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THE_BULL

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  1. He could feel the spatiotemporal anomolies before actually seeing it and hearing it. As hyper keen as they were it would be hard to miss something that big. To make matters worse it had bad intentions. As bull suspected, this place was going to be a thorn in his side and the pricks were being felt early. In his ear piece and in front of his right eye, the fiber optical Hud belayed information received VIA HA-Stealth WYVERN's holding a triangulation pattern at some absurd altitude, supplying him with live imagery of whatever he desired or needed to see when he needed to see it. Several footsteps would have placed the Titan on the other side of the roof, staring in the direction of the even larger Titan on approach in the form of some bestial weapon the likes of which he has never seen. The situation was all to familiar, and he didn't waste time. Even prior to the creatures assult he had gotten onto the <comm> and belayed his orders, <"Sweeper teams, expedite the last command and begin situating civilians into the lower or more fortified sections of these buildings, we have inccoming. BIG...incoming."> And he to was greeted with Flame. A single round of this super-heated round would come at his front with all intent to contribute to the destruction of this place but would find The King's constitution and construction to be of far more durable material. A single hand would have extended and his palms served as a contact point between the two. There would have been a brilliant flash of light and a thermal explosion that would clear and reveal a non-to pleased Monarch no worse for wear, but now short in patient and swelling in temper. His teeth gritted, his eyes swelled with Anima and in response to the creatures Roar he would have let lose one of his own! Powerful! Defiant! Loud! A challenge that sounded every BIT as prominent as the Titanic creatures own. As if to size up the distance between he and the creature the king backed up once step..then again, then again. Scoffing some before crouching down. The roof at the balls of his feet cracked under the tremendous weight associated with his epic frame. BOOM!!!!! he was off. Having literally lept into the airwith sufficient thrust as to carry him up and over the vast gap between them where upon his descent from well over 1000' above he'd be on approach from above. The wind whipped around him wildly, in fact the drag created by the ungodly amount of cape he had over his shoulders slowed him some. His Hulking frame steeled itself for what was to come as his appproach and contact was imminent. He was smaller then the creature and probably most things that would attack it. So he bet on being to small to be noticed on any sensory equipment as well as the creatures own senses. It may not know to pay attention to him now, but after what was to come---it will. He coupled both hands together to form a solid instrument composed of his fists in which he sought to strike at the creatures head. Now a normal individual doing this would fail miserably. But he is Proteus Rauz..THE BULL. A Celestial born and a unique one even among his race with power beyond even the scope of his own races understanding. More feared then even that power---was his Titanic, simply gargantuan physical strength. The likes of which would allow him to deliver a blow of --sufficient---force. Sufficient enough to do what? Who knows. BULL's feats of strength are innumerable. He has shattered mountains, split entire plains open into canyons with one blow, leveled entire cities and has on several occasions pressed the entire weight of a tectonic plate. If anything else it would be sufficient enough to send this creatures head into the ground and temporarily STUN it, if not knock it out entirely. This gauge of it's resilience would come at the consequence of a shockwave that would rip across the lands and into the city still, adding to the terror. It was an acceptable consequence, and now the creature would know, if he was successful---that it had something to pay attention to.
  2. When you're generating the better part of HALF the thermal output of inner core parts of a star---you view the world differently. Sound is different. So much of the Oxygen if not all of it in your vicinity is burned away and absent, there is almost no medium for the sound to travel through. There was nothing to smell. No scents to key in on and hold to for the same reason. His eyes saw nothing but electromagnetic radiation and pure heat so much of it was being generated it obscured LIGHT itself. The perception of time itself was altered, rendered in flux. Things came and went, in flux with no real speed or slowness to them. He was the epicenter of Power at the moment and was as far beyond them as they were above the plausible thousands upon thousands being effected by his actions. He pulsated. He generated. He stood out. He was a beacon, a bright and radiant event that could be seen from the very heavens if one so looked. He noted everything that was happening around him though... The reinforcements.. The conjuring of defenses and healing.. the reconstituting of wills. It simply didn't matter at this point. He had amassed enough sheer prominence, enough raw unbridled power that should he chose he could carve a legacy out of this city here and now. Reshape the fascia of this landscape. Re Mold and re-draw the maps of this place for years on end. His body stepped forward briefly.; It had no definition, he was quite literally a walking, living, breathing thermal-reactor of sorts and now he had his goal set and the purpose behind his actions would come into scope.---He was intent on building up enough power to advance on the Rebellion directly. The massive figure crouched down and with a single leap, was airborne. Like a massive rocket he took off and upwards on a trajectory that carried him in excess of 1000' in altitude before he curved downward and began rocketing toward the ground waiting below, now 1000' ABOVE the approximate location of the rebellion base---where these reinforcements had come from. It was a hurried travel, and with a flight speed in excess of mach 4---which of these individuals where he ONCE stood, could catch him? His plan had come full surface. IF infact the reinforcements that came to see him were the most powerful of the rebellion at this said base then that said base was defenseless. Defenseless against he oncoming armageddon that flew upward and over and now traveled toward the base with Ill intent. They had faltered. They had fucked up. They had succumb to hubris. So confident that they sent their best without knowing the FULL of the situation and now, their base was defenseless and a fast traveling threat was enroute.
  3. Hours had been spent exploring. The further he ventured from the slums of this sector the taller the buildings got. Denser the population--higher the collateral. The Breakers had always operated in the lowest of profiles. The location of the man base of an operation was so off the beaten path. It was more then likely that any and all interaction with the people of this sector was non existent and a grave error had been made by BULL choosing this place. He resided atop one of this locations tallest structures sampling the whirling winds with those extraordinary senses. Sampling life. Each and every heart beat, taken breath, flickering Aura. His goals. His aspirations. His methods, his WAY----would involve them all, and there was very little that he could do about it evading that fact, it was just a matter of whether they'd be safeguarded with the same vigilance as he would his own people within his own kingdom. He kissed his teeth some, "Great, an entire city...a city that wasn't here prior." He had thumbed over a tablet of source in his possession. From it his eyes had scanned over the notes discovered from the resource teams working this area and bringing things to speed. Apparently technology from the infamous Breaker Inventor had been field tested beyond the warehouse grounds and resulted in these mammoth super-structures. Super Structures that were eventually occupied and Bull knowing him as well enough, assumed that the inventor had not a care or a fuck given as to what happened to the results of his experiment. The King had kissed his teeth again and stuffed the tablet into a holder before mumbling idle thoughts to himself. "An entire fucking city....just here. A City of Squatters and collateral damage.." His brow plunged low and a very thorough scowl took shape over his face. There was no way to simply ignore their presence, but it would be nothing short of adequate for the entire situation were they not here. Dare he to admit that even now he contemplated exterminating the entirety of them himself to spare himself later issue. Instead he comes to terms with the fact that there would be a some sort of relationship formed. One that was mutually beneficial. He thumbed to an ear piece and spoke clearly, "Have a sweeper team procure me someone representing some form of leadership among the people here. WITHOUT conflict, we're not here to cleanse, and this needs to be done like yesterday." His whims were heeded with no reluctance. And for now he simply stood and contemplated this further..
  4. Only have two. BULL would be my most powerful character across the board but I could take him down with Dewey Cox with moderate difficulty, particularly because of Dewey's powerset and an artifact or two.
  5. Refraining from energy/Anima/Mysticism of any kind. Being at least near or his physical equal. Intelligent and methodical engagement using both.
  6. Hmm....I'd be down to rock with him. One condition, I know for a fact you had a version that WASN'T toned down before you came up with the final product. Give me THAT version. @Don't Hug My Trees
  7. [ISP issues, finally resolved will be posting to this soon. Sorry for the wait!]
  8. Controlling this much SHEER HEAT. Had him running silent. He lacked words and didn't bother speaking because there wasn't any air in his immediate vicinity for his vocal cords to use for the act. How anyone else was managing to talk was a surprise in and of itself. The temperatures were spiking. The convection at play was increasingly staggering as 150,000 kelvins in the alotted time frame of that mans dialogue would nearly have doubled. He was already exceding the temperature of the suns surface by a large margin. This would make the area in close proximity to him uninhabitable by air----by anyone.. Materials and matter with low temperature tolerances would be reduced to ash and at nearly 250,000 kelvins of pure thermal radiation, pure heat, through a mystical process akin to synthesizing fission itself----the ground he stood on would be reduced to ash, the crater---the wake of his last attack, structures akin and attached set ablaze. He himself-----a walking pyre. It was as if he were a walking, living, breathing star personified hell bent on the destruction of what opposition was present here today. Whatever was aspired for with throwing a metallic object at someone generating 2nd-Layer of the Sun levels of heat, to do heat damage---was lost on him, and he scoffed. No sooner then the gesture, 6 shots mystical in nature would land soundly where intended against The Kings form---but not with desired effect. The mana seemed to be assimilated in his current state which consisted of being a super-conductor of Quasi-Mystical Thermal Radiation which was quickly gathering more and more intensity with every passing moment, his very presence was beginning to create a vast destabilization to the eco-system within the cities immediate area. Air was being devoured. Consumed within an immediate area to beyond 1/2 square mile around him mean while the convection of heat would cause moisture to begin to rise, only to cool in the atmosphere-----and begin to give birth to CLOUDS YET AGAIN!!!! For now, The King would begin to chuckle coldly, preparing to drop the gauntlet and cast his final judgement finally finding means of uttering the words, "NOW.....YOU ALL DIE." [Spoiler] LOODLUST --- Sight/Smell of Blood speaks to Bulls more Predatory urges increasing base Reflexes, visual prowess/processing speeds by 2.5x. 2+The increase in his nervous system function, brain synaptic firing and bodily functions causes sporadic increase in his body temperatures which will increase per turn. By now, Bull's body temperature rivals over 150,000 kelvins. Enough to superheat the very air within his proximity and atomize most base materials. (NOW BEING RELEASED) 3INTAKE ---Spell of Absorption. Bull's body is a natural matter conversion drive. Taking matter, in any and all forms and converting it to energy to power his innate functions. Magic and Exotic energy forms especially provide a great amplification to all base stats 5x base per turn of consistent contact. (Currently 2 tuns in on Intake meaning his stats are now multiplied 5x the previous multiplier result.) 3+----------- The spells focus switches, and Bull is now taking from the storm. 4BOLT ----Empowerment and manipulation of Lightning. 4+--------- Ionization Field, I-Field. Expasnion of programmable Ions which can be used to contain, shape, augment, re-direct or even deflect energy that may pass through them. As of now harmless, until instilled programming by BULL. Currently covering 1sq mile of the area. 5THE GOD BOLT ---Since the Storms inception, up to the point where it contributed to the programmable Ions within 1sq Mile. It has been a resource for Bull to manipulate and take from and do as he will. Sybell's tampering with the storm has provided a surplus from which MORE Programmable Ions are forced into the area ontop of what was being used to isolate the opposition. In ONE gesture, BULL creates two Poles, one Positive (The Storm) one Negative (The Spheres/1sq mile Area including the containment vessels) to guide what is called THE GOD BOLT. A massive lightning bolt thats big enough to decimate 1 sq mile of area and all in it casting immense damage (Via Superheating/Electromagnetic Decimation) on everyone within that area---including the King. This is an intent to KILL, being caught in the Iso-Fields prior would lessen plausible defenses. 6Spell of FIRE --- BULL has been stacking the 2BLOODLUST state for 3 turns now and through the FIRE-Spell Brand is amassing the entirety of the thermal build up within him to be exerted in ONE MASSIVE Wave at it's climax. Currently the very air and area around him is subject to a Convection style of heating from him, the epicenter generating somewhere north of 150,000 kelvins. Objects, including persons within that area are subject to OUTSTANDING temperatures and run the risk of being burned if not totally atomized, even PRIOR to the wave to come. 2-TURN spent building on the release of a 3x TURN stack. [/spoiler[
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    The words and warning of his comrades were heeded. He could smell the thing before he actually saw it, and once he actually saw it, he was given pause. Not out of fear or concern for his safety or even the safety of others. It was out of a rare circumstance not to often experienced. Bull was actually thinking things out. The advice about the saliva and it's corrosive nature didn't go unheeded, and past experiences wouldn't make a willing test to how voracious this said acid was. But as said, he did have past experiences, and he wasn't without his own counters. Outside of that, there was the issue that the creature was fortified within a building which could be used to funnel whatever incoming attacks it would face into one point in front of it. "We need to get it out of that building and into the open....." It was said to himself but loud enough to be heard and taken as a suggestion. 3Of the brands on his body these particulars shone brightly of a different coloration. Different hues, Deep Blues's and Purples. Colors balanced on the medium between soft and intense and it was only so that they understood that he was OK and not suffering that he actually explained, while he crouched down and gritted his teeth in what appeared to be discomfort. The process was in fact painful to him. One could literally hear it, the sound of metal moving along metal. His organs, bones and skin tissues changing into something far darker and solid then his norm. "I have the ability to transform my body into any material I come in contact with. In this case, Uru. As resilient as I am, i've had a bad experience with Acid, this enchanted material was used to craft a weapon called Mjolnir, and said to be indestructible....". His bodies density was absolutely insane and his weight increased 4 times over. His movements initially where painful and the man would have maintained his proportions while not changing much abut his overall size. His skin, now a deep blue so much infact that it nearly appeared to be grey, and his brand symbols a vibrant gold. Stretching his discomfort away, he finalized his dialogue, "Im Ready.."
  10. He himself stood there within the epicenter of the madness he just unleashed prior. His body smoldered. Pieces of his own armor had been nearly atomized and turned to dust, his clothing as well as was most of the fragile apparel upon The Titans frame. But he himself???----No worse for wear. THE GOD BOLT spares none. Not even it's creator. He'd have reached to the edge of the cloak and shoulder armor affixed there and remove it, tossing the heavy piece to the ground with a loud thud revealing the beautifully sculpted and equally alluring brands along his body. "I had intended on being merciful. Typically no one survives that, clearly the lot of you are made of tougher stuff. Commendable. Still..." Bull would stand there and open both of his palms and the action would be herald the illumination of two Brands types on his body. A body which at this very moment was eclipsing over 150,000 kelvins in raw thermal radiance at the behest of a prior initiated condition. The individuals here, would find the air itself even after filling the vacuum left by the volumes devoured by the god bolts entry, extremely hot. Almost unbearable. BULL's body was a glowing hot blast furnace of sorts, at the behest of this elevated bodily state. The very ground beneath his feet would alight and smolder as if it were hot magma. The very air itself to any of insufficient resistance would be nearly lethal to breathe and at this moment--he was looking to dispose of it all. The 6Brands, would transfer the accumulated acquisition of thermal radiance, into actual raw thermal anima (3 x Turns within 2BLOODLUST State) that was now isolated around his The Titans frame, giving him the same appearance as a metal instrument held within a forge for a time. "I didn't come here to leave any survivors....I came here to make my presence known and your presences.....non-existent." A sweltering torrent of now super-heated air through a process of grossly overpowered convection would begin to take shape around the Titan orchestrating it's dynamic. This was a pre-cursor. An environmental byrpoduct of his actions which still in and of itself had lethal premise in regard to the individuals who still drew breath---superheated breath, around him now. The longer they occupied his immediate space (1000sq feet) the longer they subject themselves to raw, thermal radiation the likes of which at it's current state would have most METALS in the area glowing hot, what building materials of natural or synethetic construction going ablaze, all the while building to release the stock-pile of raw thermal anima within him.
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    Through whatever actions of those surrounding him he had gained enough clarity from being bombarded by the leeches to gain some semblance of focus. He arose to his full height, wiping the disgusting taste free of his lips best he could while there still were abundant thickets of these creatures roaming his body despite the vast majority having been lured---then annihilated. The manner was definitely something he would approve of. This energy, from one of the fellow members in this party was nothing short of invigorating. More of those Celestial Brands on his body had come into action-----a natural reaction to nature of the energy present. Where as that energy moved with the flare and velocity of tried and true lightning, what entered his proximity stayed.----And was sampled. Already exerting a sufficient amount of heat to burn away the annoyances still present on him, the intake ushered in a greater fury. Fire took shape---only to be vented out of every pore of his body, like a blast furnace of sorts before being extinguished altogether. He was free of bile, excrement, and those leeches outright. He was CLEAN. Minus his armor, Branded and Marked Torso bare an his indominable physique on display, his teammates words were heeded as he nodded in agreement. Straightly speaking to cross with a hearty "Thank you.." during his promenade forward while inspecting the nature of the energies he had absorbed from the man and the way the metallic brands on his body reacted to it. He'd also look to the other (Kaneda) and issue a salute of thanks as well, and finally to the woman as well who managed to keep his glance just a little longer. She seemed off. Moving onward, Proteus moved into a point position and began moving ahead in the direction dictated by cross earlier.
  12. Reason. Inhibition. Sanity. Rationality. Judgement. Civility. These are the things that part men from beasts. At the current moment, after his actions that have resulted in the limp, seemingly lifeless body at his feet right now. There was LESS of Proteus Rauz-----slowly but surely, it was just THE BULL. The sheer act brought about something internal. Some carnal response, some innate, instinctual provocation that takes hold of him FULLY, mind body and soul. The very act of him standing to his full height was insurmountable. It was as if the very atmosphere, the sky, no---REALITY was hoisted from the ground and back aloft with the very rise to full stature. 3Those white, normally pupiless eyes now had BLACK iris's with deep purple and gold, predatory pupils. Civility had left him. Gone was the man capable of actual words, present was "THE BULL", nothing more then instinct and bestial mannerisms. Some uncanny combination of simian and feral behavioral traits finding symmetry within a physical vessel supercharged off of adrenaline. His body literally VIBRATED with with raw and unbridled urge to simply annihilate anything that he could get his hands on. What he could get his hands on??--A Stray vehicle. A Ford Sedan, to whom which he'd have ROARED at as if he expected it to cower in fear before driving his hand through the hood and INTO the 3.5L V6 SOHC engine, his other hand gripping the roof of the vehicle before heaving it high over head and literally FLINGING the entire vehicle like an over-sized frisbee off, up and away until it collided some 800 meters away into the 28th floor of a building within his proximity. Then it happened. Some internal struggle. Something suppressed. An inner turmoil. A beast struggling against restraint finally breaking the few bonds that was holding it at bay and as if it were calling out in celebration to it's new found freedom. Proteus Rauz gives way a little more to THE BULL. His body in response to this, "Dry Shots" an ability that doesn't see full execution resulting in a massive shockwave that is birthed in symmetry with the act of him STOMPING on the ground and yelling with the entirety of his might. The result of what's called a "SOUND BOMB". A Gargantuan, Sonic-Kinetic event the likes of which tears from his being and outward in all direction for literally miles on end. The resulting action brings about an event ON PAR with a nuclear event but MINUS the fall out, Thermal Destruction, and radiation. Instead it's the Quasi-Sonic equivalence of tactical nuke. The ground would be littered with fissures running miles on end. Windows and support structures from buildings running from where he stood mid town to as far as up-town to as far down as China-Town would be disheveled by it. Bridges and similar constructs would find their bracing taxed and stressed as the groan of megatons of metal against the expanding sonic shockwave would dishevel the masses seeking to flee the city across one of this places many villages. There would be cracks in the Lincoln Tunnel. As well as the Holland. Water could be seen idly dripping along smooth surfaces that were once dry as a sign that the structural integrity of these monumental accomplishes of man were being tested----all with a ROAR. He was enraged. Slighted. Disrespected. Tried. Insulted. Made to feel that everything and everyone here must PAY for the utter betrayal...and so hebegan trudging his way uptown, each foot-fall a seismic event in and of itself, carrying himself toward civilization here that he was sensing.
  13. Bull had something to say...until he noticed something. Someone was messing with the natural rDrecourse of the Super-cell overhead. The problem that seemed to be a constant on this field was that these individuals were under the assumption that the storm was MYSTICALLY created and sustained. No. Far from it. Mysticism was only being used to put certain factors of the storm in place so that events would and could occur naturally. He only installed his own prominence to usher along natural consequences at greater pace, nothing more, nothing less. What this woman was doing now was outright dangerous. Because she wasn't thinking. In truth there was no "Mysticism" now. The lot of them, no, 1sq MILE of this land was blanketed within a field of programmable ions. The density of which had been switched so that it isolated each and every one of the to within concentrated fields used to constrict and bind their movements. STILL, within the air and atmosphere and isolated reigon of 1sq miles of them existed free flowing, Programmable Ions at the whim of a being whom for all intents and purposes has effectively had his patience pushed to their limits. He sought to have an audience. They were still seeking his demise. She augmented the storm. If it was even for a moment, she (Sybell) still put out yet MORE to contribute to the ionization presence in the allocated area. Ultimately she would be responsible for augmented the tool that will bring about their climax. Bulls hand would rise, and the sky would immediately respond in excitement. Sporadically, a sequence of of highly reactive displays would erupt within the obsidian that hovered over the city. Polarities were manipulated. Poles of attraction, paths of least resistances were manipulated creating Arc's of OUTSTANDING intensity and godly proportions. A cannonade of thunder rolls with a ferocity that can be felt throughout the entirety of the city as massive cyclones raged on, an exceeded infrastructure became overrun by tons of water, and winds howled like like rabid wolves around the entirety of these lands. This place felt, like Armageddon. Nature raged on as an avatar to The Kings murderous intent. "I HAD....something to say....but now..." He'd raise his hand. A simple gesture putting the obsidian heavens above at full attention and at his whim. Every single programmable Ion, be it of their fields or within that range, under his whim. "BEGONE...." 5Dropping his hand would cause a drastic action. A MASSIVE polarity assignment. In symmetry with that polarity assignment (Designating one Positive Pole and one massive negative pole), every single Ion under his whim would become annexed to one drastic and simply outstanding exertion. A Titanic electromagnetic discharge. A Celestial Fulmination, the Infamous GOD-BOLT------A Lightning Bolt created from the instantaneous discharge of all the content of the storm and ionization of the area within a square mile. Creating ONE...LARGE...LIGHTNING BOLT that will literally carve a wound within the face of this city big enough to be seen from space. There would be no sound. No air. Only light. And a deafening wave of dynamism. The Area...for 1sq miles would suddenly be emerged within the heart of a this GOD BOLT. And it would feel like ALL of them were standing on a surface more then 5 x hotter then the sun for an instance. The effects wouldn't be short of outstanding. Where as there would be clear skies and no longer a storm, beneath it, the entirety of the city within 1sq mile would be a smoldering parking lot. Destruction. Obliteration. Those individuals locked previously within those Ion-Fields would find that seizing effect present until the last passing moment where ALL OF THEM, Including the King, would be subjected to such a detrimental, destructive and outright apocalyptic display of an attack that had been building for moment after passsing moment since it this fight began. If he was at all successful...he'd have effectively atttempted to dispatch the entirety of the resistance against him----and to himself in the form of severe burns, scorched and charred armor and a disheveled disposition.....albeit one curious to see the wake of his actions, and whether they were successful.
  14. Anyone with any iota of perception could see how well these individuals had symmetry. It was nearly a swarm logic going on however, there in lies a flaw. No free thinkers. Orchestration would imply that there was one calling the shots and all of them were only as perceptive as the one who was directing. This worked in his favor. For his Titanic appearance. Brutish preferences and somewhat blunt approach to things, the last thing The King of Taurus was looked at upon was---Tactical. In truth his years within the Celestial Realm had made him somewhat of a chess player where he once held a "Checkers" dynamic. It showed. The minute he raised his hand and clenched his fist it would all come to pass. As previously mentioned this mass Ionization was just that---massive. A field of, having built (A turn) up to 1-square mild, utilizing elements provided by the super-cell churning and raging just over head. Around them now. Around their energy. Around their very being. Around every instance of matter within that 1-square mile, programmable Ions existed waiting for his command and at that gesture, that's exactly what they got. Around the 4 of them, as if they were wading through an increasingly resistant entity of resisting movement, a quick sand like dynamic if you will, UNTIL----Those ions would Solidify into a ION-CONTAINMENT FIELD, entrapping the three of them IF he was successful. This would have occurred at the procreation of their attacks, which meant that Sybell (If success was to be had) Would find her forward momentum HALTED. The FIELD had incredible density which would not only contain from an exterior standpoint but weigh and restrict movement within it's interior. The same would apply to the brutish Kurdish who would also find himself equally affixed within an equally impregnable field, which was equally restrictive (If he had success) and finally, AMON, during the release of of the blast would also find himself under similar condition. HOWEVER, his "BLAST", being of staggering amassed energy would fight most vigorously through these fields of IONS which like the others would be resisting the energies movements. Slowing the "BLAST" beams considerably. Pulling from it. Confining it. Slooooooooowing it right to the point where i would intend on making impact with his left shoulder blade----but be stopped. The other...between his legs. Although it would be questionable as to whether BULL would be able to stop Kai's recovery with such methods, although restriction of further movements, being the goal, was probable (If successful). His other hand would come up, and in gesture as if beginning to shape this "BLAST" using the Ionization to shape and mold the contents into a large sphere roughly the size of a basket-ball, drastically compressing the contents of this said energy now arrested and within his control. AND SO.....if success was to be had, the 4 of them would have been successfully wrangled into "A Trap.......That's the purpose of this storm. Forgive me for being so indirect, it's not my style but I had to at least gauge the strength of the Rebellions forces and I have to say Im impressed.." The Storm was consistently and constantly feeding into the Ion saturation here due to it's massive electromagnetic presence. Every bolt of lightning. Every arc in the sky, Every god finger that stretched from the heavens down to the earth. Fed the ever ground MASS of programmable ions in this area SINCE it's proverbial inception. He didn't need to feed the storm with his own energy, only jump start it and get it going, so that it could maintain itself and what a wonderful job this Supercell was doing.----To good perhaps. With all this time having passed the storm had read a terminal rotation itself. The likes of which were accustomed to giving birth to miniature rotations of violent cyclones that tore apart land with the wrath unlike anything one has ever seen. TORNADOES. This storm was particularly powerful, and would begin producing them around the City of Izral simultaneously at the tune of F3's, which would begin to provide yet ANOTHER obstacle for the resistance to try and coordinate their efforts around IF INFACT he had a measure of success in what he had done, he'd have the 4 of them confined within high density Ion-Fields, as well as the energy from the impressive Blast spell isolated in a sphere hovering inches above hand, "Which is why I have an offer. Considering your current situation you're not in much of a position to decline to listen. How about it? A few moments to listen and get ahead, or meet oblivion here and now?