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    [MT2:2] Zoburiss vs Tharraleos

    Things seemed to be going mostly how Tharraleos predicted. This mild irritation he couldn't capitalize fully on his attempt prevented the third reserve. This didn't deter him from improvising a plan of attack from here. This would be a far more even match as now the intelligence of his opposition wasn't a question. This would indeed be an earth trembling clash of brain and brawn. It seemed as if closing this distance was a swift way to study his adversary. From what the heraldic hybrid denoted, his only advantage was maneuverability. Normally this was reversed when it came to more human based foes. Oftentimes outsmarting them was necessary to obtain victory. This was quite the different and much appreciated scenario to flex some muscle. His speed advantage wasn't too notable and perhaps Zob's strength superiority followed similar parameters. Brute strength with some nimble evasiveness seemed to be the best route and a hubristic grin stretched across his beak, eyes flashed purple a couple times upon this revelation. This was to be most enjoyable. With the temperature becoming uncomfortably high and having the knowledge his pawed assault would be infeasible, the majestic creature used the leverage from his perch to make yet another leap; this one much less grand and barely reaching a couple feet high. This wasn't before releasing what could only be described as a fireman's hose from his agape beak. Before setting foot on land, the Seagriff had indeed stored water within his innate reservoirs. It wasn't as much as he hoped given the high salt quantity that'd only end up giving adverse effects, but it would still suffice in ways he anticipated. The stream would normally linger for a few moments and average just over a hundred PSI, though given his lacking amount of fluids, this would instead have the full force that nearly doubled the average over a few seconds almost like buckshot. This would no doubt drench Zoburiss entirely and cause only minor damage with the pressure more being the detriment. Tharraleos’ current jump was angled in such a way he'd land just over a yard in front of the brute. His wings folded upon takeoff, body arching backwards almost as if he was preparing a strike; peculiar given he was just now out of arm's reach. With a quartet of reserves currently stockpiled, all but one would be designated to the clever animal's secondary ability. Materializing from nothingness, a mallet of prodigious size would be formed in his both webbed mits as they were held together. With a 5 foot handle, this mid ranged bludgeoner aptly named the Grandiose Greathammer was one of the many tools available to him should his resources be sustained. Composed entirely of opaque purple hardlight, the massive rectangular head was on a direct route to the top of the dragonkin’s cranium. Coupled with the momentum from Tharr's falling decent and his heavy downward swing, gravity was heavily in his favor. Physically, this construct resembled glass and had a very good chance of causing quite the disorientating headache. Likewise, after striking its intended target or the ground if evaded, numerous fractures would form across it to the point that even the frailest of contact with anything would shatter it. At 60% strength, the damage wouldn't be as skull shattering as something of this size would lead to believe. Irregardless, this was one of his more resilient and damaging tools from his arsenal and was still not to be underestimated. “Formidable.” The Griff would proclaim upon landing, speaking with an heir of reverence in keeping with the single word responses. @FirePenguinDiscoPanda
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    [MT2:2] Zoburiss vs Tharraleos

    From the vast sea arose the pride embodiment known as Tharraleos. As dry land was reached, the quintet of diagonal narrow openings midway through his golden rostrum would seal air tight. 2 ovoid nares would reveal themselves at the cream colored cere of the protrusion. This was an inherent built in function of the Aerasginero to transition between land and sea travel. The former acted as gills with the latter being nares commonly found in avians. One with keen observation would note the water didn't seem to fall from his robust and mostly furred frame. Perhaps a byproduct of the false reality, or even his own aquatic makeup absorbing the fluid. White plumaged head turned to see his draconic adversary a short distance away. With a slight bend of feathered knees, the beast leapt forth and landed with a loud thud a respectable space away from Zoburiss. Initially slightly crouched, his moderately shorter stature of 6 and two thirds feet tall would be seen once he stood fully upright. The smooth, webbed crest atop his head would peak over the reptile ever so slightly, however. His foe announced his designation in such a way it was all that was necessary to know this was to be a memorable bout. “Tharraleos!” The proud beast similarly remarked, a ferocious roar echoing in his vocals. As Zob made his bound, the acute thought process of the bird cat began to study his trajectory, baring in mind the momentum from the previous dash. His beak twisted into a very faint grin as his response was swiftly calculated. As the towering mass of scales and muscle quickly closed the remaining gap, Tharr suddenly leapt backwards 8 or so feet in what appeared to be a simple evasion. His landing point would be rather predictable. At the peak of this jump, what had the appearance of a black feathered cape strung across his back sprung into action. Flaring out to the sides, they were in fact a sizable set of immensely powerful wings with a 25 foot span. These particular flight limbs boasted a hidden trick and would be pushed down onto the rocky surface below. With prehensility greater than his own crude paws, the individual flight feathers were able to be shifted and manipulated to act as coils to grasp objects of interest. The dark plumage would firmly grip the stone and anchor itself. Working gravity and vast wingspan to his advantage, his extra appendages would function as a sort of slingshot. With a hefty winged pull, Tharraleos was hurled at the mythical monster while collecting a feasible amount of speed after releasing his hold at the right time. Keen, goldenrod talons were aimed to sink themselves into the likely reinforced hide of Zob’s shoulders. There was a chance the force would be enough to knock the dragon down if this maneuver was successful, but this wasn't exactly being counted on to begin with. Either was, the prime objective was to obtain a mostly standing and rooted position from this point, where that scaly maw was in favorable distance and vulnerability to an onslaught of punches. With wings both assisting with the balance of this precarious advancement and furled into makeshift fists for defensive purposes, the cunning Tharraleos had made his retort swiftly and thoroughly. Throughout all this, the piercing gold of his irises momentarily flashed a vibrant purple glow on a number of occasions. Once during his introduction and another upon making his leap. A third would happen if his claws successfully met their target. This was the essence of Pride harbored within; a gift from the powerful mage that enslaved him centuries ago. A semi sentient being, this massless form is a constant influence on the hexaped’s thoughts and actions. Instances of subconscious hubris would grant a reserve of power to be stored for future use. What could be done with such an ability would likely be unveiled soon enough. Naturally if unused, it'd wither away after a few moments. @FirePenguinDiscoPanda
  3. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    I'll have the opening post done on Friday if my opponent isn't able to.
  4. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    I'm still up and kickin', so the mighty Tharraleos will ensure such a victory won't be so easy to obtain hehe.
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    MOBS tournament lounge

    Returning to the realm of reality after a much expected victory, the tall imposing Tharraleos made his way into the lounge with heavy taloned feet. His keen gold optics noted the two conversing combatants, especially the dragonkin, that as far as what was able to be perceived, towered over the aquatic Griff himself. After much more deductive thought, the reptile was Zobuuriis as a name of that variety was designated for very few. Gandering at the roster to learn the names of opponents was a frequent habit. One would think to be cautious around such a dangerous foe, but a faint grin of hubris would break the stern beak of Tharr. His irises briefly flashed a vibrant indigo color. A subconscious reaction from the pride he experienced upon the chance of a battle with a fellow beast of myth, as it were. Zob would likely distinguish it as a competitively friendly gesture if anything. For the meantime, the bird cat would seat himself in a chair only a few away from the half orc and dragon. "A water for me to begin, thanks." Ordered the hybrid to the barkeep, his vocals operating at a frequency not too far above his soon to be opponent. His previous opposition was likely to make her entrance in a few moments and he planned to share some words with her before his next skirmish. With a silent sigh, the sea dweller leaned forth slightly and rested his tanwy furred elbows on the counter as he awaited his beverage.
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    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Alright! Got that done. May the proceedings continue.
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    [MT2:1] Tharraleos vs Rai

    Visible teeth and fangs unveiled themselves as the hubristic creature grinned gleefully. As potent as his physical prowess, his mind and thought process were acutely equipped for causing prey to fall directly into his clutches. Even when seemingly at a disadvantage, a highly intelligent hunter such as Tharr was more than ready to improvise his methodical approach through sheer predatory instinct. With Rai recovering from his pesky mid ranged barrage, he would continue his earlier advancement with a swift and powerful dash forward. As much as she tried to retain some ground away from the quickly approaching array of claw and beak, the gunslinger would only accomplish a few steps before the distance was completely severed. While Rai was likely expecting a razor sharp onslaught, a much more respectable approach was made as a last second decision. Even in this false reality, he preferred not to give her the memory of being torn to shreds. Once within range, a duo of lighting fast jabs would connect themselves on very specific points at each side of her neck. The same paralysis that plagued her arms would begin to seao through her entire body from her torso down. Standing up would be an impossible task once a few seconds passed as it would consume her completely. Loss of consciousness would ensue before contact with the ground would be made. Tharraleos would stand triumphantly over his defeated foe, a final fleeting grin stretching across his rostrum as he turned around to trek forth. Perhaps she'd make good conversation once they were returned to their true location. She faced overwhelming odds without a glint of fear; a most admirable feat indeed.
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    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Crap. Figured as much. My bad, good sir. I shall he wrapping it up tonight then!
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    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Cool. This is back up and running. Got a bit quiet there for a sec. Definitely ready to start my next match. That post and the finishing one for my initial battle will be done in one sitting as to knock both them out at once. Will be finished promptly.
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    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Now this matchup should fair rather entertaining. A Seagriff against a Red Dragon? Something tells me this might get a bit brutal. @FirePenguinDiscoPanda, would you like the honors, or shall I? Either works for me. Happy fighting! Also, @supernal @jaistlyn, just to 100% clarify, I do have one more post to complete after Jai's. The preemptive dice roll seemed fitting for both the the actual fight, and IRL. The show must go on, after all.
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    [MT2:1] Tharraleos vs Rai

    Tharraleos was mostly successful. His boomerang had done its job as a distraction, though what he wasn't expecting was how quick her reaction was. The shield shattered instantly upon colliding with the bullet and he came to an abrupt stop just under 7 feet away. This had left him out of range for a majority of his options. The only limbs able to reach her were his versatile wings, and they would only likely be riddled with holes. A contingency was set up for this shortcoming and within his paws forged one more construct. The Boastful Bostaff was his second most ranged choice with its 9 foot length. But with only 1 reserve in tow, it wouldn't last long and he was need to strike with swift precision. Capitalizing on her brief imbalance, Tharr would poke and prod with the rod from a safe distance. 3 of these would thrust forth before it too followed suit with the weapons before it. Their damage would feel like a weak punch, but it was their speed and accuracy that held priority. The first had the most force and was aimed at her gut to further her disorientation. The subsequent 2 would be directed for very specific pressure points on her shoulders. Being struck with these would render one's arm completely numb of feeling for a short while. It'd certainly be a task to aim yet alone fire a gun under such conditions, and if the strikes connected, the hybrid would close the remaining gap and follow through with his original intentions. @jaistlyn
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    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Cool. I most definitely intend on having one more post after the one I'll be working on soon. Regardless of the victor, it's been fun, and I'm growing rather fond of this battle system.
  13. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Lasik surgery was an absolute success. The recovery is far less grueling than anticipated, so I'm free to make posts without ramifications. Speaking of, @jaistlyn @supernal, I'm thinking of initiating the dice roll after this next post of mine (to be done tonight). I'll be having my bird cat make an attempt to disarm Rai, and I feel it'd be fitting to have the dice roll essentially determine if he's successfully or not. I don't think the victory will flow as organically if we wait for one more after this. How's this sound?
  14. Damnnnnn, using pretty glitters to distract Rai would be super effective. Loll!

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    [MT2:1] Tharraleos vs Rai

    "It is equally dangerous, as I will promptly demonstrate." Responded the Seagriff, evident but still faint smirk barely blocked from sight. The tone in his words would make it possible to distinguish this, though. Extending his robust furred right arm to the side, another armament of identical makeup to the previous manifested in his scaly pawed mits. This however took the guide of an Aboriginal hunting tool; its 3 foot length suiting the towering beast well. Given the ever fitting designation as the Bigoted Boomerang, Tharr would rear it back and send it hurtling directly at the gunswoman. From her position, she'd find it went sailing just to the left by a notable amount. The sound of wind being distorted by Its sheer velocity would likely be registered as it passed by. Seconds after, multiple thunderous footsteps would drown out most noises as Tharr suddenly dashed forward at full speed. Even more, the ground mildly shuddered as the earth trembled under the weight of the mutant. You'd think his speed would be reduced to a lumbering pace, but even with his mass and shield still held true, he'd reach the quickness of a healthy grown man without such restraints. Potent leg muscles allowed him to cross short distances in quick bursts and the combatants barely exceeded such. It seemed his intentions were to have her meet the construct swiftly and very closely. Meanwhile, the travelling boomerang was on a trajectory calculated preemptively by the methodical creature. It circled around, aiming to strike from the left where he'd likely be in a few moments; exactly where she stood. Though it did seem like this was to have bone shattering results, the damage would be deceptively lacking. The ranged object would have as much force as a hefty shove with the single reserve it used. With only one more, the Aspis was hardly any better, though was still very capable of sending any decently sized human to the ground relatively unharmed. Either of them were brail enough to shatter on contact, sending a swarm of glowing indigo particles and shards of harmless energy scattering about before dematerializing. Truly that would be eye catching, would it not? Even in the chance Rai evaded, the clever hexaped was fully intent on having his toys dispose of each other. In the end, they were distractions to grant him access to striking range. Even as defenseless as he'd eventually and perhaps purposely appear, there remained one unused reserve. Tharraleos was most definitely not one you'd like close to you in a bout. Even in virtual reality, being on the receiving end of his animalistic ferocity would be unforgettably painful. @jaistlyn
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