Post by Hanabi C. Badhand on Nov 16, 2014 4:59:56 GMT -5
Perhaps the charge was not the wise move for Hanabi to make against this opponent. Hanabi was mobile, but not that agile, she was quick on her feat, but she wasn't some kind of gifted master of flipping so when the first shape in the line of the Bullet Tetris came it crashed at her she raised up her arm crouching and ducking down as the line literally crashed against her arm as she extended her reach forward anchoring herself in place with Kokyu Dosa, the force that would push her back she was redirecting downward and the ground under her back foot would crack as the 'I' from the Bullet Tetris pushed through her.
The next shape in the air, a 'J' being shot to try to hook anyone leaping over was a little less effective than the I because she had not made to evade. Hanabi's face would be drawn into a smile as she was forced to keep her stance braced. She knew if she tried to move in this 'stream of metal' she would get thrown back quite far. Meaning if she let up her stance to even crawl forward she would lose her momentum. She had to wait for an opening.
'Z' an attack on high and low, it lacked some of the raw power that the I had, but Hanabi leaned forward opening her hands as she ducked the top of the line, part of the bottom line of the bullet attack bouncing off of her palms harmlessly. His pistols had to be melting. She noticed how he had a tendency to swap pistols with insane speed, no reloading, no grace, no spirit in his technique. He abused his weapons and abandoned them.
'O' Was a predictably circle shape, that went around her largely avoiding her, indeed it could probably be said that out of the entire Tetris this attack had the least use against Hanabi of them all, she was direct, forward, and what she lacked in evasion she made up for in approach and a strong straight forward defense.
When the 'O' finished up and the random shapes tarted to come the warrior marine had turned up her left arm in front of herself the back of her wrist aiming at Gome just as his vision would be masked with the massive cloud of steel, his 'Four Gun Style: Lead Hammer' her shield would have emerged expanding outwards two spherical feet of shielding narrowed to the sides to barely cover her profile stretched up and down to give her cover. When the rain hit a horrible noise would hit the air. The sound of metal scraping, slamming as the rain of steel hit a target that would not yield, bend or crack to even an inch, pushed in by its own mass and steel pouring in behind resulting in layers of metal caking against the shield.
The Humanoid Bulkwark would suddenly then start to move forward likely clouded from sight at first by Gome's own attack, but even he would start to see the glow at the center generated from the friction of his bullets hitting something that could not give. Giving the appearance of an orange pupil in a large grey eye to the gunner.
For the Iron Maiden it was a almost surreal experience to have braced through a literal stream of flowing metal, her movements which had been slowed by the bullets having been let up by her shields absorption made her now feel light on her feet, the shield on her arm was glowing orange with the heat of raw friction as she suddenly uncoiled into a familiar motion to her, her Slam Charge. Emerging from the literal eye of his technique the horrible noise of grinding metal would stop as she streaked like a comet from inside a grey storm into a spinning motion as she rotated through the air, a layer of orange slagged metal flying off of her shield as spun through the air propelled at Gome with the force to cover 40 yards in a split second.
For one moment, for one slow motion moment the two of them would likely seem to hang in that moment of time as even the bullets seemed to swim a slow course Hanabi's right palm which had all the power of the spin behind it slowly arching toward her opponent's face, her eyes flashing a bright orange almost as bright as the molten slag. Everything behind her hit by the stream of bullets splintering and exploding as a stream of metal ripped through all except a singular line behind herself, a preserved place that had been defended just behind where she had been. Everything behind that however had been ripped clean apart. Her aim was clear, to grab her opponent by his head and plow him downward into the floor in a single effective moment that would likely daze and pin Gome.
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Po Wang had stopped her attack when Mason had offered her clothing, and smiled at him blushing coyly, "Why, thank you, I'd much appreciate that. I'll go get changed." she said to him before turning on her heels and running away down the hall from the befuddled Ensign.
Sable would find that Po Wang's Sai was ultra traditional in make, it did not have any sharp part, it was a metal prong as was traditional, nor did it have a blade, but rather it was like a pole in the center and two on the side. This was good because it meant her toes weren't getting cut, but was also bad because it meant that the force holding it into the ground would be much greater.
Po would hope that even if for a second Mason would be delayed as she quickly ran to the closet where she'd stashed her clothing and Hank D. White, and ripped it open. The unconscious man her clothing, and an assortment of random janitorial goods would go scattering across the floor. Po would grab her red dress. And would start pulling it on.
The sight Mason would see if he caught up would be their cook, unconscious in a Heep, drooling, laying on his face hips up in a really uncomfortable position, bruises on his neck. And Po Wang pulling on her dress. "I'll be right with you in a moment love!" she would say throwing her sandals to the floor upside up leaping towards them. If Mason didn't act quickly, or was slow in his reaction at all, Po Wang would be redressed this time in her actual clothing. Which he likely didn't know, were weighted.
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Techniques Used:
The next shape in the air, a 'J' being shot to try to hook anyone leaping over was a little less effective than the I because she had not made to evade. Hanabi's face would be drawn into a smile as she was forced to keep her stance braced. She knew if she tried to move in this 'stream of metal' she would get thrown back quite far. Meaning if she let up her stance to even crawl forward she would lose her momentum. She had to wait for an opening.
'Z' an attack on high and low, it lacked some of the raw power that the I had, but Hanabi leaned forward opening her hands as she ducked the top of the line, part of the bottom line of the bullet attack bouncing off of her palms harmlessly. His pistols had to be melting. She noticed how he had a tendency to swap pistols with insane speed, no reloading, no grace, no spirit in his technique. He abused his weapons and abandoned them.
'O' Was a predictably circle shape, that went around her largely avoiding her, indeed it could probably be said that out of the entire Tetris this attack had the least use against Hanabi of them all, she was direct, forward, and what she lacked in evasion she made up for in approach and a strong straight forward defense.
When the 'O' finished up and the random shapes tarted to come the warrior marine had turned up her left arm in front of herself the back of her wrist aiming at Gome just as his vision would be masked with the massive cloud of steel, his 'Four Gun Style: Lead Hammer' her shield would have emerged expanding outwards two spherical feet of shielding narrowed to the sides to barely cover her profile stretched up and down to give her cover. When the rain hit a horrible noise would hit the air. The sound of metal scraping, slamming as the rain of steel hit a target that would not yield, bend or crack to even an inch, pushed in by its own mass and steel pouring in behind resulting in layers of metal caking against the shield.
The Humanoid Bulkwark would suddenly then start to move forward likely clouded from sight at first by Gome's own attack, but even he would start to see the glow at the center generated from the friction of his bullets hitting something that could not give. Giving the appearance of an orange pupil in a large grey eye to the gunner.
For the Iron Maiden it was a almost surreal experience to have braced through a literal stream of flowing metal, her movements which had been slowed by the bullets having been let up by her shields absorption made her now feel light on her feet, the shield on her arm was glowing orange with the heat of raw friction as she suddenly uncoiled into a familiar motion to her, her Slam Charge. Emerging from the literal eye of his technique the horrible noise of grinding metal would stop as she streaked like a comet from inside a grey storm into a spinning motion as she rotated through the air, a layer of orange slagged metal flying off of her shield as spun through the air propelled at Gome with the force to cover 40 yards in a split second.
For one moment, for one slow motion moment the two of them would likely seem to hang in that moment of time as even the bullets seemed to swim a slow course Hanabi's right palm which had all the power of the spin behind it slowly arching toward her opponent's face, her eyes flashing a bright orange almost as bright as the molten slag. Everything behind her hit by the stream of bullets splintering and exploding as a stream of metal ripped through all except a singular line behind herself, a preserved place that had been defended just behind where she had been. Everything behind that however had been ripped clean apart. Her aim was clear, to grab her opponent by his head and plow him downward into the floor in a single effective moment that would likely daze and pin Gome.
---
Po Wang had stopped her attack when Mason had offered her clothing, and smiled at him blushing coyly, "Why, thank you, I'd much appreciate that. I'll go get changed." she said to him before turning on her heels and running away down the hall from the befuddled Ensign.
Sable would find that Po Wang's Sai was ultra traditional in make, it did not have any sharp part, it was a metal prong as was traditional, nor did it have a blade, but rather it was like a pole in the center and two on the side. This was good because it meant her toes weren't getting cut, but was also bad because it meant that the force holding it into the ground would be much greater.
Po would hope that even if for a second Mason would be delayed as she quickly ran to the closet where she'd stashed her clothing and Hank D. White, and ripped it open. The unconscious man her clothing, and an assortment of random janitorial goods would go scattering across the floor. Po would grab her red dress. And would start pulling it on.
The sight Mason would see if he caught up would be their cook, unconscious in a Heep, drooling, laying on his face hips up in a really uncomfortable position, bruises on his neck. And Po Wang pulling on her dress. "I'll be right with you in a moment love!" she would say throwing her sandals to the floor upside up leaping towards them. If Mason didn't act quickly, or was slow in his reaction at all, Po Wang would be redressed this time in her actual clothing. Which he likely didn't know, were weighted.
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Techniques Used:
Kokyu Dosa: An Aikido technique where when force is met it is redirected into the ground. Hanabi uses this when grappling with an opponent trying to push her back by redirecting the direction of their push downward through her body into the ground so in effect when she is in proper body position the enemy pushing into her is pushing through her into the ground.
Slam Charge: (40 Yard Range) Hanabi suddenly using a burst of her own power charges in blur of blinding speed towards her opponent. With the built speed she can ascend stairs and ladders with intimidating quickness. Her charge ends with her slamming elbow first into her opponent usually targeting their gut. She can only do this once per turn.
Slam Charge: (40 Yard Range) Hanabi suddenly using a burst of her own power charges in blur of blinding speed towards her opponent. With the built speed she can ascend stairs and ladders with intimidating quickness. Her charge ends with her slamming elbow first into her opponent usually targeting their gut. She can only do this once per turn.