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Posts Continued on from Maarschalk’s ruling: (samle of it)

The thread continues at the point of which Mr. Houren is off-balance, and probable close to falling on his side as a result of being hit.

After hour or so of deliberation this is it.

• Rubble falling from the initial post would have hit Houren as he fell. D rank damage from that.
  
  
• Piggy backing off that, the wind and debris falling on Houren would have helped him fall to the ground faster. Cell still needed to charge the spell, and launch it at him. Even if it was center mass due to falling faster than cell could charge and throw the spell. (That is correct still gotta gather the energy and launch it like a javelin). Even if it was like 1-2 seconds falling is shorter than that. Even if cell tried to charge mid fall.
  
  
• The spell flies over the fallen Houren. But, Cell still gets the knee drop, and enhanced spellstrike + physical damage. (B+B+B=A) With higher strength vs End that scores a knockout on Houren.
  
  
• However, due to already charging his spell in his mouth while struggling to get up it does go off as a response of getting hit in this situation as he passes out. Since it’s Cell post I cannot claim a hit for something that has not been reacted to yet.
  

The moves didn't go quite as he had hoped it would go. His lightning bolt had missed, but that didn't stop his charge. His strike followed through, connecting to the man with power that caused internal and external damage alike, his body twisted in a way to maximize his damage output. The goal was to end the fight here and now. There had been a sort of panic in him now, having not been in a fight like this yet. The girl from the hotel had put out some damage, but this man had the feel of a predator about him.

It was a new feeling, the idea that there was someone who posed an actual threat to him. Luckily, with this attack, the fight would be ended. It was not without repercussion, though that was something that had become to be expected. The man let out a blast from his mouth before his consciousness ebbed away from him, or perhaps simultaneously. It was not a compressed attack, a large ball of flame that encompassed a large part of his body. It was not compressed enough to get a knockout blow, but the first both burnt his eyes and his body.

Standing in pain, Cell looked down at the unconscious man and stomped on him in anger. It wasn't a full powered attack, but an irritated gesture. "You dare damage the temple that is my body!?" His voice roared in anger, feeling at the burnt pieces of his upper body and face. "You know," he began with annoyance, a grin that didn't fit the tone taking his face. "I'm actually impressed, enough to allow you a place inside of me."

With that said, his tail found its way into the mans weakened stomach and immediately began draining. The drain lasted for several moments, his eyes closing as he consumed the man. After a few moments, Cell felt a pulsate in his chest.

Withdrawing his tail, Cell's eyes shot open as his arms went to the side. What... Was that? Stumbling back, his arms went to the side as if to gain balance on the air around him. Another pulsate, this one letting out a large burst of energy. "Okay I can't lie this feels orgasmic!" Those were the last words he got out before his body got encased in a white light.

Energy of all colors melded into this single white light, tints of darkness ebbing its way through. The energy shot out in all directions, shoving Houren away from him and sending Kazumi against the wall as well. The energy shot directly up, blowing away the outer walls of the establishment and sending Kazumi and Houren's bodies further away, to the outer brims of the nearest buildings. The land below the light began to evaporate away, a crater forming where a building once stood.

As the light cleared, there was a single man at the center of the crater. Unlike the previous two green beings, this one looked quite human. A large, beetle set of wings came from his back, hiding his tail. His face was sculpted, his body healthy and strong. His arms were to his sides, his face with a smile. He felt magical. He felt glorious. He felt perfect. So perfect he could sing- And so he did.



"P is for Priceless, the look upon your faces! E is for extinction of all your puny races! R for revolution, which will be televised. F is for how fucked you are- Now allow me to reprise! E is for eccentric, just listen to my song! C is for completion that I've waited for so long! T is for the terror, upon you I'll bestow..." His voice trailed off, a grin forming upon his lips as his eyes head raised up, looking out at the town before him. Citizens had begun forming, having been both terrified and confused by what was going on.

"My name is Perfect Cell, and I'd like to say..."

"Hello."