Like a shadow, Maarschalk blended himself well within the crowd that passed through the park every now and then. It was a popular day in Hargeon--a Saturday, the market stalls were posted like usual on this day. There was something in the air. A nip. It wasn't very odd for Maarschalk to be in the good place at the right time; as proven by the countless other times where he had to rescue kittens from trees. His righteous call for duty had been corrupted by the powers of evil - the various escapades that he's been through since he met the Grimoire Heart member(s) has been eye-opening. It'd led Maarschalk to a life full of doubt, making his own identity a big question mark to fourth-wall observers. Who was Maarschalk going to fight for, should the moment arise where he needs to decide between good and evil?

There was a village idiot here. Preaching about his god; and by the looks of it, this man was homeless. Long beard, huge bag of useless yet vaguely practical shit in it that he carried on his back. Didn't take more than a glance for Maarschalk to knew what was up--he is a cosmopolite, which basically meant that he was born and raised in a city, and knew city culture.

It didn't require much effort for him to recognize crazy; and to simultaneously avoid it while being subtle. The masses of people that were sprawled across the park made it difficult to actively give someone the opportunity to identify him-especially considering his near ignorable fame. And if they did, Maarschalk had ways of noticing when someone observed him from tip to toe. His body language showed a deep relaxed male, wandering about, and minding his own business--his mind was already starting to form plans and strategies. His trusted spear was strapped to his back, weaponry was nothing strange - not in these parts, there was a street full of famous smiths nearby, and most people that walked outside in these parts wore weapons, be it maces, long swords, or rapiers. The people that didn't wield weapons were more noticeable than those who did.

The parks size was comparable of an Olympic pool, albeit more in the shape of a square instead of a rectangle. When Maarschalk entered some time ago, he passed by a group of people that allowed him to blend in a little. The southern-entrance of this park is spaciously large, it's width was almost as long as the park itself. While he moved with the crowd through the southern centered entrance, his glance went up and scanned the area opposite of him. There was only one exit, and it led to the Blue Pegasus guildhall. One man braved it--he leaned against the sad excuse of a wall, his hair black and spiky. It reminded him of cartoons he used to watch, from a time long ago. The comparable distance between Maarschalk and this man was roughly forty meters as Maarschalk continued creeping up. He was aware of his surroundings, not allowing anyone to surprise him. It wasn't until a bit ago that he was chilling in Hargeon--until he got a message from the higher ups, evidently, Blue Pegasus was in some deep shit and required assistance.

His nonchalant lurking continued until the distance between himself and the black-colored spiky-haired male shortened down to ten meters before Maarschalk stopped in his tracks. The gig was probably up by now, and he respected his opponent enough to not get closer. A double fake-out has never done anyone any good. Maarschalks hand reached for his spear, and simultaneously he dropped some tagged coins in front of him with his free hand. The arm-sleeve of his coat hinted to be slightly wet by its darker pigment. Supposedly, there was another Lamia Scale member who is going to join Maarschalk in assisting Blue Pegasus. He just hoped that this member was smart enough to not show his face until a critical moment, and step out of the shadows to deliver a fatal blow. During these actions, he made sure that the fellow that was posted at the wall would remain there, and if he moved, Maarschalk was sure to show a reactive response. During the duration of actions, there'd be little room for any interruption from outside sources. And if he had been interrupted by an external threat, his response could easily contain fire and fury. At the time of Maarschalk holding his spear with both hands, the distance was still ten meters.

"I take it you're no in Hargeon for a children's birthday party"

Maarschalk raised his voice, enough for the other male to hear him from the ten meters that separated the two.

Spell activated: Zip
Mana: 500-50
Weapon: Straight spear

OOC

With his momentum carrying him to avoid the spell, no doubt the 2nd blast would hit him given the size and homing properties.

Your homing happens through you aiming with your arms to wherever you move them. If you cannot see me, you cannot accurately aim.

If the first one was avoided, Caius would aim his left hand and fire off the second 1x1m blast right when his opponent moved, aiming for the same location on the man's body from the previous attack wherever he moved to.

I didn't avoid the first one--in turn you'd fire your second spell according to your rp. More importantly, you based this attack based off of me moving, which is conflicting since I begun moving when you did, and never stopped(I stated in my previous post that my actions were reactionary to yours, which means you move=I move. Which implies that I never stop moving, even though I stated I'd do so--which essentially means that I voided myself in doing that) So the part "When his opponent moved" becomes invalidated. To save us both a headache, I'm fine with it if we reform this sentence to "where his opponent moved"--which still makes sense in this context. Since you based your first attack off of me moving, reforming this allows me to move without you having shot your spell already. If you want to contest this, I will argue in favor of completely voiding your spell instead.

IC

From the get-go, it became obvious that this man had no room to spare for small talk. Not even a thorough discussion to talk about motives? It was quite anti-climatic. These anti-climatic reactions made his mind explode into various ideas of the motives behind this individual, and the ones that initiated these chains of terrorism. This was typically in Phantom Lords rapport, wasn't it? The flashy bullshit with public figures around to witness it? There were some ulterior motives--the spiky mans 'cool' aura hinted the challenge that Maarschalk faced.

Maarschalk has been in Hargeon for a little bit, there has been chatter from a certain guild--but Maarschalk doubted their involvement at first. He wasn't called for assistance, though rarely was he needed in the grand scheme, which resulted in a conflicting argument. He set those issues aside, and while mid stride he formed a plan to effectively deal with this cool-looking man. At the start of Maarschalks dialogue, the man started reacting against his presence. A flash of light illuminated from his back, Maarschalk could tell since half of the light shined on the wall behind him, the other half towards the other entrance. As soon as his eyes trailed towards the evil entity, he noticed a familiar face, roughly eight to five meters behind the man who started to make aggressive moves. Though in Maarschalk eyes, he didn't make this apparent. He didn't make eye-contact with his fellow Lamia Scale member, but rather saw him from the corner of his eye. He knew better than to make eye-contact, and make it obvious to the enemy that there was a figure behind him. And that's why he couldn't tell his exact position, five-to-eight was all he could estimate.

The moment of combat began inching closer, and his adrenaline increased. This increase in adrenaline led him to sharp decision making, purely as a reaction of his heightened senses. While in synchronization of the man moving, he begun moving as well. The hand that dropped the coins quickly went into his parted jacket, pulling out Spion out of his jacket by its tail. That little fucker enjoyed snuggling up.

With his other hand, he had pulled out his spear in a way that he could immediately deliver a strike given that he utilized both hands to do so. He held his spear with his right hand.

Spion, who was pretty much unaware of what was happening, seemed to awaken from his slumber. This wasn't the first time that he was used as a rugbybal, so this shouldn't be much of a surprise. Spion was surprisingly meaty, in terms of endurance. Maarschalk didn't even have to use a whipping motion to put Spion in his place, he just held him up like a shield. His fingers clenched around the tail of Spion, to hold it in place--he held him tight enough so he couldn't slip out and land on the dirty.

The evil entity had begun casting a spell, as apparent by his hands lighting up with a shroud of darkness. Was darkness his element? A hint of a smirk appeared on Maarschalks face, as a shroud of darkness instantly covered him as well--which happened in synchronization of the other entity preparing his spell. With him dashing towards Maarschalk, he did the same, closing the gap to four-meters. And while moving, Maarschalk held up Spion to where the male was starting to point his arm at. Not a flicker of a second later, contact had been made. Maarschalk could react in time based off the man having to move his arm upwards, alerting Maarschalk that the attack he was throwing was imminent. It didn't take anything other than an acknowledgement of him moving up his arm to realize that he used his arm to aim.

Although undetectable to the naked eye, both males moved at almost the exact same speed. Their strength was very similar--but the black spiky man beat his by a little bit; unfortunately, this was unknown to Maarschalk.

The light that flashed from his hand collided with Spion in under a second. The speed of this spell was no joke--but more importantly, the area of effect too. The way Maarschalk moved Spion was akin to a tennis racket, pretending that the spell that was fired off had been a tennis ball, and in turn serving the 'tennisbal' with an underhanded technique. By doing this he minimized the contact that the spell had with his hand. But it was no doubt that his hand suffered cuts, because of the minimal contact he had with the spell. More importantly, what followed was a thick explosion of dirt, because of the explosion of wind, since the paths were made of dirt.

Maarschalk was in mid dash when the explosion occurred, and having picked up enough speed to go at full running speed--he didn't stop. He didn't notice that the man still had another spell loaded with his other arm, but given the size of the dust explosion, there was no way to make visual contact between these two fighters. The cloud of dust quickly covered both fighters, leaving them both without vision.

Maarschalk immediately loosened his grip of Spion and dropped him to the ground, and in rapid succession he turned a full circle after closing the distance; tunneling his momentum, having closed the gap enough to make easy contact--he held his spear with both hands, and as firm as he could, given that one hand had suffered injuries.

All his strength, and momentum carried over. Even though he couldn't see his enemy, Maarschalk moved with surgical precision. He knew where he was before the explosion occurred, and moved fast enough to not allow him to escape his evil clutches. The reason Maarschalk moved in a circle was to throw off his enemy, should he try to throw another attack at him, it'd be very unlikely that it could land--he had under a second of reaction time to respond to this. Since dust covered the distance between the two, and went a little bit past the evil entity, there was no way of him finding Maarschalks body in time--lest not his spear. For his opponent to move out of this attack would mean he'd have to literally blast himself away. Since Maarschalks attack was more of a swipe instead of a stab, it'd hit anything within the range of his spear--which was basically everything in front of him, at the height of his opponents heart. And the only way to avoid this devastation was having to move backwards, which should occur at a limited movement speed.

In Maarschalks rational mind, there was no way of avoiding this attack; but being the natural born fighter that he is--he made contingency plans.

If his spear couldn't find anything in the dark smoke that he couldn't see through, he'd move left, using his previous momentum to make this easier. If possible, he'd move until he left the dark cloud of dust that begun covering the park. He had no idea what Atlas was up to, he certainly was too intent on striking his colleague. No external threats have made them known to this point, and fighting this villain seemed quite straight-forward. Maarschalks body was covered in a thick shroud of darkness. As intimidating as it could be; the embodiment of his darkness--this was the first time he'd activate it and have a witness see it, that witness being Atlas.

Spell activated: Zip
Mana: 450-50(upkeep)
Weapon: Straight spear (+18)
Companion: Larvitar

My claims would be that Larvitar is 2ft and the diameter of the blast is 3.2ft. So when this hit him it would knock it out(call PETA) and since it was a crit by being bigger than his body and it would hit Muzi’s hand and forearm holding it for A rank damage which would tear it up for the rest of the fight.

Not sure where you invented this crit rule, but it's irrelevant since I don't intend on continuing to use him in this battle anyway. Larvitar covered up most of the explosion since he met it head on. It is certainly true that your spell is bigger, but with Larvitar having taken the brunt of the damage by facing it head on, and with my having my arm removed far away from the impact--the damage converted to me in this context is almost minimal. It'd actually be nothing considering Larvitar consumed all of the damage, simply physically blocked.

The other would be full speed can't be built up since this happening in in a second or two and it states it takes around 3-4 for full speed. Not only that but blocking the attack going at 20m/s and causing an explosion would certainly kill off or slow any momentum of running forward.

I already stated in my last post, there wasn't a moment where I've stopped. If you look at the timelines I wrote down, you'd see that Maarschalk didn't stop moving since your character began doing things which my character reacted to by moving around, essentially voiding myself. Your spell doesn't explicitly push people back, it only does damage--it doesn't push as it's not a 6000lb car that moves at 20meters per second.

As soon as the cloud was formed, Caius was able to react and take action. His left arm was down at his side with a clenched fist facing forward. This in turn was aimed at the last spot the man in darkness was last seen which was straight ahead. The wind beam fired almost as soon as the dust started to form.

Your spell moved at 20 meters per second, and while it fired--you stated that your other arm wasn't up like this one was. The time it'd require you to raise your arm to fire again at the same position gives me ample time to move out of its way.

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Atlas drew his lance and noticed Maarschalk drew his spear. Atlas saw the the man facing Maarschalk dash forward so Atlas felt like, this was indeed their enemy.

He knew better than to make eye-contact, and make it obvious to the enemy that there was a figure behind him. And that's why he couldn't tell his exact position, five-to-eight was all he could estimate.

In this context of 'behind', Atlas isn't perpendicularly behind you. My character couldn't make eye contact if that was the case, considering the wall is in place as well. In my description I stated that Atlas was five to eight meters behind you, invalidating your claim of Atlas being behind you for ten meters prior to both our actions chaining off of each other. This means that Atlas has ample time to reach us two and strike you with his lance. Considering his own speed(he was already moving prior to him rushing over) and the length of his lance, it's a definitive hit.

IC

The insane momentum that Maarschalk carried over in his spear collided with his opponents’ chest. The raw trauma was a result of all the kinetic energy that Maarschalk carried--that got converted into a huge impact. Fire and Fury led the tip of his spear through skin, digging deep and severing multiple arteries at once. His raw strength wasn't vast enough to sever the evil entities torso in two--but his spear certainly made rounds, the hilt was slowed down at the sternum, though the tip still dragged on--critically cutting the heart at its left side, the impact also cut through the right lung. The stab got delivered between the ribs, the lower portion of one rib got scratched.

And then came what Maarschalk didn't anticipate as accurately. The sudden force that originated from behind the evil entity. It was Atlas--his red lance had driven itself into the man’s back, the duo had essentially pinned him down with both of their spears driven into Caius. The result of Atlas' force, and Maarschalks steady footing, was Maarschalks spear being driven up deeper into the evil entity. His heart completely slashed, left lung now cut open. Their strikes got delivered before the entity activated his spell to fly away. The distance between Atlas and the evil entity prior to Atlas crashing in was so small, it took only a moment of notice for him to come arriving at his full force, preventing him from taking away. The impact occurred in almost perfect synchronization of Maarschalks spear impaling the entity--holding him in place; and the finishing blow being Atlas's red rod that went deep in Caius' insides. If the evil entity still attempted to fly away, it'd result in deeper and more grievous wounds, Maarschalk became visible through the dust cloud after his hit had landed, and he could see his opponent being impaled. His companion Spion certainly had seen better days in his life, but he still stood strong, in the dust--ready to strike should anything happen to Maarschalk. Maarschalks hands were wrapped around his spear, not really in an ideal situation to cast a spell; but it'd be possible to leave the spear in one hand and use the other hand to activate a spell to shield himself from any other incoming damage. He mentally prepared himself for this, and already let go of the spear with one hand, using his other to keep it in place.

These measures most likely weren't necessary if his foe hadn't moved after getting stabbed critically; if he still dared to move, the countermeasures was going to be the use of more force--but, Maarschalk prioritized keeping himself safe; he cared little for Atlas, expecting him to take care of himself, but if the moment came down to it, Maarschalk had no qualms in sacrificing Atlas to bring this evil man down.

"Who is behind this attack?"

Maarschalk spoke out, hoping that the beans were going to get spilled before his opponent could pass out. There might be a need of Maarschalk to help out Blue Pegasus if there were more people like this guy walking around.


Spell activated: None (God TO is still ongoing +10 speed)
Mana: 400
Weapon: Straight spear (+18)
Companion: Larvitar

OOC 48 hours has passed, claiming all my hits

IC

Maarschalk received no reply from the entity. His spear had completely obliterated the black-spiky haired man. His spear had pierced his chest, and within an almost instant the male had been rendered unconscious, after the damage of his spear carried over to his heart, lungs. Maarschalk was victorious in this battle, although with little help of Atlas--it didn't matter, it was all the same to him. He begun pulling out his spear out of the entity, expecting the Rune Knights or whatever to pick up his unconscious rendered body. Maarschalk looked carefully around him before continuing to move around; making sure the coast was clear.

"Alright, I'll see if I can help other people in Hargeon--you go do your own thing now and we'll meet up later to talk about this I suppose."

Maarschalk said before calmly walking away, unless the entity they had just defeated had some kind of way of getting up--in which case he'd stay and spear his head or whatever again, given that he was rendered immobilized, there was no viable way of him to flee the scene. Not that Maarschalk could see in any way. The left over feeling of adrenaline of defeating someone still remained in his body; truely in this moment it showed how important winning was to him. This was going to stick to him until his end, and ironically, it might make him meet his demise as well. His lust for battle is a two-edged blade. It has its ups and downs.



Spell activated: None (God TO is still ongoing +10 speed)
Mana: 400
Weapon: Straight spear (+18)
Companion: Larvitar