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 Post subject: A Really Bad Target (Vs. Khan)
PostPosted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 6:55 am 
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Tiam had decided a day or so ago to go on a brief excursion after Dirk said that it would take him a few days to drum up some agreeable work for the group. He had met his brothers and they had gotten along swimmingly, though he feared he may have made a grand ass of himself at one point during their introductory night; such was the cost of getting plastered on Dirk's mead, he supposed. He had originally meant to simply wander the wharf of Jadra's Gate for a few hours, but found himself walking arounds the market instead.

Jadra's Gate was as busy as ever, though there were an unusually high number of pairs and trios standing on the fringes of the market speaking to each other in low voices. Tiam had stopped to listen briefly, as if perusing a stand of fruits only a few feet away. They were hard to tune in to given all of the ambient noise, but he managed to capture enough snippets of the conversation to understand vaguely what they were talking about.

People were disappearing from all over the city - just vanishing. Apparently they were disappearing at all times of the day in every sort of setting - public or private - with nobody witnessing the actual disappearance. Just there one moment and gone the next, though always while you weren't looking. The news was interesting, but there was little more information coming from that particular pair. Tiam plunked a copper coin onto the stall and took an apple, pocketing another with a swift movement. He had been doing this since he was a child, and it assured that his ill-gotten money went much further than it could have otherwise.

He took a contented bite of the apple and walked away from the stall with juice foaming around his lips. The weather was glorious and temperate, that perfect blend of heat and cool that left you content with covered arms or bare. He chose not to wear his bandana today, instead exposing short brown hair to the sunlight. He liked the feeling of the sun on his head - it reminded him of the summer days of his younger years where he would wade into a crowd with nothing but a half-inch blade and walk out with a fist-full of coins. He was young at the time, so he rarely held onto his money, and he never made much in the poorer markets where he fit in, but it was a life that he was fond of nonetheless.

A wave of nostalgia took him then - a feeling that he got every now and then when he was standing in a crowded marketplace. He felt like trying his hand at cutting purses once more, though he was quite out of practice after having not done so in years. What reason did he have to? Still, reliving those days for even a brief moment would be worth it.

Would it though? What would happen if he were caught and jailed? The likelihood of that happening was slim given his current appearance and attire. Few people bothered those that carried weapons openly, though they usually did pay more attention to them. Lucky for Tiam the city was big enough that individuals like him were a dime a dozen and barely warranted any more notice than the common rabble, even by the city guards. They were even welcomed, after a fashion, since they were a good source of travelling disposable income.

He took another bite of the apple, juice spraying onto his lips.

Tiam wandered the periphery of the crowd and stopped at a stall selling belts and purses. Another cluster of men was chatting nearby. They too said that people were disappearing, but only from their homes, though at no specific time of day. They also said that all the people disappearing were women. Interesting.... Tiam smiled at the vendor and went on his way, appropriating nothing from the stall. What was the point of that when he had a perfectly good belt and purse already?

Speaking of purses.... He slipped the razor that he had purchased on his way to Jadra's Gate from its place on his belt and flipped it open. It was a little thing, really, but it was nice. The handle was carved bone and the back half of the blade was engraved with a scroll pattern. The blade was a little awkward for the job but it was the best thing that he had at the moment. He took a quick scan of the crowd, another bite of his apple, and then waded in.

He brushed past several people who gave him wary looks, as if afraid that he was going to suddenly start brandishing his spear at them. There were a few women that he wouldn't have minded brandishing his spear at, but they saw his looks and quickly went the other way; not the types that went for bad boys then - that was unfortunate.

He continued his swim through the crowd and let the hand holding the razor find its target. The blade bit into the leather of a nearby purse and he turned in that direction, dropping the apple and scooping his hand low to catch the bounty as it flowed from the slit in the purse. No such bounty flowed as the razor got caught in the thick leather of the purse and gave a stiff tug on the belt of the wearer instead. Tiam jerked his hand back and began to belt his razor, but it was too late - the man was already turning toward him.

It was then that Tiam saw the staff and knew that he had fouled up badly.

Ahhh shit... Could he have picked a worse target?

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Bright sun, cloudless skies and a soft ocean breeze, a horrible day if ever Josh has seen one. Fair weather certainly wasn’t his calling, wind, rain, storms that was his ideal, in weather that others sought the comfort and safety of their homes Josh preferred to do his travelling as the single stable element in a swirling chaotic place. It grounded him as to his place in the world, once almost literally when he’d forgotten to fold Jasmine during a lightning storm, but moving in fair weather was oft a wise choice and the only way to gather information. It was only on these clear boring days that the hustle and bustle of trading, working and gossiping took place as per normal in the various villages towns and cities that dotted the landscape of the land.

Jadra’s Gate was no exception to this; the market place was hustling with the sounds of gossiping shop owners and loose lipped patrons. Some gossip was boringly commonplace, who had slept with whom, a fight over a young lady by various suitors looking for her hand. Josh hated spending so much time at the markets of each town and village listening to such boring conversations, and the stalls themselves held little of interest to him luxuries and your average odds and end were of little use to a warrior that spent the majority of his life travelling from town to town. Anything that he couldn’t wear on his body, use in combat or eat was for intents and purposes useless to him. Instead these markets gave Josh a far more valuable resource, information, and not just any information; information that only Josh was his Goddess gifted eyes could collect.

These eyes allowed him to walk through the market, listening for the more important gossip, while scanning the various folk moving through the store siphoning information about their lives directly from their mind through his eyes. Their misdeeds and crimes were laid bare before his sight, the liars and the pickpockets and cheaters were clearly outlined yet ignored in his eyes, they were small fish in a large pond of potential targets.

Three days ago he had touched upon the mind of a man beyond evil, stealing people away from their lives, abducting them for nefarious purposes. He’d touched his mind and seen his crimes, but the man had vanished into the crowd before Josh had seen his face, since he had been wandering the market again and a again, hoping to touch upon his mind and this time his face, so that he might run the man through with his blade. Jasmine wasn’t with him on these trips, even in a place this large and populated, even with so many armed people walking around, a six foot giant axe tended to make you noticeable, and noticeable wasn’t exactly what he was going for.

Three days of futile searching tended to wear on a person, three endless days of walking the same path over and over had left Josh itching for a fight, so when the tell-tale feeling of something tugging at his belt alerted Josh to the would be thief behind him; Josh was more than willing to oblige the urge.

He spun about onto his target, metal on metal sounding as his gauntleted fist closed tight, Yalan was hanging on his belt not unlike a scabbard, waiting for the call and single tug that would bring her into combat. Tiam stood almost level with Josh, only an inch or so shorter, brown hair and tanned skin he bore the signs of a man that spent time at sea. A perfect cover for the cut purse, sail into a town on a boat, cut a few purses and then sail away before the authorities even realised there had been a rash of thefts. Blue pants, leather armour, and what looked like a series of spears, a trained fighter it seemed, odd that someone armed like this to be a cut purse, but again it could all have been a part of the disguise to blend him into the crowd. A crowd that, sensing the inevitability of a fight as crowds always do, had created a circle some 30 feet across, both men directly in the middle. Oddly not a single person thought to go and fetch the Watch, apparently too engrossed in what would happen next.

“Are you stupid, or just suicidal?” Josh asked simply, his eyes boring into Tiam’s, preparing himself for the fight. Tiam couldn’t have picked a worse time to try and steal from Josh, any other day he might have laughed and simply rapped him on the head with his staff and walked off… Today though, Josh was determined to plant his metal covered fist into Tiam’s face, maybe add a new scar to match his chin.

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"Are you stupid or just suicidal?" A metal-plated hand wrapped itself around his wrist before he could return the razor to his belt. Caught in the act - not a problem... Oh dear.

The man was young, around a decade younger than Tiam judging by his clean cheeks and no mark of stubble, unless the boy had shaved just before leaving. This one looked dangerous, however, and appeared to be stirring for a fight. Not a place that Tiam wanted to get into a fight, at the very least, but having his brothers in the city gave him a greater degree of confidence. If one of them happened to stumble upon the fight that was no doubt going to take place they would jump in and help him out. Of course, that would require one of them to stumble into the marketplace to begin with.

Still, Tiam wasn't going to bank on one of his brothers stumbling upon the conflict and saving his sorry hide. Diplomacy was the first course of action, of course. This was the city he intended to make his home, after all, and getting the attention of the watch so early on would not be a good idea. Once this city belonged to him and his brothers, well, that was a different story - nobody would challenge him on his turf then.

He moved the razor and hid it beneath one of his fingers, his hand appearing empty. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm sorry for bumping into you, now will you let me go?" Tiam cocked an eyebrow at the youth, a question and a challenge at the same time. His free arm was slowly moving toward the javelins on his back, ready to draw one in case combat erupted. The pirate's only worry was that the youth's hands were plated in steel with his arms bare. That meant that they were weapons, not armour. He needed to get away.

He took note of the circle that had opened in the crowd. He didn't blame them - the boy was starting to radiate the sort of hate that was tangible and very real. The boy definitely wasn't going to let him go, and he seemed to only be growing angrier as the seconds ticked by.

Tiam took note of a younger boy in the crowd breaking away and running, no doubt running for the watch. Hopefully they would arrive before things got ugly.

(I made a reference to your eye of providence skill, since you would see all of the bad stuff that Tiam has done in his life. Also, the boy is of little consequence until the end of the battle, so don't worry.)

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“Let you go? You really think that is going to happen after all you have done?”

His eyes blazed, knowledge and with it power coursed through his body as a result of the wrongs of the man before him. Tium irked him to say the least, most people did evil things because they were inherently evil, or they had somehow justified that what they were doing was right not wrong, Tium was neither. He wasn’t inherently evil, he didn’t justify what he did as necessary, no, as far as Josh could tell Tium did what he did simply because he wanted to and he could. As far as Josh was concerned that was worse. People who could choose between doing right or wrong, but still choose to do wrong anyway, they were at the top of josh’s list, just below the Undead… And his ex-clan member Drakol.

Josh began talking again, but as he did, he began what he called the ‘Martial Step’ by moving his hands and arms animatedly as he spoke, seemingly in anger, drawing attention away from his feet. Using only his back leg which was partially hidden from view by his front leg, he pushed himself forward a fraction of an inch at a time, slowly, stealthily, moving closer each time. It probably wouldn’t amount to much, but as a Martial Artist, getting even a foot closer to your opponent before you struck was a blessing, two feet was a god send.

[color=red]“Petty theft, banditry, highway robbery, piracy, pick pocketing, you have quite the list of achievements Tium. Undoubtedly you have quite the bounty on your head in some parts. I’m no bounty hunter though, before this is over you will wish that I was. I’m your judge, your jury, and your executioner Mr Calden. When they find your body they will know who it was that struck you down, they’ll know that the hand of the Goddess struck you down and that all your sins are true. Repent, for only then shall your soul escape damnation.” [color]

Josh judged he’d moved as close as he could without the action being noticed, right foot forward he felt the ground beneath it, right on the edge of one of the many paved stones that made up the market square. He curled his toes around the edge to find greater purchase and sprung forward, that extra grip adding to his initial speed. He covered the distance in a moment, planted his left foot before Tium and without losing his momentum swung the rest of his body around, swing his right fist low into a hard body blow, and placed him standing directly in front of his opponent. He was going to stick to him like glue, follow his every movement and pummel him with his fist as they went.

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All that he had done? What was the boy talking about? Was his luck so bad that he had managed to try to cut the purse of a man hunting a bounty on his head? With the way that his luck was going, Tiam didn't doubt the possibility in the least. This was like the cherry on the cake - giving Tiam a second chance at life and then suddenly throwing him into conflict with a dangerous man that would likely result in a death or a number of nasty wounds.

He was also very aggressive, inching closer as he spoke to close the distance. The tactic made sense giving the armaments displayed quite clearly on Tiam's back. It was a mistake that just about everybody made when first squaring off against him - they saw a spear and immediately assumed that he would be doomed the moment they got inside the reach of his weapon. Their simplicity almost depressed Tiam at times; did they not know that the spear was one of the most versatile weapons in the world? One could even use it as a rudimentary sword if the shaft was broken. It was silly, but Tiam wasn't about to let an advantage fall to the wayside.

In response to the boy's subtle advance Tiam took a step back and placed his left hand on his javelin, grabbing it near the base, prepared to draw it in a reverse grip.

The boy rhymed off everything that Tiam had ever done in his life, since his earliest years. The boy clearly had some sort of mystical powers backing him then, something that allowed him to see every misdeed that had ever been committed by Tiam. That was quite the power for a bounty hunter, particularly one that thought he was under a divine mission from some goddess. He was a nut job, clearly - the sort that would go around slaughtering people because "god told them to". Probably thought himself a divine judge or some such.

Despite the mental mocking though Tiam acknowledged that this self-proclaimed divine judge was dangerous. He looked dangerous and he was aggressive. And... there it was. The boy knew how to throw a punch, that's for sure. The shot was low and hard, and easily would have blown the air from Tiam had he not been prepared for a close-range hit. He sprang backward, drawing the javelin as he did so and lashed out with the metal tip. It wasn't bladed, but it still had enough weight to cause some light damage to offending arm.

Tiam pocketed the razor and drew another javelin with his right hand as he landed and choked up on the javelin in his left. He now stood with both hands full, his right holding the javelin a few inches under the tip. His left was holding the stout shaft of the javelin forward like a baton, the sharp tip protruding just under his hand like a dagger in a reverse grip. "You would punish a man for living his life in the only way he knew? Phaw, to hell with that - you are no better than I am."

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Tium took a careful step backwards as Josh made his tiny steps forward negating anything he might of gained from the motion, but it didn’t matter. Josh was a martial artist, the quintessence of the human body, someone who had trained from the moment they could walk so that he could overcome any enemy whatever weapon they held. Of course that was an ordinary martial artist; Josh was far from that, Josh was arguably the most accomplished martial artist in the world; in fact Josh was undoubtedly the most dangerous martial artist in existence even at such a young age. It wasn’t from genius, in wasn’t from god gifted talent, it was the opposite, struck with blindness from birth Josh had become a martial artist without being able to see his opponent. This disability made it so he never gave up, always pushed forward without second guessing himself. It made him reckless, it made him hot headed, and it made him dive into fights that no one else would even attempt and come out with a victory. This time wouldn’t be any different.

Josh’s toes curled over the edge of the stone tile, his body went low and he pushed off, if you could have seen his legs through his pants you would have seen amazingly defined muscle tensed with power as he pushed off. Likewise as he threw the punch you would have been able to see the pure power flowing through the muscles in his arm and across his back. As he moved forward, Tium sprang back, it was a swing and a miss, but Josh wasn’t simply going to stop. As his foot hit the ground, he performed the same manoeuvre again, momentarily building the power in his leg before pushing off again. Diving forward in a mirror image of the first attack, this time attacking with his left fist, aiming to strike a moment after Tium would have landed once again.

The spear swung in on Josh’s arm, but it was already contracting, it was a simply matter to block the swipe with the armoured forearm of his right arm. Metal struck metal with a clang, but Josh’s push wasn’t hindered, Tium wasn’t going to shake him that easily. He was the strongest hand to hand fight there was, this pirate with his little poke sticks wasn’t going to stop him.

“I am better, because we both had the choice between right and wrong, but only I choose right.”

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The boy was quick and relentless, but thus far he was proving to be a straight-forward opponent. He used the same move as the one that had just failed to attack once more chambering the punch, driving forward, and then unleashing it. The youth was doing everything he could to prevent Tiam from drawing his spear - it was probably the best move that he could make to ensure a quick and easy victory over the one that he deemed 'evil' for surviving.

The boy clearly had no conception of what it was like to live life on the streets where nobody wanted you and those around you would kill you for a heel of bread. The underbelly is a dog-eat-dog world when you're young, have few friends, and are unwanted. You could beg, but the bigger and older ones would steal everything you had made. You could offer to do odd jobs, but you would be lucky not to get clouted over the ear after the people took one look at you. He says that you could choose good or evil - phaw, no such choice existed on the street. The only good was living to see the next sunrise, the only evil giving up and dying. Life was the ultimate good, anything else was secondary to that. After a while the streets become everything that you know, and you're buggered if you ever want to try to do something else with your life. You're too rough for the rest of the civilized world.

But this one, well, he probably grew up with a guarantee of food and the illusion of safety wrapping him in its soft folds. Those were the ones that always took it upon themselves to condemn those who didn't have an easy life and had to do whatever it took to survive. What right did they have to do that? None.

Tiam wanted to voice as much to the boy - for that was indeed what he was with his narrow-minded black and white views of good and evil - but the argument would be lost on him. So, instead, Tiam just continued with his previous motion, drawing a javelin in his right and choking up on the left as he pushed off the ground again, moving backward and away from the offending left arm. He didn't have much more room for bouncing backward - at least until the crowd got out of his way. Most crowds were quite malleable when weapons were involved - nobody wanted to be stabbed for standing too close. Indeed, people were already starting to push backward to give more room, afraid that the pattern was going to continue.

Tiam had no intention of needing that room though. As he landed he immediately shifted his weight forward, throwing the previously drawn javelin with all the force he could muster at the martial artist while maintaining nearly perfect balance. Their close proximity made the throw dangerous, especially when aimed at the centre of the chest. If it didn't hit, it would at least give Tiam the time he needed to draw his spear.

As soon the javelin was free he began reaching toward his harness - a motion he had practiced a thousand times before.

[Javelins remaining: 4]

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In a way it was a conversation, only Josh was the only one that could see both sides of the story, he could tell what he was thinking, he knew his past and he knew what Tium’s past was like and thus his likely responses without him having to voice them. Tium couldn’t say the same about Josh’s past though. He knew nothing of the horrors Josh had been forced through. His second attack was a fruitless as his first, Tium had continued onto another backward bound the moment his feet had landed sufficiently on the ground. It wasn’t completely fruitless, he supposed, he was learning quickly about his opponent, so far Tium was an agile opponent, he also wasn’t an opponent who clashed head to head with an opponent, instead he avoided direct conflict, it spoke volumes about Tiums character.

Josh was a little sick of being taken for a ride, his first body punch had missed, and now his second would as well, both first and second attacks would come for nothing, but not the third, well second attack, they would be one and the same. Tium was moving in a linear fashion, leap land, leap land. It didn’t allow Josh to predict his exact landing point, but knowing the line along which he was going to land was enough.

[Strength Jewel]

The Seal broke, power coursed through his body. Josh held three seals, power sealed within gems. It took 3 days to nurture each gem with his Ki, slowly building the power within it to enhance a single aspect of his abilities for a short period of time, Strength and Speed being two aspects he had taught himself to enhance. The gems were rare and expensive, but Josh had hopes to expand his collection, he had hopes for these gems, a large enough collection meant that he could create a new fighting style never seen before using the powers of the gem. 3 days’ worth of power condensed into a gem and then released as pure strength enhancing Ki throughout his body for only a few minutes.

[Eyes of Providence] + [Physical Spirit] + [Ki]

This was touching on the power of the style he hoped to create, the power of this particular gem increased his strength by more than 100%, increasing an already greater than normal strength. This also strengthened the power of every single one of his abilities. The transparent bolt of pure Ki unleashed from Josh fist at the end of Josh’s second punch travelled along the same line that Tium was leaping along. Normally it wasn’t overly dangerous by itself, it held the same power as the punch that threw it, but this one was different. The punch that threw it was twice as strong as Josh’s normal punch, but the technique itself was already overpowered by Josh’s [Physical Spirit] this simple little bolt of Ki was now a veritable murder weapon, potentially hitting with more than 300% of Josh’s normal punch, not a good thing on the receiving end.


Josh never took his eyes off his opponent, his techniques were second nature to him now, no concentration needed. Tium landed with his newly drawn Javelin, drew back and threw all the while Josh’s Ki was travelling true to its course towards him along the same line as the punch, still at stomach height.

[Freed Mind]

No dodge just follow the motion The act of throwing a left handed body punch twisted the body to the right, but your upper body bent to the left. With his enhanced strength Josh pushed with his left foot, the most solidly placed foot, pushing his body along the path it was already moving, away from the throw. It was close though, without the added strength in the push he might have been missing a kidney.

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Well that was interesting.

The second of motion that followed Tiam's casting of the javelin was a blur built on reflex. The boy used a technique that Tiam had only seen once or twice before, and had never actually had the technique directed toward him before now. A ball of lightly coloured, swirling energy shot from the judge's fist in Tiam's direction immediately following a shudder in the youth's muscles. It appeared, after Tiam had a moment to think on the situation, that he had seen a similar thing before, though he had just passed it off as pointless information at the time. He had observed a similar shudder in the elf during their fight, and he had been much stronger for a time thereafter, only that strength had faded over time. So, just maybe, this strength would too.

That observation came later, after Tiam had the javelin broken and thrown from his hands from the impact - an event that had prompted the sudden reflection in the first place. The bandit had succeeded in defeating the blast by swiping at it with the javelin in his left hand. Lucky for him, this particular attack followed the rule of most magical things, unlike Tiam's own attacks. Most magical attacks could be countered by hitting them before they hit you, causing the energy to dissipate - usually into the defending object - after whatever held it together was sufficiently broken. Braytz had taught Tiam as much after he had been blown to the ground and nearly killed by a mage that had been defending a caravan. Who the hell hired a mage to defend a caravan? He had voiced as much then and again to Vius, but that wasn't about to stop him from doing it a third time. It was practically against the rules!

The impact, aside from snapping the javelin clean in two, also wrenched Tiam's wrist from the sudden reversal of direction. That wasn't about to stop him though - if you were put down (or even given pause) by such injuries you had no place fighting at all. Whether in the bar or the field of battle, if you couldn't take a little pain then you had no place doing anything involving anything sharp or pointy.

As it was, Tiam took the injury in stride and drew another of his javelins with his left hand as he pulled his spear out with his right. He didn't assume his normal fighting stance - at least not yet. They were still too close to warrant using his spear in a mid-ranged grip. For now he would keep things tailored for short range, particularly against this opponent. That the judgmental one had managed to avoid the javelin thrown at such close range was a testament to his agility, and agility at close range was not something that one wanted to deal with in a locked grip. Instead he held the weapon comfortably as half shaft, unbraced.

"You'll have to try harder, mister divine judge. Tiam Calden does not go as easily as that." He spoke his name loudly for all to hear, hoping that someone might recognize him from the Drunken Seahorse and run to get his allies. If not, this fight was probably going to end up with him dead or badly maimed. Recognition was not likely yet, his name and face were too new.

Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time that Tiam won a battle on his own merit. He took a deep breath.

[3 Javelins remain]

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Goddess, the power was almost addictive, the amount of pure Ki running through Josh’s body set him on fire, and it burned, it burned good. To have the strength to reach out a crush a man’s skull between your feeling, to be able to extinguish life with only your hands with the same effort it took to squash a bug. It made you feel above everyone else like every other person in the world was below you. You felt like a G---

Josh cut himself off before he completed the blasphemy, it was true though, before he was the strongest martial artist in the world, now he was the strongest in the world in pure strength. It showed in his abilities, Tiams javelin splintered as though it were made of balsa wood, a weapon before, now two pieces of scrap wood thrown to the ground a distance from their owner. It was quickly replaced by another in his hand. Did he think he had an unlimited supply of these things, he’d used 2 of these things in about 10 seconds, at this rate in 20 seconds he’d be out of the things and without landing a single blow on Joshua.

“You'll have to try harder, mister divine judge. Tiam Calden does not go as easily as that." The name was accented as he spoke, was he making a victory speech already, building a reputation when he hadn’t even inflicted a dent on Josh’s equipment let alone his body.

“He also apparently doesn’t hit so easily either, got many of those little sticks left? Or are you using them prematurely. That won’t impress the ladies at all pirate.”

Josh dashed in, the distance was still relatively small so it only took a moment, and set himself into a pseudo boxing stance, and jabbed. A rapid left handed jab at Tiam’s jaw, rapid and light in damage relative to a straight punch, but still damaging with extra strength running through his body.

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"How cute. I'm amazed that you even know what it's for! For some reason I doubt you even have one. Probably had it cut off or something so you can serve your god or whatever. No worries boy, I have more than enough to make up for you." The boy thought he was being cute by making a mockery of Tiam's 'stick'. Phaw, the boy probably didn't even know what his was for yet, just like the elf. Probably just repeating what he had heard the bigger boys saying to razz each other during training camp. He knew Tiam's past, how could he even hope to think that such pitiful words would ignite his anger. He had heard worse from a ten year old on the streets, who had summarily had his teeth broken by a twelve-year-old Tiam. Ahh, the days of being the big man in town.

The Judge sprang forward, trying to close the distance and get in range to use his fists again. Tiam wasn't about to let him get into that zone of danger again. Now that he was at spear-length, he was going to stay at spear length. Tiam needed him to stay at spear length if he had any hope of beating this one. He had been in more than his fair share of brawls, but those were always bareknuckled fights in bars, not fights against a man with steel-clad fists. Not only that, but he was clearly well trained in fist-to-fist combat, far more than Tiam's own experience in drunken brawls would allow.

Unfortunately for the divinely-inspired one, Tiam was prepared for his charge. That was the beauty about having your voice as a weapon: your first deep breath was always an innocent gesture that could pass notice. After all, how many outside of the crew of the Storm's Mercy actually had that power? Tiam certainly didn't know of anyone.

[Shouting Match]

Tiam emptied his lungs for a powerful shout that was brought to bear almost the instant after his prosecution's charge began. The concussion wave was powerful, with the frequency tuned by Tiam's powers to become more effective against the soft flesh of his target's body. There was a great deal of intricacy to the powers that he had been granted. Far more than he had first imagined. He had found out only later after much talking with the crew.

Some of the crew members were naturally adept and able to tune the sounds to their needs easily, while others like Tiam needed to work their asses off to achieve the easiest of modifications. This particular modification wasn't very easy, but it was the first and only one that he had mastered enough to use in combat thus far. There were more, but that would come later. For now, survival had to come first.

The blast, close range as it was, would be difficult to dodge, especially with the forward motion that this enemy now had. It would be like running into a hammer blow. Not a pleasant feeling to say the least.

[Shouting Match, 1x remains]
(For those that are not aware, Shouting Match is a special that Khan and I agreed that I would possess for the duration of the battle.)

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 Post subject: Re: A Really Bad Target (Vs. Khan)
PostPosted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:48 pm 
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After repeatedly waiting for posts and 8 days since my last post, I've decided that I'm tired of waiting. I'm going to claim victory and move on.

If someone could post rewards, that would be great.

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 Post subject: Re: A Really Bad Target (Vs. Khan)
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Going through them like butter, aren't you Yoz?

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