Debris Clash

[prythian]

First Participant: Prythian, Malthus
Second Participant: Gravity, Deadward
Uses Counter: Normal
Cooldown Duration: Normal
Status Duration: Normal
Health Multiplier - First Participant: 150
Health Multiplier - Second Participant: 150
Tier Rank: Epic Tier
Battlefield Location:

Deep in space, in a large asteroid field, slamming into each other and drifting about, twirling endlessly amongst the stars... it strangely has an atmosphere so that you can breathe, but gravity is localized to each asteroid.

Malthus's Abilities:
Advanced Jump Boost
Advanced Dodge Roll
Bladed Weapon Student
Aim
Advanced Counterattack
Ranged Weapon Student
Unarmed Combat Student
Once Again
Sneak
Basic Parkour
Aerial Dodge
Mantra
Can't Catch me!
Graceful

Acrobat Superior: Advanced Parkour
Glide
Extended Haste

Speed Freak:
Superior Parkour
Superior Jump Boost
Impossible Jump Boost
Advanced Aerial Dodge
Miracle Runner

Untouchable:
Haste Lv3
Superior Clone
After Image

[Gravity]

Henry Edward's Abilities
Bladed Weapon Student
Ranged Weapon Student
Unarmed Combat Student
Dodge Roll
Once Again!
Basic Counterattack
Jump Boost
Walk de' Plank!

Acrobat Superior
Haste
Dance
Glide
Extended Haste

Speed Freak
Superior Parkour
Superior Jump Boost
Advanced Aerial Dodge
Peregrine Strike
Miracle Runner

Untouchable
Teleport
Reflect
After Image

[prythian]

In the strange asteroid field, Malthus stepped forth, staring upwards at the many giant rocks clashing together. He whistled. "Better get moving, then." He jumped up and turned, twisting in midair to land on another one of the great chunks of debris. With such an entrance, he began jumping between rocks on his way to... somewhere, from... somewhere.

[Gravity]

Why was he here? It was a question that plagued the captain, Henry Edwards. He had no recollection of who he was or what he did; he just knew that this is where he belonged. This asteroid field was large... almost infinite in size. "Gotta keep moving..."

The captain moved across the asteroids with a certain grace, a finesse that one would not expect from his worn clothes and rather strange attire. As he jumped and ran across the field of large rocks, those of which he knew he was oddly familiar with, he came across a person...

An insatiable urge to fight came upon the captain. No, not fight... Kill.

The captain dived down from his asteroid, toward the one that the other man was on. He knew his name; Malthus. This was very strange. He tackled his enemy, kneeing him in the gut as he attempted to force him to the ground.

Damage Calculation:
Normal Attack: 1

[hp=150/150]

[prythian]

((NOTE TO ALL WATCHERS: He had permission for that.))

"Oof!" Malthus grunted as he felt the knee hit his gut. He somehow instantly knew his attacker's name... Henry Edwards. He, too, was overcome with the desire to fight... or rather, would've have been, if he had to, but he was already pretty ticked at the sneak attack. He struggled out of the captain's grasp, and got into a fighting stance, standing still and waiting for the opponent to come.

[hp=147/150]

[Gravity]

The surprise tactic was not the most effective technique, but Edwards was pleased with himself as he had dealt harm to Malthus. He was a sly one, wriggling out of the captain's grasp... It wouldn't happen again. The captain reached for his pirate-made pistol, taking two quick shots at the man's head.

Regardless of whether they had hit or not, the captain jumped forward, sending an unusually fast roundhouse kick at the man's head, which may have or may not have been there at that point. Despite his old age, his skills were fast. It was as if he had regained his teenage youth in prime condition...

Damage Attempted:
2 Ranged Weapon Attacks: 4
Normal Attack: 3

[hp=150/150]

[prythian]

THWACK! The kick hit the back of his head as the After Image vanished, Malthus grinning. "You can't CATCH ME!" He exclaimed, as he cast Haste Lv3 on himself. "Now perish!" He cast Superior Clone on himself, three clones appearing as they struck, Malthus going through a chain of 4 punches to the old man, the clones surrounding him and attempting to add in their own unarmed blows.

Damage Done:
Normal, Unarmed Attack: 3

Damage Attempted:
7 Unarmed Normal Attacks: 21

[hp=147/150]

[Gravity]

The sudden brash of pain at the back of the captain's head did more than just deal some harm to his skull, it knocked some sense in to his head. In the moment that he had been hit, Deadward came to a sudden, and rather frightening conclusion.

He is just as fast as me...

Without a second thought, Deadward disappeared from the sudden clones and their barrage of attacks. This would be difficult; but one of them had to run out of tricks eventually. The captain landed on asteroid behind his enemies, trying to figure out a way to disperse of his enemies.

He put his pistol away, grabbing his rapier from his belt. Ranged weapons would do no good here.

The captain stood still, and prepared for battle as he thought of his next move in the rather fast game of chess.

[hp=147/150]

[prythian]

"Wha-" Malthus paused, looking around, the clones doing the same and looking in other directions. "There!" One of them cried, pointing at his new position. "Now!" Malthus cried, getting out 4 of his throwing knives, each clone doing the same, two in each hand. And in a single barrage, they threw them at him with all the accuracy and power their Ranged Weapon Student abilities could muster.

Damage Attempted:
16 Ranged Weapon Student: 32 damage

[hp=147/150]

[Gravity]

The knives hit the illusion with a disappointing whoosh, the slow light fading back into the reaches of space. Deadward appeared behind Malthus, elbowing him in the back of the head.

Casting Haste on himself, the captain began to throw a large roundhouse kick at his opponent's head. His skill as a unarmed combat student would help him to deal additional damage, as well as maintaining his balance and accuracy.

Damage Done:
3

Damage Attempted:
Clone 1: 3
Clone 2: 3
Clone 3: 3
Malthus: 3

[hp=147/150]