Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 18, 2012 19:58:00 GMT -6
Flame Thrower ■ The right wrist of Lich will rotate an inch clockwise to line up with a small nozzle that will extrude through the same hole in his wrist that his assassin blade does. The nozzle is connected to a hose that is connected to an armored tank in his bicep. Within the container is a flammable gas put under pressure so it can be contained in a liquid state. This gas is then released and ignited causing a twenty foot stream of fire to spew from the nozzle. Once per thread.
Lich's hand quickly retracted after being so pathetically deflected. The cyborg stared in utter disbelief for a moment. The man before him was pathetically weak and now was at the cusp of the eternal sleep. Even if Lich didn't finish him off the man would bleed out from his wounds and that would be that. But there was something about him. Even at the bitter end, he shouldn't even have the strength to stand let alone deflect Lich's attack. The movement had been so slow, so shallow...
As he rose to his feet Lich began to crack up. Quietly at first but by the time he was standing strait up he was laughing maniacally, his hand on his face as he stared up towards the heavens. His laughter pierced the crowd, it's pitch of insanity ushering a silence over the bystanders. The man before him was without a doubt weak, lucky maybe but weak. His resolve and will to survive however was stronger than any Lich had ever seen before.
The last attack hadn't been deflected by skill or luck or anything of the sort, it had been deflected by his determination. As Lich's fit of laughter died out his blood lust vanished, this man was no threat to him and while he normally finished off his prey without mercy.... Lich saw potential in his advisory.
Raising his right arm towards the sky Lich's wrist turned an inch counter clockwise to align with the nozzle in his arm and began to spew a stream of fire into the sky. Over the roar of the flames Lich shouted out to the man. Death will come for you, but it will not be today... Whats your name warrior? and as he finished his question the flames extinguished.
With a short bit of hot metal poking out of his wrist Lich walked over to the man who was undoubtedly still feeling the full effects of the toxin. I'm going to stop the bleeding, scream and I'll kill you. With that Lich grasped hold of the man's left bicep with his left hand and pressed the searing hot metal into the wound on the left shoulder of the man. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air but the pain the man would feel was that of his life being pardoned. As Lich finished sealing the wound he gave the man a moment before he would start on his back.
Salamander Breath ■ Within an armored container in Lich's chest is a toxic gas in liquid state. Once deployed via a tube running up Lich's neck and out of an opening in his mouth a bellow of dense, dark purple gas will stream from his mouth; the liquid vaporizing as it hits the air. Breathing in this gas momentarily results in slight loss of muscle control, numbness, disorientation, blurred vision, muffled hearing and general confusion. The gas lasts for two posts and the effects last for another two posts once the victim leaves the gas cloud or the gas dissipates. -- Cloud has dissipated, toxin count remaining 1/2, will wear off on the opponents next post. Full effects till then, hampered confusion due to intelligence major.
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