On the Hunt (Haupien)

    All of the power he could muster with his current energy flowing through his attack, he struck. Raiya offered no defense of his own, instead releasing his own expletive and suddenly changing. His muscales bulged, his figure loomed over him, and he seemed to stand up straighter, as if shrugging off some of the previous exhaustion and damage that had been dealt to him. His blade offered only a single scratch, barely piercing the layers of skin on his face. He became aghast, realizing that he had been telling the truth. It was only the desire for information the bounty hunter held that had spared him so far.

    He stepped back in horror, no ideas coming to fruition. What could you do against such overwhelming power, that his strongest blow was lucky to leave any mark at all? He looked around them, trying to find such element of the terrain that could save him, some last idea that could offer hope. Instead he found the strongest blow he had ever seen smashing into him.

    He shot backwards, smashing into the wall behind him. A cough of blood erupted from his lungs, splattering the pavement lightly. Pain arced through his body, flashes of black threatening to overwhelm his conciousness once more. He was a toy, a plaything at the mercy of the beast in front of him. The wall was not able to absorb the full energy of the fling, and he was bounced back off of it, leaving behind a crater and cracks spreading throughout the sewers from it. He was met again, this time with a clothesline that picked him off of his feet with ease, reaqauinting him with the wall.

    Dust fell from the ceiling above them, fragments of brick and mortar raining down. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized the distant chatter of voices, brought by the violent shaking their fight had brung, looming above them, peering into the hole. But they seemed not only miles away but decades away, something completely irrelevant to his existence. It was all he could do to hold on tightly to his sword, not daring to let it go. If he let it go, the fight was over. If he let it go, he let go of his life.


PL: 48,000
Taking the full hit!
KP: 3/6
MP: 3/6
Damage: 80/250

Thread Overage: 3175 + 181 = 3358

    He groaned in misery, the pain a constant numbing feeling, like the cold grip of ice freezing any feeling out of a finger. He weakly clawed at the unbreakable grip around his throat. The deadly face glooming over him smashed into his own, a deadly instrument of pain. He felt his nose break, blood and bruising covered his face, a coughing overwhelming him that wracked him with pain for each upheaval of air. He was broken and battered, barely able to process the words coming out of the floating mouth in front of him. He tried to focus on the words, tried to focus on the vision of the floating objects in front of him, removed from context of the surrounding world, but was unable. He felt himself began to slump, wanting to retreat into sleep. Oh how a good sleep would feel right now... he could just slumber, sink into the void, never return to this world...

    The tension was removed from his neck and replaced by a mighty slap, daggers of pain impending his sleep. Why was he talking? This was a fight. He was an animal, fighting for everything in his life, instinct screaming at him to claw and bite and scream and growl, but instead there was talking. The talking- oh how miserable- was then replaced by a growing sensation of agony as his head was lightly crushed. The command to talk didn't come from the intelligent side of his brain, but the desperate drive to survive. To do anything to escape this situation.

    "Tuffles. The tuffles. War. Ch-cheri," he started with a heavy cough, blood coating his mouth. "Amara?" he finished, more of a question than an answer. His brain desperately chipped away at his mind, trying to recover more information but the vein of knowledge had run dry. He wasn't able to process these words, not able to make sense of them himselves. His scouter quietly kept track of the powers of moving figures above them, now swarming near the whole they had entered the sewers through. His brain refused this, not having any use for such extraneous facts. Only survival mattered. He felt his power began to wane, all the shadows he had gathered collapsing and returning to their normal form. Every last once of energy within him was now reserved for keeping his heart pumping, his brain functioning.

    
Reverting to base form
PL: 16,000
KP: 5/6
MP: 4/6
Damage:80/250

Thread Over: 3358 + 158 = 3916

    A strong hook smashed into Haupien's gut, a shudder rocking his body. His mind began to calm down, the pain starting to numb away. Despite the beating he was going through, there had been limited permanent damage to his body. His nose had been broken, and bruises and caked blood would color his body, but that was the main extent of it. The continual questions streamed through his mind like small grains of sand in a river. He tried to grab onto them, to examine them further, but they escaped his grasp. He had no answer, but he atleast held onto the names for himself. He would have to find out what Cheri and Amara meant to him. After another surge of power, one that Haupien could feel- was this what it was like, all the time for those who had mastered ki sensing- the squeeze on his skull resumed.

    The pain skyrocketed, and then subsided. The massive stature and improved muscle tone of Raiya had vanished, and he now looked as beaten as he felt he did. He almost collapsed in front of him, barely able to hold himself up. Above them figures were rapelling down the gap in the alley above them, blasters aimed and ready. If Haupien was going to escape, he had little time. The sword he still gripped, so hard that it hurt and the handle seemed to cut into his palm, he raised. He stabbed it behind him into the wall, and pushed up on it, a harsh grating sound as he cut through the already weakened wall. He sent pulses of his energy, his lifeforce, through the blade, and shockwaves reverberated through the sewer. Large cracks were spreading throughout the sewer, individual segments crashing down and exploding into choking dust.


PL: 16,000
Using Shadow Jab (3 KP, 50%) for 8,000 aimed at the wall to attempt to collapse the sewer around them
KP: 2/6
MP: 6/6
Damage: 80/250

Thread Overage: 3916 + 97 = 4115