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Post by Tarro on Sept 22, 2023 6:34:46 GMT -5
Power Level: 20,000
Current Transformation: N/A
Items: Scouter, armor lining
Lines parted for obsidian orbs to lay claim on the land.
Tarro stood at the peak of a mountain that formed part of a range. Ahead, there was a barren wasteland that had seen much wear-and-tear over the generation conflict and the internal hostilities prior to their arrival; basins were carved out of the land by blasts packing tremendous power and the stories of clashes lost to time between people hailing from every corner of the land from centuries past up until now.
He burst into flight in gradual descent, closing into the surface of the expanse, uneven terrain. The warrior cleaved through the ground, the easy-flowing, pale flames covering him scorching the rock and sand in their way. He jabbed and kicked, then jabbed again and kneed at the solid formations of rock before him, before doing so all over. He carved a path for himself by eroding everything that came into his way and went through dirt and mud until his momentum died down.
From this stop, he let out a muffled cry to the surface of anguish, anger, and desperation, and exploded in rising flames that re-ignited his advance. He tore through the mantle of the Earth and resurged. He didn’t stop there, as, with a mad bellow, he sped through the air to top of the solid formations he had stood on top of earlier. He tore through it’s mid-section–the root of the problem, and steadily pierced through the mountain till he made it to the top.
From there, he let an onslaught of flavum-tinted blasts rain down on the plateau.
WC: 300
KP: 3/6
MP: 0/6
HP:0/260%
KP: 3/6
MP: 0/6
HP:0/260%
