Post by Erys "Monica" Azenor on Sept 7, 2024 23:33:20 GMT -5
The wild side of the Southern Tropics had been visited not too long ago by Erys. Indeed, her venture in the Kaiju Jungle had proven fructuous with the likes of fire-breathing theropods and even a particularly haughty doragon taken as quarry. Not that she minded fending off lumbering beasts or entitled brats for sports, but there was a little je ne sais quoi missing with that kind of fight.
Complexity? Stakes? Perhaps, but it's not like the alkaguíria needed a reason to use vynero telekinesis toward the civilized side of the archipelago. More precisely, Papaya Island, the purported birthplace of countless "martial arts" and their associated dojos. In truth, Erys disregarded the credence that the folks of this planet had toward their martial tradition; so far, earthlings proved soft, too insubstantial for beloved Kárnis to devour.
Today, she tried her luck in an elusive open air coliseum of some sorts. It was an ancient stadium built with mighty granite carved into pillars, tiles, and grandstands — all of them bearing the blemishes of old age with pride. "Ugly and strong..." Whispered the mocha-skinned redhead who alluded to the architecture as she made a landing on the vast stone arena with a soft thud. A few individuals were currently sparring in this lawless place where the likes of referees, registrations, and delimiting lines were all alien to the functioning of its boorish court.
Erys wanted no small fry, though, so she sat on the floor in a cross-legged, meditative position before placing the flat of Kárnis' serrated blade on her lap. Ignoring the fights going on nearby, she closed her eyes and began scanning the vicinity for árula signatures worthy of her time.
Complexity? Stakes? Perhaps, but it's not like the alkaguíria needed a reason to use vynero telekinesis toward the civilized side of the archipelago. More precisely, Papaya Island, the purported birthplace of countless "martial arts" and their associated dojos. In truth, Erys disregarded the credence that the folks of this planet had toward their martial tradition; so far, earthlings proved soft, too insubstantial for beloved Kárnis to devour.
Today, she tried her luck in an elusive open air coliseum of some sorts. It was an ancient stadium built with mighty granite carved into pillars, tiles, and grandstands — all of them bearing the blemishes of old age with pride. "Ugly and strong..." Whispered the mocha-skinned redhead who alluded to the architecture as she made a landing on the vast stone arena with a soft thud. A few individuals were currently sparring in this lawless place where the likes of referees, registrations, and delimiting lines were all alien to the functioning of its boorish court.
Erys wanted no small fry, though, so she sat on the floor in a cross-legged, meditative position before placing the flat of Kárnis' serrated blade on her lap. Ignoring the fights going on nearby, she closed her eyes and began scanning the vicinity for árula signatures worthy of her time.
PL: 50,000 (Erys is in her Base form.)
Notes: Invites u to non-mechanical fight.
UT used: Árula Sense & Vynero
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/310 - CDN: N/A
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Efficient Adaptation [2/2], Forerunners [BLEED|SHIELD|TAUNT], Provocation [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1]
Active Items [2/2]: Elite Arm Blaster [1/1], Sno Ruby [1/1]
Passive Items: Armor Lining [1/1], Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Post: #1
WC: 284
TWC: 284
Notes: Invites u to non-mechanical fight.
UT used: Árula Sense & Vynero
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/310 - CDN: N/A
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Efficient Adaptation [2/2], Forerunners [BLEED|SHIELD|TAUNT], Provocation [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1]
Active Items [2/2]: Elite Arm Blaster [1/1], Sno Ruby [1/1]
Passive Items: Armor Lining [1/1], Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Post: #1
WC: 284
TWC: 284