Thread 36 - Growing Pains

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 19 May 2016 8:10:57 PM No.41346505

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>>41346464

>At first, the guy only seemed to be talking nonsense. Who sat there and made a speech before fighting? Even according to Ragnar it was stupid not to just punch a guy, so this guy must've been an idiot or something. Or so he thought. The attack came in so fast that he wasn't even concentrating properly.

>It was the first time he'd ever felt what it was like to be hit by a blade, even if it was only the blunt side. Explosions were different, they were a force that pounded against the body; this was a sharp, sudden pain of flesh being torn, rended apart, yet none of that quite happened - leaving more of a bruise and a strange friction burn. Thankfully his surprise only lasted a few seconds before it was replaced by a blinding anger, and Lothar would find his very actions repelled by a seemingly invisible force - but not before he got the first hit in across Mort's arm.

>Staggering back off the rock, he only managed to land properly thanks to his innate magical ability and the fury he was now feeling. First the shitty redhead, and now this blue bastard? No, he was lucky... there was no way this would stand!

I'll break you into pieces!

>Clearly the boy didn't have his head on straight, but he'd been odd from the beginning.

>Attempting to concentrate his magical power, the techniques he had thought up were thrown out of the window, with Mortdecai reverting back to his usual method of applying raw power to problems. Altering the direction gravity directly beneath Lothar, the mage attempted to throw the Templar up into the air before causing him to crash into the ground below. It was a spell that took some effort, but was one that felt more instinctual to cast.

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 19 May 2016 8:54:59 PM No.41346529

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>>41346517

>It was all happening to fast. The entire battle had occurred in around 6 seconds at most thus far, and in that time the man in front of him had darted forward to beat him with a blade, dodged outside of the threat range of his spell before he could fire it off only to follow up with two strikes!

>His directional repulsor field had sent one of the attacks off course - Lothar would've felt his blade be forced in a different direction by an unknown source, and whilst the other sword had also been affected by the same power it had still stayed on course, colliding with Mort's shoulder and causing the mage to once again stagger backwards, knocking him off-balance.

>That made two hits to zero, but Mortdecai wasn't even thinking about that. This made two. Of all the people he'd managed to effortlessly destroy, now there
were two who were breaking him apart. One would've been an exception to the rule, but a second? This correlating data was worrying, not to even mention the fact that it all seemed to effortless.

>It was time to end it. No-one this threatening could be allowed to exist. The assaults had left him feeling drained, but he summoned up what remained of his strength. Air pressure, gravity, as well as the general forces of momentum that were affecting Lothar's body - he would direct it all inward to crush his bones from the outside!

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 21 May 2016 5:34:18 PM No.41348323

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>>41346544

>The pressure was there, sinking in on his opponent - Mort didn't even care that he seemed to drop his posture, thinking that he'd simply given up against the raw power he was presenting. But when it suddenly vanished, the forces dissipating into their natural states and releasing themselves of his control, the boy become flabbergasted.

What...!? No... no, something went wrong!

>It couldn't be anything that the man had done, no, this was his own failure, it had to be! The strikes performed against him had dulled his senses or something, thrown him off course, or perhaps the drain his deflection field had on his abilities had caused them to drop suddenly.

Fly, you asshole!

>Instead of sending all the forces crushing inwards, Mortdecai opted for a much simpler tactic. If Lothar was going to leave himself open like this, it would be easy to take advantage of it.

>Using the forces of gravity acting upon him, his arms, legs and his body, instead of the general force around him, the mage attempted alter them directly, pointing them in such a way that the Templar would fly backwards into a nearby building as though he'd been tossed up by the world itself.

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 21 May 2016 6:12:39 PM No.41348365

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>Four hits, it wasn't even brought up to the staged limit. As he tried to bring up the barrier, he could feel it fade from him - there wasn't enough strength left to let it fully form. Had the strikes drained him this much? It was too fast, too many successive shots against his psyche.

>Ragnar's shouting reminded him of his other option, physically moving out of the way, but as he tried to dive to the side both blades caught him in the back, and though they didn't cut into him it was enough force to send him to the ground.

>There wasn't even enough time to think before his face hit the dirt, his vision blacking out. Mortdecai lay in a heap on the grass, his chest rising and falling slowly, but otherwise unmoving.

Dr Valus and Ragnar!Ren/VL7f/Q 21 May 2016 6:48:40 PM No.41348394

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>>41348365
>>41348377

MORT!

<Ragnar practically bolts over to his unconscious friend, a look of shock and worry covering his face as he looks down at his form.

<It was one thing to harass him when he hadn't seen what happened, like with explosion girl. But this...this had barely been a fight. This had just been a beatdown, plain and simple.

<Ragnar looks over at Lothar with a mixture of awe and fear at just how quick and effective the whole thing had been.

Don't worry, Mr Whitsun. He will be looked after.

>The loping strides of Dr Valus brought him over to his unconscious charge. Valus couldn't hide a smidgen of disappointment. He had intended the hit limit to prevent someone from becoming unconscious, but clearly Mortdecai was more fragile than he thought...There would be more investigations into this weakness, that was for sure.

>Dr Valus delicately picks up the young man and holds him carefully as he scrutinises Lothar. The man certainly could make an impression, at least he wouldn't have to worry about being slowed down.

We'll go back and wait for Mortdecai to wake up, take our things and then we'll set on our way.

>Very measured, very calm. That was Dr Valus all over. He starts walking back to the insides of the town, brow furrowed in thought.

<Ragnar, meanwhile, shot another glance at Lothar before falling into pace behind the good doctor. That was the power of the Red Templars, huh?