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It was cold, but not cold enough for a stout-hearted man like the knight treading up the mountain! He wore warm undergarments beneath his armor for this trip, despite that his body was warmed by his determination.
Now! The bounty in question. The knight took out a paper describing the bounty.
The target was a Faceless that was tormenting the Ice Tribe. Granted, the knight was aware of what Faceless looked like: ugly, muscly humanoid abominations that wore metal masks. Summoned by dark magic, they were sent to fight indiscriminately for the war of land in Hoshido. This particular Faceless must be extremely tough to ride out the cold, snowy weather here.
Still, he was in the mountain, so this was tempting not to try.
The knight turned toward the next mountain and let out a loud, manly yodel.
"YOOODELAAAAAY-HEEE-HOOOOOOOO!!"
Thus, he cupped his metal gauntlets against his helmet to see if he could hear a response from himself... not that his helmet wasn't already covering his ears.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 8, 2017 7:46:06 GMT
Hell froze over and a sight that a person could see once in a lifetime trudged up the mountainside. Captain Oliander Magnusson, the broad shouldered man who could withstand a tsunami in the face, wore his coat and proper shirt. A terrible omen for the task to come. The cold weather proved too fierce for him to remain bare chested, and one of these Faceless decided to trample about the area into an innocent tribe. However, there was that detail or two about a release being made on purpose, but all the old man needed was mention of innocent civilians in danger, and he was on his way.
A yodel embraced the air's guidance, causing the sailor to stop in his tracks, "Now who dares disturb a peaceful-" His sight forced his mouth to refrain from making anymore words. Just a short distance away he discovered a man donning armor, Nohrian made if he had to guess, cupping hands around the helmet area. Oliander figured his presence was not made yet, a finger reaching up and scratching his chin. Eyes widened a brief moment as a mischief bound grin rose between his cheeks. Oh, yes, this would be the perfect opportunity for a little fun. His boots took careful steps through the snow, nothing more than a light crunch.
Once he got closer enough, the man would try and sneak his head to this other man's ear from behind. This might just be another bad idea about to go south, but even that was not about to stop the captain from entertaining himself. He took a deep breath and shouted, "DO YOU HEAR ANYTHING CAUSE I CAN ONLY HEAR THE SOUND OF MY EXTRAVAGANT, BOLD VOICE! GAHAHAHA!"
"HMMM?!" Deacon's eyes bulged at the sound of the unexpected reply from behind and spun himself around to face another man.
... Why! If it isn't his muscle-mate from the other day! What was he doing here?
"Good man!" the knight yelled over the wind, "I am pleased to see you alive and well! Are you perchance..."
Suddenly, there was a scream, causing the knight to turn in that direction.
"HMMM!!!" Deacon grunted, "There is no time for catching up, I'm afraid! We must see to the village!!!" With that, Deacon broke into a run toward the dim lights, and accidentally collided with the Faceless, inadvertently pushing it away from a child nearby.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 8, 2017 8:33:08 GMT
Erupting in laughter the man placed his hand on his stomach, feeling his chest bounce with each burst of air. His trick worked and with little consequence. The sailor's eyes focused on his shocked victim, blinking as he realized how familiar this one was, "Not even this cold can stop me from being alive and well!" As unfortunate as the timing was, a scream was heard from the village nearby, also garnering the old man's attention. He was here for a reason, and his insistence on trickery did nothing more than to delay him.
Without a word he rushed off alongside his newfound comrade. All he knew of this man was the name of Deacon and his impressive musculature underneath all of that unnecessary armor. But that sense of justice proved to be fuel in creating a bond stronger than steel. Lights from the Ice Tribe's domain came into better focus the closer they got. Nobody was going to fall to some monstrosity under Oliander's watch! He crouched down, increasing the speed of his sprint. Adrenaline rushed through his body, and as he left Deacon to slam into the foul beast, the sailor grabbed the child and placed him away from the incoming brawl.
Go lad! Inside your home while we take care of this one!"
Oliander rushed to Deacon's side observing the Faceless. Just as the stories told, a being of muscle and a hidden face. Disgusting display of brawn in his opinion. The veteran sailor needed to show this one how mighty he was. Removing his axe, keeping the weapon in its sheath, he tossed it behind him, moving on to undoing his coat's buttons. He kept it in one hand, and wanting to speed things up he tore off his shirt which landed in strips within the pristine snow. As a finale, he returned the coat's chain around his neck so it could rest on his shoulders.
At last his shirtless body revealed itself, a flex displaying his own body, "Foul land loving horror! You will feel my fists pound into your ignorance!"
Deacon turned to his new companion in awe. He... planned to take on the creature simply with his fists? This old sailor? Wasn't that... wait!
The knight looked back at his lance, then back to the Faceless and the seaman. A realization came to him! Why should he rob himself of this opportunity to show his true strength to a fellow muscled comrade!?
"Ha..." Deacon threw his head back as he let out a loud guffaw, "Gyahahahaha! How foolish I am! I have much to learn it seems!" Suddenly, the knight threw his armor off of himself, as well as his chainmail and long-sleeved shirt. Now, he was just as bared as his burly ally, showing his illustrious muscles to the onlooking Ice Tribesmen and the Faceless.
Rest assured, this was no show! Deacon tautened his stocky muscles, and strengthened his arms to prepare himself for their struggle!
{Combat Initiated} Phase 1, First Strikes
With a valiant roar, Deacon proceeded forth!
{COMBAT TUTORIAL}
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{90 HIT + 5 SKL = 95 HIT - 6 (ENEMY) SPD = 89 HIT} (Needs 89 for a successful hit)
Deacon launched a hard straight punch into the Faceless' chest, causing it to stagger backward. However, the Faceless, irritated by the hostile gesture, wildly threw an arm back at Deacon!
1-100 (Needs 92)
{First Strike} {5 DMG - 10 DEF (Deacon, +2 from equipped skill) = -5 DMG / 2 = -2 DMG (Round down to decimal)}
Deacon's HP: 19/19 (No Damage sustained)
Anticipating the movement, Deacon threw up his large arms to block the attack. His defense successful, the knight backed away and turned his head to his partner. "Show us what you can do!" Oliander Magnusson1-100·1-100
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 8, 2017 23:32:54 GMT
Fists raised and eyes narrowed on his target, the old sailor was ready to put down this creature in the art of fisticuffs. No longer was this just about protecting the innocent. He needed their trust in knowing his capabilities without a standard weapon. If such a thing was accomplished, then his wielding a proper axe would be all the more energizing. Before Oliander could dash in for his first strike, Deacon had displayed a newfound instinct, one inspired by the old man's own display. He did not even know armor could fly off that easy. The captain's determined face grew into a much more inspired grin, "This... this display! You have truly earned my respect knowing our personal brawn will deliver a swifter and more ingrained justice in this treacherous monster!"
Deacon already burst forth and delivered a staggering blow to the enemy. Yet, this would not be enough. Following behind the muscled knight, Oliander dashed around to form a pincer attack on the Faceless. His turn came, shining as bright as the knight's own justice, "Cease now and regret your harming a child!" Oliander ducked down, and unleashed a right hook on the Faceless.
Unarmed attack by Oliander on the Faceless!
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{90 HIT + 6 SKL (Oliander) = 96 - 6 SPD (ENEMY) = 90} (Needs 90 for a successful hit!)
As the Faceless reared back from Deacon's blow, its head turned just in time to meet Oliander's fist of justice. In part thanks to the helmet, the punch did not deal that much damage, but it was enough to send the Faceless's head in the other direction. "Continue the good fight! We shall not fall to scum like this," the captain boomed towards his ally.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 9, 2017 0:02:25 GMT
Even with the threats of being put down the creature still went after Oliander, landing a direct blow to the shoulder. Muscles stiffened, lowering how bad the impact could have been. Either that or the thing was much weaker than it appeared. All the captain did was smack his bashed shoulder, "HA! You think that was a mighty blow? Not even a bruise to gaze upon in memory of this combat! You even disrespect this brawl!" Right after Deacon the old man also went in for another punch to this creature's poor soul.
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{Needs 90}
The blow happened to be an uppercut, hitting the Faceless square in the jaw. A much better strike than last. Faceless' HP: 8/18
The Faceless stumbled backward at the old man's blow. Disoriented, the abomination targeted the person who happened to be approaching: Deacon.
v6NAv6aj1-100 {Needs 89} {5 STR - 10 DEF= No DMG}
Once again, Deacon blocked the attack, but he was not finished!
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Grabbing the Faceless by its throat, Deacon hoisted it up in the air, and once again struck it square in the chest! The creature stands in its place with a dazed appearance!
Faceless' HP: 4/18
"Now!" Deacon bellowed, he turned to his ally, "Let us finish him together!"
{Deacon is calling for an attack of Offensive Support! +10 HIT on agreement!} Oliander Magnusson 1-100·1-100
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 9, 2017 0:27:24 GMT
"Very well! Let us deliver the final blow and enact our justice on this criminal," the old man declared, rushing at the Faceless. He goes in to try and grab the Faceless, in an attempt to lead Deacon on.
{Offensive Support Agreed, adding +10 to HIT}
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{Need 100}
Both men would bring the Faceless in front of them, ducking to rush in and grab the foul beast on both sides. In a spurt of sheer might and muscle, they leap up, crashing the monster down in a suplex with a boast of baritone shouts.
In that moment, the spine of the Faceless shattered upon a rock beneath it, and the creature breathed its last.
Deacon arose with his arms raised over his head, and his biceps grunted as he flexed. A fire had lit in his burly chest!
"HMMM, YEEEEESSS!" the knight shouted with manly gusto, "MY FRIEND! THE WORLD SHALL KNOW THAT TRUE STRENGTH LIES IN THE STOUT HEARTS OF VALOR!" He struck various poses showing his perfect form, all the while the Ice Tribe let out hoots and shouts of joy. The threat eliminated, they can now return to their regular lives.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 9, 2017 6:46:47 GMT
He felt the impact of the Faceless crashing into the ground, a muscled arm limping over unto a much deserved death. Oliander stood up after tossing the creature's body off his person. He still felt the impact on fists, toughened up by the justice filled blows he delivered. Yet, despite the result of Deacon and his work, it just was not enough. The energy, the pent up adrenaline, it just continued to flow. All the sailor needed was a way to shave off this excess intensity while still displaying his brawn filled presence. However, his thoughts set themselves on a single idea in his mind. A large hand reached up to the chain holding up his coat's collar, and unlatched it from his sturdy neck.
The coat went flying as his body bent lower into a tense pose. Biceps and chest tightened as he flexed for the crowd alongside Deacon. "BAAAHAHAHA! OUR BODIES ARE TEMPERED HARDER THAN STEEL AS IS OUR PROTECTION OF JUSTICE SO THE INNOCENT MAY LIVE ANOTHER DAY," Oliander boasted. He formed his body into different poses, flexing each muscle of his well earned musculature. Egos swelled within him as he posed alongside his muscled knight in arms. Even on his own ship did the old sailor not have a chance to show off his might and brawn. Regardless if he did, none of his crew held their own existences to the physical arts as their captain. If there was more to be done than so be it.
Oliander's arm flexed into an impressive bicep, veins bulging from the sheer force of his flex. The old man held up the forearm closer to Deacon, "My good friend in arms, please vow to once more display our prowess in the future! We should not hide these muscles of ours all the time."
With an expression most serious, the knight pressed upon the sailor's forearm with his own tightened arm, "Indeed, my most respectable comrade! I vow, and shall continue to hone myself for the next time we are called together for acts of righteousness!!"
Little children standing among the crowd began mimicking the two men after their impressive show of bulging and expanding muscles.
Surely this event in itself has inspired the hearts of many onlookers this day! Ice sculptures would be erected in their memory, and young men would start working themselves to become just as manly as the two who displayed their bared dauntless muscles in the cold of the mountain!
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