It's time to fight.

Come on. Someone fight me.

Here's my character: roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/gravitas/

If you have a HoR account then I'd like to have the fight recorded through it.

I'll give this a go. If it's okay, I'll use Prygus, my most originally named character.
So, where shall we fight? I'm open to any venue. I also have a HoR account, so we can record this.

Alright, I'll take him on. Despite the fact I have some characters that'd wipe the floor with him, I'm willing to let Gravitas handle it :P

The Arena will be a white-rock desert, a barren, dry and dusty flatland for miles surrounded by walls of gigantic, brooding mountains pinching the chalky earth to the cloudless, 2-sun sky.

Do you want to post first?

Nah, you can post first. Good luck and such.

A good many miles of white rock and dead breezes made up the landscape. Mountains and jagged dragon-tooth hills framed the flatland. In one such mountain, Gravitas slept. His white skin creating a natural camouflage making his still body look like a piece of the rocky architecture.

The wind blew and he awoke. His trillion tiny eyes burst open, muscles twitched and ears plucked themselves out of the stone. Using his tail to hang onto the stone, Gravitas stretched his limbs with an implied yawn. Now the he was awake, he was hungry. Gravitas surveyed the area with his eyes, each one moving independently from the other, scanning the land rapidly to find the tiniest sign of life. There was only one living creature in sight: a bird, it's feathers light blue enough to match the sky making it look like a small silhouette breezing across the air. It was good enough for Gravitas.

To catch the bird, he focused and altered his body. Gravity seemed to ignore him. How light or heavy Gravitas could be was entirely his jurisdiction, physics had no part in it.

Gravitas looked to the soaring bird and jumped, altering himself to be lighter, making the jump fire him upwards into the sky, reaching just above the bird. Now that he was above, it was an easy catch. Again, his weight changed, becoming heavier until he fell with such speed that the bird had no time to react. Gravitas grabbed it and fell to the flatland. He landed with a quiet tap on the earth, having become lighter to stop the fall from making noise. The bird wriggled and writhed in his hands until Gravitas held it up to his blank face. The skin tore, splitting to reveal a hidden mouth devoid of teeth, dripping with saliva bathing an excited tongue. He stuffed the bird in his mouth and began closing his mouth, the skin repairing to hide it once again. The bird had tried to put up a fuss, but the acidity of his saliva had eaten through the animal's skull so quickly it couldn't make a single bid to escape.

A long journey continued.

Ancient boots struck the ground in a rhythmic fashion, sending up small puffs of the dry soil. Constituted of a leather so old it seemed to be one with the dirt, the footwear fell with light, measured precision; they were much lighter than expected. Filling the boots was one Prygus, whose full name was unknown by many, and vaguely remembered by few. Trekking across the arid rocky wasteland, the man stopped and pulled a quick swig from an equally aged waterskin. Adorned in simple brown clothing, of a humble texture, the traveler did not make an imposing image.

Hazel eyes squinted into the distance as the young man took in a spectacle.

Some form of humanoid creature appeared to have leaped into the air, utilizing some mighty strength or magic, as of yet unknown to the traveler. It's movement through the air seemed to be in defiance of all natural laws, as the.. thing lurched sickeningly down from its strange leap.

And some strange thing the creature was. From his position around 50 meters away, Prygus could make out a pair of spindly, antenna-like appendages erupting from the beast. Furthermore, from what he could see, it appeared that the abomination had some form of tail. As he watched, the strange creature seemed to place something up to its head, though what Prygus could not make out, as he had but a side profile on the creature.

Deeming the thing as some eldritch abomination, Prygus stepped forward once again, moving to close the distance separating the two, keeping his eyes on it at all times; the abomination's coloration made it difficult to distinguish against the ground, even at this distance. Had it not jumped, the weapon-master may never have noticed the beast, and walked right into a potential ambush. Now, he raised his guard, and carefully prepared mentally for a combat situation, beginning a cautious
approach to the thing.

Whether the creature had some form of intelligence or not, it seemed to be some form of unholy, unnatural thing, and thus needed to die.

While devouring the bird Gravitas' ears had felt the air shifting just 50 meters away. It was like watching it in the highest definition, feeling every single speck of dust raised and pushed by the stranger's feet, the clumps of his feet, the grind of shoe against earth. The vibrations of movement warned of a possible predator, maybe a hungry lion - it'd have to be hungry at that weight, it didn't move like a healthy stalker either. Rather than alert whatever it was to his knowledge of its presence, Gravitas made half of his eyes turn and peep to the side to get a glimpse of the predator so needn't turn his head much.

What he saw on the edge of his vision was no lion, it wasn't a stalker or anything he'd ever seen before. It was something new. New creatures always meant new challenges for a species and for one as solitary as Gravtias', challenges could mean a drop in numbers. It seemed best to take the situation with some caution.

Gravitas kept his tail to the ground to sense movement while he turned away from the creature. As he turned, Gravitas altered his weight, making himself heavier to make his footsteps crack the earth giving the impression his strength was such that a simple step would break the tough rock beneath his feet. Most predators on his homeland relied on vibrations on the ground, just as he did, and this display of strength would be enough to scare away a weaker species - giving away a sign of weakness meant Gravitas would have the upperhand, and another meal would be on the menu.

A faint shimmering seemed to ring the traveler's eyes as he continued to stride forward, studying his prey. His right hand drew back, a small, steel disk materializing within its grasp. An explosive shuriken, the most potent of Prygus's arsenal, prepped to detonate on a simple signal into a fiery cloud of shrapnel and death.

The plan was simple. The warrior would stride forward, let the shuriken go, and end the battle with one swift motion. His opponent would never know that anything had happ-

The beast's heavy footfalls broke the weapon-master's concentration, as he froze in place, his left leg slightly above the ground. No normal creature of that size could make such a stomp; the abomination must be some form of illogical being. All at once, an irrational fear of the beast swelled within the man, at seeing such a display of primal strength; yet he reminded himself it was only a stride in the beast's movement. Despite calming himself, the warrior's foot fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Cover broken, Prygus responded in the only way he could; the plain looking throwing star was let go with deadly force and accuracy at the creature's spine. One foot pivoted along the dusty earth as the traveler put his full strength into the throw. Having given himself away, and having seen the beast's impressive heft, three more shapes materialized. In the grasp of the left formed a sizable metal disk; one portal shuriken. In the right; two small knives; the most enigmatic of Prygus's arsenal, the snap kunai.

The beast had what appeared to be either brute strength or weight, and that would only be match-able with a virtually immovable object. The portal shuriken was simply to provide for more options in the future; it allowed for all manner of attack angles.

With his new tools formed, Prygus simply watched his attack unfold, and assumed an open stance.

It was time to see just what this mystery predator had. Gravitas felt the twisting of dirt, the scrape and break of stone, the cough of sand and the wind that carried it. A wind that fluctuated in its shape, changing around the predator's movement.

Gravitas turned, every eye of his focusing on the enemy. A weapon or some kind had been thrown at him. There was no way he could attack, there was only chance to react. Gravitas kicked off the ground, rolling to the right in a small leap. His body turned in the air, and after one rotation, his chest had nearly hit the floor. He quickly changed his gravity, becoming so light that he kept moving away, gliding just above the ground, arms stretched out, half his eyes looking at the enemy, the other half to the path he was traveling.

Quickly having traveled a good 15ft, Gravitas slapped his right foot to the ground and adjusted his weight causing him to stop and roll on the ground with the momentum. He stopped and then stood. It wasn't in his nature to jump into an attack if he didn't know if he could make the kill or not. This was a time to become more defensive, and as such, Gravitas lay down like a stalking predator waiting to strike from the shadows. His pose made it so that his ears could touch the ground. Combined with his tail flat against the earth, he'd be far more accurate at feeling movement. Especially now he was expecting it.

The first moves were made.

Prygus watched with close attention as his opponent made a quick, almost effortless roll to the side, easily escaping the path of the incoming projectile. The creature had seemed to turn as the shuriken left his hand, indicating that it possessed some form of sensory; whether it be by hearing, vibrations, psychic abilities, or even some deranged form of sight, the creature had known when the attack had begun from behind. Further information about the beast was gleaned from its continued escape, as it seemed to defy gravity and glide but a few inches off the ground. The creature, he thus reasoned, must have the ability of flight, or the ability to manipulate forces such as gravity.

A new plan of attack was formulated.

Prygus's right hand fell slowly, finger extended, almost as if pointing at the still flying shuriken. It was. With a subtle manipulation of the ethereal wires tethering the disk to the weapon-master's grip, the projectile fell slightly faster, before striking the ground still upright, one blade guided into a small crack in the ground.

The completed, the warrior turned his focus to the evading foe. As the creature finally touched the earth, a great rotation would come from Prygus, as he whipped his left hand across his form, leashing the portal shuriken upon his opponent with violent spin. The bladed weapon cut through the air with a faint curve, turning so as to be vertical with the beast as it arrived. Its path would carry it into the creature's head and upper body, but the Prygus doubted it would strike. In fact, he counted on it.

The man's eyes flickered as yet another price of steel weaponry appeared in his grasp, completing a matched pair...

He had thrown another weapon. It spun at a vertical angle, destined for Gravtias' head. Any predator would have made a different attack by now. That was how they thought. Gravitas had already demonstrated strength, that didn't phase the stranger. He had demonstrated agility, and that didn't phase the stranger either. Given how Gravitas had reacted to the attack, it just didn't make sense that almost the exact same type of attack would be used again. It didn't add up.

Unless it wasn't an attack.

Gravitas had little time to mull over every possibility. If it didn't feel right, it probably wasn't. He had to take the chance that this was different. The predator knew how he could dodge and wanted to exploit that. So Gravitas took advantage of this. He decreased his gravity so much that even the slightest twitch of his foot could topple him into the air. He straightened up, and had just enough time to reach out and slap his palms towards each other.

Rather than try to dodge the weapon, Gravitas grabbed onto the sides with his palms, using the force of pushing them together to hold it back. His weightlessness caused the weapon's movement to take complete charge -- taking Gravitas through the air with it.

Prygus watched carefully as his latest attack veered towards his opponent, mouth tightly locked and eyes keen. Gradually his expression changed from one of concentration to disbelief as he watched his opponent's maneuver, mouth opening slightly, lips moving silently so as to ask "What the Hell?"

It was no matter. The movement of his opponent had simply placed him in a closer attack range.

The original plan was simple: his opponent would dodge, and then he would attempt to stab him though the portal shuriken as it passed by. Now, the plan was simpler, as the vile creature was a constant distance from the slowly rotating blade: stab the thing, and be done with it.

Thus, the plan was executed. Prygus's eyes seemed to glow eerily as an invisible link formed between the blade his opponent clutched and the new shuriken that had just seconds ago materialized in the warrior's hand. A faint smile played over the man's face as he quickly shoved his left arm through the foot-wide center hole of the shuriken in his grasp, immediately changing to a grimace at the sense of pseudo vertigo that overtook the arm. Emerging from the still moving slowly rotating shuriken, the arm darted forward, its movement making for the creature's chest.

The strangeness of changing gravity on Prygus's arm, which was now though the portal up to the shoulder, was too much for him; his right hand, stabbing forward with two snap kunais, skewed to the side in his disorientation, and instead would take a path that would at best graze the beast's side with just a single knife. With a quick motion like a snake, the arm snapped back through the portal, still clutching the one guaranteed miss knife.

A shimmer crossed Prygus's eyes as he closed the portals, hoping that his knife had not only hit his departing foe, but had also stabbed deep enough so as to stick; the shuriken was now far enough away that he could not see in enough detail. The shuriken would hit the ground soon, as it did not posses his opponent's apparent mass and gravity changing skills, and the fight would resume its normal pace.

Another weapon -- no, another limb -- came from the thrown shuriken Gravitas held onto.

It was going to hit him unless he let go. He was going to get a painful stab right into the shoulder - but he had a plan. It would hurt like hell, it would weaken his arm, it would bleed, but it would also be worth it.

Gravitas grabbed the arm as it stabbed a knife into his shoulder, cutting into the musculature like a predatory tooth. As Gravitas grabbed the arm, he increased his weight. He grabbed as tight as his hands would allow, a powerful clamp on the opponent's arm was made as Gravitas hit the white earth with a boom. Still, even as he slid across the rock, he ignored the jagged sand-paper rub of the floor and increased his weight even more, so much more that his body broke through the ground and pulled Gravitas and the enemies' arm down with him.

Gravitas was a cave-dweller, used to no air and deep-earth living. He wondered, though, would his opponent enjoy a dose of Crush Syndrome, the destructive affect of long-term pressure on a limb. In response to crushing pressure, the body will begin to break down the muscles. When this pressure is released, so are the chemicals that break down muscle. This becomes a deadly poison coursing through the body...

Gravitas could lose his shoulder and a lot of blood.

But his enemy could lose a hell'uva lot more.

Of course, all plans went awry.

Prygus suddenly found himself in an unexpected predicament; in attacking, he had so overextended himself that he had essentially given his opponent free reign over his left arm. This was not acceptable.

As the strange beast, and his arm, both broke through the crisp crust of the wasteland, understanding washed over the warrior as he saw the full extend of his opponent move. The downward movement through the earth would eventually crush his arm, not to mention that it would also carry it way beyond his reach. Thinking fast, Prygus made a double maneuver to save his arm, at least somewhat. Letting go of the portal shuriken with his right hand, he torqued his right arm around, lining it up with the center hole. With the shuriken now resting on his left shoulder, he thrust his right arm through, materializing two explosive shuriken in its grasp as it went.

With brute force, the weapon-master would shove the two explosives through the top soil, placing them in proximity to the creatures arms and upper body. This movement would complete as right hand met left, and Prygus formed a two hand grasp on the two snap kunai still in his possession.

A momentary flicker crossed the warrior's eyes as his arms reached a depth of five meters. Twin explosions would thump through the earth, as the explosive laden disks would detonate. The explosion would likely break at least one of Prygus's arms, likely both, but at least the shrapnel would be absorbed by the ground. More importantly, the explosion would almost guarantee that his opponent's grip on his arm was weakened, which brought up the second effect that had been activated.

The two snap kunai would freeze in place, relative to the earth. A seemingly infinite force would hold them there, and this provided Prygus with and anchor. Hopefully the explosion, combined with the sudden handheld, would allow him to wrench free of his opponent's grasp, and save his arms.