Hearn Blood (Gaivahros)

BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729
GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)

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The attack landed, square in the face of the larger Heran. A funnel of ki enveloped their face as the orb within Gaivahros' palm exploded. A slight grin formed on his lips, knowing that whatever damage this guy was going to take would be substantial. At least, that's what he hoped.

But to the half-Heran's shock, Gekido was hardly phased by it. Thee took the attack head on—quite literally—and yet shrugged it off as though only a mere pebble had been cast at them. Gaivahros' hand went limp, stunned and deterred by this large fighter's durability. He hadn't thought that it would only cause a tiny amount of bloodshed. He had expected more.

A large blue hand grasped around his face as though it were picking up a grape fruit. The half-Heran groan and winced in pain as the grasp tightened around his skull, feeling a thumb and finger gouge at his temples. It sent a jolt of stabbing pain through his head and down his neck, and he could only so as much as wrap his own hands around that thick wrist, but he hadn't the strength to pull himself away from the iron vice-like grip.

He had barely paid any attention to Gekido's words, instead his mind focused on the agony around his head, around his whole body, and how to free himself from it. But before he could even think of anything, he felt something plough into his abdomen. It was like a meteor, hot and burning in his stomach before he was suddenly sent careening into the nearby mountainside. His body impacted into the rocky surface, and a searing, numbing pain ran through his spine as he was blasted deeper into the terrain. Rock and dust and stone crumbled and fell around him and onto him, leaving him buried in a heap inside his earthen coffin.

The black from his sight lingered for some time, until finally light began to fill his eyes. Dark vision became blurred, and he could barely tell shape from shape or any form of colour. The only thing he could see was a crimson red on his shirt, his arms, and his hands. The man couldn't even move, and even a shift of his eyes required substantial effort.

"Yup… totes an asshole…" the barely conscious Heran uttered under his breath, even if the movement of jaw and throat and chest sent pangs around his upper half, he still remained defiant to the end. His eyelids closed, and he was left in darkness once more before his consciousness was lost.

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KP: 2/3

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TAGS: Gekido

OOC NOTES: Aaaaand Gai's KO'd. Bleh. x.x

Also, thread exit. Good game.