Ryson probably should have known that his attack wouldn't work well. His opponent was at least twice his Power Level. The counter-attack went off without a hitch and Ryson was sent into the ground and hit while he was down. A good move that he hoped to overcome, just not now because he was trying to get the air back in his lungs. While Ryson tried to steady himself Soilderp fired an attack, more powerful than Ryson's, at Mr. Steel. This was a good opportunity to move back and catch his breath. As the attack neared Steel Ryson flew back about 5 meters and entered another defensive stance.
Should wait here and find the next opportunity to strike.
Ryson thought to himself.
OOC: Sorry for the wait. I overestimated how much time I had this week. I'll try to make the next one longer too.
With Ryson getting out of the way of the attack aimed for him... Speenatch was left to take the hit. So he did. But once again, he didn't necessarily have to take the damage from it.
He held out his left arm, while pumping it full of energy. Energy that further reinforced the skin and muscle beyond what his aura provided. He focused most of it in his palm, but he made sure that the whole arm was able to resist this oncoming attack. And then? Then he just held out his hand, and let the attack hit...
[Technique Used: "Man of Steel", can block techniques within 100% of his PL (15,600). "Pure Deluge" is blocked.] [KP Used: 1. KP = 0/3]
The oncoming blast of white light parted around his outstretched palm. It scattered and spread all around his body, before presumably fading out as it got far enough away from the source. And also was split into enough pieces. When the blast ended, there was just Steel, looking completely untouched. While all around him, the ground was blackened and charred.
He crossed his arms, smirking...
'DANG, if I don't prolly look cool right now.'
"Pretty smart strategy there, bud. But next time, wait a couple more moments. Really let that attack charge while yer opponents tucker 'emselves out."
With those sage words of wisdom... Speenatch charged the half-demon boy. Both of his fists were clenched, both were raised, and they both flew to deliver a blow as he approached. One was aimed for Soilderp's face in a vicious right hook. The other, meanwhile, went for Soilderp's gut. Both were harsh, though not quite as bad as they would have been had he been pumping ki into the limbs...
He had just absorbed that attack completely. 100%. Completely. That was kinda infuriating. But there was no real time to think. Very quickly, two punches raced into his body throwing him far back into the field of grass. As he stood up, his breathing began to race. Slowly he caught himself, not allowing his rage to get the best of him. Now was not the time to go berserk. Suddenly, he raced toward the assailant, attempting to deliver a flurry of punches to his stomach. PL: 8068