Systar
A twitchy slim fellow with crazy eyes and a nasty-looking weapon.
Strength: 5
Dex: 3
Speed: 6
Reflex: 3
Endurance: 2
Senses: 3
Skills:
Cleavers: 2
Acrobatics: 1
Weapon:
Panabas
Ki: 40
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And for myself....
IVAN
A massive blond haired russian man.
Strength:6
Dex: 5
Speed: 2
Reflex: 2
Endurance: 5
Senses: 2
Skills:
Unarmed
Resistance
Ki usage
Weapon
Iron Fists
Ki: 43
D'oh
"What might that be?"
Anticipate him coming down at me, then counter by jumping to meet him midway with a chop. 3 ki for the jump.
Can we do counter-moves like this? Perhaps if you can correctly guess what they're about to do, you can counter it (but if you're wrong you waste your turn at best and get screwed at worst)
I bet it's the elbow drop. This sounds like a great time for an elbow drop.
Reflex
Ivan:1
Systar:1
Saw that coming.
Lets see here.
5 force, 2 skill
6 speed 3 ki, +1 acro
Your roll results:
Your rolls are 1 2 5 2 4 5 1 3 5
You had 7 successes+1
Well that jump is successful. Now lets see about the hits.
Systar:
Your roll results:
Your rolls are 4 5 4 1 1
You had 3 successes
Ivan
Skill:3 force 8
Str 6+5 ki +1 ki usage +1 unarmed
Your roll results:
Your rolls are 3 6 4 2 3 1 4 1 6 3 5
You had 8 successes+2
Ivan end:
Your roll results:
Your rolls are 6 6 3 5 1
You had 3 successes
Systar end:
Your roll results:
Your rolls are 3 2
You had 0 successes Jeez
So 0 ki damage to Ivan and
10 ki damage to systar plus 5 points over the ki protection threshold. Jesus.
"Is it an elbow drop?" Systar asks, rolling onto his back and looking up at Ivan.
"Congratulations! You win the prize!" Ivan says with a smile. "The prize is an elbow drop."
Ivan just sort of falls into the hole, angling his body so that his entire mass is behind his outstretched elbow. Systar leaps to his feet and then into the air, jumping hard enough to leave a small crater. He swings hard at ivan, but the blow barely glaces off the russian's chest before the elbow drop connects. It catches Systar in the sternum and together the two slam down through a dozen stories, until coming to a rest, half embedded in a faux marble floor in a spacious waiting room with a great view of the city through wide, bay windows. Ivan stands up and brushes himself off, even as debris continues to fall from the hole in the ceiling.
Systar is laying flat on his back, his left elbow twisted at an unnatural angle, and coughing up blood. Somewhere up above, on one of the floors the pair passed through, something creaks and the sound of glass breaking and concrete cracking echos through the deserted office spaces.