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Timothy realized he had unlocked a power that in his current state he lacked the ability to cope with. But he still had at least twelve tricks up his sleeve. Those twelve were explosive. Weakly, Timothy sat up, and opened a wormhole to another dimension, and reached in. From it, he pulled, one by one, twelve masssive explosives. Each was close to his own size, and they all hummed dangerously. He then waved his hand at the portal, and a six legged creature with a bladed tail crawled out. It then began dragging a bomb across the field. Eleven more followed.

Timothy unfroze himself and began to advance on Ares. However, the battle in Ares' mindscape seemed to have weakened him, and he immediately collapsed. He groaned, and pulled out a small pistol. "By hell and Heaven, die already!" he cried, and fired the small pistol at Ares. Then he fell down, his purple armoured robes spread over the ground.

Timothy tried to strike, but he felt himself dissolving. If he did not leave now, he knew his body would would be destroyed. And in the Arena, Timothys hawk suddenly shrieked and burst into flames. And Timothy narrowly avoided falling off the edge of the Arena. He then sighed. "So gravity saves my enemies from me." he muttered "I really need to find a way to hide my body while astroprojecting" He then froze himself in time.

Timothy decided to activate his trap. Pulling on the grapplinbg hook, he hook the bazooka with one side of it, and with his other hand, grabbed the nearly invisible string that had been attached to the kunai. Then he kicked the standing mirrow he had made and shot a bolt of light into it to temporarily blind Ares. Firing a bolt of ice energy from his hand, he used the kunai and grappling hook to fire the bazooka at Sres. The bazooka's shot was far more powerful than one would expect. Timothy then lost his concentration utterly and fell down. Something was happening to his body in the corpereal world.

Timothy concentrated for a moment, then threw a highly reflective ball at the lightray. The beam was disrupted, and cool, screaming lights scattered across the mindscape. Timothy then groaned as the light, although diluted, burned his soul. However, this didn't stop him from throwing a bazooka at Ares. He then slapped his head, realizing he threw a bazooka, rather than another napalm bomb. His concentration was faltering, it seemed.

((Ares and I are in Ares's mind, so that won't really work....)) Timothy grinned, glad that the ebam had been reflected, and the countered the dark energy with a shield of light. Timothy then threw a grappling hook at Ares, along with a napalm bomb. ((Gotta love napalm))

Timothy suddenly realized that he wasn't going to manage a complex solid form in these conditions. So, he went simpler. He became a ghostlike creature that was still solid to the touch. Timothy then created a large standing mirror, and hoped the beam would reflect. ((If not, then ow)) He also threw a kunai at Ross, as that was all he really had time for.

((Hey, we are fighting to the death.))

((I figure I'll wait for Ross to return, anyways, my hawk can pull me back to my own body if I'm attacked. The danger is that Ross will have more willpower than me to such a degree that he can just kill me. Or in other words, that he can argue with me about that until i give in.)) ((Ninja'd!)) Timothy's spirit form, which had not yet formed just abrely dodged the attack. He then began trying to form himself into soemthing more useful, but found that being so far from his corpereal form had weakened him. However, he did manage to throw some energy waves at Ross. ((I figure our attacks won't be as limited in a Mindscape, judging that its really a battle of wills.))

[hide] Both of these can apply. You are no god, as we can easily destroy and replace this thread. EDIT: And I really failed too many times with that quote. God mod laid out in the threads rules says you just can't control other users players. It doesn't mention the creation of new characters but as Archmage's rules say you all are equals and I believe you guys can work together and come out with a solution peacefully. :wink: [/hide] ((Peacefully, in this thread... right....)) ((And since Ross is inactive at the moment, I'm going to have my hawk start shouting obscenities at Rocco. Just because.)) Timothy's hawk suddenly began shouting (yes, shouting) obscenities at Ross. "You [scree]ing [chirp] you're [twitter] is nothing but a pile of droppings! Pigeons have more [caw]s than you!

Both of these can apply. You are no god, as we can easily destroy and replace this thread. EDIT: And I really failed too many times with that quote.

I look at the paper, and grin. Grabbing a knife, I carve into it, using massive letters "a larger sheet of paper"

((Man, you owned yourself there; you called yourself a god and said you can't godmod in the same line.)) ((Oh my.... Hoist by his own petard....

Practice full cogs in unrated games. It is actually pretty decent once you learn how to use the time spells correctly.

Suddenly, Timothy returned. His body erupted from the ground, along with the guardian hawk. The body then immediately slumped down, lifeless. After all, Timothy's spirit was still within Ross's mind. Timothy then began attempting to destroy the angel cages from within, using Ross. ((Can you say mind battle?))

Timothy's body suddenly turns to ice, and buries itslef under ground. His consciousness hdies itself in a cranny of Ares' mind. ((I've got to go for a while)) EDIT: Hex, that shield is not godmodding. It has definite weakness which you just could not find. If it is godmodding, then so is my nearly indestructable armor, and your regeneration, etc....

((Corporeal= it can be touched/can effect something of this world. For example, thoughts are not corpereal, but anything which can physically harm you is. Hence why I astroprojected to attack him.))

((Destroyed what? My bomb? Your gun? The dome? A wall?)) ((the dome)) ((He said its immune to all things corpereal. which reminds me...) Timothy placed a hand against the ground and summoned a hawk, it began to fly around him. He then sat down and clsoed his eyes. Entering into a psychic state, he astroprojected, and made his way through Ares' shield. He then began to invade Ares' mind with all of his willpower.

((Destroyed what? My bomb? Your gun? The dome? A wall?))

((Is this shield so tall I can't lob something over it? Because I imagined it as a protective dome.))

Timothy reappears, now holding at least twenty napalm boms in the air telekenetically. "I love explosions" he cries with relish, as he laucnhes all of the bombs in the general direction of Hex, Rocco, Mather, and anyone else who isn't protected by angel bones. Timothy then shrouds himself in his armoured cloak and summons a temporary shield.

Lichs are easy, its full stone that can be a pain (if the player knows what he/she's doing).

There were about five vine blooms, but I also needed something in the middle. Y'know, to annihalate. It's also fun with meteor, disruption, mega boulder, chain lightning, and those types of spells.

Timothy pops through a portal, grabs the book he had forgotten, and wave cheerily to the other combatents. "I need to have something to do while I rest, you know!" he calls. Timothy then leaves while whistling contentedly.

Timothy stood up and brushed the dirt off his cloak. He then sighed. "I really don't have time for this right now" he said aloud, although none were listening. He then walked to the edge of the ARENA and stepped off. A dimension hole swallowed him when he was inches from a crushing death. Although he had left, he would most likely return another day, with even more explosives.