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.

Screeching in pain and flailing around, smashing the many walls that drifted around the mind. The world began to distort, and faint screaming could be heard coming from seemingly nowhere in the real world.

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.

Cherub entered the arena, she wore a dark blue military garb with a long knee length trenchcoat, her extremly dark brown hair went down to her waist and curled slightly at the end. she wore white teashades which reflected the light of the room making the glass len's appear to be made of shiny silver. she wore them down allowing her eyes to peak over the top. on her neck she wore a silver crucifix. On her hands she wore pure white gloves with three slits by the knuckles.

By her side she held a musket, about half he size and made of a antique dark teak. It was obviously too big too big for her but she held it at her side as if there was nothing wrong with it.

 

She advanced towards the middle of the arena holding the musket in her hand.

Ares had appeared above the arena, but quickly dropped to the floor and started holding his head in pain. A screeching could be heard around the room, apparently coming from nowhere.

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.

The space around Ares had begun to distort, rendering the bullets useless as they slowed to a stop when they went near him.

Unable to react due to the pain, Ares continued to roll around on the floor shouting curse words at nobody in particular.

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.

noting the creature grim shot a beam of blessed fire at its head then he enshrouded Ares in a sphere of protective light and proceeded to throw 10 beams of burning light and 5 of fire at timothy.

The aura of distortion becoming more concentrated, even Grim's shield was torn apart before it covered Ares.

The screaming grew ever louder.

One of Timothy's creatures was destroyed by Grim's light beam, and a alrge explosion shook the Arena.

 

However, the other eleven reached positions around Ares and set of their bombs simultaneously. This caused a massive explosion, comparable to the bomb dropped on Hiroshima (well, almost).

 

 

Timothy, meanwhile, had shrouded himself in his armoured cloak, which reflected the light beams, and withstood the fire. However, he was still to weak to do any serious magic.

 

So he drew his small pistol and shot a few rounds in Grim's general direction.

 

Then the force of his bomb's explosions blew him away like a leaf in a hurricane.

 

 

((I consider the summoning to be easy magic, as the creatures already existed, I just opened a gateway for them.))

The explosion had thrown Ares against the wall opposite Timothy, but his state did not appear to change, he was still rolling on the floor shouting curses.

The screaming by now had reached deafening levels.

-

"my gun does not forgive!" Cherub screamed, "it destroys..." she added with a manical grin

she held the gun toward Ares and rested her hand on the trigger. From the barrel of the gun to the grip; she raised it slightly to fire right into his Ares's chest.

Bang! The gun made an enourmous crack as the trigger was pressed, out of the musket came a bright red contorting shape, it formed quickly to reveal itself to be a humonoid, it's legs bound into the gun, as it flew towards Ares it revealed a demon like face and large sharp claws, it was still red and appeared to be made from a sort of wispy smoke but it was arguable whether it was tangible or not, it flew and span around in the air, the bottom half still connected to the gun, it aimed to first destroy Ares's chest.

 

((it's a familiar Ross so you can't godmod or control it))

 

 

((First of all, I just nuked the general area so hard it almost killed me. Secondly, Ross has pretty much gone insane from me invading his mind and everything that comes near him ceases to exist. I'd fix your post.))

The distortion field around Ares had warped the pillars and ground near him into seemingly impossible shapes.

While he was practically invincible with this distorted aura, he could not do anything to use it, due to the extreme pain he seemed to be in.

The screaming that seemed to be coming from nowhere had reached levels which would make and adult man faint.

((Yeh, I'll redo it, it wasn't very well written aswell))

((Ross, please delete all content of above post))

((Firstly, I'd like to mention that although my projectile were aimed at you, they are more dangerous for everyone else. Nuke are bad for people who aren't in distortion fields.))

 

 

Timothy landed, hard. He heard several ribs crack, and realized that he probably was not going to survive.

 

"Well, curd." he mused "I guess I ought to go out with a bang, then."

 

Timothy the struggled to his feet, and began chanting. The scales on his robe glowed brightly, and a purple aura surrounded him.

((can we stop this dimension [cabbage] please. Guns and knives are fine but nuclear bombs are [bleep]ing over powered and uncalled for))

((And being able to turn into smoke at any point isn't? I know you already changed character, but still, just saying.))

((Also, read my posts. I never had a nuclear bomb. I had twelve- then eleven when one was destroyed- magically enhanced napalm bombs. Their combined force was the equvalent of a hirshima. I referred to it as nuking the area for expediency as it far easier than "I just exploded eleven bombs which combined are the equivalent of a Hiroshima in the area."

 

That would have also resulted in you ignoring my post, aka what happened last time I set off bombs.

 

And my bombs could have been stopped, but no-one bothered. Also, I blasted myself as well, and am nearly dead. Don't you dare accuse me of godmoding when I am more than ready to die.))

((I'm not accusng you of godmodding, I'm accusing you of powerplaying and setting off [bleep]ing thermo'[bleep]ing'nuclear bombs; or atleast the power of it, CAN WE PLEASE KEEP IT TO HANDWEAPONS AND MAGIC.

Setting Hiroshima off in a room is wrong for two reasons

A) everyone would instantly die, in hiroshima there's marks off dust on the Walls in the shapes of humans because they'd basically been vapourosed

2) getting something from your magic satchel is [bleep]ing annoying, "I get a thermonuclear weapon and stick it in your mouth and then teleport to a diffrent dimension"

Ross yeh, smoke was slightly unreasonable.

))

((Actually, according to YOUR rules, he isn't powerplaying, he is equaling the power of the other characters. I'm also quite sure that since everyone can use magic, we can assume that a lot of the power is blocked by magical shield/aura/whatever.))

 

All of a sudden, a blinding light filled the room. When the light had faded, Ares was standing again. He seemed to flicker and then fade out of reality, then, above where he was, the form which he had taken in his mind had faded into reality. His new form, the dark seraphim, Ares Enyokaosu, had entered this world.

[hide=Ranting at Hex]((Firstly, I imagined this Arena as being large enough that the bomb would not effect the entire thing. Secondly, if I survived the explosion from relatively close range (albeit with awesome robes), and Ares' distortion siphoning off a good chunk of the blast, then I doubt it would be an all-round one hit ko.

 

Alos, my "magic satchel" was simply something I had prepared during the period that I ahd spent away from the Arena.

 

If you hate me so much, come and try to finish me off. I currently can barely stand, have broken ribs, and have major mental issues due to my mental struggle with Ares. I think most of the characters here could finish me.

 

Especially since my fighting style relies almost entirely on setting traps and blowing things up.

 

 

Although if it irritates you so much, I'll avoid massive explosions with future characters. I'm not saying i won't blow things up, but I'll make the counters more obvious and the blasts smaller. I am not, however taking this particular explosion back. If need be fly away/run quickly/ get underground/ conjure a heat resistant shield. There, I did the thinking for you.

 

 

After all, the explosion lasts what, a second or two? Not long, you just have to react and avoid incineration/pain in your general bodily area.))[/hide]

 

 

((You ninja'd me, Ross!))

 

 

Timothy groaned when he saw Ares standing. He just wasn't up to this. However, he continued his chant. It was the only thing left that mattered.

 

If it was completed he had a chance. If not, all was lost.

 

Timothy's purple aura grew in intensity, so that it was almost painful to look upon.

Cherub fired the gun at Ares, she fired the trigger and in an instant a sort of humanoid figure came out, it was a dark red humanoid figure; almost like a djinn. It flew around in circles, leaving a long trail behind it. Smoke disperssed from the gun and the demon was finally free, it went to destroy Ares; it started to open it's large mouth and claw away with it's long muscular arms.

It was more then a demon, as it went towards Ares it seemed to be encased in a large pentagram... Cursed to go through anything

 

((treat like character not bullet))

 

 

She fired another demon towards timothy, it contorted through the air and aimed for his heart, set to consume his soul and rip apart his heart.

Ares, still getting used to the new body he had created, began to fire spheres of different elemental power at the djinn using the four regular elemental wings. The black and white wings began to glow with an ethereal light.