Main Categories | Stat Points |
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL) | 700 |
Strength / Attack | 2333 (x2 From Gravity Difference Boost-4666) |
Durability / Defense | 2333 (x2 From Gravity Difference Boost-4666) |
Agility / Speed | 2333(x5 From Gravity Difference Boost-11,666) |
Magic / Intelligence | 0 |
Ki Control | 0 |
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power) | 7,000 Baseline |
One by one Each of Victors men fell, some seemingly being destroyed down to a molecule level, a feat that was perplexing to say the least. His silver eyes watching the fluidity of this defenders movements barely capable of tracking it whilst Tchala seemed to be testing the capabilities and reaction timing of the invader. As the last of his henchmen fell, Victor felt something he had never felt before, it wasn't fear nay, it was fury. To have had his ranks dismantled so effortlessly was the first defeat he had ever felt and as such the parting of clouds shined the ray of light that caught something unsuspecting. Or rather it refracted upon a large area, catching this simple particle physics of refraction alerted him as his mind suddenly processed the correlation of his men being atomized by thin air and the sudden refraction over a large sum of area.
His mustached lips grinned a toothy grin, his fury being contained by the marvelous brilliance of this defender and the usage of Technology and a mystical energy. With this knowledge acquired Victor slowly moved from Tchala's defensive formation, exiting the dome as he listened to the rambling of a mad man from the invader demanding their leader.
He had spoken before flicking a finger towards the area of refraction, aiming towards the edge furthest west as it fired an air cannon. This air cannon would ultimately disperse the Refraction zone of microscopic machinery inwards towards the centralized mass further confirming Victors findings. Should this Defender who was maddened by fury accept this challenge, then he would be facing two generals at the same time...
Main Categories | Stat Points |
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL) | 1000 |
Strength / Attack | 3333 (x2 From Gravity Difference Boost-6666) |
Durability / Defense | 3333 (x2 From Gravity Difference Boost-6666) |
Agility / Speed | 3333(x5 From Gravity Difference Boost-16,666) |
Magic / Intelligence | 0 |
Ki Control | 0 |
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power) | 10,000 Baseline |
Tchala after releasing the makeshift spear from his hand, had collected interesting data, and as Victor broke formation speaking freely, Tchala could tell his ally was feeling an emotion he had never felt before, it was rage yet by the way victor was speaking there was a hint of admiration and respect for the efficient way this defender processed things and battled. By Victor calling for a Trial by Combat, Tchala let out an annoyed sigh, breaking from his Phalanx Formation as he floated beside Victor, his arms remaining to his side he slowly spoke right after Victor had finished,
Tchala spoke less off of emotion and more on the premise of Respect between a warrior to another. Though Tchala was an individual in whom respected the combat efficiency in warriors, to stand in a Trial by combat was the greatest honor a Elite Valtraxian could give a lesser species by their standard. But for Tchala, this man before them was no lesser specie, he was an enigma in whom he found a profound respect for as a warrior and as such was willing to bet his very life on the line along side his men who shifted from a dome formation to a line up formation standing at attention by the proclamation of their general. These Men and women were steadfast and loyal to Tchala, willing to die by his command should he demand it, even if it was by their traditions.
Tchala though began moving his head to the left and right, his vertebra cracking as his arms slowly rose to mimic a boxers stance, Victor on the other hand shifting his stance to mimic that of a Judo fighters plus a Mixed Martial Artist Stance, the two generals stood ready should this defender Accept the Trial by Combat. If the Good Dr. accept, none of Tchala's men would interfere as it would be disgracing their general and their race, meaning the confrontation ahead would be between three men battling by pure unadulterated physicality.
Tchala though began moving his head to the left and right, his vertebra cracking as his arms slowly rose to mimic a boxers stance, Victor on the other hand shifting his stance to mimic that of a Judo fighters plus a Mixed Martial Artist Stance, the two generals stood ready should this defender Accept the Trial by Combat. If the Good Dr. accept, none of Tchala's men would interfere as it would be disgracing their general and their race, meaning the confrontation ahead would be between three men battling by pure unadulterated physicality.