Sophistemon
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IMPACT Grant looks the strange man up and down with a flick of his eyes. The language -- was that French? -- was all gibberish to him, but he didn't like it when the Christmas-colored weirdo shrugged about not knowing them. "I'm Impact," he says, and arcs a thumb at his chest. "She's..." he pauses, recollecting. "Chimera, right?" He looks at his new acquaintance and realizes it's now his turn to smile apologetically. "Are you here to arrest these guys? Take them to jail, or something?"
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IMPACT Grant mimics Chimera's response almost to a T, his shield going suddenly opaque is it layers on additional protection. Isn't AEGIS American? he wonders. What's with the accent? Like Jennifer, he looks quickly back and forth at the more established heroes before setting his eyes back on the Hood. They're narrow behind his mask. "Anybody know this guy?" he asks. Grant exhales, then draws a calming breath. He's still pumped up from the fight, still looking to lash out. He needs to settle himself down before he makes a mistake. This was a chance to look good in front of other heroes and the government. If he played his cards right... things might change for the better. His shield still up, his hands ready, he waits for something to happen.
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IMPACT At Grimalkin's announcement, Grant's eyes widen behind his mask. "So, you mean they might've been working together on something? That means somebody could still be in trouble somewhere!" He looks back toward where the two villains were fighting, and squints to see down the length of street. "Should we go check it out? See where they came from?" Suddenly, he drops into a crouch next to Wordsmith and leans toward the man. "Hey! What was that all about? Where'd you guys come from, huh?"
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Impact Harsh Words - 9
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IMPACT Grant stops, eyes Ghost up and down, and then takes a step back. His hands go up, palms out. "I hear you," he says. Honestly, he feels the slippery slope was in not reminding people like Wordsmith that there were consequences for tearing up a city street in some stupid mask-fight. After what happened to Lee, Grant wasn't at all forgiving of people who put others in danger to settle their scores. That said, he wasn't going to square up with Ghost over it -- especially not without knowing the extent of what the other man could do. Ghost could reach through concrete; could he reach through Impact's TK field? So, instead, Grant nods in response to Chimera's attempted answer. "It could have been some sick game," he adds. "You saw how tough Wordsmith was, right? Could the other guy's bullets have hurt him? Maybe they were just goofin' off, and didn't care who they hurt in the way."
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IMPACT That word, "young," rankles Grant a little bit. He can feel himself flush, and looks down at the villains in an attempt to hide it. "I dunno," he answers. His voice is even gruffer, almost a parody of grim, gritty heroes. "I was on patrol, and I heard them going at it." He leaves out that he'd been heading to the corner store for milk when he'd gotten involved, and then remembers that he still needs to stop there on his way home. "I couldn't let them shoot the place up, or... whatever that guy does." He kicks at Wordsmith, hard enough to hurt. "Anyway, it's ni... good to meet you. Teaming up was awesome!" He doesn't know what a chimera is, nor a grimalkin, but a 'ghost' he can understand. "Your powers are rad, man. How'd you go through the ground like that? Can you feel it when you're down there?" Then, he turns to Chimera. "And that thing you did with your hands! The, uh, claws?" His own field flashes over his digits, enchasing them in similar scything blades of pearlescent force. "So, so cool." In his excitement, his tough-guy voice starts to slip, and the teenager shines through. "And, uh, Grimalkin! How'd you learn to move like that?"
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IMPACT Grant heaves a heavy breath and allows the bludgeoning field surrounding his hands to smooth back up his arms and over his body, after which he adjusts the sleeves of his jacket and turns to look at the others. His gaze is somewhat sheepish, and close attention reveals he prefers to look more at the nose, or at the space between the eyes, than at their eyes themselves. "I've never had to hit someone that hard before," he admits. "That guy could really take a beating." His voice is deeper than it should be, gruffer, and one suspects he might be putting on a bit of a show. "That was awesome though, wasn't it?" He punches the air, one fist after the other. "That was my first 'mask-fight' and my first team-up. I can't believe it!" He smiles, then forces his features smooth again. "Uh, my name's 'Impact,' by the way. Who're you guys?"
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IMPACT Grant gapes with stupefied shock as his blow strikes Wordsmith's chest with a terrific, reverberating force... and then stops dead. The weightless mass of his shield, normally more than enough to take out whatever it was he wanted knocked around, has failed to even budge the man. It was practically inconceivable that someone be so durable -- it was like stepping on Grant's toes, and that stung even worse than anything else so far. "I don't care who you are," grumbles Grant. The ball of force around his hands grows larger and then shrinks back, condensing. "I don't care what you're made of." He knits his fingers together and steps back, preparing himself. "You put people in danger, and I'm taking you down." He huffs a breath, swings his clenched fists in a vicious hammer-blow, and smashes Wordsmith in the side of the head with all the force of a speeding truck.
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Description DC 27 [Power Attack] Unarmed Attack (Bludgeon) Results 1d20+2: 7 [1d20=5] That's closer to a miss than I'd like, but at least I hit. And with some extra oomph, too. I'll hold off on making an IC post until I know whether it should be triumphant or enraged.
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IMPACT Not so lucky as to strike a car, Grant is blown backwards by Wordsmith's O and lands roughly on his butt, skidding several feet. The only thing sparing him a painful -- and embarrassing! -- trip to the hospital is his force-shield, which he silently thanks as he clambers back to his feet. "Okay," he says. "Payback." Seeing an opportunity, and wanting to make a better impression, the young hero approaches the paralyzed villain and wills his telekinetic field to swell in his hands. "Not so tough now, smart guy?" he asks. "Maybe thinking twice about bringing your beef to the street?" He brings his hands together and the field expands into a basketball-sized sphere of nigh-indestructible mass. "Somebody could have gotten killed!" Gritting his teeth, Impact swivels in a pivot and swings that wrecking ball of telekinetic energy into Wordsmith's chest.
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Description DC 22 Unarmed Attack (Bludgeon) Results 1d20+7: 23 [1d20=16] I'm pretty sure that's a hit. It's time for some payback!
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Description DC 20 Reflex Save Results 1d20+5: 14 [1d20=9] Ouch, not quite. Description DC 20 Toughness Save Results 1d20+7: 18 [1d20=11] And another roll that isn't up to snuff! Is how I'm posting these okay? It seems to make sense to just copy over the data and attach a link.
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All right, the party's getting started! Let's send another Bludgeoning Blast at Wordsmith. It didn't work before, but now there's a woman to impress! Description DC 22 Blast (Bludgeoning) Results 1d20+7: 19 [1d20=12] It occurs to me that Grant is exactly the kind of kid to do what he thinks looks cool in a fight, so expect some anime poses.
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IMPACT Grant yelps and skitters to one side and then the other as both razor-sharp words slash the ground around him, and then bullets surge up from beneath the street. He remembers, a moment too late to stop from embarrassing himself, that's he's practically invulnerable to small-arms fire, and curses himself for the instinct. Hearing speech behind him, he looks over a shoulder to see a new woman free the constricted teenager. His teenaged heart starts thumping and he swallows a sudden feeling of nervousness. Had she seen him miss his previous shot? If so, he'd need to make up for it. He raises both hands above his head, concentrates to conjure up an impressively girthy pillar of telekinetic energy, and then swings it down on Wordsmith like a toppling redwood. "Eat this!"
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IMPACT Grant trusts in his shield, and it doesn't fail him. Cheat Code's hail of bullets are stopped dead by the telekinetic barrier and fall, intact but harmless, to the street. "It's not skill if it's cheating, jerk!" the teenager bellows, furious at the slipperiness of his opponent. He turns on the other, the one with the physical words, and gathers force in his palms. Bringing his hands together, Impact swings another column of telekinesis in a wide arc, missing Wordsmith by a sizeable margin but leaving a jagged trench in the asphalt. Grant swears, loudly enough for Chimera to hear, and breathes heavily. "Okay. Round two."
