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Actually, if Atlas hit Jack with that attack, he would have had to have rolled a natural 20, so Jack would be facing a DC 36 attack. Which is why against Jack, Atlas would be using Accurate Attack 5 and All Out Attack 5 or Shockwave. By the same token, Jack would have to Power Attack 4 before he even had a chance of missing Atlas's base defense (natural 1's aside). We're both PL 11, but our Trade-offs are the exact opposite.

Melee Atk roll vs Fulcrum DEF 18, DC 31 (1d20+6=24) You sure about that? ;)

Atlas had to recover for a minute in the corner, not from any sort of injury, but rather the fact that Grim's antics had caused him to double over in laughter. Wiping a tear from his eye, Atlas regained his composure and stood up to his full height. "Good to see you on your feet." he said sincerely to Grim. "Zat it is." said Atlas as he retouched gloves with Fulcrum in the ring. "Ve should spar after zis more often I zink." He circled Fulcrum a bit out of her reach, so that they could have a bit of a civil conversation for a moment before going back to the fight. Once Fulcrum had answered and the two were ready to continue, Atlas gets back into his more familiar distance. He measures Fulcrum for a moment before letting her have a strong right to the stomach, and the results are rather destructive. Altas's glove simply explodes from the force of the impact and the ripples in the force field become full on waves. The ropes around the ring are forced out, nearly to the point of breaking.

Quote posted this in the IC: Which I have since deleted. I'm also fine with this set up.

Fulcrum makes it to the boulder without incident. She can move the boulder easily, barely an ounce of her Herculean strength needed to be used. It wouldn't be unreasonable to suspect that even the average joe could move it. The fact that it was on a hinge of some kind probably helped too. It opened to reveal what appeared to be an old mineshaft leading deep into the mountain. The lights were still on in fact. However, they did not grant as much illumination as they normally would. The soot was even heavier down here and was obscuring the light.

A panicked look of "oh ****" briefly crossed Atlas's face as he wondered whether or not he was going to have to battle his way out of a mad doctor's lab, before the Doctor finally cracked a smile. Atlas just stood their awkwardly holding up a portion of Archeville's lab as Archeville himself tried to regain his composure. "Soooo.... you're not mad? ...You are a very strange man Archeville." "So... uh..." started Atlas trying to keep the conversation going while he tried to non-chalantly put down the barbell "How high did ve get?"

Atlas is able to shake off the horrific visions and returns to the now, which is still rather horrific. When the creature had assaulted Moira, it had left itself open, a mistake Atlas was sure to exploit. He rushed the creature and struck with all his might at the very same spot Moira had weakened. The monster was reeling as it was flipped end over end by the force of the blow.

The snow had been magically reinforced and was now far stronger than steel. Moira was causing damage to the snowman, but not before the snowman clobbered her with one of it's tree like arms "RAWR!" "Will these petulant morals never learn? Power does not come from strength of arms, but rather strength of the mind." With another Eldrich chant, Atlas' mind is assaulted by terrible visions of death and destruction.

Snowman Toughness Save DC 32 (1d20+15=35) I put in the wrong number, their toughness save is actually a little higher, but nat 20 makes that not matter. Snowman Atk Roll vs Moira, DC 33 (1d20+7=15) that's a hit. Medea is going to use her Mental Blast on Atlas. Will save vs Mental Blast, DC 20 (1d20+8=22) Pass. And Atlas is going to double team Frosty with Divine. Atlas Atk roll vs Frosty, AoA/PA 5, DC 36 (1d20+6=21) That's a hit. Atlas's Defense is set to 10. Frosty Toughness save DC 36 (1d20+17=28) Fail by 8, stunned and bruised. Now just give me a sec to get this all in IC.

Fulcrum wasn't the only one floored by that punch. Atlas was flat out stunned that actually worked. He had expected her to shrug off that last attack like she did his first. All pretense of the boxing match forgotten, Atlas started to approach her to make sure she was alright. Before he had even taken the first step however, she was already getting to her feet. Atlas' relief was plainly visible as his shoulders sagged and he let out a long sigh. Oh course she's fine. It'd take more than that. Remembering finally that he was in a boxing match, he retreated to his corner while Dark Star began his rather short count and Fulcrum got to her feet. From his corner, he turned to the people who had already fought "Zis is vhat happens in a boxing match vhen ze competitors follow ze rules..." to Ace and Colt "...and vhen zey actually zrow punches." he finished looking at Grim and Jack.

Well you don't actually get knocked back. It was a rank 13 attack and Fulcrum has a -14 Knockback modifier.

The ropes around the edge of the ring actually moved from the force of the impact of Fulcrum's punch as the tiniest drop of blood dripped off of Atlas's forehead. The only one likely to see the red liquid was Fulcrum, as one might expect it was quite difficult to see on Atlas. The wound it self stopped bleeding after that one drop and was quite superficial except that it meant that Atlas could in fact be harmed, it would just take a bit of pounding to lay the big man out. "And a nice punch zere yourself." said Atlas as he continued to circle Fulcrum, barely breaking stride. Let's start ratcheting it up. Atlas waited for his moment and then connected with another solid jab, this time a right, nearly in the same spot Fulcrum had hit him. Fulcrum and the crowd noticed this punch was even stronger than the last, and the force field rippled a bit from the concussion the blow caused. The fact that his glove was now a little torn also probably had something to do with it.

Toughness save DC 27 (1d20+16=26) So that's a bruise for the Ruskie. If the trends hold, he should be knocked out on the next hit Ruskie's still warming up, but he's gonna put a little more mustard on this one. Attack Roll, Accurate Attack 3 vs DEF 18, DC 28 (1d20+9=27)

Looks good to me. Approved.

26 to hit and a 26 DC, just as planned.

Fulcrum obviously wanted to measure Atlas as well. They both knew that if one of them could just clock the other with an uber punch at any moment and floor them, so they both wished to err on the side of caution. That's what Atlas thought anyway until Fulcrum started to "old English boxer" herself around the ring. He cracked a smile and nearly dropped his guard right up until Fulcrum started attacking him. That got his attention real quick. They were a series of probing attacks, either that or she was a very poor boxer, most likely the former. Atlas's large arms made blocking the attacks relatively easy, but he knew as soon as she found her rhythm, she would probably be able to punch him in the face whenever she wanted. Atlas bid his time, doing some bobbing and weaving of his own, waiting for his chance and then popped Fulcrum with a sharp left jab.

Atlas - Initiative (1d20+0=3) Medea Initiative (1d20+1=7) Frosty Initiative (1d20+0=11)

As the scene unfolded Atlas's expression soured. A guy could really learn to hate this town sometimes... "Dammit voman! In Soviet Russia snowball fights you, not America!" he called out to the mad sorceress. He scanned the area looking for anything else that was out of place (ie: moving) but didn't see anything other than a handful of wise civilians beating feet in the opposite direction. He breath a sigh of relief at that small comfort and smiled as he looked down at Moira. "Let's kick some ice!" The stupidest things were always the most contagious...

Tempest

Atlas is going to use the Total Defense Action to bump his Defense up to 19, still 10 if you catch him flat footed.

"Weighing in at... well actually we don't know folks, our scales didn't actually go that high. We're guess somewhere between a Civic and a F-150." Besides the competitor who was an actual boxer, Atlas probably looked the most like an actual boxer, red skin aside. He was fighting in normal boxing trucks and gloves, and that was about it. He usually tore through his own clothing when he was fighting, especially when he cocked a fist or got decked himself, so he figured charity bout or not, the same thing was going to happen. He figured the gloves too were just for show. They would probably only last 2, maybe 3 punches or blocks before they were in tatters. Dark Star probably had the same thing in mind as he brought up the force field. This gave Atlas an idea. He wasn't as good with words as Jack, nor as sharp, but he did have a bigger mouth. Atlas stood in the corner of the ring, facing the crowd and took a monstrously deep breath. He then bellowed a guttural roar that lasted nearly a full 30 seconds, and was loud enough to cause ripples in the force field Dark Star had created. Throwing his hands in the air, Atlas turning back around and walked the length of one side of the ring. When he made eye contact with Fulcrum, he shot her a wink and smile; he wanted to show her she hadn't misjudged him, he was just getting the crowd riled up. He got to the center of the ring to touch gloves. "Let's do zis." he said as they touched gloves and he backed off a few steps. He kept his guard up and circled his opponent carefully... and that was pretty much it. Atlas preferred to study his opponents before going blow to blow with them, he just usually didn't have that luxury. Show me what you got.

And he waited, and waited, but his attackers showed no sign of returning. As time stretched on, and the darkness pressed in on Tempest's eyes his thoughts wandered from what those creatures were to what this egg was. Soon enough, Tempest's curiosity won him over and he dropped his guard to further inspect the egg. His hands swept over the surface of the egg, as Tempest drank in the pulsating energy issuing from it. It was a dormant creature. It had laid here for a very long time, but it wouldn't do so for much longer. No, the awaited hour was fast approaching for its awakening. The awakening she and her brothers had long awaited. "Ohh... this is bad."

And on the goons turn, they do not reenter Tempest's field of vision. Tempest re-readies his action. Repeat for the next 4 rounds. Tempest goes back to studying the egg.

Tempest began fiddling with the controls and soon enough the opening credits were playing. "I appears I do remember." called Tempest. Tempest took a singular piece of popcorn and examined it thoroughly before popping it in his mouth. Nodding in appreciation, he took a handful of the popcorn as Colt had. "So a miracle is some event that humans have no explanation for, but creates some sort of good effect. And if I am right about this, because none of the humans know what causes miracles, or even if there is a cause, the only similarity they ave other than their abstract mystery is the net results such an event creates?" Tempest pauses for a moment in contemplation. "For a species that likes to discover much about your surroundings, it is beginning to sound like you achieve a great deal of the pleasure in your lives from ignorance."

I was going to saying more along the lines of: don't kill anyone in the first place.