Seeing double (x2 Training)
Mar 23, 2018 8:06:58 GMT -7
Post by neko bo beko on Mar 23, 2018 8:06:58 GMT -7
Power Attack
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User can make exceptionally deadly melee attacks by sacrificing attacks for strength.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User can choose to take a -1 penalty to movements and saves against TaiJutsu Attacks to gain a +20 bonus on their next Melee Attack Damage. This bonus to damage is increased by half (+50%) if the user is making an attack with a 2-handed weapon, or a 1-handed weapon using 2 hands. When the user's base Movements reaches 4, the bonus increases by +10. The bonus damage does not apply to touch attacks, or effects that do not deal Armour Point damage. User must choose to sacrifice the movements and perform the attack before their next turn. At "C" Class, user gains a +10 bonus on Attack Damage to Critical Strikes when using Power Attack. At "A" Class, user gains a +10 bonus on Attack Damage to Critical Strikes when using Power Attack.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique.Harue: [ 00 || 70 ]As Yuri takes what Harue says and turns it into an inspirational lesson, the pinkette feels her chest and heart warm up. The muscle caged up beats hard against the rib bars and she can't help when her breathing hitches. Yuri was... really, very kind. Abrasive and intimidating, but kind. She also mentions how she was once afraid too, but Harue has a hard time believing that this bombshell could be anything but confident and strong, and deadly. But it fills Harue with a sort of determination she's never quite felt before, a satisfaction towards her status as a ninja. As a proud kunoichi of Kusagakure, she takes what Yuri tells her to heart and beams, her pink eyes glinting as she observes Yuri work the wind around her. Finally asking what she was going to do with all those inhibitions of Harue's, it seems her lecture has come to a close. She looks patiently over Harue in anticipation of her answer.
"I choose to..." She breaks for a moment, her hand snaking over her stomach to the hilt of her katana at her opposite hip. She rests the heel of her palm at the pommel of her blade, hesitating only because she does feel a pang in her gut, perhaps trepidation and nausea. But also maybe excitement - she's not sure how to categorize these kind of knee-jerk bodily reactions, but otherwise her chest swirls with adrenaline. "Screw fear!" On the sudden projection of her voice, Harue unsheathes her katana in one smooth motion and holds it slightly over her head, the quickness and preciseness of the action dangerously exemplary.
And then she blushes, because she realizes how absolutely dorky that all was. She swallows thickly, lowering her blade and smiling crookedly at Yuri, tilting her head a bit. "I.. I just mean, thank you. It means a lot, Lady Yuri." She gives a slight bow, her nondominant hand coming up to rest under her chest, her bladed hand extending back a bit. She felt like a knight bowing to a woman at the throne. It sends a rush of boiled blood through her veins, her body feeling slightly lighter, like her katana and shield are equally as light. Maybe Yuri was right - maybe all it took was letting go of the fear of failure to become truly capable of anything. When she raises her torso, she brings her extended arm forward with the circular motion. Comfortably, she maneuvers her arm with a pointed tip to Yuri. She wondered if she was truly ready, or just high on spoken words.Leaping Tackle
Rank: C
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A hard tackle on an opponent.
Special: ---
Drawback: Causes slight harm to the user.
Description: Taking a five meter head start, the user leaps off the floor and throws their body at the target of their choice. Leaping claws out to ensure maximum damage to their target and little to themselves as they make contact with the enemy. The target and user will be knocked back 5 meters, and may fall. Throwing their self causes the user a slight pain, but they sustain no real damage in the collision.
Limit: Must be a clawed animal companion.Ōmo: [ 20 || 30 ]Not wasting a second, Ōmo leaps off the ground towards the scent of both prey and blood, the two scent mingling together to create an absolutely scrumptious smell he just couldn't let go. As he sails upwards into the air at a slight angle, he of course displays his massive claws and his terrifyingly large teeth, stained red with the vulpe's blood. The critter has no time to react and Ōmo is on it in an instant, ignoring the terrified shrieks and squeals that echo around them from the fox's throat. He does well to rip it apart during their tumble so it can't make those noises anymore.
It's not very long before the pink beast and the red, smaller one have come to another skidding halt in the dirt, this time however only one of them remaining vibrant. Limp in his jaw, Ōmo regards the fox now as a trophy. Perhaps he would leave some of it and bring it to his pink master.