Hellbound

Hellbound wasn't much in a position to resist, so he suffered the ministrations of the doctor despite being mortified. This is what happened when a guy got cockey and let his guard down. Honestly, the 'bot simply hadn't been all that scary up until now. "Ya' make a mean right hook, doc." Hellbound managed to say once his jaw was properly hinged again and he'd stopped spitting bloody fire. "I'll be seeing stars for a week. Sorry about the floor." It'd been an interesting sight, once the blood had really started flowing. Hellbound had fallen to hands and knees with a thick trail of liquid fire running from his mouth and ruined teeth. Thick smoke billowed around his head and it was clear where the hellish aspect of his image came from. Watching the shabby looking man practically vomit up fire and brimstone could very well have conjured up images of the devil himself. Plus, the seemingly hideous injury didn't seem to phase Hellbound much. Though he'd been in agony just moments before with a shattered jaw and broken teeth, he really didn't think much of it now that he'd been patched back together. "So what's the next test? I'll try to remember to duck this time."

Seize Initiative! God I love that feat :D

Not sure if you're waiting on me to go next, but I'm pausing to give the Doc a chance to comment on the mess that Hellbound's making. Not that he's in much of a chance to do much, anyway, after that shot he took.

Hellbroad watched the skink crash and then turned her gaze towards the others. Apparently none of the others was going to say 'it', so that left things up to her. "So... I'm guessing it was that time of month for one of us?" Sometimes it just wasn't easy being the classy one of the group.

Untrained Stealth Check: 1d20+7=16 Untrained Notice: 1d20+3=19

With the flurry of blows going against the 'bot, now it was the mechanical man's turn to come at Hellbound. That was fine, he didn't like hitting opponents that didn't fight back anyway. Once more it seemed that he had the automated trainer easily outmatched as he dodged and wove his way through the titanium onslaught. Limbs and well-worn fists slipped along Hellbound's blocking arms each time and the only blows to land against him weren't enough to really do any damage. Though, unfortunately, it was towards the end, again, when the pair was nothing but a whirling set of flailing limbs and attacking appendages that the hero failed in his task. This time it was a most nasty shot that got in a solid crack against his chin. Almost instantly, Hellbound was down and spitting blood across the doctor's well maintained floor. Even as that fluid made contact with the air, however, it sputtered into flaming life. Soon there was a thick cloud of evil looking fumes floating about Hellbound's body.

Ah -- so, am I to toss the robot's attack rolls? Edited -- kinda looks that way. I'll go ahead and get some results done up here. Go ahead and correct me if I'm taking liberties with the Doc's equipment. Hellbound will take a Defensive Stance for 10 + 10 + 2 = 22 Defense. Phase 1: 1d20+3=9, 1d20+3=5, 1d20+3=14 No hits. Phase 2: 1d20+6=9, 1d20+6=23, 1d20+6=15 Beg pardon... that was one hit. DC21 save. Phase 3: 1d20+9=22, 1d20+9=19, 1d20+9=23 Again, missed that there was one hit in that. DC24 save. Phase 4: 1d20+12=16, 1d20+12=30, 1d20+12=17 One hit, DC27 toughness save. Hellbound Saves (+10 Resistant Toughness) VS DC21 1d20+10=26 Hellbound Saves (+10 Resistant Toughness) vs DC24 1d20+10=27 Hellbound Saves (+10 Resistant Toughness) VS DC27. 1d20+10=16 Cool. The first two still saves and the last fails by 11. Ah Staggered + Disabled + Stunned. Gotta assume there's a bit of blood in that and only a minor change in the post.

Ah, sure. I'd thought that I had read that somewhere. I guess that's where. Post stands as is, then.

Hellbound, rechristened the Hellbroad for the time being, struggled to regain her footing. The problem was that she was, for one, not used to her wings and those new devices were currently spread out beneath her shoulders and weighed down with trash. For another, the ankle-high boots that she was wearing weren't designed for acrobatics. They appeared to be heavy, clunky and almost engineered to break an ankle or two even among the most seasoned fashion veterans. The old Hellbound had never taken the time to figure out how to walk on stilts and this new incarnation seemed to be wearing the next best thing. And, finally, the Hellbroad was a little more naturally top-heavy than Hellbound. A certain weightiness was evident in the chest area, which even her newly redesigned leather halter strained to keep in check. "Holy frag-arolly!" Hellbroad muttered, her voice still on the gravelly side but now with more of a feminine lilt that she was comfortable with. "Wha' happened?" She stood with Geckolass' help and brushed the remains of the trash pile off of her even trashier outfit. The colors of her leathers had inverted and she was now dressed in a garish red with black trim. Those heels that added a good eight inches to her height ended about mid-calf and allowed for nothing in between. Muscular, pale legs ran from there to what appeared to be french cut leather briefs and crossing belts and then again to bare midriff. Above that was a much shorter version of her leather jacket that was trimmed to show off as much cleavage as possible with the magically expanding scale mail vest of her wings underneath. Her still-dark hair was left long in the back but trimmed short up front for that overall mullet effect, ensuring that not a single detail had been left out of her transformation. "What?" Hellbroad asked. "What're you fraggers looking at?"

Hey, you try getting back onto your feet while wearing hooker boots, giant wings and an unexpectedly weighty rack!

So while we're waiting for V'ger... er... She'ger to post, isn't anyone going to help the Hellbroad up? :P

The robot did, indeed, react to Hellbound's incoming blows. Though it moved sluggishly at first and found no mercy from the blows raining down on it, the contraption began to move more and more quickly as the session went on. As Hellbound discovered that this portion of the test would not require him to dodge, the aggressive fighter opened his stance to gain the best chance of getting through the robot's defenses. Again and again, Hellbound found paths through its weaving arms and dodging body. For a while it seemed like there was no chace at all of it escaping the punishment being served up. Not until the very end did it begin to show some success at evasion. Either through Hellbound getting fatigued, cocky or a combination of both, the last few seconds of the mock combat hade him swinging at air. Though it did take the highest setting Archeville was willing to unleash to come up with that result.

Ah, gotcha. Since there's no defense involved here, Hellbound will go with All Out Attack for the +5 to his Attack roll. Part 1: 1d20+15=34, 1d20+15=21, 1d20+15=35 Part 2: 1d20+15=29, 1d20+15=16, 1d20+15=16 Part 3: 1d20+15=34, 1d20+15=31, 1d20+15=33 Part 4: 1d20+15=26, 1d20+15=31, 1d20+15=24 Edited: Say... can All Out Attack be used in combination with Agressive Stance? I suppose I've always assumed the answer was 'no', but this might be a good time to get official word on that. The last blow would have landed if so.

Initiative vs. Basic Combat Drone for Hellbound: 1d20+11=26

Hellbound sat up and tried to catch his breath. "Heheh... heh... just bench pressed a Buick, huh?" He asked, grinning like a maniac. Getting the chance to cut loose like that was both a unique and exhilerating experience. "Not bad for a couch potato. An' I never doubted you for a minute, Doc. Keep the challenges coming." Though he wasn't exactly a couch potato, Hellbound knew that the lack of quality workout gear was hampering his abilities a bit. If he was given regular access to machines like this then he fully expected to be able to vastly increase his own power. "Just gimme' a minute to catch my breath." Once his breathing and heart rate were dropping back to normal, and the sound of rushing blood faded from his ears, Hellbound rose and stepped towards the drone. The thing looked intimidating in an industrial-accident sort of way, but Hellbound didn't like the sound of 'basic'. When it came to combat, the last word he wanted used to describe himself was 'basic'. But he assumed that the doc knew what he was doing. If he felt this was the machine Hellbound should start on then that's where he'd begin. There'd be no holding back on it, however. Even if the 'droid looked like it couldn't manage to tie its own shoes, Hellbound would assume it was as dangerous as anyone else he'd faced in the ring. "Hoo-haa!" Hellbound crowed as he leaped towards the machine. It hadn't actually moved, yet. Hopefully Archeville had managed to already turn it on or else this was likely going to be a short fight.

What normally keeps boats from drifting away? ;)

I'll save the hero point for later, but let Hellbound rage against the machine. That should bring his strength up to 31 (36 for lifting with the 1 rank of super strength). Looks like a little over three tons max lift without the extra effort?

"Magnogravawhatic...? Yeah. Sure." Hellbound wasn't certain what the doctor was talking about, but he did get one thing. It was basically a barbell that got heavier as Hellbound lifted it. That made sense. If they were going to test out what he could do then this was as good a place to start than any. The strongman layed down on the bench and put his hands to their marks. Exactly how high should they start on the weight limit? Hellbound knew a few basic facts about his own abilities, like being able to push cars without a great deal of effort, but could he really lift one? Honestly, the scenario hadn't come up very often in his life. There just weren't that many times in a normal day that he needed to bench press vehicles. He didn't have any rosin, but that was okay. It wasn't like he was in some lifting competition, but it might have been nice to ensure a good grip. That really didn't seem to matter, though, as the bar felt natural and secure in his hands as he closed on it. The fighter relaxed his shoulders and blew out a sharp breath, hyperventilating just a bit for the extra effort. A shrug dropped the bar onto his chest and he started pumping the weight up and down. It adjusted itself quickly. Very quickly. In just a few reps he could feel the bar getting heavier and by the time he'd counted to five, Hellbound was having trouble maintaining a good rhythm. The boy was struggling before hitting ten and his brow furrowed in concentration. Hellbound had never encountered a piece of equipment like this before. Normally, he could juggle weight sets and snap the steel cables on most machines. This was different, though. This was actually fighting him. He was grunting and sweating profusely by twelve, truly having to dig deep within himself for the strength to continue. A part of Hellbound raged a bit at the thought that he was losing, though that was a ridiculous concept. This wasn't a competition. All they were doing was gaging his limits. It was only natural that Archeville was able to create a magno-thingy that could get heavier than he could lift. This was super-science, after all. But that didn't keep Hellbound from getting angry at the machine anyway. He was red in the face at fifteen reps and swearing gruffly under his breath. Now facing more resistance than ever before in his life, adrenaline began coursing through his system as he released his anger and put all that extra energy into his efforts. Hellbound was forced to give up before twenty repetitions, though. That was all? He'd never exhausted himself that quickly or that throughly before.

"You're telling me?" A muffled voice came from behind an overturned pile of trash cans and garbage. Sticking up and out of the debris was a pair of shiny, read, high-healed boots with black detailing running along the side. Whoever was the owner/wearer of the garish garments she was apparently lying prone behind some dented cans and broken garbage bags. "Fragging flash of light and then, boom, I got a Glad bag wedgie. Help me outta here, would you?" The boots waved about weakly, as if whoever was buried in the trash was having trouble finding their balance and the leverage for extrication. A small clattering of tumbling tin cans and breaking bottles could be heard for their efforts.

"Aw... frag." Hellbound cursed softly as he realized he'd been too late. Maybe if he'd moved faster or was a little smarter he could have saved the guy's life. But, dammit Jim! He was a fighter, not a doctor. Breaking bones was something he was good at, not reviving burn victims. "You just take it easy, 'kay?" Hellbound said to the lifeless body. "I'll get 'im for you. I'll find the jerk and make sure he don't do this to anyone else." He had a focused resolve as he stood up from the chef and turned towards the hatchway. So the guy that did this was heading for the cargo hold, huh? Fine. There were directions and maps printed around the walls of the ship, Hellbound should be able to figure out where that was even if the sounds of explosions and torn bulkheads didn't lead the way. Though he wasn't sure exactly what he wasn't suppposed to let him get any more of, assuming that's what the chef had been trying to say, it didn't really matter. Knocking heads and putting down the bad guys is what Hellbound had been born to do. Just another day on the job, as far as he was concerned. Only this time there was a clock ticking -- nobody else got hurt today because he was moving too slowly. "I'm comin', you rat bastard!" Hellbound shouted as he dashed off in search of his prey.

Hellbound crossed his arms and considered what was being offered. He'd been itching to get onto the doc's gear ever since he got here. It looked like this was finally going to be a chance for him to get a decent workout. "You know? I've never had a chance before to really cut loose. Just push myself as hard as I can and see what I'm made of, what I can take. So how am I supposed to be able to overcome my own limitations if I don't even know what they are? "You bet your ass I'm up for this. Where do we start?"

Hehe... Gods and Monsters? Hellbound liked the sound of that. Had he been around during the ages of empires and polytheism then he might just have been included in those myths. The only question is whethe he'd be a kind and loving god, or one of those angry fire-and-brimstone types? He was pretty sure that he knew the answer to that. Back to the examination, however... "Sorry, Doc, can't anser that one. I don't spend a lot of time bleeding in vacuums or other planets. 'Not that it's easy to get blood out of me in the first place. In fact, I don't think I've even managed to see if the stuff burns under water. "It's not really an explosion, by the way. More just burning like lighter fluid. Not super-hot, but the fumes that come off it are what you have to watch for. It seems to freak some people out, like they're having a bad trip."

Hellbound shrugged again, apparently a common gesture for him. There were a number of things in life he didn't understand and there was typically a universal response for them all. He was easily the type who didn't mind not always knowing what was going on around him. "Dunno." He answered, honestly. "Never really thought about it much. Yeah, I was always tougher and stronger than the kids around me. 'Started out as some pretty minor differences, but it just kept getting more and more extreme as I gerw up. "Got a lot heavier, too. I don't know kilos from car keys, but if what you said earlier is that I'm about twice as heavy as you'd expect, you got that right. That one's another mystery to me, too." Hellbound poked himself while watching the imagery float on display. He'd never been given the chance to see inside of himself before. It was a bit of an eerie experience knowing that the doppelganger standing next to him was his own skeleton. "Is that weird? I mean, do most metahumans know why they can do the things they do?" The only other superhero he'd really talked about this stuff with was Moria. She'd only recently learned about her divine heritage, so up until that point the girl was as much in the dark as Hellbound. He simply assumed that, some day, whatever was resonsible for his own abilities would make itself known in the same way.

I'm good to go -- and I'm fine with the tour taking place off camera. If Avenger's not going to the lair, however, someone else will have to put the sword into a stone for our symbol.

"Aw, crap..." Hellbound looked from the water pouring in to the man laying on the floor. He wondered what he could do about plugging the leak, but most likely the answer was 'not much'. Gigantic holes and rushing water wasn't something you could stop by punching at it, so that left trying to save the guy laying face down in the water. Hellbound went to him and carefully picked the man up. Not really knowing anything about C.P.R. or first aid, about all he could do was throw the guy into a fireman's carry and start heading for better areas of the ship. Maybe someone topside would be able to bring him around, or at least figure out if he were still breathing. "Hey... HEY!" Hellbound shouted to the victim. "You okay? I'm gonna get you out of here, got that?"