Maze

crit hit against Spartan Ouch sorry, guess I dont know my own strength.

Je'La watched as her challenger roared, his words lost but the meaning clear enough. He sought to fight her, even going so far as to disrobe. Je'La wouldnt not lose face by denining him. Dropping to the ground, she would have matched his gesture, but without knowing how to remove the suit she'd been clothed in, she insted pulled back her fist and Landed a crushing blow against the warrior

Sarah watched a young man walk by, carrying a stack of papers. A quick overlook of the papers showed they were delivers. And his face told him the rest. Poor guy, unhappy with his lot, disappointed and eager for more. He didnt want to be running errands, he wanted more. He noticed Sarah and walked over, his smile a bad mask to hide his own questions. After his greeting, Sarah gave an equally weak smile "If you dont like running errands, you shouldnt. Lives are little more thirty thousand days." Sarah blinked. Perhaps she'd overstepped her bounds. Most people liked recieving advise. "Im sorry...I shouldnt have..." She looked away, a little nervious. "My name is Sarah, Im a new studnet here...um...its very nice to meet you Darian" Sarah left out her title. Being introduced as Dr. Sarah at such a young age unnerved peope. She looked back at her guards and gave them a nod "You two can leave now, I'll be fine" The men hesitated, but did as told and departed.

March 30th Sarah gazed out the window, watching the scenery passing by. The world outside, playing itself out before her at 15.98972672 Meters per Second. Oak trees, Fagaceae Quercus, dotted the landcape, scattered according to the dictates of the soil quality and sunlight scattering through the ozone. She sighed, closing her eyes. Not like it mattered much. Open or closed, her senses took it all in, cataloged for later use. 24 hours, 43 minutes and 18 seconds prior, she'd been infoming the pentagon that she was going to be moving to freedom city, a hub both of scienctific learning and superhuman specimines, displaying a spectrum of physical phenomina, each a quintessent gem, their origens and abilities nearly defying explination. Nearly. It was here Sarah intended to make residence, specifically at Clarmont acadamy. Statistics dictated that her living at a school for young adults whom possessed abilities surpassing normal humans would provide her with the best chance of finding someone like her. Maybe. The pentagon had opposed, claiming it was dangerious. Sarah had cited that Freedom city's police force and high presence of vigilantess were more than enough protection. They claimed that having her out of contact was a threat to national security. She'd promised to remain in contact via cellular communications as well as e-mail. Finally they said what if the worst should happen and another country kidnap her. Sarah had sighed. Why couldnt they see it her way? The entire debat was tedious. THey knew full well they were in no position to keep her, she was neither employed to them nor had promised them her services. She aided them because she had no reason not to, not because she had any desire to. But now she wanted to leave, and her undeniable logic had forced them to accept. She was provided an armed escort to the school. Sarah had agreed, and departed 14 hours later. And now she arrived, the school grounds streaching out before her. She knew that, more than likely, things would not work out. Experiance had taught her that the very mind which made her so special also made her indecipherable. People didnt understand her, and she didnt understand them. But at the same time, she didnt want to lose that connection, no matter how weak it had become. She feared what she might become should it break entirly. The unmarked black sedan pulled to a stop, and one of the black suited agents opened the door for Sarah as the other fetched her bags. Sarah brushed a lock of hair from her eyes, commiting the school's visage to her vast, unforgetting memory. And, steading herself, Sarah pssed through the security gate, and then into the school itself.

THe woman assured Je'La her beast is tame and wont harm her That does little to stop its roar of life as the beast awakens from its slumber from startling Je'La. She forcerd herself to take a few deep breaths, she slowly relaxed. Her companion asks about music. While its true that at times of celebration, storys of old were sung around the fire, the strange etherial sounds which float out of the air were nothing like Je'La expected. "Noise...where come from?" She ask, her head turning around trying to find its sourse "Magic?"

The earth woman looks me over for a time, and then says we should go. Je'la walked along with her out of the allyway, hearing her words, but not able to understand them, so she mearly listened in silence. Out of he rpocket, she pulls several strps of metal, they jangle together almost musically. A shriking noise erupts from one of the nearby car-beasts, is eyes flashing bright, causing Je'LA to leap backwords, expecting it to charge or attack, but it dosnt, it only sits there. The earth girl cally enters into the beast. She does not seem overly concerned by the creatures outburst. It opens towards Je'la, and the woman invits her to sit. Carefully moving, ready to strike if this is some manner of trap, should the beast spring, she edge closer. It dosnt react to her touch, so Je'la enters, clearly uncomfortable, but not expressing her concern.

As Je'La rose above the battle, her opponent racted quickly, leaping up to grab hold of her. He succeded in grabbing hold of her, but unlike herself, this warrior was not able to take to the skies, and without this advantage, she Easily gained a hold on the brawler With a growl, she gripped his leg with her hands and spun him around, thwoing him into the ground as she released a primal roar, feeling the rush of battle flow in her vains.

how would damage be determined?

Or I could throw him, right? like into the ground, maybe for damage

going back, if I want to slam Spartan into a building while he's grappling me, how would I do that? Although I suppose I should at least get the opposed grapple check out of the way. Victory 1d20+19=36 Ok, so Ive won the grapple...what can I do with it?

I think you need the chokehold feat for that

Kinda. I have more than enough strength to hold him up (effective str 50) so thats not a problem. Im just trying to figure out how this is going to work. For instance, do I relaly need to make an opposed grapple. If I wanted to, I could just fly both of us into a building or the ground (In both cases using his body to take most of the impact)or take off for the stratosphere. Even if he establishes a pin, so long as were both in the air, it would seem he's more at my mercy than I am at his. So Im just trying to figure how those would work, specifically the crashing and elevator trip up to the atmosphere.

So the spartan guy jumped up and is grappling me again. So....how does this work??? Do I crash or just hover there holding him up? Can I still fly? Im really lost here.

Je'La sighed, the woman continuing to press her offer. She claims earth custom is to offer food to the hungry. If this is so, than it would be rude to say no. Perhaps it waas the hunger, or perahps it was just the emotional strain of having woken up from a fifty year sleep onto an alien world and having to reconcile with the fact that she was never going home, but Je'La felt inclined to take the offer. She curled her hands into fists, and struck her knuckles together with enough force that her joints cracked and the ground shuddered. It was a custom from her people, a way of like a salute "Je'La accepts, is in earth woman debt"

Je'La blinked. Food would be good, but would it be right to accept it. To accept aid from one's own tribe was not dishonerable, but to take from another with whom you shared no bounds and whom owed you no debt was not right. "No need...ch..." Je'la had to think the word carefully, its shape on her toung strange and forign "cherity"

A noise, not rough and harsh like th growl of the metal beasts humans used for tavel. What were they? Cars? Not born, but built. No, the sound wasnt like that. Footsteps? Perhaps. The rock like texture of the city was different, the sounds were altered because of this, echoing around her. Je'La did not like it here. Around one of the edges of the man made pillars....what was the word...building. Yes, around the building came the cry of a woman. Je'La did not answer immeadiatly, as her graps of the earth toung was fumbling and narrow. Je'La could see the speaker, clear as day, her eyes able to read the warmth of the living, even in the dark. Perhaps by human standards, she was beautiful. Je'La did not understand the intricies of human courtship, nor did she wish to learn them. She'd asked that Je'La come out of hiding, saying there was something called a 'shelter' where she could stay. What this 'shelter', Je'La did not know. Emerging into the illumination of one of the tree's which humans made to capture the sun....streetlamps?...Je'La addressed the woman, her tone haltering and unsure as she muled through each word "No...Je'La is hungry, scavange for foods. Earth female leave Je'La alone yes?" Je'La really didnt want to fight on the matter. On a whole, most humans were pathetically weak. How they'd survived so long was a mystery. It was only a chance few whom were powerful enough to stand on there own two feet. If pressed to leave before eating, Je'La would fight back. She didnt want to do this because there was no honor in defeating someone far below your own strnegth.

The stick-thrower takes the blow from my eyes and is wounded. Good, that will show him not to overpresume himself and lay a finger on a superior hunter. He tries to stirke me with another of his tiny spears, but its flys far off course, before erupting into a web of cords. The purpse of this action escapes me. However, the scar covered warrior rushes me and though I am no slouch at brawling in such a manner, his movments are unlike any I have encountered and he manages to get my limbs pinned. However, this stiuation does not last long, for the silver clad hunter strikes the scar covered one, knocking him off. While I appriciate the aid, I regret having needed it in the first place. "Ze Tuk Laal Sha" I shout, telling the silver hunter not to inturupt my fight before curling my hand into a fist and Narrowly missed striking the armoerd foe. It was to crampt, there wasnt enough room to fight. She took to the skies, to gain the advantage of higher ground.

So close... Failed my opposed grapple Damage? Pin? Throw?

Je'La's might scattered the two men like leaves in the wind The challenger with the battle scars attempts to frighten me, but I am not some child to go running in fear from such a display. One does not surive long, showing such weakness. His companion drew a weapon of some kind, a curfed shaft with a string along one edge, which which he was able to project a flurry of spear like sticks at the silvery man. The stick thrower was hiding behind his beast. Je'La felt the surge of energy in her eyes as the beams of force shot out. He'd struck the silver hunter and was cowering behid his beast. She'd show him what happened to such cowardance.

No, it wasnt. It was the super strength feat shockwave. Its a reflex then toughness save.

Roll innatitive natural 20

The shiny coated man gestured towards one of the beasts, exclaiming a loud Boom! As he did so. She got the general idea of what he was saying. The man was asking her to destroy the beast. I shake my head. These beasts were not good to eat, and I had no desire to kill an animal for no reason. Waste nothing that is the way of survival. Je’la then saw another man approaching, this one riding on a smaller animal, perhaps the child of one of the larger creatures which she’d already battled. This newcomer spoke to the scar covered warrior. They seemed to be preparing to fight, yelling erupted between them and the Silver covered man, whom gestured to a large painting of himself. Clearly he was a respected hunter among his people to be depicted on such a grand scale. If these two men seek to battle such a renown hunter, they will have to defeat me first and earn that right. I bellow my war cry, facing the two. I slam my hands together with a jarring force, the shockwave of my strenght ripping through the air towards the two, blasting everything in its path.

Je'La sulked as she searched through the trash for a few scraps of food. Once she was a hunter, a warrior. Once she had pride, and once she had known her place in the world. Only now, she no longer had her world, but was marrooned in a strage sphere far from home with no hope of returning to her people. She lived alone, surving as a scavanger, pulling what sustinance she could from the human waste. Once she had her pride, but she had been forced to swollow that along with the garbage in order to survive.

Je'La wrinkled her nose a little. This hunter had the air of someone who loved themselves to much. To take pride in your strenght was one thing, to fancy yourself a god was another entirly. It irked her, but she did not let the matter bother her to much. As he was the first person she'd encountered in this place who had not sought battle with her, she was greatful for that at least. Another man arrived, this one powerful built and with the man scars of combat. Je'La looked him over once in silence, mearly observing t this point.

A strange being calls out to me. He has appeared from behind me, standing atop the slain body of one of the animals I slew. He looks similar to them in that his body shines like water, reflecting the sunlight. Only his face is lacking this mysterious fur. He must be a skilled hunter to have collected so many coats of these beasts to make his clothing from. He moves towards me, but his mothins neither aggressive nor violent. He dosnt not seem to desire combat. Perhaps he's already seen my strength. Je'la looked him over once before responding. "Puta chabb nos val mesha le pu je veqa" a respectful greeting from one hunter to another. Curling her fingers into fists, she struck her kncks together hard enought that her fingers cracked, as was a proper greeting.