09-22-2015, 11:06 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#ffffff', endColorstr='#00ffffff',GradientType=0 );}.erebor1_message{text-align:justify;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding:10px 20px;color:#3C3A3B;}.erebor1_quote{text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform: uppercase;color:#801213;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing: 2px;}.erebor1_quote p{line-height:15px;}.erebor1_name{position:relative;top:8px;font:32px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fff;text-shadow:0 0 4px #801213;letter-spacing:2px;}.erebor1_title{position: elative;top:8px;text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform:uppercase;color:#801213;}.erebor1_italic{text-transform:none;font-style:italic;}</style><center><div class="erebor1_border"><div class="erebor1_container"><div class="erebor1_quote"><p>some are lost in the fire</p><p>some are built from it</p></div><div class="erebor1_message">Erebor watches his opponent carefully when Fennick takes to the sky. He can't keep tabs on the boy with his eyes, but he can sense his heat signature easily enough. When that heat signature finally wheels back around and comes toward him, Erebor is not so silly as to give Fennick a stationary target. No he wouldn't run from a bird, but it's always harder for your enemy to aim when you move, and it's always better for you if it's harder for your enemy to aim. A moving target is hard to hit. And so it is that when Fennick shifts into a stone, the black stallion is already moving and has no plans to stop – that's simply what any good soldier does in battle.
He senses the change as Fennick goes from hot (a living bird producing heat) to cold (an inanimate stone), but it's instinct rather than anything rational that causes him to jump forward, and instinct which causes him to give himself a little push of hot air forward for extra distance. The horse-shaped rock misses Erebor completely as it thunders to the ground.
Fennick had been counting on Erebor staying still and standing his ground, but Erebor had not stayed still at any point, and had not stood his ground. And even if Erebor had stayed perfectly still, scoring a direct hit would not have been easy: a diving bird moving at speed has limited ability to change its trajectory without unfurling its wings and breaking its momentum – in other words, the more effectively Fennick targeted himself, the more he would break the momentum of his dive, and even then without fine last-minute controls that all birds of prey make in the moments before they strike, there's no guarantee of accuracy. Aiming for a moving target without any ability to change trajectory for the last 30 feet? It's no surprise it's a total miss.
As Erebor continues forward, he instinctively strikes out with a pulse of heat, aimed at the horse-sized rock that had just fallen. It's just a pulse, clumsily aimed and not his strongest as he's more focused on dodging out of the way, but it still has the potential to cause a crack in the horse-sized rock or weaken its structural integrity. He isn't making a carefully calibrated, surgical strike, not right now – he's simply following instincts honed from long practice with heat manipulation.
Fennick's dive is a miss, but it is a near miss (after all, the other stallion is a very fast-moving horse-sized rock), and when Fennick hits the ground the impact kicks up some smaller rocks and shrapnel which dig into Erebor's hind pasterns, fetlocks, and the lower part of his cannons. It's just a flesh wound with the occasional superficially embedded small rock, and it will heal in time, but for the moment it’s quite the annoyance, and if theirs was a physical contest it could prove a hassle.
But theirs has yet to be a physical contest, and Erebor doesn’t intend to change that. Continuing to move, he makes wide circles around his opponent. The wounds in his legs burn slightly, but it is no great hindrance – he is not charging, merely moving so that if Fennick tries anything, he's a harder target to hit.
He hopes that Fennick continues to seek safety in the shape of a rock, because that safety is no safety at all. That's one of the beauties of heat: nothing is immune, not if the temperature is hot enough. Even stones can melt – that's where magma comes from. And luckily for Erebor, unlike most conventional ovens he doesn't have a maximum temperature. He's perfectly capable of hitting the 3762 degrees Fahrenheit required to melt Aluminum Oxide, a common stone material and the stone material with the highest melting point. He hardly knows the physics behind it, but being the curious sort and having spent years secluded and playing with his power, he knows that he can melt rocks and about how much heat it takes (you'd try it too, if you were a heat manipulator). He has the knowledge and he will use it.
The temperature around Fennick is instantly raised to a rock-melting, blisteringly hot 3762 degrees Fahrenheit. But this time, it's just the temperature around the boy – in other words, Fennick's interior core won't immediately turn molten, and he'll melt like anything else, from the outside in. This is a deliberate choice by Erebor: he doesn't want to kill Fennick, and so although he could melt the other stallion instantly if he chose to, he decisively avoids it. This way Fennick has warning. This way, Fennick has time to react.
And Fennick's reaction would almost certainly be the same reaction that had saved the Valley stallion before: some form of shifting. Should Fennick persist in being a rock, he will eventually melt. But should he shift to something else, he could perhaps escape the localized area of high heat. And should Fennick be inclined to turn into anything else more heat sensitive prior to Erebor's next attack (say, changing back into a flesh-and-blood horse immediately upon landing) Erebor would simply adjust the heat of his attack to achieve the same nonlethal effect. It would be so much easier if he could just kill Fennick outright – it's keeping him alive that's the real challenge.
But as it is, Erebor simply continues moving, circling and waiting to see what his opponent will do next, knowing that the pinprick pain in his lower hind legs will only get worse if he stops.
<p class="erebor1_name">erebor</p><p class="erebor1_title">heat manipulating lord of the chamber</p><p class="erebor1_title erebor1_italic">warship x straia</p></div><div class="erebor1_gradient"></div><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/erebor1_zpslbiy3h7a.jpg"></div></div></center>
Note: I managed to crash MyBB trying to post this (whoops) so my apologies for any irregularities!
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#ffffff', endColorstr='#00ffffff',GradientType=0 );}.erebor1_message{text-align:justify;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding:10px 20px;color:#3C3A3B;}.erebor1_quote{text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform: uppercase;color:#801213;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing: 2px;}.erebor1_quote p{line-height:15px;}.erebor1_name{position:relative;top:8px;font:32px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fff;text-shadow:0 0 4px #801213;letter-spacing:2px;}.erebor1_title{position: elative;top:8px;text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform:uppercase;color:#801213;}.erebor1_italic{text-transform:none;font-style:italic;}</style><center><div class="erebor1_border"><div class="erebor1_container"><div class="erebor1_quote"><p>some are lost in the fire</p><p>some are built from it</p></div><div class="erebor1_message">Erebor watches his opponent carefully when Fennick takes to the sky. He can't keep tabs on the boy with his eyes, but he can sense his heat signature easily enough. When that heat signature finally wheels back around and comes toward him, Erebor is not so silly as to give Fennick a stationary target. No he wouldn't run from a bird, but it's always harder for your enemy to aim when you move, and it's always better for you if it's harder for your enemy to aim. A moving target is hard to hit. And so it is that when Fennick shifts into a stone, the black stallion is already moving and has no plans to stop – that's simply what any good soldier does in battle. He senses the change as Fennick goes from hot (a living bird producing heat) to cold (an inanimate stone), but it's instinct rather than anything rational that causes him to jump forward, and instinct which causes him to give himself a little push of hot air forward for extra distance. The horse-shaped rock misses Erebor completely as it thunders to the ground.
Fennick had been counting on Erebor staying still and standing his ground, but Erebor had not stayed still at any point, and had not stood his ground. And even if Erebor had stayed perfectly still, scoring a direct hit would not have been easy: a diving bird moving at speed has limited ability to change its trajectory without unfurling its wings and breaking its momentum – in other words, the more effectively Fennick targeted himself, the more he would break the momentum of his dive, and even then without fine last-minute controls that all birds of prey make in the moments before they strike, there's no guarantee of accuracy. Aiming for a moving target without any ability to change trajectory for the last 30 feet? It's no surprise it's a total miss.
As Erebor continues forward, he instinctively strikes out with a pulse of heat, aimed at the horse-sized rock that had just fallen. It's just a pulse, clumsily aimed and not his strongest as he's more focused on dodging out of the way, but it still has the potential to cause a crack in the horse-sized rock or weaken its structural integrity. He isn't making a carefully calibrated, surgical strike, not right now – he's simply following instincts honed from long practice with heat manipulation.
Fennick's dive is a miss, but it is a near miss (after all, the other stallion is a very fast-moving horse-sized rock), and when Fennick hits the ground the impact kicks up some smaller rocks and shrapnel which dig into Erebor's hind pasterns, fetlocks, and the lower part of his cannons. It's just a flesh wound with the occasional superficially embedded small rock, and it will heal in time, but for the moment it’s quite the annoyance, and if theirs was a physical contest it could prove a hassle.
But theirs has yet to be a physical contest, and Erebor doesn’t intend to change that. Continuing to move, he makes wide circles around his opponent. The wounds in his legs burn slightly, but it is no great hindrance – he is not charging, merely moving so that if Fennick tries anything, he's a harder target to hit.
He hopes that Fennick continues to seek safety in the shape of a rock, because that safety is no safety at all. That's one of the beauties of heat: nothing is immune, not if the temperature is hot enough. Even stones can melt – that's where magma comes from. And luckily for Erebor, unlike most conventional ovens he doesn't have a maximum temperature. He's perfectly capable of hitting the 3762 degrees Fahrenheit required to melt Aluminum Oxide, a common stone material and the stone material with the highest melting point. He hardly knows the physics behind it, but being the curious sort and having spent years secluded and playing with his power, he knows that he can melt rocks and about how much heat it takes (you'd try it too, if you were a heat manipulator). He has the knowledge and he will use it.
The temperature around Fennick is instantly raised to a rock-melting, blisteringly hot 3762 degrees Fahrenheit. But this time, it's just the temperature around the boy – in other words, Fennick's interior core won't immediately turn molten, and he'll melt like anything else, from the outside in. This is a deliberate choice by Erebor: he doesn't want to kill Fennick, and so although he could melt the other stallion instantly if he chose to, he decisively avoids it. This way Fennick has warning. This way, Fennick has time to react.
And Fennick's reaction would almost certainly be the same reaction that had saved the Valley stallion before: some form of shifting. Should Fennick persist in being a rock, he will eventually melt. But should he shift to something else, he could perhaps escape the localized area of high heat. And should Fennick be inclined to turn into anything else more heat sensitive prior to Erebor's next attack (say, changing back into a flesh-and-blood horse immediately upon landing) Erebor would simply adjust the heat of his attack to achieve the same nonlethal effect. It would be so much easier if he could just kill Fennick outright – it's keeping him alive that's the real challenge.
But as it is, Erebor simply continues moving, circling and waiting to see what his opponent will do next, knowing that the pinprick pain in his lower hind legs will only get worse if he stops.
<p class="erebor1_name">erebor</p><p class="erebor1_title">heat manipulating lord of the chamber</p><p class="erebor1_title erebor1_italic">warship x straia</p></div><div class="erebor1_gradient"></div><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/erebor1_zpslbiy3h7a.jpg"></div></div></center>
Note: I managed to crash MyBB trying to post this (whoops) so my apologies for any irregularities!