OMFG

Talking about normal Star Platinum? 2 second time stop max, and the enemy must be within 2 meters for him to actually be able to reach the enemy to strike.

Speed, strength, power, not much Krillin isn't better at. Fuck, Krillin stomps prime All-Might while he's at it.

Unless it's O.H, where Jotaro becomes like a God because "Same type of Stand", he gets absolutely, reverse, through the legs, full court, behind the back, 360, no scoped, stomped.

Komi, being the clever girl that she was, had guessed correctly. Corvo's blade was powerfull, but not powerful enough to sever the chains that bounded Hutch. The more he attempted to cleave them, the stronger the chains would pull on Hutch's arms, causing pain as his ligaments began to stretch. If this continued, his body would be pulled apart.

"I agree with Hellsing over there, when do we punch the bad guys? Also, these rooms come with a minibar, or do we have to buy our own drinks? What's the wifi password? Can we bring chicks into our rooms? Do we have a swimming pool? Also.... actually nope that's all the questions I have." Questions asked, he'd lean back into his chair, making tiny plasma arcs between his fingers to pass the time. He did actually care about stopping crime, although this was the first time he'd actually work with a team.

You guys forget Sheppard needs to go on a buttload of quests to get the person to fall for him. Chicks dig single dads with beards 🧐

If you combine the forced of Dr. Fate and Dr. Strange, I'm not sure Zatanna can do much. Can she even beat one of the uncombined?

Wait so these guys are just duking it out with scuba suits on? Looks like whoever hits the other's air tank could win, just slash it and swim away, right?

*Inhale* "You see, when I was a boy..."

I'm giving this one to Mr. Fantastic, he can figure his way out of the maze by stretching his arms all around like some sort of snake, once that's done, I think he can take on Doc Ock in a fist... appendage fight.

OOC: I pictured like, a morphsuit or something, my bad! IC: Floating back down to his seat, he'd call over to Ray. "Yeah dude, listen to blue hair and the butler, the more the merrier right? Punching stuff is cool too, even the supermodel guy with the whip can take out the baddies, like some sort of archeologist from a movie franchise or something."

"Mercury? You look more like a Speedbald to me! Can you do this?" Bastille rose from his seat, still maintaining the seated position as he began to levitate around the room. "It's not as fun when I'm drink though, I'll admit."

If I get to wank my own character here for a bit.... Of course I won't vote for myself! Bullseye once killed 4 dudes by flicking screws at them, the guy doesn't miss. Killed a dude with a folded up dollar bill. His bones are laced with adamantium. He's deflected shots while wearing handcuffs, and those shots killed the guys who fired them.

Does Tommy have access to the GTA cheat codes? Haha, this is a complete stomp!

As he walked backwards, the door opened with a click, spring access to the cabin. An ordinary room, with papers spread on the table, a map with a compass, a sundial, and various other navigational tools. Behind the desk, the entrance to the the lower deck of the ship.

"Oh man, time travel and teleportation, that's pretty cool there lady, I'm digging the hair too." He said, leaning back as he reached to Voyd's power and introduction. "Me? Oh I control plasma, I can fly around and stuff, make swords, whatever. My name's Bastille by the way, you might've heard of me. Except whatever you saw on Herogram, don't trust that, fake news." Holding up his hand, he'd flick a small purple ball of plasma between his fingers, like one would do with an ordinary coin. "Purple's my color I guess, or pink...Purple Pink? Beats me. No tragic backstory here, just lived a normal childhood and decided to use my powers for good, boring, I know. I've been doing this hero stuff for years, quietly though. Of course, I wasn't making much money out of it, that's why I'm here now."

As the plank between the ships groaned under the stress of the weight of the crew, they would cross into the Pirate's Ship, leavings The Angel Steve alone, per Erine's assurance. From above the deck all seemed quiet, just scorch marks, blood, and debris from the earlier confrontation litter the starboard. The bodies of the dead sprawled across the deck, bits and pieces here and there. The entrance to the lower deck is through the Captain's cabin, but on first attempt Erine is not able to make the door budge. Upon closer inspection, she would notice some writing on the wall. "To go forward, you must go back...? What the heck does that mean?"

MemeGuy has a point, comics Scarlett Witch has bent reality with the House of M storyline.

After the looting of all the dead bodies, like a pack of vultures attacking roadkill, the team would hear banging coming from below the deck of the pirate's ship, loud thumping noises, whimpering. It seemed something was below the first floor of the pirate ship, was it friend...or foe? "Hey, I think I hear something thumping and whimpering coming from the second floor of the pirate ship, do you think it's friend, or foe?" Erine would ask, pointing at the ship after having recollected her apples.

The giant paw slapping on her on the back sent her to her knees. As she fell dozens of apples rolled out of her dress, rolling around the deck of the ship. "An apple away keeps the clerics away, or whatever the saying is, hehe" She laughed, picking up the apples that were dropped.

OOC: Use this thread to talk without advancing the actual plot.

Erine has been quite, listening to Cliff's orders to reload, and reload, and reload. She knew she could help out more, after all she had spent so many years training. As the fight raged around her, and as Corvo and the Pirate Captain flailed wildly with their blades like she used to do as a young child with sticks... In fact she thinks she actually managed to at least hit something back in the day... That's when she saw her opportunity, a lone pirate, gushing blood and limping up and down the ship. She pulled an apple out of her buxom, carefully aiming it she threw it. The apple bonked the pirate on the side of head, causing him to go overboard and fall into the deadly waters below. Only the Captain was left.

The Pirate Captain was furious! He lost the vast majority of his crew, and not a single one of them had managed to get a hit on anyone! Enough was enough he thought, disengaging from Corvo, he pulled out his crossbow and fired a shot at Cliff to get him off the cannon, but he missed He took another stab at Corvo, but he missed.

As the crew complimented the Captain, smacked a piece of wood with another piece of wood, and missed a swing, two pirates got busy waking up their sleeping friends. Having decided that they were tired of being mocked, the remaining pirate began to cross the plank, their eyes set on Darker and Viantius. They licked their lips menacingly "I always liked da turtle soup meself!" Shouted out Pirate #6, with a name like that, he was destined to be a disposable pirate henchman.

Stunned by the sudden death of his wizard, and furious at Corvo for hurting her, the Pirate Captain lashed out at Corvo in anger, but still he missed. Pulling up his loaded crossbow, he took a shot at Farley, hoping to finally be able to hit something, but yet again, he missed badly. Boy, just lots of misses everywhere, it seemed everyone was rusty all around.