Hal Henderics

Deadlift walks to the Right, going deeper into the Sewers

Deadlift leaps up, and like some demented spider, begins crawling along the ceiling of the sewer tunnel, ripping into steel to create handholds. "I will shout, if I find an exit."

Deadlift leaps up to the ceiling, grabbing handfuls of metal and pulling himself up to it. Flexing his mighty legs, Deadlift kicks off of the metal ceiling, and punches the ground with incredible strength. (8 + (3 from Untalented's Bonus) (+5 from empty Action slots) (+125% from Perks)) (Strength After Bonuses: 36)

"So you claim that, if there were lower ground, the poison may go towards it?" Deadlift asks.

Dackly uses Starlight Spear on Gozer, while Gozer uses Starlight Spear to attack Greater Lahmu A with it, dealing 10d4+12 Damage to it! Dackly then turns on Tiamat, blasting them with a Hateful Glare! Petrify applies 12+2d6 Hate Stacks, and applies an Additional Effect based on Coupling Attack!

Deadlift rips the Oz Kit off of one of the scavs, and hooks it onto his own clothing.

Deadlift punches the Scav in the groin again, with another absolutely dignity shattering punch. (2d6+12 Crushing Damage) (+4 Str, +1 Con, +2 Regen Per Turn, for a total of 12 Str, 9 Con, and 2 Regen per turn.)

Deadlift punches the Scav in the groin with one ungodly strong punch. (2d6+12 Crushing Damage) (+4 Str, +1 Con, +2 Regen Per Turn, for a total of 12 Str, 9 Con, and 2 Regen per turn.)

Deadlift shakes his head in the negative and, grabbing Yoko like luggage, explodes with spirit energy, attempting to bait creatures into manifesting in this world. When he spots something that looks human enough, he grabs it by the throat and runs down the hall, towards the Room at 2H.

"I could make some drones with handcuffs, to try to disable them." Law says, already warming up his Alloy Printer.

Grant fires his Roulette Pistol at Gilgamesh, dealing 6d4+12 Damage, if he gets a 6 on a 1d6!

"I'm not going to be deterred by some sour wind." Deadlift takes a deep breath, and then begins gulping down more air into his lungs manually, attempting to use pure muscle to compress a supply of oxygen. He then rushes the door, rips it open, and checks the room at 2D

"I am no Quest Class Demon. My power isn't a proper fit for being used this way." Deadlift gestures to the floor with his free hand, the other still holding the air in place. "I need something to plug the hole"

"I don't suppose you have a solution for more damn gas, do you?" Deadlift claims, pinching his nose as he backs up. "HAA!" He shouts, thrusting his hand at the hole to force spirit energy into it. Deadlift attempts to patch the hole with a membrane of spirit energy infused air.

Well, that was embarrassing, he thinks to himself. Slowly standing up, he dusts off his pants and examines the result. "Ok, Cardboard strategy it is." Deadlift says, before charging the door to punch it really hard.

Deadlift opens the steel door, and explores beyond.

"Hold your breath. I've accidentally breached 3 places filled with toxic gas already in this place." "It wasn't fun." He calmly snarls.

Deadlift flicks the glass.

Deadlift follows Yoko to the Personnel Quarters.

"I could pull it off, if you like." Deadlift claims, toying with his bracer. Growing bored of the others and their nonsense, Deadlift toys with his armored bracer, infusing it with intense energy, while also trying to break it. He succeeds on both accounts, as the armor shatters, and melts into his arm from the intensity of his spirit energy. "Now that's interesting." He says, mostly to himself, flexing his arm, covered in armored fragments.

Deadlift gets off of the wall, standing straight with his arms crossed. "No, leave it open, I'd love to see the God Exterminator at work." Deadlift snarks, not making either claim seriously.

Deadlift mentally shrugs, before following after. Let the weaklings do what comforts them. He knows how power is really gained.

"Sounds like a load of horseshit to me." "You can't become the strongest just by fighting. You have to cut away what makes you weak, and be willing to do anything, or you'll just be some aggressive bug, fighting to stay on top of the dung heap." Deadlift interjects, leaning against one of the steel walls. "I've killed countless people who have fought every second of their life with all their might. It takes ambition, and willpower." "Yoko doesn't give a shit about power, just Violence. I might not agree with her squandering her potential like that, but I can recognize it for what it is."

Deadlift snarls. "All of your words will lose meaning once I grow even stronger." "First, Phantoms and Mutants. Then, Entire stadiums." He turns and walks away.

"No. And neither have you. I've fought a man who was once strong enough to kill countless people stronger than yourself by doing one simple thing." "Existing." "My former master, Toguro. Whatever you may think of me, his strength was greater. Imagine a stadium, filled with humans and demons alike, all of them rapidly dying just from being close to his unleashed form, a warrior whose power was so intense, so filled with malice and wrath, that it ended the lives of those who were in proximity to it." "There exists no exterminator, no matter how large their pests, who could wound a god." Deadlift leans in, a soft smile on his face. "And if they could?" He whispers, like he's letting her in on a joke of some kind. "Then their gods were weak."