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Fights that won't happen IC can happen here. Feel free to explode as many things as you want as you show off your powerlevels.
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Costin Andrei
The sound of falling rain deafened the silence of the dead night. Under the bright shine of the moon, Costin stood atop the world; an endless number of stone columns filled the wide space of the area, each of different height as if struggling to reach the heavens.
Yes, this was strange indeed. Costin remembered everything: the ice magician, the swordsman, the explosion...
He had died, yet he now lived, for some reason.
Then he saw him, the man who had single handedly caused his demise. His liberator who freed him from the unending curse that had been forced upon him. He couldn't help but smile with glee. After all, he did have an unfinished score to settle.
However, the Apostle knew this wouldn't be like the last time. No, for one, the moon was now at it's fullest, thus granting him the possibility to give his all without being restricted by the cycles. Not only that, but he wasn't hungry anymore. The insatiable thirst that burdened him and maddened him was no more... he was full.
Now baring his fangs with an immaculately wide grin, he howled.
"We meet once again, magician! Do you remember me?" Asked the vampire, feeling a newfound vigour empowering him.
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Grenth
Grenth looked into the sky as the water pinged off his armor and the wet ground around him froze. He looked to the top of the tallest spire and there he saw the abomination calling to him. Not that he could hear him.
Well it seems like he would be able to dispense justice personally after all. He held out a hands as he called a beast to him. It was a Flesh Golem, but many times the size of a normal one.
It would be better to call it a Flesh Colossus.
And with an air shattering roar it swung its axe hand at the pillar, shattering the base completely.
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Costin Andrei
The abrupt appearance of the flesh beast surprised the heretic. While the size was impressive by itself, what shocked him the most was how abrupt it's appearance was. He had no time to think, for before he knew it, the giant had swing it's axe, destroying the column Costin stood upon.
"Tsk, you could have said hi at the very least, jackass!", he roared as he leapt from the column before it crumbled. As Costin rose to the skies, he glared at the armoured man.
"...Grenth!" He yelled, now gritting his teeth in what would almost resemble a blood curling smile. Suddenly, twenty razor sharp chains erupted from each of his arms, each spiralling and moving at incredible speed towards the magician with the intention to shred him to pieces...
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Grenth
As the pillar crumbled Grenth formed a table and chain made of ice, and placed the bottle of brandy on the table. He then proceeded to make cups and poor himself a drink.
Meanwhile the man fell from the sky, yelling Grenth’s name, swinging chains of blood at the man. But it was shortlived as the Colossus swung its other arm, the chains impacting with the beast body, sending the vampires flying through multiple other pillars. And a second later the wounds on the giant vanished.
Grenth then took a sip of the quality brandy, and let lose a sigh of relief.
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Costin Andrei
Costin's chains wouldn't reach Grenth. The colossal flesh monster swung it's arm with a titan's might, sending Costin and the chains flying across multiple pillars. His teeth clenching against the shock, he let out a sound resembling grinding gears. However, it was none other than his laughter.
"Yes... this is fun!" He thought as his body crashed against the stone floor, leaving nothing but a crater. Yes, the vampire enjoyed this, the impossible challenge of fighting an opponent miles stronger than he could ever be filled his hearth with unspeakable glee...
His whole body now coloured of a sickly crimson, he touched the ground with the palm of his hands, the floor now erupting in a crimson glow as countless patterns travelled across the distance until surrounding Grenth.
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Grenth
The beast roared and charged, crushing multiple other spires at it ran at the man, picking up a giant boulder with its fingered hand, the one it used to send the vampire flying.
But the blood surged along the ground towards Grenth. But it was short lived. The necromancer waved his hand as he took a sip of brandy, and with it a wave of magical energy was sent out. The blood which was moving at such rapid speeds suddenly stopped. It was Grenth’s flesh sculpting, the ability to manipulate blood, sinew, bone… all the things that make the human body what it is.
He them leaned back in his chair more and took out a newspaper and laid it against the table of magical ice. He then took another sip of his drink.
As this occurred the beast continued to change, before attempting to crush the man with the boulder in its hand.
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Costin Andrei
"Hah, nice trick there..." snarled the vampire. It seemed even that technique wouldn't work on the magician. In the blink of an eye, blood erupted from Costin's back, forming crimson wings.
Taking flight, he now flew at a tremendous speed towards Grenth, using blood chains to zip around the columns and the broken rubble, swinging around them in order to avoid the flesh colossus.
He was now approaching the old man, barely a few meters separated them both. At that very instant, two halberds formed on each of Costin's hands. Now using his legs and wings, he pushed in order to propel himself towards the magician even faster.
"Are you enjoying your drink sir!?", Costin yelled as he charged with the two blood halberds.
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Grenth
The Colossus roared as the man escaped to the air and darted at its master. It began to chase.
Said master put down his drink and newspaper, hearing the roar of his beast, and watched as the man darted though the air and around the pillars. Then, using one of them a jumping board he dived at Grenth.
Then Grenth spoke, “I suppose one play thing isn’t enough for you.” And he tapped his foot, calling another one of his beasts with a pulse of magic.
But no beast appeared as the vampire dived at the necromancer. Then there was an explosion of stone as a giant worm, a remodeled flesh golem, shot out of the ground and swallowed the vampire, before burrowing back into the ground like a jumping dolphin in the sea… just wormier.
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Costin Andrei
The battle frenzied vampire took no heed to the flesh beast, now a worm-like monster popping from the ground. Before he had the time to react, he was swallowed by the creature, now sinking once again into the bottom.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" he roared, feeling a monstruous bloodrush, his soul now burning with fierceness as he sank further and further. Wasting no time, he slashed away furiously, hacking relentlessly at the beast from it's very innards. Costin used incredible speed and might to carve the worm from the inside out.
However, the regenerating abomination would heal it's wounds. No, it looked more like the flesh stitched itself back.
"This gets more interesting by the second!" Cutting furiously not unlike a rabid beast, he tore the creature's flesh with his halberds. Wasting no time, he escaped from the torn gap before it stitched itself once more.
He grabbed onto the edge of the underground hole, looking up at the path leading to the surface. The vampire suddenly stopped smiling. In a breath's notice, chains leapt from the apostle's flesh, Costin using them to move at tremendous speeds, now exiting the hole burrowed by the monster.
Bursting from the hole, the crimson bullet now looked at the mage. Grenth drinking calmly, as if detached from the duel itself.
Letting a monstrous roar, Costin writhed midair as numerous thorns erupted from his blood-red body, each aiming for the old magician.
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Grenth
As the vampires cut his way out of the worm the colossus continued to charge. Then as the man jumped out of the hole he was body checked by the giant colossus, which kept charging, smashing the man though multiple other pillars in a constant rush.
Meanwhile the thorns stopped in mid air, turned to ice and fell harmlessly to the ground by wave of Grenth's hand.
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Costin Andrei
Tossed like a cannonball, the battered vampire flew across the area, crashing violently against a great number of pillars.
The area now completely filled with rubble, all that stood amidst the destruction was Costin's inert body.
His smile had now completely faded, all that stood on his sickly red face was a serious expression, lips unmoving as the vampire's limbs twitched...
Rising from the blown concrete rubble, the vampire held both his arms up, standing in front of the flesh giant. He had answers he wished to get from the magician first.
Yes, something... wasn't right.
Blown away again and again by the colossus's mad charge, the dead apostle's crimson armour slowly crumbled, revealing torn flesh and bone.
But before the mass of flesh crushed his body, the vampire let out a great cry.
His blood-red wings now growing considerably, in a hair's breath, a powerful force slammed Costin Andrei as he looked up at the mighty giant.
"YesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesYES!!"
Bones, flesh and innards pounded to dust, the stone area itself shook from the force of the blow. Cracks formed in the very floor that held the pillars in place, a powerful shockwave blew the fighting stage. One by one they all crumbled, dust now clouding everything.
A dead silence under the moonlight, the rain itself had nothing short but stopped in response to this display of might.
But Costin Andrei was not the rain.
In the blink of an eye, countless crimson blade-like profusions popped from the colossus's fist. Shredding the muscle mass with sharp blood-red wings, something moved up the giant's arm.
Suddenly, a burst of crimson erupted from the monster's shoulder. And in the blink of an eye, this indescribable mass flew towards the armoured mage. Mangled flesh and torn limbs dangling ungracefully, all that remained was a true beast.
"GRENTH!!!" Andrei roared, flying towards the magician like a scarlet missile. This time he wouldn't be so careless, he couldn't afford to fool around any longer. Normally he wouldn't have cared if he received a thousand wounds, but it seemed the flesh titan's attack had put the vampire in place. Senses now sharpened to the utmost extremes, the red bullet charged towards Grenth.
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Grenth
Grenth felt it before it happened, the buildup of magical energy from a source other than his own. So he decided, he would give the man what he wanted. He would crush the man with his own might.
So Grenth stood and began to chant as his colossus was ripped to shreds. His magical energy collected in his hands
“There is now not a single
leaf on the cherry tree:
except when the jay
plummets in, lights, and,
in pure clarity, squalls:
then every branch
quivers and
breaks out in blue leaves.”
The then a wave of white shimmering dust released at the man, as he dove for Grenth calling his name, “Blossoming Winter.”
The man in his charge hit it, and as soon as the flakes touched something the blossomed. From the fine powder, from each small white crystal, a torrent of black ice was released. The ice stopped all things that were frozen by it in space, as it expanded to form what looked light a brilliant black tree made of crystal.
This was one of Grenth’s original spells, it manipulated ice’s ability to expand when forming, and it amplified the idea of ‘freezing’ locking away all caught within it.
There would be no escape.
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Mordred
I fell asleep? Mordred was not in the place she was before, and the surroundings around were too non-descript to be part of reality. Clearly she had difficult night so she dosed off. And given she was unwounded, with her spear at her side and without depleted reserves of energy it could be nothing more than fantasy. "Heh, I wonder what kind of dream I'll have this time" she wondered, eyeing the surroundings for any unexpected development.
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Crest
Crest was lost. Well, it was not the first time. He looked around the woods, desperately trying to find some defining feature other than the sea of trees. He sighed as he walked, making sure to make a little noise as possible. He then heard a noise, the sound of someone getting up, prompting him to hide.
Rejection of Sound
He climbed a tree and saw the armored person. Armor that reminded him of the damn Saint’s guard, it was a pity, she had a nice face after all. So he did the only thing he could do, he cocked an arrow as he stood on a branch and took aim. And then he let it lose, the arrow streaking towards her unguarded head.
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Mordred
Maybe it was her sheer luck, but the arrow narrowly missed the target, the arrowtip brushing her cheeks and carving a wound in her face.
"!"
Dream or not, pain was vivid enough to put her on edge, as she was in life or death situation once again. Covering her face with her hand instinctually, her aura flared, surrounding her with crackling manifestation of fire element.
"I will kill the bloody wanker! I don't know where you are, but don't expect mercy!"
What was disturbing though was that she could not hear the arrow coming.
(OOC: Armor of the Element's Fury is used as a Contract)
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Crest
‘Tsk, rooky error.’ He missed, that is really uncommon. Oh well, what is done is done. Now he has to worry about the person he just attacked. Oh, and she definitely was not a servant of the saint, it seemed like she was a half demon if anything if the fire was any distinction.
He hopped off the tree, it was surprisingly tall, but not a sound being made. When he hit the ground he drew his machete he swung it at the tree.
Rejection of Matter.
The rejection ate though the tree, and it began to fall in the direction of the woman.
And then he quickly went into hiding once again.
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A lone figure sitting in a full lotus in before a calm lake, while the quiet sounds of the forest echo around him. An image that might have been ideal if not for two things. One, the figure's attire couldn't be associated with that typical of a holy man of any culture, consisting of a loose fitting grey tunic and black pants. Two, there were four presences arranged around him, none of them with any definable shape or form.
It's nice that we haven't had to fight in a while, but we probably should have expended some energy. It's more than a little boring to sit idle just so we can maintain control over our reserves.
You're the one who let them fill up, so you really have not right to complain. And besides, it's not like we're going to waste the energy.
Adjutor takes a deep breath, stilling himself completely before letting it out. Thusly prepared, he starts preparing Shield Concept after Shield Concept, with the intention of improving his casting time with the Concept through simple repetition in addition to burning off mana until his reserves are at a manageable level.
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Mordred
A falling tree was not something she could take on head on, so she stepped to the side as quickly as she could. To her annoyance, whoever attacked her seemed to be able to hide his presence somehow.
Then she touched nearest tree standing, setting it on fire with her elemental aura. The fire began to encroach on the other parts of the forest. That seemed to be an insane move, but Mordred enjoyed large degree of protection from the element es long as she kept her elemental 'armor' on.
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Crest
He watched as the woman sidestepped the falling tree and looked for him. He fiddled with his knife, tying some wire to the end of it.
Then she did the last thing Crest expected. She touched a tree with her palm and then she set the forest ablaze.
"You have got to be kidding me" he thought as he began to retreat. Slightly, putting distance between him and the flames. However there was one benefit. He released the rejection of sound; the roar of the fire would drown out any sound he made. He stuffed the knife back into his holder and drew his bow again.
Then he cocked another arrow, and the arrow turned black.
Rejection of Matter!
And the arrow flew at the woman who stood within the blaze, immediately turning around and running, fleeing from the flames. Attempting to lead her to a more fitting terrain.
"15 arrows to go..." He muttered in his run. Drawing his machete and leaving left slash marks in the passing wood wood, leaving a fairly easy trail to track.
It would not be any good to lose his pray after all.
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Noel looked around. She saw she was in a forest; with a small lake in a clearing. The full moon shone overhead, reflecting eerily off the lake, mist lazily drifting from the lake into the forest. A lone man sat meditating at the lake, surrounded by four floating elementals.
Where am I? She reached up, and felt the tiara on her forehead. I don't remember transforming...
She slowly walked towards the man at the lake, closing the gap between them.
“Excuse me, do you know where we are?” she called out timidly.
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"You're here, silly!" A mighty voice roared. A dark imposing silouhette pierced the night like a blade.
Crimson eyes dissimulated by dark sunglasses, he looked up at the lady with utmost curiosity.
"Well, to be more exact..." He uttered before leaping from the branch,
"...you're here in a very special slaughter party."
Having now landed, his posture resembled one of an animal, a wild beast observing wherabouts in search of prey. "There is something that wants us dead... been searching it for a while, but didn't find anything for now. Ya don't seem to be it, so no worries. Altough..."
Now removing his sunglasses, he looked directly into the woman's eyes. "If you want to live here for a bit longer, you should keep your guard up, capiche?" the vampire spoke, before turning to the man in the middle of the lake.
"Do you know each other by any chance?" Costin now inquired.
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PARIAH
The sentient virus rested in the deeper part of the forest. He really didn't need to. Tiredness didn't exist for him. But with nothing to do but wait for the next being to be dropped here with him resting was a useful way to the pass the time. He was patient.
But then he could hear a voice. An extremely loud one closer to the clearing where the lake was. So PARIAH roused himself, and as he did hundreds of impossibly thin strings of biomass retracted back into him. A warning system wouldn't be necessary anymore.
His pace began and stayed slow and steady as he neared the lake. Then he saw the new arrivals. Two men and one woman. The childlike virus moved behind a tree and poked his head out in the least subtle manner out from behind it. If anyone was looking they would find him, and that was fine. There was no point in chasing your prey if they would simply come to you.
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Adjutor doesn't move from his position, continuing to create more Shield Concepts for later use while Xarrest handles the task of responding to the individuals querying him. One girl and one hormonal teen, judging by their voices.
Okay, maybe not hormonal so much as just plain over-the-top.
"No, we don't know each other, just like I don't know you," Xarrest says, "You sound like the theatric type, though. Furthermore, if there is something hunting us, would it not be best to attract as little attention to ourselves as possible?"
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Noel shuddered at the man wearing sunglasses, hugging herself to try and stay calm.
“S-something’s hunting us! No way. This can’t be happening. Why are you taking off your glasses?”
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Furthermore, if there is something hunting us, would it not be best to attract as little attention to ourselves as possible?"
Costin frowned at the man's reply, visibly displeased at what he just heard, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "No no no no no, you don't get it. We are the ones who will do the hunting, unless you want to be the one being eaten that is."
Baring his fangs for a second, he looked directly in the man's eyes. "In that case, I will be more than happy to oblige... but I rather not.".
Now looking at the woman, he snapped his fingers. "Well then, I am sure you don't want to be hunted, in that case you should become the hunter instead!", Costin declared.
"As for the glasses... well, it was to reveal myself properly, after all, it would not be appropriate to fight without knowing one another. Know yourself and the enemy and the like..."
Glancing at both strange fellows, he sighed.
"We need to stick together if we want to kill whatever's after our collective asses, so let's get going."
Rising from his initial posture, he lifted is head in order to take a good breath, smelling the air with careful and utmost attention...
"And I got a lead." Declared the heretic, a tint of glee in his voice as he glared at what laid behind the trees, a slight grin formed on his face.
"Hehehe, this will be fun..." Costin murmured.
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PARIAH
The predator leaned out more and more from behind the tree as he heard one of them men speak.. Then, purposefully, the virus fell over out into plain view and stared at the trio for a few seconds before running back behind the tree with all the grace and speed of a child. The lure was set.
From there it was easy to tint his cheeks with red, simulate the beating of a heart in his chest, and began to breathe a little harder. He wouldn't allow anything to give him away.
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Adjutor stops at the mention of a hunt, having prepared no less than thirty-six Shield Concepts, and turns around, eyes flashing silver as he releases the seal on them.
"Hmm...Blood magic," Adjutor notes, "And you seem to be rotting a bit."
Then the not-human declares that he's found a lead, right in time for a small child to fall over out into the open.
"A kid. We're hunting a kid," Adjutor looks at the not-human, "Really?"
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"A kid? How could this little boy be hunting us, he's probably just lost."
Squatting slightly and putting her hands on her knees, she said, "Come on out, you don't need to hide from us, we won't hurt you. Do you know where your mommy and daddy went?"
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"...strange, a kid shouldn't be here, not in this place." Costin muttered under his breath before holding his arm in front of Noel, blocking her path.
"Please, let me handle this, woman.", the vampire nonchalantly requested before advancing, dull crimson eyes observing attentively the child's every movement.
"The hell..."
He looked like a normal kid alright, but something was off... it was as if his every action was restrained and controlled without any wasted movement, something about him was odd.
Slowly approaching the child, they were now only a few inches apart, the stench of sewage reeked from the little chap. Amused by the cute display, Andrei kneeled before lightly patting the child on the head.
"Hey, hey, what an odd little fellow we have here... you lost or something?" the vampire asked, doing his best to hide his blood thirst, eyes shut and mouth curled in a wide smile.
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PARIAH
The virus stared at the face of the smiling man who was patting his head. PARIAH's tiny hand reached up and grabbed onto the man's nose. His grip tightened with supernatural strength before the child pulled the vampire's head down until they were level, and in an instant his other hand formed a fist and slammed into the Dead Apostle's face.
The sheer force of the blow utterly destroyed the top half of the head. Near instantly, a tendril surged out of PARIAH's chest to consume the corpse, but it only took an instant for the virus to understand he couldn't use this one. Whatever the body was made of it wasn't living tissue, so with a frown he withdrew the tendril and simply threw the body. It sailed through the air at a ridiculous speed before crashing into the lake.
Then the child focused on the other two and began to walk towards them.
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Adjutor couldn't help but feel a bit wary about the whole situation, but more about the blood mage than the strange kid.
Honestly, this is turning out to be an alright day.
Then the kid slaps the blood mage's head off.
Let us make a resolution to never utter those words again.
Suddenly, Adjutor finds himself quite thankful that his mana reserve is still fairly close to full.
Adjutor quickly surges mana into one of the Shield Concepts before applying it to the girl with a Focus word. Meanwhile, Xarrest summons Tyrfing to their hands as Armogarian tendrils reach out behind him and snag Laivatain and Valmanway, leaving Rahab to slip into the lake, dissolving into it as what's left of the blood mage hits the water, the Monster before him seeming to have found the mage inedible for some reason.
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Noel watched in horror as the man's face was crushed and thrown into the lake.
"Summoning Lux Sanctus."
A large ornate sword descended from the sky and embedded itself in the ground.
"Activating Murakumo Unit!"
With a flash of light, she transformed into battle mode, eight swords floating behind her.
She jumped backwards, floating in the air.
"Go."
Noel quickly sent out four steins, each releasing a volly of small blasts, peppering the area around the child. A few hit the trees, setting them on fire.
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"Fucking hell, I knew!", the heretic thought as the child grabbed his nose. But before he could even react, his head was blown off by a monstrous blow, and before he knew it he was flung with full force into the lake.
"...Kuh!", his ribs were pulverized, and even worse: the vampire had now crashed into the lake's water. Sinking further and further, he felt his strength leaving an inert body. He wouldn't die from a blow from that. No, even under the cold water, his flesh simply reformed itself, wounds undone as if time itself had rewinded.
But now Costin faced a new problem: he was unable to move! Yes, for since he was a dead apostle, the curse that befell him rendered him unable to cross or move in bodies of water. Thus, the vampire was completely trapped.
That was when he felt a presence in the lake...
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PARIAH
The child gave an annoyed look at the female. None of the blasts had managed to hit him and merely set a few trees near him on fire. It would be a trifling thing to rush up towards them but the girl may be a mage. PARIAH's face twisted into a childish pout. He hated mages.
So instead he simply moved over to one of the burning trees with inhumane speed. A single strike was all that was necessary to break the towering plant off of its stump, and once he had properly grasped it with both hands and raised it above his head and tossed it with force that far exceeded that of the throw he had displayed earlier.
The mighty oak screamed through the air towards the girl with the sword in front of her. Force alone broke off branches from the tree and extinguished the fire.
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Target is capable of forming what looks like biomass freely. Doesn't seem to be using magic.
Fire, then.
Reinforcing himself with another Focus word as he switches Tyrfing out for Laivatain, Adjutor is about to start the invocation when, suddenly, the Monster has a tree in its hands. Before Adjutor can even try to move past the shock of the Monster's inhuman speed, it slings the tree at the girl he'd Shielded earlier. All it takes is the sight of the branches breaking off midflight for Adjutor to decide that the Shield might not be able to tank that hit.
Fortunately, Xarrest wasn't going to waste time wondering if it would. Hefting the blade, he poured mana into it as it blazed to life.
"Fire Brand, Laivatain. Blaze!" he shouted, swinging the blade forward as world in front of him was set ablaze, the trees igniting like so much dry wood.
Meanwhile, Rahab decides to start from just a bit from the bottom of the lake, quickly freezing the water in all directions from a central point. Noting the presence of another being sinking into the water, Rahab simply makes a platform of ice under the being and lifts it up, depositing it on solid ground once more as the elemental continues to go about its work free of distractions.
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Noel reacted on instinct when the child threw the tree at her, her blades arranging themselves above and below her at normal angles, materializing a blue octohedral shield around her. The tree slammed into it with tremendous force; the impact caused a tremendous crash to resound throught the forst. However, it was useless: her shield remained strong, not even scratched by the blow.
As the man sent a cone of fire roaring towards the child, Noel materialized several steins around the child.
"Divine wrath!" She yelled, her voice slightly distorted. The units instantly detonated at point blank range.
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PARIAH
PARIAH gave a stoic look at the wave of fire but an tiny small crossed his features as the small objects the woman used appeared around him and exploded. He twisted and changed his body as the wave of fire and explosions struck him. Drawing upon the knowledge of coroners and soldiers his body was reshaped into one that would be expected from such a bettering. Limbs twisted or broken off from the force, burnt skin, and a few other injuries.
At this point faking vital functions would be unnecessary as he simply had the faux organs come apart and other signs of life fade from him. Then as his broken body laid on the ground the virus began to funnel biomass into the earth. Pushing into it and digging through as it moved through the ground and settled into an enormous circle underneath his body that was slowly expanding.
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Wanderer
The horseman very calmly looked across the still waters of the lake. His enemy mirrored his position, the old man standing in the opposite of where the eternal wanderer was sitting. Wanderer didn't call out to the old man. He didn't say a word to the magi, gave no sign of life, nothing.
The only thing that the horseman did do to disturb the evening's peace was to carefully take aim at Wiseman with his shotgun, casually slinging it off of his back. The sun was touching the horizon, and as it sunk down against the line that divided heaven and earth –
The shotgun roared unlike any before it, the power that warped the minds of man spewing flame and death from the barrel, powerful enough to clear the small lake without spreading apart; and it was aimed straight at his opponent.
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Once back to the surface, the vampire felt there was a grand battle taking place. Yes, shortly witnessing the display of strength given by the two, Costin couldn't help but be impressed.
Whistling in surprise, his grin was feral as he madly glared the child's charred corpse, not unlike an animal piercing prey with his gaze.
"No, there's no way this monster died from a blow like that... one who could kill me in an instant like that won't croak for good without extra help.", he spoke, an eager tone not unlike a child preparing to unwrap a new present.
"I can feel the thrill of the battle already!", roared the mad heretic, his fury and bloodlust unveiled, he bared murderous sharp fangs.
In an instant, blood like mist oozed from his body as a foul stench emanated. Toucing the ground with the palm of his hands, blood red patterns began to form as they travelled at a swift pace towards the cadaver.
Soon, circle-like shapes surrounded the body completely, patterns covering the body itself before glowing in a sickly crimson colour...
"KiKiKiKiKiKiKi!!.... take this and send the devil my regards, you shit!"
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PARIAH
Whatever the somehow still alive man had done was of no concern of PARIAH. The circle had achieved a sufficient radius to rest approximately under the woman as well.
Once it had enormous spikes that were easily ten meters tall burst all around the area, but at least twelve were aimed specifically at the area where the girl was floating. But adding to that were the numerous tendrils accompanying the spikes. They writhed and wrapped themselves around anything they hit. A supplement to grab anything attempting to enter and also to bind and pull anyone attempting to leave.
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Not dead. Not certain. Not yet.
More fire, then?
No need. We have all the fire we need.
The massive spikes shot out of the ground haphazardly. As if this wasn't bad enough, there were tendrils attached to the spikes.
On second thought. Ice will suffice.
With that, a massive hand bursts from the shores of the considerably shallower lake far too fast for something of its size. It maneuvers past the spikes with ease, stabbing straight into the ground before spreading icy spines of its own throughout the ground with the speed of the thoughts that guided it. Not Adjutor's will, not Xarrest's, but Rahab's own that drove the icy spines through the ground and up into the spikes, before surging its own power through the ground, freezing the ground and any living thing above it that was in direct contact with the ground solid, though it hadn't accumulated enough to affect anything below ground, every living being above ground that was in direct contact with it would be naught but ice sculptures, with Rahab itself preventing the effect from spreading to anything in contact with the new ice sculptures.
And still, the lake continued shrinking.
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Noel wasn't able to react before the tentacles and spikes burst forth from the ground, dragging her towards them. A magical shield blocked them from killing her for a second, however the tentacles continued pulling her forward, and she was eviscerated by the twelve spikes shortly thereafter.
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Adjutor wasn't entirely sure when he'd found his way into a massive hall lit by numerous torches affixed to just as many pillars, but he figured this would be as good a place to read as any. Checking himself to make sure the pouches he was carrying, containing about seventy 9mm rounds in total, wouldn't end up in uncomfortable positions, he then checks on the five road flares he'd packed for reasons he didn't particularly remember at this point.
Satisfied that his equipment is all secure, Adjutor removes the Elementals from their sheathes, leaning them against the pillar before sitting down himself. Removing the journal from a pocket, Adjutor cracks the book open and starts reading, trying to see if any new pages had been revealed since the last time he'd read it.
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Kayneth's journey here was a simple one, research the ruins here. They were from some long lost civilization that time had forgotten but perhaps they still held clues into the nature of the dark magecraft he was researching. Clues he himself had come to uncover at any cost.
"Markings appear stable, most have faded off with age. Attempts at recovering are mostly unsuccessful most likely due to the sheer aging this hallway has been through. More research necessary."
Speaking into the small audio recorder he held in his hand Kayneth muttered various things into it as he touched the various indents in the wall.
He was about to continue when he felt a new presence far down the length of the hallway. Someone else had decided to pay these ancient halls a visit. But something was off, the only ones who should of known anything about them were magi. The entrances were all sealed with magic preventing any non-magi from entry, and Kayneth couldn't remember any other requests for entry back when he was originally researching the area.
That could mean only one thing. 'Grave robbers...'
There existed pathetic magi that hounded ancient ruins for rare artifacts and other similar items to be used for things such as catalysts. But such magi were nothing but empty shells, casting away their heritages and research for something so foolish. He needed to teach them a lesson.
He could feel the blood run through his veins as the magical crest honed through nine generations of research burned to life. Pouring a miniscule amount of magical energy into his throat he shouted throughout the hallways in the hopes that whoever was there would hear him.
"Uninvited Magi! You are in a restricted research area without permission from the higher authority. According to article thirty four, section eighty nine, by the authority of the ninth head of the Archibald family Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, reveal yourselves immediately and explain why you are hear. Any attempts to flee or fight will be met with due force. You have three seconds to respond and comply. One!"
Making sure his voice was loud enough so that anyone nearby could hear he felt the thin silver coat that covered his body wriggle to life as it began to serve it's own function.
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Lost in his reading, Adjutor didn't hear the footsteps or the quiet muttering in the back ground.
Then a voice called out, citing the name of what sounded like some Noble family, likely a family of magi, judging by the greeting.
Probably just another mishap to explain. Ah well, so much for some quiet reading time.
Adjutor sits up, sliding the book into a pocket and taking Laivatain and Valmanway with him as he rounds the pillar to find himself facing an odd blonde man in a dark blue coat. Brown eyes stared at the strange man as he looks the noble over.
"Adjutor Xarrest," he says, "And I'm just for a bit of reading. Nothing to do with all these restrictions from some magical authority that probably isn't from my world. Besides, there was nobody else here when I got here, so is it really a case of being uninvited? I mean, no signs, no warnings, nothing."
How would you have seen any of that? You shadow-walked in?!
That is besides the point.
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'Adjutor Xarrest?' That name only served to rouse Kayneth's suspicions. He could not recall the name of anyone like that who officially registered within the clocktower.
His young appearance was not helping out the man's case either. There were only two kinds of people who looked that young. Those that were foolish and naive, and those that were powerful to conceal their true ages. Both were worst case scenarios in Kayneth's situation. And as such he acted appropriately.
"Don't play games with me, this place in under the authority of the Clocktower, only those approved by their hand are allowed on site such as myself. You are clearly lying, but if you mean no harm then drop whatever weapons you may be holding and surrender yourself for proper judgement. This is your only warning."
Kayneth's appearance was completely relaxed, with a small smirk across his face and his hands gently held together across his back he slowly began to walk towards the man who stood before him.
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Great. Another stuffy noble who thinks their authority has any power in this cross-dimensional clusterfuck.
Maybe not, but we can't discount the noble himself lacking power. Especially considering that this one is from a family of magi.
And looks like he's barely trained himself beyond staying reasonably in shape.
Which potentially means that his magic is strong enough that he doesn't need to.
"Okay, before things get any worse, there's two things you should probably know," Adjutor says, sheathing Laivatain as he readies Valmanway, the wind-elemental light in his hands as he holds the dagger in a neutral position, "First off, unless you have some way of traversing dimensions, the Clock Tower probably doesn't exist here. Second of all, I was here first, and I won't be disturbing you. If you need me to leave because of complex magical reasons, that's fine. If you need me to leave because of some writ from your superiors, then offer me a better reason."
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The man was obviously delusional. How could he not be surprised of the existence of magi yet seemingly know nothing of the clock tower.
"You are clearly in an improper state of mind, I shall take you down and do an investigation myself."
Taking a small voice recorder from his pocket Kayneth uttered a few words making sure he was loud enough for the man to hear.
"Subject appears unstable and claims to be in some dimension not his own. Let the records show that he is of an unstable mind. By the powers vest in the department of Spiritual Evocation, and as a lecturer and magus of appropriate authority I hereby approve action through force if necessary."
Staring directly at the man before him Kayneth stared him directly in the eye, it was a magical enchantment that was activated through the eyes, upon contact it was meant to subdue and pacify his foe so that they would be unable to move or act. Anyone without any knowledge of magecraft no matter how strong their bodies would fall victim to such a curse, especially when casted by a magus as strong as Kayneth.
"Now submit yourself for evaluation so that we may get to the bottom of this."
To ensure that he had control of the situation a small thin line of mercury began to leak from his left leg heading straight towards the man.
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Challenge issued, moving on to the fight.
With just a thought, Adjutor cuts off the mana sealing his eyes, which immediately turn an opaque silver as all the mana within sight becomes visible.
Definitely dealing with a mage here. Enchantments on the coat, line-type Conduits throughout his body. Air and something similar to ice, probably water...And some of them look way too old to be his, too different from the rest of them.
Then the man looked at him, mana flashing through noble's eyes as a strange numbing feeling started to spread through Adjutor's body.
Shit.
The numbness spread quickly throughout his entire body, throwing him into a slight panic. Fortunately, Xarrest seems to be keen on taking advantage of the disorderly state of Adjutor's mana brought about by his panic.
"Enarkseom!" he shouts, blasting the disorderly mana out, destroying any magic within a meter of him with the unsound of the air itself being forced away to distance.
Then he notes the mana link between the man and the strange...thing, leaking from the noble's leg.
"Let's try this again," he says, calling Rahab to him with a thought, "If you want to get to the bottom of this, then we'll be on even terms while you're doing so."
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Another click from his recorder as he began to talk to it, almost ignoring the man's attempts to reason with Kayneth.
"Subject appears resistant to magic, able to emit large amounts of magical energy in the form of some sort of shout. More information is needed."
Just as the silver liquid reached the halfway point between them it quickly split into four lines, one continuing it's path towards the man, while two of them climbed opposite walls, and the third reached the ceiling before yet again continuing towards his direction moving through the grooves in the stone just like a droplet of water as it rolled down a wall.
In just a few moments he would be surrounded on all four sides.
"I accept no equal terms with those who dare disturb ancient ruins such as these without the proper authority to do so."
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Go on, just keep talking into that fancy recorder of yours.
Taking a moment to Reinforce himself, Adjutor continues to track the strange liquid when it splits off into four separate strands, each approaching from a different direction.
"Amusing," Adjutor notes leaping back as Rahab comes into his other hand, landing a fair distance away from the would-be trap with the dagger and the rapier in a combat ready stance, "Animation-type enchantment applied to some liquid, I'm guessing. ...Or perhaps some metal...nah."
"And you. Wind and Water magic, from what I can tell. Fairly powerful in terms of magic, but with a lot of conduits that are too old to be yours," Adjutor says, preparing a Shield Concept, just in case.
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Another click and another message recorded for future observation. "Subject is reacting to my attack, appears to have some sort of eye enhancement perhaps related to magical detection. Possesses an inability to properly listen when spoken to."
Kayneth stopped walking forward, retrieving his hands from behind himself he balanced himself onto the ground and muttered a single word to himself.
"Launch."
The liquid from beneath Kayneth's feet began to take the form of a sphere behind Kayneth quickly gathering pressure before exploding like a bubble that has received far too much air. From the force of the eruption Kayneth was sent flying forwards with great speed straight towards the man who as attempting to retreat. The liquid that had been following below quickened it's pace in an attempt to beat Kayneth to the goal.
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What was that you were saying earlier?
I was wrong. That was just plain stupid.
Adjutor simply raised an eyebrow at the man rocketing at him as he casts Rahab forward.
"Moeskarne!" he shouts, the Shield actualizing itself directly in the flying noble's path, unmoving, but likely strong enough to stop the flying man in his figurative tracks. Likely.
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The mercury directly below Kayneth rocketed up and reattached itself to the thin trail still hanging from his foot. Like a full body harness the liquid quickly hardened itself slowing him safely to the ground and making a complete stop directly in front of the newly materialized shield.
"Subject shows knowledge of magical barriers, seemingly powerful but bound to take its toll on the body."
With his smirk ever-present Kayneth uttered his next command.
"Scalp"
The liquid below him quickly molded itself into numerous spear shaped tentacles before just as quickly stabbing straight into the shield. The points of each spear like object were less than a millimeter thick and they shot forth with a pressure strong enough to easily slice through steel.
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Okay, not so stupid.
Then, with a word from the man, the tool reformed into spear-tentacles and threw themselves at the shield.
That might be a problem.
Just in time, the Shield started cracking under the impact of the blows.
Okay, nifty way of launching himself aside, he still threw himself right at us. Besides, we're probably not getting through that right now.
With that in mind, Adjutor leaps back a few more times, tossing off some ice spears with Rahab at various angles, all aimed directly at the mage, and speeding them up with Valmanway.
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Without even moving an inch the liquid instinctively ceased its attack and formed a thin metal wall in front of Kayneth allowing the ice to break through his foe's barrier before crashing against the mercury barrier and breaking uselessly and throwing the shards throughout the hallway.
"Subject is increasing his attempts at retreat."
Returning to his neutral stance Kayneth continued his slow walk over the melting ice, while uttering yet another word of action.
"Pressure."
The thin wall of silver quickly balled up and grew in size until it could barely contain itself.
With a sound resembling a bubble popping two thin streams in the shape of a V shot forth towards both sides of his foe. The pressure it had gathered was comparable to the speed of a bullet.
Kayneth was beginning to tire of this meaningless backtracking he would not let this man escape under any means.
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Adjutor allowed a smile at the sight of the defenses that came up to block his attack. The smile promptly disappears when the metallic blob sends out twin spears to come in on either side. Stopping his retreat, Adjutor instead opts to charge straight forwards, launching off a few dozen more ice spears at various angles while an Armogarian tendril reaches for one of the pouches.
That defense of yours blocks off your line of sight. Quite unfortunate, really.
When we don't have something that can pierce it?
"Fang of the Sea Dragon, Rahab," Adjutor starts to say, pouring a bit of mana into the rapier as he charges forwards, keeping up the barrage of ice spears.
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Wiseman
The aged warlock gave the even older necromancer a wary look. They both stood on a flat, rocky expanse that seemed to continue on forever, and were about ten meters apart. Wiseman's hand lashed out.
"Fulgadrum."
The familiar power of elemental energy surged through the sorcerer's veins as a bolt of lightning was released from his fingers and sent flying at the armored magic user.
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The mercury surrounding his body began to vibrate slightly signalling that his foe had begun to move offensively. With a small twitch of his wrist the mercury itself moved on its own causing trails that were launched to fire inwards towards each other.
Anything caught inside these thin strands would be lacerated into a million pieces.
How would his foe get anywhere close when a wall of blades stood before him?
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Grenth
Grenth gazed at his opponent, his energy focusing and building.
And so when the first spell was launched he responded immediately. The moment the man spoke Grenth did two things. First he raised his hand, forming a plain of ice that blocked the bolt.
And then he stomped his foot, releasing magical energy and calling his beasts to him. And so a horde of lesser minions began to populate the plain, appearing one by one.
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Wiseman
Brown eyes narrowed at the plane of ice that defended the necromancer. But he soon had other concerns. The creatures that his opponent had summoned were plentiful, and he had no doubt they were dangerous. The hand that had fired the bolt of lightning was held out again as balls of fire began to materialize around the warlock and launched themselves at the beasts. Then his hand clenched into a fist.
"Prominence."
The temperature around the necromancer increased drastically as elemental energy began to gather around him and fire began to spring to life. His opponent would only have a moment before it all coalesced into an enormous flaming lion bent on devouring him.
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An automatic detection system built into it too? No matter.
Adjutor stops a bit of a distance from wall of blades, thrust the rapier forwards as he shouts, "Pierce!"
With that, the Rapier rapidly extends forwards, crossing the remaining distance with a fair bit to spare in a bit less than a second.
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Grenth
As the opponent’s spell formed his Bone Fields and Blood Fiends launched their assault, blood bolts and needles flying at the magician. Until the minions were consumed in flames, reduced to nothing but ash in but a moment
Meanwhile Grenth’s hands were raised to the side, his palms facing the ground. “Oh freeze before my judgment, Chillbane.” And his ice attribute curse magic flooded the air around him.
His magical energy froze all energy. There could be no combustion while he maintained this curse. And that was all he needed as the enemy spell dispersed.
He then thrust his hands forward, and the ice shield shattered, forming spikes that were launched at his opponent.
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Wiseman
As soon as the projectiles flew from the beasts Wiseman uttered his counter.
"Dream Blade"
Hundreds of exquisite swords tinged with the color of green materialized before him and formed a wall. The projectiles bounced off the blades, and when his spell had failed and the defense of his enemy changed to an offense he responded in kind.
The blades turned from their defensive position and flew at the necromancer. Several of the phantasmal blades shattered against the spikes of ice but the bulk of them still charged at full speed toward the armored man.
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He could feel it from behind the shield, his foe had begun some sort of attack, even with the wire-thin blades chasing after him.
Bracing for the impact the silver shield that floated before him rippled as the attack hit but the shield held.
"Is this really the best you can do? You will need to be far stronger to even pierces this thin layer."
The wires continued their trajectory stretching out in both directions his foe was still trapped between them and his attack had failed. His situation was getting worse by the second.
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Grenth
The blades moved in on Grenth, and in response Grenth spoke, “Come” And with that word flesh shaped around him, and a trio of flesh golems protected their master. The blades cut into them but the wounds immediately closed, no lasting harm being done.
Then two of the golems charged the opponent, while one stood at his master side as he began to focus is magic.
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...Fuck. That didn't work.
And the wires were already closing in.
Shit shit shit.
With a thought, Adjutor's hands were coated in a thick layer of the black metal stored in those tattoos. Dropping Valmanway and Rahab, he reaches for the nearest pair of wires, he pushed them apart with his hands, along with all the nearby strands, and jumps through the hole before dashing away for the cover of the nearest cluster of pillars.
Okay. Re-evaluate the situation.
We've gotten rather sloppy.
I know that.
Taking a moment to collect himself, Adjutor takes the time to prepare another Shield Concept as he moves further into the pillars.
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Wiseman
The warlock narrowed his eyes at the charging beasts. If cutting into them would do nothing and fire would continue to be unusable then he would slash them into so many pieces they wouldn't be able to come back together.
"Whispering Winds."
A swarm of delicate white butterflies came into existence in front of Wiseman and flew towards the minions. The first half of the swarm burst into impossibly sharp blades when it collided with the two minions and the razor sharp winds reduced the creatures into countless chunks of flesh.
As the rest of the butterflies continued towards the necromancer Wiseman considered his options and began to take o the air. Most of the creature's seemed to be bound to the earth so while he may have to deal with projectiles at least they couldn't attack him directly.
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Grenth
The flesh that was once the golems began to shake as they reformed into one. Meanwhile Grenth saw his opponent was taking to the air and acted.
He raised his hands high and spoke, “Biting wind, turn the sky to ice and call.” His magical energy pulsed and reached the high. “Razor Hail.”
High above them the clouds shifted, the water that made them up condensing and freezing, forming countless spears. And then he waved his hands downward and they fell.
And his spell he was preparing continued to form in his mind, not yet ready to be used.
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"Not dead yet?"
Sensing the change in his foes tactics as the attacks ceased, the shield disappitated before Kayneth and he saw his foe run beneath the cover of the pillars.
"Run all you want, in the end you will fall."
The silver liquid that had once outstretched itself quickly returned into its thin line before thickening further as the V shape combined into one. All of this happened in less than a second, as the newly formed strand shot forth into both sides of the wall trapping Kayneth's foe between the pillars and the approaching lines.
With Kayneth further taking the offense he advanced until he stood face to face with the pillars.
"What will you do now?"
Holding a single hand outwards Kayneth's hand began to surge with magical energy as he silently began to charge a spell.
"Scalp... Praeliabitur!"
The thin strand of mercury that held together at the center quickly moved forward using a layer less a millimeter thick to cut the pillars near the base.
This was quickly followed by a small blast of wind from Kayneth's outstretched hand. Normally such a weak blast would do nothing but with the pillars loosened from their base they began to topple inwards directly where his foe dared to hide.
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Adjutor's rest time is cut short, to put it simply, by the sounds of stone grinding against stone. Looking around the pillar he's hiding behind, he's met with the sight of the first row of pillars in his general area being toppled over onto the next.
Oh, what the fuck? Isn't he supposed to be studying these ruins?
Does it matter at this point?
With three rows of pillars between Adjutor and the currently falling row, it's fairly obvious he'll need to act quickly.
Adjutor draws Laivatain and stabs it down in the ground, the blade soon blazing to life, casting shadows in all directions amongst the pillars, between his row and the row ahead of him before running forward one row and Reinforcing the nearest pillar, followed by the ones on either side, before making his way back behind previous hiding spot, slipping into the new shadows before starting to make his way over to what he figures to be the other side of the room...
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Crest
He watched as the woman sidestepped the falling tree and looked for him. He fiddled with his knife, tying some wire to the end of it.
Then she did the last thing Crest expected. She touched a tree with her palm and then she set the forest ablaze.
"You have got to be kidding me" he thought as he began to retreat. Slightly, putting distance between him and the flames. However there was one benefit. He released the rejection of sound; the roar of the fire would drown out any sound he made. He stuffed the knife back into his holder and drew his bow again.
Then he cocked another arrow, and the arrow turned black.
Rejection of Matter!
And the arrow flew at the woman who stood within the blaze, immediately turning around and running, fleeing from the flames. Attempting to lead her to a more fitting terrain.
"15 arrows to go..." He muttered in his run. Drawing his machete and leaving left slash marks in the passing wood wood, leaving a fairly easy trail to track.
It would not be any good to lose his pray after all.
Mordred had bad premonition about that arrow, attuned as she was to the supernatural she could not help but feel something ominous in how it avoided being burned in the blazing inferno. "!" She jumped out of the way of the arrow, forced to move how her enemy intended her to.
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Crest
Crest turned his head and saw his opponent dodge is arrow, with a frown he continued moving to the river he could hear ahead of him hoping to get away from the blaze.
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Wiseman
The sorcerer called out again to counter this new attack.
"Dream Blade."
The familiar phantasmal blades materialized once more and overran the spikes of ice, but this time the blades simply fizzled out of existence. There was no point in wasting energy with another fruitless attack. The warlock instead called upon a different element.
"Heaven's Pillar."
The heavens were sundered and wrenched open to reveal a midnight world beyond this reality. Then three pillars made of a material alien to this land shot from the portal like missiles. The first was impossibly heavy and could easily puncture solid steel like paper, the second was twice as heavy as it, and the third was twice as heavy as the second.
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"No screams of pain?"
Puzzlingly, Kayneth stared through the dust that covered the great hall preventing him from seeing clearly.
He was not about to let his guard down just yet, with a cautious hand he ordered the liquid to re-converge before splitting off into four different directions with one going into the dust and rubble.
"Search."
four thin lines scattered around the room coming from Kayneth's own leg. The liquid itself was special, because it did not have eyes it searched for the vibrations of a heartbeat or the pulsing of blood, the ragged breathing of air anything that would give his foe away.
No matter where they hid, so long as they still lived in this hall they would be found within moments.
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Meanwhile, still hidden in the shadow, Adjutor takes a moment to re-evaluate his current resources.
All of my swords are currently out of reach, but I'm in the shadow.
He could potentially be anywhere, but he can't find us here. However, by that same token, we can't find him. And then there's that blob thing, probably a metal instead of a liquid.
In that case it would be something like mercury...obvious use, aside from the combat applications, would be in sensing hidden presences via heat signatures, given mercury's use in thermometers, and it would be foolish to discount that mage upgrading it to be able to detect in more ways than just that.
Appears to have some kind of autonomous defense, but in terms of offense, it's only really deadly at close range. Unfortunately, that's where we're at our most powerful.
We need a way to either blind it or disable it. First, however, a test.
Adjutor takes a moment more to collect himself before casting Concept: Soundproofing on himself, deadening the air around him completely, not allowing it to carry even the slightest vibration, not even the tiniest sound. With that, he leaps out of the shadow, landing soundlessly in the shadows of a pillar on the other side of the hall. With a thought, Rahab and Valmanway turn incorporeal, disappearing before making their way to his hands. Silently sheathing Rahab as he waits for Valmanway to manifest, he summons Tyrfing to him as well, quickly checking it over before sheathing it as well, leaving himself with Valmanway in his hands.
24 bodies of blood, 24 souls. Not bad, but we're dead if we get caught like that again.
Deciding to test a theory, Adjutor takes a look around the pillar before he spots the lines by the prana flowing through the metal.
Considering what we've worked out before...
Gripping Valmanway, Adjutor forces the air off to Kayneth's side, somewhere in the new dust cloud far from his current location, to vibrate, trying to simulate the motion of a person trying to run away, but ending up with something closer to the motion of a wounded person instead.
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Kayneth sensed the appearance of something new. Had he reappeared?
But something was wrong, though it felt wounded it was almost too easy, and why only appear now out of thin air. There was something wrong with all of this.
But then he felt it, it was small but a second presence was registered by the small vibrations in mercury from the opposite direction. But he would not ignore both, rather he had a new plan in mind.
"Scalp."
The thin lines began to thicken before becoming larger tentacle like objects. With quick motions they slammed into the ground directly where the moving figure was going.
At the other end a thicker line of silver began to fan out towards the direction of the small tug that Kayneth felt.
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At least he seems to have taken the bait...so this thing can detect via vibrations as well...
Taking note, Adjutor continues the vibrations, now adding a further limp to the 'victim' who'd just been hit by the tendrils of mercury as he takes a moment to observe the attack patterns.
Seems like this whip-type attack is most powerful at the very base, using centrifugal motion to cut, so the tip wouldn't have any real power behind it...by all logic, an attack via that method could only be accomplished by controlling the mercury with pressure, unlike what can be accomplished with things like thought-form metals...
So, pretty sure that would mean that full force attacks can only be made with a significant amount of mass in the attacking part itself...
If that's the case, then it should be fairly simple to predict the attack path.
Problem being that those kinds of attacks aren't the only kind.
Then a quick check of his surroundings reveals something problematic. It seems that the bait wasn't swallowed whole, as a sensory tendril of mercury continues to head in his direction. He really needed to find some way to spoof that auto-detection system, as it seemed that its user was smart enough to be suspicious about a complete lack of the expected signals.
Wait...What if it wasn't detecting anything at all...Going to need a bit to set it up, though...
Removing the familiar book from his pocket, Adjutor takes a quick look at the tendrils heading towards him before tossing the book to a spot just off to the side of the incoming tendrils, mithril covers clanging against the stone floor loudly as Adjutor takes off in the opposite direction, still Soundproofed on top of his Reinforcement.
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It didn't take long to figure out the illusion, the reactions of the shadow were too mechanical, too forced, and the energy it held was different from what Kayneth had previously felt.
Yet the wire continued to slam into the body ripping it to shreds. All according to Kayneth's plan.
And then, another movement from the other source. Two more actions, as something hit the ground quickly followed by the empty space moving away.
'Your attempts to fool me will be wasted.'
The thin line that was heading in the direction of the noise as it clanged against the ground, it quickly sped up it's pace and it would only be a matter of moments before it reached the source.
But he was not done yet, holding his hand out, Kayneth began to quickly calculate in his head the trajectory of the empty vibrations.
"Jet."
He felt the mercury layer beneath his clothes begin to thin as it was stretched further out. From his glove a small ball of silver began to form which was quickly released firing out in a single strand directly in front of his foe's trajectory. Interception was inevitable.
Play the fool, allow him to think he's won, and then attack when he least expects it. This was Kayneth's battle strategy.
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The deception wouldn't last long. It wasn't really supposed to, as it was just meant to test the mercury's capabilities.
Furthermore, while not giving off any vibrations would work in the short term, the problem with Soundproofing is that it kills any vibrations, and while what seems to be an autonomous search might not pick up on that, this mage certainly would if he had even the slightest bit of intelligence, considering that this thing seems to feed the vibrations to him, given that he was able to detect our movement even while shielding himself earlier.
And it hardly needs to be said that he's proven himself in that regard.
And yet, the magus's wrath continued to fall on the faked vibrations.
And he's already figured it out.
Next target is probably going to be the void caused by this Concept...
The book, fortunately, succeeded in fooling the autonomous detection. Regardless, Adjutor watched the magus carefully, cursing the absolute nature of the Soundproofing Concept, which did as much to hide him from the magus as simply going without it would have. He found his speculation justified when he saw the magus gathering a sizable amount of mercury in his outstretched hand.
Here it comes...
Waiting for the opportune moment, Adjutor then turns perpendicular to his previous trajectory, heading deeper into the cover of the pillars right as the attack would have intercepted him had he not been watching the magus. Knowing that whatever respite he's bought himself isn't going to last, Adjutor quickly focuses himself on the plan at hand, Valmanway going incorporeal as it follows Adjutor.
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Crest
Crest turned his head and saw his opponent dodge is arrow, with a frown he continued moving to the river he could hear ahead of him hoping to get away from the blaze.
That archer stopped firing? She suspected that the hidden enemy was planning something that needed longer set up, so she decided to not risk being hit by an arrow that could have manifested more bizarre properties than avoiding flames of the forest fire so casually. The tip of her spear started glowing green, her Token released.
Now more confident about her chances of avoiding incoming projectiles, she decided to go along with the enemy's plan and head on her own where he tried to have her go.
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Cancelling the previous two distractions, Kayneth focused his energies into the outstretched line of mercury causing it to expand into a thin large disk cutting through the pillars as it chased after Adjutor's retreating form.
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It's ready!
About damn time!
Adjutor takes a moment to spare a look behind him, still holding onto the now semi-incorporeal Valmanway as he poured mana into it, with the movement patterns of the mercury figured out, dodging it wouldn't be too much of a problem.
All that aside, dodging the thing at this range should be child's play compared to earlier.
With this in mind, Adjutor continues to evade the pillar cutting disk, heading deeper still into the pillar cover in an attempt to see just how far the mercury could be stretched while retaining any degree of lethality.
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Seeing his foe continuing his retreat Kayneth ordered the disk's retreat. Quickly absorbing it back into his coat he began to feel the increase of magical energy, his foe was readying an attack.
With a smirk Kayneth resumed his calm position once more relaxing his hands as he filtered the dust from his nostril's via the use of simple magecraft.
"So you wish to attack? Then come at me with all you have! I wish to see what a foolish magus like you dares to hold against me!"
With all the mercury retracted back towards himself Kayneth uttered his next phrase.
"Duplicate."
The metal expanded past Kayneth completely covering him in a complete sphere of a bubble before splitting into three identical similar bubbles.
Connected by a thin stream at the bottom all three bubbles looked completely identical in every way, they all released the same amount of magical energy and moved in the exact same fashion but only one held Kayneth's body.
"Well then? Do you dare?"
The voice echoed from all three bubbles leaving no difference between them, his foe had one chance out of three to guess the correct one, but would he?
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Turtling? Change of plans, then.
Stopping the flow to Valmanway, Adjutor takes a moment to concentrate on Laivatain instead, releasing the incorporeal Air Elemental with new instructions as he waits for the Fire Elemental. While he waits, the teen quickly opens up one of the pouches and starts disassembling some of the ammo with the assistance of the Armogarians, not letting any of the pieces leave his hands as he reorganizes, putting the actual bullets in one pouch, the powder in another, and the remainder in a third. He manages to disassemble about ten bullets before Laivatain arrives and rematerializes.
Putting the work aside, Adjutor takes up Laivatain as Valmanway starts to go to work, its presence surrounding the balls of mercury as Adjutor pours mana into Laivatain.
"Fire Brand, Laivatain," he calls, no sound issuing thanks to Soundproofing even as he swings the blade in the magus's general, "Blaze!"
With that, the sword unleashes a torrent of fire, consuming everything in the general direction of the balls of mercury in a massive inferno just as Valmanway finally finishes its work, isolating the area around the mercury in a wall of wind, trapping mercury, magus, and unending fire alike within the eye of Valmanway's figurative storm.
Meanwhile, Adjutor takes a moment to catch his breath, the strain of channeling that much of the abilities granted by Laivatain and Valmanway quickly clearing from his mind.
Mana reserve is still looking good, and I've got enough souls in Tyrfing to compensate. Your move.
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The three balls of liquid quickly began to expand forming into one larger ball and by using it's growing size it quickly smothered the fire against the wall of wind using the high pressures of the expanding mercury smashing against the wind field in order to put the flames out before they could do any harm.
With that threat currently dealt with Kayneth began to prep a spell. Though he normally loathed casting from his person he felt it a necessary evil in this case.
From within the confines of his Mercury shell that had once more split into three he began to chant.
"O spiritus, qui latent, intra haec moenia antiqua."
From within the ancient ruins the winds around the both of them began to pick up as the dead who once inhabited the ancient ruins began to stir. This was not a ritual of summoning, rather a ritual to call that which was already there.
Thousands of years go, people had once lived, flourished, thrived in these very halls, but that time had long passed. All that was left of that era were the great stone pillars and resting dead.
By using a chat it incite the dead's fury Kayneth hoped to use them as a means of attack, he had been studying the place for some time and thought that perhaps now he could use the spirits to his advantage. But such a spell required at least three lines of chanting, with the first one completed he'd need to buy himself more time.
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...Dammit, probably shouldn't have expected that to work.
Now can we go for my plan?
...Ah, fuck it, we're probably not going to be using that any time soon.
Then he saw the magus's conduits flash before the flow of mana through them quickens, thrumming as if foreshadowing something massive.
Okay, that's it, move over you two.
Wait wh-
At that moment, Valmanway goes to work, increasing the wind speed to create a vacuum within its confines. As the pressure rapidly drops, Adjutor tosses Laivatain aside, the blade already transforming into an incorporeal form.
Kill the lights.
Before he can finish the mental command, the Fire Elemental has already sprung into action, flitting from torch to torch, consuming the fires completely as it goes, the room slowly darkening as Laivatain goes about its work.
As Laivatain goes about its work, Adjutor draws Rahab and Tyrfing before dropping the Shadow Elemental behind him. The blade sinks into the shadow, vanishing without a trace, as Adjutor readies himself, grip tightening on Rahab for a moment. In response, Rahab quickly lengthens, blade dulling, turning into a long shaft tipped with a barbed head. Shifting to a stance more suited for wielding the spear that the Elemental had just transformed into, Adjutor then remembers the bullets. Tendrils burst from his arms as they continue to carry out the work he started before, disassembling the rounds and storing the components in the pouches.
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Crest
Crest worked quickly when he got close to the river, using his wire he tightly tied it around multiple tree’s, while discussing the wire itself in the leaves below. It did not need to be held taught for what he needed.
So with the wire tied to the trees in one hand, and his knife in his other, he awaited his pray to enter the area he lead the.
And he saw her walk, right into his trap. And with the the wire in his hand turned black, Rejection of Matter coating it. The Rejection ate though the trees as he pulled the wire.
And like that 5 trees fell towards the armored woman, intent on crushing her completely.
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Grenth
None of his attacks were working, a troubling issues. And then he saw the great pillars appear above him from a rift. That was slightly difficult to handle himself.
And so Grenth called forth more beasts. The golems and other minions formed together, and knitted themselves into a powerful wall. Then, as added insurance, Grenth formed a shell of ice reinforcing it further.
The spikes impacted with it, the armor was pulverized on the second, and the third ripped through the wall of flesh Grenth called him him.
But it was not enough to touch him.
Then hole formed in his defense and Grenth walked out. Then he held out his hand and the curse he was preparing latched onto the soul of his enemy.
Icy Veins, a rather brutal curse of his own design. It is a curse that fuels itself on the opponent’s magical energy, and slowly freezes their blood.
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Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Elyssa was in search of her prey. A golemn had slain the wrong person, and she was hired to end its life. All she had to go on was an image taken from a security camera and detailed accounts of how it fought and what it endured. It wasn't going to be easy, but what battle truly is?
When she reached the last known sighting of the machine, she went to work. Elyssa utilized everything at her disposal to start tracking the golemn, from her sensory suite to the skills taught to her in her early life. The Warmonger quickly picked up the trail and began moving again, sticking to the rooftops for the better vantage points.
Target sighted
The VIP stood eight feet tall, about the same height as her, and was walking down the street belowThe fair lady became transparent as mana flowed into the shadow rune. A plan formed in her mind to end things as quickly as possible. She raised her left arm, and quickly fired Arcane Lightning...
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The urban landscape was quiet, far too quiet. Walking down the street, Vanguard could feel a presence. He wasn't sure of what it was, but something was tracking him, that much was a certainty.
"Mph, very well...", the warrior muttered, picking up the pace as he tried to find his opponent.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy coming from the rooftops and before he knew it, a powerful lightning bolt came down upon him from behind.
Instinctively, the metal behemoth turned around, pivoting as his left arm surged with energy. The lightning bolt met a charged fist emanating great electrical energy, nullifying the attack in a thunderous blow. However...
"Two!?", the warrior yelped in surprise. A second bolt came crashing down his shoulder, metal breaking down as cracks formed where the bolt had hit. Not even budging from his position, Vanguard turned to the direction of the attack, glaring at whoever was responsible for such a cowardly attack.
"Fine!", the warrior roared, "If you won't come to me, I will come for your head!". And with that, Vanguard's arm rose to face the heavens. A blinding light seeped from his gauntlet, and in an instant, a great halberd appeared in his hand.
"My name is Vanguard, the end is nigh!", he declared with a booming voice before he leapt from the ground, crashing on the building's wall and using the brick as support to gain momentum.
Despite his great size and weight, he climbed the wall swiftly, rubble falling whenever Vanguard took a leap, the colossal warrior used the gaps to gain momentum, getting closer and closer to the rooftop.
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Wanderer vs. Vanguard
Rebel 1
Action!
Wanderer very quietly scratched the light stubble that covered his chin. He didn't need to shave, or to trim his long, shaggy hair, but appearances should probably be kept. Either way... the eternal cowboy stared down the hunk of metal e that had challenged him to a fight. There had been no real need to accept, but the creature had been insistent and eventually, Wanderer had given in after his patience had been worn down.
His prismatic eyes meeting the soldier's helm, the physical incarnation of War on Earth casually raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger, spewing flame and hot lead at the metal thing before him.
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"...mph", Vanguard grunted at the sight of his opponent. He looked like an ordinary human at first glance, but he could see his eyes were hardened eyes of a true warrior, perhaps the greatest foe he'd even encounter.
In a sudden motion, the enemy pulled out a weapon, and before any could introduce themselves, a burning flame spewed from the barrel of the gun, incredible heat directed at Vanguard.
Holding his arm out, the warrior retaliated with a powerful strike. His swinging fist swatting most bullets out of his way, only three hit his chest, hot lead bouncing off the metal body with only a slight graze inflicted upon the armour.
Taking a single step forward, the behemoth leapt to his enemy's direction, his fists lighting up as a great surge of energy seeped trough the metallic gauntlets.
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Wanderer vs. Vanguard
The shotgun pellets bounced off of the constructs armor, as Wanderer had expected them too. Clearly, this fight would need a more... persuasive touch. Something in line with his older preferences. As Vanguard leapt towards the cowboy, gauntlets crackling with tremendous energy, Wanderer raised a single hand.
"I am... in no mood to play!"
War's eyes blazed with power as the Horseman drew on an inner reserve, hand flung out towards Vanguard, who still hung in the air, falling towards War with tremendous speed.
"Warship Breaker!" (http://i.imgur.com/UpXca36.jpg)
A massive blade, taller and wider than a building burst forth, the power of all weapons calling forth the great sword to strike Vanguard down. There would not be a chance for mercy.
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The heavens roared.
Before Vanguard could realize it, an enormous amount of energy came forth from the skies, great calamity was brought worth to annihilate the warrior of metal. Looking up, Vanguard saw a colossal blade, unfit for even the greatest titan.
But this warrior of metal already faced calamity in his living.
Instinctively, Vanguard used all his momentum in order to turn his body around, dodging the fatal blow with a hair's breath.
The titanic blade grazed his underfoot with incredible power, the friction alone shred the plating as his leg turned into a steaming red colour.
But there was no time to stop, a single instant of hesitation could cost him his life. Running atop the blade, the warrior felt a burning sensation, his body... wouldn't last for long.
Before he could be destroyed by the sheer force, Vanguard used the blunt edge of the sword as a platform, falling at an incredible speed and propelling himself towards the enemy alike a great comet.
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Wanderer vs. Vanguard
War raised an eyebrow.
"Not bad."
However, it was too late. The physical incarnation of every war to ever exist lifted his hand above his head and pointed it at Vanguard. He began to mutter under his breath, eyes slightly unfocused as he brought more and more of his power to bear. It was, in all honesty, going to be a little tricky, but he wanted to slip the leash a little, the violence inside of him having been held back for well over a generation.
And... there.
"Vayvayastra!"
The divine weapon of the Skies soared forth from Wanderer's hands – and detonated as soon as it touched Vanguard, releasing winds that shattered every window nearby, unleashing might that could lift any army, shrieking gales shearing straight through concrete.
War grimaced. Using something so strong in this form was taxing, and he probably would not be able to use something of that strength again for a little, but every now and then he felt the urge to cut loose, and so he had.
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...Amazing.
Vanguard muttered under his breath. A monstruous gale torn the very earth, eating at his crafted body like a rabid beast.
This power... was not something that belonged to the realm of mortal men. Such a display could but remind him of his last battle, one he'd fight to his very last breath.
But he had already witnessed the power of a god, thus it was an inevitable fact that this time, it would end in a different note.
Feeling his very being tearing from his body, countless cracks and rifts opening in his decadent body of metal, the falling warrior instinctively directed his left arm to the direction the shattering winds came from.
In a single breath, Vanguard muttered countless ancient words, a language long forgotten by the world that could not be replicated by any man.
But Vanguard was not any man.
Instantly, a blinding light came forth from the very arm he moved, a disk-like structure composed of the primordial light came forth, complex engravings of scriptures of the old world protected Vanguard from the deadly gale.
But no matter how durable, even the mightiest shield could but falter when confronted with the winds of a god. The protection slowly fading, Vanguard turned his back from the world.
Both arms and all of his will pushed to the limit in order to resist just a bit longer...
The great warrior's fall ended abruptly, a mighty crash blew the earth away as his body his the ground with unbelievable violence.
His body was still mostly functional, but it seemed Vanguard's left arm had shattered from the strain.
So be it.
Rising from the rubble, he could but gaze at the destruction caused by that attack, the very ground had ceded to the almighty wind, and yet his body still stood.
Vanguard would not show any mercy, in an instant, a great halberd appeared in his hand.
"...here I come, your head will be mine!", he roared before charging towards his opponent.
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Wanderer vs. Vanguard
War shrugged, casting off his previous trappings of humanity without a care. It was almost nauseating, the sudden aura that sprung from him, enveoping hte world in the smell of blood and steel, paining the corner of the eye with a crimson haze of fury.
"Well, you managed to survive. Clearly you can't pull that trick again, so I suppose I could say... that the only head to be lost will be yours?"
Wanderer hefted a spear that he had pulled out of nowhere, the weapon of a war god that had made its way back to him, as all weapons do, borne from him and returned to him in an endless cycle of bloodshed. He expertly twirled it in his hands and pulled it back, targeting Vanguard.
"Let's see you dodge this, then – Ibar!"
The spear of Lugh was thrown, bursting apart at the seams with crackling energy as Gae Assail sped towards its foe, the enchantment placed upon it so long ago ensuring that the spear of Yew would hit its mark.
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Vanguard wasted no time as he saw his opponent's deadly weapon. Such spear would surely slay many men with utmost ease, even he wouldn't be an exception.
The lance easily penetrated his chest, but such a thing wouldn't end his charge. What should've been a fatal blow did not even faze Vanguard, who had no mortal flesh to wound or body to kill. He was but an empty shell kept alive by ancient magic, a gift from the gods that bound him to eternity.
Reaching his enemy, Vanguard could feel the sickening aura revolting his soul, but he did not falter. In a hair's breath, he swung his great halberd at the opponent, a mighty blow meant to finish him off.
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To call the arena huge would be an understatement – monumentally gigantic was more like it. There was enough room in this arena for even the most destructive combatants the Nexus had to offer to duke it out without fear of harming the spectators watching from their seats along the wall’s circumference. That was not all the purpose this great space served, however. A patch of trees here, a dried out riverbed there, the coliseum had been painstakingly laid out with all manner of environmental beauties, all for the crowd’s entertainment when it was eventually destroyed in one titanic battle or another.
Two figures stood in a square of stone tiles, the only perfectly flat surface to be found in the ring. Clad in black metal and armed with a spear tainted with red power, a dark knight regarded his assigned opponent. He towered over the boy, a child who’s years barely looked to be in the double digits. The warrior would have been gravely insulted if his instincts weren’t on high alert screaming this kid was dangerous. As he continued to worry, the enormous screens overhead flashed a message to the crowds.
Lancelot vs PARIAH
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BEGIN!
For just a moment, Lancelot hesitated. Even though he was certain there was far more to this than what met the eye, cutting down someone so young – and unarmed - unprovoked didn’t sit right with the former knight. Still, the boy had chosen to enter the arena and apparently forfeited whatever weapons had been offered to him.
Taking the initiative, the black knight opened the duel with a careful horizontal slash with his spear, his aim so precise that the blade would merely relieve the child of a few hairs on his head if unimpeded.
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The instant the lights began to fade, the mercury began to glow in an intense silver light illuminating the area around them.
Because Kayneth was safe inside the mercury's forcefield he smiled as the pressure from the air was useless against him.
Rather he continued his spell as thin walls began to extend from the three balls of silver in order to interrupt the circling wind. It is far harder to maintain a vortex after all when it can no longer create a complete circle.
"Errant in hoc quod quasi de somno excitaret..."
The chant was reaching it's apex as howls began to emerge from the air, an evil sense of foreboding began to hang in the atmosphere. The spell was nearly complete.
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Wanderer vs. Vanguard
War shrugged again as the spear pierced his opponent's chest. It wasn't unexpected – after all, he had been holding back the whole time.
"Hardy, aren't you? Let's put it to the test."
The cowboy's mouth began to warp as Vanguard approached him, and as the might halberd swung down...
"Don't presume so much, Metal Knight."
War's eyes were glowing, flesh darkening, tendrils of shadow and flame emerging from his rapidly changing arm as he blocked the halberd with a simple sword, blade refusing to bend as he held back the attack with ease.
"Durandal, shatter his head."
The holy sword flicked out with all of War's superior strength behind it, and then swung down so fast it disappeared, flashing in a deadly arc to split Vanguard down the middle.
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Vanguard's metallic body shuddered at the sound of his enemy's voice. In the long forgotten past, he would've said his heart was dancing. Terror was a long forgotten mirage of the past, there was no room to fear, only to move forward.
As soon as the terrifying opponent brought his mighty sword down, Vanguard instinctively twisted his hand, metal gauntlet overcharged with energy.
The invisible attack was to eviscerate the warrior, but before the sword could reach his helmet, Vanguard's great halberd moved with inconceivable swiftness and grace, barely blocking the attack with all his might.
Metal clashed against metal, the air around the two burned as countless sparks emerged from the weapons. The very space around them twisted as the earth crumbled under the weight of their might.
Cracks formed on the knight's body, a great burst emerged, blowing both warriors away from each other. If the clash was to take a few steps back, Vanguard's body was blown away by the monstrous force.
But Vanguard still stood from the mighty attack, akin small flame unfaltering even as darkness devoured all in it's path. Glaring at his opponent, he asked in an echoing voice, a voice as mighty as the thunder.
"Who... are you?"
It didn't matter who his opponent was, but his pride demanded the opponent to identify thyself.
Without awaiting a response, a blinding light oozed from Vanguard's body, energy unlike anything a mortal could handle coursed trough the great armour. Lightning emerged from every inch of the warrior's being,the wind around him shattering as the earth crumbled under his might.
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Noel Vs Crest
Noel stood in a large clearing with a lake and forest in the distance and mountains lining the skyline on all sides. Opposing her stood a pale short man in dark clothing, about twenty or thirty feet away. She quickly took out Bolverk and accurately fired three shots at him.
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War took a single step back, just to avoid any unnecessary swings from Vanguard. In opposition, his opponent was blown back, cracks forming in the metal armor that held his opponent's form.
"Who... are you?"
"You know me, boy. I walk with you every day. I am War, and you, I am afraid, are about to die.
His form consumed by writhing shadows and flame, still holding back, the personified form of every weapon, every war to ever take place pulled forth the greatest of all blades.
The Nameless Sword.
In his hand did it reside, and as a brilliant light began to shine from his brow, six wings of incandescent flame unfurled from his back, shrieking in anguish, melting the concrete and the metal and the glass around him, magnifying the aura of battle until it would choke a man, crushing down with scent of blood and steel.
A single step, and then the great sword swung down with more force than anything before.
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Noel Vs Crest
Crest watched his opponent raise her gun and immediately dived to the side into a roll.
Rejection of Limits!
Upon leveling his balance Crest immediately shot forward, using his Rejection of Limits to, for a moment, augment his speed. He arrived in front of her in and his knife flashed out, the blade coated in Rejection of Matter.
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...You know what, fuck this, we're out. This guy isn't even a Monster.
Oh come on, it was just starting to get fun...
Taking a moment to focus himself, Adjutor simply dashes into a nearby shadow, slipping in and making his way out of the room and this whole mess in general.
Lorenzo Vs Adjutor
He's standing in a large stone courtyard inside a castle, devoid of any distinguishing features. The courtyard is bounded by widely spaced pillars holding up the castle around him and, all in all, is rather...plain. And so, he finds himself wondering where the hell the shadow walking took him this time.
All my weapons, no ammo, full reserves. Where the hell are we?
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Vanguard stared in awe as he faced the flames of destruction. Every fiber of his being told him to back down, to yield, to give in...
"Bastard." He muttered under his breath as the screeching lightning tore all that he stood upon. The warrior let out a roar that would chase the crows from the battlefield.
"DO NOT TAKE ME LIGHTLY!"
Charging like a heavenly bullet, Vanguard dashed towards his deadly foe as the ground twisted and crumbled under his steps. And the world shook.
Flames engulfing him from all directions, all that stood between vanguard and his foe was a primordial force of the heavens: lightning.
Marching forward with a blur, Vanguard withstood the attack, his body bubbling with heat as the metal glowed and burst with incandescence. His mind faded, the vessel that maintained him was crumbling down.
But even so, he did not back down, Vanguard reached once again his opponent, and using all his might, swung his incredible pole arm at the opponent's chest.
And the heavens roared, for before the thunder came the lightning, but not a single drop of blood befell, the blade barely penetrated his opponent's flesh before stopping. Had the blade even pierced his skin? Even the gods could not answer.
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Noticing his enemy, Lorenzo wasted no time. In a swift movement, he drew his flintlock and fired, a hail of prana charging at the man to tear him like swiss cheese.
At the same time, the pirate glanced at a nearby table, multiple candles stood atop.
It only took a sudden snap of his fingers in order for the flames to grow into bird-like creatures, who took heed to Lorenzo's will and quickly circled the man.
The bullets or the flames, either way, he was a dead man.
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Noel saw him dodge her bullets and charge at her; she instinctively took up a defensive stance and parried a knife-thrust with Bolverk. She quickly smacked him in the chest with her other pistol.
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Crest’s knife was met but one of the guns, the rejection burring itself in the metal, but the knife was pushed away due to the energy that makes of the gun. The result was a large hole in the weapon as Crest released the Rejection.
Then he was hit by the other gun, sent tumbling back and releasing hold of his knife that remained lodged in the gun. One of his ribs was potentionally busted from that blow, but the adrenalin dulled the pain.
He then went to his side and grabbed his short bow, and with his right hand drew a couple of arrows. Then he shot the arrows in quick succession, so quick that he was unable to coat them in Rejection of Matter.
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Noel felt one of her guns break as a knife embedded itself in it. She saw him start firing arrows at her, which she easily sidestepped as she returned fire, rapidly covering the area around him with explosions.
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Adjutor, at this point, notices something out of the corner of his eye. Multiple somethings, all barreling straight for him.
Shit!
Adjutor tries to dodge, and succeeds for the most part. He manages to avoid the worst of the damage, but a few rounds still clip him with violent stabs of pain, tearing through his left arm and leaving multiple bloody holes in it as he turns in the direction of the gunfire to find... birds? Made of fire?
Are you serious?!
Reaching back for Laivatain, Adjutor briefly grips the handle of the blade before it goes incorporeal, turning into a fiery presence as it shoots through the skies, consuming any birds it reaches.
Meanwhile, Adjutor draws Tyrfing with his good hand and looks around, eyes unsealed, before sighting on a figure practically shining with mana. From what he could see of the man's mana and the familiars that Laivatain was attacking, this man was probably extremely skilled with fire magic. A smaller signature marked what looked like an extremely old-styled pistol. Kinda like those flintlocks of old.
Wonderful. A pirate.
First priority, however, was to heal the damaged arm and restore use of Switch Hand.
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Tsk... he didn't croak
Lorenzo had no time to waste, if he didn't move, he would be found and gutted by that dog. Without making a single sound, Lorenzo aimed for his opponent and fired, the noise would provide a suitable distraction.
At the same time, Lorenzo focused his energy and ordered the flames to dance once again. This time, the birds shifted from every direction, hiding behind various locations by flying around the enemy's blind spot in order to remain undetected.
The pirate would use this window of opportunity to switch cover.
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With a moment of concentration, a tracery of veins runs up the arm holding the blade as a certain amount of blood is sacrificed as the wounds on Adjutor's left arm close up almost immediately. Meanwhile, the pirate, his location betrayed by his mana, levels the flintlock again.
Not this time.
Adjutor is already moving, letting the shot, a tiny packet of mana, slip harmlessly past him as more fire birds burst from every possible direction. Unfortunately for them, Laivatain had just gotten finished with their brethren, using the energy it gained to turn into a majestic eagle as it circles about, doing its best to keep the lesser birds at bay.
Meanwhile, the pirate seems to be making his way to a different spot. Unfortunately for him, his mana still gives him away, clearly marking him as he moves from one piece of cover to the next.
"Moeskarne," Adjutor says, more to himself than his unknown assailant, Reinforcing himself as he continues to track the pirate.
You can't hide...
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The child stared with unblinking eyes as the red edge of the spear approached his head, and six tendrils as thick as a man's arm burst from his body to respond to the threat. One that ended with a blade clashed with the black weapon while another coiled around the spear and pulled with unnatural force.
Two others were swung at the knight's legs in an attempt to ruin his footing while the last of the tendrils formed heavy clumps of biomass at their ends and were thrust at his opponent's chest like battering rams. Even if that armor was indestructible it would still hurt it's owner and if it wasn't that only made things easier.
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Tsk
Lorenzo noticed the great bird of fire halting his attack. It seemed he wasn't the only one who was able in the craft of pyromancy. But it wasn't enough, surely it wasn't enough. In the snap of two fingers, the birds exploded in a great burrs of energy, releasing burning ash and smoke alongside the fiery blast. Columns of smoke fell below, spreading ash and dust around the yard.
The area clouded in smoke, this was his plan all along.
The air burned, but such a thing was but a bothersome detail to the pirate, who quickly drew his rapier just before his opponent neared his location.
In a sudden motion, Lorenzo dug his foot into the ground, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
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Crest saw the woman dodge his arrows, and before she could raise her gun his Rejection took hold.
Rejection of Limits!
And with his momentary speed he dashed to the side to avoid the shots that were to come and ran, desperately trying to dodge as the area around him exploded.
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Well this is a problem.
Adjutor looks around for a moment, trying to squint through the smoke before giving up on it and drawing Valmanway from its sheath with an Armogarian tendril before using it to redirect the cleaner air above him down to the courtyard, clearing up a small area around him. Spotting the pirate once more by his fiery mana, Adjutor decides on giving the fool a taste of his own medicine. The teen focuses for a moment before using Valmanway to blast all the smoke, ash, and dust directly towards the pirate, clearing the path between the two but leaving the pirate covered if he didn't counter it. Adjutor then charges, calling Lavatain back to him as the tendril whips forward, tossing the Air Elemental dagger at the pirate while Adjutor readies Tyrfing and Rahab.
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Lorenzo winced as the smoke and burning matter directed itself towards it. Wasting no time, the pirate dug the rapier into the ground.
A sudden surge of mana burst from the sword, all ash and smoke stopped in it's tracks before circling around him. An oddly shaped structure stood around the pirate, the massive amount of mana hid his own momentarily before the smoke simply fell to the ground.
Not a single particle of dust or ash laid upon Lorenzo's body. But there was no time for relief, the pirate barely had the time to react to the flung dagger.
With a swift movement, Lorenzo deflected the blade with his own, both men now glared at each other intensely. His cover was blown, but he had a few more tricks up his sleeve.
The pirate suddenly dashed towards the opponent, sword in hand as he took a fighting stance.
Ever since the smoke had fallen, not once had Lorenzo opened his mouth, not once had he let out a breath, so as he laid in front of his opponent, he simply... opened his mouth.
Go to hell for me, shit.
A small sparrow popped out of that very mouth, reaching his opponent's visage with ease before bursting into flames.
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Too close. Way too close. He was too close to block the fiery bird with either Tyrfing or Rahab, so he did the next best thing and moved his head over to the left slightly, just enough that he can feel the heat of the fiery little bird as he passes it on the way to the pirate, slashing out at the pirate with Tyrfing as he keeps his guard up with Rahab.
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Lancelot's eyes grew wide as monstrous dark grey tentacles sprouted from the boy's body, stopping his weapon cold while attacking him from four directions at once. There wasn't any time to think, and the dark knight reacted with all the instinct earned from a lifetime of combat.
The creature, whatever it was, was immensely strong. Lancelot himself had the strength necessary to maintain a hold on his spear, but that meant him getting pulled along for the ride as well. Fortunately this worked to his advantage: Pushing off with his feet, Arturia's knight launched his body into the air while still maintaining a grip on his weapon. His entire body pivoted around the shaft of the spear as the momentum provided by the "child's" yank carried him overhead.
The instant Lancelot's feet touched the ground, he gave the weapon a rough jerk, tearing it free from the tentacle's grip with a grunt of effort. Moving too fast for the human eye to perceive, the berserker struck at his enemy's exposed back, this time aiming to behead the monster.
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Lorenzo barely blocked the attack, clashing steel deafened the area as blows met each other with great might.
He was strong, much stronger than the pirate could ever hope to be, that was a certainty. But if sheer migh twas all that mattered, the Earth would still be ruled by the dinosaurs now wouldn't it?
The rapier parried the opponent's blade with incredible precision, each strike was met with a quick flash of steel. To the naked eye such a spectacle would've been but blurred movements, but Lorenzo knew that despite his great skill, he could never topple this opponent head on.
The dug foot emerging, Lorenzo quickly kicked dirt into the opponent's eyes, the attack momentarily blinding him. Such an advantage would not last long, so Lorenzo instinctively lunged his rapier at the man's throat, a cold flash of steel aiming at him like a serpent.
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Rahab in my left hand, guarding. Tyrfing in my right hand, attacking. Laivatain behind me, just now returning to a weapon form. Valmanway off behind my opponent, unusable.
Adjutor steps back just in time to catch a face full of dirt, but it doesn't matter. Knowing that an attack will be following soon after, Adjutor launches a back-handed slash to intercept the anticipated follow-up blow, likely aimed for the closest vulnerability, his throat, before letting go of Tyrfing and reaching back to bring Laivatain up in a wide slash across the pirate's chest as a follow up, counting on the opponent's weapon being occupied with Tyrfing to clear the path for the two-hander.
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Shit
Lorenzo cursed, hi opponent was ridiculously skilled, to avoid a blow like that, one would need incredible fighting experience. The tables had now turned, the pirate was cornered like a rat and yet...
A vicious grin spread across his face, his eyes giving his opponent a deathly glare. In an instant, Lorenzo threw himself on the ground, letting go of his sword and avoiding the blade by a hair's length. His skin had been slashed, but the wound was insignificant.
As soon as the man touched the floor, he wasted no time to draw his flintlock, firing a hail of projectiles towards the opponent that stood tall before him. His hand occupied by firing the gun, he used his free hand to take hold of his blade once again.
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Adjutor continues retreating, catching the edge of the latest barrage as an Armogarian tendril reaches out to snag Tyrfing. Wincing at the stabs of pain, Adjutor forgoes healing the wounds for the sake of using Rahab to launch a hail of icy spikes in reply as he resheathes Laivatain, the Armogarians on his right hand turning into a thick gauntlet, covering his hand entirely in black metal as he catches Tyrfing, readying himself to try to get past the pirate to retrieve Valmanway, but not moving yet.
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Lorenzo had no time to waste, the ice spikes aiming for him, his instincts kicked in as he fired his flintlock once more. This time, no bullet came out, but a tremendous spark seeped from the firearm.
Fire emerged from the weapon, a bird larger than any that had manifested prior. A blood-curling screech could be heard as the creature exploded, the blast diverging the ice projectiles from their path and producing a thick cloud of smoke.
His flesh was torn, the pirate groaned in pain as blood dripped from his limbs, thankfully the wounds were not deep enough to cause any permanent damage.
Wasting no time, he fired a hail of prana once again to cripple his enemy, but unlike previously, he whipped his rapier in order to reach his foe, the blade grazing the man's ankle.
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Quick reaction times, resourceful, and damned good with a blade.
Might be a good time to use it.
Perhaps.
The fire bird that defeated the barrage of ice was expected, as was the explosion and the subsequent hail of magical gunfire, all consumed by Tyrfing as Adjutor continued to watch the smoke that resulted. The rapier, however, was by no means expected as it stabs into Adjutor's ankle, prompting a hiss of pain from his as he leaps back to create some distance. Something is wrong with his leg, however, as it drags slightly, tripping him up and turning what should have been a smooth landing into a rather messy tumble.
Poisoned blade, eh?
Well, fuck that.
Taking a moment to steady himself, Adjutor stabs Tyrfing into his own leg, draining all of the blood out of his leg before the poison can spread any further before forcing Tyfing to spit the poisoned blood out. Not wasting any time, he tightens his grip on Tyrfing, the red tracery appears on sword and arm alike as new blood flows into the leg, Adjutor drawing directly from Tyrfing's stocks to replenish the blood he just lost.
With this task completed, Adjutor quickly stands up readying himself for the pirate's offensive, though he's a bit unsteady on the formerly poisoned leg and still bleeding from the multitude of magical bullets that grazed him earlier.
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He keeps throwing oddity after oddity...
Lorenzo sneered at the aftermath of that exchange, it seemed his opponent could now counter his magic, the gun would be no longer effective and the flames could be somewhat countered. That man even evacuated the poison out of his system, such an enemy could not be called human anymore.
But his tricks were far from over, using all the strength in his body, Lorenzo arched back and leapt from the ground, feet hitting the opponent's face as he used it like a platform in order to flip back and gain even ground.
Now standing once again, the pirate glared at the opponent, his wounds hurt, but the opponent was crippled as well. If Lorenzo bared with the pain for a while longer, he might be able to turn the scales to his favor...
He threw his flintlock and rapier high up the ground, and in a hair's breath, he pounced at his enemy, closing the distance in a swift dash. Both were so close they could've kissed, but Lorenzo's intentions were much different.
Wasting no time, he violently banged his head on the man's face once more, the sound of bone breaking clear, likely the opponent's nose. With such a close proximity, it would be nigh impossible to reach him with a sword, and he moved with monstrous tenacity.
Blows pounding on the enemy's body, he mercilessly attacked the man's throat, stomach and tights with powerful blows, before using his whole weight in a mighty knee kick in the loins.
The blade now fell back to the ground, the gun reached further back from the pirate. With a swift movement, Lorenzo took advantage of the opponent's state to swiftly thrust his sword at the man's feet in order to pierce them.
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Leg still hasn't recovered enough to dodge, moving too fast otherwise...Fuck it.
As the first of many blows pounded down on him, Adjutor raised enough of a guard to protect most of his vitals, depending on his Reinforced body to tank the rest while he gathered mana into a compact "ball of sorts". Adjutor vaguely registers the pirate's knee going for a particularly vital area right as he unleashes the energy.
"Enarkseom!" he shouts as the Unfocusing, strong enough at this point to send everything within a meter of him flying, explodes out of him, shoving the would-be brawler away with enough force to send him flying a decent distance.
With that, accomplished, Adjutor takes a moment to heal the earlier wounds with Tyrfing, including the broken nose the man had just gifted him.
"Next?" he says, practically daring the pirate to charge in again as he readied Tyrfing and Rahab once more.
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"Heh, cheeky bastard.", Lorenzo snarled with a huge grin in his face, humored by the opponent's tenacity. Flame, guns, blades and even hand to hand fighting... this man managed to bear each attack.
Taking hold of his gun once again, Lorenzo thrust his sword in the ground. Suddenly, smoke and flame erupted, an incredible amount of mana seeped from the area they stood from, the courtyard was covered in fire circling the pirate.
Fading, the flames gave in to smoke, only to seep away and reveal that the pirate had now simply... vanished. Yes, Lorenzo used the incredible inferno as cover in order to take a run for it, he was now hiding somewhere in the castle.
...
The Castle
Lorenzo stood at the end of the lavatories, tending to his wounds as he readied himself. Surely the pirate would eventually be found, that was his intention from the start. Countless candles and flames stood at all sides of the fortress, he could clearly see from each and every corner of the castle.
Like a predator, he waited for his prey to show himself.
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One soul had been needed to recoup the loss of mana from that fight. One of the thirty souls stored within Tyrfing to bring him back to full reserves, and he ended up using it rather quickly. Tracking the pirate hadn't been as simple as tracing his mana.
It had been even simpler.
Following the blood trail left behind by the pirate, Adjutor stops before rounding the corner leading into the lavatories. Looking around for a moment, he reaches back for Laivatain and, without bothering to draw the blade from its sheath, snuffs out all the flames nearby before slipping into the new shadows. Quickly leaping over to some shadows further inside, likely in the Lavatory proper, Adjutor takes a moment to look around for any moving shadows. In the meanwhile, he draws Valmanway and starts pouring mana into it, the blade itself pulsing a muted green as it prepares to unleash powers normally off-limits to it.
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Oh well
Lorenzo was not even fazed by this turn of events, his opponent had fallen straight for the bait. The pirate could approximately tell where it stood, so all it took was a snap of fingers for the unextinguished flames to grow and burst.
The floor above the pirate crumbled, multiple explosions could be heard at once. All that was left of the lavatories was rubble surrounding Lorenzo. If Adjutor was nearby, he'd be most likely crushed by this point, and if not, well, he still had one more ace up his sleeve.
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Adjutor couldn't hear the blast from within the shadows, but he could most certainly see the shadows outside of the lavatories disappear as they were replaced by shadows of what looked vaguely like rubble.
...Oh shit. Okay, that's it, enough holding back.
Adjutor takes a moment to section off enough mana for another Unfocusing, then cordons off the amount to activate the Armor as well, keeping the mana reserved for the Unfocusing separate from the mana reserved for the armor as he slips out of the shadows, already in cover, looking around the darkened room in search of Lorenzo's mana.
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PARIAH didn't move an inch as his opponent moved above him and struck at his back. Even after his head was removed from his shoulders his body didn't budge.
Then biomass moved and bone was shaped as the child's head grew back in an instant. He turned around and charged at the black knight with enough force to shatter the stone beneath his feet. One tendril snagged his old head and assimilated the biomass while two others were sent flying at the knight's spear to counter any attack. The two blunt ones launched at his opponent's head and abdomen which left the last one aimed at the knight's legs in case he attempted to move away again.
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Lorenzo smirked at the aftermath of his attack. His plan went off more smoothly than he planned, almost too smoothly...
It seemed victory was on his side, but turning around, he saw a familiar silhouette. Fate was a vicious wench one would say.
Oh blast me.
The pirate winced in disgust, his opponent should have perished from that, and yet he seemed even stronger than before.
Even worse, the enemy was now armored, his rapier would be much less effective. However, Lorenzo had two advantages. First of all, the darkness of the area was something he was accustomed to, he could easily see the armored man even in pitch black dark.
And it was readying. Pyre grew and danced over the two men, fire spread at a monstrous rate as Lorenzo readied himself for a terrifying fire attack.
Swiftly slipping from cover to cover, Lorenzo readied himself for the attack.
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Adjutor opens his mouth to invoke Valmanway's secondary ability, when fire spread everywhere on the floor above them, visible through the gaping hole in the ceiling, almost as fast as the Fire Concept's own infernos.
It was obvious by now that this man's specialty was in manipulating fire, likely an art he'd trained continuously ever since he'd gained access to it.
So let's see how you do without any fire to work with.
Hey, whoa, wait a minute, he can make his own, we saw him do so back in the courtyard.
And he's probably limited with what he can do without an active fire-source.
And the maneuver you're planning is going to do the same for us, only with all of the Elementals.
We're not beating this guy in a contest of magic. Not like this.
Adjutor sighs, then gets up out of cover, looking around for the pirate and finding him moving from cover to cover.
Fast as you maybe, we're still faster.
Adjutor dashes forward, a black streak weaving through the cover with on Reinforced and Armored legs as he charges Lorenzo, aiming to grab the pirate and take Lorenzo with him.
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Fast...
Lorenzo barely had time to react before he was spotted. A quick blur was all he could see before he was violently grabbed by his opponent.
Resistance was futile, he knew better than to struggle against an opponent of such strength. Instead, he embraced the enemy with open arms, grabbing him in turn.
"I'm not coming with you, you're coming with me!", the pirate roared with a feral rictus.
Grabbing on tightly, Lorenzo focused all into this attack, every flame that stood now moved erratically, swirling faster and faster until the pyre simply... fell.
A literal rain of fire, nothing could stand in it's way. Because both opponents were grappling at each other, dodging would not be an option.
Too late.
And everything burned, nothing could stand in the flame's wake, but even surrounded by pyre, Lorenzo did not even flinch. No flame of his could harm him, he would remain unburned and unharmed by the attack. His enemy, however...
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Adjutor grins behind the armor as the fire starts to come down. Too slow. Before it can touch down, he's already moving with the pirate, a task made easier by the pirate embracing him in return. A foot touches the shadow of some of the rubble and Adjutor slips inside, still holding on to the pirate as they crash down in the shadows.
Here, the shadows are the only light and the only ground, and all else is an infinite dark abyss. It is here that the two continue to struggle with one another, while the pyre outside moves the shadows of the rubble, changing the geometry slightly but not destroying it at all.
Welcome to the shadows, pirate.
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The whole world turned black.
Lorenzo could but gasp at this sudden turn of events, dumbfounded by it all. Until then, he had carefully tried to plan his way to victory, always staying one step ahead his opponent.
But no man could keep their cool after witnessing something like THAT.
Quickly, he kicked off the opponent with all his might, gaining some distance. Lorenzo now stood baffled by this turn of events. His plan was flawless, it should've-
No. That's not it, I must've underestimated him!
Yes, as Lorenzo glared furiously at his enemy, teeth gnashing and hands clawing, he took a deep breath.
And suddenly, a sickeningly smug smile crawled on the man's lips.
Without wasting any time, Lorenzo dug his rapier into the shadowed ground, and recited words imbued with magic.
As he spoke, distorted words echoing like a deathly bell, the ground began to... shake. It almost seemed as if the shadow seeped with something.
The earth, or whatever the two stood upon, bubbled with heat, waves clashing against each other and circling Lorenzo until it all ended with an enormous pillar of smoke, in the middle of this pillar stood a single flame shaping itself in all oddities.
It almost looked... like a ship.
And watching the world from the soaring ship above stood Lorenzo Remei, a great grin formed on his bloodied face.
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The spear cleaved through his opponent's neck with ease, leaving the severed head to fall to the ground. Lancelot relaxed his stance with a mix of relief and disappointment.
Except the rest of the body didn't follow. Dark grey matter flowed up from the hole between the shoulders, forming into yet another head in less than a second. Another tendril reached out from the boy's body and snatched up the severed head, breaking it down into more of that same grey-black substance and absorbing it into himself. As the monster turned to face him, Lancelot's lips parted slightly in an expression of shock that was hidden by his helmet.
Then it charged, it's very footsteps shattering the stone tiles as it sprinted at him. The dark knight backpedaled as fast as he could, reacting to the incoming tentacles almost before he perceived them. With a twirling motion, the tip of his spear sliced at the two closest to him, cutting off the tips, but that barely even seemed to slow them down. The tendrils closed in, going for his head, his feet, his midsection, and Lancelot furiously cut them away only for them to grow back and keep coming.
Suddenly two tendrils, one from each side, grabbed onto both ends of the spear with an iron grip, locking it in place. In the milisecond it took to let go of the shaft of the weapon, the boy - whatever it was - closed to point-blank range and hammered the former Knight of the Lake with a lightning-fast tentacle strike. While the armor was unaffected, the man beneath it felt as though he had just taken a direct hit from a lance in a jousting match. The sheer force of the blow sent him sailing backwards through the air before his back slammed into a stray tree.
Rattled from being so viciously thrown around, Lancelot staggered for a moment before he regained his balance. With no weapon in hand, he reached down to pick up the two largest stones on the ground within reach. The stones immediately blackened and criss-crossed with glowing red lines of supernatural power. One after another, the dark knight threw both rocks at the abomination with all his strength, launching them with speed and power comparable to tank shells.
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A ship. A fucking ship. Holy shit.
Best. Pirate. Ever.
Not even wanting to bother with that level of ridiculousness, Adjutor leaps out of the shadow to find himself surrounded by flames.
Where on earth?!
And then a tiger made of fire tried to pounce on him.
Okay, fuck this noise. We're finishing this.
With that, Adjutor finds the shadow he fell out of and leaps back into it, falling...onto the deck of the Pirate's ship. Not wasting any time, Adjutor draws Rahab and Tyrfing and charges straight for the man, Armored feet pounding across the deck as his Reinforced speed carried him like a black, red, and icy-blue blur, swinging with Tyrfing and stabbing with Rahab as soon as he got in range.
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Lorenzo stood on the deck of the ship, grinning wildly as his opponent vanished.... only to appear right in front of him.
Welcome to the fiery fortune mate, try the fires of hell for me will ya.
The pirate didn't even flinch as his opponent charged towards him with insane speed, one unlike what he had ever displayed prior.
Not even drawing his sword, Lorenzo looked right at his opponent's eyes as he let out a dry chuckle.
Suddenly, countless cannonballs emerged from the deck's wooden floor, forming cracks as the projectiles flew towards Adjutor from below. No matter how fast or hardy, one wouldn't be able to avoid so many cannonballs at this range, deadly projectiles approaching from all sides.
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This was a bad idea.
The hell are you talking about?! We're fighting a pyromancer pirate on board his awesome pirate ship while cannonballs come out of everywhere to try and smash us! What part of this isn't awesome?!
Realizing that he probably won't be able to avoid this many cannonballs, even as fast as he is right now, Adjutor takes a different route. Quickly plotting out the trajectories of every cannonball he can see, he jumps and kicks off the nearest one. With Reinforced speed and strength and with the Armor protecting him, Adjutor kicks off cannonball after cannonball, still coming after Lorenzo like a shot cannonball himself, Tyrfing and Rahab prepared to rend the pirate limb from limb.
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Wha?
The spectacle Lorenzo Remei now witnessed defied all reason.
This is absurd...
A feral rictus spread on his face, his heart danced like never before in the past. Instinctively, the man drew his rapier and blocked the blow with all his might. Sparks flew in the air as he was violently blown away by the force of the clash, hitting the edge of the ship.
Touching his chest, he felt something wet. It took him but a brief instant to realise the crimson liquid was blood, his own blood.
The pirate grunted, glaring madly at the enemy with the ferocity of a tiger. One couldn't tell if he was smiling or cursing the heavens.
A loud crunching noise broke the dead silence of the soaring ship.
"Sorry, but I'll have to cheat a little, boy." Lorenzo snarled before charging at his enemy, this time much faster than ever before.
At the same time, countless cannonballs flew towards his enemy from all sides, zoning the opponent.
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"Don't be," Adjutor says, dodging the cannonballs with ease. Before, when they were being fired to block his path, it would have been damn near impossible to deal with this. But now? With all the cannonballs aiming for one target, one man at one point in space? Child's play.
The reinvigorated pirate, however, was something new. Something fresh. Something-
Exciting? I've never felt excited on a hunt, before.
We're not on a hunt, dumbass.
Hooking Laivatain's hilt with Rahab and Valmanway's hilt with Tyrfing, Adjutor meets Lorenzo's charge by finally using Switch Hand, the style he'd developed specifically to make use of the full potential of four separate weapons. Through Rahab, Adjutor pulls Laivatain out of its sheath, meeting the man's charge with a downwards diagonal swing while Tyrfing flicks Valmanway out of its sheath, sending it speeding towards the man at melee range, and following up with a slash from Tyrfing and a piercing stab from Rahab, all four blows intending to land almost simultaneously, all four of them killing or severely wounding blows.
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Lorenzo's eyes opened wide, every ounce of every fiber of his being was focused on the man who stood before him.
Such speed was simply... inhuman. He saw it all unfold before his eyes, the man dodged the barrage of cannons as if it was nothing at all.
...nothing at all.
There was no time to think, all the pirate could see was a blur, a constant blur charging towards him like a tearing gale. His heart stopped, his breath ceased, and for the first time in his life, Lorenzo truly saw.
Four blades came at him from four different direction, each was to tear his body almost simultaneously.
Had it actually been simultaneous, Lorenzo would've died there and then.
The blur, he could see the afterimage of each slash, only so he could guess the trajectory of the swords for a split second. In an instant, he swung his blade with speed that shamed all previous blows he ever dealt in his life.
His rapier moved madly, almost taking a life of his own. It didn't matter what happened afterwards, what he needed was to reach the four blurs. The four blurs...
The clash lasted less than a second, Lorenzo bled profusely, having barely managed to parry the attack, four gaping wounds gashed with blood. But these cuts were diverged by the rapier, none of them reached deep enough in his body to cut the bone.
Pain shot trough him, but he had no time to feel it.
In a rush, his rapier struck the armoured opponent with incredible speed, an insignificant spark burst as the blade simply bounced off the armoured body.
Lorenzo smiled, for at that very instant, the opponent's body caught fire. Instantly, the man drew his gun, taking a defensive stance to prevent any further attacks to an extent.
His leg would go numb any second now, but that was unimportant.
The man pulled the trigger, the whole sequence of events that occurred lasted but an instant, a flurry of prana shot from the gun, concentrated energy shot from the flintlock at a point blank range.
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That was sloppy.
You haven't used Switch Hand in a while, of course it's sloppy.
The flames burst to life on the armor. Thank goodness he held on to that Unfocusing.
"Enarkseom!" Adjutor shouts blasting away the flames and the pirate himself, in addition to disrupting that damned gun, before charging in once more, dodging any further cannon fire on his path to the pirate, attacking similarly to the last one each time. Each time all four swords strike at the pirate almost simultaneously, and each time each of the of the swords is going for a fatal blow. It was this almost literal rain of swords that fell upon the pirate, each attack intent on taking his life.
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The pirate was blown away by some alien force, everything he threw at his opponent was simply pushed away. Flung like a ragdoll by this force, Lorenzo violently hit the foremast's wooden edge.
This is ba-
His opponent rushed at him faster than ever, a rain of steel befell upon him, the sound of clashing metal was of such might it'd drive the crows away from a battlefield. For every succesful parry, three cuts appeared on his body, barely avoiding Lorenzo's vitals. What was but a short exchange resulted in countless wounds covering every inch of Lorenzo's body.
The man's demonic technique were surley a result of a rigid training that amounted to the perfection of such skill. Lorenzo couldn't help but be impressed at such a thing, but he had no time to ponder on his awe, thinking wasted far too much time.
Moving around the foremast, the pirate used the ship itself as cover in order to avoid fatal blows. Unlike his opponent, he knew the ship inside out.
I just need to make it... to that place.
And the Fiery Fortune suddenly shook, the ship leaned to the left. The opponent would lose his balance, but Lorenzo was used to fighting aboard.
Without wasting breath, he took a run for it, moving at a mad pace towards the secret passageway that stood away from his reach. Of course, he knew his opponent would follow him there, he always would.
But the cannons, they would shoot from every direction, be it on the deck or inside the ship itself, countless cannonballs blocked the enemy's path.
To follow Lorenzo would be no easy task, but he knew such a thing would only buy him time. Just to make sure, he aimed at him with his flintlock and shot countless times at him in order to keep him at bay, still running towards the trapdoor.
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A small frown was displayed on PARIAH's face as his enemy was hurtled away. A tendril tossed the spear away as the child charged at the knight again but this time he was greeted with two chunks of blackened stone.
So PARIAH jumped. He hopped straight over the rocks and hit the ground running at his opponent with the same amount of tenacity as before, except this time four more tentacles sprouted from his body. All ten of the tendrils bulged with extra biomass and reached towards the weapon master. Two aimed to restrain or slow each limb while the final two were sent to slam into the man's body gave out.
But those were the least of the black knight's issues. One of PARIAH's tiny hands were clenched into a fist and the arm was slowly being fed biomass to increase in length. If his enemy were to somehow escape the tendrils the virus would make sure to stretch and strike his enemy with strength that far surpassed that of any extra appendage.
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Compared to the cannonballs, avoiding the flintlock shots was child's play. And Tyrfing couldn't absorb cannon balls. Adjutor continues to follow the pirate, hindered by the endless cannonballs flying from below the decks, but relentless in his pursuit of the pirate's bounty...or was it his booty?
Not like I can do much about it, though. Too many cannons, firing too fast for me to just start shoving them off the ship
Who fucking cares?! This guy is putting up almost as much of a fight as Darius.
I think you're exaggerating a bit there, but yes, this man is putting up quite the fight.
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"Hehehe...haaah..hahahahahah-" Lorenzo was now laughing madly, running faster and faster towards his goal. His blood gaw gushing from all over his body, leving a visible trail. He knew that of course, but such a thing wouldn't matter.
Just a bit more, to reach that place.
He was now panting like a half dead cur, holding on to what little he had left, the pirate gasped for air ad he dragged his bloodied body trough the secret passageway.
Eight minutes for my body, five for the ship...
Pushing his way trough a heavy iron door, he finally found what he looked for. Barrels, hundreds and hundreds of barrels. Just enough rum to appease a hundred men for a hundred days. Lorenzo was on the verge of tears, his grin reached ear to ear.
Guarding the ship's brewery, numerous cannons and countless fire familiars of diverse shapes and sizes. If his opponent managed to reach him, the last stand would surely take place here and then.
Lorenzo sighed, taking a glass that stood in the proximity, he filled it and drank it's contents greedily. He'd need all the help he'd get to vanquish this foe.
"Heh, this might well be my last drink lads, this ain't no joke...", the pirate muttered humorously before letting a dry chuckle.
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Adjutor blasts through the door to find...fire familiars. Fire familiars everywhere. All standing between him and the pirate. And then there's all these cannons. And there he is. Standing there. The headiness of this fight is getting to him, the pirate's own fiery attitude seeping into the teen as fire lights in his very veins, leaving him burning for more. More fighting, more blood, more of the pirate's blades clashing with his own. He wanted to pierce the pirate with his blades, feel the life force draining from him into Tyrfing. He wanted to be pierced, to feel that wonderful poison coursing through his veins once more. Everything. He wanted all of it.
The lord of the castle that was this ship, hidden within the deepest parts of his keep. His body bloody and barely holding on, yet here he was, standing behind all of the fortifications that remained between the Hunter and the Pirate. Enjoying what may very well be his last drink.
"Hah," Adjutor laughs, realizing now what kind of fun he's been missing out on with his humorless hunts, "Hahahaha...AHAHAHAHA! This is perfect! Yes, come on! A fight! We shall have one! We shall throw everything we are at one another until only one of us is left standing!"
All four swords at the ready, two in his hands, and the other two held up by the other blades. Ready to fight. Ready to kill. Ready to die. Whatever happened, this would be good. Fitting. Satisfying.
"Let's dance, Pirate!" Adjutor shouts, charging towards the pirate all possible speed, leaping from the floor to the walls to the ceiling and back again, temporarily defying gravity itself to reach his foe.
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"Ok!", the pirate roared in glee as his opponent charged towards him with the speed of a bullet. But this time, it would be different.
Last stand.
In an instant, Lorenzo pulled his gun's trigger, a single prana bullet flew, hitting an oil lamp nearby.
A blast consumed the whole area, explosion after explosion, a deadly inferno devoured all in it's path.
The countless barrels of alcohol burst into flames, exploding and releasing a haul of deadly sharpnel.
And in the middle of this bombing was his foe, to be consumed by countless flames and torn apart by a carpet of projectiles.
But this wasn't enough, it wouldn't be. So the pirate's body erupted in flames as his legs released a burst of pyre. Lorenzo took flight, propelled by the released flames like a jet.
They would fight here, in this burning hall of death, an arena of flames, cannons and gunpowder were two men would clash to their heart's content.
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Flying?! Fucking flying?!
I think the awesome just fried my brain.
The explosions blasted Adjutor off his feet and into a nearby wall, the shrapnel pinging off his armor uselessly. The armored teen lays there for a moment, dazed and tasting his own blood, before getting up to see Lorenzo flying around like a poor man's Iron Man.
You can't just cockblock me like that!
With that, he sheathes the rest of the blades except for Tyrfing and Valmanway. Gripping Valmanway, he finally starts the invocation, after the blade had spent so long in dormancy.
"Wing Blade Valmanway," Adjutor says, aiming at Lorenzo with the blade held ready to be thrown, "FLY!"
As he says this, he throws the blade at Lorenzo, the blade screaming through the air as it flies towards the pirate's center mass at Mach 3.
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Lorenzo basked in glee as the armoured man resisted everything he had thrown at him. The madness of battle had taken his mind by now, he felt a blood rush like never before in his life as he fought this amazing opponent.
The enemy now launched a demonic dagger at him, a blade that tore the air apart as it mercilessly lunged at Lorenzo with a thunderous boom. But thankfully, Lorenzo had gained just enough momentum to do something.
Just before the dagger left his enemy's hands, Lorenzo had flipped backwards, his fiery legs imbued with an all consuming heat. A monstrous burst of flames shot from his legs, a burst of pyre unlike what any man could conceive.
All the fire of the area concentrated in this one blow, forming a colossal eagle-like creature made of fire that threw itself at the opponent, facing the tearing dagger.
The clash of energy tore the ship further, wood bursting and the very structure shattered in this mighty blow, a titanic explosion shook the Fiery Fortune.
But even this display couldn't halt the tearing dagger, flung at inhuman speeds, the blade shot trough the pirate's left shoulder' flaying flesh and bone alike.
Tch...
Using all the strength that his torn muscles could conjure, his left arm rose, flintlock in hand, and focusing all the energy that that arm could generate, a piercing shot of mana charged at his opponent, shooting trough his stomach as it penetrated the flesh.
Of course, Lorenzo's arm could't handle such a sudden and violent discharge of magic, as he pulled the trigger, both the arm and the weapon burst, blood erupted from the limb that simply crumbled into pieces.
He now roared in pain, his bloodshot eyes looking right at his opponent, he swung his rapier at the man who stood before him and instantly, a torrent of fire shot trough the pirate, charging towards the man.
A literal carpet bombing of fiery creatures was charging towards that man, cannon balls and torn wood flew right at him as the pressure intensified to such a degree, the wall that the enemy lied against gave in and crumbled.
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That didn't work either?!
I want to say how awesome this is, but I think we've broken the number of times we can go 'Holy Shit' without it getting old.
All but growling his defiance, Adjutor proceeded to have to restrain a shout of pain as the magical flintlock shot tore through his stomach, leaving a gaping hole. Regardless, he didn't go down. Quite the opposite, really, as he drew Rahab and Tyrfing once more before surging energy into Rahab as Xarrest called upon Tyrfing's power to catalyze blood for another healing spell, the wound in his stomach starting to seal over, though it didn't look like he'd been injured in the first place as the armor had never been damaged in the first place. Adjutor point the rapier behind him as he puts Tyrfing's hand over the pommel to assist in keep his grip
"Fang of the Sea Dragon Rahab," Adjutor starts to say, when the torrent blasts towards him. Cannonballs burst from the walls towards him as the fire forms into countless familiars. But there's still a path.
"PIERCE!" he shouts, as the blade extends, digging into the wood until it can pierce no further, a full fifth of a meter of the blade anchoring it in the wood as Adjutor flies through the air for the remaining length, launching himself at the pirate at a good 30 m/s as he brings Rahab and Tyfing to bear on him, aiming to bring the flier down right here and now.
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Lorenzo winced as he witnessed thhe armored man rise and leap from the ship, using his extending blade as support in order to reach him.
His teeth gnashing as he smiled ferociously, he roared in glee. The men clashed furiously in the air, sparks flew from every directon as their blades crossed multiple times. This time, the pirate used magic in order to create bursts of fire to guide his arm, not unlike a motor.
The deafening sound of metal against metal, the tearing pain as Lorenzo's very body cooked from the inside, his blood boiling and pumping at speeds so monstruous his insides were torn by the force. The pirate was now steaming red, his bloodshot eyes containing fire unlike ever before.
The sparks grew into flames, that danced around the two opponents, shredding the air apart and tearing at the armored man as the blows intensified. Lorenzo's body was mercilessly cut, but the multiple explosions surrounding Adjutor tore his flesh.
Both stared at each other, one last exlosion resulted from their clashing blades, they had finally gained distance. His opponent was now falling down once again, Lorenzo charged towards him with tremendous flames following behind him, not unlike a space rocket going right at the armored man.
Their blades crossed once more, this time the force was so great, the air around them burst, a boom tore both warriors, Lorenzo's ribs were crushed as countless cuts formed on his face and body. His right eye was now lost. Whipping a violent gust of burning pyre directed at him, his opponent was launched to the ground, the violent fall most definitely caused some damage.
60 seconds...
His heart was giving in, the flesh, his flesh couldn't bear it any longer. Screaming pain ate his very reason, and he stopped thinking altogether.
"LAST STAND!", Lorenzo roared, these would be the last words ever spoken by the pirate. His heat, his chest, his very being burned from the inside out. Flying near the ship, he grabbed the remaining chink of the fiery fortune, and launched it to his opponent. The ship now ceasing to float, it was akin a great projectile aimed at him, a giant construct meant to crush him.
And atop that broken ship was Lorenzo, pushing it further and further with bursting flames, the ship now turned into a deadly rocket aimed right at Adjutor.
The impact shook the earth, the mightiest explosion of them all tore the very shadows as everything burst into flames. Lorenzo now fell to the ground, his leg crumbled under the strain, he grimaced.
Inside that very explosion of erupting fire, Lorenzo could see a silhouette of a man, Without even thinking, he charged towards it with a great burst, wings of pyre on his back to propel him even faster.
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Impossible. All of this is just...impossible.
The exchanges had left Adjutor bleeding internally from all the explosions, leaving the teen coughing up blood inside the armor as the impacts tore through his body, part of it badly scorched by the magical flames.
Regardless, he gave as good as he got. The pirate was still far more heavily damaged than he was, and all it would take was some quick attention from Tyrfing to fix this damage.
But the man didn't give him an opening to even activate Tyrfing, tossing him to the ground outside of what was left of his ship before flying off.
Adjutor groans for a moment, his entire body a throbbing mass of pain, before he gets up to see...part of the ship. Flying at him.
Are you fucking serious?! He's throwing the ship at us?!
Our win.
Adjutor allows a grin behind the armor, despite the pain he's in, as he get up, Tyrfing working at healing him, the magic slowed by his lack of focus on it. Adjutor tightens his grip on Rahab for a moment, then the handle turns into a lengthening shaft, the blade and the hilt following suit as the sword quickly turns into a spear, which Adjutor holds with the tip facing behind him in a similar manner as before, surging mana into the spear as he dashes at the falling flaming ship.
"Fang of the Sea Dragon, Rahab!" Adjutor shouts, jumping into the air just before saying the critical word, "PIERCE!"
The spear as a whole extends back and down, digging into the earth before pushing the teen up and on to the chunk of falling ship. It's massive enough that the impact does alter its trajectory, which serves Adjutor's purpose as he runs along it, pumping Reinforced and Armored legs as he dashes up the falling ship to reach his foe, Adjutor pumps more mana into the spear that Rahab has become, tracking the flame-winged pirate as he aims Rahab accordingly.
"Fang of the Sea Dragon, Rahab," Adjutor says, starting to feel the strain of everything he's done starting to catch up to him. With a roar, he pushes past all of it to move faster, every ounce of strength pouring into more speed. More speed. That was all that mattered now.
Then the moment was upon him. The edge of the chunk of ship approached, and there was Lorenzo, barreling towards him with wings of flame, like the Seraphim of old.
"PIERCE!" Adjutor roars, his vocal cords straining as he leaps off the ship, Rahab extending as it digs in to the ship before continuing to extend forwards, sending the teen rocketing towards the pirate with this spear held forward to impale the rushing fool.
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The exchange lasted but an instant.
Now but a millimeter apart from each other, both opponents looked at each other with burning passion and intensity.
Lorenzo coughed a bloody stream, his nose leaked with internal fluids, his eye's color dulled. His heart had been pierced by the frozen spear, eviscerated from the inside, he felt his consciousness fade away. His blade never reached the man's skin, sparks flew as the rapier simply bounced off the armor. The winner of this bout was clear, and yet...
I win, you scurvy cur.
The pirate grabbed the man with all his might, holding him in place as if the two bodies were molded together.
Lorenzo's face was of pure serenity, the pirate passed away smiling, never letting go, gripping the man's body so hard it could crush him.
And he let out his last breath in silence.
In the burning castle, the countless flame familiars burst out of control, an endless chain of explosion erupted from the inside, destroying all in it's path. The castle now but rubble and ruins, it was clouded by a surge of suffocating smoke.
The shadow... had changed shape.
Inside the shadow, the very structures that shaped this realm distorted as everything grew and everything crumbled.
Both were now standing atop a bottomless abyss, falling down further and further. The pirate held Adjutor tightly, not an inch of his body could be separated from his opponent, his killer.
Over them, the sparks, numerous fleeting sparks till resided, unfaltering even to the passage of time and to their creator's demise. And they grew, they grew into beautiful creatures imbued with life, Lorenzo's very last breath, his will flowed trough each of them. Thousands of birds flew in the darkness, akin to countless stars.
And they charged towards the great abyss, the stars shot down to explode on contact, to incinerate and destroy all in their path.
A carpet bombing so absolute, nothing could avoid it, not even a god.
The explosion that ensued shook the very world, whatever the result may have been, Lorenzo would never know...
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As the spear drove home, Adjutor allowed a grin behind the armor, even as the dying man's blood was spat out onto his face.
Then the man grabbed him, trapping the armored teen to his body as they plummeted into the abyss.
How ironic. Beaten by my own world.
Adjutor prepared himself for the longest fall he would ever experience, when a quick look behind him reveals fire birds plummeting down to carpet bomb them.
Well fuck that.
Taking a moment to figure the birds' trajectories, Adjutor realizes that he has easily enough time to prepare a Shield Concept to take care of the birds, which he does so, the birds exploding harmlessly against the shield as they continue to plummet. The expenditure of the shield, which had to be overclocked to be able take on the full brunt of the carpet bombing, combined with everything else he's had to do so far, take their toll on the teen, and he slips off into sweet oblivion for some time. When Adjutor wakes up again, he and Lorenzo are still falling, with seemingly no end in sight.
"Well..." Adjutor says to the dead and broken pirate, "For what it's worth, you were probably the best fight I've had in a while. And the only one that's been any fun."
"...We're just going to keep falling forever, aren't we?"
By the time the smoke clears and shadows appear under what's left of the castle once more, Adjutor has found himself thoroughly bored, closed the pirate's remaining eye, bound the bleeding stump that use to be his arm, and taken the rapier and its sheath for himself. With the ground appearing under them and approaching fast, Adjutor utters a silent apology to the pirate before Reinforcing himself and positioning the pirate under him so that he takes the impact first. Prepared as such, Adjutor prepares for the impact, which comes as a sudden jarring stop to an eternal fall.
"Well, seeing as there are shadows again..." Adjutor muses, taking the pirate with him as he leaps out of the shadow.
...Damn.
He...did this?
Adjutor takes a moment to marvel at the destruction, then cremates the pirate. Finally, he walks away from the ruins, hungry and thirsty to a ridiculous degree.
Adjutor wins by victory in Combat.
Lorenzo wins the Holy Shit Quotient award.
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Noel
Noel silently tracked the man as he desperately tried to dodge her salvo. She didn't say a word as she continued to shoot at him, absolutely focused on destroying her opponent.
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Crest worked quickly when he got close to the river, using his wire he tightly tied it around multiple tree’s, while discussing the wire itself in the leaves below. It did not need to be held taught for what he needed.
So with the wire tied to the trees in one hand, and his knife in his other, he awaited his pray to enter the area he lead the.
And he saw her walk, right into his trap. And with the the wire in his hand turned black, Rejection of Matter coating it. The Rejection ate though the trees as he pulled the wire.
And like that 5 trees fell towards the armored woman, intent on crushing her completely.
Fuck she cursed, as it dawned on her that bunch of trees were about to fell on her. Mordred dashed to avoid being hit. Even if her speed and reflexes were enhanced by her spear Token to the point of surpassing mortal capability, she barely made it. If she was not cautious enough to release it beforehand, she would have likely die there, crushed by the sheer weight of trees.
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The monster jumped his improvised projectiles with ease before resuming the charge. Lancelot gritted his teeth. There were only seconds before he was within range again, and there were no readily available weapons besides Arondight. He didn’t want to use that sword, but… no, there was another option.
The dark knight used his elbow to smash the trunk of the tree behind him with all the considerable force he could summon. The relatively young tree’s trunk blew open in a spray of bark and wood chips. Wrapping his arms around the mostly severed tree, the berserker’s muscles bulged in effort as he brought the down on top of the satan spawn, which had just closed into range.
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As the tree descended PARIAH changed tactics. The tendrils withdrew and a single hand was raised to stop the tree. The ground cracked under the force as his tiny arm held up the oak but PARIAH was not phased in the slightest. Then his fist rammed into the darkened tree with enough force to send it flying back up even while in the knight's grip.
Taking advantage of the hopefully disturbed footing of his enemy PARIAH leaped at the knight with a fist aimed at the armored man's lower body.
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Richard Maxwell
It was a chilly starry night, the moon shone with it's ever watchful eye as it illuminated a clear lake. Swans were swimming, fishes were swimming and the birds were swimming. Or maybe they weren't and it was all a ruse meant to fool the uncanny eye. In the middle of this beautiful night, undead hunter and al around pain in the ass Richard was taking a peaceful stroll.
He didn't care much about the rain dripping on his face, in fact he found it quite pleasant. Of course, he didn't mind the cold chill either. Grinning merrily Richard savoured a tasty bag of pretzels without a care in the world. But sadly, all good things come to an end. A villain, lecherous vile being, bumped into him with the utmost disrespect, and caused his prized pretzels to fall down the bridge, the tasty snack now forever lost in the lake.
His face filled with utmost despair, Richard now faced a foul being, one who mercilessly murdered the pretzels he had payed with his hard earned money. Such a thing, he would never forgive.
This wanker...
So he waited, until they gained distance once more. Smiling, he closed his eyes before clicking his tongue and suddenly, the rain that befell both men accumulated, puddles growing steadily until they erupted towards the enemy. Countless razor sharp pikes made of water and ice shot towards him from all sides in an attempt to shred him to pieces and pierce him like swiss cheese, only less cheesy.
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Adjutor is about to apologize to the man he's bumped into, realizing that the sound of something hitting the water was likely the bag of pretzels he saw the man eating earlier, when he sees massive amounts of mana collecting all around him, turning around to look at the man, a single look tells Adjutor everything he needs to know. The man's mana is influencing water all around Adjutor, likely to blast him to bits with sheer pressure.
"Armos," Adjutor says, as the metal flows rapidly out of his arms, covering him in the unbreakable armor as the countless projectiles break against him uselessly. With this momentary reprieve, Adjutor takes a moment to Reinforce himself while drawing Rahab and Tyrfing before dashing while Xarrest starts to focus on Concept: Shield, just in case.
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For my pretzels... I will kill this monster!
As the opponent deflected the frozen pikes, Richard took a swift step back, just enough to gain a bit of distance against the dashing enemy. His speed was far greater than any man's, but even so, the hydromancer would not lose.
With a swift movement, his hand faced the pitch black sky.
Immediately, the water under the bridge moved under his command, serpentine movements were all it took to have the water beneath his enemy rise before him. A frozen shield blocked his opponent's path, multiple pillars of ice surrounded him as they pierced the wooden bridge. Richard's movements flowed not unlike a river.
With that, the pillars immediately melted to turn into water gushing at tremendous speeds, fast enough to smash a car trough.
"Explain to me how you're going to get away from this trouble.", Richard humoured before crossing his arms, the circling torrent now closing itself before his enemy.
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...God damn, this guy really liked those pretzels, didn't he?
Now is not the time!
Already seeing his opponent's mana flowing before he even managed to get the spell off, Adjutor smirked as his opponent summoned ice of all things, to use against him.
"Two can play at that game, you petty fuck," he mutters as he prepares to throw Rahab. Then the hydromancer makes it even easier for Adjutor, turning all the ice that just wrecked part of the bridge into a torrent of water surrounding the Armored hunter.
"...Dumbass," Adjutor mutters, tossing Rahab into the water and watching as its will overwhelmed that which controlled the water as it froze the torrent solid before opening a door in it for Adjutor to dash through, now sheathing Tyrfing and drawing Laivatain the blade blazing to life as he pours mana into it.
"Firebrand, Laivatain," he starts to say, the sword raised over one shoulder, "BLAZE!"
With that, a torrent of fire erupts from the sword, but something different happens this time. Instead of bursting out in an inferno to burn everything in the general direction the blade was pointed in, the flames twist back around, feeding back into the sword as that inferno is concentrated along the length of the blade, going from its regular orange flames, to white-hot, then finally stopped as the blade starts to blaze with blue-hot flames, Adjutor still charging the hydromancer this whole time.
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Bloody hell, this guy is a devil!
Without wasting a breath, Richard brought his arm forward, the icy remains of his prior attack shifted to form a tentacle-like arm that rushed behind Adjutor like a serpent.
It's speed shooting trough with surgical precision, the hand grabbed onto him, throwing him backwards with great force against the wooden bridge, the wooden structure crumbling further due to the impact.
Richard only needed to snap his finger once for dozens of frozen blades to come forth, ice floating around Richard as he pointed at his enemy. Suddenly, the ice burst forth, deadly blades with the intention to skewer him.
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Adjutor's charge was interrupted when he was yanked back and slammed back onto the bridge.
Ow...
Then more ice projectiles bounced uselessly off the armor.
...Okay, that's it, fuck this shit.
With that Rahab's presence left the hand and slipped into the water, already going to work freezing the water under the bridge and making it its own.
With that, Adjutor sits up and stares down the massive hand for a moment before thrusting Laivatain, still blazing a bright blue, towards the massive ice hand. A tightly concentrated beam of fire shot forth, drilling its way in at about half-way down the arm, the ice melting into water and boiling so quickly it looks as if the ice is turning into steam, Adjutor braces himself just in time for-
The arm explodes as the pressure inside from the steam exceeds what the ice can handle, Adjutor dodging the debris as he charges forward again, notably slower than before.
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"Hey, that was rude you wanker. I was just trying to give you a hand there.", Richard humoured as his opponent rushed at him. Unmoving, he did not attack or react, not once did he budge even as the blade was but an inch away from piercing his body.
Instead, Richard grinned, the rainwater danced before both with incredible speed, a single droplet flying fast enough to pierce trough flesh. Immediately, the water accumulated to form a drill that shot at the enemy's body, pummelling him upwards like a cannonball, his armour still unbroken.
"Heh, take this!", he yelled merrily as he swung his arm forward, a wave of highly concentrated forward shot forward, fast enough to easily cut trough metal. The violent impact shot Adjutor further back, but even so, the armour was still intact.
"Woooooooah, that's pretty handy...", Richard joyfully declared, his hand held forward as if to imitate binoculars.
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The first drill, coming up from below, was easy enough to dodge. The second bit, the water coming in fast enough to blast him back, wasn't nearly as easy to deal with. Adjutor found himself being blasted back once more, landing heavily and not without some frustration.
Properly annoyed now, Adjutor took a moment to fix up any internal bleeding that might have been caused by those impacts with Tyrfing while he surged mana into Valmanway, carefully watching the hydromancer's mana flow as he did so. Then he smirked behind the armor.
A massive wyrm made entirely of ice bursts from the underneath the bridge, smashing it to splinters as it bursts through underneath the Hydromancer before rising up and slamming back down in an attempt to crush the fool.
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The earth shattered as the weaponized tree crashed down on the devil child, but Lancelot instinctively knew that something wasn't right. The angle was wrong, the tree trunk was too far up to have squished the boy flat as intended. Without momentum on his side, it would be disadvantageous to continue applying force on the oak.
The dark knight had only partway let go of the tree when, with a sharp crack, it came flying back at him. The severed trunk slammed into his right arm and shoulder as it flew by, knocking him off balance. The abomination, this "PARIAH", capitalized on this, rushing in to attack a man's most vulnerable spot. Lancelot's body reacted before his mind did, and in an instant Arondight, the Unfading Light of the Lake, materialized in hand, pointed straight down with the flat of the blade facing the demon child, his free hand bracing against the flat side of the sword that faced him even before regaining his footing.
The monstrosity's blow struck the magically constructed Noble Phantasm instead of the former Knight of the Lake's armored crotch. His muscles screamed in protest as his arms were forced back towards him, the sheer force behind the blow overwhelming even his now-super empowered strength. His entire body was pushed away, armored boots skidding across the grass as he desperately maintained his balance. His mind desperately raced for a strategy as he came to a halt.
A strange sound caught Lancelot's attention, a cross between a whistle and the swish of parting air. He turned his head to find the source of the noise just in time to see something slam into the ground from above right next to him with earth shaking force. The object - an unnatural, metallic pod of sorts - promptly slid open to reveal what the berserker recognized as two modern firearms. He didn't even hesitate before de-materializing his corrupted sword and grabbing them both, one in each hand.
Heckler & Kosh 21, a powerful machine gun with a rapid rate of fire. FN SCAR-L, an automatic rifle equipped with a scope. The understanding of these weapons and the skills required to use them flooded Lancelot's mind as red lines of prana invaded and empowered the weapons, his Knight of Honor ability turning them into his own personal Noble Phantasms. Neither of these weapons were intended for one-handed use, but he was no ordinary human, and the weapons were no longer ordinary guns.
The black knight brought both weapons to bear on "PARIAH", pulled back the triggers, and the monstrosity was baptized in a sea of glowing red projectiles. Lancelot backed away while continuing to pour streams of supernatural bullets from his weapons, maintaining as much distance as possible. Fortunately reloading was not a concern. While the guns-turned-Noble Phantasm did not have unlimited ammunition, replacing their magazines would not be required.
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Mu-12 Vs Vanguard and Michael: Rebel 1, Action!
Mu hovered in the air in front of the closed cauldron coldly looking down at the two fighters arrayed in front of her with her emotionless blue eyes.
"Target's threat level is determined to be SS. Activate termination protocols." Her mechanical voice resonated through the cavernous room. She summoned several steins around her, each one spraying a large volley of lasers at her opponents. Most of them were focused on the enormous suit of armor with the glowing orb, but one was aimed at the man standing further away with the staff. As soon as the volley was released, she sent them flying towards their targets, intending to use the lasers to prevent them from dodging her or face the full brunt of lasers.
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As soon as he saw the lasers lunging at him, Vanguard held his hands forward in a twisting motion. Blinding light plighting the area, energy seeped trough the living armour as he manifested his weapon, a mighty halbers spinning in a circling motion. A shield of powerful energy manifested itself, the beams slightly pushing the warrior back as the shield fought the lasers until it gave in.
As soon as the shield faltered, the warrior wasted no time, waving his blade masterfully, the halberd seemed to take a life of it's own as it mowed trough the steiners. Explosions hitting his metal body, he was knocked back one step further.
"Mph, so you seek death? Very well, this wretched place will be your grave.", Vanguard spoke coldly as powerful energy flowed trough his weapon. Swinging it once, numerous bolts of lightning tangled together as they charged towards the woman, each meant to tear trough her.
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Well now, this is an interesting situation.
The Enhancement is already flowing through the immortal as the tiny drones swarm outwards, time seeming to slow down to a crawl as most of them seem to point towards the massive suit of armor standing off to the side, with just one of them turning its attentions towards him.
...Fuck. Drones.
Michael readies himself as the drone seems to take aim before unleashing a volley of lasers.
Adjusting his mental firing path for the drones to a cone, Michael dashes out of the firing cone altogether, charging the drone in a zigzag pattern as it flies in towards him, making his path as unpredictable as he can before bringing the staff around, letting his hands slide to the end of the staff to extend his reach to bat the drone away. In the back of his mind, he keeps the a mental note of the position of that drone, continuing to make his way towards the being that spawned the drones.
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Mu-12
As soon as the armor threw up the shield Mu detonated all the active steins, including the one the other man had batted to the ground and jumped up further into the air. As soon as she saw Vanguard swing his great Halberd and release great arcs of lightning from within she summoned up a large cluster of steins in a dome around him, each one releasing a dense blue blast of energy capable of punching a hole through a thick layer of armor after charging up for a moment. Just before the lightning reached her, the swords that had until then been floating in a circular pattern behind her rematerialized in front of her crossed into the form of a shield, taking the brunt of the blast for her.
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Numerous bodies surrounded Vanguard, circled by a dome meant to shoot him down to pieces and end him. Instinctively, the warrior focused his inner energy, preparing himself. He didn't run, or rather, couldn't. Every fraction of a second counted, he knew well that if he was to move, he would be annihalated.
A tearing wave of lightning erupted from Vanguard's metal weapon, his hand moving in a Crescent motion, many of the floating steins suddenly exploding as they were shot down by bolts of lightning crawling in every direction. Vangurd's core, his eye, glowed in a ghastly pale blue.
But it wasn't enough. While none of his limbs or core were damaged, his chest, back and shoulders were shot down by the piercing beams, slight cracks forming on his armored body. It was clear now that he was fighting a summoner of sorts, these bodies she controlled would be quite lethal if he was not careful. And she now had the higher ground, he could not reach her with his blade or penetrate her defense with his lightning.
But...
If I cannot reach you, I shall bring you down.
With that, Vanguard dashed out of the way, intending to keep out from the eventual blasts his opponent could conjure. With a clean and swift motion, the warrior waved his halberd towards his enemy, screeching bolts of lightning shooting as they tore trough the air with a screeching sound. And yet, none of the bolts hit her, why would they? Despite appearances, she was not the target of the blow.
The ceiling, the one thing standing above the girl, had been hit by the bolts, the damage was enough to send numerous cracks running up the structure and crumble down the opponent.
At the same time, Vanguard readied himself for another strike from below, wether the wave of lightning he was conjuring hit her or wether the rock and metal from above crushed her, she would at the very least be harmed in some way, he thought.
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The detonations hardly fazed the immortal as he considered for a brief moment whether he should take cover or continue to charge his enemy.
She can detonate those drones at will. This might be a problem.
Deciding to take cover, Michael dives in behind the nearest piece of cover large enough to hide him as he looks back at the armor to find...
She can summon them wherever she wants to, and they have multiple firing modes.
By some miracle, the armor manages to destroy enough of the drones with its lightning-enhanced halberd, tearing through most of them, but unable to get all of them before they fire. Though the center mass is heavily damaged by the assault, the limbs and head remain intact. The armor quickly escaped from what was left of the formation afterwards, firing off lightning bolts at their opponent en masse and missing pretty much all of them. The question of what he was intending to hit is silenced by the debris falling from the ceiling, prompting Michael to wait, still hidden in his cover, for the opportune moment to strike.
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Ito Kizumi vs Noel Vermillion
The Wheel of Fate is Turnin
Rebel:1
ACTION!
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Another day, another bucket to kick.
Standing in an abandoned warehouse, Ito glared at what appeared to be his enemy. A scarf unceremoniousally rolled around his mouth was all that could hide his feral grin. Teeth clenching, he tried as hard as he could to conceal his murderous intent, but it seemed his glee simply gave him away: Ito had been shaking ever since he saw her.
"Hey, get me with your best shot." said Ito with a voice full of cockiness.
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Noel
Noel looked at the black haired ninja who had challenged her to hit him with her best shot. She quickly pulled out Bolverk and combined the two pistols into a minigun, releasing a deadly spray of instant death to anyone caught in its path.
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Ito's eyes widened as a deadly hail of bulletfire came flying at him. No matter how fast, no man could have possibly dodged such an attack.
However, Ito Kizumi could no longer be considered among men.
Leaping from the ground with awe inspiring speed, a black blur soared high up, leaving but a scarf in it's path. Cloth torn into shreds of fabric too small for the eye to see, there was no longer any trace of the ninja.
"What's the matter? I'm over here!" Ito sneered cheerfully from behind. Still in the air, the ninja spun backwards in a quick blurring motion. As he did so, countless near invisible kunais went flying at the girl, each aimed with deadly precision for her head, throat, heart and femural artery.
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Noel
Ito's eyes widened as a deadly hail of bulletfire came flying at him. No matter how fast, no man could have possibly dodged such an attack.
However, Ito Kizumi could no longer be considered among men.
Leaping from the ground with awe inspiring speed, a black blur soared high up, leaving but a scarf in it's path. Cloth torn into shreds of fabric too small for the eye to see, there was no longer any trace of the ninja.
"What's the matter? I'm over here!" Ito sneered cheerfully from behind. Still in the air, the ninja spun backwards in a quick blurring motion. As he did so, countless near invisible kunais went flying at the girl, each aimed with deadly precision for her head, throat, heart and femural artery.
Noel’s mind couldn’t process the kunais alone, lucky for her, she had Bolverk helping her, focusing her mind on the fight at hand to superhuman precision. As a result, instead of being skewered she lept out of the way as soon as he disappeared, narrowly dodging the deadly knives. A thin trickle of blood ran down her face, but she ignored it. Or rather, Bolverk made her ignore it. Before she finished dodging, she had already disengaged the guns and as soon as she landed, without even wasting a second, she pulled the triggers, releasing countless explosions around the ninja instantaneously, there was no delay, no bullets came forth from the guns. The air simply exploded all around him.
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Had Ito not have been looking at the woman's trigger fingers in time, he would have perished in this very instant. Luckily, he had just enough time and momentum to swing back in a flip just as the triggers were pulled.
Countless explosions burst behind him, his backflip having enabled him to dodge by a hair's breath. His smile grew even wider, this enemy... this enemy was one he could crush with all he had!
As soon as his foot touched ground, a blur shot from below and the ninja dashed like a deadly bullet against the woman's side. Flipping and turning, he launched multiple kunais at once from all directions.
Each lunged for her vitals with unnatural precision as Ito kept zig zagging around Noel, getting closer and closer with every thrown knife. His fun was barely starting...
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Noel
Had Ito not have been looking at the woman's trigger fingers in time, he would have perished in this very instant. Luckily, he had just enough time and momentum to swing back in a flip just as the triggers were pulled.
Countless explosions burst behind him, his backflip having enabled him to dodge by a hair's breath. His smile grew even wider, this enemy... this enemy was one he could crush with all he had!
As soon as his foot touched ground, a blur shot from below and the ninja dashed like a deadly bullet against the woman's side. Flipping and turning, he launched multiple kunais at once from all directions.
Each lunged for her vitals with unnatural precision as Ito kept zig zagging around Noel, getting closer and closer with every thrown knife. His fun was barely starting...
Noel's eyes widened when he dodged her massive attack. "No way!" She exclaimed. Before she could recollect herself, she found herself hit with kunai from all directions, blood pouring out of multiple wounds. She lept out of the way, and made a quick decision. Throwing up a large shield made up of many blue hexagonal shapes to block his attacks, she made her move in the split second window she had created. "Summoning Lux Sanctus!" She yelled out, an enormous ornate blue white and yellow sword descended with enourmous speed, embedding itself in the ground.
She was covered for an instant with a blinding light. When it dissappeared, her outfit had completely changed: she was wearing something with heavy armguards resembling swords on her arms, and leg armor to match. She was wearing a headplate, and her wounds no longer seemed to bother her. Even her eyes had changed: while before they had been a deep emerald green they were now as blue as the ocean. She had eight swords floating behind her, which quickly reconfigured into a blue shield surrounding her entire body. "Begone!" She yelled at the ninja.
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At the sight of the spectacle the ninja witnessed, what else could he do but laugh in joy? His eyes widening in bloodthirsty glee, he bared a child-like smile as what was once his opponent appeared to have metamorphosed.
"Hah, I knew you had it in you!", he roared before jumping higher than ever, a blur emanating from his hands calling forth a hail of kunai spread in a wider range.
His field was almost ready to be set...
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Noel
At the sight of the spectacle the ninja witnessed, what else could he do but laugh in joy? His eyes widening in bloodthirsty glee, he bared a child-like smile as what was once his opponent appeared to have metamorphosed.
"Hah, I knew you had it in you!", he roared before jumping higher than ever, a blur emanating from his hands calling forth a hail of kunai spread in a wider range.
His field was almost ready to be set...
The rain of kunai bounced off Noel's shield. In between volleys, she lept up into the air. Twenty, thirty, fourty feet in the air. She left the building through the hole Lux Sanctus had created and floated ten feet or so above the roof. She summoned fifty or so steins, she began using them to carpet bomb the building, her lasers easily penetrating the cheap corrugated iron roof. She kept a close eye out for the ninja; she didn't want to get hit by any more of his attacks.
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Ito's laugh slowly faded as the woman rose high up, flying towards the heavens. This was no cheap parlour trick, but the real deal. This... was no longer time for playing around.
His heart raching, he ran as fast as he could manage, countless beams tearing all that surrnounded him. Dashing like a furtive shadow, he leapt from wall to wall all while grabbing a string. Ito now jumped off what appeared to be a cooncealed web of thin wires, avoiding the strikes even as the web was being demolished by the barrage of beams.
Quickly, he reached the hole that provided his nearest escape. Of course, he knew he would be expected by his foe. Leaping off the edge of the crater formed on the roof, he launched multiple kunais once again, even now lunging at her vitals with deadly speed and precision. But that was but a decoy...
Still holding onto string, he leapt with incredible speed, his nimble movements as audible as a flea's, he now stood above his foe once more. His sword was unsheated just as the knives were to reach her, a blade swung down on the nape of her neck to finish her off with haste.
Of course, both attacks would fail... she could counter them with ease, of that he was sure. But he was ready for such a thing, she would not get out of this alive.
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Noel
Ito's laugh slowly faded as the woman rose high up, flying towards the heavens. This was no cheap parlour trick, but the real deal. This... was no longer time for playing around.
His heart raching, he ran as fast as he could manage, countless beams tearing all that surrnounded him. Dashing like a furtive shadow, he leapt from wall to wall all while grabbing a string. Ito now jumped off what appeared to be a cooncealed web of thin wires, avoiding the strikes even as the web was being demolished by the barrage of beams.
Quickly, he reached the hole that provided his nearest escape. Of course, he knew he would be expected by his foe. Leaping off the edge of the crater formed on the roof, he launched multiple kunais once again, even now lunging at her vitals with deadly speed and precision. But that was but a decoy...
Still holding onto string, he leapt with incredible speed, his nimble movements as audible as a flea's, he now stood above his foe once more. His sword was unsheated just as the knives were to reach her, a blade swung down on the nape of her neck to finish her off with haste.
Of course, both attacks would fail... she could counter them with ease, of that he was sure. But he was ready for such a thing, she would not get out of this alive.
As soon as her foe appeared from within the now burning building, she surrounded herself completely with large balls of crackling energy circled around her at an unbelievable speed and she then flew towards him, intending on annihilating him completely. "Repent!" She yelled. "For I am the godslayer! I shall destroy you!" Her swords remained ready, in the position to activate her shield at a thought in the case of the unlikely event of him braching the balls. She was not taking any chances.
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Ito couldn't help but chuckle in excitedment, both were now focused on killing one another. He could almost taste his own blood, despite wearning no grave injury.
"A godslayer? Very well, but how does one call one who can slay a slayer of gods!?", the ninja roared as he braced himself for the clash. However, ust as the balls of energy were to decimate his body, the ninja flipped sideways, completely avoiding his opponent at the last second.
Falling below the crater, he held his hand forward, facing the woman before shutting it into a fist, grinning with a cocky smile.
Knives, nearly invisible knives held by concealed strings had been pulled by the sudden motions of the ninja, and now were launched exactly where he planned.
"Checkmate!" Ito cried as multiple kunais surrounded his enemy from all possible sides, the one place for her to keep moving would be forward, into the hole.
Multiple thuds could be heard in the devastated building, he was slipping trough what seemed an endless maze of razor sharp strings, freefalling as he readied himself once more.
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Noel
Ito couldn't help but chuckle in excitedment, both were now focused on killing one another. He could almost taste his own blood, despite wearning no grave injury.
"A godslayer? Very well, but how does one call one who can slay a slayer of gods!?", the ninja roared as he braced himself for the clash. However, ust as the balls of energy were to decimate his body, the ninja flipped sideways, completely avoiding his opponent at the last second.
Falling below the crater, he held his hand forward, facing the woman before shutting it into a fist, grinning with a cocky smile.
Knives, nearly invisible knives held by concealed strings had been pulled by the sudden motions of the ninja, and now were launched exactly where he planned.
"Checkmate!" Ito cried as multiple kunais surrounded his enemy from all possible sides, the one place for her to keep moving would be forward, into the hole.
Multiple thuds could be heard in the devastated building, he was slipping trough what seemed an endless maze of razor sharp strings, freefalling as he readied himself once more.
Noel stopped short just before she reached the building. Going back in would be foolish, that's what he wants me to do! She thought to herself. The knives disintigrated on impact with the orbs as she leapt upon the air back to the high ground. Glancing around, she confirmed that he had returned inside the building. "DIE! BEGONE FROM THIS EXISTENCE!" She yelled. Floating fifty feet in the air above the building, she released the swords,summoning immense portals above her. Eight gargantuan swords began to appear from within before they released all at once and slammed through the weakened walls, collapsing the already heavily damaged warehouse.
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The plan went more smoothly than Ito Kizumi could have ever hoped for. Yes, he could now crush this troublesome insect with all he had. Yes, he knew it was unlikely the knives would reach her, they were only meant to distract her for a while.
Strings now surrounded the woman as if to entangle her, not an inch was safe from the metal wires. By repelling the kunais, Ito had enough time to put the strings into motion, and were now circling her like a net. They wouldn't touch her, but they did serve as an excellent decoy by hiding his presence.
The swords, however, would be problematic. Problematic in the sense that they sent his heart in a booming torrent of joy. Smiling with bared fangs akin a cruel monster, he laughed before flipping back as he kept falling down.
All it took was a kick to channel the remaining force needed to the string tied on his foot. This sent a dagger that happened to have been cast much higher than his opponent down below, lunging for it's owner's enemy with the hungry gry of the gushing wind.
The kunai befell upon her shoulder like a flashing comet, even if not much, it would buy him time. It wasn't going to reach her, but if it did... it would be great.
Now, the kunais attached to the kunai were a different story. Falling like a torrential rain, countless knives were each meant to shred the woman to pieces.
Grinning, the ninja fell further down, ready to face the crashing blades. Jumping from sttring to string, Ito now leapt from the humongous blades, untouched by their sharp edge even as he ran up against them. Not unlike a spider, he moved trough every obstacle like water, until reaching a window.
Crashing out of it, he took advantage of the distraction to grab hold of yet another kunai, and throw it with all he had beneath the woman.
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Noel
The plan went more smoothly than Ito Kizumi could have ever hoped for. Yes, he could now crush this troublesome insect with all he had. Yes, he knew it was unlikely the knives would reach her, they were only meant to move the strings around the woman. Sensing the danger of the claws, she had not realised she had just walked in a spider's web.
Strings now surrounded the woman as if to entangle her, not an inch was safe from the metal wires. By repelling the kunais, the strings were put into motion, and were now circling her like a net. They wouldn't touch her, but they did serve as an excellent decoy by hiding his presence.
The swords, however, would be problematic. Problematic in the sense that they sent his heart in a booming torrent of joy. Smiling with bared fangs akin a cruel monster, he laughed before flipping back.
All it took was a kick to channel the remaining force needed to the string tied on his foot. This sent a dagger that happened to have been cast much higher than his opponent down below, lunging for it's owner's enemy with the hungry gry of the gushing wind.
The kunai befell upon her shoulder like a flashing comet, even if not much, it would buy him time. It wasn't going to reach her, but if it did... it would be great.
Now, the kunais attached to the kunai were a different story. Falling like a torrential rain, countless knives were each meant to shred the woman to pieces.
Grinning, the ninja fell further down, ready to face the crashing blades. Jumping from sttring to string, Ito now leapt from the humongous blades, untouched by their sharp edge even as he ran up against them. Not unlike a spider, he moved trough every obstacle like water, until reaching a window.
Crashing out of it, he took advantage of the distraction to grab hold of yet another kunai, and throw it with all he had beneath the woman.
As the strings wrapped themselves around her, Noel knew something bad was about to happen. She wouldn't be able to retrieve her swords in time to throw up her shield. So, she made a quick descision. She forced the orbs outward, disintigrating the stings surrounding her that threatened to destroy her. Then she summoned an unbelievable amount of steins, surrounding herself with them completely in an orb. She spared no expense, this enemy was exceedingly dangerous. Her precautions proved to be well founded, as she was soon bombarded with knives from every direction. The knives bounced harmlessly against her constructs, unable to penetrate their form. Soon, her swords reappeared behind her as the giant ones vanished in a flash of light, leaving only a the ruins of a desiccated building and the craters behind.
Noel Threw up a quick shield, looking around for the man. As soon as she saw him, she summoned four steins around him, holding him in place. "You are a fool." She said, panting a bit. "You shall pay the ultimate price."
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Ito winced as he felt alien objects grab onto him tightly, squeezing at him with such fierceness, he could barely breathe. Struggling, the ninja groaned in an attempt to escape, but it seemed he was trapped.
The man's heart stopped for a second, realizing just what was to happen. A grin rictus formed on his lips. There would be no more strings or decoys. Unable to move, it seemed it was the end for him.
The battlefield was now filled with grim silence.
Ito's aura seeped with melancoly, his face the face of a man who accepted defeat. With a sigh, he looked up at the goslayer, and showed for the first time tears.
"So this is it...", he muttered, his pained voice almost trembling.
"Please, let me see your face. I only wish to have a last glance of the one who is to kill me... before my time is up."
His face twisting in pain, tears fell down his cheek, all he could muster were weak whimpers as he looked down in defeat.
"Grant me this one last wish, I beg of you.", said the ninja with a shaky voice.
A single tear befell on the ravaged ground. Thre was no malice or killing intent in his words, all he could do was implore his foe of this last favour.
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Noel
Ito winced as he felt alien objects grab onto him tightly, squeezing at him with such fierceness, he could barely breathe. Struggling, the ninja groaned in an attempt to escape, but it seemed he was trapped.
The man's heart stopped for a second, realizing just what was to happen. A grin rictus formed on his lips. There would be no more strings or decoys. Unable to move, it seemed it was the end for him.
The battlefield was now filled with grim silence.
Ito's aura seeped with melancoly, his face the face of a man who accepted defeat. With a sigh, he looked up at the goslayer, and showed for the first time tears.
"So this is it...", he muttered, his pained voice almost trembling.
"Please, let me see your face. I only wish to have a last glance of the one who is to kill me... before my time is up."
His face twisting in pain, tears fell down his cheek, all he could muster were weak whimpers as he looked down in defeat.
"Grant me this one last wish, I beg of you.", said the ninja with a shaky voice.
A single tear befell on the ravaged ground. Thre was no malice or killing intent in his words, all he could do was implore his foe of this last favour.
Noel listened to the man implore her to allow him to see her face. She did not trust him, but she sensed me anger or deception in his words. But, just looking at him, he was someone who could not be trusted. Pointing both her hands at Ito, Noel let loose a blast of light that surrounded ito, preventing him from moving completely. Eight spears of light were summoned above Noel, holding for a spit second. "No. You are a ninja, and I suspect you are trying to trick me in a final gambit. Goodbye. You were strong." Letting loose the spears, they pierced Ito with deadly accuracy, instantly returning up and back down in a second, and then third volley, leaving his body little more than a bloody heap.
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Adjutor Xarrest vs Boundary Interface Prime Field Device Mu-12
Rebel:1
ACTION!
Adjutor finds himself facing a foe that can best be described with a single word. Lewd. The battlefield was passable, an abandoned factory, with various kinds of now-defunct machinery scattered about the place, plenty of cover, and a fairly high ceiling. His foe, however, was what was truly off-putting about the whole situation. She was flying, but he'd already confirmed that she didn't have any magic. She had a few strange-looking drones about her, but they didn't seem to be giving off any mana either. Of course, the lack of clothing wasn't helping the image either, but that was inconsequential during a fight.
Okay, full reserves, forty bodies, forty souls.
Plenty of cover, opponent is likely a ranged type opponent, further capabilities unknown.
On reflex, Adjutor takes a moment to Reinforce himself before placing a hand on Rahab as ice spears rain down on his opponent, launched from a short distance above the teen and sent speeding towards the woman.
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Noel
Adjutor Xarrest vs Boundary Interface Prime Field Device Mu-12
Rebel:1
ACTION!
Adjutor finds himself facing a foe that can best be described with a single word. Strange. The battlefield was passable, an abandoned factory, with various kinds of now-defunct machinery scattered about the place, plenty of cover, and a fairly high ceiling. His foe, however, was what was truly off-putting about the whole situation. She was flying, but he'd already confirmed that she didn't have any magic. She had a few strange-looking drones about her, but they didn't seem to be giving off any mana either.
Okay, full reserves, forty bodies, forty souls.
Plenty of cover, opponent is likely a ranged type opponent, further capabilities unknown.
On reflex, Adjutor takes a moment to Reinforce himself before placing a hand on Rahab as ice spears rain down on his opponent, launched from a short distance above the teen and sent speeding towards the woman.
Mu effortly dodged the spears of ice, “Foolish.” She summoned several steins in front of her and began to charge them. However, this was a distraction. She also summoned several directly behind the aggressor that instantaneously released a swath of lasers directly behind him.
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Hmm, agile. Seems to possess fairly quick reflexes.
Capable of summoning more or those drones. Can summon only from in front?
The frontal charge was inconsequential, as the teen was already kicking off, propelling himself off the side onto some ice made by Rahab, sending Adjutor rocketing away just in time for a massive barrage of lasers to destroy the ground he'd been on not even a second ago.
Can summon them from anywhere, this will be a problem. The large number of lasers and the relatively insignificant damage to the wall indicate that these lasers are rather weak. Further capabilities likely.
With a thought, the ice vanishes, leaving Adjutor to dash towards his opponent on Reinforced legs, zigzagging and firing more ice spears as he moves, keeping an eye on his opponent while Valmanway vanishes from its sheath, beginning to monitor the area around him for any more of those drones. Meanwhile, Xarrest focuses on Concept: Shield.
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Noel
Hmm, agile. Seems to possess fairly quick reflexes.
Capable of summoning more or those drones. Can summon only from in front?
The frontal charge was inconsequential, as the teen was already kicking off, propelling himself off the side onto some ice made by Rahab, sending Adjutor rocketing away just in time for a massive barrage of lasers to destroy the ground he'd been on not even a second ago.
Can summon them from anywhere, this will be a problem. The large number of lasers and the relatively insignificant damage to the wall indicate that these lasers are rather weak. Further capabilities likely.
With a thought, the ice vanishes, leaving Adjutor to dash towards his opponent on Reinforced legs, zigzagging and firing more ice spears as he moves, keeping an eye on his opponent while Valmanway vanishes from its sheath, beginning to monitor the area around him for any more of those drones. Meanwhile, Xarrest focuses on Concept: Shield.
Mu smirked. He'd fallem for her trap. Summoning steins all over the factory building, she simultainously used her swords to block the incoming icicles. Major Kisaragi is far more dangerous than this, she thought to herself, making them spray lasers continuously in all directions, flailing about wildly. Of course, she didn't expect them to hit. As he zigzagged his way through them, she suddenly caused several glowing orbs of crackling whiteish-yellow energy to appear directly in front of, behind, to the sides, and even above him. He would need to go through them to escape. Crossing her arms above her, a brilliant blue light began charging directly below her wrists.
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Adjutor stops short at the cage of energy orbs surrounding him, noting that the woman seems to be charging up some massive attack, if the attack stance and the light glowing beneath her arms is any indication.
Energy orbs all around us, don't look particularly survivable. At least they're not magic. She seems to be charging up something pretty big, too...
With a moment of thought, Adjutor makes his decision. Prepping Tyrfing, the teen steels himself for a moment before hurling himself through the orbs, the pain of the energy ripping through his body almost forcing him to stop moving before he shoves that impulse aside and breaks free of the energy dome, collapsing on his hands and knees as everything screams in sheer agony for a few moments before receding slightly.
With that, he looks up at Mu still with that attack at the ready, magic already going to work healing him. He won't need blood for this, but a moment would be nice.
Two can play your game, bitch.
Then Laivatain explodes back into a visible form, a fiery presence unbound by gravity as blazing towards the flying woman, a raging inferno bent on ending this opponent right here and right now.
"Wing Blade Valmanway," Adjutor says with a momentary cough, hand on the dagger as more mana pours into it.
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Noeru
Adjutor stops short at the cage of energy orbs surrounding him, noting that the woman seems to be charging up some massive attack, if the attack stance and the light glowing beneath her arms is any indication.
Energy orbs all around us, don't look particularly survivable. At least they're not magic. She seems to be charging up something pretty big, too...
With a moment of thought, Adjutor makes his decision. Prepping Tyrfing, the teen steels himself for a moment before hurling himself through the orbs, the pain of the energy ripping through his body almost forcing him to stop moving before he shoves that impulse aside and breaks free of the energy dome, collapsing on his hands and knees as everything screams in sheer agony for a few moments before receding slightly.
With that, he looks up at Mu still with that attack at the ready, magic already going to work healing him. He won't need blood for this, but a moment would be nice.
Two can play your game, bitch.
Then Laivatain explodes back into a visible form, a fiery presence unbound by gravity as blazing towards the flying woman, a raging inferno bent on ending this opponent right here and right now.
"Wing Blade Valmanway," Adjutor says with a momentary cough, hand on the dagger as more mana pours into it.
A roaring fireblast came hurtling towards her at frightening speed, but Noel was not worried. It will be simple to dodge this. She thought to herself. Simply allowing gravity to take its hold on her once again, she fell quickly to the ground, landing with the clang of metal forcefully hitting concrete. As she fell, a yellow circle appeared behind her that her blades went through. Simultainiously, a portal appeared in behind Adjutor, the swords coming out from the other side to pierce him.
"Kusinagi activate!" She yelled. The previously inert units suddenly sprang to life once more, but this time differently: while before they had stopped firing when she didn't pay attention to them, they now began autonomously tracking the boy, rapidly firing lasers at him repeatedly.
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Laivatain wasn't dissuaded by the woman's maneuvering, instantly changing directions to follow her down. Meanwhile, Adjutor noted the portal appearing behind the woman just in time to get impaled from behind by multiple swords. Barely restraining a scream, Adjutor tries to prepare himself for an Unfocusing to blast the swords out, but, for some unfathomable reason, they pull out immediately after, leaving him with several gaping wounds, but alive. Barely. Unfortunately, the wounds leave him unable to move, and the barrage of lasers that follows quickly finishes the job.
Winner: Mu.
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The earth shattered as the weaponized tree crashed down on the devil child, but Lancelot instinctively knew that something wasn't right. The angle was wrong, the tree trunk was too far up to have squished the boy flat as intended. Without momentum on his side, it would be disadvantageous to continue applying force on the oak.
The dark knight had only partway let go of the tree when, with a sharp crack, it came flying back at him. The severed trunk slammed into his right arm and shoulder as it flew by, knocking him off balance. The abomination, this "PARIAH", capitalized on this, rushing in to attack a man's most vulnerable spot. Lancelot's body reacted before his mind did, and in an instant Arondight, the Unfading Light of the Lake, materialized in hand, pointed straight down with the flat of the blade facing the demon child, his free hand bracing against the flat side of the sword that faced him even before regaining his footing.
The monstrosity's blow struck the magically constructed Noble Phantasm instead of the former Knight of the Lake's armored crotch. His muscles screamed in protest as his arms were forced back towards him, the sheer force behind the blow overwhelming even his now-super empowered strength. His entire body was pushed away, armored boots skidding across the grass as he desperately maintained his balance. His mind desperately raced for a strategy as he came to a halt.
A strange sound caught Lancelot's attention, a cross between a whistle and the swish of parting air. He turned his head to find the source of the noise just in time to see something slam into the ground from above right next to him with earth shaking force. The object - an unnatural, metallic pod of sorts - promptly slid open to reveal what the berserker recognized as two modern firearms. He didn't even hesitate before de-materializing his corrupted sword and grabbing them both, one in each hand.
Heckler & Kosh 21, a powerful machine gun with a rapid rate of fire. FN SCAR-L, an automatic rifle equipped with a scope. The understanding of these weapons and the skills required to use them flooded Lancelot's mind as red lines of prana invaded and empowered the weapons, his Knight of Honor ability turning them into his own personal Noble Phantasms. Neither of these weapons were intended for one-handed use, but he was no ordinary human, and the weapons were no longer ordinary guns.
The black knight brought both weapons to bear on "PARIAH", pulled back the triggers, and the monstrosity was baptized in a sea of glowing red projectiles. Lancelot backed away while continuing to pour streams of supernatural bullets from his weapons, maintaining as much distance as possible. Fortunately reloading was not a concern. While the guns-turned-Noble Phantasm did not have unlimited ammunition, replacing their magazines would not be required.
Brown eyes narrowed as PARIAH saw the sword materialize and disappear. The game was over. He would not play around anymore.
As the object fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, black plates formed around all over the virus' body. The hardened biomass may have lowered the child's agility a little bit but it offered much more protection than his normal body.
Darkness crept over the guns of the knight and PARIAH responded with multiple tendrils. Each of them thicker than a grown man's arm and extremely durable. They were blunt much like the ones that had struck the ones that had smashed into his opponent beforehand and were ready when the storm of red erupted from the guns.
They flew and twisted through the air to deflect the bullets, and although a few bullets from the unending assault made it through the armor kept the damage mostly superficial. Anything more damaging, including damaged tendrils, was quickly replaced with new biomass.
Then, as the knight began to retreat PARIAH pursued. The moment he was close to the thing that his opponent had pulled the weapons he sprouted a dozen thinner tendrils and tore it from the ground before launching it at the man as bullets continued to fly.
But the guns weren't the only addition to the field. The ground caved in all around the arena and monsters came rushing out. They were humanoid but the infection had robbed them of most other features. Bloated bodies and twisted faces were common but in exchange for this physical alteration they were physically superior to the average human. They were irredeemably weak compared to the main entertainment but at worst they would serve as a distraction and at best might even manage to slow the knight down.
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A pitch black factory, old wood and shabby structure barely keeping anything together. The windows shattered, the stench of blood reeking all over...
Not a pleasant place to spend a night, definetely not.
Laying over a pool of blood was a man, black cloth completely hidden in the dark, the one visible thing was his abnormally pale face. He was visibly unwell, his breath stopped short and limbs inert. Even his heartbeat was barely more audible than a crawling worm.
"S-sir!" Ito called out, his voice weakly and fading. "Please, help me. I..."
Webbing of inperceptible strings stood all over the place, his plan would not fail. "MISTER, NO!" he suddenly cried, hacking what appeared to be blood. A multitude of knives, previously held by string, were now shooting from all directions, each aimed for the man.
"He's back, don't leave me here! He'll kill us, he'll kill us all!"
Ito vs Adjutor
Rebel 1
ACTION
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Of the many things he'd seen on of his nightly Hunts, this was not particularly out of place. Though the factory may be shrouded in inky darkness to the normal man, Adjutor's sight is not impeded by something as simple as a lack of light. Well, technically, it's Xarrest's sight, but the fact remains that the darkness means nothing to the Monster Hunter. Given that he's on a Hunt, Valmanway is of course not in its sheath, instead observing area around him for any disturbances in the air in an incorporeal form.
Thanks to this, Adjutor learns of the kunai speeding in towards him before they land. Left without enough time to look around for the projectiles, Adjutor is forced to rely on Valmanway's gauging of their general positions. The teen ends up grazing a number of the kunai in the process of dodging, but the fact that they were all aimed at a single location lets him survive the storm with only a multitude of grazing hits. Deciding to pay the favor back, Adjutor quickly draws Rahab and rains ice spears down on seemingly wounded man, taking a moment to Reinforce as he draws Tyrfing as well.
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Oh well, looks like it won't be so easy.
Ito did not move at all, even as his opponent seemed to have avoided his initial attack and even as countless spears of ice came raining down him. But even for the slightest instant, he could no longer hide his bloodlust. A terrifying pressure resonated troughout the empty factory, and the ninja simply... vanished.
Explain to me how you're going to get away from these knives. He thought as he kept on concealing his presence, not a trace of heat, smell or sound could be found. Lightly pulling on one of the strings, he caused yet another trap to activate.
With a sudden motion, countless kunais were shot at the man, a simulantaneous barrage of nearly invisible knives lunging at the man's vitals. He just needed him to move a bit, but a single step and Ito could finally get his hands clean of this mess.
Just in case, the ninja readied another kunai, ready to throw it at the man if he was to show an opening.
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Sepulchure vs Vanguard
Sepulchure gave the impression of looking down upon the suit of armor larger than himself who had just appeared out of nowhere and told him that his days of doing evil were done. Does he think I have time to accept the challenge of every single nobody in a suit of armor who challenges me to a fight to the death? I have things to do.
Sepulchure raised fifty large skeletons from the ground, each standing just as tall as Vanguard and collectively armed with a smorgasbord of weaponry. The chattering of their ancient teeth as their battle cry, they charged at Vanguard, intent on following the orders of their necrotic overlord.
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Strangely enough, the man practically vanished before the ice spears would have struck him.
Damn, he's fast.
Adjutor looks around for a moment, when suddenly Valmanway is all but screaming at him from the sheer number of projectiles sent hurtling towards him. And he couldn't see any of them.
Too many to dodge, he's probably still watching from somewhere, not enough time for Armor...
Thankfully, the Reinforcement still gave him enough time to react. Crouching down, Adjutor uses Rahab to create thick shell of ice around him, the radius of the base of the shell only leaving a little room for him as the projectiles ping off the dome harmlessly.
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Vanguard wasted no time, this enemy was not one to be taken lightly. As countless skeletal beings rose, he charged towards the dark knight, going for the kill. Of course, his minions would not let the warrior trough so easily. Vanguard's eye glowing pale blue, he grabbed onto one of the fiend's skulls and threw the abomination's body to his kin, blowing them all aside like ragdolls.
Those who resisisted the initial attack were no less unfortunate: a lightning quick strike to one's chest pulverised his ribs. Now grabbing onto yet another skeleton, he kept on charging against his enemy. Countless more of them went forward, wielding bludgeons to impede him.
"Useless..." Vanguard muttered with a grave voice filled with ire as he used the skeleton to smash eachg and every one of his companions to pieces, cries as fleeting as their crumbling bones. Their bludgeons never reached his cold body of metal, instead only bashing meaninglessly on the decadent husk of what was once one of their own.
Grabbing onto one of the mindless beast's weapons, he cast it's feeble body aside, throwing it at yet more of the charging kravens. With a leap, he now found himself over the pile of skeletons, from which he kicked off in order to leap further. A burstof cracking bones was all that could accompany the thunderous boom.
The area was now clouded by the ghastly remains of their brittle bones, now turned dust. Amidst this cloud of shattered bone, there was the knight, a diabolical surge of power emanating from his sickening armour.
And behind him, the warrior was now ready, his body flipped backwards as his mighty halberd struck down, cold blade meant to cut down his foe from the neck down.
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Ito was surprised, of all things he could have expected, this was not one of them. This icy dome would be quite troublesome, and without knowing what else his opponent might pull, to charge mindlessly is not something a wise person would do.
He could almost hide his grin. Almost.
Grabbing onto some of the strings that had been set up earlier, he pulled off the kunais that had been incrustred in various locations. As soon as it was done, heavy metal structures and cranes fell down, heavy objects meant to crash on the dome of ice and shatter it, this with the intent of killing the rat who had the wits to trap himself in a spider's web.
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Sepulchure vs Vanguard
Vanguard wasted no time, this enemy was not one to be taken lightly. As countless skeletal beings rose, he charged towards the dark knight, going for the kill. Of course, his minions would not let the warrior trough so easily. Vanguard's eye glowing pale blue, he grabbed onto one of the fiend's skulls and threw the abomination's body to his kin, blowing them all aside like ragdolls.
Those who resisisted the initial attack were no less unfortunate: a lightning quick strike to one's chest pulverised his ribs. Now grabbing onto yet another skeleton, he kept on charging against his enemy. Countless more of them went forward, wielding bludgeons to impede him.
"Useless..." Vanguard muttered with a grave voice filled with ire as he used the skeleton to smash eachg and every one of his companions to pieces, cries as fleeting as their crumbling bones. Their bludgeons never reached his cold body of metal, instead only bashing meaninglessly on the decadent husk of what was once one of their own.
Grabbing onto one of the mindless beast's weapons, he cast it's feeble body aside, throwing it at yet more of the charging kravens. With a leap, he now found himself over the pile of skeletons, from which he kicked off in order to leap further. A burstof cracking bones was all that could accompany the thunderous boom.
The area was now clouded by the ghastly remains of their brittle bones, now turned dust. Amidst this cloud of shattered bone, there was the knight, a diabolical surge of power emanating from his sickening armour.
And behind him, the warrior was now ready, his body flipped backwards as his mighty halberd struck down, cold blade meant to cut down his foe from the neck down.
Sepulchure watched the armored man tear through his undead army with little difficulty. So he’s not all bark and no bite after all The armored man executed a flawless backflip and attempted to shear him head from his body with his mighty halberd. Sepulchure chuckled and blocked his simple attack with his armored arm, following up with a quick counterattack to the leg with the Necrotic Sword.
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What!?
Vanguard's blow had been blocked, not by a weapon, but merely by that abominable armour.
Twisting his weapon, he turned it just in time to block the sword slash, the sickening streak of crimson and jet black stopped as it hit the weapon's pole.
Pushed back slightly, he was flipped backwards before regaining footing, his hand grabbing firmly on the ground as it dug into the rock. Yes, that attack was fast, his enemy's body was sturdy and his blows were mighty...
The glow of his core grew brighter, opposing his enemy's dark nature.
"You filth, begone from this world!", he roared before kicking off the ground once more and positioning him on his opponent's blind spot with a dash. With that, he used his whole weight to pivot, a slash meant to cleave his opponent in half. But of course, a half hearted strike like this would be null against an opponent who had withstood his previous blow.
The feint quickly stopped short and the weapon moved like a serpent taking a life of it's own. With unprecedented quickness, the blade rose up in an attempt to cleave the man's face.
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What!?
Vanguard's blow had been blocked, not by a weapon, but merely by that abominable armour.
Twisting his weapon, he turned it just in time to block the sword slash, the sickening streak of crimson and jet black stopped as it hit the weapon's pole.
Pushed back slightly, he was flipped backwards before regaining footing, his hand grabbing firmly on the ground as it dug into the rock. Yes, that attack was fast, his enemy's body was sturdy and his blows were mighty...
The glow of his core grew brighter, opposing his enemy's dark nature.
"You filth, begone from this world!", he roared before kicking off the ground once more and positioning him on his opponent's blind spot with a dash. With that, he used his whole weight to pivot, a slash meant to cleave his opponent in half. But of course, a half hearted strike like this would be null against an opponent who had withstood his previous blow.
The feint quickly stopped short and the weapon moved like a serpent taking a life of it's own. With unprecedented quickness, the blade rose up in an attempt to cleave the man's face.
A pinkish shield briefly covered Sepulchure as the axe rushed towards him Ignoring the blade coming rushing for his head, he slammed his sword into Vanguard’s side, covering him in a black pillar briefly. The poleaxe cut deeply into Sepulchure’s chin and shore off his jaw. Green blood sprayed from the wound, covering Vanguard’s armor with the substance. However, the wound quickly disappeared, soon there was no evidence beyond the blood on the ground and on the armor.
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At this point, Adjutor decides that he really needs to do something about the battlefield. The darkness wasn't a problem, but the lack of shadows most certainly is. Laivatain vanishes from the sheath, going incorporeal as it phases through the ice dome before returning to a visible form, a fiery presence rising up as it casts its light across a large portion of the factory.
Then Valmanway starts going off again, alerting the teen to several large objects falling towards the icy shell he's taken refuge in. Taking a moment to curse his stupidity in boxing himself in against a highly maneuverable foe, Adjutor's grip on Tyrfing tighten briefly before he slips into the Elemental just in time for the defunct machinery to crash down on the shell, shattering it into countless pieces.
Meanwhile, the teen takes a moment to collect himself while standing on Tyrfing before carefully watching the shadows Laivatain casts, with Xarrest preparing a Shield Concept in the meanwhile.
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Vanguard grunted in annoyance as he was covered in the black pillar. It seemed his enemy would not die easily, but the same could be said for him. The sword still stuck on his side, Vanguard decided to grab the man's arm in order to impede another strike.
For a second, his core seemed to glow even brighter. He knew whatever that pink shield was, it was quite troublesome: the moment he struck his foe, his armour had received a deep cut in the chest despite having not been reached by any weapon.
"Don't get so full of yourself, kid." The warrior growled before pivoting back and kicking the earth, with that sending a shard of rock flying at great speed towards his foe's face.
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Adjutor vs Vanguard
Rebel 1
Action!
The battleground, a grassy plain interspersed with various rocky formations. The opponent, a shining metal Paragon of Might and Honor. None of this mattered, not when the hunt was on. The hunter spied his opponent from atop a nearby cliff, taking a moment to regret how his black tunic made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the mossy gray rock.
Lightning magic for the most part, but it looks like there's some other stuff in there too...
Forty bodies, forty souls, the blood won't do us any good if we get caught by that guy, though...
Which is why we won't.
With that, the teen drew Laivatain in one hand and Tyrfing in the other. A casual wave had a spread of fireballs screaming towards the being while Adjutor slipped into Tyrfing, the shadow elemental moving the teen through the shadow to bring him to a plateau closer to ground level in case he had to dodge. Meanwhile, Xarrest prepared a Shield Concept, just in case.
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That man seemed to be quite the nuisance, posessing magical capabilities and a probable skill in close combat. Still, he was no match for the being whom he defied.
"An insect ought not challenge a mountain so casually." Vanguard muttered before dashing to that abomination. Zig zagging rapidly, Vanguard engaged in the battle, his weapon mowing the blasts of fire down as casually as one is to swat flies.
With that, the great juggernault of metal blurred at incredible speeds across the rocky formations, waving his poleaxe once more to send multiple bolts of lightning at that man's general wherabouts in order to harm him before leaping as well, his weapon aimed for that man's throat.
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Fast.
The mana flowing through the armor gave the teen just enough time to surge mana into the Concept he'd been preparing.
"Moeskarne," he shouts, just in time for the lightning bolts to smash into the shield, cracking it severely even with the teen pouring more power into the shield.
Panthe-
Adjutor managed to Reinforce himself and sheath Laivatain just in time for the armor itself to rush him, poleaxe swinging. Everything seems to slow down, but the pole axe doesn't slow down nearly as much as he'd like as it smashes through the heavily damaged Shield, Adjutor himself handily dodging out of the way as he dashes back, drawing Rahab and firing off a volley of ice spears as he tries to create some distance. The thought of using the Armor crosses his mind, but he puts it aside. Swords won't cut it against this being, he'll need something else to do some damage.
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"Useless."
Faced with the volley of ice shards, Vanguard spun his halberd rapidly, deflecting the projectiles with relative ease while advancing at great pace towards the man. Grabbing onto one of the shards with his hand, he quickly threw it at the man with enough force to punch a hole trough flesh.
Using the opening created by such a thing, Vanguard swung his weapon once more, the poleaxe meant to cleave the man, hook him and pull him to the behemoth in order for him to strike him with a lightning's pummeling.
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Damn. For someone as fast as he is, he's fucking heavy!
This fact was proven by the spiderweb of cracks left in the stone with every foot print of the behemoth as he advanced towards the teen, long loping strides making headway towards catching up with the teen. Somehow, he manages to catch one of the ice spears and hurl it back. Blocking and reabsorbing the ice with Rahab wasn't much of an issue, but...
Well, bigger they are...
With a grin, Adjutor surges mana through Rahab as he continues to retreat, creating an ice pillar under his feet to launch him away from the massive swing that would have smashed through him, smashing through the ice pillar instead as he covers the ground between himself and the armor in black ice before forming another pillar to catch himself and get back down to ground level. Upon contact with the earth the teen continued to keep as much distance between himself and that armor as he could, continuing to pepper it with ice spears as Xarrest started to form a Fire Concept.
He's been blocking everything so far...hmm...can he afford to be hit by one of these?
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As Vanguard kept chasing his foe, his heavy metal feet touched the ground as he readied himself to lunge once more. However, it seemed his enemy was not just all bark: as soon as he touched the floor, he began to slip and slide at tremendous speed, more icy spears aimed for him as he began to lose footing.
Quite clever... but cleverness without strength was nothing.
Swatting the projectiles with his halberd, Vanguard dug his hand in the ground with another, spinning in an akis as he kept on deflecting projectiles.
It seemed if that filth was good at anything, it was at running away. Truly he resembled a flea more and more by the second. Simply an dutterly pathetic.
Such cowardice would not be tolerated, he would crush that filthy abomination with all his might. Swinging his poleaxe once more, a mighty wave ot lightning crashed down on the black ice, the earth crumbling and carving a path for Vanguard to run trough.
Quickly, he dashed trough that path of his and leapt like a cannon ball, his humongous body of metal coming to crash down on that man. Still swinging his poleaxe with inhuman speed, strength and precision, he deflected the ice spears effectively.
As soon as his body pummeled to the ground, multiple cracks burst from the rock as the very formations shifted. Without any warning, his core glowed of a pitch black and all that surrounded him was pummeled down, crushed by an invisible force that send all to the depths of the earth below with the tenfold of the planet's power.
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Hakumen Vs Vanguard
The wheel of fate is turning...
Rebel 1, Action!
Hakumen tightened his grip on Okami and faced the opposing suit of armor holding a mighty poleaxe. They stood several meters apart in an blank empty room, a single light from the impossibly centered around them, illuminating a large circle around them that gradually melded with the shadows. How they had arrived here he did not know, but one thing was certain: only one would be able to leave here alive. Hakumen gripped his sword and raised it in a vertical position in front of him. White energy surrounded his being as he began to chant.
“I am the white void. I am the cold steel. I am the just sword. With blade in hand, I shall reap the sins of this world, and cleanse it in the fires of destruction! I am Hakumen! The end has come!”
He charged forward, momentarily leaving behind a large blue sphere where he had been before, attempting to hit his opponent with the pommel of his sword.
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Vanguard was somewhat thrilled, it wasn't every day one could fight an opponent like this. Against this foe, he knew he could give his all without worry, he would annihilate him without remorse.
The great metal warrior waited for the enemy to finish his chant, at the same time readying himself for any blow. Then the enemy charged forward, momentarily leaving behind a large blue sphere where he had been before and attempting to hit him with the pommel of his sword. Yes, he was surely strong.
With that, Vanguard quickly discarded his cape ant tossed it to his opponent in order to create an opening, at the same time charging energy in his hand in order to grab that pommel that was to pounce at him and counterattack with a clean poleaxe strike to the head.
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Adjutor Xarrest vs Boundary Interface Prime Field Device Mu-12
Rebel:2
ACTION!
Adjutor finds himself facing a foe that can best be described with a single word. Lewd. The battlefield was passable, an abandoned factory, with various kinds of now-defunct machinery scattered about the place, plenty of cover, and a fairly high ceiling. His foe, however, was what was truly off-putting about the whole situation. She was flying, but he'd already confirmed that she didn't have any magic. She had a few strange-looking drones about her, but they didn't seem to be giving off any mana either. Of course, the lack of clothing wasn't helping the image either, but that was inconsequential during a fight.
Okay, full reserves, forty bodies, forty souls.
Plenty of cover, opponent is likely a ranged type opponent, further capabilities unknown.
On reflex, Adjutor takes a moment to Reinforce himself before drawing Rahab and Tyrfing as ice spears rain down on his opponent, launched from a short distance above the teen and sent speeding towards the woman.
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Adjutor Xarrest vs Boundary Interface Prime Field Device Mu-12
Rebel:2
ACTION!
Adjutor finds himself facing a foe that can best be described with a single word. Lewd. The battlefield was passable, an abandoned factory, with various kinds of now-defunct machinery scattered about the place, plenty of cover, and a fairly high ceiling. His foe, however, was what was truly off-putting about the whole situation. She was flying, but he'd already confirmed that she didn't have any magic. She had a few strange-looking drones about her, but they didn't seem to be giving off any mana either. Of course, the lack of clothing wasn't helping the image either, but that was inconsequential during a fight.
Okay, full reserves, forty bodies, forty souls.
Plenty of cover, opponent is likely a ranged type opponent, further capabilities unknown.
On reflex, Adjutor takes a moment to Reinforce himself before drawing Rahab and Tyrfing as ice spears rain down on his opponent, launched from a short distance above the teen and sent speeding towards the woman.
Mu-12
Mu looked at the ice raining on her with disinterest. She caused a wormhole to appear above her, which the ice spears harmlessly passed through and came out of a second one a few feet in front of the man who'd lanched them, where they sped back at him. She caused her drones to float lazily around her, she didn't feel a need to attack with them just yet.
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Adjutor
The teen raised an eyebrow at the appearance of the portals, the first one swallowing up the volley and the second set firing them back at him. Adjutor simply lets Rahab dissipate, the Ice Elemental manifesting and recollecting its own creation before dissipating and reappearing in Adjutor's hand as a rapier once more.
Portals, huh?
Well, that's going to be a problem
With a moment's consideration, Adjutor charges in, Rahab icing the floor under his feet as he slides in a zig-zag path, randomly changing his angle of approach as he tosses off more volleys of ice spears. Xarrest takes this opportunity to section off mana to activated the Armor, if the need arises, before starting to form the Concept of Shield.
Meanwhile, Laivatain dissipates before manifesting as a massive fireball looping in towards Mu from the side, moving faster than Adjutor.
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Roxas
After Roxas left Vanguard, a strange portal appeared. He entered the portal and ended up in a large city landscape. There were skyscrapers the size of the empire state building everywhere. None of the buildings had any doors so it was possible to enter any of them easily. Farthermore, the city was empty, as if it was abandoned long ago. Dispute this Roxas noticed a man about a half a block away from him. Thinking he was a threat, he drew both oathkeeper and oblivion and began slowly walking towards his new opponent.
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Adjutor
The teen raised an eyebrow at the appearance of the portals, the first one swallowing up the volley and the second set firing them back at him. Adjutor simply lets Rahab dissipate, the Ice Elemental manifesting and recollecting its own creation before dissipating and reappearing in Adjutor's hand as a rapier once more.
Portals, huh?
Well, that's going to be a problem
With a moment's consideration, Adjutor charges in, Rahab icing the floor under his feet as he slides in a zig-zag path, randomly changing his angle of approach as he tosses off more volleys of ice spears. Xarrest takes this opportunity to section off mana to activated the Armor, if the need arises, before starting to form the Concept of Shield.
Meanwhile, Laivatain dissipates before manifesting as a massive fireball looping in towards Mu from the side, moving faster than Adjutor.
Mu
Noel almost wanted to yawn. This was easy. So, so easy. Had he nor learned from the first time that this wouldn't work? She closed the old portal before opening now ones, sending the ice at the fire before she sent the massive fireball at the man just as she had with the ice before it.
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Michael
Michael watched the kid walking towards him, armed with two massive key-things, with vague disinterest. Sighing, the immortal makes his way towards the kid, one hand digging into his pocket and grabbing a small stick before bringing both hands out to his sides. With nary a thought, the stick extends out to an 8-foot long staff, the formerly white tool tainted black, with wicked designs running up and down the staff.
Kill(him). Destroy(his body). Break(his will).
"So, what bring you here?"
Adjutor
More of those damned portals...
As expected, the fireball is sent back at him through portals, swerving around him before looping around to charge Mu once more, seemingly hell-bent on reaching her.
Armor?
"Armos," Adjutor says, continuing to slide forward as the metal enveloped him, covering him in loose-fitting scale-mail as he charges forwards. Thusly prepared, his helmeted gaze meets Mu for a moment, and he smiles behind the armor.
Then he slips into Tyrfing's shadow, vanishing entirely from the real.
"Fang of the Sea Dragon,"as he kicks off of Tyrfing's shadow, landing on Mu's shadow.
"Rahab," the teen surges mana into the Elemental before leaping from the shadow, coming up behind Mu.
"Pierce," he says, thrusting the rapier at the being floating in the air, the blade rapidly extending to pierce his enemy.
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Vanguard
The ever watchful moon stared at the fearsome fighters that would fight to the death. They were strong, all three of them, but one of the three had done the unforgivable in order to attain greater power.
He would die here and now, in this desolate city.
The great warrior of metal, Vanguard, punched a nearby car with all his might and flung it at the enemy. The vehicle sent flying at the man's face was of course, a distraction. Running quickly, he used his poleaxe to fling himself upwards and swung it down in the direction of the enemy.
Lightning burst from the weapon and countless deadly bolts were sent at that man.
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Roxas
Roxas watched as the man drew an 8 foot staff. Roxas began running at the man, quickly closing in the distance between them. Ignoring the mans words, he jumped into the air, raised his keyblades above his head and got ready to strike from above.
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Dr. Heinrich Faustus
Faust looked at the dangerous opponents that stood before him. Now was not a time to hold back. He effortlessly threw up a powerful shield around himself to protect himself from any immediate harm. The enormous two meter tall behemoth of armor slammed his fist into a car, creating a deafening thunderclap as it was sent hurtling at him at a speed that would kill the average man. Faust smirked. Luckily, he was the great Faust.
Defending against this would be child’s play!
He fired a beam of black light that incinerated the car utterly before he fired several more in the air, where they split into many fine beams and scattered all over the area, shattering glass and melting the pavement wherever it touched the fragile earth. A large reddish flaming beast appeared behind him, awaiting orders from its master.
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Michael
The kid seemed to have ignored him, breaking out into a run instead. Admittedly, he was a fair bit faster than he looked, but if physical power was all that won fights, then the world would be a very different place, now wouldn't it. The kid came at him with a running leap, bringing those strange weapons down for a massive overhead swing that might have connected had Michael not simply moved to the side, stepping back a few paces to allow some distance between himself and the kid.
Adjutor
This will be a problem...
Quite.
On the bright side, we've got full reserves, 100 souls, and 100 bodies of blood.
And we know how they fight to a degree
Adjutor looked from the armored man to the Sorcerer, having not even bothered to seal his eyes. He didn't like what he saw, at all. While Vanguard literally punched a car at Faust, Adjutor quickly got to work. While Xarrest went about the task of Reinforcing them, Adjutor turned his gaze to the skies. The sky overhead was dark with rain, all that water just waiting to pour from the heavens. Rahab vanished, appearing in the clouds as it quickly drew every bit of water into itself. Meanwhile, Adjutor places one hand on Tyrfing and the other on Lavatain.
"Cursed Blade, Tyrfing," he says, mana surging into the Shadow Elemental.
"Firebrand, Laivatain," Now the Fire Elemental.
"Wing Blade, Valmanway," And finally the Air Elemental.
The beams would be a problem, as densely clustered as they were. Frowning, Adjutor thrust Tyrfing towards the beam and finished the invocation.
"Consume," he shouted, the crimson designs lighting up as the beams approaching Adjutor promptly vanished, consumed completely by Tyrfing as the mana powering the spells was funneled back into Adjutor's reserve. Meanwhile, Xarrest focuses in on Concept: Fire.
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Vanguard
His prior attacks had been nullified by the fiend's craft. Irritating to the very end, this was proving to be quite an annoyance by the second. Multiple beams, powerful magecraft indeed, came flying in all directions. Such an attack would have been the end of any man.
But the three knew full well none of them were common men.
His poleaxe flowing trough the air and weaving trough the blasts, Vanguard bashed trough the attack with unrivaled skill. Skill to topple the heavens. Even so, skill without strength was meaningless, and some of the beams did manage to evade his blade-
Only to be stricken by a fist surging with lightning.
The aftershock was immense though, so great even he was sent back into a brick wall, crashing trough.
But that was nothing.
"Cover me, kid!" Roared the behemoth immediately as he surged from the shattered stone house, leaping atop the accursed magician. Suddenly, his core glew and the space surrounding Vanguard became impossibly heavy. Swinging his axe, he pummeled down like a comet of lightning.
Of course, he knew how dangeorous this could be, so he prepared a mighty barrier in case that magician reacted with a spell of his.
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The fight began. Between the boy, the magus, and the living armor with the soul of a great warrior. A fight between people great in their own ways.
WARNING! A CHALLANGER HAS ARRIVED!
Suddenly the earth began to shake and a massive sky scraper began to fall… directly twordes the fighting group.
SUIREN! THE EMPRESS OF ALL EXISTANCE ENTERS THE FIGHT!
“LET ME GET IN ON THIS SHIT!” A voice yelled out from the base of the falling building, and there stood Suiren, a blood thirsty grin on her face.
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Costin Andrei
The life of a vampire was a tough one. If what they had could be called life. It hurt, it always hurt. Dying back then would have been a damn kicker, but it never happened. He never died. And so, unknowing of death, he experienced it by offering it. Death, blood, carnage, death, murder, death.
It was so deadly. But his life was such a black stain, it wasn't something he wanted. But fuck, it felt right. Or at least it did, until he realized it wasn't fun.
Killing wasn't fun.
Dying wasn't fun.
Maybe what he really wished was to be human, to be loved like one.
Yes, he would live a normal life from this day forward. He'd be damned, but he WILL deliver the damn pizza. Yes.
Then he felt something hitting the car.
"WHAT THE FU-"
And he died.
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Roxas
The man sidestepped his attack and got just outside of combat range. However, that was a mistake. He quickdashed forward, taking on a speed that blurred his appearance. In less than a second he closed the distance between them. Using the momentum from the dash, he attempted to swing his keyblades in a diagonal slash, striking his opponent.
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Mu-12
Noel was rapidly growing tired of this farce. She summarily turned the fireball back at the man, sending it out just inches away from his face, incinerating him instantly. Or it would have, had he not disappeared into his shadow, coming out a bit behind her. She saw his lips move and his blade came rushing towards her one more. Without turning around, she easily moved out of the way, watching as it flew by with avid disinterest.
In response, she created several bright electric orbs inside his armor, shocking him with a powerful current of electricity for several seconds before they disappeared as fast as they’d come.
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Adjutor
Adjutor's surprise at the failure of this latest tactic is cut short by the feeling of several powerful electrical currents coursing through the teen, pain arcing through his body along with the electricity. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the currents stop, leaving the teen gasping for breath as the pain starts to fade, aided by a quick application of some healing magic.
She's toying with us...
Either that or she's bored.
Frowning, Adjutor gathers himself as if to jump at her, mana surging into Rahab, only to leap back, firing off yet another volley of ice spears.
At the same time, a pair of massive ice spikes burst from the ground, one where the teen had previously been standing, rapidly coming up behind her, as the second spike comes up from the opposite side, faster than the first.
Meanwhile, the teen continues to move back, taking cover amongst the defunct machinery and keeping himself mobile while Xarrest focuses in on Concept: Soundproofing.
Michael
The sudden burst of speed garnered a raised eyebrow from the immortal, whose sole response was to take another step back and thrust the 8-foot long staff straight into the boy's chest, letting his own momentum do the work for him. Deciding it can't hurt, Michael trickles some mana through his body, enhancing himself to match what he'd seen of the boy's speed and strength.
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Roxas
Roxas took the full blunt of the pole, losing a bit of air in the process. It hurt but he couldn't stop moving. It was a mistake to rely on his normal tactics of pressuring the opponent. Now he would fight smart. He waited for the next blow to reach him.
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Mu-12
Mu opened a portal above her head, sending the ice spears into the ceiling where they harmlessly embedded themselves before she moved back to her original position in order to dodge the icicles deadly embrace. She stifled a yawn before she looked around. “Oh-he disappeared.” She noted as she lazily drifted around, looking for him in a bored manner.
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Adjutor
...Yup, she's bored.
The yawn was all the opportunity the teen needed for the Concept.
"Moeskarne," Adjutor whispers, the Concept flowing over him and smothering any sound he might make.
With that, Adjutor retreats further into the machinery, making sure to stay out of her line of sight as much as he can.
She can see behind her. Some kind of optical devices, perhaps?
A quick peek out from behind some machinery confirms his suspicions, a pair of eyes protruding from her shoulder-pads, seemingly scanning the area.
Perhaps we could try destroying those first?
Depends on if they're destructible to begin with...
Two-pronged attack?
Not taking his eyes off the being, Adjutor silently reached back, soundlessly drawing Valmanway as Xarrest focused in on Concept: Fire.
Evaluating his current position, Adjutor takes a moment to designate a fall back point in his mind before taking a moment to gather himself. Bracing himself, Adjutor peeking out from his cover, from a different location this time, and launched a volley of wind-blades at the eyes. Not bothering to stick around to see if the invisible blades would strike, Adjutor quickly slipped into a nearby shadow and made his way over to his fall-back point, keeping an eye on his opponent's shadow as he surged mana into Valmanway.
Michael
The immortal watched the kid recoil from the impact with a flat look, then with a frown as he stood his ground, seemingly waiting for the next strike.
"Word of advice, kid," Michael says, taking a few steps back, "Don't bum-rush an opponent with a longer weapon, even if you're faster than them. Otherwise you get what just happened to you now. You've got to feint, make them think you're coming in from one direction when you're really coming in from somewhere else entirely. Now, try that again, and don't bum-rush me like an idiot this time."
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Mu-12
Mu continued floating around until she felt two hard object impact her shoulder pads, pushing her forward. “Oww!” She said. “Why are you doing this?” She asked herself as much as him, summoning a swarm of steins and causing them to fire wildly in the general direction of where the attack had come from. “Stop hiding!” She ordered him crossly.
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Roxas
The mans words angered Roxas. But he knew he was right. He stayed silent. Still, this man clearly was not ready to go all out yet. He composed himself and backed up. Getting ready for his next strike. He ran up to the man once again, except this time not at full speed. He was ready to react.
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Well, it certainly wouldn't get any worse. Cursing his luck, a lonesome pirate with a lonesome heart lit up a cigar. He was clearly annoyed, annoyed at everything that just happened. His luck with ladies surely wasn't stellar, but offing cuties was way out of his league. And the worst part was, he had no choice.
This was a damn shitter, all of it.
Grunting, he snapped his finger before downing yet another shot of rum. Immediately, the lit cigar burst into flames. His familiars, countless hawk-like birds, flew out of the blaze and began the search. About five good dozens had gotten out of the building by now, two of them patrolling the building where he stood atop of. The rest would search every inch of the city.
Sewers, houses, parks, stations... none would be out of his sight.
LORENZO REMEI THE GREAT VS MU-12!
THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNIN
REBEL 1
START!
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Mu-12
Mu watched the pirate from afar, inside a skyscraper. He had tried to pick her up earlier, this had led to that, and now they were trying to kill each other. She focused hard on him and with some effort, created a wormhole above him linked to one in the room she was in. She used some steins to rapidly fire a massive volley of lasers directly at him from just above him.
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Adjutor
Adjutor slipped out of the shadows of his fall-back point to see his opponent bombarding the area where he'd fired the wind-blades from, ordering him to stop hiding. He might have been amused if not for the fact that this was a life-or-death situation. Regardless, there were more than a few things to learn from this.
So...looks like those eyes are impervious to damage...
And those drones actually do things. Namely fire a lot of lasers.
I wonder, how do those hold up to damage?
Curious, Adjutor takes a moment to designate another fall back position, then braces himself before aiming out of his cover, launching a storm of ice spears at the drones surrounding her from behind, the spears made far faster than usual thanks to some wind magic to help things along. Once more Adjutor slips into the shadows after launching the attack, making his way to the fall back point as he watches the shadows of both his opponent and those cast by the drones surrounding her. Meanwhile, Xarrest prepares another Concept: Fire.
Michael
"That's better," Michael remarked, finally setting the staff into the motion with wide, sweeping circles, creating an impassable boundary around him to halt the kid's charge.
"But a linear approach won't avail you against a staff wielder worth their salt when you don't have reach," Michael says, the staff buzzing through the air around him, "If you had a spear, maybe, and if I was wielding a spear, slipping inside my range might even be something you could consider. So, what will you do?"
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ADJUTOR! Mu
She sustained her volley until all her drones were slammed by spears of ice before exploding loudly. “Owowow!” She yelled. “That hurt!” One of the swords behind her disappeared into thin air before an enormous glowing blue sword came bursting through the roof and embedded itself in the ground with a tremendous shatter. “I told you to stop hiding!” She yelled at him. She was getting seriously annoyed, she’d done nothing to provoke him!
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Lorenzo Remei
Well, she came at the very least. It wasn't exactly the date he was looking forward to, but she came. A wormhole of sorts opened above him, and many lasers shot down. Well, expecting the unexpected and all was his motto. He sure as hell didn't expect that though.
It mattered not, the flame birds pounced at the beams and took the hit for him. The familiars erupted into flames and now the whole room was enveloped in a blazing hell. At the same time, he received a signal from one of the bird familiars. There was no mistake, she was in another skyscraper.
Knowing that if he was attacked it was most likely due to him being visible, he decided to make a run for it and hide elsewhere. A hallway isolated from windows, but near a security door would suit him. At the same time, a higher floor would be best if he needed to use that to escape and counter attack.
Well, knowing where she was, he decided to go for the offensive. Multiple bird familiars infiltrated the building trough gaps and openings in the structure itself. Sneaking furtively, they were positioned in strategic pinpoints that held the skyscraper up. Others decided to outright pay her a visit and go for the kill.
If all else failed, he would blast the building to smithereens.
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Roxas jumped back as he began creating a boundary with his staff. "Ill admit I made a big mistake charging in blind like that but don't you think your acting a bit high and mighty? You should take this fight a bit more seriously!" Roxas said, almost shouting. He pointed oathkeeper at the man. The tip of his keyblade glowed purple and it fired a round purple spear at the man.
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LORENZO! Mu
“Tch.” Her initial attack had failed, unsurprisingly. And now he knew where she was! She jumped out the window, falling gracefully as her swords disappeared before giant blue swords of death rained from the sky and penetrated Lorenzo’s building, literally tearing it to pieces before she brought them back to her. “You don’t deserve to live!” She yelled at him.
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Lorenzo Remei
Expect the unexpected his ass, she vanished!
No time to think, no time to yelp, the building was now crumbling down. HIS building. Bashing the security door open, he leapt from the building-
And landed on a hueg birdy bird bird of FAIAH
Wow, she just raped your ass there.
"Cheep, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep" the phoenix-like magnificent avian creature of infernal blaze, beauty unknown to mortals, cheeped.
Lorenzo chuckled, to the bird's discontent. "Heh, just do your thing Charles."
Fuck off mate
"Cheep cheep cheep." the badass bird replied.
"It's Lorenzo."
So the pirate flew away from the crazy but still cute girl, winking at her once with a cheeky grin. That was a distraction, meant to piss her off and avert her from the fuckton of fire birds going at her from all directions.
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Adjutor
Continuing to watch the shadows, the teen nodded as the shadows of the drones began disappearing rapidly with flashes of shadow appearing that denoted flashes of light in the real.
Curious, are they really that unstable, or do they simply explode upon taking enough damage?
Probably the latter...
Curious to see how his opponent was faring, the teen slipped out of the shadows at his fallback point and peeked out of his cover.
Wait a minute, didn't she have another one of those sw-
A massive crash interrupts his thoughts as an even more massive sword crashes into the ground near the teen.
Good god, this girl is really compensating for something.
Ducking back into the shadows, Adjutor took a moment to gather himself, watching the shadows around him.
Okay, that's it.
"Wing Blade, Valmanway," Adjutor mutters, surging mana into Valmanway, as he makes his way to a new fallback point positioned behind Mu.
Suddenly, Laivatain appears seemingly from nowhere, a massive fireball moving impossibly fast, zig-zagging at random intervals through the machinery as it approaches Mu from the front.
Meanwhile, Adjutor aims towards Mu with Valmanway before soundlessly muttering the final word of the Invocation.
"Fly."
With that, the dagger tears through the air towards Mu, fast enough that it could have crossed that same distance five times before the sound reached.
Meanwhile, the teen slips into the shadows yet again, watching for his opportunity.
Michael
Michael sighed at the boy's tone, casually dodging out of the way of the spear before stopping, planting his staff in the ground as he watches the boy.
"Kid," Michael says, "If you were better at this, I wouldn't have to take this 'high and mighty attitude' as you call it. If you want a fight, I'll give you a fight, but as you are, it won't be much fun. You've got all these nifty toys, it would seem, but do you know how to use them?"
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Roxas
Roxas was a bit annoyed now. This man was acting arrogant and he wasn't even taking him seriously. He pointed oathkeeper at the man, issuing a challenge. "Please. All you have done is stand there. If you really that skilled then teach me a lesson and come at me!"
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Medaka Kurokami
Medaka woke up in a strange cave. She saw a giant computer. Bedside the computer were some suits that looked like they belonged to a superhero, probably batman. She even sees the bat-mobile. However, it is not batman that she encounters in this cave but rather a large armored man. A strange disire overcame her. She wanted to fight this man to the end, betting everything for the thrill of the fight. This was going to be fun.
"Armored man my name is Medaka and I wish to enjoy a duel with you. Let us fight to the very end!"
As soon as she finished talking, she charged in, getting ready to react to the man's movements.
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Vanguard
"Let us bout to hour heart's content, child of destiny!" roared Vanguard, his blade ready to cut down his foe. This would be a fight to befitt a warrior, no mercy or words would be necessary at this point.
They would speak trough their blows.
As the woman approached him with great speed, he riposted with a mighty strike to her neck only to send a crashing kick to her knee instead. He would use her lack of balance to strike her down there.
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Medaka
Medaka saw the ax striking down. She quickly moved to the right, dodging both his ax swing and the apparent knee strike. She ended up on the right side of him, very close to his right hip. Then, she prepared to block a possible strike to her torso. At the same time she raised her knee up, as if kicking down a door and attempts to strike down at the armored man's would be calf.
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Lorenzo Remei
Well, this sure was something. Aye, something. Let's say he now had a girl after his dead booty. Again.
At least the castle looked nice.
"Hey Meddy, care for a dance?" Lorenzo sneered cheerfully, hanging by a hanged chandelier. This would be fun indeed. Snapping his fingers three times, he hummed a song and twirled his flintlock around, only to shoot magic pellets at her multiple times with a chuckle.
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Medaka
Medaka smiled, her blood boiling with excitement. She would love nothing more than to fight Lorenzo. He fired three magic bullets at her. She dodged all three effortlessly as she charged Lorenzo, shouting out her next attack.
"Kurokami Lariat!"
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Pariah-Vanguard
Desolate, the ruins of the once blooming city were not unlike that burning memory of his. This was the work of a monster, and the three warriors now faced this very monster, surrounded by an infernal hell.
It's body was of a child, but there was no mistake: that fiend was responsible for all the destruction that had befell this city. Despite it's innocent appearance, he was sure that it was a dangerous foe to be eliminated.
"Don't approach recklessly." muttered the metal warrior, clenching his halberd. Dashing back, he cast mighty bolts of lightning that were to pounce on the creature mercilessly. It was unlikely it would slay the fiend, but it would give him an idea of it's characteristics, of it's abilities and perhaps even of it's pattern.
VANGUARD, ROXAS AND ADJUTOR
VS
P.A.R.I.A.H
THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNIN
REBEL ONE
ACTION!!!!
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Roxas-Vanguard-Adjutor
A dark portal appeared next to Vanguard. Roxas emerged from the portal wearing his hood, concealing his face. "Vanguard, do you need my help? Its not like you to go all out like this." he said, taking off the hood, revealing his face. He summoned both of his keyblades, ready for battle regardless of his response.
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The hill, a legendary Terra where only those who have reached the top may stand. A blooming grassland extending to an endless horizon, sunflowers covered it all. Yes, those flowers looked up to the heavens. But the heavens did not look down upon the two existences staring each other down. No, they were too great to be looked down upon by anyone.
The supreme and the absolute.
Looking at a somewhat pretty girl, a man puffed and escaped a small laugh. His head tilted as he approached her. There was no mistake, she had gotten here as well. But only one can hold the title of strongest.
Looking at her with curiosity, like a child looking at a book for the first time, Ibala smiled innocently and chuckled.
She looked mighty allright, he had to admit. So he nodded in approval and grinned.
"Wait. You're going to fight... me?" Asked Ibala with a look of worry, hesitating as if he did not understand the situation. This was false, he knew full well what was bound to occur.
A battle to shame even the gods, even his heart was dancing in delight.
Two great existences, the supreme being and the absolute warrior.
His modest white toga fluttered as the wind blew against his face. Compared to her elaborate dress, his was not quite as extraordinary. Simple robes, the sole decoration being shoulderplates of silver and gold. That man wore not a single protection such as armor or shields.
It mattered not, for he was a man who needed not to hide behind things as feeble as worldly and unearthly materials. Yes, his tall body bore a thousand scars, inflicted by beasts beyond mere legend, but none had ever given birth to a fatal wound.
It was because he was strong. That woman was strong as well. His dark skin contrasted beautifully with his silky white cloth and silver hair. Eyes bearing the colors of the rainbow that were of a dull boredom were now brimming with excitation.
Bursting into laughter as great as the thunder, the warrior roared with a smile full of glee.
"BWAHAHAHAHA! LET'S DO THIS, LITTLE BABY!"
And as soon as he said that, the world shook. Kicking the ground, he came at her like a tempest, the wind itself shattering behind her with unimaginable might. The earth shattered and crumbled under his single step, and the hill was now engraved with a scarring crater. His fist brimmed with the very essence, the very might of the tempestial storm.
Lightning erupted and tore at the earth with melting force as he readied his fists to strike Surien with all his might.
IBALA, THE SILVER VANGUARD WHO WALKS BEYOND THE HEAVENS VERSUS SURIEN, THE SUPREME GOLD THAT REIGNS OVER ALL
LET THE CURTAIN OF THE HEAVENS FALL UPON THIS FANTASTICAL BATTLE OF MYTH!!!
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Suiren, the Supreme Gold that Reigns Over All.
A woman stood in the field, her golden hair flowing in the wind. She was the picture of beauty and strength. Her body well-toned, her proportions were perfect. And her form was covered in an elegant gown of Gold and Silver.
She turned her head and looked at her opponent, and then turned to face him. Golden light began to flicker off her form like lightning. “You are strong… but you are not the opponent I need to defeat”
Her voice was cold, filled with age her from did not show, filled with steeled resolve that would send shivers down peoples spines. “But since you stand against me I will crush you completely.” She said simply.
Then she raised her foot, “Break.” And then it fell, and it tapped the ground. And in that moment, all went silent.
Then the earth roared as the gold from her form entered the stone and spread in a wave in all directions surrounding her. And following the wave earth shattered and exploded upward. The exploding earth meeting her foe like a titlewave of force, rock, and golden light.
And behind the sound of the earth breaking, a light voice, a voice that should have been drowned out completely, could be heard. “Shattering Earth Golden Wave.”
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Ibala, the Silver Vanguard Who Walks Beyond the Heavens
He couldn't believe it, such steeled resolve and conviction. It was clear she wished to reach the peak beyond the unknown. But so did he.
The golden wave opposed him, but to oppose him it would have to be his equal. If his greatness amounted to such a feeble storm, he would have been lower than the buzzing of a flea.
"My, that was quite the light step. With a dress as beautiful as yours, your dance should be quite the sight to behold." he giggled, looking at her with a tint of amusement.
So small, so small.
Roaring, the warrior faced the coming storm with his feet now upon the earth. Taking a deep breath, he used the weigth of his whole existance to stand his ground as he advanced further.
His muscles bulged, blood pumping faster than mighty rivers. His arm's blood vessels were now all clearly visible, and wings of lightning erupted around his very arms that now stood crossed in an absolute defensive stance.
The crashing sound was deafening, the meeting forces collided with intensity unknown to man. However, something managed to drown that as well.
It was a beating noise, a rhythmic pulsation that was now shaking the earth about. There was no mistake...
It was the dance of Ibala's heart, the blood of the legend flowing with might surpassing the greatest of torrents.
He did not push his way trough the wave. He tore it.
Exhaling, the warrior stared defiantly at the empress, now but a few inches away from one another. Kicking at the earth once more, he pounced at her and swung his head down upon her's to inflict a violent headbutt.
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Adjutor-Roxas-Vanguard
All of this carnage, all of this destruction, all caused by a simple child. No, the way the teen's senses screamed at him told a different story. This primal terror was death manifest, the virus a mere conduit for its true nature.
100 souls. 100 bodies. Full Reserves.
Opponent capabilities, unknown beyond biomass manipulation. Do not engage in melee.
Following Vanguard back, Adjutor focused in on Reinforcement before proceeding to Reinforce himself and then Vanguard and Roxas as well. Their best may not be enough, hell, this may not be enough, but he'd be damned if they weren't going to do what they could against this Monster above all Monsters.
With that in mind, Lavatain and Rahab dissipate, leaving Adjutor for their sources. Abruptly, the flames around the battlefield start to vanish, one by one, as if consumed. Soon, all the fires around the battle are gone, and the now the flames further out begin to vanish as well.
Meanwhile, Adjutor draws Tyrfing and Valmanway and briefly considers equipping the armor before discarding that idea. If he takes a hit from that being, chances are he'll be dead with or without the armor. Instead, the teen starts to flood Valmanway with mana.
"Wing Blade, Valmanway," Adjutor says, starting the invocation while Xarrest focuses in on Concept: Fire.
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Mu-12
Noel suddenly found herself attacked from all sides by a magnificent swarm of phoenixes, flaming birds closing in on her, intent on ending her right then and there. She ignored the disgusting man’s taunts as she summoned a horde of drones, innumerable in its sheer size, charging in every which way and direction, but mostly centered on the birds and Lorenzo himself, firing dense blue energy blasts wildly in their charge.
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THE GREAT DOCTOR, HEINRICH FAUSTUS!!!!!
The lightning Vanguard had fired before glanced harmlessly off Faust’s magnificent shield, slamming into the molten wreckage of the asphalt and minced remnants of the cars with a tremendous, resounding crash. Vanguard lanched himself off the ground with the force of a meteor, sending himself flying at Faust. However, the flaming creature behind Faust acted in his defence, rushing forward and smacking Vanguard from the side with a fist made of smoke and fire, not enough to harm him, but it was enough to divert his course and send him flying far past its master.
Faust prepared for a counterattack before loud warning sirens began blowing, as if an air-raid were coming in. However, what showed itself next would prove to be far, far more dangerous.
WARNING! A CHALLANGER HAS ARRIVED!
The text appeared in the sky, ignoring all thought and reason, just existing there.
And then, a skyscraper fell on them. “LET ME GET IN ON THIS SHIT!” He heard over the squealing metal and smashing of glass. It was a bloodthirsty voice, wishing for blood.
“You are indeed powerful, whomever you may be.” Faust said calmly. “However, I did not come here today just to be crushed by such an attack!” He yelled back before summoning an enormous black magic circle, several times his size that fired a black beam just before the building crushed him, turning all inside into vapor as it continued to fall around him until he was free once more.
“I am Faust, the man who made a deal with the Devil and won! Such a trivial attack won’t kill me!” He proclaimed for all present to hear.
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Murenzo
"Hahahaha! To pull off parlour tricks with such a wanton appearance like that. You really are an incorrigible pervert, Noel." the pirate laughed heartily, as if he was told the funniest joke of all times. She wasn't holding back, that was sure. The beams flew across the city, bright lights clashing against infernal familiars like intermingling shooting stars. Explosions of pyre burst into the sky, and the infernal creatures fell one by one. However, they did not go down quite easily.
For they had mingled in their feathers Lorenzo's burning love! Because of that, they clashed equally with her attacks, rainfall of fire against rainfall of light.
But that was not easy to pull off by any stretch of the imagination. Lorenzo was focused, completely focused on the sole purpouse of surviving against her barrage. His output was enormous, more than his body could usually handle. If the scales didn't tip in his favor soon, he would die for sure. Dying pierced by light, or from the sheer strain of his magic.
That was an even funnier joke.
Looking up at the flying Noel, he grinned and yelled, hard enough to be heard. "Really, what was that anyway? Arf arf, bark bark, woof! Puppy dog, small cute puppy dog. The style---------."
He needed her to slip up, to be angry. If she made a mistake, he could win!
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PARIAH
The child watched impassively at the opponents before him. Considering he was outnumbered extra eyes formed on the back and side of his head to grant him increased vision. Then the biomass of his arms and legs seemed to swell and increased his prodigious strength. With that done he was more than prepared for the bolts of energy and leaped over them with ease.
He landed near a flipped bus and gripped it with one hand before dragging it as he raced towards the three enemies. Then he swung the vehicle and let it go, sending it careening towards them at speeds far faster than any bus should ever move.
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PARIAH VAanguard
Vanguard felt a sudden force reinvigorating him. There was no mistake, this was the work of the finest reinforcer indeed. He felt it bubble within his soul, might that was much closer to his original power.
He was harder, better, faster, stronger. And he was now going to spank that little child deep down the depths of hell with all he had and beyond. But that child, he managed to avoid his attack with remarkable reaction speed. A keen instinct somewhat, not unlike a wild beast's. And his limbs...
But now was not the time to wonder on such things, that childlike abomination was running at them with an enormous vehicle held by his tiny hands, and viciously he threw it at them with hurling might. But it was far from enough, and with prodigious speed the reinforced behemoth jumped at the bus, only to spin kick it in front of the child's path like a meteor. There was no point in hitting the monster with it, for he expected it to be capable of grabbing onto it. But the vehicle exploded on impact as it hit the ground, covering the behemoth from his line of sight as he landed and immediately ran to the monster.
"ATTACK!" roared Vanguard.
Blade in hand, he swung it in the ground and flipped a great chunk of asphalt in the fiend's general direction to distract him, the cloud of dust swirling as he swung his blade once again in the opposite direction to cleave the child's neck.
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Roxas-Vangurd- Adjutor
Roxas felt a new strength coming to him as Adjutor reinforced him and Vanguard using his power. Without warning the child attacked the group, tossing a bus at them. Vanguard stopped the bus, spin kicking it back at he child, causing it to explode. "ATTACK!" roared Vanguard. Following this command Vanguard tore the ground apart, carving out a piece of it to throw at the child. Roxas charged the child accelerating into a dash immediately. As Vanguard threw the asphalt, Roxas jumped on top of it. When his new platform was inches away from the child he planned to abandon the platform, jumping 10 feet in the air and attacking from above.
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Adjutor-Roxas-Vanguard
Watching the insane spectacle before him, Adjutor found himself cursing his own inadequacy in this situation.
Focus. Got to focus on what I can do.
With that, he pours more mana into Valmanway, before figuring that he's poured enough into it for now. While Xarrest focuses on crafting another Concept: Fire, Adjutor makes use of Valmanway to draw the dust cloud from Vanguard's attack closer around PARIAH, hindering its vision further.
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PARIAH
The virus frowned at the cloud of dust that had spread due to the bus that had just exploded. The problem was rectified quickly as several of the eyes PARIAH had switched to thermal vision. With this PARIAH could see the person in the air quite easily and two tendrils covered in spikes rose from his back. One moved to strike directly at the figure while the other waited to hit if the other one missed.
The armored figure that seeming commanded the others was also sensed quickly. His voice had given away his position and PARIAH's ears were keen enough to hear the heavy armor cracking the concrete as it approached him. Two more arms emerged from his torso while his other two transformed into blades.
The blade of the halberd that sliced through the dust was held back by these two natural weapons. In that instant the two new arms were fed more biomass and the black fists extended and shot towards the slightly obscured figure with incredible strength.
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Vanguard
The beast seemed to have an absolute control over it's body, limbs growing out of it's child-like body as if it was nothing. They were dealing with a truly monstrous foe. Against it's strike, the behemoth stepped back once, his feet digging into the ground and using all his body's power to resist and stand his ground with his mighty struggle.
It's limbs had grown into blades and now clashed against his poleaxe. The enhanced warrior was at odds with the child, struggling momentarily to hold ground. Then, his weapon became engulfed with lightning, energy seeping out every inch of the metal poleaxe of legend. Swiftly, he hooked the bladed arms with his weapon's edge and used the weight and support as leverage to shoot himself upwards in order to intercept the tendrils with a mighty strike.
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PARIAH
The only thing that was present on PARIAH's face was annoyance as lightning from the weapon burned away some biomass. As the armored man launched himself into the using the child as leverage which unbalanced him for a second before he had 4 tendrils thicker than a man's arm burst from his back, wrap around the man's legs, and pull him back to earth.
But he would not have the luxury of landing on solid ground as PARIAH funneled biomass into the earth through his feet. And as the man was pulled towards the ground he was met by an enormous spike of biomass bursting from the ground intent on impaling him.
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Roxas
As Roxas fell, he noticed Vanguard fly up to help him, only to be taken down by the "kid". It was clear now that even if he breaks through this first tendril, its likely that the monster will simply make more. Still falling, he used a X shaped slash with his keyblades to destroy the tendril coming at him. Thinking that he will be dealt with in the same fashion as Vanguard, Roxas made a cross shaped block with his keyblades and cast reflectaga. A magical circular barrier surrounded Roxas as he made his decent. He was now at half the altitude he started at, closing in on the monster.
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Roxas v Noel
The sky was dark but clear, illuminated by the moon and the stars. Below, a large forest covers the land for miles, with a few large fields and lakes scattered around the area. The leaves of the tree are so thick that they obscure both the ground below and the night sky above. The trunks of the tree are extremely thick, with most of them being several meters wide. The forest is empty, void of life aside from the trees and plants.
The cool nature air filled Roxas’s lunges as he woke up in this forest. He looked around, examining the trees and grass. The trees were big and healthy and he had no idea that grass could be so green. As he listened to nature around him, he heard nothing. There were no birds, no bug noises and no animals. It was odd. The place felt so empty yet so full of life. He looked around, suspicious of his surroundings.
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Noel
There he was! Noel had found her target, the man she'd been ordered to execute. Finally, in this lonesome forest!
So, she wordlessly summoned bolverk without nary a sound, and whispered one word after a short pause.
"Bolverk..."
And with that, she burst forward at an impossible speed, far outstripping even her normal speed. She slammed into the boy from behind nearly instantaneously, knocking him down and speeding past him in less than a second. She clanged Bolverk together, bathing the boy in a pillar of impossibly hot fire.
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Sakagami Kenzo
The sky was pitch black, the stars and the moon being the sole watchers to gaze upon the night city. The wind scattered the autumn leaves, as if to soothe them. Walking lazily in the middle of the road, the red swordsmith advanced towards the azure girl, a silver blade on his waist and a crimson sword in hand. Smiling peacefully, he advanced slowly. There was no stance, no frantic movement. That man seemed to be bothered by nothing in this world.
His eyes were closed, his mind was peaceful. His blade would guide him to that woman and grant him victory, of that he had no doubt. So with silent steps, without exhibiting even a meagre speck of aura, the warrior advanced in this relaxed position. And yet, formless as the mist, flexible as the willow branch, that stance was nothing short but an impenetrable guard.
This would be a night to remember.
SAKAGAMI KENZO VS NOEL VERMILLON
THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNING
REBEL 1
ACTION!!
A single leaf touched the cold asphalt ground and the warrior vanished. No, that was only what a naked eye would have observed. For the shockwave surely spelled out the man's incredible speed. In a mere instant, he had closed the distance between the two. A crimson line was now approaching the woman, to cut her down from the neck down.
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NOERUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU[...]UUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
The red man was moving at speeds far surpassing the logic of man, greater than the greatest of men could even comprehend, swifter than the fastest wind. He was there before Noel had even been able to hear his foot hit the ground, striking with deadly accuracy and incredible speed. Nobody should have been able to dodge such an attack.
However. . .
Noel matched his speed, and even exceeded it. She ducked beneath his strike as it soared directly above her head, mere millimeters away from her hair. And then, she dashed to the side, faster than fast, quicker than quick, and fired an enormous fiery blast from her shotgun in response to his flagrant attack.
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KENNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY[...]YYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
She was quick on her feet, almost as quick as he was. No, he had the feeling she could get faster, but even so- Even if she could outclass his own body, she could not outclass his sword. Swift as the waves, the blade deflected the blast and was thrust at the woman's legs.
However...
That was a feint, for before the blade could even reach her, it was swung towards her chest.
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NOEL. . .
Noel saw the blade absorb her initial attack, and then make a beeline for her legs, moving at the same ridiculous speed. So, she did the only reasonable thing she could think of. She leapt into the air, at even more impossible speeds, firing a massive volley of gigantic shots at the attacker as she did so.
. . .VERMILLION!!!!!!!
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Sakagami Kenzo
Kenzo grinned, satisfied by the display. In response, he slashed the coming pellets with a surgeon's precision and the might of cannonfire, his blade caressing and parrying each and every one of them. But at the last stroke of his blade-
It extended, like a mad dragon swirling around, enveloping the girl but not as much as grazing her. With a slight twist of his wrist, he commanded the sword to dance, and the dragon's fang shot down for the girl's throat.
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Noel Vermillion
Noel should have been alarmed by the impossible movements of the sword, worried about the distinct possibility of it beheading her. But instead, she was perfectly calm, detached even. So with machine-like precision, she acted. A blue hexagonal shield enveloped her in an instant, stopping the deadly projectile mere centimeters away from her neck, temporarily. She watched it clash against her defense, and saw it fail.
This absolutely was not someone whom she could afford to hold back against. If she made a single mistake, she'd definitely die.
So she made her decision without a second's delay. A gorgeously geometric white sword descended from the sky, shattering its way through the offending red weapon before enveloping her in a white light, transforming her.
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Sakagami Kenzo
"HA!" Kenzo blurted out, carried to the heights of rapture by his opponent. His smile was both as feral as a beast's and as gleeful as a child's. His opponent was no small fry, for she managed to destroy one of his blades. She could not be taken lightly. So ran forward, going past her with monstrous speed-
And leapt back, now standing far above her. With a blinding flash, he unsheathed his silver blade and simultaneously went for a slash at her throat. That was the basis of the Iaido style, but Kenzo knew nothing of such a technique. He simply let his blade, the blade that he cherished above all else, take hold of him once more.
She would fight alongside him again it seemed.
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Noeru
Noel, now Mu, watched him ascend into the sky, soar downwards like a silver comet, again going for her throat. She was unconcerned. This was child's play to her. She matched his charge with her own, easily parrying his strike with a slight swat from her arm, moving to counterattack with a powerful kick.
But this was a mere feint. A front for her true attacks. A blue circle, massive in scope, appeared behind the red man and began to swirl. At the same time, several drones were created high above and below him, honing in on him as the flew forward, firing enormous blue lasers continuously the entire time.
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Sakagami Kenzo
The woman, now disrobed and revealing her final form, parried his strike with ease. Clever girl, to try to distract him with a kick. But he could see trough the feint, so h spun mid air to avoid the initial blow and countered with a kick to the face in order to push himself downwards.
The strange orbs were firing at him in quick succession, child's play. Without dropping a sweat, his sword mowed trough the beams with the gentleness of a woman's caress. Those strikes were not to repel the blows, but to give them force. By pulling them towards him, he shifted their direction slightly and made them deviate from their path, directing them to the woman.
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Mu
Mu saw a kick coming, about to connect with her face. So she spun to the side, grabbing him in her legs and sending swords to impale him as the energy blasts impacted her as the drones came in for the kill and collided with him, launching more lasers at point blank.
All the while, the blue circle approached its crescendo, now only moments away from completing its dance.
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Sakagami Kenzo
As soon as he was grabbed by the woman's tender lovely legs, he thrust his sword straight at her head. But that was a feint, for it immediately changed direction and shot to her heart like a serpent. He needed to finish things now, if he could't kill her he needed to get away, to obtain better footing. So he punched her solar plexus with his other hand as hard as he could.
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Roxas
Before he could react, Roxas was hit by some sort of fast moving object. He was knocked down but recovered almost as quickly as he fell. He knew that a followup attack was coming though he was not sure from where. He summoned oathkeeper to his hands, raised the blade above his head and cast reflectaga. The moment he was engulfed by flames he was protected by a magical circular barrier. The moment the attack ended, the barrier dropped an the area around him was engulfed with explosions of light that contained the full force of the attack that hit him. The explosion hit 3 or 4 trees, causing them to fall over.
The keyblade wielder ran forward, moving deeper into the forest.
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I am the bleak light!
I am the dead metal!
I am the righteous blade!
With my valor nearby, I will tear the world out of it's roots and cleanse it in the pyres of rebirth!
I am Vanguard!
THE END IS NIGH!
A tall being, covered in armour. Both were right before the other, surrounded by the remnants of a city. The resemblance was uncanny, but it mattered not. He would emerge victorious.His axe burst with lightning, bolts crackling all around the behemoth and surging above.
No one was watching.
VANGUARD VS HAKUMEN
REBEL 1
ACTION!!
With quick pace, he dashed to the man's side and attempted to hook his leg with the axe.
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Suiren, the Supreme Gold that Reigns Over All.
The man exploded, his body glowing with silver light, as he shot though her torrent of power.
But it would not be enough.
The man reached her, and his head moved to collide with her’s. But her foot was on the ground. Her body spun into the movement, and with it her golden fist shot forward.
It struck the man’s exposed jaw, and with the might of a mountain it shot him into the air like a comet.
Golden World Decimating Strike.
And the world shook and screamed out in pain.
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The vanguard who walks among the heavens.
A great punch that was, a mighty one indeed. He felt his jaw being shattered by the blow and his molars crumbling. He could taste the blood in his mouth, even as he took flight like a soaring comet.
But it was insufficient, did she really put her all in that strike? No, impossible. She was worth much more, so much more. But she had yet to reach the peak of her potential.
Smiling, he flipped back and immediately stopped. It was as if he had landed, as if he was standing on a surface as natural as the earth that woman stood upon. But there was nothing below his feet. Absolutely nothing. It was not flying, no. That man quite literally walked across the heavens like a man walks on the ground.
Can you reach the heavens?
His palm facing her, he muttered something in a foreign tongue. Immediately, the air and winds shook around him and light came forth. A wall solely composed of ancient scriptures grew before the man's palm and split into a multitude of complex circles- about a hundred. Then, his arm lowered in a swift motion.
And like rainfall, lightning poured down on her.
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The Golden Lady with Dominates the World with her Might
As the man was launched Suiren’s body continued to dance with golden light. The light within her form grew greater and greater. The earth beneath her began to crack, the light around her began to flicked oddly, and the winds howled like a dying beast.
But she stood there; she stood in the center as the world began to bend around her form, the golden light radiating from her body.
And then the man’s attack came, just at the moment she looked up at him. A rain of lighting fell, like a torrent of spears falling from the heavens. It shot towards her, intent of skewering her. But yet she did not flee.
Instead, as the attacks came her stance changed. She cocked one fist back. And then, the moment before the first impacted her, it shot forward.
"Empress Fist: Eternal Golden Ripple."
The force of the blow continued past her arm, golden light showing the path, the air shook, and the magic lightning exploded, filling the sky in brilliant light. The air rippled as sound broke, and then, an golden wave that shook the world moved in on the man.
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The silver person who takes strolls on the clouds
As she struck his initial attack, an immense golden wave rushed at him. The lightning's advent had been quelled, but he did not falter. The wind, the thunder, the very essence of the heavens gathered around him and swirled before his feet. In a streak of light, he descended like a star, avoiding the shockwave of light and closing in on the woman with speed not unlike what he displayed before.
For he had the might of the heavens on his side.
His legs were like the great winds, his movement as swift as the thunder and as sharp as lightning. Circling towards her, he manifested more magic circles, firing about ten lightning blasts of much greater magnitude each from different directions.
But that was but a distraction, for his true attack would be much more terrifying. The wind, the air, the atmosphere itself swirled about and rapidly collected around his arms.
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The one who has become Supremacy itself
As she launched her attack her form shifted immediately. She bent her knees and prepared to strike at the immenent counter attack.
She knew it was not enough, this man was no weak.
But he was not strong enough.
She was an Empress. She was one who embodied existence itself. But that does not mean they are all the same. All those born with this power, all those that had her potential, they all were different. The nature of their attribute, the nature of their greatness, that was unique to her.
To other half demon’s she would simply have a ‘World Attribute’. But such a thing is a fallacy. She was a Golden Empress she was one that elevated herself to levels beyond the ‘outside’. Her’s was a Golden ‘Supremacy’ something that makes all yield to it.
And so, she simply needed to evoke it.
She was supremacy over all other things embodied.
“Armor of the Almighty” And her body was coated in golden light, her skin itself radiating the light. And in that moment the lightning smashed against her form and broke apart like water.
There were no movements on her part to stop it; she raised her fists, but only waiting for the man shooting at her. For the lightning, the simple magic, it carried not nearly enough weight to harm her.
For there was nothing that would not yield to her ever increasing might.
And the world continued to scream and distort around her.
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He who's arms pierced the heavens.
Remarkable, that defence of hers was able to negate his blows like nothing. If this didn't work, then it would surely mean that she was an opponent worthy enough to use his fullest force upon. An opponent mighty enough to have him display his blade at his heart's leisure. That, of course, would solely depend on how she'd react to an attack of this caliber.
"DIVINE STORM, SPIRAL GALE BREAKER!" he roared, his voice mightier than thunder. And his forearms quickly spun, not unlike drills swirling endlessly. The speed was ungodly, ripples forming all around the man's body. And with that, all the air that surrounded swirled forth and formed two columns of wind, each twisting and turning faster and faster.
It looked as if his arms had become tornadoes. No, it was mightier than any tornado, greater than even the fastest of winds. The storm shattered trough the land as if it was nothing but paper, consuming the surroundings more and more. That was the power of that man, the power to bend the sky and al that it engulfs to his very will. That was unlike those simple lighting blasts earlier. No, the wind and the air itself became an extension of his body.
As if he was the heavens themselves.
And that was but the preparation. For the twisting winds, hot and cold gales meeting and clashing violently were only meant to harness the true might of the skies. For between his arms, an ever so fickle light was beginning to crackle.
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The one who surpasses the world
Weak, weak, weak! So very weak. So many tricks, so much magic, but yet he could still not come close. So Suiren decided, decided in that moment to truly attack. The screaming around her, the pain of the world became more and more apparent, and he mussels tensed.
Her Weight was growing, as they fought, from that first moment; her weight has been growing ever higher. And in that moment, using that weight and power, she claimed the might of the earth as her own. Golden pulses of light, emanating from all directions, traveled from the earth to her. They filled her, empowered her, and were overtaken by her. If he wanted to utilize the heavens, then she will crush that small power he commanded with something many time greater.
“Golden Worldly Garb.” The golden light intensified, even as the man prepared his attack, as the winds danced closer to him, as the wind formed lightning. But yet to her time seemed to slow, the force filling her form was minuscule compared to what the world truly possessed. It was but one fragment.
But yet, despite being a fragment it surpassed the might of the heavens this man thought he wielded, this hollow copy of the heaven’s might. The world was far greater, it was simply the truth. The world permitted the heaven’s existence by its own might, but its pull, by its weight.
And so, if that world’s weight was applied different it would mean its end.
And then, Suiren jumped.
The world beneath her shattered completely, exploding into a cloud of fire, earth, and dust, as the air broke, the force surpassing its speed and shattering it with a defining boom. And, not even a moment, not even half of a moment, no, rather it was almost as if the moment she left the earth she was there. She was at the man, he fist thrust into the storm he held in his hand.
“World Tremor Fist.”
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He who shines bright like a star among the heavens.
And then, the winds increased in speed. It was something beyond the winds of the earth. No, the air was moving at mach speeds at this points, even higher. It had reached a point where those winds were alike the great winds of the cosmos.
And light now overtook the storm, as if the wind itself had become lightning.
But this wasn't something as simple as lightning, no. He was harnessing the winds themselves to gather plasma in it's purest state, enough to create a star. For the heavens are not something as meagre as the sky. No, the heavens are the everlasting horizon. They are what holds the earth in place, they are the very essence that grants the cosmos existence.
There is the air, there is the wind, there is the sky and there is space.
And beyond that, the heavens themselves. A hall beyond man's reach, unknown, the peak that all those who exist fight to reach. Compared to the vast infinite, something like the world was quite small.
But that woman, she was truly something. If he could allow it, he would say she was the real deal. She was something that could go as far as to challenge the heavens, perhaps even reach them. And this attack, this gathering light would be an adequate test.
The lightning was the calm before the storm, and the storm was the fanfare that would call down the heavens.
A taste of what the heavens could truly muster. It wasn't much, only but a star. However, if she could manage to avoid this blow he would definitely go all out. He would use that.
But instead, she charged straight at it. His eyes widened, he tried to tell her to stop. She was only meant to avoid it, to defend against it. But at point blank-
And a flying fist of gold pummelled his chest, a loud snapping sound audible even despite the. And for that instant, he lost control. The technique couldn't be completed and all the built up energy was released at once. Without form, without a shape to control it, it rampaged wild.
The heavens cried.
"You idiot!"
And all the land, or rather what was left of it, was engulfed in a blinding flash of white. It was like a sun, a burst of energy not like anything the world could ever withstand, great enough to swallow a country whole. Mountains melted, rivers dried up, earth was split and the planet's very core trembled as the heavens dug themselves deeper and deeper into it.
And from a cloud of smoke, lightning danced. Then, a charred silhouette came forth from the great pyre.
His body suffered from severe burns. Three ribs were sprouting from his chest in an unsightly manner. His whole left arm had been charred to the bone. His left eye was now completely blank, contrasting his dark bloodied face. Even so, his body still moved as functionally as ever, as if those wounds but superficial.
He clicked his tongue in damnation. If his body couldn't fully withstand something like this, he feared she would be too crippled to warrant going all out. If there was anything left of her to begin with.
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The Empress
The Empress’ fist struck the man’s attack. And with it hell on earth was released. The pure flames, the heat of the sun, ripped free from his attack and expanded. It consumed, it encompassed.
It burnt the air, it burnt the water, and it burnt the earth. And in that moment time seemed to slow for Suiren, as it began to envelop her.
It pushed against her, threatened to consume her, beating down on her armor. It was trying to surpass her, to overwhelm her, to dominate and destroy her. But the in moment it touched her armor she realized.
This was something she has not felt, it could be felt further beyond the clouds, and it was beyond what Suiren could have ever reached. And in that moment, in the moment her armor began to weaken ever so slightly, she felt something she had not in years.
Excitement.
And so, in that moment Suiren chose to take the cause of this feeling for herself and become its Ruler. Golden light filled the explosion of energy, light that could not been seen due to the brightness of the release. And she claimed it for her own.
And as her Armor faded she became a ruler, not the Sky Ruler she once said, but with the power of this combined with the sky around them she truly claimed the heavens.
And so, rather than something to get blasted away, she became PART of the storm of power as it continued its expansion and then dissipation.
And then she fell to the ground and touched upon it. Her garb was slightly singed, the process was incomplete for even the shortest moment when the armor gave, not expanded to her clothing completely.
But yet she stood there, the only signs she was within that explosion at all was the droplets of sweet and that slightly singed clothing.
And then she spoke out, “Golden Heavenly Garb.” And the gold light around her intensified, showing itself in full to her opponent in full, and with it her armor reformed, “Now this has gotten a bit more fun.” She said, for the first time allowing her true personality to shine though, given the man a toothy and battle hungry grin.
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The Vanguard
Fire, destruction. The ravage of the heavens left it's scars on the earth. But amidst the destruction, she stood. She did it. And he roared in thunderous laughter, applauding his foe from the bottom of his heart, praising her from the depths of his soul.
His smile was as wide as the sky, as radiant as the sun. Yes, there was an opponent of dazzling quality before him. One who could very well best him. He was outmatched, it was a fact clear as day. O what joy, what unspeakable bliss there is to be found when standing before one's equal. So he hoped, he prayed and he commanded that this moment would last forever.
"Well said! Then, let us fight to our heart's content! World against heaven, heaven against heaven, hegemony against hegemony! Let us fall under the curtain of battle's rapture! Against a brilliant foe like yourself, THERE IS NO NEED TO HOLD BACK IS THERE!?"
Yes, his blade would surely not dull against such an opponent. Standing above the Empress, he spoke with words as sweet as honey. A dulcet voice filled with power beyond mortality, a tongue descending from a time where all beings were united under one banner.
Power came forth from his call, an oppressive yet enticing display of might. The skies were torn, ravaged and cast away before that man. A blinding light shattered the pyres into oblivion, the vanguard's mane of a silver radiance. Beastly, incandescent as the sun.
The Sun, since the end times, his brothers in song had rivalled
Bolting long a path predestined, with thunder echoing in his wake
And with swiftness — swiftness beyond measure –, his perpetual cycle fought
His path ravaged, to ashes scorched
Unknown, peerless supremacy, by heavens wrought
Vast is the sky, its waves reaching horizons far and wide; eternal is the radiance of its womb
And so let us ride this moment and dash forth, swift as light, quick as an eternal star
Hear my plea, and grant this one wish: the world longs for an era of peace; days that know not strife
In a world where only peace is lord, and men join hands in liberty… Allow me to sing but this, O Heavens:
For the world is but a shade beneath your beauty!
I wish upon your unending star – guide me to heights unknown.
AWAKEN, O HARBINGER! LET YOUR GLORIA REACH BEYOND THE HEAVENS AND SCREAM AN OPERA OF YOUR NAME ALONE!!
The clouds were moving at ridiculous speeds, as if their cycle completed itself in mere instants. The heavens shattered.
In hand, a silver halberd, it's tip an ornate blade of gold. A shine that shamed even the stars came forth from the man's weapon and like a meteor he descended upon the empress.
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The moon watched over the dark city diligently. Busy, the night city was busy with all sorts of life. Even so, it was all so boring to Tohuw. The same monotony, the same routine, the same people...
This city sorely needed some spice, for there is nothing duller than peace. Suddenly, the demon's eyes widened in glee. The moonlight reflected over his monocle ominously, theatrically the demon slowly descended from the castle's roof and he landed gracefully to greet the newcomer.
Looking at the meagre blonde woman before him, Tohuw couldn't help but smirk. Even so, she certainly wouldn't be boring.
"What an ugly meat doll." the demon quipped in amusement.
It was such a shame, she had trespassed his playgrounds. Hopefully her soul would taste better than her looks.
Tapping the ground with his cane, he clicked his tongue. Suddenly, burning hot tea burst from the doors behind the demon, waves of scorching liquid advancing to boil the woman alive.
TOHUW BALAGAN VERSUS NOEL VERMILLON
REBEL 1
ACTION
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Looking around the burning ruin of the Nazi Zeppelin, Seras frowned.
Well, this brings back memories that I'd rather forge- Wait a minute. Where is everyone?!
Present, Seras.
I know you're here but what about...
After a moment spent in a panicked query, Seras found, to her annoyance, that of all the souls she had been harboring, only ten remained aside from her own, Pip included.
In that time, however, she'd noticed something at her feet.
...Is that...the Harkonnen?
Sure enough, the faithful old rifle was what Seras had just found. Quickly opening the breach, Seras checked the round loaded in.
Incendiary, huh? Ah well.
With that, she slammed the breach shut once more, realizing that there was someone watching her. The same someone who'd been transported here with her.
The demon, armed and ready for combat.
"Well," she said, "You aren't a man, persay, but I suppose I can't be picky right now."
With that, she slammed her shadow arm on the ground, inky-black shadows speeding across the dented and scarred metal floors across the space between them before shooting up, impaling spikes that would skewer the demon like a shiskebab.
SERAS VICTORIA VS KENZO SAKAGAMI
REBEL 1
ACTION!
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Vanguard
A sewer, walls surrounding all in a great underground tunnel. Was van capable of such thing, he would have made a remark about how the stench of rot nauseated him.
And in the middle of it all, two stood.
Surrounded by this peculiar stage, Vanguard couldn't help but allow himself a laugh. It had been long since he had received the opportunity to enjoy himself to such an extent. He would savor this bout.
"Let's settle this, Kusanagi."
Silver light immediately danced around him, and so he advanced mightily towards his target, his axe ready to deflect all strikes. Circles of strange scriptures unknown to man were formed out of the silver blue light, multiple incantations inscribed in thin air.
Immediately blasts of lightning came forth, about four powerful bolts each powerful enough to kill a grown man.
VANGUARD VERSUS MU
REBEL ONE
ACTION!!!
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μ-12
Mu flew into the darkness of a nearby tunnel, barely dodging the lightning. She created several drones in the darkness above her as she flew further in.
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Vanguard
Damn you flying girl sword.
Instead of advancing forward, Vanguard smashed the wall beside him and ran around the tunnel, intending on giving Kusanagi a nice buttseks surprize from behind.
But not before throwing a few more lightning bolts at her general direction.
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Nanashi, The Blue Flame Vigilante VS Adjutor, The Edge as Fuck Monster Hunter
The air within the construction site was cold; the biting wind blew though the half-finished structures, the machinery and supplies covered with a light layer of snow.
Nanashi stood there, across from a young man in odd armor, with a cocky grin on her face. “Hehe, finally caught up to me?” She teasingly asked as her eyes glowed blue. “To bad you couldn’t even catch a blade of grass in a field.”
And with that she turned and ran into the building to her right, her tail swaying almost tauntingly as she fled, and after entering her hand taping against the walls as she ran, her spiritual power burrowing into the stone.
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Adjutor
...And there we have it. The most obvious lure ever spoken.
...At the same time, I don't think it would be a good idea to ignore it altogether. We did come here to hunt her, after all.
Sighing inside the armor, Adjutor decided it would be good to at least have something scouting ahead.
With a moment's consideration, Valmanway manifested, a cool breeze not unlike the cold winds howling through the half-finished structures. The Air Elemental darted into the building, following the trail of spiritual energy left behind by its quarry.
Adjutor, in the meanwhile, slipped into the shadows, looking around for the distinct shadow of cast by the woman, easily recognizable by shadow cast by the tail in particular, before sighting upon it and making his way through the shadow, following it.
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Nanashi
Her ears twitched as she ran down the hall, responding to the sound of splitting air, with a glance back she saw the flash of something moving towards her. But there was no man.
She smirked, and in that moment she jumped at an angle landing on the wall to the side.
Fox Fire – Torch Axe
And as he leapt all of it all her speed, the maneuver taking not even a second, a giant axe appeared in her hands, made of blue flame. And with it she swung. The axe ripped through the simple stone and plaster that made the walls, unabated by the material, and met the thing head on, cleaving it in two by the axe of spiritual flames.
And then Nanashi landed, sliding as she looked back down in the hall, where the being once was, the axe immediately vanishing.
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Adjutor
Adjutor frowned as he saw the woman stop and proceed to maneuver back down the hall with incredible speed.
...Did she spot Valmanway?
If so, she just confronted it head on.
So...something that she thinks could damage Valmanway...
With that, Adjutor opted to move to the shadows a floor above before slipping out, calling Valmanway to him. To his mild surprise, what came back to him wasn't quite the Air Elemental itself. Or rather, not all of the Air Elemental.
Huh. Some kind of Spiritual attack?
Fire. Of all the things it could have been, it had to be fire.
How long?
Somewhere between five to ten minutes.
Adjutor frowned, then considered his options for a moment.
As reluctant as I am to try this...
Looking around, the teen drew Lavatain and aimed for the ceiling a fair ways off before letting lose with a fireball powerful enough to collapse the ceiling there, leaving a ragged hole up to the next floor. The distraction in place, Adjutor slipped into the shadows once more, leaving a manifested Tyrfing behind as he resumed keeping an eye on the woman's shadow.
Meanwhile, Tyrfing hid itself within another shadow, ready to move with the shadow it was currently hiding in or to dart over to another one if the need arose.
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Nanashi
Nanashi rose to a stand after her she landed, letting out a breath. Silence, there was no sound. There was no smell, and she could not see anything else. He wasn’t following her?
And then she heard something from above, though the ceiling, something like fire, and heard the explosion some distance behind her, “Ahh!” She jumped slightly in shock, turning around quickly, but did not hear anything, only hearing the falling of rubble from above in that direction.
But other than that there was no sound, again. Dead silent, as if he was not here…
She calmed herself down; her eyes scanned the hallway around her, her ears twitched as they tried to pick up any sound, her noise sniffed as she tried to pick up a trail, but nothing.
Her eyes kept scanning, and suddenly she saw something, it was subtle but she saw something, something shift in the shadows.
Her hand shot to the side, and within in a ball of flame appeared.
Fox Fire – Will o’ Wisp!
And she ran back down the way she came, she closed her eyes and threw the ball of spiritual blue fire, consuming the shadows in flames. And as she ran, hidden by the bright light, her hand tapped the ground again, burrowing more Spiritual Energy into the surface.
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Adjutor
To the teen's surprise, the shadow of the woman turned, as if suspicious of an unwanted observer.
The hell? I didn't send any more Elementals after her, an-
Adjutor's train of thought was cut off at that point when something promptly erased the shadow he was standing on along with every shadow within the vicinity, including hers.
How the hell...
With the rather lax nature of the Shadow, Adjutor's fall wasn't quite as fast as it might have been in the Real. That aside, the fact remained that there weren't any shadows beneath to land on and that every moment spent in freefall was another moment she had to get away, even as whatever wiped out his shadows lit her up clear as day.
Thankfully, Tyrfing wasn't long in coming once the light faded, the Shadow Elemental catching him before bringing back up to the level she was fleeing along. Oddly enough, she was heading back the way she had come.
Xarrest?
Shield.
Yup.
Leaving Xarrest to prepare the Concept, Adjutor pulls out Laivatain before urging Tyrfing on towards the girl. As soon as he got close enough, he leapt from the Shadow Elemental's shadow at his opponent, already swinging Laivatain.
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Nanashi
Running, the air though her hair, it felt right. Moving, dashing, evading, hunting, the fox in her was pleased. And then a smell struck her, and she dove forward, her blue flames exploding from her feet, propelling her forward, narrowly avoiding her back being cleaved in two, the blade cutting though her jacket.
As she began to roll she immediately spun, turning around to see her enemy and she kneed on one of her knees. Panting she glared at the man as sweet dripped down her brow.
It was now or never. Her fist exploded with flames and with a yell the swung it at her foe, and flames exploded from it in a wave.
Strike Blaze: Hungry Ghost Consuming Flame Furnace!
And at the moment, the spiritual energy she left in the hallway, within the stone, responded to the command, and the hallway became a furnace. The ghostly flames of a fox fulling it would not half for a good 30 seconds.
The let the explosion take her, throwing her down the hallway and out of the exit, and the she laid for a moment, catching her breath.
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Elyssa spotted the target in the crowd. It wasn't hard to, really; this "Relius Clover" stuck out as much as she did, and she's an eight-foot war golem! Sticking to the rooftops, only making jumps across streets while cloaked, she tracked the man until he entered a relatively secluded area. It was one of the many smaller parks of Nexus. It wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty either.
It was acceptable, however. Well within working parameters...
Remaining on the rooftop, the Warmonger entered into a sniping position. Her optics set to thirty-six times magnification, left arm raised and pointing the casting rods at the target. The world around her faded away, all that existed was her and the target...
With a mental command, mana surged from the Bradford Engine, through the torso, and down her arm. Elyssa fired Arcane Lightning through her two casting rods, twin magical lightning bolts racing towards the ignorant man...
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RElius Clover
Relius casually strolled through the park, carefully organizing the data in his head. Without warning, a loud bang sound erupted nearby. Thankfully, he did not need to be prepared.
Ignis appeared in a flash of purple light, her arms weaved together to form a literal shield. The bolts hit the shield, nullifying them. The metal doll spotted her target and began collecting data. Then, she floated directly towards her target, moving at the speed of a fast human sprint. She held the shield just below her eyes.
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'An automaton?' Elyssa thought, surprised that her sniping attempt failed. The machine was now hovering in her direction, eyes locking onto the Warmonger's camera lenses. With her position compromised, it was now time for an alternative plan.
Elyssa raised up from her crouching position and leapt right off the building. Moments before landing, she activated her thrusters, slowing her descent. Hitting the ground running, the golemn flowed mana through the Shadow Rune on her chest, making her near invisible.
If the automaton protects its master from ranged attacks, then the situation calls to close the distance.
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RElius Clover
The moment the robot like creature jumped off the building, Ignis increased her speed. She quickly closed in on her opponent, as it softened its decent. She intended to ram the robot with her shield.
Relius on the other hand, activated his ars, allowing him to float as fast as a olympic runner. He began moving backward, his eyes focused on the fight before him.
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Lorenzo Remei
Aboard an enormous ship and standing proudly, a man took a deep breath of fresh air. The sea, the sun, the seagulls. Perfect. Advancing mightily, the ship went wherever The Great Pirate Captain Buccaneer Lord and King of the Seven Seas and Emperor of The Tirates Lord Supreme of All Aigh and Almighty Captain Lorenzo Remei wished. Standing behind him was his trusty companion, Medaka the Busty.
"Aaaaaah, Isn't this wonderful? What a fine day to be a pirate, eh lass?" He asked with a content smile brimming with pompous glorious confidence.
Both were seeping with an overwhelming aura of charisma and overconfidence. Their stereotypical pirate chlothes fluttered trough the wind as they noticed a ship. Mighty indeed she was, aye, a fine challenge! Immediately, Lorenzo's smile grew into a gigantic battle-hungry grin.
"YOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! I, THE GREAT LORENZO REMEI WILL ACCEPT THIS CHALLENGE! WITH THIS FIERY MOON, I WILL BURN ALL WITH MY LOVE AND CLAIM THIS SHIP AND PLUNDER ITS BOOTY! AND RICHES FOR MYSELF!!! LET'S BLAST!!" He roared, loud enough to be heard kilometers away. Steadily, the ship gained speed and charged forward to ram trough the shipgirl and pound her violently.
LORENZO REMEI THE GREAT PIRATE KING AND SECOND IN COMMAND MEDAKA VS KONGO DESSSS
REBEL ONE
ACTION!!!!
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Medaka Kurokami
A clear blue sky, a grand ship and her pirate companion beside her as the sail forward into battle. Though her pirate blouse was a bit small around the chest, it was surprisingly comfortable and she loved how her clothes caught the wind.
"Aaaaaah, Isn't this wonderful? What a fine day to be a pirate, eh lass?" Asked Lorenzo in his normal overly pompous voice.
"Oh yes but it would be much better with the sound of cannons raging across the sea." She responded mimicking his voice. A cocky almost competitive smile shaped her face as the pirate's voice echoed into the distance.
"YOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! I, THE GREAT LORENZO REMEI WILL ACCEPT THIS CHALLENGE! WITH THIS FIERY MOON, I WILL BURN ALL WITH MY LOVE AND CLAIM THIS SHIP AND PLUNDER ITS BOOTY! LET'S BLAST!!"
"AND I, FIRST MATE MEDAKA SHALL ASSIST IN THE CAPTURE OF THIS GRAND PRIZE! FORWARD TO VICTORY!" She echoed, shouting her vow the minute he finished, like a well practiced speech.
As the ship picked up speed, Medaka stepped behind Lorenzo, awaiting the next phase in battle.
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Rikuyo
Ever seeking challenge, ever looking for any way to improve her skill, no matter the consequences, the girl prowled the city of Nexus in search of one of those so called 'Elites'. She had no interest in joining them, but they would be a good entertainment if they live up to their names. She heard names of the few of them, among them Noel Vermillion. So on a whim, she decided she would be her first target.
She spotted the person who fit the description she got from bullying few coppers into spilling their beans."Yo, blondie." she called out to her, hurling some poor sod's motorcycle at Noel with a powerful kick. If that girl couldn't do shit about that, she wasn't even worth her attention.
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Mu
Mu threw up a blue barrier reflexively, stopping the motorcycle cold. She created countless drones as she flew up into the sky: ten, twenty, thirty, the number just kept climbing higher and higher. And then they began to fire, each releasing lasers at the rate of a machine gun, the number of drones constantly growing further.
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Mu threw up a blue barrier reflexively, stopping the motorcycle cold. She created countless drones as she flew up into the sky: ten, twenty, thirty, the number just kept climbing higher and higher. And then they began to fire, each releasing lasers at the rate of a machine gun, the number of drones constantly growing further.
Rikuyo
Seemingly countless beams of light rained down on Rikuyo who resorted to run for the moment. It wasn't a sign of cowardice, just that she had to try to evade them before her transformation finished. Bullets of light completely shredded the motorcycle she used, grazing her body as she did her best to not get turned into a Swiss cheese. It would be bothersome even for someone with her regeneration. Once a tail of a monkey sprout from her tailbone, a clear sign that she transformed, she was ready to face the opponent on more equal terms. However, it would be still troublesome to just close the distance. "How about that?" she exclaimed, firing a blast of energy bigger than Mu's individual beams, hopefully the smaller beams extinguished by crashing into it.
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DARK VLAD
Atop a very dark tower over a very dark mountain, a fiery overlord watched the snow-less city from below with a malevolent smile. Perfect, this was all too perfect! His minions were readying to raze the city any second, while his pyrodracolich (leg/fan/leg) flew over his domain ominously.
"Hahahahahaha! Tremble, fools! Now that I and my minions have stolen Christmas, no one can oppose me any longer!" He laughed, gloating as he relished in his victory. Poor Santa Claus was tied up and gagged in the corner of his throne room, and his hat was now in his possession. With this the Nexus would know a holiday it would never forget.
The christmas event was a total success! Now, all that he needed was for a hero to show up. So he waited patiently, chuckling to himself all the way.
So he waited.
And waited.
Any time now...
Any time...
"Ugh, she is late!" He pouted in frustration. "Very well, in this case, I Dark Vlad will strike first! March forth my armies, leave not a single gift shop spared!!! Tonight, Nexus must burn!"