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Chill V Tehran'he: Part 2; Alliance Gem Spar
Topic Started: Nov 24 2010, 09:17 PM (197 Views)
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Click here if you got confused by my OP. And by the way, Oboe, you didn't give me or Chill credit for it. =[

Tehran’he watched as Chill shook his head slowly, eyes bugging out of his sockets in fear. In a hollow voice, shaken deeply be fear, he hoarsely responded to her accusations. “A disease...you dared to try and pass over some filthy disease. How dare you, how dare you?” Suddenly he stopped walking back and his entire structure changed to one of amusement at her futile attempt. “That would've been my reaction if I wasn't wearing gloves, ha ha ha.”

“You can't stop me Tehran’he; you will never be able to stop me. When I am done, Frieza will have burned to the ground, the changelings extinct and all that will be left, is Frost's head on a stake in my trophy room.” She stared at him blankly, eyes devoid of emotion. She knew he could do it; of course he could. He slowly walked forward, his moment of “fear” long forgotten; his voice dipped back into its seductive one of hidden truths and secrets just begging to be told.

“My dear, you talk about secrets on Rath, but you forget that I know more than you can even comprehend about Rath. Because that will be the place where the Adjudicator will fall to the hands of the Envyncar.” Tehran’he didn’t bother react. If there was one thing she could be certain of – and this most likely was the only thing she could be certain of – Tapion would not fall to anyone. She’d seen his true face; he would destroy all, and none would hold back his wrath.

“Now then, let me show you what I have learned in these past months.” His voice brought her attention back on him. It was curt and empty of emotion. He raised his arms high, and gave deep, throaty groans as his full power suddenly weighed in on him; his width increased a great deal, due to a sudden increase in muscle mass, but not in height. But while he grew wider, so did his aura, almost cackling at the freedom of being finally seen in its full, shining glory.

The changeling immediately saw that what he was about to attack was much too powerful for her to handle; she used the time to transform. First her body did a crazy jumpstart, as her head elongated; her mouth began to stretch out much like a baboon, and her feet splayed out widely, showing how awkward her second form was. Before she even got comfortable in it, she immediately continued onward; her head shrunk somewhat in length, while still being longer than it was in her first form, and she shrunk to even smaller than her original base appearance; the feet slid back together and her arms grew muscles that were more than visible.

She finally looked up, to see Chill’s aura had shattered the twin hourglasses; the sand was flowing freely down out of it. He didn’t even look at her, not that there was a need to. There were two sets of crystalline emerald eyes staring at her cruelly, and deep, jet black, leathery wings seemed to have been formed from the Envycar’s aura.

“I hope this proves my point, ha ha ha!” A terrible pun he was attempting to make, she noted, as the index finger from both of his hands shot forth beams of unbelievable power. They shifted forward into one, which she swore more than doubled in size, which made no sense. But Tehran’he was determined to stop this. In a terrible rush, she grabbed flames from her own aura and crushed them together, forcing it to heat and melt in her hands.

But she didn’t have enough time to perfect the attack; instead of sending it off as its pure form of lightning, she had to settle for the much weaker form: Fire. It slammed into Chill’s beam, momentarily halting it by its ferocity and aggression. While this happened, the changeling split her conscious mind in three ways, and watched her body do likewise, all holding the attack at different angles. That didn’t slow it down any more than when she was the same, but it would keep her with a better chance of survival.

And she was right. The beam eventually decided that the attack “countering” it wasn’t nearly strong enough and so hurtled forward. It rushed the middle changeling, obliterating her completely. And as it rushed forward, it slammed the edges of the other two changelings, taking half of each of the two remaining Forms’ with it. There was a sudden shift, and the changeling went back inside herself, now literally more than 67% destroyed.

The fight was over, and she knew it. She looked up at Chill and murmured, “Fine. You win. I even swear to fealty you as my leader. Of course, I’m dead, so it doesn’t matter anyway.” Without waiting for a response in the inevitable form of an even stronger Ki attack, she attempted to slip back into Hell by grasping for her Gem. But it wasn’t in her pocket where she’d left it.

She looked around confusedly, trying to find it, and eventually realized that meant it wasn’t her time to yet leave. Her eyes widened slightly, but she tried to keep the changeling from spotting it.

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Chill chuckled a bit, his hand reaching for his gem, yet there was something wrong, for it did not react. It seemed as if it told him that there was still something he had to do. He smiled behind his mask, a vicious and demonic smile that if it werent for the mask, would've betrayed his intentions. He still had a long way to go and break Tehran'he, he had to break not only her spirit, but also her foolish pride and her reluctance to kneel before him.

"Seems we're both stuck in this place for yet another while isn't it?" Chill said calmly, while walking back to what he defined to be the center of the place. He slowly dropped his powerlevel again, preventing the strain his body would get from the constant use of his full power. He looked at his hand again and swatted off the remaining droplets of Tehran'he's blood that rested upon it.

"Now than, you talked about a disease earlier, which made me curious. What does it do, what are it's properties?" Chill asked politely, hoping not to offend the female changeling outright. "but that is ofcourse besides the point I guess, let us simply demonstrate our current power to each other, for I am interested in how far your limits stretch."

Let's test Tehran'he a bit

Chill slowly removed his robes and dropped his massive weights to the ground. His pure black aura started to drip out of his body, seemingly covering it in a thin veil, while the changeling tyrant assumed his most favorit stance; the Wolf Stance. Just as he had assumed this stance, suddenly a mirror image appeared, a benefit of the superior Illusion wolf technique he had learned during his first time on earth.

Suddenly both of them rushed towards the changeling, each performing in a perfect mirror image of the other. In a blur, the monster had reached Tehran'he, his speed seriously altered due to the usage if another technique he had learned on earth, the hassuken.

Just as he was a mere feet away from the female changeling, he ducked down, as well as his mirror image, while quickly performing a flying falcon uppercut towards her Chin, aiming to propel her in the air. Vanishing from sight, he reappeared behind her, following her, as both he and his mirror image quickly threw a flurry of punches towards her back, followed by an upward spin, his tail slamming down towards her, aiming to force her towards the floor.

He swiftly vanished again, as well as his mirror image, reappearing yet again somewhere else, rushing towards her while yet again sending a flurry of punches, yet this time aimed at her gut, followed by a swift elbow one two aimed at her chest, while a powerfull straight punch aimed at her gut was a signal to end this onslaught. "Is this all?" the changeling asked slightly dissapointed.

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The changeling attempted to grab his Gem as well, thinking that he was done too. But just as with Tehran’he, his Gem didn’t work. Weird. “Seems we're both stuck in this place for yet another while isn't it?” He spoke calmly, as though this had happened to him before. Perhaps it had. She didn’t really care.

“I suppose so.” Neutral, guarded.

“Now then, you talked about a disease earlier, which made me curious. What does it do, what are its properties?” She raised an eyebrow, and opened her mouth slowly, considering how she should respond, or if at all. Finally, she decided it wasn’t really a secret; just rare. So she decided she would attempt to explain it.

“Well, it’s a disease from the time of the-”

“But that is, of course, beside the point I guess; let us simply demonstrate our current power to each other, for I am interested in how far your limits stretch.”

“Fine.” She knew, as she was aware Chill did, that most of her essence had been obliterated in the sparring realm. But yet if he wanted to continue to push her, so be it. She still had tricks up her sleeve, she assumed. Chill slowly took off his powerful weights, letting them slam into the ground hard, leaving indents in the rough, solid, well-packed dirt.

His aura spread out around the changeling, becoming less of an aura and more of a thin curtain veil, worn by that ancient fictional villain from Earth, Vader. Skywalker. Suddenly, a second Chill appeared next to the first. Deca Form? As if to answer the question, both of the “Chills” rushed towards her headlong. Tehran’he saw as they were running that they both achieved the Hassuken power up, taught by the turtle hermit, Roshi.

The changeling leaped into the sky, to buy herself just a split second more time, before activating the exact same technique. She had no time to throw it out casually, so had to release all six arms at once. She cried out in pain and felt the blood dripping down her back, but they were there. Chill appeared to have been distracted, however, and when he reached where she was, dipped down just a bit and threw his arm up in a powerful uppercut where her head was before.

Instead, he hit her sole of her foot and sent her flying higher into the air. She fired off a blast of Ki from her mouth before spinning in midair and angling her body towards the Tyrant, using her tail as a rudder. But almost the moment she decided to do this, he vanished from view, suddenly reappearing right in front of her, slamming punch after punch at her stomach. She curled up in the fetal position, and rolled to the right to let them slam more into the arms on her back than gut.

His elbow raced towards her and she used four of her remaining arms to block the hit. She felt one of them snap and instantly released her hold on it and let it slip back inside her. The second elbow broke yet another arm, and yet another disappeared. But she’d been expecting another punch from Chill’s fist, and had used her three arms to keep the punch back, though she flew several dozen feet back from the force of it.

“Is that all?” The sarcasm in his voice got her boiling. Her faked arms disappeared. Suddenly, a blinding light shot from her aura making wide arcs; from within the center of this a small, black dot appeared. Within instants, it tripled in size, and then doubled again, continually growing in size until it almost covered her aura entirely.

Faintly muffled, a reply came back. “Not likely.” With a deep grunt, she sent the attack rushing towards Chill, and flew after it, kicking it hard to increase its speed, following up by sending a massive beam after it to make it go even faster. With that, she let go of the Ki keeping her in the air and angled down for the ground. She just barely turned it on at the last second so she would touch the earth and not slam into it, but she was spent. Completely and utterly.
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He looked down, his eyes suinted, while a chuckle could be heard from behind his mask. He simply awaited the attack, waiting to show her who trul controled the other, who was nor a man or a monster, but a god. He tilted his head a bit backwards, a sign of feint arrogance, with his chin held high, his hand slowly reached out for the incoming blast, stopping it violently in it's tracks. His own powerlevel rose again, just to accomodate with holding back the attack for a single moment.

He laughed silently, as he closed his hand to a fist, obliterating the attack, crushing it into thousands of innocent sparkles of light. Yet his power kept on rising, his aura growing larger and larger, until it suddenly halted. Chill closed his eye and took a deep breath, his aura shrinking again to a veil around him. He placed his hands together and removed them from each other again, a small black orb of ki appeared, with a sound of crackling black electricity, he rose his arms to the sky, with the orb floating above them.

"Now learn Tehran'he, learn what happens when you mess with the most powerful being in the universe!" Chill yelled, as the orb started to grow to an unimaginable size. It started to cast a massive shadow all over the area, covering the entire realm in darkness. He would show them all, he would show them his power and he would make them all bow before him.

"Say your prayers," he said softly,"While you still can." With a load laughter, he threw down the mighty ball of concentrated ki. It's power was enormous, enough to blow up a red giant, enough to destroy a quasar, this was the Deathball and death was all it delivered.

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Vision wasn’t the greatest. She looked around, trying to spot noises, colors, shapes, anything, but nothing was there. Finally, she tilted her head back, just in time to see a splash of light sparkle around her. “Pretty lights…” the voice was slightly slurred, distracted, and just a tad higher pitched than usual.

A few moments later, everything went dark, and the changeling thought she was about to appear in Hell again, but instead, a voice called out through the darkness. “Now learn Tehran'he, learn what happens when you mess with the most powerful being in the universe!” he then threw it down towards her.

She wasn’t sure exactly what as headed her way, but she could feel the air being pushed aside as the nothingness flew closer, finally reaching her. The changeling lifted her hands slowly, wanting to hold the nothing in her hands and know what it was. When it touched her, she immediately grunted. It was unbelievably dense, and unbelievably large. Everything went dark. But suddenly, there was a crack from beneath her, as the earth gave way and she began to sink.

The changeling wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but could tell, even then, that she didn’t want that to go any further. With an extreme exertion of her powers, she powered down to her base form, and attempted something she hadn’t tried since her very first transformation. She used the energy from the nothingness to fuel her, and instantly felt her body convulse as all that power sunk inside her body.

Visions flashed through her almost instantaneously. She saw a tree, and a fruit. A great winged being looking down on her. A row of gems. A second row of gems. A man that seemed at the same time more and less than human. A great chaotic swirling aura. A dark force on Earth, multiple forces, all stronger than her. A great ball of energy hitting her. A dark room, where all sorts of terrible, dangerous things existed. Fonos, turning on her, with a cloaked figure… or was it two? And so many others that she didn’t have time to process. And within an instant, it was all gone.

She slowly got to her feet, looking around. Chill was in the air, waiting for the smoke to clear; how she saw through the dust, she couldn’t be sure. There was a crater nearly a mile wide next to her, where she’d been slammed by the… something.

And her body. It was different. Changed. More powerful. Infinitely more powerful than she’d ever been. But suddenly, she felt something pop, and she fell to her knees, crying out in pain. She forced her eyes shut, and a single tear fell before she disappeared from the sparring realm, having died from poisoning. The cause?

Well, that is another story entirely.

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