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Asroth Vs Osiris(w); Alliance Gem Spar - Complete
Topic Started: Dec 8 2012, 12:14 AM (222 Views)
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The immediate aftermath of destroying the Blackheart Clan left Asroth feeling drained, horribly empty of any feeling. He was thankful for the shock his mind had put him in, because if he’d been allowed to register the bloodbath he’d committed, who knew where his mind would have led. Stepping cautiously over the bodies of the women and children he’d brutally bombed, the Rat King walked to the front door, pretending to be ignorant of the blood staining his clothes.

Throwing open the doors, he stared down all who looked at him, with a practiced look of bored fury he’d perfected while on Avalon. Despite not typically being a violent person, to deal with the criminal underworld in any society, one needed to show absolute dominance mentally and emotionally. There, Asroth was master. None touched him as he walked down the dank alleyways of downtown West, searching for some place to ‘borrow’ new clothes.

Eventually, about ten minutes of walking led him to a small, abandoned storefront. Interested, he peeked inside to see that it held several rags.

Maybe for homeless people…? Well, whatever – mine now.

Asroth threw his shirt off and quickly replaced it with some too-baggy bright yellow shirt that read “SUPPORT ORGANIC FOODS!” It was horrible, but all he could find that was remotely close to him. After that, he threw off his pants, before remembering he had to empty them to put in the new pair. Asroth casually reached in, forgetting that he had the magical stone in it, and wrapped his hand completely around it.

The Rat King only had enough time to think ‘oh shit’ before flying off into the Astral Realm, wearing only that tacky ass shirt and some boxers.

This should be fun.

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Osiris sat on a large boulder just outside the fortress’s entrance in the shade of Maverick’s thick jungle. His dark amethyst eyes stared listlessly into the darkness bound within those aged stone walls. The slight breeze passing through the surrounding trees carried a heavy stench for miles. Tilting his head up he tried to let the sun beat down on his face, but only felt the cold ooze shift and start to slide off his pale skin in a different direction.

The youth grimaced harder than he was already doing so, if that was possible. He needed a break from the disgusting state of affairs he was in. Wiping his free hand semi clean he reached into a pocket and pulled out the purple gem that so often acted as his vacation broker. Focusing his will the half-demon felt his will being pulled into the depths of the crystalline structure. The familiar sense of falling washed over him as his mind’s eye watched the world around him turn into a blur of light.

His eyelids dropped for but a second. Black combat boots slammed into a solid surface. Raising his eyelids back open there was a new world sprawled out before him. An open flat land with short shrubbery and knee high grass spread out around him. Massive craters made deep depressions in the otherwise level terrain. Osiris smirked as his eyes naturally lifted to find exactly what he was expecting. The missing land masses were hovering in the air like misplaced islands.

Taking a short breath the youth nearly gagged. His eyes darted back down to his own body. The black oozing blood of the creature he had killed still covered his cloak and armor. It was only then that he realized the familiar sensation of weight in his right hand. The severed skull of the large beast was still in his grasp. His fingers wrapped around and inside the “sorta” empty eye sockets from which the eyes themselves still hung by their fleshy cords. Powerful jaws still snapped occasionally causing the dark brown, tar-like flesh to giggle like some kind of morbid Jell-o.

Osiris’ attention was brought back up as the air shimmered before revealing a shabbily dressed man . . . well mostly dressed.

Great . . . ” the half-demon sighed ever so slightly.

With a sharp snap of his wrist Osiris whipped the disgusting head towards the new stranger.

Hold that for me,” with that he started wiping the ooze from his person totally disregarding his opponent.

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What?

Asroth thought he’d be the oddly dressed one in this scenario, but it appeared that he almost looked normal against the person he was supposedly facing: covered in blood and ooze and holding a severed head, a dark figure loomed through the shadows of the Astral Realm. He murmured something under his breath but Asroth wasn’t quite able to make out what had been said. Before he could ask, though, the figure chucked the severed head the Avalanian’s way. Startled, he caught it, fluids leaking all down his person. “Hold that for me,” he calmly requested.

For what felt like a week, Asroth stood there, holding the head of who-knew-what, slowly getting more and more disgusting by the minute, as the man quietly cleansed himself. Finally his wrath burst through the dam, and he threw the head back violently.

“What the fuck?!” Asroth screamed. As if triggered by his usage of profanity, once more the apparition grabbed hold of him, twisting intentions and darkening motives. A Cheshire smile returned to ‘Asroth’s’ features as he smoothly continued, “Oh, sorry. How rude of me! I apologize. Just a little seasick, I s’pose.”

The smile continued for another instant, before, sufficiently convinced that the foe was placated, sent a swathe of chaotic flames from his lips, flying across the Realm. The demon then melted from view, to reappear on the right of who he was supposed to fight, hopefully unnoticed. “Who are you, and how did I get here?” he hissed viciously.

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The half demon’s attention suddenly shot back up as the other man screamed. Side stepping Osiris drew the Zweihander from his back and brought it down with great force. The crystal looking blade impaled the beast’s skull and pinned it into the ground. A shockwave ripped across the ground with gale force winds that flattened the surrounding grass, and imploded the earth slightly.

Without seemingly any explanation the entire demeanor changed again. With a creepy grin over his face the boxers man apologized for the outburst. The pale youth raised an eyebrow feeling like he had recognized something. There wasn’t enough of a lull to think about it too much though. A huge jet of flames tore across the grassland setting it ablaze. Thick smoke pillowed off the oily shrubbery leaves that wilted under the heat, only to break apart and float away as flakey ash.

Osiris didn’t move as the flames washed over him without much intent on actually defending himself. He could feel the ki fueling the attacks wasn’t all that great. His flesh singed just ever so slightly, like mildly irritating sunburn. When he reopened his eyes after the attack had subsided though, the youth was not pleased. What had once been a sticky goo, was now a caked on crust. It was such a shame to see nice armor so miss-kept.

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“Who are you, and how did I get here?” he hissed viciously.


Dark eyebrows furrowed together in slight confusion, though not because of the new direction the voice was coming from. This stranger seemed perfectly content on being in this place before. There wasn’t any sign of misunderstanding, until now. What had changed?

So, you don’t know where you are at, or how you got here? Why then do you attack me? That seems incredibly rude. No matter, this is the Astral Realm . . . or one of them at least. Many people use it for sparing. Death holds no sway here, luckily for you.

A pale hand reached out to the side with its palm pointed in the general direction of his opponent. Strands of electrified ki snapped and leapt between the wide spread fingers. The clawed digets slowly curled into a fist closing around the very fabric of reality with a godlike grip. Exhaling sharply Osiris clenched his hand and then pulled it down viciously. In that split second the universe shifted as a portion of its unseen boundaries collapsed in on itself. The air thickened and howled as it slammed into itself while collecting at a central point, the ground quaked and splintered under its suddenly magnified weight, and the islands floating so innocently before were transformed into hulking missiles honed in on the nameless fighter.

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“So, you don’t know where you are at, or how you got here? Why then do you attack me?”

‘Asroth’ smiled.

“That seems incredibly rude.” Shaking it off, though, he continued, “No matter, this is the Astral Realm… or one of them at least. Many people use it for sparing. Death holds no sway here, luckily for you.”

“Is that so?”

Without bothering to reply, the opponent raised his arm towards him, fingers crackling with electricity. “What are you doi—Ack!”

The figure had closed his fist, and the universe warped. Everything seemed to crush down on Asroth. It felt like bones were breaking, and he was shrinking, down, down, down… the pain was unbearable; finally, the demon was forced to relinquish control and slither back, leaving Asroth solely in charge of himself.

“WAIT!” The pain was excruciating, and he had no idea how to alter it, or even if it was coming from his opponent, but Asroth had to hope that it was somehow some attack that the demon had forced his opponent to use.

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Osiris relaxed his fist and the gravity well returned to normal as the he looked at his opponent quizzically. This man spoke with two very different demeanors. Almost like . . . the youth threw the thought from his mind. It was not his concern to pry into the inner life of a complete stranger.

Wait? What exactly would I be waiting for?

Keen violet eyes glanced around only to see a flotilla of islands blotting out the light cascading from the sky, but no particular point. A slight smirk flared the corner of Osiris’ mouth as he reconsidered his attack, and how close one of the earthen chunks was to him. He could have knocked himself into his own attack. His attention turned to his own hand inspecting it as though it didn’t exactly belong to him.

Rookie mistake, I am getting rusty . . .

How are you at hand to hand combat? Better than energy based attacks I hope.

Bending his knees the half demon widened his stance and leaned his posture forward ever so slightly. One hand raised to defend his face as a black tipped claw while the other swept back to guard his flank as a hammer readied to strike.

Make your move, if you still can. Don’t waste my time speaking, unless your fists are flying.


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A metallic taste filled the insides of Asroth’s mouth, making him want to spit. Preferably, the spit would land right in the smug face of this… whoever it was he was fighting. Asroth had known already that whoever it was he fought in this realm, they appeared to outclass him, but how could he know that beings in this universe could bend matter and gravity just on a whim? The implications were staggering. He was fighting gods! How could he ever attain their level of strength?

“Wait? What exactly would I be waiting for?”

Asroth shrugged, not wanting to get into it. Clearly, this man would do whatever he pleased, and Asroth’s unasked question had been answered, anyway. Rolling his shoulders, the Avalanian, got to his feet, now much more gracious of the fact this wasn’t reality. Hah. And Asroth had thought he was doing well working in thirty times normal gravity.

“How are you at hand to hand combat? Better than energy based attacks I hope.”

Finally, a window. A chance, if nothing else. Asroth still had the distinct feeling nothing had changed, but at least he’d be able to see how he was being crushed. The man nodded firmly. “I am.”

“…Don’t waste my time speaking, unless your fists are flying.”

Ah. Alright, then.

Bunching his fists, Asroth began to walk towards the deity before him, arms at his sides, to show a façade of nonchalance. Once he was about 5 feet from his opponent, the Avalanian leapt into the air, curling his legs up behind him to allow for less air resistance. Once he got above where he expected the god’s head to be, Asroth straightened his body, trying to kick out to the back of his head and topple his foe. He gracefully touched the ground and spun, throwing two quick jabs at his opponent’s center, but was too busy trying to outmaneuver him to notice if he was punching at the back of chest.

Hopefully the back.

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