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| Quon Vs Kularian; Ref: Aya | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 4 2013, 01:56 PM (741 Views) | |
| Shaoran | Feb 4 2013, 01:56 PM Post #1 |
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(Continued from here) "A fight?" The alien repeated before he looked away a moment before he smirked and replied, "Sure, though I can't be sure I'll be able to hold everything back, though." His transformation had faded a few moments earlier, but he still needed to reach his maximum out side of battle. Dark blue tendrils of ki flowed around him before his black overcoat was thrown around behind him as his aura flared to life as Quon stood up, the boulder behind him destroyed by his power. Weight fell into the room, though he had no doubt that Kularian could withstand the pressure. Kotarou jumped back and went to the alter where Venus had first appeared and sat on the thrown that she had occupied and he leaned back and leaned his head to his left hand, which he propped up on a stone arm rest. A small smile flowed onto his face as he muttered, "They both might regret this. Should Ag'nul Zon take over Quon's body at this stage..." Whatever damage the two had suffered from Venus was also healed within that heated cage, though it might not seem it. He wanted to fight as well, but now was not the time. Quon didn't even notice his brother move as he pulled out a syringe from his jacket and stuck it into the oposite arm's vein as he injected himself with the blue liquid. Extra energy flowed through his body as he grunted in slight discomfort before he leaned down and asked, "Ready, then, Kularian?" His body became a blur as he charged towards Kularian, on the wolf warrior's left side. He then stopped his forward motion as he spun and jumped into the air. His right leg came down, his heel aimed at Kularian's head with enough force to level boulders easily before he used whatever means needed to physically push himself into the air once more and spun once in the air as he sent his elbow at the crown of Kularians head to disorient the warrior, followed up, once he landed, with a rib cracking punch aimed at Kularian's right side and then followed this up as he threw his left arm palm at Kularian's face to cause further pain and confusion. His battle style was likely strange to Kularian, seeing a how he'd relied on weapons more than his fists earlier. The temple groaned with the two high powers within. Worshipors likely never thought warriors of this caliber would fight here, yet it still proved silent. The gray walls had only small impact curators from the fight with Venus. The floor had some bounders made from the ceiling, yet the place still seemed stable enough. Wooden benches had rotted away into small pieces scattered about. The lighting was minimal, but Quon could see well in the dark anyway. His eye reflected in the darkness, between black and a silver sheen.
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| Kularian | Feb 5 2013, 04:34 AM Post #2 |
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Kularian grinned as Quon accepted his challenge, a feral light gleaning in his eyes, as he watched the other begin to prepare himself. The warrior himself had no such guesses that this fight would be one that he would have to try his best at. Quon was no slouch, when it came to combat; he'd seen that when the other had taken on the one known as Venus. Everything that Kularian held dear, now, would be brought to a level where he had nothing more to rely on than his own mind and body. He looked forward to the battle, wishing that he had the chance to save this moment of time in his own personal history, for him to browse and look at at any time. He knew that he was going to enjoy this... probably more than he should have. His grin widened to an almost ridiculous level then, as his foe, his prey, announced that he might not be able to hold back. "Good!" he called out, feeling the old familiar flame of battle beginning to whip up inside of him. "I wouldn't have it any other way!" he continued, his eyes flashing a shade of yellow as he watched the other start to gather his energy. Kularian, having no use for ki or anything of the sort, had little need to do such things on his own. He didn't know what he was planning to do, but he felt that he couldn't do much more than be ready for the fighter to attack him. Quon was quicker on his feet; he'd seen that. He knew that speed was something that his body was somewhat lacking... but he hoped he had a chance to make that up as the fight went on. And then Quon moved, his body moving almost too fast for Kularian to track. There was something there, a little flutter of movement towards his left, and the warrior turned, pivoting as he brought up both arms, crossing them over his head as the attack slammed down on him, the force of the blow something that Kularian found impressive as his own body's strength pressed against it. And then, as soon as the kick was there, it was gone again, as the warrior had pushed off of his own block before continuing his assault. The warrior hissed as the strike caught him on his skull, thankfully the helmet was enough to shrug off some of the damage there before Quon landed, a strike aimed at his chest before another caught him in the face, causing him to stumble backwards a step. The warrior gave a grin then, feeling the sharp pain echo through his nerves. "Good..." he growled, his body shivering slightly from the prospect of the current battle that was happening right now. He didn't think that he'd had a chance to, one on one, fight someone of Quon's caliber. He was certainly above what the warrior normally faced, and that was giving him an adrenaline rush right now like he couldn't believe. "And now it's my turn!" he roared out as his dark blue aura started to flare up around him, matching Quon's own ki for a moment as it almost seemed to solidify for a second. And then the midnight blue energy, surrounding him almost like an icicle prison, began to twist, writhe and change as the tell tale technique of Kularian's started to make itself known. "KAIO KEN TIMES FIVE!" he roared out, and in that moment, the ground beneath the warrior shattered to pieces under the weight of his strength as he launched himself forward at his friendly rival. The warrior's mastery of the physical art of combat would be put to the test, here, as he let his arms loosen in their sockets, before he began to fire attacks at Quon with incredible speed, the number of attacks coming in a single span of time almost innumerable. Kularian, ever the predator, aimed a fair number of the attacks at Quon's face, aiming to render at least some of the senses impaired, as was his time-tested strategy, before he aimed at the joints as well, each attack meant solely to make the rest of the fight easier on himself. With all the lightweight attacks flying about, Kularian made an attempt at a single, vicious strike, aimed at Quon's chest... and then came the second barrage, and Kularian did his best to change it up as there was virtually no span of time between the attacks starting and ending as he threw an array of vicious attacks at the man's body, before throwing one vicious hook aimed at the side of the man's head. And then Kularian's body switched stances entirely as a single, quick jab fired out before he began to unleash an array of powerful strikes, all aimed directly at Quon's body, the power behind the fists enough to, as far as Rem and Sai had told him, shatter planets in their entirety. He didn't know if this would be the case, at all, but surely the blows themselves were stronger than any other foe's he'd met, with the possible exception of Venus. And of course, Tapion. As the last blow was fired, Kularian gave a wild grin, his hair tossed around his face now, as a feral look lay in his eyes. To the outside viewer, the warrior had simply unleashed a storm of thirty attacks in the time it took most mortals to blink. "Let's go!" he howled, in excitement.
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| Shaoran | Feb 5 2013, 08:55 PM Post #3 |
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The tell-tale signs of the Kaio Ken mixed into Kularian's form; Unquis was no stranger to the technique, as it had been used against him many times. And, Kular had already shown the use of the technique earlier. The first set of blows were dodged around expertly by the Paladin; he had not lived a century to fall against a simple technique like this one. He didn't chuckle, didn't take this as a laughing matter. The second set caught him off-guard, as he had not expected the speed of his opponent to reach the heights that they had. The swift blows landed as he stumbled back a step before he snarled and suddenly pushed back in anger, his own fists punched faster, with less power, but he used Kularian's new speed and thoughts of battle against him, as he threw two swift punches at Kularian's face with the force to break stone and steel walls and then threw one more to his stomach with enough force to double over someone of his own power as a counter to the wolf warrior's assault- even with the pain and irritation, he was a seasoned warrior able to push past pain for a short amount of time. "So, that is around your maximum power in base form?" The question was followed by Unquis's hand at his mouth that wiped away the blood. "I like it, but lets kick this up a notch." Unquis had held back a bit with the opener strike. He would hold back a little more. His speed and his ability to lay low in his power had not always been his greatest asset in battle, but he would fight hard. This time, he had a worthy opponent at his level. He would relish and fight this opponent until one of them passed out. The Paladin did a simple thing: he drew the second blade from his back. The sword was black, while his Paladin Long Sword was more of a crystal color. "Now, the real fun begins." The Paladin drew both blades back and rushed at Kularian swiftly, his legs carried a dust trale. His short sprint brought him in front of his adversary as he moved his arms quickly: in fact, much more so. His slashes were quicker than most swordsman could manage as he seemed to slash four times in the blink of an eye! His blades slashed at Kularian's chest, the biggest target on the man, as Unquis sought to disable his opponent's attack capability by crippling his ability to breath easily; the ribs were his main target. Each blade whistled through the air with an attempted to slice, but not to sever; he didn't want to destroy his adversary, but beat him in his own way. Unquis ended his barrage with a different attack than a slash. The blades continued from their assault on Kularian's chest to strike at Kularian's legs as he slashed once at each leg and then finished that attack with a sweep kick to plant Kularian on his ass. If this one could not fly, then Unquis could easily use his ability of flight to an advantage. However, he found one thing strange as he stayed in with the wolf. He'd yet to use a ki blast, when it might have been most opportunistic to do so.
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| Kularian | Feb 6 2013, 02:54 PM Post #4 |
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The ferocious assault by the warrior had not been as swift and dangerous as he'd hoped, but that wasn't something that he could blame on his foe. No, his attacks had been too predictable, something that had been expected, which had led to his own ruin. The warrior grunted, irritated a bit that his own assault had gone awry, but he was not about to let that go to waste. He readied himself for another assault, when Quon's own fists broke through his area of reach, the fists flying quickly through his guard, catching him across the face and another landing in his stomach. The warrior grunted, and once again, he wondered if he should start wearing some form of protective gear before the pain made him grin a little, coming back up to his full height. "Yes!" he roared out, eyes flashing for a moment as the pain ran over him, "A worthy opponent!" he called out, excited. Then his opponent did something that Kularian found a little bit under handed, but that was only because he refused to use weapons. And that was to draw not one, but two of them, holding them in perfect harmony, which Kularian knew meant that he was skilled at dual wielding. The warrior couldn't help but to grin as he saw it, however, his eyes flashing once more. That just upped the ante, that was all. "All right then..." he spoke, as he watched the fellow, his hands clenching into fists before releasing, and then repeating the gesture, waiting for his opponent to move. And then as soon as the warrior did, Kularian let his Kaio Ken aura explode outwards, becoming a full on blaze of red power flowing around him as Quon moved into attack. And then Kularian did something that was completely unlike how he normally fought. He knew that his previous assault had failed from being predictable, and that meant that he had to do things that weren't exactly his norm, if he wanted to have a good shot at winning, here. Ki gathered around his palms as the other warrior, the paladin, approached, and then when he was about to swing, Kularian thrust his palms forward, and unleashed a wave of thick frost from his hands, causing the Paladin's wrists to freeze up, bringing his whole assault to a sudden, frosty end. "Weapons are such cheap tools!" he roared out, a battle lust over his mind, as it had been since this whole thing started. He gave a roar as his body shifted into the stance of the Wolf Fang Fist, and he lashed out with two attacks, his fists augmented by the power there. But these attacks were aimed at Quon's blades, not the warrior himself. Kularian knew that since Rem had become a swordsman, he'd relied heavily upon his blade. Whenever he had a chance to disarm him, the fight (usually) went in his favor, which was something that he was hoping to happen here. Quon seemed to be a swordsman, and in that, shattering the blades, or at least cracking them to the point of being unusable until repaired, was his entire goal, here. The recent frost that covered them, coupled with the burning heat that was constantly released from his gloves, giving an abrupt, dangerous heat change, would hopefully help his cause. "Men should rely on the strength of their own fists!" he continued, before he turned his stance and attention to the paladin before him. "Like THIS!" he roared out, and shot forward, closing the space of inches that lay betwixt the two. His first attack was starting off his combination as he threw a series of quick right jabs, the attacks coming from as a wolf itself in an almost clawing motion before he thrust his left forward, aimed right at the bridge of Quon's nose. His Kaio-Ken was dwindling now, and he made the effort to push himself past any limits that he might have as he gave a roar, the flame-like aura appearing once more as he continued his assault, one more jab from his right before his left came around in a vicious hook, and his right crossed over it, in a combination attack that he had learned from mroe than a few different teachers, but Roshi in particular, the fellow being an expert in how the Wolf Fang Fist was used. Kularian being a lycanthrope didn't hurt matters, either. And then, he let the aura around him explode as he used it as an almost propulsive force, shooting him forwards as he let out a roar, the swirling red energy surrounding his fist seeming to harden for a moment before Kularian let the fist fly, the final step in his Wolf Fang Fist technique. He had seen this attack shatter any number of objects before, with the monstrous force behind it, and he wasn't about to waste it, now, as he aimed the attack directly for the paladin. "Show me what you can do!" the fellow roared out, grinning widely as his battle lust continued to overtake him. "Let me see that power of yours!" Kularian, while lost in the battle, was pretty much clueless to things outside this particular fight. But even though his mind was taking a back seat, his instincts took a step forward, making him very dangerous.
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| Shaoran | Feb 6 2013, 04:04 PM Post #5 |
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It seemed that Kularian did not understand the Paladins at all. Or at least, the one that they worshiped, Gnar. He was a god that demanded excellence in sword play; nothing short of that would suffice. And that was something that Quon had practiced and mastered over the years. Frozen wrists? That might stop his attack slightly, but there was no way that he would allow his blades to be struck at the point where they might break. The Paladin blade its self was super heated, but his oldest sword was not. He used his heated blade to thaw out the other as he seemed to try and twist out of the way as the twin blades seemed to be struck- but the image seemed more blue before it shattered and Quon appeared a few feet away. He had avoided Kularian's attacks against them as he placed them back into their sheaths as his breath labored out for a moment. So, he was used to countering weapons, was he? Quon was not only a master of the sword, however. He first had to master his body, as the blade was nothing more than an extension of the arms that wielded them. A low breath was released from him as Kularian charged in once more. Quon's focus on speed once more flowed into his body as he moved as water, with ebb and flow. Kularian's swings met nothing as Quon recognized it as an earth fighting style, one of those boxing moves, or perhaps Muten Roshi? He had been with many masters, so he could not be sure who he had seen it from, or where. It seemed to Quon, however, that he had started to get a hang on just what Kularian had going for him: up close and personal combat. He combined that with his Kaio Ken to deal more damage and speed himself up. As well, the Kaio Ken seemed to not drain him as much as it should. Having used such high amounts of the technique, his body should have started to break down, and he should have started to convulse in pain. Quon thought on this while he was struck, before he grunted and stuck his foot in the ground back launched himself away from Kularian after the assault seemed to pause. Unquis now understood that his fellow warrior's entire style was based around the ability to counter what he could not use or refused to use. Power flowed around his being before it flared and the stone under his feet shattered as Quon's hair grew out and became spiked, and his ears elongated. He seemed to lose a few years, the strain slightly lifted as he breathed out. "You think I use blades for an unfair advantage? Pitiful, Kularian. I'm not less of a man for using swords than your inability to battle without your constant use of the Kaio Ken." In other words, Quon's swords were just an augment; like this one's use of the power up Kaio Ken. Quon's body glowed with power he suddenly flew forward, it seemed, as he unleashed one of his own attacks. He seemed to go in for a punched, while his other arm was held back. The punch attempt was real, as he swung his arm from an upper to lower arc that was meant to draw Kularian's attention before he snapped with his other hand. Invisable ki flared from that snap, ignited by the air, and was point blank to Kularian's chest. Quon jumped back as he narrowed his eyes at the other warrior, "You have a very narrow mind in the face of battle, Kularian. That can help you, or be your downfall. Lets see which with this battle."
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| Kularian | Feb 7 2013, 03:28 PM Post #6 |
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Even though his final strikes, the ones meant to shatter the weapons had been taken from him by the other one's speed...the warrior still grinned as most of his assault came through that time. He needed to change things up, to make it even more difficult to avoid the strikes. He could tell now that the blows from his attacks were starting to show through, and even though Quon wore that armor of his, he could feel the might behind the warrior's blows as if it was striking his own flesh. THe man couldn't help but to feel elated, in the height of this battle. Every single thing that he had ever done was prepare himself for a fight, and this was one of the few times tha the actually got to go all out. Against Rem, or Sai, or Gohan, or hell, even that Rubic robot that he fought on occasion, he had to limit himself. He couldn't simply just go all out and swing as hard as he wanted. He was afraid of harming his friends. Quon was still an ally to him, and the two hadn't spent enough time together yet to quantify or qualify friendship. He supposed that, given enough time, it was very likely that they would become as such. They were similar in a lot of the ways that Kularian had seen so far. However, being that the warrior was a swordsman and Kularian was not, that didn't mean to be anything terribly bad. Rem, and hell, even Sai were both weapon users, and so that was something that, while Kularian himself didn't agree with it, that didn't stop them from being friends at all. The one known as Quon had been one to be called the Wolf Paladin, which, given that Kularian was on the other end of the spectrum, being a lycanthrope who was allied with the Shadow Guard of Damaskia... it was amusing in that theyw ere almost two sides of the same coin. The warrior then grinned as Quon began to power up, his form shimmering and changing as he ascended. But he did not go to the wolf like form that Kularian had seen prior. No, he'd moved completely over that step, gone to a place that was beyond that, and into the form that Kularian had witnessed him become after Kotarou had chased away the Venus woman. Even from where he stood, Kularian could feel the power radiating off of the fellow, and waited, his eyes flickering this way and that as he prepared himself for whatever Quon was about to do. The other warrior then flickered forward, and Kularian could barely even track the movements as Quon closed the distance in an instant. The fist came down, and Kularian, unafraid (though it was likely that he should be,) began a punch of his own. Quon's, obviously, connected before then, sending his head snapping to the side as his fist continued. And then it met with...something, and an eruption of flame shot up from his fist, and he hissed, drawing back his hand quickly. "Even though I can't really use it, I can't fault you for using ki... at least that's something that your body has made on its own. But that armor, those weapons..." he grunted, despite the fact that relied on a scouter for sensing people (hypocrisy was not something Kular was good at,). "But if you want to unleash everything that you've got hidden away...WHY SHOULD I DENY YOU THAT!?" KUlarian roared out as his form changed to the blue-furred wolf. And then the red aura began to swirl beneath him. "KAIO KEN! TIMES TWEEENTYYY!" his voice howled, and the red aura exploded around him in a wildfire as he felt the full power of his true form flaring inside of him. His right hand had healed somewhat with the transformation, but the flames had still done a small number on his fist. The warrior came to stand after a moment, and then looked at the man across from him. "Let's see what this fight is like at THIS LEVEL!" he roared out, his voice howling with excitement of the battle as he shot forward, his aura concentrating around his fist for a moment as he opened with a vicious punch, enhanced with his own ki. And then as soon as the punch was thrown, the now-wolven fighter unleashed his true torrent of ability as he began to unleash a storm of strikes. He slashed with his claws as Quon's legs first, one on each before his right claw came upwards, across his chest diagonally, and then his left arm slashed across back again before Kular's claws moved to the man's face with a single slash, and then his left fist came forward in punch to the sternum, then his right drove towards his stomach, and then his left slashed back across his face, and his right came back in, driving towards his chest before the left snapped back around in a vicious hook. And then his next torrent of attacks came in, and even as the hook was finishing, KUlar's right palm went up towards Quon's jaw, while his left, recovering from the hook, moved back into a back fist, and Kular took another swing at his jaw. Then his left went to the man's stomach, slamming into it while his right followed, and then from there, both sets of claws raked downward across his legs. Kularian was looking to disassemble the armor one step at a time, it seemed, with those claws of his. He slashed twice more at that armor before throwing a fist into the man's stomach, with all the force he could muster. THe more he could dent and bang up that armor, the harder it was going to be for Quon to move. That was one reason that Kular himself never wore any; it was difficult to maneuver in once it got beaten up some. He launched himself forward into his final flurry then, fists now aiming to dent and damage the armor as much as he could, a hailstorm of fists before he let everything out in one final hurrah as his fist shot upwards, aimed in a dangerous uppercut, trying to rattle Quon's brain somewhat, and make him that much more susceptible to everything else in his repertoire. Hand to hand was not something that Kularian shirked at, and even if Quon felt that he could balance swordsmanship and melee... Kularian's raw intuition on how to fight with his fists alone was soemthing that was beyond normal comprehension. It also didn't hurt that Kular had fought this way for many years... two thousand years from now. But that was another story, for another time.
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| Aya | Feb 7 2013, 05:12 PM Post #7 |
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Using my datalogical datafier I will now determine who wins the RP Award. Beep boop beep. Boop. Beep boop. . . . Beep. Kularian. But it's extremely close. Keep it up, don't quit now! |
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| Shaoran | Feb 8 2013, 01:33 AM Post #8 |
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Kaio what? Quon growled as he took his own stance to be ready to defend as he underestimated the speed his opponent had gained. He was only aware that the Kaio Ken could be used at times ten. Kularian's speed and ferocity had increased as the battle raged ever onward. They had already started to tear the temple apart when they had started to fight with Venus. Now they tore it apart more with their fight. He had to end this quick- His head and body felt like they were smacked by a truck. A truck with the force of three eight-wheelers behind it. Speeding. The blows rained down with renewed strength and speed; Kularian tried to fault his armor, but it did its job. It was not something that was made for every Paladin. Quon's armor was created to be of a special type that allowed easy movement and concealed the fact that it was armor. It just looked like a black overcoat, sometimes he wore a white one. But all he knew was the pain that laced through him with each end blow. The quicker attacks were more like stings. The Paladin grunted as the attacks ended for a moment- the only moment he needed as he roared out, "You want my best? Here's a taste!" His body flickered from view for a split second before a blue after image appeared ready to fight hand-to-hand. That was not the case, however, as Quon appeared at Kularian's back as he drew the blades from their sheaths and slashed in an X. His body left behind another after image as the Zanzoken once again showed its power of after-images. He appeared at Kularioan's front another split second later, the swords slashed from the sheath again- he had perfected a shoulder-styled Battoujutsu that only he knew, and he used the extra force of the draw to its full advantage. The final strike was another split second after the first two blows as another after image as left in place of the second strike. It was a final thrust in a non-leather area on Kularian's chest, the after-image behind Kularian before Quon jumped away. "Not yet!" The Paladin roared this out as energy pulsed from his arm before it roared the like as hails of dark arrows. The pool around his hand spewed hundreds, into the thousands of the ebony arrows at Kularian, all aimed at non-leathal areas of his body, but powerful all the same. The 'Charged Negative Arrows' had been part of the attack that had slaughtered Halcyon for him, and the companions that he had join. Ironically enough, it was here on Kelioux, about three miles away from this spot. Even after the effect of the ki arrows, Quon's teeth ground as he snapped, "The final blow!" And then he vanished, only to appear behind Kularian as his fingers jabbed and jabbed, two from each hand. The sword had main areas to strike to inflict a 'one hit, one kill' zone all around the body: heart, head, lungs, arms, legs, crotch, and stomach to name a few. However, this flurried attack had Quon's movements all around Kularian at high speeds as his hands worked to attack the points that some would say were a martial artist's deadliest: the pressure points. He struck just enough that he would not kill Kularian, but severally cripple him for a few days at maximum, or make him bed-ridden in the least. Quon then forced himself to jump back, his body slightly spent. Between Kularian's attacks and his own limits pushed, but he could not go further. He already heard the sound that he dreaded. Chains; hundreds that dangled and clanged together. Bloody chains that enjoyed the company of those that would be tortured and hung among them. Ag'nul Zon was overjoyed at this battle between the two titanic powers. As Quon panted hard to view his handy work with the attacks, he prayed that Ag'nul Zon would not take his body. Even Kotarou felt the power of Ag'nul Zon. Yet, he had no desire to stop the fight should the deity be revived. He placed a hand against his cheek and narrowed his eyes between the two of them before he finally settled on Kularian. He was a good fighter, there was no doubt. He pressed the attack and never gave into the pressures of the fight. But against someone like Quon, who should have known better than to accept this challenge...the Averruncus of Flames wondered if it was a mistake to let them fight. He even considered calling his brother, the Averruncus of Earth to help stop the two, should it come to that.
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| Kularian | Feb 8 2013, 10:21 PM Post #9 |
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Kularian let out a howl as his body, enhanced by the ki that he had rushing through his body, unleashed blow upon blow on the warrior. Every attack that he threw out had more and more force behind it that he couldn't help but to want, and yet, as he unleashed the blows, he felt that the attacks seemed to be leading towards something...more. But just as Kularian's momentum had built up, the other warrior made his move, then. And as Kularian readied himself for another assault, the image before him seemed to flicker a moment, which meant that he was using that damned technique again. However, before the warrior had a chance to react, the blades hit him from behind, causing him to roar in pain, the cloak he wore not providing any real protection at all against the assault. The warrior didn't even hesitate though, as he crushed the capsule in his left glove, letting a physical repulsion shield form around him for a brief moment, and as Quon's next attack hit, the shield ate the effect as if it were just a feather. However, it still was not as effective as the full technique, and as the third portion of the attack came through, the blades shattered through the shield, though their effectiveness was reduced by quite a bit as the attack slammed into the warrior's body. "That's it!" he roared out, feeling the pain on his back and chest now, ignoring the searing pain caused by the metal weapons. "Now you're REALLY FIGHTING!" he roared, sensing the other as he felt the gathering of ki beginning to happen. "Hah! Not on my watch!" he roared, as a barrier of ki shot up around him and he let the full speed fill him as he dashed to the side, avoiding nearly all of the arrows with his enhanced speed, those few that remained or got lucky mostly nullified by the barrier that surrounded him, preventing them from piercing his flesh. He skidded to a stop, the warrior unable to keep from grinning widely, his own body ready and waiting for whatever came next and the warrior vanished, his eyes following at least the foot steps as he felt the sudden presence behind him. But Kularian was too hyped up on adrenaline now to even think about taking the attacks. He was the predator, and Quon was his prey as his entire body flickered, appearing now behind this warrior. "HRRARAAHHHH!" Kularian roared out, ki surrounding his right hand as ki claws began to form there and he thrust the claw forward, aimed directly at the other's back. The warrior had lost all real sense of himself, as what usually happened when he lost himself in a blood rage. There was little that kept him in check when he got like this. Inwardly, in his own subconscious, due to the battle they were having, Kularian wondered why it seemed to be so much worse, this time. Normally, when he was one to go all out like this, it would be something that wouldn't have begun yet. But this... this was something that was way far and beyond what he was trying to accomplish. It felt like there was something resonating from Quon that was affecting him, if he could describe it that way. It was difficult to describe, and in fact, Kularian wasn't even really sure that this was correct, but... it was very possible that it was. Quon had mentioned there being something 'inside' of him... But then that was gone, that gentle moment of serenity erased as Kularian finally unleashed his power from within himself. He let loose a howl as the aura flared up around him, dancing up and exploded outward. He was ready for combat now, ready and waiting to deal more pain, to feel more pain. He was excited, his eyes flashed, his maw twisted in a wolfish grin. "COME ON, QUON!" he roared outwards, excited and ready for more. "LET'S KEEP FIGHTING! FOREVER!" he roared, saliva dripping from his maw as he withdrew his hand, ready for the next round.
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| Shaoran | Feb 13 2013, 03:30 AM Post #10 |
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The wolf was better than he had given him credit for. He should have suspected that Kularian had the ability to use Instant Transmission, but that only opened a whole new window of opportunities. Quon smiled lightly as he felt Kularian's energy move to behind him. Even as he went for the second strike, his body seemed to flicker from it's spot as he tapped Kular on the shoulder as his body flipped over Kularian's claws. His body landed heavily as he swiftly turned around, his eyes glazed over a bit. The Paladin then jumped back a little further and showed Kular a crazed smirk. It was not the same calculated smile that he had used before. It was slightly...off. As madness seemed to leak from a crack in his defenses built over eighty years, Quon understood that he had built it hastily. Part of it was for his own protection, and yet...the Paladin inside him seemed to roar out in anger against this possession. He shook his head as he finally felt in control again. He craned his head to look at the beast before him before he growled, "No." He could not let this battle just continue on. There was something about this place or this planet. He stood up as he drew his Paladin Longsword and seemed to slash himself as green ki trailed the wound, and then placed the blade back in its place. He then grabbed a potion from his pocket, bit the top off the beaker, and downed the potion in one gulp. It was time that he ended this game. Unquis's body blurred in and out of vision after he took a slight stance. Even if he had healed himself, it was not all the way enough. Even Kularian had to admit that he had taken damage that might cripple people of lesser powers. Quon's arms moved swiftly- after than when he had attacked with his swords. Punched flew at Kularian's body like thunder bolts, powerful and nearly impossible to guess where the next would land. He even threw in some flat palm attacks. The swordsman followed that up with another blurred movement to behind the wolf as he threw his shoulder at the wolf's back, attempted a grab, and then attempted to slam the body into the steel solid floor of the stone temple. He finished this with another grab attempted, as he then attempted to toss Kularian in the air, where he would jump up and then follow up with an attempted hammer blow to Kularian's gut to hammer him back into the ground. Quon then landed on the ground as he took to his stance of choice, the Crush Stance, as he panted. Kularian was an opponent that he had never thought he'd be forced to face, but this experince was better for him than anything. The only people that were here that he knew about were two gods, and one of those two was his brother.
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| Kularian | Feb 13 2013, 10:06 PM Post #11 |
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The attack missed. Kularian let out a veritable howl of frustration as his powered strike missed his target. That was his most powerful attack that he had, and that had missed him. He let out a low growl as it did so, and clenched his hand into a fist, his entire body filling with more anger and irritation that he'd had previously. The attack was supposed to draw blood, to see the beautiful scarlet drops fly through the air. But no; the warrior before him had been too quick on his feet, and had been able to avoid the attack. "Bastard..." Kular growled out, his voice deep and throaty now, lost in the anger that now consumed him. This happened to him, or rather, it used to... but something was different now, that was causing him to act more like he used to, rather than the state he was at, now. He whirled then, lashing out with a swipe as Unquis leapt away from him, a smile on the man's face. Not so much a smile as it was a crack in the armor that had kept Quon sane all these years. The warrior knew very little about Quon, other than the fact that they shared a similar heralding in their wolven heritage. But he did know that Quon had mentioned the thing that dwelt within him, which, given the fact that Quon seemed to be... not himself, and the fact that Kularian's own bloodlust rising within him. He had a moment of clarity, a single moment where he realized that things were going different frmo how he had expected them to, before everything started to go downhill again. The warrior's eyes widened and his nose flared as Quon denied him the right to keep fighting. "What..?" he asked, before a low growl emanated from his throat. "WHAT!?" he roared outwards, his hands clenching into fists as he took a single step forward towards the other. The single, refreshing wind of clarity was now gone, replaced by the flames of anger that suffused his being. "THERE IS NO STOPPING!" he roared out, his eyes flashing again as he roared outward. And then, he had given Quon the time the warrior needed to recover somewhat before launching himself forward at Kularian. The warrior had no time to react as the fists slammed into his body, the attacks stinging against his flesh as the wolf gave a low growl, the pain giving rise to another level of anger inside of his body. Then, the warrior vanished, and the wolf's eyes flickered behind himself, and realized that the warrior was going to attack him from behind. The wolf let out a growl before he turned, claws lightly scratching across the warrior's face before he clenched his left hand into a fist, his maw splitting in a vicious, dangerous grin. "NO CHANCE!" he roared out, stealing Rem's catch phrase for a moment before he drove that heavy-handed fist into the warrior's chest, aiming to send him flying backwards away from himself. "YOU'LL NEED TO DO BETTER THAN THAT! YOU CAN'T HURT ME WITH THOSE WEAK ATTACKS!" he roared out as his aura wrapped around himself and he shot forward after the retreating form. His fist began to coat with Ki as he approached, and the wolf let out a blood-thirsty howl as his fist slammed forward, aiming at rending the warrior into pieces, now. The anger and bloodlust thudded through his mind and body, and his flesh burned, as if his very will was on fire. It felt his veins were filled with gasoline, and the anger that rushed through him was the spark to set it alight, burning outward in the red aura that constantly surrounded him. But he knew that his body couldn't take too much more of this and, as his fist retracted, the wolf leapt backwards, appearing several feet away as he bit the top off the bottle of potion with ease, spitting out the jagged glass top as he downed the contents. As the liquid flooded through him, he felt a renewed sense of energy as he grinned. A predator's smile. His prey was a short distance from him now, and he let the power of the Kaio-Ken pool in his legs as he shot forward, seeming to vanish as he moved... and then he was before Quon. He let out a mighty roar as fury filled his fist, this time borrowing from Sai. The roar turned into a howl as he let his fist fly outwards, right towards Quon's face. Inwardly, admist the maelstrom of anger and chaos that filled his mind and body... he knew that Sai would approve of this attack, whether it worked or not.
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| Shaoran | Feb 17 2013, 03:02 PM Post #12 |
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"Fulfill your destiny, you stupid kid," the words rang through the mind of the alien as his body flowed into motion. His attacks had somewhat struck, yet Kularian still insisted on the fight. His body flowed like water as his strike was headed for by a counter attack. His arm flowed as the agile Paladin's wild grin turned to a throaty, insane laugh, one that mocked the wolf, as he propelled himself with all his might from the top of the fist and towards the air in an acrobatic front flip over Kularian- again. His body recovered quickly as the insanity seemed to flow within him changed his look slightly- his eyes now glowed purple, and his body acted like it was fresh to the world- fresh to life again. As Kularian moved in with an aura wrapped around his fist, the Paladin had himself prepared as well. Quon had acted weaker, at first- a rouse to trick Kularian. His body burst with speed as he used Kularian's own momentum against him as he ducked under the wolf fist and then came at Kularian's unprotected body with an answer to that attack: he used a full-powered upper-cut to the wolf's chin: it was a much easier target to strike than a humanoid's chin, the longer look was so much more covenant. But then the wolf backed off- the Paladin grunted as he jumped back as well and took the stance of water once more. It was a potion, like Quon had used, though Kularian bit into his bottle instead. With the potion, however, his opponent could continue with his attacks: well, at least he had a moment to analyze the wolf behavior, Quon seemed take a stance with his hands drawn back when Kularian rushed forwards and slammed a fist into his body and threw the Paladin back and to the ground, where he slid for a moment. Dust cleaned as he pushed himself up with a smirk as he laughed and spoke calmly, "Oh, so that was one of your special attacks. One that Quon's seen before, huh?" The body then resumed as his face grew serious, "I fell no pain. You attacked Quon's body, and I merely use it like a puppet. He'll feel the pain when he awakens: if you survive this, that might well clench your victory, insect!" The Paladin cupped his hands: a sudden, large spike in his power level roared through the hall as he appeared to flash through the hall with his own speed until he appeared to Kularian's left side, hopefully not too far away. Rainbow-colored energy flared from the powerful blast as Quon roared out his own fury as his hands were thrust forward, palms out- though it sounded more primordial, more savage. The blast could not be blocked by any simple means, but what would be determined by how Kularian decided he would handle this. This battle had went beyond a simply, friendly bout. Blood lust roared and crackled through the temple. But he wasn't done yet. Oh no, he had one more fun surprise for Kularian. The warrior jumped back, but even as he did so, energy was flung at Kularian: thousands of ki balls were fired, thrown, and tossed as they all went towards him, but only missed by a hair or went wide as he threw so many of the damned things. But he went further. As he landed, it was clear the he had an item in his left hand, a well that dripped dark blue waters onto his palm. More energy seemed to flow as he threw more and more. So much so that when he stopped, he couldn't move. One hand was to his forehead, the other stopped in the thrown position. The whole temple was filled with ki balls. "One move," snarled the Paladin, "And this place goes." His smirk flared before his body disappeared before he closed the fist that had thrown the final ki ball. The ki all flew towards Kularian at once: there was no chance that he had, virtually, of escape. Quon landed half a mile from the temple on his knees as he panted heavily at his work: he had allowed himself the chance to possibly kill Kularian, but he doubted that the warrior was dead.
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| Kularian | Feb 18 2013, 03:19 PM Post #13 |
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The flurry of attacks seemed to have been one to outdistance the other's ability to keep up. That or, as he felt his fist land satisfyingly against Quon's face, whatever was inside of him was causing him issues, and keeping him from responding properly. That was something that Kularian hadn't really considered yet, but he wasn't about to just sit and lose this battle just because the opponent had inward demons to deal with. The warrior had his own and though usually they were ones that he relied on to amplify his prowess in battle... that didn't mean that everyone was that had that. It was no excuse. Kularian himself was finding that he was getting more and more of the blood lust affecting him, now. He was having a more difficult time separating his thoughts of wanting to battle Quon, and wanting to watch his red blood flow freely from the wounds on his body. He was finding himself thinking about this other warrior as his prey, rather than his opponent. His next meal, rather than his foe for this particular battle. He couldn't help himself, and the thoughts continued to grow within him as he felt the bloodlust rising in him, like an urge to vomit, save for its ending, which was blissful ecstasy. And then Quon spoke... and the words did not belong to the warrior. The voice still belonged tot he man that he was fighting against, at least he thought so, but the actual words, the meaning, the style of speech... was entirely different. It was like that... thing, that whatever it was that Quon had mentioned brefore, that lay within his mind, dormant, had awakened. He grunted, not entirely sure what was going to happen here next as his own body felt a little winded from all the exertions, but he paid them no mind at all as he watched the other fighter. There was a change, now, in this atmosphere, where he realized that the friendly battle had been gone for awhile now; this was a fight for survival, not victory. The wolf watched as the other's ki began to spike, meaning that he was drawing in energy, and Kularian's scouter alerted him that, if he were to take this attack, it was probably going to kill him. And in that, he let ki fill his body, let it flow through him as he did something that he had not done the entire fight: he began to use bukujutsu. Kularian was not one, had never been one really, to enjoy flight, and even under most circumstances, he felt that if he were to lash out and attempt to strike this foe, the chances were that he was going to get melted by whatever attack the fighter was about to unleash upon the world. And given that the ki continued to climb, his fighter's intellect let him know that any amount of basic dodging was not going to get him anywhere. He had to go airborne. The wolf waited until the power stopped building, and a whirl of colors began to appear around Quon's hands, signalling the start of the attack, before he flew upwards, using all the muscle strength in his legs to send him upwards, out of range of the destructive beam as it seared across the temple, reducing what it touched to ashes, and continued far beyond the realm of his vision, and thought that it probably would extend out into space somewhere, as well. He soared back down then, as he planned to resume his melee with the other but... Quon was not done, or whatever was inside of him was not done, and the wolf realized that he was in a veritable minefield of ki orbs, right now. Kularian had one chance, and closed his eyes, feeling his body's internal ki beginning to shudder and move, roaring out around him. The Elders on Yardrat had been the ones to teach Kularian this technique, as his own body's ki was far too volatile to use on his own... but it had the property of being able to basically react with, defuse, and devour other ki attacks, given they weren't too powerful. That was something that had been a blessing, here. Even with so many of these, none of them, individually, were overly powerful, and as they descended, the wolf's ki devoured them, eating them like he would the mind and body of an opponent. He grinned then as he felt his power rise a bit, and then locked onto his foe, before he gave a growl "QUUOOOON!" he roared out, following after the warrior after his last attack had locked him into that temple. The ki that ignited through his body, that felt as if it were on fire, continued to grow and build, until the warrior's very claws lit seemingly aflame, with the Kaio Ken technique giving his own body's aura the appearance of fire. Ki, in its more raw and pure form, not molded to meet any sort of technique, dripped from his claws now as it seemed to be almost liquid in nature. It did not adhere to any shapes or forced formats, no... it had long been something that Kularian did not control, and it did as it saw fit, and in this moment, it was amplifying every attack he was about to do. The warrior howled as he drew close, the red aura flaring around him as he slashed outwards, the vicious speed from his own Kaio Ken amplifying not only the strength of the attacks, but the speed too, but several hundred times it felt like, and while Kularian was not certain, he felt that he could literally feel his fists breaking the barriers of light and sound as they hurtled downward, the wolf no longer possessing anything akin to reason as he let the bloodlust fill him. Every bit of his body wanted to see blood fly from the body of the man before him, every fibre of his being wanting to hunt and to eat. With a roar, his attacks started. They were as Kularian was now, as if mirroring their owner's ferocity. They were simple, they were brutal, and they sought blood. His first attack aimed for the left bicep, the brachial artery to be exact, his right arm lashing out, the claws themselves ready to rend the armor right from Quon's body as they attacked. The next attack was just as vicious as his left came around, and aimed for the fighter's abdomen. Kularian had a sudden euphoric vision of the warrior's entrails spilling from his body and felt his own hands wet with the blood... but now taken by the vision, he did not stop as the next attack aimed for the man's throat, every part of him wanting to feel the crimson life on his skin. The attacks lashed out, viciously, not caring what stood between him and the claws as they lashed outwards, seeking to rip the life right from the individual before him. "I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE!" he roared out, his eyes opening widely as his body shook from the amount of ki rippling through him at the moment. He cared not for what Quon, or whatever this bastard that was living inside of Quon's body stated, he was going to rip the man limb from limb, until the warrior that was Kularian's ally, remained. "MY BATTLE IS WITH QUON, NOT YOU! DON'T MAKE ME RIP YOUR SOUL RIGHT FROM YOUR BODY!" he howled, ready to continue.
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| Aya | Feb 19 2013, 05:17 PM Post #14 |
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RP Award goes to Kularian again. Beep boop beep. Go. |
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| Kularian | Feb 22 2013, 07:29 PM Post #15 |
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((Kinda need this battle to end, brah. I haven't seen ya on to contact, so this is my only recourse.)) The warrior let loose a bestial howl then, not even pausing to wait for an answer from the other one. The red aura that surrounded the wolven fighter expanded outward, swelling as it grew in size and power, the full extent of the madness and rage from being in this close proximity to the harbinger of the madness got finally getting to him. Kularian's eyes widened, his pupils contracting and dilating seemingly alternatively, then in different patterns. He growled low, not able to really follow through with any coherent thought as he felt his entire body shuddering now, with barely-contained bloodlust. "HRRAAHHHH!" He roared as his kaio ken level spiked again, and he reached forward to grab the other. "GET!" he roared out, the ground cracking beneath the weight of the attacks that he was unleashing on the other's body now. He didn't know what had brought on this sudden wave of ferocity, but he had no plans to call it off now. He felt every inch of his body practically glowing with excitement at the prospect of this fight. This beatdown. He wanted to cast aside Quon's body and fight that thing that lived within him. "OUT!" he roared as his fist slammed forward once more, aiming for the same place. No doubt, Quon's body was strong enough to survive this onslaught, brutal as it was, and he was hoping for that. Despite the fact that he seemed to have been completely consumed by that madness, he was ready to continue the fights, continue the bloodshed until only one of them was left standing but... he no longer had the visions of the other being mutilated. No. The rush of fighting something that was otherwordly, as Venus had been, was giving him its own, more powerful high. The fist came forward again, the ground once more shattering under the weight of the attacks but he didn't care at all, grinning widely. "OF!" he howled as he attacked, feeling every moment like he was getting closer to unleashing that thing that lay within Quon's body, that thing that he wanted to get out and fight. He wanted to rip it apart, to watch its lifeblood slowly drain from its body under Kularian's own assault, using the claws and fists that were available to him. The wide grin, the wolfish, half insane grin that covered Kularian's face was wider than ever now as he felt he was on the urge of a breakthrough. "MY!" he roared, his power exploding again, renewing itself as he continued the onslaught, sparing no expense as the earth buckled beneath his feet, under the onslaught that he was unleashing now. His eyes widened as he felt a renewed sense of viciousness come through him then, like a wave of force that washed over him as, if had managed to grip Quon in the first place, release him as the last fist echoed out, the last of five right hands that carried with them an incredible weight. "FRIEND!" he roared, his words rising to a howl as he spoke them, his own body shuddering slightly as he watched the other now, wondering what else there could be to do. He wanted to fight and keep on fighting. Forever.
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| Shaoran | Feb 23 2013, 08:57 PM Post #16 |
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The Madness just cackled even as he was pummeled by attack after attack. Blows that would have shattered a lesser man. But Quon's body was used to this punishment from the inside. The outer torment meant nothing to the mad deity. It reveled in the pain, in the utter felling. He had not felt anything quiet like it in a long time. It wasn't as interesting as a sword, of course, but the punches and blows did draw pain. Blood, however, only came from his mouth an that insane smile; teeth remained in tact as the bloodied smile as it spoke, "Oh, an acolyte...I've always wanted one as crazed as you. You've come to the right deity. You've forgotten your purpose and your duty. Yes, I've always wanted someone like you." The wolf's strikes were just as he wanted, rabid as a crazed wolf and the damage they inflicted against this body were more understated than the crazed deity wanted. He was able to move the moment the strike on his throat connected and sent him in a spiral away before he slammed to the ground, eyes narrowed. They body moved, now, more like it was on strings or being held up by something else than what could be seen. Then the wolf moved in to grab the Paladin, and the body jerked before it flew straight into the air and away from the straight-forward attempt at his body. He landed a few meters away as the wolf came to assault him once again. An aggressive warrior, to be sure. A smirk formed on the blood-stained lips of the Paladin as he pitched himself to the left side as his body took to the skies for a moment before he slammed back into the ground. The mere force that these actions caused did enough damage to the body as to the ground. The force was being used by a body that was not god-like as the deity's real body. The Paladin's body roared with the aura again before it slipped at high speed towards the wolf as the wolf came at him, though he was at an angel. Once Kularian came within one meter, the Paladin slammed his fist into the ground while his other hand gripped at something within the armored overcoat's pocket as he flipped over the attack that came at him as he strained the back flipped over Kularian as his body slammed heavily into the ground. All his momemtum, however, was halted. The wolf's Kaio Ken technique caught the Paladin off-guard as his body was slammed by blow after blow from the punches. The deity-possessed alien jumped back as he weakly kneeled on the ground as he tossed the item from his hand into his mouth and chewed and swallowed before he snarled, "Get out? You're not capable of such a feat. You don't possess the magic required to pull me out." The grin returned as he continued, "But for now, I give up. Quon took too much of a beating before I arrived for me to fight with you more." Actions: 1. Power Fly + Dodge A2 2. Power Fly + Dodge A3 3. Power Fly + Dodge A4 Free: Take A5 Free: Take AT 4. Pop Sensu Bean (Sos I dun dai *cereal face*) 5. Surrender T. Surrender |
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| Kularian | Feb 23 2013, 10:17 PM Post #17 |
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Kularian's eyes flared as the thing that sat within Quon referred to him as an Acolyte. An Acolyte of what? He didn't even really care as a low growl built up in his throat, a bit of froth leaking from his mouth, like a rabid beast. He didn't care what this man said, didn't care what he was talking about... he just wanted to tear this fellow limb from limb, and put him in the ground. He was something that wasn't Quon, and that pissed Kularian off beyond any and all measure. His hands clenched and unclenched with viciousness as he watched the other, listening to his words. Kularian was not an acolyte of anyone or anything besides his own fists. His body felt that everything that he wanted to do, everything that he needed to do was right here. It was right here, in the midst of everything that had been happening since this had began. He didn't even know why he was here, why he'd been brought to this planet, right now. he didn't want to do anything besides fight, now. He wanted to keep fighting for eternity and every thing within him had been seemingly pushing him for this moment. He wanted to continue waging war forever. There was no end to his lust for battle, now. "Not capable!?" he roared out as the other accused him on not having the power to rip the deity from Quon's mind and body. He had more than enough strength to shatter a planet with his fist (not that he'd ever tried to do that, but he was still pretty sure that he could.) How could he not have enought strength to do that? He growled low, about to continue his rampage, to reach down Quon's throat, grab this jackass who thought he was in control, and rip him straight from the man's body. At least, he was going to, until the creature had given up. "WHAT!?" Kularian roared, his body burning with rage as he seethed, staring at the warrior that kneeled before him. He didn't even know what to think at all, with this. How could he fight a warrior and feel equal to warrior who was one to surrender!? "YOU..." he growled out, the voice a growling tone, full of vicious anger. All the thoughts going through his mind were practically ripping his mind apart, and he took a few steps backwards and then unleasheda vicious howl from the bowels of his chest, not having anything more to do, to think on, then what was going on in his mind. He wanted to keep fighting, and there was no one here to fight! "GRAHAHHH!!" he roared out, his mind blanking out for several seconds before the sudden release of rage gave him a rare moment of clarity. Fighting Quon... and this thing that lived within him... it was doing something to him. Much like the injection of undeath had caused his body to become more feral in a chance to survive, this was... doing something similar. "Ghuh..." he muttered out, before fixing the thing with a glare. "Fine. Whatever. Whenever you come alive again, or you want to fight, you just let me know. I'll come and fight, any time," he growled, his body shaking as he managed to shift back to his humanoid form, which seemed to better contain the anger. Inwardly, his mind was in shambles as he tried to keep his mind focused on not killing the man before him. whatever that madness was... it was affecting him, and badly. He had to get away. And soon.
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