Ur'Alcyonis (W) vs Pagoma (L) (Ref: Vegeta)

From the start the changeling had managed to both annoy and impress the primeval, something which though strange at first, began to make sense as the battle continued. This Pagoma fellow was skilled, there was no doubt about that, but his demeanor and behavior, the way he seemed to carry himself was what seemed to tick off Ur'alcyonis. It was almost like facing a saiyan, more precisely an elite saiyan; the kind of people that thought just because they had gained some power, it entitled them to call themselves equal to the gods, which was quite the arrogant notion in the primeval's mind. After all, no matter how powerful they could be, mortals were still just that: mortals.

In a display of brilliant tactical maneuvering, the changeling had managed to counter the Primeval's palm strike by launching some sort of ice cold technique at the man. Seeing as he was already well under way to land the strike, the silver-haired man's best bet was to just spread his hand in order to try and ward off the incoming blast as best he could in his rather precarious situation. However, at first nothing seemed to happen and though his palm strike had been mitigated, he had managed to continue his assault on the changeling with seemingly no opposition...but Ur'Alcyonis was wrong, very wrong.

For as he took a moment to breathe after his onslaught, he could feel an icy cold crawl up his arm, the very arm which he had used to mitigate the ice blast was now frozen solid and but a blink of his eyes later, the primeval found himself stuck in a solid block of ice, preventing him from moving at all.

"Got to hand it to this guy, he's got an awful lot of tricks up his...sleeves..." Ur'alcyonis allowed the air to escape his lungs, tensing all his muscles to shatter the ice around him, yet when he found himself free to move and talk again, the primeval could feel the rising energy not too far from his position, realizing that while he had been preoccupied with the ice, his opponent was not going to waste any time waiting for him to thaw himself out. "Oh for the love of..."

As Pagoma's hand swiped through the air, Ur'alcyonis shifted his weight in a hurry, allowing his feet to turn him to his side, all the while leaning backwards. He could feel the energy of the daichiretsuhan technique narrowly missing his flesh, though it did yet again managed to slice through some of the fabric of his clothes, which made the primeval realize that he was going to have to buy a new coat after this all was done and he was going to be damned if he didn't make the changeling pay that bill as well.

In retaliation, the primeval seemed to raise his arm in the air, black energy already crackling around his outstretched index and middle finger, instantly firing a strong beam of black energy towards Pagoma's left shoulder, fully intending to make the changeling feel some pain for a change.

Alas, while he had hoped to try and deter the changeling from making any more bold moves, it looked like it was to no avail. Without warning, the primeval could once again see a burst of flames being blown into his direction and though he had wished to hold the shishio technique as a trump card and a way to deal with the more destructive techniques the changeling might've had in his arsenal, Ur'alcyonis just wasn't keen on burning, considering he still had a few rather fresh memories from his previous vessel nearly being burned alive like some ancient being barbecue...

"That's enough..." Snapping his fingers and utilizing his knowledge on the firebreath technique, he allowed his body to instinctively counter the technique's burning power, the flames not even feeling hot or searing anymore, just cozy like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day. "Hmm...well done, well done indeed. It is a bit chilly after all..."

With those words still fresh, the primeval rushed through the air till he was above the changeling, allowing the momentum of his sudden fall down to strengthen the impact of his foot being stretched out, aiming to land that very foot square upon Pagoma's big dome of a head.

"You wanted me to take you serious...so, just to humor you, I will comply...allow me to show you," Clenching his hands into fists, tensing all the muscles across his body, the Primeval suddenly made his energy soar to new echelons of power, removing all the restraints he had put upon himself to utilize the full power of the vessel he inhabited...or at least the full power without having to truly strain himself and from the looks of it, this alone should've been enough to at the very least stay a tiny bit ahead of his opponent in terms of raw power.

"Crap..." It was the only word that managed to be uttered by the Primeval when he could see what had happened to his beam of energy upon the moment he reached the changeling. He knew the technique of transmutation very well, cursing himself for not realizing it sooner. The moment his foot reached the now shielded Pagoma, the ancient being could feel the excrutiatingly burning sensation of hitting the flame shield spread through the back of his leg, forcing him to grit his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain.

Alas, as the old saying went: there was no rest for the wicked. In this case it had to be taken very literal, for Ur'Alcyonis wasn't given much time to recuperate or regain his bearings by this formidable enemy he was facing. He had just managed to get to his feet, only to realize that Pagoma had already been charging a massive technique, amassing quite the enormous amount of energy in the form of a ball the size of a meteor. This all wasn't going as smoothly and as easily as the Primeval had wished it would've gone. He wouldn't be able to swat aside something as gigantic as that technique, so practically all his defensive techniques were out of the question in this case.

With but a few moments to spare, the silver-haired man pushed his energy to its limits, flushing it through his muscles as he knew he had but one option: he had to run. With his physical form starting to shimmer, the Primeval suddenly started to run, nay leap through the streets and backalleys with insane speed and agility, leaving behind blue streaks of light as he tried to take the shortest possible route to safety and when at long last the changeling's massive orb of energy made contact with the buildings and the ground, exploding in a violent torrent of heat and air, the primeval found himself tossed into a building by the shockwave of displaced air.

As he opened his eyes, Ur'Alcyonis noticed that not just half of the building he had blown into was gone, but so was a major part of the neighbourhood he and the changeling had been battling in. Nothing but a crater, the wailing of people trying to find their loved ones and the sound of dust and rubble settling was left behind. The primeval had to admit that it had been quite a while since he had last seen such carnage and devastation. "I guess we don't have to worry about NOT drawing too much attention anymore."

Before he had very well risen back to his feet again, once more the Primeval could sense the energy of the changeling rising, yet with the dust and debris still lingering in the air along with the smoke, it was nearly impossible to pinpoint from where the attack would come. Luckily, as a sudden slicing projectile made contact with the ancient being, the energy was suddenly absorbed into a small gem the Primeval always carried upon his armor, rendering the technique harmless and thus saving Ur'alcyonis' skin.

Though he had managed to get out of this onslaught relatively unscathed, it was now very clear that the changeling was well beyond the point of reason. Since it now looked like the ancient being's life was actually and truly at stake, there was no point in continuing this fight without relying on the one thing he knew to be in his advantage: raw power.

Pushing his energy to its limit, breaking through almost all the restraints within his vessel, the Primeval's energy and power started to skyrocket. A massive pillar of black light barelled down from the sky upon his position and from within the black light, the massive figure of the demonic being now arose in all its glory and might, ready to show to Pagoma that he had really made just one mistake in this battle...he had removed any need for caution and any need for restraint. "Time for you to realize just what you are up against, you pathetic little insect."

Raising his arm into the air and drawing upon the energy stored within the gem attached to his armor, the monstrous being suddenly swiped his hand through the air, unleashing an invisible projectile of energy slicing through the air towards Pagoma, displaying that when it came to the daichiretsuhan technique, he was easily the changeling's equal. However, he was not done yet, not by a long shot.

With a loud grunt, the Primeval gathered his energy and raised an arm with his hand pointing at Pagoma, black energy crackling like static electricity around his fingers, when all of a sudden, the massive demonic form instantly vanished from his position only to reappear on the other side of the crater in order to create a bit of distance between himself and his target. "To use your words...die..."

A large blast of energy was launched towards the changeling, creating a path of destruction on its way towards its intended target, ready to explode in a devastating explosion and level anything which had not yet been leveled by Pagoma's own death ball from earlier.

Perhaps it was the power he exerted in this overwhelming demonic form or perhaps it was the destructive result of his ion blast technique from earlier, but whatever it was, Ur'Alcyonis' lipless maw filled with jagged and sharp teeth was curled into a rather gloating grin. It had been quite a while since he could've felt the thrill of battle combined with the joy of absolute superiority. It was an exceedingly rare feeling in this universe filled to the brim by beings which held power that vastly overshadowed his own.

Looking down at his leg, the Primeval grit his teeth as he could feel the stinging sensation of being burned coursing through it. It seemed that recklessly charging into that flame shield technique had backfired quite painfully.

"Pathetic," That single word showed just how the Primeval thought about how the changeling had been coping with this new overwhelming power laid out before him. Ur'Alcyonis had seen the use of the shield only barely through the explosion of his own technique, having noticed that it was not an absolute defense by any margin. It was rather comical that the changeling he had thought of earlier as a proper challenge to his might, would now be resorting to small and puny attacks and techniques rather than the use of techniques such as the death ball he had so brazenly displayed but a few moments earlier. "This truly will not do..."

With a slow and almost lumbering motion, the massive demonic figure started to walk towards the changeling, completely ignoring the two incoming blasts of energy, which exploded on impact, but did little to deter the Primeval from marching ever closer to Pagoma, moving undeterred and unhindered towards its target like a literal juggernaut. Even when the changeling utilized that technique the Primeval had exclaimed to be very interesting and worthy of his time earlier in the battle, it no longer seemed to phase the ancient being in the slightest, as but a mere swipe of his enormous hand was enough to shatter the energy building up around him.

"Hmm...still quite the interesting technique," Though he did not stop his pace just yet, the Primeval slightly turned his gaze towards the dissipating energy of the technique the changeling had tried to use upon him once again, raising a finger to the side of his head to allow himself and the machine embedded deep within the recesses of the metallic covering all over his body to memorize the structure of said attack, for it could come in handy to know such a technique in future conflicts and battles.

Ur'alcyonis' massive hands started to crackle with energy, the ground now quivering and trembling with every step he took forward. Slowly, yet certainly the preparations for yet another devastating technique were being made. Not long after that process, the Primeval suddenly swung his hands forwards, unleashing two somewhat large, black beams of concentrated energy towards his opponent, allowing the beams to alter their course just a bit by small movements of his hands to better hone in on their target.

With a sudden rumbling and terrifying laughter escaping his maw, the demonic figure started to rise into the air, stretching a single arm downwards towards where he thought his opponent would be running at if he were to try and evade the beams of energy. With another chuckle escaping his throat, the Primeval fired off several blasts towards the ground in rapid succession, thinking of it as nothing more than an extermination job by this point.