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Post by Mila on Oct 3, 2022 15:54:19 GMT -5
The creatures of Arlia were true to what they were, Bugs. They fell easily. The woman that was there on her vacation could have conquered them with ease, or even destroyed the planet as a whole, but then she didn’t want to create a complete conflict with the Planet Trade Organization. She played their game, letting bugs barely live when she was bored, but accidentally eradicating them when they bored her too much. Aria was showing a lot of her ruthless brutality come of late.
The coliseum staff began to worry. They needed someone to stop her, anyone. So, they began to call forth previous champions. Not many answered their call, which allowed Aria to run unchecked. She had become the current champion and had been for a few months now. This was yet another run, and it led her to the championship round once again. When she stepped up to the arena, she was met with a pleasant surprise.
He was just tad bit stronger than the bugs, and it made her at-least stop relaxing for that measly 1,000 power level. It was still a tear drop in the ocean of power she possessed, but she did not feel so restricted as before. It was always boring to dismember your prey quickly, and her playful, yet sadistic, nature would not rest with such results. The mask, a smile upon it, intrigued her. Her voice was lost for now, however. She did not speak to him, at-least not yet.
The man would have to impress her to find her voice. When the announcer gave permission for the bout to start, shaking and running right after, Aria wasted little time moving forward with a quick step. A quick analysis of her would show she had two tiny sheaths underneath her arm pit for easy pulling access to short blades, and her first attack was pulling one of those blades free and slicing at his throat, testing his reaction speed.
Another quick look at her body would show that sharp vibrating blades outlined her entire body, making a nearly unnoticeable humming noise like lightsabers when she moved. Her movements were rough and jarring, yet quick and smooth. With that single dagger in one hand, she pointed her fists at him and struck at his body nine times with them before a quick and deadly slice came from the dagger.
Without a break in the action her fists came back with another set of nine strikes, raining toward him like machine gun fire before yet another sneaky strike from her dagger aiming at his arm ligaments. Not even changing up the pattern and staying predictable for her own entertainment she slugged nine more quick punches at his body and that same dagger came out again with another strike toward his wrist this time.
Each of her punches, not the dagger strikes, would impact his clothing and armor and threaten to send ripples through them, canceling parts if not all of their ability to absorb some of that damage. The vibrating blades upon her body would make it difficult to defend, but never impossible. After that dagger slice, she expertly put her dagger back into its sheath, with a bit of finesse and sleight of hand. With both hands free, Aria wanted to test his reaction to explosive attacks instantly. She knew that the beginning of a match was the most important part.
This is where you learn your opponent. Vicious violent verve took the form of light, and she fired five heavy and powerful shots of energy directly towards his chest. She felt she left little room if he still even remained near her, but it all depended on his reaction time to the events that unfolded. The crowd, about as ruthless as Aria was, cheered on as their current favorite champion showed no signs of slowing down her assault. Dust would kick up at the impact of the blasts, missed or not, shaking the arena.
While waiting on the results of her explosion, Aria slipped into her Muy Thai stance, keeping herself ready and honest.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 3, 2022 19:15:04 GMT -5
 Ur’alcyonis had heard about a strange woman being capable of dispatching gladiators in the Arlian Colosseum one after another in quite the efficient, but also quite brutal manner. For someone such as himself, being capable of witnessing such a promising warrior at work was always something which would draw him out of the shadows in which he usually dealt with his business. However, to his surprise, before he had even been given the chance to view and appreciate this new warrior’s work, the champion had already been beaten soundly and the Colosseum's staff were getting worried this would be bad for their business. Obviously, they’d end up at the primeval’s doorstep, for as the Colosseum’s staff was looking for some former champions, they’d inevitably end up with him as well, even though after his last fight within their precious palace of bloodsport and bloodshed…he’d been strictly asked never to return to their sacred arena. Breathing in the stench of rust, blood and sweat lingering within the large open field of the Colosseum, the man presenting himself in his Dealmaker guise raised an arm in a rather aloof fashion to whip up the crowd, glacing calmly towards the entrance through which his opponent would reveal herself, only to be caught by surprise when what he saw was a seemingly young girl with an energy signature somewhat on par with his own suppressed state. Turning towards this strange person, the masked man bent slightly through his knees, feet sliding somewhat apart, his fingers slowly curling around the hilt of his sheathed sword, leaning a bit forward in preparation of what would happen. This seemed to be a wise choice, for in but an instant, this rather innocent looking child rushed forward with a speed far above that what was normal for someone of her energy output. Like a hellish whirlwind, a small blade he had not expected, suddenly whooshed through the air, forcing the primeval to instantly veer his head backwards in order to narrowly avoid the edge of the small blade to run through his throat, had he not predicted this move so accurately...he'd have been laying on the ground choking in his own blood. There was more though, for as the masked man’s golden eyes slightly widened within the dark holes of his mask, he witnessed something almost akin to an illusion. The child’s arms moved with such speed, that it practically looked like she was some sort of Deva, showing her ruthless composure and bloody intent by instantly going for what the primeval assumed would be looking like his weak spots. However, to best someone who had ample time to not simply practice, but truly master the art of the sword, what the child brought to bear so far was impressive…but not enough. Her initial blows found themselves landing on the bare metal of the masked man's instantly unsheathed blade, with her final slice allowing the sound of metal scraping on metal to ring through the arena. Ur'alcyonis used this moment to shift the weight of his blade, adjusting his grip ever so slightly as he took a step forward and swung forward with his blade, both attempting to cut the young woman's gut open, but also hoping to force her to take some distance. Alas, it seemed that this opponent had been quite invested in keeping up her relentless assault. Thus with a flick of his wrist, the masked man’s large black blade seemed to suddenly vibrate, allowing his single weapon to be expertly guided towards the first nine incoming blows, while even guarding against the surprising slice at the end of said combo with what seemed to be no effort at all and to make matters worse, he seemed to be able to perform this feat a second time, continuing to brush off her incoming punches and what was ought to be a surprise slice with relative ease. Lowering his blade with the tip to the ground when it seemed the woman had given up on the notion of her rapid assault, Ur’alcyonis just observed the young woman’s next move, noticing her suddenly reaching forwards with her hands and firing off a barrage of energy blasts towards him. Yet, perhaps contrary to what the child may or may not have thought would happen, the masked man didn’t move an inch, as all the energy which was sent hurtling towards him mysteriously stopped about an inch in front of him, gradually being sucked up into the gem hidden within his garments and while the gem drained the remaining drops of energy from the blasts that had come his way, the Primeval calmly raised his free hand towards the young woman. While the child's energy got drained into his gem, the masked man gradually channeled his own energy towards his hand, forming a small black orb in between his fingers. When deeming it to have been charged sufficiently, he fired off the small black orb of energy towards the young woman, allowing it to greatly expand in size as it coursed through the air towards her position, awaiting the earth shattering explosion which usually came with that sort of technique. It was obvious that to face this opponent, perhaps he couldn't afford the arrogance of keeping himself tied down with his training equipment. Thus by simply snapping his fingers, he removed the weights that dragged him down, though still wondering if someone who had this much speed wasn't just doing the same as him: suppressing oneself just to actually have 'some' entertaintment in this world filled with weak bugs. |
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Post by Mila on Oct 4, 2022 22:23:58 GMT -5
The masked man did not disappoint her. His movements were more autonomous than any of the bugs she had fought. The way he body moved, there was experience laced in each muscle twitch and how he danced around her attacks. The clash of metal added a symphony for them to waltz to, turning what should be fighters into dancers instead. They were slaves to the beat of the blade play. As his blade was unsheathe in response to her attacks, looking for a counterattack, Aria shuffled her feet and moved out of the blade’s way partially. At first glance, it would look as if the blade would hit its target, her gut, but instead there was no resistance or anything to stop the blade from cutting through her.
And she was unharmed as if he were slashing at naught but a phantom, the blade tip grazing through her body. But her strikes still came to him to prove she was a real being. Aria’s eyes twitched in interest as she saw how well he dealt with her overwhelming assault, and only with a single blade at that. Again, he showed movements that far exceeded his own display of power and the young woman began to become leery of what power this man displayed. He was the same as she, putting power behind a mask to make things interesting.
When she fired her barrage of energy, she had expectations of an explosion, and yet there was none. Instead, her blasts of energy froze in place and had gotten smaller and smaller, giving the girl notion to what was happening, and it brought forth a sinister grin. A cyborg could recognize energy absorption when she saw it. Her eyes shifted down to his fingers and saw the neon black light illuminating in his grasp. Her eyes shimmered from blue to red, while a similar black light crawling up her body from the tips of her toes.
As the orb shot forward toward her, she vanished. It wasn’t speed which she used to disappear like most would, she dipped into dimensional spaces, teleporting herself away from the trajectory of the ball, which slammed into the side of the arena and erupted into a magnificent mushroom cloud. The dust rushed from the explosion point, causing panic in the crowd. Along with the shaking of the entire arena and the release of chaotic energy, the panic intensified.
This was the main reason they panicked, the release of the Chaos Seed always found ways to grip the hearts of the weak and twist their minds into mania, and Aria had released it again. She had appeared behind him, lessening her threat level only to speak her mind to him in a whisper to his ear.
“How come us predators find it enjoyable to play with our prey so much? Isn’t it exhilarating? Two predators preying on each other, or is the irony lost on you, darlin’”
Tendrils of power branched from her body, showing off the chaotic nature of her seed and sending pressures of mania everywhere to the masses. They could no longer take it, and began rushing outward from the arena, with many of them falling victim to their chaotic thoughts and becoming violent. The urges were too much for them as they began to murder each other like the senseless bugs they were. Some did it out of fear and survival, others did it just how Aria would have – just for entertainment.
The aura sunk back into her, only showing through the dark sheen just below her skin. The blades that lined her body sunk back into her body just as the aura did, but her body also lightened and became more vulnerable.
But she moved so fast. Not many could see her hand raise up and her body jump back to fire a healthy violet color ball at the Dealmaker, a ball that would impact him but not really explode. It was meant to smash into him with great force and continue forward, unless he found a way to absorb or destroy it. She would step forward afterwards with her leg shining with energy, and swing a momentum packed kick toward his shoulder, a tail of light trailing behind.
If the ball wasn’t destroyed, she would twitch her finger twice, once to bring it high into the air in an arc, and again to bring it directly downward toward the top of his head. If it was destroyed, she would be forced to create another one, which she would toss into the air and bring downward all the same, with unrelenting speeds.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 5, 2022 1:22:10 GMT -5
It was a song, a duet of similar instruments played by skilled virtuosos. They were two violins vying for that leading role in this masterpiece, each striking the right chords, pulling the right right strings, each note a deadly blow or an efficient counter. The stage was theirs and without any words spoken, the both of them seemed to know exactly when to raise or lower the pace in their couplet, their ode to bloodshed.
The young woman seemed to employ the same precognition skills as he had done, only slightly surprising the masked man when he felt his blade slice through nothing but air. Even if it had looked to him like he had truly managed to reach her , both his blade and his own mind told him otherwise, further evidenced by the fact that her ruthless assault continued and so too did his own defense.
When later on, after having managed to come out unscathed, he attempted to even the playing field, he didn’t yet notice the change in pace she had brought into their song. Before he knew it, she managed to evade the Ion blast he had sent her way. This made the masked man both curious and amused to realize she had instantly managed to reach behind his back without much resistance or effort, allowing him only to gaze at her coldly by slightly turning his head and listening to her words.
“How come us predators find it enjoyable to play with our prey so much? Isn’t it exhilarating? Two predators preying on each other, or is the irony lost on you, darlin’”
From the corners of his eyes he could see it, spectators succumbing to the darkness this young woman seemed to spread, the corruption she exuded corrupting their minds, turning them to violence and despair until eventually the chaos she seemed to represent displayed itself in its full madness among the spectators. It was truly a sight to behold and it showed exactly to which particular organization this woman belonged, something which both somewhat annoyed the Primeval a bit, for there was at least a bit of bad blood between their numbers and him.
To his own surprise, the fact that she smelled and felt like she had plunged into the depths of chaos was accompanied by a change in both her demeanor and her physical appearance. The young woman seemed sleeker and sharper, an interesting change for sure…though while this somewhat different exterior made her look faster, it also seemed to make her look much less damage resistant than before, something the masked man duly noted within his mind.
”Perhaps, but is that not the beauty of nature…all can become prey,” The masked man let out a faint chuckle, allowing her to complete whatever she needed to do before she’d most likely turn this battle up a notch again.
And taking it up a notch, she truly did, for rather than assaulting the primeval with another barrage of blows and slices, the young woman seemed determined to start using some more destructive techniques, as she formed a violet colored orb of energy. Though at first Ur’alcyonis thought to merely evade the technique, something in the back of his head told him this would be futile, but at the same time he did not desire to just take it either, even if this was a perfect way to determine just how much power was held behind within the child, it was best to not risk any unnecessary injury this early on in their duet.
Raising his right hand upwards, the masked man pressed his thumb and index finger together, snapping his fingers the very moment the orb was but a few inches away from colliding with him, a sudden insanely high pitched sound coming from the snap of his fingers and completely disintegrating the orb in midair.
However, this did not seem to be the end of the young woman’s assault, as she seemed to expertly use her newfound agility to surprise the masked man by instantly appearing right in front of him, her leg glowing with energy and already ready to strike down upon him with great force. In a split second, almost as if time had slowed to a crawl, the primeval’s body was swiftly covered by a thick layer of his own dark energy, this energy instantaneously taking control of his body and activating the auto-reflex through the use of one of his more obscure personal techniques. Just as the young woman’s leg would effectively breach the thick layer of black energy surrounding the masked man, he would shift his weight and make a quarter turn while leaning backwards, allowing the kick to fly harmlessly over him and when the young woman’s leg was no longer in the way, his left hand which still held on to the hilt of his large black blade would swing upwards, aiming to utilize the child’s own centrifugal momentum to cut her in the back.
Yet, even if he had managed to avoid the earlier orb of energy and the surprisingly fast kick, this last one had managed to somewhat unbalance the Primeval enough to the point that he knew he didn’t have enough time to dodge nor fully defend against the attack. Thus his only suitable option before he would be hit by the orb of energy was to effectively show this child that he had indeed been playing just like her, his black energy bursting up before he was covered by a plume of smoke when the ball smashed upon him, shattered into pieces and hit the ground in several places upon the ground, whipping up the sand in a frenzy.
The sand would soon be swept away though, as the primeval’s energy flared up once more. it was revealed that his sword was once again sheathed in its scabbard, while his hands were surrounded by black ki that strangely seemed to be lit up with silver flames. Though his hat was gone and his mask showed a noticeable crack upon it, it seemed he had powered through the young woman’s attack quite literally, now firing off two rather fast beams of black energy coated with silver flames towards the young child, the sand underneath their path turning to glass in a show to the tremendous heat they held. These two beams would arc slightly to either side, aiming to converge upon her position and aimed to hit her in her sides, where the Primeval deduced her to be the weakest in her current state.
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Post by Mila on Oct 5, 2022 17:05:11 GMT -5
Her first ball of energy met a tune that was pitched so high that Aria could hear its ring and nothing else. At the snap of his fingers her energy vanished, and she chuckled in amusement. When she rushed in and swung her leg, doubtful to his movements as she felt they were easy to read at this point, energy enveloped him and with reflexes beyond what she expected he maneuvered under her leg and she showed her enjoyment with laughter. She was exposed, knowing so, as her leg flew over him and he attempted to capitalize on that exposure with a flick of his wrist to slice into her back.
However, just like before, his blade went through her body as if it were mist, no resistance what’s so ever. This gave her time to follow through the missed ki and a punch came flying toward his kidney. Her ball of energy came out and zapped to the skies, and Aria saw that he had no answer for it. This would hurt him, she was sure – but then his energy exploded, causing her body to slide backwards at that and the explosive energy from her attack.
Sand swept away, and Aria herself would not allow him to be the only one to reveal her hand. He took a jump upward, nearly ten times where they were at, and Aria decided to do the same. She would not relax herself any longer, and the arena shook and danced at her quick and jarring power release. The arena walls collapsed in on themselves and the bugs who were in attendance fell into the rubble. Her eyes moved between both black colored energy beams, surrounded by a heated flame, which didn’t bother her as much as it would have any other opponent.
Aria braced herself, holding out her arms in a guard to the sides of her body and when both beams hit, they impacted her guarded forearms. She clenched her teeth, feeling the pain which the beams brought in their continuous stream of momentum and pressure. An explosion engulfed her, masking her presence to the spectators. Those who could not sense energy would think her to be finished.
Not those who had a clear understanding about just how much power Aria now exuded. As the smoke cleared, her arms sizzled from heat and impact, but she hardly trembled. Her clothing her torn asunder and her breath was now easing up on her. “You’ve got more power then,” she stated with an amused grin.
“You best show it to me, because I won’t be holding too much back any longer,” she said while shaking her hands, which dropped the shredded threads of her jacket to the ground. She took hold of her jacket from its shoulder and ripped the rest of her top off, showing off a bit more skin. She had on a sleeveless shirt, which helped highlight the details in her body. She was built like a warrior, even with her sleeker appearance her skinny arms were defined. Once the threads of her jacket had flown away, she pointed two fingers at him and spawned another purple ball of energy, which zapped toward him.
The ball was much stronger than the ones she sent before, and its speed ripped the wind apart as it tried to get to him. She ran right after the ball, her body stretching at the speed she possessed and leaving behind a trail of blue light. When she approached him, which took no time at all, her elbow led in like a spear tip, looking to jam through his chest, but what really would jam through would be a phantom – her speed caused her body to seemingly look like it split up. Her real attack was a haymaker to the right side of his face, looking to dismantle his mask and crush in his face.
Her footing shifted, leaning her body backwards and her free hand up toward his chest, where amethyst colored energy would attempt to explode directly from her open palm and onto his body. Again, her footing shifted, not allowing her body to remain still and stiff. Her movement increased even faster, spawning countless images of her attacking him, with neither doing harm yet.
Aria weaved in two real attacks, with one being a destructive elbow shot toward his midsection and another one a palm strike underneath his chin going upward with the force of a speeding car as if she was trying to separate his head from his body. Their dance had become more intense and deadly, and their symphony beginning to pick up its tempo. Aria had changed the genre of their song from a classical into the chaotic beat of hyper dark techno. As she moved about, her expressions were wild and playful all the same, as if she had become just what he characterized her as, a child – a child of destruction and mayhem.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 6, 2022 9:10:35 GMT -5
Though he had managed to evade her incoming kick, it seemed that the young woman as well had quite the bag of tricks, as she in turn avoided the sting of his reflexive use of his blade, seemingly shifting her very existence from one place to another, surprising the masked man with a blow to his kidneys which did at the very least evoke a deep grunt from behind his mask.
Though for the most, everything seemed to go as planned, except for the fact that where he thought he may have had the upper hand with his use of the double tsuihidan technique, that increasingly more powerful child had actually revealed her own power in quite the visible way as before his beams of black energy coated with silver flames actually managed to hit their target, he could see how she managed to bring her forearms to bear upon them, skillfully preventing herself from having to deal with the full extend of their destructive power.
We’re far from done here…child,” The Primeval lowered his blade behind him, raising his free hand clenched into a fist. As he tilted his head to the side with a chuckle, he opened his hand and allowed all the restraints on his power to be removed in response to her challenge, whipping up the sand and dust on the ground around him to make it obvious that he too had now decided to stop holding back too much.
With a chuckle, he moved that same free hand past his mask, making quite the obvious swallowing sound, which was immediately followed by a visible black ripple running through his entire body, with the exposed skin of his neck and throat changing to a rather gray, almost metallic color. ”Show me more.”
And showing more she did, as the young woman once more launched one of those violet colored orbs towards him, though this time it was much stronger than it had been before. It was because of this that the masked man didn’t take any chances and thus swung his black blade through the air, slicing the orb in half as it dissipated into particles of energy which got absorbed into the weapon itself and seemed to replenish the man’s own energy instantly.
A mere moment after he had managed to avoid being hit by the violet orb of energy, the masked man tried to jump backwards in order to avoid the young woman appearing right after her own energy attack. Alas, to his own surprise, this image of Aria was nothing but that; an image. This realization didn’t give the primeval much time to think, as he could suddenly feel his head snapping to the side rather painfully and quite the force, his eyes trembling and turning towards the origin of that haymaker in disbelief, while his smiling mask shattered and got strewn all over the place, revealing his face to be remarkably good looking apart from the small cracks visible in his now metallic skin underneath his right eye.
Letting out a grunt, with his expression mainly that of surprise, the now unmasked primeval tried his best to follow the young woman’s movements, only to realize he’d have to keep an eye out for all her images at the same time, having no clue who the real Aria was among them until it was quite clearly too late to respond in any sort of way.
First, he could feel his body lifting up when an insanely hard blow coated with energy landed upon him with enough force to do so, his face contorting into a painful grimace because of the shockwave spreading throughout his entire body. Again, while he was wheezing for air and standing rather shakily on his feet, the primeval tried to follow the young woman’s movements to no avail, for each time he thought to have figured it out and aimed to defend himself, it was the wrong choice.
The earlier devastating blow got followed up by this time an actual elbow slamming into his midsection, forcing the man to buckle forwards, clutching his torso with his free arm and breathing shallowly. the assault seemed to eventually be concluded like a rapidfire techno compilation with an insanely painful and powerful bass drop in the form of a palm strike slugging him against the chin, propelling him backwards, slamming the unmasked man into the wall of the arena, where for a mere instant he seemed to hand rather limply, opening his eyes just to take note of the state he found himself in. ”...Well damn…that hit like a friggin moon to the face.”
Leaning forward, Ur’alcyonis moved out of the wall, stumbling slightly as he leaned on his sword, which once again started to shine with a golden sheen, allowing the primeval to regain his breath and his bearings. Yet, he had now realized that halfassing things would not be in his advantage, so he grit his teeth, slid his feet apart on the ground as he grunted deeply. Within a moment, his energy shot upwards once more, this time much more visible with a violent black aura raging around his body. Time to return the favor…”
As he allowed his black aura to subside itself, the primeval suddenly got surrounded by a blueish glimmer, before he suddenly rushed straight towards the young woman, a blue streak forming behind him while black energy was accumulating within his free hand’s fingertips, which as he passed her suddenly burst out in thin black threads of energy attempting to wrap around Aria in order to obstruct her movements and wrap her up like a present.
Shifting his weight, the Primeval would skid a bit backwards as he turned around, before launching himself back towards Aria with blazing speed and agility, a blue streak forming once more while he launched his blade forwards in order to try to overwhelm the slender and sleek looking woman with a succession of swift cuts and stabs. His blade swung through the air with tremendous speed and force, attempting to stab both of her shoulders, slice the structure of her knees and elbows before ending it with a straightforward thrust aimed at the young woman’s throat…
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Post by Joseph Wilson on Oct 9, 2022 1:11:30 GMT -5
So far so good. You both did well to see the scene as well as establish your character's motivation for being in this fight. I also liked Ur's callback to a previous RP he did on Arlia. You both have nice writing styles and are doing well, but as of this round at least, I'm giving the RP reward to Aria mainly for his imagery. I'll have damage the next report but I will say you both are generally fresh since no one has taken any heavy duty attacks. Carry on.
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Post by Mila on Oct 10, 2022 18:46:19 GMT -5
Aria soaked in his power with a full on take in of her breath, as if she was smelling the fresh scent of clean laundry. After her assault, it left the arena in shambles and the two fighters could feel the light of life leaving so many of the bugs one by one as they surrendered to their injuries. Aria did not take a good look at him at first, knowing the mask had cracked, and only got a good look when he pried himself out of the wall. His sword took on a glowing sheen and she felt his diminishing body replenish itself and there was a purring ‘hmmm’ that came from her mouth barely undetectable.
His power bloated, widening Aria’s nose in twitches as the air whipped around violently like a master’s whip. With one arm rose to guard her eyes from the debris, Aria’s body couldn’t help but itch backwards bit by bit at the force of his increasing might. Her heart raced like a greyhound running after a tasty rabbit, and her breathing nearly lost itself in its rapid pattern.
This was excitement, for more than just her. This was becoming exciting for the soul shard mixed with her own. Taquin stirred in her. The memories were flooding her mind again at the taste, smell, feel, and sight of his power. Hell, even the sounds of his aura reached deep within her, molding and whisking her heart. His approached, with speed that she could not keep up with for once, brought all of her power out of hiding in stages. The first stage cloaked her in a veil of hideous purple light, the thin strings of energy that were meant to wrap her in bondage only soaking into the veil to empower her further.
Her form grew an entire foot taller, and molded itself into a new image, which was still concealed by the cloak of light, and his bladework magnificently hit home with her not able to see or move at the time. The light proved not to be some physical barrier but more of part of her transformation, which was bringing all of Arlia down to its knees with tremors and shakes. The ground had not only split, but begun to crash into a layered crater, all to not only the increasing power of Aria, but to the pressure Ur was placing on her body as well. Each swift cut came with pressure that sliced targets far out of therange of the arena, such as mountains, sands dunes, and buildings. When the assault was finished, the light would intensify around Aria, working in some healing before finally shattering away like glass to reveal her new look to him.
“Halcyon,” she said with a grin. “You can’t fool me for too long. What is this body you are using? Looks nice, but it’s still weak.”
“Must I get rid of it for you,” she asked with actual conviviality. “If it cannot defeat me, it isn’t worthy of your possession.” There was a given timeframe for retort, but it was short lived. Taquin was already lusting for more battle, being a battle demon and all.
Her relaxed speed was extraordinary in comparison to when she seemed to have been pushing her limits before. Her first five strikes were thrown out with no effort yet the impact and speed was enough to send shockwaves outward at points of impact, making sounds of jet engines and car crash collisions upon impact. Her fighting style still mimicked Aria’s, being a fusion of the two mindsets, but there was moreanimalistic form added to her strikes and stance.
Aria normally was stout and rigid with her punches and the way she moved her feet about. Having the addition of Tiaquin’s battle prowess, she was more loose and had a controlled wildness to her movements. It always felt like her punches or kicks would fling out of control, only for her to capture the added momentum and spin into a harder strike seconds later. She did not fight with fist but rather clawed hands as mimicking a beast who would have such claws.
The Rod of Balor, molded itself around her wrist, poking the dagger outward underneath her wrist and palm. So when she did a palm thrust it was an actual piercing blow from the dagger itself, looking to slice him open. Her own wounds had healed slightly, even the one to her throat, but she remembered it.
She wanted to return the favor with a thrust of her own. Aria’s strikes came in 4 waves with each wave of punches and kicks a blur to any normal spectator. But in each wave were simple 5 strikes from her bare hands and feet and then an additional palm thrust with the dagger point begging for entry into the vessel’s flesh. Unlike how Aria was before, the Taquin possessed Aria wasn’t as keen on showing a wild and chaotic range of emotions. She was more calculating, and watching for changes in his movements and demeanor.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 11, 2022 16:25:58 GMT -5
It was quite surprising to see the energy strands of his chou no ryoku technique fail miserably in their duty, not even remaining in place for more than a mere moment. To make matters worse, while he tried to cut up this increasingly more frustrating opponent, she actually managed to surprise the masked man by raising the output of her power to a much, much higher level. In doing so, the very pressure emanating from this new form the woman took, made the Primeval stagger backwards. As pieces of rubble pelted against his mask, the Primeval raised a hand to guard him a bit from this phenomenon, his golden eyes widening as the woman started to grow slightly, her demeanor, her presence completely changing. ”I did not see that coming…A noble? No, this is…older, this seems like a First Seed…”When his assault was done, the masked man was once more treated to something rather exquisite to behold, as a light broke free from the young woman, shattering the remains of her old form and revealing the true form underneath. However, it was not the form nor the power it unleashed in its totality which truly stunned the Primeval, but that voice, a familiar soothing, seductive and somewhat unhinged sounding voice. ”Of course…of all the old acquaintances, it HAD to be the Bloody Taquin…but don’t worry…if it isn’t capable of defeating you, I simply have to go on to the next vessel, but for now…I will deal with you like I should have done ages ago.” Bending through his knees, the masked man let out a deep grunt, his energy revealing itself in a massive outburst of black energy which covered and concealed the Primeval’s form. His bones snapped and crackled, his muscles tensed and engorged themselves on his energy, until at long last a massive, hulking behemoth burst out of the energy bubble, roaring in defiance to the assault that was coming upon him. ”Flames of hell, grant me toughness!!”Silver flames raged across the new insanely large form of the primeval, further compounding the density of his new muscular frame. Yet, knowing his opponent’s propensity to use swift, yet deadly and precise strikes, he saw no option, but to reveal one of his trump cards. For just when Aria’s new form rushed at him with a speed he could hardly fathom, a small ring on his hand lit up and shattered, covering his body with an even more powerful form of protection than just the silver flames, with a film of his own black energy absorbing a lot, if not all of the damage from her first flurry of attacks. However, as her assault continued, the Primeval’s defense seemed to lessen, even falter slowly, but steadily. A multitude of cuts, kicks and punches landed on him, not allowing the monstrous being to defend beyond the ones he had already created for himself. Though at first the thrusts with her blade remained shallow, the punches weak and the kicks neglectable, by the time the film of black energy was gone, the Primeval sunk to one knee, panting as his chest and back heaved heavily, his own blood running down across this inhuman form from the various puncture wounds he endured. Despite this humiliating setback, the massive being rose back to his feet, grinning widely, revealing rows of sharp teeth in the process. ”Impressive…”His hand grabbed a hold onto the blade he had been carrying the whole time, unsheathing it and lifting it up into the air as he continued to smile. ”But it isn’t nearly enough.”Suddenly vanishing from where he stood, the massive beasts hulking frame belied the agility he could muster if the situation demanded it, reappearing right in front of the demonic woman with a cruel and vicious smile on his wretched face, as he started to dance around her with blinding speed, lashing out with his blade multiple times like a furious flurry of muscle and metal, attempting to Slice her, dice her and stab her til nothing would be left. ”This is still not enough…”Throwing his large blade into the air, it vanished into the void between spaces, when all of a sudden, a large, insanely ominous scythe fell down towards the Primeval from where his sword had vanished. Grabbing this large weapon by its shaft, the monstrous being roared with such ferocity and volume that what spectators remained trembled in absolute fear or tried to prevent their eardrums from shattering right at the spot. With an almost reckless abandon, the Primeval swung his massive arm through the arena, fully intending to bifurcate Taquin with the scythe’s far-reaching blade… |
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Post by Mila on Oct 13, 2022 18:30:13 GMT -5
Taquin grinned as he recognized her origin, that was a bit of a high praise. “Deal with me, huh? Maybe then you could have, but now I don’t think you could.” But then her grin had wiped off her as his power began to rise. There was a moment of panic, something she tried to hold back. It was hard to, however at the beginning stages of his outburst. Taquin knew of his power in the past, and as the vessel’s power rose, she had no idea where it would stop. That is why she panicked for a moment, the unknown to the size of the power that the vessel could handle without complete deterioration. Could this vessel handle more than Aria could?
That is what had worried her. Taquin knew about the Azara Ring predicament, something Halcyon wouldn’t have known. This part of her, was just that – a part of her. If she was being used like this, a ring that could channel her memories and power, then that means her original form did not exist any longer. So in many ways, she was in the same difficulty that Hal was in, needing vessels. The difference between the two was that her power was extremely limited and she could never break past the limits of her ring bearer.
She did not know what limits he had, or if he even cared for them – how much of him was there? Surely, this vessel could not match Araxes, her Emperor at a time. As her strikes hit him, her fists felt the toughened exterior, boosted by the legendary flames of hell themselves, which gave her more worry. I mean that fact that he grew to a massive height did not help at all either, her worries could not be quelled.
“You aren’t fucking Araxes anymore,” she scowled in detesting horror to his larger form. Like the other six First Seeds, she was banished by Araxes when they plotted to kill him. Well, it was more so they survived his execution and coward with their tails between their legs. After her combination, and his words she gasped, only seeing naught but the whipping of dust from his disappearance. For the first time in the battle, the woman was frantic, soaking in the chaotic emotions of the First seed. She looked left and right, trying to lock onto his power, yet his power seemed all over the place – making it even more difficult to find a proper location until he was in-front of her.
His hand gripped his blade, and his smile gripped her heart – bringing forth anticipatory reflexes. His speed outclassed hers, but not enough to prevent her guard. Blow for blow, she swung her bracer covered wrists at his blade to deflect each one of his strikes, but not in a way that completely prevented damage. The consistent and continuous clashing of metal upon metal filled the air, creating the legendary melody of The Dark Side of Mortoseth – and like that part of the planet, this technique was equally as dangerous.
Each of his strike came out like the monsters which hid in the dark, only their eyes seen in their strikes. For each strike she managed to deflect a grunt of concentration and struggle escaped her clenched teeth. Her eyes moved around rapidly, able to keep up with his movements with them alone. Her arms could not. A screech of pain fled from her lips, causing her to switch around her footing to try and block more blows.
His strength had inflated, matching the terrors of the dark and she could feel every bit of it. “Fuck,” she let out with each of the last strikes. “Fuck, Fuck FUCK!!” When he was done, he tossed he blade in the air, and that was a moment of reprieve and one she needed desperately to gather herself once more. His scythe appeared, menacing in its design and once he swung the blade it met nothing but the remnants of the arena itself. Taquin utilized Aria’s ability to phase, and she dodged into a pocket dimension at the point of impact, allowing him to cut through the image of her that it left behind.
“That it,” she yelled up to him, a muddy black aura leaking from the pores of her skin. “You slowed down, you think you can keep up?” Her energy bled and smelt of demonic blood and her grin increased to nearly cartoonish proportions before she vanished loudly, leaving behind the sound of a bass drop. That same sound appeared again and to the side of his neck, her punches intending on beating against his jaw like a meteor shower. Her concealed dagger struck out to try and jam inside of his cheek right before another bumping noise and her form disappearing.
She appeared again but this time near where his kidney should be. Being this large made him a larger target and his kidney bigger and easier to strike. She grunted as punch after punch would try to smash against his side with a final palm strike with her dagger’s edge hoping to invite itself into his kidney.
Taquin vanished yet again, not holding back any of her speed to anyone that could see her, but to Halcyon, he could. She was moving a bit faster, but she was not teleporting. It was just all movement. Her movement brought her to his back where she decided to be a bit nice and give him a massage against his spine – well with all her force that is. It wouldn’t feel too nice with how she aimed to try and dislocate every disc in his spine, all before also trying to lodge a dagger between the middle of it and attempted to sever communication to his legs from his brain.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 15, 2022 6:32:48 GMT -5
This strange new entity residing within that already strange enough woman was quite the hassle to deal with. A former fanatic, a battle-crazed zealot who loved nothing more than bloody carnage and slaughter. Yet, just like it was with the Primeval himself, she too seemed to be in quite a similar situation, held back by the limits presented to her by the body she seemingly took control of. It made the monstrous being wonder if she had ever even surfaced while that young woman had been racking up the victories in this arena...to be fair, that seemed rather doubtful. "Araxes was a delussional fool who paid his dues in the end...I live on, I am eternal...while you are bound by the laws of Creation, I have no such burden holding me back."
The enormous Primeval was extatic, his eyes never leaving sight of his prey, noticing how all she seemed capable of doing during his onslaught was to huddle up and defend herself as much as she could. Were it not for the fact that he was acutely aware that even now her power was still above that of his own, he would've gloated and monologued like some moustache twirling villain. Yet he was no such thing, he had no need to monologue, no need to gloat when there was the obvious fact in front of him that while she was defending, the woman made no wasted movements, even if it was but on instinct, she seemed capable enough to minimize the effects and efficiency of his strikes, slashes and stabs by making minute movements, alterations to her posture along the way.
To make matters worse, when he thought he had her pinned down, the fact that he used this moment to exchange his weaponry seemed to allow the woman and the hostile entity having taken charge of her mind to get a grip on themselves, allowing them to avoid getting hit by the very might of his new weapon: the Death's scythe. Letting out a growl, with the grip of his hand tightening on the shaft of his mighty weapon, the Primeval tried to find the woman, annoyed by how she managed to evade him once again.
"Flames of hell, grant me more agility!!" His voice rumbled throughout the air, the silver flames on his body shifting towards his joints, heating them up, making them slightly more supple and moveable compared to usual. He knew this was a necessity, for his opponent was one speedy little demon, more than capable enough to surprise him at a moment's notice. This guess or estimation seemed to end up being correct, as in but a mere instant, the massive monstrocity could feel his spine wobble, the muscles in his body doing their best to try and absorb the damage of the impacts only to feel something poking into his neck. If he had been in his vessel's base form, that would've ended the battle without question. However, now he knew what she was up to, she was actively trying to end this battle with the least amount of blood possible, quite strange when it was Taquin after all, this wasn't something suitable for her character.
When the youn woman would try to repeat this assault, the Massive beast would suddenly turn around, attempting to slam his weapon with all its might against her tiny frame, the obvious intent being not to just slam her aside, but to effectively end whatever combo she had planned in one fell swoop. Yet with the woman not giving up on her pursuit to cripple him, he had no other choice than to shift his grip on his scythe, utilizing the back end to aim for a straight thrust right towards her gut in order to prevent her from making another of those stabby assaults. "If it only were this easy..."
Vanishing from his position, the massive beast would reappear right in front of Taquin, one hand aimed straight at her with black energy surrounding his fingertips. He wasted no time as black strands of energy were fired into the air once again, attempting to wrap up the young woman like how a vicious spider would wrap up it's prey, stuck in a webbed coccoon awaiting for the moment it would be devoured.
"I've had enough of this charade," The massive demonic figure plunged his hand into the central eye on his chest, reaching into it and pulling out a small gem which glistened with ancient energy, which was instantly absorbed into the monster's hands. At this point, something rather strange happened, as Ur'alcyonis plunged his arms forwards, both hands vanishing as he tore open the very fabric between dimensions itself, allowing a massive amount of black miasma to spout forth from the void, corroding and poisoning all in its wake. "A gift for old time's sake..."
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Post by Mila on Oct 16, 2022 5:37:49 GMT -5
Only bitter memories and actual power would have brought Taquin to the surface, and he brought both of those with him to this arena. These bugs couldn’t even bring her to budge and thus he was right in his assumption that she did not. Taquin was one of Araxes top warriors, which made her betrayal all the more personal. The way she moved throughout the battle field was reminiscent of a trained beast of battle. But even through it all, she was not a god – she only held envy for them.
Taquin held envy once for the Primordial, but now the envy had molded and shaped into both annoyance and pity. There was an extent to his power that she knew well, and this was only a fraction. Both beings, her and him, were just fractions and it would seem that she had a greater fraction to work with than he did. His skill, however, was not diluted as much as he quickly interrupted the last two sets of her combos with devastating blows from the control of his scythe. The first blow, she exploded with Chaotic energies, seeping out her aura like petals from a flower of chaos.
It was a response, grabbing and nabbing at whatever energy it could only to realize that it drank from a barren river. The second blow, to her gut, her body bent forward, throwing her bountiful and mostly exposed tail end into the air. She winced in pain from the shot, but never was it from a place of confusion or shock. His massive form vanished and he appeared before her eyes, which looked up to him in defiance and fire.
It was a look which would drive heat into the back of any normal man – a look that would challenge him to break her. Just as his web of black lies would try to snare her, there was an instance of her standing rigid and her own body losing form and image.
She vanished from that spot, and appeared yards away from him with a trail of that same black linen. She drank from the rivers of his knowledge that he bestowed upon her and took his technique if only temporary, and even his own words were scribbled down into her notebook.
“If it only were that easy,” she muttered barely audible to him from the distance she put between them. Taquin was no fool. Being near a monster like him while he was on the offensive placed her at a great disadvantage, she knew. With a clench of her fists, the webs would work to temporarily constrict him, less he had a way to maneuver out of it. What came next was a simple snap of her fingers and her dressware took on a change.
She thought to unleash all of her power at once, but this was not a time for such a thing. Her current vessel’s strengths did lie in the damage she could take, but for this battle currently Taquin found that this more sleeked form had an advantage over the massive beast – speed seemed to be a bit more frustrating. “I will show you pace,” she said seemingly talking more to Aria than Halcyon.
Halycon dug between dimensions and a black smog escaped into the world, and Taquin knew of its dangers more than just from experience, but the level of power he exuded while performing such a technique. Speed was needed more than Taquin even knew. Her body soaked itself in lavender shade, as telekinetic force consistently pushed itself off of her skin to form a makeshift barrier of momentum – momentum she would have to generate and influence.
Her feet chopped up as if she were exercising her legs before a great sprint and shortly after she started off in a slow dash away from the approaching miasma, progressively increasing her speed and storing the kinetic energy around her body by trapping it within her telekinetic web. When she reached a several hundred yards away, the miasma a tick on her trail, she cut her dash to the side and turned it from a linear dash into a perimeter sprint. Her speed stretch faster than even Aria has ever gone before, creating a circular streak of mauve light that soon began to rise the miasma upward into a dark tornado of focused smog.
She continued to run that circle, compressing it and forcing the smog upward and out of the battlefields range, a thick tornado which shrunk into a skinnier and taller one that reached the clouds. By the time she was running a small circle, one personally around the Primordial’s vessel, the miasma was all gone from their battlefield and deep in the clouds of Arlia – ready to create poisoned and corrosive rain elsewhere when the time came – but for now all but a cloud of death harmlessly carrying away in the wind.
Taquin did not stop to marvel at her work, but instead she continued to run circles around Halcyon, compressing the circle until she was close enough to attack him from that circle. He would not see her actual body and only the purple light, which was surely her at first, but just as it would seem that she had turned into naught but light, her fist shot out of the inner circle in various directions, intent on beating him down like a heavy missile barrage filled with thirty-two quick strikes that would be hell bent on bringing his body to a kneel.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 16, 2022 14:35:20 GMT -5
Despite all his efforts, despite all he had gone through…his opponent kept on going, showing even more speed and agility than she had done so before. It made him wonder if this was due to Taquin or simply because the vessel or rather the template used by the bloody berserker was superior to his own. In all these years, he had attempted to avoid being thrown back into the void without his body, avoiding to one again being forced to wander aimlessly in the vastness of space to find himself a host. He had done this by creating his own vessels from scratch, utilizing remnants of the old Galactic Intelligence Corporation and whatever technology he could get his hands on in order to try and create the perfect vessel…yet each and every time the Primeval had to face reality…only his true body could be seen as the perfect vessel.
It was quite the sight to see a former subordinate, a rebellious one at that, mustering more power than he could, turning the tables on each of his tactical decisions with almost blatant disregard. While he had hoped that his energy strands would at the very least hit their mark, but it was not to be, for Taquin showed some amazing and quick thinking, outmaneuvering the Primeval by not just copying the technique, but sending it straight at him while having avoided being ensnared by his own.
”Smart…but not smart enough,” Slamming his scythe onto the ground with it’s shaft, the enormous demonic being shifted the weight of his grip in both hands, suddenly spinning the weapon around until it became no more than a blur, drawing in the strands of energy launched at him by the demonic girl and shredding them into pieces when they came into contact with the twirling weapon.
A shock ran through his body, his muscles tensing and his tendons nearly snapping, the eyes all over his body starting to close slowly one after the other. It was starting. He had taken a risk by coming here, pushing his vessel which had already been on the brink, beyond its limits. In this moment of weakness, he couldn't do anything, while his opponent started to distort his own miasma of dark energy, sending it up into the heavens harmlessly.”It’s too soon, I refuse…I refuse!!”
Cracks started to appear within his skin, underneath his right eye, just like they had been in his base form, hidden behind his mask, yet this time they started to reach the side of his neck. However, he hardly had any time to concern himself with such trivial issues, as Taquin was not someone to give him an inch in a confrontation like this.
While the rapid woman launched successive strikes through the whirlwind she had created, the Primeval’s own speed had been shown to be inferior to hers, but his reaction speed was something different entirely, as he reacted to her first strike by shifting his weight backwards, sliding his feet over the ground to stand perpendicular to the still raging whirlwind, swinging his scythe into the whirlwind itself with the intent to catch Taquin off guard and use her own momentum combined with his own to have her run into the sharp edge of the scythe’s blade.
Even if that would not stop her, he’d swing his weapon around while avoiding her strikes once again, now aiming to slam the back end of the scythe’s shaft with a wide swing straight into her face.
”Even if this body breaks down, I will not fall, I will not die…I am eternal, unbound by the laws of this pathetic realm… Raising one of his hands, the Primeval allowed his energy to converge into two of his fingers, before swinging his arm with deadly precision through the air, launching a thin, nearly invisible projectile of the most concentrated and sharpest form of his energy through the air into Taquin’s direction, attempting to cut her legs from underneath her. ”I am Ur’alcyonis!!”
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Post by Joseph Wilson on Oct 17, 2022 23:51:55 GMT -5
You both kicked things up a notch since the previous RP report. I like how you two went into the history you guys developed for Taquan and Halcyon. I enjoyed reading both but since the RP reward can only go to one, I'll pass it to Halcyon for this round since Aria got it last time. Carry on.
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Post by Mila on Oct 19, 2022 0:44:49 GMT -5
His eyes were shutting, and that itself was poetic in its meaning. The vessel’s body was shutting down, and Taquin could not blame it. This was unfathomed power that Ur’alyconis was trying to pump through this poor being’s body. It was bound to break. Spirit could be eternal, but body would not.
As Ur quickly reacted to Taquin’s barrage of attacks, she did not allow his reaction to go unrewarded. His blade slit a gash across her thigh, but as it did so tendrils of black and chaotic flames flooded towards him with intent on scorching his already breaking body. Those same flames reacted the same when the butt of his scytha slammed into her cheek, effectively ending the whirlwind and stopping Taquin in her tracks. Those flames whipped out, however, in response again not wanting his attack to go unpunished.
Those flames were hotter than normal, influenced by the Chaos Seed that Aria possessed. They would seek out Ur hoping to melt away his vessel and give a reprieve to the struggling Primordial. It was the least his old subordinate could do.
He threw a fit and a tantrum to the unfortunate break down of his vessel echoing words that Taquin knew to be true. She hopped over the thin beam, her eyes focusing onto the nearly invisible and thin beam of concentration, and while in mid air she slung two blasts of black mud consistent energy.
“Sounds like a cursed existence. To never fall – never sleep. Is this what you truly want,” Taquin asked. Her body changed, and so did her power. Her feet caved into the ground, splitting and cracking it with the weight of her body.
Her form had become more metallic in nature, heavy, and extremely durable. All while, her level of power sky rocketed. She lifted her foot, with no real struggle, and when she dropped it the ground caved in some more.
She would be significantly slower, her body frame adding on an unfathomable amount of weight.
“Or would you rather sleep now and stop stretching your existence? What do you gain by existing?”
She pointed both of her hands out and fired four more dark and murky blasts of neon light, the chaos weaved energy would explode into black dust upon impact.
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