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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 12, 2022 10:30:41 GMT -5
Toffit was burning, or more precisely their capital, where Urizen had decided to finally enact his plan in order to upset the balance within the Fallen Empire. Having planted his pawns within key positions, allowed him to organize a revolt against two of the tower masters in order to establish himself as a new tower master and have a better check on the archangel Aubriel.
While the small, enclosed, yet brutal civil war was raging within the consecrated fortress and the city sprawled around it, the Primeval found himself merely observing the progress from far outside of the city, making sure that if his plan failed, there would be no ties to him just yet. However, it was while he was observing this place that he made a startling discovery, for there was someone not too far away from him, bearing a familiar scent, a familiar energy signature.
It was too risky for anyone to come upon him in this place, so perhaps it was best to at the very least take out this nuisance before it could interrupt any of his plans. Focusing his mind, the Primeval managed to pinpoint the wanderer’s location, noticing it to be about a few hundred meters from his own location. Taking no chances, Urizen rushed towards the location where the transforming human would be.
Upon arrival, the Primeval would allow his energy to rise within him, his body reacting by raising his hair on edge and a stylized golden ‘M’ appearing on his forehead, along with golden lines running down from said M all the way down to his chin.
”You must forgive me… oh little Puar, but I can’t have anyone possibly interfering with my plans,” It was a risk, even if this one was not part of the problem nor perhaps even remotely planning to stand in the Primeval’s way, he just couldn’t risk someone of her caliber running around and potentially ruining the progress of his little manipulation game within the city. ”Be a good girl…and just drop dead, will you?”
Drawing the massive black blade he carried within the menacing-looking scabbard on his hip, the man rushed forwards, lunging with his sword in order to try and stab the transforming girl through the throat, immediately followed by a forward stomp of his foot aimed towards the young woman's gut. Afterwards, he would immediately shift his weight, allowing himself to make a quarter turn and use the momentum of this movement to attempt to slash the blade across the girl's face, which would be followed by a swift leg swipe in order to unbalance Puar.
Switching the grip on his blade, slightly turning his wrist, Urizen took a step forward and attempted to thrust the blade into the wanderer’s left shoulder, quickly grabbing hold of the blade’s hilt with both hands in order to try and follow up this thrust with an attempt to cleave Puar clean from her left collar bone to her right hip…
There was no glory, no fame to be found in this, it was after all…just prudence and precaution. Urizen could not risk any delays, interventions or screw ups in his plan, so if he had to take out this one, so be it.
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Post by Puar on Nov 13, 2022 3:54:36 GMT -5
Puar hated this part of the job. Well, that was wrong. She hated coming to Toffit. On Toffit, the celestial energies interfered with her ability to transform easily. She could still do it, but it was more of a strain here and she found it useless to strain herself. This left the dark skinned and green eyed Plutonia, or Pluto to her closest friend (the only one who knew her real name outside of the looming Trade Master), walking about Toffit’s grounds with her cowl deep over her features. Several key moments were happening on Toffit while she was here, and it just left her in a state of confusion.
There was word of a revolt, which wasn’t uncommon but still worrisome. There was also a massive battle happening on the other end of Toffit, where she seemed to go. As a Librarian, she was tasked to retrieve overdue books. Many would think that the reason for a Librarian’s strength was to handle the overpowered creatures in the library itself, which wouldn’t be far from the truth at all. But this is the main reason. This universe was filled with high powered beings, and the library was public. Someone would come to check out a book and sometimes would never return. Books were sacred to Kelioux, and if it was needed then someone had to be assigned to retrieve books from someone.
Chaos owed books AND classwork he never turned in. No one wanted to deal with the renegade cosmic emperor, but Pluto wasn’t afraid and had time. So here she was, on Toffit, in between a war and a forever battle.
“Focus girl,” she told herself while pulling the cowl from her head and looking on to the battle from afar, the one that Chaos and the young boy were participating in that is. “That civil war has nothing to do with—”
There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, as if someone specifically was watching her and Pluto turned around to see someone of great power approach her, violence teeming from his aura. His dropped her name, the one everyone knew, and she clenched her teeth. In this form, her aura was much easier to pinpoint. It still matched the blue cat form she was normally in, human. “Fuck, who even are you?”
His power took a steady climb, and as it did Puar’s power did not have a subtle expansion. Her eyes pulsed into a glowing emerald color. Her muscles tensed and defined themselves more. The Toffit grounds shook at the climb she took, a quick a subtle earthquake that sung dangers of her power.
He drew a massive black blade from his scabbard, and she wasted no time flowing her body like water to her Tai Chi form. He had the advantage for now simply having the plan to attack. Pluto had to adapt immediately and as he lunged forward, his blade whistling threats of impaling her throat, her feet shuffled to the side. That brought her throat out of harms way and her gut from the even quicker foot stomp.
Blademaster stance he knows how to wield this sword, she thought. That thought itself prepared her for his assault, her mindset switching, and her eyes gaining the proper discipline for blade fighters. Weapon users had a lot of dependency on momentum and body turns to give their blades proper swing power, and her eyes moved quickly from his ankles, to hips, to elbows and to his wrists. The next slash came to her face, and she turned her head out of its trajectory.
With a leg swipe on the horizon, she shifted her feet again, moving one back and having the other lift to avoid his attempt at breaking her balance. Between that and his next move, she stomped her foot down and a swift, hard punch shot out like a canon toward his chest, looking to disrupt his breathing – something a blade user treasured most. His next movement had a switch on his grip, Puar taking notice and reacting immediately before he could attempt his next maneuver.
She dropped low and spun her leg into a sweep to attempt to break his balance like he tried to do her. The follow up move was the most dangerous of it all as she made her movements fluid and gathered a monumental amount of strength into her palm strike aiming for his chest once again but this time, she was looking to do more than delete his ability to breathe soundly. This palm strike had a force akin to a speeding car hitting a normal human pedestrian. The librarian was now on the offensive more than ever now. She didn’t allow him time to reach for his blade again.
Dashing toward him, her stance switched from Tai Chi to the quicker and more precise Baguazhang, her palms dropping and displaying dagger like finger postures. The visage of falling dead leaves surrounded the blademaster, and as Pluto stabbed at him, each leaf crumbled and shattered at the force of her fingers trying to pierce into his chest. She stabbed at him 32 times, with aims to break his skin and damage his lungs directly if she could.
She took a step back, reaching into her cloak and taking hold of a mystic bell to give it a ring. Its tone rang pure and loud into the ears of the man, something that would lock his body in place for a little while. “You chose the wrong day to attack me,” she stated. It was definitely the wrong day. She was on the clock, on Toffit, and doing a task she hated the most. Green energy pulsed around her fist twice, as she focused all her energy to that single point. The muscles in that arm tensed even further right before she shot it forward toward his chest with a mighty scream to exert all her physical might into the punch.
Upon impact a massive explosion would rock half of Toffit itself, shaking the battlefield to its core. Upon finishing that attack, and the dust settling to show the two warriors again, Pluto would be springing from her fighting stance to get into close quarter combat once more. She was not keen on leaving him a chance for an opening.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 13, 2022 6:12:34 GMT -5
What the heck was up with this crazy woman?
Even the Primeval felt rather taken aback by this display of utter insanity in the form of supernatural, catlike reflexes and the strength to shatter worlds being in the palm of this remarkable child. If it weren’t for the fact that she was someone who had to be taken off of the board, Urizen might’ve just as well just observed her for a longer time, but such luxuries were not given to him at this point of time. The fact that her power had suddenly risen well above his own was something that had not been lost on the Primeval, making it quite clear that his current output was not going to be able to match her own.
While she managed to avoid getting hit by his first attempt to pierce her throat and his initial attempt to stomp her right in the gut had been thwarted as well, what came after was of a less innocent nature. The fact that she managed to counter his second attempt was also rather annoying, for it forced the Primeval to rely on his precognition, granting him enough insight on where she would strike. With a light backward step, the white-haired man managed to narrowly avoid the woman's extended arm, her fist merely an inch away from his chest.
Even if he wanted to let out a sigh of relief, This hooded woman was clearly not willing to allow him to do so, forcing him to utilize the power of precognition one more time, making it so that he had to shift his weight to the side in order to make a swift quarter turn to the left to avoid both the woman's sweeping leg and the incoming palm strike, the wind of which ruffled his hair given the short distance.
"Well this isn't working, a stress test of this body it is then," The Primeval mused, allowing a massive column of black energy to suddenly descend upon himself, concealing his form from the woman. Yet from within, a quickly deepening tone of voice called out with a primal roar. "Flame of Hell, grant me toughness!!"
Just as the woman would launch her multiple repetitive strikes in his direction, the black energy solidified and shattered, revealing the massive new form the Primeval had managed to reach, with thick, armored red skin surrounded by silver flames accepting Puar's successive strikes with probably a lot less effect than she might have hoped to achieve.
Reaching up to his full height, towering far above the woman, the demonic figure let out a chuckle akin to thunder rumbling above. "Hmm...try again?"
Alas, rather than instantly turn her rage upon him again, Urizen noticed her reaching for something within her garments, only to feel a sudden stinging pain within his head, fully locking up all his muscles for a small moment, making the massive demonic being stagger and miss his opportunity to retaliate in any form. "What the...?
When he finally felt like his muscles would listen to his commands again, the Primeval could see how the woman had gathered energy within her fist and was about to unleash all that power into his direction with no reserve or refrainment of any kind. With little choice left, the massive demonic figure planted his feet on the ground and turned his side towards the woman, while tensing up all muscles in his upper back and biceps, attempting to mitigate as much of the incoming punch with the toughest part of his body. He could feel the energy and the impact of the punch rock his entire body, hitting him with enough downward force that he buckled through one leg, his knee cracking the ground underneath.
Though this seemed to have been the main course of the woman's assault, when the Primeval looked up again, he could see her taking on another stance again, quickly closing the distance between them once again. Not willing to find out what she was aiming to do, Urizen would suddenly launch himself towards her, only to stomp the ground right before they'd clash in order to force himself to spin around in the air, avoiding her approach and allowing him to swing his large black blade toward the back of her neck.
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Post by Puar on Nov 13, 2022 7:54:59 GMT -5
Masterfully she watched his defensive movements, her eyes kept their restraint. His ability to identify her attacks before they happened did not get lost in her thoughts. He was a rather quick one himself. The air around them whipped the trees about, causing them to dance in panic to their massive display of power. Once the black column dropped down upon her foe, however, that dance came to a deadly end – the trees were uprooted and exploded outward to create more space for the two fighters to work with. Pluto did not stop her attack, like she knew she could not, and she felt her dagger like finger poke into hardened steel and could even hear the clang of metal even though both fighters were not made of such material.
Damn. He got stronger which caused her to smack her teeth at the revelation. With pomposity he bellowed down for her to try again, and she retorted easily just before the bell rang. “With pleasure,” she stated as the magical bell rung to lock him in place. This gave her the time she needed to bring her power to that focal point, smashing it into his toughened exterior and bringing him to a knee.
That brought a grin to her face. “Want me to keep trying, you big bastard!?” She rushed at him, breathing heavily as she did. Her aim was to get to him quickly and continue the assault, but he was quicker than she realized in that form. He was already swinging his enlarged blade at her attempting to behead her from behind. With a burst of fire, flames engulfed the entire area in an attempt to incinerate both him and his blade, the force of it knocking his blade off course from her neck.
“YOU TRY AGAIN,” she yelled as she dashed upward to attempt a delivered uppercut to his chin with aims to send the colossal into the air. It would look rather strange from a far and would be as if a grown man was fighting a super powered flea. She dashed after him and gave her body a twirl so that she could deliver a heavy round house kick. Pluto grunted as her flight path arced like a rainbow, to get behind him and she swung her backhand as hard as she could to send him right back to the ground, with intent to send in deep into Toffit’s ground.
“NOT DONE WITH YOU,” she said and immediately dashed downward so fast her imaged stretched before she vanished. She would appear in-front of his chest and reached her hand up and form a physical lance, green electrical energy sparking from her palm as she conjured it. She then held up her other hand and sparked another lance to life before driving both down toward his chest with aims to pry it wide open to see his heart. If that wasn’t enough, she cupped her hands right after unleashing them, green energy flashing about the battlefield like a rave. With a thrust and a mighty yell, she unleashed the devasting beam of energy directly at him and sending her skyrocketing up into the sky. The explosion rocked the planet once again and the battlefield had become completely barren from the force of it.
Pluto then reached again into her cloak, and she flicked the bell this time. The tone wasn’t as painful as before but as it raped his ears it would send pulses of annoyances through his body to lock it up every now and again for a time. He was fighting a Librarian, and if this was his first time then he surely would remember what they were capable of. After ringing the bell, Pluto outstretched her hand and placed her free hand on her arm to stabilize it.
Power concentrated itself at the center of her palm, hot and dark green. It was much darker than the beam she shot earlier. It had much more concentration as well, humming a fine tune of terror. When she unleashed it, the blast itself dropped fast as if a bomber plane had unleashed it. Gravity took hold and brought it down to where she thought the primeval would be, but that didn’t’ matter. The nature of the technique would leave little room for escape. Once it contacted something the ground rumbled, and shook, before a massive explosion grew from the epicenter to engulf everything around them. A Dark green dome of energy could even be seen from miles, Chaos and Joseph feeling the shock of the blast itself all the way from the other end of Toffit.
Once the dome had faded away and the dust cleared – there would be nothing, but a mile wide crater left behind from its destruction, and nowhere for the primeval to hide. That made it easier for her to track him and she continued this trend of hyper aggression by turning herself into a missile. Her green aura cloaked her, and her image stretched itself until she looked like a beam of energy herself, rushing toward him with an intent to drive right through him. If she slammed into him, or through him, Pluto would slide to a stop and dash toward him again. She wasn’t tired. She wasn’t done. Pluto was just that damn aggressive and if she could get him in close quarters, she did not care about his size – the taller they were the harder they fell.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 13, 2022 9:59:20 GMT -5
Even now, even when the Primeval had taken the liberty of showing this unholy state of his, once again roaring with fervor to allow the flames of hell to toughen him up, the woman still managed to prevent herself from getting hurt. As Urizen's blade swung through the air, it suddenly got halted by a barrier of flames, which as the metal touched upon it, spewed flames into his direction with great ferocity. However, he had undergone the grueling training of the Fire Temple on Cauldron, no mere mortal flame could show its full power in his presence after all, though what came after those flames were quite a bit more effective, as the Primeval could feel his teeth snapping upon each other when the woman's fist collided with his chin with so much verve and force that the colossal being was actually being lifted off of his feet and while he was thus in a rather uncomfortable and helpless state, Urizen could feel the woman's foot bury itself into his chest.
As if on cue, she seemed to finish off that particular combination of attacks with a backhand on the back of his head, slamming the Primeval back to the ground where he landed on all four before once more sinking to one knee again. Letting out a grunt, the massive demonic figure rose back to his feet, looking up at the woman with a certain coldness within his gaze.
As the woman moved towards him, she would find it rather hard to hit him with her techniques, for each time she launched one of those green lances constructed out of her own energy, his massive body seemed to almost be untouchable, for while she created those green lances and rushed down towards him, he vanished from sight, allowing Pluto to pass his position harmlessly without even scratching him, at which point he'd simply reappear in the exact same position, taunting her with an eerie sounding chuckle. Even when she cupped her hands in order to fire off a massive beam of energy towards him, she would be able to see the massive figure unharmed within the cloud of smoke and debris, as he had once again managed to evade the incoming beam and the subsequent explosion by simply moving much closer to Pluto's current position.
From where he stood, with the cloud of dust and debris slowly settling, Urizen could see that the wild child was not yet done. He could once again see her using that bell, yet the ringing was much less invasive than earlier, though still resulting in feeling stifled and uncomfortable. Yet, it did not matter...nothing mattered after all, not at this point in time at least.
In response to the sudden spike of energy the primeval could feel coming from the child's direction. As the demonic figure looked up and could see the large accumulation of energy in the sky, he raised his free arm, pointing with his index finger at the massive orb of energy the child was forming and started to charge a large mass of black energy in front of said stretched-out finger which seemed to draw in the very light surrounding it. When he finally felt confident enough in the strength of his own technique, he launched the mass of black energy toward the incoming orb of energy Pluto had thrown down toward him. After mere moments, the resulting enormous explosion in midair after the two blasts collided; created a sudden shockwave that shattered trees, cracked the ground, and displaced the clouds in the sky.
With once again dust and rubble being whipped up around him, one would argue that it was hard to locate anything on sight, but Pluto had been so aggressive and so wild, that he could sense her energy from miles away, feeling how she came closer to him with great speed, Urizen closed his eyes, only to open them again when the cloud of dust and debris got forcefully disturbed by Pluto crashing down towards him. Shifting his weight ever so slightly, the demonic figure swung his hand toward her, aiming to slap Pluto aside and redirect her dive towards him, allowing her to crash into the ground rather than into...or possibly even through him.
Seeing just how relentless she was, the Primeval silently complimented the woman's tenacity. Yet as she once again charged towards him, this time he would meet the challenge head-on, stomping with one foot on the ground to grip his blade with both hands in order to swing it overhead into a downward slash aimed to cleave Pluto in twain, followed by a diagonal upwards slash which was intended to try and cut off the top half of her body. Whether or not this worked or not didn't matter though, as the Primeval would swipe with his massive sword low to the ground once more, this time aiming to cut away the legs upon which the woman was standing.
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Post by Puar on Nov 13, 2022 12:18:20 GMT -5
There was something off about the primeval now, she quickly observed. His frame felt stronger than before as she hit against it, what changed? His movements were a bit more primal and didn’t seem backed by intelligence like before – there was rawness in his movements even if they were quick. They weren’t as precise. He went unharmed by her second rush to her surprise. As she hung in the air and fired her blast, he met it with ease but that only added to the destruction of the battlefield. All the while, she analyzed him. His movements were off with its determination, and he was more silent and less intimidating – his charismatic and haughty aura diminished. That was something worth taking advantage of.
He had become tougher it seemed, but there seemed to have been a cost to it. Pluto wasn’t one to waste time, however, and that was known at this point. She dashed at him, and he was prepared for her. Unfortunately for him, she held the advantage and there was ease in how she sidesteps his downward cleave. With her eyes still focused on his hips and wrist, she ducked under the diagonal slash and retaliated immediately with two dagger like pokes from her fingers to his wrist.
Again, she took advantage of his newly found sluggishness to his mental capacity and jumped over his blade, finding his movements far too easy to read at this point. She didn’t imagine it at all. He slowed down mentally. Once her feet touched the ground she burst forward and she clenched her fists before raining eight quick strikes against his chest once again, her eyes more focused on his bladed arm than anything else. She was prepared for the attempted bite of his sword.
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Post by Pagoma on Nov 13, 2022 17:29:32 GMT -5
I don’t have much to add this early. Good developments into the battle and keeping things interesting as we go.
DAMAGE REPORT
Ur’Alcyonis: 32.10%
Puar: 0.0%
RP REPORT
This round I’m going to give to Puar. You’re both obviously good story tellers and I had to scrutinize to find anything. That said, I think I slightly preferred Puar’s intro and noticed a couple early grammatical things from Ur’.
Puar gets +15% all for next three posts.
…Carry on!
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 14, 2022 7:06:20 GMT -5
The primeval's eyes had dulled, his aura growing colder and less 'alive' than normal. If anything, it could be said that fighting him now would feel like fighting a program rather than a person. To say his movements had gotten sluggish and he had gotten less responsive was probably a grave mistake in the long run, for intuity was replaced by reflex and ruthless retaliation, something Pluto would experience quite soon. While the demonic figure hardly reacted to the fact that his sword swing missed the woman once again, his rather dulled and unfazed response to Pluto's counterstrikes hitting him might've probably been a good indication that with the lowered 'self', so too did the irrational emotional response that came with such trivial things as self-preservation, making his reactions perhaps that tad bit less predictable as the situation devolved into a brawl. Flipping the blade in his hand, the Primeval now held the Xodus in a reverse grip, sliding aside by shifting his weight ever so slightly to the left in order to avoid her next set of strikes, only to swiftly swing his arm to the side to slam the back end of his blade into the woman's gut. This was immediately followed by the demonic figure arching backward in order to avoid the third set of strikes and in his reflexive response, he lunged toward his opponent with the pommel of his sword once again, this time aiming to smash the woman's facial structure to resemble a Picasso painting.More strikes landed upon the demonic figure, pushing him backward, forcing him to look down at where he was struck for a moment and huff ever so slightly. With no words or expression, the Primeval grabbed a hold of his blade with both hands tightly around the hilt, suddenly launching himself forward in order to swing down the blade with brute strength and speed, once again aiming to cleave Pluto in twain from her head to her groin, but despite the ferocity and straightforward nature of this slash, the demonic figure would not let his blade tough the ground, instead instantly shifting his own weight and his grip onto the blade in order to follow up the downward strike with a diagonal upward slash towards the woman. Even with what the woman seemed to perceive as lowered intelligence and responsiveness, the Primeval's base instincts remained, further strengthened by the onslaught he had to deal with at her hand, his instincts screamed that she posed a threat to him and forced him to push forward relentlessly, like a hound trained to never let go of a target. Lowering to the ground, the demonic figure seemed to hunch forwards as if he were standing on all fours, instantly vanishing from sight in order to reappear right above the woman, slamming down the blade onto her position without holding back even a single ounce of his power and as he himself would land on the ground, he rapidly shifted the trajectory of the blade to swipe low against the ground in the intention to cut the woman's legs right from underneath her. With a roar, the Primeval would launch himself towards Pluto again, practically pouncing on her like some wild, ferocious animal only to vanish from sight once again and reappear behind her, swinging the blade backwards with the intent to hit her hard in the back with the flat side of the sword with all his might...
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Post by Puar on Nov 14, 2022 10:13:38 GMT -5
His automaton movements caught her. Pluto had little time to prepare for the swing which smashed into her gut and breaking her stride and concentration. Oh no child that won’t do. He isn’t even thinking anymore. Pluto twitched at the sentence. It was her own subconscious speaking to her slipping through the cracks in the mental barrier she created to ward off those thoughts. The ring used that one strike that finally hit the woman as a vault to get into her head, that was how weak this human body was in comparison to an otherworldly being. She felt the hit as if she were a mere normal human and that blade was a wrecking ball. It was enough to break her concentration and the Ancient Constructor that had a portion of her soul in the ring slipped out. This isn’t how you take care of beings like this. A bright white light cocooned Pluto like the silk of a spider as his next strike came towards her face, smashing into the light hard and forceful. It created the chiming sound of a tiny bell upon impact and the light cracked to show that she changed, something Urizen knew well that she did. This change was different and a bit familiar if his mentality could still actually use memory. She quickly grabbed onto her nose in pain from the hit, her face remaining intact but not without a broken nose she had to fix. “ Ouch,” she whimpered out. Her style did not deviate from how Pluto’s was, even though this was seemingly an entirely different woman. She wasn’t the blue cat that was Puar nor was she the dark-skinned human who was Plutonia. Distora was different in both looks and feel. She was ancient. She did not feel like a demon, even though many classified her as such. She undeniably felt angelic and celestial, despite her looks. She had the same aura that Kai’s would. She was considered a constructor after all. So many sought out after destroyers that they forget the importance of the ones that fix things or create things. A god of shapeshifting if you will. That is what Distora was in her time – but now she has been reduced to a portion of her power in a ring. It was a similar story as Tiquan, and this one was in a weaker body. Pity. She landed her strikes on him after his beautiful counter, her sharp, blue, feline eyes analyzing him with a cat’s curiosity. Her ears perked and moved like radio antennae that were picking up incoming transmissions and her tail sway about, frantic, and as if she were ready to pounce but holding it all back. A bright white aura exploded from her body, toughening up her soft body as much as she could to take in his punishment. Her eyes widened with eager to feel the bite of his massive sword and what it could do to her super powered body. A battle did not feel well without there being damage dealt. She opened her arms as if she wanted an embrace and his deadly slices massacred her body as they should have. A cut downward from her head to groin. Another slanted cut upward. He vanished and she followed his every movement, much like how cats did in their creepy way. She looked up to see his massive form crashing down upon her body, forcing her into the ground with a crack, breaking the ground like an egg. Strike after strike into her body, and if it weren’t for her being a super powered being he would have seen only a smear of blood where she should be. But instead, he saw blood and a body covered in it. A body that rose out of the blood and gripping her body to embrace the pain he had just delivered her. “ Not bad,” she said in a snooty and seductive voice. “ Not bad at all.” She took hold of her back, the last strike hitting her there and then stretched, the sounds of her spine crackling going off. She then leaned forward just like a cat would, her tail straightening as she stretched so more. She rolled the stretch, to give her back some more attention and she shook her body violently which magically – be it with comical anime effects – flung all the blood from her to show a body that almost looked untouched. Of course, that was only flair. A normal fighter would not be able to hide the cuts and bruises and if he managed to have cut a limb off – well she couldn’t hide that either. But Distora was one that had to keep up an image! Why should she show him she was harmed? He would know. It was up to her to apply the proper make up and look as cute as possible. She held her hands out, and bracers clicked onto her wrists. “ So, I take it you are the one causing the civil revolt on Toffit? I suppose I should be a good girl and stop you, nyah?” Snooty. Snooty. Snooty. He wanted her to be a good girl and die, but Distora knew that good girls didn’t do that. Oh no. They fought the big bad evil and put them in jail, or something to that effect. Her eyes lowered as energy leaked from the bracers and covered her entire body in a very dark, murky, purple illuminance. Her power level spiked, and it felt like gravity had increased itself under the pressure of her increased power. In a burst, she left behind an image for him to look at and hopes that he could not tell she moved. “Boo!” she said suddenly behind him while throwing her clenched fist like a hammer to the top of his spine. The strike would send a shockwave of immeasurable power through his body potentially crushing vital organs and the like. And then another hammer strike from her other fist. And another. She started to drum against his body like a crazy drummer in a death metal band, her expression changing to match the extremes of the analogy. One could hear the drumming as if she were doing a drum solo, laughing aloud as she began to enjoy the attempted relentless assault. If he had somehow moved, well the assault would decimate the ground and begin to shed away Toffit’s mantle and display magma, a planet’s blood source. Her attack would shake all Toffit, the ones in the civil war and the ones who battled elsewhere would all feel her power as she attempted to terraform both Urizen and Toffit. After her drumming session, she looked to Urizen and pointed all her fingers at him as if she wanted to grab him and out shot a pure beam of energy. This was not a normal beam however, and it pierced through everything it touched. Her eyes were wildly large, yet her lips were somber and plain. It was hard to tell what emotions she was trying to display as her attack rushed at insane speeds toward him, with intent on penetrating through his chest.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 14, 2022 21:07:25 GMT -5
With but a growl, the bestial Primeval acknowledged the change in the woman's shape, appearance, behavior, and perhaps most importantly the energy's scent, which crawled up his nose just like a foul odor would. Even when this new form mentioned the civil war that he had started in order to finalize his deal with the Archangel Aubriel, the demonic beast only momentarily glanced toward the direction of the capital of Toffit, merely letting out a huff in annoyance. This little reaction showed that underneath the veneer of having lost all his mental faculties, he indeed still had his memories and that this fact was something one had to be careful of, for the fact that he still had those also meant that he was not as mindless as would be previously thought by Pluto. "Smells like...a kai," The beast suddenly stood back upright, bending through his legs and raising his arms next to him, letting an insanely large roar that would be heard even all the way in the capital, his aura instantly bursting into a wild and volatile black void which seemed to be swallowing up the very light around them like a black hole. His bones cracked and reshaped themselves, his form more closely resembling the monster that had waged war all across the multiverse and had plunged multiple civilizations into obscurity and decay. "...Disgusting...As soon as he seemed to have uttered those words in a snarling growl, the strange new woman managed to catch him off guard. Coated as she was with that purple-ish energy which seemed to vastly increase her speed, she managed to suddenly get behind him while seemingly attempting to throw him off with what could at best be called a rather playful 'boo'. However, not wishing to test out whatever this woman might be having up her sleeves, Urizen simply chuckled as he allowed himself to fall forwards into what looked like a tear in the fabric of space and time, allowing the nothingness within to consume him and close behind him, leaving Distora without a target to pummel into dust. However, as he reappeared out of thin air, it seemed that she had other plans than just letting it slide, this time allowing a blade to swiftly stretch the distance towards him. While the primeval growled and grumbled to himself for noticing that the strange woman had prepared such a technique, he himself let out a roar. "Flames...speed!!"While his body once more got enveloped by infernal silver flames, a blue shimmer had already surrounded him, allowing him to smile as he moved his upper body to the side in a flash, only narrowly dodging the sword constructed out of energy, which first did look like it had punctured him, but this was merely the afterimage of his upper body, which upon contact simply vanished to reveal the truth to Distora. "Foul...blade," The monstrous being grumbled, holding out his hand towards the spirit sword and then suddenly turning his attention back towards the woman who wielded it with a wicked smile on his face. He had managed to analyze the technique in but a mere instant, despite his perceived mindlessness, he was still capable of these little tricks instinctively. Annoyed by what had transpired and by the fact this woman was...smelling like a Kai, Urizen raised a hand, quickly accumulating his black energy into his right index finger and swiping his arm through the air to launch an extremely thin and nearly invisible ki projectile toward Distora. Yet, to him, it did not matter if this did or didn't hit the woman, for it served only as but a distraction for his next move. Vanishing from his position, he reappeared to Distora's left, drawing out his blade once more in order to lunge, stab, and thrust the Xodus' large edge and sharp tip towards all of the Constructor's vital areas, working down from her neck, throat, lungs, and heart to her gut and eventually her thighs. It was fully his intent to at the very least show this new strange woman that he did not like her presence...she was too...annoying in several ways.
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Post by Puar on Nov 15, 2022 10:14:24 GMT -5
The battlefield was properly tested and failed. So much destruction, and it was actual irony that the constructor was the one that caused it. Her drumming that missed his body, decimated the lands and a cloud of dust rose around them. Toffit screamed in the form of spewing magma out of the ground. Everything around them was beginning to sink into the red rivers of death. Distora landed on the edge of the massive hole she made, and she saw he was gone. When he peaked out of his fabric tear, her eyes immediately shifted upward, and she shot that beam of light at him.
She thought she had hit him, but her pierce felt empty – he moved again. She smacked her teeth, annoyed at his ability to avoid her. “Is it Foul? I thought it to be pretty and majestic,” she said aloud. Her cat ears were sensitive, and she heard every word he said. Even when he called her by what she was, she heard that and now she took the time to snicker. She was indeed part of the Kai race. She was more of a trickster Kai though. They exiled her because of her unique and creative aspects on construction.
And she was going to demonstrate her ability to construct!
He shot a razor sharp and thin blade down at her. Many would dodge such a dangerous attack, but Distora? Nope. She snickered and she snapped her fingers right as the attack got to her face. It stopped and a puff of smoke transmuted the beam of energy into two swords made of fire. She took his energy and gave it a new face. As he appeared next to her, her eyes sharply turned to him and she was decimated by the speed and deadliness of his blade, but not without him paying a price of his own. As he struck at her vital areas, her twin swords of fire did the exact same in mimicry to his style. Her Aura also sparked to protect her as much as it could, even if it were just a little.
He sliced her neck, so did the swords.
He went to her throat, her lungs, and from her heart to her gut – and so did the twin blades of fire.
Eventually dropping down to her thighs for cuts, which she did nothing about and the swords she owned did the same to him. As he left behind slices and cuts, and stab wounds, the swords would attempt to leave behind nearly the same, but his marks would be fully cauterized by the heat of her blades. Even if he took time on the grueling volcanic world of Cauldron, pain would not escape. She should know because she had the same kind of time and training done. But after the assault, it brought her down to a knee in pain and recognition to his skill with the blade.
“Very skillful,” she mused while looking up to him. Her wounds were sealing but only on a level of cosmetics, at-least for now. While she bowed to him, she took in all the damage she had taken and held her hand out to construct a pill, one that she popped into her mouth. When she did, all that damage she felt simmered away and she stood up.
She was very comfortable, even with him in her face as he should be. “So, I should ask you why did you attack me? I wasn’t here to stop your little revolt you know.”
She then constructed a pouch with a puff of smoke. She grabbed it out of the air and popped it open. Placing her lips upon the opening of the flask, she began to drink the fluid inside, her eyes rolling back in pure bliss to the chill of the liquid as it guzzled down her throat.
Then came a sigh of pure bliss and relief before she tossed the flask into the air for it to vanish in another puff of smoke. “Now that was some good juice.”
She waited to see if he would even answer her, giving just enough time to know if he would or not. Then she hopped up and would thrust her fingers forward with two hard jabs to his throat with her dangerously pointed fingernails.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 15, 2022 13:40:12 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to him, Distora had managed to transmute the energy from his daichiretsuhan technique into a rather dangerous pair of flaming blades, which when the Primeval managed to get close to the woman, ended up shielding her from his brutal assault with his massive blade, preventing the monster’s goal of seeing the woman fall to come to fruition.
However, as a lull within their battle now occurred, Urizen used the moment of silence between them to reveal that he too had the ability to self analyze his own physical issues, detriments and damage in order to optimize the healing of the Sensu, which simply seemed to appear out of nowhere when he raised his hand upwards into the air.
By consuming this little boon of health and energy, the Primeval could feel his reserve swell up once again, while his fatigue had lessened greatly. With a satisfied grunt leaving his throat, he turned his attention back toward Distora, who had apparently been quite eager to return the favor of his earlier attack with a swift and dangerous pair of jabs aimed at his throat and though he managed to swap aside the first of the jabs aimed at his throat with his massive blade swinging in the way, the second jab managed to get through his defenses, forcing him to stagger backward and cough loudly while grabbing his throat with his free hand.
” Annoying…” The beast mused, suddenly and without warning leaping upward into Distora’s direction, all the while slamming his sword down onto her position with all his might, with the intent to cleave more than just the woman with it, for it would no doubt create a large ravine in its wake.
Bending through his legs as he landed, Urizen would turn around with his free arm stretched out towards the cat-like lady, accumulating a large mass of black energy in front of the palm of his hand, which as it got launched towards Distora would be ripping and tearing its way through the battlefield, leaving nothing standing in its way before it would explode with reckless abandon and remove whatever was left standing from the manmade wasteland the two were continuing their battle in.
After this, Urizen would simply raise his free hand to the heavens, revealing a small black bell that seemed rather similar to the one Pluto had used on his earlier, yet rather than allowing it to make a ringing sound, the beast simply crushed it, sending a wave of screeching metallic sounds to reverberate across the battlefield in order to disrupt the thought processes of those who still had enough intelligence not to work on instinct.
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Post by Puar on Nov 15, 2022 15:16:58 GMT -5
She purred as she felt her fingers dig into his throat, hopefully crushing his little bean before it had a chance to live up to its full potential. She wondered why he would even consume such things in-front of her. Didn’t he know? She was the only one allowed to relax, not him. Well, that was her philosophy, and thus that was how cats thought. She was selfish and only thought of herself after all. She landed on all fours and looked up to see that he had already leaped into the air with his sword drawn back and she hissed, her tail going rigid and eyes shrinking. She constructed another blade of flaming energy but this time in her own hand and swung it at his blade. The swords clashed and a struggled ensued between the blades. As it did her aura cloaked her again to protect her from the oncoming impact.
The struggle created pressure which exerted itself outward into the air several times, as if they both were created a windstorm. “Am I annoying? I am glad to have such… an impact… on you.”
She grinned as spun off his blade, it still slamming into her shoulder and causing her to yelp. This did not stop her blade from extending and attempting a slice at his throat once again, ready to split it open and cauterize it all in one motion. Distora stumbled to the side and her eyes analyzed the ravine he created with his swing.
“Oh, my that was how much power you put behind it? And I was able to hold it off for a while? I am a pretty strong kitty,” she said before looking back to him and seeing his blast of energy being created. “Ah, are we using that again? This time on offense? I think not.”
Snap.
She snapped her finger and his energy ball vanished in a puff of smoke. Distora wagged her finger. “Try again,” she teased remembering his line from before. And then came another call back when a bell was made, and she sighed and groan. “No, you are not copying mystic are—AHHHH NYAAHHH!!”
The metallic screech destroyed her ear drums, and she easily grabbed them. Her eyes winced shut, her fur stood up on end and she found herself dropping back to all fours to shake off the annoying ringing in her head. It lingered and it would slow her down, she knew. Distora had to continue through it.
“Okay now you are annoying,” she stated as she dashed at him. She took on a fighting stance, Baji Quan, and jumped into his chest with three heavy punches to rock his breath away once again. After those punches she took in a deep breath, her aura sparking as she restored a bit of her energy.
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Post by Pagoma on Nov 15, 2022 16:53:07 GMT -5
Alrighty folks, another good round. Once again, both good stories and what not going on. This round's RP award I'm going to give to...
Drum roll...
Ur'Alcyonis: +15% All Stats for the next three rounds
Puar: RP Award ends for now
I particularly enjoyed Ur'Alcyonis' first post after my last report. All was solid, on your side too Puar, but it was too close to say one of you was really above the other, so the "tie breaker" goes to who wasn't picked last time.
Damage Report:
Ur'Alcyonis - 18.88%
(Last Report 32.1%) + (x6) QA's + Flame Shield (-25%, +10%) + (x1) Double Damage SA + Recovery from Senzu Bean
Puar - 0.0%
(Last Report 0.0%) + (x3) WA's + Kuzu Ryu Sen + Recovery from Caffeine Pill
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 15, 2022 19:34:31 GMT -5
As soon as he could see that his opponent once more created those flaming weapons, he was already on high alert. Though the primeval could no longer manage to stop his own momentum or that of his blade, he could still remove one of his hands from the hilt of his blade, quickly raising it upwards to feel the searing heat of the flaming dagger pierce the skin and flesh of his palm. There was no blood, with the wound being cauterized instantaneously by the flames, but the monster could not deny that it hurt, which was shown with a deep, teeth-gnashing grunt escaping his maw.
However, perhaps somewhat more annoying to behold, was the realization that this ‘pretty strong kitty’ as the woman described herself, was capable of erasing his technique just like he had done to hers earlier. It came as such a surprise, that for a moment, Urizen could only look at his hand in shock.
This moment of shock did not seem to take long though, as but moments before she would have the chance to unleash another assault of her own upon him, the instincts within the beast’s mind roiled, his thoughts and memories clashing and drawing out even more innate power, while his body attempted to adjust and adapt to this increased power, the influence of Shalem’s magicks keeping it all in check.
With a loud roar, the bone and flames which seemed to be constituting his current form shattered, while the dark and terrible energy cloaked whatever was underneath, mixed with the golden, flaring energy of his original essence; forming a more slender, yet in a way far more terrifying form, which once again seemed to show a shift in the being’s demeanor…as he stood there silently while the cat lady charged at him, throwing quite a few heavy punches in an obvious attempt to force the air out of his lungs.
He took the punches in stride, staggering backward, his weight crunching upon the rubble and debris underneath. Urizen’s faceless head seemed to turn its attention to the cat lady for a mere moment.
”Existence…denied,” Letting go of the sword he had been carrying and allowing it to float strangely next to his hip, the primordial being raised both hands in the air, holding them in front of him as he gathered a massive amount of energy in each of his palms, silver flames coiling around a near void-like mass of black energy. With but a soft grunt escaping his throat, the energy in each hand was pushed forward, coursing through the air in the form of two large beams which each arced into a different direction before homing into their target, aiming to collide upon each other in epic fashion with Distora at the epicenter of their collision.
Yet, where it would have looked like this would be enough to erase one’s existence completely, Urizen seemed not to be content with just one attack, deciding to play for keeps. His hands slammed together, his fingers suddenly appearing to vanish as they started to tear into the very fabric between time and space, ripping open a hole to the space between dimensions. At this point, the primordial being took a step backwards and opened his right hand, holding it upwards towards the hole he had created in the fabric between time and space, at which point a small, glistening gem filled with ancient energy seemed to draw out an insane amount of power from the dimension beyond the borders of the universe and when this gem shattered, it unleashed an enormous amount of corrosive and poisonous black fog, which rolled over the ground like an unholy tsunami of black muck and mist, consuming all in it’s path as it continued to spread across the entire battlefield and even beyond. ”...Fall…”
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