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Post by Puar on Nov 15, 2022 23:23:16 GMT -5
This being was unstable and continued to change and change. Distora could understand with great merit the need to be undecisive in one’s appearance and what could and couldn’t hold their power. She could tell that Urizen was testing the limits to how much power he could expel without obliterating himself. It was amusing to the cat like Kai. Her ears only twitched in interest and entertainment He had gone through yet another change in this battle, in dramatic fashion, trying to scare her with his intimidating form.
A peacock if you will. That is what she saw it as and she could easily do the same to him. She too could attempt to push her body to limits she knew they could not handle, but at what cost would it be? She very much liked her body as it was, and she was very peculiar about her appearance at that. There was no other reason for her to maintain the shine of her jewelry, the perfection of her mascara, or the hiding of her cuts and bruises with her construction magic.
After her assault, Distora doing a few fancy backflips for space, he looked down to her and denied her existence? Oh? Well, we shall see about that!
“Bring it on big guy,” she purred, and she hunched over into her cat stance again and her hair changed from its pretty blue to a bloody red, along with an outline of a red aura around her body. The fur on her ears and tail matched the same coloring. She looked ready to pounce, with her tail and butt wiggling in anticipation. “What do you have for me?”
Two beams were created. Both Dangerous. Both searing the moisture in the air with its heat and creating steam trails as they arced around to try and sandwich Distora between them like clapping hands. Before they could touch her, however, she vanished leaving behind nothing and they crashed into each other in an explosive collision. She appeared several yards away from the contact point of the blasts, and still on all fours. Her tail wiggled and wagged as she continued to wait him out.
Her eyes focused on his every move, and her muscles twitching at every moment in anticipation. He created a hole, one that didn’t lead to anywhere in this world and pull a gem out. Distora’s senses set off alarms in her head and throughout her body and she instantly vanished again, just as the gem was shattered. As the black fog poured onto the ground to consume everything that was still living (if there was anything left) she had safely dashed upward into the skies and hung there to watch as the mist attacked and corroded everything below.
She glared down at the energy and the way he used his attacks. Where did he pull that from? Who was this creature? Distora was playful at the beginning, and she was condescending. She had felt the level of power from this being and knew he was stronger, but she felt she had the upper hand with sheer strength and technique. But as she watched his mist of death rob the battlefield of life on the ground, her impressions changed.
Her demeanor changed.
Her resolved changed.
“I can’t play around anymore,” she stated to herself. She waited until the mist had cleared, but she wanted to strike before he realized that she was not on the ground to soak in his death smog. She dropped out of the sky aiming right for his body like a missile, her head leading first. Each level of momentum that she gained caused a break in the sound barrier before she attempted to smash right into the side of his torso with her head, looking to continue going until she touched the ground.
When she hit the ground, on all fours, the ground would crack and sink. There was very little ground left with all the holes, craters, and ravines they had made with their bout – but there still was some. She would then push off the ground, her red aura flashing away with a small pang of pain that she could ignore. This time she would rush toward his forehead with her own head, straightening her body to a stand in midair.
Her goal was to grab hold to those horns on his head, hooking them, if need be, and slamming her head repeatedly into his own with an unimaginable force of power for such a small being in comparison.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 16, 2022 7:39:46 GMT -5
Despite all the effort, it took to make his attempt on taking her down, it looked like the cat lady was still capable of avoiding any and all damage from the techniques he had been using. Without uttering as much as a word, the Primeval's attention was practically glued onto the cat lady, showing that he did no longer find himself to be superior in any way to this strange woman. His instincts screamed that she was dangerous enough to destroy the vessel he was sending his essence to, which in truth was a rather uncomfortable predicament to the Primeval, as he had yet to enact his Legion plan. Because of this realization, he didn't wait even one moment after he had unleashed his corrosive fog upon the land to raise his hands towards the heavens, before cocking both his arms with a deep grunt, allowing the black shrouded skin to toughen up and seemingly crystalize in anticipation to what he expected to be yet another physical onslaught on his being.
His instinctive reasoning ended up being the correct call, for as Distora managed to avoid any and all damage from his techniques, she literally attempted to hammer home a victory, rushing toward Urizen with a greater speed than she had wielded before...bar maybe the moment she had utilized that constructed weapon of hers. Not allowing the Primeval to react or avoid her onslaught, he could feel her grabbing him by the large protruding horns on his head before she landed one after the other of her insanely strong headbutts onto his skull, creating cracks in the hardened skin, shaking the insides of his skull like scrambled eggs.
At long last when she was done, Urizen seemed to be standing rather shaky on his legs, staggering left and right while he held onto his head with his left hand, raising his right arm in front of him, almost as if he was still trying to shake off the woman. However, instantly his head snapped upwards at attention, turning itself straight towards Distora, while his right arm suddenly swiped through the air to fire off another of those thin, nearly invisible projectiles made of his Ki, only to follow this up with a second of these projectiles being launched at her, both with the intent to slice through her gut.
Though that was not nearly all, for the Primeval suddenly hunched over, the solid skull cracking and tearing open into what resembled a maw lined with jagged teeth. His chest started to glow, then his throat, and all of a sudden, a torrent of black flames burst out of Urizen's maw into Distora's direction; and when those flames had already been sent out, his chest and throat started to glow again, allowing him to fire off a nearly simultaneous second torrent of flames into the cat lady's direction, fully intending on keeping her at a distance.
To make good on this thought of keeping this strange and quite oppressive woman away, the beast raised his hand towards him, opening his palm while letting out an eerily guttural sound akin to a chuckle, suddenly throwing a small glass vial towards the cat lady filled with a colorless liquid, which when it dropped and cracked open near Distora, would spread a rather pungent smell in the air, but it would without question smell nice and nearly intoxicating to someone who did refer to herself as...a strong kitty...
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Post by Puar on Nov 16, 2022 10:00:04 GMT -5
Distora curled into a ball and rolled backwards until she landed on the ground on all fours again and looked up to see him reeling from her headbutts. Good. He could feel her, and she was becoming more and more satisfied, but she did not forget the attack from earlier and what it meant. This was no ordinary demon, and she was still worried about what he could do. She could still smell that horrid stench of rot and decay which poured out of that torn fabric and if she looked hard enough at where he ripped the space, she could still see it trying to mend itself back closed, knowing that it must keep those dangers between dimensions away. His head snapped to attention, and she instantly gave him her own notice, looking towards him. He fired two thin slices of fast energy once again, and her response was to hold her hand out and construct a steel wall. The strikes slowed down, one more than the other, but still impacted her body and causing her to hiss in pain. She felt a slice on her gut, and only hoped it didn’t go too deep. With the last remnants of the steel wall, it being sliced into pieces, she used them against the black flames which spewed in her direction. She braced for the pain they brought, also being a warrior that danced in the temple of fire as well, and she lunged forward between the steel wall blocks. He attempted to keep her at distance, but it was futile. She was aggressive and reckless. The pain of the flames engulfed her body, but she tensed for them, holding a guard with crossed hands until she got near his throat. Once she was there, she fanned her arms out to disturb the flow of flames and all four fingers and thumb on both hands pointed at him. It was a total of 48 strikes, 16 at firs t and then 32 to follow, which she jammed into his throat at insane speeds. At the end of it, she allowed gravity to take hold of her instead of wasting energy to fly and fell to the ground. The wound on her gut was properly cauterized, but any sudden movements could reopen the wound, she knew. Her breaths gained more pace, the battle had gone on quite long and the two warriors were each showing the signs of how much struggle each have gone through to maintain their dominating presence. It was only a matter of time before one or the other would finally wane. “Why are we even fighting again,” she yelled up to him. Even so, she wasn’t one to give up. She was too dominant and would need proper subjugation, and she could sense the same for him. They were two alphas – neither with the resolve to quit and she very much enjoyed that. She could only find herself defeated by another alpha, and even though she would be disappointed with herself in a defeat, she would know that it took an equal to do defeat – Sniff. Sniff.
Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Her head jerked and her ears pinned upward in utter confusion. What was that smell. Her senses betrayed her. Distora found herself wandering off toward the smell and she started…. Rolling around and rubbing her back into the ground itself, completely zoned out but…she also was starting to feel her energy rising and restoring. Just for a moment she completely forgot about the fight—she forgot about Urizen and everything around her for the moment unless something happened that pulled her senses right out of it. But for right now, this was bliss she could not explain, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth in pure trance. Urizen could even hear the rumbling purring quite clear coming from her.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 16, 2022 14:28:10 GMT -5
So much seemed to happen, with the cat-lady still managing to be as slippery and sly as well...a cat. Weaving and constructing great steel walls to safeguard herself from the danger Urizen's projectiles no doubt posed, but even going so far as to retaliate when he unleashed his fury in the form of his fiery breath. Even in this hugely diminished mental state, the Primeval could feel a certain discomfort starting to creep at the back of his mind. While he had been fairly certain that he could beat this mere woman at first, the longer their battle lasted, the more the planet shuddered underneath the onslaught of their individual techniques and attacks, and the less certain the beast became of its own victory. The maw which had just appeared as his skull cracked open on the lower part started to let out another guttural and eerie-sounding chuckle, the beast's head tilting sideways when it could see the woman's retaliation in the form of repeated jabs towards his throat. Yet when he shook his head, he noticed that Distora had only just jumped towards him, making him understand that what he saw was a prophecy, the fact that they had been fighting for quite a while now had made him get accustomed to her fighting style in a sense, his calculative nature still present despite the lack of most of his mental functions. When the real Distora managed to reach him, all he had to do was skid backward over the ground in order to avoid her incoming jabs, throwing his blade upwards to deflect the majority of those jabs as well, since he couldn't be too safe in this case. Yet, when all was said and done, it was a bit of a fun moment for the monstrous being to see how the cat lady lived up to her exterior looks and got captivated by the vial's contents wafting in the air around her, most likely dulling her senses just as much as his own demonic will had done to him. This was thus, the opportune moment to strike, and strike he would. "Flames of hell...agility!!" His raspy, unnatural voice rang throughout the battlefield while silver flames erupted out of his body, covering the usual golden parts of his body and seemingly strengthening his legs. However, those weren't the only flames that erupted, as his blade turned into a mass of silver flames as well, burning the very air away, melting the ground underneath. "I will bring you...Damnation."Like a madman, the Primeval launched himself towards the strange woman, ripping the ground open with each step he took, leaving a trail of molten rock and burned dirt in his wake. With his sword held behind him in his left hand, the demonic figure rushed forwards at blinding speed in order to catch the cat lady off-guard. He started with a wide swing coming from the left, the heat of both his body and his sword enough to make the air all fussy and shimmering to make it much harder to get a grip on the actual speed and direction of the sword's arc through the air, making it a bit harder to block or dodge the incoming strike. Allowing the momentum of his movement to do its job, the Primeval spun around in order to attempt to strike the woman from the same direction again, before quickly shifting his weight, leaning forward in order to allow himself to counteract the momentum this time, cocking his arms to make a sudden forward thrust with his blade in order to try and skewer the cat lady if the earlier two strikes had not done their job properly. Not done yet, Urizen lept into the air, aiming to once more allow the weight of his blade and the strength and size of his body to allow him to perform an earthshattering downwards strike onto Distora with all his might, letting out a loud roar as he performed this attack, all in order to force himself to use every ounce of strength, every drop of power he had to slam down his blade with reckless abandon.
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Post by Puar on Nov 16, 2022 17:02:36 GMT -5
When he yelled for his Flames of Hell to activate her eyes refocused, the effects of his aroma simmering away and bringing her back to focus – how could she lollygag at a time like this. She rolled onto her stomach and popped up on all fours once again. Her eyes feel sharp and cold as she looked up to his blade. It was covered in silver flames, flames she knew to be familiar and outright terrifying in the right hands. Were his hands, right?
Again, he spoke with poison words. Existence Erasure. Damnation. He was every bit of the typical demon that was more above than the rest. Distora could feel such a disgusting feeling in her mouth as if phlegm had seeped onto her tongue. Just as Kai’s disgusted him, demons did the same for her. Foul creatures of rot and decay, what good were they? He launched at her, the ground rippling as if it were water. His charge would have sent panic through anyone, but Distora’s eyes remained forward and true with no hint of wincing in anticipation.
From her left came a swing, her eyes moving toward that direction instantly. The swing of that blade smashed violently agains an invisible bubble, the pressure it brought with it sending several cracks into it and destroying the ground directly to her right. He spun and there came another strike, but there was no movement from her – she knew what was coming. The strike smashed into the shield again and this time shards of the shield shot inward and pierced her flesh and she winced. The heat of the blade was felt, and she knew that the next strike would destroy the shield.
And his thrust did just that, but the momentum was halted by the final stand of her shield, and the tip of the blade pushed her back, her sliding onto her fours a few yards away with a hiss. Her breathing had never really stopped being so rapid – she was feeling the effects of being tired. He had room for just another move, one she saw to be familiar, and she did not the will to conjure a strong enough blade. What she conjured was a tiny shield which shattered under the weight of his blade. She held his blade in her hands, fighting to push it back after it had already impacted her body.
Her teeth flashed as she grunted. She attempted to force the blade from sending her to the ground. “I’m done with you,” she stated and almost in a tone of finality. She would try and push the blade upward hard to throw him off guard and she ran at him bipedally. Her index and middle finger joined her thumb like ice picks, and she began to chip away at his body with hard, powerful strikes with those fingers. She had specific aims as she moved around his massive frame. She jumped, flipped, side stepped, and danced around his body. As Distora did so, she assaulted his body with dagger like stabs of her fingers with intent to block his flow of ki and attacking his central nervous system. Her movements were sporadic, and her finger strikes were insanely fast.
Before Urizen knew it, she had amassed 160 strikes on his body if he allowed that so, showing him no mercy. Her eyes had lost all its playful sheen. Her lips went numb and just as he had done – she had gone completely off instinct and there was no joy in what she did. The prying and peeling of his body, didn’t come to no great satisfaction and there was no sign of when she would even stop trying to peel him like an inexperience cook peeling potatoes.
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Post by Pagoma on Nov 16, 2022 23:05:31 GMT -5
Alrighty, folks. Good round with some traded blows and some actual damage done to both sides. It's probably closer than you guys may even realize  . RP-wise, I continue to enjoy both sides but am going to give this round to Ur'Alcyonis. I enjoyed your use of the Magic Perfume and just thought overall this round were solid reads. You continue to have your RP Award Stat Bonuses. Damage ReportUr'Alcyonis: 34.18%(Last Report 18.88%) + (x3) SA's + (x4) Hammerheads w/ Hardened Skin (-50% of DR 4.5/ea) Puar: 13.03%(Last Report 0.0%) + 10% of Barrier'd Daichiretsuzen (DR 5) + 50% of Barrier'd/AA'd Daichiretsuzen (DR 4.5) + (x2) Blocked Fire Breath (-50% of DR 3.5) + 50% of (x1) Triple Strike Action (DR 4.5 / 3) + 75% of (x1) Triple Strike Action (DR 4.5 / 3) + Aura Armor'd Rough Divide (DR 1.5) |
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 17, 2022 16:35:00 GMT -5
”Persistent…will give you that,” Urizen couldn’t believe it, for all that he had done, all he had thrown towards this woman, she was still hardly even winded. While he had been trying everything he could to take her down, she had hardly taken any damage over the course of their battle. She had swung aside devastating attacks, dodged a whole heap of strength and power coming from his end and she had not only matched his assaults, but in fact exceeded those.
To make matters even worse, now she was capable of creating a shield to stop the majority of one of his most powerful weapon techniques. However, though hopeless the situation may have started to seem, the primeval knew he was not yet on his last legs, he still had a few things up his sleeves in order to try and bend this battle in his favor.
The first of these trump cards revealed itself when the demonic being managed to conjure a small golden trinket in his hand, crushing it within his palm and allowing its divine power to cover his entire large body with a golden, shimmering bubble.
As soon as the woman’s rapid succession of jabs started to come his way, Urizen could only grin ever so slightly when she would no doubt feel how the first dozen of her attacks seemed to be like punching a pillow, their energy and strength nullified completely, the next dozen of attacks would be less burdened, yet would still barely manage to get through the shimmering, mystic layer of energy. However, by the third set the golden layer started to wane and give way, with her strikes more often than not finding their way to their target and the fifth set completely demolished the layer of gold, dispersing it completely as she started striking and even flaying him, with her sharp nails digging deep within his flesh.
Yet when she’d reach the crescendo of her combination of strikes, the monster’s hand would suddenly lash out, finally redirecting her strikes by slapping her arms aside and allow her to strike naught but air with her final combo. In retaliation though, the Primeval reached for his blade once more and started to run circles around Distora, showing that even with his large frame, he was deceptively fast, stabbing, slashing and thrusting at her with his blades in such a fashion and with such fury that it would be like a blur, a truly overwhelming experience for any lesser fighter at the very least, though Urizen wasn’t sure if this would be enough, thus as he lashed out with his blade for one last time, he jumped back and raised his right arm with his index finger and middle finger pointing towards the cat lady, hoping to catch her off guard when an enormous explosion would just suddenly erupt but an inch away from her and certainly wishing that this one explosion would rock her hard enough to think about what would follow…
What would follow through, was merely the primeval resting his hand on his blade, which momentarily shone with a golden sheen and seemed to reinvigorate his health. He even managed to gather part of said energy into his hand, raising it to his maw and gulping it down, allowing the healing energy to do more than just invigorate his power, but also his ki. For he had lost quite a lot of both his ki and it was showing that he was losing stamina quite fast…
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Post by Puar on Nov 18, 2022 15:09:56 GMT -5
She didn’t speak back at his motion of calling her persistent. She could no longer waste breath with speech. This body was doing all it could to prevent herself from showing off the heaves of air she needed to take to remain stabilized. His analysis was true about her not taking much damage, but the damage she did take took a toll on her body more than he knew. It may have looked like she did not use as much energy as most being in this universe, and that she was more physical than them. It did not stop her stamina from being tapped into, however. She progressively noticed he was getting faster, and his hits were harder, even if she put up a front to him to show she was his equal.
Distora knew she was the underdog here. Her strikes smashed into his body and his grin told her all she needed to know about how much he felt from her. It did not stop her assault at all. She danced around his body and continued to strike him with piercing blows from her fingertips. The sounds of silenced pistol fire popped off at each blow, and eventually she began to feel his flesh. Her eyes grew wide with excitement, even if her lips dare not to budge to a grin.
She thought him to be invincible for the moment, but she saw the progression and it motivated her to strike faster….
To strike harder.
To strike brasher.
The flow of her attacks began to wane in her direction, and she saw how his body flayed to her fingernails. He was mortal after all, thank God. At the peak of her attacks, with her thinking victory was nearing, his hand smacked into her striking fingers, and she found herself striking air and completely missing him. During her miss, she gasped loudly, as if her breath had been robbed.
Her eyes flashed purple, and a premonition invaded her mindset and set off every alarm her mental capacity had. She did not wait where she was, seeing her death at the hands of his blade approaching steadfast and quickly. She had already taken note how her own speed was beginning to wane, but she made a play on his reaction time versus her own. His body was moving automatically without putting his own thought into it.
She knew it could not anticipate movement properly on the offensive as it could defensively, from how the battle had gone. With her eyes still purple and her own body gaining a similar autonomous movement style, she dashed away from him.
Distora did not bother dodging individual strikes, knowing she could not keep up. Instead, she dashed away each time he caught up to her to swing. The two entities zig-zagged on the ground, but every time he started to swing, she would move instead of allowing him the luxury. When he finally tired out of chasing her, and jumping back, her psychic autonomous movement skill broke away, finishing its duty of protecting her from certain doom. He pointed at her, and she took in a deep breath and roared loudly in his direction. She sounded like a female mountain lion who bellowed at a dangerous threat and the soundwaves from it shielded her from the explosion that was mere inches away and sending the dust from the explosion outward.
She cleared the explosion completely, dropping down to a more menacing feline stance. The fur on her tail flared out and she was rumbling and hissing lowly. She sprung forward, running toward him quadrupedally. Her aura sparked off her body, turning her into a massive beam of energy. The only thing about her that was seen would be a silhouette galloping toward him. Distora lunged at him and attempted to drive both her pointed fingers into his chest, digging for his lungs.
If she hit, she would dig her fingers out of his chest, if not then she would turn around and continue to hurtle his way. Once she entered his close combat zone, Distora split into several images of herself and began to circle around him. Every so often, an image would strike at him – a false strike at that. During a few of the false strikes, however, there were two blows that were true, a heavy and undeniably strong strike to the back of his head with her claw-like fingers, and then there was a lunging elbow strike to his kidney.
The images ceased to exist for a moment, showing the real Distora charging toward him on all fours at first. She then lunged at him again, positioning her body bipedally. To those who could not keep up with the speed of the battle she vanished, but in reality, she took a burst forward. Her clawed hand tightened into a fist, and she went to drive that fist into his chest – a place she targeted all battle. She was going to attempt to knock the wind out of him with a rough shot, letting out a battle cry to put more force into the blow. If it were to connect and be the only shot to connect, it would cause a single stream of pressure to exit from his back like a speed barrier break.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 19, 2022 2:05:48 GMT -5
This battle was slowly turning into a war of attrition, and though the Primeval had no doubt used more energy in order to perform his own techniques and sustain his form, over time it had also started to become clear that despite all the power his opponent held in their overly physical attacks, their endurance was nowhere near his own.
In light of the fact that the cat lady managed to avoid his flurry of thrusts and slashes and even managed to avoid getting hurt by what he had considered the opportune time to strike with his Dirtier Fireworks technique, which he thought to have been a sure-fire strategy…alas it didn’t look like it was in the very end.
But that was not all, for when it looked like Distora was ready to try another retaliation upon him, The beast’s surrounding energy started to shimmer with a blue light, his jagged maw slightly cracking as it formed itself into a wide wicked looking grin. Just as the cat lady in her rush towards him, nearly looking like a beam of energy, were to crash into him, Urizen jumped aside, allowing a mere shimmering afterimage of himself to take the brunt of distora’s intent to cut right through the Primeval.
Sadly, while he had avoided this strong technique, what came afterwards seemed to somewhat overwhelm the beast’s senses. For when the cat lady suddenly split up in multiples of herself, the Primeval did not know which one to keep an eye on, which of these was in truth the real Distora. So it didn’t really come as a surprise to him that when he attempted to avoid any hits, he suddenly got struck at the back of his head, staggering forward in confusion and growling deeply with a growing anger within him only to have this growl turn into a wheeze when a heavy elbow strike found its way to his chest.
However, even if the illusion of the many cat ladies came to an end, there was still more to come…for it looked, now that there was but one of those cat ladies left, that she was about to throw down hard.
Holding his chest with his free arm, having quite some issues with the weight of his black blade, the monstrous being had no choice but to hold both hands forward when he saw the cat lady go straight at him in a bipedal stance, utilizing an increased speed to most likely further enhance her momentum and the strength behind the attack she was about to launch. Positioning himself narrowly within her line of attack, the Primeval poured all his strength into his arms, feeling them nearly buckle when his hands caught up with DIstora’s insanely strong hammer blow, forcing him backwards for quite a few meters, with both his arms feeling the brunt of this devastating attack.
For a moment it felt like both his arms were burning, the muscles cramping up and his tendons stinging as if someone had ran across them with a hot knife.
With this pain in his arms still fresh, it was absolutely clear that the Xodus was a bit unwieldy at this point, with too much weight behind it and in his current state, such a choice wasn’t a wise one, thus he allowed the Xodus to vanish, in its place though; a large, long, black spear appeared held within the grip of both his hands.
Letting go of his spear with one hand, the beast’s left arm rose towards his jagged mouth and as his hand reached said maw, he was already holding a large black, demonic looking horn. As soon as he blew air through it, a loud and disharmonious sound bellowed throughout the battlefield, followed by the infernal screeching and cackling of thousands upon thousands of tiny demonic and hellish minions descending upon Distora like a black cloud.
Using this no doubt distracting and disorienting swarm of minions to his advantage, the Primeval rushed towards the cat lady, lifting up high his spear and aiming to bring it down with it’s edged tip upon Distora’s left shoulder with all his might, but as he allowed his momentum to take him further, he’d turn rapidly on his feet when passing her by, once again lifting the spear and bringing it down upon the strange woman again, though this time on the other side of left shoulder, hoping that perhaps if he was lucky, this would be able to incapacitate her left arm completely and further drag the cat lady down in this war of attrition…
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Post by Puar on Nov 20, 2022 6:32:54 GMT -5
Distora chest heaved with her maw hung open to allow the air to escape her lungs much easier now. Her eyes were focused on him, watching as he switched his weaponry choice out. Her ears twitched with curiosity, especially when he conjured a spear and then even more mysteriously, he somehow had a demon horn in his hand and placed up to his lips. He blew the horn, summoning a cloud of demonic minions that swarmed her. Distora found herself swatting at the annoying creatures, hissing, and prancing about as she was completely distracted by them. During this distraction, Urizen rushed at her, and she caught on to this as his tactic just a bit too late.
The tip of his spear pierced her left shoulder, and she cried out in pain. He pressed passed her and spun around, aiming to jam through her left shoulder again, but she conjured a tiny shield against her body using her aura to take some of the momentum out of the spear tip, but that did not stop it. It didn’t penetrate her. The tip sent her forward in a stumble, clashing against something like it were metal.
She instantly turned around, the swarm of demons leaving the field of battle, and she screeched at him in anger. Distora swung both arms, her left one making her wince each time, and three blasts of energy rocketed toward his frame. She hunched over, taking hold to her left shoulder and looking toward the ground with her body surging up and down heavily. Then, from the base of her tail came a spasm wave which rolled her body like a tide up until it got to her head. She faced him and her mouth opened as she vomited out pure energy at him, her aura spiking and growing right after.
Distora let go of her shoulder, soaking in the pain now. It was numbing itself out of existence as her adrenaline ran high. This battle had gone for quite some time, and even though she wasn’t properly damaged as he was, her body showed just how damage affected her fatigue levels. With his attacks hitting harder, and hers slowly draining in strength it seemed the battle was tipping into his favor. Distora, however, was insanely strong to begin with, and that slow drain of strength would be just that – slow.
It would be a while before Urizen could feel a difference in her blows, but it would not take Distora long to feel the difference in his.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 20, 2022 8:27:48 GMT -5
He could feel his bones creak, his muscles ache and the labored breathing which had the air fill and leave his lungs in fast and irregular spurts. The battle had been taking a toll on the Primeval both mentally and physically to a limit he had not even fathomed reaching ever before. Holding himself upright by leaning on his spear, Urizen’s only comfort was that from where he was standing, this…Distora woman was in a similar predicament.
The monster had drained his reserves to the point that he wasn’t sure he could even access his most powerful techniques, making this quite the strange happenstance to be in given pushing himself, nay, his Vessel to such a degree had generally never had a welcome outcome. However, this time, it almost looked like the vessel itself was not going to fall to disrepair or decay despite pushing it to its utmost limit, making him silently thank Shalem for her help with the transference of his essence.
But the battle, despite the obvious wear and tear it brought upon both of the combatants seemed to still be ongoing, with the cat lady seemingly pushing herself with all her might to keep the Primeval on edge, even if she had a wounded shoulder, even if she was obviously having similar issues as Urizen, the fact that she pushed herself to such a degree was something the Primeval could only praise in silence.
From out of the diminishing swarm of demonic minions, the beast could see three small orbs of energy rush into his direction, but he hardly had the stamina left to even do anything, gritting his teeth as one after the other the blasts pelted his frame, nearly toppling him with each and every explosion, forcing him to collapse to one knee, his chest and his back heaving heavily, as he coughed up a black liquid which looked like it was his very own blood, splattering the dusty, debris-ridden ground. And even still, in what looked like the last throes of her defiance, the cat lady spat out an even larger blast of energy into his direction, one he knew he couldn’t take down by any regular means at this point and certainly not one he wished to feel the pain of in the state he was in.
Raising his free arm upwards, a small trinket around his right middle finger glistened when he stretched out the fingers of said hand, an invisible barrier suddenly stopping the incoming blast in its tracks, before hurtling it back towards the cat lady from which it originated. ”Heh…neat…”
Raising back to his full height, still using the spear as leverage to achieve this, the Primeval started to walk and soon after, actually run towards Distora again, allowing his chest to swell up, breathing out a large torrent of black flames as he went, followed by yet another torrent of flames leaving his maw, each with the intent to burn and distract the cat lady, while the Primeval would once again jump up into the air, spun his spear for a moment before dropping down to the ground again, using all his might to slam down the spear in the hopes of splitting Distora’s body like a ripe watermelon from her collarbone to her hips and if that wasn’t enough or if he had somehow missed his target, he’d just jump up and try it again, following up this taxing and demanding set of movements by a wild, forward thrust with the spear’s sharp tip aimed squarely at the cat lady’s chest.
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Post by Puar on Nov 20, 2022 12:46:06 GMT -5
Before she knew it, her own blast of energy smacked into her face, and she reeled back and yelped. She shook her head and rubbed her nose which stung badly from her own blast. When she looked up, Distora saw flames heading her way and held out both her hands in desperation. She absorbed the first stream of flames, her bracer glowing as it fueled her body. The second stream, she snapped her fingers and in a cloud of smoke the stream disappeared before it reached her, showing Urizen her mastery of construction and deconstruction once again, like she did with one of his other more deadlier attacks. Her body shuddered from moving too much, however, and she found herself vulnerable to his blade – at-least until she cloaked her body in a thin veil of energy, meant to protect her from the spears tip. She would protect herself from penetration, but not all its momentum would be thwarted away.
When he landed onto her, with hopes to split her in two, she instead fell onto her back and let out a roar of displeasure. He wouldn’t stop with his stabs, bent on piercing her, but her protected body prevented such. But what he did was send undeniable pain through her pain and made her squirm and holler. Her squirming and hollering continued for a second before she rolled over onto all fours and started to hiss at him. Her teeth were in full display, showing off their sharpness, and her claws were in full extension. There was anger and pain in her next scream at him, annoyed and flustered at how he brought her body to this state.
She hardly had the energy to hide her damage now, showing bruises and cuts all on her body and it had turned her into a feral feline knowing so. She was a stickler for her appearance, and she looked unsightly now.
“How dare you,” she yelled at him. “How dare you soil my image!!”
And she ran toward him, ripping the ground with her claws. She rolled forward and sprung her legs into his stomach to send him flying into the air and she coiled into a pouncing stance before springing up toward him. At the apex of his rise, him slowing down, she would plant her knee into his gut with a grunt coming from her mouth. “I was just here to collect a fucking library book!”
She clapped her hands together and drove her hands down into his back like a hammer to send him shooting down to the ground and wasted no time dropping after him. Once he hit the ground, she would stomp into his chest to send him right back onto it, hoping to create a massive crater at the strength of her drop. “You are trying to kill me over a misunderstanding!? And you got my hair dirty!?”
She waited on him to get up unless he refused somehow, if then she attempted to yank him off the ground to start yet another combination. Her claws flashed and she slashed at his stomach, again in an upward trajectory to send him into the sky once again and she flipped through the air, speeding up to catch his body for a hard slam form his clawed hand to the top of his head, hard enough to stop the flight. Like a crazed lioness she roared and began slashing at his face, her claws try to dig deep into his facial structure.
“Well then how about I horrify your already horrible face!”
She gave him one last swipe downward to expose the back of his neckline and she did a front flip to place her thighs upon his massive shoulders and take hold of his neck. Now it was time to drive him into the ground headfirst with all her might, back into the crater. The impact would be large enough to seem like a nuke sized explosion had set off. While they were in the crater, if she successfully captured him, there would be a good moment before her legs would tense around his neck to begin choking him with her powerful thighs. If he did not escape this portion of her attack, she would take hold of his head and begin squeezing the life out of him, her legs heating up like hot coals as well.
“Tap out,” she demanded if he were still trapped that is.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Nov 20, 2022 16:33:31 GMT -5
Having no more energy left to give to this fight, Urizen took it all, falling down unconscious and broken...cursing that perhaps it was time to change his entire idea on what to focus on when in combat.
A1-5: surrender
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Post by Puar on Nov 20, 2022 16:52:02 GMT -5
She tightened her thighs until she could no longer feel his struggle -- until he was completely unconscious. It was then that she loosened up her grip and rolled over and let out a sigh of relief and one that exuded out all of her adrenaline and caused her to feel all of her pain shimmer throughout her entire body. This battle was close. Pluto knew she needed to tap into her Distora persona for this one. She sighed while she rested and then she perked up with her ears twitching. She had a job to do. She rose to her feet and closed her eyes. She locked in on Chaos' signature and she took to the skies leaving the primordial there to think about his life. She had a library book to collect.
Meanwhile, two Galactic Patrol members dropped down, beaming from their ship, one of them falling on their face. "OOOUCH, Kiyooone. Why didn't you warn me?"
The two women hovered over the unconscious primordial, the one known as Kiyone frowning. "Yea, this is the one. He started the civil war and breaking all sorts of Galactic Laws. Mihoshi quit whining and cuff him..."
The one known as Mihoshi, while whining -- did so.
Action: Send him to Prison!!
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