Post by Deleted on May 6, 2019 0:55:50 GMT -5
Yamato: Champion 2, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
Azazel: Combat Rune, VR Octagon
Azazel: Combat Rune, VR Octagon
YamatoToday at 9:20 PM
Finally, he got the hang of this gem.
He was able to fall into another dimensions with the trick of this orb and meet other people if they also had one. It was nifty, but he never really understood how to work it himself unless unconsciously summoned by someone. But now, with the help of his brother Akito, he figured out its means. The Van Eltia was still stationed at Cactaylisma for the time being, working with his Captain -- or husband -- and the crew with earnings on the planet. But, he felt his fingers itching. Tarble wasn't around to train with and there was one person in-particular he hadn't really gotten to know much yet.
While he learned about the man the last time the gem took him to that space, he didn't get to know him in another sense. He never got to fight him. Tarble and Yamtao were pretty strong in their own right, but they've never really met people stronger than them, at least not yet. Azazel was different. He was an ally, but that absolute power that he felt from the man was something he wanted to challenge. Yamato had always been a fighter since birth, always getting into trouble up until he met Tarble. At first, he worked as a soldier on Earth's military, only to later become a mercenary after running from the government that was catching onto what exactly he was.
The demon was teleported to the dimension once again, the darkness overwhelming before greenery flew around them. The skies were bright and a house was seen in the distance. It was a familiar place to him, but he didn't really question it for the time being. He waited until that familiar aura arrived and only then would a smile start to spread over his face; sharp canines poking out in amusement when he did. Cerberus started to grumble to life within Yamato then, causing the demon's eyes to flicker from its natural crimson to amber. Both beasts recognized the man once he stepped foot in this place and they were both feeling excitement over it as well.
"I was hoping you'd show up, Azazel."
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KronoToday at 9:36 PM
The dark lord raised a slight eyebrow as he materialized through his arcane ebony flames. He had felt the slight draw from his gem as he attended to business upon Toffit, a pull from a familiar source… and he had been quite right in his assumptions. It was very rare he was ever wrong, especially in these matters. But Yamato was actually hoping he would have shown… The demon lord was indeed familiar with the demon fighter… Tarble’s bodyguard of sorts. They had briefly spared in another time and place in this realm and had fought beside each other on Namek against the foolish celestials who had rose against them. But like with most creatures the primordial kept this one at bay, his dealings with Tarble were on another level, but he got the distinct sense this creature had not cared for him all that much and it brought a slight smile to his ancient lips.
“Is that so Yamato… well I figured if you were calling long distance it had to be rather important.” A devilish grin crossed the fallen archangels face as he made his way towards Tarble’s counterpart, his hands in his pockets, his long overcoat billowing behind him as the arcane fire that had materialized him fluttered into nonexistence.
“Or am I mistaken that my affairs have been interrupted because you just missed my face so much?”
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YamatoToday at 9:46 PM
The being made his way closer to Yamato's person and he felt his fingers curling into the palms of his hands in tight fists. A mildly sarcastic comment was directed about missing the man's face, causing a chuckle to escape from the tanned man's lips. "In some crazy way, suppose that I did." It was a playful remark back as he took a few steps closer as well, crimson flames beginning to lick around his own body and float backward, the controlled embers coatin his own frame and burning brilliantly with the greenery background behind him.
Two demonic-like creatures continued to walk forward, fire flickering from each of them almost casually. "I've never been given the opportunity to... fight you. You're quite the tease." His lips twitched into another grin as he neared the raven haired man and just as they stopped nearly toe-to-toe from one another, the demon halted. The ground beneath Yamato's feet started to crunch and dig downward and while it didn't appear that he had an aura, it would be come clear that was what the fire actually had been.
While it appeared suicidal to fight someone so much stronger, he needed it. To fight and struggle feebly. To show his own will. And strangely enough... it was how Yamato made friends. Apparently his charismatic personality that everyone talked about didn't work on Azazel; not that he minded. So, what better way than to exchange fists? "Let's just say, I need another sparring partner aside from Tarble. I think you'll do." Another playful jeer shot the other man's way. And once the message was sent to Azazel's brain, he started to hunch back, almost lazily. A strange fighting style that was self taught and improved upon since his teen years.
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KronoToday at 10:04 PM
So… all this for a little fisticuffs? How refreshing Azazel thought, Yamato wanted to get some work in and honestly what better way than to fight him? Azazel had been terribly bored beating the asses of the garrisoned celestials on Toffit, so why not take the time out of his day to spank Yamato’s ass. A grin spread across the primordials face as the demon took his stance. Azazel exhaled slowly as he shrugged off his coat, the red fabric catching the wind as billowing away as he unlatched his shoulder holster and slid it off his back, his two pistols thudding upon the ground as he cracked his neck from side to side.
“Well we can cut the small talk, if you want to go a few rounds and test out your new found abilities I can sense then by all means, bring the heat.”
Azazel crossed his arms as black flames erupted around his body, the fire even here in the astral realm burning like the bitter frost bite of absolute zero, the ground decaying beneath his feet Azazel waited for the first strike. He would gauge the level to which this demon before him had improved. Tarble had improved, he had improved… the three of them would continue to improve together. But he wanted…. Needed to feel the weight of Yamato’s blows.
“Show me what you and that beast can do!”
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YamatoToday at 10:25 PM
Yamato felt... thrilled when he was told that they should just cut to the chase and forget about the chitchat. Azazel wanted the demon to make the first move and that much was evident. It wasn't until he was told for him and the beast to show him what they can do that he felt his aura exploding outward immediately. A crimson aura flew around his body wildly, the winds picking up speed as the demon's tangerine strands floated upward and into ruby spikes. Crimson irises permanently shifted to amber hues as he rose both of his arms upward and back down again, his ki literally pushing outward and turning the gravel at their feat into dust.
Cerberus had come out to play.
A cackle left from the demon as he rushed forward, his boots stomping down across the debris below as he straight up charged the uncloaked being. Swinging his arm back and then pushing it forward, his knuckles threatened to crack right into the side of the man's face. And even if it didn't hit, a sudden burst of wind would rustle past them and a dark glow would resonate from between his knuckles. Within a matter of seconds, a beam of ki shot out and aimed straight for the middle of the man's face. No matter the distance and closeness, Cerberus didn't stop, his body bent back and legs swung to knock into the primordial. Each strike shot out ki blasts, so even if physicals didn't work, he had something else up his sleeve each time.
"K'eh! You sure know how to get a man's blood PUMPING!"
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KronoToday at 10:55 PM
So, Cerebrus was it…. This was quite the most interesting turn and it made the primordials mouth water with excitement. He held true to his initial stance; his arms crossed as Yamato came in… and come in he did, “guns” blazing as the demon’s fist connected with side of Azazel’s head. A thunderous boom echoed like a shot gun as the primordial slid his right leg to compensate for the kinetic shift of energies into his body from Yamato’s inertia, a black armored like substance etched across his skin from the point of contact as a torrent of energy released from his opponents fist erupted upon his face, the full force of the impact was felt, but the energy was absorbed…. The same thing repeated as Yamato reared back and let loose a combination of kicks that plowed into the demon lord, his body sliding backwards as the ground buckled under his heels, the energy emitted from those kicks once more absorbed by the sections of black armor that covered each spot of contact.
Azazel stood back to his full height, his hands clapping slowly as his crimson irises flashed a brilliant shade of magenta… the power of his chaos seed was always just under the surface, licking with hunger at whatever energies it could get its tendrils on. The primordial was nonetheless impressed, at least so far Yamato seemed to have some valuable skill. But the demon warrior was also showing Azazel a great showing of strength… how could he in kind not do so?
Closing his eyes he allowed the shackles on his inner energies to be free, the primordial energies of pre creation flowed through his veins as black arcane fire ripped from his back, wings of ebony flame spanned several feet in either direction as ebony and silver armor clung skin tight to his body, his crimson irises turned an amber hue as old traces of his primordial divinity mixed with his primordial demonic essence. His once spikey but tamed black locks grew shoulder length and wild as silver lightening sparked the very air around them and exploded the surrounding area into a massive fire ball.
“Two can play at that game.” Azazel smiled as he snapped his fingers and engulfed the surrounding area in a massive ball of red and black destruction, his ion blast extending in a spherical dome that ravaged the landscape and turned the trees and the very air to ash around them.
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YamatoToday at 11:13 PM
What welcomed the demon was a transformation from Azazel, the man's eyes turning amber much like his own, while his hair grew out and the power of Chaos reached its peek. Flames exploded around them, the blackened flames engulfing everything around them, but they wouldn't even harm Yamato. Not that was the thing he should be worrying about to begin with. With a blast aiming right for him, he already knew just how powerful it was by sensing it. If he got hit with it, the battle would end immediately. Bringing his index and middle finger to his forehead, he instant transmissioned out of the way and out of the blast's path.
In doing so, everything behind them began to erupt and break apart, the illusion of the gem starting to shatter from the intense eruption. Blackness started to cave in around them in response, like broken glass of the planet left behind, grass hanging off the edge into a pit of emptiness. Yet the solid ground beneath them stood, just like they did. A cackle erupted from his mouth as he tipped his head back, not in a mocking since, but amusement.
He was loving this now!
If Azazel was going to spice things up like this, then he would too.
The demon's crimson aura shifted in that very moment, becoming a deep and vibrant azure, all while his hair and irises changed to that exact light shading as well. A white skull row of teeth started to protrude from his jawline, poking out from the right side of his mouth. The bony teeth began to chomp down against one another as his mouth moved with his fits of laughter. And soon, Chaos came to join the fight too, sensing out Azazel's own immense amount flowing freely. A black and murky aura started to overlay with his azure one, the two flickering wildly behind him as he smirked back towards the demonic entity before him.
"Then fun we shall have!" Came a cry as he pushed off the balls of his feet and came darting in, his limbs falling behind in his momentum as he hunched forward in his charge. Just as he neared the man, he ducked down and swung his arm wide, his humanoid hand shifting to that of a claw. those long nails daring to cut open the man right across the chest. A roar seemed to release from the beast's mouth as he caved in even further, his teeth threatening to bite down into his shoulder and rip his flesh clean off his body. Considering he had been a carnivore and used to eat people hole[/i] the threat was very real.
But perhaps not as real, considering they were allies.
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KronoToday at 11:42 PM
Well played… well played indeed using instant transmission to dodge the effects of the blast. Azazel almost chuckled as the astral realm struggled contain the dimension it had placed the both of them in, the very reality around them shattering like such fragile glass as the darkness of the void expanded behind them… something neither of them would probably want to fall into as the realm struggled to repair itself. Azazel probably should of held back, if that attack had actually managed to hit Yamato he would of found himself back in the world of the living, but would he have been completely whole? The primordial raised his right hand, waving it nonchalantly to the side and using his arcane energies to subtly speed up the process of the astral realm repairing itself so they could fight in relative peace.
In a quick amount of time though it appeared that another personality to Yamato had come to the forefront, this one had a good bit of bloodlust about it…. And once again the demon lord found himself exhilarated, side stepping the hand that had morphed into a claw as it aimed to slash him across the chest, his wings of arcane fire flapping in a gust of burning icy wind as he jettisoned backwards and up into the air to avoid what appeared to be the vice like jaws and razor sharp teeth the demon had formed.
Azazel’s own fangs showed in amusement as he looked downward, his arms raising upward as he zeroed in on Yamato’s position and quickly calculated in his mind the several ways in which he could and should move in order to advance or dodge.
“AND TO THINK I WAS SO BORED BEFORE!”
Red orbs formed in the primordials palms as machine gun like orbs of energy pelted downward, his Renzoku Energy Dan cascading towards Yamato just as purplish energies surrounded his fists and his body flashed with supernatural and almost imperceptible speed, his right and left hands firing off in a rapid one two combination that if connected to the demons chest would unleash his Futae no Kiwami… the primordial energies of his creation would infuse and start decaying cells at a rapid pace… even here in the astral realm the effects would be monstrous although not fatal….hopefully.
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YamatoToday at 12:07 AM
Both his claw and fangs missed, but they didn't stop the pumping of his blood to continue rushing quickly through his system. He was high on adrenaline and enjoying every second that passed. While Azazel proclaimed in thinking that he was once bored before, a gust of icy flames caused the demon to stop in his advance and put a small distance between them. With his own fangs bared, another razor sharp set glared back at him. It was strange how similar they were, despite their different backgrounds, but maybe that's what made this feel so exhilarating. At this point in time, it seemed to become lost on both of them that this was a mere spar, when in their minds it had been a full blown battle.
The primordial's arms outstretched and Yamato's sapphire irises watched as new energy formed, something just as strong as the last attack. Yamato let his eyes jerk around, trying to find the best path in order to dodge as much as he could, but he also didn't know what sort of attack would be coming at him, until it was too late. Gritting his teeth, he prepared himself to move the instant that the many orbs appeared in midair, only to shoot out towards him. It was like a machine gun was ringing out, threatening to pelt him full of holes. It was something he was used to on the battlefield, but this was different. It was energy, but who knew what else could be held inside.
Yamato started to dart across the battlefield, managing to burst past a few of those shots, but that was until they started to catch up to his enhanced speed and pierce right through his tanned flesh. A growl escaped him as he shot his azure gaze upward and to the demonic creature above. But instead of a pained expression on his face, tYamato's tongue began to slide across his lower lip, no matter how much blood started to ooze out of the small holes starting to glitter his body. Though, he felt a stinging sensation within, that made him wonder if he had been poisoned, but another part of him didn't really care.
So long as he had that extra bone in his ribcage, he could heal from almost anything and everything, so long as it didn't destroy his heart or brain. By this point, Yamato didn't care what hit him and charged straight in towards Azazel's person, a roar leaving from the beast's throat as he pushed past all the hailing energy that shot through his body. His arm swung around, pelting his elbow into the man's face in order to stun him; even if only for a split second. With a rush of wind behind him, he managed to send Azazel backward, though he knew he'd be paying for that much later.
That demonic claw extended outward and gripped onto Azazel's ankle, pushing his boot into the ground and throwing the primordial up into the air. Teleporting swiftly up to his place and appearing behind the man, he slammed his fists into his back multiple times, only to reach out and grip onto the side of his head. Amber and sapphires met before Yamato's skull rammed straight into his, the crack ringing out on both ends. Swinging his body around again, he kicked the man straight down towards the decaying ground, though something told him that he wouldn't hear a thud by the end of that fall. He hadn't used the Galactic Tyrant yet, ever since Eizen taught it to him, but he thought he used it pretty well here.
As the demon stared down at Azazel from his place sky bound, he felt his chest rumble with a chuckle as he brought a hand to the back of his neck and cracked his head to the side. He was curious to see how long they could continue going, breaking their bodies like this, but the other part of him, just wanted to find out.
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KronoToday at 12:52 AM
Azazel smiled as he flew down ward toward the ground, his body flipping and his wings flaring as he landed with a grace that looked very out of place for the savagery of the attacks that had been placed upon him. He was testing the limits of Yamato’s power and while the demon was indeed quite strong there was a very discernable gap in their power output. Each strike had landed cleanly upon the demon lord, each impact would have been bone crushing and debilitating to someone of lesser stature and fall less considerable durability. But at the most each blow had been a moderate irritation, what his chaos seed could absorb energy wise it did and what it could not his natural primordial resistances and toughness ate up. The prince just looked upward, his tongue licking his lips as he watched Yamato crack his neck back and forth.
“I have to admit; I can feel your essence in each strike… your desires… your commitment… your savagery and your fears…. It is intoxicating… and I will have more.”
Azazel burst forth from the rocky ground that had been laid to waste in their fight so far, the power surge of his take off rippling and disintegrating the ground further as a sonic boom thundered through the air, his body streaking in a blaze of silver and ebony lightening as he smashed into Yamato’s midsection with crushing force, his arms wrapping around the demon as he phased them both out of sight, their bodies materializing back just inches above the ground as the momentum and kinetic energies were shifted by teleportation, Azazel drilled into the earth, still holding the demon warrior as he dove further and further the ground disintegrating under them until lava boiled forth.
“Ahh.. nothing like a hot show eh?” Azazel chuckled as he left Yamato in the molten pool below and phased to sight high above in the darkening skies, his ebony aura sizzling to life around him as he charged a large orb of chaotic and unstable proportions.
“Lets see just how durable you are shall we?”
Letting the orb loose with all of his strength to add velocity the orb of power smashed into the lava pit, sinking deeper into the chasm of destruction before igniting and blacking out the very reality around them… the astral realm for the first time in a long time had the lights shut out….
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