Burter vs Azazel [Ref: Bebi]

The Primordial had felt the disturbance from half way across the Galaxy, a gathering of powers on a remote world... an arcane world where life seemed to flow in abundance. He could feel the power of the Mark emanating from whatever planet this concentration of strength was coming from and he sat forward in his ships captains chair. He had felt that before on Namek, but the bearer had eluded his detection... now that individual was present once again. The dark prince stood, his bridge crew notifying him that the planet in question was Dekalb and a general distress call had been issued from that planets ruling body. Apparently the Oath King Tarble had arrived, yes Azazel could feel his power like a beacon... and just as briefly as it registered it had vanished... the concentration of warriors was disbanding... What in the hell was going on? 

"Sir... the planet is no longer issues a distress call, it appears hostilities have ceased... King Tarble appears to of fled the planet and the previous invading force has made a pact with the rulers of the world that they will be spared... the Cosmic Empire still remains on the planet though, should be change our course?"

Azazel growled slightly, so the Cosmic Emperor had made a move? Or had it been a faction in his empire that had decided to attack? Either way that did not really trouble the primordial, what he was most interested in was why Tarble had vanished. "No, I shall be heading there myself... I'll be back when my affairs are complete, continue to Pefu." 

The prince waved his hand and he vanished in a swirling mist of arcane black fire, his trademark mode of transportation. As his swirling portal of magical flame spawned near the location of where he had last picked up Tarbles location he knew something was amiss, his shoulder left shoulder buckled backward as he stepped through the flames, a blue skinned warrior holding what appeared to be an inferno rod had struck him, quite the greeting he thought as the flames diminished behind him and a radiant world tree shown in the distance, its presence all to clear now that his arcane shadows had departed. 

"So nice of you to welcome me child." Azazel's voice was cold, menacing towards the creature that had just struck him without so much as a word.... a creature that smelled of the demonic, that radiated a darkness he probably did not yet quite understand. Azazel would introduce him to it though, make him comprehend. The skies above darkened as billowing clouds of ionized energy crackled, the winds picked up as the very ground beneath the two warriors shattered upward, splintering into a field of debris as the prince of darkness funneled his chaotic primordial energy unto the world. His crimson eyes flashed brilliantly as obsidian flames burst fourth around him, silver electricity shimmering through the field he burst forth, his right gauntleted fist shimmering in crimson and ebony energy as he moved to drive home a devastating thrusting punch that would blast his opponent backward. Using his forward momentum the dark one shimmering in his rising energies took to the sky, the shock wave of his upward ascent buffeted the earth below as he raised his two glowing palms, orbs of crimson power belted forward, their shotgun like effect honing in and raining down upon where his opponent stood, the raining plethora of Ki smashed into the ground, the shattered rocks and debris incinerated.


"Mmmm yes... that's right, you're still ready to play... good!"

His body moving as if the time around him had begun to stand still the ancient appeared before the reptilian demon, his right and left fists scissoring in for a crushing solar plexus smash, his hands moving upward to grab his unlucky foes shoulders he moved to drive his left knee not once, but twice into his lower abdomen. Releasing his grip and dropping his arms back down he followed suit with a side stepping elbow thrust to the stomach with an immediate flip up of his arm into a powerful back handed smash. He was only getting warmed up, hopefully his new demonic buddy would be able to keep up...after all it was not like the prince to hold back forever!

Well this was certainly interesting... The primordial chuckled to himself as his newly minted opponent had managed to use what he could only figure as Telepathic and well calculated and impeccable timing to mitigate his physical assault. The blows that had landed he knew were heavy, but he was most surprised at the Blue man's speed. He was slower than the demon prince, but he had a way of making his speed efficient, he was clearly used to being one of the fastest when in combat and it showed, but he did not balk at the idea of having to try and match a superior speedster. This pleased the ancient one as he watched the blue devil using his own body as a shield to protect those who were on the proverbial sidelines. The red skinned warrior the demon lord had met in the astral plane, he was skilled but lacking in over all power, he had not been a complete waste of his time, the other Azazel knew as Daji, it appeared the Ninja Master had been taken prisoner... the third... well now, the third he had never seen before, but he felt the power of the mark humming from the creature. A grin covered the princes face as he continued his assault, finally ending it with a missed elbow strike as the blue man lunged backwards and rematerialized his spear unto his hand. His snake like fangs showing as he spoke. "This is gonna be one for the ages, huh bub? He then called out to his compatriot to leave, flee the battle field so he could fight unrestricted, not having to look out for and defend his ally. It was a move only a trained soldier would do and the prince could respect it. 

"The name's Burter. I'll have to catch yours at some point, if we get that far."

Azazel could only grin as he watched the spear snake back out once more, the tip of the demonic spear grazing his breast plate, the kinetic energy of the blow pushing him back in the air slightly as he raised both his arms and crossed them over his head to block the over head raining blow the warrior now known as Burter attempted. A slight chuckle left the dark ones lips as he thrust his arms outwards, pushing the spear up and wide as he lashed out with his hands at blinding speed, his left hand and then his right hand moved to seek connection with the blue devils face before finishing his combo with a nasty and heavy uppercut. The primordials hands did not stop there though, the crimson energy of radiating power once more enveloped his hands as sizzling obsidian bolts arched around them, each one of his glowing fists honing in on either side of Burter's ribs, the awaited crack of contact was always exhilarating to the ancient one, feeling your opponents body break under your fists was like ecstasy! 

Leaning back Azazel spoke, his voice still cold, still calculating. "Burter you say... yes... I have heard that name.." Azazel's eyes moved toward the ring that was on the warriors hand and his demonic aura made all the more sense now. "I am Azazel... and how I so hope we get a little farther than this!"

The princes eyes glimmered with swelling energy as a torrent of hellish flames spewed forth from his jaws, the point blank range completely enveloping the area in which the crafty speedster occupied!

The Prince could respect adaptability, and the blue reptilian had proven so far to be quite adept at sneaking his way out of most of what the dark one had thrown his way. But the pair of them were just getting warmed up and while the primordial could take this to another level entirely... where would the fun be in that? It was then that he felt it, the emergence of a familiar dark Ki... one infused with the power of a primordial, power granted to only one being in this universe by the dark lord himself. Azazel's eyes darted down to where the small grouping of people stood and realized just how right he was, the Celestial Emperor was nose to nose with the Kitsune Ninja... obvious tunnel vision clouding his perception of the field he stood upon. That was when he felt it, a clink against his armor and a small explosion covered the Prince in a static like energy that sizzled and cracked upon his armor, binding his body as he returned his focus toward the man named Burter. "Good of you to catch my momentary lapse." The prince whistled as he watched the speedy blue devil finish injecting himself with a syringe, pumping himself up while the stun grenade worked feverishly to contain the primordial to the best of its designed intent.

Azazel let his midnight black aura of arcane flames burst to life around his body as he flexed his fingers, his body rippling against the crackling energies that worked tirelessly to reduce his movement as Burter charged and then let forth a swirling vortex of energy, he knew that attack... he smiled at the respectable attempt at catching him off guard, a few options quickly played out in his mind as the almost point blank shot of energy blocked out his sight, the searing heat of the ball or energy tingling his nose as he quickly and adeptly twirled to the left, his body leaving multiple after images that quickly faded back unto his person. The attack soared off into the distance, the horizon igniting in a ball of fire as the primordial wasted no time in jettisoning upward into the atmosphere. With the arrival of his Majin of Annihilation the stakes had changed, he would need to take care to not have any collateral damage that could affect his ward... the laws that governed their pact were sacred... even to someone like Azazel. Looking down but ever mindful to keep his concentration upon the reptilian warrior the prince uttered a few arcane words and snapped his fingers. A wall of arcane magic rose from the ground before the group down below and rose upward and into the stratosphere, the humming wall of protection spread out instantaneously for unseen miles in either direction essentially cutting them off from the conflict unless they flew upwards into outer space and then crossed the divide and plunged back down toward the surface.  All the while a pulsating orb of vibrant energy swirled in Azazel's other hand, the mass doubling in size until it moved into a pinnacle of focus upon the demon lords left index finger.

"No need to worry about holding back now Burter, it would take an act of the creator of the universe to break that wall."

Pointing his finger toward the blue demonic warrior he meant to put that to the test as the entirety of the visible surface ignited in a complete hellish inferno. "I know how much you love your tricks now!... so let me see some more!"



Azazel spread his arms out to the side and then thrust them forward, glowing spheres of crimson energy exploded forward into the hellish blaze down below, the prince zeroed in upon his foes Ki signature, twelve orbs of pulsating power rocketed towards his location. He of course had to pay him back for the stun grenade after all!

As the inferno raged below the prince could sense something was amiss, the tricky little devil was up to no good again and proving the primordials point that he was a very adaptable warrior. If not for the sheer amusement of being entertained and loosing his muscles up Azazel would of long since unlocked his latent energies and closed this encounter before it had gotten a chance to start. But even he needed to unwind and while Burter was now testing his very small reserve of patience he felt Chaos reach out and touch his mind.

‘Please don’t break my toys. I still need that one,'

Azazel rolled his eyes as he felt two bolas lash out at his legs, the utility skill was aimed at sending a shock through his body to further mitigate his movement... a ploy the blue reptilian seemed to like to administer and while crude was fairly effective at "knee" capping a far superior speedster. If you could not beat their speed, remove it entirely. A slick grin crossed his lips as he sensed the blue devil snap into being behind him, he was going all out, trying to impose his will upon the primordial by exerting a tremendous amount of Ki to bind his entire body. While it would not last long, it would be enough to try and inflict a wave of unimpeded damage upon his vessel... something he could not entirely ignore. 

"You know Chaos.... Your toys have a way of wanting to break themselves by attacking beings they should not... I'll try to not break him completely." 

The prince sent his telepathic reply toward the cosmic emperor, his displeasure all to evident. One with Burter and his damn spear hitting him as he arrive and two at the Emperor himself for asking him to restrain himself. All this flashed through the ancient ones mind as he felt the ever present demonic spear inching toward his wide open back, the body bind spell had almost taken affect, the prince chuckled somewhat as his crimson eyes glowed...

"No... Not quite my friend!"

With a snap of his fingers Azazel's primordial and arcane energies intermingled with the temporal hourglass of time, rewinding the grains of sand with a practiced and almost omniscient hand. Burter was now back inside the inferno, the last several moments of time had been completely erased within the confines of their own present reality. Those beyond the raised barrier  were unaffected, whether or not they had noticed the dark lord rewinding the dial of time would be a topic for discussion later, if it ever came to it. Cracking his neck Azazel looked onward, squinting his supernatural eyes to see what tricks Burter would play this time... considering his previous onslaught had been erased. 

Burter had wasted little to no time in recovering from the time warp, it left the prince almost impressed. The Cosmic Emperor indeed had a fine toy at his disposal, one that was quick on his feet and resourceful to boot. But Azazel was quickly growing bored with their interaction, the words of his Majin Soldier stuck like a shard of glass in his mind... he wanted him spared if at all possible and although the dark lord rarely spared those that attacked him... if the Alien now turned demon thanks to his acquired relic could survive the next onslaught... he would consider it. But Chaos would owe him... and he was sure the Emperor already knew that once he had made his request. The spear darted in once more, the prince turning ever so slightly to allow its tip to glance in an amazing display of sparks off his armor, his opponent already continuing his offensive as he spoke about showing him why he was nicknamed the Blue Hurricane. The creatures speed was indeed a sight to behold as the primordials keen vision watched him break through several sound barriers as a massive typhoon swirled to life and began to encompass the ancient one. The buffeting winds working to restrict his movements and lacerate his vessels skin. As the raging storm enveloped him completely his crimson eyes glowed brightly as primordial energies erupted forth, black arcane wings of fire jettisoned from the dark lords back, each fiery wing arcing in a menacing display behind him as chaotic energies infused with his pulsating aura of pure power. His damaskian armor was supplanted by demonic heavy armor infused with a dark crimson lining, his hair grew shoulder length and shaggy as his fangs protruded past his lips albeit just slightly. The surge in power pushed back against the storm, canceling it out as the demonic prince now looked onward at what could only be a shocked foe. Only a few had seen him elevate himself past his normal appearance, this was now one of the true forms of his fallen primordial state.... a form he had used to commit untold genocides against mortal realms and upon the fiery depths of an ancient and long since obliterated hellscape. 

"I am done with the Tricks child, if you survive what comes next... perhaps I will show you what it means to be what you have become... all thanks to your relic of a trinket... My Majin Disciple Chaos wants me to spare your life, I'm inclined to do so for him... so long as you earn that right!"

Azazel sighed deeply as he raised his right hand, sizzling primordial energy ignited from his guantleted fingers as he unleashed his Primordial Fission technique, the very atoms of creation detonated within the confines of his raised shield, spider webbing the surface of it in millions of cracks, his regained and elevated power was even more than he had surmised, pushing the containment spell to almost its breaking point. Regardless of the outcome, this enclosed area of Dekalb would be a scared wasteland for years to come.