Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2019 23:50:10 GMT -5
Vash has Champ 2/Combat Rune
Azazel Has Champ 1/Combat Rune/VR Octagon
VASH07/14/2019
Earth had proven itself to be a waste of time, a pointless pit stop for the Crimson Typhoon. Frustrated that he didnt get the opportunity stretch his muscles like he thought he was getting, he headed for the outskirts of South City, where a familiar power level awaited him.
The city scape bustled beneath as the demon floated high above, just below the cloud line. Vash enjoyed messing with Azazel whenever the opportunity presented itself, and the fact that both demons were on planet at the same time was a stroke of luck. He had traveled to this particilar spot, as he knew of a bar that served Azazel's particular brand of scotch. The primordial one was in the area, his energy signature unmistakable, exactly where remained to be seen.
Bored with the mundane, Vash took aim for the dive bar, and released a present that was sure to grab Azazel's attention.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
Azazel sat at the bar, swirling his scotch before he took another sip, the bottle the Bartender had placed on the counter was covered in dust as the expensive brand obviously was not something the locals could afford. It was then as he took a sip from his glass he felt the surge of energy approaching the building, unmistakable as it was it had to be Vash, the demon had taken an interest in the primordial for whatever reason and always seemed to be able to find him, not like he ever hid himself. A bright light enveloped the building as the bar exploded into a fiery mess, the debris cloud shimmered as Azazel's mere presence and mild exertion of power swirled the burning and broken remains of he meager establishment outward, his scotch glass still to his lips and the dusty bottle in his left hand.
His crimson eyes casually looked at a sideways glance at the floating demon in the sky as he slid his chair back and dropped his empty glass upon the ground, a small dimensional tear opening at his side as he placed the bottle of scotch away for safe keeping.
"You know it is impolite to bother a man when he is drinking....idiot child."
VASH07/14/2019
"That's because... Fuck manners!" Vash laughed as he launched a pair of additional ki blasts down towards the city, each with enough destructive power to decimate the surrounding buildings. "Besides, I know you must be getting pretty bored with no action going on."
Still trying to figure out the dynamic between himself and Azazel, Vash couldn't help it but test his mettle against his elder. Partly because the two both had demon blood coursing through their veins, and partly because of their ties to the Oath. They had tangled a couple of times now, each time he found himself outmatched. He was going to do anything he could to change that.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
The primordial only sighed as he listened to the demon warrior ramble, he was used to boredom in his long and storied existence, you did not exist for as long as he and not enjoy the inaction from time to time... the sin in this altercation was actually almost spilling his scotch. Vash would clearly be learning some manners today regardless of his eagerness to constantly test himself against his better.
As Azazel stood in place, two ki blasts rained downward igniting around the ancient and further decimating the surrounding area, buildings smoldered and burned as the panicked screams of unworthy mortals and death cries and moans rang out.
Azazel took a few steps forward and clapped as he continued to look upwards.
“You do know I could care less who dies here?”
Raising his right hand the Demon Prince snapped his fingers and leveled the town in a completely engulfing incinerating blast.
“The souls of the weak and unworthy always perish at the snap of the fingers, if you are going to destroy do it completely.”
Moving with ungodly speed the elder warrior was now nose to nose with the blond haired warrior, his obsidian shades sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly so his burning crimson gaze glowed with utter annoyance.
“How about you actually hit me instead of trying to hit me!”
VASH07/14/2019
"One of the many things I admire about you," Vash replied with a grin at Azazel's utter lack of regard for life. He watched with a twinkle of amazement as his demonic elder laid waste to the rest of the area, clearing a nice spot for them to continue their violent dance.
Vash's from faded to a snarl of determination at the invitation handed to him, up close and personal.
VASH07/14/2019
The sheer amount of speed Azazel had at his disposal was breathtaking, but Vash wasn't in this for admiration. As much as Vash enjoyed fucking with the primordial one as often as he could, he didnt much care for being toyed with. "That's an ugly look for you Az," he commented. "Lets change it, shall we?"
Vash craned his neck forward in an attempt to slam his forhead into his counterpart's. Left fist clenched, he tried to drive it into Azazel's scotch locker before following through with a quick right jab at the throat.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
In a blinding flash that neared on the unbelievable Azazel countered against the young demon, his head smashed into his with brutal force, his right arm deflecting the jab at his stomach, while his body spun around and easily dodged the punch at his throat. Drifting backward he mocked.
"I thought you were going to change my ugly look?"
The prince chuckled as he flashed forward, his right and left fists lancing outward for a one two combo toward the typhoons chest, his right elbow striking toward the solar plexus as he changed his body position to minimize any counter attack to his midsection, each blow glowed with a menacing purple and sapphire hue as the magical inscriptions on his armor and gear worked to poison and steal his opponents energy.
VASH07/14/2019
A shockwave of invisible force dissipated the nearby clouds as the two demon's slammed skulls into one another before Azazel swiftly dealt with the follow throughs with ease. It was this kind of raw power that Vash coveted for his own, and working with the likes of the primordial one, he worked diligently to achieve.
Azazel floated away and delivered a line Vash truly appreciated before bursting forward again. He was getting accustomed to this trick, and was able to parry the first strike to his left side. The speed was overwhelming, and the accompanying strikes fulfilled their intentions. In desperation to leave his own Mark, Vash grabbed hold of Azazel's arm for dear life. "You laughed," he managed to cough, chest cavity crunched, poison now coursing through his veins. "Mission accomplished."
The energy was being vacuumed from his body. He had no choice but to transform. Yellow light crept through the cracks of his razor sharp fangs protruding out of his wolf like mandible. Vash opened his maw and released a blast of energy, surging with power from his hasty transformation.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
The prince felt the warmth of the blast wash over him, his chaos energy wrapping over his body to reinforce his defenses as the symbiote energy absorbed the blast hungerly. The energy was a minor annoyance to the ancient one as it subsided, smoke billowing off his body as the young demon still held him by the arm. A twisted grin covered his face as he quickly threw his arm out to the side, the momentum pulling the freshly transformed Vash forward before he could release his grip. A power knee strike lunged forward as billowing flames of arcane black fire surrounded the dark lord, their flames burning with the coldness of death before he sent a deft backhand across the younger opponents head.
VASHLast Sunday at 8:52 PM
Azazel was seemingly able to laugh off Vash's attacks. It was a power that he envied, desired for his own. It was the main reason he joined the Oath in the first place. Only by throwing himself at his demonic elder with reckless abandon would he be able to achieve what he desperately sought after.
Drops of blood flung from the younger demon's mouth as Azazel's knee planted itself in Vash's chest. A swift strike sent him careening down towards the decimated city rubble below. It was all he could do to stop himself from crashing. "Goddamn," Vash spoke as he wiped a stubble of blood from the corner of his lip. "I havent been bitch slapped like that since I got those two Avalonian twins mixed up."
Eager to press on, Vash dissipated only to reappear behind Azazel, both demonsbanes drawn and at the ready, slicing in a crossing pattern, trying anything he could to catch Az off his guard, a seemingly impossible task.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 9:03 PM
The prince chuckled as he felt the young warrior manifest behind him, his swords drawn as he moved in to slash down upon the ancient one. Dragging his right hand through the air as he spun around, black flames bursting forth from the finger tips as his Celestial forged Death Scythe erupted from another dimension, the primordial weapon forged in the void before time had its own arcane aura of power as it ebbed outward and repelled the twin demonbane weapons in a shower of sparks and ionized atmosphere.
“A relic from my days as the Archangel of Death child... take a moment... and feel the magnitude of souls I’ve ushered into nothingness with this weapon!”
Azazel began to grin as the scythe morphed itself into a large onyx and silver sword, a crimson flow of energy pulsating outward as what would normally be a two handed sword in the hands of a mortal was so easily sliced through the air in just Azazel’s right arm.
“More fitting I think.”
VASHLast Sunday at 9:31 PM
"Fancy tricks and ancient toys from an old man," Vash joked back as the clang of steel on steel resonated in the skies above south city.
With a quick flick of his wrists, Vash joined his blades together at their hilts with a click. Faster and faster he spun them into a whirring blur like a propeller, dancing back and forth between his hands, probing at the elder demon for any point of weakness.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 9:47 PM
Azazel shook his head and smiled, spreading his arms out wide as if inviting the other Demon to run him through. His arcane aura of primordial energy swirled outward as he let loose his inner fury, the embers that were always just a hairs breadth away from turning into a roaring wild fire.
"Run me through child, lets see what those demonsbane weapons of yours can do?"
VASHLast Sunday at 10:50 PM
The demons sharpened fangs bared as he growled, jockeying the blades back and forth between his hands. Azazel was edging him on, and not one to rule his demeanor with a level head, Vash was biting.
He brought the propeller above his head before throwing it forward, lookimg to mow Azazel's front like an unkempt lawn. He then let go of the weapon, its momentum allowing it to spin in place. He charged and released a blast of energy into it, the banes acting like a sort of wood chipper, dividing the energy blast into a hundred, and chanelling them like a shotgun blast.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 11:01 PM
The energy blasts sprayed out like a magnified shot gun blast, hundreds of beams of razor sharp light rained down upon the prince of darkness, a small glint of humor in his eyes as he slashed his primordial weapon downward toward the left, a massive beam of crimson energy cut the very reality before them, cutting the number of incoming projectiles by half... the other half hit home, he had to at least let the young warrior feel somewhat accomplished. Plus he wanted to feel the impact of such an interesting off the wall attack.
His armor sizzled, his red coat covered in scorch marks was ruined... he shrugged its tattered remains from his body as he looked down upon the impact sites from the typhoons attack.
“That was it?”
Blasting forward the primordial entity blew past the young demons still twirling connected blades, his sword of death swatting the twirling blades towards the earth below before repositioning himself to thrust the tip of his midnight black blade into his opponents stomach.
VASHLast Sunday at 11:12 PM
Vash's teeth gnashed as they clenched tight, he managed to position his body to avoid any severe organ damage as Azazel's blade penetrating his armor. "I may not be on your level, old man," he growled through red stained teeth. He grabbed at Azazel with his right hand, pulling him closer and the blade deeper. "But I'm going to keep learning from you, keep coming at you until I am." His left hand held a pistol, shaking only slightly, but pressed firmly against Azazel's chest. With the fleeting gumption he could muster, he pulled the trigger.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 11:30 PM
He saw the pistol, Vash had strong words as per their usual back and forth, but the typhoon had a long way to go. The blast which Azazel made no attempt to dodge rocked him back, his sword withdrawing from the younger demons stomach as he was pushed back from the impact. Smoke sizzled off his breast plate as he twirled his sword upward and licked the blood oozing down its stained surface.
“How uncanny it is you like guns as well.”
Dropping his sword which vanished instantly into his pocket dimension Azazel drew one pistol from his now exposed shoulder holsters, his left arm extended outward aiming directly at the younger demons face before he chuckled and twirled the pistol back into its holster.
“Come on pussy, lets finish this bottle somewhere your blood won’t make a mess.”
Azazel Has Champ 1/Combat Rune/VR Octagon
VASH07/14/2019
Earth had proven itself to be a waste of time, a pointless pit stop for the Crimson Typhoon. Frustrated that he didnt get the opportunity stretch his muscles like he thought he was getting, he headed for the outskirts of South City, where a familiar power level awaited him.
The city scape bustled beneath as the demon floated high above, just below the cloud line. Vash enjoyed messing with Azazel whenever the opportunity presented itself, and the fact that both demons were on planet at the same time was a stroke of luck. He had traveled to this particilar spot, as he knew of a bar that served Azazel's particular brand of scotch. The primordial one was in the area, his energy signature unmistakable, exactly where remained to be seen.
Bored with the mundane, Vash took aim for the dive bar, and released a present that was sure to grab Azazel's attention.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
Azazel sat at the bar, swirling his scotch before he took another sip, the bottle the Bartender had placed on the counter was covered in dust as the expensive brand obviously was not something the locals could afford. It was then as he took a sip from his glass he felt the surge of energy approaching the building, unmistakable as it was it had to be Vash, the demon had taken an interest in the primordial for whatever reason and always seemed to be able to find him, not like he ever hid himself. A bright light enveloped the building as the bar exploded into a fiery mess, the debris cloud shimmered as Azazel's mere presence and mild exertion of power swirled the burning and broken remains of he meager establishment outward, his scotch glass still to his lips and the dusty bottle in his left hand.
His crimson eyes casually looked at a sideways glance at the floating demon in the sky as he slid his chair back and dropped his empty glass upon the ground, a small dimensional tear opening at his side as he placed the bottle of scotch away for safe keeping.
"You know it is impolite to bother a man when he is drinking....idiot child."
VASH07/14/2019
"That's because... Fuck manners!" Vash laughed as he launched a pair of additional ki blasts down towards the city, each with enough destructive power to decimate the surrounding buildings. "Besides, I know you must be getting pretty bored with no action going on."
Still trying to figure out the dynamic between himself and Azazel, Vash couldn't help it but test his mettle against his elder. Partly because the two both had demon blood coursing through their veins, and partly because of their ties to the Oath. They had tangled a couple of times now, each time he found himself outmatched. He was going to do anything he could to change that.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
The primordial only sighed as he listened to the demon warrior ramble, he was used to boredom in his long and storied existence, you did not exist for as long as he and not enjoy the inaction from time to time... the sin in this altercation was actually almost spilling his scotch. Vash would clearly be learning some manners today regardless of his eagerness to constantly test himself against his better.
As Azazel stood in place, two ki blasts rained downward igniting around the ancient and further decimating the surrounding area, buildings smoldered and burned as the panicked screams of unworthy mortals and death cries and moans rang out.
Azazel took a few steps forward and clapped as he continued to look upwards.
“You do know I could care less who dies here?”
Raising his right hand the Demon Prince snapped his fingers and leveled the town in a completely engulfing incinerating blast.
“The souls of the weak and unworthy always perish at the snap of the fingers, if you are going to destroy do it completely.”
Moving with ungodly speed the elder warrior was now nose to nose with the blond haired warrior, his obsidian shades sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly so his burning crimson gaze glowed with utter annoyance.
“How about you actually hit me instead of trying to hit me!”
VASH07/14/2019
"One of the many things I admire about you," Vash replied with a grin at Azazel's utter lack of regard for life. He watched with a twinkle of amazement as his demonic elder laid waste to the rest of the area, clearing a nice spot for them to continue their violent dance.
Vash's from faded to a snarl of determination at the invitation handed to him, up close and personal.
VASH07/14/2019
The sheer amount of speed Azazel had at his disposal was breathtaking, but Vash wasn't in this for admiration. As much as Vash enjoyed fucking with the primordial one as often as he could, he didnt much care for being toyed with. "That's an ugly look for you Az," he commented. "Lets change it, shall we?"
Vash craned his neck forward in an attempt to slam his forhead into his counterpart's. Left fist clenched, he tried to drive it into Azazel's scotch locker before following through with a quick right jab at the throat.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
In a blinding flash that neared on the unbelievable Azazel countered against the young demon, his head smashed into his with brutal force, his right arm deflecting the jab at his stomach, while his body spun around and easily dodged the punch at his throat. Drifting backward he mocked.
"I thought you were going to change my ugly look?"
The prince chuckled as he flashed forward, his right and left fists lancing outward for a one two combo toward the typhoons chest, his right elbow striking toward the solar plexus as he changed his body position to minimize any counter attack to his midsection, each blow glowed with a menacing purple and sapphire hue as the magical inscriptions on his armor and gear worked to poison and steal his opponents energy.
VASH07/14/2019
A shockwave of invisible force dissipated the nearby clouds as the two demon's slammed skulls into one another before Azazel swiftly dealt with the follow throughs with ease. It was this kind of raw power that Vash coveted for his own, and working with the likes of the primordial one, he worked diligently to achieve.
Azazel floated away and delivered a line Vash truly appreciated before bursting forward again. He was getting accustomed to this trick, and was able to parry the first strike to his left side. The speed was overwhelming, and the accompanying strikes fulfilled their intentions. In desperation to leave his own Mark, Vash grabbed hold of Azazel's arm for dear life. "You laughed," he managed to cough, chest cavity crunched, poison now coursing through his veins. "Mission accomplished."
The energy was being vacuumed from his body. He had no choice but to transform. Yellow light crept through the cracks of his razor sharp fangs protruding out of his wolf like mandible. Vash opened his maw and released a blast of energy, surging with power from his hasty transformation.
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ07/14/2019
The prince felt the warmth of the blast wash over him, his chaos energy wrapping over his body to reinforce his defenses as the symbiote energy absorbed the blast hungerly. The energy was a minor annoyance to the ancient one as it subsided, smoke billowing off his body as the young demon still held him by the arm. A twisted grin covered his face as he quickly threw his arm out to the side, the momentum pulling the freshly transformed Vash forward before he could release his grip. A power knee strike lunged forward as billowing flames of arcane black fire surrounded the dark lord, their flames burning with the coldness of death before he sent a deft backhand across the younger opponents head.
VASHLast Sunday at 8:52 PM
Azazel was seemingly able to laugh off Vash's attacks. It was a power that he envied, desired for his own. It was the main reason he joined the Oath in the first place. Only by throwing himself at his demonic elder with reckless abandon would he be able to achieve what he desperately sought after.
Drops of blood flung from the younger demon's mouth as Azazel's knee planted itself in Vash's chest. A swift strike sent him careening down towards the decimated city rubble below. It was all he could do to stop himself from crashing. "Goddamn," Vash spoke as he wiped a stubble of blood from the corner of his lip. "I havent been bitch slapped like that since I got those two Avalonian twins mixed up."
Eager to press on, Vash dissipated only to reappear behind Azazel, both demonsbanes drawn and at the ready, slicing in a crossing pattern, trying anything he could to catch Az off his guard, a seemingly impossible task.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 9:03 PM
The prince chuckled as he felt the young warrior manifest behind him, his swords drawn as he moved in to slash down upon the ancient one. Dragging his right hand through the air as he spun around, black flames bursting forth from the finger tips as his Celestial forged Death Scythe erupted from another dimension, the primordial weapon forged in the void before time had its own arcane aura of power as it ebbed outward and repelled the twin demonbane weapons in a shower of sparks and ionized atmosphere.
“A relic from my days as the Archangel of Death child... take a moment... and feel the magnitude of souls I’ve ushered into nothingness with this weapon!”
Azazel began to grin as the scythe morphed itself into a large onyx and silver sword, a crimson flow of energy pulsating outward as what would normally be a two handed sword in the hands of a mortal was so easily sliced through the air in just Azazel’s right arm.
“More fitting I think.”
VASHLast Sunday at 9:31 PM
"Fancy tricks and ancient toys from an old man," Vash joked back as the clang of steel on steel resonated in the skies above south city.
With a quick flick of his wrists, Vash joined his blades together at their hilts with a click. Faster and faster he spun them into a whirring blur like a propeller, dancing back and forth between his hands, probing at the elder demon for any point of weakness.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 9:47 PM
Azazel shook his head and smiled, spreading his arms out wide as if inviting the other Demon to run him through. His arcane aura of primordial energy swirled outward as he let loose his inner fury, the embers that were always just a hairs breadth away from turning into a roaring wild fire.
"Run me through child, lets see what those demonsbane weapons of yours can do?"
VASHLast Sunday at 10:50 PM
The demons sharpened fangs bared as he growled, jockeying the blades back and forth between his hands. Azazel was edging him on, and not one to rule his demeanor with a level head, Vash was biting.
He brought the propeller above his head before throwing it forward, lookimg to mow Azazel's front like an unkempt lawn. He then let go of the weapon, its momentum allowing it to spin in place. He charged and released a blast of energy into it, the banes acting like a sort of wood chipper, dividing the energy blast into a hundred, and chanelling them like a shotgun blast.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 11:01 PM
The energy blasts sprayed out like a magnified shot gun blast, hundreds of beams of razor sharp light rained down upon the prince of darkness, a small glint of humor in his eyes as he slashed his primordial weapon downward toward the left, a massive beam of crimson energy cut the very reality before them, cutting the number of incoming projectiles by half... the other half hit home, he had to at least let the young warrior feel somewhat accomplished. Plus he wanted to feel the impact of such an interesting off the wall attack.
His armor sizzled, his red coat covered in scorch marks was ruined... he shrugged its tattered remains from his body as he looked down upon the impact sites from the typhoons attack.
“That was it?”
Blasting forward the primordial entity blew past the young demons still twirling connected blades, his sword of death swatting the twirling blades towards the earth below before repositioning himself to thrust the tip of his midnight black blade into his opponents stomach.
VASHLast Sunday at 11:12 PM
Vash's teeth gnashed as they clenched tight, he managed to position his body to avoid any severe organ damage as Azazel's blade penetrating his armor. "I may not be on your level, old man," he growled through red stained teeth. He grabbed at Azazel with his right hand, pulling him closer and the blade deeper. "But I'm going to keep learning from you, keep coming at you until I am." His left hand held a pistol, shaking only slightly, but pressed firmly against Azazel's chest. With the fleeting gumption he could muster, he pulled the trigger.
AᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Sunday at 11:30 PM
He saw the pistol, Vash had strong words as per their usual back and forth, but the typhoon had a long way to go. The blast which Azazel made no attempt to dodge rocked him back, his sword withdrawing from the younger demons stomach as he was pushed back from the impact. Smoke sizzled off his breast plate as he twirled his sword upward and licked the blood oozing down its stained surface.
“How uncanny it is you like guns as well.”
Dropping his sword which vanished instantly into his pocket dimension Azazel drew one pistol from his now exposed shoulder holsters, his left arm extended outward aiming directly at the younger demons face before he chuckled and twirled the pistol back into its holster.
“Come on pussy, lets finish this bottle somewhere your blood won’t make a mess.”