DM> Calelex Devonshire Vs Jet Jotto

[Calelex Devonshire]

• Location: A special arena inside the Praetorium Foundation. A one of a kind time where two Praetorium members will fight to the Death. The setting is a holographic dome, filled with multiple lights. The decal is massive. Around it are seats that all may gather in, much similar to a coliseum. Do note, that it being holographic does not mean it has no physical attributes. Each and every portion of the hologram is created in a physical form. Those that are Praetorium, Cassiel, Devonshire, ICON, or LEC may bare witness.
  
  
• Please note that all powers, weapons and abilities must be listed in the intro-post. If any of which are used that are not within the context of the intro post, that RPC is Disqualified.
  
  
• Type of Match: T1 DM, MP.
  
• Judge: Szandor Cassiel
  

Rules of engagement:

Ezekiel Loxique

RULES & GUIDELINES.


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T1-RM = Realistic Melee;
This is the Style that is human against human. With real-life limitations. (e.g. Human capabilities of running, jumping, reaction-time, body integrity, vision, ect.)
Ex: Fight Club.
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T1-UM = Unrealistic Melee;
This is the Style that is an above average human against human that are capable of using things such as Magic attack, Sorcery, Vampirism, Werewolfism.
Ex: Underworld.
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T1-MP = Moderate Powers;
This is the Style that is commonly used now as a more realistic look towards T1-PC. The characters that have special powers, just not ones that have a power that is capable of destroying an entire planet. Powers such as elemental abilities are acceptable, but if there is a power that is capable of using all elements you must keep that power in a moderate use.
Ex: Bleach, and Naruto.
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T1-PC = Powered Characters;
This Style is the most difficult of them all to learn. The complexity of the characters abilities and powers are what get them called "God Modders". The depth put into one character, with the powers, abilities, explanations of terrain, dimension, sub-abilities, character background, and traits will lead an inexperienced opponent to believe there is an invincibility about the character.
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• No God-modding; is when someone's character has the ability to do practically anything without limits or boundaries. In saying that this also applies to lack of detail. Without proper post length and explanation you are eligible for disqualification, and, depending on the conditions of the fight, character loss on record.


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No Auto-hitting; is a term used to describe when a character automatically hits another player. This also ties in to the rule known as puppeteering but on a more severe level considering auto-hits usually mean death, and in some cases, go back to the breaking of the god-modding rule.
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No Puppeteering; you can not in any way, shape or form control any aspect of anothers character, even energy based attacks of all kinds. (This excludes pre-meditated discussion OOC and is feasible IC.) Assuming your energy is greater than your opponents with no explanation or complete detailing of elemental mix-n-matches will be grounds for disqualification. The same goes for things attached to the character including; clothing, nanomachines, weaponry. Puppeteering also involves that of your opponents where abouts and assuming that they didn't move during your prepartion and or time it took to go from point A to point B to attack.
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No Meta-gaming; the act of using outside or previously gained knowledge within a gaming universe for personal gain or advantage. For example if a demon were to fight a unique combat droid with energy specifications to which was mentioned in the post. The demon can't impose demonic knowledge in to know weaknesses and metal compounds and chemistry lessons 101. Demons would not have gone to school, lest born in to a human realm (Which will be stated otherwise in character history) and brought up in a human way. The same is less severe for the robot unless the demon is a one-of-a-kind thing, meaning the robot / android / technological being would have implanted data.
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No Multi-attacks; the action used when a person makes their character use more than one attack in a single turn. Meaning, in a small lacking detail; Impaling a character in the chest, jumping back, launching / running toward the other character to attack. And so on and so forth, the point is in proper roleplay of all forms, a single attack and a single attack only must be posted. Using anymore than one would also be a form of puppeteering. How? You imply you have enough time and they didn't counter in time to intercept you with thier own attack.
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No Super Reaction & Reflex Time; the unexplainable method of having super reaction and reflex times to avoid unseen attacks. Attacks that happen in a near instant in most circumstances are unavoidable once prepared / executed depending on their method and preparation. The rule applies to being attack from behind when carrying a hefty weapon, say a 150 lbs sword. There's no possible way your character can realize / sense the attack, let their brain notify the correct nerves, physically move the body and position the sword to defend against the characters attack. That example was for physical attacks only, anything energy based would more than likely break through or corrode or simply ignore and target the character itself.
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Equal Length; When a defense, counter or dispel is being executed against your opponents own attack you must post an appropriate length in return to show you're taking the match seriously. If this rule is broken by a mere paragraph by the others five, for pure example only. The opponent can either A) Option for your characters defense to be weak through lack of sufficient detail. or B) Ask for a repost with more details on to how it came about. When fighting in a T1-PC (Tier-1 - Powered Character) Match, this is very important because if you miss a single detail in both attack and defense, it will be exploited and if the opponent isn't enjoying the fight, they will call the win.
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RP Etiquette; Proper spelling, punctuation, sentance structure and all around post quality contribute to the performance and effectiveness of your post. If all catergories are not met to the expectation of either opponent both are subject to their posts being disqualified or having to be re-written depending on severity of the post in question. In finer detail you must post in explicit detail how your evade/dodge/counter work against your opponents attack.
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Interrupts; Interrupts can be considered the backbone of many forms of close combat role plays. If another were to be blasted back, begin the incantation for a spell to counter attack, execute the spell and describe the effects. The target of the spell has allocated time as the caster would be thrown back, charging the spell and then, finally, manifesting it as an attack. within this time the other character can move their character if fast enough or able to possibly cancel the spell chant. Same goes with a jump attack, they can be intercepted.
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Hypotheticals; A hypothetical is where Person A posts that, should Person A dodge to the West, he will bring his sword across; a hypothetical is a follow-up, a move that will happen if one or more conditions are met. Hypotheticals imply forethought, so they can be considered planned moves IC, and therefore do not demand the same conscious considering that would otherwise be demanded; also, hypotheticals might account for where a given attack would land if such and such defense were performed, like having a thrust to the stomach being displaced to the neck if the foe ducks.
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Inititive; Often mistaken to be god-modding in many cases is the act of relying on ones instinct and or fear of the unknown or death. There is of course obvious restrictions to this involving real-time movement of your RPC. This should be used sparingly as over-usage and statement would make a judge or your opponent believe it to be merely SR&RT due to lack of anything else happening. Often used to work within the move of the opponent.
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Use of Magic; Magic should be used sparingly and with a certain tactical advantage at mind. The size of the spell will drain your characters stamina and life force or mana reserve, depending on how you word it, the larger the spell is. Magic and spells must also be prepared with a single post dedicated to preparation entirely, spells that are not prepped can not and will not be taken seriously, the opposing force is given the option to overpower the unprepared spell.
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Use of Porting; probably the rule that is neglected the most out of the rest by those who use methods of teleportation and movement in combat for sheer convinience for their lives. When using a portal of any sort for a mid-battle manuever that involves the teleportation of your characters body, and then proceeding to attack in the same post is a violation of this rule. And depending on the type of portal, may even require preparation through links to magic and planar modification.
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Use of Shapeshifting; Quite simply shape shifting is time consuming and in most cases painful for the target user. In example a person using a lycanthrope / werewolf character will go through a minimum of three phases to transform, and thus, three posts without attacks. The first would be the preparation or activation of the transformation period and getting space for the next post between RPCs. The second post would be the transformation itself, time consuming unless the transformation is minor but for our example the lycan would be subdued by extreme pain and stamina fluctuation by bone and muscle expansion as well as physical alterations which all strain the body. And the third would be that of recovering from the pain, to be used wisely and in most cases avoid an attack sent at you during your transformation post.
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Use of Melee Weaponry; Unless specifically enchanted your weapons durability will falter during the course of the battle and the severity of the attacks used and sustained. Included within this rule all weapons are to be stated within your introduction post that will summarize what your character has brought with them in to the battle.
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Use of Ranged Weaponry; Ranged weaponry -- Firearms and ancient weapons both must have their ammunition specified in the introduction post. Ammunition is not infinite unless your character is able to use energy as its projectile. Ammunition also takes up space on your character as well as weight.
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Equipment and Armor; both put weight on your character and will slow their movement time greatly, even if proficient enough weight factors in to speed in relation to your characters size. Armor must also be specified in regard to materials used and just how much of the body is covered and where. Equipment shares the same principal.
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NPC Control; Non-Playable Characters should be minimally controlled, they can be auto-hit as effect of your attack. If they are not owned / controlled by yourself IC you may not use them to subdue or distract your opponent in any way this would fall to breaking puppeteering even though they are NPCs.
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Summons; Summonings require a contract or a sacrifice of sort in order to materialize from their realm in to the physical realm, the realm of reality. And through this only one at a time may be summoned. They are also quite taxing to the summoners mind and body having brought in a demi-god like being to use in battle and will have to take a minimum one post recovery span.
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Race Limitations; Countless times we all are faced with humans that can control celestial divinity being just humans. Have infinite stamina and mana, and high speed almost instant regeneration with no weaknesses and absorbs elements of every kind. Well, maybe not always but your character has a race, a race you more than likely would have ripped off from mythical beings. All characters have a limit to what they can do, even gods tire themselves out when competing against other gods.
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Evading; the main focus of combat in the way combat is used for is not to evade every hit and land every hit. The focus is to avoid what your character can and take the hits your character can not physically avoid. Reaction time and movement time is all factored in to a role play making moves well executed impossible to avoid. The finishing blows. Users who dream up a way to avoid, when their characters can not (both as racial traits and knowledge of the opponents race.)
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Specifications; If you do not specify everything about your characters position, defensive stance, attack angle and strength, speed and sight, hearing -- Then it can and probably will be exploited. You are not within your rights to complain about the exploitation and addition to the situation because you yourself are responsible for the world you write up during a role play. In combat this is VERY important, especially in terms of hand to hand situations.
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Setting; You're within your rights to utilize the environment, destroy it, modify and bend. But as a guideline it's recommended to focus on hitting your opponent. It doesn't matter if you blow up a thousand buildings, you should focus on blowing the opponent up a thousand times. All in all it makes you and your character look messy and unprofessional.
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Reposting and Editations; in a death match neither of the two things are allowed. Death matches are often considered real-time and therefore if you make a mistake, that spells the connection of your opponents attack and quite possibly your death. Depending on the severity of the attack. When sparring however it's a different story, usually sparring is a friendly gesture with the intent to learn from one another, not kill one another.
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Goal; the goal of combat is to outwit your opponent and their character. Baiting them to mess up and position the ultimate move that will land the winning blow. Evade what you can, hit what you can and walk away with victory.

All Guidelines Stated Above Courtesy of Xeruel.
By Posting, the fighters agree to all the rules listed above.

Post Order: Jet Jotto will post first, as sign of agreement.

[Koa Mitorashi]

~Jet stands looking into the depths of the moonlight sky,his eyes glittered by the beauty of the stars. His cape flutters around the area of his back,as he senses a presence becoming near towards him, he then pulls off the cape from the contents of his shoulders and it lands onto the snow peacefully,his weapon arsenal revealed on his waist. A pair of six Katanas around it,three on the right side, three on the other. His body felt a small warmth and he remembered what he would return to if he had won this battle. His never ending family, his wife, children, brothers and sisters. There was no way he would be able to lose this battle, his only key to victory is to remember what he called "home" in his own mind. He stands taking a slow breather and crosses his arms. The presence nearing him, his feelings tensed by just a little but still had faith within himself and his blades, looking up towards the figure with a complete glare of determination. The wind blowing his hair slightly over his eyes. But in his mind, he was still on the thought of how the outcome of this fight would go, he has yet to use his full power towards anyone he has fought in his previous battles, but the energy from this stranger was worthy of his full strength.~

[Calelex Devonshire]

He silently made his way into the battlefield; A giant grassy plain, tall grass and all. The moon above shone brightly, cascading onto the surrounding area around him. Despite the obvious apparent beauty of the area, all of this was fake: Nothing but a holographic program. Probably one of Szandor's relaxation areas that he uses. That, or a good venue to seduce a girlfriend into sex. After all, with the moonlight that bright who could resist the urge to bang whatever the hell was around them?! He smirked and shook his head, giving a tiny chuckle at the thought.

His eyes caught onto the target before him. How stupid of him to agree to meet him here, of all places. In the middle of a Praetorium base, surrounded by allies of Calelex that was just beyond the borders of the holographic room. Not that they'd jump in or anything of the sort but say that the possibility of Jet defeating Cale himself here, at this location. Then what? Would he think the Prae would simply let him walk out of here alive? After all, having blood thirsty folks for allies had some of it's positives at random intervals. He stopped, about a football field away from Jet. His mind went to work, analyzing his opponent's weapons, strengths and weaknesses that were purely a scan based on looks. 6 Katanas. Nothing all to special about them from the looks of it.


Calelex dressed appropriately, not so much stylishly as always. He left his black and red heartbreaker vest in exchange for a white tank top and a black leather jacket. His usually red checkered pants he adorned. Finally, he pulled his hoodie down that he himself had sown into the back of his leather collar on his jacket. The inside of his Jacket was adorned with many gadgets that he brought along for this battle with the target he had to deal with. The gadgets in question ranged from bullets, to weapons and such. His mind -- That was now almost 97% mechanical, began to go over the weapons that were currently in his possession. His first and most trusted weapon would be of course the In Inferno Autem. A weapon that he had become some what of an icon of Calelex's work:

In Inferno Autem was shaped like a longer version of a Japanese katana. The curve was a little less obvious but in all other aesthetic aspects it held the form of a katana. It had an engraving of the name of the blade running along the hilt. A deep crescent grove ran along the length of the blade. The blade itself held mostly penetrative qualities; Meant for offense rather than defense. This was acheived by the grove within the length of the blade, the inside of the groove being aligned with a two special kind of nanobots. One type of nanobot had used the material of the blade known as titanium-aboride alloy. This special alloy was a particularly hard alloy, these qualities deriving from the parent alloy known as titanium pure. The other alloy had a more important impacting quality, more so than just a really tough and resiliant metal. No, this other alloy had the attribute of aura/energy slicing proportions. This aboride alloy was made from Mercury and steel, impregnated with thousands of nanobots that completely consumed any aura/energy. However, these nanbots were programmed to ignore his aura. The other type of nanobots reconstructed the blade using the kinetic energy to power themselves and use the extra aboride chips that came from clashing with another blade like a source of replenishing the blade to it's original shape.

He took a few steps forward, drawing out his blade a few inches from the sheath in which it was held. Cale didn't have much time to play around with this battle. With the war still in full swing, he had to hurry up with this encounter and go on to the next. Because so, he hadn't brought his usual weapons and instead decided to deal with this threat using his more lighter weapons. Just two two others weapons, to be exact. Three if you count that one of those weapons were in a set, but to each his own. His other hand was coated in one of those weapons: The Renegade Zeus glove.The weapon in question was a more balanced answer to situations, rather than his blade which was primarily an offensive weapon as earlier explained. A tiny little disc made from the same two alloys as the one found within his blade, this little disc would remain in this tiny form that was no bigger than that of a half dollar coin, but being far heavier. A small little identation that copied the grooves of his fingerprint in the middle of the disc was the activation mechanism that transformed the tiny disc into two different forms, dependingly on which side of the coin he used. If he used the heads side, the tiny disc would expand out into a large, thick arced shield. This shield would destroy any foreign aura/energy that in came in contact with. If he had use the tails side of the coin, the tiny disc would become a liquid that would flow along his hand like a liquid glove that was in actuality a sea of nanobots. This liquid glove didn't have the ability to destroy foreign auras/energy, but they could take on the shape of any form and become a powerful solid state. His nanobots could only turn into sensible things, nothing gigantic or ridiculous. The material for these forms was that of titanium pure.

His final weapons were the two pistols that were holstered within his jacket. Faith and Misery - Two pistols that he worse upon the inside of his black jacket, each one holstered. These pistols were given to him from a friend; Naomi Zosime. Naomi had made these two pistols especially for him as a gift for him joining the ICON. The barrel of these pistols were titanium pure. The bullets were the same, except for the shell casings themself.The shell casing was the aboride, giving the bullet the ability to punch through any element of foreign aura/energy. However, this shell casing was rendered useless against other pure substances or elements, such as fire, ice, thunder. Nature based elements weakened the shellcasing. The tip of the bullet was made from the titanium plus, giving it a stronger penetrative property. He had four magazines for both guns, each magazine holding 13 bullets. The clips too were within his jacket, each one in a specially made pocket.

The pistols would come in handy later. After all, shooting a dead corpse was a funny way to end the battle. He turned to his opponent and let go of his blade, keeping the blade at it's current position of being partially sheathed. He formed his hand together, his fingers pressed together. He smiled at Jet, and waved him forward. "Show me what ya got."

[Koa Mitorashi]

~Smiling at the sight of the energy's true form and body, his eyes met Calelex a friend that wasn't very close to him. He shrugged, his scars from his past were revealed amongst his chest and the upper right corner of his forehead, the headband he bared was dyed into a deep black, its grip upon his head slightly letting go due to the wind pressure between the two, due to their incredible energy against each other. He nodded by just a little and slowly withdrew one of his blades from its holder, the one he bore within his palm, Conclusion, a blade given to him by a goddess within the heavens, given to him by his loving mother who had passed from her illness. The blade shined as it was drawn and its tip landed softly onto the ground, moonlight shining upon it, its width reached only 9 feet from his whole leg, pulling up the scarf he wore over his mouth to keep him in a slight feeling of warmth, he grinned beneath it. Conclusion allowed to pressure the air and gravitational pull within the air and use to create various forms of energy, if Jet were allowed, the air and gravity that he obtained would've then been instantly used towards his opponent, due to the fact that Conclusion's power to its owner had to be the patience within his or herself. The blade would only await a critical moment within the air to then utilize its pressure and gravity to loosen the power within, gaining its offensive ability to swing it right back towards his opponents and most likely ending their life's if they don't fend off their own attack correctly. But all it took was just a simple test of patience, taking him around the whole globe to learn and to yet master, was all the blade needed in order to be a great adversary within the battlefield. Jet slowly looked upon the skin of the blade, its design covered by absolute beauty, its steel was not an easy one to break. Hopefully not against his opponent in front of him. He then crouches down by a little, and his feet then begin to move for Calelex with tense speed raising Conclusion's blade over his shoulder, grinning at his opponents command~ "Don't have to ask!"

[Calelex Devonshire]

Calelex reached into his jacket, pulling out his fully loaded pistols. He smirked, as his eyes leveled with the sight, both barrels of his pistols aimed at Jet's center body mass. Chest/stomach area. He placed both fingers on the triggers, the cold metal seemingly came alive. The gun knew it was about to take a life home to the void. His smirk grew a little bigger, his teeth barely showing as he open fired. He discharged nine rounds from both pistols, a total of eighteen rounds flew at their target.

[Lady Sonjia Jade Walker]

Its been at least a year seince she last saw these familiar fields and tree's, and she wonder'd who the first face she would see.... The wind slightly brushed agenst her soft face as she closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet necture the tree's gave off, relieving the old nasty scents that faded away from her body from past "clients" she had in the town she ran away to. But that was the past, and she sure as hell was glad to be home.

The moonlight lit up her long black hair as her heeled boots tapped agenst the dirt road, her black wolves tail swishing behind her. She was still getting used to being a demon, evan though she was one for most of her life. She missed her human days. Days she woke up being normal for once and not feeling sick from all the blood she had took from her clients. Sonjia... Thats my name. She thought to herself. Sonjia Jade Devonshire-- She stopped herself dead in her tracks. Devonshire? Her ears lowerd to the sides and she sighed. Cale.... She was once married to an amazing man name Calelex Eclipse. And she had left him, Again. Her eyes closed slowly as she crossed her arms in distress. What would he think when he saw her again? "He probabaly has another girlfriend by now," she accidently said aloud. Cale is going to hate her forever now. But, she at least wanted to see his face, evan IF he wanted to smash her's in. With a slight chuckle, she proceeded on to her old home land.

As the wind slightly grew more intence, the scent of Cale and an someone else nammed.... Jet. Yes, it was Jet Jotto! Her old buddy! Her ears perked up with excitement as she picked up her pace into a imortal speed as she reaced along the dirt road towards the two scents. As she made her way, she found herself standing at the edge of an open field, to one of the most horrific sights she had ever seen, Jet and the man she loves, Calelex fighting. And by the smell of their adrenline and the looks on their faces, this was a Death Match. But the only thing that made her heart stop, was the man she had loved for "A Thousand Years" was standing a field away from her, and she had no clue what the hell she would say or do. Her heart began beating again as she took steps closer to the battle, not knowing what was going to happen, she just knew she was dissapointed at Jet, because evan SHE KNEW he would surely die. "Poor Poor Jet... He has no idea what he's in for." she chuckled as she grew closer.

[Koa Mitorashi]

Jet then tries to near out through the crowd of bullets, he sighs as his body is slightly inflicted at his right and left side, away some of his skin, but ignores the pain and moves towards Cale. His blade ready for whatever may seem easy to fend off next.

[Lady Sonjia Jade Walker]

Her distance between the two was good enough where she could see, hear, and smell everything quite well. She plopped down on a slight grassy hill about 12 yards away from the battle, and opend her scences to them. No one has noticed her presence yet. How rude!

She smiled as she felt the moon shine down on her back, another thing she missed. The moon wasnt really appreciated down in the big city... Humans arn't the best company. Most when your a hungrey demon looking for attention, THEN there's a big issue.

[Calelex Devonshire]

Szandor Cassiel

Lady Sonjia Jade Walker

Its been at least a year seince she last saw these familiar fields and tree's, and she wonder'd who the first face she would see.... The wind slightly brushed agenst her soft face as she closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet necture the tree's gave off, relieving the old nasty scents that faded away from her body from past "clients" she had in the town she ran away to. But that was the past, and she sure as hell was glad to be home.

The moonlight lit up her long black hair as her heeled boots tapped agenst the dirt road, her black wolves tail swishing behind her. She was still getting used to being a demon, evan though she was one for most of her life. She missed her human days. Days she woke up being normal for once and not feeling sick from all the blood she had took from her clients. Sonjia... Thats my name. She thought to herself. Sonjia Jade Devonshire-- She stopped herself dead in her tracks. Devonshire? Her ears lowerd to the sides and she sighed. Cale.... She was once married to an amazing man name Calelex Eclipse. And she had left him, Again. Her eyes closed slowly as she crossed her arms in distress. What would he think when he saw her again? "He probabaly has another girlfriend by now," she accidently said aloud. Cale is going to hate her forever now. But, she at least wanted to see his face, evan IF he wanted to smash her's in. With a slight chuckle, she proceeded on to her old home land.

As the wind slightly grew more intence, the scent of Cale and an someone else nammed.... Jet. Yes, it was Jet Jotto! Her old buddy! Her ears perked up with excitement as she picked up her pace into a imortal speed as she reaced along the dirt road towards the two scents. As she made her way, she found herself standing at the edge of an open field, to one of the most horrific sights she had ever seen, Jet and the man she loves, Calelex fighting. And by the smell of their adrenline and the looks on their faces, this was a Death Match. But the only thing that made her heart stop, was the man she had loved for "A Thousand Years" was standing a field away from her, and she had no clue what the hell she would say or do. Her heart began beating again as she took steps closer to the battle, not knowing what was going to happen, she just knew she was dissapointed at Jet, because evan SHE KNEW he would surely die. "Poor Poor Jet... He has no idea what he's in for." she chuckled as she grew closer.

((OoC: Yeah, um, problem. The setting is inside the Praetorium Foundation, my guild, which I know your character doesn't know the location of. Mind telling me how you got in there?))

[[ Sorry, S-dor. My bad. I take responsibility for this one, 100%. This battle highly involves Sonjia and such with IC interactions and I told her that she may NOT interfere, but if she wants to post that she witnessed the battle for plot-purposes that she may. If this is a violation then I understand, and apologize for it. ]]

[Calelex Devonshire]

He chuckled as his eyes registered the hit confirmation upon his enemy, obvious from his enemies facial expression. His enemies advancement and the way he held his blade indicated the obviousness of the situation; He wanted to end the battle quickly. Why? That was a theory easily speculated with theories: Was he scared of Cale? Could it be that he had to get out of here? Or did he realize that maybe, just maybe he had a fighting chance to defeat Cale. The thought entertained Calelex as a smile graced his lips. He withdrew his blade, pulling it out of it's sheath. He held the blade so that the tip hovered a couple inches off the ground.

The Zeus glove activated upon his command, already upon his left hand. The metal nanites swarmed his hand which gave his hand an illusion of being made of a liquid silver. He too started at his enemy, jogging at first then breaking into a full blown sprint. He ran directly for him, waiting until he was around 10 yards away from his target. Leaping with all his strength, he leaped straight for Jet, his left hand pulled back in a strike about to come. His glove melded into a new form; A bigger, more lethal fist that had giant spikes where the knuckles should be. The giant itself was around 3 feet big in every direction. The spikes were only a foot tall, but they're aero-dynamic design made them lethal stabbing apparatus's. From the angle in which Cale leaped at his opponent, the momentum increased on the way down thanks to the sudden change in weight and such. The strain wasn't all to bad on his arm; He was used to the weapon. Being completely behind the fist, he gave out a maniacal laugh. His blood lust was something he rarely let get to him; This being one of those instances.

[Koa Mitorashi]

Jet stood thinking very frantically, how would his loved ones feel if he didn't leave this place alive? What of his children, would they forgive him for dying so easily? He shook his head and a complete emotion of determination erupted from his heart deep within, Jet knew he had to win this fight. Dante and the rest of his children would be deeply saddened as his body laid waste within a pile of dirt, he imagined their tears, their words, and he just couldn't bear the burden of dying within this fight, even if it meant dying within the end. His resolve within this fight was to win, at least win.

Jet gripped his fist tighter, his growl becoming more enraged with anger. The memories of his poor and lifeless childhood filled his mind, he opened his eyes, within their glare, gave out a sort of
"new" Jet within himself. One that told himself that he needed to win this fight, and in turn if he lost, his death would definitely be assured and the dawn of the era he wished to bring upon this world would surely fade. But he would not let that happen, he wouldn't let that slide until his breath was final, until his body couldn't move any longer.

He then held out his arms wide and a small chunk of dark energy surrounded his body, it chipped within the air, revealing a darker force within his body. His eyes shined a dark blood red, a dark memory came within thought and came to reality, this was no longer Jet, but the rage that he held within him for so long. For this fight he needed to release that strength upon the one who would surely kill him.

He then lunged his fist back, its energy surrounded by a dark mass of fire, its scent not so familiar to the nose. Readying himself for the fist that Cale would try to impact straight for him. Screeching at the top of his lungs, "I WILL NOT LOSE THIS FIGHT!".

[Calelex Devonshire]

Cale smirked down at him, laughing almost at the final sentiment that he saw ran through his opponents head. Yes, his flames might've stopped another fist had the fist Cale was using not been made from such materials as it was. Fire, wouldn't deter steel. Not instantly at least. The momentum was buffeted for a mere second before he felt his powerful fist slam into his opponents body, the spikes giving a rather disgusting yet grotesque sound effect when stabbing into him. Bones crunching and organs getting pierced and jumbled, all into a split second in time. It was a shame, however. Jet, his target had been fairly honorable, standing and fighting in the face of such a beast and over-powering odds. That courage alone was enough to get people far...'If only this wasn't business. . .I could've saved him. If only. . .hmm. Maybe in another life.

Cale felt disgusted, revulsion over taking him as he realized who he had just become; Calelith. He was no different than his monster of a father. Killing for money, was the same as killing for sport. In the end, his life ultimately wasn't threatened by this man, Jet. Calelex didn't need the money for a noble cause, he just wanted to prove to the contractor of this target that he could defeat Jet. How much better was that than killing for sport? It wasn't. Not in the slightest.

Both of the bodies collapsed, Jet landing on his back, Calelex standing above him with the giant fist still embedded into him. Calelex's ear picked up Jet's shallow but hard-labored breathing. He was amazingly still alive, but suffering. He retracted the Zeus glove back to it's original shape, the tiny little coin and placed it in his pocket again. Turning back to Jet, He cursed himself once again at the realization of him being similar to Calelith. It was a shame. Such Valor, such pride and such bravery. All gone because of a sick game. Calelex drew his pistol from within his jacket and aimed it at his head. Sliding it back, he chambered a round manually as he looked at his downed opponent. "Be at peace. St.Peter waits for you at the gates of heaven. You will suffer, no more." He pulled the trigger twice, at point blank range with his bullets aimed directly at his skull. It wasn't a form of disrespect to his opponent. He merely wanted to end his needless suffering. After all. . .

There's no reason we can't be civil. Is there?

[[ OOC: Me and Jet agreed to his death OOC, so this can serve as my final post for the round. ]]

[Koa Mitorashi]

Not realizing the army of spikes heading in for his chest, the impact is dire and his body falls to the ground. His breathing was slow but not vague quite yet, he reached his hand out, its skin covered with blood, his eyes filled with suffering but he quickly brought a smile upon his face. Sighing, he dropped his head to the ground. He held his chest with agonizing pain, trying to wish it away but nothing of it would happen for his sake. Finally, his lung was devoured within him, and Jet, was finally, dead.