The Warmakers

[Selina Misao]

Selina would leap from branch to branch with the true balance and agility that would resemble that of an acrobat, smoothly and quickly she gained speed following the naked man through the trees. Her eyes catching all before them, even the naked butt of the man whom she had been fighting not moments ago.

As she carried on forwards she would begin to focus more and more, her ice blue gaze scanning the area while letting her senses do their sweeping.

Now as the man stopped she would slow a little and come to a stop not far behind him, standing there it seemed the blade had disappeared as she watched what was happening. She would keep a guard due to the man whom she had fought being so close yet she would look down to the man upon the T-Rex, no emotion could be seen upon her attractive soft skinned slightly tanned face.

As she stood there she would allow energy to build up within her drawing on her focus, the energy would begin to flow around her body. Her mind would be at a calm focused state as her senses did their work, she had stood partly hidden inside a small dip in the tree..

[Vintrict]

Verev stopped upon his eyes catching the sight of the bare-naked man who stood before him defiantly, along with hearing his voice that spoke in a mood of curiosity. The way he showed himself in such a posture gave away that this man must have held some high prestige in this land. Or he was just the man the Phoenix Warrior was looking for.

"Who am I," Verev asked, his arms hanging lazily off his knees as he leaned forward on the head of the T-Rex. His facial expression matched the lazy look, his eyes appearing drowsy. But you could see that he held no sleepiness, as those coral red eyes of his kept lit in the lighting around them.

"I am Verev Thernis, leader of the Phoenix Warriors, a guild that will soon be the King of all." His left hand holding onto his half eaten stick of meat, he grabs another large rib out of the chest of the T-Rex to his side, not even having to get up from his seating, and a large ripping noise is heard before he tosses the flab of meat toward the standing man.

"But we have plenty of time for introductions, so eat while we are here."

Verev's eyes looked a bit yonder past Clash, speaking a bit louder so that the woman who thought she was keeping concealed could hear him. "And you, too, missy. I doubt we want to start the excitement so quickly."

He then looked back to Clash. "And put on some damn clothes, will you?"

His teeth bit down onto the tough meat, tearing off another bite.

[Saint Clash]

His left palm whipped out, the slab of meat falling into it with a wet smack. Eyes craned downward at bleeding rib muscle and he sniffed. Gamey. Salivating, Clash lifted his gaze to the leader of these Phoenix Warriors.

" 'King of all,' huh?" He tossed the rib back in Verev's direction. It thumped onto the back of the tyrannosaurus and slid down its scaly hide, leaving a wide streak of blood. "As barbarous as I can be, I don't much like uncooked meat. Lion-O, you killed my T-Rex. Skip the formalities!"

A boot and one bare foot struck the earth. Dashing forward, he slammed his bloodied left palm into the ground. A shockwave blasted forward, spewing great spikes of soil into the air that fell over the boughs of the trees like heavy rain; loosened rocks jetted out to either side of the furrow carved in the force's wake. With a final boom, the entire carcass of the dinosaur blasted straight into the air. Its innards heated instantly, efflorescing like a giant red flower. Shards of hot bone rocketed outward like crude spears, into Verev's midst.

[Vintrict]

The meat was cooked, or you could say it was half-cooked. But throwing the rib of meat back to him was proof enough that he wasn't going to stand for the rareness of it, nor the fact that the T Rex was dead. It seemed like not only did the land belonged to him, but the animal that Verev was eating from was a special pet, too. It amused the large man greatly, his smile remaining even when the hand of Clash slammed into the earth and caused a large wave of the soil to burst upwards like something was coming from underneath them. He was still sitting there on the head of the reptile as the earth raised its maws and suddenly, the bones from the skeleton rained down onto him like spears piercing for his body.

"So, in the end, that is how it will be..."

The soil bashed down onto his body, and he was covered entirely in the attack. As the brown dirt splashed onto the ground, a growing shape erupted from above the debris, and coming into appearance was Verev himself, holding his hammer with both hands as he came arcing down toward the ground, a well aimed strike of his hammer coming for the body of Clash in a vertical downward bashing strike. The armor on his body was a sign that the bones were unable to harm him, the dirt washing away as he moved through the air, his cape flowing behind him as he glided.

"Then show me your strength!"

[Selina Misao]

She was only partly concealed standing in the tree, peeking out to watch the guy who had slain the T-Rex and making sure to keep an eye on the naked man. Selina would not move for now but had acknowledged the mans words to her. She would listen to what was said then on hearing the naked mans response a smirk would appear on her plump silky lips, it was in the least to say amusing seeing him standing there nude.

More and more energy pumped through her body, her focus would not sway. As Clash slammed the ground Selina would stabilize her body and footing on the tree, preparing herself for what might be about to come but for now she would stand on guard at the ready not speaking a word as her piercing ice blue eyes would continue to take in all before them. Capturing all the action that had started to take place, she would wait for now...

[Saint Clash]

Vintrict

As the brown dirt splashed onto the ground, a growing shape erupted from above the debris, and coming into appearance was Verev himself, holding his hammer with both hands as he came arcing down-

-into Clash's right fist. The force from the blowback of his shockwave had blasted him skyward; by slamming his fist into the ground at a backward angle, he vaulted himself forward through the air. With knees tucked into his chest and his fist cocked back, when Verev exploded through the cloud of dust with the hammer raised overhead, Clash uncoiled his entire body and shotputted his right fist square into the adversary's chest.

"Hoouh."

Verev's armor would absorb some of the blow, but would it protect against blunt force trauma?

[Selina Misao]

Selina would just stand there upon the tree watching what was happening, making mental notes of each man and their movements. Though the thing she pondered on for a bit that the man to whom she had fought did not seem to care that he was wearing no clothes, he would just get on with it to which the smirk would remain upon her lips.

For now she would just stand there focusing and building her energy, at the ready to make any sudden movements if needed. For the guy she had been fighting seemed to be doing ok for the moment and they seemed to be going at it so why intervene at this present moment in time when it was not needed, her black short hair would blow slightly in the breeze as her curved toned body gained more and more energy with her focus set.

[Vintrict]

He was a bit shocked to see his opponent awaiting him from the other side, his fist pounding into the plate of armor as they were momentarily airborne. The force was absorbed, as expected, before the rest of it hit into his chest underneath. Fortunately, his body's muscles throbbed where he was impacted, helping in resisting against the rest of it, his face only slightly twisting in pain, but nothing to keep him from keeping forward. Weight impacted into the power of his punch, Clash's punching arm bending back as the momentum of Verev continued. He was too close to swing his hammer at, but Verev's overhead arms would still be able to do something as a retaliation.

"Grr!" The butt end of the hammer's handle is struck downward instead of bringing the head of the weapon down into a full swing, aiming it at the forehead of Clash as their bodies met in the air. The force itself was not going to be well felt, the entire velocity of his opponent being redirected vertically toward the ground perpendicularly as the thirty pound weapon is struck against his skull.

[Saint Clash]

Clash's fist drew back to his side. The butt of the handle cracked into his forehead. He rolled his skull away from the blow, angled his body slightly to the left in an attempt to lessen the impact. He turned back to Verev, a ragged gash twisting along his brow. Blood beaded to the surface and fell away in tiny drops, lost in their descent toward the earth.

And in a moment their bodies smashed together with bone-jarring force. Clash was ready, both hands bared at his sides. His bulging arms wrapped around his adversary's chest. They tightened immediately into a vice-grip that locked Verev's body in place, forcing his arms to remain elevated, useless at this range as they bore the weight of the hammer. Crk. If he could, he'd crush his opponent's chest cavity through the armor.

"Nice teeth you got there. Like mine?" He grinned inhumanly, flashing a set of big pearly whites, overlapping incisors sharpened to jagged points like a Cossack's. His neck muscles flexed, face shooting forward, twisting to the right; he bit down on Verev's nose. They plummeted, the earth rising swiftly. The naked warrior torqued his body in an attempt to wrench Verev around toward the ground, seconds before impact.

[Selina Misao]

On seeing Verev bringing down his giant hammer towards Clash her eyes would widen as she leapt fowards onto the next tree.

"Oh s**t....."

She watched the action as Clash went to wrap his arms around Verev, standing there letting more and more energy build she would await to see what happened next but would always remain ready to react if needs be.

Selina would just be able to see a quick glimpse of Clash's teeth, that brought back memories.

[Vintrict]

This man was serious in the way he had his arms grasp around Verev's chest and hold onto him in some form of a bearhug. His armor would easily hold up to it, but the Phoenix Warrior was more amused that he actually was going to try to pull this off. A game of grappling was a fun sport for the man, having him let go of the hammer right before he is bit on the nose. The pain that followed kept the man's attention off the fact that he was being turned around in the air, followed by a large slam into the ground back-first, dust shooting upwards from his impacted landing, following with the dirt that was still showering down from Clash's shockwave. Though his nose was now bit down by the teeth of Clash, Clash would find it incredibly hard to try to tear it from his face, the skin of it tougher than any normal being.

Impacting into the ground made his arms usable again, having his large hands come forth and grip each side of Clash's head before pushing upward on his face to rip his head from off his nose. The teeth would grind through flesh and cartilage, leaving a nasty wound of blood streaming from the middle of his face. The experience was not something Verev was happy about, so he was going to make sure he punished this man for doing such a thing. So he takes his thumbs and move them across the cheeks of the man before he presses them into the very eyes of Clash himself. He was performing a eye gouge using strength that was capable of destroying a T-Rex. He may not immediately make him blind, but blood was sure to flow from those eye sockets as he pushed in Clash's eyeballs.

Hopefully, the pain of it would have him leave just enough attention away to allow Verev to move swing his arms to the right to throw the man off his body.

[Vintrict]

((*continues to wait* ninja ))

[Vivi Triumph]

(( -- Clasps hands together and hums softly. -- Hmmm... Wonder if this Clash would be the one I'm wondering if it is... -- Observes and decides to find out, perhaps even join in. -- o.o ))

[Saint Clash]

Dust fell over them in a choking cloud; dislodged pebbles and debris pelted the earth like a hail storm, bouncing off Clash's muscly back. Momentarily stunned from the impact, he lay with his full weight pressuring the man beneath him, gritting his teeth even with Verev's nose between enamel.

Grip. A powerful set of hands closed over either side of his skull. "Rrrrrr--" Neck muscles bulged in resistance, but he found his pearly whites slipping from their twisted morsel. His eyes blazed, bugging out of his head, which shook between Verev's fingers; a single stream of his opponent's blood slid over his bottom lip. Then Verev's hands shifted, thumbs piercing Clash's eyes with a strange sound. A wet sound.

Poo-kee.

"EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--!!"

His eyeballs burst into gushing red fountains. Viscous liquid splashed his opponent's face, only inches below his own. Clash's features underwent grotesque transformations; his head tilted back, chin jutting outward, mouth a fanged rictus laced with strings of spittle. Thick in blood up to the knuckles, Verev's thumbs slipped from his sockets. The Phoenix Warrior's arms swept to the left, then crashed back into Clash's head and shoulder in an attempt to toss him. He strained, body quaking, the ball and toes of his bare left foot digging into the soil. The two were chest-to-chest and Clash merely let his weight press into the man as he held fast, denying him the leverage needed to throw him off. Suddenly, his grasp broke beneath Verev's back, elbows sweeping outward. Sunken, dark red pools stared down into the Phoenix Warrior's eyes; drops spattered his face. With forearms like meathooks, Clash hooked the index and middle fingers of each of his hands into the insides of Verev's eyeballs, pushing. Scooping. Eyes for eyes.

"--EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH--"

[Vintrict]

You knew when something was only flesh when your thumbs could easily push in its eyeballs and bring about a pool of blood like none had ever seen before. The red streams of dripping red was a beautiful sight to see to Verev, who smirked with bright teeth. When he attempted to scoop the man off of him, he became surprised to see that the man was sticking on. Normally when someone had their eyes gouged, they would be kicking off, screaming for their life as their vision left them. But this man, no this man, instead held on and screamed a cry that was more than just a cry of pain. It sounded a cry of a man who was angry, angry for being hurt, hungry for vengeance.

And his eyes watched before two fingers went for each of his eyeballs, pushing into it.

"AAAAARRGGGH!"

Verev released his own cry of pain and anguish, both of his hands coming to the neck of Clash, squeezing tight to restrict air from going further through his windpipe. Blood was starting to stream like tears down each side of Verev's face, his own blood that was dripping down from the move Clash was pulling. Clash would feel that putting his fingers into the eyesockets of his head not being an easy task, the membrane itself feeling much more thicker than a normal human's. This was the reason why he didn't try to go for the wrists to remove the hands, but instead for the neck. Air was precious to many people. Take air away, and you take away their strength. Verev could endure his time.

Verev bit down on his teeth hard as fire raged in his eyes, blood red coming into a glow, taking the place of his irises and pupils into a full crimson glow. Not the red of blood, but the red of true fire, heat seering up from the eyes before the fingers of Clash would feel like they were dipped into the toasty coals of a burning fire, the heat destroying nerves and skin in order to consume all that got in its wake. Suddenly, Verev's mouth opened, a loud roar growing in volume from his throat. A mix of yellow and orange colored the inner parts of his mouth in a brilliant light before a stream of fire blasted from within, his breath shooting a stream of constant fire that was eating away at his exposed head. Clash could try to move his head away, but unfortunately, his neck was currently being constricted by the strong hands of the Phoenix Warrior leader. The stream would only last for five seconds, but these would be the most painful five seconds thus far.