[TM~S] AERIAL BATTLE! All welcome.

[Sly Phantom]

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"Area "
A sandy desert, in the middle of the night.

Distance of opponents-50ft away.

Fighters:Epitome[TheForbidden_One] Fierce Deity.

 

[Sly Phantom]

"Epitome"
It was a dark cold night, as the moon itself would be a crescent moon. Irony indeed, especially since the being here would be known for the moon., or more or less it's fascination of it. As, nothing could be heard throughout the desert, except for the temporary silence that was sure to be broken by wild coyotes. In any case, this did not matter. Indeed it was quite irrelevant to the subject at hand. On a rock, that would protrude itself from the ground, a man was sitting there, his body seemed to illuminate with a black glow, his deep blue eyes were locked onto the moon. His black bangs would slowly sway in a passing breeze. There were strange black hexoganal markings, on his face. His left hand would be pressed upon the rock's surface. His palm pressed against the side lightly, his right hand was rested underneath his chin. He looked as though he was lost in thought. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt, a crescent moon near his neck seemed to be a fastend. His pants and shoes bother were black as well.

"Hmm..the moon is quite nice tonight..Oh how it's iridescent glow, illuminates the night sky..piercing the darkness of its continuous course. The trifiles of living..shall meet with the trifles of pain.."

Epitome, rested on the rock, waiting..  

[The Fierce Deity]

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::Time seems to crawl painfully by as the being lies in wait, the one for whom he stays to watch out soon to be upon him. A great power, to those who can sense such, is felt rising and suddenly falling, the amount of energy within dwarfing a city of millions all in its own. In the same instant, a silent figure now stands in the midst of the desert, some fifty or sixty feet away from Epitome. A second or so passes before they are greeted by a sudden wind, rolling along the ground and whisking thin sheets of sand across the earth floor. The wind blows frigidly from the being's right; a result from the speed used to reach the area, perhaps.

The mysterious figure is revealed to be a boy, looking no older than seventeen. He stands at a hint over six feet and four inches in height, towering spikes of bloody-red hair rising up above his crown and beginning to calm gently from the recent breeze. There is an equally scarlet band of cloth wound around his brow, tied behind his skull where his hair is cut much more closely to his scalp. Eyeglasses with one-way lenses fit snugly around the headband to completely mask the eyes of the boy. His ears are elongated, what appears to be a scar tracing down from the bridge of his nose to his right cheek.

Wearing a black collar around his neck, it can be seen he has a black, tight-fitting undersuit on under his attire; his regular clothes consist of a red button-down shirt with black jeans and leather boots, finished with a flowing black coat and gloves. His fingernails are oddly black, but don't seem to have any strange quality about them otherwise. At the base of the boy's spine is a long tail, draped in dark grey fur, and resembling that of a wolf's. It stretches out approximately three and a fourth feet long, hanging idly behind his legs from underneath the tall slit in the back of his coat.

His hands - barring his thumbs - within the pockets of his jeans, he has no weapons on him, nor any armor of sorts. The Mystic Wolf Demon stands silent with his heels only a few inches apart and his head tilted slightly downward, as if perhaps he is examining the ground at his feet. If compared to a human, the signature of energy within his body is nothing spectacular. Given the means by which he got here, that is more than likely misleading.::  

[Sly Phantom]

[Alright I will.]
The being known as Epitome, felt a great wind brush pass his body, the surge of air blew his silver bangs to shadow the left side of his eyes. This would not stop his eyesight ofcourse, but still until it was out of the way it would not exactly be the best view for fighting. Slowly turning his head to look in the direction of the being, while also bringing his right hand toward his face to allow his fingers to brush his bangs from his left eye. He noted the boy, his expression looked like that of a curious child that was glancing upon something that it had not seen before. "Hmm...I shall have to welcome you.."He said his voice was ver soft, a tone of cheerfulness in them. A smile would trace itself upon his lips, but not the kind of smile that an adult would give a child to reassure it, the kind of smile that seemed as if there was malice intent within them. His eyes had closed as he smiled his eerie smile at the being,"So we are to fight correct?"

Not even waiting to here the beings answer he added,"No? Die? I see.." When he opened his eyes it seemed as if time would seem to move in slow-motion. His sentient crimson orbs locked upon his opponent, no weapons were in his hands, however, his concentration was well under way, as from his eyes, something would seem to be transimitted, through the speed of thought, an unseen powerful source of chi control had been sent from his eyes, with enough force to crush a tank. His grid coordination would be key here, and his chi would be manifested and would be known. His mind had manipulated his chi to take the form of a wall, that was about 7ft wide, and 5ft across. Unless this being could detect shifts of energy or vibrations in the air, then his body would be crushed, along with being in a horrible amount of pain..as matter of fact.

Epitome would keep his same malovent smile, his attire was completely dressed in black clothing his eyes could see the free flowing electrons as well, they moved in both a free flowing fashion, and closed together movement. He was indeed going to have fun in battle with a being like this..This was no mere child..and as this was no child he knew that this was just the beggining of his fun. Indeed, his slumber had been broken. Epitome was free..Thus the wolrd would never be the same..  

[The Fierce Deity]

::The Red-Headed demon's eyes widen slightly, his brow raising in interest at the use of a familiar technique. With at least some form of ki control, an attack similar to a kiai comes from within the opponent's person, rocketing at Deity just as any kiai should. The power behind it however isn't as surprising, the wave of force crashing into his body with little effect. His trenchcoat and his hair both wave about, his body enduring the small attack as though it had not occurred. Attacks with such strength will prove less useful in this battle.

Deciding to return the gesture, Deity lowers his head slightly, his crimson eyes hidden behind his glasses as they glare forth at Epitome. His hands remaining in his pockets, his orbs flash a brilliant red, and an invisible wave of force explodes from within his form, booming across the battlefield at a tremendous speed and reaching the target in the blink of an eye. The force smashes the ground around Epitome like a meteor impact, rock and sand being blasted into the sky around a three hundred foot diameter. The explosive impact of the kiai carves a one hundred and twenty foot deep crater in the ground, the huge hole stretching out nearly twice the distance of the diameter of the attack.

Despite the massive tremors reverberating through the landscape from the sheer size of the attack, the Tall Orinian stands still and statuesque, his hair and trenchcoat once again waving about wildly in the resulting gusts of wind. Perhaps this being wishes to fight to the death? Unsure of his intentions, Deity resigns to simply hold his own and protect himself.::  

[Sly Phantom]

His crimson eyes would analyze the being's gathering of 'ki', his smile slowly turned into a sad expression, as he would allow his eyes to trace itself upon the demeanor of the man. His hands were in his pockets so he had guessed, he would not be using such power, to emit ki into the shape of energy from his hands. However, the important was, he was prepared. To evade that is. His mind would gather the free-flowing electrons around him, until he would mentally alter the rotation of these electrons, concentrating on his being, would create a reverse time dialation field. Normally, time dialation would bring time to a stand still itself, however, a reverse effect, would transcend the laws of physics. Especially when it came to speed and motion. This sort of method of speed would make him seem as if he could travel long distances, without much movement at all.

Which meant it would seem, in his opponent's perspective, that Epitome was sitting on the rock, at one point, but would seem to not blurr out of existence, at one point, merely to be at the boy's back at another, about 24 ft behind him. His black bangs blew wildly from the sheer force and pressure of the attack. "Let's..play.."He muttered in his same light soft voice, that held a deep meaning into it. As his mind concentrated, on the energy around him, he would concetrate on his hands, the depths of it would manage to allow a dark red glow to form at his finger tips. Gathering the energy in his hand by ki concentration, his mind would began to concentrate on the atoms in the air.

ThermoKinesis would be involved here as he continued to concentrate. The temperature of the surrounding area was rising, the atoms he was gathering in the palm of his hand began to emit an intense light, from the searing heated atomic energy. It had not taken form just yet, but it would in a few moments. Epitome, would bring his hands back in one horizantal motion, his elbow would be pointed behind him, his palms placed towards his opponent, before he thrusted his arms forth. A great pillar of dark crimson light shot toward the boy. The beam was about 13ft wide, and was moving at the 15ft per second.  

[The Fierce Deity]

::Time control, whether limited or not. Techniques such as this are not alien to the Mystic Wolf Demon, who has run into many a similar ability. He needs not use a method of controlling time to outmaneuver opponents, thus not finding it as useful. It is still a dangerous enemy, for which to keep an eye out. His senses instantly tell of Epitome's new location, Deity calmly turning on his heel to face him.

The tall boy doesn't seem to acknowledge the growing temperature, unphased by it at this point. The attack is then unleashed, moving at a surprisingly very sluggish pace. Deity would like to believe that, after his last attack one would use something with a bit more effort. He calmly hops up and out of the way, allowing the pillar of energy to pass harmlessly below him. Common discharged firearm rounds move faster than that, and they're infinitely more useless. In the exact same instant in which he has cleared the path of the beam, the sole of his right leather boot is a hairbreadth away from Epitome's countenance, prepared to send him hurtling into the ground at a supersonic velocity. With the kick, Deity is aiming to drive him backwards into the earth from the force of the crushing blow.

The speed the devil used to cross the short gap between he and his opponent was just normal movement for him, yet over four hundred times more swift in movement. His opponent seems excited at the prospect of a powerful opponent, which only arouses Deity's curiosity. He senses that the boy before him is hiding something, thus only using a small percentage of his own power.::  

[Sly Phantom]

Fortunatly for Epitome, his beam attack had ended. Seeing the being known as Deity, easily evade his technique showed him something alright. That holding back was not necessary. However, the prime matter at hand needed a decisive action to it. His crimson orbs, managed to see Deity's movement, as he gained information from watching his last move earlier. Fortunatly his right arm still held, the high level of ki he had used earlier. He would bring his right arm back, the tip of his elbow pointing towards behind him, as he would thrust his right arm, putting his whole body into the powerful swing. His knuckles would clash with the underside of deity's foot. At first it would seem as though upon impact, everything had stopped.

Until..
THWOOOOOM!!!!!

The shockwave would be the begining of such a chain reaction of events. The sand itself would be sent flying all over the area. Rising into the air, like splashing water, a meteor sized crater would form around the two of them, the ground shaking from the force of output from the two beings. Epitome's expression was different, then before. For one, his lips were curved in a malovlent smile. His right hand would grasp itself around Deity's foot, from the underside horizantally. His left hand would grip around Deity's ankle. He would spin himself around, and around. Spinning his body like a top, while holding Deity tightly. His speed was around mach 3, and from the resistance to friction, it was only getting worse. The sand seemed to cave in on them. Until thats when it happened. Epitome bent his knees, before pushing himself off the ground, and tossing him downwards towards the sky, moving at the speed of a falling star. Deity's body would go careening through the earth's crust, unless he did something fast.

Epitome stayed in the air, being levitated by Kinesis. His red eyes glimmered. He was interested in this being..  

[The Fierce Deity]

::Using his own ability of flight to his advantage, Deity keeps his balance once his leg is grabbed. Of course, this prepares him for the next maneuver, which he expects. He allows himself to go into the spin, clenching his fists and keeping his body stiff, his clothes waving wildly about while his scarlet eyes stay focused on Epitome.

In the instant that the boy leaves the ground, the tall Orinian uses an exhibition of his own strength and pulls his body inward, bending his torso forward along with his right knee. His black fingernails suddenly stretch out into two-inch claws, which promptly imbed themselves into Epitome's shoulders, powerful enough to slice through the strongest of metals. His long finegrs curl around him and hold tightly, his lower body swung away from him as Epitome attempts to throw him. This is just as Deity has latched on, leaving his opponent little time to react to the defensive maneuver.

Using the swift momentum of Epitome's rotation, Deity swings his legs out with is heels together after the boy releases his right foot, now beginning his own counter-clockwise swing, though he is more or less spinning around Epitome, simply causing him to rotate around swiftly and violently in place. This orbit doesn't last as long however, the red-headed demon hardly making two laps before he again utilizes his flight to halt his lower body, releasing his opponent's shoulders. The sudden stop of his legs causes his upper torso to bend and act like a slingshot, and he swings his arms out and to his left, attempting to hurl Epitome through the air and high into the atmosphere at over seven thousand miles per hour; nearly ten times the velocity of sound.

In order to prevent him from countering in the exact same fashion as Deity has, he flies in a conflicting direction as his momentum would prefer - down and to his left - lagging his speed and also preventing Epitome from feeding off of that momentum for his own offensive maneuver. Should he try to drag Deity along with him or throw him elsewhere, the wolf demon would not budge, like he was glued in place. Should the throwing attack work, Deity would pause for only a moment to get a glimpse of the warrior's physical reaction in the air, and then disappear. He would be waiting for Epitome high in the sky, wary of a counterattack, but with his left arm raised up above his head. With the boy spinning about towards him at such a speed, he'd slam his elbow down with a force great enough to instantly send him back down to the surface of the Earth at an equal or even greater velocity.::  

[Sly Phantom]

A clever evasive maneuver it was. Indeed, Epitome would be hurled through the air, at speeds of this magnitude, however this was actually a speed he was used to seeing. After all things progressed differently then the speed of physical training , and it was time to act, and use one of his abilities. It was a good thing it was dark outside right now. For the power of shadows was something he was known for manipulating. His mind could feel the aura of Deity, his speed seemed to make it as though his existence was a lie, until he would return, and thus he was there.

Epitome's body would fly toward Fierce who was indeed waiting, however, before he reached him, his body faded from view, into that of a metaphysical form, before fading away entirely. Epitome had concentrated using his mind to to manipulate the shadows as well, and thus had manifested the portal of darkness. His body could be seen flying towards the ground back-first, before he gripped his knees close to his chest, flipping towards the ground rapidly before landing on his feet, despite the fact that the same momentum had been used from Deity's reverse, upon impact, the ground dented, slightly, as he landed in a crouched position his palm pressed against the ground.

BOOM!

His eyes are shadowed by his bangs.Dust kicked up from the ground, and his impact upon it. The sand hid him from view, however..
His mind concentrated upon his entire being, as he focoused on the nearbye electrons, and altered their rotation again using his method of a reverse time dialation field. His body would suddenly be in the air, behind Deity, his right hand clenched in a fist was about to slam into Deity's back, with great amount of Ki. If the strike was to land upon the planet it would crash through the core of it...
 

[The Fierce Deity]

::Time distortion again. Deity's ability to sense the presence of life energy, honed many-fold in devil form, allows him to quickly catch his opponents' positions, despite their supposed speed. He quickly spins about, his hidden crimson eyes narrowing as he sees Epitome there, his fist already aimed for the boy's torso. His left hand lifts up to meet the incoming attack, Deity's body turning swiftly clockwise, connecting his palm with the right side of Epitome's clenched hand.

Just from this glancing contact, he feels the impact of the blow, his body feeling a gentle shockwave from the great force. Surprising indeed, but he doesn't take the blow head-on, thus not taking any damage, and showing no real signs of acknowledging the power of the punch in the first place. At his current level of strength, he would probably notice much more clearly if he'd been hit directly.

Feeding the momentum of the punch by allowing his palm to flow along and push Epitome's fist a little further, he moves slightly toward Epitome's right, lifting his right arm and curling it around his head, clenching his fist tightly. In the same blink of an eye that the initial punch is thrown, Deity is swinging out with his right arm, spinning to face his original position - his position before turning to meet Epitome - and hurling the back of his right fist toward the back of his target's head. The power of the blow is similar to that of the massive punch of Epitome's, the attack aimed at a slightly downward angle. However, if this being can defend and maneuver around attacks like his own, then this is more or less casual hand-to-hand combat.::  

[Sly Phantom]

Edit-Epitome's senses would activate, as he watched this being feed of the momentum of his powerful punch. Using his kinesis to keep himself afloat, he hovered to the left to avoid the fist. However, in which he extend his left hand out into the view of the punch. His left hand flew towards Deity's wrist, to grip it from the side, a strong force of ki would expel from him, the shockwave shot towards the ground rippping it up in an abrasive flurry of of erosion. Epitome would tighten his grip around the wrist of Deity quickly. His right hand would place itself upon the chest of Deity, his palm would fly at him in the blank of an eye, with great force then what was used earlier.

His hands would eminate a deep crimson hue, as the symbols on the back of his gloves would respond to his hands and shine a deep red as well..
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[The Fierce Deity]

::Having his right arm caught is expected, Deity keeping his fist clenched, the tight undersuit underneath his clothing providing little defense against the powerful grip of his attacker. Then again, he is more or less wearing it for the style at the moment, his body durable enough in this form. Bending his elbow as he turns to face Epitome, he increases the pressure on his arm, forcing back on his opponent's grip, even as his wrist is caught.

Just as he does this he lifts his left hand nigh-instinctually, and, slamming his palm with considerable force into the boy's, clasps his fingers around Epitome's hand. The light around their hands ripple in temporal distortion from the outburst of expelled invisible energy, the devil being a proficient of ki control. With the speed used to catch the incoming palm-strike, one would think he saw the strike coming before it did. As Deity does with his right forearm, he forces his left hand against Epitome's right, his face strangely calm, his masked eyes slightly narrow as though possessed of deep concentration.

As powerful as his grip is; as great as the strength in his arms seems to be; the harder he may be pushed against, only the more forcefully he will thrust back in this battle of strength, as though feeding from an internal well of power. The crimson eyes of the Mystic Orinian Wolf Demon catch the strange glow emanating from Epitome's gloves, bringing a spark of curiosity to his mind. Even as close as he is now, he should be sure to stay wary of what goes on around him.::  

[Sly Phantom]

Battle of strenght indeed, however Epitome was not just using strenght to his whim. He was using his head as well. Literally. He brought his head back, as their hands were locked in what seemed to be a 'power struggle'. His opponent was forcing himself towards Epitome, his energy seemed limitless. Epitome however, was not weak himself. Bringing his head back, his mind would use a technique that he rarely had to use against people. Mind Shift. His focous would shift towards not only his inner chi, but towards the being's genectic build-up as well. The symbol's glow was sure to be noticed by now. Then again, it's glow was already noticed, however, Epitome had already started one part indeed.

Focousing his chi into his head, he would bring forth his forehead towards the cranium of his opponent with amazing force. If the blow landed, it would be known as the kind of blows that allows a brief flash of white light to shine towards the eye of the being. The shockwaves, of invisible force, would slam upon the desert grounds causing them to shake roughly. Chi was not far from his grasp, nor was the concept of it's use as well. The being known as Epitome's ki grasp was quite good as well. His purple eyes seemed to be doing something during the fight. One could even say it was as though he was gathering information, through the eyes of the Shin-Class warrior.

The symbol on the back of his gloves was an odd shape, what seemed like that of the star of David, though none could be sure really. It's crimson glow eminating a radiant glow, due to the gathering of nearbye electrons, that were being pulled into the palm of the glove.  

[Ikibe]

A massive brilliant blue tear rips open the sky above.

Out of it drifts a gargantuan battleship. Looking like an aircraft carrier in the sky, with a bank of huge glowing engines astern. It bristles all over with weapon emplacements, bomb bays, launch pads, and more weapons. The control tower rises high above the deck, and seems to be part of the main weapon too.

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