Not the Juggernaut, b***h. IV vs The Harbinger

[Tacitus]

Walking into the field is a little tricky as you first start at a stairway that finds residence deep into the gound. To get there you must find the cave called "Demon's Door" upon entering the cave the temperature goes through the roof for a mile then it changes to an extreme cold for another mile then tapers off as you finally reach the stairs they seem to go on forever but finally a clearing comes out and you see a platform that is a perfect 300ft diamter circle. The platform itself is suspended by a magical effect, leaving nothing but the abyss which has been altered, now leading to a plane of evil and depravity. The hole can truly only be known as The Phyrexian Abyss.

For ease a portal has been provided by this location's new owner to facilitate easier access, the Key given to this...Harbinger.

The platform changes temperatures not at the will of the owner of the field but at it's own whim for it has a mind of it's own. This platform could change it's temperatures so dramatically that the entire platform could be engulfed in flames without warning or drop temperatures so dramatically stalagtites start to explode from the surface skewering any unlucky fighters that happend to be there at that place and time. The platform itself also has the ability to eject people or explode if a certain square is stepped upon.

The only bits of IV clearly visible from across the way are shards of bone running back from a pale grey and slightly brown skull. Feeling a strange presence IV slowly begins to raise his head up slowly revealing his empty black orbs that seemed to pierce the very essense of one's being. Tilting his head further to the sky he levels off then looks at the individual that had been called forth.

Placing his right hand to the surface of the platform Ice slowly starts to get to a standing postition. Standing about 7 feet 6 inches with a rather slim but muscular build reminiscent of some undead beast the most noticible feature about him is the utter lack of clothing. Mere slits for nostrils and a thin mouth have replaced his facial features and any other portions of his body are too scarred to determine gender, though when he speaks it will be clear it is a male.

IV calmly regards the man from across the way, blood only now beginning to pump through his body. Wisps of darkness coil about the scars on his hands and cling to what looks to be a point along his torso where he had been cut in half diagonally. The smile upon his lips is nearly nonexistant as a stinging pain fills the air, the sound of his first syllables as a pain on the senses, but quickly fading to normal speech, "So glad you could make it. It has been five months, nearly six, from the last time this place was used, when I won it. This matter is irrelevant, what matters is a test of skills."

His form seems to shift to one side as the wisps of darkness dance through the spines of bone about his scalp and the growing spines along the back of his calves and outside of his arms. The smile curls back to show wicked teeth even across the distance, indicating that his mouth may be opening entirely too wide, "Let us act out this play and see who conducts the show and who is merely a puppet to be discarded."  

[Chrjo12]

BOOM

BOOM

Two steps, 'tis all. The Harbinger now stood a rough 100 feet from IV with maybe another 100 feet from the edge, although that really depended upon IV's current location.

The big hunk of armor then raised both gauntlets until they rested each at 90 degrees to his/its massive body. What the hell? Was he pretending to be an airplane?!?

*someone coughs* Er, no. After a slight pause, the hands, with unexpected swiftness, each bent at the elbow and retrieved an item from the back of the being, the left hand swiftly grabbing a shield and yanking up with a slight twist of wrist as well, which threw the shield to where it barely cleared the monolith, completed a 180 degree turn, and returned to the left hand, which had returned to await the grip of the shield, which would then hold it in the correct manner- a bit of superfluousness for the simple act of getting a shield out. The right hand then retrieved a javelin from the back with far less grandeur and positioned it in a jabbing/throwing position above the head and behind. The left would come out one more step to position the shield forward and the weapon back.

Silence.

The seven symbols adorning the armor(1 upon each gauntlet, 1 upon each greave, 1 upon each pauldron, and 1 upon the chest) glew faintly once before returning to look like mere aesthetic pieces again.

But nothing yet.  

[Tacitus]

A smirk upon IV's lips is clear as he takes but a single step forward, wisps of malignant black dancing about his body. A lengthening of his face to give the emblance of facial features was joined by ripping of skin, the regrowth nigh instantaneous as his form grew to that of an eight foot tall behemoth, merely a six inch increase in height with a doubling effect on weight. Weighing half a ton or more his speed seemed to be largely unaffected, his form dashing forward at incredible speeds, launching himself into a kick of sorts aimed at planting both feet on the chest plate of this metallic monolith to see if he could knock it prone. It is obvious that even weighng half a ton this individual is incredibly fast, the distance crossed nigh instantaneously, and to carry such weight he had to be strong indeed.  

[Chrjo12]

The half ton monolith as well((interestingly enough, see profile)), though much distance traveling slower, had the reflexes and reaction times required to counter such an attack.

((*realizes he forgot to include the wort "foot" in the last sentence of the big paragraph of his last post* I hope that doesn't drastically affect your post...))

At this point in time, IV would have to come in at a whole different angle to achieve a hit to the chest. So the behemoth must be in fact aiming for the shield of the Harbinger, as he would most likely achieve the same goal if he aimed for the shield.

The Harbinger brought his right foot forward as the behemoth committed itself to the attack and turned his shield 90 degrees to the left, while dropping his arm enough to ensure that his arm would not be open to attack. At the time IV would have hit the shield, he would instead be flying between the gap between the body and the shield of the Harbinger.

At the exact moment the knee began to pass by the Harbinger's body, his left arm snapped the shield in, pinning/possibly breaking the legs of the behemoth between the Harbinger's body and shield. At the exact moment this process was occuring, the javelin would lurch forward along with the movement of the right foot to turn the Harbinger parallel to the behemoth.

The javelin was conveniantly at the height to where it would pierce IV's side/chest(depending which way he faced) and push his body as far the javelin could, possibly snapping the lower back or hip, whichever area was at the first side of the shield at the time of piercing.

This was executed with the precision, timing, and accuracy that would be considered "Divine" by humans.

Side effects include (but are not limited to): Broken legs, massive blood loss, destruction of vital organs(if IV had any), broken back, et cetera, and finally complete seperation of lower body from upper body in the most extreme case.

((XD Even if that fails, that was one hella fun move to visualize and execute. If ya need clarification, etc, PM me.))  

[Tacitus]

((To tell ya the truth, I only read your prior post enough to know you hadn't attacked. XD))

Several loud cracks filled the air as a spray of blood seemed to spray out from his body as if under high pressure. The bits that would coat the armor would do less than nothing at best, and that which scattered about the floor would merely smolder. This complex construction was the epitome of the undead, its blood focused at taking organic material not attuned to the magical signatures within and destroying it by a combination of disease, acid, magical energies, and other forces. Lets hope theres nothing organic for lunch anywhere nearby.

With bones sticking out as several incredibly wierd angles IV would twist upon the javelin, wrenching his legs free from the pin with a swing that would leave him upside down. This simple swing would take a pass at the man's helm with the intent of removing it with all the dead weight of his legs. From here his hands would plant on the ground and he'd spring away, tearing a chunk of flesh away to remain upon the javelin. By the time his arc would finish his legs would be able to support him and he'd already be on the offensive again, streams of blood flooding both palms as his weight increased to eight and a half feet and his weight to three quarters of a ton. He looked as if he intended to tackle the monolith, shoulder first.

((Theres a reason his brother is called The Dominion Juggernaut. XDDD He IS the Juggernaut, b***h! XDDD))  

[Chrjo12]

((To both, I must simply respond: XDDDDDD))

The Harbinger ducked as much as the mass could when the legs broke free of the pin and he wrenched the javelin violently from the beast, aiding IV in violently removing himself from the violent javelin. The Harbinger's evasive maneuver would shift into several quick steps backward to distance himself from the greatly growing gargantuan giant. ((I hereby damn myself to hell. XD jk))

When IV began his next charge, the Harbinger would be waiting, javelin up and back again in throwing position. This time though, it wouldn't be a jab. The Harbinger waited until IV got maybe 5 feet from him and threw the javelin, throwing it from the very bottom of his feet, with all the force the monolith could muster.

The javelin fired off at the speed of a rocket and would pierce IV at the neck with enough force to offset the increasing mass of IV and fling him diagonally back to IV's right. The javelin would do one of two things: Either remain in IV's neck and fling him back, or it would simply decapitate the being, allowing the great mass to continue its charge, in which case the shield of the Harbinger would be waiting to intercept.  

[Tacitus]

It was fortunate that the shield remained at the ready, for even without a head the beast continued his charge. The weight would slam into the shield like a freight train but his skin would seem to slough off as he slid along the shield, moving to push around/under it in an attempt to grapple with the monolith. If he could get around and make a grab he'd try his best to lift the armored giant from the ground, lacking that rip his damn arm off by forceful removal of the shield. At this time the head had landed and was now getting its bearings, rising up on spider-like legs of bone formed from the spines atop his head. Once it caught site of its body it began to dart back towards it.  

[Chrjo12]

Fortunately, the Harbinger absorbed the impact horizontally, meaning he wasn't sent airborne, and he held his footing.

Rather than letting the enemy violate his personal space, the Harbinger quickly reliquinshed the sword from his back and with the same motion brought down the blade in a horizontal path in front of him. The angled slice would land just in front of his own shield and cleave IV's arms off and a good portion of his chest.

((short version; editted for detail later))  

[Tacitus]

The blade passed through the chest of this juggernaut as if he were made of water, exiting the other side with a spray of blood worth of such carnage. But he didn't fall. While his upper portion shifted to the one side a few inches it was pulled back by a movement of his skeletal structure, the wound healing almost instantly. His hands, meanwhile, were crawling back up his body as a feat of flexibility brought his leg up in a most unnatural angle to kick off the shield. His body went spinning...right into his skull. Flowing up from a roll he darted away from the monolith, coming to land about twenty feet away. A spray of blood from the arms marked his turn as he finished his retreat, the flow stopped short as the arms properly repositioned themselves and sealed up. It would be noted that at this time he did not grow, nor did the streams of darkness increase about him.  

[Chrjo12]

The actual entity known as the Harbinger began to tingle with excitement and adrenaline. This was fun.

The Harbinger began slowly advancing towards the enemy with sword angled across the body to the left where it dragged across the ground, leaving a stream of IV's blood. The Harbinger wasn't/never would get cocky, but he sure would feel ecstatic at the thought of an endless physical battle.

The sword of the Harbinger took a faint, grey, glowing outline that would be pretty much invisible just because of the color and how weak the light was.

This meant nothing at the moment. Perhaps it was just the jubilence of the entity being manifested into a faint glow.

Manifested emotions? Pssssshhhhhhhhhhh!  

[Tacitus]

Though his eyes never seemed to grow in size the head of this juggernaut was bulging, his gaping maw growing as his limbs began to lengthen. Slowly he began to lean forward as a carapice formed about his back, harder than mithral by far and able to reflect magic effortlessly. He took this moment's respite to redouble the streams of darkness flowing about his body, reinforcing the malicious magic.  

[Chrjo12]

(( stare That looks an awful lot like Cleo'ing to me.....))

The Harbinger waited.  

[Tacitus]

((Apocalypse Walker Traits: pseudo-asque 'lycanthropy.' An Apocalypse Walker can exist in one of three forms at any given time, akin to a controlled lycanthropy. The first stage is the humanoid form of extremely high speed and strength for its size. The second is a smaller version of the mighty Tarrasque of Legend, complete with ungodly regenerative abilities and a hardened shell upon its back which reflects magic to a 100% success rate from all back angles. The third form is a hybrid of these two forms, gaining the carapice but losing some mobility as its back becomes fixed.))

((You just thought he was growing for no reason...? The Fortress of the Abandonned has a profile that has not been updated for weeks if you'd like to dispute the fact that he did not have this ability prior to combat.))

As the hardened armor upon his back took shape and finalized formation his skin seemed slightly discolored, the lesser scarred portions now covered in small reptilian scales. Swirls of blackness now raged about his form in eddies that disturbed the very flow of reality around him.  

[Chrjo12]

((Nah, I believe it. It's just....that happened as soon as I mentioned something perhaps outside of physical. sad ))

The Harbinger slid his left greave forward and centered his weight low, pulling the sword out and back while keeping it parallel to the ground, in a thrusting position. The shield came forward slightly to provide cover once again for the whole suit of armor.  

[Tacitus]

((Coincidental timing, nothing more. It was the fifth post in which such a change would be taking place.))

With arms nearly dragging upon the field itself IV takes but a single step forward, the streams of darkness raging about his physical form. Each of the arms pull back and slide across the other in an incricate dance before a sudden thrust pushes one forward while the other slams the ground.

Nothing happens.