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::His gloved fingers clenching more tightly around the backs of Epitome's hands, the tall Mystic Orinian Wolf Demon maintains a solemnly calm expression on his face, showing no strain or exertion. His arms don't move, continuing to increase the strength used to push back against Epitome's arms; the harder he fights back against him, the stronger Fierce appears to be.

His brows raise gently as he sees the boy rearing back for a headbutt. Not finding this test of strength will truly go anywhere, he prepares to counter. In the blink of an eye, Epitome's forehead backs contact, but instead of Deity's cranium, it slams into the devil's right knee. Straightening his arms and lifting his knee, Deity uses his strength and force himself away, pushing his leg out and releasing the boy's hands as he spins into a backflip. He twirls backwards in the air slowly before beginning to fall.

His boots land with a soft thud as he hits the ground, his wolflike tail swinging about casually as he looks back up at his opponent. Epitome is impressive enough to still even be in the battle, but that may indeed change once Deity starts using more power in his attacks. Suddenly, there is a rift that blasts open in the sky, blindingly bright and blue in shade. Deity calmly glances at it, only tilting his head down to allow the brim of his hat to mask him from the light.

As the light recedes, he looks back up, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans at his hips. This is rather odd. The large battleship is alien to him, but not entirely out of the ordinary. He has seen massive spaceships and battle cruisers around his brother's empire many times. They are likewise unimpressive. The lone Orinian glances over to Epitome as if to catch his reaction for a moment, arching an eyebrow as he returns his attention to the ship.::

Dozens of gun emplacements begin to glow on the underside of the battleship. Its beam weapons quickly gathering a charge as they prepare to scour the grouund below.

Doocking bay open on the starboard side, and squads of (M)edium (I)nfantry Mechs disengage themselves, dropping into the skies before engaging their burners and drifting.

A voice comes over the Battleship's PA, amplified and directed at the warriors below.

"Attention combatants. This is Captain Townsen Rivers of the third Ikian Army. You are ordered to surrened immediately and present yourself for reconfiguration at the advanced processing factory. Those who do not comply will be summarily executed."

Epitome tilted his head to the right side, a bit more, confusion would be the grace his features clearly as he blinked at it. The amplified voice, gave him an interesting idea, however his imagination was not going to be put into view here at the moment. The fact of the matter here was his fun was spoiled. Now why would we even want to do this when nothing was holding him back this time?

His gaze shifted to Deity,"Feel like surrending? Who knows they may have free food.."He remarked with an air of sarcasm heard within the tone of his voice.

<<...so, in other words....they have some big guns, some bigbig guns, and a whole lotta bigbig ammo... < <; ....got'cha.>>

::As if in a trance, the tall Orinian devil pays no attention to the words so sarcastically leaving Epitome's lips. His vermillion eyes close as he stands silent in the middle of the sandy desert, prevailing winds blowing the sand and dirt wildly about with his scarf and coat. His tail swings gently behind him against the breeze, and while he shows no fear, he still displays no intention to move or battle.

Without any notice, the ship attacks, the resulting outcome being a massive detonation of sorts, blinding the small figure of Deity from the view of the ship or its forces. The moment the blast explodes into existence, any life signals from the Mystic Tonepian vanish, as if he isn't there at all. He remains unmoving up until the last instant in which he is detectable by either this new foe or Epitome, appearing to have been caught within the blast.::

Ironically as soon as the words were spoken the battlecruiser let forth it's first assault on the two of them.The sapphire hue of Epitome's sentient orbs, broke down the structure of every molecule and every being of light forwarded from the energy output. His mind would center forth his concentration upon the nearbye electrons for further use, focousing his entire mind tapping into that of his cerebral cortex, for the full use of his mind. His stance was a normal stance, his hands at his side, until he focoused the free-flowing electrons into that of his entire being.

The light would shine, hiding himself from view as well as Deity, and the ship. Altering the rotation of electrons to move backward. His existence would not be detected, until the end of movement as the explosion's prime would meet. It was as if he was there, and gone at the same time..

Yet despite this his figure was no longer in view.

::The smoke and dust waft about lazily, slow-moving nigh-intangible masses simply drifting through the air and curling around the small mechanisms as they roam the crater to see what remains of their prey. No doubt, they eventually will come across where the tall Orinian was - or, more specifically, is. Though the level of the ground has been lowered around fifty meters due to the force of the explosion, he remains unmoved, his energy signature staying low and undetectable.

Of course, his other bodily functions are running as usual, and, aside from a significant layer of dust collecting upon his coat and the brim of his hat, he is virtually unharmed. This is an example of either his speed or his endurance, and he doesn't seem like he'll be telling. Regardless of the mechs' position possibly being underneath him, he begins his descent, his hands buried snugly in his pockets as he lands upon the ravaged ground. A small collection of loose dust is blown to the side almost immediately upon his landing, his trenchcoat casually flapping in the breeze.

The Mystic devil arches his right eyebrow at the failed attempt at execution by the so-called Captain Rivers. Hopefully this display is the least-useful of the assets available to the Captain, or else Deity would almost feel guilty for wiping these little robots out. Ignoring them for just a moment, he turns his head to where he last saw Epitome, wondering if he faired as well in the midst of the detonation. He'd hate to have their duel permantently interrupted.::

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Two violet eyes look over the desert to the giant battleship, drawn by a mixture of forces gathered. The presense of Ikibetech takes a back seat to the mystic demon that has drawn his gaze, a frequent visitor of an establishment he had been to only so few times. Ashen gray locks fall across his eyes in the desert winds, hiding two small wings in a mess of hair. About his head a light blue sheen can be seen, shining bright in the darkness of the night skies. A choker surrounds his neck, blue sigils and arcane marks slowly revolving just above the collar of his loose grey dress shirt, the depiction of a weaping phoenix upon the back is clear as day.

Two violet wings wreathed in blue flame extend from his back and seem to run down his arms, complimenting the blue chain that is wrapped around his right hand. An orb of crimson flecked with emerald surges around him in a steady unrelenting pace. His midnight blue cargo pants bulge near the bottom as two boots of a similar color wrapping around his feet.

His two fingers of mithral construction twitched and moved of their own accord, seperate from the rest of his hand, hidden slightly by the chain wrapped tightly around his hand. Streams of mana flowed around him, passing through his form and through the chain around his arm. Already he had begun, already he had seen the destruction that could be wrought here this day. He began to dart through the skies towards the combatants and what had moments ago been a peaceful ring of mecha that were bent on destruction. Now, however, he wasn't sure how intact they were going to be.