Maelthorn VS. Fierce

[The Fierce Deity]

::A very small town lies alone, secluded in the center of a large clearing of desert land and surrounded by low-altitude mountains. With over five miles of sand and rock in any given direction, this little podunk seems even less significant, with not a paved road in sight. Only a few homes and trailers occupy it, save a small convenience store and autoshop near the edge of the town, only a short walk from the other side of the area.

However, something is horribly wrong.

All around and within the rustic community are pillars of black smoke, the fires at their base slowly growing under the slow, prevailing winds form the south. Most of the flames seem to be spurting from within the remains of shattered automobiles and heavy tractors, some as far as eight yards from the farthest gated area. Even more disturbing is the constant presence of blood and death in each direction. Some walls are splattered with human remains, parts of the former inhabitants of this place littering the streets and homes.

A shrill cry fills the area, echoing off of the cliff faces in the distance as attention is drawn to the middle of the street. A young blonde girl, hardly twelve years old at the most, is dashing across the dirt road, having rushed out of her danky old house a moment ago. Wearing a t-shirt and brown overalls with sneakers, her clothes are smeared with the blood of others, her neck showing bruises in the shape of fingers. She's crying, indistinct and now-shallow screams leaving her half-crushed throat as she looks for some sort of help.

She has not long to look. A few seconds later, the thick Black Mist crawls out from within the home, crossing the threshold and covering the wooden tiles. The leather boots of the Red-Headed Devil step their way onto the girl's front porch a moment afterward. A bolt of scarlet energy coursing around his body as he moves, the screech of his abysmal, red-laced aura remains soft as he walks casually forward. Watching his step, Fierce looks down as he leaves the porch, a bit of a spring in his stride taking him down to the sandy ground floor.

Making no motion to chase after the girl, the devil moves into the center of the road before coming to a slow stop, his tail waving lazily below his hips. The young blonde sees him behind her, her arms flailing about as she tries harder to keep her balance and move faster. Standing straight, Demonic Fierce looks up from the ground and toward his right, the black smoke washing across the street around him acting as a backdrop as he catches sight of the girl with his blackened eyes.

A most disturbing smile appears on his face, seeing this palpable fear and gaining a gentle satisfaction from it. Turning on his heel, he takes a single right-legged step down the road, and is gone, a small puff of dust lifting into the air and beging carried away. The girl's screams cease immediately. Dangling with her toes nearly a foot from the ground, a steady stream of blood trickles from either side of her mouth as a chilled stare engulfs her expression.

A blood-stained hand, palm-up, hangs in front of her, the arm protruding from her chest. His right leg bent forward and his left straightened behind him, Fierce's right arm has found its way through the petite lady's torso, that same soft smile on his face. He stays like this not for too long, straightening himself out and reaching up with his left hand to grasp the back of young lady's neck. His black claws jabbing through her flesh like knives through half-melted butter, his expression slowly fades as he forcefully yanks his right arm to the side.

In a spray of bone chips and blood, he tears a wide hole through the child's right side as he pulls his right arm loose, the force snapping her little neck in the process. He carelessly drops her corpse to the floor like a rag doll, raising his freshly blood-soaked forearm into the air to examine it. He kicks her lifeless body aside with his left leg, her small frame lifting into the air and reaching the other side of the street before slamming into the trailer wall and hitting the floor. Taking a few nonchalant steps in an aimless right curve, he watches the droplets of blood slowly stream down the contours of his skin.::

...used to, not quite....ruhhmm....not....quite l-like they used to....

::Fierce's black-eyed stare is blank, emotionless, and cold. His red irises squeeze his pupils smaller as though he were a child watching ants make an anthill. With no more toys left to play with in this area, he's in no rush to cure his boredom.::  

[Maelthorn]

He figure could be seen walking in the distance, disturbed by the smoke, and bad smell of blood in the air. As this figure draws near, his appearence becomes clear, only about 20 meters from the ruins before him. He is wearing an open thin black kimono, with black hakamas for pants. He didn't wear shoes, but, dirtied white cloth wrapped around his feet and ankles. His eyes widen as they meet their first body laid to waste upon the ground. As he enters the town, bodies... Everywhere.
He continues to walk, wide eyed, and his mouth agape. He then sees the odd black smoke writhing about from another side of an old shack, surprisingly not ruined. He walked around the corner of the shack, though, he was a couple of meters away from it. As he came around the corner, his hair began to blow from the force of what he was behind.
His teeth clenched, and his fingers curled into fists as his eyes narrowed.

" You... You did this... "

His body noticably convulsed, as the light veins in his eyes grew at a rapid pace until they were completely blood red. Gashes... Large gashes, began to open, all over his body, arms, legs, his face... As these gashes open, it seemed like the man was emitting heat waves from every wound, but, these weren't heat waves, it was energy. It whirled furiously about his body as it soon simply just tore the ground out from under his feet 10 feet around.
Just then, a psychotic grin crossed his face as he stared at the murderer, his comment very contradicting to the reason.

" I'll kill you. "

 

[The Fierce Deity]

::The keen, infallible nose of the boy-turned-monster flexes as it detects another scent. The slender six-footer keeps his raised arm in the air, taking a glance over his right shoulder at the new arrival. His dark eyes widen with childlike wonder at this one. This new toy has an energy significantly higher - and more focused - than the average little creature. The demon's expression is soon adorned by a broad and twisted smile. His thrill of the kill is rivalled only by his thrill of battle. The greater the opponent, the more satisfaction.::

Khmhmm....oooohhm...to play with....me, and only one more...

::Keeping his back mostly toward the boy, the devil turns his head away from his newfound company, opening his mouth and extending his tongue. He brushes the tip up along his forearm as if it were a treat, his tongue soaking up the flavor of the blood dripping along his skin. He licks all the way up across his palm and to the edge of his index finger, the two-inch black claw there sliding into his mouth as he sucks his fingertip clean.

Once again eyeing his prey, he slips his finger from inbetween his lips and lets his arm drop limp to his side. That grin returning to his face, he turns around completely to face his new plaything. Shifting his feet a yard apart, his wrists dangle lazily around his hips as the blackened red energy of his aura continues to writhe about his person. The cold Black Mist starts to grow and roil violently, thin wisps reaching out as if to grab the enemy.

His neck bouncing a bit from left to right, the Red-Headed Devil's crown rocks from side to side like a pendulum as he watches the being before him, going through in his head how best to thrash him. With his wide-eyed stare hiding behind his black headband and his bright, fanged smile fading slowly, he speaks once more.::

...yourself, d-don't...hurt yourself....  

[Maelthorn]

He simply continued to grin, his head tilting to one side only slightly at the other one's comment. He just drew the 6 foot long katana (Or Nodachi(Or Odachi)) at his waist. The blade visibly vibrated as his energy threatened to shatter it. So, all he did was compress his aura around the blade, and it stopped vibrating completely.
He casually thrusted the blade forward, at an attempt to stab the man, only some taller than him. The grin never left his face.

 

[The Fierce Deity]

::Demonic Fierce begins giggling to himself as he watches the boy's weapon. This beast has never seen a gun nor sword that performs the way it should. He looks it over once in the span of perhaps a second, now no longer caring for it. Ignoring the blade almost entirely, the demon takes a step forward and to his right in a single, jumping stride, the sluggishly slow attack missing entirely as he closes the gap between him and his prey. Of course, had this boy really been trying, just moving to the side wouldn't have cut it. Clenching his long fingers into balled fists and raising his left arm, that single right-legged stride has brought Fierce into striking range.

With his right arm extended behind him and his left bent at ninety degrees above his head, his left foot digs into the sand as he settles his weight into his forward right leg, bent at the knee, this stance lowering the height of his head. This briefest of moments leads up to the attack itself, Fierce letting out an animalistic snicker as he jerks his left arm violently down just as his leg swings up, a loud boom emanating from the area as the monster's foot tears through the atmosphere, towards the target.

The speed of the kick, while slower than usual for Fierce, is just over fifty times the speed of sound, the power enough to send a person of average weight into the air like a rocket, if there was much left of them. The intended point of impact is roughly at Maelthorn's abdomen, so not a fatal blow if he has any sort of defense. Then again, what a disappointment to Fierce if his opening lovetap killed off his new toy.::  

[Maelthorn]

He drops his sword, and just as Fierce's foot comes in contact with him, his hands clamp about his leg, one on his shin, the other around his ankle, his nails most likely piercing the skin as he held his leg with enough force to crush a three inch thick titanium pole. The kick, of course did a chunk of damage, he just chose not to recognize it. He raises his head slowly, the insane grin still across his face, blood dripping from his mouth, and his eyes wide.

" You touched me. "

At this, he began to laugh like a madman. For whether Fierce no it or not, the second he came in contact with him, so did his energy. And from the openings in his flesh that he had hopefully caused with his nails, his energy will have made a home in his leg in no-time. Directly after his comment he'd let go, jump back about 10 meters in the blink of an eye, and the energy hopefully in Fierce's leg would expand at the speed of light in a 1 meter diameter. This would completely eradicate the leg, if not his whole body.

 

[The Fierce Deity]

<<Edit: Okee, he dropped it...well, your go.>>

::The boy will probably never realize just how lucky he is that his fingernails do only good enough to create a firm grasp around the monster's leg and tear through his leather clothing. Had his plan actually come to fruition, this battle would already be decided against him.

But his fingertips squeeze tightly around Fierce's leg, and nothing more, the devillish boy not wasting any movement or allowing his opponent to retreat. A heartbeat after his left leg collides with Mael's chest, Fierce kicks off of the ground with his right as well, lifting completely into the air and swinging his foot up, kicking a trail of sand and rocks into the nearby trailer. With a speed surpassing that of his last attack by just over three times, his right calf aims to pound in against the back of his target's head.

Using the strength of his left leg and his gift of flight, the Red-Headed Devil has effectively pinned Maelthorn in place should he not react quickly enough. If he holds onto his head and his neck doesn't give, the force will send him forward and flipping over Fierce's left leg, the momentum of the kick letting the demon spin counter-clockwise to ensure such a reaction from his target.

In either case, Fierce intends to spin completely around, so he is again facing up, before righting himself and landing once again upon the sandy road.::  

[Maelthorn]

(( Darnit <_< I was planning on getting here before you to edit that...
Curse you. ))

 

[The Fierce Deity]

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[Maelthorn]

With the slightest hint of Fierce's other leg moving, two unseen hands would grasp at his leg. This was done through Maelthorn's power of energy manipulation. Hopefully, these "hands" would sieze his leg, and allow him to continue with his hop back about 10 feet. As he hopped back, he raised his right arm back, while he was raising his arm back, a large amount of condensed energy came about his fist. Just as he landed, he shot his fist forth, sending this energy fist, about two times the size of his actual fist, directly at the torso region. Within the next second, he would send a volley of 20 more of these energy fists, following up with two slashes with his hands, sending two 30 foot long and 4 foot wide blades in and 'x' formation directly at Fierce. Should the combo connect, it would rip his skin apart, judging from the last attempt with his hands. A normal human would have just exploded from the first fist.

 

[The Fierce Deity]

::The first two invisible hands successfully halt the kicking motion of Fierce's leg, though not without resistance. He completes nearly half of his intended rotation through force alone, shifting his left foot forward to land down on it. Dropping to his right knee as Maelthorn quickly jumps back, his blackened eyes widen with a crazed fury, his pupils tightening as he raises his arms above his head.

The very instant that Mael's feet once again hit the sandy road, the Red-Headed Devil's fists pound into it, causing a massive tremor to rock the entire area and propel his 6'4" frame backwards at one hundred and ten-thousand miles per hour, back- and head-first toward his target. His fanged teeth gritting tightly against eachother as he barrel rolls right-side-up, he sees his opponent preparing a strike, a sickening grin flashing upon his face now as he moves in at such speed.

The devil's arms suddenly explode with crimson energy, massive red sparks of glowing ki coursing up and down through his limbs as though he has had plenty of time to charge them. This act itself sends airborne shockwaves into the atmosphere, but given that he is moving faster, their effects won't be seen for the moment. Spreading out his sharp claws to either side of his body - each limb now possessing a physical strength greater than ten billion human beings combined - he charges forward against his prey, uncaring of the consequences. At a distance of only ten feet, it is unlikely that all of the attacks will commence according to plan, but the devil cares not if they do.

Should any of the fists - or even that cutting 'x' - collide with him, he wouldn't stop, and would only continue charging forward, ignoring whatever damage may be inflicted upon his body. Whether they disperse upon contact or are pushed backward, Fierce crosses this tiny gap of distance in one fifteenth of a millisecond, now upon Mael faster than the normal human could react. Of course, this opponent is by no means normal and perhaps not even human.

The instant he is in range, the beast's pulsing arms swing inward at a staggering velocity, swifter still than the movement of the rest of his body. In a clapping motion, both palms collide together where Maelthorn's head should be, exerting all of that gathered energy and spilling it into the strength of this monstrous attack. The sheer force of it would crush a mountain as if it were a house of cards being hit by a speeding car. Aiming to basically crush his head inward from either side, it is devastating in its own right. As is already evident, Fierce's anger - and at the same time, his arousal - is already increasing after his initial attack failed to do away with Maelthorn.::  

[Maelthorn]

After the first energy fist, he sensed something was amiss when the behemoth began charging at him.
Though insane, Maelthorn still had a sense of strategy in him when he fought. So, after the first attack, He leapt into the air, about ten feet above Fierce, at a bit faster than the 150 mph. Then abruptly at 10 up, he rocketed forward at roughly the same speed, in the opposite direction Fierce was going.
As he jumped, it seemed that all the energy still pouring out of his body, had begun investing itelf into a little ball of energy, about the size of a pin-head.
All Mael intended to do for now, was, get out of the beast's way.

 

[The Fierce Deity]

::The force of Fierce's attack is tremendous. Both the massive initial charge and the connection of his two palms discharge a massive airborne shockwave, radiating outward in the blink of an eye and pounding against the ground and the town it's holding up. In an instant, massive chunks of rock and sand explode upward from the ground and surround the juggernaut entirely, the uplifted sections of earth growing smaller the farther from his position they happen to be.

To those able to see at higher rates of speed, the visible shockwave demolishes each of the buildings it collides with as it spreads out and ravages the slaughtered town, each structure shattering like glass as its ruins spin through the air. Though the major force of the shockwave has diminished as close as three thousand yards, the airborne impact can be felt for miles beyond the range of sight, rattling the planet like a small earthquake.

Any rumbling stops within fifteen seconds, large sheets of rock and dirt raining back down to the planet as all debris settles, though any semblance of civilization has been spread out roughly seven thousand feet further away. The demon is nowhere in sight for only a moment longer, a particularly large boulder beginning to rock back and forth in its bed of stones and sand. Bright crimson bolts of energy start to writhe about it as though it were charged with electricity itself. The dusty rock cracks, and finally crumbles into pieces as it seems to explode by itself, revealing the devil standing underneath it, situated inbetween two similar boulders.

Though covered in dust, the catalyst is unharmed from the destruction wrought in the area, some portions of his leather battle suit now torn from Maelthron's last attack and the falling boulders. Like a wolf, he starts to shake himself off, a thin cloud of dust and sand lifting from his hair and tail as he attempts freeing himself of any excess dirt and pebbles. Once finished, the Red-Headed Devil stands up straight, his cruel, blackened eyes half-closed as he surveys his newly-created heap of rubble. He grins brightly with satisfaction at his handiwork, like a child looking over his newest crayon drawing.::

....kehehee...fun, huhmm....again.....

::The Black Mist pulsing and writhing about his calves, Fierce turns and lifts his hands, stabbing his claws into the side of the boulder at his left. He pulls forcibly at the rock, yanking himself up and into the air. Flipping forward and releasing the boulder, the demon lands sternly on his feet, stumbling forward slightly to a loss in balance and kicking off a few stray pebbles in the process. Letting a childish chuckle escape his dusty lips, Fierce stands up straight atop this fifteen-foot rock, a maze of pebbles and stones now surrounding him.

Standing out very obviously in the midst of this desert with the abysmal appearance of his aura surrounding him, the devil looks around in search of his prey before going on the attack again.::