The Chaos of Time - Razbo versus Genesis

[Razbo]

A deserted city, sprawling across the dusty landscape like the corpse of civilisation. It was immense, with a radius of at least 20km, and yet no traces remain of the people that lived there or why they left, except for the empty husks of the buildings that remain.

The buildings were a warren of hidey holes, with dozens of holes and other escape routes from every structure. The dust that covered everything stuck in the throat, and blasted skin in the harsh, searing wind. It was utterly dry; there was no liquid in sight, and the skies are devoid of clouds, and the cover they provide.

It is in the centre of this inhospitable city that Razbo appeared suddenly, winking into existence. He sticks out like a white-and-scarlet sore thumb, out in the middle of a plaza before a giant tower-like building that extends some 60 stories into the air. Raising a delicate eyebrow, Raz drew Sceleratus and extended his senses into the surroundings.  

[Tacitus]

As he walked on through the ruined city the sun beat down upon his face, stars filling the waking dream behind closed eyes. The single man, a traveller of both time and space had come to where he had been. Hues of green adorned his lower half as boots crushed rubble underfoot while his emerald cargo pants seemed to have had most of the pockets removed. He saw the faces of those that had passed, off to sit with elders of a gentle race that this world has seldom seen. Such knowledge granted to those long past now found in the heavens above, speaking of days for which they wait until all will be revealed.

He could hear the words of the dead, spoken word and song whose sounds did caress his ears, but not a word he heard could he relate. His gaze was brought back to the present, every sight he saw turning to brown as the sun burns the ground. The decay of time pressing forth filled his eyes with a harsh sand as he scanned this wasted land, trying to find where he had been.

As his gaze fell upon a single life unquenched his thoughts were as inside a dream, heeding to the path that had brought him hence. The Father had filled his sails on the trek across the sea of years with no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear. A single hand rose to wave to the only other man that was yet liviing within this blasted place.

((Yes, I am psychotic, if you recognize what I did. XD))  

[Razbo]

Razbo stared at the man who was undoubtedly his opponent with narrowed eyes. His darting gaze took in the other’s appearance, making tidy mental notes and observations about his physical state.

As his more ordinary senses worked, so too did his Order/Chaos senses, furtively probing at the other, trying to determine anything that could prove useful in the upcoming conflict. What he encountered was the thick black of Order which denoted a policeman or someone working within a similarly Ordered organisation, as well as the dull, ugly red Chaos of someone who has shed blood.

Being a curious person, Raz felt like waving back to the other man and perhaps even talking about him. But a more primitive, savage echo of his ancestors demanded blood; there would be time for questions later. His knuckles tightened around the hilt of Sceleratus, and his brows dipped slightly.

Razbo shifted position slightly, placing his sword protectively in front of him in a subtle moment, and shuffling one of his feet back.. To draw his opponent's attention away from his other movements, Raz raised his empty left hand in a gesture of greeting.

Belying his almost-friendly countenance, even as he waved, Razbo also sent 8 tentacle-like strands of purest Chaos, which writhed and twisted and they flashed towards the other man, to either test his defences or sear the flesh from his bones.  

[Tacitus]

As his hand fell, the man walked on, a smile upon his lips as he turned his focus away from the ruins and upon the man that returned his simple gesture. The smile remained even as the tentacles lashed out, only to stop short, producing a soft orange glow from a paper-thin, if not thinner, shield about twenty yards from the hostile man, and about 30 from Tacitus himself. His outline seemed to blur as he darted forward, hands dropping to cross before him, a fluid motion bringing them up once more as two shots were fired from each of two weapons. The four bullets were altered, flying as normal in terms of speed, but their aura gave off a powerful nullifying aura, Magebane ammunition. They would pass through his own shield and continue on, creating a gap of their own for only as long as it takes for them to dart through. It was just a simple hello in the same vein as the one he had received.  

[Razbo]

Upon realising that his foe was well protected, Razbo cursed. The fight clearly wasn't going to be as easy as he'd hoped, and with good reason. As his probing attack failed, Raz slammed up light-bending order shields and threw himself off to the left.

Although he was invisible, the dust thrown up by his footsteps wasn't, and neither did the shield muffle the sounds of his footsteps. The shield blinded Raz as well, so using his extended senses he fumbled his way through the door of the closest building, and leaned up against a wall, panting slightly.  

[Tacitus]

((*shrug, Posts anyway* I'm a lazy bum. >.>))

If the tendrils remained, so too would the barrier as Tac advanced at a slow pace, as if he were taking a stroll in the park. He closed his eyes as he strolled forward, swinging his arms happily he he almost skipped, the firearms almost an extension of his form as streams of metal began to leap out from each and dive into his skin. As a cloud of rose petals began to dance in his wake his smile only grew, a soft orange pulse passing outwards from his body, passing obstructions as if they did not exist.  

[Razbo]

Razbo frowned. He let his light-bending Order shield go, and tried a more indirect approach to disabling, hopefully resulting in killing, his opponent. Moving on from his opponent, Raz cast his perceptions downwards, into the Earth beneath the plaza.

Working quickly, but without haste, Razbo leeched Order from the ground in the plaza, and fed the Chaos from his lingering probes into the Earth. The result was the creation of a sticky mass, which would give way to pressure on it, and hamper movement.

Given a few more moments, Razbo would then shove Order back into the ground, trapping his enemy in solid rock.  

[Tacitus]

One step. Two Step. Three step, four! The first was fine, as was the second, but the third was hella wierd! The fourth step, aye, now that was the kicker. By then he was walking on solid...well...solid something. It seemed to be similar to the shield that he had created before to block the chaos tendrils that had lashed out at him. His path was slowly taking him upwards and towards the temporal signature of Razbo, his armor growing up and around his arms, passing across his chest. Walls? Oh yeah, two gunshots and BLAM, the side of the building disappears in an inward spray of rubble? Yeah...thats about how that works.  

[Razbo]

Reacting to the increase of Chaos in the barrels of the guns his opponent was holding, Razbo raises an Order shield just in time to deflect the rubble.

Wiping his brow, Razbo then gather up all the Order he had released from the ground, and formed a 7 by 7 foot box around Tacitus. Although it would shield him from any direct attacks from Razbo, it would also prevent his attacks getting out and stop him from moving very far.  

[Tacitus]

Tac was having fun, the armor about his form growing to encompass his torso entirely, moving down to cover his bits and pieces and up about his neck. He glanced about as the wall of order closed about him, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he dropped into a spin, a whirlwind of rose petals rising about him before...he BAMF!ed. Well, it wasn't really a BAMF!, but more along the lines of an instantaneous transmission through space and time over short linear and temporal distances. This gave him the impression of being in two places at once as he reappeared to one side of Razbo at the same moment he chuckled at his original location. This wasn't based on order or chaos, but both. Utilizing a static system and his own unique change, the aura of chaos and order were canceleed between the action.

In his relocation he had activated another of his abilities from his limited set, activating a beacon of sorts at this location in spacetime, calling...himself. At this time Tac's hands seemed to be some odd combination of gun and fingers, the two mixing into a blurred form of metal and flesh. Despite this, they were hardly to the point where firing would be impossible. Three shots were fired from each at a near point blank range at Razbo's back, each with an antimagic quality to rip through shields should they be supplied, but also to passively avoid detection in the same means as Razbo had detected them before, but this was not intentional.