Child of Fate Vs. Envoy of the End, Tacitus Vs. Mesa

[S.Lyger]

Setting: Large clearing within a forest, grass lands, rather nice day.

Ganato-Jin Mesa's figure would materialize within the forest, in the midst of a congragation of large trees. Clad in all black sparring gear consisting of a black under armour type sleeveless shirt, and baggy black pants tucked into lace up boots. His short hair neatly cut and lined up its usual jet black color. Relatively welcoming facial features were offset by a seemingly inhumanly flawless body. Muscle structure unlike any human or any being with human form. Relaxed azzure oculars scanned the thick forest as he began to stroll calmly towards the clearing designated for this fight. The Ganato Saiya-Jin felt at home within forests, he'd spent much of his early years training in them. Once he reached the clearing he stood patiently awaiting his opponent.  

[Tacitus]

At the opposing end of the clearing a man clad in emerald cargo pants, a faded black trenchcoat, form fitting black tee and dirty green combat boots marred by mud and other organics knelt by a patch of flowers. A pair of green shades rested 'pon his nose, hiding two blazing orbs, the right emerald and the left a blazing orange. Within the shock of grey hair two small horns were hidden, a mark of evil never again to be cleansed.

At his thighs two pistols were holstered, each glowing of their own accord, the one on his right a blazing orange and the left a gentle verdant green to mix with the flowers rising before him. His gaze turned to look upon his opponent as he entered the clearing, a smile upon his face that was rather uncharacteristic of a combatant. At any point during the combat should temporal powers be used, the smiling man would seem to adjust, instantly operating at the fastest timestream. He also seemed to exude a particularly strong force of being, as if he could not simply be erased from existance or killed by petty tricks of psychokinesis.

With a simple wave of greeting his smile would only grow, "Such a beautiful forest, wouldn't you say? The flowers need a little help to grow, though. After we're done, would you care to help me with some gardening? Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners, I am Tacitus Nusradai, Ninth Life of FATE and The Fated of the God of Time. You can call me Tac." If one were to envision his face, only one thing could come to mind. ^_^

((The last bit of the second paragraph is basically: No pulling an Ertai, no contesting his control of time, no pulling a Dyne. XD I have better reasons than simply no, if you really need them.))  

[S.Lyger]

[I'll contest his control of time when he tries to use it against me. And i dont use psychokinesis much but when necessary its a nice lil tool.]

The smiling man's face confused him, apparently he wasnt being taken seriously by this man. A twinge of anger welled within, and a devilish smirk slid across his muscular features. "I am Ganao-Jin Mesa, Catalyst of Death, and Envoy of the End. When we are done here this ground will be barren and charred, scorched earth wet with blood. The grass giving way to dark dirt and dust, any flowers, any hint of life once here will be rendered. This will become a void wasteland of destruction."

A small spark would be seen at his feet, and the grass around it would blow outwards on all sides as though there was a breeze coming from his feet. A few more sparks would be seen and a flowing grey aura would appear, starting at his feet, it would cascade up his body and meet above his head like that of a flame. His clothing from within would ruffle upwards showing the true nature of Ga-Ki energy. Ever flowing, every recycling, ever reforming itself and refining itself within his body.

Mesa felt a unsettling bit within this new man, it excited him that this might actually be a challenging fight ahead. Bringing his arms up from his sides he, it seemed as though he furthered the flow of energy within his body. The aura about his figure spread out a bit farther, like a shockwave it rumbled through the ground underfoot. Pebbles and rocks around him raised into the air and dangled as though held on invisible cords. Electricity sparked all about his form and he chuckled a bit looking now into the eyes of his opponent, "whenever your ready Tac."  

[Tacitus]

Tac let out a brief sigh, "Its a pity. This place is rather beautiful. I had thought of bringing Cora here, but if you should destroy it with your overt destruction..." His body seemed to blur as two bullets passed outwards from his form, a mere test of Mesa's abilities. They were not ordinary bullets as one might expect, fired at an incredible speed, comparable to that of a guass projectile. The main danger, however, was that they seemed to be out of sync with the timeline, immunized from being affected by magic or psionics, passing through barriers as if they simply ceased to exist.

A string of unintelligable syllables seemed to blast through the air in their wake, Tac speaking through a time dialation in which is perspective of time seemed to be twice as fast as the current fastest timestream in the area, and would remain as such, this effect being extended to his weapons. His chant seemed rather long and involved, "Segaehtllafohtgnertsehtemtnarg."

Quote:

Segaehtllafohtgnertsehtemtnarg.
Lliwretaergruoyfohtgnertsehtemnopuwotseb.
Edalgsihtniytuaebehtyortsedotskeeseh.
EofsihthctamoteriuqerIhtgnertsehtemotnutnarghgiHnodroL.
(ignore this, its for later ^_^)

 

[S.Lyger]

Given their description it would seem as though they were moving too fast to be seen by the naked eye. Though Mesa fewed them a different way, he picked up a hint of Tac's movement in their firing and was therefore preparing for them as they approached. The aura about his body would seem to flare, nearly doubling in size and he'd disappear. A course was plotted while in motion, using the prime material plane as a 3-D line graph a series of instantaneous phase shifts would move him to the right of the bullets and forward some. Next he would appear to the left of his original position and farther forward. Closing the distance with ease, the temporal aspect of Tac's perception would register this movement as being almost above time itself. In his movement time seemed almost to slow to allow him to reach all four check points before moving an instant.

Only a blurred vision of his body would be seen not even fully emerging from this mode of transportation long enough to make a full impression within the plane. Finally his last blink would put him right behind Tac. As he appeared behind Tac, time would seem to resume now that he was done and an instant would pass. Though in this instant a rather quick jab aimed for the back of Tac's head would happen. At this range and at this speed it would be rather difficult to avoid, and the added momentum of this sort of travel was exponential. Turning a quick jab into a devastating blow to the back of the head, which would send Tac across the field nad possibly crack his skull.  

[Tacitus]

Tac's transmission through the timestreamkept him at a speed that surpassed the normal realms of perception, the mere blurs closing upon him from point A to point B and beyond. To him, nothing was instantaneous, not even the thoughts of other beings, especially projections of such thoughts. Mesa would come upon him and find an odd occurance, a barrier stronger than any he could ever combat with fists alone, air. Even if he was also shifted out of phase with the timestream he'd strike a layer of air around Tac that was halted in time, unable to mbe altered or affected, not to mention striking it would be as thrusting one's fist into an absolute zero environment.

Meanwhile, the neverending string of gibberish continued, "Lliwretaergruoyfohtgnertsehtemnopuwotseb." His pistols seemed to sprout an immeasurable number of small tubules that began sinking into Tac's skin and extending up his arm. Despite his chant a string of syllables passed from him unhindered, "Interesting. I'll have to try that sometime, you'll have to show me how once we're done." His grip upon the timeline itself seemed to slip as the shield around him seemed to fortify itself beyond a simple time dialation effect.  

[S.Lyger]

Mesa's hand met what seemed like nothingness, though 'pon closer examination he realized it was a non-exclusive time dialated space. "As you'll have to teach me this technique when the fight is concluded." Confused he'd lunge backwards, his feet seemingly kicked foward from under him, regaining footing a couple yards back. The greyish aura manifested about his figure when his feet landed and doubled in size once more. 'I need to stop playing around' he thought holding his hands out to either side. His face would show that of ever vigilant poise and focus, the aura exploded outwards further, now about 5 feet from his body on all sides, still maintaining its flame like shape. Suddenly a crimson hue would taint it only slightly and then completely in an all encompassing instant in which he transfered to Gajin form.

Anyone measuring his energy output would be astonished at the sudden extreme burst in his 'energy level'. Ga-Ki flowed heavily from his body, the ground on which he stood was charred slightly and he stood within a small crater. Black electricity danced all about his form now, running up and down the ruffling clothing he wore. His eyebrows and hair were now just as blood colored as the aura, and his pupils were suddenly pitch black. He would lower his arms now down to his sides, and seem to almost relax a bit confidence growing and replacing the confusion and curiousity he had for this mysterious being, Tac.

Raising a single palm he began to form a blaster shell before him. Initially it was a blood colored orb maybe basketball sized. From their it would move away from his palm slightly and a large red casing would appear around it, rotating counter clockwise on some invisible axis. This red casing was a foot from the orb within on all sides and would absorb any energy based counter attacks and maintain the orb's stabilization. Altering the attack only slightly a gentle white hue manifest between the casing and the orb within. This carried temporally manipulative qualities which would displace temporal fields by reversing the polarity of the molecules in said field.

He would extend his palm forward launching the orb, the red casing would defend form a counter, the white would dispell the dialation field, and the orb would cause an extremely destructive explosion.  

[Tacitus]

The tubules continued to snake up his arm and flow across his body, an armor of sorts rushing across his flesh. Flashes of emerald and orange ran across his body as an eternal flame of a strength that surpassed the mortal realm. His right eye seemed to shine and refract light as if it were a dazzling emerald set within his skull, the left a blazing inferno of a thousand suns merging into an orange flame to match that which ran across his body. A string of sullables slipped forth within the greater whole of combat, "Edalgsihtniytuaebehtyortsedotskeeseh."

His right hand rose, the weapon yet attached to it surging with light. As the orb was released so too would a single shot blaze forth from the verdant weapon. Caritas assisted with the aiming, but it was truly the effects of time itself working upon him to line up and deliver the shot. The barrier around him waivered for a moment as it passed thorugh, a distortion left in the air at the passing of the single bullet. Striking the orb it would explode in a shower of light and then cease existance. Two more followed it, Magebane ammo, immune to all supernatural effects, creating an aura of such so tat not even a wall of kinetic energy could halt them. As before, their speed was intense.  

[S.Lyger]

Once more his figure would blur and disappear, reappearing a number of times on either side of where he'd originally be each time getting closer to Tac. This time using aura perception he created the illusion that once again he'd moved behind his opponent and would strike again. Tac's own visual perception would lie to him telling him Mesa was no longer right in front of him. Mesa stepping forward now at around point blank would move to basically step passed Tac on his right. A single crimson orb held in his hand as he moved to pass would be slammed into Tac's stomach on the way by and in a sense he'd be fired. Using the orb it would be shot from his hand with Tac on it carrying him back a considerable distance and possibly breaking ribs should it connect. Again time seemed to have paused to allow him passage, only returning to normal and a single instant passing during his attack.  

[Tacitus]

Mesa would again strike the barrier Tac had erected, but it would not halt the orb that he had generated. The energy slammed into his chest and the barrier seemed to explode outwards, the air accelerated to a point nearing infinity for a brief moment as he lost control, the opposite end of the spectrum. This effect would cause a rush outwards from his body with a wind strong enough to erase a mountain, but it would only be close range. Energy crackled along his body as his form was sent spinning back, but hatled abruptly, colliding with a similar barrier errected in haste.

An odd sight would be seen at the point of impact against him, however, a stain of black upon an armor of metallic strands across his chest. Those same strands were wrapping around his chest and were spreading across his entire body. His hands seemed to be warping and changing, the guns becoming a part of his biological structure. All the while his voice chanted, "EofsihthctamoteriuqerIhtgnertsehtemotnutnarghgiHnodroL." When this was complete, however, a beam of light burst from his entire body high into the air, a message delivered to his Lord on High.