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Deep within Space there was created a moon no larger then that of the earth's for this Tournament's battle purposes. Gravity is reduced, but not to the same degree as earth's moon. If one remains focused, a straight out run is possible. but jumping will lead to Superman style leaps in which momentum and body rotation will be your only way to maneuver naturally in the air. The surface of the planet is naturally rocky and uneven, but ice now covers is surface making a majority of the planet a ice rink. Rocky spires still break through the ice as hazards, but they tend to be in clusters that are uncommon but often in site (some rising to heights of sky scrapper buildings).

The outer crust of the planet is thin, and a strong explosion or strike could leap to it breaking and creating a opening to the underground network of rock and ice tunnels. No light gets down here, but the tunnels are on rare occasions dimly lit by a large firefly like insect. They are not aggressive, and remain perfectly still when in fear (they make for good torches..yuck)

The tunnel sizes vary, with icy rocks like spears extending from ceilings in most sections. Uneven grounds make it harder to navigate and drops into pits that could be several meters deep prove dangerous.

Despite the location in Space, Everyone can breathe normally, and the temperature of the planet will not seem any colder then earth. This is because the cold comes from the center of the planet. But this means people in the tunnels will be at greater risk from cold. Ever meter of decent decreases temperature of air by about 7 degrees.
Now Due to this moon's location it has no altering weather patterns, one looks up into space, the black void of nothingness (minus distant stars).

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Creation; it was a word that resolved sinister deeds along with the ones valor blighted it's celestial beings on, for all was created and forever would everything have it's personalized purposes. A word so portrayed in neutrality could depict many, however it couldn't ever seem to display the sadistic impulses that ran through his most in depth cerebrum. Such a being of wicked visage could only supposedly fall to the deeds of bliss, however this prevailed to be inconclusional for he still lived, and strived..

Heh...Ha...HAHAHAHAA came the ring of animosity, infuriation blended with the cacophonous growl of insanity rung in deep shudders over the broken features of the planetarium. Cracks accommodating the frigid substance of a parameter of iced landscape, the horizons where as well a predicted deep azure hue.

The youth's ocular features glanced up from the ground at the adversary he would lash out upon, his lips moving in silent motions as faint whispers escaped their paled surfaces "A b c d..." Came the childish voice, for his spirit was young, and he too was one of the forgotten, a singular being that was forgotten in the limitations of man's craniums.

His handicap was blatant, so discernible in fact that it completely characterized whatever emoticon that could lie on his facial attire. A ebony shaded fabric hung steadfast along the bridge of his nose, extending past his temple where it held the ambidextrous locks of hair in blace from the dead winds he created. "You are...?" The so proclaimed 'Cripped' being announced in response from the shifting of winds with his bare movements, for every specialized being made a shiver of a movement. It was inevitable.

The lonesome updraft caused the pitched sleeveless vest to be strewn with the figurine of the blasts pertaining to zephyr, the report of it moving through his torso; the mournful dirge of death. Along with the upper attire, there was that of a lower being followed that of man's searching optical scan, however it was that of black denim jeans, what the common man would equip; however these jeans held the legendary blade 'Tangible Dream' within it's buckle. "Meet your fate.." Came the resounding voice once more, its statement following the slender digits curling around that of the pommel, releasing it from captivity as well as kicking up debris around him.. As if a bird learning to fly.

Ocular features dilated as if where the end, desolation would then consume any mortal man as the cerebrum brought notations that the end was neigh However he was not a being of the humanitarian species, things worked a little bit differently for him. Formulations of his adversary attempting to strike him ran through his frontal lobe as he studied the attack pattern, however it was prospected and well prepared for, it was an attack of simplicity. The being of insanity grinned as the foe soon transversed into the veil of sands that ran smoothly along the nonchalant air as if consumed by a placid nature, it where as if it was something different entirely.

It was.

The foe had came bombarding into the barricade without notation, it was as if granting a death-wish to the man who supposedly was in the center of the debris that rose and faltered amongst him, transversed in columns in the gentle breezes of Eden that would soon consume his opponent's offense. His antagonist with a fatal leap into the air had completely overlooked the mystic blade of Tangible Dream, its ability to conjure reversed illusions where to soon make its mark upon the opposing contestant if he was not prepared.

The man's grin was now perpetual as he saw his foe nearing closer each fraction of a second, and with a tilt of his head and a raise of his left appendage. A strange light bestowed its formulation upon his being of animosity the being of light subsided as it revealed what the vanguard of his offense was, for that unsealed this particular illusion, so much that millions of daggers appeared from the debris that they portrayed themselves as. The daggers levitated as they brought themselves parallel with his rival, allowing the man to see the predicament he was now condensed within.

An-lances hovered within the module of the air, and without the substance of reality holding them back, the illusions went from in-front of his foe to his rear in less than a fraction of the second. Some of the daggers exploded on contact with a solid object, with so much exhilarating brilliance that it appeared to eat away any dermis that was about the foe. At the same time of the attempted kick where to connect, the man moved Tangible dream; the only tangible object now that it was unsheathed forward from the momentum of the shock, so much that it raised pillers of the ground around him as well as slice through any footwear and the actual lower body of the opposition within a breakneck speed.

((I must interrupt. That post is Levi is highly confusing and i don't believe you put out the image you had in your mind as well as you may have thought. Though i admit some of the wording carries a poetic feel to it, but when it comes down to explaining exactly what's going on and what you mean its falling short. What is a reverse illusion? What does that mean? Please either edit your post, or do a quick bunch of notes that explains such terms))

May I also add pertaining to Revan's previous OOC post, that 'I put him in an illusion all along.' Reversed illusions work on the cell of an object, rather than the ocular sight, they disguise themselves as Proteins being imported and exported through the Golgi Apparatus at a very rapid pace. Might I add that as a virus only needs to conqour only a few cells in order for you to get an illness, this 'Illusion' does the same. Except because it is targetting the cell of an object, it is so tangible that your frontal lobe processes it as you're actually getting harmed, and this is where the fantasy part comes into play.

((Cade's note: Well according to psychology, if you believe something is real, even if its not. it can still pose a threat and damage you. You feel and see what could even be fatal. Even if it really never happened. But claiming this mind tricks really do forge into material existences now thats fantasy.))

(Indeed I did, I'm glad we got that cleared up).

(The explosions still occurred, meaning you basically fired into my blade, however because of the massive amounts of explosions. My sword was moving forward with so much momentum that it tore apart the area around the two, and that's without colliding with anything, and I seriously doubt that a bullet could knock superhumanstrength+Speed insured with an unimaginable about of momentum out of his hands that easily. Perhaps if it had no velocity, but at this point the force of the blade Maybe could be knocked to the side if hit in the right point, however if you can prove a point against this theory, I will edit my post.)

It was as if the harmonious shrieks of glorification came to a halt, everything appeared to pause as adrenaline ran through his mortified veins, however his merciless grin failed to subside as he perceived the sadistic predicament he was in. The great hefting of Tangible Dream into the bullet insured, physical energies colliding and adhering to the mass amount of momentum. Despite the fact that the blade conflicting with both the shot substance and the ground in almost parallel time periods was indefinably irrelevant to the next calamitous event, for it was the sparks that had anything near a purpose.

His adversary did not notice anything afoot obviously.

The breezes of Eden caressed his visage for their final breath as the spark entered the explosive florescent gasses, for from all explosions came fourth smog; however this smoke was nothing less than hydrogenised gasses, this product did not fare well against anything correlated with heats. Through the fraction of a second that existed before the explosions insured was nothing, around the planetarium everything appeared to be drained into a singular focal point, light even insinuated to come to a complete stop for the breakneck instant. The soundless dirges where upon the youth and his opposition now, as the winds reversed from their centered positions to expand ripping the ground apart as riveting conflagrations in addition with the gasses spread with the wind.

The fierce desolation the outward expansion brought fourth was enough for all hope to be wrenched brutally from one's pectoral spare the herculean combustion; however the explosion was hardly depictable. The eruption was enough to wipe out most everything in the vicinity the foe had rushed recklessly into a paralleled offense, for what fool would not have a backup plan if his onslaught was repelled, not one would be of that idiotic action. The ground being torn asunder had eased the pressured waves in his favor, as well as his blade being cleaved into the fermentations of such a planetarium; for he was yet to be tangible. His blade; though stabbed into the ground continued to falter into a backwards stance, continuing to ignite sparks which would lead to more explosions blowing him back eventually in any circumstance, allowing the perpetual explosions to cease with their cacylsamic desolation upon the cosmic orb.

The sadistic impulse however had not abandoned the planetoid, for it still hung lazily in the midst of creation, however it had a massive crevice; a literal dent in the wandering star, made specifically for dual combatence. Either of which would eternally predict the fatality of one singular being. Despite his foe’s crisis, his optics never wavered from his foe, and the actions that surrounded the large coverage of smoke. Blades that had never appeared to explode shot off in numerous directions by the scarce impact of the velocity, ripping through any section of the large star they desired.

The baneful youth stood there, his blade dug into the depths of the ground to keep it within his slender digits so that he would not meet his doom by his own strike, the hostility that would end most of anything if it directed itself at a point blank angle “E… F.. G…”

A shudder of a yawn escaped parted lips as his head hung low in concentration as to if his foe was amongst the living, tranquil updrafts moved to and from his visage as his arms fell slack to his sides, the calm before the storm..

(Funny part about this fight, I haven't even read your character sheet. xD)

(Time to get a bit serious hmm?)
Keith looked up from his concentrated stance, shifting his footing on the impassionate debris he stood upon. "What now...” The nonchalant voice announced as he felt the wind pressures fluctuate steadily Keith had felt this wavering within the once before, it was as the opposition entered and exited the premises of the atmosphere, it was evident that he was hoping to keep his identity veiled. His adversary had made the fight more prolonged than he had appreciated, for any member of the humanitarian population would have met their fate if such a calamitous desolation would so choose to afflict their embodiments upon the pathetic mortal lives that dotted the planetarium of earth.

The man of Psiconic stood poised, still as he felt wind pressures quickly descending upon him, however this did not break the sanctity of inner concentration, fluid energies corresponding with the cerebrum caused the man to glow with a lustrous air; that of his own unique cinnabar aura. Seconds ticked by as if minutes as he felt the intention of deleterious rain down, the very feather like substances that dotted the sky held the utmost cacylsamic potential, however at such a range the precaution was now unneeded.

He slowly felt the wind vibrations grow stronger and stronger against the wandering star, he felt the inhuman being shifting in place as he simply watched and waited... Infact he felt… Death closing in on him.

Then came that ringing monotone chuckling within his temple.

“You’re weak…Keith!” Came the psychotic chorus of a voice that emitted the reverberating monotone of shattering glass, so densely coated with animosity in its regard that any normal being of humankind would drive into the very vanguard of insanity, allow such emoticons to take over his whole physical form and correlate all features into ferocity.

This was not so... It couldn’t be!

With a mighty lurching of his left appendage and the straightening of the digits from the palm, several miniature dimensional rifts formulated themselves in the individual pathways of each being of his foe’s offenses. The miniature altered dimensions of amadestrous coloring withheld just enough capacity for the atricorious beings of eradication to transverse into the cosmic like entities that withheld everything but the curtain of ebony, separating the reality from the unrealistic surreal ..

The blades then seeped into nothingness, sifting between the pressures of fabrication to formulate their embodiments on what would be the decimeter parameter around his foe which hung so readily in the air. “This is the end.” He spoke as the feathered substances carved their way into reality and met with the desolate stratosphere; however this was not yet a complete statement. The gentle caress of unfathomable winds brushed the slack garments that held so fixatedly at a singular focal point, signifying a great calamity to cause his opponent to appear derogatory to the man standing amidst the explosion that would have tore any mortal asunder, but did not leave a single scratch upon the recalled ‘Tangible Being of man’; however this was before the slender tactile members enclosed on the once outright palm.

The gentle snapping of bones and the shudder of nature encompassing the battleground was all that resounded as the viridian hues scattered amongst his foe, striking him in every direction with his own offense, which now would appear obsolete to the optical vision of the naked eye; of course any alienated formulation would of course assume that it was something other than the reality. “Why...” Spoke the Psiconic Combatant as his form began to fade with the accumulation of his aura, the tint of vermilion.

(One of many of the Psion's powers is the ability to alter the properties of things, I altered the fabriciation of air to make deminsional rifts in which focused an offense on you. Through this they exploded from the assive change of pressure from entering one realm and leaving another, making it so that they do not have to hit something to explode. Also, sorry for taking so long, I had to spend Pre-Christmas with my family.) Called it!