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Jyushin Lyger vs Temporal Overseer of the Genesis Sphere Tacitus 'The Fated' Nusradai

Starting point: Shattered square at 'center' of city with a damaged and inoperable fountain between them, line of sight still intact. Three cars along northern edge of square, one at west, playground to the east, office building to the south.

FIGHT!

At the center of a city ruined by the apocalypse, a single distortion of light and energy pulled into existance. It looked as though a single point in space was being pulled back to infinity, a corrdior through time and space taking shape, the connection established and needed only a binding to be completed. As the pupil arrived at the scene streams of energy pushed through the unstable gate and formed up around the outer limits of the distortion, forming a ring of alternating emerald and orange that slowly spun 'round the distortion, a ring of light and energy in midair.

From down the long corridor through time and space the man could be seen, a hue of emerald about his lower half as his forest green cargo pants, sans the pockets, and his green combat boots came into focus. A gunmetal grey trenchcoat billowed behind him, more than a few shades off the black shirt he wore. A pair of emerald shades hid his alternating orange and green pupils while a shock of ashen hair did little to hide the two small horns growing from atop his head.

It would be seen that this form was not upon the ground and when he emerged from the Gate he did not fall, well, not fast enough for it to be worth anything. The Gate slowly closed until it was the size of a ring to be placed upon the finger, the event horizon disipating as it slipped over his right ring finger. From across the fountain the hand of Tacitus would rise, the mere action a blur in of itself, even though it seemed to rise slowly. A pulse passed from his form as his voice seemed to carry for miles, "You have been called based on the basics of the abilities in which you have been documented to exhibit...poorly at that. You will watch and learn during this bout and then when we are completed, the events of the day will cease to exist. Oh, and this may hurt."

His other hand darted forward with the palm facing Lyushin, fingers held straight but pointed down. A link of orange and emerald would flare between his palm and the boy's chest, the bands of alternating orange and green rotating clockwise one half of the full circle in his eyes. The world would begin to shift and change, flickerings of times long past flashing about them as Jyushin would seem to be set beside himself, split in two. This was not any basic effect, The Fated was cleaving the timeline in two, bringing over the other Jyushin, and obliterating the superfluous timeline. Once completed his hand would draw back, the extended point to the 'original', "You stand back and watch, else this could get messy."

Timeline-Machinae Supremacy

The Hands of God

With the action completed and a stance of observation taken the man wastes no time in beginning, for such would be blasphemy. Even as CJ's motions begin to blur Tacitus seems to move ever faster, adjusting to the fastest timestream available, matching and redoubling CJ's speed as a passive effect. Going faster than Tacitus through temporal manipulation alone was an effort in futility. Even before the blur of an afterimage can form in his wake, hands fall to sweep past his thighs and rise back up. He seemed to be one step ahead of his own actions in terms of his reactions and sight as the two firearms just barely unholstered fire off two rounds a piece at the form across the way, each travelling at speeds high enough to splatter a man's newly liquefied torso for several dozen yards.

The Eyes of God

Even though he fires off these rounds he knows well enough that his actions will end in futility. An opening action of hostility is just that, an openner, a preparation for what is to come. The alternating bands of emerald and orange shift one quarter turn in a clockwise manner as a pulse of brilliant orange flows from his body. It is only barely perceptable at the edges of one's periphreal vision, and seems to have no purpose. Why did he do it? Time will tell.

The Gaze of God

The pulse seemed to take effect, an aura of orange light taking shape around both Tacitus and CJ. The orange luminescence is in actuality simply a visible projection of one's own temporal signature, that which binds them to the timeline. This effect simply allows each being to track the extensions of the other without fail, meaning that going invisible and moving really fast is not going to work quite so well, especially as Tacitus actually seems to see events before they happen. All about Genesis the aura seems to run off into orange rose petals and unblinking eyes, though these small effects are hardly of a purely visible nature.

Ghosts

Speed meant nothing to a man whose sight pierces the veil of time and space, further enhanced by the aura about him in which his own perspective is one of such immense speed a ghost of the man is seen before he even arrives, a shadow of future actions. From the onset of the ghost's arrival Tacitus simply takes a step back as a portion of his signature remains floating where the limit had once been. This would create a shadowed ghost of Genesis, a lens frozen in time viewing what had been. This lens was frozen, meaning that it was nothing but air, but the temporal field produced in this fashion stopped air molecules in their tracks, creating a physical barrier of immense strength.

Aftershock

The strike would land upon the lens when the ghost was replaced by the real CJ, the shockwave extended out from the field as it seemed to somehow shatter the lens. It was true that stopping time entirely was disasterous and difficult, akin to acheiving absolute zero. The molecules were frozen, but not at a zero point. As such the immense strength of the strike excites the molecules and, quite simply, breaks the effect for a moment, a lesser aftershock passing behind the shield, pushing back on the Fated, tearing strips from his trenchcoat, but dealing no apparent damage. All the while the flows of metal continued to dive in and out of his skin like a layer of muscle on the outside of his skin, pushing up over his arms and starting across his shoulders.

The Offensive

The single step back would be reversed as each hand rose, walls closing about CJ and Tacitus in which light would dim and images would plaster upon the outside. The walls surrounding them were build of the same force as the lens, a plane of 'stopped' time. Four shots rang out as Tacitus continued forward, each aimed in a line down CJ's torso. The metal continued to grow, flowing over his torso and covering him much like a long sleeved shirt.

Visage of the Deity

His advance continued as the shape of his hands blurred, the left side of his upper body becoming marked by sculpted spikes while the left seemed to be etched with leaves and depictions of life. Slowly the metal closed up around his skull as the bullets exploded upon the walls behind CJ. Two spaces were left for his eyes, but they filled with an alternating swirl of orange and emerald, constantly shifting and circling like a hypnotic gaze. One malformed hand, the left to be precise, darted forward in a swipe that left a ripple in the air and a crash of thunder as the air sealed back in its wake, the blow aimed to strike CJ across the neck and down, much like a backhand of sorts.

Shortcomings

The effects seem to slowly fade, but Tac's armor does not pull from his body, a process which can only be accomplished by the armor breaking down and becoming destroyed. The temporal signature around the clone flares and with a flick of his wrist the aura is redirected to overlap the original Jyushin, giving him knowledge of a first hand degree from the fight that just occured. Tac's body seemed to tremble and shift, standing a moment later before Jyushin, "What did you do wrong?"

He nodded, "I made a flagrant display of my power by rending an entire timeline in two, thinking I would not adjust to your speed was not just folly, but utter stupidity. When someone exceeds you in speed, you must find another way around it, remember that." Flickerings of an age long past danced about the square, the laughter of children long silenced echoing about the fountain as Tac's eyes slid closed. When he spoke it was almost in a reverie, "One must not rely upon such basics in normal terms. Moving faster and making your opponent slower will not always help, as you have seen. Focus not on the person, but the surroundings." His eyes shot open as a spray from the fountain flitted between them, children dancing about in the water around them, he had quite literally taken them back in time.