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At the northern gates a single spire of a strange metal shot up from a space about two feet off the ground, angeled fifteen degrees towards the east. A loud -=SHINK=- echoed through the arena as the sound of metal on flesh and blood could clearly be heard. This was confirmed as a black ooze began to flow from the spire. When it slowly began to retract the sound of metal on metal was clearly evident, the inverted cone pulling back from whence it came to reveal a tall figure dressed mostly in black. The black leather coat, pants, boots, and shirt with a crimson emblem upon it seemed to seal upas soon as the spikes were gone, but the holes in his form remained.

His gaze rose as he dropped into a crouch, a hole bored right through his skull with a smile on his lips. That too began to close as grey skin was shown under a layer of fluidic black armor. His dead eyes were but mere orbs of blackness, windows to a soul that had been taken away to leave nothing but a void. The spines of bone that grew back from his bald scalp seemed to resemble hair, slicked back as if moving at an incredible rate. His body was taken to the peak of his current stage of evolution just to begin the fight at hand, not yet decided what effects might be called upon in terms of the Aspects of the Dominion.

The speed at which he began to move was incredible, but by no means beyond the speed of blurring or that which would create after images. This seemingly undead being did not give off such an aura, instead an aura of every creature type imaginable, especially once the Psychoreactive Armor began to spread. The form of darkness steeaking across the arena began to leave behind a trail of Crimson Mist as his Aspect was chosen. His body began to bulk up as The Aspect of the Juggernaut began imbuing his form. His armored skin was further increased in strength while his physical attributes were greatly enhanced over their alrfeady amazing levels. His hands seemed to be growing into claws while his back hunched slightly, a sort of armored carapace highly capable of absorbing magical damage without trouble.

The flash of light is nothing if not a boon to IV, the intensity of the light not blinding him in the slightest. In fact, the light relased moulds around him to create a shining nimbus that quickly taints to a deep crimson. The moment Unnamed's aura comes in contact with the growing Crimson Mist he would feel a tug on the very core of his being. IV's gaze would be redirected to focus on him directly as the Crimson Mist began consuming the man's aura. The unnamed man had willingly expanded his aura into IV's territory and now would have to shatter the essense of his being to escape, something no being could do and remain in any shape to fight.

The man had already started killing himself.

IV's body continued its rapid advance as it completely filled out to his near nine foot frame. The ground cracked underfoot as he began taking bounds forward to close the distance. It appeared as if putting up barriers of trickery or even physical defense were not going to be effective against this particular being. Should this particular opponent try reading IV's mind, even not knowing he is doing it, he woul get such a tremendous deluge of information that his own mind would be overwhelmed. Furthermore, predicting assaults by this man would be similarly impossible as the incredible number of thoughts occuring all at once would make it seem like he intended to attack from all possible angles at once. If he got in range of his opponent in time you can bet a spit of some rather nasty acidic type blood and a lunge for some good raking of the abdomen with his claws would be in order.

((So you either teleported (by speed or actual teleport) or you now have a huge beast eating your skull. Riiiiight, I suppose you want to clarify then?))

Tricks of the light be damned, IV need not focus on light or even the physical body, for as long as the unnamed warrior existed his aura was tied to his true body, lest he die and then lose the fight anyway. This simple connection was found through the link gained by the Crimson Mist to the man's aura. Why then all the effort of trying to look as though he were in multiple places at once? If he moved, then he moved and IV would follow. If he moved too fast he has just DQed himself, and if he didn't move IV would tackle him to the ground and begin feasting on his innards. There is nothing tricky or fancy about that, just a big beefy guy that tricks won't work on trying to have a snack.

Furthermore, it would be noted that electromagnetic disturbances would stick out like a sore thumb to this dude, as the template applied to his core abilities allowed him nigh mastery of the electromagnetic spectrum and anomalies were easy to detect. Lastly, all this fun energy being eaten by the expanding Crimson Mist was very much appreciated as it was converted to something more usable for the Beast. No matter the energy type or any sentience within, it would be converted at a base level by being inserted into a dreamscape and then altered by the will of the dreamer.

((Or, you know, you could actually fight for once. He never refocused his attention, he focused directly on your character and hasn't wavered yet. How can you know how he can divide his attention when he can multitask perfectly on thousands of things at once? Furthermore, circular logic doesn't mean you win. "lawl, my energy is connected to my abilities and my abilities are a part of my energy.' Hmm...yeah, circular logic. You established the connection by dispersing your aura into a hostile environment, now suck it up and fight. And, for your information I didn't see the beast metaphor.))

If energy existed, the Crimson Mist was consuming it. If an aura existed, the Crimson Mist was consuming it. The Crimson Mist did not discriminate, it was an equal opportunity consumer. Hell, it was made to eat things that were supposedly able to get away from being eaten just like this. The Crimson Mist had eaten at energy locked away in a lockbox, eaten at the coat-tails of gods, and even eaten nothingness incarnate. The connection was already established the moment the unnamed individual dispersed his aura and no form of energy or special abilities could suddenly sever this link "just because." Only one man thus far had discovered a way to sever the link once established, and this individual was not that man. As such, IV didn't need to figure out which of these figures was the real unnamed man, because he was directly connected to the being through his essense. Hiding was impossible.

Furthermore, trying to affect the mists through the link by eating back along the link would also be an act of futility. Adding more energy, more forces, more barriers to the Mist would only give it more to eat. There simply was no stopping this, not in any way yet presented. At least if the being started fighting he might stand a chance. As the man had not reacted to IV finding him and attacking him, he would surely be in dire straights, most likely missing body parts from having them eaten.

((Its not fighting a judge that you be hating, thats the feeling of fighting me when I've not had the chance to assign you any respect as a human being, and you've not exactly been doing a good job of earning it. Just post or give some real complaint.))

((Your explaination for not connecting and dispersing was "just because, lawl, combination of abilities I don't mention" and mine was "just because, lawl, stuff." Stop complaining. When you don't explain the how or the why, can you really expect me to give you that same courtesy? And don't dote on me being a judge, because I'd be doing this to you even if you were the judge (hell, if you were an admin) and I wasn't.))

The Crimson Mist continued the consumption, filtration, and conversion just as it had all along, the flows of energy still doing nothing to deter IV's attack. Why did this unnamed individual ignore a behemoth trying to eat his skull? All that lovely biting and stabbing and clawing, one would think he'd want to defend himself instead of doing his whole gate and beast metaphor dance.