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Rage began to pulse through the giant's form as each strike landed, only increasing his anger. Its been said that when Bruce Banner gets mad he bulks up and get all green and crazy. But...what happens if something in almost reverse happens? Tusks began to sprout from his lips as the green fur covering his body surged, another strike falling upon him as the Lightning Shield seemed to almost become a solid shield around him. His rage was intense, his green hair streaking with brown as he began to hunch forward. His face contorted and began to resemble that of...a boar?

The belt had come undone, leaving the tunic to flap around him as he threw back and...let out a mean squeal? Rage blinded him as he threw his arms wide, the disorientation replaced with naught but anger and ferocity. The spirit of the boar now infused his form, the spirit to fight with such ferocity that crippling strikes and hinderances of anything less that broken bones seemed to shrug off, even harm that would render unconsciousness. Gripping the wall he seemed to flip up, thrusting up with his arms to pass the incredible height and land with a crash in the stands once more.

((Fore, btw))

Trebuchet did the unthinkable, he charged, axe held before him in his less than dexterous hands as the Monkey god appeared. By the time Ouka could react and turn it into the staff, Trebuchet's axe would be upon him, thrown from afar. The head of the axe itself was larger than a human being, and thats just the head. This lunge would leave Trebuchet falling back towards the acid, but with a thrust against the ground he'd be up on the opposing side once more, sweeping a partially hooved hands across the stands to snatch up his axe. After that, he'd be gone. His axe, collapsable siege weapon, and tunic would be found near registration, but any others signs would be gone.

Milky listened, interested in Lusiks sudden change in personality, but Milky understood, this tournament was going to have a tad few challenges, and it's best to keep a wit about ya'. Milky turned as he watched Lusik go; smiling at the approval that he can kill anyone he pleased. His evil grin stretched across his face, literally from ear to ear. Milky stood up on the balcony railing. He looked down at the arena pit, seeing the silhouetted dots move about the arena. Milky placed his hands into to his pockets, and then stepped off the railing plummeting to the ground below. His small little body was caught by the wind that blew Simi-hard up at the top. Milky was carried down to the ground revolving around the arena as he descended from the high balcony.

Milky touched ground, the sand on the ground blown around Milky by the wind, his image distorted by the amount of light and the swirling sand in the arena. Milky stood where Lusik would hopefully enter the arena to observe. Milky leaned against the wall, taking his hands out of his pockets, and crossed his arms at his chest. He watched as the others farted around with each other, waiting for his turn to come.

"Answers to what?"

He held the mug, not really wanting to take the chance of downing the stuff inside it. So he'd take small sips of it...

"I would have thought my brother would have tried to get hold of you again."

Mael's standing there? Not truly smart when he doesn't know the outcome of this technique, thus the darkness that shrouds the area within this cube formation begins wrapping around both personages. The height of this structure that has been forming is slightly above solidifying to formulate the Seal.

Mael will be unable to move now, even if the orbs attack, the aero manipulation will constantly protect itself. Ryu stays inside the orb... or so people would think.

Countdown: 3

A pigeon flew by, carrying a letter in its mouth. The letter was rather simple, and was sealed with a golden sticker. The pigeon soared about, a bit mindlessly before landing on the sand and placing the letter down. The pigeon seemed to be holding a magic marker (literally) as it drew a few whacky scribbles on the letter. The pigeon flew away from the letter and took a seat on the marble wall. The letter flew open and with a spray of magic, it folded over into a strange figure that appears rather humanoid. As quickly as the letter had been delivered, it had been turned into ashes. The letter was burned by a flame representing the emotion of power.

As the letter burned away, a seven foot figure became noticable, as he shook off the ashes that were covering his divine body. His platinum/silver hair, highlighted with navy blue, gently fell into the hood of his robe resting quite motionless in it. His hair was not spiked, and his bangs were trimmed, and now instead of just falling downwards, it was folded around his face. His hair in the front was not long enough to block out his two eyes that were clearly unique. His left eye had no iris, it seemed to only have a black cornea filled with patterns of differentiating colors. Too bad there wasn't a true pattern, the eye was unpredictable, it resembled Chaos itself. The right eye's iris was extended and appeared to be as if it was mettalic, while the cornea resembled a fresh sea of blue, and the pupil seemed to be normally black, except with a few hints of green. His face was rather normal, but if you looked closely, you could see lines of perhaps some sort of divine seal glowing dimly.

He wore a monk's robe that seemed to be a bit, lets say more royal, made of some fine fiberous material. Bright silver chains were aligned against the fabric to where bones might be on a human. Some were spiked, some were flat, and some seemed to be alive. On the front and back of the robe, he bore two strange symbols that seemed to be inscribed as if they were painted on with some magic powder. The symbols were identical, both seemed to be trees of metal and soulwood reaching for a bright blue star and capturing it within their grasp. He wore a yellow scarf that magically was pushed away from covering up the design on the back, with a counterpart wrapped around as a headband, inscribed with a few runic words. His arms were still covered by the familar robe, and his hands were wrapped with a strange black magical skin plated with steel, or something like it. His fingertips were exposed, revealing a bit of a claw on each hand. A rose seemed to be sticking out of his sleeves on both hands aswell.

His feet were wrapped with simple cloth, and he wore sandals of some sort of steel.

{Divine Rite} - 1
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Ugh, sorry it took so long to describe.

His eye stayed open as it began to examine all the information in the area simply in binary, the most basic of informational language. He brought in information from his opponent and digested it while his left looked into the other man's optics. The Eye of Chaos, or so it was called, seemed to twinkle as an invisible force began to instill a disorder within his opponent's mind, making him a little bit more easier to target. He slid foward one foot, while speaking at the same time. "No rules, I would rather not taste any death today." And as he said that, four katanas seemed to appear out of nowhere, when they had really slid out from under his robe through a bed of nanites. They fixed themselves around his left hand and began to shrink while spinning around, resembling some sort of spinning saw, each moving quicker and quicker. He slid his following foot foward, as his left hand's "magicskin" gauntlets summoned a bit of "light" from within his own body, drained from cells which store radiation. His right hand seemed to blink with red energy, draining life out of plants nearby, except the rose around his hand.

The eye of chaos rarely blinked, but it did at this moment. The optic of chaos seemed to have some grip on the area around Cziri, distorting it slightly, for those who would not move as carefully and controlled as Cziri, or if they did not bare the natural immunity to this sort of distortion, they would ultimately be slowed down. The Divinie Rite seemed to shine a bit more, as the runic lines and circles became visible around Cziri's visible hands and face, while tracing through his hair. Cziri's right eye could see at a unheard rate of 400 frames per second at the moment. He assessed the situation and stuck his right hand out into the flow, knitting a rather simple thread around the legs of his attacker, using his superior vision to wire it all around his lower section, before discarding with the rest and tightening it, forcing the man to trip before his spin properly began. As his opponent would fall, the threads became sticky as an animal magic flowed through them. Eww, now they are spiderwebs.

The rose shot out of Cziri's sleve, its cut stem first aimed at the attacker's head, moving with a quick force. Cziri slid away from the now tangled Alucard, before quickly diving in as every thread of his body was in sync, its arrangement and tightness allowing for movement and fluidity in this case. His body moved quickly like a snake, bringing itself quickly to the ground as his robe spread out, appearing as if it were wings for this man. He brought both of his hands down on the man at the same time, the left using a strange blend of magically contained light to destroy chemical bonds instantly at the man's legs, while the blades spinned quickly with the utmost precision from magnets within each one of them. One blade would dispel sonic energy into the vessels of the man, another with light, another with electricity, and another with pure deconstruction of molecules via nanites. As his right touched down near the man's chest, it would strip the man of all energy, either it be biochemical or magical within the blink of an eye, before forming a magical "glass" around his torso up around his head. His torso would turn into bose-eistien consendate, and be left to eat away at the rest of his matter.

>_> Ugh, I'm getting used to this form, I'm not using him at his best. Sorry for any autohitting.