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((From what I see, you have been almost dodging every attack. Perhaps you need to be reminded of the concept of godmodding...I and Serenity have been taking all your hits, but you? Well, you're a spotless opponent.))

Thade's rage was relentlessly executed. With the force of telekinesis cutting through his clothing, causing him to have long cuts and ugly gashes. He continued on as though it was nothing. With his eyes still burning with the fire from Hell, necroplasm, he made a strong effort to grasp both hands with his burning ones, to make a physical contact. His bots were firmly planted on the ground that dust and rubble was flying out of the very ground he was standing on. Strong as Soul may be, nothing could match the Grim Reaper's ancient experience of warfare. Causing a physical contact would mean instant access to his soul, and from there Thade will have won the battle.

*The Master vanished,only to reappear some ways behind Thade.Once again the smell of age rose from around him,only heavier now.He growled softly and licked up the black blood that was on his lip.Thade had been moving so hard,so fast,that now he was heading in the oppisite direction of The Master.Though not drained or weak,he could feel age taking it's toll.He had the power,but he couldn't afford to move like that again.His hands still in front of him,he fired shot after shot of Holy/light based charges at Thade's back in rapid succession.The aim to literally continually blast him away until he was nothing.The Master's souls formed a strong barrier shield behind him to block anything Serenity may try.*

((Actually,It's just because you're not doing it right.As you see his speed,which cannot possibly be noted unless you can change time itself,has a heavy cost.Wolf last night did a lot of Damage,Serenity has managed to slow his shadow use.You're just using the wrong techniques is all.That's not really my fault.^__^))

Thade stopped in his tracks as he forced his boots to slow him down. Forcefully jumping up, his burning eyes burned even brighter as his hands did. A large massive ball formed in his hands, crackling with dark energy. He was using his finishing technique: Hell's Wrath. When the ball was about the size of a boulder, Thade aimed it at the unsuspecting Soul and a powerul beam, like a laser, shot out of the ball. Dark energy, a pure one, composes the beam. Swirl after swirl of necroplasm further strengthened the beam. It would be like a hot knife slicing through butter. Thade focused it mainly on Soul's chest. Since laser is light and the beam shot out like it, the speed would be so swift it would be impossible to dodge. He has no other option but to take it and stand ground. After the blast, the ground from which Soul was standing on would turn to a boiling mass of lava, and demonic hands would start to come up out of it, swiftly attempting to grasp Soul's legs. These hands, numbering about a hundred or so, would have the power to immobilize opponents and at the same time, drain them of their powers at a huge cost.

Thade gave a sigh. It seems he has no choice. He has come to very other option, but he never thought Soul would actually leave him no choice but to use this weapon. Thade unsheathed a 12 ft. object that looks like a pole surrounded by void. Thade held it in both of his hands, and immediately one would notice the great change starting to form in him and the weapon. The pole-looking object was actually a doublebladed Scythe, called the DeathScythe. Flawless metal forged by the fires of Hell was the very material of the absolutely terrifying weapon. Thade's pupils disappeared, as he suddenly became occupied by the DeathScythe. To use such a weapon as this was considered a great opportunity..but also a very great risk. The weapon would give you limitless power, but at the cost of having your body as its host. Thade's aura increased in brightness as glasses from windows started to break, wood started to crack, and cement started to melt. Truly it was a terrifying thing to have Thade as an opponent using this deadly weapon. Swiftly moving like light and having double speed, Thade was immediately upon Soul faster than the blink of an eye. He made a barrage of attacks..and this all happened in a second. Slashing upward towards his neck, sideswiping his torso, and giving downward slashes to his thighs and hands, added with the swift rotation of it as Thade slashed it at Soul's forehead, the attack was devastating. The two blades located at the end of the pole were gleaming brightly with a terrifying dark mist.The mere touch of the Scythe's blade would instantly cause damage to one's soul, meaning that every hit would slowly eradicate your existence. Never had a being survived when Death himself wielded this weapon.

((You might wanna watch your head. Shards of glass, wood splinters, and cement blocks are fying all over the place.))

*The Master's shield held strong,causing his floating body to be knocked back.Still floating as the souls that made his shield cringed.It was as if he'd hit The Master in a bubble.The A few souls had been wiped out by the attack,but only a few.The Master knew of this well,he'd read of it.Sadly for Thade,right now he'd be standing above where the demon hands rose to grab at anything and everything.Without The Master's holy bursts to supress them they'd easilly grab Thade.The Master suspected that Thade would be heavilly drained by stepping into his own attack,for demons held no thought of friend or foe,especially when enraged at being hit by holy energy.The Master smiled and dropped to his feet.Thade was fast,but The Master's reflexes would give him a good chance to dodge.Not entirely however.The soulshield though,delayed attacks.Since they'd have to break through it,it gave him an extra second to react.One that he always used.He knew the material of the weapon.His time served in hell had not gone to waste.With great distaste he held out his right hand.There was a blinding white light as a longsword formed in his grip.Decorative in the celestial ways,Silver ran along the blade.It glowed a bright white,holy energy pulsed from it.It was a blade forged by god himself in another world,made for an arc angel that The Master had slain.He had a few of them,locked away in his world.He brought one forward,his first weapon used on this world.The holy power pulsed from it in great burts,threatening to hold at bay any unholy or demonic force.any angelic beings would feel it for along way,perhaps even a mile.God was a crossworld entity,and for using this blade,The Master was sure God would send something after him.One slash was all that would be needed to wipe the vile darkness from the dojo forever.Oddly enough,the holy power didn't hurt The Master.Leaving one to wonder his true origin.

The Master sensed something,and felt the urge to leave.He vanished,taking the blade with him.Getting ready for the horde of angelic beings that would come after him.*

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