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The moment he'd reach to grab Cyrus by the throat, however the f*cking hell he did so with no legs, Cyrus knew had the f*ck right where he wanted him. He would focus all his energy immediately his right hand, making a ball of non-visible energy that would be enough to cripple him permanently if used properly. And the moment his hand touched his neck, Cyrus used that split single second, like the one second that 9 punches could be thrown, to smash his right hand towards James's throat at the collar bone where the massive amount of electricity, worth 2 legs and 2 arms worth, would explode into James's neck, collarbone, and spine.

The second arms worth of energy would be from what energy didn't manage to transfer from the two arm exchange and Cyrus's own life force. That would result in him having the equivalent of the air knocked out of him for a moment, though it wouldn't matter since the it would be later this evening by the time he noticed it fully.

The great thing was about his was that he could do nothing about this attack. He couldn't dodge due to the fact he was holding Cyrus by the throat himself. He couldn't move his collar bone without stepping backwards which would involve pivoting on or with his near destroyed foot. And this attack would no only inhibit breathing but would reach the spine with ease where the blast of raw electrical energy would nail the spine and paralyze James with enough energy to kill someone if the flow wasn't stopped. And since the energy was so concentrated and gathered, one it made contact it was game over.

Unless his will somehow allowed him to puppet a dead body that is, and in that case Cyrus was royally f*cked since he was out of energy all together.

Cyrus laughed as the energy didn’t fly forward, it was a compilation of 4 limbs worth of energy focused into his right hand and followed the same law where it wouldn’t be released unless it made physical contact.

Cyrus would watch as the fist would knock his own arm out of the way and an idea came to him. He would use James’s own grip against him and he would split the energy in his right arm by redirecting one limbs’ worth of power into each one of the soles of his feet. He would then retract his ‘offending limb’ to clutch James’s choking arm at the pressure point under the elbow and within less than second release the two arms worth of remaining energy left in his right arm into James’s chokehold arm. As he did that, he would shift his weight up using James’s arm as a balance and his own feet to shift weight, and would smash his feet into James’s chest to bar his feet between the two combatants. This allowed him to double kick James in the chest with his own choke and release two more pints of energy smashing into his chest from his feet.

This would force Cyrus out of the grip no matter what James did, but he took burns from James’s fire attack he used to block his original all out strike. He should be able to get out before the throat burns came. If this didn’t work, Cyrus was f*cked royally, but at least he had a chance looking at the fact that if this landed or not, he would either deal significant damage or would still have plenty of malleable energy.

Cyrus let out a muffled cry as he was sent flying a good few feet from the blast itself. He felt a rampant onrush of burns and aches as he later found himself on the ground about ten feet away from his opponent. He flew a good distance and he knew that the distance wasn't going to last long unless he did something. Blood soaked his neck and collar bone as the skin was charred as well. The burns all around his neck were overall pretty bad but the fact he was blown away in the process sparred him from death.

He could breathe and he could move, and that meant he could fight. He got up and took a few deep breathes as he began to pump his legs up and down a tad and move to the other side of the stadium. As he did so he would begin to focus all his energy into the ultimate attack he had, the Zeus Bolt, and in doing so he'd have to tap into his life force once more to squeeze more energy out. He was gasping for breath even harder as a solid bar of electricity, about 4 feet long and about inch thick, formed. It was pure lightning, and like it’s natural predecessor was 13 million joules and 30,000 degrees Celsius. It was held in a concentrated, straight, and almost javelin-like form. He held the pure bar of energy as he stared at Eredas with a death like grin.

The reason Cyrus didn't burn or electrocute himself was obvious since this incarnation of pure energy was partly his life force, meaning he wouldn't get hurt nor feel it's heat/energy in a harmful manner. But if this bad of energy even touched Eredas, the fight was done. If Eredas got hit in the heart, James was dead. But unfortunately this 'javelin', unlike its lightning counter part, would only fly, if thrown, at visible speeds. But it would be an azure blur just like lightning raging out of the sky. And it would still pierce and burn clean through Eredas's skin regardless of his heat resistance.

He wanted the demon hunter to finally get the clue that this was the end.

"This is it...."

He said as he held the bar of lightning parallel to the ground with the end facing James. The two combatants would still have a fair amount of distance between them at that time and if James approached Cyrus would obviously move away while keeping within the arenas boundaries. This was the last move, and he waited for James to approach...

-MP:-1-

Cyrus sighed as he would clutch the bar of energy and hold it like a lance, as if it were a solitary weapon. He thinned out the energy more so that the bar of energy was now seven feet versus four, but the amount of sheer power and heat still remained the same. He assumed a stance which resembled that of a Bo wielder. His right foot led with the longer portion of the ‘lance’s’ hold in his right hand leading forward. His left hand held the lower base of the ‘lance’ as his hand (not lance) was pressed against his side. His lead right foot and back left foot were both bent slightly with the feet spread slightly farther than shoulder width.

Cyrus finished the stance and had a completely calm disposition, even while looking at the animosity James bore towards him. His cobalt eye would stare into James’s own as his expression was quiet and adamant. His body didn’t move as he awaited James to show just how much hate he had for him. And all the while, Cyrus would be able to recover some of the effect of infusing his life force into this spear since he wasn’t moving around as much.

He would only say this though and with a voice that rang with disappointment if anything..

”Whose the coward now? Are you so desperate that you have to use a knife when you have that innate flame of yours? Pathetic....”

Out in the stands Benjamin Nicolai, the blond beaut, watched the fight below with rapt attention. With a big tub of popcorn in his lap, some fightan music pumping through his ears, and some new shades to fight off the suns glare as he kept his well protected eyes glued on the bout below.

It wasn't that the fight was incredibly epic, but rather it was just hilarious to watch the fighters antics. Not their words, because everyone knew talk was cheap, but just what they did. And he to admit half the s**t that was going on in hear had him rolling left to right in his seat, laughing so hard that tears welled up in his eyes.

I mean there was just so much golden material here, like for instance what this "Acropolis" fellow was doing now. I man already had some serious firepower in that bolt of his, Benjamin being a electric user himself could judge such things (although he could not judge where all the power came from), but seeing James pull out one itsy bitsy knife had caused him to practically double its length.

Either this man was scared shitless or....

"HEY YOU! YEAH YOU, YOU WITH THE STICK! WHY'D YOU GO AND MAKE YOUR STICK SO LONG FREAKING LONG? ARE YA COMPENSATION FOR SOMETHING?!?!"

Because "thinning" was somehow the equivalent of "staying the same". It was a wonder how his hands didn't just melt. Incarnation of his life energy it was, the heat would set other things on fire, and then those things would set Cyrus on fire because the man had no heat resistance. In fact, the man should be started to suffer from intense burns from the scalding air around his literal lightning rod.

Not that it mattered much to James who closed in steadily on Cyrus, hands at his sides. He'd walk right up to him and stab him on the face if he didn't do anything. Anything Cyrus attempted to say, James didn't even hear it, because it was hard to talk s**t (or talk, period), when one's throat was marred by bruises and severe burns, and because the jeering for Cyrus's loser antics were reaching a cresendo with the crowd. It was only through the efforts of a gifted lip-reader that they could translate and project Cyrus's garbled speech onto the stadium's speakers.

James's opponent could try to stare into his eyes, but he'd see nothing but inky black. The martial artist was still wearing his sunglasses after all.

So ********' cool.

Mode: Path of Dou

Lethargically waving a delicate hand side to side the chilling woman would swipe at the air in front of her face. Wanting the stench of burning skin to disappear, how vulgar to use such a crude element. The only downside to being a race that wasn't human, senses are extended to the surrounding areas. The crystalline eyes trailing down to view the warriors duke it ou--..no never mind it wasn't duking out at all, it was HURR HURR LIGHTNING ZEUS BOLT GOGOGO verses a fire manipulator who can't get this guy to shut the hell up.

With a heavy sigh and a sway from side to side of the spade ended tail, swatting at the ground below her, Daeva would let out a soft whispering tone that echoed into many voices. Each word forming one after another in mere milliseconds apart. An eerie sound to those who are used to normal speaking humans.

"The passion of creativity within warriors these days is losing its touch upon this vast world. Such a waste of space.." the near monotone voice said apathetically with a trail of hazed air seeping from between her deeply frozen colored lips.