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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:29 pm
The light tore into Allen. Some hitting the metal plates in his trenchcoat. Some tearing through the spaces where the plates were linked. Some missing the coat completely, and just hitting flesh instead. Most were indirect hits, but even with Allen trying to sidestep them, there was at least one that caused a more than minor cut. It slammed directly into his left shoulder, tearing the flesh there open. And rendering the arm useless, at least until it got medical attention.
It was about then that the blue glow in Allen's eyes shifted slightly. It grew brighter, though still shedding no actual light, even as Allen's katana formed in his hand and began to glow. And the glow grew brighter faster, Allen shifting more energy into the sword at once than was really healthy.
Then, Accelerate, coming at Viceroy from behind. Going through the beams, if he had to, to take the shortest path to the man. Seven seconds put into one, rather then his normal five. More strain on his body, and his wounds would likely open more, but it would be too fast for Viceroy to really see. hopefully.
The initial charged slash would be down from Viceroy's right shoulder, as Allen was coming from behind. Angled to cut through the neck and spine. The next would be a curving upwards slash from the exit point, bringing the blade so it would exit through the left shoulder. Then, if Viceroy had dodged in the single second all of this was being crammed in, Allen would already be launched at him, blade pointed forward to stab Viceroy.
Seven seconds end, normal time resume.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 2:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:12 pm
"Tch---!"
Shielding his eyes with his right forearm at the sudden burst of light, all thought of continuing to swing his blade ceased.
Is... this it!! He couldn't tell who had gotten the last blow in, even as he held his ground. He had felt the burst of raw magic leech from above his head and shoot out into the rest of the room.
Lowering his arm as the flash subsided and the sound of a sword echoed throughout the room, he leaned forward, left hand holding his insides in.
"Well... that was fas--"
Yet even before he could finish the setence, the shout reverbarated through the room; yellowed eyes widening in surprise.
Vahn watched as the Viceroy literally tore himself out of the maws of death itself, and beging to twist into a mockery of "ultimate power".
"Ah..."
The scenery changed, and it didn't feel like the temple... it didn't even feel like the void.
It... was just... darkness.
"...s**t...."
He stared up at the being that now took it's place amongst the three of them. This felt like the end game indeed...
This... could be a problem.
Vahn's Fang still glowed a deep hue of crimson, thin crackles of flame traveling up and down it's length from charged energy. You could say he'd reached the limit of abuse that he could withstand before reaching his breaking point.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:01 pm
The bright light that came from everything around him caused him to lower his gaze for a brief moment. The only thing bringing his eyes to bear forward once again was the sound of his previously trapped sword striking the ground.
Eyes focused upon what had, at one point, been the Viceroy.
And then...darkness.
The Viceroy returned, this time coated in blood and thorns. It was both disgusting and admirable. The Viceroy was fighting with every last ounce of strength.
A pity he'd have to be put down.
First his gaze traveled to Allen. A faint smile crossed his lips. The final hurrah. The last stand against chaos.
The rush of adrenaline was enough to take his mind off any theatrics. No point in living in the moment longer than necessary.
He could still make out his previously discarded sword just in front of him. A faint smile crossed his lips as he turned to look over his shoulder, where Vahn's voice was heard. Funny how the only things he could see were people and weaponry. Then, back to Allen.
Arms extended, sword turning so that the blade was flat when concerning the floor and the ceiling. From the looks of it, the guy had an attack planned...and Athan had just sent out an invitation. Whether or not Allen wanted to get in on it as well was no consequence. Athan was an equal opportunity hurler.
"Whaddaya say?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:21 pm
There was no reaction to the flash of light. Normally, it would have been because of his sunglasses, which were miraculously untouched. but, this time around, there was a different reason.
Allen was exhausted. His left arm was useless. His body bore numerous cuts that he was bleeding from, mere scratches having been torn apart into larger, bleeding wounds by the extra stress he had put on his body. He wavered, the scraps of his coat hanging limply from him, but he did not fall.
But he was unable to hold onto the form of either his gauntlets or his sword. They shimmered from view, leaving Allen without his customary equipment. But, this time around, not without a weapon. Situations had given him something earlier.
His hand went to his side, grasping the hilt of the longsword that had once held the petal representing Justice. Not that Allen had known that, only that his petal had a blue glow, fitting considering his eyes. The blade was drawn from it's makeshift sheathe, and given a look for a second, a small smile crossing his lips.
"Given by the chaos...and now used to destroy it."
The sword held at ready, Allen understood Athan's invitation, and at this point was willing to accept. He stepped up onto the large blade, if that was what Athan wanted, and if it wasn't got in whatever position was supposed to be done for this. And then waited, for what would likely be his final set of moves here.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:59 pm
Viceroy was panting heavily, but the thorned face was still wailing. In fact the whole body hunched over as if it was going let out a great roar. So it did, so it did. Shooting up until it was bent slightly backwards. One face roaring, while the smaller body thrashed and screamed in pain.
When the roaring abomination threw back a good few vines let loose, as well as extending its arms past the perimeter of the "island". The second a vine or arm left the light there were ripples in the darkness, it was like a liquid.
What on earth was it doing? Then the whole darkness surrounding began to ripple. Vine after vine shot out of the darkness. Some horizontally, disappearing into the darkness once again. Others shot down, shattering once they hit the brightly lit ground. They weren't meant to impale, rather the attack was to separate the champions and impair movement. If they couldn't save each other's asses then they would be much less of a threat.
The real attack was to come.
Rather than ripples these were announced by full out waves. The arms that disappeared flew out full force. One unfurled from behind the group to deliver a mighty backhand. The thorned appendage was trying to pimp slap Athan out of his comfortable position.
Waves would form above Vahn, only to reveal a claw falling from the "ceiling". Viceroy had identified the rising power as dangerous, thus pinning Vahn to the ground seemed like the best way to buy time. The hand of brambles would rend, hold, drive itself into the ground. Anything to keep Vahn there as well.
Then there was the weakened man that had ended his first reign of terror. Just because there was only two hands didn't mean Allen was safe. Three last Vines shot from the darkness, only to entwine into one spear of death. At the angle it was headed, it would miss the other two by pierce allen through the chest or shoulder. A barbed missle like that could do quite a bit of damage.
The whole time Viceroy thrashed and screamed. This was not the way it was supposed to be. No, it was the way it had to be.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:42 pm
Yellowed eyes took in the towering Chaos Viceroy, before he pushed off to the side, aiming to avoid the worst of the vine rain. Skidding along the ground, greaves found purchase along the island.
"Damn you!" His Fang was held out, blade still glowing darkly.
Having evaded slightly more behind, Vahn saw thedistortion in the atmosphere, as one of the Viceroy's arms came ripping forward, apparently aiming for the swordsman Vahn had teamed with earlier.
"Watc---!!" Barely enough time to give out a full warning, as something came hurtling downward. He felt the distrotion through his bones and heard the weird squelching sound as the 'waves' spread out.
He just narrowly managed to raise his Fang and stave off the crushing claw. With gritted teeth, and the wounds on his torso reopening, Vahn held off the appendage, with everything in his body.
I can...
Still fight...!
Met with such an immense power such as this, it only served to somehow fuel Vahn himself. Apparently he was 'resonating' with the extreme power backing the Viceroy, in turn drawing out his own strength to it's MAX.
I swore...
I swore that I will win...
The Fang grew redder and redder along it's length, heating up to over a thousand degrees now. With bent knees, the ground underneath Vahn would begin to break down, creating a slowly expanding crater.
"Let's get one thing straight, freak- no one's better than me!"
I swore...
"Not you-- not Victor--not anyone!"
Vahn's eyes hollowed out into pits of pure black, as if his blackened flame were consuming him from the inside.
"NO ONE!"
Surging upward, Vahn came out with an immense vertical slash, the searing blade of his Fang enough to hopefully shatter clean through the Viceroy's claws and cleave himself an exit.
With that surge, Vahn's knees would have straightened, effectively sending him airborne as he sliced down, spinning slightly as he skyed like Mike.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:58 pm
Allen was set and ready to go, but before Athan could do anything offensive, he was interrupted by the sudden apperance of a thorned hand heading directly towards him. And then a barbed missle aimed at the guy perched on his sword.
"Duck."
Athan dipped his sword down, Allen would more than likely slide off of just fall completely, and since he was suspended about two feet off the ground, the barbed missle would probably soar over his head regardless of his ducking.
But Athan hadn't told him to duck because of the spear, it was because Athan himself was soon sent flying by a thorned backhand. When he hit the ground he bounced, rolled twice more, and then came to a stop. Where the thorns hit, Athan was now bleeding profusely. His shoulder was also beginning to voice its concerns, but he quelled the pain with a mental note that it would be taken care of later.
There was also a nice welt developing around the main point of impact.
There was a slight grunt as his arms pushed his upper body up. His legs tucked in underneath him, and Athan rose up once more.
Things were getting a little bit more dicey this go around.
A deep breath drawn into his lungs, and Athan began tearing across the darkened island, his left hand lowering as he did so.
He was heading for the fallen sword that was left for him by the Viceroy's previous body.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:12 pm
Allen did indeed duck, as asked. And between both that and the lowering of the blade he was on, the spear of vines flew over his head. And then, allowing himself to move naturally, he slid down off of Athan's weapon.
And then he bolted off to the side. Approaching the Viceroy from the side. Faster than Athan he might have been, even with his injuries, but his curved path put him so he would be slightly behind Athan. At least if one had looked at them across a line, with Athan being the closer.
(And...sucky post, but meh. You'll get better later, or something.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:35 pm
Vahn ripped through the arm no problem, cleaving the claw section of the arm clear off. Much like every other attack that cut the vines it caused the whole organism to shift and thrash. The arms and vines sucked back through the portals they entered, and then all returned to form the whole as the darkness ended its stormy state. Viceroy was screaming even harder due to the thrashing. Every inch of flesh was torn from the vines that sustained him. But he managed to grit his teeth and mutter one thing... "You don't understand..." He spat as he began to pull at his powerful prison, "Vahn Fah... I ******** EARNED IT!" The devil was in Viceroy's eyes. He tugged and pulled and ignored the pain. A spray of crimson dotted the clean ground, Viceroy had just ripped his hands free from the thorny bramble. Both palms were pointed towards Vahn and now glowing with dark energy. The roles reversed. The quivering Viceroy roared as a torrent of energy flowed from his palms directly at Vahn, while the vine mouth moaned in pain. He would destroy that arrogant b*****d. He would destroy every last arrogant b*****d in the world. When the attack ended Viceroy slumped over, he would just need to recover... Then he would destroy them all. That energy wouldn't stop at Vahn, it was far too unstable. Even if Vahn dodged, even if the beam went right through him, even if he deflected it off a shield, it would continue on into the darkness. No ripples this time, the dark world wailed as it tried to absorb the attack. And wailed as it spat it out, in another direction. It wouldn't stop at the ground, it would go right through it. And then it would pop right out some other area of the darkness. Once it would fly right over Allen's head. Another time right in front of Athan, leaving a large crater that just seemed to end in more darkness. The attack finally petered out, but the world was screaming as much as the Viceroy creature. Everything was unstable. This battle had to be decided one way or the other FAST. TICK
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:14 pm
LIFT THE LIMIT "I'll defeat you!" Still airborne, a great flash of heat would expand outwards. Throttling through the air after using an air hike from his greaves, Vahn gripped his deeply lit Fang with both hands. Blackened eyes stared out, even as the Viceroy's chaotic flow surged forward. All around Vahn, the air superheated, forming a red hot field. "I'll bet with all my power!" His Fang burst into flames, crimson and black mixing in with each other as he didn't bother to duck. Didn't bother to deflect. Didn't bother to do anything but fly straight into the attack itself. His shield of heated air pressed and strained, as Vahn felt his flesh burn, hair singing away and blood turning to nothing but steam. "I'll beat the crap out of you--" Thrusting both arms forward as he lunged through the air like a projectile, all the collected heat within the flamberge would explode outwards. "-- until there's nothing left in you!!" Efreet's Fang. A weapon not created by humans, but a weapon of legacy forged within the Plane of Fire; a sword of pure orihalcon. It is a weapon that stands on top of all others in the category of flame swords. Transforming the owner's heat into "power" and increasing the kinetic momentum by convergence and acceleration, it is a sword that makes use of the Explosion technique possible. Completely focused, the compacted pressure would shoot out, increasing the sword's already lengthy range. From a third person viewpoint, it would look like a gigantic ray of light and flames, but the attacking point is actually just the tip of the light; all it's destructive force is concentrated there. It is the "Ultimate Slash" which tears apart all objects that the "layer" passes through. Its massive power lets it carry heat other than its tip, and as a result, it can be taken as a wave of light that sweeps the earth. It can also be described as an energy weapon with a directional sweep. This was the true form of that technique. Vahn had nearly harnessed it in the fight with Amp, but it had proven to be too underdeveloped as it was hastily charged. But now was a different story. Because now it's my turn to take your burden....Tearing through the Viceroy's attack, Vahn would literally stab forward with the immense force, impaling and hopefully running straight through the Viceroy, even as he trailed blood and flesh behind himself. ..So... REST IN PEACE!Of course there would be a massive explosion as all that kinetic pressure connected. Like the widespread
talons of a devil
at last...
The final fateful
limit break!!!
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:18 pm
The chaotic blade was scooped up off the ground, no problem. Athan was still running full-tilt across the ground, his eyes locked upon the Viceroy's entrapped form.
A huge beam of energy zipped right past him, breaking open the flesh of his chest as he sprinted forward. Athan faltered, stumbling slightly.
Just give it your best, nothing can stand in your way if you do that.
He rose his head, setting his jaw as he regained his stride.
The two swords were now dragging along the ground behind him, leaving a trail of sparks in the darkness as he ran. The chaotic blade in the left, his grandfather's sword in the right.
The Viceroy was slumped over, now was the perfect time to strike. Vahn rushed ahead of him with his own attack. Again, Athan faltered slightly.
Have no reservations about whatever you do in life. When you make a commitment...pour all of your heart and soul into it.
His grandfather's voice was soon joined by another, a strange voice that held no real meaning other than that it was actually in his head.
The Tyr'kana had ten movements, each representing a different method of warfare. Go...descendant of the sixth movement. Trust in the sword, and find your true potential.
Eyes narrowed as his path became clear. Swords no longer dragged against the darkness as he pushed off the ground at a full sprint. He was hurling himself towards the Viceroy with nothing but faith backing him.
Both weapons crossed in front of him, forming a sort of makeshift barrier as he drew near. His eyes remained unhindred, still focused upon the body of the writhing Viceroy. The left handed sword, the chaotic blade, moved in front of him, the sharpened edge aimed towards his intended target.
The right arm swung backwards, his eyes widening suddenly just moments before impact would occur. And then, as if on cue, a conglomoration of voices filled his head at once.
STRIKE!
There was a beastial cry of effort as the heavy weapon was swung forward with all the might he could muster. The mercury inside lurched forward, the weapon coming down with an incredible amount of force.
All of it directed towards the center of the Viceroy's prison. It was all or nothing.
Athan didn't know how to fight any other way.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:55 pm
The world was unstable. His senses open, Allen could feel it as he kept moving, the realm they were in beginning to crumble around him. Time was running out, even as he ran forward, hoping to finish this. His right hand still with the sword, Allen forced his left to move. It wasn't much. not much at all. Just enough to reach a little into his still intact bag and press a button on the side of his laptop.
The play button.
Music came from the headphones in the earpiece of his sunglasses. when that button was pressed, his collection was automatically set on shuffle. Whatever came out was random.
VnV Nation - Chrome
A million faces, each a million lies
for each and all a chrome disguise
prompts for action force reaction
embody promise in a sheen so pure
This Viceroy. The gods before. All of then were forcing others to act, for thier own gain. Prompting action, as the song said. forcing him, and these others, to react in order to save themselves. And they'd all been dragged in by various promises, whether for rewards, the safety of others, or a redemption of sorts. That pissed Allen off.
Hurt, the measure of blind ambition
the testament to your singular disease
against all wisdom you heed no warning
your desires giving you away
Allen's grip shifted on the weapon in his hand, as the blast from Vahn hit the Viceroy. But Allen didn't notice. His focus was shifting. Even after all this time, the Viceroy still sought power. It was obvious in the way he acted. He had killed to obtain his ultimate power. He was hurting more people now, to get more power. But that lust for power of his, so obvious and all consuming, was even consuming him. The result? The monster they saw before them.
Your actions turn conquest to dust
in portents of fate you foolishly place trust
sense fear in your broken breathing
resort to shadows till your body expires
And yet, Viceroy was losing this battle. Allen could see it, even as Athan's swords slammed into the Viceroy's form. And Viceroy knew it too. He was afraid, afraid that his power wasn't enough, and afraid because his power was consuming him. And that fear made him draw that power closer and closer.
Allen, now a short distance directly behind Athan, launched himself into the air.
All creation has the promise of heaven
and still you travel the road to hell
I'm saying nothing for the good of myself
but I'm still talking and you're not listening
Allen flew into the air, over Athan, resolute. Viceroy had chosen his path. This was the well deserved reward.
It was a simple motion, compared to what Vahn or Athan had done. All it really involved doing was falling. With, of course, the sword held in it's new grip. The simple act of falling, as Allen shifted forward, would place the blade above Viceroy. And then gravity would take effect, bringing the sharp blade down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 12:07 pm
Glow. Stop. Everyone would be frozen in time. The tip of Vahn's attack was frozen in time, just about to impale the centre figure. Athan, stuck in mid cry right before he unleashed his attack. Allen was floating above just about to fall down. The vines were frozen as well, movement impossible. The only light were the pulsing orbs in the shoulders, the only sound Viceroy's pained breathing, and the only movement the same challenge slowly pulling up from his slumped position. He tried to wipe some of the blood away from his mouth, but only managed to smear more on. "Congratulations bastards." He rasped threateningly, "You're preserved the ******** monotony. The world lives on so everyone can be a ******** pawn safely once more. Duped into playing the game, duped into saving it. You don't get it do you..." He shook his head. "I only wanted to sav..." A single crack ran down one of the orbs. It fizzled out like a bad light bulb, and so did the spell. Viceroy's scream would probably be etched into their memories forever. Vahn's mighty attack ripped through the now exposed flesh, sending no blood since the wound was instantly burned closed. Athan's attack on the other hand sent a torrent of gore in one direction as Viceroy screamed even louder. Allen would finished the triad attack by dealing massive damage to the vine cluster by severing the now flailing Viceroy's connections from it. Then, before anymore blood was shed, the mutilated body turned to a crystalline statue. Then exploded into shards of glass and energy. Not good for the unstable world. The grounds shifted, cracked and flew in all directions. Physics seemed not to matter as some went into the air, while others sunk lower than the original arena. They were no longer on an illuminated platform in a sea of darkness, they were standing on tiny floating islands in vast abyss. But there was light, streaming in from a tear far above. If the champions could climb the tower of islands from bottom to top, then there would be a chance to escape. If not... Well at least they saved the word. There was one remnant of the battle though. The orb that didn't break was using a small mass of vines to swim trough the darkness. With no trace of viceroy left to control it, the thing was rampaging through the collapsing world. Sending out rapid beams to shatter platform, ramming chunks of earth so they spun in place. Generally making it a pain in the a** for anyone who wanted to get up. TOCK
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 1:56 pm
SKRRRSSHHH
The beam shot straight through, shortening the closer Vahn came to the Viceroy's body, before the crystalline shrapnel went flying everywhere.
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Landing back on the ground, his arms and shoulders even more cut up by the fragments that went flying.
Damn it!!
The blade of his Fang was steaming, threatening to revert back into it's initial form at any moment now.
His vision swam and he could feel the backup in his throat started. He wanted to hurl right about now. The ground was breaking up, and once more the three of them were getting seperated.
Blood seeped out of his mouth, there was no telling how many liters of blood he had lost already, but it was safe to assume that he hadn't lost all of it.
"I'll be blown to bits..." Stumbling forward, as he used his Fang for support, he watched as the ground in front of him was uprooted, and then blasted apart by stray bolts of chaotic energy. "..before I can even collect my 'pay'."
He couldn't where the other two had gotten to, but with the world around them going to s**t, it was a safe bet they all would be aiming to get the hell outta Dodge.
Breathing heavily he would start his final gambit.
Owle. I'm coming...
Pushing forward, he leapt off the broken edge of the platform he was on. Left arm placed int ightly against his torso, he sailed through the air, legs spread out.
He fell downward going at an angle and stabbing his Fang into the outcropping that pushed in directly ahead of him at the last moment. Hanging there, as the platform raised higher and higher, he bent his knees and kicked up.
"Nngh!"
Sailing back to the left, he caught hold of another piece, stabbing in, even as a flash of energy blasted past his back. He could see a chunk spiraling its way towards him, ready to impact.
Holding on to the hilt of his sword, he swung to the right, so that he land directly on top of the blade's length. Balancing himself there he stared up.
The shafts of light stabbing downward called out hope.
It was time to go to Heaven.
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