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The aged man moves into a spin, left arm swinging up out of the wayy as he falls to his right, allowing the blade to deflect off his armor in a flurry of dust. His spin acellerated as the right arm swings back around, quickly coming up to smash into Deity's knee from the right and slightly behind. The left swings down, though with less speed and force, in an attempt to crush Deity's leg between the two maces. Should he miss the two would connect and produce a blast of electricity and pure kinetic force outward from Tacitus in the general direction in front of him.

A flare of emerald light errupts from the surface of the armor as the kiai strikes it with incredible force. Shards of green glass fly in either direction in the moment before a plume of dust rises from the armor. The old man is thrown back, each of the two maces still gripped tightly in his hands as the energy suddenly disperses. The old man slows to a stop, each arm going wide as he slows before coming together to connect the maces at full force. Tacitus is lost in a cloud of dust for a moment as the two react to one another, a furious pulse of kinetic force, electricity, and unstable temporal energy expanding up towards Deity in a wavelike manner. Its not the electricity or the kinetic force behind the pulse that would be dangerous, but the unstable release of temporal energy that holds the true threat. Riding along the currents of electricity the orange arcs will simply erase organics, both through extreme aging and reversal of time. There wasn't nearly enough to erase Deity as a whole, but enough to ensure that if the high-velocity wave hit it would not be pleasant.

Even as the maces begin to part the old man is pulling himself back into a running position, rushing towards his foe. Each of the two maces did not seem to be held tightly in his hands, instead spinning furiously about his clenched fists. Even though there seemed to be no true tether, they were linked to the Judicator armor through a combination of a form of magnetism and the enchantments shifted into them from the two over sized firearms. With each step a curtain of orange light fell from the Overseer, fading into nothingness as Deity's aura began to grow brighter against his own personal will. Regardless of any change in positioning a five sided box would grow around him, just out of reach, sealing him in from all but the front. There would be no running, though Tacitus didn't expect the man to flee, only a delightfully squishy cage match. Even as Tacitus closed on Deity the two maces would kick into high gear, slicing through the air like saw blades with the intent of shredding his torso.

The force of impact of the maces coming in contact with the barrier sends out a shockwave that leaves a simulated vacuum around Tacitus for a moment. Streams of sand can be seen floating lazily around him, his hands opening to take them back in hand and slide them out and around the shield, swinging down on either side of him. Even as the air begins to flood back around him he seems to set himself, crouching slightly to provide a brace against the blast. The two maces cross directly in the path of the assault, metal spars spanning joints of his armor with furious surges of electrical energy. In all, when the attack strikes his maces he will be mostly as a stature, weathering the storm. If the blast does not result in an explosion Tacitus would try to angle his body such that he might be able to allow the blast to deflect off for the most part. If the blast detonates into a grand explosion around him he'd be found kneeling on his curtain of air, strips of armor missing down his arms with wild surges of electricity dancing between the gaps. Either way, the glow around his maces would be gone for the moment, scars down the length of each as the same wild surges dance off in all directions. Had the man any sense he would have tried to avoid the blast, but it seemed as though he had a greater plan that involved keeping Deity in one spot for longer than a few brief moments.

If anything, Deity's cage seems to shrink as he moves, though only in the slightest as a cloud of dust suddenly expands from the elderly man. The metal spars across his armor that had braced him against the assault seemed to have vanished, gone with the wind. He barely had time to take a single breath before his arm jerks violently, perpendicular to how it had been positioned. The energy blade would slash across the strips of armor, searing flesh just beyond as furious arcs of lightning protest the blade's passage. He makes a mental note to increase the defensive capabilities of the arms at a later date. He stumbles backwards and shakes his head, dust trailing from his form as the box is completed without any glorious fanfare.

His voice slides from within the armor distorted and gurgling as if he's got blood in the lungs, "Look, I'm too old for this and I'm missing a torso. I do hope you don't take any offense or think any less of me by my attempt to take the easy way out." Deity would notice that his cage was a very piss-poor cage, as now that it was completed he could move through the walls, he'd just be five feet too far when he moved through them. Granted, he'd be able to do fun attacks and stuff, but if his whole body moved through a portal, he'd have technically been teleported five feet and about a half second in whatever direction he passed through.

Taking a moment to breathe his helmet splits in half to reveal a bloodied face caked with dust, though the old man's face holds no malice. As Deity's blade passes through the wall it vanishes, reappearing five feet beyond the wall approximately a half second after Deity inserted it into his end. His armor slowly began to regenerate itself as he glanced to Deity again, "So, how are we going to finish this? Am I going to have to shoot you a couple dozen times while you rain death on me from in the cage or can you just give up so I can go home and find a new torso?"

((Simply, no.))

((Directing limbs or attacks through portals is allowed by the rules of the tournament. (So are teleporting bullets, but thats beside the point). The only thing that is banned is the fighter teleporting or entirely leaving the fighting area. In this case only small sections would leave unless someone passed entirely through a portal, thereby removing him from existence for one half of one second while they traveled forward in time and space, effectively also teleporting the combatant.))

((Deity can still move, breathe, defend, and attack, so long as he doesn't leave the box. It is still highly likely Deity could nuke Tac down from inside that box, but keeping him in his willful prison gives Tac the opportunity to...you know...not die. If he utilizes the portals to relocate his entire body, well then thats entirely up to him and you can DQ all you like.))

((No, see, you ignored half of what I said. Teleporting yourself DQs yourself, Teleporting someone else against their will DQs them in the same manner as a TKO. I'm doing this set on a precident set in Gelmax vs Dyne Tazon (IIRC) where Gelmax planeshifted everything but himself and a patch of ground, thereby teleporting his opponent. After a long debate that was OKed by Clash. Furthermore, the instance of using portals (so long as no more than a limb of the fighter passed through) was also previous discussed, used, and given the OK.))

((Besides, like I've said at least half a dozen times, Deity can still kamehameha a b***h or whatever if he wants to. This is no different than me errecting a solid cage, except that this one he can attack out of easier. It also is a helluvalot less complicated than a solid cage (well, Tac's cages anyway) in terms of in-game mechanics, but thats beside the point.))