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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:25 pm
Making no attempt to stop she continued on through the forest, the club at his point indistinguishable as just light pollution in the distance.
"I'm not leading us anywhere. I'm just enjoying the night air. I give no providence for this fight. Had you wished to attack it would have made sense to do as such already. Though I suppose, it was my wish to gaze upon the pond located in the clearing here."
Dropping out of view the mage landed at the bottom of an embankment overlooking the vista of a sparkling body water a short distance away. Surrounding the oblong shaped body of water there stretched a expanse of land that lay dotted with only a stray tree here or there. It was clear that the entire area had not come about naturally but was likely created during another battle. None the less nature had done its best to reclaim what had been destroyed.
Brushing aside her emerald tresses, the mage knelt beside the water and splashed some the translucent liquid on her face.
"Do your worst..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:42 pm
"Do my worst? Why must it always come to fighting? I am evil, but killing isn't always on my mind, but if you are interested I haven't had a decent sparring partner in months, and the boy here is welcome to join in to if he wishes."
::The saiya-jin spoke softly and looked between the two of them. A two on one match might be a bit for him since he is out of practice, but it should prove useful to him if he does wish to better himself to achieve his ultimate goal.
He stood behind Pith his arms crossed over his chest as and his fists in balls as he looked around the area. It was open, so nothing to really get in the way of their fight. As she splashed her face with water he shifted his feet to get ready::
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:59 pm
Still crouched before the chilled water she had tested relative flow of mana by way of its temperature. The nerves in the face tended to be more sensitive than those in the hands, save for extremities. Such analysis gave a higher degree of knowledge as how to leech her mana through the particles and have it form the correct runes without having actually draw them.
Exploding forth a twisting column of writhing liquid, a 3 foot diameter, a torrent of water snake its way toward the Red haired Saiya-jin. The heavy flow and sheer size likened the water to having the concussive force strong enough to carve through a tree trunk. The opener was unorthodox even for her, but her mastery of mana flow allowed her to produce spells that would make even the greatest of elementalists blanch.
Furor would likely avoid the attack, but it provided enough of an awakening to get the fight underway. She was not about pulling punches today. Despite his wish for a sparring match, her displeasure of his presence fostered untold wrath.
"A strange way to ask for a spar..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:02 pm
<.0; ...it's been a hectic past few days.>>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:06 pm
((We shall be waiting for the fight to be getting underway. Have a nice night.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:19 pm
(Indeed Deity no rush, can't wait to get this party started lol)
::Clearly a very abrasive start to a match. The mage was smart he'd give her that much. Who knew splashing your face with water would lead to such and opener. Wasting no time Furor turned an ran a good distance away he slid to a stop in the dirt and turned around placing his hands in the air. He closed his red eyes and used his psychic powers to stop the rushing water "Snake".
"Well that is a new trick. . .Flashy, I like flashy."
Furor opened his eyes and used his mind to send the water back towards Epithany. He knew she had control over her own attack, but this could buy him sometime for a counter attack. Quickly using the time he had Furor raised up his energy level and did the necessary hand symbols to do the Dragon Flame No-Jutsu.
He took a deep breath and then breathed out heavily all the breath he took in was now a large wave of fire rushing from his lungs and trying to evaporate the water before she could send it back his way once again. The Red haired boy stood his ground his throat burning as he watched with anticipation::
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:40 pm
Innovation was clearly not one of Furor's new assertions to his greater strength. The water was but a tool to occupy him. Faster than he could blink a gloved hand breached the wall of steam he had obscured his vision with, and grasped his skull around his temples.
Applying pressure to the series pressure points about his skull he would soon find himself blacking out from the interruption of blood flow. Mind powers be damned without oxygen. Magic had its place, but technique was literally everything.
"My dear we are on totally different levels..."
The words would likely be the last he heard before he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:55 pm
::Feeling her hand on his head was a cost to pay for a quick careless mistake but it won't happen again. He closed his eyes thinking quickly before he slipped away into a deep unconsciousness. He used the strength he could muster and used his hands to grab her arm.
He held onto her arm tightly with his hands and then quickly fought with all his might to start lifting her hand off his head. He was slowly starting to slip out of consciousness his body starting to go limp, his legs like jell-o. He opened his eyes not about to give in easily.
In a last ditch effort Furor planted his feet with what her could and started to fight her off as best he could. There was no way this fight was going to be over before it started. With one last burst of energy he could get from his adrenaline rush he was entering he tried to push her off with a kiai. The invisible wave of energy should be enough to knock her back
He stood up straight after stumbling a few times. His vision was blurry, but he turned to face her not about to give in so easily::
"That was smart I'll give you that, but don't sell me short Epithany!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:46 pm
The the raw wave of force struck the mage staggering her back unexpectedly sending her roughly onto her bottom. Groaning she quickly answered back in kind. Seemingly waggling her fingers she thrust out her palms in a clam shape as if attempting through a Kameahmeha. Flaring into existence a series of runes drawn by each individual finger flared into existence and then vanished as soon as the had a appeared.
A wave of raw sound erupted from the space in front of her, the very air seeming to vibrate from the sonic spell. Though not particularly damaging on any fundamental level sloshed about anyone's inner ear fluid as to grip them in debilitating wave of nausea and weakened balance.
With this done she kicked up to her feet
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:43 pm
: biggrin amn crafty woman he thought to himself watching her use yet another spell after falling on her a**. Soon after he heard nothing but a loud annoying buzz in his ears sounding like a thousand bees found their way into his head to annoy him with senseless buzzing. He put his hands on his head covering his ears hoping it would help, but no no avail.
He stepped back slightly watching her get back up onto her feet. He lowered his ears and shook his head slightly trying to get his hearing back, but right now hearing wasn't needed. His vision was still a bit blurry from her last attack so instead of four of her there was only two. He got back into his stance once more::
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:03 am
Taliman Wesley Within moments they were over the desert. The wind they felt was hot in the rays of the sun still low on the horizon. It would probably be nightfall before the fight was over, but things weren't very cloudy on this day. The moon would help light the desert somewhat. Besides Taliman saw well enough in darkness and things would cool down quickly. Literally speaking of course. Figuratively, not as much.
"This is far enough," he said to Cado as he began to descend. "Land."
In unison the two of them arced sharply and flew down toward the planet. The Emperor rolled gracefully forward as he approached the earth, quickly slowing himself so as to merely hover over the ground before touching down lightly one foot at a time. Cado just tilted back to bring himself down feet first, then slammed into the stone below like a truck with no brakes. His barrel-like legs braced and cushioned his impact, and he showed no signs of discomfort as he stood up.
The chosen area was vast without any sign of life visible in any direction. The battleground had dry, cracked ground that was more stone than sand, and overall it was mostly flat. There were a few large rock formations visible but none were nearby at the moment. So much room to move it was a joy to behold.
The air was burning, parched, stagnant. Not even a breath of wind now as the Orinian lord looked to the sky, one hand resting on his demon blade, in wait for his brother. The sword was quite literally humming in ravenous anticipation of this event. A palpable sense of vile hunger was emanating from the weapon as Tybron closed in.
Cado seemed oblivious to that dreadful feeling as he turned to face the gathering crowd, Tali issuing his orders for the evening.
"You're to keep a vigil Cado," the little overlord said. "If any of them try to help Tybron, stop them."
Cado nodded.
"If any of them try to interfere with intent to harm me, do not hesitate to kill them. Do you understand?"
Cado nodded. Time for him was slow as he kept pace with Jade and Keno and seemingly ignored all others but it was only a temporarily solution until his tracking sense told him otherwise. As soon as his senses kicked in he was locked on Tali’s location. His tap into people’s emotional wavelengths gave him good locations on people, each person was different and how they expressed their feelings was like a beacon or a tracking device to Sama. The big guy was even easier to track and so with that he would cross planes.
To the perspective of Jade and Keno they would sense the massive spike of energy, like a power plant going nuclear as the ripping of space would heat the air to the point that in a ten foot diameter around where Sama had been running would suddenly rip apart into tiny little fragments. Trees and dirt became vaporized as the intense spike would ripple across the distance and even force anyone who was flying off their flight pattern unless they stabilized themselves. Anyone with in a 100 mile distance would feel the spike and know that whoever made it was a dark man. The energy had an evil feel too it, the feel of…death. The ground quaked in a ripple effect as well as the foul energy ripped across the planes to send its master to his designated location.
To Sama it was a normal crossing as his moved through space like wind through the trees. The world around him would fall away for a brief second but that second would stretch a millennium. His eyes watching as lighting ripped around him, crackling slowly like water dripping off a faucet. Everything so fast and yet sooooooo slooowwwww……
Heat hit him like a tidal wave as the world rose around him and the darkness faded away. In the blink of an eye he was amongst sand and heat and as the final clouds of energy shifted around him his eyes fell upon two figures, one small…the other big….
To Tali and Cado they would feel a massive spike of energy without warning! No lighting or explosions but the air would increase in temperature by 200 degrees for a brief second. The winds picked up in a gust to send sand everywhere and from the debris a dark ball formed and like a light switch turning on bam, there was Samayou. The evil energy dripping off his body like muck as he appeared about 10 or 15 meters from them. His eyes narrowing at the sight of them as he stood like he had just walked out of a shower with his clothing looking wet and covered in some sort of slime. It was only an energy discharge from the crossing but as it dripped to the sand below it burned through it like acid. The two massive spikes of energy where almost instant to one another but only to the trained sense could they be told apart. His crossing would also act like a beacon to all others who wished to come see the fight, after all how did one miss such an intense spike.
{{Admit it Keno…that was cool.^^}}
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:47 am
From the moment she was back on her feet, the mage was upon her target. Opening she snapped an open palmed strike to the bridge of his nose from her right. Whether or not she struck with her initial blow, her left arm was already arching a hay-maker into his midsection seconds later.
"Execution is everything...never forget that"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:17 pm
< pirate >>
The sound of bile spilling in the snow broke Kenta's silence as he heaved up what little he had in his stomach. Chris would not like that one bit. Thank goodness she was still inside. Doubled over, left arm supporting him against one of any number of trees, he was breathing hard, like anyone else would after vomiting. He had enough sense to give two fighters a wide berth, but he hadn't moved fast enough to avoid the sound spell Miss Pith had cast. Fortunately he didn't take it at full force, or head on, but the damage was done and his ears, large as they were, still rang heavily, pressed as flat to his head as they ever could be. Because of that, he was missing a great deal of the actual fight because the nausea had occupied for a length rather than just having an immediate effect on him. The discomfort did not abate though and even though the worst was over, he still felt pretty bad. He counted himself lucky for being reduced to such a state by Miss Pith, who from what he could tell was dominating the fight so far, because trash talk lost its flair otherwise. By now, Furor was probably feeling like a bit of a fool, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Like he was the only one capable of getting stronger...
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:47 pm
::The former demon hunter was on his crescent cycle, a rugged brown leather jacket flapping about over a white tanktop. Simple slim jeans that matched his jacket framed his legs and led to black sneakers that looked like they needed a bath. Under the flailing jacket was his shoulder holsters, holding both of his handguns. Whether they would be seeing any action on this night was questionable, but he had them on his person most any given time. Unlike many of his ancestor's friends, he didn't have the ability to spontaneously summon weaponry from thin air.
Indeed, Angel didn't need to hear Jade's voice to know she was there. As he hunched down under the windscreen of his bike, his spiky brown hair still couldn't help but flutter wildly in the high wind as he glanced over at her. A swerve here, a jump there - he was clearly a skilled driver to avoid even the slightest obstacles along this relatively great distance, but he was going as fast as the bike would let him. He'd take his shuttle - speedy enough to beat all of the other warriors to their destination - but it needed to be refueled. Aside from that, Angel didn't have it on him when he felt the tyrant of Orion appear.
He nodded deeply as she brought him up to speed, so to speak. His intention was to return to Club Orion to assess the situation, but when Taliman and Cado began to move South he thought it best to keep an eye on them. Trouble often followed the emperor around. Angellus' response was more of a yell, to overpower the sound of the air rushing past them.::
I thought as much...I'll catch up.
::He smiled then with a laugh at her last comment, purposefully twisting his gloved hand backward to rev the engine of his bike. Enrolling in a few flying lessons surely wouldn't do him any harm. As she began to move away he shouted out finally.::
Good luck!
::With that the Saiya-jin girl had risen higher and out of earshot, and in a matter of moments she and the others had pulled far ahead. He wasn't quite sure what the "good luck" was for - was it for her, her hopes for the fight, or for Deity? The slayer honestly couldn't be certain himself, he just found that it was what he wanted to say. He likely wouldn't have any chances to speak with his former quarry before the battle was complete. The pointy-eared Orinian kept an eye on everyone as they passed as long as he could, then only focused on joining them. He had a feeling about this duel that he couldn't shake . . .
. . . but that didn't stop him as he trailed just behind his brother. They were soaring over a desert now and had been for a couple seconds. Just as the thought hit him, why haven't we stopped yet, Taliman stopped so abruptly that he seemed to just vanish. Deity screeched to a halt himself so to speak, looking down and behind him to see the little man in red and his mammoth counterpart landing together. Okay, nevermind.
Taking the cue, the lanky Orinian ended his flight and began a freefall, flipping gradually forward to land in a crouch, shrouded by the lengthy coattails of his trenchcoat. Sure is dusty here, he thought as he glanced about the terrain. But it's tough enough to survive a fight. He stood to his feet and turned around to face his brother, who was several dozen meters away. He began the long walk over with his arms swaying in time with his stride, for once his hands being allowed freedom from his pockets and a little air to breathe.
Samayou appeared then simultaneously with a pair of energy spikes stretching across a great distance; it was somewhat reminiscent of Deity's Shunkido, albeit slower. The man of black seemed to be bathed in a thick goo - which was far from reminiscent of the instantaneous movement technique - as if he'd just been dipped in a vat of baby snot. Uhm, yuck. It evoked a rather obvious cringe on the quiet boy's face, his rhythm of pace slowing a little as he examined the weirdness of the situation.
He shook the distraction from his head thankfully and returned his dull red eyes to his waiting brother, who kept his two best friends at his side. His other friend - the one he called general - wasn't here yet. Deity figured it was "yet", as he doubted Caine would want to miss this. Despite having no love to lose for his sister's boyfriend, Caine surely wanted to see what his master could do at full tilt. It could be argued that this was a rarity - Tali usually let others do his fighting for him.
The tall boy stopped a couple yards away from the duo before him, silently eyeing Shinorei. He wasn't exactly sure what it was doing there - did Taliman intend to use it? Deity highly doubted that such measures were necessary; if he wanted Deity to be as dead as virtually possible all he'd need was himself and Cado. Even the mighty Jagan - who had easily beaten Deity to within an inch of his life - had fallen before that blade.
He spoke up after a few seconds on an entirely different train of thought, glancing up as the others came into view in the distance. Jade was lagging behind, for some reason.::
Deity appreciates the exodus...it's unlike you to think of others.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:54 pm
They had been flying for quite some time. Over oceans, plains, and now over a parched strip of desert as far as the eye could see. This new notion of heat and dry air was almost enough to cause the nameless boy to break out in a sweat. Even breathing here he could feel the parched warmth inside his lungs. This would be where the battle would take place. Desolate. Aside from the nearby spectators, there would be no immediate danger to anyone accidentally getting in between the two brothers. His naturally messy silver hair was waving about his head frantically in the wind, his long coat flapping obnoxiously behind him.
There were now quite a few others behind him. The fight was slowly grabbing the attention of a small group. He closed his eyes, sensing at least four behind him, all heading the same direction he was. However, he quickly gathered that the two leading the pack were descending. Soon another presence, one the fallen star recognized as the large black beastly looking man, appeared as if from an orb of dark energy. A devil, no doubt in the young man's mind. The quiet tall boy started heading down, and he took that as a sign that the fight would be starting soon. Somehow he got the feeling that the forecast was going to be messy with a chance of explosions. Staying a good distance in the air felt safer to him. Arching his back, he slowly curved upwards, heading for the heavens before releasing the energy he had been using to fly. He drifted upwards for a few fleeting moments before gravity took hold on him. He began sinking through the air like a rock in water. He tumbled gracefully somehow, turning himself around midair to face the ground that seemed to be getting closer and closer.
His body halted in midair. It looked as though he was laying on his belly on some kind of invisible surface in the sky. Arms folded across his chest, silver hair framing the outline of his face, deep blue eyes directly on the brothers, he would lay in waiting. Watching. Learning.
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