Welcome to Gaia! ::

Mesa nodded affirmatively, he had indeed been a forminable opponent, first real competition he'd face since entering the tournament. The table was set now and Yusuke had done exactly what he'd hoped, sticking with his patented approach of not firing projectiles but charging straight forward. His countering abilities were the best he'd seen yet, when it came to versatility, creativity, and effectiveness. It was only a shame, that if Mesa had his way he wouldnt survive this.

The instant he entered the sphere of influence, it was clear to Mesa that he'd misread its purpose entirely. It was not just a simple shield, nor a deterrent of energy attacks. It was his perception extended forth from his mind, within which his will was basically absolute. To Mesa, Yusuke was crawling towards him, temporal manipulations visually at first would be realized as his will and thus be done. Immediately all particles and molecules within the area Yusuke occupied at first entrance would sieze up about him slowing to an almost absolute stand still. This was a subtle change with no precursors nor hints, energy transferences nor visible indications of it before it took place. Yusuke would find him immediate body temporally frozen in his current position.

Mesa smiled confidently as these events would come to pass, the energy in his hand would suddenly be released as he opened his grip. In one all encompassing instant the energy would be on Yusuke's frozen form, it should fully envelope his form and obliterate it on all levels of existence from the prime material plane. The thick crimson beam should be the last thing Yusuke sees before he is his body is overcome by a unearthly amount of corrosive energy which was thickly layered and condensed. Thus when it would reach him the first reaction would be a vast explosion forward which should blast the cinders of his would-be ash form out of the sphere and back into undialated time to fall to the ground.

Mesa clasped his index and middle finger together and made a cross like streak within the sphere. The energy had already began to slow and was now crawling towards him. The cross figure he'd traced moved forth in the form of a black line, material space, sharpened through the harmony of psionic synapses to slice through the blast coming for him. It was cut into four quaters, the symetry binding the 4 pieces now broken they'd slowly drift apart and by the time they'd actually reached him they would pass harmlessly about 3 ft away from him on all sides.

Mesa was now rather frustrated, this had been a real battle today. His opponent more resiliant and persistant than any he'd ever encountered. To survive a Ga-Ki blast to the face, and still be able to somehow launch a countering attack. His facial expression would mimic his confusion, though within the sphere Yusuke would be hard pressed to actually land an attack, it seemed as though he couldnt really harm Yusuke. Puzzled he contemplated what exactly he'd do next.

His anger drove him further within this form, it would change though his energy level would increase drastically. Arms out on either side and bent, head upwards he'd cry out, energy seemingly radiating from his form. The sphere would expand outwards about 10ft on all sides, finally the bottom would touch the ground. With a sudden ferocity the sphere began to rotate about him rather heavily. The energy kicking up debris and dust from the ground and swirling it about. Where it touched the ground a large crater was forming in the center of the arena floor. Black electricity surged within and throughout the exterior of the sphere lashing out in all directions. Should it touch Yusuke it wouldnt be all that harmful, a slight tingle similiar to low grade electrical shock but nothing more. Standing in the midst of the sphere, Mesa began to draw forth energy, swirls of black material would be drawn seemingly from the outside of the sphere and gathering about both hands.

Mesa's eyes would barely flicker, the lines traced which originally seperated the pieces had cupped them, this was how he was able to direct them away from him. Having cupped the inside pieces the blasts would all be outwards into the sphere, it wouldnt cause any fluctuations in its harmony however. The energy exuded in the blast would be absorbed and converted into this particular technique. The blackness about his hands seemed mist form at first but as ga-ki cycled throughout it it took on a solid form, sort of like coils or tendrils. They seemed opaque and to be emanating entropic waves, his Majin form is adapted to handle this energy. For when purely charged and drawn, this is pure negative energy, or death.

Mesa would note the sudden changes, the color of the orb about him began to distort slightly. A long sleek black tendril would extend forth from his right hand, pure negative energy, upon touching one of the spots forming from the reaction to the demon energy it would expell from the orb. He would do the same with all four, each as though they'd come to life and run from the death energy. One that didnt quite move fast enough and was touched seemed to disharmonize completely and disappate into nothingness. The accelerated entropic state imposed upon anything touched by said energy, would do the same or a similiar reaction would happen.

Mesa would now turn to face Yusuke directly. Opening both palms forward, hundreds of tendrils, no wider than pencils would streak forward at Yusuke. Some would rise into the air while others would lower and move to either side taking the form of a large swarm coming from all sides.

Mesa was already aware of the events taking place, thought speed or not this was his perception. The orb was not a physical barrier but a visual marker of his perception extended forth. The explosion would appear to be in slow motion and then suddenly stop completely about 5 ft from him. Shrinking back in upon itself it would simply disappear, without a trace or sound. Mental acknowledgement of the explosion was not necessary, therefore reaction time was non existent. His will be done within the sphere would remain prevalent as long as he controlled it and his mind. As a result reality within the sphere was his to meld and shape as he saw fit, and since no bit of the explosion reached out of the orb, all realities within this line would remain congruent to the fact that the spatial collapse, and explosions from it never existed.

Mesa found himself a bit amazed as every single tendril of pure death energy, or absolute negative, would connect with Yusuke's seemingly awestruck form. Inflicting upon him extremely accelerated entropic cycle which in almost an instant his body would entirely decompose, rot, and fall to ash.

(( Again I'm asked to look at this. Again I see the same thing, and I only have one thing to really say.

"Will you two homies PLEASE stop with the 'my energy trumps your energy' bullshit?" stressed

Mesa: If trying to absorb his energy doesn't work the first four times, why do you keep trying?

Yuusuke: It's a sad state when fights get down to posts like you made this morning. "I don't even move. I just clarify how ******** you are."

Mesa: Your posts look, half the time, like you're trying to say absolutely nothing with fitty words. Don't be an Ertai, say what you're doing in a clear way that won't confuse the fugg out of people.

Yuusuke: ...I really wish I had something angry to say on your end. So I'll suffice with something like "why you always gotta collapse the universe on us?"


S'rsly people... It's not a fight. It's not a fireball fight. It's fireballs having a ghey counterfest. ))

Time up.

Yusuke wins and advances.