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"Yes"! Noctis said surprised not knowing he was there, "I have heard of this place and of you so i came to find you. I need a place were i can fit in and not be an outcast.

"Yes",Noctis said without knowing what jest came out of his mouth without thinking. "General Monevorix what do i have to do"? Noctis asked.

Abyss floated, suspended above the barren crater that was once a peaceful forest. Although Nathan may have survived, it was unlikely he was even remotely unscathed. The dust settled, an eerie quiet ruling over the barren land. However, this was merely another wraith of Abyss, and he had used what was left in the now dying duplicate body of Nathan. With a flash of dark purple light, the abysmal energy vanished from second Nathan's body.

Nathan's double's skin turned white, barely a spark of life left in him. falling to the ground he saw his double, knowing what to do, he crawled with all his might.

"Get up... you're stronger than this..."

The double finally reached his other half, his life force almost gone.

"I know you'll keep them safe... We'll keep them safe..."

he breathed his last, his hand reaching out as he finally grasped the hand of his duplicate.

A red light shined, more brilliant and grand in magnitude than that of the attack Abyss had recently unleashed, a beautiful shrill sound sliced through the sky, then it receded back to Nathan... To form this...


"I am fire... I am brute force... I am Gilgamesh..."

((How its worn))

Noctis did as instructed him to and followed up into the air with one flap of his dark blue wings. 'Noctis wasn't sure if he wanted to go with Jeohin but he went with him anyway.'

"What is going on sir?" Noctis wondered as they flew.

{{ Yeah, how was I supposed to block a 30 meter blast? Well it's a last resort trick that he can only do once. I don't know...just let me know what you think...it walks a fine line between god-hood and plausible. XD As if anything we're doing is plausible...but still, it's a cross between his dark chi/energy absorption abilities.}}

Kells--or an astral projection of Kells--floated cross-legged in a dark and eerily silent limbo of his own making. Well, that solved it; he couldn't absorb the chaos energy. It had effectively broken his physical body down to molecular level. The only thing that had saved him was that damn suit since it had taken 90% of the blast. His grandfather had warned him about this guy and about the technique he was about to employ to effectively "resurrect" himself. He'd have to return home to have his mother make him a new body.

No time to really think about it, he had to return to the fight so that the guy wouldn't think he'd won. He slowly began to collect all the stray fragments of energy leftover from the blast. When he had shaped himself a suitable "body"--as tangible as a stream of sunlight, bright yellow and as restless as a brushfire--he reached out to tear a hole between his personal limbo and the real world. It was like digging out of a grave, blindfolded.

Out in the semi-sunlight and under the ominous umbrella of his opponent's magic-blocking barrier, Kells had to concentrate on keeping his new pure energy body together. It stretched and flickered like a distorted television picture. Thus far, he hadn't really hurt the guy and he was a little disturbed that it had come to this last resort already. Over what? Some rivalry he wasn't even apart of?

"Alright," he said, and the word came out a double-voiced echo. He had one last tactic: super-sized Kells. He stopped trying to control his body; it wanted to expand and he let it. Letting the sunlight and the energies he could absorb feed it, he grew. And grew. And grew again, until he was almost four stories tall, looking down at his now puny opponent, still a flickering personification of greased lightning. If he had teeth, a smile would have split up his face from ear to ear. He let out a raging, primal, double echo howl: there wasn't a lot of sunlight to take advantage of. But this would do. He swung a massive arm at the man. With nothing physical like muscles to slow him down, it was a very fast and heavy swing.

Isen wrapped the nebula mist around him as he vanished reappearing to step lightly down into the center of the crater where a large portion of the forest had once been. As he stepped foot down onto the ground he was ripped through space violently into the realm of the tournament.

He left a sword in the ground a short sword like a miniature buster sword. It would take the shape of the weapon most suited to the one who wielded it. This was perhaps Isen's last action in this realm.

And with one last disruptive burst of power that would leave the bottom of the crater covered in molten black liquid like the substance of the material the sword was made from.

((The sword is up for grabs who ever gets it good or evil pm me and ill tell you what it does.))

((chh you missed it anyway im leaving the power of the nebula mist behind because i plan on leaving the guild as soon as the tournament is over ))

((shrugs im tired of trying to get involved in this rp and getting ignored so when the tournament is over its cianara))