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 Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:40 am
Nightsnow The music stopped. The man replaces his flute back into his pocket before looking at the beast.
Simple glance? Dangerous at close range, and most likely adapt at long range too.
He quirked an eyebrow, unsheathing his custom built katana from the left side, and grabbing three needles from his hip-line, holding it with his left. He twirled the blade lazily around his right wrist.
His appearance was of a simple black cloaked stranger, with the hood covering his face and the cloak flapping along the wind behind his position. Only a few measly feet away from the fiend named Cruxis, Snow was observing his opponent for today before making a move.
"Ready?" He murmured, icy trails of dust now materializing as well as forming a minor swirl around his left side. Wraith absorbed all the knowlage into his mind, keeping it for later use. He didn't really understand what the person asked, but he felt the sound waves vibrate in the air and just growled, before suddenly leaping at him, the ooze making up his body shooting forward at his opponet's arms and wrists, as he lept, claws outstreached, at Snow.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:46 am
Fasumbra Langardo Wraith absorbed all the knowlage into his mind, keeping it for later use. He didn't really understand what the person asked, but he felt the sound waves vibrate in the air and just growled, before suddenly leaping at him, the ooze making up his body shooting forward at his opponet's arms and wrists, as he lept, claws outstreached, at Snow.
He'll observe, and attack when required.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 9:00 am
Nightsnow Fasumbra Langardo Wraith absorbed all the knowlage into his mind, keeping it for later use. He didn't really understand what the person asked, but he felt the sound waves vibrate in the air and just growled, before suddenly leaping at him, the ooze making up his body shooting forward at his opponet's arms and wrists, as he lept, claws outstreached, at Snow.
He'll observe, and attack when required.Wraith gave no reaction as the needle struck him, and landed, rolling as he did, ending up right beside Snow before swipeing his left clawed hand at Snow, coming in from Snow's right side. As Wraith was rolling, the needle had sunk into the silver ooze. After the swipe had passed, wraith's shoulder was pointing at Snow. Suddenly, Snow's own needle suddenly shot out of Wraith's shoulder and rocketed at Snow, the close range making it nearly inmpossible to dodge along with the speed of the strike. Not to mention Snow wouldn't expect the attack. While all this was happening, ooze snaked it's way to the ground on Snow's left side, while Wraith had swiped from the right side. This would be rather tough to dodge.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 9:16 am
Tch. Just as Snow suspected. There is something fishy about Wraith's body, and for the fact that the needle didn't do anything at all, he is, however, a little irritated.
What happened to the usual norms of fighting, instead of those rascals that use armor, magic and composition as an excuse in fights? Sheesh. Hand to hand combat is dying out these days....
But back to the topic. With the blade already out in preparation, to avert the upcoming swipe, Snow jabbed the blade down onto the ground on his right, using the lethal edge of the blade as a buffer to block Wraith's scary claws.
As for the needle....
Since it's already in Wraith now...
Does Wraith really expect that Snow would just use normal, almost useless weapons in advance, if he didn't have a plan?
The needle is rigged, and Wraith is about to find out what they're rigged with. To activate the surprise, Snow merely had to clench his left hand slightly and mutter a word - in which he did - as the needle that was locked inside Wraith suddenly exploded into ice, freezing the interior contents of the opponent's body.
The effect isn't large, but the effected area was nonetheless around the radius of a normal full grown man's torso. Coming into contact with the needles isn't exactly a good idea for Wraith, because each needle has different capabilities within it, able to be changed by just a simple command muttered from Snow's lips.
But that would be near the timing of the swipe, since it seemed to be a good time to observe what happens to Wraith's strange body composition...
But to expect the endless possibilities of expectations, Snow knelt slightly as if going to jump immediately if all goes according to plan...
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 9:34 am
Nightsnow Tch. Just as Snow suspected. There is something fishy about Wraith's body, and for the fact that the needle didn't do anything at all, he is, however, a little irritated.
What happened to the usual norms of fighting, instead of those rascals that use armor, magic and composition as an excuse in fights? Sheesh. Hand to hand combat is dying out these days....
But back to the topic. With the blade already out in preparation, to avert the upcoming swipe, Snow jabbed the blade down onto the ground on his right, using the lethal edge of the blade as a buffer to block Wraith's scary claws.
As for the needle....
Since it's already in Wraith now...
Does Wraith really expect that Snow would just use normal, almost useless weapons in advance, if he didn't have a plan?
The needle is rigged, and Wraith is about to find out what they're rigged with. To activate the surprise, Snow merely had to clench his left hand slightly and mutter a word - in which he did - as the needle that was locked inside Wraith suddenly exploded into ice, freezing the interior contents of the opponent's body.
The effect isn't large, but the effected area was nonetheless around the radius of a normal full grown man's torso. Coming into contact with the needles isn't exactly a good idea for Wraith, because each needle has different capabilities within it, able to be changed by just a simple command muttered from Snow's lips.
But that would be near the timing of the swipe, since it seemed to be a good time to observe what happens to Wraith's strange body composition...
But to expect the endless possibilities of expectations, Snow knelt slightly as if going to jump immediately if all goes according to plan... Since wraith was expecting to release the dart as soon or IF his attack missed, it was based more on time than it was the act of the slash being completed. The dart would instead shoot out as soon as it made contact with the blade, which was even sooner than it was before. The dart would shoot out of his arm and rocket toward Snow still, as planned, excpet a little sooner. Then, as Snow would clench his hand, still thinking it was inside Wraith, it would explode into ice on Snow, instead of Wraith. The attack might freeze wraith a little, but it was nothing really. his arm and claws suddenly turned into the ooze instead of being claws, and surged up his blade, trying to go up his arm. How entertaining. All this of course would prevent him from leaping away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 9:50 am
Fasumbra Langardo Since wraith was expecting to release the dart as soon or IF his attack missed, it was based more on time than it was the act of the slash being completed. The dart would instead shoot out as soon as it made contact with the blade, which was even sooner than it was before. The dart would shoot out of his arm and rocket toward Snow still, as planned, excpet a little sooner. Then, as Snow would clench his hand, still thinking it was inside Wraith, it would explode into ice on Snow, instead of Wraith. The attack might freeze wraith a little, but it was nothing really. his arm and claws suddenly turned into the ooze instead of being claws, and surged up his blade, trying to go up his arm. How entertaining. All this of course would prevent him from leaping away.
Pfft. Yeah right.
Already in a knelt position, all Snow needed to do about the wayward needle was to interrupt his own words, and the effects wouldn't even appear. And in both an effort to dodge Wraith's body as well as his own needle, he leaped backwards in a flash, using his own blade as a fulcrum to levy and angle his force and spinal cord back. It allowed Snow the possibility to dodge Wraith's grasp, and also allowed Snow some precious seconds to yank the impaled needle out from his cloak, since its damage is strongly limited to a confined extent. A good advantage of a needle, and also a bad advantage in attacks...
But not to miss any openings, Snow threw the needles - in conjunction to the two on his left grasp - again at Wraith's oozing body during flight, this time rigging the device to come into contact with the opponent before it freezes the body into an icicle....if successful. Since Wraith would not have seen the potential hidden on the projectiles, he wouldn't even have known the damaging factors, since Snow would have merely halted the process before Wraith would realize its dangerous property....
And while all of that is happening, Snow lands a few meters away from Wraith, this time unsheathing needles from the back of his hip-lines, four on each hand. Small, tiny and almost impossible to see, Snow prepped himself for long range combat....
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 9:36 pm
Milky traveled like a ghost through the walls of the arena, mist seeping off his body like steam would from boiling water in a pan. Milky's feet touched ground, the soft sand parting and forming under his shoes a footprint. Milky like always wore his usual green three-piece suit, wearing a green top hat, his shoes black and shiny with little buckles on them. Milky only stood about a foot tall, but by all means he wasn't defenseless. Milky had his hands within his pockets, moving his fingers around within his pockets, Ertai he knew, had no idea what terrors he was about to face.
Milky didn't stand in the center of the arena like most but maybe ten feet away from the wall of the arena, his head was lowered, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his face. Within the shadow was his malicious grin, then grin of death, Milky would certainly burry this man or being, whatever he was, or she, Ertai claiming he was a God, well Gods have no Sex, which implies that they have no balls or d**k, poor Milky, he wouldn’t have the pleasure of ripping Ertai’s off and handing them to him. Milky stood silently, with his malicious grin, awaiting Ertai with his spectacular entrance.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 12:39 pm
Silence. There was only silence. Spectators who had heard about the fight were impatient, as were most humans. Pathetic creatures of meat and bone. Their arrogance was unmatched; and every other species believed them to be a disease on the galaxy.
Bellapharus hoped his opponent was human. That would give him the most pleasure in the kill. Sadly, there would be no hunt for this kill; only a fight in the most straight forward sense. But there would be fun in this fight. Much fun.
A long sand-colored cloak enclosed the body of Bellapharus, its hood flipped down. This left the fighter's head exposed in a sense. Not in the sense that it was unprotected. No, far from that. His entire head was encased in a form-fitting mask connecting to a flexible material surrounding his neck.
The mask was grey, and menacing. A slit in the helmet, revealing two glowing green eyes, was the only area of no obvious protection. A weakpoint? No. Transparent glasteel, stab-proof in every sense, and able to withstand a bullet, protected the wearer's vision. Very faint outlines of a HUD was apparent in the helmet if one stared hard enough.
No one ever had the chance.
Bellapharus's right arm, protected by a new, experimental type of auto-reactive fibrosis with centimeter and a half thick tritanium of the same experiment evident on the suit, twisted backwards, the hand turning one hundred and eighty degrees so that he could grasp the hilt of his only weapon. It was the only thing he needed for this battle.
And he waited. Waited for his opponent. Waited for his enemy to arrive.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 7:28 pm
The Monolith
Darkness would tumble forward from the arena as the towering iron gates would clank softly as they started to open. Looming images of shadows cast into shadows would show as the sand that the darkness touched would become black, and looked to be covered in ash. This ash like substance had a chilling effect upon the temperature and would cause the ground below, the loose fitting sand to become as one entity, one slick sheet of darkness. Reflections of the sky above would show the brewing storm, the smoldering humid winds and the soon to come chilling cold. The darkness would roll up the sides of the arena, the walls, the gates, would all start to be coated in this black cold ash, the very surface would become smooth like ice, but un-daunting like the darkness.
The sky above would start to shift as the once fading light would vanish, darkness was so becoming of this day.
A soft tapping noise would come echoing forward as a figure would be seen coming from the vast open area where the ash covered gates were, this figure would be the man that the tiny leprechaun would be looking for. This man was wrapped in dark fabrics, royal fabrics, and formal fabrics. His suit would etch up in a jet black fabric, gold trim around the inside lining of the coat and the outside of the buttons. His shoulders were broad and built, like a soldier, like a machine. He stood six feet four inches and weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds; each ounce of him was pure solid muscle. His hands were masked with the same black fabric; the insides of his fingers had small metal slivers, same as his finger tips. One could see the ring upon his index finger which shown his family crest, the seal of Vexic.
As he stood before the tiny being, he would start to laugh, the first audible sound which would trigger the ending of such a tiny being.
Finished
As the very first etching of his voice would expand forward, his conscious mind would start to connect the dots. In the time for which the ash would become, before the entering of the tiny being for which he wound fight. Ertai’s influence was known, like one reading a book, watching a movie or even listening to someone’s description, he would know the area for which he would fight, thus give him an advanced foresight of the situation to come. His composition of entities from the constant consumption of energies and other souls or minds, he would have a constant flow of thoughts, constantly calculating the area around him, the knowledge in his mind, twisting and throwing the thoughts inside of his head around in a maelstrom of sinister thoughts and ways to go about gaining what he wished. Thus with this constant expansion going on as the conscious mind would be displaying physical thoughts and emotions like much of the people of this world, his back hand minds would be overlaying the area before them, gaining the ropes per say on the arena they were in.
His constant being outside of his own self created world was greatly limited because of the lack of total control he could distribute , but here he would show a degree of total manipulation of every aspect before his very being, the manipulation of a being on a cellular level, the destruction of life with out destroying the very essence of it in itself. He would show how this little mythical being of a far away land was nothing more than an ego, a mouth and reality.
They very fabric of this tiny man’s existence would be mapped out by the constant and endless flow of entities pouring from outside planes of existence where his mind acted like a factory, manipulating the quintessence and aether in such a way where he could create a single plane of existence in a carbon copy situation such as the Astral plane of existence. This copying and destroying of such planes would produce extremely high amounts of energy which were required to keep this Psionic onslaught on task, the addition to the destruction of the copy Astral plane of existence was he would gain the raw quintessence and soul like energies required to give him and endless amount of beings, souls and thoughts.
With this expansion and creation of energy from an outside source of existence, it would be connected by an endless number of Psionic links which were created from this endless flow of thoughts and entities which composed him. The complex webbing of links would provide a problem from an outside source, these links themselves were also entities in themselves, with the ability to constantly shift in the direction and the control of the link, this would cause outside Psionic influences no chance in cutting them off in any way for which it would be directly attacked. These shifting links would connect a space of existence, this reality to another reality for which was being destroyed, the flow of power would be directly transferred into the link and pushed through a number of recreating and destroying links in order to cancel out or cut off the possible threat of Ertai’s own destruction. In addition to the Psionic links connected the two realities they would also exist in the area of existence between existences. This nonexistent existence would provide one with the back up plan of redirecting outside energies to a space where they would no longer exist, but in order to keep ones thoughts existent in a space of non existence was the constant changing and destroying of Psionic links to the point where as they are created they are destroyed and branch off into more links. It would create a systematical way of keeping existence in non existence. This complex creation of his passage of energies would show the outside Psionic user how much of a problem it would be to stifle or counter act his abilities.
With the sources of energy in a constant flow, the second concurring effect could also be shown.
In a Psionic mind one is able to manipulate material existence, such as moving a rock or crushing the rock. With the proper training and the insight and power influence one can manipulate the rock at an atomic level, ripping each atom apart, separating the electrons, the protons and neutrons, even the ability to splice the electrons at a quantum level. This insight will prove to show that Ertai himself has under went countless preparation, perfection and training to gain the ability to rip apart objects at an atomic and cellular level, even manipulate energy itself. With this knowledge in mind, this minor manipulation would be maginified by an endless digit as he was a constantly growing machine, a being, a god. This constant magnification would cause him to exist in thought as a swarm, as infinity. With this infinity complex behind his constant growing of powers and constant growing of entities would allow him to manipulate even a grain of sand and splice it into thousands of shards.
As his complex grew, a sphere of manipulation would out branch around him, enveloping him in a synthetically created area where omnipotence could play in effect. This sphere would grow larger and largest, in the bounces of a fraction of a thought, for only another Psionic user could foresee and encounter accordingly. This sphere would encounter the area to a degree away from this leprechaun like being and would cause any outside energy sources or any physical energy sources to encounter this sphere and be redirected in thought and this thought could manipulate the very essence, the very links connected from the user of the abilities. This sphere would give him a “God” complex where he could allow this outside source of energy the right to exist with in it, because of his constant manipulation of the energies crossing through it and around it, he would synthetically create an Omniscient power.
In addition to the two concurring motions of Psionic power would come the third and fatal ability. This was the reading and manipulation of the very Psionic links this being held to this existence, the very source of his powers which the energies would exist upon another plane of existence, because we all know that no power is natural power on the material plane of existence, and with this the very thoughts of his powers would be shown through the Psionic links from even to a fire ball, Psionic influence was there. All actions and manipulation of powers was a result in a Psionic influence of ones thought the ability at hand, thus a mage is Psionic to a degree when he creates a wall in front of him or heals another being. The wavelengths of energy, electrons or which ever it may be at the active moment would be entranced by the constant expansion and calculations from the being known as Ertai. This Psionic influence was that of a basic thought, a basic ability turned deadly because of the scale of manipulation, this thought would be shown.
As Ertai entranced the wave lengths he would gain his grounds and spread the wave lengths apart, this would cause a physical tear in the being when all was said and done, but the reason for bending the wave lengths out was to gain grounds and links upon Psionic ripping his target apart on the atomic level, the cellular level. The first triggering effect of this small scale and direct attack would be aimed at the carbon atoms which would exist inside of the small man, if the Psionic influence would strike, the wave lengths through this man, than his Psionic manipulation would cause each atom, each shard of carbon which existed in the man to be ripped from his physical existence, thus nearly destroying his physical frame of being. The carbon manipulation would also be backed up by the destruction of the hydrogen atoms, the oxygen atoms, phosphate atoms, etc. This cellular explosion would cause a swarm of manipulated atoms to swarm the area where the man once stood, of course of this man could not stop or stifle such an attack.
As the Psionic explosion would happen another concurring effect would be triggering at that moment as well. In the electrons around the area for which the being existed he would splice and contain the splitting electron, this containment was the constant manipulation of the particles which would come to be from the splitting of an electron, this constant manipulation would contain it all. As the electrons were split a direct link was established to the area of the electron and would transfer the energy known as Aether, this Aether was the very fabric of existence, the essence of time and space. With this direct influence and transferring of this energy into the spliced electron, they would be joined once more. An electron with the Aether inside of its very being, such a small scale manipulating effect would give birth to the creation of a plane of existence inside of a source of energy. This effect would be magnified by infinity in the contained area. The contained area around the being which was trying to be ripped apart, would encounter the latest danger on top of that. The electrons would be contained in this planar area, thus creating a buffer zone of planes and energy, if any two planes of existence would intersect, it would cause an implosion of the two, thus causing a planar collapse, a planar void. This buffer zone would now encounter the opening of the contained plane of existence and cause the synthetically created plane to open up inside of the contained area of this plane of existence.
This tubular area inside of this plane would suddenly be spliced as the opening plane of existence. The reaction time would be near that of the speed of light as the two planes would cross and cause a contained implosion of this plane of existence, a self created void in this existence.
If the being could not stop the onslaught in the given time, the time of a Psionic thought, before that of light itself. This being would be destroyed…
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:22 pm
Ertai entered, and Milky was prepared, already he was surrounding himself in protection against the mental attack Ertai was about to barrage onto Milky. The mist that was seeping off his body, brought forth by the small pores on his witch held portals to another realm, opened by Milky’s ability to control everything in his body and anything the exits are enters it. The mist would travel from a room filled with this deathly mist through this hole in space and time, traveling through a dimension opened by Milky own Psionic links into his own dimension which are small planar fibers infinitesimal to even the most miniscule organism, then being released through Milky quintessential matter of acted like doors into his realm and opened it to this realm. The mist was not made of vapors that most would believe to be, the mist was actually comprised of miniscule organism, trillions to each clump to these assumed vapors. These tiny organisms wield the power of thought and as infinite as they themselves were. Each one connected to the world in which they were from, using the infinitude of infinitesimal planar Psionic links, each changing, dying and giving birth to even more chains of link connected to this world in which contained the many, many infinite souls in which Milky kept from his thousands of years of collecting, each one thinking of the solution to a problem, each one keeping its eyes on the surrounding, watching the change in landscape through the organisms in which they were connected to.
Milky receiving the information through instinct, and acting on instinct to the unison thoughts thought flowing through his mind through Psionic links that where infinitely connecting to him dying and but in the wake giving birth to more planar strands. These infinitesimal organisms surround Milky by instinct of survival, and changed themselves through their own manipulations of their bodies, through complete knowledge of themselves, changing themselves to change into an ultimate defense. Milky’s body surrounded by these tiny organisms they chance into a barrier and connecting to each other like water when separated by a clear glass slide and then removed, and like a wave the water would bind together. Unlike water, this barrier was impenetrable by outside forces the would be impossible for a natural human wield or comprehend, both fighter’s completely at the will of their imaginations. This barrier invisible, would stop all attacks because the organism inside would use a an infinitude of Psionic links forever changing, these links if tapped by other outside likes would feed on the outside links and bond with it, and whatever it was that was attacking the links would be broken apart by forcible manipulation in deciphering the smaller links making up the Psionic links themselves and breaking them apart, which are the basic principles of all matter used in a way unnatural to the material world.
The barrier would spread outward as Ertai entered arena, as Ertai would make his way closer the barrier would get closer. This barrier filled with small organisms would act in unison of each other and confuse the mind of a being by attacking the very fibers of the brain, sending images through invisible links, like a radio transmitter, lessoning the risk of being invaded by other Psionic links by using a method not attached to the links when fired. This would all happen as soon as Ertai entered, Milky stood his hands in his pockets, his hands themselves through a portal of quintessential energy by his body of pure energy. Off Milky’s body would emanate a flesh eating behemoth of a monster able to transform itself through the same way as the organisms, spreading out inside the barrier unaffected by the barriers force made of the same Psionic energy, which comprised Milky. It was complex and with many doors led to dead ends, constantly changing and multiplying, dying and giving birth. The effects of Ertai’s attack would simply bounce off the barrier like a ball on a thick iron wall. Which were caused by the abundance of planar Psionic links swirling it seemed in this barrier that expands by its only vastly multiplying Psionic links. And any Psionic connection being attempted from the outside of the field would be severed by the Psionic links the barrier is comprised of. The barrier itself stopped about a few feet off of Milky, Ertai might have been unaware of its existence within the material realm or not.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 10:51 am
In the center of the areana sat a bundle of what looked like someone's dirty laundry. A few fans were staring at it with disgust, some yelling at employees to "CLEAN THAT CRAP UP!", to which many employees just smirked and said "Watch."
And watch they did. And the pile of cloth moved around a bit, somthing moving under it, excliting a few snickers from the crowd. "It's prolly a racoon..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 11:17 am
Remember...
The raspy whisper which could be passed off as nothing more than the breeze ran the entirety of the arena, the word echoing through the arena, abruptly falling silent as abruptly as it had appeared. Leaving anyone who was sure they'd heard the word perhaps somewhat stupefied, or even freaked-out.
Old instincts.
Old instincts, a few hundred year old instincts, anyone who was paying attention, and hard attention, would perhaps feel their emotions run high, blood-lust and the will to survive, to kill or die would run fever pitch, just for a split-second.
A time long past.
Like earlier, anyone paying attention would be witness to the image that flashed before their eyes, a horned demon wielding a spear tearing and carving through knight after knight, each falling to his spear in a bloody splatter, each murder as bloody as the last, if not more.
Now, act.
The sky twisted a little, becoming slightly over-cast with shades of black and grey, shadows in the crevices and corners of the arena seemed to solidify slightly, as if they were alive.
The darkness stirred.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 11:22 am
The pile of cloth on the ground stirred even more, shifting around a bit more now, as if something was struggling under it. A few spectators, those who still had any sense left, came to the conclusion that something was trpped in the cloth.
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