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This would end up being fine and dandy...had Snow not forgotten about one thing.

The chalice he drank from, bearing the Gift of the Lord Dionysus. Upon the creation of the explosion, a barrier the color of a deep red wine would fully encase Thaddeus Irnin immediately. This would be the gift of Dionysus, shielding him from the explosion and ALL of its effects.

Once the explosion was over and done with, the barrier would dissapear, and his finger would lose its silverish coloring. Another bolt would appear back in Thaddeus's hands. He was ready...

While watching fightes that are going on he continues to work on the ball. He desided to throw the ball up into the air than catch the ball after it falls towards the ground. He readys the ball and spins it with his hands. It spins a good amount of speed and it falls towards the ground. Leo kicks the ball of chi and sends it up into the air being careful not to hit anyone. He sees the ball being shot up into the air spining. He continues to watch the ball and noticed something. The ball faded away. Leo frowned some than worked on making another thinking he had enough energy to make another ball. He focused created a speck of chi between his hands. He starts to work on the second ball of chi while watching the fights.

((Pk ball 2/100))

The rage of Snow is nothing close to what one can fathom or imagine, as the ground cracked and crumbled with each passing second. Explosions cluttered this part and that part, never ceasing to die off while the clouds rumbled with turmoil, obviously set off by Snow's more wrathful nature awakening from its slumber.

He unsheathed his blades yet again, the left pointing right for Thaddeus's throat while his right was placed slightly ajar his own head, the lethal edge aimed up and away from his own entity.

The needles shall play a secondary role in this...maneuver he shall execute.

Soon...
Soon.

Cziri was usually a lazy, tired man. That would be what his opponent should interpret from how Cziri would move. His mouth streched open, and yawned, not with much of a purpose, though. His hand was open and lazily draped down infront of his waist. Unseen to Eldin directly, Cziri simply fed iron components within his flesh a rather large flow of electricity to generate a field to simply pull his flamberged claymore to his right hand. A wire ran down from the blade's tip to the basket hilt on this strange weapon.

(I'm rusty and have been making lazy posts, and it is 3:27 here ya know.)

Cziri shifted his entire arm rather quickly, forcing a 180 degrees turn, while forcing his arm to tighten up, and hold his blade perpendicular to the sky. The blade's position would block out Cziri's right eye for now. A little twinkle radiated from the blade, before it seemed to brighten up all together. That was due to the changes in light amplitude and polarization Cziri had brought forth. The blade had a dim golden glow, but appeared to be more of a tarnished copper.

"Sure, why not," echoed off the flat sides of his mouth. The voice would be heard as a very weak, and very silent whisper. His internal biological processors all started to work together, and syncronize his entire body for combat, so no part would be left unused. The "brains" rapidly began to calculate data, and were feeding a good deal of their power to Cziri's eyes so they could process more frames per second with stability. His strange soul, and his strange "inner mind" (the one not held within the physical brain), would soon begin to mix and match its components and alterate very rapidly. That was the nature of this mind, one that was only an avatar of a dreaming mind locked far away. Since, essentially, this mind was unconcious, it could process much more data than an concious mind. This mind was also experienced in the arts of running multiple bodies, and different characters, different people all at once. When it was all focused into one main body, it was deadly efficient.

Cziri sighed, as suddenly his entire body became blurry through Cziri directly distorting light and the matter around him. Energy was brought into the field, even free ZPE energy held within the atoms of matter. Atoms are mostly free space, and there never is a true vacuum, so Cziri could use such energy to feed the chaotic aura around him. And through his aura, his own distinctive soul energies would also fill the air; taking up a more random pattern than just spreading out. His hands would raise, unseen to his opponent, and would gradually draw magical energy out of the air, atmosphere and earth below them. He would also begin to focus on radiant energy from the sun, geothermal from under the earth, and put a good deal of focus into magnetic field. Of course, Cziri was also focusing on the vast caches of energy in the air . . .
(I'm very rusty. I haven't sparred truly in over a month.)

Cziri's eyes were not limited to a normal human's angles, (120 degrees; I believe) but instead he saw from all 360 degrees of sight. His body could directly feel and interpret changes within the light, so his opponent's location was no problem for him. His right eye was gathering and sorting at all kinds of information, and changing the codes into binary, allowing for him to calculate information on the most basic scale. Eyes were said to be windows to one's soul, and that could somewhat be said for Cziri, as he felt the energy around him. Most skilled "chi users" could sense another's energy, and the same could be said for Cziri.

Cziri had created a constellation in his sleep, and had managed it quite well. Spirits, minds, and other things were not much of a bother to him. His aura of distortion was chaos close to its core. Once his aura was awakened and forced outwards, it would also force Eldin's energy to take a physical form, send it away in a swift wave, and once it was touched by this soul altering energy, its very signature would be changed into values which could not be used, and therefore corrupt. Cziri was a creator, so he also knew how to destroy; and that he was doing. (Isn't that your souls energies, not your soul in general?) If his energy had entered Cziri's body, it would swiftly be rejected and sent outwards, as Cziri's body was almost like a living machine, a construct for chaos and for destruction. Chi and other energies were constantly regulated by his advanced system of "knots, webs, and wires." He could be said to be a self-regulating organism, which is what he was. He was independent, he did not need the sun necessarily to live, but it did help in reconstruction and improving his autotrophic abilities. He did not need to drink, to eat, or to release bodily substances. If he lost energy, he would find a way to refill ib whatever way possible; if from his mind and the channels of it.

He knew how to control chi, and Eldin's was no exception. Cziri's aura had been plating his skin first, some of it shining with the metallic luster, others invisible to his sight. He just had extended it, and shot the other energies away. Once it had entered Cziri's aura, it would be broken apart and corrupted. Astral energies were nothing special.

Cziri would quickly blink, but that would not make him blind, because of his vast ways of gaining information. And when he would blink, for only a second, if that, a little bit of mental power was loaned to other body parts, and put to use, instead of just sitting there idle. His mind quickly calculated the amounts of light and the values of the light, and would refract and force the light to not reflect in a way visible to Eldin. Another portion of his mind was partioned off and now focusing on stealth. (Such ways to make Cziri invisible would be reflecting light with such a polarization that your eyes could not interpret from your position, greatly lowering visible lights amplitude, and altering wavelengths, but not to extreme extents.)

Though only a portion of his distortion was visible, it was spreading throughout his opponent's energy and the field, and resting in it like a sleeping virus. It could hide itself by making its signature so close to Eldin's and then once it was within it, it reverted back to a deadly resting state. He also was using the distortion he had created to cause bystander's energies to shoot outwards and spray in a fury, in an attempt to mask Cziri's own aura. He was limiting it from ******** with the air at this moment, as his body simply shifted through the air, and in some way -- phasing slowly through the air particles.

(Very rusty here. I hope I can get into more advanced techniques.)

(I'm confused about how it is your soul, it just seems like a massive) portion of chi/life energy. If it is something like Cziri is going to do in this post, just say so.)

Could a being truly be immune to corruption of the soul? Many a man would act as if they were crusaders, fighting for good while there was an evil within them. Pure beings are quite rare, and corruption of the soul can and will happen. Some beings have the urge to destroy "evil" or what they believe is wrong. And besides, has this man every heard of an undead paladin, something he might become. The very essence of life was a corruptible value, as it did feed the evil arts of necromancy when taken to such an extreme negative level. Divine energy was annoying, but wasn't much of a trouble, even the urge of a god to save his people sometimes isn't enough; even his own power. Changing the signature and changing the direct positive/negative level of chi/souls was very effective, if pulled off correctly. Changing the signature works better on the outside energy, while changing the value is slighty more effective on pure souls. Cziri's aura wasn't exactly a spray of pure chaotic energy, it was rather an enforcing factor of it, a supernatural force that altered compositions. It was passive, but can be enforced, and feeds off slight amounts of Cziri's base energy, but it is mainly there as a part of the avatar of "Cziri" in the whole. Cziri's aura can exist in multiple planes, and when it becomes visible to such an extent; more than likely it is. It wasn't safe even if it wasn't corpereal. Also, chaos can also create, ironically; the omegaverse could have just been a rapidly changing cloud of eternal forces which eventually created things, in the contrary to forces that always existed. His aura wasn't much of an energy, more of a reflection.

The action of hiding Cziri's aura had not gone so well, but it really didn't matter as his energy levels fluctuated and his current soul isn't really a true soul. He didn't really care, as whatever the being was using to count his energies would not work to its full effect as Cziri's aura is very distinctive, and almost contradicted Cziri's attempt to hide it. But, its very nature and skill could hide it from view; though Cziri wasn't much of one who would sneak up on someone or assassinate one. So, that really didn't matter.

Cziri sighed as his constructed mind and body began to feel such intense resonance eminating from his opponent's mind that he planned for a powerful, psionical attack. He could feel various "channels" within his opponent's mind, namely 10 and 11 due to their functions, and as he could feel channel 10, he could accurately predict how many other channels there were. As his body continued to circle around his opponent in a simple manner, he launched his assault. First off, he used the influence he had put into geothermal energy earlier to cause quite a catastrophic explosion underground, to such an effect where the amounts of iron within the planet would be altered to such a position that would cause a slightly powerful EMP to be shot out of the grounds which the fighters walked on. Cziri now used the influence that he had placed directly into the magnetic field to greatly reduce the amount of energy being released onto Cziri, and redirected and strengthed all EMP and magnetic forces entering his opponent. Now, such a physical assault would damage his physical brain's capabilities, but that was not enough to kill him, or so Cziri hoped.

With a dangerous precision and an expert's touch, simutaniously a direct psionical attack was launched. Channel 10 was the target, as Cziri could sense what it was doing. Psionic waves would splash into that portion of his mind; causing a destructive torrent that would quickly break down that portion of the mind, while abusing the signals being sent to the other channels to cause damage to them. It would continue to manifest within Eldin, and take the form of psionic lightning within his mind. Cziri's strange structure had many channels, too, but none were very definite. The psionical waves would also try to force it into astral plane, via astral projection. Once it would exist in that plane, Cziri would already be existing on both planes at the same time, and the Cziri in the astral plane would strike exactly at the silver cord of the spirit/spirits that were attached to the areas, as well as ripping apart the spirit and transforming it into a mass of ectoplasm; rather violent, was it not?

Once the chaos that Cziri loved was underfoot, he began to something strange; something he had not done in a while. First off, his entire soul, or its physical manifestation seemed to extend out of his body and instantly destroy any particles within its volume that were of harm to it. The said particles would be Eldin's soul or soul energy. That was not all, as his soul would extend out of his body, when it would touch a part of Cziri's clothing; it would morph it into an old piece of ragged cloth. The new aura seemed to enjoy its place as it molded against Cziri's figure; and for a moment, Cziri would blink. Following that blink, an intense light would suddenly and quickly form over Cziri and quickly fade, quickly form and quickly fade. If Eldin was watching this strange blinking pattern, he would probably eventually be blinded, but if he was not blinded, he would see a few rather interesting changes take place.

First off, Cziri's shoulders began to become more broad, and his body would slightly shrink and become shorter for a moment. His head would fall slightly closer to the center of his body, while his arms quickly grew. They were using the unused nutrients that Cziri had stored for such a change, baking them with stored radiation, and lastly touching them with well, a touch of magic. His skin would begin to become more gray, giving note that his elemental composition was changing, presumably, more metals forming on the outer layer of Cziri. Suddenly, his height shot up again, his legs slightly changing form and jointing; but in reality Cziri had no true joints, it just seemed like that. His legs were settling in a rather strange bent knee position. Within him, his threaded structure began to rearrange itself, no longer meant for safety and constant balance, now meant for destruction and for battle. Therefore, it was much easier now to syphon energy and force it out, along with some other changes. His body's center began to become very dense, if his opponent was monitoring the density of his opponent, but he was probably shot out from the earlier psionical assault.

Suddenly, those old raggedy rags became something else entirely, first they were focused into some odd sort of portal or dimensional rift in which they would pull in Cziri's true armor, one that he hadn't worn in a long time, or perhaps, even never. A few seconds would quickly pass, as if time was forced to go faster; at that time, the portals would seemingly collapse while spitting out the final chunks of metal. And then, as the portal faded from existance, bringing balance back to this field, there was something very "chaotic" about Cziri.

The first thing noticable on Cziri, was well, his very, very, very strange helmet. Near where Cziri's eyes would be shown was a strange black plate; like glass, almost as if obsidian was directly added to the helmet. Within that strange obsidian plate were two strange glows of light, constantly changing colors -- but constantly retaining the shape of a small solid-colored circle. They would constantly move around in a frenzy, taking in a lot of data. The "obsidian plate" was special; like most of the soon to be revealed components, it was specially made for retaining chi and soul-based energies, along with a variety of other deadly abilities. It would strengthen them, and add an extra base to add onto. Unknown to Eldin, Cziri has also added an mechanical processor and "brain" to be attached to his cranium to allow him to crunch even more data than before, and strangly affect his psionical abilties. Closer to the mouth, the mask was made oddly and patchwork, many different, rough metals and materials were linked together in that area, and the same design would spread out across the entire lower half of the helmet, before an strange "skin" like substance was tied around the neck. But, that wasn't the the thing that was most unusual, the thing that stood straight out was a mess of very-thich metallic tentacles that would fall out of where his scalp would be and would drape down on the back side of his head and neck. They seemed to be full of life in their own creepy way.

The "mana skin" would continue to tightly hug and hold his neck, before it was forced and glued by refined ectoplasm to fit to the rest of the armor. The ectoplasm shined with a green glow that would be assorted with that of a computer. A large neck guard shot up, covering most of the ectoplasm, yes, but you could still see the eerie green glow. Ahh, yes, the neckguard was designed rather fashionable, with metallic, yet crystalline structure visible, and the tiny embroided dragon fit onto it. As light flowed through it, it acted as a prism, sending off many different colors towards whom it faced. Seemed rather ordinary, but when used for battle, it could actually be quite deadly. Contrasting from that rather bright display, there was now another mess of plates and black off to the sides and shoulders of the armor. Some pieces had the luster of darksteel, while others had the glow of silver and platinum. His broad shoulders were fit with thick, heavy shoulder guards, both were very radiant and clean, showcasing a vivid silver paint. They were engraved with a rather simple rune with a circle and a dot, what purpose that may serve, that is unknown.

His arms were covered with armor that looked, well more like parts of a combat mecha, and one could assume that is what they were made for. They were covered with very heavy armor fitted with all sorts of gadgets and s**t, pumping out all sorts of codes and signals. Infact, the whole body was doing this, it was just that the arms looked the most specialized. The hands were fit with rather simple gauntlets, a bit heavy yes, but effective, and oddly allowed for agile fingers. The arms' armor did appear to be another patchwork design, but not so much as the upper body would appear as. A few noticable, "cracks" were visible, but a weakness they were not. The same extended soul was fit into each crack and forced through it, hardened into a very tough material, while it extracted stored ectoplasm and grafted it onto itself. Not much could be said about it, just imagine a very heavy, and more "dirty" version of a Spartan suit, and something similar to a Marine's, either W40k, or Starcraft. (I'm tired of explaining all that extra information, you get the gist, it all follows that basic heavy armor pattern, and all that s**t with the embroidery. Yar, and don't forget all the ectoplasm s**t it is doing. That's basically it. The suit is fit with weaponry within it, though, and its meant to enhance Cziri's psionic, magic, and spiritual abilities, his body is already tough enough to beat the s**t out of most physical fighters.)

(The attacks were very quick, the transformation Cziri did wasn't as slow as it was shown to explain it better. The whole post may have spanned over a minute, but the assaults were attached.)
(Did I do too many actions within a post?)