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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:39 am
He didnt want to go too far up. That would be stupid. So, after he cut down a part of the tree, Tzenidaar's arms reached up over his head to stop himself by snagging onto a nearby brach. Of couse, this was also aided by a strong beat of his flaming wings, which would singe the nearby foliage as he righted himself and dove back down to the ground to give chase.
He veered to one side as he avoided the first fireball, and then crossed his arms over one another to block the second as it struck. Though a blocked jab would do little to slow him down much or stun him.
And for the final roundhouse, as the flames shot out, the chimera did a barrel roll, spinning around in midair as the wave passed by his front narrowly as he neared the ground, wings tucking just as he got there so they'd be out of the way of his own actions.
His right arm shot out, palm open, as if to smash it against Vahn's face on his descent. However, Vahn might evade it simply, so if he did, his arm would then fold as he struck ground, gaining a base as he swung the rest of his body low into a sweep with his legs as his other hand would fall support his weight and aid his balance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:01 pm
"Suuhhh---"
Breath was sharply held in, even as his single eye took in the proximity of that open palm, narrowly brushing right against the tip of his nose. Vahn's body would continued the turning motion begun by the roundhouse, even as he arched backwards to avoid the incoming blow.
Of course by then he caught by the second part of Tzen's own body, the hand-stand sweep catching his lone support and toppling him. Even though he fell, he was able to control the fall, turning and rolling off to the side as he fell in such a way as to make sure he didn't injure himself, and was able to get back on one foot.
This would put both men at least a few feet apart, as scorched leaf and wood fell around them.
There was no pausing, no moment to catch a breath or plan something out--- there wasn't going to be. And Vahn couldn't make the mistake of being forced into a defensive position.
He would push forward, dragging his right boot along the earth in order to kick up a good amount of it, along with whatever wood chips and other crap was lying around, the intense heat emanating from it ensuring that by the time he swung his foot forward, a searing trail of ash and dirt would be following suit, in an attempt to blind his opponent, before following up with a straight knee from the left, both arms up, fists ready and head tucked slightly in against his collar.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 9:04 pm
One spin.
His legs snapped open as the man retreated, scraping his feet against the dirt as he twisted his body around to face the man and push up off his arms against the ground to get up at the same time, as if to give chase.
He was already in the motion of driving forward, only to be caught with the kick of debris in the face. Reflexively, his left arm shot up to shield his head even as his body turned to the right, making him emit a low growl, but already did the dirt and ash sting his eyes. A body taken by surprise simply reacted in such a way to protect itself, even if the action was to come late.
What a dirty trick. Something Tzenidaar wouldnt hesitate to do. He couldnt help but smile a little on the inside.
A moment later, as he turned back after the slight distraction, he'd catch a flying knee strike square in the face.
His upper body would begin to topple back, force being applied to the topmost part of the body, as his broken nose was turned to mush in an instant with a dirty splatter of blood. But a moment later, just as he was going down, Vahn's weight carrying him forward, the chimera's would brace himself with his right leg before his left would spread out to help his balance. And in that moment where he would begin to stop his descent, merely slowing it down, the large skeletal wings on his back would drive backwards into the dirt to hold him up. Sort of like a tripod... only he had four points instead of the three in a tripod.
His face, well, safe to say that his mouth was clenched, baring his teeth as his arms would reach up and grab at Vahn's body, grabbing a handfull of cloth in each hand as he pushed forward and swung the man down. His right arm grabbed at Vahn's back, underneath his left leg that was bent forward into the knee strike. His left arm grabbing at Vahn's front, providing the push power to accompany the pull of his right to slam the man down as his body hunched forward. As for his face, he'd just slip it free as he drove down so that he didnt smash it against Vahn's knee while he made a counter-strike.
And now I feel like I'm alive
Don't know just how I got so low
These voices in my mind
Tell me it's killing time
It is a thrill I can't describe
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:55 am
"Nngh!" His hands had closed around the left arm which grappled his front. His left leg pulled back enough so that the boot held his opponent's shoulder at bay enough for his right leg to maneuver.
The pain spread out along his back, as he was slammed down, a sharp release of breath following instantly, even as his left eye began to bleed, the lid straining to remain closed.
It wasn't anything that his opponent had done. Something was happening to him, and it wasn't the fight at hand... he could feel his socket burn, actually burn as if something were straining to be released.
Sun...?
"Dammit!!"
His left leg would straighten out, aiming to get him off, a sharp hiss of smoke as the greave was over a 1,000 degrees in heat. As Vahn had been slammed downward, that leg that had been bent for the knee strike remained bent, creating a springboard effect.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:40 am
Now, Tzenidaar was still in his dishevelled state of wear. He hadnt bothered changing after the finals of Heaven or Hell. His clothes, destroyed; the only thing he wore were what remained of the black pants during the tournament, which were now more along the lines of tattered shorts than actual pants.
Following the slam, he raised his body and would have gone into a mounted position on top of Vahn in order to dish out some punishment, only to be caught with a boot to the chest. A hot boot to the chest that is.
The searing effect which would accompany the boot would be lessened of course, as Tzenidaar did had a natural resistance to fire and heat, taking but a minor burn. However, the cause of the burn itself was what was important.
What were the Greaves of Efreet? Pieces of the beast given and shaped into physical form. This caused a reaction in the chimera's body, absorbing information about the host, whose blood flowed with Efreet's. The cause may have been different from what he had originally planned, simply waiting and edging Vahn on to attack with Efreet's power, but in the end, the greaves would provide that, and the mixed blood of the chimera would react.
Tzenidaar stumbled back a few steps from the boot, aiming to recover his balance even as blood slowly ran down his face from his broken nose. Each drop which fell, sputtered a dark flame which burst to life but for an instant. His body began to emit heat, as if rising in temperature.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:01 pm
Silently, Lysira watched from a safe distance. Silvery-pink mirror-like eyes drinking in all the bloody details of this gory battle, her face unmoving. Unlike her older half-sister, Lysira wasn't capable of completely erasing herself from everyone's physical and magickal senses... but she could suppress her energies and sneak about with stealth that even a ninja would envy.
She'd been tailing Vahn since the latter half of HoH and he'd yet to notice her, or her sister. They had split up when Sun and Vahn had parted ways.
Lysira was a good deal like Aiysin, in the way that she wasn't a power house, and she wasn't overly skilled in offensive maneuvers. But she did have a few tricks up her sleeves, and when it came to something that she specialized in, Lysira was a hard mark to match.
Thigh length, platinum hair hung in shimmering lengths, the clusters of flowers on either side of her head, tucked into silken strands just in front of the ears, as red as the blood being spilt by these two warriors.
It was unlikely that either of them would take any notice of unobtrusive little her. She was hardly detectable and the way they only had eyes for one another, she may as well be invisible.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 7:19 am
...!
He had already picked himself up off the floor, even as Tzenidaar already started looking none the worse for wear.
It wasn't hard to notice the steady increase of temperature, let alone the resonance.
"The hell are you...?"
He was buying time, time enough for him to weigh his options, even as both forearms were raised.
This feeling.... the same with Silver...?
"Or more exactly... what the hell are you after?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:03 pm
"Don't you know?" The answer was right in front of him. The truth literally dripping off Tzenidaar's lips as blood flared into short lived black flames. "If not..." his lips split into a grin as he had that wild look in his mismatched eyes again, the relation of blood screaming, overloading his senses, overpowering his thoughts, "LET ME REMIND YOU!" The flames of his skeletal wings flared a bright crimson before they seemingly snuffed out and he began to move, body lurching forward. In all actuality though, the flames were simply relocating, exactly as they would relocate through his arm during the Heaven or Hell tournament and explode out of his fingertips, only now, they emerged someplace else. What followed afterwards would be flashes, as miniature explosions were released at the chimera's feet, propelling him through the air quickly, moving in a rough zig-zag motion as he ripped through the space between the two men, scortching the earth, blazing a trail through the grass. This was the same manuever Vahn had used in the past, blurring his movements with the added speed he would be moving at. "What do I want?" With the final flash, he flew through the air spinning, swinging a left roundhouse at Vahn's midsection. Vahn Kyonuske "Bitter crimson tears flow from lifeless eyes and mingle with the endless Flames.. Bestowing ever-greater power upon the Flame God." Again, he spoke echoes of a time gone by. Maybe Vahn would recognize the familiar form and movement and avoid the attack. But by now, Vahn should easily be able to figure out who Tzenidaar is. A ghost of the past. Fragments of memories engraved in blood. The way he moved was almost like that of a mirror, a replication of Vahn in the past with minor differences; they were the same, but not. "I want POWER." However, the movements were just that; a mimic. A copied past techniques brought out by a resonation of the blood to the Flame of Efreet. What the chimera wanted did not lie in the past, it was what existed now. The evolution of technique. The present level of power possessed by the same blood between the two men.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:23 pm
"Power---?!"
Even as Tzenidaar sped in, both of Vahn's forearms were up and held together, standing his ground even as the blow came in. The earth beneath his boots shifted, as his body moved backwards, but the block held.
A soft grunt was released from his lips even as his kept his teeth gritted.
"You think this is power?!"
No mortal flame was capable of causing injury to Vahn,let alone flame of his own creation. As it was, Silver's flame was incapable of harming Vahn as well, since the same blood flowed through his veins.
The same could be said for Tzenidaar-- yet Vahn was not truly immune to all forms of flame. A flame from hell for example, could harm him, as well as magical flame, to a degree. Basically flame from any other realm outside of Gaia, and the Fire Plane itself.
Although the latter wasn't exactly proven to be true or false...something that shouldn't be put to the test so readily.
As it was, Vahn could not 'overpower' Tzenidaar no more than Tzenidaar could overpower Vahn.
Their flames would simply negate one another (much like the Summer's brothers mutant abilities couldn't affect each other).
However, the wild card in this equation was Sunstrike.
Or more specifically, Sunstrike's eye.
The restraint of which was proving to be too much for Vahn at the moment, and it began steadily eating away at the aura he was bleeding out. In essence, Sun's eye was a void, a voracious devourer of any and all magics, which had no qualms or special rules on what type of arcana it could or could not devour.
It simply took in.
And much like a stack of Kryptonite would weaken both Superman and the Cyborg Superman, this sudden vacuum would affect both men, slowly draining that coveted 'power'.
"You have no idea what real power is! It took me too long to learn that for myself!"
Stepping in, Vahn would have grabbed hold of Tzenidaar's offending leg on the rebound, turning sharply on his left heel as he spun about, before releasing the man, effectively aiming to hammer toss him into several trees.
In response to actions of the left eye, the bracelet on his right wrist came to life, the metal spreading and steaming as it took shape; The Eye of Efreet... for it had to gaze upon what abomination was acting like its own.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:21 pm
((Note: You should have used a better term than 'magic', since as I recall, the flames are a supernatural ability that draws energy from the natural environment and/or the user's own energy reserves rather than an energy taken from an outside source like the inner planes.
But for dramatic effect, I really dont care and s**t happens.))
The black flames disappeared with nothing more than hissing steam as Tzenidaar felt his body pulled forward and hurled away. Spinning through the brambles, he tucked his bare skeletal wings close to his body, they no longer had the surface of flames, in fact, they hadnt even re-emerged before the eye dconsumed energy between the two men, however, they were still effective tools, and snapping them on a wayward branch of tree trunk was just too dumb.
With no way to stop himself, there was nothing more he could do but for brace against impact. One, he rebounded off the side of a trunk, hitting it at an angle, skimming against it as he went on, not striking with enough force to completely halt him, the hard and rugged bark scraping large but shallow gashes against his bare skin. Two, bouncing off the first, he struck a second dead on, his back smashing into the tree, leaving a small indentation as bark shattered to either side of his form. Luckily, he managed to stop right side up, so he didnt land on his head or sides afterward, but on his feet.
He took a second to catch his breath, arms hanging limply, his body hunched over as black blood dripped and stained the grass at his feet.
"Because you're an old man..."
He could take it however he wanted, which would probably sound like an insult. But the words had more meaning than that. Was Vahn an old man? Literally, not really if you look at his appearance. But figuratively, yes, yes he was. Vahn was a person who was matured in combat. He knew what he was doing and he knew why he was doing it. He'd been doing it for so long.
But Tzenidaar, he wasnt. He was far from it. The chimera was a beast, a pure animal. Untamed. Wild. The story of his life could be summed up in a very short time. But even if his vision was clouded by the primal instincts and emotions of one, he was not blind.
He stood tall, fists clenched, fangs baring. An animal uncaged.
"We, the young, the future, know nothing. Why we live. Why we fight. Everything now, is but an illusion. There is only the need to attain strength. Because the realisation of the truth oof why we do it will only come then, when it strikes into the heart of those who are willing to see it. Willing to confront it."
What was he saying? Wisdom? Madness? Or was he just spouting some nonsense? Did it matter?
He charged, straight ahead, no fancy tricks, and lunged forward early, one hand smashing against the ground as his body rotated, legs swinging down like a TOMAHAWK, his entire mass focussed into one hammering swing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 5:42 pm
((Continued from the Stadium...))
A shape appeared out of the sky above the forest. Fleeting and quick, it span around like a top, slashing through branches and leaves as it entered the roof of the trees. Snapping branches and wrenching boroughs hit the floor as the figure bore a hole straight through the leaves -
BOOM
Before it traveled through a tree-trunk, shattered wood splintering in all directions as Tomorrow went straight through a thousand-year-old tree.
BOOM
The second fell as he sheared through the side of the trunk, hit off-course by his trip through the first, a massive chunk blown from the edge of the tree compromising it's structure as it fell to the ground, tearing through the foliage to smash into the soft dirt.
Which was John's next destination.
He hit the ground with a loud thud, skidding across the damp dirt and into the nearest mess of roots he could find, becoming dug under into the mess of lines.
Sparks shot off his body - as he laughed, heartily, his chest heaving as his laughter echoed around him within this forest.
Maximos was trying to teach him a lesson. As always.
Who could be accused of being prideful now?
He moved with gusto, ripping the roots off him as he stood at the base of the tree. Thin lines ran down his arm where Maximos had scratched him, blood peeking out from within the scratches. He'd barely cut the surface. His clothes were a mess - but his skin was barely scratched.
It would take time to beat him down this time. No sudden, one-shot defeats.
"Keep your pace up, brother." John muttered back to the shadows, keeping his wits about him. "Keep running..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 6:29 pm
He still did not get it.
Maximos wasnt trying to teach him anything. He was going to kill him. That was all. There were no emotions involved. This was an epic battle to save a friend. Tomorrow was standing in his grave.
It would take nothing to defeat him. Just another slight warm-up as always. But first, the formalities. A true profession does not ignore the formalities.
Thor, God of Destruction and Thunder, you are in violation of the 1st mandate, of Judas Act, grand divine interference. As well as the 3th and 8th mandate, assuming a mortal avatar, voluntary unnatural extension of a mortal life.
The shadow, step by step began walking at Thor. His left arm extended out to his side holding a single black stone in between his finger tips. With a spark and a crack the stone was shattered as a 4ft long, 3inch wide long sword shot up from Maximos' shadow destroying the stone and taking a place in his hand. Gently sparks rode up and down the blade.
How do you plead?
This was business. Tomorrow would likely never get it. Thankfully that did not stop the Reaper from claiming his target.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 1:29 am
John blinked, his eyes wide as he saw the sword beam into life. Whilst that wasn't new, Maxi's mannerisms was.
This must be it. The thing that eats away at Maximos' soul...or, possibly, it was Maximos' soul. An avenging angel, seemingly sent to kill anybody who opposes him - or at least confuse Maximos into thinking they were.
It was an easy thing to do. Maximos had died, and risen again, without meaning or purpose. He gets it into his mind that, seemingly, he was doing...a gods' bidding. Or perhaps his own bidding. The ultimate vigilante, dealing justice across the cosmos. Only Maxi's own depressed mind, driven half insane from his genocidal episode and the rigors of death, would dream up something so fantastical.
At least John focused on the real world within his rampage. Over love even.
But we all have our reasons.
"You've got the wrong guy, whoever you are..." John muttered, keeping his guard up, sparks slashing over his arms and torso. "My name's Tomorrow."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 10:58 am
That was not an admission of guilt or innocence. That was denial. And he had heard that very same line so very many times. Guilty.Thor's opinion of the Reaper was absolutely unimportant. When he passed on and was entered into the system he would see the truth. All that was left was for him to pass on. It seemed the God of Thunder...was afraid to strike unless he was struck first. It is your time.The runes along Maximos' boots slothfully enkindled, rich lavender filled and overtook the runes before the sudden blast of black spilled out from the souls of his feet. Twin craters dug places into the forest soil as the Reaper was propelled forward. In a blur of black Maximos shot across the forest floor, leaves and branches were ripped from their homes and sent in either direction. There was no point in planning a detailed attack. Tomorrow seemed to possess that very common ability most people had on this planet to "slow down time", in order to dodge or block attacks. A purely instinctual panic reaction morphed into a common place every day occurance. Once within range, Maximos slam his feet on the ground, swinging his black from left to right, aiming for a clean slash directly across Tomorrow's chest, the entirety of his charges force carrying into his blade. It went without saying how sharp Maximos' blade was. It could cut through Tomorrow's flesh and bone with ease, it had done it before. Reborn in a new form, the Nameless still maintained all of its cutting power, even against a god. Just as easily as it was understood that the Reaper would not take his eyes off his target, keeping open for any adaption that need be made in his plan.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:04 pm
It was a typical response. The one John expected. This...'person' Maximos was acting as didn't want to hear a defense. In his eyes, you were guilty, signed and sealed. Tomorrow's ability to 'slow down time' kicked into action as Maximos bore down on him. It wasn't that John could slow down time, it was that he was able to read and react to activity faster. Maximos did it all the time - he'd need to if he kept moving at this speed... He watched the leaves blow away from Maxi's rocket-boots as he flew forward, and as he did, John's brain went into overdrive. Maximos Once within range, Maximos slam his feet on the ground, swinging his blade from left to right, aiming for a clean slash directly across Tomorrow's chest, the entirety of his charges force carrying into his blade.As Maximos would bear down on John, he saw that Maxi was leading with one side, his sword behind him, as if to shoulder-ram him. The sword in hand, however, meant he would be doing something else entirely... ...So as Maxi's boots slammed into the ground, his forward momentum starting to carry through the blade of his sword to swing around to cut John straight in half - John fell over. Well, not fall onto his back, as it were. As the blade started to come around, John's body was already bending back. The tip of the blade missed his left arm as he fell, scraping along his left pectoral before digging into his right, blood flicking out of the wound as the tip of the sword exited the cut, flashing under John's right arm as he pivoted his body to slam his left hand into the ground. Maxi's body would now be almost completely turned to the right. His swing would've taken all his momentum to cut straight through John's body. Even the Nameless didn't have an edge that cut effortlessly, otherwise why bother swinging it so hard? In any case, he'd swung with all his might, his rather large blade swinging his body around from left to right, exposing his right shoulder and side. Given his recent strength boost, he would probably keep spinning, in hope of a second strike, or perhaps a stabbing motion - or maybe just take off like a helicopter and fly away to where all the other reapers dance! ((ignore that last bit John's body would rise again with alarming speed. His left hand didn't just land, it rebounded, pushing off as soon as it hit the ground - to allow him to use his weight to swing forward, pushing his right arm back to swing his body around to stab his left arm out forward - into a punch at Maxi's defenceless side. If Maxi continued through with the motion, coming in for another swing, John's left hand would be coming out to stop his arms, stopping him at the elbow before he even had a chance to bring the sword around. If Maxi stopped and tried for a back-swing, it would be too late - John's weight was bearing down on him. Even with Maxi's uberspeed, his own augmented strength would betray him - unused to the sudden infusion of Tribal power, he would be unable to stop himself in time to swing back. If Maxi tried to spin the blade up to come for a upward strike, John's arms would be coming up too - slamming into Maxi's body before the blade came down. If he lowered the blade, he would find it caught - slowed down by the various roots that dogged the dirt around them thanks to the length of the blade. The Nameless could possibly cut Tomorrow straight in half - that was yet to be tested - but no blade could be dragged through the dirt effortlessly. John's fist would fly true. And we all know what that punch could do. There was no static emanating from it - simply blunt force trauma which had enough force to put Maximos through one of these trees.
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