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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:38 pm
During the legendary war of celestials, there were two generals and warriors who stood out among the ranks on both the army of God and the Legion of Lucifer. Gods warrior was the Honorary angel by the name of Kraziel, or Kazuyasu as he is called by his comrades, and he led God's army as the head general and elite warrior who's battle cry was marked with the sound of his yell and a crackle of thunder and lightning from his blade. Lucifer's general was his own apprentice who was the half demon Acropilis and he led his forces with great strategy and led the frontlines in great strength and valor. During this long and deadly war, there was one battle, a fateful one on one duel before the peace accords between these two respected generals. All warriors on both sides came to watch as these two warriors came to the battle field to duke it out. This battle took place in one of the battlefields on Earth, which was chosen to be the Roman coliseum. Acropilis entered the grand halls and noticed the rows were full of spectators from both sides. Both angels and demons from different military ranks and classes each gathered up on one side of the arena to cheer there warrior on. Acropilis walked in and roared to his crowd of comrades as he braced himself for his long awaited opponent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:01 pm
Amidst this time of chaos, nearly all that remained as a deciding factor upon which side of battle would be claimed victorious, Five Star General Kazuyasu floated down into the ring, in an immaculate light, upon which, the ground below him started to flourish with life as some grass grew beneath his feet... The main thought that had coursed through the General's mind was, "I want to win.... nay, I MUST come out of this match victorious!" All he had ever wanted was for there to be a balance; some decisive line between the lines of corruption and purity, yet didn't want there to be some major line of persecution between the two forces... Contradictory...yet it suited his lifestyle. To find a sense of the perfect ruling, yet not oppressive... balance, his weakness... yet his valor and to some extents his judgment were nigh second to none.
As he tread foot onto the arena, he could see thousands of people cheering, clamoring and others showing their signs of disgust at him. All he regarded, although seemingly cruel, were the opinions of his six highest regarded generals and advisors; the rest merely background noise. His resolution was calm and collected... and almost to the point of frigid. He just wanted this to be over... but knowing his opponent almost to a full extent, he knew it wasn't going to be a short fight in any sense of the word.
Having looked into the crowd, all he knew was that he had to keep things entertaining... luckily for him, he was well armed, in his proper armour and only awaited what would become of the next few minutes... hours... days... it didn't matter, so long as there was an end and that he was amused.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:32 pm
Acropilis smiled at his opponent and saw the determination in his eyes. All he wanted to do was win the fight and get on with his studies. He knew that in judging his opponent and his own strength, the fight would be like that of Troy when Priam's eldest son went against Achilles in a one on one. The question is who was who in this fight and who would win and survive this fight. Acropilis wanted to entertain his comrades and himself while striking fear and intimidation into his opponent's army. He looked at his opponent in the eye and drew his sword in one smooth motion. He bowed and than put the sword back in its sheath as he assumed his defensive stance. (Note that Acropilis doesn't have the scythe, gun, or jacket and glasses in this fight but has more powerful aura).
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:38 pm
"Acropilis, my odd fighting partner of sorts... it has been quite the long time since we have last seen each other face to face. It seems that the messengers just do not tend to work as well as seeing one another in person... That aside, I hope to have an honorable fight... only one weapon used and any form of deceit used calling for an automatic disqualification. [Do] those rules seem to agree with you?"
The crowd growing agitated with what had almost appeared as a stall tactic by the General started to shout and cry for blood; lacking in what could be either construed as a sense of honor... or at least dignity.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:53 pm
"The only weapons I have are my fists and my sword. If those are your rules then I accept, but remember, we can use magic and aura. Yes, I have heard the rumors about you and your vast strength, now show me what you’re made of!"
He nodded at his opponent, for he too wanted a fair fight as well and the dignity needed to be preserved.
He then resumed his defensive stance and glared at his opponent. He openly challenged him to have the first strike and needed to prepare as such. He adjusted his legs to jumps and maneuver as such. His arms were on the sheath of his blade as his thumb pressed against the hilt. His body was rotated so his front showed to his opponent but his swords position was more concealed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:09 pm
Noting his almost cocky sense of self satisfaction, Kazuyasu rent himself of his short sword, bow and stave... them only being there seeing as how it was ritualistic that he equip everything he had to use, even though the only weapon he really ever had to use was the bow in battle and the stave for simpler objectives. After having rent himself, he had gathered all of his items and threw them to one of his favored generals, a man he had admired since his childhood, only knowing of him through rumours in his village, a man named Octavius. He was also a high ranking general, matching Kazuyasu's rank, yet just slightly lacking in talents and fluidity.
"So thou intends on drawing me in... well so be it!"
Kazuyasu cried as he unsheathed his weapon, opted the Crackler for its electric properties. As he wielded the blade, a small current ran through it yet as he moved it around in the air, it had started to gather friction in the air, adding to its charges, the power of which pulsing faster and faster, some visible sparks actually coming off of the blade itself.
His half armour clad wings flexed, then beat downwards giving the warrior a short boost from the ground as he led his strike with a perfectly streamlined lunge, the blade picking up more and more of a charge as he flew faster and faster towards Acropilis, hoping that he would dodge his impact. The General didn't want to fry his opponent on his first swing. To do so would be boring... and of course, the crowd wouldn't be pleased.
"I swear Acropilis, you better dodge this!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:34 pm
"As you wish." Acropilis drew his blade one handed and pressed the end of the handle against his shoulder, making the blade go parallel to the ground. As he did so, he lunged a this opponent, full force, and mid-air, grabbed his opponents' arm with the sword with his free hand as he let the long sword thrust itself towards his opponent. His blade was literally 2 centimeters away from his chest cavity by the time he had grabbed his opponent’s hand and forced his parry.
With his gripping hand, he used aura shockwaves from his palms to send radiant pulses through his bones and nerves to cause problems in the receiving of brain waves. This strategy was a mix of Arnese and regular sword fighting. The places were Acropilis specifically grabbed along his opponent’s arm was his wrist so he could send the aura shockwaves from there and keep a solid grip on his opponents hand to limit evasion.
“Tell me angel, what is your name?” He asked mid lunge before he was in the position described earlier. He was curious to know since there was a chance of him fighting this angel again and he wanted to research him for the next fight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:50 pm
Having felt the burst of energy course through his body, although it being a sharp feeling, Kazuyasu fond an almost sick sense of enjoyment from the burst, seeming as though he took in energy from the blast.
"My name you ask?" He said with a grin, almost going into a state of mild laughter; "Why, it's Kazuyasu. Five Star ranking General in the Army of God." After having chuckled for a bit, he exclaimed, "The reason why I wanted you to dodge... or in this case counter was so I could actually get a gauge in of your strength. Don't worry... there's still PLENTY more to come."
After having received a bit of a shock from Acropilis, he had essentially donned a new persona, one of much more confidence and lax behaviour. After seemingly flipping this switch in his brain, Kazuyasu swung his sword around in the air a few times, gathering up a charge and then placing the blade to his armour, sending the courses of electricity through his body.
"Ah... NOW I'm starting to get a little heated up! The charges... they make me feel alive again!"
Apparently, Kazuyasu had a bit of an electricity fetish...or so it could be seen as... yet in actuality, his body had adapted to his weaponry, allowing himself to become like a catalyst... a battery of sorts, storing all this energy and then manipulating it to his own will.
"Now let's put on a show!" Kazuyasu's enthusiastic war cry had enticed and boosted the morale of his army and even members of the demon fleet awaiting an exciting match between the angel and the demon.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:44 pm
Acropilis smirked as his opponent’s new confidence. "My name is Acropilis, 13th heir to the throne of Hell, Apprentice of Lucifer and leader of the elite strike force of Hell's army, pleasure to meet you acquaintance." He was appalled by his opponent’s electricity fetish, but not surprised. His own dark side grew and he became more sarcastic, his senses widened, his aura multiplied immensely, and his attitude was more of that of a firebrand. His eyes grew wider with anticipation
"After seeing that display, your words speak true on you rank, but you right on one thing." He paused as he made a gesture to his audience.
"We haven’t even chipped the iceberg, lets give them a show to remember!" He roared like a lion while saying so as his side of the crowd roared with him. He let the crowd go wild with him, raising the motivation of his men through the roof.
"Now let's get started." As he said so, he reached his sword out and began letting his armor sink into his flesh. The armor gave him extraordinary amounts of aura and gave his skin the same protection, except much lighter since the armor weighed about 400lbs. in total. He was in speed form (look a signature for reference) and the crowd roared with delight at this rare sight. Every demon in all of hell knew that only the most powerful of his opponents would get to see his speed form and only two have seen his final form after this. His raw aura was so immense that some people in both sides of the arena were forced to the floor by the pressure. The form would grant him god-like speed since his armor was removed and let his power and flexibility go full range without any limitations. His senses like his eyes were enhanced since his eyes were more yellow and demon like and his ears began taking proper shape. This was a sight to be hold, and Acropilis, after finishing his transformation took stance at his opponent and leaped at him so within literally two seconds; his knee was one foot away from his opponent's face.
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