Welcome to Gaia! ::

His wait would be rather short as the skies began to darken with the wings of several full fledged Wings of beasts. Each were vaguely flesh colored with pus filled sacs and open wounds covering their bodies, and slung below each was a Ruby large enough to rival many of the larger diamonds known to man in face vaule. These rubies, however, were far from the kind one would want as part of a priceless collection, these were among the deadliest objects on the planet. The beasts were flying at speed that would put normal creatures to shame, but their sheer numbers and disregard for life was their goal. After all, they were cannon fodder.

As the massive numbers of beasts neared their target they began to dive, coming in from all angles, each and every last one aiming to slam into their target, hopefully just after the rubies, which were also being released to strike. All but five single Aven. Even if they were destroyed their purpose would be fulfilled. All of them. The Dominion was actually planning on, and even hoping their prey would destroy these vessels before they could even strike the ground. Rubies fell from all altitudes as the masses of Pseudonatural Aven swarmed in for the kill, though none would get it, by all likelyhood.

The Rubies, if shattered or destroyed would unleash something akin to a nuclear blast. The pure will of the Mindblaze Dominion charged with such an extreme amount of energy that being so contained was rather difficult, and opportunity for expansion would be gladly taken. A single ruby could wipe out all energy within a five hundred foot radius sphere at the speed of light. Once all the energies of the explosions and the Aven -once dead or obliterated- were added to the Blasts, all energy not bound within a source, heat included, would be consumed in a half mile radius, in all directions. Should the prey be caught within the first official test of the Dominion Nukes, a wave of energy would not only pass over him, but through him, tearing at him; mind, body, and soul. With each ruby among the several full Wings carrying enough energy to create a localized blast as if from a neutron bomb, the intensity and range would overlap and press outwards for truly devestating effects.

The true horror, however, would not be the initial blast, but the apparent nuclear winter. Temperatures would drop to well below zero, and would not phase the true deathblow to come. Once the energies reached their full expansion a Crimson Mist would fall out from solution as the energy was funneled away to not only return a small dose of heat back to the one mile diameter hemisphere, but rest with the Angel of Pwn as he prepared for his entrance. The Crimson Mist was far from any normal mists, having a much higher density than the norm, so thick it was nearly like soup. These high density mists could even repell the MD's one significant weakness, absorbing the emmanation at a quiker pace than they could bend the mists to nothingness. Over time the roof of these mists would cave in, unable to extend so high off the ground.

((This is just his way of saying Hello, btw. I wouldn't be using any "Nukes" in the tourney if allowed to use MD. Possibly very small rubies for a very localized effect, but nothing anywhere near this scale. Maybe enough for a 5 foot diameter.))

The massive force would meet its end long before any significant numbers could converge on their prey, but it had been expected and was merely a way to summon forth the full force of the Mindblaze Dominion. Crimson Mists rained from the skies in great billowing clouds of crimson death. Uponthe side facing his prey the great face of Mindblaze began to burn into existance, shaped by the contours of the cloud. His eyes burned with the light of suns and when his mouth opened to speek a flame burned within, "By the Will of the Mindblaze Dominion, your existance has been Marked for Consumption. Your magical and supernatural distinctiveness shall be added to my own."

The mass began to roil as beings began to take shape deep within, nothing like this world had ever seen, beings formed of the light and energy of the Dominion, great pulsating orbs of crimson light that were alive with energy, a small bit of mist at the very core, charged with so much energy it was abosrbed into the greater whole. By latching onto molecules and passing through electron clouds these great orbs could strike as fast as an electron could pass in flow, striking like lightning as two set out at first, streaming through the air in the shape of great sea urchins of crimson light. Each of the points across the two orbs ready to leap out and sink into any significant energy source outside the Dominion at a speed fitting of pure light. They were, essenscially, orbs of Lances with some of MD's Will at the core.

((And yes, I parodied Star Trek's The Borg. Look 'em up on Wikipedia, if you get bored. ^_^))

: biggrin eity - or Fierce, as some would have it - listens to the booming words of the giant visage. In return, he simply grins at him as calmly as he would any other day. The tall devil raises one brow at the pair of strange orbs coming at him, their signatures appearing very odd to him. He figures it best to avoid them, rather than attack or ignore them.

His tail swinging stiffly behind him, Deity flies upward and further into the air, watching to see if perhaps the orbs will track him down, as some other techniques often do. No matter if they do. Until the demon's opponent either shows up or throws something worth his attention at him, he has no need to worry.

Now higher up in the air and continuing to fly upward, he looks straight ahead at the roiling Crimson Mist, his face relatively blank. His power, in number form, stays at a low 200 million - in fact that's quit strong even for a group of powerful warriors. His aura appears to be suppressed, however.::

::Fierce continues smiling at the voice as it bellows out at him. If the assault he has recieved so far - if it can be referred to as such - is anything like his actual opponent is, Deity is to be incredibly disappointed. He silently hopes it gets more interesting. Flying up high while keeping his senses aware and an eye on the Crimson Mist, he sees the other two orbs racing at him.

They approach at high speed, and rather than continue, he slows down to a gradual complete stop, watching the orbs of energy as they close in. At the point of impact, nothing happens. They go right through the devil, as if he isn't there. When it's obvious that he is there. Just when they pass through, his hands still in his pockets, Deity glances over his shoulder at the spheres. It'd take remarkable senses to even realize he'd even done anything, much less know what it was.

Opting to stop running and just wait, Deity again faces the building energy in the Mist, awaiting the arrival of his opponent as his tail swings softly behind him like a pendulum.::

<<.....okaaaay. Here's another idea. Whenever you get the chance, make one big post that can speed up the match just a bit so your character can wake up and get into action. Because Deity has literally nothing t'do except not let these orbs hit'im... = =;;; ...it's getting tiring, writing the same crap over and over and over.>>

~Editted by Torment-Nothing changed but size~

::Finally, something worth the attention called to it. It was a strange sort of being, shaped like a human but with a series of eight strange tentacles on it's back. Whatever it was, it charged forth with impressive speed before attacking with four of those tendrils. Such an obvious attack is sure to miss. Surely enough, Deity ducks down below as they pierce through the air where he just was, missing him entirely.

In an instant, he is twenty feet above the odd figure, flying feet-first before coming to an abrupt halt and righting himself quickly. What had ensued was a massive double-heeled kick, aimed at the chin/chest area of the being, at such a godly speed that it was nigh impossible to follow, and undetectable with eyesight alone. If hit with this attack, a person of the figure's size would be sent haplessly into the clouds.

The red-headed devil can't even begin to know what sort of reactions this thing would have to physical attacks, however. Given that it appeared to be created of energy, he was also unsure of how ki attacks would fair against it.::

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::Still, no real attack. One of the tendrils vanished as another one appeared and hit Deity's left arm. It seems to have no affect apparent to him, however. He blinks a few times, shaking his arm idly in an attempt to get it off. Nothing. Oh well...he'll get it off one way or another, but now it doesn't seem to be a problem.

Just as the thought crosses his mind, four more tentacles jump out to grab him, along with another two orbs. In the blink of an eye, he's no longer there. If the Pseudonatural Beholders truly were what they seemed - eyes - it would take them longer to find Deity's new location if they could not feel the presence of his aura. He is now standing half a mile below the first Avatar, standing on the ground and looking up at it.

In the exact same instance in which he moved - and not waiting for the opponent to find him if they have not already - he thrusts his arms out, wrists together, and aims his palms at the Avatar. The ground quakes as he throws a powerful kiai at the light energy figure, deciding now to see what energy attacks will do to him. The kiai barrels up at him at roughly the same speed the Avatar was using before.::

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