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((Good, you've been paying attention, though I will note I forgot to mention that Lyger's memories go in and out, his head isn't a safe place to be. That and The Ruby Mask is supposed to be just a featureless sheet of ruby, no eye slits or anything. I submit to you, Tacitus, Avatar of Time and Grav Spike.))

A rush of wind signalled the coming of The Chosen, gravity itself begining to spike and drop off, the flows of magic even begining to become erratic. High above a single point of violet light flared into existance, a sphere containing the form of Jordan Daize, known to his coworkers as GPD Commissioner Tacitus Nusradai. The orb would streak down and impact the ground, sending a compressing the earth around him, but creating no shockwave as the ground visibly depressed, metamorphosing any stone that lay far below.

In a like defiance of gravity the form of Agent 17 stood with arms crossed and head turned down, a shimmer of orange running up one arm of his black trenchcoat and a glimmer of green down the other. His wild orange hair seemed to float around his head, strands of hair dancing around two small horns that would have otherwise been hidden, a motion soon imitated by his clothing as he truly floated in a zero-G field. He slowly looked up, the light catching his orange shades to give him an inhuman look, "Shall we dispense with the pleasantries or just call it a day and go get some ******** doughnuts right now?"

((I'll get his bio done...eventually...))

((Hah, nice. ^_^))

Should The Blade be utilizing the Sightless Eyes of the Mindblaze Dominion that show the flows of energy and heat, Tac would be lit up like a chistmas tree. Three blazing points of light that, combined, were enough to nearly blind such sight at close range. The centermost point of light seemed to swirl in upon itself, showing no less than five different auras manifest as one. Of course, if The Blade wasn't, he wouldn't see that.

Regardless, time seemed to come to a screeching halt as the two lights that encircled his arms were manifest, a long tube of brilliant orange and black running up his left arm while what seemed to be a tower shield of intermingling leaves and the foirce of life itself formed from the light around his opposing arm. Orcus and Carine, weapons of his own creation that were bonded to him now and forevermore.

As time returned and Lyger moved Tac's perspective was torn from his body, and he watched as his body was torn asunder from every viewpoint possible. Five seconds at max was what he had to work with, and work he did. Carine had begun to focus upon charging her various shields, and Orcus was already loaded with an antimagic grenade when Tac's perspective was thrown back into his body. Violet light would flare around him as he simply dropped below The Blade, and in turn his assault. The gravity where he had been would be reduced to such an extreme degree that it would reach high in the negatives. With The Blade's velocity and momentum, he'd be thrown skyward by the extreme gravimetric forces.

As Tac dropped he curled into a roll to pop back up into flight, darting in the opposing direction from The Blade at an ever increasing speed as he seemed to fall upwards. Within his mind the divine energies of his god were called upon, the mind of Jordan seeking out Aetas in prayer. From the points where Carine and Orcus contacted with Tac a form of armor would begin spreading out, one a demonic plate of orange and black, where the other was, while not the polar opposite, opposed all the same, leaves and a depiction of life itself.

Ok, this is an OOC post until further notice. I made a nice long post, and Gaia ate it.

The gist of it is this!

Carine blocked explosion, Tac stopped prematurely to disrupt the assault by simply not being where he should have been, and went the other way. Two magebane grenades in Orcus, whom is charging. Carine is focusing her own energies into Tac for that same spell he was casting. Also insert some crap I had written to describe the coming spell, which can come later.

The armor has completed across his torso and head, and was slowly working down his legs, a seam running straight down his middle where evil and life met one another in a clash of white light given solid form. As he rose ever higher the air around him stayed the same while that outside a sphere of influence became thinner and thinner. From his location high above orcus chirped once, and then clicked twice. A single word ushered out from within the helm that was broken into the visage of that of a demon and that of some gentle giant of a beast.

"Fire."

Two streak of violet light leapt from Orcus as a huge shockwave of orange light pulsed out from around him, as if the fabric of spacetime itself were shuddering at the launch. The two Magebane grenades were propelled onward by a grav field all their own, unable to be drained, altered, or influenced by any magical means due to the antimagic field they gave off after leaving the barrel.

The spell formulating within Tacitus's mind was slowly being pieced together by the divine will of his Lord of high. Knowledge had been passed along to him in sacrifice, and was now being returned, and could be returned many many times again, if only Tac would pray for it. Images began to formulate within the section of his mind partitioned for Jordan, those of his own life, of two long pistols crossed and superimposed over the image of a clockface, and the third to form was of a greataxe many times larger than any man in the shape of the Rune of Torment.



((Thats the Rune of Torment))

((Lyger...nothing can go faster than light, not even light itself. Once something goes the speed of light, it becomes light. The Dominion can move at the speed of light because MD controls light, and can shape light into energy, and back into a solid form.))

With their target no longer laying far below the two genades raced up to revolve around Tacitus as he sped ever higher, but his ascent would be interupted as his perspective was torn from his body and he watched his body cut into three not so equal sized pieces. This foe was fast, and seemed to have a great deal of strength behind him. Not a good combination at all.

Time began to flow backwards as his perspective was thrust back into his body, tactile sensations temporarily disabled. An aura of slowing magic pulsed out from Carine, one of the protective 'shields' she utilizes, utilizing a control of time once known to her master. Tac, being immune to temporal effects, was not slowed, but Orcus was temporarily suspended in action. With a combination of gravity colliding with him from the left side, temporal manipulation, and his own brand of hindsight, Tac was able to escape with a serious laceration upon his left arm that would have otherwise left it useless and a missing horn.

He continued upwards, the air now totally unbreathable outside of his own sphere of influence, he was almost in space, though the air around him would be maintained by the grav field he radiated from said sphere inwards. Without a personal -pressurized- atmosphere, the body would explode with a delightful popping sound. Though, "In space no one can hear you pop."

Within the mind of Jordan Daize, a fourth symbol was forming, that of two longswords crossed and a brilliant white light shining out from their point of contact. The armor that covered Tac would begin to heal over his arm, now that it had covered him from head to toe, though the seam down the center seemed distorted, as if that of the devil was mixing with that which lived were merging.

((And finally I post. ^__^ OMFG!!!! Dominion Nuke on Steroids!!! This posting style might seem a bit wierd, but I'm in a wierd mood.))

Perception. Action. Perception. Reaction. Perception. Completion.

Perception. A flurry of motion would surround Tacitus as his body seemed to become lost within the upper atmosphere, scattered as if destroyed. Obliterated.

Perception Action. Light would blaze in the sky, overwhelming the destructive force as four streams of light pulse outwards, originating from the single point where Tacitus would have been at time of impact.

Perception Action Perception. The skies began to bend to the will of the Father, light consuming darkness and turning night to day and onliterating shadow, only to create another that much deeper. Four symbols blazed of their own accord high in the sky, the light pulsing out from their existance and plainly displaying to all exactly what they were.

Perception Action Perception Reaction. Each of the four points continued outward, a globe of green and orange ferrying each further and further from the blast, the forces of time and patience meeting with explosive force as aspects of alignment were thrust forth. Each of the four seemed to link to one another for a brief moment as the light was banished from this realm, a single stream passing from each through the boundaries of time and space to call forth The Fated.

Perception Action Perception Reaction Perception. Speed. Such speed. Speed that surpassed the limits of logic and reason, breaking any laws and regulations physics might place upon those that existed within reality. Was he going faster than light, or was light slowing down to let him pass?

Perception Action Perception Reaction Perception Completion. The four points began to cascade down a waterfall that surpassed gravity and time, tumbling to earth at a speed that rivaled that of The Fated. Each of them impacted the ground with the force of a feather touching earth, despite speeds that looked as if they could shatter one's existance into little more than light. The feel of heavy temporal magic floated in the air, untouchable by the mist as it did not fully touch on this timeline.

From each globe a figure emerged.

The first was The Chosen, pulling the image of a black hole that floated before him close to his being, forming a blazing purple orb in one hand as a 9mm jumped to the other, aimed at Lyger. He appeared as Tac had at the begining of the fight.

The second was two great hands gripping the Rune of Torment, a huge axe taking shape, but an even bigger man bursting forth from the confines of the bubble that was far too small for his ten foot frame. The Tormentor was unleashed upon existance once more. Wild red hair and blood red eyes complimented by black armor covered in dried blood.

The third was The Faithful, the two longswords upon the image torn away as the blinding light gave birth to a man equal to The Tormentor in his strength, but of a holy origin, clad in white and gold with a mane of white hair.

The fourth was The Determined, a long serated blade with a mask superimposed behind it in a field of darkness. The blade was pulled back into the darkness and the mask faded with a mad cackle as The Determined seemed to merge with the shadows.

The last was The Fated himself, the clockface shattering as two armored hands reached out to take up the pistols crossed before it, the two pistols melding with the armor and sinking deep within as the line between life and evil became tainted, fading as the two were lost within one another. Upon his head a single horn grew from the evil, stretching towards the sky, tainted with streaks of green while the side of life had devloped a small horn, giving his head the appearance of a crescent moon.

The great beast of a weapon, Orcus, was raised as Tac smirked, "I'd like you to meet some friends. Me. " "Me" "Me" "Me" "And Me." Each of the five versions of Tac were standing twenty feet from Lyger in a star pattern an intangible link of existance joining them, "I'll give you one last chance to accept my offer of doughtnuts. I'll buy."

Perception. Action. Perception. Reaction. Perception. Completion.

Tac blinked, all of them did. The Fated was the only one to speak, "******** I wanted a doughnu....." And then the whole existance thing kinda stopped.

Damn.