Welcome to Gaia! ::

Izaya Amatsu

Sometimes, you got blindsided; sometimes, it was a snack machine hitting you in the side of the head that would wake you up. If nothing else, that was probably going to be Viral's problem in a minute as a vending machine arched through the air from the side to wrap it's hard metal and snacky goodness around Viral's body in an all too unkind manner. "YOU'RE DEAD!!!" Well that was certainly nice of him, giving Viral a heads up before he threw the vending mach-oh, wait no, the candy was already in air before the growl shocked half the mall's occupants. "Tch, you have to know looks like that could kill a guy, right? I mean, a stare like that has a 0.0000000000000087% chance of killing, right? So you can't complain if you die, RIGHT!?" Izaya reached over and wrapped his fingers around the crane game that oh so many people had won Jack Frost dolls from, before squeezing tightly as the glass shattered under his finger tips and he took the metal bar holding the device in hand, pulling upwards as he ripped the nuts and bolts out of the ground that had prevented anyone from moving it. This...wasn't normal human strength, was it!? But then again, Viral was a Demon, so better than anyone else he could probably tell that there was just no spirit power coming from this guy; he was simply built from the ground up with the fighting skills of a Fukoshi, and more than that, a body that any normal human, fighter, or even professional athlete would die for. Heck, even for a world where spirits and Demons existed, his strength...was off the charts. "Rrrrraggh! Fight me!" Izaya's cigarette fell from his lips as he shouted, lifting the device above his head with both hands as people flooded to evacuate around him, his rain of destruction far from helpless for the people caught in between. Maybe he was doing his best not to hurt them, but that didn't mean that he had the ability to throw things like this and make sure no one got in the way, either!

Izaya Amatsu

"You're pissing me off! RRRRAGGGHH!!!" And just like that, one of the oldest and most novel items in the mall went flying, stuffed Frosts flying through the air as the heavyweight machine flew like a baseball in ways that things that were not baseballs were never meant to fly. "You've got pretty impressive hands, want to try thumb wrestling? I'm warning you though, I might accidentally rip your arm off...with my thumb." From most people it would just be another taunt, but for Izaya there was a good chance that Rorek wasn't going to be snapping any puny human hands if he got anywhere near the death grip of the former Fukoshi, whose outfit seemed totally out of place in the everyday and even weirder in the middle of a Demon on demon brawl! And if he didn't treat Izaya like a monster himself, then he was going to learn a harsh reality, okay punk? Rrrragggh! Izaya lifted his hand to his mouth and blew on the back of his fist, the small glove giving off a unique whistle as he blew. It was high pitched and probably a little painful for Rorek's ears, but for Izaya it was just what he needed; and in the meantime he could feel his muscles beefing up a bit as he got ready to knock some sense into the trespasser! And as far as trespassing went, it wasn't even his mall! Izaya had just come here for a nap, this whole ordeal was some bullshit thrown on him at the last second! What the hell?

Izaya Amatsu

As the upper half of the old crane game came flying at him, Izaya grit his teeth, taking the device right on the button. As it shattered, pieces flying everywhere, some blood trickled down from beneath the moppy blond hair, Izaya's head lowered for a second. Then, a feral growl the likes of which Rorek would probably have to struggle to match came out, as his head shot up to look Rorek right in the eyes, as Izaya's voice carried over a few notches past any human level. "YYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOU'RE DDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEAAAAAADDD!!!!!" Izaya shouted, stomping forward and into the knee-deep water of the fountain that had always decorated the center of the mall, gripping the stone statue that spewed forth water. Then, with an enormous flexing of muscles the polished structure was torn from the ground as a font of water threw itself into the air, Izaya rearing his arm back and throwing the tall and stone-cold material like a javelin at the beastie. "Let's do it, punk! I'll break every bone in your hand!" Izaya grabbed the bench resting against the fountain, and threw it down in the water before putting himself there, setting his elbow where the statue had once been so he could snap those twigs he calls arms off the body that that damned mouth represented!

Izaya Amatsu

"Just where do you get off talking like that. You must think you're pretty hot stuff, huh?" Izaya might have been going about this simply, but that didn't change the fact that he was going to win this 'simple' contest with his full force! Almost before the Demon's fingers could wrap around his own, Izaya's arm flexed with it's full power, gripping with an insane might that could make creatures who had knives for fingers weep as he aimed to put Rorek's arm down in one go; the arm wrestling contest was on! "Don't get pissed if you bleed to death from losing an arm." Izaya shouted through grit teeth, pulling out a cigarette with his free hand and sticking it in his mouth before lighting it...he got down with that small action right around the time he started, and the smoke that had just started to waft away was suddenly blown away as if an explosion had taken place when his muscles tensed, another obvious sign that for once Wrath's Incarnate was using his full strength right from the go!

Izaya Amatsu

"Just who the hell do you think you're talking to!?" Izaya was struck with bewilderment for a second when Rorek's arm wasn't torn off it's hinges, but he wasn't so lax that he'd let some Demon get the better of him just from that. The fukoshi's muscles continued to hold with the tremendous force bearing down his arm, his fingers wrapped tightly around the inhuman hand that he intended to crush. "I won't lose to some mongrel who's better off digging through the garbage heap. Just...you...wait!" Izaya's boast almost ended too quickly as a grin spread over his face, the smoke still rolling backwards as if wind were pouring from their combined grasp like a hurricane. As if on reflex the strength Izaya was giving began to increase, and as his attention on the match began to grow he leaned forward and forward, until his head was hanging over the match with his forehead pressed firmly against Rorek's, bracing and shoving against the stupid natural blond's head with a strength that could break metal or give any man a concussion just from the impact. It wasn't intentional, but he'd put his spirit into forcing this stinking Demon back, and as a result his body was getting into the flux of this match in destroying the member of the Taihaku clan, before crushing him to dust beneath Izaya's own freaking heel!

Izaya Amatsu

Izaya felt his lips curl into a small, smug grin again as Viral returned the verbal fire, still confident he could be a match for Izaya's own strength. "Oh yeah!? Well maybe I am a hairless ape, but if you're the real thing that just shows how much I've evolved! You want to see the strength of a human, huh you dumb monkey!?" Izaya's fingers clenched again, and as his fingers did so the tips curled around Viral's knuckles, pressing down fiercely; it was a trick in arm wrestling, a way to get an advantage. Of course, it was one that was TOTALLY symetrical, and could easily be done the other way around! But that wasn't freaking important; not compared to the fire in Izaya's eyes that sprang up suddenly, as he gave a wicked grin the devil couldn't best. "Rrrrrraaaaaawwwwwwwhhhhh!!!!" Izaya let out a beastial roar as the blood dripping down his forehead, which was now tightly pressed to Viral's fell on their locked arms as Izaya suddenly pressed down on the arm wrestling contest, putting his whole weight into the battle. And as his aura seemed to fire up, the ground beneath them slowly cracked, and what had been a flat surface slowly bent downwards into a bowl, an empty crater that looked like the epicenter of a meteor crash from the two's fierce spirits. Then the cracks slowly spread upwards, inching along the concrete that had once held the statue and now this tumultuous battle, and at last it exploded as debree flew outwards, a few small specks flicking off Izaya's face as their arms now hung in air, interlocked with deadly force that not even that prepared bench could hold. If they wanted to put the other guy's arm down, they were going to have to put that arm on the freaking ground, damn it! "Rrrragraaahggghh!" Izaya's fighting spirit had clearly not dampened from the loss of their judge's table however, but instead continued to increase as he didn't let go, showing he intended to take this match to the finish.