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The air shook as if a mighty thunder was rumbling and then it just stopped. Shagrath's clothes and hair no longer flapped upwards as the depravity in those piercing lavender orbs he called eyes went away.

His mana had been moved through the arena floor and nearly one hundred feet below the earth to meld with a favourite tool of his. Now his mana could move through the earth better since it had already done the hard part of the first journey making another connection to the below far easier.

Shagrath spun on his right heel rather quickly and walked back over to his entrance door. A silent, graceful movement of horrific beauty. A pitch black sphere surrounded both of Shagrath's hands down to the wrist. They were outlined with stark white lines that were also inside it to show an outline of his hands and part of the longcoat sleeves.

The spheres undulated to lose the perfect shape and wobbeled as Shagrath walked back through his entrance as the doorway and hall leading from it were becoming pitch black as well with only white lines to show where things were. It seemed to spread like an infection across the arena walls until an area with a twenty foot radius had been covered across the wall. He was still in the arena though.

The spheres around Shagrath's hands had an evil taint to them as did the arena walls that now had that undulating black energy covering them. Like the ocean rippling so did the walls as something pushed it's way through. This mass had no defined shape and could not have fit through the doorway. Slowly a rectangle shape formed with more features coming through as the mass vibrated making it look like a double vision trick.

Shagrath came through next as the black mass covering the wall rippled where the arena entrance was to the point of bouncing. He had both arms out and was pushing the back of the large 184.50 inch long, 86.50 inch wide, and 79.00 inch tall mass out of the infectious wall that had a distinctly evil taint to it.

As Shagrath pushed the object along with his body angled as if were rather heavy. As Shagrath was completely out of the mass on the wall he stoped pushing a full foot from the wall and went down with his hands on his knees and feet shoulder width apart bending over much like a winded person does. Why was Shagrath tired though?

The mass on the wall quivered and like jello on a wall fell upon him. The mass intertwined with him as it wrapped it self around Shagrath and semed to just dissapear under his longcoat or be soaked up like a sponge into his body. After the thud from this the arena wall had no trace anything had been on it as the mass infront of Shagrath quivered as a tar like goo melted off the 15.375 foot long mass to reveal another black mass.

The goo sludged over to Shagrath as it bubbled like tar in a swamp and smelled just as bad. Shagrath though, having just absorbed the entire wall he had made seemed fine again as he walked over to his new toy and the goo looked to be sucked up by the soles of his boots with no trace of it left.

Of course this was not summoning. In no way shape or form was this summoning. Summoning implied that Shagrath had created the thing infront of him or transported it through a long distance teleportation to him. He had phased it though. The mass had been to big to fit through the entrance to the arena so Shagrath, not wanting to have to pay for a new hallway for the arena since his current funding had gone to the toy infront of him, had used a phasing spell on an object to get it through the arena walls and doorway without having to empty his wallet out for construction workers.

Of course this phasing spell had a heavy toll attatched to it since it even wore Shagrath down who had a seemingly limitless supply of mana. Since he had held the doorway open with a constant mana link and moved a very large and heavy object through it while having to concentrate on his spell Shagrath had used far more than normal. Of course with that constant link his spell had been able to be absorbed and 80% of it's power returned to him. Spells were to be avoided today.

The spell in question was a piece of Abyssmal magic which explained why it looked and acted like it did. Rather than open a portal to the Abyss and then come back into the prime materia like most did, Shagrath had instead corrupted the wall into a gateway through the Abyss and hyper accelerated the particles in it causing the walls to be like air allowing passage as long as his spell stayed intact, which it had, letting Shagrath get his new toy into the arena unscratched with no bill.

Of course such a feat was not easy. Shagrath had been alive for hundreds of thousands of years to perfect his craft. This was something that Shagrath did not like doing since it was a part of the magickal craft he had not fine tuned and perfected it making the spell useless to him in everyday use.

Shagrath's mastery over the craft was astounding still as even the half Incubi Merlin couldn't hold a finger to him.

Shagrath's "toy" was all black with silver metal studs showing where the metal plates had been drilled together. Shagrath was beside his toy now, on the right side according to him, but the left to his opponent.

All he really knew about Trei was that Oblivionic had lost to him. Well as far as anyone knew Shagrath and Oblivionic were as strong as each other, but that was far from the truth. While Oblivionic was about a C or possible B class in his current form which by most standards is fairly powerful. Shagrath was easily a high S rank and still in his larva stage.

Some might even call him an Omega class being. The numbers and letters meant nothing to him though. His left hand wrapped around a silver colored horizontal handle and pulled back causing one of the black metal plates to swing outwards as Shagrath steppped into the contraption and the plate shut with a thump.

A loud roar filled the arena as the contraption shook and Shagrath looked from behind a thick layer of bullet proof glass onto the arena. Sitting in one of the black leather seats with a wheel infront of him and two pedals near his feet Shagrath reached with his left hand and pushed the "play" button on his brand new black iPod nano hooked into a stereo system.


The black fingernail scrolled down the play list as a selection was made and Promise of Fever surrounded Shagrath in his new toy. Leaning back and relaxing with his hands behind his head Shagrath listended to his music as if it were nothing as his eyes closed waiting for his opponent. Playing it at rather loud level not a noise could be heard outside those metal doors.

Shagrath's toy was a big black H1 Hummer. Weighing in at 8,800 pounds with crome detailed rims and light armor plating across the body added to the weight as well as a few other modifications he had made. The 6.6 liter V8 diesel engine made a puttering sound as it sat there with the key in the ignition and the doors locked.

A upside down ridged golden cross adorned the grill in place of the brand, crome encircled pentagram spinners on each wheel, a dark lavender underglow, andthe same colored smoke emitted from the crome tipped tailpipe.

Shagrath lay there waiting and listening to his music as some more sonic assaults of black metal pierced the air in his shiny new hummer.

He had nothing but time.

Shagrath's face popped up in the front window on the right side and Trei's left. A British or Japanese model since the driver's side was where most would have passengers.

A sick grin crossed over his face with the tips of his upper fangs stealing a quick glance as that malicious look faded and a loud dragonic roar rolled through the arena air as the engine came to life and the monsterous "toy" shook when shifted into drive from park. Shagrath's right boot struck the floor with a thud as the gas pedal was literally floored.

Sand and dirt were both picked up as the Hummer raced towards Trei quickly gaining momentum with the distance being covered at an alarming rate as Shagrath glanced back to his cargo. Some extra fuel and fertilizer sitting there that had slid back from the sudden acceleration. Apparently he liked to garden and didn't want to run out of gas. Twenty, thirty, fifty, and soon to be more as the spedometer showed an ever growing number as the Hummer raced towards Trei. Hw2 began playing as the mad man known only as Shagrath seemed to have many a plan in that twisted mind of his.

Since Trei had entered and was still near his point of arena origin and given the Hummer's rate of acceleration the two would collide, providing Trei didn't move, within six seconds give or take a few moments.

The monster raced towards Trei as the headlights were more like glaring eyes with a great black beast attached to them. What could be going through Shagrath's head?

What indeed?

Given the small windows a Hummer has Shagrath couldn't see to much around him. However he could "feel" that orb of Trei's and knew it could not be avoided. Rather tan keep going straight Shagrath's left arm snapped into action with the handbrake as his right arm made a sharp right turn with that orb coming in.

With the sand underneath, the sheer size and weight of the Hummer, the usage of a handbrake in a sharp swerved turn in an SUV/truck thing, and the laws of physics with weight and energy distribution still working had the combined effect of flipping Shagrath's "toy" over as it was sent careening through the air toward's Trei's position.

Of course the "grenade" still hit the engine. The mass of metal and plastic spun end over end at odd angles as it bounced across the ground as the orb struck the top of the engine closer to the gas tank rather than the bottom. With the quick spins, turns, and flips causing the front and sides to tumble across the ground so what hit next was a mystery. An explosion rocked the Hummer as it's spinning caused trei's grenade to rip through the entire engine more effectively than previously thought.

A fiery explosion from the diesel engine as the entire mass was immolated and the super glue that held part of the machine together melted as did parts of the engine from the intense heat. His cargo was up in flames quickly enough as the fertilizer spilled out with the extra diesel fuel and another explosion.

Fertilizer contained potassium nitrate which was highly flammable and when diesel fuel is mixed in it becomes a very explosive combination. The ensuing explosion sent pieces of flaming wreckaeg flying across the entire arena with a massive fireball from the explosion.

Exact size was not an issue. The walls of the arena wouldn't be scroched, but since the epicenter had been the middle of the arena a large portion would be burnt. A thirty foot radius or sixty foot diameter which ever you preferred was the immediate size of the blast area. Black smoke filled the arena as blue and green flames burned the air with the air shimmering from the heat as fuel and fire both had been sent across the arena.

The smoke billowed out, but due to the arena being underground it began to choke the air as it became a thick black mass that filled up the arena at an alarming rate. Worse though was what was burning, toxic gases from the plastic, ferilizer, diesel fuel, rubber, and the underglow gas fluid mixture. Thick choking black, blue, green, and even purple smoke began to encompass the arena as the fire burned itself out until only a flaming chasis and some debris were left white hot masses of indistriguishable goop.

What of Shagrath though? He had just been caught in a blast that could turn a four story building into rubble. The chasis had been sent crashing into the wall and was still on fire and not much could be seen through the wavering air and smoke as black and orange flames had engulfed the mass. Steel had been torn and melted like nothing and landed thirty feet from Trei's right side cracking the wall from impact.

Something moved. A snapping and popping sound as the flames crackled and metal bent. The flames died though and Shagrath wasn't there. Had he been turned to dust? Had a simple explosion killed him? Trei, and many others might start celebrating now.

In the center of the arena the flames rose higher and higher as the orange flames streaked with black reached higher and higher only fan out over the ceiling. With Shagrath's apparent death it was as if hell itself was exploding. A jet may as well have been in the arena with the roar splitting the air as the swirling flames got closer to the center and that celebration might stop. The black and scorched earth was cracked in several places as the cylindar of flame grew thinner and thinner revealing a figure in black. Death perhaps?

Small fires were scattered about the now hot and dry arena as poison gas was mixing with the air above and was only a matter of time before it filtered down to the arena.

Black grit swirled about as the figure as the earth beneath it began to crack reaching outwards over the blast area of charred earth. Rising and falling distortion in the ground with a few small shakes. If Trei was sensitive to or could "feel" a being's power he might start shaking. That thing in the middle of the arena was giving off a terrible power. The kind of terrible power filled with such a hateful and unholy taint that it was disheartening to even be near. An awe and fear inspiring force that most beings never even imagine. The feeling a sleeping god has just woken up.

It only stood there in that long black coat concealing all in it's slightly over six foot slender frame, even it's face was solid black as the lowered head rose to reveal nothing but black. At this distance features would probably be hard to make out as something near the top of the head moved as two white orbs with lavender then black orbs coloring it shown for only a moment as black skin draped and covered the color. Lavender eyes. Not many being's had that eye color, Shagrath did, but he couldn't have survived the blast, could he? If Shagrath was dead though what was standing there and if he had survived what was he doing?

((And then Riddle summoned a comet to crush them all while flipping through naughty French lithographs. XDD

Riddle winz the battle and then gives all his gold to charity.))

The grit on Shagrath's face began chipping off and spiraled out as the black ash fell to the earth revealing Shagrath without a scratch to be seen. Not particularly caring for conversation or what Trei was doing Shagrath went back to his first activity before the match.

His mana melded through the earth far easier this time since he had already done it before. Seventy feet down resided what he wanted. He needed some time though for this to work and didn't want to dissapoint the fans.

That strange power gathered within and around Shagrath as the final black flakes left his face. He had no reason to move, but he might. Wrists bent with palms facing the ground as those claw like fingers bent at the second and third knuckle to grasp something that wasn't there. Then clenched fists as a few more cracks came up and Shagrath's unique blend of mana worked it's way through the ground below as he simply stood there.

Unruly black hair swayed in a nonexistant wind as Shagrath simply waited as his power gathered and his plan ever furthered. That display would probably come off as arrogant though. Good, let Trei come to him.

Spectators begin keeling over in the stands, their bodies expanding to an eventual pop as a tsunami of blood errupts from within their own veins. The song of blood hangs in the air, a rushing pulse of the very life of every living thing. When finally the rush stops and the blood curdling screams die down the visage of insanity rests calmly among the errupted bodies. The sickly crown of hair and dried blood rests atop his head, jagged angles of crystalized bodily fluids glinting in the light. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, watching intently as the filthy criminal fought this demon. He had to wonder if he'd ever paid that ticket...