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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 2:19 pm
The Avatar of the Dominion vs. Sir Ivan of Centrillia
FIGHT! Time extension: 7 days instead of 3
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:48 pm
The entrance of The Avatar is simple. As if from an orbiting pwn cannon, a beam of light and energy falls from the sky, tearing into the arena and filling the entire 300ft diameter expanse. The ground is torn to pieces and thrust up in a tumultuous arrangement of crags and upturned rocks with all the dust that had been covering the area turned to glass. When the light faded a single pinpoint remained, the beating heart of a featureless man built of light and energy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 9:46 am
((Note: Ivan and Malice combined their forces. I am now Belillial.))
The skies darkened to a point where no sunlight shone through the thick black swirl of chaos above, things on the ground darkening and the Earth becoming grey and cold. All of the usual sounds of life ceased, the birds stopped chirping, the cool, light breeze stopped blowing. It was replaced, however, by an ill wind from the North, a chill, biting wind that ripped through the flesh and froze the bone. As all of this action came to a climax as thunder boomed all about Avatar, the area in the center of the black stromclouds swirling and warping ever so slightly, distorting to a point that a small hole opened in the center of the mass, revealing a black, chaotic abyss unlike any other seen. Dark energies and beings swirled about in a cyclone of greif and torment, this gruesome image not unlike the vivid images of hell painted by various preachers and preists over the years. Souls and demons let out dolorous wails and shreeks, women scraming and children crying as a column of hellfire erupted from the abyss, roaring down to the ground like some fell, winged beast. as it made contact with the cold Earth, the immedeate area was torn asunder, fresh crags and random, twisted monoliths of black marble bursting forth and clawing at the sky like gnarled fingers. The fire burned from quite some time, but as the flame receeded, the figure of a man truly larger than life became visible, towering over tacticus by at least a two foot difference. He seemed great and terrible in his wrath, but his sky blue eyes emanted calm and peace. This was Bellilial. He wore a long black leather coat, which was deceptivly heavy and cumbersome due to the embedded plates of the various metals of Hell, strange alloys that were nigh indistructable, but weighing the equivalent of a small car. Ten normal men would collapse under the burben Bel was carrying now just on his shoulders, but under this he more tough, black leather armour with the same embedded plates as well. In spite of this, his movements were fluid and graceful as he approached his opponent, stretching out a long arm and gauntlet clad hand in a friendly gesture.
"Hello..." he boomed, his voice echonig all over the stadium. "I hope we can have a good fight. Its been so long since Ive found a worthy opponent."
His serene blue eyes locked with Avatar's, waiting for a relpy as he surveyed the damage he had caused. For a moment a small ripple in the air pulsed from behind him, the giant quickly snapping around and glaring at the apparently invisible.
"Xerxes sit still! Im not allowed to use you in this! I must win by my own means." he said, roaring at first but quickly recomposing himself and waiting for a reply from his newfound foe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 1:11 am
((Note, you mentioned a Tacitus (even though you misspelled it) in your post. Take note that this is not Tacitus, that character being used elsewhere. He is The Avatar or Mindblaze, nothing else. XP))
As the flames died down around the entrance of the scary man from hell the Avatar stood, or rather floated just above the ground, in complete silence, as still as a statue. It was fortunate that flame had been introduced to the system, for now The Avatar was given the first step to something greater. The flames leapt from the flashy entrance that rivalled his own and began burning in midair, supported and dominated by the many collective minds of the Mindblaze Dominion.
With a field of flame surrounding him the Avatar spoke only once, the voice pulsing from his core, "Shut up and die, I have better things to do." A single hand rose and was directed towards the man's skull, a flash of light encompassing the being. Light would spring into being around Bellilial, trying to fry him from the intense heat that accompanied it, a heat tainted by the will of Mindblaze that was extremely unwise to absorb, as it would not be fun worth a damn. At the same moment a blast issued forth from the outstretched palm of The Avatar, a laser beam of magical origin directed so as to slice through the man's skull and obliterate his brain and other fleshy bits upstairs.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:46 pm
((My bad dude. I saw my mistake and tried to edit but I guess I goofed. Can I get an extension for post time because school keeps my from posting every day... Note that the fire dissapated after my entrance my friend.))
Belilial was wide eyed with shock as the foe attacked him in the middle of his jovial, if a tidbit abrupt greeting.
I suppose he is ready to fight now... the tall, proud, fair faced warrior thought as he stared blankly into the light emanting from his foe's palm. Almost as if acting on instinct he leapt back and veered sharply left as soon as his foot met the ground, circumventing the beam attack with grace and style. In spite of his heavy leather and hellforge armour, he moved with lithe, light, fluid motions by some mysterious force.
"Well, that was a dirty shot..." he mumbled as he looked at the scorch marks on the ground, a long black trail being a haunting reminder of the strength of the attack. Had that fire been much hotter, the sand may have even become glass. He pointed towards the stands, the small ripple in the air that was the Shade Xerxes slithered off, as he was not allowed to take part in this battle. Bel decided not to bother with his nervana style. This was going to be a long, arduous fight and he needed every advantage he could muster. Silently, he reached under the armoured flank of his black coat, breifly revealing an odd, battleworn black holster that contained an even stranger weapon... A smooth, beautiful black cross. The surface of this glorious weapon was perfect, looking like the surface of a pitch dark, undisturbed lake as he held it proudly above his head. One might wonder why a Prince of Darkness would be using a cross as his weapon, but it was a memento of sorts from his old days as Sir Ivan of Centrillia, and had proved itself as a sturdy, reliable weapon time and time again. He deftly began to twirl the cross with skill and comfort between his index and forefinger of his right hand, taunting his foe to make another move.
"Well, since you seem ready to begin this little duel, I suppose there will be no friendly exchanges... Very Well. Good luck to you sir, and may the best man win." he boomed, his voice echoing all around the stadium and making him seem godlike in proportion to the silent Avatar. Bel stood in wait, looking his opponent over his his cold, calculation icey blue stare, sizing him up and analyzing possible weak points. This truly would be a clash of the titans.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 7:47 pm
((XP The structure of my first paragraph was a little wierd now that I read it again, but it was implied the flame was to be taken before it died down. Also, the sand already has turned to glass. XD The Avatar's entrace was basically a laser beam falling from space, but not quite, to be explained if I use it again.))
The illumination seemed to follow Bel as he moved, the ambient glow around him only growing as the arena itself began to fall into shadows. A corona of natural light was being focused around him, such pure light that the intensity would blind him to the actions of The Avatar unless by some other sense. Continued exposure to such bright light would more than likely be damaging to his eyes. It would be noted he made no sounds or smells unless he willed himself to, but his aura was of such an impressive degree it seemed to hardly want to be contained within even the arena propper.
Even before he could speak The Avatar interupted him, apparently focusing on the flames around him in order to draw heat from the continual flame that was now supported by his will, a reaction that gave no excess energy but merely created a nimbus of added light at this time. At this moment the second hand drew up and focused on Bel, the palm splitting open to unleash a torrent of small orbs of explosive heat and energy while the first palm cut a swath through the arena with another laser beam, the main target still being Bel's skull.
((As to your request for a time extension, I'll give one one week, thats seven days, per post.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 10:57 pm
(( An odd thing has come up here.
Two characters have supposedly merged to become one. However, both are still entered in the tourney. Should one of these forfeit in order to give the other one 'legality', or do we just treat it as some bizzare twist?
Why am I suddenly tempted to say "threeway"? ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:18 pm
((Sorry it hapenned in an RP... And I saw no other way around it than to fight as the combined character...))
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:37 pm
"Son of a b***h!" Bel roared as he slammed his fist into the ground, embedding the cross in the earth as the shadows created from the fire of the Avatar swarmed to him, coming forth from every cleft and corner of the arena and clustering about him and forming a nigh impenatrable barrier, a dark swirling mass about his behemoth form. It was a perfect orb as smooth as glass, yet it deflected the vicious barrage of flame from the Avatar and even deflected the beam, showing no signs of giving way. The main priciple was that where there was light, there was shadow, and the more fire Avatar used, the more shaodws he created. Thus, The sheild could hold as long as Avatar continued to use his flashy fire attacks, and Bel chuckled beneath his fortifacations. This was not all his wonderous weapon could do, but he was incabable of moving or retaliating in his current state.
"We'll see how long you like using your flame..." he shouted, his voice drifting over the roar of the fire all around him, his shield holding true as the curtain of darkness allowed him to see Avatar clearly inspite of the light. The fact that he was wearing sunglasses aided him aswell, the special shades cutting out the most potent of lights with relative ease. He smiled as he pushed them farther up on his nose, grinning as his darker, more evil side began to take over. Bel was a defensive master, and soon the counterattack would rain down upon the Avatar like a furious storm on a rocky shoal. Victory would be his.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:47 am
Bel would find one problem with his assumptions, the fact that The Avatar wasn't using the fire, just keeping it intact while he made preparations to use it. While it was true light creates shadow, the nimbus of light around Bel would simply not allow shadows to enter, such to the point where his attempt to create a shadow barrier was eliminated before it could even truly take hold. For some bloody reason he seemed to be forgetting he was surrounded by light focused and condensed even further than all the shadows the arena might provide. Furthermore, having sun glasses doesn't help when the light is just ******** everywhere, including starting to move into the eye itself. A burning sensation would begin to grip his eye as The Avatar clentched his fist with the split palm, the light in and around Bel's eyes exploding to melt his eyes from his skull.
The opponent seemed to think his shadows were absolute, and while the light was not absolute, trying to claim dominance through tactics of "I say so" wasn't going to be getting the shadow user anywhere. The light field was established and focused before the barrier could be created and drawing darkness to him would simply result in +1 meeting -1 resulting in a zero point, thus making no barrier and telling the light to shove it in that space. This meant that unless Bel could focus shadow with the efficiency of five hundred minds working together, he can just stop his little shadow games and get down to business.
As it was, Bel hadn't provided a proper defense against the light field and allowing it to remain uncontested was only increasing its power as the sun continued to...you know, exist. Even if clouds did mar the light falling, it didn't really matter as The Avatar was pulling light from extreme altitudes anyhow, creating an extreme sphere of influence for the light to be focused.
Now that the beating of the facts into Bel's skull was complete, secondary actions can be completed. As stated earlier The Avatar had clentched his plit palm to not only close it, but refocus the light that had already entered Bel's eyes to burn them from his skull in a very painful manner in which not even closing his eyes, forcing in shadows, or making bad a** glowing would help as the light was inside his eyes to begin with. The laser palm shifted as The Avatar began to move, his speed reduced to a state that can commonly be known as 'blurred' after clarification of speed limits given by official judges. The Avatar would quickly be upon the man, light and energy mixing with the light around him to throw a punch at his gut that held nearly no physical component but was thrown at a speed high enough to put an M&M through an Abrahms tank, the hard way. On contact the skin of this beast would feel as if Bel was getting punched by the sun itself, the heat tainted by Mindblaze's will. The flame stayed back, hanging in the air as it flooded with a deep crimson, visibly infusing with the will of the Dominion.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:42 pm
((Kid wants to play rough...))
Bel shook his head as he felt his sheild disappating radiply, though his opponent seemed to be ignoring the fact that this was a solid, dense shield that he had created by pulling shadows to himself and around his body, making them tangible and quite resiliant, thus unaffected by the application of light. Nevertheless, it began to slowly wear away, and the pround warrior was quite fed up with this foe's contemptuous attitude towards him.
"Enough!" he roared as the light went off in his face, unnaffected as the shades protected him in the most part. For all of the ferocity of the attack, it seemed to him to be merely a cameraflash, nothing more or less, and soon he recovered his eyesight. The sheer physics of light do not allow it to be 'everywhere', thus the Dark Prince was largly unaffected. Aside from this, the altitude from which the light is pulled is irrelevant to its intensity, and also the coulds blotting out the sun had a diminishing effect of the rays and nimbus. Bel was fascinated at how his foe could turn energy into matter, but he put this aside as his foe came barreling at him with a rash, bold punch to his armour plated stomach. With unparralelled* poise and finesse, he removed his shield and managed to sidestep the attack, Bel feeling the heat through even his thick armour as the punch whizzed on by. He was beginning to sweat, and the heat was beginning to irk him. He needed to get rid of this light, and quickly. Almost immedeatly the clouds grew thicker and more dense, the solid black mass covering the roof of the arena as it hovered low and expanded, the entire colliseum growing dim as the fans stared up in wonder.
Bel followed his dodge with a swift counterattack, surging forward and charging into his foe with a stone cold grimace set into his face, quickly attempting to land a quick, light, accurate punch to the frail looking Avatar's ribcage. His motions were fluid and connected, and it seemed as though he was skimming across the sand, though he struck like lightning with his well aimed attack, narrowing his eyes slightly in anticipation of impact. At that exact same time, small changes began to take over the fair faced warrior, his pale skin growing darker and more leathery, and his eyes fading into an odd shade of purple. Hopefully the clouds would damped the light attacks, but the forces between Avatar pulling the light down and Bel staining to keep his clouds in place would be a burden on his mind, and somehow he felt as though he would regret this moment later on, be it in a second or a hundred years from now. Regardless, every opponent has a weakness, and Bel inteded to find the Avatar's and exploit it to its fullest vile potential.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:52 am
The light field persisted, perhaps even intensified when the clouds began to descend, going against all logical physics. Why? Have you ever seen a man built of light? No. Have you ever seen someone put enough light and energy into a single point to give it the semblance of a solid nature? No. This entire being provided for Bel to fight seemed to go against physics and the natural way of interpretting light. It would be best to stop thinking like a science professor as soon as possible because this is the supernatural, and science takes a back seat to kickass.
That having been said, ribcage may not be the best way to describe The Avatar's torso, as he's a mostly featureless construct of light and energy, but the comparison does hold some weight. Instead of crushing bones or causing any real damage the man simply breaks through the energy field surrounding The Avatar and plunges his fist into the equivalent of a star. Heat pours out as the ground around them melts, the heat along likely enough to incinerate Bel's hand entirely. Maybe punching the frail thing wasn't the best idea, mostly cause the sucker looked like he could explode on the level of nuclear.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:40 pm
((So Im going to assume that your not dodging...))
Bel smirked as his jab made contact with the Avatar, his face having a calm understanding as his left fist seemed to pass through a barrier, an energy field of sorts. The heat on his fist and forearm was unbearable and the Dark Prince winced as he felt the leather sleeve of his coat tear away, ripped away and burnt in the fire inside the Avatar. Still, he persisted and pushed his hand in deeper, roaring in agony as the flame and fire began to tear away at the Hellforge plates. They withsttod well, being fromed in the deepest pits of the Inferno, but nothing could last this long in such a harsh enviroment. It was like another world inside the body of the Mindblaze, but the proud warrior fought on, frothing at the mouth as he felt his tough, otherworld skin being peeled off of his arm. After a moment more of this suffering, the noted explosion occured, erupting from the wound in the Avatar and engulfing the Dark Prince in a wave of fire, not unlike a nulear explosion. All was swallowed up in the all consuming fire, the blaze roaring and spreading like none on Earth. After a while, all cleared, and the flame receeded, an enormous crater visible in the intense light...
Across the arena, sprawled out against a wall sat Bel, the tall, fair faced warrior, his face hidden behind his tattered locks of brown hair. His glasses were broken on his nose and his left arm was raw and bleeding from the fire of the Avatar. The leather coat was gone. It had been eaten up in the explosion, but the Hellforge plates and the Warrior's nigh indestructable skin had saved him from the brunt of the attack. The only injuries were cosmetic. Of course, when Bel became dissheveled, that is when the fight would truly begin. Even now, as he sat there looking borken and defeated, he began to laugh. It was a booming, mocking laughter that echoed across the slient arena. The puzzled fans looked on as he staggered to his feet, dazed by the explosion as he he reached behind his back, toying with a buckle that kept his Hellforge armour in place all over his body. The plates were closefitting to his skin and had been custom made by his underlings to aide him in battle, but their density, which was once an asset, was now slowing him down. With a mighty rumble, the armour on his chest and arms fell from him to the ground, creating a small crater in the already ragged, bare stone floor. All of the sand was scattered in the explosion. Next, the Dark prince removed his greeves and tossed his broken glasses aside. Now all that was left on his person was his cross, the case, a pair of pants with numerous pockets and pouches which were loose and baggy as not to hinder delitacte movements, and and a tight fitting t-shirt. His beret was still perched on his head, and he now cocked it back into its former position as his arm began to slowly repair the damage, the charred flesh sloughing off of his body and new, soft, plae skin growing in its place. Some unknown demonic ability was most likely the cause of this, though whether or not Bel himself WAS a demon was a matter to be discussed. He dusted off his newly formed, sinuous left arm, flexing once as all of the muscles reattatched to their former places on the underside of his skin. This muscular, tall man rotated his shoulders slowly, every bone in his skeleton emanting sickening cracks and pops as they readjusted to not having the heavy armour upon them. After a moment of this, when the fans were on the verge of vomitting, Bel smiled and stretched out his arms, waving them up and down with a sasisfactory grin.
"I feel like a whole new man... You have no idea how long its been since Ive had to remove my armour in combat..." he chuckled, thumping his fist on his chest as he surveyed to see if his bold attack had caused any damage to the Avatar. Little did the Mindblaze know, the jab wasnt really meant to break anything. No, there was a hidden supirse for later, and it would most likely rear its ugly head at the worst possible moment. That was unimportant at the moment, however. Now, Bel needed to find a way to hurt the Avatar. He shook his head and the clouds blew away, the Dark Prince deciding that they were not helping. He would just have to fight in the light. He had other ways of making things dark, but for option A to work, he needed Xerxes, and option B was risky at the least. Without another word, Bel lowered himself to the ground in a graceful, defensive stance, his left leg out in front of him and his right bent at the knee. His feet were parralel to each other and perpindicular to the front of the Avatar, which he was facing.He placed his left arm on the ground in front of him, using to counterbalance his weight and give him plently of room and push for dodging. Once more he began to twirl his cross, whch still rested in his right hand. Inspite of the previous heat, it remained as cool as ice. He spun is slowly in a counterclockwise motion, allowing his right arm to trail behind him. His muscles were taught, tense as drawn bowstrings and ready to snap and set him into motion at a split seconds notice.
"Try that s**t again, twerp..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:02 pm
When Bel had been forcibly relocated across the arena in the aftermath of his counterattack on the Avatar the man did not simply stand and wait for him to recover. The ground around him had been obliterated, but he had yet to move an inch, floating peacefully in the same location he had been since he arrived. Flames raged around him, continually growing in their intensity as the light from above began to refocus. That which lay outside the arena for quite some distance fell into darkness as a great orb of light grew into being high in the sky. The figure pointed both open palms at Bel even before the aftermath of the explosion pulled out of vision, his aim apparently guided by some other form of sight. Light pooled around his fists for a moment before a blast of light and energy erupted from his conjoined palms. The force of the blast alone would more than likely punch through the arena walls and destroy a great deal of that side of the stadium seating above. Thats kinda how it goes when a blast equivalent of a laser beam designed to take down a naval battleship is sent in your direction.
((Please realize this occurs before you can stand up and take off your armor, and certainly before you can even speak to the damned thing.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:37 pm
Bel smiled calmly from his stance, the beam rapidly approaching. He was not worried. The little maggot just kept fighting... Resisting the inevitable defeat and the eternal darkness. In a flash, Bel snapped into motion, veering out of the way of the beam and charging towards Avatar with lightning fast speed and long strides. In the middle of his first step, he set his weapon into a frenzy with a flick of his wrist, the cross becoming a black blur around his hand that could rend flash and bone with ease. It was spinning so fast, in fact, that it began to emit a high pitched screech, deafening to humans and completely unbearable to those with extrasensory abilities, the sound enough to cripple mortals and force them to double over on the ground, writhing in poain and covering their bleeding ears. The fans had been evacutaed as the fight was becoming too dangerous for the crowd, loss of life and limb being tohe consiquences for staying to watch the rest of the bout. The warrior seemed to almost be flying to the few remaining spectators, his body a blur as he covered the distance between the two in the blink of an eye. Just as he was about to collide with the Avatar, however, the Dark Prince veered to the left, having been running up the left side of the beam for the length of the attack. Time seemed to slow down for him, everything moving about half of its origional speed. Bel was not on the Avatar's front right as he leapt into the air and perfromed an odd sort of flip giving him a free shot at the back of the Avatar's head, putting all of his force and momentum into a collosal swing of his cross and aiming precisely where the base of his skull should be. This crippling blow had felled many a foe in one fell swoop, and bel hoped it would do the same to Mindblaze and end this fight quickly. He was growing weary of the opponents attitude towards him.
((Note I took off my before you posted, so deal with it.))
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