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((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 Kar, 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 Kar'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.

((Thats a good idea cuz school keeps me off alot. I accept.))

"Very well!" Belillial boomed the dark prince, grinning broadly as he leapt back with a single lithe bound, soaring back through the air a good twenty feet and landing as lightly as a feather. How such grace and agility was possible under the heavy armour would have to be a matter left for another time, because suddenly, a trance seemed to fall over the tall, pround warrior. A serene, placid aura stole over him as he stood there, Xerxes the Shade clambering off of his back and scrambling into the stands as to spectate, visible only as a small ripple in the air. Bel was entering his dreaded Nirvana fighting style, a memento from his older days as a Saint instaed of a Warlord. his long, sinewy arms danlged loosely at his sides, the tall man blinking slowly as he analyzed his foe. Before long he was sure he had Kar pinned, nodding his head slightly as a signal that he was ready. A cool wind blew through the arena, whipping up a small whirlwind of sand between the two colossal men Bel calmly waiting for the charge of his foe. To those with extrasensory abilities, a quiet humming could be heard, a soft lullaby from Bel's past that echoed throught he halls of his mind as he stared across the distance at Kar, waiting for him to make his move. Even as the roaring fans grew quiet, his hummiing grew louder, the encanted melody of the Saint's Lullaby dulling the senses of the crowed and pacifying thier bloodlust. He inadvertantly hoped that this would have an affect on Kar as well, though the tall man seemed to show no signs of dullwittedness...

This was truly to be a great battle, and would go down in the history books as the clash of the two demigods, Belillial the Dark Prince and Kar, the Mysterious Warrior of the Giant Blade.

Entering the Arena stands quietly he sat down watching over the battle at hand. Sitting he stared at what seemed like old gladiator combat. Two large men with huge weapons clashing with eachother with brute strength (though Saphen was not ignorant to the other abilities these two held). "Don't quit on me Belillial." The sentenced echoed in a strange fashion even with the roaring of the spectators around him. The voice while in normal tones had a piercing quality to it and the fighters below might just hear it.

(( Despite that you waltzed past it in the other thread... and despite that the link goes nowhere even resembling a house... I have no words to convey how I feel about this inordinate amount of WTF I'm left with.

It's like a mountain. ))


Kar turned back; grasping the hilt of Blackfang with his left and wrenching the weapon from the arena floor like he was snapping twigs, he hoisted it over his left shoulder once again and left it to rest there.

The melody was something that brought back memories; not that he had ever heard this melody before, but because it had been such a very long time since he had heard a lullaby... Memories from his older days, when he was a warlord instead of a Saint.

"Prepare yourself!" the demon bellowed across the distance. With one step he turned to face his opponent again; his left arm outstretched with the 5' blade of that black cleaver held between the two of them.

It seemed to be his move to begin things, so he would not hesitate to make it. With a placid expression he raised the blade across his body and rushed in. With only twenty feet between them the distance could be covered in only a few strides, though it was only three steps before the tip of the cleaver touched to the ground; the weapon cutting a swath in the earth beside Kar for eight feet before he brought it up in a diagonal smash.

(( It took me three times of reading that to understand what you just did. It's either the fact that it's 3AM, or something about it, I can't specifically say that either is entirely at fault... ))


"After you," the demon replied in a manner that was as polite as a gutteral growl could be; turning the blade over in hand as it ended its path and sending it on a return trip with a horizontal slice. "I insist."

The combined reach of the blade and Kar's arm length was nearly eight feet; would Belillial's waltz put enough distance between the two of them this time?

(( Sorry for the delay. Now that I don't have another essay due for at least a week I can get on for more than checking PMs before running away, away, away to the depths of insanity. Wheeee~ ))


"Why try?"

The warrior passed the blade to his right hand at the end of the swing, into an underhand grip. Belillial was backing off, but the ring was relatively small compared to what an open field would have been like... there was no where for him to run to, so there was no point in giving chase. Eventually Belillial would stand and fight, and maybe then a little effort would be put behind those weighty swings.

However, for one so light on his feet Belillial had chosen a poor escape route this time. Kar was still bearing down upon him like a speeding locomotive and all he had to say about it was 'what a nice day'? Well, either his tune would soon change or there wouldn't be a fight happening here today. Kar was hardly going to chase him in circles while he picked daisies by the riverbank.

Kar's first step after passing off the blade was with his left, between the opponent's knees. The next was with his right, onto his opponent's chest. Then the weighty blade came across where Belillial's neck would be stuck out, with similar force to the last swing that had cut an arc in the ground.

(( Gotchya. ))



(( Now, discrepencies between what I did and what you thought I was doing put aside (as they're very minior and I don't want to drag things out by arguing over aesthetics), here we go: ))

Kar didn't speak either; there was no need for it. He knew a berzerker when he saw one, and knew well enough that there was little he could have said that would have even gotten through. This wasn't about the conversation, this was about the battle.

Belillial, as only something with an extraordinary amount of strength would be capable, had managed to stop the blade short. However, no matter how hard he threw it off of him he wouldn't wrench it from the grip of its master. Instead the blade swung out behind him when it was thrown back; serving as a counterweight as Kar snapped his left leg forwards in a heavy kick to the side of Belillial's head. The counterweight would serve to only enhance the power of the kick when he torqued his entire body clockwise with it, and with both hands clasped on those greaves Belillial wouldn't be saved by a fast hands this time.









(( In reference to your argument in the other thread there, I've only really one thing to say in reference to it: "You're in the wrong."

Person A goes with a punch, kick, bodyslam combo.
Person B blocks the punch and then facebutts.

What's wrong with that? Obviously Person A isn't going to keep going for a kick and a bodyslam if he just got facebutted. It's interrupting the order of events... though apparently you'd prefer people did it the other way?

Person A sits down, eats lunch, and then takes a short nap before getting up and charging towards his opponent with murderous intent.
Person B stands there grinning like an idiot for 4 hours and 29 minutes because it's cheating to do interrupt what the other guy is doing.

What was your argument over there about? You decided to get undressed and he shot at you? Yeah, there's really nobody who'd call modding on someone who took the opportunity to shoot at a guy who's hopping around half in his pants. Cheap tactics, maybe, sure as hell not modding.

Why I'm bringing this up? Because if you complained about that, obviously you'd complain about me kicking you in the face before you stood up. ))