Post by Dirge on Oct 10, 2011 18:45:25 GMT -5
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The tall, lanky form of Kaneda stumbled out of the Forest’s Edge. No, not an actual forest. A pub. An otherwise quiet, decent place for loggers and lumberjacks to gather and make merry after a hard day’s work in the lush woodlands of the Erlan Kingdom, on the southern continent of the underdeveloped planet Landisia. This was the third such place in as many hours that our good ol' swordsman/pillager/drunk/assassin has been tossed out of. Judging by the angry noise that filled the air in the wake of his departure, it would seem as though his banishment was not without due cause. Apparently dazed and confused, he tripped across the road and crashed head-first into a solid oak barrel that stood outside of a darkened general store. With a muffled expletive, he tumbled backward and wound up flat on his back, spread-eagle, his azure green eyes gazing up into the night sky. The sea of stars swirled around and laughed at him with cartoonish glee. "Fuckers." he mumbled as he pulled himself up, dusted off his dark blue, permanently dishevelled suit, and ran a hand through his wild deep red hair. A cloud of sand and other grit filled the air around him. Clearly, he hadn't seen a shower in some time. He spun around, and glared across the dusty street at the Foresta's Edge. "I could kill all of ya anytime, ya know! Any goddamn time!" Of course, that was true, but it was also false. None of the patrons inside had any idea who Kaneda was or what he was capable of. To them, he was just some unruly drifter. Which again, was a perfectly accurate assessment. What they didn't realize, however, was that he was an unruly drifter with enough power to vaporize their entire establishment, hell, their entire town, if he so desired. But, he knew god damn well that wasn’t an option. Not for him. No sir. “Gyaaah...†Having exhausted his pub and tavern resources, Kaneda decided that a midnight stroll was in order. Yes, he would wander around in the dark for hours and that would clear his head and then he would head back to the ship and be on his merry god damn way. Until the next incident, anyway. Little did he know, something was going to happen here. Something epic? Who knew. Don't fucking ask me.
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It was a normal day. People would come and go freely, the fear coursing through their veins. The guards would apprehend a couple robbers that plagued the city, some would die, some wouldn't. Yeah. It was a normal day on this unruly town. And a couple miles away from it was a pub; your everyday common pub. Regular customers ranged from beggars to robbers to assassins to, rarely, even royalty. The noble people would often dress up as thieves or poor sods, pronouncing a 'magic' word when they were ordering a drink, which would eventually lead them to the room in the back. Business took place here. Assassinations, robberies, vandalism, riots, you name it. Everything was planned back there. The stars in the midnight sky slowly started to lose their gleam, shutting down one by one by some unknown phenomena. The darkness made it difficult to see what was really happening. Thick, dark clouds had settled upon the heavens. Not your everyday clouds, but something odd, almost otherwordly. The sound of something falling from the sky; a whistling sound similar to that one that resonated briefly when swinging a sword. Then disaster happened. Titanoktonon, the spear of the gods rained down from the heavens and onto the building. Thunderbolts coursed through the entire structure, being released from the rather huge lance. They seemed to be controlled, as they only fried the people within the pub, and no one else; coursing freely through the materials that comprised it. After this was done, the spear would simply vanish where it stood, a rock obelisk left in place instead. The thunderbolts would dissipate upon the ground, the earth nullifying them, though leaving cracks upon its surface. The pub had been completely destroyed in a matter of seconds and now, that stone pillar that was left in place was glowing with an eerie light. Lines ran upon the surface of the obsidian structure, shimmering with a green glow; it was intrinsically connected with the leylines of the planet.
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Things seemed to have gone south for our dashing vagrant. And yet, he wasn’t the least bit perturbed. Seated within the relative distance and safety of his trusted Gear, the smirking mercenary immersed himself in the varied images that floated around him, like spirits of prophecy. Some were tricksters, trying to show him false outcomes of defeat and death, as the scions. They were dismissed out of hand. In this particular instance, Kaneda’s ability to analyse and discern was nigh onto flawless. The rage spewing forth from his opponent told him everything he needed to know, showed him all that he needed to see. It was god damned glorious. So much power in the form of raw essence. The crystalline slab of ice careened towards the planet like a meteor. The Xenogeist looked down upon it, and inside the cockpit, an A.I maintained precision control, perfect awareness, and impeccable foresight. The Gear's right hand extended in much the same manner as before, although the energy gathered this time around was far more focused. It was the same attack as before, only compressed into a glaring white microstar the size of a compact car. Bolts of black and red extra-dimensional energy danced around the sphere and along the surface of the Gear’s arm. There would be no absorbing this one (a stupid idea anyway, given what Kaneda can do when that happens). While standing a few yards behind his Gear that acted, his own body began to slowly beginning to overlap with metaphysical layers of energy. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he commanded his Gear to unleash the “Hyper Guided Shotâ€. The Ether burst forth from Xenogeist’s hand, not quite at the speed of light, but close enough that it hardly mattered. If the spear didn’t get out of the way, or muster some kind of defense (which would require breaking free of the ice-prison in time) it would be toast...atomized toast. And, naturally, given the advanced level of control that Kaneda exercised over his own power, the shot would not harm the planet should it happen to miss.
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A foolish move would be exerted by the male that was near the area; attacking the obelisk that was standing there; the leylines completely covering its surface. When the burst of aura came into contact with the leylines, these would simply take it within them. Corrupting the energy while at the same time not doing so, a paradoxical effect that would only serve to send that same amount of energy back into the planet. The obelisk shattered afterwards, splitting into four large rocks. It was a cocoon, designed specifically to contain a single presence within; his presence. As the pieces of the obelisk fell upon the ground, a loud thud resonating through the area, one could see that the inside of the rock was completely covered with the aura of the Earth. The male that was within the 'prison' stood erected upon his feet, sapphire hues staring at the other entity. Silver hair still retaining some of the glow from the leylines' energy, this light would die down after a couple seconds, only the glow that pulsated within the orange scarf coiled around his neck being noted. A single blade was already in his hand as the ripples formed in the air around his being, shortly vanishing afterwards. It seemed as if the other person was hostile, though far different from anyone else that he had seen. He could perfectly read and feel his aura, a chill running down the mage's spine. Either way, he was ready to face him. A Mueishou Jumon. An unincanted spell would take place at this time as the earth seemed to crackle in a single line, a single warhead of hardened rock jutting out from the ground below the other male's feet, attempting to impale him.
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Shaking his head violently, Kaneda steeled his resolve and blasted forth, vanishing in a literal explosion of speed and force. A divine-powered cosmic full- body migraine was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of smiting this masked fuckface. Then his left hand extended, palm open. Barely a fraction of a second had passed since he had taken off, and already half of the distance was covered. Utilizing the power of a 'Lumen Sage', a dome of gold expanded from his body and covered the area. Everything around them both stopped, and moved at paces that most would identify as slow. A golden silouhette now, the body continued darting forward, ready to take this fuckers head off. Goddamn man had ruined his night under the moonlight, alone. The small temporary rift of time's materium was a small price to pay, surely eating away at the inner life force, but saving him a night full of problems and pains. Though to make matters worse, he was getting hungry.
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The frame of the robed being did not even move, considering the circumstances. The four pieces of the obelisk formed a bounded space around him; a boundary if you will, depicting a perfect square upon the earth. Wards like these separated the 'outer world' from the 'inside one.' And so it had begun. The movement technique known as Shukuchimukyou had been applied upon his being, from the very first moment that he emerged, the glow signaling this. In similar speed, his blade would be propelled forward in a quick slash from left to right whilst he sidestepped, barely moving away from the other male's trajectory. Aside from increasing the natural speed of his being, Shukuchimukyou also enhanced natural and supernatural reflexes, allowing for this to be possible. The outcome? The other person would be cut in two, most likely dying after a couple minutes due to blood loss, if he survived it.
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Earlier, when he had extended his left hand, that seemingly harmless act had actually been part of a ritual, a simple, yet rather important ritual. In fact, it was central to his plan. With the extension of his hand, and a mental command, he had called forth his greatest sword, ReiMeiFoDaiReso, which resided witihin a different dimension. Upon being summoned, the sword required tremendous energies in order to break through the dimensional boundaries and manifest in normal space. In fact, the initial energy required was easily on par with that of a...supernova. A hyper-concentrated supernova, streading through space, directly into Kaneda's hand. As the chosen wielder of the weapon, kaneda was immune to the forces involved. But the same could not be said for anyone else. It was one of the greatest secrets of the weapon. The very act of summoning ReiMeiFo, was perhaps its more powerful attack. Because only half the distance had been cleared between them before, and the Lumen magic still in activation, the slash cleared nothing but space between them. Then the Lumen magic faded, and so did his body that faded into his movements. It was upon the moment that his opponent was completing his slash, that he would be slammed with a supernova that completely consumed the entire side of the planet. It was like a colossal bolt of divine lightning, accompanied with otherworldy thunder that shattered the air for miles and miles around. and the blast radius was massive. Blazing white extra-dimensional power domed out for over a hundred meters in every direction. Kaneda's immediate vicinity was the real hot-spot, where his opponent was. And it just so happened that he was standing right there in the thick of it.
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Lumen. That magic would never take place inside the boundary due to it being a completely different space. The area outside the boundary, however, would be completely engulfed in it. His senses were retained, and, midslash, just as he was going to complete the arc with his sword, the magic of Erebea activated within the sword. Shukuchimukyou did nothing more than accelerate the process as well, the darkness extending from the back of his hands in order to completely cover his body with a layer of Magia Erebea within a nanosecond. His sapphire hues would see the supernova coming, and he gladly welcomed it. It was all left up to Erebea now. He remembered the words from his master. "Even if it comes from hating someone or running away from something it is still a strength that comes from yourself. Darkness cannot come from the light, but light can spring from the shadows. The dark is not the opposite of the light; the dark is an immense, all-encompassing power that devours even that which opposes it." And that is what would exactly happen. The amount of energy that was colliding with Magia Erebea would be completely filtered, purified, and added on to the mage's overall power. "The ultimate purpose of dark magic - not taking in qi or mana, shots of spells, but the enemy's own 'power', making it your own." With this very same power, the enemy would be defeated in a single slash of his sword, the overall force of the previously shot attack coursing freely throughout his being, effectively destroying him.
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Time for the big show. Throughout the battle, Nero had only offered brief glimpses of his true abilities. That was simply his way, and the time-tested strategy was paying off quite nicely, as always. Within the hyper-intense, supernova-esque storm that had been wrought by the mere summoning of his cherished blade, it was damn near impossible to actually see Kaneda, visually, or otherwise. It was simply too chaotic. Several second’s worth of this swirling, disruptive mass of pure power had lingered following the blade’s descent, during which time the drunk/assassin/killer was able to discern a great many things. It took him all of a nanosecond to realize that the magi was still alive and more-or- less well. That alone was enough to kick him in the proverbial pants and get the ol’ gears turnin’. “Shame about the town,†he thought. “But the main priority is putting the stomp on this nigger here. Looks like I’ll hafta resort to more drastic measures...dammit.†The energy began to subside, but by that point, he had already made his next move. For a fighter of his particular talents, it was a small matter to move with speed that defied all reason. It was confusion-inducing speed, the kind that fucked with even the most advanced eyesight. The term “mirage†was a gross understatement, and no amount of double-taking would ever be adequate enough to fix it. Technology was not immune, either. High- sensitivity, anti-stealth scanners throughout the universe had many a time been bamboozled by Kaneda and his trickery. And this time was no exception. Kaneda’s speed, coupled with his vast Ether manipulation capabilities, enabled him to slip about virtually undetected, while his opponent targeted and mauled the absolutely impeccable Kaneda doppelganger. But wait, hold on here! Just how had he done this? Why, my dear boy, it was simplicity itself. His acceleration – zero to crazy fucking fast in a mere instant – had left an after-image in the midst of the still-raging storm blade's power, which he subsequently infused with a generous helping of his own Ethereal essence. And it was truly indistinguishable from the genuine article: looked like him, smelled like him, bled like him, wore his clothes, hell, it even carried his sword. And, perhaps most importantly, our dashing Mister Kanedaganger wore the crimson earrings. Naturally, it wouldn’t last long. Just long enough for his ol' pal to get a couple of good shots in. After that, it would go boom. The attack itself slammed into it, and it did go boom. Not a real big boom, though. Maybe just big enough to be a slight bother, a minor inconvenience, a tiny, annoying...distraction. In the same fluid movement, he drew the ridiculously, and sent out an invisible wave of compressed essence pressure, a ether-thin, perfectly vertical blade that tore through the space between himself and the magi. Because that..Ereba shit was up, he couldn't strike him with anything on this plane, or in the physical plane. Instead he was force to strike with an attack of a plane that his opponent had never even experienced. Because of this, it was able to bypass physical and immaterial matter, having been charged from the constantly escelating power in the very first turn, it would rip through his opponent from head to toe before he could react.
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Considering his sapphire hues had closed the moment Erebea came into play, all he was using to 'see' his opponent was the very same essence that he had; the aura that coursed throughout his body as well as through all living and non-living things. This skill, as simple as it sounded, was what enabled him to survive many battles in the past. With the opponent's previous strike, he recalled the spar with his sensei once. Shiki had used a similar move in where she shot two small suns from the barrels of her magical shotgun only for him to absorb them with Erebea. That was his mistake, for she came in behind him with blinding speeds, shooting him at point-blank range. He had already been in this situation, thus, he'd expected something like this. That, and the power that he had just absorbed from that immense nova enhanced his own skills even more. An afterimage was left in place as something... something spiritual or immaterial tore through it. He felt it, but he didn't know what it was, barely managing to move away from it utilizing his Shukuchimukyou. But of course, the blade that he was wielding was not a normal one. It had been imbued with countless magics by the robed one and in the midst of this all, his frame came to be behind the other male. The final outcome would be that his blade, still carrying the absorbed power along with the rest of his being would tear through his opponent's being at point-blank range. If it was successful, his opponent would most likely die right there and then. If it was not successful, he would have to resort to the second phase of Erebea; something that was not tested. Something that he did not want to test.
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Again, continuing in the same movement Kaneda spun right and sent out a second air blade, this one horizontal, directly on the heels of the first one. This, effectively, was aimed to cut through his opponent as he realized who he was and was maneuvering away. Because of the sheer ridiculously indescribable speed he was using, his opponent was just barely able to dodge one and was tasked with dodging the second in order to carry out his second attack. Then as the second attack came, something of his own was happening. The ridiuclously named blade, now radiating with its fierce white energy, was swung forth. A myriad of swallow-shaped blades surged forward on Kaneda’s follow-through. The Thousand Swarm screamed and assailed the molecularly somehow stable form of the magical-ant with unbridled fury, striking from all directions, each hit carrying with it enough power to take down several blocks. “Coup de grâce...!†Deftly, and with the utmost of style, he twirled his katana once, twice, three times, snapped the imaginary blood and filth from its pristine, gleaming blade, and...slammed it back into the scabbard with such speed and force, that a deafening roar was produced. The air around Kaneda was displaced for several meters in every direction, and the resultant shockwave effectively prevented anything from getting near him for a good five or six seconds. This meant that the attack that moved at slow..oh so slow speeds, would be pushed back by not only this force but by his attacks. Not only that, but once again his opponent had moved out of the way of his first attack, but had not moved into his range enough for the attack to have been close enough to connect with the proper speed. Because of that...well fuck the opponent was tasked with a numerous amount of problems. All in all, is successive attacks were so rapid that it appeared as though he hadn’t even moved. Any normal person would have been completely and utterly mind-fucked by the whole thing. Demon vision, or otherwise suitably-enhanced sight, would have maybe caught the phantom glimmer of the ridiculously named’s flashing blade as it danced in Kaneda’s grasp. It was all perfectly fluid, as if all performed in a single move. And, really, that’s pretty much exactly how it all went down, save for the Thousand Swarm finale and the thunderous re-sheathing of the mighty weapon. Still, the entire assault took less than a fraction of a second to perform, and Kaneda had only just begun to demonstrate the extent of his skill as a true Swordslinger. And, of course, he still had that other hidden ace. With sword in hand, ready to be drawn the very instant anything moved or seemed the least bit out of place, Kaneda waited, and watched, in more ways than one. He wasn’t about to give this creature a single drop of mercy, nor the teeniest bit of breathing room. He would keep the pressure on, and he would react instantaneously to anything that came his way. Surprising the Swordslinger was nigh onto impossible at this point, with his senses reaching out and grasping everything for hundreds of meters around, and maybe even a good bit beyond that. "Next time I'm going out for my nightly walk, don't disturb me you filthy cotton-picking shit," he would slowly say as the hidden Ace that sat dormant and prepared, was ready to end this, if it hadn't been already.
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In an extremely dangerous stance, the mage shifted the whole weight of his body in order to avoid the second blade, also leaving an afterimage behind. And yet, something else happened around this time. Misdirection, the name of the ability. Not manipulating time or space but simply rippling through it, appearing in a location that he had previously visited at least once within the course of the battle. Sure, the speckles of the opponent's aura could have been headed towards that spot where he was just a mere instant before, but now, he was right at his left side, and as his opponent had started the slashing motion with his blade, the mage's steel would meet his flesh, shooting within him the sheer force of the absorbed power, were it to connect. And yet, it seemed that the second phase of Erebea had begun to take place. Were it to surface, his opponent would most likely meet an earlier death than planned, that is, if he was not already dead.
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Wasn't this some shit. It appeared that his opponent had finally managed to pull something out of his sleeve, that he had not saw coming. Some unknown ability that allowed him to backtrack and catch him in a bad-ass movement. Now as the blade of his opponents slashe and lacerated the flesh of the male's neck, something was born. Something that had been dreaming. Dreams were conjurations of the human brain’s imprecision and illogic, invested with emotion and allegory. Within this he was able to invest will into it, waking up his Hidden Ace that he ahd stored away. Now as the attack hit him, time and space itself from the turns of build will, would completely stop. Everything itself, even himself was stopped. The attack that struck his neck, the line of the blade would completely ring around the neck of his opponent. The first thing within time to start again would be the blood which would inevitably spew from his neck. The exact same 'damage' of the attack would capture Vinni, and the damage would be the end of him as it was supposed to be for himself. Now the body of the man that used the epitome of his will would was captured in a light that warped him ten feet behind his opponent, his neck unscathed. The entire attack itself by his will in summary had been reversed! Even though his opponent had aimed to make actions to end the life of this Swordslinger, he had called upon the hidden ace inside of him, the trick he was so famous for using in the most dire of situations. Despite the fact that it was so powerful, his body was slightly brittle from the attack. And his conscious waning. "I just wanted to go for a walk..," he would whisper as Xenogeist would emerge from the ashes of several buildings, a large Gear towering above the the fallen city and two opponents. One dead, and one alive. The battle had been a fierce one, but just as quickly and snappy as the battle had began. The battle ended in the same manner.
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And yet, as the body of the male was assaulted by the force of his own attack, his own hidden ace would activate. That air that rippled previously around his being before dissipating; that odd gesture of the environment. That was his trump card. The 'shielding' spell, if you will, would receive this damage, projecting it within the body of his enemy. Deflexio and Reflexio, the ultimate defense spells, and yet at the same time, basic ones, taught to magi who had entered the academy and achieved a grade of excellent control of aura. This shield, however, reacted to even the minuscule of attacks, if a punch's force was projected upon it, that same force would be returned towards the person who punched. And so, as the man reappeared, his body would be entirely twisted by the effect of the Deflexio spell as the damage would be projected upon it. Since the shield stopped existing afterwards, there was nothing else to reflect it upon and inevitably, his opponent would be dead now.
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Rather than allowing himself to take the immense damage that aimed to hit him, the essence of the blade instead would be used as a sacrafice to completely cancel the effects of any damage he was to take in twenty seconds. What did this mean? The blade that could slay worlds in legend was now given as a sacrafice, shattered and returned to the extra-dimensional world where it belonged in pieces. And upon that he was given the perfect and flawless defense, using the universe's aid to supply him with an indestructible defense. Now he was unable to take damage completely for 20 seconds (and since we are moving faster than that, two turns). And upon the blade breaking and sacrafcing itself, once again he moved. Speed and agility combined while the endowment of the Lumen Sages amplified once more. This caused him to jettison (LOL) from where he stood at speeds that transcended the previous. Images split from his body all bad-ass like, fading form eye-sight as the shimmering being flashed, and threw his fist forward in a direct punch to slam into the face of his opponent. A divine fist for one nefarious mother fucker. One nefarious mother fucker that was frankly pissing him off. "Acceleratio Metelitio!"
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"Vis Maxima." he spoke lightly as he noticed his opponent had not taken any damage at all. This irked him. Was this being completely immortal? It was something he had not met before, but then again, he wasn't clearly alive, now was he? It didn't matter much, for if his energy and mana was completely depleted, he'd most likely return to the planet, dying and at the same time, not dying, though in a completely useless state. This was not going to happen. Not now, at least. 'Vis Maxima', Greatest Output. This spell drew out the maximum performance of reinforcement magic. His being was already reinforced by Magia Erebea, utilizing this spell would only push those forces to its maximum force. As he moved in a dance-like fashion in order to avoid his opponent's fist, an afterimage threw its own fist towards the chest of the other male. This was the beginning, merely attempting to throw the opponent off-guard so to finish him off, though, if he was immortal, he'd have to apply every single bit of his magic to defeat him.
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While the form that launched the fist forward moved with such force, he was able to shift the remaining body weight into the blow. This would cause his body to duck down, while his left leg mounted into the ground beneath him. This acted as the center of gravity, his body swinging around to allow his right leg to slam into the left leg and inevitably the right leg of the foe. Incredible force that destroyed the ground beneath him as his leg swept across the ground and insane forces were initiated on his part. Meanwhile one of the forms that had faded from his body previously initiated a punch to the back of the foe's head, being that he didn't notice him before hand in his dodging of his previous punch. Well that just meant it wasn't likely he could dodge it now. The punch launched forward with vicious force in an attempt to break his skull open in one punch. That was happening while the leg sweep aimed to break the left leg, and atleast damage the right. Not even a second had past, and everything around them seemingly just stopped completely. The climax.
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And now, not only a third afterimage would appear, but a fourth one. This was another hidden ace, a taboo technique. "Four of a kind" its name. Engulfed in an incredible speed, the third afterimage would jut out from his chest, grabbing the arm of the male as the robed one's figure swayed back, once more, in a dance-like fashion, though maintaining the speed that he had, which managed to propel him away from the warrior's melee attacks. The fourth afterimage would shoot out from him as well, slamming against the elbow of the male while his arm was stretched, effectively breaking his arm.
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The elbow slammed into the arm of the golden figure which moved through the figures before him. The afterimages that projected themselves forth couldn't touch him, as he utilized one of the abilities of his divine protection. Though it was running out, as the figure moved back in a dance like fashion, he'd discover that his eyes had deceived him. Though a figure appeared to be getting his arm violently snapped, infact he had transcended space and appeared directly behind his opponent, in which he initiated a forbidden move. His answer came swift and violent. In less than a blink, the humming indigo-colored blade of his Vande Stelca anti-proton beam sword which appeared from thin air cut through the space between them, actually rather than cutting it warped through the space, and effectively this meant an instant cut from the top of the male to the bottom. There was one final effect of the golden empyrean aura. Whenever anyone was within twenty feet of the aura, he had the divine ability to cancel any magical attacks and stat boosters for a temporary second, the only second he would need. The second in which every action he had given occured, leading to the final end of the battle. As the sword would cut through the being and strike the ground, the energies from the blade itself would erupt forward and viciously burn through his body, throwing him into the sky above. Damn. Such an intense battle that ended in himself flying through the sky, scorched, and nigh dead. Yet so much fun...the most fun he had experienced in ages.
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The hues of the mage widened. Effectively, he had nothing to compete against that single move, however, the moment his opponent's ability took place, in that exact second, not only would the figure of the mage be cut, but disappear entirely, leaving in its place a single card. Disbelief Aspect. Directly after any opponent destroyed the aspect and after Four of a Kind had been used, only then could this additional technique take place. Spiritual flames flickered instantly around the figure of the male, a millimeter away from his skin and flesh. These flames soon took the shapes of daggers, spears, lances, halberds, katanas, swords, claymores, scythes and many more weapons. There were probably a million bursts of blue flames, which made the area around the assassin look as if it was coated in a blue see-through layer of aura. "... And then there were none." a voice resonated out of nowhere within the male's head, but he wouldn't even hear it, for as soon as the flames took shape instantly, they'd pierce the flesh, bone, mind, conscience and soul of the opponent, revealing the figure of the mage afterwards when the flames conjoined in a spot twenty feet away from that one.
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Goddamnit. It never fucking ended. And now the new attack was met with the fire which emitted from his blade as stated. Even though the spiritual flames and blades aimed to pierce through his body, they were repelled by the immense force and power of the blade that slammed into the ground with such deadly prowess. And hence the only difference in action was the blade's dome which extended and wrapped across the entire city. Or the span they were in. 100 meters, and everything within was different. But how? Now his body rather than flying upwards, took more of the force of the flames, so that he could stumble from the flames with a sinister grin. "Alright nigger...ready to end it?" his voice spoke slowly, while flames incased the field that they stood in, spreading viciously. Anything that touched these viridian flames were instantly wiped from existence, and now everythign outside of the circle that they stood in, were towered over in walls of flames that completely captured them inside. No escape. For either of them. The worst part was the nigh complete absence of magic that the flames brought about. There was no magical resonance or no particles in the air that magic could travel through. and hence magical spells were dispelled. No lightning bolts or bullshit could be fired. It was coming to a close. Now with this he began walking forward slowly, both of his hands shaking loosely and his eyes flaring with malicious intention. "End."
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Runes lit up as the real mage stared at the being of the other male. The words resonated within his mind almost instantly, casting the Liberum spell. This would liberate his being from all outer influences upon it. He was himself and no one else, only the effects that he imposed upon himself took effect upon his being, separating his being from everything else. The runes triggered the spell, but the words strengthened it even more. "Agilitas Fulminis et Sinus Magnus Erebea!" The viridian flames that were closing in on them would now pose no threat against him. And so it began, the transition that Erebea brought along with it. Using it once in a match was dangerous, but using it twice and at a level more powerful than the normal was usually not even a thought. The insanity in his being began to resurge, that beast that he had sealed ages ago along with his elementalist skills. He could only partake of its energy now, but doing so along with Erebea was too risky. Part of his being lost itself when this happened, his left eye changing from the usual sapphire hue to a deep scarlet one. The invisible full moon. The red eyes of insanity and many more names. The battle was reaching its end and he could feel it in his skin.
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A thick, pasty fog stretched out across the ground, robbing it of its material makeup seconds after passing over. With each inch advanced, the volume of the screams and cries diminished faintly. Soon enough other noises joined in; laughter, distant voices speaking unintelligibly but in excited tones, among a healthy number of other emotional signatures. Echo was an ethereal plane of existence, true, but it was distinctly separate from the common Ethereal dimension most people knew of. Unlike the Ethereal domain, Echo was not a disfigured mirror of the material surroundings. One could say that Echo was a reality onto its own, only capable of being reached through very specific means. One that he had made mutal contact with, one that he would bring into the world in which they existed. True, the flames that sapped the magic from the air were useless and only there as to prevent either from escaping. From escaping the forcing exsitence of Echo. The surface of Echo was a mixture of degraded memories and souls. Broken down to the point that they were nothing more than residue emotions, the spirits were little else but visual substance layered over the untamed streams of memory. Creatures from Echo treaded with ease through this constant mist, as it encased the whole of the plane. However, beings outside of Echo who found themselves within the ankle high haze quickly succumbed to the emotional torrents swirling about. It was within a flash that they had appeared there. And man, was he pissed. Even thought he place held such a dominant and really reallky powerful tone, the man himself was immature and ready to end the battle as ever. Now standing there, he watched his opponent prepare his attack. A small smile. A small smile that only grew as his body began to turn shades of dark. Really dark. I mean they covered him from head to toe, and they constantly spread with no show of stopping. "Congratulations...it's over."
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Victor: Eviscerate
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Old but definitely one of the best fights I've had. ^
The tall, lanky form of Kaneda stumbled out of the Forest’s Edge. No, not an actual forest. A pub. An otherwise quiet, decent place for loggers and lumberjacks to gather and make merry after a hard day’s work in the lush woodlands of the Erlan Kingdom, on the southern continent of the underdeveloped planet Landisia. This was the third such place in as many hours that our good ol' swordsman/pillager/drunk/assassin has been tossed out of. Judging by the angry noise that filled the air in the wake of his departure, it would seem as though his banishment was not without due cause. Apparently dazed and confused, he tripped across the road and crashed head-first into a solid oak barrel that stood outside of a darkened general store. With a muffled expletive, he tumbled backward and wound up flat on his back, spread-eagle, his azure green eyes gazing up into the night sky. The sea of stars swirled around and laughed at him with cartoonish glee. "Fuckers." he mumbled as he pulled himself up, dusted off his dark blue, permanently dishevelled suit, and ran a hand through his wild deep red hair. A cloud of sand and other grit filled the air around him. Clearly, he hadn't seen a shower in some time. He spun around, and glared across the dusty street at the Foresta's Edge. "I could kill all of ya anytime, ya know! Any goddamn time!" Of course, that was true, but it was also false. None of the patrons inside had any idea who Kaneda was or what he was capable of. To them, he was just some unruly drifter. Which again, was a perfectly accurate assessment. What they didn't realize, however, was that he was an unruly drifter with enough power to vaporize their entire establishment, hell, their entire town, if he so desired. But, he knew god damn well that wasn’t an option. Not for him. No sir. “Gyaaah...†Having exhausted his pub and tavern resources, Kaneda decided that a midnight stroll was in order. Yes, he would wander around in the dark for hours and that would clear his head and then he would head back to the ship and be on his merry god damn way. Until the next incident, anyway. Little did he know, something was going to happen here. Something epic? Who knew. Don't fucking ask me.
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It was a normal day. People would come and go freely, the fear coursing through their veins. The guards would apprehend a couple robbers that plagued the city, some would die, some wouldn't. Yeah. It was a normal day on this unruly town. And a couple miles away from it was a pub; your everyday common pub. Regular customers ranged from beggars to robbers to assassins to, rarely, even royalty. The noble people would often dress up as thieves or poor sods, pronouncing a 'magic' word when they were ordering a drink, which would eventually lead them to the room in the back. Business took place here. Assassinations, robberies, vandalism, riots, you name it. Everything was planned back there. The stars in the midnight sky slowly started to lose their gleam, shutting down one by one by some unknown phenomena. The darkness made it difficult to see what was really happening. Thick, dark clouds had settled upon the heavens. Not your everyday clouds, but something odd, almost otherwordly. The sound of something falling from the sky; a whistling sound similar to that one that resonated briefly when swinging a sword. Then disaster happened. Titanoktonon, the spear of the gods rained down from the heavens and onto the building. Thunderbolts coursed through the entire structure, being released from the rather huge lance. They seemed to be controlled, as they only fried the people within the pub, and no one else; coursing freely through the materials that comprised it. After this was done, the spear would simply vanish where it stood, a rock obelisk left in place instead. The thunderbolts would dissipate upon the ground, the earth nullifying them, though leaving cracks upon its surface. The pub had been completely destroyed in a matter of seconds and now, that stone pillar that was left in place was glowing with an eerie light. Lines ran upon the surface of the obsidian structure, shimmering with a green glow; it was intrinsically connected with the leylines of the planet.
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Things seemed to have gone south for our dashing vagrant. And yet, he wasn’t the least bit perturbed. Seated within the relative distance and safety of his trusted Gear, the smirking mercenary immersed himself in the varied images that floated around him, like spirits of prophecy. Some were tricksters, trying to show him false outcomes of defeat and death, as the scions. They were dismissed out of hand. In this particular instance, Kaneda’s ability to analyse and discern was nigh onto flawless. The rage spewing forth from his opponent told him everything he needed to know, showed him all that he needed to see. It was god damned glorious. So much power in the form of raw essence. The crystalline slab of ice careened towards the planet like a meteor. The Xenogeist looked down upon it, and inside the cockpit, an A.I maintained precision control, perfect awareness, and impeccable foresight. The Gear's right hand extended in much the same manner as before, although the energy gathered this time around was far more focused. It was the same attack as before, only compressed into a glaring white microstar the size of a compact car. Bolts of black and red extra-dimensional energy danced around the sphere and along the surface of the Gear’s arm. There would be no absorbing this one (a stupid idea anyway, given what Kaneda can do when that happens). While standing a few yards behind his Gear that acted, his own body began to slowly beginning to overlap with metaphysical layers of energy. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he commanded his Gear to unleash the “Hyper Guided Shotâ€. The Ether burst forth from Xenogeist’s hand, not quite at the speed of light, but close enough that it hardly mattered. If the spear didn’t get out of the way, or muster some kind of defense (which would require breaking free of the ice-prison in time) it would be toast...atomized toast. And, naturally, given the advanced level of control that Kaneda exercised over his own power, the shot would not harm the planet should it happen to miss.
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A foolish move would be exerted by the male that was near the area; attacking the obelisk that was standing there; the leylines completely covering its surface. When the burst of aura came into contact with the leylines, these would simply take it within them. Corrupting the energy while at the same time not doing so, a paradoxical effect that would only serve to send that same amount of energy back into the planet. The obelisk shattered afterwards, splitting into four large rocks. It was a cocoon, designed specifically to contain a single presence within; his presence. As the pieces of the obelisk fell upon the ground, a loud thud resonating through the area, one could see that the inside of the rock was completely covered with the aura of the Earth. The male that was within the 'prison' stood erected upon his feet, sapphire hues staring at the other entity. Silver hair still retaining some of the glow from the leylines' energy, this light would die down after a couple seconds, only the glow that pulsated within the orange scarf coiled around his neck being noted. A single blade was already in his hand as the ripples formed in the air around his being, shortly vanishing afterwards. It seemed as if the other person was hostile, though far different from anyone else that he had seen. He could perfectly read and feel his aura, a chill running down the mage's spine. Either way, he was ready to face him. A Mueishou Jumon. An unincanted spell would take place at this time as the earth seemed to crackle in a single line, a single warhead of hardened rock jutting out from the ground below the other male's feet, attempting to impale him.
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Shaking his head violently, Kaneda steeled his resolve and blasted forth, vanishing in a literal explosion of speed and force. A divine-powered cosmic full- body migraine was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of smiting this masked fuckface. Then his left hand extended, palm open. Barely a fraction of a second had passed since he had taken off, and already half of the distance was covered. Utilizing the power of a 'Lumen Sage', a dome of gold expanded from his body and covered the area. Everything around them both stopped, and moved at paces that most would identify as slow. A golden silouhette now, the body continued darting forward, ready to take this fuckers head off. Goddamn man had ruined his night under the moonlight, alone. The small temporary rift of time's materium was a small price to pay, surely eating away at the inner life force, but saving him a night full of problems and pains. Though to make matters worse, he was getting hungry.
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The frame of the robed being did not even move, considering the circumstances. The four pieces of the obelisk formed a bounded space around him; a boundary if you will, depicting a perfect square upon the earth. Wards like these separated the 'outer world' from the 'inside one.' And so it had begun. The movement technique known as Shukuchimukyou had been applied upon his being, from the very first moment that he emerged, the glow signaling this. In similar speed, his blade would be propelled forward in a quick slash from left to right whilst he sidestepped, barely moving away from the other male's trajectory. Aside from increasing the natural speed of his being, Shukuchimukyou also enhanced natural and supernatural reflexes, allowing for this to be possible. The outcome? The other person would be cut in two, most likely dying after a couple minutes due to blood loss, if he survived it.
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Earlier, when he had extended his left hand, that seemingly harmless act had actually been part of a ritual, a simple, yet rather important ritual. In fact, it was central to his plan. With the extension of his hand, and a mental command, he had called forth his greatest sword, ReiMeiFoDaiReso, which resided witihin a different dimension. Upon being summoned, the sword required tremendous energies in order to break through the dimensional boundaries and manifest in normal space. In fact, the initial energy required was easily on par with that of a...supernova. A hyper-concentrated supernova, streading through space, directly into Kaneda's hand. As the chosen wielder of the weapon, kaneda was immune to the forces involved. But the same could not be said for anyone else. It was one of the greatest secrets of the weapon. The very act of summoning ReiMeiFo, was perhaps its more powerful attack. Because only half the distance had been cleared between them before, and the Lumen magic still in activation, the slash cleared nothing but space between them. Then the Lumen magic faded, and so did his body that faded into his movements. It was upon the moment that his opponent was completing his slash, that he would be slammed with a supernova that completely consumed the entire side of the planet. It was like a colossal bolt of divine lightning, accompanied with otherworldy thunder that shattered the air for miles and miles around. and the blast radius was massive. Blazing white extra-dimensional power domed out for over a hundred meters in every direction. Kaneda's immediate vicinity was the real hot-spot, where his opponent was. And it just so happened that he was standing right there in the thick of it.
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Lumen. That magic would never take place inside the boundary due to it being a completely different space. The area outside the boundary, however, would be completely engulfed in it. His senses were retained, and, midslash, just as he was going to complete the arc with his sword, the magic of Erebea activated within the sword. Shukuchimukyou did nothing more than accelerate the process as well, the darkness extending from the back of his hands in order to completely cover his body with a layer of Magia Erebea within a nanosecond. His sapphire hues would see the supernova coming, and he gladly welcomed it. It was all left up to Erebea now. He remembered the words from his master. "Even if it comes from hating someone or running away from something it is still a strength that comes from yourself. Darkness cannot come from the light, but light can spring from the shadows. The dark is not the opposite of the light; the dark is an immense, all-encompassing power that devours even that which opposes it." And that is what would exactly happen. The amount of energy that was colliding with Magia Erebea would be completely filtered, purified, and added on to the mage's overall power. "The ultimate purpose of dark magic - not taking in qi or mana, shots of spells, but the enemy's own 'power', making it your own." With this very same power, the enemy would be defeated in a single slash of his sword, the overall force of the previously shot attack coursing freely throughout his being, effectively destroying him.
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Time for the big show. Throughout the battle, Nero had only offered brief glimpses of his true abilities. That was simply his way, and the time-tested strategy was paying off quite nicely, as always. Within the hyper-intense, supernova-esque storm that had been wrought by the mere summoning of his cherished blade, it was damn near impossible to actually see Kaneda, visually, or otherwise. It was simply too chaotic. Several second’s worth of this swirling, disruptive mass of pure power had lingered following the blade’s descent, during which time the drunk/assassin/killer was able to discern a great many things. It took him all of a nanosecond to realize that the magi was still alive and more-or- less well. That alone was enough to kick him in the proverbial pants and get the ol’ gears turnin’. “Shame about the town,†he thought. “But the main priority is putting the stomp on this nigger here. Looks like I’ll hafta resort to more drastic measures...dammit.†The energy began to subside, but by that point, he had already made his next move. For a fighter of his particular talents, it was a small matter to move with speed that defied all reason. It was confusion-inducing speed, the kind that fucked with even the most advanced eyesight. The term “mirage†was a gross understatement, and no amount of double-taking would ever be adequate enough to fix it. Technology was not immune, either. High- sensitivity, anti-stealth scanners throughout the universe had many a time been bamboozled by Kaneda and his trickery. And this time was no exception. Kaneda’s speed, coupled with his vast Ether manipulation capabilities, enabled him to slip about virtually undetected, while his opponent targeted and mauled the absolutely impeccable Kaneda doppelganger. But wait, hold on here! Just how had he done this? Why, my dear boy, it was simplicity itself. His acceleration – zero to crazy fucking fast in a mere instant – had left an after-image in the midst of the still-raging storm blade's power, which he subsequently infused with a generous helping of his own Ethereal essence. And it was truly indistinguishable from the genuine article: looked like him, smelled like him, bled like him, wore his clothes, hell, it even carried his sword. And, perhaps most importantly, our dashing Mister Kanedaganger wore the crimson earrings. Naturally, it wouldn’t last long. Just long enough for his ol' pal to get a couple of good shots in. After that, it would go boom. The attack itself slammed into it, and it did go boom. Not a real big boom, though. Maybe just big enough to be a slight bother, a minor inconvenience, a tiny, annoying...distraction. In the same fluid movement, he drew the ridiculously, and sent out an invisible wave of compressed essence pressure, a ether-thin, perfectly vertical blade that tore through the space between himself and the magi. Because that..Ereba shit was up, he couldn't strike him with anything on this plane, or in the physical plane. Instead he was force to strike with an attack of a plane that his opponent had never even experienced. Because of this, it was able to bypass physical and immaterial matter, having been charged from the constantly escelating power in the very first turn, it would rip through his opponent from head to toe before he could react.
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Considering his sapphire hues had closed the moment Erebea came into play, all he was using to 'see' his opponent was the very same essence that he had; the aura that coursed throughout his body as well as through all living and non-living things. This skill, as simple as it sounded, was what enabled him to survive many battles in the past. With the opponent's previous strike, he recalled the spar with his sensei once. Shiki had used a similar move in where she shot two small suns from the barrels of her magical shotgun only for him to absorb them with Erebea. That was his mistake, for she came in behind him with blinding speeds, shooting him at point-blank range. He had already been in this situation, thus, he'd expected something like this. That, and the power that he had just absorbed from that immense nova enhanced his own skills even more. An afterimage was left in place as something... something spiritual or immaterial tore through it. He felt it, but he didn't know what it was, barely managing to move away from it utilizing his Shukuchimukyou. But of course, the blade that he was wielding was not a normal one. It had been imbued with countless magics by the robed one and in the midst of this all, his frame came to be behind the other male. The final outcome would be that his blade, still carrying the absorbed power along with the rest of his being would tear through his opponent's being at point-blank range. If it was successful, his opponent would most likely die right there and then. If it was not successful, he would have to resort to the second phase of Erebea; something that was not tested. Something that he did not want to test.
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Again, continuing in the same movement Kaneda spun right and sent out a second air blade, this one horizontal, directly on the heels of the first one. This, effectively, was aimed to cut through his opponent as he realized who he was and was maneuvering away. Because of the sheer ridiculously indescribable speed he was using, his opponent was just barely able to dodge one and was tasked with dodging the second in order to carry out his second attack. Then as the second attack came, something of his own was happening. The ridiuclously named blade, now radiating with its fierce white energy, was swung forth. A myriad of swallow-shaped blades surged forward on Kaneda’s follow-through. The Thousand Swarm screamed and assailed the molecularly somehow stable form of the magical-ant with unbridled fury, striking from all directions, each hit carrying with it enough power to take down several blocks. “Coup de grâce...!†Deftly, and with the utmost of style, he twirled his katana once, twice, three times, snapped the imaginary blood and filth from its pristine, gleaming blade, and...slammed it back into the scabbard with such speed and force, that a deafening roar was produced. The air around Kaneda was displaced for several meters in every direction, and the resultant shockwave effectively prevented anything from getting near him for a good five or six seconds. This meant that the attack that moved at slow..oh so slow speeds, would be pushed back by not only this force but by his attacks. Not only that, but once again his opponent had moved out of the way of his first attack, but had not moved into his range enough for the attack to have been close enough to connect with the proper speed. Because of that...well fuck the opponent was tasked with a numerous amount of problems. All in all, is successive attacks were so rapid that it appeared as though he hadn’t even moved. Any normal person would have been completely and utterly mind-fucked by the whole thing. Demon vision, or otherwise suitably-enhanced sight, would have maybe caught the phantom glimmer of the ridiculously named’s flashing blade as it danced in Kaneda’s grasp. It was all perfectly fluid, as if all performed in a single move. And, really, that’s pretty much exactly how it all went down, save for the Thousand Swarm finale and the thunderous re-sheathing of the mighty weapon. Still, the entire assault took less than a fraction of a second to perform, and Kaneda had only just begun to demonstrate the extent of his skill as a true Swordslinger. And, of course, he still had that other hidden ace. With sword in hand, ready to be drawn the very instant anything moved or seemed the least bit out of place, Kaneda waited, and watched, in more ways than one. He wasn’t about to give this creature a single drop of mercy, nor the teeniest bit of breathing room. He would keep the pressure on, and he would react instantaneously to anything that came his way. Surprising the Swordslinger was nigh onto impossible at this point, with his senses reaching out and grasping everything for hundreds of meters around, and maybe even a good bit beyond that. "Next time I'm going out for my nightly walk, don't disturb me you filthy cotton-picking shit," he would slowly say as the hidden Ace that sat dormant and prepared, was ready to end this, if it hadn't been already.
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In an extremely dangerous stance, the mage shifted the whole weight of his body in order to avoid the second blade, also leaving an afterimage behind. And yet, something else happened around this time. Misdirection, the name of the ability. Not manipulating time or space but simply rippling through it, appearing in a location that he had previously visited at least once within the course of the battle. Sure, the speckles of the opponent's aura could have been headed towards that spot where he was just a mere instant before, but now, he was right at his left side, and as his opponent had started the slashing motion with his blade, the mage's steel would meet his flesh, shooting within him the sheer force of the absorbed power, were it to connect. And yet, it seemed that the second phase of Erebea had begun to take place. Were it to surface, his opponent would most likely meet an earlier death than planned, that is, if he was not already dead.
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Wasn't this some shit. It appeared that his opponent had finally managed to pull something out of his sleeve, that he had not saw coming. Some unknown ability that allowed him to backtrack and catch him in a bad-ass movement. Now as the blade of his opponents slashe and lacerated the flesh of the male's neck, something was born. Something that had been dreaming. Dreams were conjurations of the human brain’s imprecision and illogic, invested with emotion and allegory. Within this he was able to invest will into it, waking up his Hidden Ace that he ahd stored away. Now as the attack hit him, time and space itself from the turns of build will, would completely stop. Everything itself, even himself was stopped. The attack that struck his neck, the line of the blade would completely ring around the neck of his opponent. The first thing within time to start again would be the blood which would inevitably spew from his neck. The exact same 'damage' of the attack would capture Vinni, and the damage would be the end of him as it was supposed to be for himself. Now the body of the man that used the epitome of his will would was captured in a light that warped him ten feet behind his opponent, his neck unscathed. The entire attack itself by his will in summary had been reversed! Even though his opponent had aimed to make actions to end the life of this Swordslinger, he had called upon the hidden ace inside of him, the trick he was so famous for using in the most dire of situations. Despite the fact that it was so powerful, his body was slightly brittle from the attack. And his conscious waning. "I just wanted to go for a walk..," he would whisper as Xenogeist would emerge from the ashes of several buildings, a large Gear towering above the the fallen city and two opponents. One dead, and one alive. The battle had been a fierce one, but just as quickly and snappy as the battle had began. The battle ended in the same manner.
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And yet, as the body of the male was assaulted by the force of his own attack, his own hidden ace would activate. That air that rippled previously around his being before dissipating; that odd gesture of the environment. That was his trump card. The 'shielding' spell, if you will, would receive this damage, projecting it within the body of his enemy. Deflexio and Reflexio, the ultimate defense spells, and yet at the same time, basic ones, taught to magi who had entered the academy and achieved a grade of excellent control of aura. This shield, however, reacted to even the minuscule of attacks, if a punch's force was projected upon it, that same force would be returned towards the person who punched. And so, as the man reappeared, his body would be entirely twisted by the effect of the Deflexio spell as the damage would be projected upon it. Since the shield stopped existing afterwards, there was nothing else to reflect it upon and inevitably, his opponent would be dead now.
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Rather than allowing himself to take the immense damage that aimed to hit him, the essence of the blade instead would be used as a sacrafice to completely cancel the effects of any damage he was to take in twenty seconds. What did this mean? The blade that could slay worlds in legend was now given as a sacrafice, shattered and returned to the extra-dimensional world where it belonged in pieces. And upon that he was given the perfect and flawless defense, using the universe's aid to supply him with an indestructible defense. Now he was unable to take damage completely for 20 seconds (and since we are moving faster than that, two turns). And upon the blade breaking and sacrafcing itself, once again he moved. Speed and agility combined while the endowment of the Lumen Sages amplified once more. This caused him to jettison (LOL) from where he stood at speeds that transcended the previous. Images split from his body all bad-ass like, fading form eye-sight as the shimmering being flashed, and threw his fist forward in a direct punch to slam into the face of his opponent. A divine fist for one nefarious mother fucker. One nefarious mother fucker that was frankly pissing him off. "Acceleratio Metelitio!"
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"Vis Maxima." he spoke lightly as he noticed his opponent had not taken any damage at all. This irked him. Was this being completely immortal? It was something he had not met before, but then again, he wasn't clearly alive, now was he? It didn't matter much, for if his energy and mana was completely depleted, he'd most likely return to the planet, dying and at the same time, not dying, though in a completely useless state. This was not going to happen. Not now, at least. 'Vis Maxima', Greatest Output. This spell drew out the maximum performance of reinforcement magic. His being was already reinforced by Magia Erebea, utilizing this spell would only push those forces to its maximum force. As he moved in a dance-like fashion in order to avoid his opponent's fist, an afterimage threw its own fist towards the chest of the other male. This was the beginning, merely attempting to throw the opponent off-guard so to finish him off, though, if he was immortal, he'd have to apply every single bit of his magic to defeat him.
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While the form that launched the fist forward moved with such force, he was able to shift the remaining body weight into the blow. This would cause his body to duck down, while his left leg mounted into the ground beneath him. This acted as the center of gravity, his body swinging around to allow his right leg to slam into the left leg and inevitably the right leg of the foe. Incredible force that destroyed the ground beneath him as his leg swept across the ground and insane forces were initiated on his part. Meanwhile one of the forms that had faded from his body previously initiated a punch to the back of the foe's head, being that he didn't notice him before hand in his dodging of his previous punch. Well that just meant it wasn't likely he could dodge it now. The punch launched forward with vicious force in an attempt to break his skull open in one punch. That was happening while the leg sweep aimed to break the left leg, and atleast damage the right. Not even a second had past, and everything around them seemingly just stopped completely. The climax.
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And now, not only a third afterimage would appear, but a fourth one. This was another hidden ace, a taboo technique. "Four of a kind" its name. Engulfed in an incredible speed, the third afterimage would jut out from his chest, grabbing the arm of the male as the robed one's figure swayed back, once more, in a dance-like fashion, though maintaining the speed that he had, which managed to propel him away from the warrior's melee attacks. The fourth afterimage would shoot out from him as well, slamming against the elbow of the male while his arm was stretched, effectively breaking his arm.
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The elbow slammed into the arm of the golden figure which moved through the figures before him. The afterimages that projected themselves forth couldn't touch him, as he utilized one of the abilities of his divine protection. Though it was running out, as the figure moved back in a dance like fashion, he'd discover that his eyes had deceived him. Though a figure appeared to be getting his arm violently snapped, infact he had transcended space and appeared directly behind his opponent, in which he initiated a forbidden move. His answer came swift and violent. In less than a blink, the humming indigo-colored blade of his Vande Stelca anti-proton beam sword which appeared from thin air cut through the space between them, actually rather than cutting it warped through the space, and effectively this meant an instant cut from the top of the male to the bottom. There was one final effect of the golden empyrean aura. Whenever anyone was within twenty feet of the aura, he had the divine ability to cancel any magical attacks and stat boosters for a temporary second, the only second he would need. The second in which every action he had given occured, leading to the final end of the battle. As the sword would cut through the being and strike the ground, the energies from the blade itself would erupt forward and viciously burn through his body, throwing him into the sky above. Damn. Such an intense battle that ended in himself flying through the sky, scorched, and nigh dead. Yet so much fun...the most fun he had experienced in ages.
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The hues of the mage widened. Effectively, he had nothing to compete against that single move, however, the moment his opponent's ability took place, in that exact second, not only would the figure of the mage be cut, but disappear entirely, leaving in its place a single card. Disbelief Aspect. Directly after any opponent destroyed the aspect and after Four of a Kind had been used, only then could this additional technique take place. Spiritual flames flickered instantly around the figure of the male, a millimeter away from his skin and flesh. These flames soon took the shapes of daggers, spears, lances, halberds, katanas, swords, claymores, scythes and many more weapons. There were probably a million bursts of blue flames, which made the area around the assassin look as if it was coated in a blue see-through layer of aura. "... And then there were none." a voice resonated out of nowhere within the male's head, but he wouldn't even hear it, for as soon as the flames took shape instantly, they'd pierce the flesh, bone, mind, conscience and soul of the opponent, revealing the figure of the mage afterwards when the flames conjoined in a spot twenty feet away from that one.
Eviscerate[/u]
Goddamnit. It never fucking ended. And now the new attack was met with the fire which emitted from his blade as stated. Even though the spiritual flames and blades aimed to pierce through his body, they were repelled by the immense force and power of the blade that slammed into the ground with such deadly prowess. And hence the only difference in action was the blade's dome which extended and wrapped across the entire city. Or the span they were in. 100 meters, and everything within was different. But how? Now his body rather than flying upwards, took more of the force of the flames, so that he could stumble from the flames with a sinister grin. "Alright nigger...ready to end it?" his voice spoke slowly, while flames incased the field that they stood in, spreading viciously. Anything that touched these viridian flames were instantly wiped from existence, and now everythign outside of the circle that they stood in, were towered over in walls of flames that completely captured them inside. No escape. For either of them. The worst part was the nigh complete absence of magic that the flames brought about. There was no magical resonance or no particles in the air that magic could travel through. and hence magical spells were dispelled. No lightning bolts or bullshit could be fired. It was coming to a close. Now with this he began walking forward slowly, both of his hands shaking loosely and his eyes flaring with malicious intention. "End."
Vinni[/u]
Runes lit up as the real mage stared at the being of the other male. The words resonated within his mind almost instantly, casting the Liberum spell. This would liberate his being from all outer influences upon it. He was himself and no one else, only the effects that he imposed upon himself took effect upon his being, separating his being from everything else. The runes triggered the spell, but the words strengthened it even more. "Agilitas Fulminis et Sinus Magnus Erebea!" The viridian flames that were closing in on them would now pose no threat against him. And so it began, the transition that Erebea brought along with it. Using it once in a match was dangerous, but using it twice and at a level more powerful than the normal was usually not even a thought. The insanity in his being began to resurge, that beast that he had sealed ages ago along with his elementalist skills. He could only partake of its energy now, but doing so along with Erebea was too risky. Part of his being lost itself when this happened, his left eye changing from the usual sapphire hue to a deep scarlet one. The invisible full moon. The red eyes of insanity and many more names. The battle was reaching its end and he could feel it in his skin.
Eviscerate[/u]
A thick, pasty fog stretched out across the ground, robbing it of its material makeup seconds after passing over. With each inch advanced, the volume of the screams and cries diminished faintly. Soon enough other noises joined in; laughter, distant voices speaking unintelligibly but in excited tones, among a healthy number of other emotional signatures. Echo was an ethereal plane of existence, true, but it was distinctly separate from the common Ethereal dimension most people knew of. Unlike the Ethereal domain, Echo was not a disfigured mirror of the material surroundings. One could say that Echo was a reality onto its own, only capable of being reached through very specific means. One that he had made mutal contact with, one that he would bring into the world in which they existed. True, the flames that sapped the magic from the air were useless and only there as to prevent either from escaping. From escaping the forcing exsitence of Echo. The surface of Echo was a mixture of degraded memories and souls. Broken down to the point that they were nothing more than residue emotions, the spirits were little else but visual substance layered over the untamed streams of memory. Creatures from Echo treaded with ease through this constant mist, as it encased the whole of the plane. However, beings outside of Echo who found themselves within the ankle high haze quickly succumbed to the emotional torrents swirling about. It was within a flash that they had appeared there. And man, was he pissed. Even thought he place held such a dominant and really reallky powerful tone, the man himself was immature and ready to end the battle as ever. Now standing there, he watched his opponent prepare his attack. A small smile. A small smile that only grew as his body began to turn shades of dark. Really dark. I mean they covered him from head to toe, and they constantly spread with no show of stopping. "Congratulations...it's over."
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Victor: Eviscerate
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Old but definitely one of the best fights I've had. ^