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| Rurouni | Dec 7 2008, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
Katsujin-ken satsujin-to...
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I suppose I should have expected the entrance to the underworld would be found in such a godforsaken place... Shadyn exhaled with an exasperated huff, blowing air lightly tinged with ash from his nostrils. His feet had brought him to the edges of the island of Fincayra. His boots were worn down and encrusted with the dust of many miles behind him, worthless miles without a purpose. He was a drifter because he knew of no other way to live, a wanderer who had every purpose to exist and yet none at all. Shadyn was unique in all the world, and with that uniqueness came a strange yearning that was becoming more and more difficult to deny. However, as much as he couldn't deny it, identifying it was another matter entirely. He could not shake the feeling that there was something he lacked, something he was missing in life. That wasn't surprising after all; someone as aberrant as himself had to have some kind of purpose in life, a purpose that he was not fulfilling. So what, then, was this purpose? I should have died along with the blight plaguing Shorelanei all those years ago...why did I survive to this meaningless, sordid existence? It's more damning than the Abyss itself. Which, ultimately, was why Shadyn's feet had trudged to this far-corner of Fincayra, where it was rumored he could find the entrance to the underworld. Instead he had found mile after mile of singed land, scarred here and there by the torching breath of the dragons that made their homes here. The landscape was foreign, with craggy rock formations and rolling hills complete with trees and scattered greenery. It was uninhabited except for the fiery lizards that made their homes in the various caves that inundated the cliff-sides and the earth beneath his feet. Who knows how far down the holes penetrated into the earth? Frankly, Shadyn didn't much care. All that was down there besides burning, fanged death was the bones of those foolish enough to believe there might be something else. What he searched for was far more elusive and, in its own way (Shadyn smirked inwardly at the irony), more dangerous. Shadyn's footsteps trod carelessly over the earth, crunching over the sticks and small plants. The crunch contrasted sharply with the relatively noiseless passage his feet made over the charred sections of ground they encountered, giving his footsteps a strange, sporadic, uneven quality. He made little attempt to conceal his presence, moving with his head bowed slightly and hair hanging in his golden eyes. He looked innocuous for a celestial being of his caliber, wearing only his plain, brown traveling attire complete with the ragged scarves wrapped tightly around his neck and fluttering behind his back with the wind of his passage. Any self-respecting angel would have gone looking for the entrance to the unholy realm replete with resplendent armor and glorious weapons of heaven, but not Shadyn. No, the only evidence to the eye of anything at all special about him was the blades he wore. It was worth noting that Shadyn had relatively recently changed up his fighting style. Not significantly, but enough to throw off anyone who might have fought him before. He still fought with his signature Twin Blades of the Eclipse, Soltia and Lunaras, but in a slightly different manner. Soltia was still strapped on normally, with the hilt over his right shoulder, but Lunaras was slung horizontally on the back of Shadyn's hips. The hilt jutted out slightly awkwardly to Shadyn's left side and was mirrored by the end of the scabbard poking out from Shadyn's right hip. It was an odd-looking arrangement to be sure, but over time Shadyn had grown accustomed to its feel. Even so, as his right hand hooked a lock of auburn hair behind his ear, his left hand fiddled with Lunaras' hilt absently. Shadyn was feeling uneasy. Why? He wasn't sure just yet. The mere feeling was enough to get him running his thumb over Lunaras' shining pommel absently. The blade itself was certainly excited; the night was its domain, and though the air was slightly hazy with ash the sky above was clear and cold, with a shimmering crescent moon casting an eerie luminescence over the uneven landscape. Shadyn's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. A warrior of his caliber knew all too well never to disregard an instinct like the one he was feeling at that moment. His footsteps led him down into a small canyon between two high rock formations on either side resembling cliffs. They only jutted up about seven meters on either side of him, and left about five meters of space between that Shadyn was currently inside of. the cliffs on either side were inundated with holes such that they looked like stale, crusty swiss cheese, with some holes large enough for a small dragon to fit inside. His eyes began to rove the visible arc in front of him, scanning for any sign of the cause of his increasing wariness, while his ears remained attunely aware of every sound that was not the soft tapping of his boots on the bedrock. His mind reached out and touched the manastream, feeling for any ripple, any slightest disturbance. Could it be that I'm being stalked...perhaps by a dragon? Dragons were hunters, and were known for their intelligence. He wouldn't be surprised if a particularly clever and stealthy one was attempting to get the drop on him. Personally, Shadyn took issue with those who called themselves dragon slayers, for he felt them nothing more than poachers of a proud race that was above such barbaric persecution. However, if he was being eyed up by some unseen pair of eyes at that very moment, Lunaras in particular was practically vibrating in its sheath with the need to be drawn in battle once again, something that had not happened for an age it seemed. |
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.   And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 8 2008, 11:03 AM Post #2 |
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Time… how much of it has gone by since his existence began? Too much some could say… or at least not enough. For Sujin… it’s a strange mixture of the two. His life, complicated and only in his late 20s and already has he experienced more than his fair share of hardships, love, and loss. But all of those events, each part of it in some way molded Sujin into the person he was now. Now most may say that it’s not exactly the best kind of person to set an example for, but he was real… his reactions to things are real… Sujin’s life was 100% forged of the reality he lived in, the reality he shares with every other living being in this universe, in this point and time and in this plane of existence. But this time, he was going to meet an old friend. He had done battle with him once a while back, a fight that very much exciting, and easily the man he fought that day is one of the few that can get the Fang that excited. And as such… he was held in extremely high regards compared to others he had done battle with. This man was on the level of Codrus and Siegfried, His name was Shadyn, and it was this day that Sujin had traveled from his home to “pounce” on him if you will. It had been many; many moons since the young immortal had heard anything from anybody on the fact that he was back, and if he was… where did he decide to wonder off to this time. So it was this day that the massive crimson dragon known as Sujin sailed on his mighty wings over the lost lands, over the place were dragons reigned, and were they were the most mad. Rumored, well at least to him, it was said that the entrance to the underworld, to hell was in these lands somewhere. It made the young immortal wonder just what sort of creatures besides his kin wondered here… just what could he get into if he decided to stir up some trouble on this side of the fence. But that was a story for another time, and an adventure for another day… on this day however, this story Sujin was keen on finding were the hell Shadyn was, maybe talk about old times and more importantly, kick him around a bit for old times… Just because he liked fighting him. Lower Sujin flew until his massive frame left the cloud line, giant golden orbs scanning the area below him as he passed through scorched lands with greenery dotting it every so often. And it wasn’t long before Sujin came across a figure he recognized, even from a great distance the Dragon King knew who it was. So the information he had gotten from someone in his sisters castle was legit, Shadyn was out here. His mighty wings beat once more as Sujin floated lower and lower to the ground until he was just a few yards off of Shadyn in the distance, the massive Flame Lord landed with the sounds of crushing rubble under his clawed feet. The Massive Draconic Body erupted in flames, as the massive outline seemed to melt away until a much, much smaller figure stood in its place, Sujin’s human figure. And Despite his high ground, it’d be possible for Shadyn to spot Sujin from so high up, especially with his loud ass landing. Plus, Sujin wasn’t the type to keep quiet for long. “Ooooooooooi! So ya not dead yet eh?! Who do you think you are disappearin off mah radar for so long?” The fang roared, his hands cupped over his mouth to project his voice farther, into the echoing canyon. |
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| Rurouni | Dec 9 2008, 10:16 AM Post #3 |
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Katsujin-ken satsujin-to...
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Shadyn was finally beginning to bear down on the feeling that was prodding the back of his mind, causing him to feel uncomfortable and restless. His eyes narrowed slightly as he at last recognized this agitating feeling, mouth tightening slightly in a hard line. It was the feeling of being watched, the feeling that eyes were upon him. Above you. Just as Shadyn's head jerked back to cast his gaze on the sky above him, an enormous dragon swooped overhead leaving turbulent, ashy air in its wake. The dragon was massive, of a height and girth that filled his vision. Its crimson scales glittered in the moonlight, their color dulled by the dim lighting. The dragon beat its wings one final time before coming to a thunderous landing at the top of one of the cliffs flanking Shadyn. There was a sound of crushing and breaking stone beneath the great lizard's scaled talons, and it looked at Shadyn with fierce, slitted eyes that would have made even the most hardy of men uneasy. Shadyn didn't so much as flinch, nor offer the creature even the slightest hint of an expression change. Shadyn's narrowed golden eyes met the great yellowed orbs that bore down on him in the night. His left hand continued to fondle Lunaras' hilt, which shimmered in the moonlight with an untold power. Its smooth stone pommel glowed as if there was a small galaxy contained within, and it was this orb that Shadyn's thumb caressed with the most alacrity. It didn't make to draw the weapon, but one could tell that the arm was on a hair-trigger, and within a moment the sword could be in his hand and raised in a defensive position. It became even more excitable when Shadyn's mind settled on who it was who gazed down upon him that very moment. Even before the great beast burst into the flames of transformation, the Nephillim knew who it was who confronted him. "It's been quite a while, Sujin." Shadyn's voice was low and quite calm, though guarded and loud enough for Sujin to hear. His golden eyes were narrowed and though he still did not draw either of his weapons, he knew how much Sujin spoiled for a good fight. They had not clashed in quite some time; their last confrontation had been in the Battle Arena and had resulted in the destruction of much of the building and the surrounding area. That was back when Shadyn had only just wandered into Avalon, when his magical powers were still muddled and diluted. Since then, his magic had expanded greatly though it still had not reached its full power. His swordsmanship had also sharpened from more frequent use; in the first fight he had been a tad rusty. That was no longer the case. If Sujin chose to face him now, he would face a Shadyn far more capable than the one he knew. "You'll find I'm like that pesky housefly who always seems to avoid the swat, no matter how big the flyswatter might be." Shadyn stood rooted to the spot, meeting Sujin's now human eyes from his position considerably farther below. A chilled wind blew between the walls of the small canyon, fluttering Shadyn's worn scarves about violently. He calmly reached up to adjust the way they wrapped around his neck, in the process brushing the hair from his eyes to receive a better look at his surroundings and Sujin himself. Shadyn didn't know if the draconian was hankering for a fight, but if he was the Angelus did not want to be taken unawares. Sujin was not one to be underestimated, a factor that had nearly cost the Nephillim his life the last time their blades had met. In fact, it almost certainly would have if Sujin had not personally intervened to save his life. In a way, he both owed Sujin a debt for saving his life and simultaneously bore him a grudge for dealing Shadyn a death blow. It was quite an odd feeling indeed. Shadyn tossed his head to the side, eyes constantly on Sujin. "Not everyone yearns for the spotlight. I prefer to remain but a shadow in the corner of the eye, nothing but the silent wanderer one might see on the street and yet might not. Still, there are those who track me down like you seem to have done, oftentimes because of the things I do when I step into the public eye. Irony seems to permeate my life." Shadyn raised an eyebrow at Sujin now, turning the youth's questions right back upon himself. "Now it is my turn to inquire why you have pursued me practically to the end of the world. Merely to clap an old chum on the back for old time's sake...or are you geared up for a rematch?" One side of Shadyn's lip turned up ever so slightly at that last phrase. Part of him, the part that made the rest of Shadyn so dreadfully wary, was hoping the case was the latter. It had been quite a while since the Angelus had squared off with an opponent who required the full plethora of skills he possessed. Come, my friend...let me pay you back for that strike you dealt me last time. I triple dog dare you. |
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 11 2008, 03:12 PM Post #4 |
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Emperor of Flames
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You could say that Sujin understood what it felt like to be weakened, for he was not always as powerful as he is now. Oh no, the young immortal had to start somewhere, gifted with something that among normal human beings would of probably been special. You see, although human… Sujin was, I guess you could say blessed with abnormal strength for such a small frame, and an odd resilience for pain and punishment. It was this that set him apart from everyone else in the normal world, but it was also this thing that only made him average once he found himself in the mist of a tribe of barbarians in every way, stronger, faster, and more brutal than he was. It was against these barbarians that Sujin realized he wasn’t as strong as his father had told him, that there were people out there stronger than him. People out there that was stronger than even his parents. To a boy his age… it came as a shock, to think that his little universe was insignificant in the eyes of many. And it was with those people that the young mortal decided to grow stronger with, to train every day and every night, to bleed, to sweat, and to cry until he himself could stand atop them, to prove that his blood was the strongest, that his mom and dad and that he… would never be toppled and he would never falter. It was the day Sujin met and was defeated by Zyth, the beginning of his long road as a warrior. But there was a time that Sujin had become so powerful, and yet so unstable at the same time that he had literally… almost destroyed himself. It was this time that he and Shadyn had fought, and even then… the young immortal knows now that he won that fight due to his mass of power, not his skill. He had overwhelmed the celestial with; he couldn’t even say pure force because there was no real mass behind the unbalanced and unstable power he as the “TwinSouled” possessed back then. If Sujin truly had to guess, he won only because his power exploded at the last second, he didn’t make it so… it decided on its own, volatile stuff it was. But now, Sujin has grown over time, and undoubtedly so did his opponent. The fight this time around would be upon even ground. Sujin who has purified himself, focusing his strength and controlling it rather than letting it control him. And the Celestial… regaining his previous glory with his magical skill, this time… Sujin and he could fight on even ground… at the top of their game and unafraid to unleash everything they had. This land dead of life, madden dragons that are nothing more than oversized lizards and the possible undead. Nothing to worry about and it would be here that the young immortal would allow his black flames to devour everything as much as they wanted. “Silly question to ask me doncha think? I mean, you’re a friend of mine… you once became a god… but then suddenly fell from grace. All the while ya fade from my radar like ya dun even exist.” The dragon leapt from his resting place, landing with a hardly noticeable thud just a few feet away from Shadyn. His hands crossed over his chest in a relaxed manner, the ornate hilt of Ashmorne the Ancient Elemental blade on his lower back peaking out to his right side. The young immortal eyed Shadyn again, his crystal blue eyes staring at him… almost as if staring into him. “N as for a rematch… like I’d ever pass up a good fight.” The youth stood there for a moment, awaiting the answer to his obvious acceptance. Who was stronger now? The Reborn Dragon? Or the Fallen God? A rematch of once a Half Breed and a Lost Celestial. |
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| Rurouni | Dec 13 2008, 06:00 PM Post #5 |
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Katsujin-ken satsujin-to...
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Shadyn's brow furrowed upon listening to Sujin's next words, about his interpretation of Shadyn's most recent history. Yes, there had been a time when he had accepted the title of god, but he had tossed that title aside upon seeing the devastation he had wrought with its power. God of Life indeed...the numbers he had killed in the pursuit of his goals... His days as a god had been dark indeed, the days when he had hunted Jocelyn like a terrible wildcat. But that wasn't all he had done. He had developed a warp, twisted vision of a world containing only those he deemed worthy of life, a dissolute and perverted interpretation of his duties as a god charged with the preservation of life itself. The numbers he had killed later only served to make him sure that he had no right to decide who lived and who died. Who that authority really lay with...even Shadyn could not say. Perhaps wise Luna or mighty Sol, but no one below them, the most ascendant of all gods. Upon the realization of the horror he had caused, Shadyn had cast aside the mantle of god, though he still harbored some of the power allotted to him in those days. It lingered like a botched hair cut, except he doubted he would ever really return to normal. Normal...had he ever really been normal? Was anyone really normal? Even among Celestials, Shadyn was an anomaly. He was one of a kind, the only Nephillim of the Angeli. As a result, he found home neither on earth or in heaven, instead wandering between the two. The humans viewed him as strange and to be avoided, while the Angeli shunned him as an abomination. He was the only one with their blood unable (initially) to use magic. He compensated for it with extraordinary swordsmanship, which grew so acute that he could successfully combat the magical skills of much of his kind. However, Shadyn was always to be alone, a wanderer between worlds. Even when Soltia and Lunaras had blessed him with the full physical attributes of an Angeli, including magical power, the rest of his kin continued to look upon him with a wary eye. Shadyn was not, and doubted he ever could be, normal. Shadyn watched Sujin land nimbly beside him, looking as proud and yet wild as ever with an intriguing bastard sword lashed to his back. Yes...he wants a fight. Of this Shadyn was sure. The draconian was of the type always spoiling for a good bit of scrap. Such barbarians were not those Shadyn typically chose to associate himself with, being of an intellectual nature himself. Sujin, however, for whatever reason managed to intrigue him. His fighting prowess was practically unmatched among those less than gods. He also managed to lead his village with surprising efficiency and fill the role of father at the same time. Still, the youth was yet a green bud in the eyes of the universe and still had much to learn about the ways of things. "...Not everyone's life is as guileless as yours is, Sujin. Sometimes I envy you for it." He supposed Sujin's assertion that they were "friends" was accurate enough, though the word initially surprised him. ...I suppose you could call us friends, oddly enough. It might not seem like much to Sujin, but Shadyn couldn't say that he really had too many friends, so the realization was enough to draw his reflection for a few moments. Soon enough though, he pushed the thought from his mind and took a moment to scan Sujin's human form with his piercing golden eyes. A slight breeze blew through the slot canyon they stood in, fluttering Shadyn's scarves out behind his slender form and tasseling his hair in all directions. His eyes were narrowed, his mouth in a hard line. To Shadyn, combat was not an area where he chose to kid around. He was suddenly aware of every crack in the rock walls at either side of him, as well as precisely the amount of clearance he had on either side. "...Consider yourself lucky. You caught me on a day when I'm particularly on edge. Lately I have preferred to...distance myself from violence of any kind, but a good stretch of my muscles I think is warranted in this case." After a brief pause, Shadyn's eyes returned to Sujin's fiery hand-and-a-half sword. "Your sword...I don't believe you fought me with that in our previous battle. A blade of fire, correct? A weapon after your own heart indeed. Well, if that is what you intend to fight with, then its opposition will be this." Reaching up with his right hand, Shadyn's fingers wrapped easily around the swirled, ornate handle of the fiery sun sword, Soltia. He, just like any other warrior worth his mettle, had grown so accustomed to its position on his back that he didn't need to feel for it at all. Grabbing it was like grabbing his own nose; it simply came naturally. Soltia came free of his sheath with the slow, subdued, elegant scrape of metal on metal characteristic of a drawn sword. Shadyn brought the blade down and held it horizontally in front of him with his left hand open, palm pressing against the flat side of the sword. The blade shimmered even in the dim light. It's length was carved with symbols in a language foreign to Sujin, with an ornate hilt inset with a pulsating ruby and a shining pommel. It's crossguard ended with spiked hooks, giving the blade a slick, elegant, and yet wicked appearance. It was a blade that exemplified perfection in every way, forged by hands not of this world. His only equal in quality was his sister, Lunaras, whose hilt shown at Shadyn's left hip but remained undrawn. "I believe you have met my weapons before, but you have never been properly introduced. This is Soltia, and if it is blades of fire that interest you, you will find no other sword finer than this. Contained within it is the ultimate flame, that which gives life to this earth and holds the power to take it away in an instant. It is the essence of mighty Sol, and though he sleeps at the moment and his power is nil, I think you will find it easily a match for your weapon." Soltia's gleam was minimal at the moment, but it still seemed to shine with untold power. The blade was warm to the touch, as if anticipatory of the clash that was soon to ensue. Shadyn's eyes narrowed still more as he waited for Sujin to draw his weapon. |
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 14 2008, 05:15 AM Post #6 |
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The young immortal never ran from what he was in the end, Yea sure he had honor… incapable of striking down anyone or anything that lowers their weapon in defeat. But it didn’t matter if it was a man, woman, or a child. If anyone were to pit themselves against him, put their life behind their weapon and fight, Sujin would rob them of their life, of their potential, and of their loved ones love. The Fang was a murderer, a beast, and no matter how much he tried to hide it behind his innocent grin, behind his love for his people and love for their prosperity, he hungered for blood and for battle. Maybe it was the barbarian in him…who knows, but it’s true. He… enjoyed combat, enjoyed life or death fights. Hungered for them, but at the same time… he wished for a life that didn’t mean he’d have to fight. A life in which Sujin could just bask in the love of his son Gaijin and wife Istelle aiming to effectively lead his people from his generation unto the next. The greatest thing though, it that Sujin in all aspects of the word was young. 20 something odd years has he been alive, and a maximum of 10 or so has he been leading Dian, and another 5 or so more has he been in charge of Preah. The youthful dragon had a long life ahead of him, millennia younger than his wife and it scared him to think she’d pass on before him. But at this point in time, the now… not the later is what mattered. Sujin stood before an old friend… or at least he considered him so. He was no fool, and true enough Sujin may have always spoiled for a fight, he’d never push one on someone. No, he knew that the Shadyn that stood before him this day, just a few feet away was itching to have a go. Be it for revenge for the spiritual scar he dealt him. The young immortal didn’t know his reasons, and in truth didn’t care, his aura, his stance… it all spoke of a battle to come, and of course the young immortal would answer with everything that he was. Everything that he has perfected and honed over the years, in battles with strong warriors and gods, Sujin understood the moment his blade was drawn, recognizing it from the last time. The sword of the sun, the one that was akin to the immortals own power. However, despite the fact that he could have easily drew the sword at his lower back, the young immortal decided against it. Instead, an intense heat began to focus on his left hand. Suddenly almost without warning, his hand ignited with a scream. Flames as black as a starless night, the heat focused more and more until a blade appeared on his hand the hilt of it looking to be made of some sort of organic material. It enveloped his hand, almost as if it was his hand. “Aye aye, That blade I just came a cross a little while ago, its name is Ashmorne as ancient as time itself. I’ll use the blade when you decide to unsheathe ya moon steel too… for now, Berserk Dusk ere’ll do the trick.” The blade burning blade was intense, the heat that radiated off the sword turned the ground to ash, just from the sword hovering above it. Berserk Dusk, in many ways was his ultimate weapon, the pinnacle of his Pyrokinesis. But with such a great degree power and focus to maintain the flowing blade, it meant that if he were to ever slip into a rage… even just once the blade would dissipate from his grip. That was the reason he carried Ashmorne, although technically weaker than Berserk Dusk… the ancient metal was nigh indestructible, and was powered by its own magic, not having a need to draw it from Sujin himself. The perfect weapon to use in a rage… and the perfect weapon to use in tangent with Berserk Dusk, this was Sujin’s weaponry, different from the last blades he used… focused entirely on focused might rather than split individual strengths. He had found his balance, found his focus… and nobody, not even the gods could beat him at his own game now. The closest person to flame itself, a fire that burned in his soul, so intense it threatened to even engulf him one day. “Alright mate, Bring it ya? Don’t disappoint me now, I ant had a good one in years!” Sujin’s grin didn’t fade, the longsword length blade of pure flame resting at his side, ash from the rock beneath it swirling upwards and blowing away with the slightest wind that entered the valley in which the two stood. Sujin’s signature lazy stance… dubbed the Sleeping Chains. |
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| Rurouni | Dec 14 2008, 05:44 PM Post #7 |
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Katsujin-ken satsujin-to...
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Shadyn watched with no change of expression whatsoever as Sujin drew out the weapon he would actually be using for this battle. Just like last time, the youth discarded the material weapon he had at the start in favor of one he summoned seemingly from midair. This new blade was another the likes of which the Nephillim had never before seen. It was pure black and quite large and strange in shape. It was about the size and length of a longsword, contrasting with the great swords Sujin normally chose to use in combat, but it was wickedly curved and its tip came to three curling points like a flame frozen in time. Judging from the magical fluctuations that took place as Sujin summoned it, Shadyn guessed that this was a weapon composed of pure flame. The flames had been conjured out of nothing and then compressed to take substantial form. Intriguing indeed. From the looks of the blade, it was giving off such heat that the rock nearest Sujin was smoking and ash was fluttering off of its surface in bits and pieces. Shadyn imagined that if he were normal, he too would feel that heat. But he wasn't, was he? Despite the heat that poured from the blade in quite an imposing manner, Shadyn's expression remained icy cold and revealed not a flicker of worry. Soltia was quite more conventional in make, if not for its clearly ornate and beautiful design, and as it was still night (though the first flecks of dawn were beginning to color the horizon), the blade hardly gave but a shimmer. Sujin was so prone to great, flashy weapons like the one he currently held. He was yet young, and didn't understand what kind of a force he faced. No matter how strong Sujin had become, no matter how brightly his flame burned, it could not hope to match the true essence of fire. Flames of such majesty that they had shaped the planet itself, given it form and filling it with the warmth to sustain the life that Luna blew into it. Flames of such power that they could burn the world to a cinder in an instant and leave not a single microbe alive on its surface. Such was the awesome power of Sol, and the power that Sujin faced in choosing to square off against Soltia. However, Soltia was not a nocturnal blade. It's powered ebbed as the sunlight dimmed, and with dawn only just starting to come, its abilities were still minimal. Sujin might think it odd that Shadyn was deliberately not using the blade that was at home in the darkness, the cool and enigmatic Lunaras. She remained sheathed across the back of Shadyn's hips, and the Angelus made no attempt to so much as gesture in its direction. Instead, he was using the blade that would give him a disadvantage. But why would he do such a thing, when he knew as well as anyone the caliber of the abilities he faced? The Nephillim appeared to all eyes entirely undaunted. He did not move a centimeter, keeping Soltia raised horizontally in front of his chest with his left palm pressing against the flat of the blade. His eyes never left his adversary. For many long moments, he remained like this. All the while, his warrior spirit was bearing down upon Sujin in all its ferocity. It was a common ploy of seasoned combat veterans to attempt to psych out their opponent in the calm before the storm, and though Shadyn knew Sujin was not vulnerable to intimidation, he was using the moment to formulate some kind of plan of attack. He and Sujin, though "friends", were polar opposites. Sujin's rage and raw power clashed drastically with the calm, calculating Shadyn, who enjoyed exploiting his opponents' weaknesses to bring them down with the head rather than the arm. It was a clash of two poles, and it was sure to be dazzling. At last, movement. Shadyn brought Soltia down to his side and brushed his bangs from his eyes with his free left hand, the lower half of his face nestled in the wrappings of his scarves. He took a stance with the left foot leading with a slightly bent knee and Soltia held loosely at the opposite side. The moonlight caught the blade's hilt for an instant, causing a momentary bright shine that one couldn't help but be dazzled by for the slightest of moments. That was all that would see, for in the next moment Shadyn had simply vanished, leaving nothing but a few tufts of swirling dust in his wake. One who could feel the murrents of the metaphysical would see a powerful ripple, a shockwave similar to that created when a spell was cast. For several moments there was no sign of him, giving Sujin enough time to react to wherever he might think Shadyn would appear from. However, despite the rapid movement that would seem to imply an attack from another direction, Shadyn reappeared at the same angle as he had been moments before, having chosen to try to trick Sujin into whirling around to meet a blade from some other direction when in reality he had simply closed the distance between them. Soltia cut cleanly across horizontally from left to right, a relatively typical slash that nevertheless formed the opening strike of a rematch that was sure to shake the very heavens with its ferocity. Edited by Rurouni, Dec 15 2008, 09:52 AM.
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 15 2008, 07:22 AM Post #8 |
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Flashy weapons? What the hell would you expect from someone that used flame, not heat for their element. Yea, his sun weapon may have been akin to the very flames the young immortal wields, but in no shape or form do those flames from the mighty Sol reach earth, only its heat. Sujin is the being closest to becoming one with fire, the one to become flame and heat itself. And a sword that drew its might from the very light that forged it would be useless against him in the dark. Shadyn decided to look down on him, using such an inferior weapon against him. That was a mistake easily rectified in this kind of situation, because Sujin, was the last person you wanted to underestimate. Perhaps he didn’t understand just how much he has grown in his absence? The young immortal didn’t move, didn’t flinch even break his stance. Maybe he shuffled his feet a little. But nothing in the form of Sujin feeling any real pressure from Shadyn’s spirit, true he knew it was there, and felt it. It was like something was bearing down on his shoulders. But this weight was nothing, not like the overwhelming aura he felt from the stronger gods. No… This aura was nothing compared to even the hardships of being a parent, being someone with thousands of people following in your shadow depending on your protection. Yea, this was nothing to him, nothing like having thousands of lives depending on your very life to survive… specially nothing like not looking like a weakling in front of your son. And then silence, the aura bombardment ended, and Shadyn disappeared. A show of his infamous speed, as his body almost literally disappeared from view. It made not the dragon nervous, Sujin stood strong and calm, even his fidgeting ended. Crystal blue eyes faded under the weight of his eyelids as they closed, Calmly Sujin awaited the blow, knowing full well it wouldn’t do much of anything. And as predicted, Sujin’s eyes opened only to find Shadyn bearing down in front of him, his jeweled blade cutting across his abdomen. The young immortal stood strong and sighed, his heavenly steel barely if anything causing a scuff across his skin, although it cleanly cut through his shirt. Berserk Dusk instantly dissipated the hand that once held the burning steel placed on his hip as his right found its home behind his back, scratching at his golden locks. “ Oi, ere you go again making the same mistake you did last time… underestimating me. That steel ant gonna be able to cut it… not now at least. C’mon try again ya?” Obvious disappointment in his voice as Sujin melted from view only to soundlessly reappear a few feet from were he once stood. He too was fast, and easily Shadyn’s equal in speed. “Alright, this time with some feeling! Right here!” Sujin patted at his chest, taunting the celestial to attack once more and to hit him harder at that. At this rate, Sujin would lose interest and just walk away… was Shadyn really not worth his time now? |
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| Rurouni | Dec 15 2008, 10:23 AM Post #9 |
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Shadyn didn't swivel at first, Soltia held pointing straight out from his side where it had finished its slashing attack. His eyes were not visible beneath his bangs and his mouth was still wrapped in the folds of his scarves. If Sujin could see it, though, he would see a mouth that remained expressionless. Shadyn yet appeared undaunted by his opponent despite his clear disadvantage. It was important to note that though Soltia sliced at Sujin, it did not burn. Yes, perhaps during the day Soltia would be at a disadvantage resulting from its intense heat and Sujin's invincibility against flame, but at night it was nothing but cold steel, sharper than a scorned woman's glance. Perhaps this was why he had chosen it, as Shadyn was never one for unleashing his full abilities when the battle had only just gotten started. Weakened as it was, in this state it could harm Sujin, something that could not be so easily said when it's blade burned as hot as the sun itself. Of course, he hadn't meant that attack to be a deathblow. It was more of a strike meant to gauge his opponent's abilities. Even so, though, he had expected it to do more damage than it had. It looked as if he hadn't even broken the skin with that blow, which was worrisome to say the least. Sujin was stronger than he and relatively impervious to attack. He also evidently thought he was just as fast, judging from the way he imitated Shadyn's speed. It was a belief that Shadyn was more than willing to allow him to believe. If the young fool hadn't learned from their last match, it would be his undoing. Silent, Shadyn lowered his blade and turned to face Sujin, this time not taking any kind of a combat stance. His bangs covered his left eye, but the right, the one crossed with a terrible X-shaped scar, peered out at Sujin with halcyon intensity. The moonlight that had blanketed the ground with its silvery shroud had vanished behind a great cloud, leaving the two warriors in relative darkness. The Nephillim, almost as if he had been expecting this, stepped back into the shadows and out of sight, one last gleam of his golden eye being all that remained. While he vanished into the sombre recesses of the slot canyon, Sujin would be lit up like Aion at night with his great, fiery sword and the waves of heat that rolled off of it. It was almost as if the gods had painted a target on him. Fortunately, though, Sujin had dissipated his strange weapon. It mattered not, though. Shadyn's night vision was exceptional, and he could certainly still see well enough to press the attack effectively. When Shadyn's voice came, it seemed to come from all directions, reverberating through the slot canyon and taking on a sonorous, eerie quality. "Stronger than before....impressive to say the least. However, evidently you do not yet appreciate where the true test of a warrior lies. Not in his arm, or the thickness of his skin, but in his head." The shadows themselves seemed to shift, flitting around Sujin's scintillating form as if to mock him in all his glory. There was no sign of the Angelus; he yet eluded sight and hearing. Despite Sujin's great power, the youth had his weaknesses. Shadyn did not underestimate him one bit. On the contrary, he saw Sujin for exactly what he really was: barely older than a teenager. And just like a teenager, he was sure his way was the right one no matter what evidence there might be to the contrary. He was cocky, overconfident, and careless. His external weaknesses might be few and far between, but inside...aye, there was the rub. "I had thought you might learn something from our last battle, but apparently I was wrong. How convenient for me." With that, Shadyn at least reappeared, this time hunched on the rock behind Sujin, just above the young warrior's height. He was perched there as easily as if gravity itself had shifted 90 degrees and the wall had become the floor. Soltia remained gripped in his right hand, but it had been reversed to it was being held backhanded like a dagger. Not wasting any time from when he finally appeared behind Sujin, Shadyn immediately pressed his left palm against the pommel of the sword and used the strength of both hands to plunge the blade down at Sujin, aiming directly for his vulnerable brain stem, where the head met the vertebral column. A slashing attack might have been ineffective, but a stabbing attack such as this with Angelus strength behind it would stab clear through several inches of steel. No mere thick skin could stop it this time. Edited by Rurouni, Dec 15 2008, 11:09 AM.
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 15 2008, 11:15 AM Post #10 |
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Apparently Sujin’s taunts didn’t hit anything; it didn’t affect the steely resolve of the celestial opponent before him. It was kind of sad really, he enjoyed it the most when his opponent was fighting with everything he had. Maybe Shadyn wasn’t as great as Sujin pegged him to be? No that’s not right, Shadyn is indeed a powerful warrior to face off against, but this time, he decided to play mind games, to attempt to outwit an opponent that didn’t use his whit for anything? It didn’t really make sense to him, and it probably never would because Sujin was the type to think about things less and less if they weren’t obvious. But this was really bugging him, it was really getting under his skin just why would Shadyn try to out-think an opponent that never thought about anything? Puzzles… maybe the reason for it was exactly what this was right now? To make the youth think in order to take his mind off the battle. For as Sujin stood in his position scratching his head and kicking loose rocks, a cloud covered the bright light of the moon, causing the valley to turn to shadow. Almost absolute darkness as the dragon stood still, kicking rocks and thinking. And it was his words, the words that seemed to bounce off of all the walls in the area, speaking to him from every possible angle. Telling him, that his strength although impressive was meaningless in a fight, that it was the mind that did the fighting such a thing Confused Sujin more and it was in that moment, that brief moment that Sujin decided to ignore it. If a fight took place in the head, then Sujin would just crush the skull that thought so, in the world they lived in, in the world he lived in. Sujin reigned as one of the supreme. Equaled by few and surpassed by less. Sujin however, was not so arrogant to think himself a god, for as a child he learned, beat into his flesh and bone that there is always someone out there stronger. Sujin knew that despite his vast strength that he was nothing in the eyes of a god. True he could stand toe to toe with Kioku, but that was only as long as she allowed such. The young immortal knew damn well that if Kioku wanted to… she could of wiped him off the face of the earth, and something else he did know… is that Shadyn no matter how powerful he would be later… could do nothing to him as he was now. “Bah I dun learn anything I dun needa know. And fa the likes of you, fa the likes of errybody that challenge me, I have proven over and over again that its my might and instinct that reigns supreme. Not your smarts!” Sujin roared in defiance, angered by the fact that he was still being looked down on. His mind? A weakness? Ha! If anything Sujin’s mind is what everyone should be striving to reach. True enough, he would never be smart, Sujin’s head, his brain… was unchained, the limits on his body lifted and that’s what made him strong. His primal instincts, the thing that makes wildlife dangerous, is what rules him, and in combat there is no equal to instincts. Shadyn appeared behind him and attacked; Sujin felt him, knew he was coming and reacted accordingly. The stabbing blow came fast, but Sujin was yet again faster, his body melting yet again from the golden gaze of the celestial. Appearing again just 4 steps to the right of his attacker, this time however Sujin would retaliate, his right fist charged with telekinetic energy. A powerful straight blasted towards the exposed side of Shadyn, aimed for his skull. Before Sujin even extended his entire arm, the telekinetic pressure exploded almost as if Sujin extended his punch fully. “Not enough!” Sujin roared as he punched, his footing shifting mid blow causing his body to roll around Shadyn’s side to his flank, his left fist charged yet again with telekinetic energy. |
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| Rurouni | Dec 15 2008, 03:12 PM Post #11 |
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Shadyn looked on as his blow was dodged flawlessly, Sujin simply vanishing and reappearing out of range of his stab as he had before. Shadyn's eyes widened in sudden alarm. No! He's moved out of range! He didn't have time to belabor the point, though, as just as quickly he was beset with a counterattack. Sujin's telekinetic punch was upon him in an instant, but fortunately Shadyn's position didn't require him to move to weather the blow. His position, on his haunches sideways against the rock wall, was the perfect one to throw up his arms and Soltia with them, guarding his more vulnerable areas from the force of the blow and allowing it to dissipate in the rock wall he clung to. The blow also held him against the rock, keeping him from falling off as he would have otherwise since he had lost the momentum of his motion. His low center of gravity allowed him to weather the strike with minimum damage, though the sheer force behind it was astounding. Shadyn brought his hands down and raised his blade again just in time to see Sujin roll to his left side, a movement that brought a gleam to Shadyn's eyes and a smirk to his lips as he launched himself as high into the air as his legs would take him, driving his heel against a furrow in the rock face for vertical leverage. He couldn't resist glancing back to watch the results of his handiwork. Oh don't worry. This will be enough. You see, the funny part about what Shadyn was trying to convey to Sujin was that the youth didn't have to believe it. He didn't even have to understand it. It was clear that Sujin was Shadyn's superior in sheer brute force, but even so in their previous match and so far in this one, Shadyn managed somehow to hold his own. How was this possible? Shadyn's mind was able to compensate for many of his weaknesses. For example, he could figure out new and creative ways to use his spells, abilities, and weapons in ways that his opponents could never expect and never defend against. He could use their weaknesses against them, and strike when they least expected it. Sujin's weakness was his brutish mentality. He failed to be mindful of anything but the battle at hand, of any element that didn't involve defeating his enemy. And he simply didn't understand why that was such a problem. But that was okay, Shadyn could deal with that. Sujin didn't have to understand, he didn't have to believe. The meteor that was within a hair's breadth from striking Sujin's back would hit nevertheless. The great, flaming rock, approximately 7 feet in diameter, struck the ground where Sujin stood at a couple of miles per second, stopping whatever attack he had planned to follow up his first with. It was an attack he never could have seen coming, what with his seething rage and his focus on his current attacking combo. The meteor hit the ground with force equivalent to over about 1500 tons of TNT. Shadyn was blasted high up into the air by the sheer force of its impact, clear out of the slot canyon. It tossed him head over heels through the air and indeed, without his Angelus blood, he certainly would not have survived. The heat of the explosion alone burned away much of his leather clothing and scarves, but fortunately Shadyn was already mid-transformation into his true form. His wings burst from his back with a fiery eruption, revealing grayed feathery masses that beat madly to arrest Shadyn's fall. The explosion had been so loud that it continued to ring in Shadyn's ears, making him momentarily deaf. He came to a rest, hovering about a hundred feet from the ground, looking at the devastation his spell had wrought on the ground below. There was no more slot canyon. Where it had been there was a great plume and haze of dust rising up into the shape of a mushroom cloud, beneath which there was undoubtedly a massive crater burning at unthinkable temperatures. In the center of which, Shadyn knew, was Sujin. Shadyn had been afraid the meteor wouldn't hit, which was why he was so alarmed when Sujin dodged his stab by such a wide margin. It wasn't because his sword blow missed, but because the meteor, then within a second of impact, wouldn't have hit Sujin straight on. For indeed, that was Shadyn's strategy from the first moment of the battle. As his warrior's spirit was matching with Sujin's in the warrior's game of intimidation, Shadyn's objective had never been to psych Sujin out at all. Rather, it was to draw the youth's attention from the magic he was summoning, the focus his mind was taking as he coordinated the movement of a meteorite in the planet's orbit out in space. The spell had been cast at the precise moment he had begun moving to launch his first attack, movement that had masked the spell cast. Since then, the delays in Shadyn's attacks had been caused by his need to constantly direct the meteor through its path, because its hit had to be more precise than his Meteor Storm spell usually allowed. Even moving at the terrific speed such a falling object would, it took a few seconds for it to reach the surface of the planet. Only one rock was called, and so it had to hit full on. Shadyn had used taunts to enrage Sujin and blind him to the truth of Shadyn's battle strategy, something Sujin had fallen for hook, line, and sinker. Shadyn was afraid he might wonder why the moon suddenly clouded over, but fortunately Sujin was too insulted to consider that little detail. The swirling clouds above were a result of Shadyn's Meteor Storm, and had also given him the darkness he needed to launch attacks that would divert the draconian's attention further. Even through all this intricacy, the whole thing might have been ruined by Sujin's dodge because he no longer had time to adjust the meteor's course, and he knew heat alone would do essentially nothing to his adversary. Fortunately, though he had rolled to Shadyn's left and thus, the extraterrestrial rock had struck him broadside in the back, a blow that had vaporized the very rock around them and erased any natural features for a huge radius. Shadyn tossed his hair haughtily and allowed one of the sides of his mouth to turn up in a slight smirk. He stayed where he was, hovering in the air calmly. Soltia dropped to his side as he ran his free left hand through his hair. His satisfaction was considerable as he looked down to inspect his Magnanimitas Armor, his clothing when he changed to his true form. His human form clothing had been nearly burned away, but the armor was completely untouched. Sujin wouldn't have seen the like of it before. It was blue, the product of the pinnacle of magitechnology, and glowed with some contained power, giving the celestial quite a godlike appearance at that moment, especially considering the fiery devastation he currently surveyed. He knew Sujin wasn't dead, far from it. But perhaps this would knock some sense into the cocky demi-god. Shadyn remained on his guard for any kind of counterattack, staring into the hazy, dusty gloom as the rest of his senses cast out for any sign of Sujin's fate and actions. Even so, he couldn't resist calling out in that deep, calm voice of his that at the moment held just a hint of pride. "Doesn't seem like your "might and instinct" was able to stop that. Perhaps you should stop underestimating me, and start taking me a bit more seriously." ((OOC: I just can't resist saying it. You've activated my trap card!  I have indeed been planning this since my first attack post. I left a few hints along the way. By the way, a meteor seven feet in diameter would have effects similar to that. I even looked it up for you.)) Edited by Rurouni, Dec 15 2008, 06:45 PM.
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 15 2008, 04:17 PM Post #12 |
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Sujin was… well he was extremely disappointed with the performance of someone he considered a friend and more than that a rival. Shadyn was one of the few that could stand against him, he had proved it once but this time around, this time it just felt lacking. It was pricking at something deep inside Sujin, something that happened to him a long time ago. It was as if he wasn’t being taken serious, like he was a joke. Like he wasn’t strong enough, just a toy to play with, someone to use and then throw away, The Sujin that he is now as well as the Sujin he was years ago was meaningless. It was annoying! It pissed him off! The anger inside him bubbled and boiled, and right before Sujin reached his limit, right before his emotional unbalance tipped the scales for favor of a worst feeling… Shadyn showed what made him shine. The first of the telekinetic blows landed with relative ease, causing Shadyn to roll to the side, lessening the damage of the strike. And as the young dragon rolled and unleashed the second of his blows, things got hazy and the young immortal felt a heat, akin to his own baring down on him. Something in his head said turn, and turn fast. So with the momentum of his turn Sujin whirled around only to be caught face to face with a meteor, almost molten red from reentering the atmosphere. Blue eye’s widened in pure surprise, his anger clouded his instincts, causing it so that he was unaware of such things, Shadyn’s mind games apparently weren’t something you could just shake a stick at and shrug off. No, he causes Sujin to focus only on him, and only on the battle at hand, forgetting entirely the outside elements that Shadyn often brought to the battlefield. Sujin’s body reacted before he could think, before he could even curse Shadyn’s name in surprise. A mass amount of telekinesis busts from his frame the anger that he had built up releasing itself in an attempt to at the very least lessen the damage that would be done to his body. If he had been hit head on with that blow… the internal damage would have been too much for even he to heal in time to continue the fight. No, with this strategy he would only take the damage of the later blow… the crashing into the earth with the rock on his chest, rather than being torn to shreds from the inside out. The shell of Telekinesis Sujin formed to lessen the blow shattered, the rock connecting with the frame of the immortal dragon, and as the stone shattered and vaporized, a haze of heat and dust exploded outwards and up, creating a smokescreen in the obvious crater the meteor had formed. The cloud burst up and forward, apparently leaving Shadyn utterly untouched, just being blown forward by the explosion in itself. But what happened to Sujin? Was he dead? Was the fight over? Did the rematch already fall into the Fallen God’s favor? No. This was just the beginning, and Sujin wasn’t the type to be crushed under the weight of a meteor, no, Sujin wasn’t the type to be crushed under anything. The young immortal would survive and this was a battle that was just beginning. The lost lands was a perfect place for it… for it was the Fangs turn to unleash his own power, to answer Shadyn who had been taking him serious since the very beginning. The dust cloud continued to swirl, deep in the center were Sujin would be… the slot canyon obliterated by the celestials magical might. Sujin stood… in the middle of the dust storm, ground zero of the impact. His frame, covered in dust and debris his frame seemingly twisted by the force of the explosion. Both arms obviously broken, slowly but surely however… His regenerative abilities began to heal them. Both his fists and his shoulder seemingly fused together with the white hot metal of his armor. The young immortal was broken, internal damage was kept minimal due to the quick release of telekinesis. The ground beneath his now bare feet turned literally to glass, the frame of the young immortal stood resolute, his body slowly but surely healing the wounds sustained by the explosion. A twisted grin on his face, he truly enjoyed the feeling his body soaked in at this moment. Pain… the thing that let one know that even in the end… even after getting hit with a damn meteor… they were alive. Sujin was alive… and excited as hell! As the last of his external wounds healed, the open wounds and pieces of meat missing from his body closed. He had broken a rib or two and possibly punctured a lung, evidence by the random coughing fit and the blood that leaked from the corners of his mouth. But the young immortal couldn’t help but laugh, standing resolute and nude in the epicenter of the crater, laughing as he flexed his arms and legs, spheres of his blood appearing about his person. Without warning, the sphere’s caught flame, and enveloped Sujin’s body. The frame within the black flames grew larger, and suddenly grew wings. The Fang had transformed into his Draconian Form. Slowly as the flames dissipated, his crimson scales gleamed in the now appearing moonlight, even through the slowly thinning dust in the crater. Red eyes searched around for his steel, for Ashmorne, and with relative ease, he found the ancient bastard sword, not 3 feet from where he had originally stood. Gripping the blade at the hilt, Sujin’s mighty wings flapped once causing his body to just hover over the craters center, and with another Sujin had been sent rocketing skyward towards his prey. Crimson eyes gleaming with a primal joy, Sujin roared at the top of his lungs… signifying that he had gotten serious, his words so loud and so full of excitement that they would carry on for miles. “SHAYDN! TELL ME! ONCE I KILL YOU WHO WILL REMEMBER YOUR NAME?!” Sujin’s draconic roar echoed as the ancient bastard sword unleashed its own magical energy in the form of a crescent, flame elemental and heading directly for the Celestial. The true fight starts now. Edited by Sujin, Dec 16 2008, 08:45 AM.
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| Rurouni | Dec 15 2008, 04:29 PM Post #13 |
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Katsujin-ken satsujin-to...
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((I try ^_^. How else would I start a fight against such an opponent?)) |
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Rurouni | Dec 17 2008, 10:41 AM Post #14 |
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Katsujin-ken satsujin-to...
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Yet again Shadyn couldn't help but marvel at the pure, unadulterated power that this...this Fang Dragon exuded. It seemed his capacity to be a wonton engine of destruction was limitless. Though Shadyn couldn't see Sujin within the great cloud of dust and shredded debris, he could feel immense bursts of energy erupting from its center. Clearly, his blow had done even less than he had thought it would. It seemed all Shadyn had done was to bring forth his rage even quicker. Were all of his species capable of such feats? If they were, then it begged the question why Sujin seemed the only member of his species still alive. Then again, judging from what he had learned in their last battle, Fang Dragons derived their power from shedding their own blood.Perhaps that was the reason he didn't exactly happen upon them while he was out on a stroll. This was a topic to mull over another time, though, as the dust was suddenly forcefully disspated by a particularly large shockwave that radiated from ground zero. Through the haze of dust, Shadyn could see the crater that had been the result of his handiwork. The entire bowl was lined with glass from the impact of the superheated rock. It glistened in the light of the glow that was sporatically emanating from the center of the crater. There Sujin stood, his wounds healing rapidly before Shadyn's very eyes. Clearly he had somehow softened the meteor's impact enough to prevent it from being fatal, and instead was using the pain of his wounds to get himself worked up into quite a fit of excitement. Maniacal laughter choked out of his mouth, out of the corner of which trickled a tiny stream of blood that spoke of internal damage. He flexed his newly healed limbs with impunity as--there it is again--he began to summon the power of his own blood. Clouds of vaporized blood droplets materialized all around his body before bursting into flame, revealing a form of Sujin's that Shadyn recognized from the last time he had been out for the Angelus' head: his Draconian form. Shadyn himself, however, was as calm as ever. He didn't even make a move, merely raising his free left palm to point in the direction of the enraged dragon, who had just picked up his fallen Ashmorne from the earth and now made to launch his counterattack. Sujin began to beat his wings rapidly, clearly intending to charge straight up into the air and take Shadyn head on. He actually made it up for a few seconds too, getting as high as about ten meters and launching a flaming crescent from the tip of Ashmorne directly at the Celestial who hovered far above him. Then, for a reason that would probably seem inexplicable to Sujin at first, the Draconian simply...stopped. There was no evidence of telekinetic energy present, and yet some unseen force seemed to be holding Sujin in place no matter how fast he feverishly beat his wings trying to climb higher. It seemed that he suddenly had become far, far heavier...but of course that was impossible. During this moment of confusion, Shadyn used Soltia to meet the crescent-shaped flame that had rocketed from Ashmorne. He twirled the blade up and met the flame in midair, at which time the fiery attack simply swirled and dissipated around Soltia's glowing length. It was useless using fire against the very source of flame itself. Returning to Sujin's predicament, after a few moments of hovering awkwardly in place, the Draconian lost his lift and was pulled violently back to earth, impacting the ground right back in the center of the glass crater with considerably more force than he would have normally falling from that height. A full eight feet tall, his bat-like wings could barely support his weight in the air under normal conditions. Shadyn himself had more efficient feathered wings, and his body was considerably lighter than a human of the same size, both adaptations for flight. Sujin would find getting up extremely difficult, and becoming more so with each passing moment. It seemed that gravity itself had suddenly spiked, holding him pinned against the ground. The gravitational force was so intense that Sujin would have significant trouble raising his own limbs even considering his great strength. The Nephillim continued to hover in the same spot he had come to rest after the impact of the explosion, golden eyes ablaze with celestial fury. His palm was still straight out, his fingers curled as if exerting tremendous effort. His lips were set into a hard line, his mind focused on the spell he continued to increase in power. His voice still rang out clear and cold, though, in response to Sujin's question. "He who originally used the power you now feel...I personally killed him, and yet I remember his name along with the countless millions of souls that he had influenced in his lifetime. My concern is not that people remember my name. If I wanted to be popular, I would place myself in a prominent position as you have. Instead, I choose the life of a wanderer, trying to help and save as many as I can. That is the legacy I will leave when my time comes, and it satisfies me perfectly." This was a power Shadyn had regained since Sujin had seen him last, the ability to control gravity as he saw fit. By this time, the Gravity Crush spell that Shadyn was casting was beginning to reach critical levels. Sujin's heart began to have trouble pumping blood to the upper half of his body, the fluid instead pooling more and more at the bottom. The gravitational force continued to intensify, growing exponentially in strength with each passing moment. As he did this, Shadyn raised Soltia up behind him and closed his eyes, casting another spell even as he maintained his Gravity Control ability. His voice rang out again, terrible and triumphant in its ferocity. "You won't survive it this time. It will hit the ground even harder than the last one did due to the effects of amplified gravity. The impact will be your undoing, but do not fear." With that, Shadyn swung his blade down to point directly at Sujin as yet another meteor, even larger than the last, blazed down through the atmosphere far above him, within a few seconds of passing just above its caster to follow the path indicated by Soltia's pointed length to impact Sujin directly. The Nephillim's feral eyes gleamed even brighter than the shooting star. "I will remember your name." Edited by Rurouni, Dec 20 2008, 05:02 PM.
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |
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| Sujin | Dec 20 2008, 09:33 AM Post #15 |
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His excitement grew, his senses tightened, the young dragon had begun to reach the peak of his frames current power. Yes! This was the feeling he wanted, that burning in the pit of his soul that threatened to devour him whole. Yes, the feeling someone got when they were fighting for their life, fighting a battle that meant one or the other would die, and that was the lucky thing. Sujin wanted it… he craved to feel more pain, to be hurt more, to scream more and to laugh more. Sujin wanted his body to be so bruised and battered it’d take him weeks to heal, because for him… for him death was not an option. For the Fang had an existence that would impact the world in the years to come… barely a child in the eyes of the long lived…. Sujin had many things left to do, many things left to discover. Mighty Wings flapped harder as his crimson scales gleamed in the dim light. A toothy maw snarling at his target as flames seeped through the gaps in his teeth. He wanted blood; there was a debt to repay for the damage done to him moments ago, for the wounds that continued to heal internally. And so, the moment he released the crescent fang of Ashmorne, its own blaze negated by the sword of the sun he held, the Dragon Found his body gripped by something. His great wings continued to flap, but his speed steadily got slower and slower until he literally stopped in place. And it was in that split second before he began to descend rather than ascend did he understand what was happening. Gravity, his body had suddenly gotten heavier, and his wings were not strong enough to continue to carry his increasing weight. His body began to drop, and it was in this moment that Sujin’s draconian body melted from view his gleaming scales and heat disappearing without a trace as the full crushing blow of gravity was dealt. Sujin was stupid but he was no fool, Gravity was something that one could not win against, and he knew that if one could control it… it took a hell of a lot of concentration to even be able to bend it to one’s will. And to top it off… Shadyn decided to attempt to end the fight by unleashing yet another meteor on the spot Sujin would have landed if he didn’t infinite step up and out of the range of the spell. As it stood now, the Draconian floated effortlessly just a few yards above Shadyn, speaking as if he had already one the fight. Sujin didn’t answer; instead he began to use his internal bleeding as a weapon, pooling the blood from his lungs up and into his mouth with a mighty cough. Ragged predatory teeth stained crimson with blood as Sujin continued to pool it in his mouth as his gaping maw opened wide, the crimson glob of blood appearing at the back of his throat. And in that brief instant, Sujin ignited the blood and compressed it all at once… creating a sphere of pure energy contained in a small shape. An Impact stronger than normal, as the sphere was much much larger than his typical impact skill. The floating orb of explosive energy continued to grow as Sujin continued to pool his blood into it, pour his power into it. Dire Impact, a small sample of Sujin’s “blood” power. And without remorse and without a care if the exploding force of kinetic energy tore the celestial apart, the Draconian let the sphere fly free purposely letting it fly as Shadyn’s mind was being taxed by unleashing two powerful spells at the same time. A haze like trail and clouds funneling behind the bolder size bomb. If it connected, if it even simply brushed Shadyn, it would release the energy inside… and the destructive force that the meteor caused would yet again be realized… but this time focused on one point rather than expanding outwards. ((Yes I ignored your controlling. It annoyed me too much to go along with it. Sujin had a choice to get out of that gravity control crap. Just like I showed you in this post… his instantaneous movement. He wont be pinned down by something like that again. It may get edited a little later to flow a bit better... sorry for the poor quality it has atm.)) |
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