[ ATT :: 1 :: 1 ] Ego Complex defeats Crimson Blades

Ego Complex will post first.
Ego Complex may not attack in their introduction.

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Crimson Blades will follow second.
Crimson Blades recieves the option of attacking first.

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A circular arena with a crowd as audience is the default setting.
Ego Complex hold power to change this location.

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Ego Complex have 48 hours to post.

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Good luck, to both teams.

In all that humanity and the sentient thought has produced, the need for brutal, feral nature is still a desire. Even in civil worlds far from the absence of our simple natures we find ourselves indulged in more fascinating and unique ways to let out the beasts. Xion was one of them, one of the curious to see his own potential in these dire times. Like the Gladiators of Greek past, or the Samurai of the Orient, he needed to test his honorable means of skill beyond the armor, the glamor, and the weapons.

Like a second skin he would shed the armor from his body. Adamantine plate coaxing with pox licks of magic coursed through the etched beauty. it was once gorgeous, shimmering with the finest metals the lace about the detailed frame, but ware in warm, the necks and scars across the chest piece have shown its use in many battles. It would shed away, falling in the solid pieces and only held at the connecting joints between to dimple into the earth below him.

His body was naked, all for the well fitting loin cloth about his body, and armless. No weapons about his body, and the bare ebony flesh shimmered with a coat of sweat to ripple every bounding muscular stature of his form. Wide shoulders swelling to roll about, loose muscles, relaxed joints, and a calm step forward. The choice of battle, or at least this area in the tournament was going to be something different.

This once vast and beautiful city of glass towering buildings, the peak of human civilization at its best, now empty, and incaved into the newly created volcanic awakening below. The streets below still flowing with the plasma twisting lava, spewing about to slowly devour the leaning and weakening states of these glass towers. The city was evacuated long ago, but the ground was accepted as a location for only the most insane to dwell. Smoke would rise, lava would flow, and that all feeling sensation deep in the gut would remind even the most powerful 'watch your step'.

His own form would be steady against one of the slanted roof tops, the heat teasing at the tar grip below his bare feet, and sticking the slick mane of white across his features and over his teal iris'. He would wait for his opponents, to see just what they were capable of.

Cirdan watched as the eruption begun and the lava flowing freely on the other side of one of the buildings he spotted his opponent, A Drow, figures he thought to himself and let out a soft sigh knowing the history of the two races and knowing that one fatal step could mean the end of him ''' Nice let's not just destroy the whole kingdom while your at it...'' speaking more to himself about his opponent more an insult really upon his reckless behavior then again he knew also that the dark elves strives for chaos just to please there goddess Lolth the spider queen.

His right hand begin to glow in a white light as it begin to absorb the surrounding energy as his hands glowed brightly he kept the energy in a steady pace for now as he begin to summon his first move he wanted to wait of course did not want to strike right away he moved his hands downwards with ease as he is able to keep his energy level at bay this time, Letting out a low growl as it escapes his lips in now wondering where his partner may be he stood there as he studied his opponent awaiting for the right moment to strike.

((Sorry I kinda suck at intros but my fighting does get somewhat decent and good luck ))

Lazuli stood behind his opponent wearing Black leather pants and white nithredeal armor, wrapped around his body a purple like cloak made of silk garments, and strapped around his neck a silver cross. Strapped upon his right sheath his sword Naldridon Flamberge which boosts the strength of magic spells cast and can be used to channel them towards specific targets. Also allows for the identification and study of spells cast against or around the owner, he moved silently behind his opponent he moved more to the right side several feet away from him.

He moved his sword out wards as he begin to channel in the swords energy he wanted to be able to learn whatever he may for perhaps future new moves he could use someday, he moved the tip of his sword towards the ground pointing at the roof, he looked at the lava below him noting it well, though the lava seemed to move slowly and bubbles seem to spew upon the flow of the lava he was summoning his fireball technique a minor one though he wanted to use a fire ball that was in form of lava instead though his eyes focused purely on his opponent as he stood off to the side lines and waited for the right moment to strike.

((Good luck to you both, and lets have some fun!))

With a smile he would glare to the opponent at the far reach of another leaping building top. Teal eyes would look him over with that dominant glare like a superior being over his wounded and crippled prey.

" Usstan orn l'amith elggin l'tu'd'dos " Rolled from his tongue. The sensation of magic behind him was licking from the sword weilded by the Elf that stayed behind his eye view. What fools. His arms thrust to his side before his toes dug in with a quick launch forward. His pace was quick, as Lazuil would accumulate the needed energy for his magic attack, and as for the Elf in front of him he would be dealt with shortly. Xion's mass would lower, arms at the side but head still forward before the toes dug into the scolding metallic edge of the roof and leaped off. His form would launch from one roof to the giant gap between his previous standing, and the roof of Cirdan. Even with the mass of muscle of his body, and the stretch forward as his legs straightened behind him, he wouldn't have enough natural momentum to make it.

His Arc lost, slowly falling before the crash more than 15 stories down on Cirdan's building. His body shattering through glass and tumbling into the work space below. The rows of office spaces, small box like forms that gave representation to the meaningless life these humans lived. It was hot, The building deep inside was dark if not for the dancing brightness of the lava 20 stories below, and gusting with the newly acquired brush of air.

His form was quick to his feet, his arms safely protecting his face just before impact and soon he stood running towards this floor's stairs. He wanted to play a game of cat and mouse, to see just how the moved, if they followed, or if they, like cowards, waited.

Naturally his body was accumulating something as a second measure. Small blooms of shell created through bone were now adjusted deep into his rib-cage that shifted layers of bone to protect his organs. As for the shells, both hollow and ported at the top, muscle and created organ would begin to mass produce pockets of nickel sized nitrogen. His mind focusing, manipulating small portions of his consciousness to create short term sub-conscious that still held the same aura, and mental frequency as himself. They were firewalls of a sort, meant to give multiple conscious possibilities that could be the central of his own persona. Four of them false, but able to produce simple instinct though to give off their wave length to any Psychic scanning about the place, and to hide his own mental abilities. While not able to produce mental barriers, Xion would use these temporary false conscious to hold off, even if just for a moment.

His bones would hollow but compress, making him lighter but just as durable and quicker on his feet. Muscle mass layering firmly around the skin to give no significant difference in his normal physical state, and his nervous system re-routing to give a quicker reaction time to both calculation and movement.

He watched as Xion jumped from the building Lazuli was on, leaping high into the air coming towards his own building, of course Cirdan was amused at the thought and watched him as he failed at the jump crashing down some 15 Stories below into one of the rooms underneath his feet.

'' Everyone falls the first time ''

He grinned widely and merely shrugged turning his eyes towards the door the energy he sucked in he soon released blasting the door near him that lead into the building that his opponent went too. He looked inside of it as it appeared rather dark. He moved both of his hands towards the hilts of his two scimitars placed upon his sheath as he took them out as he stood there in a defensive posture awaiting for him to come out from the inside of the building as he stood several feet from him.

'' Come on out and play ''

He whispered into the door way loud enough where it cause an echo through the corridors as he paced back and fourth awaiting for his opponent to come out patiently.

Lazuli watched as there opponent made his jump he let out a soft sigh glad that he would really go after his father first he wasn't ready for such a fight this would give him an advantage anyway he was not much of a swordsmen like Cirdan is. He could focus more on his magic abilities now. He looked down upon the lava and then inside the building he had to do something about the flowing Lava before him there wasn't any water anywhere, he moved over to 5 inches from the edge of his own building and just sat there and watched his father fight against the Drow knowing he wouldn't make this jump even if his life depended on it.

Extensions made for both teams. Post-limit returns when they return.

His form would hastefully continue up the steps. Each floor being counted to give an idea of his position before stopping on the fifth floor up. Now, only 10 floors (About 100 feet) from the roof he would feel the sensation of echoes long lost to the ability to hear, vibrate against his skin. His Draconic heritage allowed him to see, and feel things that no normal being could, and information was key.

His hand would grasp the door nob with a twist, slamming it open with a cushion sound to remove any audible noise of his position from the others. While the sound just outside with the spewing pits of lava and sulfur hissing about would muffle most any sound, Elves had and upper hand compared to the usual. His figure heading to the west section of the building, counting out the inner poles, middle, and outer poles of that side. It was the side he came in from, and now facing the location of the younger of the two Elves. His mind hive of sub-conscious instincts all the time focusing to produce manifested ethareal and raw energy into his right hand. His back sprouting bulbs no larger than a fist and wrapped in bone to the outside of his back. Casually his free hand would grasp at them, only 5 needed as they ripped from flesh and muscle, still connected by a 'umbilical cord' to each stem.

His body would produce as much needed, like reassurance before his calculation to each position. The central of the tube spewing large amounts of powdered sulfur and nerves connecting to a small, short term membrane of Water and wrapping nerve. While the flesh of the membrane was thin, and see through, it was extremely sensitive to even the touch of air. A small pool of energy manifested into the temporary central nervous system for each of the bulbs, and a high pressure of oxygen to expand inside of their mass at its peak.

With one last inhale the bulbs would be removed from his body and the umbilical cord with the awakening of the nervous system. Each of them one at a time being pressed across the membrane to activate the natural feeling of the nerves to stimulate the natural electric current deep into its form. They were timed, at the moment of the break of the central nervous system they would each be given a moment of ethereal pause before the small pool of energy ran out, and the nerves would let the roots of live wire muscle generate into the hollowed insides.

Each of them for a specific place, Xion would toss them after the pressure of the membrane to each of the main poles. If things went right, the two would have more trouble than what they've expected.

((And I've returned.))

He chanted something in his own language something only a few would know or understood, the wind would blow gently across the arena gently. The temperature would begin to drop rapidly as it went to the point of 32 degrees freezing, the wind would shift upon Cirdan's command as it blew down the corridor upon the staircase. He wanted to cause the stairwell to freeze at least to make it somewhat difficult for him to get up the stairs and which case would by him a lot of time he would need for the next few spells he would like to perform against him.

Cirdan took several paces back away from the door that lead down the building, letting out an audible sigh as he stood there he reached for his sword Har'dro out of the back of his sheath as it seemed to come to life upon his touch. He waved it in a downwards angle as the blade it self touched the roof floor slightly gashing a small whole slowly in front of him he moved towards the right with his blade and tilted his head as the blade seemed to be able to cut through the roof easily enough discovering something new upon this sword he begin to wonder if this sword held any power at all as he was finally beginning to learn more of this sword.

Cirdan stood there silently awaiting for his opponent, in truth he was not overly worried about his son he knew he be able to take care of himself.

Lazuli watched his father use one of his spells luckily he had his blade out he would take in that spell and learn it for himself and then he did the same chant causing the temperature to drop even more within the corridor that lead to the office buildings it drop to the negatives as he chanted mist would slowly begin to form within the building it self
The mist would be cold enough if someone went through that the clouds would actually cause anyone who touches it to become frozen solid. He wondered what there opponent may do to counter this spell he stood there across the streets on top his own building he begun to pace and hoping that Cirdan would somehow win this one so that away he would not really have to do much on his side of the battle field for now he could only watch and hope for the best.

((( I think im going to let Xion win this one and have him advance, I been dealing with in real life things and I have not been too well focused on this match or any other roleplay im currently in points at his posts '' those who know me well in this forum know i can do better anyway im going to remove myself and my team out of this so that away it can continue and good luck to everyone..and again my apoligizes ))

((Don't worry about it. Life comes first. Hope to have a rematch some day, and take care of yourself.))

Crimson Blades resign.

Ego Complex advances.