An undefeated mper looking for someone capable of defeating him.

No exaggerations in the title to the subject. The last few decent mp fights I had; including *mind you he's completely over-rated and well...pretty laughable in my eyes. Mind you that comment's completely void of egotism.* Chris Kaos, Hnokue Rob, Fearix Cody, tragic.figure/ Quantum Reaper Rai the Xeta/ Pat, Guardian Corban Saezer and a few others. So if you honestly are an extremely skilled mper let's dance.

I'll use:

Utukku Alu. <--- Link.

Go ahead and start us off, I'll post second.

It's a done deal, Clint.

Joshua stands upon the holy grail for all eternity. His stoic words being the blood of Christ and his divine power the creed of gods. Let it be known to all that the Summoner casted existence into the homeless path of the drifter. He claimed the lands of the multiverse from the deities with a banishment of fire. The sphere of intellect structuring the omniverse, was it allowed to act freely before the creed of the Summoner? FUCK NO! The building blocks from the great womb of regeneration, was it allowed to act freely before the creed of the Summoner? FUCK NO!. His life was marked into the tomb of legends. Forever written in the stars as an icon of godlihood.....Truly, what else would one expect from the infinitely potential student of Kaosu?

He strolled cheerfully beside a babbling brook. The shallow streams rushing against the outcrop of rocks upon the bank soothing his savage soul. The sounds of birds, the swaying leaves, the gentle breeze and the melodic streams were earnestly misleading. Gaia conspired with the fates, she knew what would be held before this lovely little wilderness. With her coy sense of comedy her lips remained sealed. Bending over every now and then he'd skip a smooth rounded rock across the stream fed river.

The four o clock position of late spring sun left an illuminous explosion of dazzling sparkles to encase his loose fitting robe. Such a captivating evergreen attire, one of the likes which wasn't formed by the hands of mortals. It was melded by the delicate, precise hands of the astral taylors. A group of artisans who composed a diverse arrange of strings, silks and garments into the most exquisite clothing this world has yet to see. Upon the sleeves and hem stitched embroidery of scarlet fire serpents. Their dainty claws and articulate wings embellishing it with a sense of individuality and separateness. With a constant low humming breeze, the long extensive , ribbon like, sleeves rustled. Through and through the most appealing and attention grabbing design on the "Regality Robe" was nothing else but the luxurious golden cross. The mark of blasphemy mounted upon his chest. An eternal forget-me-not reminding him to always stay cautious. Yet the final customization came the amber tasstels accompanying ,yet again, the hem and subregions of the sleeves.

Joshua, in all his physical glory, held a trust-worthy face owned by a youth of purity. Sun kissed flesh which resonated mesmeric pulses deleting all pigment, due to the spectral origins of his being. After all, he's the guardian of the Astral Plane, his true being's composed of "Linga Sharira." (Better known as the Astral Body. Mind you some websites and books state it's the "Etheric Template Body/Fifth Layer) , which is a misunderstanding do to talentless translators.) With a lithe built meant for stamina and impressive agility, he tended to catch a few eyes.( Not that I'm bragging or anything *har har elbow nudge.) His radiant orbs held a fantasy world within their deep pools of teal. The very pupils seeming to conjure miracles and childhood memories by a single glance. He enjoyed a sense of fashion that was comfortable, reasons being why his chestnut hair remained styled in a medial chin length part.

Clint, you need to hurry the fuck up and post back. El oh el you got yourself into this spar.

Utukku had been on the other side of the river, sitting. He sat motionless, the hard metal toes of his boots cooled by water with every small trickle of water escaping the mainstream. He wasn’t blending in, nor was he in any way to catch someone’s attention unless they were to be looking for him. He sat still. His wings, spread out, sprawled across the fresh green grass behind him while the colossal sheath homing his sword stuck in the ground behind him to stand straight and tall while the chains linked to a kunai wrapped snug about his body while the remaining length lay in a pile beside him.

Surprisingly, he was not on a mission to kill today. Today was to be for peace and relaxation; a day away from it all. Of course, with that thought said, a rock skipped over the surface of water toward him only to jump mid-air and hit the chest of his armor with a loud bang. His brows burrowed, immediately working his way to his feet while a hand reached and took a white-knuckled hold over the grip of his great sword. There were no need for words, not only did he know he was mad but the very aura swelling from his body announced fury.

His dove-colored wings gave a single shake, escaping earthly dirt, before folding evenly against his back. The piled links of chain hoisted up, rattling as his stature lifted the length. Still, however, some parts of chain and the kunai attached dragged beside his feet. The vacancy of his left hand reached into his pocket, fishing out two spheres of different color. The first, a clear transparent ball and the second a kind of orange with what looked like another sphere in its center, an egg.

The second sphere rolled from his palm, falling in the dirt beside him, while he took the clear marble-like ball in the squeeze of his hand. Regardless of preparation, he waited from the other to do something. Attack or Defend? Neither, to say he way sorry. That would be much better than any fight.

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/LAL_NFChapter_WaitForTruth.mid Gracefully walking before the edge of the river he concocted his attention into three environmental ligatures. This way he could establish a strategic directory. Allowing him full access to analyze all the alterations in the battlefield.

Plastered with an impassable look of disbelief, (due to the overwhelming fact that this war ready rookie actually felt a sense of confidence with his weapons attached) he continued carrying on. Contemplating how sickening this was. An angelic has been trying to validate his strength with a guarded stance stricken purely by impulse instead of experience.

"Nice weapon, champ. Seems you're eager to use it and guess what?" He abruptly stopped speaking allowing the man a second before introverting his idea further, " I'm more than eager to slap that stupid ass tool out of your hands. You'll see what the price is when bearing weapons before me." This certainly was unlike Joshua to revert his karmic-disciplined persona into a fight-ready-jock of a behemoth.

The Summoner arched his stretched out hands above his head. His palms pressed firmly against one another while scintillating flashes of evergreen encircled his fingers. The light grew wider only to expand into an orb. The prismatic dome recoiled serrated blades that clashed around its borders. Eventually the dome exploded releasing a permeating wave illuminating the air with prisms of stunning sparkles. From the aftermath encased his right hand with a six foot staff.

Amazement is the only word which could define the diverse weapon. Among the first foot of the Astral Gatekeeper interweaved scarlet with a phenomenal tangerine. The tangerine blended into a spectacular light green which synthicized into a deep, preponderant violet before the mid-section All the while the remaining reach morphed into a comely yellow which refined an amalgamation of azure alinging the sickle mount with its four two feet spikes.

His alto tone seemed to be very convencing , " Now, watch as I show you what the Summoner artisans are truly capable of!"

The staff destinigrated before his hands into a transfixed mist of emerald reflections. They swirled and plowed around his body like an informal cyclone. He lifted his head to the sky above while shadows and illumination charactered his visage and form. Suddenly shutting his eyes to the world the conjured winds drifted afar while a rainbow opened above.

" Say hello to my little friend Astral Gatekeeper." With a well deserved bow he applauded his handy work. So damn cocky is that Summoner from time to time.

An emblem lit up the ground two feet to his left. A pentagram embellished with the insignias of the seven ray principles. The ground cracked, rocked and the dirt beneath spewed upwards with vivid beams of cobalt. When the debri cascaded on top of the ground an ancient beast materialized. A manifestation of the staff's sentiency. Denoted by the figure of a lion with a silverback guerilla's physique. Four strong masculine legs with rippling muscles atoning its back. An omnifarious colored mane symbolized its magical origins. While its phoenix tail convulsed in blue flames. (Blue flames representing khindilina/the holy fire.) It's deep, charcoal eyes conveyed a sense of raw vigor and wisdom.

Here's a little thing you should know when Joshua manifests his staff into being. It allows a second action turn involving and deploying all the abilities and techniques Joshua uses. IN other words with his staff's sentiency manifested Joshua can summon two espers per round.