[ ATT :: 1 :: 3 ] Hyper Blitz versus Ego Complex

Hyper Blitz will post first.
Hyper Blitz may not attack in their introduction.

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Ego Complex will follow second.
Ego Complex recieves the option of attacking first.

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A circular arena with a crowd as audience is the default setting.
Hyper Blitz holds power to change this location.

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Hyper Blitz has 48 hours to post.

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Good luck, to both teams.

In this final battle the setting would be slightly different from its normalcy. Extreme heat would be the first apparent feature of this new arena. However, with the moonlight’s blessing shining down upon the arena, where did this heat come from? The answer would be lava—tons of lava. The entire floor of the arena was covered in it. Boiling magma; gurgling and steaming angrily as if daring someone to step into its domain. The red ocean of fire covered about a mile radius; within it, morsels of rock and stone floated about, possibly giving someone a chance to travel across this liquid.

Would the competitors be battling within such harsh conditions? Not exactly. The battle would take place two hundred feet above on a hovering platform. How was it floating there? Perhaps left over magic from an enchantment or maybe just some unknown force? However, whatever the cause it was, it seemed unstable. The platform, although steady enough at the moment, seemed to weaver on the edge as if it was going to break at any moment. In shape, the platform was circular and about 100 square feet.

The last factor would be a barrier, a very large barrier surrounding the entire arena. These were the boundary lines, for the barrier was a one way doorway into the arena. You could enter into the arena, but not leave it—this would be how Luna and the others would be able to reach the arena. The barrier’s walls also had traits of a dragon’s scales—it reflected magic like a light would against a mirror…you better watch where your attacks go. With the barrier containing the heat and lava, the temperature inside was about a hundred degrees F. Enough to make the body perspire.

Luna’s hand would be grasping her large witch hat as her staff accelerated towards the barrier, eyes twinkling with curiosity of the sight before her. So this was to be their arena…it seemed somewhat challenging—but nonetheless exciting. Luna glanced down, seeing the red line of lava within the barrier, and grimaced at the thought of falling into that. The fire dragon within her would give her some heat resistance, but that wouldn’t change the fact that the lava could kill her if not seriously burn her. An exhale of breath escaped those lips.

The barrier distorted for a moment as Luna passed through it, quickly regaining tranquility afterwards. Luna felt the heat immediately.

“My goodness!”

Luna took off her hat and fanned her face with it—she felt like she literally just flew into an oven. The heat was equivalent to a hot summer day, but Luna came from a world where the temperature was warmed by magic and thus not reaching such high temperatures. Those purple orbs fell along the platform and she quirked a brow—that didn’t look safe at all. Nonetheless Luna advanced towards it, her staff reaching the edge of the platform before it merely hovered in place. Luna glanced around; she wondered if her partner would be fine in this arena…Yes Luna had begun to care for her partner and even considered offering him a ride on her staff, but she reconsidered.

Swaying her feet slightly in the air, Luna swayed side to side on the staff, waiting for her partner and opponent to arrive at the arena. Her mind wondered from what she would do if she won the tournament to what she would do if she didn’t.

“I suppose…I could call myself a reasonable leader if I did and if not…”

Luna paused, her cheeks tinting red.

I’ll have to go on a date with Bliss…

Luna quickly shook her head, extirpating the thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to think of such things. Luna sighed again.

“Where is that cat?”

Note: Every round, the circular platform (100ft) will decrease by 12.5ft. This gives both teams eight rounds before the platform is completely destroyed.

The need for attention from a cheering audience was no more, much like the need for flashy introductions. The stage was set and Bliss was in mid-air, hovering through the air toward the bubbled platoform while he floated. His need to fly was not provided by his control of air and wind but something more natural, a born ability. The pheonix which fused his life burned deep within his soul while it had given the feline the natural use of flight.

Although the heat seemed to neither bother or comfort him, he sighed. Alone as his left hand drew back to pat the pommel of his sword.

"Our last fight, dearest. Serve me well."

Moments after, his body pushed through the one-way barrier before he set foot beside Luna. Instantly he fell into a squat, body leaned forward with arms between his knees and each hand scribbling a different word into the crusted surface of dirt.

"An advantage to being around so many performing the secrets of runes, Lady Luna. One can learn, and I have watched. Please, let us end this quick. The amusement of these people grows thin."

While he had no magical right, or innate ability to fly, Xion would make his way as astounding as ever. His form was loose, every so casually walking towards the edge that seemed like impending doom. The Lava flow seemed to welcome him as his last step began to arc over the edge. He didn't fall, instead his right hand played as if tossing a ball into the air, but his fist clamping at ever slight lift. The ground below him shifted, almost mutating to form a horizontal pillar that grew with his every inch forward. He was stepping over the boundaries, and more earth would shift about, cracking slightly from the original edge as teased around the bottom like rolling pebbles and large stones. They were submissive, no fight for control as the squished their natural form to a semi-flat surface that he walked.

His entrance through the one way portal left him a bit curious. It radiated with magic, all inside almost a brilliance of licking mane from the floor as well as the arena bubble. The heat was welcoming with his first step onto the solid like form of the giant coin arena. It's solid but elder smell of soot and compressed stone was luring to his senses. At that final step onto the ring they would do their battle, the earth like pillar would start its echo of falling path. It wasn't sturdy enough to stay forever, but solid enough to grant him passage into his final meeting. Two of them, finally someone that may prove worth a challenge. It was true, he was an egotistical bastard, but he wasn't ignorant. He doubted winning the whole contest, but still baffled by how far up the small chain he made it thus far. All of his opponents thus far were lacking, almost half-assed and lazy. Was this how the whole surface was any more? Overweight and under-goaled bastards? He wouldn't doubt it, the surface as much as he's seen through the last few years as shown nothing but inferior pale faced whores.

" Yeunn. Ori'gato udossa huertar lu'kku nindol... " He spat out. His own form taking a slow step to dig his feet across the lightly dirt pact floor. It took him only a moment to take in a deep breath of the humid and raising hot air of the bubble before he exhaled it back out. His near naked form only covered with a loin cloth that did little to distract the eyes. As for the body, it was sweating beads to reflect his every swell of rippling muscles. His body lowered only a moment more, letting his teal eyes look over the keen detail of his opponents before he would assault.





His toes would dig along the stone floor before leaping forward and low. His eyes fixing on the male first, he seemed too ill prepared or non-threatened by any possible situation. The gap from his opposet angle of this strange arena, though not as strange as his own previous, was closing quickly in his eyes. That mustering gather of focus, altering the density in his right arm as well as compressing multilayer of extra muscle for impact. His tendons would also overlap inside the flesh, gathering more to take the weight with ease. His own focus would be primary on the male, as for the woman she radiated with her own lick of magic more than anyone else he's seen thus far, she must be a caster of sort. Let alone, the pointy hat was either a dead give away, or a means to catch someone assuming. She would be dealt with later, their were plenty of surprises. His view would stay the same, unlocking the willed and slumbering effect of his graft eye. It would sever any magical abilities or magic-like abilities. No matter natural, Psyonic, Arcane, or even Divine, anything that involved manipulating forces around them either for their own benefit or offensive nature, would be nulled in this cone. It would reach at 50 foot wide to the maximum, at least for now, sightless, colorless, scentless, auraless, and by all means held no magical effect or feel to it in any sense, it was something far different.

[Xion Prep: 1]

[???? Prep: 1]

Luna looked curiously at her partner than smiled widely at him, a rather flattered look on her countenance. He was doing an attack based off hers? Wasn’t that just adorable of Bliss? Luna placed a hand to her lips and giggled lightly into her palm as if to muffle her amusement.

“Should I say I am honored, Bliss?”

Luna began to study the ruins for a moment, until she caught the sight of their opponent approaching the arena. Luna slowly turned her eyes straight ahead. She blinked as she viewed his figure in the distance, she couldn’t see him clearly yet cause of the distortions of the aura, so she would have to wait. Luna swayed on her toes slightly.

“Look Bliss; our opponent is…”

Luna trailed off; her cheeks turned a deep crimson and those purple orbs twinkled in shock as Xion came into clear view. Where the hell was his clothes?! Luna slapped her hands to her mouth, cheeks still flaring red and eyes still twinkling in a slight daze. She turned her head away; why must she be submitted to such sights in the middle of a battle? Where was his decency?! Heart pounding in her chest slightly, she shook her head violently to clear her thoughts.

Wait a moment…why was Luna being so giddy? It was just a half naked man, nothing new to Luna’s eyes in battle. She slowly turned her head back towards his form, which had just reached the platform. Something pinched within Luna’s body and she looked rather uncomfortable. Had she been spellbound? Why did he affect her so?

Then it hit her…it was her draconic instincts reacting. Luna wasn’t naturally a draconic but she still had chemical traits—he must have been a draconic. Luna narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Bliss, be careful. I’m willing to bet he’s reflexive to certain magic.”

Luna couldn’t be sure though; her reflexive abilities for different because of the natural magic coursing through her witch blood; nonetheless, Luna would have to be careful which spells she would cast.

Luna became alert when he started to charge and almost immediately she felt something strain the magic within her body as he approached. When someone attempted to do something to magically affect Luna’s body, it was reflected due to her draconic attributes. However, this also made her able to feel it coming, a strain on her body as the magic tried to enter her aura before being reflected. This allowed Luna to sense the 50ft feet of threat approaching their space. Luna would be safe from whatever it was, but she had a partner to protect. Luna’s hand rose in front of her and her eyes focused intently.

With such a large effect, there has to be a point of focus. That’s the weak point.

Luna merely had to focus where the strain was the strongest on her body…Luna looked towards Xion’s eyes. Immediately, “Body Impulse,” escaped her lips and from her hand shot a wave of biomechanical force. The spell Body Impulse was a mainly used to spread the effects off the body’s aura temporarily into the air; used to spread a curse, a charm or toxicant to others surrounding you. In Luna’s case, those draconic attributes were sent directly at Xion’s Graft Eye.

The relevance of casting the spell directly at the cause of the entire energy link was because that link was vulnerable and affected by the spell…making the whole attack be affected at well. In short, when the effects of his eye touched her energy within the air, it would all retract violently back towards its source.

The effects wouldn’t end there though. His attack would revert back to him as if Luna had sent it. Unless his eye had a defense against its own effects, the eye would not only be disabled from using the same attack again, it would be blinded. Would Xion keep running towards them? We shall see.

Through the time Xion had taken just to get to the arena, Bliss had become tired. His eyes were unfocused, and his hands worked as if controlled by an unknown force. just as he finished the inscriptions, Luna announced Xion's arrival. His eyelids half-closed, eyes a daze, Bliss decided to look up to find an unarmed drow. He thought nothing of it, but when Luna seemed to take a reaction to the lack of clothing he trained his eyes toward her to see the deep shade of red tinting her cheek. His eyes blinked, the dull eyes now envious and full of fury while his brows burrowed before snapping back around to glare at Xion, who was now running at him.

He cared not for the banishing weight he felt over him because, surprisingly, it was lifted just as soon as quick. His right hand, gloved in a hard gauntlent, would have have a white-knuckled fist as he rose it only to punch and impale the hand through the crust of dirt in the center of one of his runes. His fist drilled down half a foot deep, and the rune seemed to react to this. Around his half-submerged forearm the rune activated, his hand taking hold of something beneath the surface of dirt. And then, Bliss's arm jerked back as he took a stand to his feet. Ripping away from the surface of what earth they had, a cord of flexable earth torn away in formation of a whip of about twenty yards in length. The entire cord of earth hard sharp barbs sticking out, daring to cleave flesh from bone with every swing, while the end was a mutli-edged spike.

With but a flick of his wrist, the rope of earth jerked back and settled beside his feet while his mind settled around the approaching Xion. Although this match was no different than any other, he was somehow driven to perhaps make an effort in this one. With his affinity toward wind, the air around Xion became heavy and thick---compacting and surpressing in his area as if drawn to him by gravitational force. There was no attack, but would he tire? Or was the drow as strong and enduring as he claimed to be?

((I'm stamping this position for my IC post. Until then I'd like to speak with a Judge for a very specific reason due to misunderstandings. Currently Yahoo keeps booting me every 30 seconds so they'll need to get a hold of me on MSN. Lys_Caliway@Hotmail.com))

Judgment:

After even MORE discussion that lasted on into the night and into early morn...it's been decided that.

Luna's Witch Blood reacted with mercurial speed, triggering the Bio Pulse which increases the emanation range of innates [including her reflective ability, and resistance to the elements].

The effectively reflects the Beholder's Gaze back at Xion as well as most of the field. Because of this the majority of Bliss' whip thingy cannot be forged, and he's left with nearly naught but the hilt. Likewise his wind assault is obliterated by the anti-magic field cast upon Xion by the reflecting power of Luna's dragon scale shield.

In following turns, Luna must put all of her focus into maintaing the shield around Bliss while it is exposed to the anti-magic cone/field. If at any time she switches her focus [by preforming another action, such as casting a spell] the shield breaks down and returns to its normal size that protects Luna and Luna alone.

--Resume.

Every step he took would leave no hiding from the eyes. His heavy forward echoing the natural weight to sway the shape in the loins to sway and bounce along with his own motions. It would most likely be distracting, like a thick snake sliding about the thin leather scrap that loosely tied by the hips with yet another brownish leather cord. It did little to hide what manhood he had, and would leave enough proof that they were indeed more than the average Elf, by far. Even rumors would give fact behind why the males where so egotistical, they had the large size to prove it, even if usually not built like the mammoth of Xion's own form.

Good thing he wasn't manipulating anything after the eye, the sudden change and feel of his surrounding was an odd sensation. Almost like that live-wire altering body of his was frozen. Even if he did still hold full range of movement, the sudden change of things was different. 'Nindel elg'caress' he thought with a blurring blink of thought. Not only could he feel the sensation of her Draconic heritage teasing with his own, but he knew for a fact why his eye was reflecting its natural effect back. His right hand still held that compressed and heavy feel to it, already altered before the awakening of his graft, and clinching the multilayer of extra muscular build under his full limb. His arm would compose no altered shape, only a slight ripple when it originally happened, and the layers of muscle would line perfectly to sheath under the flesh to allow its arm to move at its full capacity.

The odd looking blade of energy that Bliss had was like nothing more than a handle, no altered energy, nothing. And the woman who so echoed Xion's effect back at him would leave narrow to no space that wasn't effected by the anti-magic.The reason for this was because the gaze was reflecting off the natural shape of her body, every angle and curve bouncing the effect in some alternative direction. The reflections would cause the distance to greaten and widen from the normally limited 50 foot cone to spread all about, even leaving holes along the outer barrier that was supposed to keep them in. Great, this was going to be interesting, this all out Mild Power tournament turned into a Realistic based combat, and the opponents still had weapons as Xion didn't.

His arm still lunged forward at the Bliss who attempted to lunge the now bladeless sword into the ground and reached his full large arm reach to the face of the Neko. It would be a hard hit if struck, but not enough to kill anyone. Only physical strength like a solid 200 lb dumbbell that slapped just across your face would be the best example. His arm expanded to its fullest ability, keeping the aim with his arm natural with the momentum and with a soft aim low. The reason why was to aim at the neck, and to use the forward motion to snap against Bliss with a blurring impact. Whether he dodged to the left, right or even backwards, the mass of the aimed position and angle that went at a slight slant would keep Xion's own close position and extra limb's kinetic lunge within range of a hit. Unfortunately if it did impact it would be just at the outer reach of Xion's arm length, able to just hit two inches in the mass of where Bliss would be and discontinue any possible further damage.

His body would slide with this motion, legs apart and low, left leg at the back with knee bent and foot facing to his left side. And the right foot inwards and forward, also bent at the knee with foot pointing in Bliss's direction. His body would be lowered slightly, enough to keep his ground firm in case of a counter attack, and using his natural body weight and sturdy stance to remove any possible hits that would be by the Neko. His eyes still fixed with a wide iris to expand his focal view of his anti-magic, while it would beam away from Luna the prized position would focus on Bliss for that moment. His grin just as he snapped that right arm forward would spray out the large, wide and random coating of potent acidic spray. It was a wide cone effect both natural and near instant in Bliss's face. No matter what direction he would go, the momentum needed to dodge, jump, or even tumble would still need acceleration and seconds, if not a partial second to think, calculate what's about to happen, then react. Xion didn't know much about Neko's and their abilities, but he did have a good understanding to most humanoid functions of the body.

As for Luna, she peered to be a caster and that attempt to summon up energy showed the reflection casing of energy inside of her, but when spewed for the spell, it faulted under the effect of the Anti-Magic field. That would be proof of time needed to cast another if she were to try to help her partner, but even that would take too much time for the natural quickening of the Breath weapon.

Between the simple lunge forward of his fist, and the spit of his natural and potent acidic breath weapon, his main focus was on the additional energy stored in his being.



[Xion Prep: 2]
-[Imp Prep: 2]

((Imp posts next.))

Images flashed into its mind as he swirled within the ebony skinned home that held this devilish little annoying thing. Even as Xion was throwing his punch at the male person thingy, his back would swirl, as if becoming dark clay like substance and then BAM!!! With a loud plop it would land behind Xion onto the area floor, the floor made of earth, even if it were floating high above the ground.

Twirling and twisting violently in the spot it landed, the black and crimson body would appear and then those peering white eyes. A chatter of his teeth would snap out as he had already found his target and began to move off towards her. He wouldn’t run, fly, or most normal modes of movement, no. He was gliding through the earth which seemed to flow up and into his body as his body flowed down and into it. Moving with a space that might be a run or might be a little faster for this way there was no resistance of his feet hitting the ground.

The wide wicked smile came from the two foot tall thing, its pure ivory white eyes peering at Luna as it moved towards it. Thin arms sprouted from its shoulders, if that’s what they could be called, each arm ending in a four fingered wicked looking claws. Around his body multiple thin tendrils sways and weaved about his form ready to be used upon a mental command.

A high pitched voice deep sounding yet that of a child almost, “Ooooo… look at the hat. I want the hat. Give me that hat,” that’s all it said as two of its tentacles launched forward, their ends changing from the fibers mesh they were to become stone tipped spears as he drew earth up through his body and pushed some of it to the end of the two tentacles.

As the tentacles where launched, his hands already going through the quick motions for some fun and as he drew upon his inner energy, that which was infused with all outsider beings. His shrill voice cracked upon the final syllable and his right hand, though it appeared tiny would come up and point a wicked looking claw at Luna. At which time a think stream of many-layered mass of strong, sticky webbing. This would be aimed at her lower body while his tentacles were aimed at her upper body.

And so the annoying little imp, Golhyrr had arrived.

Her attack didn’t go as planned and she was very disappointed because of it. Her disappointment even overruled her draconic instincts to Xion’s attractive form or else she would be blushing furiously. Luna had no choice; she had to remain the focus on the area in order to assist Bliss in his magical abilities, especially since Xion was charging at him. Luna couldn’t stand being defenseless though; it wasn’t in her witch nature to stand there and let her partner be ruthlessly attacked.

The area surrounding Luna and Bliss would be protected from Xion’s eye as long as Luna maintained her focus, although it did temporarily hinder Bliss from fully casting his magical whip during the transaction, which Luna would have to apologize for later. Considering that Luna and Xion’s skills were considered even in this particular event, Luna would logically prevent half of his magic range from reaching them. In other words, Luna had about 25ft of magic space. As Xion was approaching though, the space would threaten to shrink and Luna’s mind would be strained more as she continued to try and repel the anti-magic. However, 500 years of wisdom wouldn’t allow Luna to give in and she did not break her focus, ultimately leading him to enter her complete aura of protection. Luna was forced off her staff from the strain, landing just on the edge of the platform as she concentrated purely on her innate. Luna was scared that if Xion managed to get at point blank of Bliss, she would collapse her focus.

After Luna fell, her staff shot from its stationary position and turned directly at Xion’s lower stomach. Luna was next to Bliss; how could she just stand there and let him get attacked—even if he was capable of defending himself. Anyway Luna’s six foot staff only had to close the distance between Bliss and Xion before he was within six feet of range and advance forward. Xion was charging, his aim up, and Luna’s staff was charging, its aim down. Due to the speed of her staff, it reached its destination, without the limits of reflex, a few seconds before Xion reached his six foot range. Even if Xion attempted to stop, his friction would cause him to slide or stumble forward and Luna’s staff was accelerating towards him anyways. Dodging it would be rather difficult.

Now what would happen if her staff touched? Well it would hurt…a lot. Since Xion’s stomach was exposed, the staff would push in deeply and there weren’t many bones that would protect the organs in his lower stomach. Muscles would tear, organs bruise, tissue scar and contusions forming all along his stomach. The most devastating would be internal bleeding; he was likely to cough up blood. Xion would also have the wind knocked out of him, making him gag and choke, before he would collapse a couple feet back. The mysterious metal within her staff naturally formed by magic made it very enduring. It would easily survive the impact. However, the anti magic was strong around Xion’s form and the staff would fall to the floor almost immediately after the impact, but it did its damage already.

Now the imp had disgusted Luna on sight; it was almost as if cancer had jumped from Xion back...very unattractive...however at the same time the imp would be useless. When the imp left Xion’s body, it would only be on the ground for a few moments before…

Suddenly Luna’s eyes would widen as she felt the magic underneath her suddenly disappear. Time had elapsed and all three of them started to descend. The magic holding up the platform was fading and just as Luna’s predicted, the outer 12.5ft length ring around the platform suddenly collapsed like someone releasing a rock in mid air.

Needless to say, the ground would begin to fall before the imp could complete his full accumulation of his attack and since the imp was somehow attached to the ground…he would drop like a rock with the platform.

Luna felt her dress begin to rise up and her cheeks flushed red. Instincts were telling her to break her focus and hold her dress down....but her urge to protect Bliss was higher. She knew Bliss could fly but she didn’t know if he could fly without the magic barrier. Being lighter than the platform, Luna’s feet lifted from the ground as it fell, her dress also providing unwanted air resistance. Luna continued to blush furiously as her dress covered her face and her purple panties were revealed.

For the love of God!! Where the hell is my staff?!?!

Just as Luna thought it, her staff, after it recovered from its assault on Xion, swooped under Bliss’s form, if he was to fall, and caught him before he could fall more than a few feet. Staying within Luna’s protection, the staff quickly shot under Luna’s falling form, making her fall into Bliss’s lap. Luna’s focus did indeed falter, but the fall had caused her to separate from Xion, making the strain decrease on her mind. Once in Bliss’s lap, her focus regained and the aura was as strong as ever. Luna’s staff quickly moved back from the falling platform, increasing the distance between Xion and them. As they did this, Luna noticed that some of the platform in Xion’s view was falling too…but what was going on? Luna was certain that the magic was stronger towards the center of the platform…Then it occurred to her. Xion’s anti magic field was affecting the magic within the platform too.

Why didn’t I see this before?!

The entire platform within Xion’s fifty feet of sight range collapsed with gravity. Xion couldn’t fly at all and no matter were he stepped on the platform, he would have no choice but to descend. His own anti magical barrier had hindered his movements. And unless the staff had not knocked the wind out of him, made him split up blood, and unless Bliss didn’t attack him before the fall—Xion would stunned if not dead during this transaction. What would be the result of all this havoc?

Judgment:

As mentioned earlier, Luna's focus needed to remain on keeping the expanded -innates- field up. In her last post on multiple occasions this focus was split betwixt keeping the field up and manipulating her staff. - Thus...

The innate field expansion is dropped, Bliss is now fully exposed and unless he forms some kind of prevention [of the mundane kind] he will be exposed to the full effect of Xion's acidic spray.

Additionally because the anti-magic effect increases the deterioration rate of the flooring, Bliss still caught in Xion's anti-magic cone is -now- plummeting to his doom.

On top of that, Luna should begin to plummet as well from the natural deterioration of the arena. - However with her focus directed on her staff it'd be fair to say that she summoned it back to herself to keep her from falling to her doom. - Trying to catch Bliss with the staff alone [that is without Luna riding it] will prove futile as long as Xion's cone stays focused on Bliss.

Pending how close/far Golhyrr is, there's a chance that he'll be subject to the falling platform pieces as well.

Back to the staff, its initial assault against Xion will prove futile as coming in from above places it in the cone's range - point blank.

Clint [Bliss] has exceeded the time limit. Xion however is willing to let this slip, and has agreed to give Clint [Bliss] another 48 hours to post.

Bliss is hit without resistance by Xion's acidic spray. It effortlessly eats through his flesh, its insatiable hunger eating away his face and his innards shortly after.

Like his time to post, Bliss expires.
-

Xion's post. Game on.

The ground below him began to fall, like an echo effect right after Bliss, his body would tumble down. The look of his flesh, the insides meshing with the green acidic turning to a nauseating yellow that foamed at all corners. Bliss didn't survive, it ate through flesh, bone, muscle, and every fiber of his head like it was nothing. Luna's opponent would end up being nothing more than a molten mass of coloration, and the unforgettable smell of what was once human dipped in the still hissing acidic puddle that rolled along the walls to the bottom center of the arena barrier.

Xion's own body would tumble, but controlled with the steady foot of his fallen ground. His body dipping to cushion his landing at the side of the barrier, not giving himself time to slide to the bottom center as the arena would crumble above him. His eye would shift and re-awaken his graft to port a small hole for him to lure through. The expansion altering from his vision to alter multiple sockets and eyes around his skull for a small 5 foot spread zone around him, allowing him to free fall out of the arena. The AF field was small enough, and shortly placed enough, to allow only him to slide through. He wanted to be free of this wench and her coarse of magic. No sooner it would remove the field, the eyes closing to merge under the scalp of off white mane.

Mass of muscle, flesh and bone shed from his shoulder blades. They effect was rolling, unfolding as they took their form. Large mass of wings would ripple front the inside of his shoulder blades, bone and muscle altering to allow them to fit properly. The hot air from the lava acted as a natural glide, lifting the thin stretchable skin between the 4 digit bone fingers of the wings, and lifting his weight easily to a levitating field.

"Ol zhah draeval udos xuz nindol!" His brows furrowed, arms leaning forward and bowing his back. Forearms crossing one over the other as his fingers clinched into a tight knuckle. Slowly his back would open from upper spine, to lower, spreading like lips with rolling organs of flesh. Bone began to fragment, shifting, altering into a tube like cylinders with rounded tips. Four of them would produce at his back, 4'6" long, 6" wide and layered with muscles around the fins.

"Surrender half breed. Surrender and I'll let you live!" His words both serious, and cold. He wanted to give her a chance to submit, to understand the huge cripple she's in this very moment. Perhaps if she saw outside the box of her own ignorant way, she may get an idea of just how much deep shit she's in, just how much of an advantage he held. His eyes at the ready, watching her every move as he stayed a good 30 feet from the outside of the barrier, middle of the bottom hemisphere. That twisted smile curling about his lips, awaiting her reaction.

Small eyes would form under the clear membrane surface at the head of the cylinder. They would alter to copy the graft eye perfectly, producing a small, instinct driven subconscious submissive to what the primary host (Xion) has given them. They eyes shifted, showing their open understanding ready to go on command.

((Information on Projectiles: With the sheath of bone and metal outside, they layer with bone to the fins, and muscle, tendons as well as nerves and a simple nervous system to take place of gears. They allow it to function normally, while re-directing their angle to better attack the target. This allows them to function just like "smart" bombs, always altering their position, as well as able to dodge obstacles. They are not directly connected to Xion once removed, but instead already hold the mental note of their objective "Short life". they have their goal and purpose, drones to his mission. Even with the natural heat of the lava below, his body is keeping a constant cool of the atoms and molecules in the projectiles.))

Natural chemicals and minerals of the human body could be used as explosives, and if all the subjects were separated into two different membrane pockets and held to ready the ignition of the settled fuel (Compressed Nitrogen). It was highly explosive, ready to give off a largely 200 foot radius of shards of metal, focused and raw energy, and impact. She seemed to catch on quickly to things, but even if she got an idea of what may come, he'd give her the time she needs to prepare herself. Even if she were to protect herself from the explosive power, the physical projectile shards, and the energy, she would die.


[Xion Prep: 3]
-[Xion Prep's Used: 3]
--[2 Prep's Used On: 4 alternative instinct driven projectiles]
--[1 Prep Used On: Submissive Sub-conscious]

Prep Damage Doubled if Imp merges.

Golhyrr has failed to post in time, due to personal issues. Thus the imp falls into the lava below and burns to a crisp.

Game on.

With another round passed, seeming to come just as quickly as it went, another 12.5 feet of the platform descends to the lava below; the platform is now 75ft in area.

Bliss’s fate was very unfortunate and at first Luna didn’t know that her partner’s existence was erased; she was too busy holding her bedizen dress from revealing anymore of her body. Luna would continue to descend only for a moment before her staff would be able to reach her, as Xion seemed to be heading towards the edge of the barrier. The staff easily swayed around the falling platform and hovered over the remaining land as Xion escaped the barrier. Luna did not pay him any mind though; those purple orbs were searching for her partner. Luna had a glimpse of the acid attack, but she did not see its after effects; she was sure that her partner would have been able to defend himself against it. Refusing to believe that her partner met his demise with such a simple attack, Luna reached her senses out into the area in search of his life energy…nothing.

“No…”

Luna’s eyes started to gloss and tear up as an immediate sadness overcame her; Bliss was such a young and spirited guy who only wanted the thrill of the tournament. Of course, they all knew the risks but…Luna couldn’t get Bliss’s smile out of her head—when only a few moments ago, he was talking about their upcoming date. Such a high-spirited soul did not deserve a slow death—as Luna imagined acid caused a lot of pain before death. Luna’s hand tightened on her staff underneath her as anger swelled within her. Then the murderer—the cause of Bliss’s death—spoke to her. Luna’s purple eyes rose to Xion’s form outside the barrier. She observed the bombs that hovered threateningly and realized the situation she was in.

What a coward…

Xion was hiding and attacking her; that was very dishonoring and it disgusted her. Luna’s eyes watched the bombs through the barrier, it was hard to sense if they had any magical properties, but thanks to that wonderful combination of witch and draconic blood, she could feel the strain become stronger around her. Luna frowned; those objects had the same sense of anti magic as Xion did. This was becoming a problem and by the way the bombs were positioned, they were obviously projectiles. However, Luna sensed the intensity of heat within the shells and her eyes widened slightly as she estimated the explosive properties; so his plan was to extirpate her in a blast—how original.

In the few seconds that she needed to ponder and respond to him; Luna seemed to be thinking. Perhaps she was thinking about giving up? No, that was not the case—Luna was pondering on how to get out of this. Her mind worked quickly, an entire strategy passing through her head for those few moments Luna needed to respond to him. She inhaled deeply and her throat made a strange noise as if something was caught within her throat—maybe it was time she showed him how much as of ‘half breed’ she was. Luna exhaled and a gentle wisp of mist flowed from her lips.

“Is that how you fight your opponents, warrior? Hiding behind barriers? A dragon would be shamed. If you think you can kill me, I oblige you to proceed.”

Even as she spoke in her calm voice, the mist continued flow from her lips. Then those lips spoke soft chants as Luna raised her digits in front of her and her extensions were illuminated in a blue light, gathering and preparing energy. Thanks to her departed partner, Luna had gotten an idea of just how to end this anti magic once and for all. Now all she would do is wait for her opponent to advance his attack. She figured—since she had officially lost warrior’s respect for him—that he would be sending the bombs. Truth be told, Luna was worried; she didn’t know much about these oversized objects besides the fact that they held anti magic, withheld intense heat and were very explosive. Nonetheless, she knew Bliss would want revenge; she would grant this wish.

"Hiding behind barriers? I believe I didn't make the choice of the barrier, in fact, it is wise for one to completely use his surroundings. You think I lost my honor? Then you're ignorant. In a fight, an honest fight to the death the only dishonor is in dying when not at your all. Death is inevitable, but only those that fear it have lived a worthless life. Call me what you want, but you wont waste anymore of my time." His words were twisted from that sinister smile. It was inhuman, he, was inhuman.

"So, if it's a fight you want, then why do you hide behind your magic? You say I hide behind a barrier, but you, you insult the Dragon bloods. You're not like me, or any other, you're a fake a copy, a worthless inferior. " That smile curled a bit more "Like your dead partner." His laughter echoed from the deepest parts of him.

"Didn't you hear him screaming? That agonizing pain suffocating over him? It was a slow death, something that would feel like an eternity of hell, and you did nothing to save him. Pathetic." His eyes would shift, teal orbs altering to cat like hues with sharp iris. The black was narrow and tall from lash to skin of cheek. His lips would peer open to a shifted maw, no flat and pearly teeth, but jagged fangs lined in rows of his mouth.

"Such a pity. Another useless woman. Come, let us finish this. You can keep your magic, but I'd love to take you out with my bare hands. What say you? All out? Or hand to hand?" His savage tongue would rip from his gaping maw, the forked muscle lining its now over sized shape to run along those fangs.

His body would start its shift, his eyes focusing on here in that shiver of excitement, was she afraid? No, they never where. They would always fight until the end. But cowards were all present. She relied on her partner's death to even consider taking Xion seriously, and in that, he was no better than a tool for her. Slowly his back would slouch forward, shoulders widening as the muscles cracked and twisted, veins lining the tight layer of flesh. Scales rippling down his figure; black with razor edges. They would keep anyone from trying to go against the grain of their descending pattern, able to eat through metal with ease. Small pours that produced acidic sweat glands hidden under their sheath, ready to spew about his body.

Xion was no man, but a Monster disguised as a Drow. Psychopathic, blood hungry, and above all, pissed. This twisted abstraction of his body not only better resembled his inner self, but heightened his natural strength and endurance ten fold. It left room for multiple layers of muscles, shifted about to give freedom to the organs to quickly produce a cooling spell. His core was cool, and leaking its existence to the outer shell.

"Come to me harlot, I wish to claim my prize by removing your pretty head. I may even keep it as a trophy." That cackle left his mouth once more, he wished her to take this chance, this opening to attack him, to prove that she is in fact cowardly.

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Time Limit Expired.
Luna forfeits her turn, perhaps lost in thought thinking of Bliss' demise.
Xion's post
Game on.

That wicked smile continued to curl his lips. It was near demonic in pleasure, an absolute horror over the maw.

"What a pity. Nothing to say? Perhaps my words wounded you, because even in the end, your little neko friend is lost forever. There is no body to ressurect, no items of memory. Everything he was and had, is now a mesh in the pool of acid." His words would bellow almost crisply from the jagged toothed maw. Horns almost ripping from the temple and forehead to twist back over the top of the head to a fine point. They were thick and smooth almost sureal in size that half-way twisted like a Ram's. His flesh was black now, darker than night and shadow, giving the impression of starlight deep inside of his manifest. Arms wide around the forearms and hands, doubled in size with long thick flesh carving nails. His feet would also change, the bones snapping and shifting the heel to a higher position shrinking the joint to allow a longer arc to the feet. His metatarsals were twice as long, thick and wide now, merging to over sized taloned toes that curled in more animal, than humanoid. The thick neck was slick to widen around the shoulders, back slouching and turning to the broad neck to the forward head.

"Feel lucky, You're only the third to see me in my true form. I am indeed Half-Dragon, but you seem to forget one, little, fact. You talk of us as some mystical beings, as if we are the Order to the chaos, the purest. Your ignorance proves superior, And I wont go explaining myself, this fight ends now." His words seemed to bark from that scaled muzzle. He was finished playing with her.

His arms held outwards reaching as if to grasp something in both arms to his full sides, extended and focused. His body leaned forward, mouth opening wide and snake like iris protruding to its target. His wings would flutter to give off that needed momentum backwards, only shifting once in a while to the heated air that would keep him a-lift. He would take a good 50 feet difference from his last location to equal out with the center of the horizon of the sphere barrier.

"Goodbye." That muzzle smiled once more before he poured the rest of his focus and readied energy into the protruding masses. They were now charged to hold a large impactive explosion, one that Xion himself would not only be immune to, but would welcome. The shards wouldn't be enough to kill him, he was too far from their point of impact so they would be missing the mass to remove his body.

The explosive pressure would detach the for projectiles from his back, their large form combusting at the rear with blue flames and fines to arc their turn. They would head into the barrier, and at Luna. One, heading directly at her, two at her side to aim at the barrier edge, i which she could never touch until the barrier's destruction, and the third, under and behind her, aiming to the back wall. It would leave her no time to cast heavier spells, no time to chant the words needed. And it's not like she knew exactly where they were headed anyways. The explosions would cause a devastation of raw energy, fire and earth, as well as shards of bone and metal to fill the arena barrier. Each of them holding enough impact to obliterate living things in all manner. Not only would the explosion be harmful or deadly, but it would instantly suck out all the air for that needed moment. Anything living caught in it, even for a split moment, would be found splattered over the walls of the barrier before the air could suck back in. The impact, the explosion and all the energy focused into them, by the second projectile's hit, the barrier would shatter, and the last two would self detonate. The area of their engulfing mass would continue past the size of the barrier to meet a 1,000 foot radius in all directions.

Xion would welcome it, they were attuned to his body, and that natural thick scale body of his could easily take the heat and pressure, unlike Luna's. The difference between them? She was indeed a fake.



[Xion's Preps: 1]
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(OOC: Sorry I didn’t post Xion.)

Luna keen senses picked up the faltered magic underneath her die away and witnessed the platform crumble into the lava. Luna—still on her staff—was unconcerned with it. With another 12.5 feet extirpated, the platform was now 62.5 feet.

Luna listened to the words spoken for a moment and her countenance expressed one of amusement. How typical—trying to insult a witch because of her magical approach. Luna started to wonder just out mature her opponent was. It was true—Luna was rather incompetent in melee, despite the draconic strength within her body; the witch had spent the five hundred years of her life building her spiritual energy and wisdom, not physical skills. This was often a weakness in most witches; they could not afford close contact. Luna wished Malic was there—he loved to physically fight. A deep misty sigh escaped her lips; Luna was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the majority of Xion’s rant. Those purple orbs suddenly snapped into focus again as Xion called for her to fight him hand to hand. Those lips curved into a soft smile and Luna gazed at her opponent as if she were a mother looking upon a child. A calm voice flowed from her throat, an allaying tone to it; Luna imagined pacifying a worked up child.

“I am a witch my dear; I honor my witchery and it would be dishonor to controvert its methods. Call me what you desire, warrior. Be on with your attack.”

Deep within the melodic voice, there was a hint of restraint; Luna, although easily able to control her exterior emotions, was angered at his words about Bliss—just as an adult would be with undisciplined child—but she did not comment on it; she knew he was just begging for her attention in his own way. The energy on her fingers aggrandized—Luna was rather pleased; she didn’t expect him to let her charge her energy this much—now she would merely store it for the right time. Luna would not attack—not yet. From her mouth, the mist continued to flow out with her mellow breaths and the surrounding temperature around her body was shifting. With Bliss gone, Luna once again had no one to protect but her and this meant more powerful techniques.

So he attacked.

Luna wouldn’t need to chant nor cast a spell to stop the attack as she had already prepped her defense when he made his first speech. Luna quickly braced herself on her staff and from her mouth came a hurricane of mist. Luna wasn’t a half breed, she was indeed fake as he had put it, but being fake came with advantaged because Luna’s abilities did not come on a single dragon. Though it took a moment to activate before, Luna’s lungs were indeed capable of breathing ice and fire. In this case, Luna had prepped herself so the ice would be extremely cold and come out in the form of a strong mist. This mist would be a very low temperature, about absolute zero degree temperature and she had learned from her battle with Bliss that such cold temperatures stopped kinetic energy. Plainly put, Luna’s mist would come out of her mouth with the velocity of a tornado and naturally the mist would immediately spread. Of course the bombs would have a few moments to perhaps curved to their directions, but they would hit the wall of mist before they could hit any of their intended targets. Was there anything Xion personally could do? No, they were not linked to him anymore. Would the graft eye of the bombs help? No this was an innate ability. Thus the bombs would be come nullified and still, their explosive contents rendered. Luna, who has fallen back on her staff from the force of her own breath, inhaled deeply and focused her psionics on the bombs. When them frozen within such temperatures even the energy from the artificial graft eyes were frozen and nullified. The balls were cast out the side of the area with a push of her brainpower and broke into shards on the ground. Luna regained her composure; she panted deeply—she needed to regain her breath after the brief yet power breath of mist. Luna couldn’t waste time though—she and all the actions she took within the field were hidden by the distortions of the barrier and density of the mist—she had to act now.

With the mist still within the air, Luna had to quickly move to the next part of her plan. Psionics once against went into action and she focused intently on the lava below—five hundred years of wisdom went into work. The energy illuminated fingers extended and out came the very attack that hindered Bliss and her in the beginning of the battle—an anti-magic wave. Yes, Luna could have escaped the barrier anytime she pleased but she did not because she wasn’t a coward—why was she doing this now though? It was simple. With her potent energy stored, the wave of anti-magic hit the barrier and dispersed the entire curve of it—she had not enough energy stored to destroy it all. Now the barrier was in fact maintaining the lava within its place so it would began to flow freely into Xion’s area along with the mist—which soon spread high within the air. Now Xion was 80ft away and thus might have been able to escape the lava at a normal pace—Luna would make sure that wouldn’t happen. When the wave passed her, psionics strained themselves and focused on the lava, accelerating its speed. The lava would come at him like a strong current of water in the form of an estimated 20ft wave—there wouldn’t be time to flap his wings and fly high enough to avoid it in time, and the lava would have the element of surprise. Now Luna had a lot of brain power, but even she couldn’t maintain control of the lava so long with worn energy so she just gave it the push to accelerate—like someone kicking a ball—then allow it to close the distance between itself and Xion on its own. Now Xion’s body could take heat…all right, but could Xion’s body take tons of lava crashing onto him? He was only a half-breed after all.

Luna placed a hand to her head—she just received a horrible headache.

Unpaused.
-Game on.

The absolute breath weapon at most would begin to take effect against the bone outer shell, but the inner alloy would be heated with a comfortable warmth from the nitrogen flame that thrust it. In all, the one aimed to her would meet the mist field of dire cold but still have the natural momentum to forward the impact. The lack of cold at the center would leave the explosive insides to hold their natural means on impact.

Boom.

The first would go off directly on her. In the time it would take to spew out a breath weapon, compared to the speedy acceleration of the missiles at only 50 feet from the barrier, it wouldn't leave her enough time to even finish, fact. And in all, within that moment of explosion the other three would curve about to their destination, the walls behind her. One to the bottom center, hitting the platform that floated in the center, on at the opposet inner barrier wall, and one at the top of the platform. It was almost united in perfect harmony.

The explosion of pressure, fire, shrapnel bone, shrapnel alloy, energy coat would be plenty enough to rip apart any human body, no matter how strong. But, within each explosion would be a suction, the removal of all oxygen in that split moment and the natural means to separate oxygen from all other sources, her body. It would cause her body to explode instantly in all direction, every fiber of her being now like a jello that ripped and lined the walls. It would be after that split moment that the pull of the implosion at the center would cause it to suck in the air from outside the barrier, only to cause it to shatter under the pressure of the final explosion. The magic gone that surrounded the arena, and no visible trace of living creatures would be left.

Xion, who was outside the barrier would feel that sudden pull to its center, like a heavy gust before it subtly died into that humid wind from before. Those wings altered their direction just a moment, they would take in the gust to allow Xion to keep his poise in their flap. He had won, and so far, was irritated at the lack of worthy fights.

"Pathetic..."

Unfortunately there were a few factors Luna has apparently overlooked amidst her strategies. The first and most obvious was that she was in fact only part ice dragon and was not powerful enough to neither propel nor produce such a serious degree of temperature. Luna realized this when the ice escaped her mouth; a sudden enlightenment that her intended degree was not liable to movement—Luna had made a grave mistake.

This mistake would leave everything else rushed. Her mist had reached the bombs though so the cold was still present just not at the grandeur she wanted. This would cost Luna because the bombs were not frozen quick enough for the insides to be nullified. Those brain patterns riddled throughout her mind during that second duration before the blast occurred.

Boom.

The entire arena was filled with fire for a moment and there was complete confusion of what had happened within the barrier—was Luna destroyed? Silence which only lasted for a second seemed to last for much longer before the front curve of the barrier of the arena suddenly disappeared with a wave of anti-magic followed by an overwhelming beam of energy aiming to obliterate Xion’s existence.

Of course this would need explaining.

After Luna had sent her blast of ice, her psionics were already active as the thought of controlling the lava below began to occur, however when Luna realized her mist would not be enough, the thought was abandoned but the energy remained. There was one thing that he mist did achieve and that was slowing the explosion—it was not absolute zero degrees, but it did make the air move much slower. Just how it would take time for Luna’s ice to completely affect his bombs, the fire would take time to overwhelm the mist. The duration wasn’t enough to plan or cast spells, but it was enough for Luna to propel her mental energy within her mind out of instinct. This energy was enough to create a psionic shield around her body a foot long.

Warm crimson liquid streamed down Luna’s arm and smoke rose from her fabric. Luna had enough time to begin to consider but not enough to act in time before her body was faced with the first brief moments of the explosion. As a result, Luna was gashed by a metal piece and scorched by a wave of fire—but why wasn’t she blown by the force of the blast? The answer would be in Luna’s left hand—her staff. The rune within the staff had activated and glowed a deep red color.

In Luna’s battle with Bliss, the rune had glowed blue—thus is fed on spiritual energy or mana. However, when the rune glowed red, it absorbed kinetic and psionic energy—excluding those holding its length; the majority of the staff was outside the psionic shield, Luna’s mind patterns unaffected by its greed. The staff’s rune, finally being used for the first time in this battle, showed no mercy when it suckled the energy used to propel force like a black hole. With the mass amount of energy taken away, Luna was able to withstand it within her barrier and also maintain oxygen. The metallic pieces beyond the first would not be able to propel once the staff’s suction reached them and if they happened to not be effected, they would nonetheless be repelled by Luna’s psionic shield.

Then the after effects of the staff occurred. With the staff full of kinetic and psionic energy—kinetic in this case—it propelled the energy forward again. The barrier would disappear before energy would escape into the outside world. Just how big was this energy attack though? To put it mildly, the staff repelled all the energy it absorbed. The staff had absorbed two thirds of the explosion before it was full and overwhelmed the rest with its backfire. Thus the energy would be about a third of his explosion. This meant the surface—what Xion would see flying at him— was about 350ft in diameter. What was the speed of it the energy? How fast did Xion’s explosion occur? If the beam of kinetic energy hit Xion, the energy would overwhelm his features and implode him.

Would Luna’s counter successfully destroy Xion? Would it work at all or had Luna made another grave mistake? Whether Luna was killed in the explosion or not, with a bad gash down her left arm and lack of energy, this would be Luna’s last course of action.