A Reunion of Blood beneath the Harrowing Moon

Summoner Josh vs Corban Saezer. I'll post first. T1 mp. Setting = Infinite Breezy Meadows

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/computer/microsoft/windows/ys6opening.mid < Summoner Josh Theme> When one lives beyond the limitations of mortal men they find themselves gothicizing depression. Everyone they knew before, into the distant past long forgotten, have lived their lives and departed. Yet the immortals with their endless longevity remain. Tearing apart their hearts with each new "bond" they make.....

Bonds.......What are bonds to the eternal lives of the immortals, much like Josh himself? Some would say fragile, some would say endearing with love while others might even say a mistake.....But bonds to Joshua...They were priceless. An ocean's girth in gold can't compete with these spindly treasures known as friendship....Bonds....

....They're everything to the one who holds them dear yet to another they're worthless......Friendship, companionship, allegiances and siblings...They can be boiled down by one word....bonds, wonderous bonds...These valueless incredibilities imbue life with a sense of worth. From those vibrant friendly faces, unforgettable memories, passionately shared hugs to the smell of fresh cooked feasts during celebrations, truly nostalgic...Bonds.... Through and through, till the end, bonds like these are the only resting comfort that lulls one to sleep at night. Just knowing another sun risen greeting will be accompanied with companionship deeply eases the soul. Ten thousand kingdom's treasures alone couldn't enrich daily life more so...So bonds...Something Joshua holds dearly before all things...

.....Bonds...bond...bon...bo...b...........

Joshua padded out into Infinite Breezy Meadow's vast opening. The heart stopping sensuality of its absence merely overwhelming as he dynamically remembers each battle one after another. The sweat on his brow , the pulse in his fingers, the quickening beat of his heart...It washed over him like an unseen tidal wave..."Corban...." Joshua pronounced with a sense of nostalgic admiration. Corban embodied everything he hated. Corban was Joshua's Jericho Wall...Year after year the Summoner would lose himself in plotting Corban's death. Scheming night after night till his mind ran wild and frenzied. ...But those vengeful days have passed...With the passing came a keen sense of understanding...Corban was more to Joshua than a soon to be corpse..He was a strict teacher of war. Weathering him advance after advance. Whether Joshua got the better or Corban reigned victorious, Joshua always walked away obtaining some sense of tact and strategy....bonds....

Taking a few steps further into the fields the transdimensional gateway behind him encloses within its self. Only to momentarily later implode an array of evergreen saturated platinum sparks. This nearly ceremonious transaction was met by a triumphant breeze which rolled the never ending stalks of grass like a midnight tide. Holding his ground he eagerly awaited Corban to march before the horizon. Oh this moment would be a delicasy to keep. He was nearly gitty as anxiety seemed to take a stronghold in his mind and heart..[ Has Corban changed? Is he still the same? Did he dye his hair? Has he aged old and withered? Has he grown weak?] The questions ensued.... but their absence for all these years left him inquiring profoundly on what became of Corban..That old rival who fought him tooth to nail in the cosmos from corner to corner...what did become of him? The sun seemed to sing a slight song of rejoice and the clouds cleared.

As the heavenly embankment became scarce Joshua's evergreen robe glistened profusely. Coiling scarlet fire serprents, symbolizing consciousness, vitality and Neo-Astral, clashed back and forth acrossed the gown. The luxurious golden cross masculated his lithe built with a seemingly insuperable defense. [Oh yeah, this was going to be a good day], Joshua found himself thinking as those gallant teal orbs parted through the beaten trails of amazement. Medial parted chestnut chin lengthed mane swirled in the greeting gusts.

For years he could sense himself change. The signs of mental aging were undeniable. He was more mellow and less prone to whims. The thoughts and inspirations still flashed like lightning, but his movements were more leisurely. On the outside, he retained his youthful good looks, with chocolate brown hair free of any silver, and unnaturally flawless skin. Despite this, he wasn't a 20-something anymore.

He was old.

Corban stood at the threshold of the gate that he had summoned with an afterthought. It was like an infitesimally thin window, held open by sewn planar fabric. The wind from the Infinite Breezy Meadow crossed the boundary and billowed his black robes, proof that it was operational and that it would not scramble his innards. He could see the Summoner on the other side, waiting for his entrance.

"Well, it's about that time. Let's go, Ishtalle." Iridescent fibers bled out of the air, coiling on his back into a large black scabbard, a carbon-based sheathe that seemed to suck in light far better than coal. The mold filled with her essence, crystallizing into a fine hilt. Aside from how spotless and eutactic the bubble metal was, the only hint of extravagance was a blue marble in the crossguard, one filled with a thousand stars. Suitably prepared, he took a step forward. The sunlight instantly lit ablaze the ribbons woven into his clothes, revealing a circuitous filigree that sparkled the rainbow like flawless diamond. Behind him, the gate collapsed into a point and disappeared with a whoosh. Corban stood 36 meters from Joshua, each mage poised against each other like bastions of fashion. Their robes would've fetched massive prices, yet they conjured them out of dirt.

His pale crimson eyes scanned the battlefield. This place never changed, being sustained by potent magic that regenerated it after entire moons were blown off. Its capacity for pain would be tested again.

"It's been a long time...relatively speaking," he said matter-of-factly. He closed his eyes and imagined forth the compounds he wanted to create. Yes, he would begin by doing what he did best. There was no need to prove anything. With a snap of his fingers, all the blades of grass two meters away from him turned to black dust. He held his right hand in front of him, as if holding a rapier. Such a defensive position belied the fact that he had more magic in a nail clipping than an entire king could afford in mage brigades.

"Shall we begin?"

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/sony/ps1/ff9_-_You're_not_alone.mid Hearing that familiar voice alone involuntarily relapsed his history in a blink of an eye. Joshua nearly fell to his knees from the questionable thawing of his heart. So many wrongs have been permitted for his holy wars. So many lives lost. So many families left without house and home. How many communities has his goal of universal purity deteriorated? Consequently more than he'd wish to admit....Such a lamentable tragedy....

With his senses emotionally jarred, his nerves crashed in an evanescent shock. It took all the strength he could muster to recollect himself. Raising his shakey hands Joshua forcefully patted himself down. His grieving countenance transcended into an open armed accepting smile, " It's been far too long, Corban..." The insightful pause seemed to echo with the Astral Messiah's alto, child like, innocent tone. Truly misleading was its innocence. "You've aged since the last time I seen you. It's been too many years..."

The Summoner diligently stared into the endless heavens above. The persuit of wind continued funneling through the expansive field. He closed his solemn eyes while dropping his blinded gaze to the ground, " I've heard from the passing astral travelers that you're still up and about . Upholding the guardian's vow. I too share that vow now. Except it seems, after hearing your voice, my guardianship is more blood tainted than any holy crusade...." Joshua's eyes opened while his brow diveted do to emotional shock. A rattling quiver ran acrossed his crackling ,exasperated lips, ".........Yes..." A somber yes is all that followed.

The clouds regained their sanctity above the sky as the blocked out sun relinquished dominance on the demi plane. With one deep, encouraging, spirited breath, he closed the distance between him and the historical rival. The crumpling grass beneath his feet held an assassin's silence. Not even a single audible squeak from a mouse stirred. The seconds turned into minutes as he continued disclosing their gap. He was apparently taking his time. Trying to figure out some redeemable answer to the calamity he caused...But with each minute the repitition of his strive increased two fold.

All the while his right hand rose upwards into the air, concluded by a mighty shake. Aural filaments extracting from Linga Sharira's reservoirs of prana and chakra encircled his hands. Radiant beams of evergreen and indigo coalesced with one another to combust into an enveloping celestial white. The magical luster infumated his lungs and bracketed his limbs. His breath exhaled phantasmal fumes of shimmering obsidian gas. While his memories rebirthed his integrity and conscience, the aural filaments gravitated into his palm. The terrain reverberated like a quake registering 2.5 on the richter scale. Then an explosion followed showering Joshua's entire body beneath a rainbow colored shroud. As it died off a six foot staff was buckled tightly in his right hand. Upon the base forged a deep yellow which rose up a few feet and blended into a ghostly orange. Upon the midsection the tangerine shade integrated into a marvelous scarlet. The scarlet blended throughout the remaining length only to conform atop the Astral Gatekeeper's sickle mount. Four morbid two feet azure spikes aligned its lunar crest.

" Well, enough with the reminiscence. You and me both know what we're here for. Let's do it like old times, friend." A heartfelt chuckle nearly seized his face which he intentionally was attempting to keep concrete like body language war paint.

As shadows of the clouds swept over the meadow, darkening the vibrant green of the grass, the elements themselves waited with bated breath. Both the mages did the equivalent of tightening their gloves, grabbing handfuls of raw mana to mold to their will. Although Corban did not up the ante and draw his weapon as well, that did not mean he was serious. Historically he was known for trapping his foes into a withering volley of blows, followed by a coup de grace with his finest blade. It would happen at any time, and at his leisure.

"Right. Let's roll."

His spellcasting had an choreographic bent as he drew upon the same focus that monks had when they performed their katas. He straightened his right hand into a knife and cut upwards at Joshua, the force of the blow causing him to pivot around his leading foot. Corban's hand clenched, as if grasping for the sun. After a full revolution, he finished with his left hand snapping up and aimed at him.

The Guardian's magic followed the same path. When his right hand cut up, so too did the earth explode beneath Joshua's feet, rising to surround him. When he clenched his hand, so too did the earth harden, a blinding light arising from each speck of dust as they crystallized into a diamond cone. At the beckoning of his left the cone would cleave, tearing apart whatever--or whoever--was encased inside.

I wrote a response. It's just I gotta finalize it plus my eyes are getting a little blurry. Not use to staring at monitors for long periods of time. . So once I can spot text quicker than Dorthy can a Kansas tornado then i'll post. I was so absent minded my post ended up in three wordpad files n make a long story short, i was high, i was changing music and kept forgetting which file i had my good post in..then i forgot all about it, my eyes got blurry from monitor radiation t and i'm left typoing like a 6 year old autistic fat kid with fish stick fingers. Ell oh el it sucks

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/sony/ps1/Manapain.mid [Start] The elemental unbalance within the cultivated halls of Gaia's green Earth wavered his confidence ever slightly, if noticeable at all. Reality's elemental affinities correspond to the trinity's-forces of being. Allowing spiritual ascensions and universal connections in a septenary nature ; in other words--chakras..( Chakras ,Joshua's t1 mp front line defense. Nothing short of a protective automaton. ) It universally detects the most substantial workings in the cosmo's elements and even the most enfeebled, meager workings.( Btw I consider chakras archetypes to the inner elemental planes) Depending on the chakra's program, the subtle sensitivity and alertness to elemental fluctations are subconsciously predicted or are subconsciously not. Enlightenment, karmic balance, intuitive understanding, universal truth ,chakra meditation and a variant list of differences perpetuate the betterment of chakras or degrades the chakra's complete quality.

Since Joshua invested millenniums into chakra meditation, his intuitive insight never left him blindly walking into any trap. Thusly, the Root chakra(1st chakra, earth affinity) snapped him awake to the pre-emptive exhibitions involving Corban's craft.

Excess root chakra expulsed through the pours of his flesh nearly vanishing him in the blink of an eye. Appearing many yards upon the rise his voice orchestrated hostility, " OBLIVION!" Barbs of lighting tore the sky asunder as a rift opened on top the surface. A foul beast fluttered in the air. A phantasmal ghoul with a porcelain oriental devil's mask. Golden chains that seemed to be forged by pools of malice it self rattled around his neck. Wearing an antique , weathered white robe and fingers garmed in golden jewelry it wailed in pain. Weaving this way and that all the while swinging its scythe in a psychotic rampage...

Heh. So the Summoner rallied a defense. Passive spell detection was a textbook approach, ensuring that the mage had a panoramic view on several levels of the battlefield. However, a textbook defense would not work on a Guardian who likely wrote that book. He could make, break and bypass virtually every type and variant. His right hand swept up to draw his weapon over his shoulder, sliding Ishtalle through the side of the sheathe. Today, the polymorphic weapon took the form of a thin-yet-wide greatsword made entirely of one material. Different sections were anodized differently, giving rise to surfaces with a variety of elegant blue, rainbow, and violet layers. Engraved on both sides were the words Vivo Ex Caliburnus.

With both hands on his sword, he faced the opposing team and took an aggressive stance. The smell of ozone permeated the air around him as the oxygen split upon impacting his sword. All these years were not spent in idle meditation. Corban was a researcher, not a monk. He did not wait for the universe to give him the answer; he found it himself. Mulling over countless battles gave him fresh insight and new tricks. For this trick, he had Lim Dul to thank. When it seemed all was lost, he somehow survived when Ishtalle intervened in the most profound way. Neither of them knew how to bring back the divine form that smote the lich, but they did find a good substitute.

Ishtalle's blade extended well beyond a visible 2-meter edge. She was sharp both in, out, on, and around! Like a transdimensional scalpel knife she gave a quick and tiny cut, simultaneously, on a thousand of the nearest planes intersecting this one. Suddenly Corban's body jolted as his weapon hummed, channeling a full planar torrent into a brilliant energy blade. The smallest quivering left behind a tear in space. However, there was a price for this power: much like how planes healed up after getting shaved by a Lockdown, these tiny cuts would heal up quickly.

Corban opened his mind's eye, his two actual ones glowing cerulean as the magic precipitated from his veins. His arcane sight was like any other. It bestowed upon him a more panoramic view of the battlefield's layers, from the material to ethereal. It gave him infinite farsight, in the same way that normal vision could perceive distant stars. Joshua would not be able to evade him like before. This was good, because his slashes would need to be righteous and hard.

HE SLASHED.

The strike was placed through both the Summoner and his companion. Even if he did not move more than a meter, his sword did. Ishtalle extended herself with a second distinct blade, one that overlapped and went beyond the first. Its power was a function both of the mana pumped into it, as well as the conduit. A cut by Ishtalle bled even the gods, and this was no different. Infinitesimally thin, it nevertheless shined brighter than the sun and literally cut the horizons in half. The afterimage bissected the sky in a pure white sheet as the atoms in between fissioned.

This blow closely resembled the nature of the one that saved Corban so many years ago.

This was his Miracle.

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/livealive-wanderer.mid Corban wasn't holding back anymore. Their brief moment of sharing became conclusively closed like an unsolved murder case. The Third Eye (6th)chakra hyper-activated much like the Root chakra. The Third Eye chakra concentrates around ideas of seeing physically and intuitively. Thus opening his faculties of psychism. It's affinity being light granting him with a preconception of illuminate fluctuations. Which aligned his Third Eye Chakra and Root Chakra with his Crown Chakra (7th). Unlocking another innateness, alertness and sensitivity of thought/ an affinity with consciousness and universal identity. Allowing illimitable predictions with pure awareness and collective consciousness. Since Infinite Breezy Meadows is a demi plane and connected with Neo-Astral/ Astral Plane by sophistication means it in its self has a planar constitution. Which makes it subjective to universal-connected-activity, which is why his chakras work in this world.

The conscious thoughts of the plane , when considering the interplanar intervention, deployed a planar directory compiling all the changes within infinite breezy meadows. By the spiritual awakening of his chakras and discretionary laws of the plane, he was forewarned by the offense. Yet again with that jedi like clairvoyance , Joshua designated Oblivion to create a barrier with its negative energy construct.

Oblivion lifted the scythe daringly into the air. Rose pink magic filtered into the tip of its blade. On and on the aural streams concentrated , encompassing the blade and the upper half of its body with prana and negativity. Swinging the blade to the ground energy exploded trailing across the field. Impressioning its path with emblems from the abyss. The prana and negativity rightfully coalesced . Enveloping the landscape with a bright light which faded quickly after. Psychokinetic barriers forged from fuel cells of negative magic deflected Corban's attack.

" Good job, Oblivion. Even if I did manifest you at one fourth of your power." Joshua nodded in compliance as he turned on his feet to stare at Corban. The orbital reverberations of rose and pink shades glitched as the barrier met Corban' Saezer's sentient weapon's strike.

Joshua's two hands registered in the middle of the staff all the while raising it above his head in defiance. " The elemental flow of life , the flame of passion and corruption. Ether polarity, discriminating society, destruction! Honorable horned one, masculine power peaking at noon, destroy thy enemies with hatred chimed by thy tune!"

Ceremoniously he called out to another beneficial aid. A gateway opened up ten or so feet behind him. An oval enclosure that eclipsed the in betweens of transdimensional travel. A prepossessing shell aligned its borders with an obsidian radiance. As the gateway closed a single long winding shadow bewitched the land in front. A beast slithered out. Shiva was a Nagi-Getta, a member to the guild of underworld assassins. She had well maintained crimson hair that lingered to her waist. Enthralling eyes of yellowish light green peering into the distance, anxiously expecting to get some useful insight. Formed with the lower body of a viper, till mid waist where she's suited with the seductive characteristics of a woman. Her brownish yellow scales where nearly translucent as she wormed her way to Joshua's right.

As the prismatic flames flickered off his sword, Corban looked on smugly. All was going according to plan. He had upped the ante, forcing Joshua to increase his upkeep. With 2 Espers and so many arcane sights up, Corban would outlast him through sheer attrition. He was no stranger to handling superior numbers. Any king that wanted to block off a canyon merely had to hire Corban, and it would be done. Furthermore, he was dealing with a summoner who could command powerful beasts, but apparently did not know the meaning of 'conservation.'

He would force him to run on batteries with an overwhelming load.

Energy always interacted. It never simply deflected, as that was the domain of matter. The apparent distortion in the sky-wide cut from the barrier was only at the whim of Ishtalle, as she held back on dumping herself into the shield. The same time that the flames disappeared was the time when the cut in the sky, as well as Shiva's gate, vibrated. All the fury his Guardian Edge had summoned upon herself was channeled in the space between planes, a disruptive current that electrocuted the hardware. It would repair itself over time, but the process could not be hastened.

Normally his Lockdown had to tunnel, but in this case there were already exposed areas. Thus, it was stronger than usual.

Summoning disabled.
Energy feeds disabled.
Planar effects disabled.
Teleportation now lethal.

Time was on his side. With a flourish, he stabbed greatsword Ishtalle into the ground, and gestured for Joshua.

"Your turn."

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/SD3_-_Weird_Counterpoint.mid Shiva and Oblivion took their respected stances. Each giving a second glance to Joshua in hopes for some sense of direction. After all, he was the ring leader in this circus so his words were the words of a dictator. Generally a peaceful dictator but a dictator none-the-less. The shields crashed. Their pink, rose domes disintegrated from top to bottom. As each barrier's remaining charge met the magic conductive surface of Infinite Breezy Meadows they discharged electrical navy blue streaks in three hundred and sixty directions. .The excess energy budded in rhythms throughout the meadow only to recede shortly after from whence they came.

"So it's my turn now, Corban. I see, well, guess I better show you my new fancy foot work." A remark made in veneration " Allow me to show you what the "Summoner's Trilogy" is capable of. Be weary, Corban, though knowing you you're more than likely weary already."

Even though Joshua acknowledged Corban's interplanar tampering he discarded its life-threatening insurgency with a falsifying smile. Kneeling down slightly he poised himself in the most beneficial way, where his lithe stature maximized his agility and dexterity. Spry hands lay in wait atop his knees as the Regality Robe drapes the ground. Its celestial power shell shocking the meadow with massive fruition. Roses, dandy lions, tulips, sunflowers, magnolias and a wide variety of flowers sprouted while instantly blossoming. Moss covered the "contamination" zone then vines and ivy ensnare sky-rocketing trees which grow just as miraculously from nowhere. A few animals were conjured from dust along with incests. A flock of spellbound doves spread their wings and escape into the distant sky. A few feathers descend from their sudden departure.

"Here goes nothing. Let the balance of karma see me through this." He muttered to himself inciting morale.

With chakra flowing through his pseudo-physical veins he leaped up, momentum and velocity leaving him kicking dust in his wake. The staff held diagnoally down his right side, resembling a bushido assassination stance. The nearly knee high grass swished against his robe while the elongated sleeves billowed in the wind. The surrounding terrain blurred by his passing shadow. His eyes almost shuttered as excitement grabbed him by the rains, tugging him forward. Through a sound, enlightened mind he consciously programmed the chakras into a unified state. Each elemental and cosmic alteration replaying through his spiritual/psychic sensory like a radar. If something changes within the surrounding structures the automatic detection impregnates his mind with utmost importance. Channeling one universal affinity *chakra* after another his speed increased ten fold. What would have took him 20 seconds to reach Corban beforehand would only take 3. Running at an almost blinding pace he jumped out to Corban's right The Astral Gatekeeper attempting to slam its spikes first into his lower ribs.

Shiva drew back five of her six arms. Glowing blades of ether (Etheric blades. Ether/akasha/the first element Treat these projectiles like Link's energy sword blasts when he has full health.), with a roman short sword's three to two feet and half length indented her figure with shadowing articulation. Slithering backwards she hurtled the blades with the passion of a six shooter's western showdown. Each blade homed in on the momentous Guardian. The first going for his right shoulder. The second going for his bowels. The Third going to the left in case he attempted to maneuver a dodge. The Fourth to his right , yet again a precaution, and the fifth to his skull.

Oblivion levitated into the air. The wind slamming against its spectral form highlighted its alien presence as its once white, aged, silk robe jostles. Gaining an altitude of seven feet Oblivion leaned forward, the sun glistening off its blood stained oriental devil's mask. Like a cosmic missile he shot forth with a soul stripping extremity. Wishing to swoop down before Corban and rid him of his head Sleepy Hollow style.

The Summoner's Trilogy

They sought to test a Guardian's defenses? Fools. Corban was most lethal in close-range, for that was where his combos had the most overlap. Furthermore, his eyes were open. Security through obscurity obviously had no effect on either of them, for they were both attuned. Therefore, any hope of a deathblow would lie with strikes that were inherently strong, and not just fast.

Against the triple-team, Corban leapt into the air, yanking his trusty weapon out of the ground. The resultant hoisting seemed so natural, yet it had the result of deflecting the ether blades behind him, their force so drained as to render them into ether needles. At the same time, the grassy vibrancy that the Summoner had conjured was turned against him. The knee-length blades would glisten with diamond surfaces that would rise upwards in a lethal paling. The spiked head of the staff would pass beneath the soles of his boots harmlessly. The same could not be said for his foe and his crystals.

Stop.

This positioning was perfect. Between the sand grains of time was a work of art. The Summoner was in midswing. The naga's attack was sterilized. That left the oni right in front of him. Corban swung forward with such force as to put him into a midair somerslash right in the oni's path. The guillotine was brought down with the swiftness of an owl and the force of a dragon stomp.

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/SD3_-_Secret_of_Mana_-_GM.mid From the sheer resilient persistence Joshua springed back from the gaping jaws of defeat. Facing countless hardships well prepared him for this critical moment when Corban unfettered his combination. His sound mind, colossal insight and the continuity of planning foreshadowed Joshua's initial strike with failure. An aforementioned activation of spirituality and psychism suffused Saezer's counters with impossibility.

By a few sparing seconds Josh interrupted his war charge. Intelligently stopping dead in his tracks, yielding before the bitter sweat trap Corban set. The obvious cautions and innane defenses put a hamper on both party's behalf. Victory wouldn't be easily obtained by the most impressive agility or the most overwhelming power. Neither would be crippled by the differences, both would indisputably incorporate them into their continual planning. The key to victory among this brawl was pre-emptive steps. Constructing clairvoyance and omens with the consequences and reactions stimulated by their actions.

The Throat Chakra (5th+Chakra of Sound), Heart Chakra (4th Chakra, Chakra of Air), and the Root Chakra (1st Chakra, Chakra of Earth) mapped out everything before him exquisitely. A few yards away from the brink of death and a few yards further educating him. His first attack wasn't completely worthless, after all information came out of it. Corban set up a trap, Joshua combod. So, if you can't get them the first time try try again. In a weird , confusing sense, Joshua felt a sportsman's competitive nature when dealing with this fight.

Sweeping the staff down he began carving the air into a triangle. Each inch the staff moved it left behind an illume printing his prophetic encryption. The mark of the Third Ray. The symbol shined with an uncanny strength. The superpositioned chakra and prana leaked into the very depths of the encryption. Flames of pure kinetic energy erupted between the manuscripted magic. Ivory flares started breaking through the drawing's levels of security, (Intrinsic markings which imprison the supremacy contained within), imposing upon the seal defusion. An irritating hum encroached the air. Each passing second the intense consistency of its unbearable-air horn- intolerability almost brought them to their knees. Psychadelic streams zip lined into the stratum of the seal only to have the manifested kinetic energy conform into its very core.

"Absolution!" He cried out desperately.

A gigantic beam shot from inside the encryption. Mean while Shiva transmuted her psyche and divinity into a supportive enhancement. Beneath the deteriorating path of the blast , everything was disposed of quicker than a passing apocalypse. With a width of ten feet and an its unstoppable endurance, catastrophy was easily upon hand. Death barreling right before Corban's front door.

Oblivion reinstated his allegiance through a destructive wave of negative energy. The exact moment Corban attempted to cleave him in half a huge amount of his negative reserves broke through the scythe. Exactly half of his energy in his resevoir. Adjusting it's target into it's weapon's cross-hair. Like a Charlie in the trees of Vietnam he would pop Corban's head like a cherry. Flawless success, the negativity blanketed the scene before him through a blistering blast of scarlet. A fiendish imperception to the children of adam. Such a deep, depressing hue that it became demolished from the eyes of mortals due to its colored relation with the corpse ridden fields of slaughter.

The meteoric impact with sword upon scythe tossed up jets of pulverized metallic oxygen, forged from the sheer pressures. Corban was tossed back from the recoil, surfing directly behind Ishtalle as the negative blast washed over him. Like a planet's magnetosphere, her palpable presence made it sluice over and around her. The same could not be said for the nearby grass. The bunnies and flora that were empowered through Joshua's druidry were engulfed in the flames, shriveling to dust as the essence of the undead took them.

Then the glare of the ray was upon him.

It raked across the ground, sandblasting the earth into molten glass and graphite on its way towards Corban. For anyone else, this would have been fatal. However, he was fast on the draw. More importantly, he had an ace. Swinging Ishtalle behind him like an overgrown thief's dirk, he held his left hand out.

"Kinetic Barrier."

A sliver of air around his entire person vibrated to a halt, liquefying and turning deeper than the deepest night. Within this black shell, Corban was out of sight. The moment the beam struck its surface...nothing happened. When it passed through the air, it gave off ozone as it ionized it. When it stabbed at the ground, bubbles and hisses were heard. However, no light nor sound was fed back. Its entire payload was dumped into frozen atoms, so cold as to mingle with each other. In the hands of Corban, this Bose Einstein Condensate was an infinite heat sink. Far from boiling, it caused the grass and air around it to form a growing wall of ice.

He split it, causing it to fall open in 6 slices like an orange. As he stepped towards them, one thing was apparent: he was not sweating, nor panting.

"You always were generous with the great balls of fire, and I'm sure your superior numbers toppled many." Corban clenched his left hand once, silver lines etching into the air as a 3-dimensional spell sphere hovered over his palm. "However, I've isolated you from your infinite mana fount, and placed your Espers on batteries. When will you learn that brute force and wide swaths don't work on me?" Any epic mage worth his salt could read the nature of the spell: it was an abjuration of the dispel variety. However, there was something extra. It was...sharp.

"This time, be tactical and don't swarm. Now come!"

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/ff5_exdeath.mid Joshua felt a deceptive ease overcome his body while loitering with his guard up. The long lived adrenaline rush dwindled along side his prominent stamina. The sudden quickness of his breathing awakening him to the wear and tear he was putting his pseudo-body through. Although not a single drop of sweat fell above his brow he still knew the significance of pacing one's self. Something the majority of long distant rookie runners took for granted; if not over-looking completely. Then again idiots like these were condemned to a destined loss. What better way to confiscate the odds than this? Pacing ones self in a classic boxer routine ,known more commonly as , " Let the opponent wear himself out and then go for the kill." Not exactly the most flashy trade mark but hey, who's counting?

The Summoner started swinging his arms back and forth amidst his chest .Pursuing right behind, with that same pendulum motion, came the Astral Gatekeeper. Multitudes of coloration expelling from its cresent mount. Shrouding his panoramic view with blockading rainbows. He unconsciouisly put a little dance performed betwixt the swaying. Kicking his feet left to right on the ground gradually over and over " Hey, big fireballs tend to be appealing now and then, Corban." A hint of sarcasm redeemed his dominative hold between the two, " My conjured legions have done their share of demolition work. One two three more times than I can count." Tilting his head back he rolled his eyes while attempting to consider this part of the conversation serious.

- Joshua, demand retribution. Take a hold of the top of his scalp and remove his flesh strip by strip. Starting from head to toe.-

- Nexus, seems you're rather fucking impatient today.-

- My impatience is caused by you taking your sweet ass time to defeat Corban.-

- In due time, Nexus.-

As their conversation grew a little deeper he patiently listened to Corban. Only responding after a short lived pause, " Brute force , past tense wise, has never worked against you. But hey, I was a creature of habit back then. A misguided idiot like all the son's of adam. In other words a being whose entirety's consistency is error. Yeah, when I reflect back upon that mind of mine void of intellect I feel shamed by my previous weakness. Ostracized laughter and the exiling descent from a monarch's gavel is all I deserved. "

Joshua raises his backward left hand into the air with a mocking pivot of his wrist. It came off like a ridiculous, antiquated attempted formality when announcing a noble or royal. Rolling his r's and s's he jeered his words to match this running theme , " What will I do with my essssssssssssssspersssssssssss now?" He brought both hands along side his cheeks and delivered a doltish cry of anguish , " Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Could the Summoner be anymore of a jackass? If there's one thing to know about the Astral Messiah is he cherishes mischief above all things. Finding the fruits of comedy to be pungently intoxicating when messing with people's minds. "Hahahahaha" he refurnished the conversation with a dry laugh , " My espers have endless fuel reserves. Don't get too excited, "Cooooooooooorbaaaaaaaaaan Saeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeeer". The way he pronounced Corban's name was unmistakably eerie. His voice went from a normal cheerfulness to a haunting, spine tingling chime more ominous than black cats and entire flocks of perching ravens.

A dreadful seriousness instilled within him as Corban spoke , what Joshua felt, was out of line; "This time, be tactical and don't swarm. Now come!" [....................] His hands balled up and that monumental resentment broke open the caged up cavities within his soul. Suppressed emotions surged through his mind with entrancing remnants of malevolence , " I'll show you strategy. I'll show you lots of things, Corban." His voice grew more dim and conniving. " You know what I'll really show you, Corban, before this is all done and over with? The lid to your coffin as you die alive six feet under the ground." Oh and so the cold murderous side comes out. The Sadist Sister won't be far behind.

While they chit-chatted Oblivion and Shiva concentrated their psychic focus and synergies. Josh didn't need a consecutive preparation outside of his normal meditated thoughts. The philosophical and universal truths he stumbles upon as epiphanies and realizations inspire him with an impassioned drive, more so than any spell book. These spiritual discoveries heightened his magic's explosive power beyond the enchanted relics from lore.

So yep, the entire time Joshua talked he held a constant state of mild meditation. That's three preps.








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Corban was counting, actually. While Joshua was rambling on something irrelevant, Corban was eyeballing the Espers in the background. Although he betrayed no emotion, in the back of his mind he was baffled. Did they...not expect him to see them?

<He seems to be buying time.>
<Or borrowing it. Excessive debt means greater risk of bankruptcy.>
<Too true, Ishtalle. But knowing that, how can I force him into it early?>
<Cause him to spend it all early, leaving nothing for investment.>

Such a corporate strategy, inspired by the merchant wars that took place in vibrant cities, was actually quite effective in a mage duel. He knew just the way to make Joshua run out of mana. Being a master of crystal and barrier magic, Corban knew all about the importance of density. A million hornet stings had no effect on a sliver of steel. Another example would be how a red dragon's fire breath had little effect on a swift ballista bolt. It simply was too diffuse, the arrow too fast, to do lasting damage.

So much energy, wasted.

"You may certainly try, although it'll take more than this to take me down." The Espers looked like they were focusing, no doubt going to harmonize with Joshua and add their chips to the pot. Excellent. The larger the connection, the greater the impact that his next assault would have. It would be easier than having to shoot them individually. The sphere within his hand faded from sight as he wiped away his drawings to reveal a blueprint upon the back of his glove.

Like a gunslinger in a Western town, he curled his fingers at his hip.

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/ctschala.mid ""Josh, release this absolute strength and destroy Corban." *Sadist Sister/Rudra*"

" Nexus, be gentle, let us only immobilize Corban instead of introducing him to nothingness." *Summoner Josh*

" Remember, Joshua, you crave his death. You wish to cherish his funeral." *Sadist Sister/ Rudra*

"No, get out of my head, Rudra!" *Summoner Josh

" Piss off you little worm. You're mine to manipulate as I wish! *Sadist Sister/Rudra

" ...Nexu!.....* A moment of silence followed as the Sadist Sister starting intervening, attempting to possess Joshua like she nearly did a few seconds ago. *Summoner Josh*

" Rudra, begone. Discard yourself." *The Astral Nexus*

" Shut up, bitch, Josh is all mine for the taking." *Sadist Sister/ Rudra

" You incompetent fool, Josh is destined for purity." *Astral Nexus*

"We'll see about that, worthless fuck!" *Sadist Sister/ Rudra*

" I guess we will, won't we, infidel?" *Astral Nexus*

Shiva lifted her arms into the air while thrusting four palms out front. A triangular outline illumed with a sonorous emerald. The radiance brightened and three streams of vibrancy interlocked within the medium. The embracive reflections coating her entire upper body, viperous torso and enflaming her brownish yellow scales. With the tangent magics expelled, her energy became displaced twenty feet above their heads. Where the static synergy entombed its self in an orb.

Oblivion retained his hover while the tattered hemm of his withered robe coruscated aural patterns upon his bodiless lower half. Jewel garmed skeletal hands assigned themselves into compressed balls. Fingers framing over each other while the invisible arms atwain the dilapidated sleeves. An octagon expulsing radiation contracted its self above his compacting knuckles. The ruby brilliancy intermingled within the medium of the octagon. Only to have the abysmal fiend casting his shamanic channeling toward the sky. As expected the pre-meditated craft hurtled into the depths of the emerald orb which Shiva catered. With a glamorous combustion the world was carved into a puissant veil of colorful saturation. A shower of fire work sparks pummeled the land beneath. The entombed synergy hyper-growing the orb into a swelling catalyst.

Joshua's face was riddled with distress. His eyes probed by the battle of possession for his soul. The relentless conspiracies from Rudra clawing for the custody of the Summoner's self control. Rattling his head with a mighty shake of his body, Joshua limbered up while systematically revolting his magic into a streamline ray detaching from his eyes and mouth. The diaphonus shades filtering into the orb through spiraling lines which gave off a cork screw effect. When the energy merged with the divine entombment another vigorous explosion rendered the land enshrouded by a diffusion of an emerald, ruby and indigo aurora.

The orb swelled beyond presumptions. Circling in the air with entrancing sheens, composed by tons of varied hues, orbited and spiraled around it. Consequently the synergy concentration superceded the stage of maximum mass. The edges started bubbling as if some intense heat was introducing endless amounts of gas and pressure inside. The borders disrupted and hundreds of synergetic incinerating shafts stripped away at the land. Enclosing around Corban and any imaginable exit.

Aurora Blast

With a snap of his elbow he leveled his trigger finger at Joshua as the trio's display began to crescendo. The seal flowed in front of him with a roar, the air ionizing at the very center. He saw the signs, and exercised good judgment. Although waiting until the very end could've guaranteed a one-hit KO, there was also the chance that the Summoner would finish early and preempt Corban's defenses. By not being greedy and firing now, he ensured that the Summoner would have to either interrupt the charging sequence to defend, or take the hit.

His shot was much smaller than the Aurora Blast. Indeed, it was a prismatic ray only 3.14 inches wide. However, its size belied its fearsome capacity to slay magical beings. Being a chimera of crystal and abjuration magic, it possessed both armor- and spell-piercing qualities, as well as a density that let it cut through both shields and offensive spells several times more expensive. Their fires and their diffuse natures were nothing before its hardened edge.

Then there was its effect on impact.

Against weak mages, it was simply too powerful, and would overpenetrate them. While they would find it impossible to block, their consolation was that they were too weak to fully absorb its force. Golems, epic sorcerors, and other magical beings were a different story. They would take its full force as it drilled through their bodies and severed their ethereal flows. If their lives were sustained by that magic, then they'd also be dead.

His target was Joshua's solar plexus, an especially dangerous spot for a chakra user. Because of his link, it would also ripple fatally through his Espers. The next question was what to do in case the energies went rampant...

FINISHED, POST ROGER!

http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/WINDIWAR.mid - Chakra Synchronization - With his chakras in spiritual equilibrium manipulating, dismanlting and forging new properties with influenctial offensive and defensive components is nothing short from a cake walk. Every chakra is relative with certain celestial fabrics through processes of elemental and etheric affinities. Some know this as duality: female/male- positive/negative. Standard laws found undeniably throughout reality. Every fabric of creation holds these opposing and attractive charges. Let me put it like this- If someone triggers off a negative fire blast in the Summoner's face he can easily domesticate the force quicker than saddled horses. How? Chakras- by directly hijacking the faculties of the forces utilized by the inherent universal programs of their physical/etheric design. . In other words he utilizes the programs within the "wave particle/ core construct, creation's oriented design, through synchronizing their negative and positive energy formats. Oscillation in other words.

Fire gets thrown, Joshua uses the Solar Plexus and bam, the Summoner hijacks the fire blast. Corban's attack wasn't any different. Depicted by multiple cosmic oppositions and attractions, so it took nothing more than the normal routine to discharge it faster than LAPD's bomb squad. Universal connection, especially through the heart chakra, established synchronization with the endangering force's polarities and inherent designs. Thus dismantling Corban's control through a synaptic discharge disrupting the spiritual, psychic, and physical computations.

Solar Plexus, Sacral, Root, Heart, Third Eye, Crown and Throat chakras were all activated and functioning equally. So every puzzling combination involving Corban's magic would be more than easily cracked.

Josh pushed his hands in front of him in a hault, stop in your tracks motion. The cosmic affinities interconnected with the framework of the spell. The attack, without any further need of explanation, stopped the enchantment deader than a truck driver's road kill. Now Josh had full control and he merely redirected the blast right back to Corban with three fearless forward steps.

Shiva dropped to the ground, her firm breasts pushing against the dirt as her rattle-tip tail shakes. A noticeable scream tore across the land backed behind an effeminate rage, " Step through the halls of Earth, Gaia!" Finally Shiva spoke. Her body convulsing with a salmon aura.

Oblivion hovered upwards a few more feet and swung his scythe in a downward arch where psychism leaked through the blade into the epicenter of Shiva and his concentration.

- Chakra Synchronization -

Chakra Tutorial from my own knowledge/t1 pc-fu manual. (Just in case anyone needs further information.)

Chakras

The word chakra is sanskrit for wheel of energy or disk and signifies one of seven basic energy centers in the body. Each of these centers correlates to major nerve ganglia branching forth from the spinal column. In addition the chakras also correlate to levels of consciousness, archetypal elements, developmental stages of life, colors, sounds, body functions, and much, much more.


A. Root ( First Chakra) (Chakra of Red, Earth, Physical Identity, Oriented to self preservation.)

1. Its location is between the anus and the genitals. It's granduler connection is with Adrenals. Its associated body part is bones and the skeletal structure.

2. Being located at the base of the spine this chakra forms our foundation. It represents the element Earth and therefor is related with our survival instincts, and to our sense of grounding and connection to our bodies and the physical plane. Ideally this chakra brings us health, prosperity, security, and dynamic presence.

B. Sacral (Second Chakra) ( Orange Chakra) (Chakra of Water, Emotional Identity, Oriented to Self Gratification.)

1. Its location is the lower abdomen, between the naval and genitals. It's grandular connection is with the testies and ovaries. Its associated body parts are sex organs, prostitue and womb.

2.The second chakra, located in the abdomen, lower back, and sexual organs, is related to the element water, and to emotions and sexuality. It connects us to others through feeling, desire, sensation, and movement. Ideally this chakra brings us fluidity and grace, depth of feeling, sexual fulfillment, and the ability to accept change.

C. Solar Plexus ( Third Chakra) ( Yellow Chakra) ( Chakra of Fire, Ego Identity and Self Definition.)

1. Located between the naval and base of the sternum. Grandular connection is with the pancreass. Associated body parts are the digestion system and muscles.

2. This chakra is known as the power chakra, located in the solar plexus. It rules our personal power, will, and autonomy, as well as our metabolism. When healthy, this chakra brings us energy, effectiveness, spontaneity, and non-dominating power.

D. Heart (Fourth Chakra) ( The Green Chakra) ( Chakra of Air, Social Identity, and Self Acceptance.)

1. It's located in the center of the chest. Its grandular connection is with the Thymus. Associated body parts are the heart, chest, lungs and circulation.

2.This chakra is called the heart chakra and is the middle chakra in a system of seven. It is related to love and is the integrator of opposites in the psyche: mind and body, male and female, persona and shadow, ego and unity. A healthy fourth chakra allows us to love deeply, feel compassion, have a deep sense of peace and centeredness

E. Throat ( Fifth Chakra) ( The Blue Chakra) ( Chakra of Sound, Creative Identity, Oriented to Self Expression.)

1. Its location is centrally at the base of the neck. Its grandular connection is with the thyroid. Its associated body parts are the mouth, nose and ears.

2.This is the chakra located in the throat and is thus related to communication and creativity. Here we experience the world symbolically through vibration, such as the vibration of sound representing language.

F. Third Eye (Sixth Chakra) ( The Purple Chakra) (Chakra of light, Archetypal Identity, Oriented to Self- Reflection.)

1. Its located above and between the eye brows. Its grandular connection is with the pituitary gland. Its associated body parts are the eyes and base of the skull.

2.This chakra is known as the brow chakra or third eye center. It is related to the act of seeing, both physically and intuitively. As such it opens our psychic faculties and our understanding of archetypal levels. When healthy it allows us to see clearly, in effect, letting us "see the big picture."

G. Crown (Seventh Chakra) (The Redish Violet Chakra) ( Chakra of Thought, Universal Identity, and Oriented to Self-Knowledge.)

1.Its located on the top of the head. Its granular connection is with the Pineal. Its associated body parts are the upper skull, cerebral cortex and skin.

2. This is the crown chakra that relates to consciousness as pure awareness. It is our connection to the greater world beyond, to a timeless, spaceless place of all-knowing. When developed, this chakra brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection, and bliss.

What are Chakras? (Deeper Information.)

1.Chakras are energy centers. They function like receivers and transformers of the various forms of "prana." Through the nadis, the chakras take in the vital energy and transform it into the frequencies needed by the various areas of the physical bodies for sustenance and development.

2.Each chakra is connected with one of the elements of earth, water, air ether and mind - mind being an instrument of consciousness. These elements are states of matter and NOT elements as we understand them in modern chemistry. They are equivalent to the terms: solid, liquid, fiery or gaseous, airy, and etheric - which are somewhat analogous to the physical, astral and mental planes and sub-planes.

Why Are Colors Associated with Chakras?

1. Each chakra contains all color variations, although one color always dominates. These colors correspond to the primary task of the chakra. Each globule that I spoke of earlier consist of seven (7) atoms. When these brilliant specks of light are drawn into the vortex of the 2nd (sacral or spleen) chakra, they are decomposed and break up into streams of different colors. As these seven (7) atoms are whirled around the vortex, each of the six spokes of the 2nd chakra seizes upon one of them so that all those charged with yellow flow along one spoke, those charged with green along another spoke, and so on, while the seventh atom disappears through the center of the vortex, or hub of the wheel. These rays then pass off in different directions, each ray destined to its special work in vitalization of the body.

Prana

1. Prana is a sanskrit word meaning 'breath' and refers to a vital, life-sustaining force of living beings and vital energy in natural processes of the universe.

2. Prana is believed to flow through a network of fine subtle channels called , "Nadi." The three main channels are: the ida, the pingala, and the sushumna. The ida and pingala channels correlate with left and right uninostril breathing.

3. According to philosophy, the breath, or air, is merely a gateway to the world of prana and its manifestation in the body.

4. Prana can be explained in various ways, feelings of hunger, thirst, hot, cold, etc. in the body could, according to this worldview, be interpreted as pranic manifestations. All physical feelings or energies that arise or flow within the body might also be interpreted as evidence that prana is at work. The presence of prana is said to be what distinguishes a living body from a dead one. When a person (or any other living being such as an animal) dies, the prana, or life force, is thought to leave the body through one of several orifices.

5. Prana is the primal source of all forms of energy and manifests itself in various frequencies. Your level of consciousness (awareness) determines the frequencies of prana you are capable of receiving and storing. One form of prana exists in the air, and one way we can retrieve it is through proper breathing (exercises).

6. Prana is equivalent to the force of "vitality." Vitality is radiated on all levels and manifests itself in the physical, emotional and mental realms. This force is NOT electricity, albeit in some ways it represents it.

How is Prana Distributed Throughout the Body?

1. In the dense, physical body, the blood carries chemical material in a liquid solution; the red corpuscles taking oxygen to the tissue and bring back carbon dioxide from these and disposing of it. Well, the radiations in the "vital field" or "etheric body" absorb and carry "vitality" or "prana" from the other atmosphere and dispose of subtle waste matter in a similar manner.

Nadi
1. Nadis are the channels through which the energies of the subtle body are said to flow. They connect at special points of intensity called chakras.

2. The main nadis include Shushumna, Ida and Pingala, but there are sometimes believed to be 72,000 of them. They all start from the central channel of the chakras to the periphery where they gradually become thinner.

3. Nadi's carry the life force known as Prana. They are also said to have an extrasensory function, playing a part in empathic and instinctive responses.

4. Nadis are sometimes viewed as only extended to the skin of the body, but are often thought to extend to the boundary of the aura.

5. The Ida and Pingala nadis are often seen as referring to the two hemispheres of the brain. Pingala is the extroverted(Active), solar nadi, and corresponds to the left hand side of the brain.