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#Post#: 389029--------------------------------------------------
Re: The City of Dreams
By: Demonreach Date: September 28, 2015, 10:45 pm
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Demonreach grinned, chuckling as the power washed around him;
brushing back his hair with the force.
Perhaps it was because his own presence, his aura, was not
present in such force as Urdroxa's that made him seem so frail,
fragile, but who else could contend with such awesome and raw
power? Perhaps, one could wonder, if Demonreach was so much more
than appearance seemed, why didn't he show it? Revel in it? If
he could stand, head to head, with Urdroxa and his near-infinite
power and energy, why didn't it show?
That was a common mistake made by those he had fought, who had
met him, and most paid for that price. He didn't enjoy flashy
displays of power, instead using his fine control over his own
body and powers to overpower and overwhelm any opposition.
Finesse and skill over brute force, though to consider Urdroxa
unskilled was fatal.
If Urdroxa was the broadsword, Demonreach was the rapier; poised
and ready to strike like any snake, slowly draining its victim
of lifeblood with each strike.
The man followed Urdroxa without fail, his own movements
belaying the excitement barely contained; the arctic cold that
radiated from his body growing more intense as he faced his
brother once more, readying himself for this fight. 'I could not
think of a better way to send off that firework show other than
by making one of our own.'
Beneath him, the earth trembled with such intensity it was as if
the whole island would break apart. 'And, Fumi, please keep up.'
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: Elin Date: September 28, 2015, 11:02 pm
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In the moment that they butted heads with just their presences
alone, Fumi understood that battle was simply a way of life for
these two. Urdroxa clearly lived and breathed it and the way
Demonreach didn't so much as shrink down from the challenge gave
hint that he most likely reveled in it as well. The enigmatic
interactions between these two were lost on her and she could
only rock her leg back and forth as they both showed their
displays of power in their own individual way. Between the
showiness of raw force and the subtleness of the dropping
temperature, Fumi felt like she was in for more of a show than
simply just these fireworks Urdroxa had told her about.
With the rumbling of the earth trembling her to the core, Fumi's
small form was unsteady on her feet as she attempted to walk
against the shivering earth itself, only to give up on such a
pointless task, subsiding to hopping lightly against the balls
of her feet as the ends of her long hair shifted slowly into
smoke, gently and lightly caressing around her form in a small
and loving embrace with each tendril slowly forming into the
appearance of a pale and ghastly hand; seated in its palm
comfily, she floated out the entrance of the once lovely tavern
whos structure now groaned and cried out in stress from the
vicious rumbling. Where she should have shown fear, she showed
fascination and she gently rested her head against the thumb of
her transportation, watching the swaying buildings in the
distance. "Ah...it's gonna fall." The answer to her words being
the sudden collapse of structure and a soft look of distaste.
She'd rather liked the view she'd gotten from there...
Even through Fumi's lackadaiscal attitude, her whole body felt
taught and she simply acted the way she did to keep up
appearances. In reality, she felt the stirring inside of her,
the discomfort of being next to two clearly skilled creatures of
destruction; her appearance was hastily changing thanks to the
primal sensations within her, her dress turning from its usual
aloofness into a blackened dress that stretched from her neck to
her knees in a skin tight material, her arms covered by dark
sleeves while her hair took on a slightly curlier form, making
her seem almost doll-like in the process. The fight that ensued
already held such a foreshadowing presence of destruction, she
wasn't so sure if she'd be safe by doing something so simple as
watching...These two were brilliantly dangerous and on a level
even deeper than she could understand, she felt excited.
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: UrdroxasReturn Date: September 28, 2015, 11:19 pm
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Urdroxa shivered slightly as the ground began to tremble, his
footing never budging an inch. He smirks as he clenches his
fists. He then snaps his arms out and his fingers elongate into
1 foot long claws that were bladelike. His eyes were now
entirely red with bright blue pulsing iris's. His body began to
give off huge pulses in rhythmic intervals. His energy bouncing
back and forth between the 3 titanic souls. The sky began to
fill with a red and blue aurora borealis as reality began to
twist and bend with the massive gathering of power into one
source. The energy from his core then forced itself into his
hands, the right hand coated in a bright red flame, the left one
in blue. His body seemed to crack with black and white veins of
light, as if something deep within was trying to break through
the surface. It's power was immense. He then began to laugh as
he bowed his head before Demonreach, the final gesture of good
will between the fighters. "I should thank you Demonreach, I
think this will finally break the last seal to my memories...
Here's to hope ya?" He then replaced his jovial laughter with
that same grim resolve. He was going to give it his all, but he
was going to do it in a more civil and spectacular way then
simple mayhem.
The flames burned intensely, for now they were just the
embodiment of his energy. They were the fumes given off by
energy being centralized in one part of the body. He then slowly
began to lean forward, his body suddenly lurched forward, his
energy creating a vacuum of space in front of him by eating away
the molecules in front of him and splitting the atoms behind
himself, creating a massive sonic blast that propelled his body
forward at imperceptible speeds. His claws slashed out for his
abdomen and limbs. When he completes the initial lunge his body
dematerializes a short distance away and without losing any
momentum or inertia he lunges again, this repeats several times
starting at different locations around Demon. Each lunge setting
off another boom, each one an attack in themselves as the
concussive force of which could crush bones.
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: Demonreach Date: September 28, 2015, 11:40 pm
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His smile answered Urdroxa, inclining his head.
As he watched the atoms, the molecules being torn away from his
opponents body, Demonreach quickly gathered those around him in
a tight ball of air that rested just above his head. His four
lungs had held air to their utmost capacity. The speed at which
Urdroxa was moving was daunting, to say the least, using the
sonic booms as makeshift boosts, though his Kuros eyes had been
modified to detect the slight disturbances in the air, so he
merely looked for the areas in which there were none given what
was occurring around Urdroxa. From there, it was simple, however
close those calls came.
He dared not block or parry those hands lest his body suffer
from that intense energy gathered within those hands, so he
merely took a step or two away from Urdroxa, mostly at the last
second as to not give Urdroxa time to try again from that
direction, though given the speed of each attack, it was so very
close that Demonreach even feared, however slightly, he'd met
his end so soon. Upon of fourth attempt at his body, Demonreach
grew tired of the game.
His pants suffered the most, gaining tears within the fabric as
the claws came for his limbs and body.
The air gathered around Demonreach's head suddenly ballooned in
size, releasing those pent up molecules; his own lungs exhaling
the pent up carbon dioxide to further create density within the
air bubble. It swirled like a tornado around him, quickly
gathering up the force of those sonic booms and redirected it
towards Urdroxa as he made his next lunge. Though the air
molecules would likely become less than nothing, the force of
those accumulated booms would be a force to be reckoned with,
even for Urdroxa. That being said, that last sonic boom would
become nothing in the wake of such force, though it would lessen
the blow somewhat. Still, Demonreach backpeddled from his
original standing place, his body blurring as he moved to keep
the two beings within his sight.
#Post#: 389042--------------------------------------------------
Re: The City of Dreams
By: Elin Date: September 29, 2015, 12:06 am
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With small arms wrapping around an inanimate thumb, Fumi held
her tiny body against the cold flesh in preparation with the
sudden change in the air. The pulsations were painfully obvious
and each one threatened to remove the breath from her lungs;
Fumi had only particpated in small intervals of spars with
Urdroxa and she'd never gotten to see the exposure of this level
of unbridled power. Part of her was gratefully thankful for
that.
The following crack of air forced to its breaking point made her
ears ring and she quickly shielded them with her hands, the once
lifeless hand quickly latching around her waist in a near
death-grip, the hold so tight she felt the air being squeezed
from her lungs. It was by accident of course, and the slight
choke made the hold ease up slightly as it bent more to her
will; from the end of the wrist smoky trails flowed and from
them, an abundance of arms suddenly appeared, each a mirror of
the larger hand they spawned from. With surprising strength, the
limbs plunged into the still slightly trembling earth, rooting
the larger in place with Fumi still in its hold; the mass of
limbs was unsightly as they all adjusted to be sure and root her
firmly, and just as quickly as they had animated, they returned
back to their lifeless and statue-like stillness in preparation
for the ensuing battle.
Fumi was glad that her Hands had known what to do, for in the
span of just a few short seconds the air became a canvas that
they painted with dodges and attacks, tearing apart its body
again and again to leave behind the thundering claps of force.
Each sonic boom hurt her ears despite how she'd covered them and
the following thrust of air that followed caused her hair to
spin in a disarraying mass of curls that blocked her view,
settling over her face only after the exchange of blows. With
eager hands pushing away, Fumi's eyes glowed brighter than ever
in the presence of such beings of power, her gaze struggling to
keep track of both their bodies; whenever she landed upon one,
they'd disappear and whenever she swapped her gaze, the other
would appear. It was...majestic. In this moment, Fumi was simply
in awe at the demonstration before her. "Spectacular..."
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: UrdroxasReturn Date: September 29, 2015, 5:06 pm
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Urdroxa smirked as Demonreach created his own density bomb,
chaotic forces however, were his forte. Pushing his right hand
onto the orb before it erupts and begins to solidify the
molecules containing the burst. Creating a half dome around it
on his side, when it finally erupts it definitely sends him
back, but when the blast would ring the inside of his half down
it would vibrate with the same intensity of the original blast,
and with that the friction singes his fingertips, his left hand
grabbing onto his right arm to brace it to catch and shoulder
the damage. As the blast sent the chaotic burst of molecules out
in all directions Urdroxa once more solidifies them, creating a
pure white quasi-real matter made of solid vibrations and
clustered molecules. Effectively stopping the blast from
wreaking too much havoc yet still had all it's destructive
force. His stance holding firm and only being blown back a few
feet.
As the dust settled Urdroxa's vicious smile shown behind his
opened hand, smoke billowing out from between his fingers.
Urdroxa smirked and began to laugh hysterically. "Ahh, now I
remember, your the mobile one... We'll see how long that agility
can be maintained brother." He then snapped his arms back, his
body beginning to channel energy within itself. His body seemed
to blur and distort as after-images begin to appear, blurring
himself and messing with Demonreach's spacial perception,
seemingly taking up a 5 foot area. His body then pulsed out once
more, swallowing all the energy he had quickly accumulated. The
fire's along Urdroxa's arms began to intensify. He then held out
both hands with each fingertip pointing towards Demon, in a
brief moment huge pillars of bright red and blue light ripped
from his fingers and arced out in all directions before
converging on Demon. In the few brief moments he did this he
sent out over a dozen pillars, and in that very same moment
darted forward. Once more creating a vicious sonic blast behind
him, but this time the pillars created a drift zone directly
behind them, which Urdroxa utilized even further increasing his
speed, the sheer force of it ripped holes in the fabric of
reality, creating huge maelstroms of enormous power high in the
sky. Caustic lightning ripples from them.
As Urdroxa dove forward he then outpaced the pillars as another
blast rips out with the second burst of speed. This time he ran
in and performed a similar rush but this time kept on his
target, the pillars of power now seemed to have a more insidious
goal, aimed initially for Demon they now converged on Urdroxa as
he kept close to Demon, when each pillar strikes him his body
stores the energy, bounces it between the two souls within and
then sends out the pillar instead in a huge bubble that ripples
out from Urdroxa. The sheer power of each ripple seemed to tear
the maelstroms wider. With the barrage of claws, kicks and
blasts subsided he then phases away and appears 20 feet away
from Demon, his hands clutching small red and blue orbs, yet his
body seemed to funnel the vast majority of his stored power into
the orbs and sent them at Demon, the orbs were honing in on
Demon and converged in from different locations, making escape
very hard. The orbs would then collide together, creating an
implosion of power that would suck in all forms of energy and
solid matter, like a small portal directly connected to the
Ethereal Realm whatever was sucked in would be torn apart by the
realm that gave birth to Ire. Urdroxa then smiled as he crossed
his arms, having broken a light sweat and he begins to pant
gently. His eyes go over to Fumi as he smirks and winks before
looking back to Demonreach, clenching his fists and ready for
more punishment.
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: Demonreach Date: September 30, 2015, 2:01 am
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(as you're not on, I'm going to assume the first para was still
an attack in some way, if indirectly; if not, ignore it)
As ever, Urdroxa proved difficult.
A dome of earth rose within the second separation of blast and
sound, though his body was slung against the back of the dome;
which was what he had planned for. Having made the earth dome
denser towards his back, his body held within it; the rest of
the dome collapsed from the sheer force. So, instead of facing a
heavily broken body, Demonreach held merely a righteous bruise
that covered his torso in a garish purple that hurt to even look
at. But even as one looked upon it, it was cracking; skin
peeling off to reveal gold and white energies beneath; power now
leaked from this being, steadily growing as more of the skin
peeled away.
But it affected this man nothing at all.
Seeing those pillars of energy, sensing the power from them;
soon, the intentions of his opponent clear as he raced ahead of
them.
'And you've always played so naughty...'
As he spoke, the ground erupted in front of Urdroxa, which would
send the man flying into the air with no apparent harm done
other than making him airborne; the launch would send him behind
Demonreach and further away from the energy pillars. Knowing he
had countless seconds, as Urdroxa was a master of his own energy
and being, he gathered his greatest earth magicks and refocused
gravity.
He gathered the gravity around the pillars of energy,
individually, and forced those balls of gravity to shrink into a
subatomic level, rendering those energy pillars useless. Each
ball made small implosions from the force being exacted upon
them to shrink at such a speedy rate.
'Perhaps it's my turn...'
As the last word left his lips, his flesh slawed off his body
like so much clothing, revealing the True Form of Demonreach; a
gift from Urdroxa himself.
In this form, Demonreach is only a few inches shorter than
originally but his skin is completely gone, being replaced with
white and gold energy. This form increases Demonreach's energy
by 300%. Two sets of horns can be seen; two protruding from his
forehead and two from his temples; white and gold wings are also
created in this form. His body is slumped forward and his
fingers and toes end in claws; both upper and lower canines
protrude from his mouth which is black to the point it seems to
suck in the light around it. His eyes are a glossy white with
gold streaks and near-invisible vertical pupils. His demeanor is
much like a wolf, a predator, and his movements can be deceiving
as they seem sloth-like as he prowls, though it is a much
different story when he is on the move, hunting, as it were.
However, gathering some of that energy, he split time around
himself; almost reversing it prior to the change. A hole opened
next to him and out stepped another Demonreach, unharmed save
that bruise, which was faded ever so slightly.
This one, however, brought forth his Eon Form.
In this form, Demonreach's height is around 6'4, still
muscularly lean; his knees are bent backward and his features
are have a more dragon-like quality. He is colorblind and mute
while in this form. All tattoos are gone, but his left arm
sports what would be burnt rose petals that wrap around the
appendage and down into his hand; this can be disengaged from
his arm, though it is connected to his finger and be used as
whip with a small effort of will. His skin is harder than
dragonhide and has a rubbery quality to it that helps against
various forms of attacks.
These two forms were tremendous with the power the held and
could dish out, reality warping around their bodies; the realm
seeming to groan with the strain.
But, lastly, another hole in the realm appeared, as both fused
their power together to create another split off of time.
Once more, Demonreach walked out, this one remaining in his
basic form. This one spoke, 'This is a great strain on me;
keeping all these powers at bay; each independent in their own
way of thinking. I shall honor you with this, in remembrance of
times past.'
While he spoke of strain, there seemed to be none evident in any
of incarnations of Demonreach; though it was there, in his
voice; in his movements.
Thankfully, he had stopped Urdroxa from gaining those pillars of
energy, for surely the realm would collapse upon itself at the
emergence, the violation, of the three beings. Even now,
however, everything warped around them like heat off pavement.
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: Elin Date: September 30, 2015, 8:12 pm
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"Ah...amazing.~" Fumi was finally able to uncover her ears and
she lay in the grasp of many hands, her chin resting along her
folded arms as she admired and spectated the perilous battle
before her. To be expected of someone like Urdroxa, Fumi wasn't
the least bit surprised at what he could do...she'd known he'd
always been going easy on her and she was heavily thankful for
such a thing. There was no way Fumi could ever be prepared for a
battle of such monumental scale! Her glee at simply getting to
watch was more than enough and watching Urdroxa break a sweat
was something of great amusement for her and she couldn't help
but smile with the soft tinting of her cheeks as he took a break
just long enough to send her a wink. Even in this form of
battle, he was still the charmingly confident man she'd known
for such a short time.
Her relaxation was short lived for the sudden glare of light
made her cover her eyes briefly until she peeked through her
small fingers, adjusting her eyes to the sight before her. Three
men stood, all the same yet all different and she couldn't help
but feel a greater sense of awe at his appearance. Before he was
simply an enigmatic, stoically gorgeous man who she could sense
had great power beneath the flesh, but to see it for just this
instance made her opinion of him even higher....even if the
sight of such a brilliantly glowing celestial body made her
stomach churn with hunger. Fawning silently to herself just as
she had upon meeting Pain, her infatuation was as every bit
fleeting as it was passionate, but she did feel it for just a
small moment or two.
Eagerly she waited, happily swimming in excitement and
infatuations as she debated what wonders these forms could
create together in the heat of battle...and speaking of heat,
Fumi felt the sudden warmth around her and only she could hear
the soft cries and screeches emananting from the hands that had
latched into the earth. As instantly as they'd appeared, she
released them with sympathy and this left her only on the single
floating palm whose hold unfurled, allowing her to sit back up
while fanning herself nonchalantly with her hand; the heat for
her was one part in the air, the other part in her ability to
completely over-excite herself.
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: UrdroxasReturn Date: September 30, 2015, 9:00 pm
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Urdroxa shivered lightly, reveling in the chaotic destruction.
Finally Urdroxa's eyes widened as he witnessed the purity of
Demonreach's Truth Form. He then snarled viciously as his hands
shot up and gripped his ears. His mind suddenly swirled with
thoughts that he did not create. "Finally! That is what we have
been missing! He ascends into Truth faster and easier than you
did, and he isn't even the Creator!" Barked a high pitched and
sadistic voice. "Silence Chaos. Urdroxa remembers now, it won't
be long... Quick, we must do it now Urdroxa! Do it!" A much
deeper and serious voice boomed, it's demands very clear to him.
Suddenly a loud boom erupted from him, the final seal breaking.
This time energy poured from him in the vast amounts created
when he charged up. Urdroxa's eyes suddenly snapped open, his
hands slowly resting down by his sides and a smile played his
lips. "Finally... It's all so clear now. Demon... Thank you."
His voice trailed off as the color in his eyes began to stain
his body and seeped into his skin like veins. Every second the
veins pulsed until they stretched over his body, red veins
covering his left side and blue veins covering his right. He
then slammed his palms together and as he meditated deeply, his
body split itself down the middle. Two halves now stood 5 feet
apart and from the severed portion slowly formed two more limbs
of the respective colors. The two bodies seemed to be completely
colored over, covering his features, the veins then thicken and
form a large cocoon-like shell around them. And in two blasts of
red and blue light they emerged. Two large bodies standing
roughly the same size as Urdroxa, both with blackened
fingertips. This time the right body was much thicker and seemed
to be segmented, as if his body was covered in full plate yet he
wore no metal. The let body seemed to become more gaunt, it's
claws elongated to about a foot and a half, long hair formed a
mane around it's neck and two massive canines roughly 6 inches
long split from under his lips.
The left one's body was riddled with black tribal designs that
decorated his whole body. The right one had similar markings yet
pure white. The two voices then spoke, speaking the same words
in perfect unison. "Behold, the final evolution of Truth. Chaos
and Law, two halves of the same whole, fighting together and
unified by one man... We are still him, but now we will take the
reins." They smirked. The blue one raised his seemingly
gauntlet'd hands and in his right hand formed a blade of solid
Ire, but this strain was brand new. It was known as White Ire.
Where red and blue Ire consumed and replicates itself, White Ire
was designed to burn away at the non-mundane and corrupt
energies specifically. Anything that it touched dissolved into
nothing, not from being eaten, but from being turned on itself,
like a fox trying to tear off it's own leg to escape death.
Forms that base their physical traits on energy (Truth for
example), would become disrupted, effectively sealing away all
energy output, and the body would be cleaved instantly. The
vicious properties of the blade constantly burned at his hands,
though sentient itself it still lusted after energy in all it's
forms. Yet if it were not for the energy recognizing it's master
the blue body would be torn apart even just by getting close to
the blade. The red body's claws burned in White Ire, this
however perverted White Ire's use. Instead of corrupting it
simply over-charged, when a body would be struck the areas hit
would speed through time to the point where it would die.
Essentially decaying anything, even immortals were affected as
it forced anyone struck into the mortal coil, perverting their
very existence.
The two then looked back to Fumi, and once more their voices
were unified. "Fumi, this is about to get dangerous. We suggest
you get somewhere safe... Or better yet." The right hand of the
blue one and the left hand of the red one raised and pointed
their palms for her, around her formed a massive bubble with
lots of breathing room to move around and move the bubble itself
by willing it. "We cannot allow you to become hurt." They then
looked back to Demonreach's Truth Form, the tongue of the red
one slid from out his mouth and slides across. The red one then
cackles evilly. "One thing Urdroxa never told you... Ire is
cannibalistic by nature..." With that his body begins to flicker
3 times every second, but he didnt vanish to reappear in the
same spot, his body constantly recoding itself in a different
part of the area. Never appearing in exactly the same spot. The
true epitome of Chaos, not predictable and capable of disastrous
things. The blue body's left arm formed a huge tower shield. He
was the epitome of Law, the ever-ready staunch defender of
justice and the swift hand of divine judgement. His gaze focused
on Demonreach's Eon form while the red one seemed intently on
his Truth foe. Chaos then dove straight for his foe, his body
still constantly vanishing until he suddenly was directly behind
Demonreach's Truth. His claws raking at the foe's back and
limbs, as each swing reached for him his body vibrates and sends
hundreds of needles from his arms in all directions, if any
needle connects or if his claws connect, the White Ire would
begin wreaking it's havoc internally and externally. Each swipe
seemed to pass through the molecules of the air as if his arms
were molecule thin, easily slipping through the empty spaces of
the oxygen molecules.
The Blue body then slowly began to make it's way to the Eon
form, his footsteps create small craters, sending huge pulses
into the ground that then lay dormant and seems to seep into the
surrounding dirt, merging it's own identity with the reality,
essentially disguising it's presence within that of the dirt
molecules. Even burrowing into the nucleus of the atomic level.
Devouring it from within and using the shell for camouflage. The
shield raised and seemed to cover his whole body, the only thing
now seen was his long and curved blade that hung out the side.
He was relatively slow, yet he seemed tactical and with
exceptional forethought. Together they were generating more
energy than Urdroxa could ever contain. Even though they no
longer shared a body they could bounce back their energy
reserves to each other continuously, each bounce almost doubling
their latent power. The only reason his world had not collapsed
from the combined might of the 5 bodies, was that this world was
one captured and recreated by Urdroxa and stored within the
Nexus, it's data no longer allowed it to be fully destroyed,
only diminished to the point of a near-super nova star before
regenerating back to a planet capable of sustaining life. The
red body was full on attacking with extreme velocity and
viciousness while the blue one simply set up the field for his
grand performance.
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Re: The City of Dreams
By: Demonreach Date: October 9, 2015, 1:56 am
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'Chaos and Law...?' The three bodies murmured, the thunder in
their voice giving life to a verbal storm; echoing across the
slowly breaking reality. Soon, debris started to fall from the
sky, seemingly the sky itself as holes and fissures ripped it
open.
Everything seemed to die around the normal Demonreach, who was
giving off nothing and seemingly everything. As if all the
powers he had and those of his two counterparts seemed to
possess were fused within this one body.
'I am Life and Death, the beginning and end of all things. We
have only ever had to use our Death once before, but since you
seem to eager to please, I shall reward you further.'
The voices intertwined with each other, breaking the air with
the thunderous echo; the grass decaying and the air growing
stale and brittle; burning to breathe it in; the air stinging
the eyes of those watching. Death radiated from the one body of
Demonreach, though encompassed both other bodies.
As Ire was neutral to any thing beyond its own type, he knew
he'd have to play this game close. The strain of having his mind
in three separate states was slowly working on his mind, but
pushed it away, little consequence for the moment as the three
watched the two forms of Urdroxa, of Chaos and Law, move.
Demonreach had kept his movements and energy expense minimal up
to this point, despite the seemingly overwhelming power of
Urdroxa; he had yet to even strike offensively to any substance,
but that was about to change. This battle wouldn't last much
longer, having gone to so far in so little time already, it was
only a matter of time before the strain of all of this got to
Urdroxa in his newly awakened memory or Demonreach slipped up
and met Ire head on.
Eon and Truth met Law.
Death met Chaos.
Even as Chaos formed behind Truth, Death was there; absolute
uncertainty met absolute certainty.
While Chaos was unpredictable, Urdroxa's mind was not. One
simply had to know the man to know his pattern's, and no
changing of forms would change how he thought. How a warrior
thought.
A small burst of air deflected the needles of White Ire, as
Truth twisted out of the way of the claws, summoned from Death.
Death was coming from above, his own hands wrapped in Infinity
energy.
This is can be described as parasitical energy; whether it hits
the opponent directly, or lands on their clothing or weapon, it
draws the natural energy from said clothing or weapon, which
would leave said items deteriorated. Should it hit the opponent,
it will eat their skin and seep into their veins, spreading as
it draws their life-force into itself, making the drain even
stronger and faster. And, as Ire it neutral even in its White
Ire state, it was as natural as the force its master
represented. The only question was what would happen should the
two meet. Would they destroy each other? A stalemate?
Death pointed his fingers to a point, keeping the arm muscles
relaxed as he flew to towards his opponent at alarming speeds;
the air moving away from his to further increase that speed,
stacking behind him to propel him forward even faster than that.
The strike was more aimed at Chaos's arm that his body, aiming
more to maim and end the fight that way to avoid harming his
brother any more than necessary, or even fatally.
Even should Chaos avoid this, Death would drop to his knees and,
planting an arm upon the ground, he'd twist his body around to
kick the legs out from under his opponent; his legs as well
cloaked with the Infinity Energy. However, even after the
initial kick out, his body would keep spinning, his legs moving
in a pattern indiscernible to any eye, no matter how they could
keep up; these would keep Chaos at bay lest he fall victim to a
strike that would cripple him; his other hand joining and using
that arm as well, pushed forward his momentum to another level
of speed as he spun in a vicious circle of flailing kicks.
Pushing off, he would move towards Chaos in a scissor kick that
would strike the ribs, breaking them and puncturing lungs; but
even if the blow landed, it was light to touch despite the bone
crushing force both legs carried and with that light touch, his
legs would move away from Chaos's body lest he get any funny
ideas.
Landing on an arm, he would swing his legs backwards in a kind
of cartwheel that would allow that arm to fly upwards, sending a
wave of that Infinity energy towards Chaos in a vertical sweep.
Still, Death kept coming.
After that wave, his body was suddenly lurched forward at super
sonic speeds and even past that, his fists creating small sonic
bursts as they aimed to strike the man's chest and (hopefully)
injured ribcage, further increasing the punishment that was
already inflicted. Each strike after the first initial one
increased in speed, doubling each strike until it seemed there
was just a huge fist striking at the whole torso of Chaos; his
own body weaving in and out in a pattern that made little sense;
the strikes also entering a maddening pattern that would appeal
to Chaos's own nature, though given there was no essential Order
to the patterns, it would be hard to deconstruct and pick apart.
Each strike would leave small amounts of Infinity energy on
Chaos, which would seep into his flesh and eat away the energy
within his body; Death purposely controlling it so that it would
leave him alive, just useless.
(At this point, I reread your post (again) and I figure it still
works; Chaos's White Ire would simply target Infinity and they'd
both probably cancel each other out as in this 'form', it
overcharges.)
Truth joined Eon's side to stand against Law.
While a tougher nut to crack, it would be just as easy to end
the fight quickly, especially with these two forms being as
powerful as they are individually, never mind using that power
together. Despite it all, Chaos would have it easier.
They stared at the titan, though only in power and mass. They
dwarfed Law easily, though Eon was closer to Law's height. (I am
going to assume the shield is White Ire was well.)
While neither body knew of the White Ire, they knew of Ire and
could read that it was much the same, if far more than its
original state. If it needed to be avoided before its growth, it
definitely needed to be avoided now in its newer state.
Truth and Eon raced around Law, darting in dangerously close
before darting back, gauging the reach of the sword and if Law
would extend its 'blade'; testing the shield by using small,
condensed balls of air to strike at it. They rose pebbles to
boulders of earth to throw at Law, testing durability and
reaction time; how it defended itself; the volleys of the
varying sizes of earth were also sent at varying speeds.
Being as close to the earth as Demonreach was, his bodies could
feel the change in it as Law manipulated that to varying degrees
to disguise his presence. Perhaps a fatal mistake on his part.
Even as they bombarded Law with their puny efforts, puny by
their means given their relative strength, they were summoning
forth the fire of their Dragon Form. While the realm may be able
to withstand another form of Demonreach's, it was doubtful it
wouldn't crumble from the effort of bringing it forth and the
fight had already started.
As it was, everything was strained with just the five bodies
exuding so much power and will at once it was as if the Nature
itself was at war.
In a way, it was. Chaos and Law against Life and Death, Truth
and Eon simply bystanders in a battle that threatened to spill
to all edges of Creation.
Within moments, during their bombardment, the two forms opened
their mouths and released a torrent of Dragon's Fire; a fire and
heat so intense the oxygen seeming to catch fire all around it,
further expanding the flames as the torrent(s) seemingly came at
Law from all directions as they moved from place to place,
weaving in and out, creating a magical display of control of
flame that moved with its own mind as it sought to destroy, to
purify, the threat. The earth caught flame, scouring the earth
around the three fighters; even going so far as to melt the dirt
to glass that would remain superheated for hours yet to come.
As Law was apart of the earth on such a level, he would feel
that heat; that burn himself as it destroyed the very thing he
had used to hide himself. That being said, the Dragon's Fire
only targeted the earth that was foreign; that had the smallest
change in its general make up.
They whipped the air into a frenzy next, allowing it to dome the
Fire around Law, the constant stream of oxygen bringing forth a
lack of as the Fire fed and fed and fed upon its natural fuel;
the heat and flame becoming to intense as to create lightning,
striking the glass, causing strange and exotic shapes to form
from the strikes. The flow of air bringing forth the clouds in
the night sky, condensing even them to make them heavy and fat,
spilling over with rain. None reached the combatants as the
intensity of the Fire evaporated it.
Still, they kept fanning the Fire to the point lightning was
near-constant, that plasma started to form from the heat and
flame; said plasma would attempt to cling to Law, though it fell
indiscriminately from the dome of Dragon's Fire; globs of it
sticking to the 'walls' and swirling within the flames, joining
with other globs before growing too heavy and falling as well.
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