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#Post#: 406978--------------------------------------------------
A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 8, 2016, 11:01 pm
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Ruins of an old fortress dominates the immediate area; miles and
miles of open area surround this fortress, whose stones have
long since fallen into ruin; towers that once reached to the
heavens now bow beneath the trees. The fortress no long provides
much cover for anything, though the stones are the a mans
height.
Beyond this clearing is forestry, though long since abandoned by
any fauna.
A place perfect for the two titans that would grace this dead
fortress.
Speaking of titans, one stepped into this realm.
Demonreach was perhaps a literal titan, in both appearance and
power, standing just shy of eight feet in height. But perhaps
his titanic persona was more to the fact he merely dominated.
The humble giant was clothed in colorless pants only; red Celtic
knots swirled along his body in angry twists and turns, standing
out harshly against his pale, marble flesh. He was a beautiful
sight to behold, molded seemingly from the same clay as the
Grecian gods, only he set that standard of beauty but everything
else failed to compare.
Soft sapphire-azure eyes stared about, looking this way and
that; a gentle smile graced his face, only adding to that innate
beauty that he possessed within and without. Truly, he was a god
that descended to grace those lesser mortals with his presence.
He was a giant and everything else was insectual.
Walking into the clearing, Demonreach laid down and rested his
head upon his arms, staring at the passing clouds before closing
his eyes.
His presence drifted along the wind; tickled the grass and sang
with the trees as his breathing slowed and his body, already
relaxed, seemed to ease itself into a greater state of
relaxation; his body melding with the soft grass.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 9, 2016, 12:21 pm
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Shadows shifted and turned under one of the decrepit towers, the
darkness taking shape as if dust has been swirled by a soft wind
and brought from the earth to cover the presence of something
foul. This once great testament to the sin of man against nature
was now graced by one created by the same torment inflicted by a
race worthy of nothing but extinction.
It formed from the swirling abyss, a pure pearl mask making
sharp contrast against the shadows as the "man" leaned forward
from his hiding spot and peered questioningly at the giant in
the middle of the area. "Interesting." With one fluid motion
Charade leaned back into the dark and then burst forth. The
small shadow was a fitting place to appear from given the man's
stature.
Cloaked in nothing but black, a flowing cape whipped behind the
man to revel that even his single dagger was made from darkness
itself. His hat hung low to hide the eyes of the cream mask he
wore, but in stark comparison to his outfit it would draw any
eye. Charade stood a measly 5' 5" and he already knew that the
man before him would tower over his tone, yet scraggly stature.
Charade stopped his silent stroll ten feet from the resting
place of the man.
"I heard your summon, child. Do you accept my challenge?"
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 10, 2016, 12:22 am
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A singular eye opened, tracking the dark-clad 'man'. The soft
smile didn't go away, instead grew fractionally wider. Despite
this, however, he sighed heavily; as if disappointed.
'Rather obvious, I'd imagine.' Demonreach frowned as he spoke,
as if the being before him had failed already. 'But no matter!
You are here and so am I!'
And, just like that, the good natured smile returned. 'I am
Demonreach. It is a pleasure.' He lifted himself up to his feet
as he spoke, inclining his head slightly in a bow.
The giant knew better than to underestimate the creature before
him, despite "his" small size; but when you were as tall as
Demonreach, everyone was small in comparison. Instead, a hand
eased itself into his pockets and gradually pulled itself out
along with an object. His pockets were Null Space vortex's, an
infinite expanse of space that housed a great many things.
Said object was a rather plain sword, despite the
purple-metallic blade. The hilt and guard were worn with old
cloth wrapped around the hilt; however, the blade itself offered
a slight pull towards it, as if it were it had its own gravity,
which wouldn't be too far off. Altogether, the sword was as tall
as he was with a thin blade that whistled as it made slow
motions through the air. Demonreach rolled his shoulders before
rolling his neck, his body easing itself into a rather relaxed
state.
'I don't think you'd have any qualms of any bystander in our
way, but this way, we don't have to deal with the annoyance of
their screams, or expend the effort to free them from this
mortal coil.' The sword rested off to the side, easily held in
the hand of the giant. 'Come then. Let us dance.'
His voice ended with soft laughter.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 10, 2016, 2:28 pm
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Charade's eyes widened as the man before him pulled such a
magnificent blade from seemingly nowhere. 'interesting
dimensional prospects that ability has... I wonder if he keeps
pets in there.' Charade thought to himself as he leaned heavily
on his right side and ground the heel of his left foot in the
ground. "Demonreach.. Demonreach... hmmmm.." Charade crossed his
left arm around his chest and then placed two fingers of his
right hand against his head. Two taps of his temple and the
images flashed to him. "AHH! That one. I see now. Well. That
explains the size."
Charade giggled to herself and then reached inside of his cape
with both hands. His right hand pulled his rather small dagger
out and the other a lighter. He looked to the man before him and
shrugged his shoulders. " Well I seem rather ill prepared with
weapons for this fight." Charade flipped open the lighter and
held up his opposite hand and pointed up with his pointer
finger. "One minute here..."
As he flipped open the lighter and began to turn the dial
within, Charade herself paying no attention, a crow flew out
from the cowl of the man and into the air. As the cloak
feathered out, Charade turned on his right heel, violently
spinning himself to look at the direction of the flight,
flailing his arms before catching himself with his left foot,
back turned to Demon. "Damn Bird..."
She then returned to turning the dial. "Always escaping when I
have it on the wrong one... now where the shit is that... ahh,
here it is."
Charade clicked the lighter closed in his hand and in that
moment a family crest appeared on the back of his hand. The
rising phoenix burned against its midnight background. Charade
waved his hand downward and the screech could be heard for miles
as the weapon appeared in his hand.
What was only recognizable as the phoenix blade, in its first
form of a five foot longsword, appeared in Charade's hand. The
blade looked rather comical against the man's stature. But he
now had a weapon that proportionally matched the one Demon had
summoned, given their respective heights.
"The tango then? I was always fond of the tango." The blade
dropped into a new handling position as Charade pointed the
daggar over his head and held his left hand at chest level, the
phoenix blade pointing down as he mimicked a dance, taking a few
steps left and right as he swayed his body. When suddenly he
twirled and the blade called out as Charade used a trademark
opener.
A blade of wind slipped off the tip of the sword and cascaded
towards Demon, the Horizontal slide whipping up dirt around the
attack as it rushed for the man's... what charade could only
assume was the man ankles, given the size differential. With his
attack launched, Charade struck a pose, kicking his leg out and
fully extending his dagger hand and arm. His fingers fluttered
around the blade as he catterwaulled "Jazz Hands."
#Post#: 407048--------------------------------------------------
Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 12, 2016, 2:45 am
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Demonreach's head tilted in curiosity as he watched the
black-cloaked figure go about his ritual. He wasn't in any
hurry, to be honest. 'Please, take your time.'
Besides, what was time to someone as immortal as he was?
The giant cocked an eyebrow as the familiar crest, as well as
sword. A momentary spike of anger darkened his visage before
dissipating. It was more due to the fact such a weapon, wielded
by such a respectable man, had fallen to this creature. But it
was a momentary lapse into old ways, knowing Dems would hardly
let it go without a fight.
He frowned, however.
'Disappointing...' Sidestepping the blade of air, Demonreach
moved his free hand upward, sending his own tendrils of air to
assimilate the offending wind; the dirt particles destroyed
amidst said assimilation. 'Though, the tango has hardly started,
I suppose...'
He held out his hand as he spoke, the tendrils of air forming
within the palm in a small ball. As it finished, Demonreach
pushed it towards the man. 'I shall return the gift.'
The ball of air sucked in more and more air into it from a
pinprick; thus causing it to expand and spin, faster and faster.
However, as it reached a little over halfway, it reversed itself
and began to spin oppositely; sending the air contained within,
without in a razor sharp spiral that would tear flesh. Knowing
this wouldn't do much, his hand moved; as the air ball would
expend itself, the 'excess' air would be condensed in many
smaller balls that would surround the area around the two
fighters.
Given the size of the first ball, the air released would be a
rather massive the number of smaller air balls would be
numerous. While Demonreach would enjoy making smaller and
smaller balls of air by using much the same tactic, instead, he
would allow them to suck in the air around them, but instead of
the air being used to make the balls bigger, they would build up
and explode.
'And it just keeps on giving...'
However, given the nature of the attack, the explosions would
'infect' the surrounding air; but these would remain inactive
for the moment.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 12, 2016, 8:53 am
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*Interrupt*
Charade broke his pose when when he heard gift. 'Presents.. I
love presents... give it, give it." And began a dead sprint
towards the man as the ball of air was being released Without
hesitation, Charade drew up the sword in his hand and before the
ball had properly had time to detonate, landed a precise sword
strike through the center, the sword gobbling up the energy like
a hungry hungry hippo. With this new added energy, the sword
began to glow a soft blue. "Once this goes red, the real fun
begins. thanks for the gift."
Charade drew up the shadow dagger in his other hand and cast it
like a fishing line. The dagger grew in length and kept growing
as it curved around his opponent. The odd thing was that
Charade's body seemed to grow more slender as the blade
lengthened further and further out. As this was going on, she
rushed the giant man before her bringer himself into striking
distance with the blade.
Charade swung. His strike starting low and rising, aiming to
cleave the man's massive left leg off in one decisive blow.
But then he was pulled away by something. You could almost hear
the cartoonish BOING' as Charade was ripped away from his
current position and drug through the air to another location.
It was almost something pulled straight froma child's cartoon.
His body became thin and stretched as if it wasn't material at
all. He moved in what seemed like the blink of an eye as she was
drug from one position to the next. One could hear the light
'weeeeee' pursing through his lips as the shadowblade
re-condensed and his body once more became full size as he
appeared behind and above the warrior, his upward swing becoming
and downward cut straight for the meat of the back of the neck
of the giant.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 16, 2016, 11:10 pm
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Demonreach laughed, shifting to the side and leaning back ever
so slightly to avoid the upward cut. Despite his immense size,
the man could move, which he demonstrated as he ducked beneath
the downward cut, twisting to the outside of the mans body.
Accelerating the air around him, the same hand that held the air
ball just prior held another; but this time, it contained
hydrogen.
But the creature had demonstrated 'her' mobility, which gave
Demonreach somewhat of an upper hand in knowing how his opponent
moved so deftly.
As the blade passed were his neck would be, Demonreach was
already in his twirl, pushing his hand towards the "shadow"
appendage. Coming from the bottom of the "dagger", the ball
would be released and detonate in a fiery explosion.
Seeing how his opponents body grew and slimmed based upon the
shadow sword, it was safe to assume there were more to Charade
than meets the eye. That much was given due to the very real
sword he wielded. He knew he'd have to lay hands upon this
creature before too long.
While the creature was distracted by the explosion, Demonreach
would jump back, his feet barely touching the ground as he
pushed himself back a few times; each time, however, a wall of
earth was raised and sent crashing towards the man, aiming for
the man's projection. It was hard to maneuver in the air, but
Demonreach didn't have any miscalculations about the foe's
abilities. As his feet touched firmly onto the ground, ending
his retreat, said feet moved in a quick tattoo that eroded the
earth just beneath the surface in a five feet radius; the eroded
earth was fine sand. Should his opponent step within this
radius, the surface would collapse, the sand rising to confine
the man within; crushing his body. He whipped the sword towards
the man a few times, sending waves of condensed gravity.
Perhaps his biggest obstacle would be the sword, given that it
absorbed energy. Demonreach was a powerhouse in magical ability;
he was fairly decent at close combat, but Dems had been on
another level and he didn't want to grapple with someone who had
bested Dems.
He'd barely been able to do it himself.
Demonreach rolled his broad shoulders, smiled at the creature as
if to beckon him to bring her best.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 17, 2016, 2:30 pm
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A spark shot through the eyes of the mask as Charade's blade
sliced through the air and drew a cut of nothing. He snickered
in his twist as his opponent's speed had saved him this time but
as Demon's hand raised and sent an explosion into the air
charade's body seemed to also explode into nothing more than a
black puff of smoke, the smoke moving independently away from
the explosion itself and reforming a mere few feet from his
opponent. A trail from the explosion created a twisting fire
tornado in the air as the energy from the explosion that was
being drawn into the blade as he was attacked. Charade
smouldered for a second. His body releasing a small amount of
black smoke that trailed up into the air. It was thicker than
any gas that had been previously seemed and hung in the air like
dark spirals of apple peelings.
Charade did not give his opponent an iota of time to enjoy his
retreat before he charged forward, Demon actually creating the
walls just so Chrade could slice through them second later and
the area slowly darkened with a cloud of dust as particles
spilled forth from the collapsed walls. The dark tendrils,
touched by the rising mist of dist, claimed some of the
particles as their own and began to blend in with the towering
landscape behind them. If one where close, they could see specks
of black covered by dirt hiding in the air around them.
And as Charade vanished the newly formed fog, Demon had reprieve
To finish his attempted assault. But when he swung the sword for
the first time something came out of the mist at a truly unheard
of speed.
Through the cloud darted much like a jet to meet the first
stroke of Demon's sword with an open hand catch, hovering off of
the ground before him as their eyes met in what only could be
considered an eternity. The force of the movement attempted
against the giant to push him back against his will or possibly
be bowled over by what came out of the shadows. The clawed hand
gripped the gravity blade as the golden wings unfurled from the
back of Dems. "Demon. How quaint. It seems I've been pulled from
the grave to TEACH YOU A NEW LESSON!" Dem's scream ripped
through the air and cut like the screech of a hawk through the
mist.
Just then charade appeared on the shoulder of Dems, almost
miniature in size as he held up the blade and chuckled, the glow
he promised appearing coating the blade. "Told you you'd like
the surprise," And as he spoke he drew his leg back and sent a
whirlwind kick straight for the jaw of his opponent, Charade
growing to his natural size and back flipping off of Dems'
shoulders just outside of the sand. Dems sported a matching
blade to Charades now, his own still sheathed as the second form
of the Phoenix Blade , a six foot katana that pulsated waves of
energy. One could feel the power of the phoenix within clawing
at their soul as it called for blood to be spilled this night.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 20, 2016, 1:44 am
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Demonreach was caught off guard by the fact someone had caught
the sword; especially given the force he had swung it. But he
saw Dems, their eyes meeting. It was during this seemingly
eternal glance that the giant sighed softly, shaking his head.
With this soft exhalation, the smallest whisper of power came
from the sword before it was absorbed. The increase in gravity
around the sword was magnified a hundred times, the area of
effect increasing in size; which was seen by the surface of the
earth around him breaking; the particles of sand flinging
themselves up only to be crushed by the force of gravity. Dems'
hand would probably suffer minor damage: blood vessels bursting,
small bones cracking gently; ligaments and tendons and cartilage
becoming crushed; that sort of thing. Prolonged exposure would
only enhance these effects.
(I never expected anyone to actually grab it...)
But that wouldn't be the case necessarily as Demonreach pulled
the sword away from Dems' hand, rotated and twisted the blade to
curve beneath Dems' hand to slash towards the mans torso, more
or less to force Dems back. Ducking beneath the kick in case
Charade wanted to grow his leg in some effort to make sure the
kick landed, Demonreach began to gather the gravity around the
sword, condensing it around the blade.
The sword produced gravity due to the star core that made up the
blade; however, it ensure that the core didn't destroy
everything, several wardings were placed upon it. How the sword
and spells were made, Demonreach didn't know; it was a fact that
annoyed him to no end. But he knew how to release the spells
that guarded its "power". And, given that the gravity the blade
produced was a more natural thing, Dems and Charade wouldn't be
able to absorb it in its entirety. Perhaps the magic that
Demonreach used to bind the gravity around the blade itself, as
he was doing now, but both would be safer if they didn't.
Demonreach wasn't as affected by the sword mostly due to his
mastery with the element earth; gravity being apart of a much
broader spectrum of the earth element, he was able to negate
some of the effects. Still, being so close offered little
reward. If Dems' blood vessels were burst, the bruising would
horrendous. Demonreach would also sport the same bruising(s),
though to a much lighter degree. Given that the giant didn't
register any pain, he wouldn't be nearly so hindered as one who
did.
The sand particles that weren't destroyed by the sword lay still
once more upon the earth, though there was rippling and small
waves as the sands shifted beneath the top layer of sand.
Dems and Charade would leech his magic away bit by bit, but
Demonreach had plenty to spare; he was confident he could end
this before he was tapped. Now that he knew exactly what he was
up against, and who, he was better prepared. Still, he felt
there was a few misapprehensions he had. Hopefully those weren't
fatal.
The only real problem would be getting Charade to stand still
long enough.
So, he stomped on his "island", the sand particles rising up in
a dome around Demonreach in that five foot radius, however,
expanded to fifteen feet; the sand grinding up anything in its
way, leaving bare earth in its path. As the sand dome rested,
the earth beneath it began to be ground up as well, adding more
and more fine sand; a black mist infecting each grain of sand.
This time, however, the first three feet outside of the dome was
laced with Infinity energy; the same energy coated the inside
three feet.
This energy was parasitic and, much like the Phoenix blade, it
ate energy to grow stronger. The more it ate, the stronger it
became, the faster it spread. Instead of being assimilated or
dispersed, it latched onto and destroyed. Physically it was
rather harmless.
However, the air trapped inside the sand dome moved the sand
around, creating a sandstorm that would tear through flesh.
(The outer layer is for Charade if he avoids being trapped;
inner layer is for Dems if he is trapped.)
As the sand dome was creating more sand beneath it, those grains
weren't added to the dome, but sent downward; tunneling through
the earth in five separate points that surrounded the dome in
ten-foot thick pillars that reached a foot higher than Charade.
Each pillar was coated in a black mist, a protective barrier;
otherwise known as his Void reality. While energy could be felt
within these pillars of black mist, it was inaccessible due to
the mist-like barrier.
The Void reality was much like the Null Space, only far more
hellish. A single body would be stripped to the barest of
molecules; stripped of identity and conscience. There was no
pain, just the cold numbness of nothing. It was Demonreach's
home; his birth place.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 20, 2016, 9:43 am
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Charade had missed his kick. The damnable fool had somehow
ducked once more in what seemed an impossible maneuver. What was
this mad made of? Obviously there was no way that weak little
charade could keep up with type of speed! WHAT EVER WAS I GOING
TO DO? He screamed in his own head looking out into a space that
held nothing but rising sand particles at this point. Charade
clapped his hands on either side of his face as the copy of
Dems' blade faded back into the lighter it had always been. He
had been bested, what was a man... or woman... to do in such
dire straights. Charade switch himself as he hung in the air,
his right hand on his hip as the back of the opposite hand
touched his forehead and spread his fingers out above his head
like a hen hood. He threw his head back in exhaustion and
screamed out as he began descending from his leap. "ADEU ADEU...
PARTING IS SUCH SWEE..." And as he reached halfway towards the
ground, Charade made a slice in the air with his "shadow" dagger
and vanished into the rifts of time and space. The cut sealing
up quickly after his feet went through.
All that seemed to come from Dems' hand as the gravy increased
around the sword was some very load popping of knuckles. One
wouldn't see any true damage form at that point because of one
simple fact, Dems was dead. Despite being truly dead, his
movements where still limber and it seemed he had retained all
his strengths into the grave. And now had even picked up a few
more.
Dems smirked as the sword was ripped away from his hand, his
sick, sinister grin turning into a growl as he followed the
movements of the blade through, dodging the slice from Demon as
he rolled himself to the side and began drawing his blade for an
attack when Demon stomped his foot and the real magic began.
The walls went up and the air inside the dome began to spin and
Dems had become trapped inside of this hellhole with the Demon
he had bested once already. Dems took a few stews away from
demon, disengaging his assault as he darted his eyes to one
corner of the dome to the next for a possible escape route.
There where not one to be found in this death trap and the sand
storm had already begun.
Charade, being the bastard that is was, appeared outside of the
attach itself, his hands folded under his chin and his left leg
kicked up behind him as he stared off through the dome at the
situation Dems had found himself cornered.. heh... cornered.
Domes don't have corners... in. Taking a few steps back from the
wall that Charade could only assume would "kill" him if he
walked through it, He placed his free hand palm out facing
behind him. "You Wanna Play Rough... OK..." Just then Dems would
feel a tickle in his particular parts and a smile would overcome
his face as he looked to demon. "Say Hello to my Little friend."
Would come from Dems' lips as he vanished and was suddenly
replaced by a kneeling Charade. "Hashtag
FamousMelaniaTrumpQuotes" Charade would say he paused time for a
second to glance over at the camera. "Who loves you baby?"
Then the pause was over as he pushed himself onto his feet and
then dropped into a split while grabbing his hat to pull himself
back up out of it. "You wanted the champ, you got he champ."
Charade mimicked Muhammed Ali and began to produce some very
fancy footwork indeed. Watching the man move around from spot to
another, One might notice that the sand storm distorted the
image of Charade, sending wisps of black smoke from his body and
clothes but seemingly ineffective against the man himself. The
only truly thing that seemed to chip away was the porcelain mask
that covered his face.
As Charade danced like he wanted to, Dems now stood outside the
ring and rose himself into the air, drawing in energy from
around him as he disappeared into the clouds. Streams of energy
from all sorts of life began to flow into the man as he hovered
high above the ground.
Charade smirked and then without a moments notice rushed Demon.
As he came closer and closer to the man he screamed out "DEMON
USED SANDSTORM!" Before he reached half way to closing the gap
between the two men, Charade sliced another void and appeared
the other end right in front of Demon. "It's..." And charade
paused to think in that moment. "What do they say... Shit..." He
huffed and tapped his foot against the ground as her thoughts
wondered from the fight. "AH! ITS NOT VERY EFFECTIVE!" And with
that Charade spun and sent a cut for the midsection of Demon
with the blade.
Charade's madness began to bleed out from the chips in the mask.
The air in the dome slowly becoming more and more sweet and
tantalizing to breath. every inhale and exhale felt euphoric
almost and it seemed to fill the void in those who couldn't
breath at all, entering their system much slower. A
semi-powerful being caught in this would start to hear voices
and seeing double after three or four minutes. After that the
hallucinations, and even further than that... well. We'd have to
see because no one had the gaul to stand that long because if
the mind thinks it is real. Then it is.
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