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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 14, 2016, 1:29 am
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'Your mistake was assuming I am apart of this time, or any
time...'
While he did feel that tug, feel the that pressure, he flexed
his power and those chains of Time; those shackles that dared
defy his rage. With the help of Void, which devoured all in its
own timeless state, he was no longer constrained.
'No, the true crime...' His words echoed with rage and burned
with that infinite power now surging within him. The realm
cracked further beneath his vehemence at his opponents. 'Is what
Dems has done in ending the life of this realm. And for that,
there will be no quarter.'
As his power continued to grow, to surge within him; as the Void
grew larger and larger, Death brought the wind around him in
hurricane forces that would brush aside the feathers from
reaching him. He compressed the hydrogen atoms around the
fighters, using the intense force to split each one, thus
creating numerous explosions. The Void cloak kept him relatively
safe, but the hurricane force winds helped as an added buffer.
These explosions would reach even Dems and Eon.
Eon's body, however, was better suited for the task of dealing
with explosions and blasts, so he was far less concerned. Dems,
however, after dealing with the black hole and his own Hellfire
cannon would suffer perhaps a bit more than he would normally.
On top, he would soon after to deal with Eon's attacks.
Eon felt the sudden change, tilting backward to avoid the grasp,
narrowly avoiding it; the sword swing was unexpected, but not
totally a surprise. As the sword would swing up, Demon would
twist to the left and push off the ground; as he did so, the
whip would detach itself once more to strike towards Dems a few
times, mostly to keep him at bay. But each crack would create
small sonic explosions as well to further disorient his
opponent.
The Void hole began to hum at a rather high-pitched frequency as
it was nearing its Awakening.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 14, 2016, 10:42 am
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"kehehehehehe... Yes.. Shrug off your bonds, imposter..." The
three vanished as the atoms began to collapse, the feathers
falling to the ground for the time being as the three Charades
flitted around in the stream, swimming in a continuum no longer
felt by the dead one now that he had shrugged of his strings and
connection to it. Next to singularity, this was the next best
thing, the beast had done what they would have tried next
without them ever having to ask.
The faces in the sky opened wide with silent laughter, grinning
and chuckling as from their mouths lightning struck down in
random patterns as they alternated their Cheshire smiles and
quiet humor.
“You see…” A hand ran across the back of Death, scooping away
some of the void before it vanished and was replaced by this
seemingly endless source of power. “By casting off those
shackles. And we know you cast them off, we felt it break
through all time…” The back of another hand felt as if it ran
down his cheek, stroking death as the laughter continued. “You,
false bringer of death… Have limited yourself to one realm. One
plane of existence in all of existence.” A chin set itself down
the left shoulder of death and charade’s words whispered in the
man’s ears as she giggled. “If you die here. You no longer exist
anywhere else.” Arms wrapped around Death as he uttered those
words, an attempt to grapple the beast while a second Charade
appeared and leaped in from the side, joining the first Charade
in capturing and holding down the man as The Charade appeared in
all her glory, sporting a new mask, this one coal Grey with two
deep crimson red eyes painted on and the once playful smile a
deep frown.
“This is but a Realm. One of infinite numbers.” She leaned in
and cast her eyes upon the one who called himself death, knowing
this not to be her friend. “But you shouldn’t care too much.
You’re not the real death anyway.”
As Charade spoke, a mouth opened and a bolt of lightning struck
down as Charade lifted his hand, hitting the tip of his fingers
as he channeled the power through him and giggled as she looked
at Death. “You have a two on one… Your friend should have one as
well…”
Dems was used to hurricane force winds. And the constant shield
of feathers broke down much of the brute force before it ever
reached the actual man. The first concussive blow of the atoms
sent Dems a stumble-step forward, but his feathers reacted
instantaneously by now coating his skin against the attacks as
they appeared, the blade appearing from his flesh to defend him
as he assaulted Eon.
This one was swift, but his movements lacking a slight finesse
that Dems was used to. The whip came cracking, but this time
Dems was more than ready for the assault. He reached up, not
moving from his spot as the whip wrapped around a feather clad
arm. Dems metallic fingers gripping at the weapon as he shook
his head and roared.
Charade left a darkened patch of earth as he vanished from view,
as if lighting had struck twice in that one area. If there was a
speed of light, Charade might have beat it. His own natural time
sense aiding him in finding his target just as Dems had caught
the whip and began to pull it towards him.
Charade appeared behind Eon, the two before him paused in what
seemed like a perpetual still. Dems face wrought with a lions
rage as his fangs bared, his eyes scrunched, but wide open
still, and his posture that of a wild animal. This was the Dems
they all feared. The untamed rage was purer than any energy ever
placed on this earth.
Charade watched the stills, taking in the battlefield. The void
was read to open, it seemed, the high frequency noise still
piercing to the ears at this speed. Charade growled, Dems would
have to take care of that, hopefully. Chrade turned back to his
opponent and raised his fist into the ready position, Dems own
feathers breaking the stream to attach themselves to his arm as
he opened a small portal to a reserve back in the threads of
time, the tendrils all visible.
As his elbow locked into position, several mouths opened up and
cast their lighting down on the man, the power channeling into
charade more as he even felt time slow on himself. The punch
came, aiming to rip through void, energy, and beast and leave a
gaping hole in the beast.
And as time returned to normal speed, the image of The Charade
was still speaking to Death as it happened as if the after image
never moved from the spot. But Charade bolted his fist into and
hopefully through Eon at a speed unknown to human measurement.
The resulting sonic boom and after effects of such an attack
causing Time to shred and open pockets in various locations, a
few around the opening void itself as these new tears attempted
to right all holes in the world, including the void hole.
The force was so strong that physical bodies would not even
notice the effects for years to come. The unintended effects on
the earth itself unable to be determined for ages. But Charade
sensed it. In this plane, The earth’s rotation slowed by three
minutes instantly and the molten core had begun to stop
spinning.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 19, 2016, 9:53 pm
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'A pretender... Perhaps so...'
He felt his opponent embrace him, allowing it.
Not that it would matter.
'But allow me to put that regard in its place.'
Demonreach was Life and he was Death; he was one with the
entirety of all creation, felt the dying stars and planets.
His element was Earth; his natural affinity for all things
living beneath his feet, as all things were. None were above
him. Demonreach's personality and power made this possible and
Charade was just another... pretender. Fun and games were over.
Dems had killed, drained the energy from all things upon this
planet, and Demonreach hadn't felt such anger stirring within
him in quite some time. He reveled in it.
The entropic energy suffused him, pouring into him as Void did
much the same but only this time, Death gave no power back. He
kept it all within himself. Even he wasn't immune, however, to
the Void's endless hunger, though this effect took a different
turn than merely devouring him.
The cloak of Void seeped into his body, destroying the last
vestiges of his body; his consciousness all that remained within
this new form of Nothing. Charade would fall through him, as
Death became Nothing became insubstantial. The Void gate had
vanished, becoming him; that infinite Devourer surging in its
dominance within this realm, too late to negated as it overcame
the last chains of restrictions. That expanse of Nothing was now
Demonreach.
He became Nothing, he was Void.
Much like Eon, he didn't speak; though his Voice was heard on
the edges of the wind. It was an endless roar of quiescence, a
droning that spoke of an endless hunger, of a quest to conquer;
to devour all it saw. His opponents would be no exception as
this new form took place. The realm broke under this pressure,
of this unassailable force. An indomitable presence that no
longer feared being erased by cheap tricks.
Where he stood, the ground became nothing.
As all would before him.
The punch didn't land on Eon as Void was there, the air full of
disappointment as he stared at Charade; though there were no
eyes, the presence of his gaze was heavy. The Voice of Nothing
seemed to make a tsking sound. Wisps of the Nothing body curled
around the currents of air, as if not even Demonreach, the sole
vessel of Void, could contain this.
How did one contain an infinite reality full of hunger?
Charade's fist had passed through the open hand of Void, though
it had negated the force and power behind it, rendering any
lasting effects null. Demonreach had surpassed any limitations
forced upon his bodies, the world screaming at, not only being
eaten, but by not being able to correct such a horrendous wrong.
Nothing would be right ever again within this now dead world. He
was an anti-god, nay, something more than an anti-god.
The whip wrapped around Dems began to make a nasty grinding
noise, attempting to destroy the feathers it touched to reach
flesh. Eon looked back for a second due to the commotion,
nodding in thanks; though even he began to feel a stirring of
fear at the unleashed monster now here.
But the change in tactics also confirmed that perhaps Dems was
reaching his limit, but given Charade, they doubted that was the
main reason.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 20, 2016, 9:17 pm
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It was a blink. But even more than that. Dems had never felt the
massive amount of energy that now dawned on the field. It was a
glitch, Dems thought to himself as the main Charade appeared
above the two combatants. Dems could feel the ripple in time
that Charade had just created, creasing the line at his will to
appear a second before Dems had a chance to feel the whip wrap
around his wrist and then he launched.
Dems was prepared for the consequences of the attack of his own
person, knowing full well the power of Charade. The man had
raised the bird from the dead in order to fight for him in this
battle, and now it seemed he would die for him too. Dems held
steady, not even knowing the attack had already taken place.
That everything was very still and that nothing had entered the
field.
And nothing it was. A black pit of void had stopped Charade in
his tracks. The power from the lightning dissipating through the
sudden appearance of this new form and casting a shadow over the
other two combatants as lighting struck around them. Two dark
splotches against a midnight sky, darker than the shade coating
the clouds.
Dems face rested in dismay as the sky told of Charade’s
expression. The darkness that had clouded the world began to
retract into a single face. A single, laughing, face with a wide
smile that would split a normal head at the seams and possibly
even completely in two. Charade’s eye sockets glow an eerie gray
as they stared down into what only Dems could assume was his
opponents own gaze.
Two voids faced one another with mutual respect, giving life to
the phrase “the void stares back.”
“Now you’re worthy.” Charade spoke as the Final Bolt struck down
and hit Charade’s outreached hand his body shuddered with the
sudden resurgence of power and the faced vanished from the sky
as he looked into the nothing, dissipating to show the darkened
clouds of various colors still blotting out the sun itself.
Charade’s his arm seemed to split from the realm as he wrapped
his fingers inside of the void itself, inside this nothing, like
a silk sheet his hand clenched. If nothing could feel, he would
feel the tight twisting of Charade’s digits and the soft tug as
Charade pulled himself closer.
“Now you can see the truth…” Charade’s body bristled with a
foreign power, one that even the void could not swallow as the
two beings became incorporeal. “See now why you are named
imposter.”
And in one blink, they two were gone. Both The Nothing and
Charade Vanished and had left Dems here to deal with his own
opponent, his arm now feeling the sting as the feathers kept
themselves taught and defended against the grind of the whip.
Dems smirked up at his opponent, knowing this was the one that
he now needed to deal with. “Eon...” The name whipped against
the wind as Dems sent his wings into full spread and looked up
at the monster itself that laid with him, stuck now in this
world with a different kind of monster.
“I… will… not…” and with a roll of his shoulders, Dems released
the most vicious roar from his lips and he rolled his body
forward into the call. The shriek ripped dirt from the ground,
threw rocks and dust and debris into the air as the sound
cracked the earth. Dems was not long for this world, and it
would feel his wrath one more time before he returned to his
grave to rest.
The feathers ripped away from Dems arm and cast the whip away
from his arm as he pulled it away and then vanished once more.
He now appeared again behind his opponent and twisted, sending a
crashing elbow towards the back of Eon, attempting to shove him
forward into the onslaught of feather that now flew for both of
them, a giant wave of shimmering splendor that wagged like a
snake and caught the strange flashes of colored bolts.
But Dems was not done, as he attempted his push he also drew in
immense amounts of energy into himself and his body coated into
a grey mist as he clenched his fists and ground his sharp teeth
into one another and then, released every muscle in his body to
a relaxed state. The built up power released in every direction,
starting from the core of Dems and rippling outwards in a dome
that would span their physical realm to the reaches, and some
would say further. He released all the energy stolen from the
living things and cast a spell, it would seem, over the whole
realm.
The earth came back alive, the light and life returning to
everything as the Negation energies washed over the entire
planet and had reversed the damage they had done. If this power
touched even one patch of flesh of Eon, this would rip away the
powers of his opponent, while keeping Dems at full strength.
Speed, power, and physical prowess, of course, would remain for
his opponent, but it would lock all else. Dems, not totally
relaxed, folded his arms over his chest and looked at the new
land. The feathers bristled around him as the rose on his upper
arm began to turn. “Show yourself, you cock.”
Charade had ripped away the sheet of the realm like nothing more
than a parlor trick, pulling both combatants past anything they
had seen before and threw them into a realm that Charade knew
of, but none other characters on the site would ever know.
The man now stood bare before himself, dressed as his character
as he rolled his shoulders and brought a massive bowie knife to
his shoulder. Charade was not cloaked, but full faced and
visible. His clothes still dark but they seemed to shine in the
light, casting rainbows down on the ground as the bearded
monster looked at his opponent and smirked. “True forms are
usually too much for characters to take.”
They would find themselves staring at a sheet of paper at first.
The concept they had written with their own mind there. They
would know they were this concept, that they inhabited that
space once. But Charade had pulled them somewhere dark,
somewhere were these ideas didn’t exist, onto a plane of
existence only Charade knew existed which allowed him to flit
out and in to all realms and be a part of every story in
creation that he could see.
“Impostor. Welcome to the realm above all realms in your small
world. Where your creators, even of something as dark as your
void created it. This is the realm of the writers. They call
this… The real world.”
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 20, 2016, 10:53 pm
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Eon twisted to the left, allowing the elbow to pass him; as he
spun away, his feet pushed him to that direction, avoiding the
wave of feathers as well. But as he pushed a stalagmite rose to
meet Dems square in his chest. As well, a wave of kinetic energy
rose to meet the feathers; while they would assimilate the
energy of it, Eon had thickened it with several layers, spaced a
few inches apart. Several walls to hold it off for a few
seconds.
But Dems had amazing reflexes for a corpse, and as such, the
spire of earth would branch off in the directions he was headed
for several movements, aiming more to push Dems away.
However, the burst of energy from Dems would destroy the spire
as it came to life.
From the point of impact, as life began to spring back into
existence, Eon summoned the scythe, Animessor; knowing that it
was about to get so much more difficult to fend off this godly
foe.
The scythe's shaft is eight foot with a blade that is five foot
in length and three in width as well as translucent and as thin
as two razors. The shaft is metal though an ebony casing
surrounds it, both the metal and blade being forged in the Styx
River. A skull, which rests where blade and shaft meet, looks
out upon the world with two ruby eyes that seem to look into the
soul of those that look upon it; another ruby is placed midway
between one end of the shaft to the other. These jewels gather
kinetic energy and can be released in various forms. The scythe
also acts as a focus, increasing his magical abilities.
Eon decided against the wave, summoning his bubble shield which
was immediately rendered obsolete, but it saved him from
whatever effects this unleashed power.
The bubble shield is impenetrable for a certain amount of time
from all forms of attack, depending on the strength of said
attacks. Given that Dems' released Negation energy nullified all
forms of power, it would be destroyed as the wave hit it, though
allowed Eon to retain his own magical prowess, not that he
relied on such things to begin with, and Dems had proved more
than capable of rendering those attacks null with the damnable
feathers.
Eon stared at Dems, head tilted; beckoning.
Demonreach stared at Charade, looking about his surroundings;
stared at his hands, at the paper. A deep scowl creasing the
brow, 'I am... a creation of a child?'
He pondered, reading the paper over and over; his mind
processing the impossible information before he laughed. A deep,
whole hearted chuckle that shook his entire body. Tears formed,
rolling down his cheeks.
'It seems I am not the god I thought I was, chained by this
child's will. I've always known I was apart of the Void, born
from nothing and being nothing, but this is... something else.
You are not as I am?'
The curiosity overcame Demonreach, as it usually does. He took
the paper in his hands, holding it close to him, tears of joy
came from him this time as he looked at Charade, 'I thank you
for this. You do not understand how difficult it is, or was, not
knowing anything of myself; of just being. You have given
meaning to my life now.'
As he finished, Demonreach had collapsed upon his knees; crying
without restraint. The first tears he had felt in such a long
time. Even after those tears were exhausted, his body shook with
the dry sobbing. After several minutes of getting himself
together he stood, staring at his benefactor. 'You have given me
this gift but I have none to give you. My life, perhaps, now is
yours through this.'
Demonreach took her hands in his, bringing them to his tear
streaked face. 'If you choose to let me live, you have but to
call for me. I am forever in your debt.'
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 21, 2016, 11:52 am
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When it was apparent Demonreach was not going to continue the
fight, Charade slipped the knife off his shoulder and placed it
into the sheath under the back of his shirt, locking it with one
strap so it would not fall out, but keeping one off for quick
release if he needed it.
It’s true his opponents were vulnerable here, but so was he. It
was not more than once he had to end a man here on this scraper
and leave them for dead in the dumped alleyway stories bellow
them. Nameless corpses who had gone mad under the immense truth
they faced here with her. They tried to attack, but unable to
use the speed, strength and prowess they had before, they all
collapsed and fell under the knife of Charade.
This one… This one was different. Charade was not expecting the
reaction when it happened, but his hand darted for the knife as
the creature before him, faced with the utter truth, laughed and
collapsed to the ground in tears.
And then it happened. He rationalized the truth. He became
emotional. Charade never seen it before. His eyes widened and
his face grew tight as he witnessed someone who was now worthy
to ‘dawn the black’ as some mortals referred to a quote from a
popular book series.
“No. I’m not the same as you. This is where I was born. This is
where I will die. Let’s just say I accessed an ability long ago
to blend into many stories. All these papers,” Charade stated,
waving his hand over the littered floor of the skyscraper they
stood on. “Are ones I have accessed, will access, or never touch
in my life.”
Charade was once again taken aback by the reaction. Now he was
receiving thanks for his deed. The first ever since he began
ripping those who would claim themselves the highest in the
realm into reality.
“I ask for nothing. But now that you know the truth… It won’t be
possible to go back as you were. No one will believe you. No one
will listen. I will let you live, Demonreach. You have proved
insurmountable as an opponent and so I bestow you with one of
your own.” He pulled his hand from Demons and reached under his
shirt, gripped the blade, the handle a beautiful hardwood, full
tang, almost 15 inches in total length. He pulled what seemed
like a piece, the blade and sheath duplicating in his hand as he
brought it forward. He offered it to his opponent and grinned.
“Rise to your feet as something more, Demonreach. Cast aside the
old name and take one of your own choosing to walk the stories
of others.”
Charade wondered how he would use the gift. But Charade knew
this may be the last time they come face to face on this plane.
“The stories your creator has made are now yours to wield,
also.” On the top of the sheath was an actual lighter pocket
with a silver glint streaming from the corners. “Use it all
wisely.”
Charade stood, one hand in Demon’s to aide him to his feet if he
needed, and the other holding out the greatest gift he could
bestow.
On the battle plane, the dust around Dems cleared as it finished
falling to the ground and revealed the blade in Dems’ left hand
and his gun, the Jackal, in the right. The blade fanned out like
a small phoenix tail. Bladed points ran down the entire sharp
edge of the sword and one could see each individual blade that
formed the sword shiver slightly. They shimmered even with no
light and cast different colors on the ground before them. The
blade itself casted a shadow behind Dems. It was its own light
source.
“Good to see you have some sense to cast off your lesser powers
to save the bigger ones… But it’s going to take more than that
scythe to stop me.” The feathers kicked up around Dems and he
vanished once more as the massive waved formed and flew towards
Eon’s position.
Dems would appear to the left of Eon, ten yards out with his aim
locked in for the man as he fired round after round at the
beast, each blast from the cannon reverberating through the
newly formed fort walls as it slowly took on its previous
grandeur before it fell into rubble. Dems would walk towards his
opponent, continuing to fire rounds until his clip fell empty to
the ground, 15 rounds total, and by then, the feathers began
their assault against the beast, crashing towards Eon like a
wave. Hidden in their ranks, coated with the negation, certain
feathers aimed to strike the hardest, knowing a nick from just
one of them would begin to drain their target of all his powers
over time.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 22, 2016, 9:14 pm
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Demonreach, for perhaps the first time in his life, was taken
aback by the generosity of someone he had committed his entire
being into killing. He had given himself up to the Void to end
this foe and Charade had simply... brushed it off.
How could such a being exist? Was it because she was not bound
by the same chains as he? Though, he supposed, he was no longer
bound by those chains either.
'I couldn't tell anyone of this to begin with... How could I say
I gave my entire being to kill my opponent and he had done this?
That said opponent didn't end my own life when offered? No, such
actions are not meant for any words, to remain between us.'
The giant rose, standing to his full height; though with this
new, profound information he seemed so much larger and complete.
He took the proffered blade and lighter, pocketing both. Both
were added to the repertoire within the Null space.
'Perhaps we should head back before those two fools kill
themselves? Or should we watch? Let our... lesser selves decide
this fight?' The question was punctuated with a raised eyebrow.
Eon shrugged at the man's words, watching him from the side as
Dems began to shoot; walking towards him. The accuracy was
rather amazing given, but Eon was standing still.
The scythe began to move, as if a mind of its own; each bullet
would be ricocheted off, careful to avoid a direct impact but
still, each hit still sent shocks into his arms. With each
bullet bounced away, the weapon picked up speed until it was
just a blur and then continued past even that until it was
invisible; the onslaught of feathers being deflected this way
and that; those that made it through the barrier he finessed his
way around, moving just slightly. However, the bottom of the
scythe came loose, a chain falling from it, soon added to the
spin of the scythe to aid in keeping the feathers at bay.
However, even as the scythe and chain continued this barrage,
the chain would lash out to strike against Dems, showing the
dexterity of his own movements. Eon was still playing with his
opponent, judging. Weighing.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 22, 2016, 9:43 pm
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Charade chuckled with his words. Lesser selves. And ohh how they
fought. Charade could feel the rage burning from the piece of
paper that would lead them back to the battle, the faint golden
glow leaping off the page as if it was alive with some
mysterious light. “We can watch from here. Dems’ power only
grows as he becomes angrier.” He waved his hand and a window
opened to the world itself, the two men staring down at the
story as it unfolded before them.
“See there? The fifteenth tattoo on his shoulder. Spinning? I’ve
never seen this one actually used before. I don’t know what he’s
waiting for. He is well above his own power threshold for that.”
Commentators. That is what they could be now. The two bellow
them to finish out the duel as if they had never been there in
the first place.
“Tiresome.” Dems threw his gun arm back and clipped into his
weapon a special magazine of his own design. As he pulled it
forward one could see the thin malleable metal that extended
from the bottom of his gun. Then, Dems released what could only
be considered a metric fuck ton of rounds towards his opponent,
the weapon seemingly switching from semi to fully automatic. As
the chain whipped at incredible speeds towards Dems he would
cast a round in its direction, deflecting it with a bullet one
way or the next as he continued to aim dead center ahead.
Seven yards, five yards, three yards. He didn’t stop firing and
every once in a while, as the chain flitted towards him, he
would vanish and appear on a random side of Eon after the
deflection, casting more rounds in the beast’s direction as
finally entered what could be considered close combat, and then
Dems rushed in, his sword coming forward with a terrifyingly
quick up-slash, followed by another hail of bullets regardless
of how it was blocked.
The swings could continue, coming from one side or the other and
always followed by three to four shots. The feathers would
continue their assault, ripping past the fighters like jets as
they dove, struck for the kill and then flitted away, just in
time for another strike from Dems to be placed.
The tattoo on his arm was nearly vibrating off his arm, spinning
in such violent circles that it looked as if it would drill
through his arm at any time.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 22, 2016, 10:19 pm
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'You underestimate my Eon Spirit. The Eon Dragoon is a bundle of
rage as well, but given my personality, it overpowers that rage.
I have yet to ever fully immerse myself within that, but it may
be too late for Eon. However, he is sturdy.'
Eon frowned, pushing the scythe faster and faster; he bounced
bullets into the feathers, though they regenerated at incredible
speed.
As the breath left Eon he pushed the gathered kinetic energy
around him out in wall that would push back the feathers; as
Dems was reloading, Eon rushed with the small hole he'd made;
the butt of the scythe realigning with the shaft to aim at Dems'
solar plexus. As he did so, he'd whip the blade around towards
the direction of the dodge; the movement would happen should
Dems hit it aside as well. A wall of earth rose behind him in a
great barrier that rose ten feet in the air, as well as in
length to cut the feathers off for a moment. The scythe moved in
great arcs that threatened to cleave the foe, Eon pushing Dems
with each movement. The shaft and butt also working to hit Dems,
the rubies glowing within the skull of the scythe; more power
and speed came with each movement. A few kicks would lash out as
well to change up the direction of the attacks.
Demonreach sighed, 'Eon has massive amounts of power at his
disposal, but he's let it go too long without it, though even I
had difficulty the first time I fought Dems. I feel he was
generous in not pressing his advantage but given his state now,
Eon will have a much harder time than I. But Dems won't win
without a fight.'
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 22, 2016, 10:44 pm
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Charade nodded with Demon’s words. “Dems is waiting for
something… I can feel it. It’s like he is there, but not quite
yet. Your Eon Dragoon does well against the well of feathers… So
what name do you choose for yourself?”
Dems still managed to jam the magazine into the gun, but before
he could press his attack with the newly loaded weapon, Eon came
on his own, but this time, Dems was done avoiding. He was not as
limber as Charade, but he was twice as brutal.
Eon struck towards him, his blade dropped to a reverse hold in
his hand and the weapon came up as he planted his feet and let
the butt of the scythe slam against the flat of his weapon, The
man unmoving as he simply flicked his blade left and caught the
second attack made for his dodge between the teeth of his sword
and pressed down, dragging the tip of the scythe towards the
floor as he ducked a kick and sunk under the leg, spinning
himself to the opposite side of the man as he released the
weapon and brought his sword around, releasing a wave into the
wall and shattering the earth to the ground, letting the
feathers flock once more towards their target as Dems continued
his twist and raised his gun once more towards his opponent.
Dems flipped the gun back and it vanished from his palm as he
clenched his fist and strange glow began to illuminate his hand.
The tip of the blade rested just behind Dem’s leg as he began to
chant in a language that died with him when his son had removed
him from this world. The glowing only grew and Dems power began
to shake the newly formed realm as he kept a pointed hand
towards his opponent.
“Dems has been saving. He thought he would be fighting your
death form instead of dealing with Eon. He’s a strange creature…
I suspect it will be a good fight regardless. But Dems is now
preparing.”
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