Random Battle: Metal Vs. Thread. (Ethan)

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan watched as the flames died off, fading to nothingness as his opponent seemed to calm down magically. Suddenly, the hunter then began to fly around Ethan, before rushing at the Weaver with a rapid flurry of slashes and slices. Unable to respond, Ethan concentrated on keeping this shield up, not trying to let the man break it. The shield was quite thick, strong enough to stop bullets, grenades and other things if need be. After all, his magic was fueling the shield, keeping it up and well kept. Looking around, he noticed all the strings he used around the battlefield, broken, burnt or other conditions. However, they were still connected to Ethan and were in good condition.

"This gives me an Idea" The Honor guard thought before staring at Tristan.

With a sudden command of his Mana, or Chi as he calls it, the warrior suddenly called his strings toward him. However, what they really did was instead send themselves to Tristan, trying to grapple him once more. Meanwhile, the shield he had up suddenly burst into hundreds of strings, trying to entangle Knightrhode in an orgy of steel, silk, ceramic and other things. Tightening his hands, his strings turned green as Ethan's chi rushed through the lining... He knew that the magical outburst was probably due to Tristan absorbing too much energy. So if he tried a stunt like that again, Ethan would pump energy to him in a attempt to try to cause the man to explode....

Or at least fall out due to two expulsions.

Regardless, these strings to which Ethan pumped his Chi in soon contracted, tightening themselves all over the Hunter in another attempt to either bind him or squeeze the life out of him.... Or both. Then, with his palm facing Tristan, The Weaver began to imagine the Symbol of Lightning in his head...

Suddenly, the symbol appeared right on his hand.... Just before a stream of white lighting headed toward the Hunter's body. At the same time, Ethan continued to pull the strings in (If the attack was successful of course) in a attempt to try and both hurt and stop the warrior's Resistance to Ethan.

"Ancestors" The man whispered silently as he imagined the Lighting Circle "Let this streak of power fly true."

[Tristan Knightrhode]

As Tristan hacked and slashed away, he didn't notice Ethan calling up more strings. In mid swing, he was caught and bound together. Another jet of yellow, orange, and even a little blue fire shot from his mouth, trying to bypass the barrier. Not much use, even if the flams got around the wall they'd hardly reach the younger man.

The hunter fought against his containment as hard as possible, pushing out and using flight to twist his way about. It still didn't work. "...Chikushou (damn)..." He worked out in a dragged out line. As he struggled, he saw the bolt forming and began to fire "Shimatta!!(damnit!!)[/color=black]" He roared in his Crusnik voice, black wings bursting out from his back, red eyes searing like bloody fire behind those glasses, hair growing and becoming bone white.

He was free, but at a price, more exposure. This revealed what he was to more people, it was bound to happen sooner or later though. The bolt shot to the side, slightly warded by Tristan's exuding power and the vest. It was still powerful and being not immune to lightning, a gouge was in Tristan's shoulder, cauterized, and not bleeding. If he was in his human form he couldn't use that arm at all, but in this state, it was just hindered by a good deal. His various elements and chakra ceased, ending his energy born flight, he was now, however, supported by two, enourmous black wings with feather like protrusions as sharp and strong as any steel, perhaps even a little stronger.

The Crusnik shot forward with blinding speed as those black wings created a small sonic boom below them. He was upon the sheild again, this time he had over a hundred blades as opposed to just two. His left wing shot forward, leaving inertial lift to leave the hunter airborne for a moment. The wing hacked a deep gouge in the sheild, any thing short of steel gave easily, and the steel didn't fare too much better. Most of his strength currently lied in his wings, the things unique to the Crusniks were very powerful and extremely dangerous.

Another burst of fire would weaken the wall, but drain Tristan's energy further as it did when he used it in rapid succession. One more swipe, with the right wing this time, deepened the gouge, and possibly even cut through the barrier of strings. There was no telling how much longer Tristan could stay conscious, but his Crusnik form had never failed him before. It was only the problem of staying conscious through the sudden gains and losses of energy and the pain. Quite possibly it was only a matter of time before Ethan won, with a passed out reverted Crusnik infront of his feet.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan watched as the man began to curse a bit in Japanese, understanding him perfectly as his strings began to slowly twist and squeeze the life out of his opponent....When suddenly...

Bam! The warrior escaped Ethan's trap, springing free as magical energy just busted out of the man, nearly overwhelming Ethan. The Weaver watched as the beast that was formally known as Tristan rushed toward Ethan. his thousand swords smashing down against the string shield he so nimbly was able to erect at the last moment. While the Honor Guard was certainly tense and even a bit afraid, his face did not let him show these emotions.

That's when, out of no where, he felt a sharp blade pierce his right side....

Blood spilled everywhere as Ethan moved back a bit, his body tired from that cut. His shield was nearly destroyed now, a huge gash right in the middle as the Hunter continued his attack, all Ethan doing right now was merely defending by using different strings against the monster's thousands of blades...

"Enough! I have to attack" He thought just as he rushed back, gaining a good amount of ground on that winged monster.

"Oh Ancestry, let me ask thee for they power and they blood" He whispered to himself as he swiftly reached into his bloody robe.

Suddenly, the Weaver took out a string, but not any string.... This string was blood red, and fulled with so much magical energy that it could equal, if not easily surpass, Tristan's Crusnik form. It was the Artifact of the Yukimaru family, a exceptionally craft bit of string that was bathed in the magical blood of the Yukimaru's for countless centuries... Hell, even Ethan's blood will be added to the strings once he dies, just adding to the power of it....

With a suddenly flick of his wrist, the string shot out... Creating a large sonic boom. The string twisted and twirled in the air, attempting to tie down all the thousand blades that Tristan had... And then, with a final strike, try to hit the Hunter himself... Preferably on his right side to avoid anything vital....

Meanwhile, all Ethan could do was renew his shield and control the legendary blood strings from afar.....

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The Crusnik's power lay in swift strength and the ability to counter the very essence of vampires. With no vampires around, those abilities weren't as effective. Tristan had managed to nail his opponent, but while he was trying to finish off the shield, Ethan pulled out some weird string and began lashing it about. It wasn't enough to constrict the powerful wings but it did lash out on the flesh.

A gouge was made on Tristan's right shoulder and his glasses were snapped from his face, revealing and even brighter glowing of blood red eyes, a small cut on his cheek bled slightly where the string had struck. As the string would come in again, Tristan's wings would shoot him back just out of range. Then, using just fire magic, Tristan would support himself in the air as his wings were held high. He let out a low sound that was similar to a sustained roar as the air around him began to ionize.

A charge began to build between his wings, his own energy pouring in to give it even greater strength. This was Tristan's ultimate attack, and if Ethan couldn't stop it, he would be blown away almost the instant it was unleashed.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan watched as his strings did not cut the wings of the beast, but it did however do some grievous damage to it. Perhaps it was more in Ethan's own strength to contain the wings to which he failed, not that of the Blood Artifact. After all, a weapon is only as strong as it's master right? Anyways, circling back, Ethan watched as the creature soon began to fly up via Fire Magic, watching at how the monster rose up into the sky...

It was then that the Weaver sensed the huge build up of Chi around his foe, building at a rate which could only mean one thing...

"A end all attack"

While The Weaver doubted it was an all or nothing attack, he did know that he needed to protect himself. Knowing most of his strings would disintegrate as soon as the blast came on, he could do the one thing he could.... Gather the blood strings into a shield. As he did this, chi pumped itself into the shield, further strengthening the already mystical properties of the strings...

As the hit came down, the shield stood firm against the attack, absorbing it as it came through. Ethan, however, could not resist this blow. It was simply too powerful. While his defense could handle it, he himself could not. So, with that, the man was flung back, moving all along the ground as the shield remained adamant. Pushing himself off the floor as the attack ended, the man was dirtier and bloodier, his face trickling with his life. However, pulling his strings back, the man would not give up....

And with it, his blood began to seep into his strings....

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The Crusnik was almost fully drained. "Not yet...Once more!" He said, his blood lust lightning hadn't been fully charged, so he was able to build it again, hopefully it would be enough. If not, he would simply pass out on the ground for Igneus to pick him up, and drag to the hostiptal wing. That same, low, sustained yell was loosed as Tristan's massive wings began to ionize the air.

His fire magic began to give out and he began to sink to earth, slowly, but surely, noticably. The charge and the last of the Crusniks energy finished building. "Blood Lust Lightning!!" He roared, pouring every bit of energy into his final blast. With the depletion of energy from the last attack, it wasn't full force. If you put it on a power scale, that last blast was probably about a fifty. Fully powered, at one hundred percent, it could blow a hole through almost any thing...Barriers, Titanium, Steel, even diamond would cave under the full force of the insanely powerful last ditch attack.

Back to that power level thing: If that last blast was a fifty, this was about a thirty. One large bolt of ionized air shot forward at near the speed of light, slowed slightly by the imbued magic. With the lower angle, there was a chance it wouldn't hit the shield. Even if it did, it would likely blow through it and catch Ethan, leaving him stunned from the sheer static of the ionized air, and possibly in critical condition.

Once the charge finished flying forth, the enormous black wings began to sink, crackling slightly with remnant electricity, and the fire magic completely ceased, dropping Tristan like a stone another five or six feet, flat onto the sand. That sand, summoned by Ethan would act like a cushion for Tristan, out cold, and human once again.

OOC: little botched, not really feeling too good.