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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 10, 2007 17:54:25 GMT -5
God ain't helpin' any one. At this point, there was no way Tristan was going to lose to Shadow. Tristan had gotten a good bit stronger since last time, and all Shadow had gotten were a few new tricks. The hunter hadn't even had to use magic the last time...aside from alchemy, but that still wasn't an offensive spell. "Seoligna." As Tristan felt the hands on his back. The blood red aura set off around the Crusnik's body, sucking energy from the surroundings and Shadow, directly.
Both of the boys arms were elbow deep in magical flame, only, he wouldn't feel burn...just drain, as his life force was pulled from his body. Tristan then spun around at top speed, dropping his sword and grabbing Shadow's right wrist with his left gauntleted hand. The grip was almost tight enough to bend steel, as Tristan was just about at the pinnacle of human excellence when it came to his speed, knowledge, and strength. Any spell, derived from those words, would be absorbed into Tristan's mana reserves, restoring every bit of mana he'd used up so far.
A full powered right cross would pound itsself into the chest plate of the red armor, with enough force to shatter ribs. "Game or no game, I'm no longer playing." He said in a harsh tone, an emotionless scowel, stretched across his face. It was true, Tristan was no longer playing, if Shadow wanted to win, he would have to win against Tristan Knightrhode. Vampire of Vampires. Hunter of Hunters. Element mage. Hero of Vichy.
Another full powered blast of Crusnik strength would put a haymaker into Shadow's jaw...all the while his mana, chaos energy, and life force were being drained, restoring Tristan to perfect health and fighting condition. "If you want to win Shadow, this is what you have to beat!" He shouted as he began to go full force on his friend. "This is Tristan Knightrhode!" Mana would then burst into Tristan's fist and a final full powered blast with a fist, engulfed in white flame, would bury itsself into Shadow's chest plate.
That final strike would have Tristan finally release his grip on that arm, just in time for the white haired young man to go flying. There was no teleporting away from that attack, as Tristan was moving over three times faster than Shadow could move, let alone react, and once Tristan had hold of the boy's arm, the hunter would be teleported with Shadow, where ever he went.
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on May 12, 2007 0:01:59 GMT -5
Shadow felt hurt wounded and like all hell would break lose "Get your game on Tristan Because it's........OVER Shadow pulled the Elsydion this was his trick one that would show Tristan what fear was. "Serpham!!!!" Shadow had a purple Arua around him you Know I'm not you what think I am! I can beat you now then let's see how you fare with this!" Shadow drew The Elsydion now glowing a lime green. This form wasen't even knowen to Shadow so he had no clue what was happening.
wonder what the hells happening to me is this the end is this something that will kill me after I use, it who cares lets see what happens Shadow stood their faceing Tristan the countdown had begun who would stand I wonder will this form be the key to my victory or will Tristan win reguardless
OoC:you moved so those energy Sphires just slamed you with eletricty
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 14, 2007 16:20:32 GMT -5
Tristan grinned an evil grin, his eyes seemed to glow, though he wasn't transforming. They simply glowed with his resolve. He was now going full force...Shadow didn't stand a chance. The hunter burst forward and full blast, focusing his mana which was almost full now, thanks to the energy he'd stolen from Shadow and his spell. Before he got too far away, Tristan called his blade to him. His remote control spell taking out a small chunk of mana. The man looked down right frightening. Six-three, two thirty comin' at you at speeds that surpassed ninety percent of the human population.
Shireiutz returned to its owners hand and Tristan's attention turned to Elsydion. The holy blade would fly out of Shadow's hands and be hurled several hundred feet away, far behind Tristan. If Shadow held onto the blade tight enough, which was unlikely to be possible, Tristan would pull the sword toward him, consequently yanking Shadow along with it. If that happened, Tristan would push the blade to the left at the last second, leaving Shadow wide open for assault.
The hunter would, in either case, slash upward in a powerful strike that would split Shadows chest plate, then send a full force kick directly into his lower ribs, most likely shattering them and causing a massive ammount of damage to Shadow.
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on May 14, 2007 16:38:51 GMT -5
OoC:little bit of his memory unfloding
Everything went in Slow motion then time seemed to stop
*Flashback start*
Th,this ones amazing sir, look at it what is it!?"
*Flashback end*
Shadow felt the Elsydion get tugged from his hands some sort of spell no matter after letting go just when Tristan was about three feet away from him, Shadow materilized his laser gun (the laser isn't mana) holding down the trigger A constant red line most likely pearced Tristan's arm (the one holding the blade.)
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 15, 2007 16:08:37 GMT -5
Heh, Success. Shadow's sword went flying far behind Tristan and the magic released it, leaving it to plow into the dirt. Attentions fully on Shadow now, Tristan saw the phase shift of Shadow's materialization. His chakra then activated and he did something he hasn't done for a while. In an insane burst of speed that rivaled a good portion of teachers, and easily surpassed any natural life form, Tristan was behind Shadow.
His speed had been doubled with his Double Time spell and now he was closer to ten times faster than shadow. "Now you stand with out a snowballs chance in hell." He stated, holding idle before blasting his knee forward with all his force and speed into the lower spine of his opponent. Tristan's brow clenched, he showed little mercy. That knee would drop and the other leg would come around making a full force round house kick plow into Shadow's left side ribs.
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on May 15, 2007 16:25:50 GMT -5
OoC:for some dumb reason I'm pictureing us on a set of really Thick Trees and the skys red with black clouds like end of the world setting.
"Hell freezes over This time of year." Shadow fell to his knees but used his hands to handspring his kicks would hit Tristan right in the Jaw. The purple arua left him but he didden't care he knew he'd fight until he won "I'll beat you Tristan not to brag but to show that I'm a force to be reconed with.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 16, 2007 12:49:05 GMT -5
Tristan didn't see how Shadow could have dodged, he was so much slower. It didn't matter, though. The hunter's raised knee slammed down, straightening the leg. Before the white haired boy managed to raise his legs, he would be stomped on. Full force. Bone crushing force. This time there was no way for Shadow to see it coming, let alone avoid, and there was a chance his back would be broken.
It was a good thing Igneus could just teleport them into the recovery wing with his medium form. The following move would have Tristan jump off of Shadow's back, broken or not, spin around through the air, simply facing the ground, and slam his left fist into Shadow's upper back, holding Shireiutz down, or more so up, at his side. That one could have been avoided, but like he'd already said, this was Tristan Knightrhode, the warrior.
Shadow wasn't going to win, that was for sure. No matter what he wanted to prove, it was just not going to happen, Tristan was just too powerful. If Shadow had come when the man was still an apprentice, he would have stood a chance, but now....
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on May 21, 2007 15:55:19 GMT -5
OoC:Shadow doesen't have armor
"GAH!!"Shadow yelled in pain my ribs oh God my ribs still I'm not done till I can't move and I still can.
Think fast Crusnik. Shadow teleported inchs above Tristans head then slamed his fist into Tristans head
OoC:he changes the name of it so much I don't know what it's and sorry bout the short post I'm a little upset (not with you) with something IRL
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 4, 2007 16:46:23 GMT -5
Tristan was about to flip himself over and dive down on Shadow when the little basterd appeared over the hunters head. "Too slow." He said, pulling his upper body back and swinging up his lower body. The fist would be stopped short as the Crusnik would nail the white haired boy in the gut with a size fourteen with enough force to shatter the front ribs. Tristan had likely broken Shadow's lower back ribs, so this strike would shoot pain all over Shadows torso.
Now, using speed, Tristan grabbed Shadow's outstretched fist, and wrenched the young man around flinging him full speed into the dirt which, correspondingly, as well as according to the laws of physics, sent Tristan up another few feet where he faced the ground, seeming to hover as his acent slowed, and his decent began. The hunter would then point his sword down, it held in his left. This was almost taunting, the way a base ball player holds out his bat to singal that he was going to get a home run, only the tip of the blade would be pointed directly at Shadow.
This was saying, 'You will not win.' All this magic. The teleportation, the direct contact, every thing that Shadow did at this point in time, was making Tristan even stronger. His Seoligna spell sucked energy out of any thing it touched, even Shadow's life force would be drained. He should be feeling it now, even past the pain.
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on Jun 4, 2007 17:01:24 GMT -5
OoC:I'll do that after this post promase I'll be takeing it out of Int well just did
"YES I WILL!" Shadow yelled the pain was intenifying but that only motivated Shadow even more. This time a tremendus force came flowing through him the pain was gone I didden't cast this what is it? his eyes turned black "I'LL WIN TRISTAN THERE'S NOTHING THAT'S IMPOSSABLE NOTHING I'LL FIND A WEEKNESS INSIDE YOU OH WAIT I JUST DID!
There was one thing for sure Shadow eyes saw what was happening when he touced Tristan life force was being drained from him and makeing Tristan stronger, but an overflow of power would make it so that Tristan woulden't be able to contain it all. YOU WANT LIFE FORCE TRISTAN YOU GOT IT
Shadow practicly flew towards Tristan with a flying Kick if it connected there'd be an explosetion
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 4, 2007 17:25:27 GMT -5
Tristan's decent was slow, why it was so, he didn't understand but that didn't matter. Shadow took off, straight up, straight at Tristan. He'd taken another personality again, it didn't matter, he couldn't beat Tristan no matter what personality he had, he was way too slow, and way too weak. The kick came in and Tristan simply shifted, the kick sailing through his dark red aura and a huge burst of energy flooded into Tristan's system. The hunter grinned slightly then, his mana charging to its max and a massive blast of white flame shot from his mouth. The temperature inside that huge fire ball which expended a great deal of the over loaded mana was over three thousand degrees celcius, close on the level of magma.
The white hot fire ball rushed from the hunters mouth and right at Shadow's face with enough power to melt his flesh clean off. He was a fool to provide Tristan with energy. A fool when Tristan could disperse energy faster than most by rapid firing his building mana in ways that most people might not know how. That didn't matter now because Tristan's seol igna spell was flickering out and within seconds, would dispell.
Back on the attack, the fire ball, in accordance with the law of physics mentioned before, sent Tristan upward again. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. That wasn't always the case with magic, aside from a mana drain, but in this case, the fire ball propelled Tristan further into the air.
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on Jun 5, 2007 17:07:00 GMT -5
OoC:yeah I know he didden't say it I just felt like putting it down
IC:he hasen't won yet guarding the fireballs (reduceing damage but still takeing some) Shadow just floated there ok strange feeling again wish I could explane this one. Six wings came out of Shadow's back and a bright red armor surounded him "Cool" but it wasen't mana nor was this Chaos energy how the hell do these things happen? Shadow went eye to eye with Tristan then pointed to the ground
"YOUR IN THE ZONE OF THE EIGHT SINS NOW HENCE FORTH........................... Shadow drew the Elsydion sience Tristan was in the eight sin zone anywhere he moved for the next sixty seconds Shadow would be right behind him EIGHT SIN TWO THRUST when Tristan moved it would be four then eight then sixteen then thirty two,sixty four,then The last move Shadow would be able to pull off and when this happened it almost always connected the eight sin one hundred twenty eight stabs
OoC:in other words your back is a magnet for Shadows movements the only reason for the power level is this is the final Attack before falling and passing out.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 6, 2007 14:22:20 GMT -5
Tristan saw the new form and grinned. "Always full of surprises, boy." He said, slowing down and beginning to decend once again. Shireiutz was at his side, slightly ahead of his leg, partially being pulled at by gravity, partially being held in place by Tristan's arm. "What shit are you spouting now?" He asked aloud, some crap about sins. "Don't tell me your goin' religious on me." Then boom, a pulse of mana and Shadow was gone. The enchantment around his vest had protected the hunter, but the strikes had gotten closer than most things would.
Tristan twisted in the air, four blows, the barrier was pushing him along with the strikes now, while he was in the air. Eight, he turned. Sixteen. Thirty-two. His torso kept moving, even the master class enchantment was beginning to have a difficult time keeping up with the rapid strikes, and a slight silvery glow eminated around Tristan's torso, the shield was now temporarily visible under the blows coming at the speed of sound.
Sixty-four strikes, the wind moving around Shadow's sword was feirce and began to blow even Tristan's immense body around. Boom. A final blast of intense speed and power, immense for even Tristan to manage, and the hunter was flying to the ground. He was totally unharmed thanks to his vest, though this impact was going to hurt if he didn't do any thing. Using wind he managed to flip himself over, but it was a little too late and his legs impacted the ground, hard. Knees and hips popped, bones ached. Tristan stood quickly enough and looked up to Shadow.
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Post by Shadow Chrestmire on Jun 6, 2007 15:59:39 GMT -5
OoC:yeah he could but Shadow can only go to eight-sin-one hundred-twenty six stabs so unless this finishs Tristan you win
IC:Please let this last Attack connect and at least harm him a little While falling Shadow used what little energy he had left for two moves teleporting towards Tristan then the last step of the eight sins these Attacks would come from all directions at once (as if their were clones) EIGHT SIN ONE-HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT STABS Faster then sound itself Shadow coulden't even see anything he felt the thrusts pritty sure they were connecting then he felt air rushing past him and a large Impact on his back I think I fell shit.......can't The world began to go black go.................... on....................
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 6, 2007 16:08:09 GMT -5
He looked up...but nothing was there. Shadow had fallen with the hunter and was on the ground as Tristan was getting up. The man looked around, quickly finding the white haired boy. "Always full of surprises." He echoed. [Let's go. I didn't get hurt much in this one either...he's gonna have to get stronger and stop using those all or nothing attacks.] Igneus flew over to his partner, though didn't land on his shoulder. They never do work on you, do they? Tristan tossed Shadow over his shoulder, [Hardly ever work on any one. Don't know why, though.] He walked on, his partner following.
Tristan trudged off the training grounds with his unconscious opponent, "Another day, another win. Keep this up and I'll end up being the strongest on the island." Being at the top could suck...in order to get a challenge at that point, he'd have to take on armies. "Wonder how Maedallus deals with it."
The hunter took Shadow up to the recovery wing, and left him in the care of the nurses. He had several broken bones, or at least Tristan figured, nothing too major, but the boy'd need a good few days rest.
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