Post by Relo'Quath on Jul 26, 2007 11:32:04 GMT -5
Provided that Relo'Quath was a scary character, a little on the short side, and built like a Greco Romano wrestler. A horned demon, with claws on the sides of his shoulders and more protrusions out of the tops of the shoulders. The room that he was in, was a sort of training room. There were pillars around a circle, to practice fencing and other martial arts. The pillars were short, and only measured about six feet in height. They didn't reach the ceiling at all.
"And then mama bear said to the others. Someone's been sitting in MY Chair!"
What a psycho. He was lying down in the middle of the ring, looking up at the blank ceiling, the lights that rained down brightness onto him. He'd have to change that, once the practice got under way.
"Then Papa bear slapped her hard across the face, said 'Shut up bitch! Don't complain!' And proceeded to choke her."
What a twisted... sick and twisted.. nursery rhyme defiling, psycho.
Post by Dante Xtianus on Jul 26, 2007 12:25:41 GMT -5
Dante yawned for what had to be the fourth time in half an hour, he wasn't tired just bored to the point were reading a book was starting to look like a good idea. God how he hated literature. He was currently on his way to the training room where he would find his opponent, then he would have something to do and by do i mean smash. Entertainment was so hard to find in this place, he had already put forth a petition to lift the ban on armed combat on school grounds but no one would even give him the time of day.
He wore his usual attire of heavy combat boots black pants and black wife beater, an iron shackle hung from his neck with a chain wrapping around his waist before tucking into his pants. He had chose to forgo wearing his Jacket since it would just get in the way. He had made a Chinese broadsword with Saishuuheiki before he had left and now carried it on his right shoulder lazily while his left hand rested in his pocket. He arrived at his destination quickly and scanned the room, he spotted a figure laying in the centre of the arena and using his masterful deduction skills quickly figured out that he was most likely his new opponent. Although he could do without the large drooling mouth at his stomach and the raping of nursery rhymes but beggars cant be choosers.
“Hello, odd person!” He calls out monotonously with a small half hearted wave while making his way to the ring.
Post by Relo'Quath on Jul 26, 2007 12:42:05 GMT -5
"Meanwhile, Baby bear was frisking with Goldilocks in the upstairs bedroom!"
He cracked a smile.
So.. he can see me. Good, that'll make things easier.
"Bankorok, Redgomor, Vattur'Gha."
He had cast damage field around himself. Sealing himself up in a protective barrier of corrosive magic. But it was translucent, and it didn't appear as though anything had happened. The creature remained there on the floor, looking at the ceiling. He hadn't even summoned his sword. Was this some sort of insult?
"Do you want to know what happens next, Mr. fancy pants?"
Post by Dante Xtianus on Jul 26, 2007 13:09:17 GMT -5
"Do you want to know what happens next, Mr. fancy pants?"
“I beat you half to death and you go cry in the corner?” Dante asks the black metal poster boy as he steps into the ring and begins circling him. His weapon still rested on his shoulder and his left hand still in his pocket, he had a laid back and calm attitude as if he wasn't worried at all, which he wasn't. Not because he was underestimating the horned creature that lay in front of him that wasn't his style, he was just confident in his ability to crack the guys skull open like an easter egg.
“So you just gonna lay there all day Goat Boy?”
As fun as the trash talking was he didn't really see the point in having a conversation with your opponent before a fight, it wasted time and left a lot of openings for exploitation. Coming to a stop to the right of the demented fellow, he shifts his sword and points it at him, his left hand left his pocket and he began to clean his left ear with his pinky, he examined the yellow residue before flicking it at his opponent.
Post by Relo'Quath on Jul 26, 2007 13:46:53 GMT -5
The yellow residue passed through the barrier with no problems at all. He didn't view earwax as an enemy. Relo'Quath remained there, ignoring the fellow's tough guy demeanor and talk, still staring at the ceiling, then crossing his legs at the knee, right over left. He was planning something, deep in that psychopathic mind of his. It was sick, and twisted.
"Hexeron, Pargon, Venitak, Pirgon, Neth'Norath."
The Psychosis spell. Who did Relo'Quath view as an enemy? Dante. If Dante's mind was stronger than Relo'Quath's he'd be able to resist the psychosis. If not, well; he'd suffer from severe hallucinations, of all types. Auditory, Visual, Touch, Olfactory, Taste. He might hallucinate his own death. Psychosis was the ultimate form of confusion. The mind was under attack, being confused and clouded.
Only magic invoked the psychosis, once it began, it could not be dispelled other than by the caster. It could only be resisted.
~~~OOC Notes~~~ -Dante has a 25% chance of resisting severe psychosis, and only undergoing moderate psychosis. -20/5 = 4, Relo'Quath's intelligence is 4x higher than Dante's, thus the 1/4 chance of resisting severe.
Post by Dante Xtianus on Jul 30, 2007 10:22:25 GMT -5
Dante's body tensed when he heard the daemon speak his incantation, and lunged at his prone form, but unfortunately he was not fast enough and soon found himself under the spells influence. His opponent had disappeared and he found himself in a room made of what appeared to be skin with bloody bodies castrated and crucified on the walls, he noticed was a pounding in the back of his head but it was at a bearable level. But then his fingers began to itch and he looked down to see his fingers grow little mouths with sharp rotten teeth and start to eat his own hand.
'What the fuck!!!'
He dropped Saishuuheiki and was about to start smacking his hand off the ground until a hand burst from his stomach and began choking him, he tried to pry it off with his hands but the little mouths just started to chew at his neck. ' Shit, what is this an illusion?' He thought angrily. Using his normal hand Dante reached for Saishuuheiki and with a wide slash aimed a Searing Slash strike in the direction that he last remembered Relo'Quath to be in, then returning the blades metal to his shackle he shoots out a Lightning Flare in the same direction before reforming his blade and charging at the same spot swinging his blade downwards.
Post by Relo'Quath on Jul 30, 2007 11:59:37 GMT -5
"Heh heh heh."
Relo'Quath allowed the first two slashes hit the shield and become absorbed. The demon then retreated a few steps to the side, avoiding the final slash, which shattered his damage field. He could remain still, and continue casting spells. Which would be prudent. Or he could move and slash the fellow in the room with him. Undoubtedly the male was hallucinating heavily, as he was clawing at himself, and beating his arms against the floor and such. No need to get close now.
"Antorbok, Kilitath, Neth'Norath."
The Psychaotic assault. Attacking at once, it'd feel like a red hot pike was being shoved through the male's skull. Intruding upon his mind. The more one resists, the more barbs the pike grows. It was a defensive mechanism in the spell. The assault would hurt the mind, may cause some bleeding from the nostrils, and extract memories, and information. Extracted memories would flash before the afflicted eyes however.
This was an extremely difficult spell to resist completely.