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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 9, 2006 15:54:07 GMT -5
Riddled around the streets of Babylos, there are various flyers, depicting the image of a beast pinned down to the ground with what looks like a massive two pronged spear, and the head of an axe inches from its neck. A large male adorned with golden armor holds this foul creature in its place with said objects, and at the same time the words. "Dantet." are riddled at the bottom, with a listing of phone numbers, as well as an address in which you can visit. The flyer itself, is asking for brave people, who believe they can take on the toughest of beasts and win. Because of this, many people have come up missing, only later to be found listed in the newspapers as deceased due to the fact they took the challenge, and lost. The flyer states clearly, to enter at your own risk, as the company could not be held liable for the fight.
Though, this was part of the flare that urged many warriors into the pits, to face off against these monstrosities. The adrenaline, the fame, and of course, the abillity to become a member of the swiftly growing corporation. All of the current members had gone through this and found themselves now sitting at the top of the world. Although, the leader himself had been forced to shift into a demonic creature just to take apart the rariest beast that had been seen in the pit as of late. XX-003. A literal "thing" created in the labs of D-13, only two were known to have been "originals" the rest were just copies made off of the files that were kept under lock and key in the D-13 database. At least, until they were stolen. It is this, that draws the people in, the chance to fight a creature, that otherwise wouldnt be found in thousands of years.
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( Ok, this is how it works 2 participants will sign up, those 2 participants can either join together as a TEAM, or fight on their own solo. There ARE NO SUMMONS NOR PETS IN THIS. Period. Essentially, if you win? You get a prize ( IE: EXP ), depending on how WELL you fight and RP, that amount will increase quite a bit. If you piss me off, or try to god mod your way to winning due to a hero complex, I will pwn your character and throw him in the hospital, with 1 XP as your reward, period. Now, there WILL be an item given to you for fighting in this, its a Dantet ID card. The amount it gives you? Depends on how you did, if I think you didnt try at all? +0. If you did WELL however, it can go up to a total of +5 ( And I mean.. if you blow me AND Auroth away? I may see about a +12 ( +2 to each stat. ) Also, for anyone competing in my A New Devlopment thread? You cant join, as that has an item involved in it. >> )
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
Posts: 154
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 9, 2006 16:45:48 GMT -5
Xeryth sat alone in his room, the lights off, his eyes closed, meditating. His right hand was held out in front of his body, fingers splayed, palm facing up. Xeryth's breathing patterns were slow, controlled, almost mechanical in their patterns. They never wavered; they perfectly maintained a light, shallow pattern, giving all the necessary oxygen and releasing all of the unneeded carbon dioxide. It had become, in his meditation, even less of a conscious concern than usual, requiring little effort from even his subconscious mind to do.
In his mind's eye, Xeryth saw the scene before him as easily as if it were light inside. He imagined himself sitting cross-legged on his bed, palm out, he imagined every detail of his bland room as easily as one would remember their own name. However, in his hand, he envisioned the air above it beginning to vibrate, faster and faster until the increased energy finally produced enough to manifest visibly as fire. Xeryth focused on this, trying to use his mind to project this image into reality and tap into the facet of psychokinetic abilities known as pyrokinesis.
Xeryth felt, in the real world, a warm sensation on his hand, suddenly, and tuned into it. It seemed that he had managed to create a small spark of fire, but it had blinked out almost immediately thereafter. Smiling proudly to himself, Xeryth again focused and attempted to try it one more time.
This time, however, his thoughts were cut short by the room's phone ringing, the shrill electronic tone cutting through the darkness straight to Xeryth's brain, shattering his mind's eye perception. His eyes flew open in alarm and confusion as he reached over his bed to the other side to take hold of the phone's receiver.
Whoever could be calling me?
Taking the receiver in his hand and, thus, answering the call, Xeryth brought the device up to his ear and spoke gingerly into it.
"Um... hello?"
"Is this Xeryth Varson?" An imperious voice spoke out in a very forward manner. From the sound of it, it was an older man, who had the voice of a man who was going to be very blunt and to the point in his dealings. Tenderly, Xeryth answered truthfully.
"Yes... yes sir... may I ask who this is?"
"Do you not recall my voice? It's me, Lancaster, head of D-13."
Xeryth's eyes went wide with fear. They've found me here? What should I do? Will they take me back?! Thousands of questions flew through the boy's mind at lightning speeds, however, only one was brought forth by his lips:
"What is the... the purpose of this call, sir?" The formal title came off almost naturally, thought Xeryth was no longer in the 'captivity' of D-13, the mere realization that this man was a superior at one point brought back the conditioned responses Xeryth was just starting to grow out of.
"Rest easy, Xeryth, you're in good hands at the Academy. In fact, that is the reason we haven't yet brought you back to the Department. However, if you wish for this little arrangement to stay the way it is, we at the Department do require a favor of you." The way the man said 'favor' indicated to Xeryth that this was not the type of favor that friends commonly did for each other. No, this 'favor' sounded more like a demand, a blackmail, an act that the boy would have to do if he ever wanted to remain free of D-13's Psi-Ops programs again.
"What would you have me do, sir?" he asked plainly, a deadpan tone replacing the usual meekness he seemed to characterize. Xeryth knew that, whatever the 'favor' was to be, it would not be something easy, nor would it be something he would be interested in doing.
"There is a... thing out in Babylos. A thing that we at our department originally brought into this world. The one found in Babylos is not ours, but a copy based on design plans stolen from us. You see, Xeryth, we at the Department do not much care for our covert designs being taken and mass-produced in this manner. Thus, we are asking our newest agent nearby to go and... get rid of it."
Xeryth shook his head, an expression lost over phone conversation, but, in Xeryth's mind, was not necessary for Lancaster to see. "You... you mean me, don't you, sir?"
"Yes, Xeryth, I mean you. I want you, no, I need you to go into Babylos and destroy that creature. There is a sort of tournament being held for that very opportunity, so it will not be hard to get your chance. Destroy it, and, if at all possible, find the blueprints that were used to create it and procure or destroy those as well. If you do this, then perhaps I can turn my head to your escape from our facilities and let you remain at the Academy."
A long pause ensued as Xeryth took in the information, or rather, the briefing just given to him. I can't believe this... I spent my whole life under their watchful eye, and now it seems I still am not rid of them. I suppose, if this is what it will take to keep these people away from me, then...
"Yes, sir. I understand. I... I will set out immediately."
"Good."
Without another word, Lancaster hung up the phone on his end, leaving a rather tired and bedraggled-looking Xeryth to sit in darkened silence for a long moment before finally getting up to his feet, throwing on some traveling clothes, and departing for Babylos, outside the Academy gates.
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Kurse
Apprentice
Poopty, Puptie, Pants-s
Posts: 21
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Post by Kurse on Jun 9, 2006 17:43:46 GMT -5
Kurse walked around the streets of Babylos with his claymore hooked to his back and his cards dangling on his belt as he took each step. He read a book as he walked and stopped when a flyer was seen in the corner of his eye. He picked it up and read when suddenly his cellphone rang. Kurse crumpled the paper and threw, then he picked up the phone.
"This is Kurse McVarron, what do you want?"
"I want you for a job"
"For what, exactly?"
"I want you to destroy a monster."
"Where the crap are you?"
"I'm above you."
Kurse looked at a nearby building and saw a black figure with his hand to his ear like he was holding a phone to his ear.
"What kind of monster is it"
"You'll se Kurse. Well...maybe you won't see for very long."
"Your so encouraging. Where is it?"
It was explained to Kurse and he went on his way. He bumped into Xeryth and assumed that he was on the mission. "Hello, I see that you are on the mission to destroy the creature. I wish to work with you." said Kurse as he stuck his hand out to shake. "Well....alright." said Xeryth without shaking Kurses hand. Kurse put his hand into his pocket and walked beside Xeryth as they got ready to battle the creature described on the flyer.
((Xeryth gave me permission to control his character's response))
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 9, 2006 22:31:58 GMT -5
Laying in wait. Darkness. Despair. The repeated howls of something that could feel no emotion.. could feel no pain. It was screeching now, rather loudly and pounding against the the ten foot thick steel of its cage. Considered weak in comparison to its predecessor's, it was still strong enough to rip through a human being with its bare hands. If it got hold of you, the game was over. Meaning the only advantage, was the creatures sheer lack of speed. Yet, even in the darkness there was one whom could utter no more then a laugh at this "thing." Its name? It had no name. It was given a barcode and a number, plain and simple, it was the third of its kind, as where the first was slaughtered, and the second roaming free somewhere. Yet, the man standing above it, almost fourty feet above the top of the steel cage which lay in a pit below, just didnt seem to care about how strong it was.
To him, it was no more then a monster, something that had no feelings, and did not deserve to live, there-fore, it would be put to death.. at least ,if the people whom had chosen to go up against it would be of any challenge to a creature of such a stature and "status" so to speak on the black market. The plans for this "thing" were highly valuable, and they laid in the hands of the Datent, meaning the group had achieved something they had been meaning to for qutie a long while. However, despite his actions, another had approached and set a hand on his shoulder. A soft voice, surely feminine had slipped free, and the sign of a skimply clad female was there, yet, at the same time, her clothing choice was that of business type. A smile was on her lips, though, the cherry red lipstick was the least of her appealing features.
"Why do you torture it so.. when it can feel nothing Christian?"
This sort of wording, had caught him slightly off guard, but at the same time, he just gave her a sort of smile and tilted head down, shaking it, while beneath a veil of orange tinted sunglasses, did shades of blue disapear, hiding away as he sighed. Against her touch, he shrugged, a simple rise and fall of his shoulders and then his head was back where it had been before, arms rising upwards fluidly and falling into a fold against his chest, eyes focusing down on that creature once more with the same intent that had been there before she came out onto the landing. He had no intentions of changing his feelings on a whim, just because she had entered. Thats when a voice, which seemed to be soft and smooth, yet oddly masculine flowed out from his lips, with just a simple roll of his tongue, and expression nutured with breath.
"Simple. It has no soul. It knows nothing other then how to kill.. ridicule is of the least of this creatures worries or ideals.. it cares only for how much flesh it can get at before it is useless again. What kind of existence is that?"
He just laughed a bit with that and turned from her, hands freeing themselves from their folded arm positon and slipping down into his pockets, heading for the open door which lay infront of him. If she was here, that meant that the others were ready as well, and the show would be quick in coming if their warriors arrived as planned. This event was special.. it was an attempt to bring more strong fighters into the fold of the Dantet, and it would also ensure that the future was held in their hands if such a thing were to happen as a plot would thicken itself as time progressed, even if at a slow rate. He understood what that creature went through.. he had been that creature, even if under the guise of different flesh, when he was in his demonic state.. he felt nothing more then a blood lust. If anything.. his hatred for it was fired by fear.
"..I see... I knew this wasnt going to be easy for him."
With those last words whispered softly to herself, she looked down at that creature below, watching as it writhed and pounded against the steel, screeching, screaming almost, the visible bone, the tightly drawn muscle which in some places showed itself even outside of the flesh, encased in nothing more then a hardened clear marrow extract. The blades which protruded from its elbows, caked with the dried blood from its battles past. It was nothing to laugh at.. nor was it something to ridicule. It was a monstrosity, built for battle, and that was all it knew.. though.. she knew also.. how Christian had gotten, and the fact the twin scars running down her back from the blades jammed into her body, were nothing to laugh at either.. she knew he had something to him that made him that way, and she didnt question it. No more then a simple turn of her heel and Vanessa followed quietly behind Christian.
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Kurse
Apprentice
Poopty, Puptie, Pants-s
Posts: 21
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Post by Kurse on Jun 9, 2006 23:59:22 GMT -5
Kurse entered the pit and saw the monsterous being roaring inside the cage. "I see this is more of a monster then I expected." thought Kurse as he pulled out a blank card and drew his sword. "I'm ready." he said as he walked slowly toward the beast. Kurse was slightly shaken, he had never seen such a beast before. Not even in his studies of magic befoe he entered this world of wizards and mages. He gulped and sweated a bit but then he gained courage and lifted his card and sword and astopped about 12 feet away from the beast. Kurse smirked but still was afraid, he just denied it. To him it was the only way to get rid of emotions, to deny they are real. Though most people would say to aviod that sort of thing, it worked for Kurse. He didn't care about the input of others and stuck to his own life style, and acted as if the rest of the poeples input was wrong. Atleast it was wrong to Kurse
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 10, 2006 0:35:47 GMT -5
"Its not so simple.. is it boy?"
He said to himself, a hand resting against the cold steel of the landing that hung out over the arena, he had just been opposite of this room, staring down at the monstrosity that lay within. Of course, he knew well, this boy would probably be no different then any other that had come in the past, a toy to the existence of such creatures. It was odd.. as most considered Christian a person not even worthy of the Arch-Mage rank he had achieved.. and yet, the stronger of the people in the group, still looked up at him as their leader, maybe it was the sickening amount of balance that he liked to have. Maybe, maybe not. It didnt matter.
"Hungry!......huuungry!... let me out! LET ME OUT! I MUST EAT!"
That got a slight chuckle from deep within the confines of Christians throat as that beast continued to claw at the edge of the cage, slamming into the reinforced steel, trying to get free, and yet, at the same time. It did no good. It couldnt get at the boy until he gave the word too. It was a last chance type of deal. Giving the boy a total of two minutes to re-think his decision before he sicked the creature on him, though, he didnt express this idea verbally, simple settled with one hand still in his pocket, as the other layed lightly on the pipe. What looked like a massive machete was being lowered down into the cage by a set of chains, the creatures weapon, crafted by its own hands as means of causing the destruction of other.
"Let us see XX-003, if you can be put to rest then shall we? Raise the cage gate."
He said glancing over to Cain whom stood beside. The rather large male moved and pulled down hard on what looked to be a rather large lever. Thats when the sounds of machine origin began to flow from within the walls, and the cage of that beast was beginning to rise upwards, though, it would not wait and continued to pound even against the rising steel, which got a shake of Christians head showing sheer disapproval. A large blade came sweeping out from under the opening gate, cutting clean through the wooden crates which had been stacked up infront of it as means of weaponry for those whom fought against the weaker creatures of the arena, now scattered around were various blades ranging from axes to swords, even a few bo staffs and halberds were in the mix.
"Good luck kid.. your gonna need it."
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Kurse
Apprentice
Poopty, Puptie, Pants-s
Posts: 21
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Post by Kurse on Jun 10, 2006 12:17:38 GMT -5
Kurse flipped back 7 feet and landed next to Xeryth. "Look, I'm gonna need you to distract the thing with a spell while I cast one of my favorate spells, don't worry, it'll come in handy." explained Kurse as he drew the Limbless spell and backed up further.
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
Posts: 154
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 11, 2006 13:31:50 GMT -5
(OOC: Vastly sorry for my disappearance these past few days, I was off at an anime convention, and then spent the day with the girlfriend, I'm sure you understand. And also to prove Kurse's claims, I did indeed give him the permission to control my character in that post.)
"Well... alright..." Xeryth said meekly to this new student who had appeared beside him, guessing correctly his intentions and offering his aid. Xeryth, still quite unused to such behavior from people, was hard-pressed merely to accept the boy's request to work together, and did not even notice the hand outstretched to shake. Even if he had noticed, however, whether or not Xeryth would have realized he was meant to grasp and shake the proffered hand was anybody's guess. Turning his attention toward the arena gates, Xeryth's eyes slowly panned from the floor to the highest walls of the arena, amazed at its vastness. He realized the time for action was fast approaching, and giving Kurse a frightened smile, he spoke in his usual scared tone.
"Well then... shall we?"
Hesitantly turning back to the gates, Xeryth strode forward, entering the arena floor, with Kurse not far behind. The crowd's cheers erupted, most likely not for the two new fighters, but for the bloodshed that was almost guaranteed to come next. After all, quite a many of Babylos's greatest warriors had been felled by the creature in question, however would two scrawny magic-users fare any better? Any more thought on the matter would be drowned out by the bloodthirsty arena patrons. Xeryth pushed the thoughts out of his mind almost immediately.
Eyes scanning across the arena, Xeryth soon picked out the cage that seemed to house the creature. In the light of the open-air arena at noontime, Xeryth could see everything, the massive brutal-looking creature seemingly constructed out of tank-grade steel and blades, but it was the feral grunts and growls emanating from that direction made the hair on his neck stand on end. Unlike Kurse, Xeryth never seemed to gain his composure, trembling visibly at the sight of the massive, ferocious being, yet unable to look away all the same. The crowd, seeing this, began to laugh, laugh at the poor frightened boy who was sure to be dismantled limb by limb within seconds of the cage lifting. Meanwhile, Kurse moved up, facing the creature and exclaiming his readiness. The crowd continued to laugh and point at the other scared boy in the arena. The laughter was silenced very quickly, however, by the clanking sounds of steel grating against steel and mechanisms being manipulated, and the cage's door opened widely, loosing the caged beast. Kurse, finding himself much too close for comfort, did an impressive back-flip, landing nimbly next to Xeryth, and issuing forth a command veiled in the form of a request. Xeryth merely nodded, realizing that, while he had no 'spells', per se, to distract the creature, he did have a few other options he could attempt.
The creature's own initial move had paved the way for Xeryth's diversion attempt. Slashing his over-sized machete into the nearby weapon crates, the beast scattered out a large multitude of weapons, of all shapes and sizes, in a chaotic array around him. Extending his hands out toward the beast, Xeryth focused upon a few of the items laying about. Three swords suddenly began to float up, rising a bit above the creature's eye level, and then, with a flick of the young psychic's wrist, the three blades hurtled toward the creature, two heading for each eye, and one driving toward the thing's forehead. Xeryth was unsure of how tough-skinned this creature was, or if it even needed eyes to see, but this was to be his opening move. Following that, regardless of the outcome, unless he was forced into movement himself, Xeryth would remain where he was, psychically lifting various weapons off the ground and hurtling them toward the being, blade-first, but at no particular target with little time to focus on accuracy, hoping mostly to distract the beast while his partner could take care of his spell.
All the while, Xeryth's look had gone from a sort of small, frightened boy, to a rather dark, intense gaze, brooding and intent on the goal at hand. This was, after all his element, the only thing he knew how to do, and his old training was all rushing back to him, putting him back to the state of mind he had lived in all those years with D-13.
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 11, 2006 21:07:06 GMT -5
There was a large breath being drawn in and out as the creature had calmed down now that it was being freed. It didnt seem worried about anything else that was here now, just focused sights on the two boys which had decided to work together to take him out, if you could call "it" a him that is. Oddly, it wasnt truly a monstrosity, it was an upgrade from its predecessors, standing over ten feet in height, and with a machete three feet in width, while also being over seven feet in length. In comparison, the blade had to have weighed nearly a ton, if not more being it was made from wrought steel, magically enhanced to ensure it would never dull or shatter. It was the only outwards means of protection and defense the creature had.
"Good... freedom... freedom at last!"
It wasnt even a seconds notice after the cage had been opened upwards did weaponry come flying towards his face. Blade rose upwards and turned so the broad side faced this foolish attack, it was deflected away with little challenge at all, and at that point, he allowed the massive blade to clash back against the dirt of the arena kicking up dust around it. It was slim, riddled all over with muscles, and it appeared to be wearing what looked like a massive trench coat, hanging down to his ankles, with a set of black leather pants hugging tightly to his lower form, if it wasnt for the horrendous size, his grey flesh, or the fact his eyes seemed to be all black, he could have passed as a human being, which, when thought about was terrifying. A human being void of fear, pity, and happiness, .. a destructive creature indeed.
"Dont play around, my body was made to withstand the impact of explosions and high powered rifle fire. Swords will do NOTHING."
Glancing at the other one, he noticed the card and grinned, seems he also had no clue what D-13 had been developing the XX project for in the first place now did he? An anti-magic all purpose weapon. Pity really. Raising that sword upwards, he held it off to the side with one hand, so that the broad flat end of the sword was facing them. The words " Nyaxx' Da' Ras' " however, what those words meant, were even beyond the people whom had created the creature. It seemed it was something he used as a name for his sword, but, he would not press anything with said creature, it would provide nothing but the same insults about letting him free to kill and destroy.. a situation that was quite old in Christians mind.
"Now.. hurry up and finish your little toys, so I can FEAST ON YOUR FLESH!"
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Kurse
Apprentice
Poopty, Puptie, Pants-s
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Post by Kurse on Jun 12, 2006 12:33:51 GMT -5
Kurse threw down the card and before even thinking about if the spell worked or not he charged at the beast. Kurse quickly ran up it's chest and attempted to shove his claymore up the roof of the monster's mouth. Kurse may have killed many unusually beasts but had never encounted such a disgusting abomination before. Kurse put a huge amount of strength behind the stab in the mouth. All this move was for was to see if he could find a weakness on the creature as Kurse could see that it skin was unbreakable.
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
Posts: 154
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 13, 2006 17:38:59 GMT -5
(A little preamble here: I'm not sure if I'm allowed this turn or not, I don't know what you want the posting order to be, Scith, but if this is against your ideas, let me know and I'll take it down.)
As Kurse rushed forth, drawing his large sword and charging the beast in what Xeryth assumed was some kind of suicide attempt, the younger of the two boys blinked a few times, unaware just what this crazy student was trying to do. Here, in front of them, was a being humanoid in appearance only, and just vaguely at that, wielding a sword bigger than the two of them combined, and having taken no damage whatsoever from the myriad of weapons Xeryth had tossed its way. Why this Kurse thought his sword was so much more special than the other swords Xeryth had sent with pin-point speed and accuracy, he did not know. All he knew was that, if that spell of his didn't work like he wanted it to, the foolish boy would be dead before he hit the ground.
Closing his eyes, Xeryth crossed his arms in front of his body, palms open and fingers pointing straight up. Mind's Eye View came easily for him, it was what was to come next that would not. Focusing first to Kurse's left side, the side upon which the creature held his sword, Xeryth projected an image of a transparent shield, just about Kurse's height and two feet in width, blocked Kurse from attack on that side. The shield was tall, but not very wide, and thus would most likely protect him from a sword swing, but very likely the Psi Barrier would shatter immediately upon deflecting the attack.
That was not the only barrier he created, however. Focusing even harder, Xeryth attempted to create yet another barrier of the same size on Kurse's other side. Quieting his raging mind, Xeryth was able to pull up the second Psi Barrier, but he could feel its strength was nowhere near the level of the one on the other side. Xeryth hoped it would hold up against a possible attack from that side, but could not be sure. Regardless, the boy held his concentrating, focusing psychic energy into the shields in an attempt to hold them up for as long as it took.
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 14, 2006 0:11:55 GMT -5
It was odd really, as Kurse here, was charing in blindly, something, that almost made Christian grin standing up and looking over them from above. Instead, it was XX that showed the grin, showing off those sharply curved teeth, almost like at one point, they had been a human beings, but were carved far from reconigtion. That was part of mutation though, now wasnt it? The attack to his front was nothing more then a laugh, unplanned, and blatantly ran in at what seemed like a last second deal. A form of his hand into a flat palm and then downwards, pushing on the hand guard of his blade, he launched himself straight upwards, at which point that massive sword came with said movement, and both of his feet clashed into the concrete wall, launching his body once more, though this time soaring over Kurse's little attack and landing on the opposite side of the arena from use of his immense strength.
"I told you once. Dont toy with me. ROAR NYAXX!"
Swinging his hand around as he regained his balance that sword seemed to be engulfed with flames and then the next moment, a wall of fire eminated directly from his positon, surging outwards in a complete circle, towering at seven feet, still frail in comparison to what he was, but plenty to provide more then enough threat to these two. From his call out, that blade resumed its normal gray tint, and the dulled end was set up against his shoulder as he waited to see what they would do against something like it. The entire arena had to stand about 20 feet from the dirt floor below, that was almost enough to cover half the height. Those black hues followed his trailing flames, as a lick of his lips showed his rampant anticipation for what was to come. More so.
Christian looked down on this little bout, and he knew well, fighting so many times, and managing to survive... 003 in the line of its predecessors had managed to learn quite a bit in terms of combat, and also in terms of the enchantments that lay on the steel he held in his hand, ironic more so that that was the creatures only means of magic, that he had survived from raw endurance and brute force in the past, it had quite a little chuckle coming from deep in his throat, making the other three currently watching this alongside him look up from the action to see what he was laughing at.
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 19, 2006 0:13:08 GMT -5
The attack was dodged effortlessly, as Xeryth expected, as he had dropped the mental shielding as soon as the creature leapt backwards, and then pushed from the wall, using his strength as a means of agility to throw himself, more or less, across the arena. Landing on the other side, the creature spoke some more roaring words of mockery before calling out to his sword, apparently named Nyaxx, which responded, and in a very violent fashion, at that.
Xeryth's eyes went wide as the sword glowed bright hot, flames engulfing the weapon entirely. Much to the young boy's dismay, the flames then did more than simply look frightening about the sword, they formed a giant circular wall of flame, much higher than both boys, that exploded outwards from the being with rapid intensity. Xeryth would have to move, and move quickly. There was no time to worry about this other person that had asked to team with him. Xeryth, however, had very little personal ability in the physical realm, and it seemed such a dodge would prove to be difficult, if not impossible, for him.
This is why the young psychic had to improvise.
As the wall of flames raged forth, Xeryth closed his eyes, forming yet another Psi Barrier. This one, however, was not for guarding him, as the flames, seemingly coming up from the ground, would most likely not be stopped by a barrier of any size, as the smaller, harder ones would not be of sufficient size, and the larger ones would be easily burned through. No, this barrier was instead created underneath the boy's feet, horizontally, just along the sandy ground. With a flick of his left wrist, his fingers moving quickly in an upward direction, the Psi Barrier was telekinetically lifted, carrying its living cargo up with it.
At the apex of the climb, which ended about eight feet in the air, Xeryth jumped forward as the wall of flame passed by underneath, the silver ring worn on his right middle finger glowing as the magickal properties were called upon, giving him the needed agility to perform a neat front flip and land almost catlike upon his own two feet, his body crouching in response to alleviate pressure from the fall on his feet, and his fingertips grazed the sand slightly before he stood back up to his full height, a tiny bit closer to the creature now. He studied the being, trying to devise a plan of battle.
He's too big, too strong, and too tough, Xeryth commented to himself, regarding the almost man-like creature in his thoughts. And I'm not fast enough to put off that speed. That leaves only one more method I have of defeating him...
Closing his eyes, Xeryth entered Mind's Eye View almost immediately, focusing upon the creature, attempting to get into the thing's very brain...
From there, if successful, Xeryth would then focus upon a single thought: An image of the boy dashing forth towards the creature, a dagger in his hand, looking to score the sudden stab and the quick kill. This thought would then be projected into the mind of the creature before him, hopefully making it think that the boy really was attacking, when he was just standing there. A sort of psychic mirage, really, due to Xeryth's abilities of implanting thoughts and suggestions with his psychic power.
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 19, 2006 16:26:27 GMT -5
As the surge of flames died down and faded from view, he watched as one of the two. Kurse. Had been slammed into the concrete, and was now laying out cold in the corner, his focus was on the other now. Xeryth. There was no expression on his face at this point, the boy had managed to think of a way to avoid the flames, which, even though considered a cheap circus trick, it was enough to show that he had some sense of intelligence in him. It also meant that 003, would have to kick it up a notch if he was going to be keeping himself at the top of the game.
"Sneaky boy... sneaky indeed, but no matter.. after all everything is a matter of time only."
The concept of time, and the concept of thought, these were two things that seemed to further him even more from his breathren. It wasnt as if he was the same carnage machine as the others, he did have a sense of morality, and the point of that was, he killed to ensure he would not be killed first. That was the first thought produced, and put into his head, it was also the reason he tended to regret any sort of passion and sympathy others may feel for him. With this, he obtained a level previous war machines couldnt. He could feel the pain of being, and he could feel the pain of regret, but he could not feel the pain of being hurt, nor did he care for sympathy or the crying of others. It was the rules that set him apart, he killed based on a rule status, and in these rules, he was to fight on command, and achieve a level others couldnt before.
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 19, 2006 21:35:18 GMT -5
The battle had taken Kurse, and now it looked to be in a sort of stalemate between what might as well have been David and Goliath. Xeryth looked up, lower lip trembling as he regarded the giant known only as XX-003, but to Xeryth, was still nameless, which, in reality, made it all more frightening. The large, hulking beast with the giant sword stared down upon the tiny, scared, seemingly unarmed boy. The situation looked grave, indeed.
After what seemed an eternity of the two opponents just staring at each other, the smaller of the two began to move. Xeryth strode forth, walking hesitantly forwards, eyes darting about the arena for something to use against the beast. Finding nothing, his hands remained clenched in fists, as they had ever since he landed from his little leap. Nodding his head down and forward, Xeryth continued to walk forward. He made no movement of attack, he merely stepped forward, slowly and hesitantly, waiting to see just what the creature would do in response.
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