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DA FOIT
Apr 5, 2015 4:03:38 GMT -5
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Post by Prince Rain on Apr 5, 2015 4:03:38 GMT -5
Kitana, realizing the warrior could grossly overpower her, retreats to the side of her ally, Shepard.
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Apr 5, 2015 4:39:28 GMT -5
Helpless- Fear was the root of Guts' rage.
The black swordsman would stand against the darkness, a man amongst monsters. He remained suspended with rising bloodlust, the fear of a death without so much as a swing of his blade had risen his shadowy helmet to his head. Suspended in the Astral world, it wasn't subject to the mass effect until it truly entered the world of man.
In the split second the mass effect field dissipated, the helmet was brought into reality, Dragonslayer struck into the stone below him, and Guts flew into blind rage as his opponents portrayed demonic versions of themselves amongst his clouded vision. With a booted foot on the mass of blade, he skipped the delay of his fall to use his own savage strength to send him into a blur of supersonic speed as he flipped forward. Amongst his spin through the air, his teeth took hold of the thin rope on his false arm. Knowing even in his animalistic state that something as rudimentary as this cannon wouldn't pierce Shepard's defense, he used it to increase his speed and trajectory as he crossed the 40 feet between him and his duo of opponents in the next second. The tip of his sword would strike into the ground once more on approach, leaving a furious spark and a groove in the stone as the berserker extending his arms for his next attack. In a strike that could split all but the strongest horrors of this dimension or the next, the Dragonslayer would come down upon Shepard with all it's momentum, like the hand of a god.
If the strike landed which it probably wouldn't I just really want to describe this, it would crack straight through the advanced armor as the astral-adjusted blade came down with righteous fury, decimating the skull of the universe's greatest soldier as it left behind little besides limbs and gore.
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Post by Khârn on Apr 5, 2015 4:57:31 GMT -5
Shepard saw Guts as he would make his preparations to launch forward, and his Omni-tool at his wrist would manifest, glowing a dull orange light, as he cycled through his options to face down the oncoming berserker. He processed various strategies, debating what best would work, before he heard the fire of the canon, and saw the swordsman rocketing at him. In less than a heartbeat, the choice was made. Shepard would raise his right arm, his hand holding the Carnifex, his wrist alight with the Omni-Tool. With a thought, a command, a burst of super-cooled subatomic particles shooting towards the rapidly approaching Guts. Due to the speed of both, they'd hit within an instant, and the snap freezing, Guts no protected from the effect of the cryo shot, would take hold within moments. By the time Gut was ten feet from Shepard, he would be frozen solid, and Shepard could simply dodge to the side, allowing him to pass, and smash against the side of the coliseum wall. Shepard would act in an instant, firing a single shot from his Carnifex, feeling the kickback of the weapon in his grip, as the heavy pistol rocked forth a slug towards Guts. Upon impact, the shot would cause the frozen figure to shatter into thousands upon thousands of pieces, passing Shepard, as the remainders of the Black Swordsman would be blocked by his shielding. Shepard, surveying the area, would spin the Carnifex in his grip, before holstering the weapon, and giving Kitana a brief wink. He'd then begin walking back towards the exit of the arena, pressing a finger to the comm link in his ear. "Shepard to Normandy, requesting pick-up." Looking back at the scene, and the three dead targets, he'd continue. Mission Accomplished
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DA FOIT
Apr 5, 2015 5:08:12 GMT -5
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Post by Prince Rain on Apr 5, 2015 5:08:12 GMT -5
Kitana gained her footing. And brushed off her clothing as she reveled in her victory. "No challenge at all..these weaklings were already dead" As Shepard winked at her she was slightly repulsed but somewhat charmed by the gesture. She would turn to face the opposite direction as a portal to her home realm tore apart thin air.
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Kars
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Apr 5, 2015 19:23:39 GMT -5
Post by Kars on Apr 5, 2015 19:23:39 GMT -5
An eerie and slow applause makes itself known from the stands as the shadowy observer rises from his throne.
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The clapping ends as the figure leaves the shadows that had housed him. Standing before the survivors is an armored man in his late twenties. The man himself stands slightly above the average man in height and despite wearing armor, can be seen as possessing a fit build. He sports an intricately maintained mane of blonde hair that drapes down to the shoulders whilst also bearing a stubble. His eyes are perhaps the most striking detail concerning his face, Said eyes were fiery red-rimmed yellow. The armor itself is a mixture between something futuristic, ancient, and entirely malevolent. Tattered remnants of cloth trail down from the waist and bracers. The left gauntlet and pauldron are exaggerated or more pronounced than their counterparts on the right side. Clipped to the waist was a metallic object of somewhat cylindrical appearance. The circular guard or adornment near the top almost makes it look like a hilt of some sort.
Raising a right hand into the air, The observer brings about a rather drastic change to the supposedly won battle. Darkness consumes the arena for the briefest of moments and when it subsides, the slain have been restored to life and positioned on the opposite side of the arena alongside the living. Whether this was done by his hand or some other source was something entirely up to the combatants to figure out. Regardless, The armored man wastes no time in leaping into the arena, his armor doing virtually nothing to hinder his movement. Landing upon the ground, The figure rises and addresses those present.
" Consider yourself blessed...You are about to face the Empires Wrath. "
The figure draws the hilt like item around his waste and with the press of a button, a blade of pure red energy springs from said hilt. A calm yet unnerving humming escapes the blade whilst it's owner begins to stride toward the group. Additionally, A gate on the arenas right side opens up, signaling the entrance of an additional enemy. What this enemy was and what they could do remained to be seen. One thing was for certain however.
The real fight had only just begun.
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DA FOIT
Apr 5, 2015 19:53:14 GMT -5
Post by hellohello on Apr 5, 2015 19:53:14 GMT -5
Drowning. That's what it felt like to die. Drowning. The sensation of being swallowed up by a great black nothingness seemed all too familiar to Yagiyama. He had barely any time to think and regret before he died. Bullets killed him. He had always thought that....well, he hadn't really ever thought about death all that much. He had thought about killing, certainly. But the act of dying itself....But anyways, he had always assumed that the person to finish him off would be a stand user, or maybe someone else in his group. Not Dainenjiyama, of course. He was much too paranoid to do something like that. Drowning. Yagiyama supposed the reason it felt so much like drowning was because he had choked on his own blood at first, before he closed his eyes. Drowning was an awful sensation. Not being able to breath, then not being able to do anything at all, ever again. Another reason he supposed it felt like drowning is that when he opened his eyes, he coughed up blood all over the stone floor of the arena, much like when you get a lung full of water and then get dragged back to shore. He sat up and regarded the two people he assumed were his newest enemies. Yagiyama quickly checked a pouch at his side. Good. The Rokakaka was still there. This time, he thought as he struggled to his feet, he would not take the situation so lightly.
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Apr 5, 2015 21:05:31 GMT -5
Post by DeredereChan on Apr 5, 2015 21:05:31 GMT -5
At first, Lyn was incredibly confused by the sudden turn of events. Finding herself lying down on a cold stone surface, she wondered if she had finally made it to the afterlife. However, as she got to her feet, she saw that she was simply back at the arena where she had previously fought. Right next to her, Lyn saw her former enemies, the fan wielding ninja and the warrior with foreign technology. Also beside Lyn was her former allies, the rock man and black swordsman. Wondering what had happened, she quickly turned to see the imposing man striding forth, who's presence gave the area an air of absolute despair. She quickly put two and two together, and realized that she was being given another battle, another chance to prove herself. Taking a deep breath, Lyn uttered quick prayer for the forthcoming showdown, hoping that Naga would smile upon her. Once she felt she was mentally prepared, she took out her bow, and prepared for the worst. " Prepare yourself." she quietly whispered.
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Apr 5, 2015 21:41:13 GMT -5
Post by Tribune Bolton on Apr 5, 2015 21:41:13 GMT -5
The thousands upon thousands of pieces of scattered, frozen berserker had been whispering. Bubbling, with the malignant black souls of the damned. Grinning, laughing, screaming, clawing at their prize, the finest sacrifice ever presented before the Apostles, for their chosen one. Lord Femto would be pleased, they would all lose their eternal hunger, in trade for just scraps of this corpse, they'd taste that distant spark of beautiful life. Frozen, and decimated in a single shot, any other man would have ceased his existence painlessly. But Guts' soul was forfeit, marked, and wanted by all that resided under the grasp of the God Hand. Where his comrades had simply died, the black swordsman had been dragged to the depths of the Abyss by the very Idea of Evil. But he would bear the mark once more, as another, otherworldly source of darkness saw fit to drag him from his doom for it's amusement.
Amongst the risen dead stood a man that had escaped hell twice. A man that was driven by fear, blinded by his rage, cursed by his armor, standing with one hand on the hilt of the sword over his shoulder, and one hand limp. Crouched slightly, like a starved wolf, mad from it's intent on survival. All that fended his bloodlust from slaughtering the companions around him was the the familiar, shining silhouette of a spirit in his mind. Guts stared at the Sith lord, waiting, his thoughts cut brutishly short to revolve around a single concept, kill.
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Kars
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Post by Kars on Apr 6, 2015 5:22:22 GMT -5
( As my second has failed to reply, I shall continue the battle. Reply when you are all able. )
Without warning, the ground begins to splinter in three areas directly before the Wrath, said splintering increasing until massive chunks of earth are torn free from the ground. These car sized chunks are then directed toward the fighters at frightening speeds. The speed of the projectiles travel below the speed of sound and with proper timing, could be dodged by an extremely fit and extraordinarily lucky individual. Should the three participating fighters find themselves unable to dodge, they would find themselves struck by the debris and killed outright should they have the durability of an average human.
During the feat of telekinesis and afterward, The Wrath remains on his guard. He was the Empires might personified. It was the wrath who slew countless jedi, Broke the false Emperor Malgus, and it was also the Wrath who personally saw to the end of Revan. None of these cretins would best him this day, he was going to ensure that.
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Apr 6, 2015 10:28:23 GMT -5
Post by hellohello on Apr 6, 2015 10:28:23 GMT -5
"I Am a Rock!"
As soon as Yagiyama saw the chunk of stone heading towards him, he rolled to the side, coming to a stop close to Lyn (as he didn't want to get too close to the man in black). He glanced around behind this new enemy and activated his stand ability, making himself a new center of gravity. Suddenly, a loud crashing and snapping of wood could be heard as all around the arena, the giant tarps were ripped loose of their position on high and started to move towards Yagiyama, gaining speed as they went. A notable tarp was one located behind the Wrath, and unless he dodged (which would be difficult, considering that the tarp is the size of a small building) or destroyed it somehow, he would get knocked off his feet and carried forward.
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Apr 6, 2015 22:17:50 GMT -5
Post by Tribune Bolton on Apr 6, 2015 22:17:50 GMT -5
Stone scattered as it flew to the Black Swordsman, no match for the unrelenting speed of Guts and the force of the Dragonslayer. All that was sent to him was diced, dodged, or simply taken as the blows grew smaller with each crushed boulder. Guts made a predatory stalk forward, readying his blade to deflect any further attacks, and if the Emperor's Wrath was dragged forward by Yagiyama's attempts, he would swing his blade overhead with the speed and strength to crack a diamond. If not, he would remain still, the wolf waiting for it's opportunity to strike and survive.
What did not remain still, was a small red egg that was knocked from Guts' pouch amongst the projected rocks. The strange thing, dotted with misplaced eyes, a nose, and a mouth, rolled in between Yagiyama and Lyn with an eerie aura.
The idea of evil throbbed across fate from the abyss, and the Behelit awaited the desires of man.
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Apr 6, 2015 22:51:10 GMT -5
Post by DeredereChan on Apr 6, 2015 22:51:10 GMT -5
This warrior...no, can he even be called a warrior at this point? The power to tear at the very fabric of the earth itself? No, this man has transcended the title of "Warrior". That man...is a god. And what am I? I'm no-one. Just a simple girl from the plains of Sacae, orphaned, estranged, forced to carve out what little I could. Even with the aid of my legendary sword...there's nothing I can do, is there? It's hopeless! I'm done for! I need...I need more power. That's the only way out. Please, Naga, hear my cry! I need power to beat this foe! I'll...I'll give up anything! ANYTHING!
Lyn felt a strange object roll next to her foot, coming to a stop beside her. She saw it had come from Guts, but it was hard to tell exactly what had happened, as he was moving so fast. Probably a weapon or charm that he had entrusted to help her fight. Naga must have heard her pleas! It was a strange item, shaped like an egg, crimson red like blood. And is that a closed eye? An odd trinket to say the least. Lyn quickly picked the item up, and as she admired the odd surface of the object, she was struck by one of the rocks that guts was dicing up. Lyn was a surprisingly hardy warrior, having traded blows with a mythic dragon, but the rock still packed an incredible punch as she was launched back far, until her body hit the opposite arena wall with a thump. most unfamiliar with Lyn's abilities would assume that she had died by the impact, but...no, she was still there. Much too injured to continue the fight, but still hanging on.
There Lyn lay, very, very far from the rest of the warriors, limp, as though dead. Her vision was hazy. Her breath was ragged, and came uneasy. She could feel herself bleeding profusely. In her heart, Lyn knew she couldn't last much longer. Now was the end...She quietly forgave her Grandfather. In her hand...the behelit was there. Covered in blood. The sky, which was previously a brilliant blue, began to change hue to a blackish red.
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Apr 8, 2015 12:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Kars on Apr 8, 2015 12:18:41 GMT -5
( Will be posting sometime today/tonight. )
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Apr 8, 2015 16:59:48 GMT -5
Post by Kars on Apr 8, 2015 16:59:48 GMT -5
The tarp would quickly find itself routed and directed toward the stand, it's form condensed then swept aside before it could soil the area surrounding the Wrath with it's presence. Quickly pointing his left hand at Gut's, the Wrath performs yet another spectacle of telekinesis. Without warning, an incredibly powerful impulse or eruption of telekinetic energy would soar toward Gut's, it's travel causing some of the stone tiles to violently uproot. Additionally, the Wrath expands the impulse or event, causing it to expand and become more wave like as the further it travels. Should Gut's fail to dodge or avoid the blast in some manner, he would find himself overtaken by it and slammed into the arena walls behind him. Additionally, the initial impact of the wave was sufficient to shatter stone rather easily.
The Wave like properties that the push eventually takes also makes it a threat to the others present. If they weren't wary or cautious of the situation, they also risk getting hit by said wave. Seeing as the Wrath was an experienced user of the technique, The wave wouldn't lose any of it's lethality as it went. As far as the change in the atmosphere was concerned, The Wrath seemed rather pleased. He could feel something terrible in the air and he knew a true challenge was beginning to brew.
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Apr 8, 2015 19:37:23 GMT -5
Post by hellohello on Apr 8, 2015 19:37:23 GMT -5
And for the briefest of moments, time itself stopped. And then the Behelit changed.
A single, huge, dark vortex appeared in the sky. A singular, swirling black hole. It appeared to suck away all light and hope with it's very presence, yet gave a slight glow around the edges, like faint moonlight. The environment of the coliseum twisted, morphed, changed into a new landscape that defied all logic. An endless space of staircases, platforms, and walls that seemed to go nowhere at all, twisting in on themselves like a sick Escher painting. An eerie silence settled over all, a silence so strong it seemed to quite literally suck the sound out of the air. And then, a woosh of gigantic feathers could be heard. A woman, naked to the world except for a pair of leathery black wings covering her appeared. She licked her lips and gazed over the assembled, smiling wickedly.
Slan (Temptation)
And then another sound could be heard, a high pitched cackling coming from the sky. Those who were there would look up to see a small, rotund creature, more of a face than anything else, sail downwards. This new creature came to a stop beside the woman, hanging upside down in mid air.
Ubik (Deception)
Another noise. A loud, deafening noise. Like a tuba, multiplied by a billion. The very 'ground' shook as another figure appeared, a large man with a puckered face and his hands clasped together. He gave a deep, hearty laugh and rested on one of the platforms, gazing down at them all. Conrad (Famine)
And then silence for this one. This one appeared. Just appeared. No trumpeting, no noise. Just a sudden existence. This man was clad in black armor, although it could just as well be part of his skin. He perched silently at the top of a flight of stairs, a small smile playing on his lips.
Femto (Pestilence/Gravity/Space)
And then a final noise. A terrible, yet great noise. A sound like a thousand damned souls crying out, but not in anguish. In praise. In praise of the final figure. This creature was tall. Very tall. A black cloak wrapped itself all the way around, and it nodded sagely at all those assembled.
Void (Fate) a The God Hand
The final creature spoke, it's thunderous voice ringing throughout all of eternity.
“We are the God Hand. We have descended. Lyndis, your desire for power has drawn us here. And you will have power, more power than you have ever had before. But first, we wait for the Sacrifice.”
Most of the God Hand, excluding the tall one, turned their gaze to the black swordsman. The woman, for lack of a better word, giggled and clasped her hands together.
"My my, Guts. Are you being sacrificed again? This seems to be a recurring theme for you."
Yagiyama was thrown back, far back, all the way to a back wall. He laid, there motionless, afraid to move in front of what he perceived as gods.
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