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Post by phantom on Jul 16, 2015 21:45:57 GMT
It was like Phantom could see Adell, for everything that he was, for everyone that he was. Not even the Primordial Bahamut and all his followers could grant him the strength to pull through to the very end of this fight. To say that Phantom’s presence didn’t dwarf over Adell’s was like saying that the Earth didn’t orbit the Sun. The comparison to the amount of power that Aylen’s body now possessed, well Phantom only had his hand inside Aylen’s back. If he desired it, Aylen could be turned into Phantom’s Avatar. For now, they both were now at an equal amount of strength. Any battle was a battle was a contest of wit, tactics, it was like playing chest; except at the end of the game you might lose something more than the game. Strength meant nothing if there was no mind directing it, there was no place here for Adell if he couldn’t use his mind as well.
Phantom watched Adell, it was like watching a comet pass through the cosmos, interesting. His foot unleashed a shock wave of pressure that moved towards him. His hands readjusted their grip on the gun blade and with it he pushed forward, the shadow cloak danced about in his movements. The blade was swung about to the right a shockwave of greater pressure washed over the other, however it was like two tidal waves that collided with each other. The smaller wave was destroyed yes, but the larger one toppled over itself and simply subsided back into the reaches of the universe. Phantom smirked when he closed the gap between himself and Adell, but when Phantom had closed the aforementioned distance there was a flash of steel. Phantom was both a martial artist of weapon and body. The Gun blade was on the ground and the air around them was pushed downward into the ground, the blades of grass dancing about as if they were trying to escape the force of the attack signaled this. The air with no place left to go traveled back up and against the downward current this created a spiraling effect, Adell was caught in the middle. Adell was trapped in the current that was growing in speed he was frozen in place locked in place by the air that was pushing against him in both directions. But while that happened Phantom had leapt back twenty meters and swung the blade from left to right creating a wave of air, and by the time it reaches Adell Phantom will find his way to the ground and readjust his grip on the gun blade. This was a simple wave of air; a wave that could pass through Adell and deal damage to his muscles. But why the muscles? It was simple, if Adell couldn’t use his muscles, than Adell couldn’t make any more attacks or attempt to harm Aylen. For now, it would and should be noted that the intensity of Phantom’s might had grown in Aylen, the darkness in the cloak had intensified the shadow began to move about on its own. The light from the mask began to emulate even brighter; tendrils of light began to shoot out into the surrounding area. This was non harmful.
To elaborate on the flash of steel, it was a downward swing and it came once Phantom landed on his feet. But it was just that a swing nothing more, no metaphysical tricks, no enhancements from the inner soul. That was pure physicality. Phantom had swung that blade so fast and mightily; the very draw of the cut had separated the very fabric of the reality. But what did that mean for Adell? It was very simple, if Adell failed to dodge it would be more than just a flesh wound. His very existence would be cut; it would be damage so that it could never truly heal. However when Phantom did swing that blade the blunderbuss drew in the force from the cut, but the trigger was not pulled. Blocking was not an option here, one of the many perks was that Phantom had employed here in Aylen was Unyielding Strength. And for those of you who don’t know what Unyielding Strength means is that blocking is not capable as the physical attack will just smash/cut/ignore the defense.
Phantom is Gaiken, Gaiken is one of his many Incarnations. Phantom is not Adell's direct friend, and only knows him through Gaiken. The cries of his name, was beginning to annoy him, it is what summoned him, and how he came to know that name is beyond him. He just wants him to stop running around screaming it, like it was his first word as a toddler.
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Post by Hero on Jul 20, 2015 0:07:58 GMT
Adell Illiandes Laemington was belligerent but by no means complacent. Cumulative years of experience and the brazen power of the Inner Eye allowed him to strategize in almost impossibly slight fractions of time, easily the God Dragon's most powerful weapon considering his repertoire. With the skills he had mastered, their effectiveness depended entirely on their application in properly given situations. Fortunately Adell, ever the maverick on the battlefield, had the opportunity to face someone who's power and skills matched evenly with his own (to some degree). Even a modicum of error meant utter defeat for either of them. Yet if Phantom were to judge Adell's facial expression or the wavelength of his beating soul, one would almost think he were oblivious to that fact. This the venerable Adell thrust himself into the throes of battle with nothing more than his bloodstained soul to carry his loud and boisterous demands. If Aylen didn't live up to his expectations, he'd regret it.
As his shockwave was toppled over by a shockwave of greater force, Adell paid absolutely no mind, and instead manifested me of the arms of kinetic force knitting itself in the atmosphere directly above Adell. Though invisible to the eye, the physical constructs had been creating themselves at Adell's will for some time, and the time for their use was approaching. Just as Aylen closed the distance, Adell prepared to reveal a glimpse of what was the true nature of his abilities.
Aylen's flash of steel was nothing more than an ordinary slash to a mind that processed everything at such an exceptional level. Gripping his left hand, a burst of gold engulfed his forearm that was swung concurrently with Aylen's swing. The result? Godhand, one of the "Seven Weapons of Luminaries" met head on with Aylen's swore. Technically speaking, with only one arm being swung upwards to halt the blade, it was impossible to stop Aylen's blade entirely...or so one would think. However, thanks to the Dragon's Gate, he was able to absorb the majority of the physical force that would have possibly been enough to do detrimental damage to Adell. That said, this also limited Aylen's ability to break the left Hand of God, and effectively stopped the blade in its tracks. The world around them exploded from the sheer force of their head-on collision...and that was merely the beginning of what Adell had to offer.
Contemporaneously occurring with his upward swing was his right fist that swung outward towards the center of Phantom's face. Engulfed in gold literally at the same time at the left hand, the Godhand roared forward, ether pumping profusely through his arm in a armor-breaking skill known as Shaze. The moment his fist collided with anything meant to guard or withstand the fist to any degree, it'd suffer unsustainable damage and be shattered on impact. The fist itself was nothing more than a catalyst for the second wave of pressure that would follow through his thick fist, which would simultaneously be followed by a third. Part of the Akasime discipline of Zenoushka Ryu, the fist itself acted first to strike the target and gather the durability of its defense, which would instinctively be followed by a second force of strength to break it, and a third to inflict damage on that which it sought to defend. Having temporarily halted, and in the exact same period of time, Adell sought to deal powerful damage in his area of expertise. Close quarters combat.
And depending on what Aylen had to offer it wouldn't end there, but he wouldn't throw all his cards on the table at once. While he hadn't unlocked the Dragon's Gate yet, he definitely didn't pass up on the opportunity to use its existence itself to absorb unreasonable physical power. Temporarily out of reach as a result (one turn), Adell's soul temporarily lost sight of the Dragon's Gate as of no consequence of course. All the tools he needed were within him already.
Whatever enemy Adell had called upon in saving Loki and otherwise baiting them, he wasn't sure, and nor did he care. The blood of battle was all that mattered to the God Dragon, and it was this monstrous nature that plastered his name across the stars as a threat. The opportunity to use his more renown skill sets seemed to be approaching. How far would Aylen make it before he crumble under pressure?
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Post by phantom on Oct 7, 2015 6:27:05 GMT
Impressive, simply impressive. ”He manifested constructs to block almost the entire force of Aylen's swing. And here comes the Left straight.” Phantom saw it coming, Aylen instinctively reacted to it and much to his surprise he was already sailing back twenty meters, was he hit? No, but Aylen felt the literal force from that punch, from behind the mask he was startled unable to make another attack. “Child, did the force of that attack startle you?” Aylen wielded that gun blade with one that was born of fear. “If that fist would have collided with my face, my mask, skull, would have been smashed. Why are there mean so powerful here in this universe? Why was I summoned here? I don’t belong here, I can’t fight him.” Phantom’s voice boomed through Aylen’s mind. “Kid you have the strength and tools; I’ve given them to you. All you have to do is fight, wait for a weakness he’ll expose it on his own.” Aylen nodded readjusting his grip that was born with confidence. The gun blade chimed with a resonation of sound to signal that it was ready to fire. “That’s the spirit kid, come on, you got a fight to win.”
The Light from his mask traveled back into its face, only for it to merge into it the very image of the mask only for it to begin vibrating its image into the air molecules. Aylen's fingers remained. "Time to borrow a technique from one of my incarnations..." The Shadowy Cloak that danced about like an animated flame began to drool over and cease movement. Void Light and Cosmological forces flooded the shade silk cloak, the void flame reanimated and began its dance. The Dance of Nothingness, it's image began to vibrate off of his frame. The Cyber Ninja's grip on the gun blade tightened, the grip of confidence became a defensive grip, a shinken stance. The blade was held out in front of him, his eyes settling on Adell's frame. Myriads of Void Light fell in torrents around Aylen's body. Influxes of a celestial aura filled Aylen's body and mind, The Celestial Weapon's spirit and soul ever present in Aylen. A buff that was enough for Aylen to finish battle Adell on a level playing field.
Aylen would gain a few more abilities with Phantom's new buff, Zenithed strength and Dark Matter Manipulation. Zenith from The Celestial Weapon, Aylen's eyes bubbled over with a will that was not entirely his own. "I probably should have come down there myself and punched this guy into next week myself. But that would require me to manifest myself onto this plane of existence." But Phantom knew that neither this world or any world would not be ready for him. "However that is a lot of work, I'd prefer to keep my existence on the down low. I don't need people worshiping me." For now Aylen settled in this defensive position. Choosing to remain outside Adell's range, at this distance Aylen could prosper freely and spread his wings into the air.
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Post by Hero on Oct 22, 2015 22:56:18 GMT
The antithesis of the Eternal Star, Adell Illiandes Laemington was an enigmatic legacy of fallen heroes — the Last Star, the very final light that shines in the collapsing darkness that claimed infinity as its trophy. Most could never comprehend how significant and impactful Adell's life really was. To even exist meant that he had to transcend any and all limiting factors that would have otherwise saw him dead. His strength didn't come from the Dragon's Gate, his supernal manipulation of ether, or even his enigmatic genealogy: it came directly from his will. The Tenko had forever immortalized himself so that not even a God could affect him, and all beings who claimed higher power would watch him walk the steps beyond their authority to a world they never thought existed.
This was the lost hero's power. Adell watched Phantom narrowly avoid being destroyed, and didn't pursue him in the least bit. This incarnation, being, existence, even with all of their power didn't possess the skill to match Adell in the least bit. The resplendent gauntlets vibrated the air around their silhouette, making any who took in their beauty question whether they even truly existed or not. The follow through of the force behind Adell's punch was far more powerful than Phantom may've initially predicted, and if he could feel it behind his mask, he could certainly feel it in that body of his, the vibrating waves of force consuming everything around them dully. The ground beneath Adell shattered and in that instant he lowered his arms and his guard. There was nothing Phantom could do from so far away that could pose any threat to the God Dragon.
The ribbons of force, whining violently, flowed downward from the sky into his arms, and then into his fists, dissolving altogether. What exactly Adell had in store for them was yet to be seen, but as Phantom prepared himself, Adell marched forward without much care, his look of vigilance casting uneasy tension across the battlefield. There was no God, weapon, or power that could break Adell. Only one force had ever been able to weather the storm and more, and he was a man as much as he was a terrible existence.
"Keep powering up and I'm going to beat your ass that much worse. Don't waste my time." Adell barked narcissistically.
Adell synchronized the wavelength of his internal ether with the world around him, and simultaneously heightened his awareness, activating the Control of Air Sphere that surrounded his presence. Phantom had one more chance to take the initiative before Adell took it upon himself to end everything. Something within the white-haired sage told him Phantom wasn't all out of tricks and still had much more to offer. Already Adell could see through Phantom's power and realized after their collision just what his weakness was.
"Last chance before I make my verdict." Adell yawned, twenty meters becoming ten over time.
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Post by phantom on Nov 17, 2015 2:01:10 GMT
Aylen's stance did not falter, hazel orbs focused on Adell's pathing. Out of the frying pan and into the flame, and from the flame to ash. "Who do you think are to judge me? Are you the master of Aether? The manipulator of all creation?" Aylen paused and from behind the veil of his new guise, the fulminating shadow dancing about the immediate vicinity of his frame. But from this shadow four volleys(12) of Lancers(Spear like Projectiles) burst forth, born from darkness that rivaled the nothingness of the abyss. Each had a fourteen-inch diameter, a seven-inch radius and a circumference of forty-three inches, each lancer was spread apart by four inches in a circular pattern. The length of the lancer hadn't actually been visible, but should the head find its target the spear will lodge itself in the victim and lengthen itself as it traveled through he or she. The second and third volley's were shot to the left and the right of the first, while the last volley was shot with a four-second delay behind the first three and this volley, was spread across the horizontal axis. But these lancers were not ordinary by any means, each spear was corrosive to touch and ate away anything, they destroyed energy and all forms of matter. It was worth noting that each lancer traveled faster than the spectrum of light.
Radiant Light left the mask and spread everywhere, but to what end? The purpose of this was more of a distraction, a distraction but still dangerous. The light burst forward in jet streams behind the volleys of shadow lancers, these were meant to fill the gap leaving no room for Adell to breath. The light's ferocity rivaled the heat of stars, the cosmological bodies that floated through the spatial realms. But while Adell would have to deal with this attack, Aylen was already prepared for the worst case scenario. Around his visage the spatial fabric thickened around his presence, a slight bubble that formed around his person. The spatial bubble was invisible to all sight, it could not be interacted with from the inside. "Come and show me, who you think you really are. Come on I'm waiting." Aylen was like a lion backed into a corner, and Adell was the poacher that stole his kill away. Today he would learn to stay away from the hunt. Aylen would lay it all on the table, his hand was still full of options and with the deck stacked in his favor he'd surely come out ahead.
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Post by Hero on Aug 6, 2016 0:50:45 GMT
"A wise man once said power is nothing but a number." Adell murmured underneath his breath, silent beneath the storm of their conflicting aura's colliding into each other repeatedly, each one relentlessly pursuing the total subjugation and obedience of the other. This was not the first time that The God Dragon had met in a battle nearing cataclysmic proportions, nor would it be his last, and it was atleast that much that he could ascertain upon approaching his enemy. They lacked the perseverance, the experience, but most importantly it was simply not his time. Were his indomitable will enough to tell the story of Adell Laemington's myth the world would not be able to exist in his presence— no, it wouldn't be able to exist at all. Nothing or no one in the entire cosmos could bear the weight that the ancient hero wore on his shoulders, yet he wore it with certainty, and with a punctual smile that would certainly send any enemy into a frenzy. Even as the shimmering twister of destructive energy twisted around the battlefield of which they fought, Adell knew no fear. The sole problem with Aylen's strategy was it's simplicity and desperation— Adell could see it in his heart, the attacks that he had began to conjure would never be enough to kill him, and his enemy knew that, which could mean only one thing: it was a distraction. From the critical details of the battlefield, it wasn't hard for Adell to pick up on just what Aylen was doing as he did it. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Adell roared before Aylen released the volleys of shadow, followed by streaks bursting streaks of light that seared through the air and threatened to rip the hick flesh from Adell's meaty bones. Speed was relative, even power, but in due sacrifice to one, the other could reasonably shatter all expectations. In show; Adell Illiandes Laemington was fast, but far slower than Aylen, this much was absolutely certain— however, Adell was far more powerful physically than Aylen, and this much was for certain. From their original encounter he had already calculated it— the reason Aylen was able to escape so nimbly and avoid the the power of Adell's fist smashing him into pieces was both his physical and mental agility. While Adell's mind was certainly as sharp as they came, his body lacked the agility to avoid attacks with such grace without the help of Do (The Way) which allowed his body to perform martial arts and physical maneuvers through sheer instinct and grace, without even a single thought from the mind. But the virtue of power was in it's other more overlooked accompaniment: velocity. Measured as a vector quantity, while speed is ignorant of distance velocity is one-directional and motivated by effort, and in the simplest of terms? Motivated by power. How did Adell achieve the ability to cross distances almost instantaneously? Power within his legs. The distance traveled by his fist? Power. The more power one had, the faster they would become in one individual direction. Of course, having power, again had its drawbacks: Adell would never be as fast, agile, or even have close to the speed that Aylen would ever have, and that was a drawback that most wouldn't stand to bear. — Were they not an imposing juggernaut and God of War such as Adell himself. The moment the final volley of spears were fired, Adell was gone. That's not to say he left the battlefield entirely, but his position ahead of Aylen walking forward hastily transitioned to a space far above Aylen. What was left, of-course, was a convincing and tenable afterimage that would soon bear the brunt of all of Aylen's assaults. Because Adell moved so painstakingly fast, the world where his afterimage remained collapsed under the pressure of his strength, and the ground for several hundred meters ruptured under the white-haired beast planting his feet and hurling himself into the sky with the pleasure of a thrill-seeking sky diver. Aylen didn't have much time to react, and Adell prayed to God that Aylen had more under his sleeves to prevent him from a shameful defeat. Tightening his fists together he cocked his right fist back and winked—before releasing a pressurized wave of pure physical force, though unlike the last, the velocity of the strike caused the shockwave to ignite and pretty much blow the whole world up underneath Adell with some much added reinforcement*. Everything for a hundred meters in every direction, of the shockwave's release (the explosion of Adell's original punch) and it's impact (the ground below) felt enough kinetic force to blow a hole through the moon, and the heat was enough to almost become plasma itself. However, the God Dragon wouldn't stop there. The release of his fist's power was enough to shoot him further into the sky, several miles high into the sky infact, where he clenched his hands together and brought the internalized ether into the palm of his hands. "You know what happens next right?!" *the ribbons of mushin ryuu, two turn charge.
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Post by phantom on Nov 2, 2016 19:20:52 GMT
Aylen couldn't help but stand still and with his already fragile mind, he began to snap. Between his programming and this new being who forcefully entered the man's body Aylen mind state fell apart rather quickly. Something primal awoken in Aylen's essence and it was hungry for destruction. The power suit, the abyssal cloak, and the mask all of which were possessed by the Phantom had fled from his body. There was no apparent change in Aylen's physical appearance but the ambiance, the air, the vibe all of which Adell could very well feel became incredibly heavy. That force which was flung at him was greeted by a single hand but as it crashed against his right hand and pushed Aylen into the ground creating a crater where he stood. Aylen with the invisible force in his hand began to walk out from the crater only to reach the top and look up at Adell with white eyes. An aura composed of red, black and abyssal purple hues surrounded Aylen. His hair began to dance in the burning aura, his left hand balled into a fist. However, the darker half of Aylen's mind saw an opportunity it appealed to the being promising it the destruction it craved, the programming merged with this primal essence. "You know what happens next right!?" The force which was flung at Aylen was compressed between his palms until it was nothing left but energy dispersed back into the universe. For some reason Aylen began laughing, the kindhearted boy Adell was fighting was gone and replaced with this monster. The Programming was present. "Who knew the boy held this much power inside him!" The programming spoke its voice reverberating. "I have to say! You pushed the boy to his limits, I have to thank you both! The Phantom Diety, and the Warrior who called him out." The cloak, the suit of armor and the mask seemed to be laying on the floor. The Phantom who was distraught with the events unfolding before his very eyes. In a way he caused this, he ushered the child into battle without knowing the consequences. "Is this the part where you try to end it one final blow?! CAUSE I CAN ASSURE YOU! THIS IS FAR FROM OVER." The naked vessel took a step forward launched himself up towards Adell closing the distance rather quickly. Trading speed for power? No this was an equal amount of both. When he closed the distance he slammed his hand into the ball of ether which he had taken so much time gathering. The energy seemed to disperse back into the universe as the fist slammed into it. The fist continued looking to smash into Adell's solar plexus, should it connect the collective of The Programming's chi will explode through Adel's body. The Programming continued his assault leaving no interlude in his eulogy of destruction and slammed his fist into Adell's head, however, his knee was lifting and preparing to smash into Adel's head at the same time that the fist. Should both connect a devastating explosion of chi followed. The Programming continued, grabbing the man by the scruff of his hair and tossing him into the air. The Programming followed him quickly positioning himself to Adell's belly. He pulled his legs forward and wrapped his arms around them, his legs were used to trap those arms in an iron claw grip. The moment the grip was in place The Programming drove them both down towards the ground. His intent? To tombstone Adell into the planet below. They continued to gather speed, a jet stream of flames formed at the tip of Adell's head. The Programming's collective of chi, gathered around them forming a perfect sphere of energy.
"TAKE THIS!" "WORLD BREAKER'S TOMBSTONE!"
The moment Adell connected with the ground a crater formed several miles wide and deep with a thermonuclear explosion. A flaming mushroom cloud filled erupted from the point of contact. The surrounding area would be turned into a flaming wasteland, the blood of the planet was everywhere. Magma turned to lava as it slowly began to flood the crater. The Program stood up, looking around at the destruction he caused and felt satisfied. He turned to look at Adell who was being overtaken by the planet's blood. His body was overwhelmed by the aura again. "Hahahahahahaha..." Was all that left his lips. "It was fun while It lasted..." The Program felt his heart beat and with it his entire being, Aylen somehow still had the strength to fight the program for control over his body. The cloak, the power suit, and the mask flung themselves onto Aylen's body in an attempt to suppress the mighty strength. Soon after what seemed like minutes the boy gained control over his body. The flaming cloak returned to that sea of red, the boy sauntered away from the battlefield in a state where he seemed to be detached from reality.
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