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Post by Zaltos Kiraxo on Nov 25, 2015 4:53:23 GMT
So i'm the new guy here and i'm extending an open challenge. I see a lot of familiar names and i'm hoping all those names are the people I remember from a few years ago.
Anyways, T1 Eden's Era. Don't care where the setting is. Whoever accepts will pick who posts first and who creates the setting.
Don't know what else to say. Been a year since I had an honest T1 fight.
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Post by Anshin on Nov 25, 2015 23:41:21 GMT
Around here if you're looking for a fight you go ahead and write the intro post and toss it out there. I'm sure someone will respond to you.
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Post by Zaltos Kiraxo on Nov 26, 2015 2:18:31 GMT
Sounds good to me.
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Post by Zaltos Kiraxo on Nov 26, 2015 3:58:14 GMT
Red sand stretched for hundreds of miles, forming thousands of large sand dunes across the land. The winds carried sands, forming small ripples and waves over the lands. The closer the desert grew to the evening, the stronger the winds would become and the cooler the air would get. At it's current point, it was the afternoon and four hours of daylight remained.
The desert lands seemed to have two suns, but in truth there was only one sun. The bright orange sun was much closer to this planet than any normal planet with life could handle. With such a close range, the Sun used to red sands like a mirror to make another red sun appear in the sky. This Sun would also create extremely high temperatures, but somehow the winds seemed to keep the planet cool enough to prevent destruction.
As another side effect of the Sun that was somehow ineffective on these deserts was the Gravity. The planet was huge, but it spun in space at the exact speed of Earth, carrying a centrifugal force that was supported by a Magnetic Core that only had one pole. This Magnetic Pole had the same core structure as the Sun. This seemed to keep the planet in a perfect circular orbit around the Sun.
Gravity was twice the amount of Earth's, meaning if you weigh one hundred pounds on Earth, you now weigh two hundred pounds. Only the strong would dare roam a desert land such as this. Red sands, white sky, and orange Sun; these seemed to be the only colors available is the forsaken land. Many would wonder why such a planet exists if unable to sustain any natural humanoid or AI life for one entire day.
Everything in this universe has a reason and this planet was no exception. What many viewed as a planet was more or less a giant incubator for something. Whatever it was, it was coming to life now. A power that any religion would deem as the devil and any government would deem an extreme threat. The power seemed to be a beacon that called out to any warrior within the realm that was capable. Only when the warrior arrived would the reason for this planet reveal itself.
(Mind you, it's been awhile since i've actually done this. I've done some Roleplaying, but I slacked off in it. Hence why I am so glad to have found this place.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 5:35:08 GMT
>The travel of the Soul Assassin.<
Senko nodded her head back and forth to the beat of the capsule she was traveling within. The tunes of the radio boomed loudly through out the small pod like structure. Unheard by the vacuum of space, the sound waves spun round n' round her mind. She was in a good mood, that normally stoic or chaotic state was replaced by that of a sing songy, dance attitude and it was one of her favorites.
'And I love myself~'
She sang to herself. Her legs sat at the ankle upon the pretty much useless steering wheel due to the auto pilot of hyper intelligence. Those propped up limbs were crossed at the shin; black tights that streamed directly up that matching skirt adorned the perfect appendages. All of which was topped off by black, normal shoes. Senko's torso wore that of a red and black sailor's outfit, without the hat to constrain her long, shoulder length hair.
The pod was moving at insane speeds, un-affected by the resistance due to the composition of the small ship, but flames erupted around it as she broke into the atmosphere of the distant planet. No planet was too distant for that of Senko. She mainly traveled to spiritual realms to investigate long lost souls, but this one terrain was something she enjoyed. Why? So, much solar energy...and energy? was what Senko loved to be around. A hot planet or in the middle of a war zone, both adequate enough for Senko to catch a sun tan or charge or even...a meal.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
Her ship touched down on the soil, leaving large waves of dirt and dust erupting on either side. She didn't bother trying to look out of the window of the pod. She was too busy jamming out to her favorite song. Her head nodding up and down still, snapping her fingers as she grooved left to and right. Don't let that fool you. She wasn't in a good mood, nor was she in a bad mood. Senko didn't feel things of that nature. Senko only felt three things; Rage, Serenity, hungry. Exaggeration? Maybe, but the other emotions weren't seen enough to be put on that list. Regardless, coming to a stop. The music suddenly cut off.
'Fucking hell...that was my jam...'
Shaking off that brief wave of rage she stepped out of the carrier. The sun beaming down upon her frame, before not reflecting, but seemed to swirl about an invisible to -normal eyesight- veil that this over bearing, lady in white cast over her with just her own figure. She knitted a ball of light blue yarn, of which crept up and down Senko's body here and there. She had been trained in higher tiers of gravity, so, that wasn't a problem. She still felt as light as a feather. The heat never got a chance to reach her in that form that is. Converted almost instantly into the veil and transferred. Split twice, one into Senko and one into the female of ivory.
That's when she sensed the other being here. He wasn't but, a few yards away. An easy distance to cross for Senko, but she had other things to do. She leaned against that of the pod, and began to devour a bag of delicious small fruits. Senko was practically drooling over the assortment of sweet, healthy fruit. She didn't need this as a food source, she devoured souls. Though, she recently had eaten. This was just a quick snack, before she strolled over to take the delicious occupation of the male's body. That succulent spirit. She was eager, but wasn't going to move just yet. Those eyes watched him, with nothing but a cute and innocent look.
That's when it happened.
She awoke. That lady surrounding her looked up and suddenly a bright shower of ivory lights erupted from her frame for only a moment. The illumination simmered down and her battle form was achieved. Standing at 5'8 rather than 5'3, brunette instead of black hair. Storm grey eyes got lighter. Her body became more defined, muscle toned, and prominent. Her outfit had changed to where, she had blue fabric/ metal gauntlets, shinguards and boots. A mid thigh high leather suit that exposed her sports bra and tanned mid-section. The golden energy swirled around that of the white veil with a fierce velocity. A slow pace was picked up as she approached the male with very slow steps.
Her heart rate began to speed up. She could feel the blood rushing through her entire embodiment of pure beauty. That was when it completely slowed, a rosy color filling her cheeks and her eyes glazed over. It appeared she had either just smoked a really good joint, or she was completely drunk. Her movements were sort of slinky and loose. Despite her sculpted bodies appearance. She would even give a soft giggle hear and there. Her nunchaku began to glow as well; that and the shadow beneath her feet began to slowly rotate around her feet with each step, both whispering those sweet nothings within her mind. She was on fire. Ready.
"I just want to talk to you.." Berserk was hungry.
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Post by Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 3, 2015 6:21:23 GMT
The Arrival The time had come for the planet to produce the life in had incubated for thousands of years. The presence of the warrior nearing the planet would allow the being to final be free and regain the power he once held over a universe in a completely separate realm. The arrival of this being would be missed by Sanko as she passed through the atmosphere due to the insignificant arrival it had.
The scenery of the planet would remain consistent if nothing was occurring. Despite such pitiful entry with no real flare, the actually close up arrival was magnificent. Slowly, a large fiery feather would climb from the sand like a plant growing in dirt. Following behind this fiery feather was a multitude more. As they revealed themselves, one could tell that they were wings.
After what appeared to be a join in the wings rose above the ground, the fiery wings would begin to fold. Their movement seemed to indicate that they were preparing to cover something as it rose from the sands. As the winds blew, they’d reveal feathers that were a glossy crimson red. The fiery wings stood by themselves as an epitome of fire, a universal symbol for the Phoenix.
The joint in the wings that they pivoted on began to rise while the wings tips graced the sand with a gentle stroke, leaving a small fire that stood for three seconds with nothing seeming to feed it. A few minutes later, the wings had formed an egg like formation. The feathery shell made of wings revealed absolutely nothing of what was inside.
The Stance It was wise for someone to be prepared, standing before the unknown; especially when something seemed to draw you to the desolate hell hole of a planet. The heat that the wings radiated seemed to make the air around it within a three foot span quite a bit hotter than it was already. This heat would grow over the span of the fight; this small span of heat was only the beginning.
The wings would begin to slowly expand, no longing having a solid egg look. The movement seemed to be taking their time, only one feather parting from another every seven seconds. This would go on for about three minutes. The wings remained nigh impenetrable even as they began to part.
A sound echoed from the wings that sounded much like a powerful rifle. The wings were still around the being, but neither wing rested on the other now. When the wings began to reveal the being within, they seemed to move in an exaggerated motion that had it’s purpose. When looking directly at the wings, the tips would rise from the sand and up the center of the beings body. The beings body would be revealed from toe to head.
His feet were about twelve inches in length and had a wide base. They were a black color, appearing as if it was scarred with imprints of armor on it. Despite the color and imprints, they were bare and black. Rising from his feet to his shins and calves one would see that the black and imprints continued up his large calves that looked like a large diamond beneath the skin and his shin that definitely had a thicker mass of muscle to protect the bone than most. This muscular build that was decorated with blackened skin imprinted with armor styling continued up his thighs. Even his manhood was bare for the moment, dangling as if he knew no better.
When reaching the abdominal region, the blackened skin would stop. The skin carried a lighter tint, nearly pale, for the moment. His abdominal was decorated with eight large muscles instead of six. Even with the color change, the skin still seemed to have an imprint of armor in it.
When the wing tips reached the neck to reveal the upper torso, Senko would notice the pectoralis major muscles that added more lust to his finely toned nude body. A noticeable feature within the center of the beings chest was The All-Seeing Eye of God(Triangle with a circle in the middle of it). Inside the triangle was a Phoenix that flaunted the Eye of Ra for the only eye available on its sideways head. Three mighty symbols that were used by many galaxies that all seemed to have the same basic definition despite the light-years inbetween.
The shoulder and biceps supported the build of the chest, having perfect muscular symmetry like the already visible body. The muscles all seemed to fit together perfectly like a puzzle. Every armor indent flexed with the muscle as if it was actually present. Every visible part of the body mimicked that of an Angel’s that was perfectly crafted in the hands of the gods.
His forearms and hands were no different. They flowed with the imprinted muscular body, leaving no muscle shy of being lusted for. In the middle of his forearms his skin reverted back to the blackened color. Despite the initially rough look, as the blackness reached his hands, his skin seemed to take on a marbleized look; hands that were so soft and muscular that could send a sense of Nirvana into ones body under the right circumstance. These hands carried the muscle build of battle, but the factor of lust with the skins silkiness.
Finally, the beings head was revealed. His jaw was well built, not too slim and not too wide. His lips were slightly puffed out with a crimson color, lips that the majority of human found perfect for kissing and caressing. His eyes had only the slightest of slits, just enough that the ice blue iris’s would brighten and become subdued with the appearance of intimidation and seduction by the false darkening that looked like a fine line of eyeliner. His black eyelashes were a medium thickness with full length, only adding to the seductive factor in his eyes. Above the eyes, the eyebrows were a dark brown with red highlights. These eyebrows were full, but not bushy, adding to the look of the eyes.
The beings hair was short and brown with a natural red highlight, but the shortness was all part of his look that seemed to crave attraction. The top of his head was adorned by hair that was about half an inch in length that stood tall; this length of hair ran down the back of his, eventually forming into a point at the top of his neck. The hair on the sides of his head was short, maybe one-seventh of an inche in length. The short hair would carry the edge and outline of the hairstyle, outlining the crown piece. His sideburns that stopped where the base of his ear started on his jawline where formed into the icepick style, having a sharp point instead of a straight line across. This fine edging on the sideburn was demonstrated all around the head, a perfect edge and not one hair longer than the other on his head.
Now the wings were fully apart and the being was revealed. The wings seemed to shoot outwards, leaving a few flares of fire behind them with their explosive movement. His body was quick to follow the wings movement, but with a much more subtle speed in as the being took his stance.
The beings left foot began to slide backwards, dragging his toes halfway through the sand as he did. As the left leg began to move, his right leg would begin to bend till it reached a seventy degree angle. The being seemed to dig his heel into the ground, keeping his sole barely touching the ground and his toes curled up. This foot was positioned as a foundation for the form still being capable of a swift strike or evasion.
As his right leg planted itself in it’s position, the left foot would come to halt. The sole of his left foot would plant itself in the sand with the tips of his toes as if he was grabbing the ground with his foot. His heel would remain about three inches off the ground, allowing the being the capability to pivot or push backwards in a snap; the left foot seemed to take the role of a spring.
While the lower torso was shifting itself into a strong and nimble position, the upper torso was doing it’s part to fall in line an support the lower torso to allow for optimal movements in combat. As the uppertorso was lowered by the movement of the lower torso, the right side of the being would shift forward slightly, placing the focus of his weight onto the ball of his right foot for balance. This movement took about 4”-6” off of the beings natural height.
The right shoulder would raise to protect the right side of the beings head while the rest of his arm took it’s place in front of him. The right arm would stick out, having a slight bend in the elbow that put the arm at a 160 degree angle. The elbow seemed to point in a southeast position to the body that placed the right side of the forearm towards Senko.
His right hand wouldn’t exactly close into a fist. The hand seemed to remain partially open. The fingers were bent inwards, placing the fingertips exactly one inch from the center of his palm. The man could quickly form a fist or open his hand to deflect a strike. As the hand raised, one could take notice a glisten on the blackened nails tips, revealing an abnormality to them that would only be revealed in close enough combat.
The left side of the body didn’t seem to move as the right side pushed forward a bit. The left shoulder rose to protect the right side of his head the best it could. His elbow came to a complete bend as he moved it to a position about six inches from his ribcage. This position used the bicep to protect the left side of his uppertorso while placing his left hand three inches from his left cheek. The left hand took the exact same form as the right, not open, but not closed.
To finish the bodily part of the stance, the being would lower his head to tuck his chin in. While doing so, this also placed his head in a position that was more protected by the shoulders while allowing him room to bob his head around when in a close range hand to hand fight.
A pulse of sunlight ran across the beings body, making sure to outline every muscle in it’s wake. The sunlight pulse first emitted on his right elbow and pinky before make it’s way across the body as if it was alive. Once the sunlight pulse passed off the left side of his body, his skin seemed to look like it had been waxed; much healthier than it’s dry look moments ago. It would seem as though the Sun has some effect on the being, but other than the skin that just changed, one would not be able to notice it at this point.
The large fiery wings that spanned almost twenty feet would move. The right wing would fully extend in an angle that positioned it sixty degrees from his spine. The wing carried the fire as it had since the first step, but the sunlight also created a ring like pulse that stretched from his should till it vanished off the tip of the wing.
As for the left wing, it would partially fold in. The joint of the wing would point upwards was the tip levitated twelve inches of the ground six feet behind him. This wing was ready to react, but it’s use was more to push the being forward if he needed to use it, unlike the right wing that could be used to give an extra push backwards in an emergency.
The being seemed to radiate in the sunlight, much more than the normal mortal. In his stance, the more the Sun focused on him, the more his armor imprinting was visible. The indents seemed to reflect like small grains of glass on his skin. Needless to say, it wouldn’t be hard to see that the being was fed by light, especially by the Sun.
His energy was confusing. The energy that one could sense from the being was righteous and filled with Light. Somewhere within this range of Light energy that fueled him was a strand of darkness. This strand seemed minute, but somehow it seemed to control the Light energy like a puppet. Anyone who senses magic or energy would have no idea whether he was truly evil or if he was good. Was this the evil presence that was put out in the beacon?
His blue eyes would thoroughly examine the woman, taking in better glimpses of her ‘finer attributes’. He looked up the woman with a lust that could be seen in his eyes by the way his facial expressions came about. A small smirk crossed his face as he first took notice of her hips before it barely twitched upon noticing the outlining of her breasts beneath her blouse. Before finally locking eyes with the woman, he’d take a good look at the smooth skin of her neck, admiring the delicate glimmer the skin carried in the sunlight. Just like his body that radiated the essences of seduction and intimidation, his eyes cast the same look; but as his eyes landed upon Senko’s, they seemed to carry a more seductive look that was at it’s finest with the glisten of his white teeth that shown from behind his parted crimson lips that were carrying the smirk.
“Then let us talk. A man would be a fool to turn down the chance to hear your lovely voice…” He whispered, carrying a soft, yet deep tone; something that added to the lure of himself.
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Post by Anshin on Feb 15, 2016 6:35:00 GMT
Long ago Anshin had surrendered her true name to the path of the Masterless Man. In exchange the Path had transformed her into the warrior spirit made manifest, now her life was comprised of one long journey in search of true power only occasionally broken by those brief moments when she paused to visit the world of men, but just as her name had been away so too was Anshin destined to drift away at a moment’s notice. And when that capricious woman left all what she left in her wake were legends, sometimes heroic and sometimes villainous, but always chaotic…
Every so often a bright eyed youngster broke away from the pack and tried to follow in her footsteps. Usually Anshin slowed her journey to observe them and if they were truly lucky she would share a few of the lessons she had learned over her long life. Almost invariably these students drifted away, the Path was not so simple a thing undertaken and many of them surrendered to the simplicity of mundane life when the stress became too much for them to handle, the worst of them were seduced by the dark arts and the easy answers that they provided. Those ones required her to take action. In the end it was only a matter of time before the Eternal Star was alone once more, shedding emotions like disappointment and loneliness in the same way that a serpent could shed their skin, overtaken by the serenity of the Path until such a time when she returned to the world.
On this day the Path carried her through Aethera State, emptied in the wake of a recent war. Perhaps that is was why the massive interstellar incubator had gone unnoticed. Disguised as a red desert world beset by hot sands, poorly disguised at that, in such a way that anyone with the ability to detect power would be invariably drawn towards the world. The environmental details meant little to the Eternal Star, her body having long since adapted itself to survive the harshest environments that the ‘Verse had to offer, thus a negligible increase in gravity and an extra tick of heat did little to stall her. She sat on the edge of a cliff with her legs dangling over the face and her hands splayed behind her, gaze cast to the stars while her mind’s eye took stock of the artificial world. A blade carved from red wood hung over her shoulder, five feet long with an edge that gleamed in the dull warm light of the orbiting star, but she was otherwise unarmed.
There were no armies left to greet the interstellar egg but there were warriors. Those mighty few who had not fled in the wake of the Aesirian Genocide and now called the plot of dead space home; at least until the next carcass to feed upon presented itself. Many of them were lingering just behind the veil of while watching this world with hunger in their gaze but none dared to part that curtain just yet. As delectable a trap as the egg may have been to those bloodthirsty savages they had all come to respect the Eternal Star, insomuch as their kind could ever respect anything. Until Anshin relinquished her claim on this world they would not act. Or until she was near death and their chance to steal the throne emerged.
In the meantime they watched one of those aforementioned students rose to the challenge. One Senko Ryuusei the Second who teetered on the verge of chaos and order, a young impressionable mind with entirely too much talent at her fingertips and the taste of blood on her tongue. They had met in a realm more populated than this one and during that time she had expressed some degree of empathy and so had won over the furious youngster, but now that they were in the depths of space the mask of humanity had been shed. Without an audience to entertain her personality was less bombastic, her expressions often bland and given to cold stares, and like a child with a particularly unresponsive parent Senko had slowly but surely begun to act out for attention. Now she had rushed headfirst into her doom against what by all appearances was something of a reborn god or ancient evil, possibly both given how order and chaos seemed to meld together within this interstellar phoenix, whatever he was he probably could have done with a better sense of aesthetics though.
Anshin herself was a simple creature that walked in the body of a six foot plus Chinese woman. Her skin was as smooth and white as porcelain, her red lips thin before a set of sharp teeth, and crimson gaze apathetic. White hair fell down her back in straight locks until they reached the small of her back where they began to descend into curled waves that eventually bunched up tightly just below the waistline; the tips had been dipped in a vibrant red and seemed to writhe with a life of their own. Her outfit was a simple Wuxia uniform afforded to those who trained in the old ways, the black top buttoned up close and rolled at the sleeves to expose powerfully muscled forearms with clawed digits and coattails that fanned out beside her. Visions of golden dragons in flight had been sown into the length of her shirt. She wore white pants that ended just above the ankle and her shoes were more akin to black slippers. It was an archaic outfit that drew jeers from flashier fighters from the new generation but it was hers…
A hint of irritation flashed across her face. Senko had just frozen up in the face of the reborn god and now it seemed like she was in danger of losing her life in the very first strike. This would not normally invoke a reaction from Anshin but it seemed the girl would fall not because of a lack of skill but from simple jitters.
With a thrust of her hips and a push of her feet against the cliff face Anshin disappeared, leaving a delayed explosion in her wake. By the time the red desert split in two divergent waves the Eternal Star already stood between Senko and the black-white phoenix whose gaze was both unbecoming and perverse, her right profile exposed to the being and right arm extended before her in a clenched fist, meanwhile her left hand had folded behind her back and her feet had slid themselves shoulder-width apart. For a moment she almost seemed irritated, eyes descending into slits and a hiss akin to a serpent rising up in her throat, then it was gone.
“I apologize for the inconvenience,” Anshin said in a very dry voice, sand beginning to rain down around them. “Since the student isn’t ready for this challenge yet how about you face the master.” Unlike the reborn god Anshin radiated no power, even a farmhand had more presence than she, and yet there was something ominous about the way the astral parted in her wake. “What is your name?”
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Post by Zaltos Kiraxo on Oct 21, 2016 1:49:22 GMT
((Bah, I just read what I wrote before and it was crap. I promise a much more legible writing in the progression of this fight.)) "I do not care who it is that fights me... All I care about is their life force... When this is done, I will be complete to walk this realm to rid it of any gods that plague it. I am Zaltos Kiraxo, Pharaoh of the Phoenix Imperium..." The man spoke in his deep tone once again. The winged man of fire made no attempt to stray from his position, instead preparing himself for the fight ahead of him. Without stray from his muai-thai stance, the fiery wings would begin to fall apart and move as if a gust carried them. An ash was created in the corruption of his fiery wings, an ash that carried the power of the Phoenix and made way for the Solarplexis of Zaltos. What happened when the ash hit the Solarplexis was interteresting, spreading over his body like a plague. From all aspects, it appeared the new power's body was turning to ash as streams of fire crawled over his body like strands of lightning. What ash did not immediately pass from the wing and onto the body, swirled around him, creating a small vortex that was half ember and half ash. If someone was to come in contact these ashes, they'd find them surging with the heat of the Phoenix, offer a defiance of physical attacks in both the celestial and mortal plane until they vanished. The markings on Zaltos's body were now outlined by the small strands of fire amidst the cracked ashen skin, giving him an almost molten look from a distance. The ashes would continue to funnel into the mans body, the ashes darkening as more funneled in, till they all vanished, leaving the air around him as it was and the ash in a coal black color. The work of the ashes was visible on the form they bound to, the armor outline had raised from beneath his skin, taking its form from the ash. The ashen updates made him look like he was fully armored in an Egyptian fashioned armor. The actual armor was hard to detail due to the large flakes of ash, but the form was for certain there, and the glowing symbols looked like hieroglyphics. Now the question to Anshin would be forced to ask was whether there was actually someone still standing there or had a man of ash formed? Even in this ashen form, the man's blue eyes stared at Anshin. The figure didn't move a single muscle or blink for that matter. What could be felt was the energy that was starting to surge on the outside of the ashen figures form, signalling that this was just the start of something greater in the works; charging for the real surprise that awaited Anshin, as the ash figure wouldn't strike first. A voice rang in the head on Anshin, "Embrace the Phoenix and I promise this will be less painful..." ((He is currently an ash version of this, minus the sword.)
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Post by Anshin on Oct 23, 2016 21:20:47 GMT
Anshin watched Zaltos shift from one form to the next in silence. When the deed was done the thing that stood before her was more approximation than man, shaped from ash and swirling in a storm of it, as though the reborn god had crumbled before her very eyes and she was left staring down the aftermath. Given that she’d only just met Zaltos the transformation meant very little to her, perhaps this was what he was always meant to be or perhaps this was just the beginning of a trend and he would continue evolving as the fight went on, until she had knew more it mattered little.
But…
“Unfortunate,” Anshin’s tone was a monotone bludgeon. “That this realm has been scraped clean by the Platinum Prince and his army. There are no gods left.” Her head canted to one side as she thought. “None save for the King of Eternal Night who sits upon his Throne of Skulls. But you’ll have to find him first and to that end your guess is as good as mine.”
Anshin assessed the man of ash nonetheless. The swirling storm was a minor irritant when set before her supernatural senses. She could feel the heat radiating from each individual grain and though heat had little effect on a dragon the trap was clear. The man inside, as ill formed as he was, had a form that was only vaguely familiar to her. The make of his ashen clothes resembled old Terran Egypt, an aesthetic that was rare amongst warriors, and though he appeared armored there were unseemly gaps that made her question the logic of it. But then again she wore no armor at all save for those black gauntlets that scrawled up her forearms and she felt confident in her defense, it would be foolish to expect any less from him, Zaltos clearly felt the same or else he would be charging her.
“A phoenix? That explains a lot…” Whether he had intended it or not Zaltos had told her much in those few brisk sentences, not only of his identity but of his mental state. “A pleasure to meet you. I am Anshin, the Dragon with a Thousand Wings, and you are my prey.”
Anshin had dealt with immaterial enemies before. She had dealt with logia formed from the elements themselves and with divine monsters who thought themselves beyond taking a physical form. For the most part she looked down on creatures like that, they flew their banner in the face of her own personal philosophy which saw power as a never ending journey into the depths of one’s soul, to that end spreading oneself to the ether was wasted energy. She wasn’t quite sure if Zaltos was that yet but there was only one way to find out. Without leaving her stance Anshin merely opened her right hand and turned the palm to face Zaltos. What followed was a wave of invisible force, not terribly unlike a blast of ki save for the fact that it contained no energy signature to call its own, empty power in the form of raw kinetic energy ballooned invisibly before her as it made its way towards the Phoenician. Given how fast Anshin had made her approach it should have come as no surprise that even a move as simple as that delivered more force than a warhead, when it hit the ground before Zaltos it would shatter earth and form a crater, the aftermath more than enough to slap the violent storm of ash backwards.
But more important was what it would do to Zaltos himself, for that answer she could only wait.
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Post by Zaltos Kiraxo on Oct 26, 2016 3:03:06 GMT
The ashen figure showed no sign or intent to move from where he stood at the moment despite Anshin raising her palm to release an energy that created a void in the atmosphere, hiding it from simple senses. Most would only sense if they could pick up on an energy, not sleuth through the energy for what wasn't. Still, without fear, the being stood there awaiting what was to come.
The energy created by the blast would create a draft around the blast as it arrived in Zaltos's range, a draft that would pull the ash around it and give it the proper timing to duck into the sand as the blast hit the ground. Visually, the form would disappear in the the debris, nowhere to be seen as the air cleared. What would set off Anshin's senses was the energy signature that remained in the area, unaltered by the blast. The center of the energy would move around at area, pulling on Anshin's senses, trying to keep her mind at work.
Ashes moved through the red sands, using the red grains as cover. The ash would find Anshin, crawling up her feet like a vine, and attempting to make its way up her legs without touching her skin. Without skin contact, the ash would be impossible to feel. In the distance, while the ashes crawled up her form, a figure was forming from the remainder of the ashes not directed for Anshin. The same figure that stood earlier, now stood again, but this time he stood up and had his right arm extended. With his palm up towards the sky, he held a small fire, no bigger than a candles.
"It is good to know the mortal realm is safe from the gods... now it is time for the titans to fall before they take the thrones that the gods once sat in." Zaltos spoke in a grim tone, "Does the dragon think its maw can handle the Phoenix? Ashes I was born, and to ashes I will fall. What you should ask yourself now that I am your prey; Can the dragon sustain the fires of the Phoenix?"
Serious magic and mental games were at work; things that could easily be connected to a Phoenix. Right now a simpler game of attention grabbing was at work, wanting to keep Anshin's mind focused on him. Every second he could muster up from the visual and mental distraction would put him one step further. So far it had been easy to keep her focused on his physical presence, but like himself, he knew Anshin was no common opponent, especially with the capability of her blast.
"I must applaud your bravery though, you would have made a fine warrior for the Phoenix Imperium. That power would be a strong weapon against those who opposed freedom, justice, and prosperity for the mortal realm." Zaltos continued, being sarcastic, but honest at the same time, prodding just a bit more at Anshin.
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Post by Anshin on Oct 28, 2016 2:20:05 GMT
Anshin watched Zaltos with the same dispassionate look that had been on her face from the start. She was not capable of passion in this state, only cold observation and calculated reactions. As such it was hard to tell if she was impressed with his riposte or not…
But first thing’s first.
Her energy blast had done its job well. The cloud of ash that had been gathering around Zaltos had been dispelled with relative ease as had the man himself. He had taken to the ground in his retreat which told her a great many things, that he was not immune to physical force but that his segmented body could survive disconnected from itself. She saw each granule of ash as it was whipped about in the wake of her mighty strike before diving into the desert below, and she saw the invisible strings that pulled them from behind the scenes gaining color by the second.
But more than anything else she saw that the Phoenix was underestimating the Dragon.
‘You wound me.’ She said in the back of her mind. Anshin had watched Zaltos’ rebirth from half a planet away and had still reacted in a timely manner. Compared to that feat tracing Zaltos’ retreat into the sand was child’s play, when he disappeared from sight it made sense that he would try to attack her from below, but she followed the individual grains on their journey nonetheless and watched as they hit the base of their path and curved upwards to snatch her from behind. Her mind raced with possible reactions, a thousand possibilities fanned out beside her, some positive and some negative but in that moment, she chose the simplest of all.
She took a step back.
Her shoes were black slippers and her pants legs came to a stop when they bunched up just above her ankle which in turn left several inches of exposed flesh that would have foiled the attempt to circumvent her senses even if she weren’t capable of mental mapping the world around her. But alas it was not to be, Anshin was not keen on being touched by the ash both for the unknown qualities they possessed and the unknown qualities they might have drawn from her, he hadn’t earned that much yet. She slid her forward leg and allowed it to join its companion ankle to ankle. The move should have pulled her no more than six inches away from the attempt but she stood a solid three feet from the furthest emergent grain of ash, one arm pulling free from her back and sweeping before her body. Just as before the result was an invisible wave of energy, visible only in the way it displaced the world around her as it brushed the ash from her doorstep.
As of yet he had not attacked her. When she’d seen him assume the traditional Thai stance she’d been hopeful but so far he’d simply tried to dirty her clothes twice, not an attack by her own elitist estimation, despite the fact that she’d flexed her power for him. In her passive state that did not warrant another attack, he was clearly threatening her and yet content to simply let her gather power knowing full well that a mere maiden she was not. Her head cocked for but a second as she thought until she finally asked, “Are you scared of me?”
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