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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:05:12 GMT
Hellhound: "This world has certainly seen better days.."
The sun battled for dominance against the smog that clouded the sky.
Another day, another area vacant of any signs of life.
The area itself seemed to go on for miles into the distance.
Its mixture of rock and earth was decorated with various patches of dark brown grass starving for nourishment and various puddles of accumulated water from the rains of yesterday.
"You've been rather negative since returning."
A voice echoed from deep within the flaming haired heroines subconscious.
Her tennis shoes matting into the mud beneath her with every step further into the area.
"Could you blame me?"
She pointed to the mountain range that dotted the horizon.
"That is all we have to look forward to for possibly the next several days."
A flicker of red passed across the eyes of the entity as she pondered where to head next.
She didn't have climbing equipment of any sort.
Just a pair of blue jeans and a T shirt.
A pretty basic attire some would say.
Certainly a change of pace from what this realm usually wore.
"Perhaps you'll learn something along the way! Most dont get as many second chances as you have."
The entity quipped up once more.
Yes, she had been given another chance, one she had no intention of wasting.
She reached a high point upon the rocky terrain; a deep breath escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and opened her senses to the world around her.
Her aura began to resonate.
The gift of the entity and a showing of the bountiful resource that nature provided to them.
A flicker of flame danced across the flaming haired heroines fingertips with every motion.
A flame the heroine knew all to well, it was almost... comforting in nature.
Hellhound: "What do you wanna do when we finally reach a city?"
Phoenix: "Aren't most cities stuck in feudal Japan?"
Hellhound: "No.. some of them modernized finally!"
Phoenix:"I think we should get a bath first if you ask me."
A light chuckle left the lips of the entity, the power of her fire soul resonated with an even higher degree.
Was it tied to her emotions?
Why wouldn't fire be?
"Lets keep going."
And with that simple statement.
She was off once more ready to take on whatever obstacle may come her way in the foreseeable future.
Her current appearance may fool some.
But she was no slouch when it come to combat.
Even in her possibly weaker current state.
She was more then ready for what may come.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:06:01 GMT
Asher: [ CHAPTER III. The Dragon Returns. ]
Helios spilled its hauntingly effervescent reds and oranges into the skies as if a gourd of molten lava rested between the heavens and the underworld. It firstly cascaded a prim onslaught of resplendence, suspended over the horizon with an ominous radiance.
There were murmurs, tales of a Kingdom that rest just beyond the skyline— An Empire, if you will, rumored to harbor the fiercest warriors and monarchs in the omniverse. Unarguably the most powerful of this conglomerate, The Dragon Fist openly neglected his victuals presented by a curvy, full-bodied, and subservient brunette in a tight skirt and workers blouse.
Thick thighs brushed against one another as the tray she'd held was quickly disparaged by the former. "We've detected an anomaly Midwest, and Zukio's given orders to engage. Will you follow them, Hyojin?" There was a little hesitancy present in her voice, but it'd been a smooth prosody all the same. She gave him a look of wry interest, as she abandoned her quest for knowledge until he responds.
His rigidly cut thighs split down the middle and careened to the sides, and his heels balanced his physique on an array of precise, razor sharp needles, leaving the rest of his weight to be supported entirely by his plexus.
"It's been a while. What do you think, Emilia, should I unveil Avrim Ladon?"
A look befell her visage, her pristine maw agape with surprise at the mention of its name.
"A-are you sure? It isn't necessarily ready yet ..."
In one fell swoop, his muscular form was brought from the position, and onto his toes. He slipped into his pants, leaving his scarred, immaculate torso exposed to the light shining into his private atrium through multiple apertures. "Bring them." And so it began. Equipped with his newest rendition, he'd disappeared from the atrium.
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Dimensional striations burn and writhe in his disposition's wake as the remaining particulate creates a vortex-like causality, paving way for his arrival with his rune. Visually, the only thing the other would notice was an incessant flash of light, devoid of any real sound.
The mere idea of his existence on any other plane other than ones he'd been attuned to caused a slight shift in what was and what will be, seas of ether exuding from two neatly placed flaxen gauntlets, decorated with ridges and plates of crimson.
Wild scarlet tendrils feed the image of wild and unfettered brilliance, a benevolent look of wonder embedded within his visage. He wore nothing but a crisp, kempt pair of white pants, pressed to a t. Within a radius of eighty meters the world around his stature would become permeated with corrupt motes of ether, wedging between the most basic and abnormal energies.
It amalgamated with the aura of his cosmic, ancestrally imbued chi, causing the space around him to distort slightly. Six foot four and two hundred and thirty pounds, Hyojin Ryuusei is a behemoth of pure muscle and destructive cause, hiding behind a facade of benevolent intent.
Emerald hues look to his left gauntlet then to the woman directly in front of him. Condescent rains from his throat as he clenched his fist, speaking to what he deemed an enemy from first glance.
"Let's get this over with."
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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:06:34 GMT
Hellhound: The entity clawed at the depths of the woman's subconscious as the male come into the line of sight.
He was a rather tall gentleman the being from the stars standing nearly a foot taller then the flaming haired heroine.
But that factor never deterred the heroine throughout her many years of combat.
A light chuckle left her lips as her gaze kept toward the strange male whom appeared before her.
"And who are you supposed to be? And I suppose you wanna fight me as well right?"
It wasn't a show of confidence per say.
She was no fool.
The power levels of beings within this realm have escalated far past what was the norm from her era.
It was more so addressing the apparent pattern, the cliches of this world that many often fall into.
"I'd be careful, this one is stronger then he looks."
The voice of the spirit of fire echoed through her.
Her crimson red aura dancing around her in anticipation for what was to come.
A deep breath escaping her lips as a gentle breeze caressed the battlefield.
The forces of nature answering the call to battle as her power slowly escalated to higher levels.
"You think your body is ready for that level yet?"
A light smirk crept across her face as a shimmer of light spread across her right hand.
The odds always seemed against her in these match ups.
But at this point honestly? She wouldn't have it any other way.
"I suppose we are gonna find out soon wont we?"
Her inner dialogue continued briefly her attention never leaving the male in question.
Waiting for the first action to occur.
What where his powers?
How did he fight?
Such was still an unknown to the flaming haired heroine.
"Hey big guy! How about you come down here and fight me like a man!"
She proudly declared already taking up a traditional fighters stance.
Her right foot placed forward and keeping her left back and her left hand forward her leading hand.
Her right was kept pulled back in a fist, the shimmering of light keeping to that closed hand in question.
She was ready but was her opponent?
Only time would tell as surely a battle was soon to take place.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:07:07 GMT
Asher: [ CHAPTER III. The Dragon Returns. ]
Discarded motes of ethereal qi washed over the scene and crashed against inanimate shorelines with all the force of a sack of wet potatoes.
In all of his unfettered, vicious glory he stood amongst the weakling with a patronizing gaze, his maw contorting to resemble a faint smile. He was profound, in every sense of the word, and that was showcased by his stagnancy upon her rebuttal.
Discipline reigned supreme over all else for the shortest of moments as distance is but a memory in the lively match of chess they'd both contracted themselves into.
The tumultuous roar of the skies being torn asunder cries over the battlefield, shrouding Hyojin in a sense of celestial brilliance, haphazardly strewn tresses paying homage to a symbol of perfection.
Years of training with the Uron Brigade gave him a slightly unnatural but prevalent abusive speed tactic, so visual aids and the like would be for naught as his ethereally charged persona takes center stage.
A prosody of quickened, silenced steps was all this person could rely on as the supercharged and amalgamated particulate paved a conceptual gateway from the point he'd launched himself from and a point no less than a modicum away from the other's backside.
His speed was daunting. Truly amazing, and expected from a warrior of his superior lineage.
Avrim Ladon's secondary capability converged two billion years of innovation into a modernists fantasy. A spectacle? Hardly. If you're in the presence of it you won't have much time to gawk; Hyojin's delivering a few well placed strikes to your spine.
Po aimed to annihilate, Zu aimed to save. This was showcased by the fact that his visage contorts in anguish upon even the thought of a lethal execution of this move.
Given his style, the fluid movement, the drawing back of his second leg in order to gain perspective and a bit of distance for the charge, this attack wouldn't kill, but it'd be cumbersome if not properly avoided.
She held a percentile chance of actually nulling it, but by the time she discovered what his strategy was, it'd already be too late.
In a valiant attempt to tear her vertebrae entirely and sweep his left leg in front of her right one, he's crouched low in order to truly appreciate his own craft and carry it out with an immaculate precision expected from a Ryuusei.
His left leg retracts in the event that he's unsuccessful in a seventy nine degree angle, aiming to completely wipe her solar plexus from the picture and disgorge an unhealthy amount of blood against an undeserving substratum. It wasn't lethal. He'd merely been testing the waters in order to see her capability.
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Flex. All you have to do is flex. This gauntlet computed mundane and abnormal energies alike, breaking them down and purifying them to replicate an absolute ether.
That was the second capability, and trust that it'd been active and willing to compromise. This woman held a unique physiology. As his mind decelerated time and relayed information to his mind, he questions her resolve and willingness to establish herself.
Would her ambition lead her astray?
Or perhaps lead The Dragon Fist into anguish?
Only time could tell, but now? He fought. He planned on destroying her, through and through. There was a friendly facade, but like all else, they can be misleading.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:08:02 GMT
Hellhound: "Hes a fast one isnt he?"
A light smirk crept across the face of the heroine.
Was it still this predictable?
She thought it'd be cliche at this point to start a match off in such a way.
He was fast, but could he outperform experience?
A brief breath, the collision of the palm to her back was painful.
Yet it was nothing compared to a stab or the usual in which often plagued this realm.
Her teeth gritted, her fists clenched.
Hidden just beneath the surface of her shirt would be dark bruises left from the impacts.
Experience taught her how to take a hit, experience also taught her to know that her opponent would attempt such a strike to begin with using her natural endurance.
Her reaction would have to be swift, as her opposition attempted to sweep his left leg in front of her lead right foot she took that moment to pull her foot behind the ankle of extended leg, this would give her leverage to perform a pivot as he attempted his kick.
His stiff strike impacting with her aura charged arm.
This was her chance to strike back.
It wasn't entirely her plan to use this technique in this way.
But it may certainly get the job done in this moment.
Upon blocking the kick she unclenched her hand which caused a chain reaction through her arm sending a pulse of aura outward.
Her opposition would have less then a moments time to lower his leg before receiving damage from the fiery aura.
The blast itself more then likely doing more physical damage then actually causing burns.
But truly, she had no expectations.
Most beings where built like wolverine in this realm it seemed.
If it did damage to his leg then that was simply a plus.
But it could.. in this moment give the entity more knowledge of the abilities that her opposition possessed.
"You hit like a bitch."
That familiar smirk never leaving her lips as a chuckle left her lips.
She always knew how to keep a game face on in the midst of combat even though...
That strike would have possibly broken her arm on that block if she hadn't been prepared.
But she wouldn't ever say that out loud at least.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:08:21 GMT
Asher: As the palm collided with her spine, everything else became irrelevant--Avrim Ladon molded her motion into ether on a fundamental level, absorbing every ounce of movement conceivable, brainwaves included, and converting it to a pure ether. This meant that her entire body would begin to resemble a slab of cold stone, devoid of heat and soon, life. With no movement in the molecules, paving a pathway for death was an easily achievable feat. Almost instantaneously, the kinetic energy and motion he'd garnered from her body was shot through his kicking leg, threatening to tear her body asunder with the sheer might of a collective force.
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Post by Asher. on Mar 18, 2019 0:08:59 GMT
Asher: BOOM! The woman's body was torn asunder and Hyojin was left satisfied, blood painting his garms. Perhaps the next person he challenged would give him some form of thrill, but then again, not everyone can stand up to the might of the Ryuusei Clan.
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