Post by Dirge on Mar 10, 2020 1:57:36 GMT
Challenge: Law VS Kaz
Rules: aetherastate.boards.net/thread/290/compendium-based-combat-knowledge-guide
| Compendium of Turn-Based Combat Knowledge - TBC Guide | Aethera State
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Scale: We’re adults.
Time-limit: Seven days
Law Introduction
[ I. The Destruction of Yanxia ]
Across the plain, the sun cast its brilliance with hues of crimson and gold as it were in the throes of death, hugging the horizon. Morningstar rode strong, and he should, he was the finest equine creature in all the land of Tizon capable of breaking the world apart beneath his crystal hooves. Mounted atop his back was the sage, Adell, leaning low and with a look of determination about his face. He whispered silent words to his partner, not even the wind was privy to their conversations, as they commonly left everything in their proverbial dust.
The galloping strides slowed, eventually, Adell coaxed the winged horse into walking at a much more diminutive pace. They approached the treeline and the man dismounted, booted feet sinking slightly into the soggy emerald grass. It'd been raining all week, the thought of prolonging the inevitable didn’t quite add-up, further lowered his brows and spirits. He approached a wooden shrine out in a clearing not too far inside the maze of trees and underbrush. One of the many temples made to protect the faith of those who lived there, it was one of the many like it created for the surrounding forest natives.
“I did not think I would return so soon...” The White Tiger mused, stepping forward into the city-sized shrine composed of winding corridors and lacquered, ethereal buildings. Hundreds of meters worth of buildings beneath the impregnable forest top, but of them all, one in-particular stood out. A single citadel expansive and wide, built in the old oriental chinese style of the old. Of course, the entire shrine was liable to be destroyed on this day, but it was atleast worth admiration by the old man who had begun to respect the art in his day to day life.
Seven foot and five feet tall, he was a giant among men, with muscles hundred times denser and a spirit impossible to quantify. He wore an ivory suit, several platinum and gold rings, a black undershirt and a stark crimson tie. Exuding professionalism and enigma The True Seal and The Polydimensional Seals made it impossible to assess any of his physical, spiritual, or mental parameters and simultaneously sealed away the grand majority of his spiritual endowment. With every ambled step he seemed to cross impossible strides— in the blink of the eye he had practically teleported from the entrance to the chinese arena with no spectators. Within it was a Yin and Yang dragon and a multitude of other random chinese deities radiating out from the epicenter of the three-hundred meter circumference stone arena.
His solar hair appeared dry, and his beard covered almost the entirety of his lips. His iridescent eyes encrusted with the Eogazurd’s essence glittered like the universe itself, he lowered them to observe the ground beneath him.
“Am I early?”
Kaz Introduction
Don’t pu$h me
Been waiting for this
There’s no Love in War
”All of this discord, leading to little succession. The tower of babel will be broken into metaphysical pieces all within my possession.”
Meanwhile in Etharia
Nobody loves me for who I am, these oceans are my only friend, loyalties towards the Royal Family. It was only evident by the way he carried himself through these realms. Ever since his one and only loss towards a rodent he went onwards to become a bully throughout these realms. Why? Banging Obliterating Lazy Tribes was the only way he can prove himself to his older brother.
Looking into the mirror, cocain locks fell above his brow, baby blue eyes reflecting back at him. Just thinking about the years he served, the way he would put himself on the line for his kin. When it came to having their back? He would give them their spine. In reality he’d rather have loyalty than love because you can still love someone and stab them in the back. But it only seems like these dead bodies seem to always get him pondering. He was ready to go to war no matter the cause.
Ecstatic Vex Canton, the younger brother of Spark Vex Canton, blessed to be a Giant within the Royal Etharian race, years passed since he devoured not only Jugo taking in and devouring the demonic essence within the other Etharian. Titled claimed was the true God of War after the Olympian god Ares had arms lacking in length to box with a Titan Slayer. It was why the word of war excited him. Last war he was in was Constatine and disgusting Ormushe easily decapitated some goofy fighter after placing one within an illusion But he was no longer interested with taking control of a body, he wanted his victims to know who killed them.
That much made him chuckle as got dress. Putting on his usual outfit with a few additions.
Such was crafted by homunculus enhanced by alter Anfang incantations engraved into each stitching accompanied by elven steel. Long white double-breasted trench coat with shoulder straps and a white button-down bib bounded at the waist with an ebony buckle. He sported a black hat with black peaks and a crest emblazoned on its front a semblance to the insignia of the white lion.
A white ankle length cloak was worn over this outfit, a white lion emblazoned on the back and a hood attached to the collar. The edges of the uniform was a dark blue which represented his domain, elven steel plating in the front and back of the Trench coat, plating attached to thigh, shins, and forearms attached to his black gloves to form gauntlets. The spells engraved into the outfit not only granted resistance to the fire element and its associations as for the Other spell further increased the durability of the elven steel interwoven within his attire.
Upon the belt was a few spots for his various weapons and items that he didnt keep within his Vault. Hands of god, able to summon all of his weapons within his vault, such was only aided by the fact that he possessed the augmented True Rune of Sovereign within his right hand, the left hand had great fortune as it held the fortune rune. Upon the side if his belt were three special elemental elven daggers etched over it was the blinking rune, other side held kaibyne daggers. On the back was a special item made up of a special material. Such will be revealed soon.
Ready to push ya shit back, unlike ya hairline im on the front lines, nigga you food its lunchtime.
Respect the killer, a straight shooter ready to murder any coward hiding behind false gods. Oddly he didn't believes in even beliefs. He was into murking, swimming through these murky seas of these realms. Most of these cowards were into wishing, fuck intuition, have a gut feeling the shooter will get his scalp peeling. The only other weapons he brought other than himself was his etharian saber on his hip, the Great Hawk Rune in the form of a special crossbow on his back. His Helige was a mere snap away. Double beat rune attached to his tor, as he was finally ready. Utilizing the ambient tor within the area, the very fabrics of reality was being molested and broken by the mere manipulation of Ecstatic as a portal opened, taking two steps. One through the portal and the other?
Directly twenty meters to the left of his opponent. Arriving at the same time as the opposition, both on even playing fields for now. He can smell the stench of a roach present within this vicinity. He was disgusting. And when he spoke he responded.
”Just on time”
Law Post 1
[ II. King of Kings ]
The sheer sound of his adversary's voice vexed him inexorably. Familiar. Knuckles whitened as his colossal grip tightened about the pommel of his astral sword, were it not resolute, it would have shattered under his undying might. The intensity in his own self-born brilliance continued to escalate just until the molestation of Tor into the neighboring material world yielded the voice from another world.
Eyes narrowed beneath brazen and bushy black eyebrows, extrapolating from his opponents movements taken to enter the battlefield and churning energy signatures both foreign and familiar, Adell was able to surmise their matrix while filling quantum anomalies with conjecture. Having observed their composition, he felt a greater sense of dimensional familiarity. It reminded him of a negligible parasite much like the many others who had fallen beneath the will of the greater cosmos.
The undulating aura hiding within his vessel that saturated his being suddenly ignited in a fury of astral apparent fire. Realizing that his foe was twenty meters to his left shoulder his right hand became a vector aligned to the center of the Canton’s center of being, and from it was unleashed a centrifugal maelstrom that would stir the elementary and non-elementary radiation existent in the material between the two with supersonic impetus. The incorporeal cyclone was a blight upon this world, its sheer force would no doubt overload and implode most conventional and material defenses on contact. Whatever it couldn’t eradicate, however? Deciphered by the enigmatic energy wavelength that was native to Yefrem but currently without a name. The subsequent N-waves that rippled from the cyclone immediately began tearing apart the world around them, destroying the ground and the walls around them and turning them to ash and dust, but his opponent would also have to face most of these veritable shockwaves concaving inwards from their realistically projected path, directly in towards him from every angle infront of him.
The punch was simple, no haymaker, a mere extension like jab. When the orgy of multifarious energies were stopped in the material or physical, this would be far from the end of the energies havoc. What would continue from the cyclone was a whorling torrential manifestation that sought to rend its adversary's mental processes on contact. The animosity threatened to decay Ecstatic from within, halting his synapses, dissolving him from within as he would become nothing more than the memory of a dream. His body would be left intact, a useless shell, uninhabitable by metaphysical means, that is, if it met him without resistance and understanding of how to avoid or deal with it (though one could argue only his arrogance could kill him).
Adell continually renovated his wrath at the thought of his opponent enduring such an attack. Cyan flames had begun undulated about his figurine from the moment of the maelstrom’s release, deepening in hue as his influence continued to strengthen, as a putrid gas, it expanded further from him, its virulent accreting nature claiming prerogative over what domain it penetrated. Very unlike what his opponent referenced as Tor, not only was this unique ethereal particle a double for an elementary particle of particular note, but it was simultaneously a constant in the galvanization of energy waves that radiated from the center of The God Dragon from where he stood.
His ivory suit glistened in the gyrating energies and his eyes flickered diminutively. This wasn’t even a fraction of The God Dragon’s true power or discipline. It was hard to even refer to what he had done as a “fraction” yet it was enough to kill many enemies several times over, especially those unaware of how to navigate the battlefield truly. It wasn’t for just any reason at all that he had developed the title as The God of the Battlefield, that title was painstakingly fought for, and it was one he intended to show the meaning of even in his old age.
Kaz Post 1
I’m the the type of nigga to walk into heaven and say ”Its nice as hell in here”
Did one really believe that just.... Looking one will understand the other? I mean first impressions were quite the norm, however he never took the time to place assumptions. *The energy never lies when you’re an over comer. The energy never dies when you’re an overcomer. Sadly we just murder for the love of the game never cared for the likes of the participants. The apex Etharian out of the vessel is at his best. The olympian and demonic cells flowing through his body, however the trace was lost until utilization due to the passive coating his entire body, millimeters off the skin was the supercharged galvanized bio-matrix field. Powered by the natural physical organs aided with the magical and and elemental organs anchoring him to his own spatial template at the same time offering some resistance to certain attacks.
However he never depended on such defenses, not to mention his natural body was aided by the panzer armor coating his entire body. He was quite the tank, however his speed was on par with most Etharians, however, he never depended on running from his problems. He was the ” God of War” for a reason. Despite the rumors, he always took the heads of his victims. Was this peasant any different?
Maybe? Ecstatic didnt ponder to much as lacing the air with tor came with ease. Helige growing in power as before the opposition attempted to attack, Ecstatic with zero hesitation lashed out. A simple yet dangerous technique that every Etharian could utilize however only some actually managed to capture the versatility of such attack. The Zerstoren he didnt need to speak, nor did he have to make a movement aside by merely openly his palm as the enemy gripped upon his pommel.
BANG
Shit you’ll get killed by the blast before you’ll hear the shot. Walk with me Ecstatic does not wait for the opposition, his onslaughts were always vicious, as three meters ahead of him ionizing the condesend ambient quantum partuclate in the air with the Tor crafting a gigantic and destructive compact attack of energy with the size of a school bus for the retards, merely felt like the ocean was here as the baby blue blast sprung forward growing in size due to the sentient nature of the tor. With the potential to melt through adamantium and Vibranium. The natural internal process of the atoms associated with this energy attack make it extremely dangerous to block with energy for it explodes on impact and command. As if, anti-matter had hit matter. Vaporizing anything in it’s wake. Which is contained by the laced tor so that it doesn’t decimate the entire landscape upon detonation or contact in general. It doesn’t have to explode to be extremely lethal. Just being in it’s controlled wake is enough for things to be reduced into nothingness.
Bullet like speeds at seventeen meters away from the opposition would surely be a *slight distraction. Meanwhile the God managed to leaped leaving the copy filled with aqua. This was due to his utilization of the passive conjuration spell which allowed a surplus of water to be used at a moments notice without actually being near a body of water, leaving such in his wake his traversal was swift the destructive force of the attack destroying the environment as it blasted towards the roach aiming to strike the body with a school bus full of autistic roleplayers. The damage taken head on would be vicious, tor would latch on to anything, well nearly anything. Don’t confuse the arrogance for confidence.
”Niggas got ptsd for what i do on the digital, fuck it i dont give a fuck these niggas fickle”
Law Post 2
[ III. Of Gods and Men ]
The flow of battle was a constantly changing amalgamation of actions committed by all parties involved and were due to be different at any discernible twist and turn. One miniscule detail was all it took for someone of due experience to change the manifestation of their planned actions, simultaneously shifting them to the rewritten expectations of that whom he faced. The God Dragon was a true connoisseur of belligerence and war. To call him a God, whether he possessed the title of God of the Battlefield or not was hyperbole, or atleast didn’t tell the full story behind his peerless dominance. Many years alone were spent within an endless library of books from various languages learning from the different strategic masterminds throughout the omniverse. Yeless, Caconis, Regenburg, Reinbach, Etruria, Ferox, Veldime, the list went on and on, and for each book read a statue was crafted in a show of idolatry, commemorating the mortals who had lived and died in timelines now long gone.
By comparison, this battle was even less than a skirmish with the amount of variables at play. While the expectation regarding him at large throughout the cosmos was that of an unstoppable juggernaut, most overlooked his careful precision and ability to carefully guide the pace and reactions of his opponent. That was the sheer presence he commanded. One misstep and entire legacies ended in what a second would be jealous of. It made sense then that his opponent’s misinterpretation of his actions were enough to actually change the entire dynamic of the battlefield.
The actions of his opponent taking place as he “gripped his pommel” were contingent on the fact that he materialistically gripped on a pommel, not metaphorically as was both implied and shown by his resolute, enigmatic aura. There was no blade within his hands, and while his fingers did tighten, they were around nothing at all. Even with his opponent’s misinterpretation of his actions, they would actually do little to change what The God Dragon would do. Rather instead, when his opponent began to raise his arm and align it’s trajectory with Adell Illiandes Laemington, The Yangan had already detected the movement from the moment of execution. Regardless of how fast his opponent suspected himself to be, he wasn’t fast enough raise his hand before Adell could become a cataclysmic storm of manipulated physics and still carrying in tow the the centrifugal maelstrom that adorned him like a mane of prismatic, etheric providence. Not only then were the waves of the energy storm carrying an abundance of kinetic energy, so much that the ground beneath it was uprooted violently, bringing with it uneven portions of rock and foundational steel beneath, but they still carried the properties given before and seemed to move in the steed of the sage that was Adell.
So what exactly happened? Fourteen meters became nothing in the moment it took for his opponent to raise his hand. Calculating the amount of physical strength needed to pull it off, he did so effortlessly, and created monstrous N-Waves commanded by his insurmountable velocity. Becoming a burst of ridiculous impetus, his opponent was left with a choice. Fire the blast subsequently as planned, aiming it to strike Adell who would appear to be in point blank range? Or recalibrate his decision with less than a millisecond to decide. If this God of War ran on instinct, he was likely to fire, as anyone with a sound mind would. Unfortunately for him, however, is that when he did so, The God Dragon would have been absolutely ready and willing to deal with the actions of Ecstatic. Infact, The Hero of Heaven was ecstatic to use even a fraction of his strength in what he would claim to have been eons.
All it took was a single swing. The very hand that was meant to galvanize the maelstrom of incorporeal energies that now folded in a tsunami of coalescing energies off of Adell and onto Ecstatic up close. The swing of the fist itself, occurring at the same moment as the expulsion of energies, carried with it even more strength than what had been necessary to evoke the earlier N-Wave contorted earlier and onto his opponent's position like scissoring shockwaves from all angles and trajectories (all contingent on his burst of movement forward). Infact, it seemed that the licking cyan flames that would have already appeared on his ethereal body were his opponent capable of perceiving such (timed with his burst forward), had renovated his wrath enough to allow his opponent a glimpse into The Dragon’s Gate. With a single swing he unleashed enough kinetic force to split a tectonic plate, and all functionally localized into a single point of impact that careened forward towards his opponent’s hand. It was only because his body was The Xeraxes Artifice that it could handle the generation of such an obscene amount of kinetic force, and the subsequent explosion that struck everything around him was like a localized tactical nuke going off within the temple. When it was all said and done, the world above and around the two was scattered across several dozen miles, and this without accounting for the explosive elegy of the energies that his fist made contact with.
If the energy did explode on impact, they’d both be captured by the superheated radiation caused by the matter breaking down (if the matter to anti-matter theory referenced is proper). The God Dragon himself, fortunately, had already upscaled his wrath by sheer escalation of battle that The True Fire Rune of Crimzonia would have activated. The licking cyan flames were capable of flat out devouring two things, one was esoteric energies not native to the world that existed as part of the staple, and two was heat/immolation. This gave him a protective galvanization against not only the chain reaction of his energies detonation like features, but also gave The God Dragon protection from his own incorporeal energies that would have converged on his opponent earlier (the kinetic force of his own movements I.E N-Waves are a non-factor for him). With careful penetrative like precision his fist cut a swath through the superheated baby blue energy wave, creating waves of radiating energy that concussed around the two, creating domes of iridescent energy that echoed out into the sky. It would have reduced anything else to nothingness. Instead it met enough undulating sheer kinetic force that it was refracted and punched through altogether.
Of course, it wasn’t reasonable to think that The God Dragon would stop here. With the momentum of his swing still active, shrugged his shoulders forward concurrently and rushed himself directly into whatever was left of Ecstatic passed all of the other anomalies throughout the beginning of their fight that he was forced to deal with. The cyan flames that had burned along his body had grown into a tempest of elongated, mystical flames raging with the energy absorbed by both the detonation of the energies of Tor were it detonated or the energy of Tor itself which seemed to be sentient the same way as The Flames of Crimzonia. Of course, their purification like nature was the entire purpose of their sanctity within the kingdom, and regardless of the matter organic or non-organic, they held an unnatural measure of heat of unique energy signatures, it was preternaturally converted on contact. The more absorbed? The more powerful they became. This wasn’t nullification per say, but “efficient recalibration and utilization of previously mishandled energy” as Vincent Fiorelli would say.
This meant that Ecstatic was smacked with a colossal force of kinetic energy through Adell’s right shoulder bash, and subsequently converged on by the sentient The Flames of Crimzonia seeking to burn him down to ash.
Sei and Dou energies housed within suddenly began to well up within the entirety of his body, thinning across The Xeraxes Artifice that was his body.
It was unfortunate, but it was to be expected. Most were unprepared to deal with The Vanishing Genocider, Hero of Heaven, Adell Illiandes Laemington. Those who claimed to be Gods and Kings were seldomly built of the right stuff. Adell would prove the difference.
Kaz Post 2How do I know it's real? Barely keep my composure Love me with no disclosure. Tell them all how you feel. Notice these eletric charges flowing through my fingertips. When my hands on your thighs Do you feel this energy when I'm near you? Oh, it's not just me. Don't deny all this energy Oh, it's not just me. Undeniably, wait and see, and oh the pressure. Between us is kinetic when you move closer. And I can't get enough
I remember all those cold nights, those lost loves living in the confines that neglected light, shit was always wrong situations were never right. But tonight? Do it to yourself, its like suicide, i dont even believe it when i look in your eyes. Fickle minded roaches need to be exterminated, cockieness oozing with overconfidence just another chink in their insecure armor. Underestimate me? When every hurdle i leaped over i was suppose to be demolished, but somehow I survive. Serpents and these dragons starring in my ivory eyes, who are you?
I dont need you, or them, I’m my own man, but i can tell the gods above are still sour at the fact that even the mighty olympians couldn’t even touch me. They dont really want me to win..... But shit i always do. As soon as i arrive its murder murder murder misunderstand me? End up missing right under me, i know you cant stand it......
AINT NO TELLING WHAT THE FUCK I MIGHT DO
Straight killer, and I will shoot.. So lets talk about how this isn’t really a skirmish, this is more like a walk in the park, all these assumptions will lead you to your demise. Here let me walk with you. Regardless of what the God Dragon is gripping, Ecstatic is the type to just attack, he need no rhyme or reason. If he lessen himself to join the ranks of Vehemente he’d definitely be a Wardog. If his heart wasnt colder than a Kiseki he’d be a Crimson Knight. If only his stars aligned with thise of Scarlet Moon them maybe he could actually be one of ones fulfilling their destiny. But no, he was blessed with being born within the race of GIANTS.
If only Kazuya was here to ash his blunt, if only Zukio was here so he can growl at a bastard, but sadly its just Ecstatic. The ever growing power within him, it was strange as to why this roach was so confused. Did one really believe he could simply just, out do anything that Ecstatic does just because? As if in the art of war there arent any trade-offs. Well in these new realms, the theme of the battle is simply who can muscle their ideologies the best. Was never the type to argue, just shoot and leavw. But he’s about to place this roach into a special box as if he wasnt like them other bitches
All the times you gave them your best, all the times you betrayed your rest and complicated your stress, overconfidence forced your move regretting your next. So far ahead of my time, I’m already taking another life You see, if only people paid as much attention to detail as Joe Goldberg, maybe then they’ll have a certain appreciation to things. Stalk these movements, I’m basically J walking fuck the law. Okay just listen and pay attention, it's free, shit so is Death, still, the pain isn’t.
The distance between was pretty nice, perfect for what had occurred. You see Ecstatic’s technique required very little if any preparation to utilize. That is because he decided not to charge it, it was a simple yet deadly attack however on more than one occasion did he smell the stench of a burnt corpse. However, this one was quite different, it was why he did in fact move from his location, leaving a mere copy in his wake. Now how did he do this? Before we combat rewind check out this bizzare. It shouldn't be weird or strange to believe at the power and feats both combatants had shown just by their presence alone that this utilization of his passive would be legit.
An Etharian, how manh times have you even stood toe to toe with one? I won’t be shaking your head, i’ll just take your arm off, so many arm-bars i will...... Snap at any moment My heart is full of pride and it produces this sentient source or power called Tor. And going back to my question, it matter naught if you actually slapped box with an Etharian, each one is different in their own right. Your arms are no where long enough to box with this one. However each one do posses a plethora of hearts, the main one being the TOR organ holding its own system, veins, tissues and neauron like cells branching out to every part of the body and coated his mind.
Such power gave him the ability to produce a substance of cells and supernatural forces that give him ability to execute alter anfang which is an Ethairan Codex of Magic. Engraves the body with a passive known as the wessen. Can be channeled by the drawing of plasmatic, galvanized sigils that crumble from a surplus of built magical quintessence to exert said spell to affect the very fabrics of reality. These cells are sentient and hyper intelligent, ethereally mutagenic. The tor cell is capable of using its sentient life force to consume or interact with other energies that can overpower or purify and convert the now harmless essence into more fuel.
Since we’re on the topic, two of the other hearts produced a spiritually and will enhance element. Water... A supercharged element naturally heavier than skyscappers, his body however is physically tailored to handle the extremes and beyond due to his evolution. Its also why the element and byproducts dont affect him supernaturally enhanced or not. Body can be supercharged by said element, cells capable of purifying such. All this matters because this is what makes up and aids the passives that surround him.
First lets indulge on the tor passive. Such is powered by the plethora of hearts within him protected by the bio-matrix field and alien panzer, which we wil indulge on later. However each Etharian held their own special passive. His being a cojuration spell crafting a surplus of water that surrounded Ecstatic in a two and a half meters , such pool of water can be at nigh-instance pooled from the spirtual realm and be used physically. In other words, he can utilize such bodies of water at will without the need of being by a source. So when he leaped back, not forward, same time utilized the spell to craft a clone of aqua in his wake, such clone of course held up to its definition holding everything he carried.
Do me one favor, Take a few steps back, And look at yourself.Matter fact....take yourself outside your body, and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
On the statement of misinteroretation? False, don’t confuse me with these other peasants. Like it was stated before, my attack came with zero hesitation, if you were gripping something or not it matters naught, I never rose my arm, instead the palm of a GOD opened. My body was replaced, perhapss your eyes were just not on me? Regardless it didn’t matter just keep up. Now if I want to reach..... Due to the reader(Law) incorrectly stating that i rose my arm to attack, which in reality i simply opened my palm, then that would negate his actions right? ImIt didn’t matter, people reach for the stars all the time
Anyways, a quick recap, the zerstoren was unleashed the very instant i opened my palm, not rise my arm the blast was the size of a short bus launched three meters ahead of the clone because at this point Ecstatic had already left his position. Both facts that the reader neglected. Being we were seventeen meters away, the blast was stated to bullet speeds, on average (to be fair) 1000mph at the minimum, due to the defenses of the opposition however it would make sense that he’d withstand such attack. However, things were still going according to plan. His leap still allowed him to know what the opposition was doing, utilizing his misty step technique before his opponent even got halfway towards the clone. Such technique was a special flash step that swallows the user in a mist, effectively masking the user's movements through Magyk leaving multiple tangible afterimages in its wake.
The clone was ready, ten feet firm placed on the ground, arms folded as if he was representing Black Panther, right arm over the left as the tor within the clone was ready for use, transmutating from both of the forearms of the right and lefr arm, supercharged water in a form of two gigantic spikes sprung out as the opponent got near him to launch that strike, regardless if he moved the attack would follow suit, the impact of the collision would surely be epic, he didn’t halt his own movements as the alien panzer would keep him protected. Much like the clone, if the opposition some how managed to avoid under short noticed? Being within his domain was quite stupid for lack of better words.
Before i get into that. The clone held the same panzer as the real. A dermal armor composed of dense protein and calcium phosphate that is mutated. Three layers, first two resembled ceramic in nature and give the body's other systems a boost in efficiency when they crack via kinetic energy. Dissipating after three cracks, kinetic energy converted by the cells that the panzer was rooted to. Said chemical product is used to augment physical stats. Last layer is most dense and can withstand twice the damage of the first two. Such was the last defense behind his main passive. His bio-matrix field which held resistance to different forms of energy based assaults, explosions etc. Such durability is from the galvanized aura, supercharged bio-electric "aura" acts an invisible field passively radiating millimeters from the skin produced by their physical, magical, and elemental organs. Thus anchoring him to their own spatial template. Can utilize the aura to increase its degrees however to much can endanger him.
Now if the water spikes the size of two and a half of Sephiroth's swords managed to fail from not only entering the body filling him up with supercharged water and pushing him backa few yards, then being with the domain alone would a perfect trap. The strike would knock the head of the water clone off forcing it to get replaced with something even worse, the spiritual dome would molest the very fabrics of reality, rather quickly if the spikes failed of course, the seas of poseidon would coat the bodies of both the clone and roach, felt like tons and tons of gallons of water was filling up the dome with haste, more than likely the effects of the rune, which was unbeknownst to Ecstatic had been activated causing the water to superheat. However due to the contact between the two the ethereal waves would more than likely latch itself onto the roach. The head may be off but the body moved with the sea, and funny enough, hotter temperatures merely made him faster, with swiftt movements, a technique he taught his son Damien, an Etharian Suplex as soon as the strike occured, he was already nearly behind him, if he was caught off guard both hands would latch and lift the peasant over his head, his own body followed suit making sure the head and neck would impact the ground with enough power and impact that would shatter three fourths of the arena.
Still the helige continued to build in power, a bigger domain was under his control, the mere power within was aching to be used, this was mere child’s play, so much trouble to get a simple strike upon a clone. It was pathetic, but it is what it is. Connected with the very nature, his movements never hindered despite the ridiculous power his opponent attempted to showcase. It was just..... Frivolous.
Everyone hatng me now? Shit wait til next round
Law Post 3
When the waves of crashing energy waveforms turned the rubble to dust and singed the sky red, there was only one outcome that made sense. The destruction of The Kingdom of Fabrolias, the circumvention of the multidimensional divides that fractured the integrity of planes and dimensions a like, they all had one thing in common: the decisive moment where the battle was ultimately decided. When the tremors subsided and The God Dragon’s feral eyes flittered from black to their typical prismatic splendor, one thing was clear to him. Once again he had lost control. There was no clothes on his back, no foundation of ruins to marvel at— only the scorched earth that painted a somber backdrop to the falling sun.
Adell Illiandes Laemington grimaced in agony.
Where did it all go wrong?
Well, let’s start with the “reach” that his opponent attempted, and how it ended in their inevitable downfall.
The molestation of the atmosphere provided by Tor was his very first mistake. Already earlier stated, his observational awareness granted by Yangan [The Soul Eye] allowed him to effortlessly break down the metaphysical and material makeup of what exactly the sentient energy was. Every nuance was meticulously broken down by the complex matrix array within the supercomputer’s concurrent calculations. From the moment that his opponent, Ecstatic, exposed the very energy form that he would attempt to use to defeat him, The Xerxes Artifice [Body of the Dragon King] would have already gathered the necessary means to fly in the face of it’s otherwise broken matter and energy absorption properties.
And therein rest the problem with Tor altogether. The world, everything in existence, was made of energy. Matter was energy. The air. The stars. Even within the vacuum did radiation exist where faint traces of subatomic particles could be found. Were they fighting in the vestiges of open space? Well, that wouldn’t have made a difference, but atleast the prospect of the power in and of itself would have made far more sense. Were the assumption made that it could and would absorb all energy, this including biological, spiritual ,arcane, or derived from the world itself through the vestiges of careful chemistry and science, then there was only one true way to destroy his opponent altogether. This begets the explanation of The Flames of Crimzonia, which at a glance appeared to be nothing more than arcane flames stoked by the willpower of a battle-hardened dragon, but was in-fact far more.
The Flames of Crimzonia existed as flames emitted by the body of The God Dragon himself. Renovating his wrath was a telling sign, though he didn’t suspect his opponent had the nuance to discern where exactly his power came from. Most often thought that he relied on supernatural phenomena, and moreso ether, but the majority of the the battlefield master’s ability was derived solely from physical prowess and biological heritage. Unlike his opponent, who relied on the arcane, and the superficial prowess of an energy source that could just as easily be diffused, Adell was built of different stuff. His musculature was a perfect combination of pink muscle, allowing the power of the red muscle, and all of the acute dexterity of white muscle, and the sheer density of his body was just what evoked the haphazard N-waves that suddenly erupted from his position and roared through the ancient ruins around them, leveling the foundation and splitting the very sky above them in two. The sheer gravity and weight of his actions were already referenced, yet it seemed his opponent, with insurmountable ignorance, overlooked the entirety of what exactly occurred between the two.
[[[ :star_of_david: Yangan ? “Known also as 'The Soul Eye', Yangan of the Seven is an essential fragment of the Zenoushka-Ryu style giving its users in depth insights to the world around them. Practitioners of the art train for untold generations to attune their senses maximizing their capability to hear the tinniest muscle contracts, to smell the weakest of odor, to feel the smallest vibration and to see the finest of details. As mastery blossoms, users force open other non-conventional senses, numbering seventy-seven, making it impossible to hide or deceive Zenoushka users by stealth, by walls, by speed, by illusions or even by supernatural attempts. Overloading the senses in any capacity is futile due to stringent training of the biology. Depending on the user and their discipline, various skills and perceptive abilities are incorporated to further the Kata. Those who force the technique without proper training, however, will ruin their senses overloading the brain and sensory abilities with stimuli leading to an instant coma and eventually death.”]]]
The importance of his perceptual abilities was integral to becoming a war machine. While already stated, it seems that his opponent overlooked his perceptual fortitude with futility. For every movement that his opponent made to bypass or rid himself of the coming locomotive, Adell Illiandes Laemington calibrated his velocity and trajectory accordingly. Equally as unfortunate was his opponent’s ability to infer that his movement was entirely based on the activation of his opponent’s technique, which he infact wanted. Why? Because it was the Zerstosen that would be used to seal his fate. How often was it that his enemy looked for openings that he carefully left (a total of three when considering what was previously stated) only for him to close the door on them before they could properly take advantage? It took a true master of battle to be able to effectively take advantage of gaps in an opponent’s tactical acumen and battle readiness, and The God Dragon immediately knew that his opponent was no such person. Instead, they fell directly into the snare of his trap, and rather than focusing on his life that was soon fleeting, he instead concerned himself the ionized path lit by Tor.
This is where things escalated to the point of no return. When the blasts each met The God Dragon, one after another, the cyan flames erupted from every extremity along the ivory-dragon’s body, and the corporeal flames became a conflagration that went off much like a nuclear missile’s impact. Their fight, this wager, it was all open. A battle with no designated restrictions, no rhyme or reason. The God Dragon would roar. With no traces of rationale left, the puissance of the Tor immediately evaporated before it could so much as reach The God Dragon’s flesh, while the rest of the world around him melted beneath his subliminal power. What made this worse was the trajectory and velocity of which he moved. Not only did he move well over typical hypersonic speeds, but the result of colliding with the energy that set of the cataclysmic reaction only added to the already missed permeations that had suddenly enamored the battlefield. This gave the Etharian yet another variable to account for, as this was simultaneously just enough to disperse the water that was before him by sheer force of kinetics alone, and by the time the hellike temperatures reached, the Tor energy would have already dissolved into the effigy of The Flames of Crimzonia. The problem with the Tor energy rest in what it’s purpose was, and how it could properly execute such when attempting to affect the God Dragon, his faculties, or any of his biological abilities. The Flames of Crimzonia effortlessly devoured the Tor, which had similar properties as the licking cobalt flames themselves, but were hyperfocused in a series of bounded layers across his flesh. This, of course, was all in the course of his single bound forward, which begged the other question.
What did his opponent do about the N-waves that were suddenly created by The God Dragon? A detour:
The God Dragon moved. His opponent had already fired his ability. But in his movements, the control of N-waves created with energy based assistance (the energy being not only his raw power in strength, but that of Baijuli, The Art of Penetration, which was a kata of The Zenoushka-Ryu). His opponent had seemingly neglected to so much as account for these cutting waves, which The God Dragon had perfected the technique of controlling as such. Therefore in the instant of his movement (which came before the water clone was made, and before the water barrier was created, though is still accounted for above for posterity sakes), the N-waves would have already collapsed on Ecstatic, and with his ability to amplify the potency of these booms to rip through even deuranium, there was no question that these whirlwind of kinetic force collapsing atop him would just as easily slay him as they would any other, regardless of the physical fortifications in place. Then again, that was the price one paid for ignorance.
While the world around them burned and dissolved altogether, his opponent became a heap of eddied bone and blood, while The God Dragon rocketed towards him nonetheless, his eyes consumed by the abyss of his undulating power. This wasn’t over. It couldn’t be. There was still much to happen. Perhaps a grapple? A suplex! Fistifcuffs?! No...it seemed that his opponent’s inability to account for each of the variables that presented themselves on the battlefield had cost him his life.
And it was thus that moments later, The God Dragon would find himself grimacing in disdain.
“...it’s as you said…” he muttered beneath his breath, his deep bass voice echoing out into the dystopia around him. “Power truly does bring out the worst in people.”
FIN.
