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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2021 4:33:12 GMT
[Anyone is free to post to this open challenge, Compendium Ruleset, Open Time Limit]
[Divergence Singularity - Senso Yanakido]
The light of the sun dawns upon the edge of the glistening world, rocks floating just outside of it's reach. The vacuum of space has always thought to be untouched to the indigenous people of this world. However, despite their primitive technology not being able to sense or detect such a thing, this idea has been broken, and always has been. Throughout the ages, many species, races and factions have all crossed the perimeter of the airspace right above the planet, all with different purposes and all with different ideologies and motives. However, the people of the planet don't know this, they aren't even aware. Perspective is a huge thing.
"Warning, Warning - Sector One has been breached"
"Warning, Warning - Sector Two has been breached"
"Warning, Warning - Control Room has been breac-"
The control room had been breached, far before the warning had a chance to sound, however, this was fast and swift, unlike the Abaddon's M.O. Nobody knew he was here, not even Kaneda himself, Senso onlooked the huge room, being covered in consoles and control systems, the lights all blinking red and green, the huge screen at the front, and especially the thick bulkhead door that had clunked and cranked open, this room was too heavy duty for just a simple outpost. The room spanned far and wide, almost taking the whole floor. The back wall - where the iron bulkhead was, spanned five meters, the other walls, diverged from that in a hexagon path, spanning 5 meters a wall, making the room seem and feel massive. The black leather seat in the middle of the room, stood greatly, with the rotting corpse of the captain still occupying it. Pity.
The sound of the intercom died down, the voice becoming more distorted and warped. The bright, orange sparks flew out of the control console as the sound of the ship adjusting it's orbit and sealing the hull breaches had filled the air. Senso was sat within the control room, the smell of the smoke from his cigarette wafting through the air as the lights that were blinking red had then turned absolutely green. The smell was atrocious, mixing with the smell of raw, crude fuel and the smell of the now dead bodies on the floor, drenched in sweat, like they hadn't showered for days. The intercom system was now down, growing in frustration, Senso's overcoat fluttered, making shuffling noises as he had moved again, the sound of his metal boots almost hammering across the metal grated floor stunned the people who would be listening.
...If there were any
Senso was in his battle attire, wearing his signature leather armour, this time with a black, extravagant, long overcoat covering his person. His lance was absent for now, being empty handed. However, there was a sign he had been engaged within battle, and that was the black scorch-mark on his face, looking like a void had blighted his face. They call it a void, for lack of a better adjective. Looking at his face, it was almost like the devil himself had given Abaddon his powers, almost becoming as infamous as the devil himself. However, this was something that Senso could control. He just chose to not bother. He's just built differently.
Senso smacked the control console again before rubbing his hands through his midnight purple hair, being illuminated from the sky blue lights that had surrounded the perimeter of the control room, giving an almost cold ambience to this room. The consoles, surrounding the huge, curved wall of screens, displaying the planet below had most of the information Senso needed to know, if he didn't have a complete and utter ignorance to the workings of such controls. The dials and screens filled the room, looking around in almost a rush, Senso would raise his fist, stopping himself while onlooking the dent he had made on the black, steel control console. He sighed with a fit of rage, knowing he had no time to dawdle. This was one mission where he couldn't afford to lose sight of. Suddenly, the sound of rhythmic beeping from the seemingly broken intercom system had started to sound the environment around Senso. This was one sound even he knew about.
"Fuck - the distress beacon."
Senso, frantically looking for a way to turn it off, the ship locking it's systems automatically, the big bulkhead doors, clanking, opening and being deadlocked open, spanning the entirety of the five meter long wall, being just as high, he looked around the huge room, looking for the system to forcefully 'dismantle' before the signal reached whoever it was set to signal to. Even the BLADE organisation wouldn't have his back on this one, this was after all an illegal and heavily condemned mission, even among the more...morally grey characters within BLADE. Sighing in frustration yet relief, Senso sat down in the commander's chair, pushing away the already rotting corpse, his armour making a loud sound as he sat down. Summoning Ama-no-Sakahoko, he decided to sit, patiently awaiting whoever may come. At least if he swiftly killed his opponent, he would be able to quickly complete his mission without alerting the BLADE higher-ups. Onlooking the only entrance to this huge room, his lance by his side, faithfully, he would be immediately aware of his opponent. Lighting up another cigarette, after extinguishing the butt of the one he already had, he would exhale, sighing in disbelief.
"Well, time for another fight"
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Mar 16, 2021 0:24:50 GMT
In the vast multi-verse that exists as all Creation, Nolthanis has met and beaten entities otherwise considered unstoppable. βTis is his nature as a former Destroyer, the capability to adapt and overcome unrivaled save for four people heβs met so far: Forzu, Morgoth, Kaneda, and Rio. Even-so, that does not make any of the five weaker than the other, but rather a rivalry of sorts - - at least in the Frozen Emperorβs opinion. Thus, he rarely feels any particular need to seek out a fight for his own satiation - - usually pulled into battle by some random need of those he cares for or the desire to try and best him by βrivalsβ he doesnβt even know of.
βPeaceful day so far,β he says to Svell, giving the side of her face an affectionate pet when she leans her head against him.
Silence reigns from thereon while he stares into the clear skies from his balcony, clad in his uniform for BLADE whilst wearing Kascada on his left hip in its katan form; a total length from tip to pommel of five-and-a-half feet. His navy locks are shorter now, but not by much, as a means to better present himself during important political events. And his eyes, that which are a usual dull gold, are vibrant with power he had lost for a time. Now at peak strength once more, he would instill fear into any enemies whom would dare oppose his new family; it doesnβt matter if they were former or current members.
Just then, an undead servant rushes into his room, carrying with it a recorder of special design, for in Nolthanisβs presence technology doesnβt entirely work if at all in the first place.
βMy Lord, a distress signal has been sent by a station allied to BLADE! Captain Rio insists you investigate!β The rugged, dying voice of the Banshee makes Nolthanis sigh.
βAlright. Be back soon, Svell.β
With a wave of his hand, the space before him distorts and rips open with an unholy screech. He steps onto the edge of his balcony and off into the portal, but not before calling his Gran-Zamber Great Blade into his left hand. The weapon itself is seven feet in length from tip to pommel, starting out three feet in width from the guard and shrinking down to a foot in width at the very tip. Massive as a weapon, the six-foot, five inch tall undead himself seems unable to properly wield it. However, that is a ruse, and he can swing it with the same each as he can Kascada. For this one time only he wants to use Gran-Zamber in its natural form, to get a feel for it and see what it can do before he customizes it.
βTsk, ruining my days,β he mutters mid-travel.
When he arrives on the cold flooring, his boots echo for some distance. He can immediate feel a lifeforce so distance away, and itβs similar, to which he narrows his eyes. This cannot be a coincidence, but perhaps Rio sent them both because the situation is that die?
Thus, when he arrives, Nolthanis simply survey the Command Bridge before laying his cold, calculating gaze on Senso.
βYou shouldnβt be alive, last I heard. Explain whatβs going on here,β he demands.
As usual with his presence, the temperature rapidly drops. He hefts the double-edged Gran-Zamber on his left shoulder, but it does not cut through his clothing given their minor enchantments. Otherwise he remains still, waiting patiently for an explanation.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2021 2:46:23 GMT
"I was here under order of Kaned-"
Senso hesitates, facing the Frozen Emperor himself. Feeling the temperature immediately drop, Senso's facial expression emulating the same movement, with a heavy hand, he stabs his lance into the floor. Then tying his overcoat, so it had covered his entire person. Swiftly picking up his lance with his left hand, he looked sternly at the male. With his opponent's weapon previously being unseen to him, he had only a very slight knowledge of his capabilities, knowing that he was indeed known as the Frozen Emperor. Looking at him, with a blank, bastardised smile, he speaks, with a sense of overwhelming anger and authority, the essences of blind arrogance and ignorance filling his voice.
"I was merely here for a walk. I'm trying to use the satellite to find my brother's lance, Jinkishinkage. I didn't know that they had no clue of whom I was. They attacked me, it was merely self defence."
Senso would immediately scoff at his own words, relaxing his facial expression, somehow into a more serious, tense look. Raising his Ruler of Aether field, he overlooks his opponent, the beeping of the distress signal clearly slowing down, into a more rhythmic but stable beep, before dying. The noise of the ship's walls and floors could be heard cooling down, creaking and clanking, especially under the foot of his opponent. Senso knew what would be coming, anyone would. The Noble Emperor - holding a weapon, and the Madman, surrounded in blood and corpses. One eye looking toward his opponent, while the one eye only seeks death, destruction, torment, and has no sense of reason. Who could reason against death himself? For Eons, people have been trying to find a way to stop death. Remedies, Medicine, Spells, Enchantments, Sacrifices. All of these had only served as the glimmering ray of hope against the void. The void they see when they face the Erebeus Lance - Abaddon himself.
Raising his voice again, before his opponent had the chance to move anywhere toward Senso, he boomed, across the distance that had spanned them, approximately 10 meters. It was as the beeping had stopped, the environment remained calm, even the creaking of the ship's metal walls had adjusted to the cold temperature. The smell of the sweating corpses? Well that had been handled by Nolthanis cooling the environment. Speaking aloud, Senso would only have a handful of words to speak before the inevitable happened
"So, I guess this is happening"
Launching from one foot, Senso had immediately known the situation would escalate to this level. This was a mission that had dire consequences for Senso, and Nolthanis would be the amalgamation of such actions that he had committed to. However, despite being among the handful opponents Senso hadn't expected to come, he would be among the lowest on the list. Using his battle intuition, along with the field that had extended, unbeknownst to his opponent, he would begin the attack, with a single thing he had observed.
Launching from one foot, within a blink of an eye, Senso would be near a meter from his opponent, with his 'Dark Impulse' ability already invoked, and monitoring his opponent's every movement using hearing, sight and his Ruler of Aether field, preparing to defend against any circumstance. Swinging his lance swiftly, with such power toward Nolthanis' shoulder, he had made the observation of his weapon being slung around his left shoulder. Especially the fact that it hadn't appeared to cut into his opponent's clothing. Taking this into mind, Senso's best hope would be to attack open skin, while decreasing his ability to use the weapon for a counter. The blade of the lance, resting above the ground, near his right foot, with great speed, force and accuracy, Senso would aim to both cleave his left hand in half, and if that had failed, give his opponent less of a chance to use his Gran-Zamber, by having the lance situated within a blocking position already. Within a blink of an eye, if left unguarded, the opponent's hand would be sliced in half. However, there would be a next move.
Assuming his lance had hit it's intended target, being stopped at the weapon, Senso would immediately crouch down, swinging his right foot into the lower back of his opponent's left shin, this would hit with all of the force Senso had, which had equated to around four hundred kilograms, two outcomes played out within Senso's head. Either the bones in his leg would be shattered, taking him down to the floor, or his opponent would be forcefully taken down to the floor via the force of the kick. Senso, of course would be unharmed by such an action due to his altered bodily strength. However, his opponent may not have such luxuries.
If Senso had managed to get his opponent onto the floor, it was game, set and match. Senso, being prepared to stand as soon as his opponent had started to fall, would be perfectly situated to use his lance to behead his opponent. If left undefended, with three swift, powerful movements, he would have conquered the frozen mountain. However, there was one question that would be answered within a very quick succession of the next few actions
"Would it work?"
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Mar 16, 2021 22:11:58 GMT
βI was here under order of Kaned-β The look of doubt on Nolthanisβs face says it all, but the hesitation sealed the deal for poor Senso. βDo you take me for a fool,β he asks the young man, his golden eyes flaring with luminescence - - power unseen within him awakening. The temperatureβs drop continues at an accelerated rate, whatever shuts down machine-wise as a result is only to be expected. As the physical embodiment of Winter itself, technology β unless itβs a certain type β cannot function properly, if at all, within his presence alone. Were he to cast a spell right now, perhaps this entire section of the station would go out - - likely never to recover its proper functions. And while thatβs true, how is he able to wield the Granz-Zamber? Simply because of an enchantment to protect its functions and existence can it exist within his grip. After this field-testing Nolthanis will know how to modify it for his exact use. The second excuse doesnβt even get to finish before Nolthanis speaks, lowering the Granz-Zamber to his side from his shoulder, βCut the shit, Iβm not an idiot. Your lying just got you into trouble. Now come with me orβ!?β The existence of an energy field β originating from Senso β pretty much told Nolthanis everything he needed to know. He was originally just going to arrest the lad and take him in, but to bare oneβs fangs against the Frozen Emperor is β quite literally β inviting Death onto the field. A deep, disappointed sigh escapes him from that moment. Unbeknownst to him, the Destroyer of the Old Gods? Nolthanis has been molding Ether since before Senso was a twinkle in the Creationβs plan, his ability to see, sense, and affect Ether unparalleled save for a select few. βSo, I guess this is happening.β As for that previous booming voice? It has no effect for Nolthanis has no desire to close the gap past when he rift-traveled onto the station. He merely rolls his eyes, his Primordial Essence prepared to devour at any lingering energies within the bellow should there be any present. Heβs done that too much and seen it too much to fall to such a ploy if it is utilized. βI guess so,β he confirms, his voice lacking any sort of emotion. Delving deep into the recesses of his mind, the Destroyer awakens to deal with this matter swiftly. Senso comes, but his speed is not something Nolthanis is overly concerned by. Pushing from his very pores is the manipulation of his essence, creating an outlining βsecond skinβ that would protect him should Senso try to use that field to his advantage. With that defense in play, Nolthanis awaits the coming strike. His left . . . Hand? What an odd target, especially considering itβs a lance being used; theyβre a clunky weapon in his opinion, not particularly great at cutting things off. βHow dull,β he declares in the midst of a movement. A blur of blue, silver, and black erupts in front of Senso. Granz-Zamber is bought forth with enough speed to render it a flash - - reflecting the dim rays of light off its surface straight into Sensoβs face. Not just that, but his swing of the massive blade cut apart the very air around it, displacing it temporarily while he seeks to stop the madman before he could really even get a chance to pull off whatever combo-attack heβs clearly going for. However, it would seem his junior warrior has at least grown-up a little, having somehow positioned his lance in a way to defend himself in the event of a counter. What Senso would not expect, however, is the sheer stupid level of Nolthanisβs physical strength. The timing of his strike is to hit against the lance in such a way that it would force the lance back, against Senso, and send the other away through several layers of reinforced steel and potentially some bulkheads. The sad part is that it isnβt even half of what Nolthanisβs actual strength is like. βIβm afraid I really donβt have the patience for this. Come quietly or die, it makes little difference.β Even as Nolthanis makes the statement heβs embedding Granz-Zamber into the flooring, the groaning of freezing metal drowning out all other noise for a moment. In the moment directly after heβs taking off his BLADE uniform, at least down to the pants, exposing flawless flesh save an ebony tattoo starting from his left shoulder. The uniform is put away within some sort of pocket dimension after he reaches into his right pocket, pulling out a storage ring he has and putting it over his right middle-finger. βTo think you would lie to me. Did you not learn anything during our initial meeting in Dagda Mor? Then again, at that stage, even you mightβve posed a small threat; itβs only natural you think yourself big enough even now.β The tattoo is the symbol of both his status as a Destroyer and the origin-point of his Curse. It has no special title that alludes to what it does, nor has anyone in BLADE seen it yet. However, if this were in the original Dagda Mor? Even the Black Heart and Thessalonian Tyrant would know itβs meaning. He plans to take devour Senso. Were he to give it a proper name, Nolthanis would name it the Curse of Hunger. For simplicityβs sake, his Hunger is something unique, allowing him to consume and evolve off of whatever unfortunate soul happens to be his target. It is a rare power to be employed, but not because of something silly like not finding anyone worthy to use it on. Every use of the Curse, fueling his Hunger, undoes yet another shackle on his latent capabilities as a Destroyer - - and it likewise puts him at risk of losing his mind again. Effectively, this ability is double-edged. While itβs meant for gaining power, he can become an enemy to even those most-dear if heβs unprepared. Rio once experienced what happens when Nolthanis relapses, and with full power restored? Well, one would have an hard time imagining just what can happen. However, considering the fact that no one other than he from BLADE will be here, he holds no fear in using it. Quite frankly, heβs learned to use it as a means to stop the infighting between his Essence and the Symbiote dwelling within him. They both fear the Hunger. Thus, it keeps harmony within his body, and prevents the possibility of his own powers backfiring on him - - or not activating at all. Picking up Granz-Zamber again in his left hand, Nolthanis makes his way towards Senso with the weapon once more on his left shoulder. It isnβt that Granz-Zamber is dull or anything, but Nolthanisβs body is just insanely difficult to wound to start with; one of the perks of being Winterβs champion. He doesnβt even bother to duck or move out of the way of anything that might be broken, the sheer ignorance his body has for physical obstructions obvious as any jagged piece of metal just snaps off after pressing into him for too long. βShow me something worth devouring.β In that single uttered desire, the tattoo that stretching down the majority of his left arm, side, back, and chest slithers around a little.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2021 17:38:50 GMT
The Gran-Zamber hits the Erebeus Lance with a mighty blow, the clash of the two weapons hitting each other, erupting the environment with the loud sounds and deathly, potent bloodlust coming from the two. Senso, being launched into the now cold bulkhead wall, with his Dark Impulse had immediately made quick work of the wall, allowing him safe passage without much damage, as for the force? Well Senso - despite his like for his darkness - did have his immense physical strength behind him. However, Nolthanis was a shocking discovery. Senso once thought of him as the Frozen Emperor, without the physical ability. The Gran-Zamber was something Senso had to be wary about. However, this could wait a moment.
In the air, Senso with such force would be sent toward the huge, iron wall. However, this would not be of any dire consequences. With his Dark Impulse, and the iron walls now being freezing cold, thanks to his opponent, Senso would easily break through it, with a loud, grinding blow. The sound of metal hitting and grinding metal. The force being inconsequential. However, his opponent had now given Senso the perfect opportunity. Suddenly, with a look of pain on his face, Senso would reach to the floor, with his left hand, hitting the bulkhead, feigning the feeling and look of pain. In the instant it took him to go through the bulkhead, he had sent a surge of electricity through the floor, converting his Aura into electricity. Senso, now being through the bulkhead would now be safe from it's effect. His opponent? Not so much.
The electricity sent through the now damp, iron flooring, would conduct, with enough voltage and amperage to kill a regular person, but just enough to incapacitate his opponent, paralysing him temporarily if left undefended. Now having landed in the room next to the control room, Senso would now be able to launch his counterattack. Launching himself through to the control room, suddenly, his body would erupt, with a dark, indigo glow, Senso, now covered in burning hellfire, would launch himself toward his assumedly incapacitated opponent. His lance, covering his body, he would land near to his opponent in a blur. Stomping on the ground with one foot, he would send a kinetic blast toward his opponent's shin, coming at him with a force of a literal ton. All his opponent would see is a blur as he jumped up, avoiding the counterstrike of his opponent's Gran-Zamber.
However, there was a final step to this combo, and that would be the finishing move. Assuming his opponent hadn't begun his counter attack, Senso would now approximately four meters in the air, Senso would draw his arm back, sending his lance toward the back of the opponent's neck at the speed of sound, the force if not impaling his opponent, at least dropping him to the ground. Senso however, would be perfectly positioned to then summon his lance back, landing on the floor, beginning the final flurry of blows. However, would this work? Charging his Darkness over the Abyss, he would still be studying his opponent's every move, being ready to counter or parry his opponent's movements.
"How would this play out?"
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Mar 18, 2021 3:13:01 GMT
To blindly believe in one strategy one must have two factors in their favor. The first is an overwhelming confidence in themselves, second more-or-less the same thing: overwhelming power. It is with unstoppable power that allows one to overrun otherwise impenetrable defenses - - to kill supposed Gods. It is why he doesnβt particularly bother with the nonsense of gathering a multitude of powers like everyone else. Originally Nolthanis only held dominion over ice and water, as well as his Lustbader, and look at where he is now. Sure, one can count the Essence as a key factor, but it is within limited resources that he found his ability to be ingenuitive. It is with this ingenuity that he finds himself as an apex predator, fingers clasping Granz-Zamber tightening just somewhat he takes in Sensoβs fallen figure. Does the lad believe Nolthanis canβt notice the change in his energiesβ flow? Rolling his eyes, Nolthanis steps through a broken wall before bringing his new weapon down one again. βWake up already, I didnβt bring you out to look nice,β he demands, Granz-Zamberβs frame violently shaking in reaction. Despite knowing of the electricity he does not try to stop it, nor does he halt in his approach. Why? Well, to be quite honest, while electricity in of itself is a problem he doesnβt really view it as a threat. Sure, he has to be prepared for it, but it would take a significant voltage for him to feel threatened; and that goes for anything really. His sense of self-preservation kind of went out of the window the moment he became Winterβs champion. Itβs nearly costed him before, so he does take it easier, but there are times where his apathy just makes it impossible to care. For him, taking a hit in order to kill someone is always a good trade. Which is why when his body is caught in the trap, he doesnβt display any emotion about it. He simply looks onward, monitoring Senso until the child escapes his field of view. From behind? Smart, but it wouldnβt work. Nolthanis is an Undead, rendering all sorts of conventional means of subjugation outright pointless. While paralysis itself isnβt something heβs immune to β as it isnβt a status condition he usually encounters β it doesnβt hold him for nearly as long as Senso would expect. βPointless.β In the last moment possible Nolthans whirls around, right hand extended to catch the Hellfire-covered lance with a rather loud boom echoing out. The Hellfire itself is not a threat, for again, he is an undead; such an ability wouldnβt really harm him too much. Then again, with it snuffed out completely given proximity to the Frozen Emperor, is there any real need to comment further? Unless Senso plans to teleport his lance back to him, the call of his weapon will not be heeded. Why? Nolthanisβs grip is nothing particularly special, but it doesnβt have to be, because he possesses the ability to manipulate weaponry. The only reason he decided to catch it is because the energy from Senso would stop his ability to halt the lance midair. βWatch your last vestiges of hope be crushed.β And he would do literally just that, curling his fingers inward to crush the lanceβs tip before his dominion over weaponry took effect. The lance, once legendary and perhaps a problem to others, would be reduced to no more than a ball of scrap material. Tossing the remains back to Senso, provided the madman did not charge, Nolthanis lets out a small chuckle - - finally some emotion. βI guess I can finally hit back, right?β Temperatures still dropping and Granz-Zamber still shaking, Nolthanis lowers his center of gravity while still looking at the ex-BLADE member. Third Blade Art: Terra Destruction. Taught to him by the First-Born, Nolthanisβs understanding and compatibility with the Blade Arts is nearly second-to-none. With a mighty flex of muscles within his legs, he launches himself up into the air above Senso. Gripped now with two hands, Granz-Zamber is brought over his head before the singular blade opens to emit the Curseβs power - - acting a conduit. It envelops the weapon and Nolthanis as a result, painting something seen β perhaps β in a terror-based novel. Pushed by the frigid airs, he begins a descent akin to a meteorβs. With his descent comes a rapid rotation, turning him effectively into a sawblade that could not be halted with brute strength alone. And without his lance, what would Senso do on short notice? The force of the Blade Art itself is insane, coupled not only with Nolthanisβs freakish strength, but also the added momentum from the spinning, would pretty much cause an overall collapse of the current floor theyβre on. Below them is an even larger room, perhaps a hangar bay of some sort or even storage? Doesnβt matter. With debris of various sizes and from several different things falling around them, how might the liar handle this development? As for Nolthanis, he will simply fall onto the floor with a deafening thud, causing a small indent in the metal. For anything that happened fall onto him, it would simply just disintegrate upon coming into contact with the dull-gold energy that is the Hungerβs manifestation. βIs he dead? Canβt be that simple.β
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2021 16:20:32 GMT
'Fuck, I miscalculated his strength'
Senso would be falling, beginning to come to the ground as his opponent gripped the lance, the tip almost seeming to curl in his fingers. Senso was hard-pressed, he needed to break the attempt of overwhelming pressure he had tried to face his overwhelming opponent with. It appears Nolthanis wasn't just a decrepit old man who reigned the forces of ice. Suddenly, Senso would use his own energy on him, sending a kinetic blast toward his back, sending him across the room, out of reach of what Nolthanis would be doing next. Despair, confusion and anger filled his mind as Senso watched his lance being thrown onto the floor like a ball of discarded scrap. However, he couldn't allow this to show. As Nolthanis started to glow in the sense of an attack, spinning rapidly, the floor collapses, the sound of things hitting the floor. However, just ahead of Senso, approximately fifteen meters - there was a peculiar sight to him, the debris that had fallen on Nolthanis had started to just, disintegrate.
'Fuck, this is bad news'
Senso onlooked this phenomenon, thinking to himself. Senso couldn't allow himself to lose, and he had already lost his own lance. This means that he would need to go for a change in stratagem. However, this would be difficult. If Nolthanis had been disintegrating the falling debris, he would need to switch to energy with no physical form. Raising his hand, he would use his aether to send kinetic blasts toward his opponent, these blasts not harming his opponent as much as forcing him back, or into a firing match while Senso was able to formulate a good strategy vs. his opponent. However, this isn't to say that this method of raining blasts of force toward his opponent would be any form of weak. These blasts were being fired rapidly, however along with his King's Throne ability, this would not be allowed to be used against him, and would in fact harbour forces of tonnes, sending his opponent back, while keeping him back. However, this would not be the only method of defence. He also would have needed a solid strategy in order to make sure he would not be able to be attacked in another way.
As Senso sent a flurry of these blasts, he would also be forming a shield, made out of his solidified aether. Due to his King's Throne ability, any energy he creates would be anchored to him, not being able to be tampered or negated. This would in turn allow Senso to formulate a more...surefire way to confirm Nolthanis' death, and Senso's victory in this battle. At this point, it wasn't about the logistics of killing a senior ranking member of BLADE - it was about ensuring his survival within this battle. Would this be the path to victory?
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Apr 25, 2021 2:36:41 GMT
Nolthanis simply stares onward as the blasts hurdle towards him. While he would not try to disrupt their intents, luring Senso into a false sense of security, he did let another show of emotion show: a small smile. Fingers slowly tighten around the grip of Granz-Zamber, Nolthanisβs eyes beginning to shimmer with the incandescence of some unspoken jest - - a joke only the Frozen Emperor knew. With a few swipes he shields himself against the kinetic waves, allowing the brunt to be caught on the devouring edge of the energy emitting from Granz-Zamber. It isnβt to say his Essence devoured the kinetic blasts, though it rightly could. It just meant he was using the energies of his unique existence to prevent damage to himself. As for why he didnβt devour the attacks? Does a wolf concern itself with devouring what wonβt sustain it? The kinetic blasts were weak, despite their tonnes-heavy weight; Nolthanis could lift that much while asleep! If he could sleep that is.
βI see what youβre doing, why youβre so cowardly.β Nolthanisβs voice drips with a mocking tone. βI will give you a chance to prove your worth.β
All the energy that surrounded him, that swells within, suddenly stored itself all away within Granz-Zamber, and Nolthanis flung it behind him with a small show of force. The sound of metal screeching as the empowered blade pierced flooring off in the darkness was all the sound remaining, until the clunking of his boots resumes. Powerless, Nolthanis rose his arms up and out to his sides, presenting a target too hard to ignore. There would be no tricks, no ploys, and no weapon-summoning from Nolthanis. It would be the one chance Senso has at getting in close without fear of being devoured by the Essence.
βYou pride yourself on your physical ability, yes?β With his tattooed hand he taps at the point where the heart of a human would be, silently painting a target. βThen show me. Take your time, Senso. Wouldnβt want you to cry about being unprepared, now would we?β
Despite not powering up himself, Granz-Zamber did; feeding the Essence with the power of the slaughtered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2021 1:28:00 GMT
"A free hit, huh?"
Senso manically laughed toward the Frozen Emperor, the man who had pressured Senso himself to this extent. There was doubt in Senso's mind, which in this moment had been completely wiped away, like a flame melting the snow. This man was indeed of the calibre to be called one of the uppermost senior members of BLADE, and there was little way Senso would be exiting this situation without sheer determination and fighting potential. He knew this, and the sheer burning and frustration within his mind had served as a constant reminder of this. The man was crazy, the thoughts of madness and then emptiness continuously fluctuating, However, his opponent had just given him the chance to stage a comeback. However, would this really come with no consequences? Nothing is free in life, and especially not an opportunity for a killshot. Senso knew this, and his opponent would too. Looking at his opponent, with speeds coming in as fast as they exit, Senso would be pondering as to why the opponent would let him do this. Suddenly, he raised his hand.
Of course his opponent wouldn't give him a free shot out of the kindness of his heart so to speak, or even an overflowing amount of pride and trust in his own abilities. The only logical explanation to Senso would be that his opponent wants him to get close; after all, that's exactly what Abaddon himself would do. Raising his hand swiftly and suddenly, quickly scanning the room with his eyes, he would form a shard-like object created by solidifying aura. Shooting it toward his opponent's leg within a blink of the eye, this would be the opposite of what he tried to do before hand. Instead of relying on blunt force to force his opponent to kneel, he would rely on piercing force, aiming to pierce his opponent's leg, and force him to kneel. Within that same instance, with his other hand, Senso would lower his thumb, middle and ring fingers. Suddenly, it would all come to fruition. A blast of mist came forth from Senso, dying the room black - all the while spreading to each crevice of the room with immense speed. Solidifying it, he lowered it down with extraordinary pressure, ranging in the several of tons. Even the Frozen Emperor himself would have a hard time fighting under a huge pressure, not being able to move at risk of being crushed under this platform of solidified darkness.
Spanning the whole room in diameter, and being several inches thick with the properties of thick steel, Senso would be able to quickly gain the upper-hand in this situation, at the very least halting his opponent in his advance toward Senso. However, he had a few things to worry about - the main one being how his opponent would react to this. Studying the weapon, it had seemed to be incredibly powerful - or at least that's how Senso viewed it. However, this wouldn't be the only issue. The man was physically incredibly strong, however the platform was travelling hard and fast - however his magical ability Senso had little to no information on. He could easily freeze and shatter the platform - however this could be mitigated somewhat - Senso thought to himself as he attempted to crush his opponent under this platform - assuming the line of events worked. However, Senso would also need to make sure he found a way to escape his own attack. However, this wouldn't be an issue.
Senso kept an eye on his opponent, studying his moves and looking for an opening in the man's fighting stance. Staging a comeback wouldn't be easy, but he just put his words, his mindset and his insanity into action - into tangible form and decided he would crush his opposition - leaving no room for error in doing so. Senso eagerly waited to search for the opening his opponent would leave, looking out for any blindspots and taking into account how or if his opponent would defend against any stage of his attack. Ama-no-Sakahoko was crushed, and he was hardpressed to find another way to deal with the titan which had stood before him. He onlooked the situation, hoping he would be able to win.
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Jun 14, 2021 4:32:24 GMT
Rather than take the opportunity given, Nolthanis witnesses Senso being even more cowardly. Eyes drift upward while the shard is fired, as if ignoring it entirely. He isnβt, as is made apparent when his targeted leg swing out with the force to shatter the solid aura shard. Heβs still staring up, beholding the lackluster strategy his foe is putting together.
With, but a sigh to emphasize his disappointment, he shuts his eyes and speaks, βYet another opportunity given wasted.βAn eruption of his latent strength, prowess not shown even to Adell nor Rio, takes place; the Granz-Zamber now violently quivering in its makeshift metal sheathe.βI grow tired of you. You are barely a snack to my Hunger,β he states, just as the pressure hits. His malevolent aura is not a defense, nor is it truly an attack of any kind. Contrary to what Senso might believe, the weight of his aura is just a physical representation of his killing intent. His arms lower as the entire hanger is smothered in darkness, but he needs no physical sight to know where Senso is, nor what he is doing.
The First-Born is Shadow-Walker. In his teachings did he bestow Nolthanis with the capability to tell the difference between stationary and moving shadow in the midst of an abyss - - the Realm of Darkness. This makeshift smokescreen would not aid the traitor; in fact, by reminding him of the First-Born, Sensoβs only success comes in the form of an angrier Frozen Emperor.
βYou neednβt worry about avoiding.β
A single strike, his right fist faster than anything Senso has previously witnessed from Nolthanis, came up with the intention to utterly shatter. With such a wide-spread area-of-effect skill, with no dedication to strengthen it prior, is easy as cutting paper with a pair of scissors. One good hit would be enough, raw, unfiltered physical might would completely shatter the platform that came down to crush them both.
Blood Moon Dragon Style: Flight of the Blood Moon Dragon.
In a flash of azure radiance that came from the change in color to his aura, Nolthanis becomes a blinding beacon, and subsequently blitzes forward with the same speed as his punch a moment ago. Eyes still shut, he relies on the life-force of Senso to guide him in the eternal black β assuming the hanger was still overall smothered β and with this sensory skill pictures Sensoβs overall shape, but nothing definitive about his facial features and the like.
He isnβt the First-Born after-all.
The particular technique in use painted him in a way that he looks as though heβs literally flying towards Senso. While not actually the case, and while he could fly, he does not. Itβs just that for this technique, speed was the prime factor. With it comes momentum, so when he brings that same fist forward to slam with strength that would shatter this roomβs own floor by itself, it would only become more deadly given said momentum. His continuance of raw, pent-up and insane capability is to showcase one thing: enough is enough.
βGood-bye,β he says with a flat tone.
Defenses that are just randomly erected would falter before his rush, the murderous aura finally utilized as yet another boost to the punch that comes with the intent to go through Sensoβs chest and out the back; connection would result in Nolthanis holding Senso up with his arm, his spine gripped between bloodied digits. Not just that, but the strike intended is just like what he saw out of Rio when they fought the Demon God of Wulgeeβs mutated state. His replication of that skill is not even a fraction, not even a quarter, of the perfection that explosive technique was; however, lacking substance was filled with physicality and a rage kept hidden for so long.
And in the event that Senso avoids the coming blow, Granz-Zamber is there to catch him with a horizontal strike across the back. Its appearance is the result of weapon-summoning, dispersing it from their realm to mask its approach βtil the last moment. A future where Senso would ever exist, or come back from death, would no longer be possible.
And in the midst of it all, given the temperatureβs constant drop from his Aspect, Nolthanis did one thing that only Ezekiel β thus far β has seen.
He breathed.
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