Ragnarok
Thousand Soul Conqueror
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Post by Ragnarok on Aug 20, 2021 15:39:45 GMT
Certainly, it was a modicum of something similar to his. However, it felt insulting to have projected this to him at the most inopportune moment, where childish dreams like that are ruthlessly squandered. Out of respect for a well-endowed official from the Kingdom of Fabrolias. Rio decided that the most effective method of inducting Reis into the crew was showing him the difference in where they stood. In this sense, it would work in determining the resolve of his request and comprehending the gap which existed between them. The commander also thought it would be a decent time to vent some of his frustrations through a heated engagement. Selfishly as it seemed, there was some good in doing this. Though he wouldn't be surprised if his mixed signals provoked the Fabrolian soldier to actually leave. In spite of that, he allowed himself to become immersed with the peaceful ambience just for a moment. His sable pants was billowing with the zephyrs, following a sporadic rhythm which happened with his tunic as well. The sun brought out a saturated depth from his tanned skin, showing off the discolored pigmentation that was owned by the plenty scars which covered most of his body.
The weight of his jackboots found a firm purchase on the cobblestone edge that surrounded the pond. His truculent crimson eyes stared thoughtfully into the murky depths, where not even his reflection reached. At this time, it was likely that the young Reis had finally found his way to the transportation deck on the Judecca. Conveniently, there was a designated serviceman that set in the coordinates to directly transport him to the area. It was courtesy, but also concern that he didn't know how to operate it anyway. It had already been an hour now, but, well, Rio was sure he must have his reasons for keeping him waiting. He averted his eyes from the pond, feeling his body almost lock up like a machine standing so idle. He brought his calloused palm up to his face to catch a yawn, promptly pulling away to observe the Bascht Sacrament deeply engraved into his wrist. As he closely inspected it, a thought arose up to the forefront of his mind. 'I haven't used this since the Ishgrian Expedition, does it even work anymore?' Though he felt tempted to see for himself, he abstained from doing so, and languidly glanced down to his pocket. The Ebon Star was still in there, and yet, hasn't said a thing.
It was a rather peculiar expectation of him. But perhaps a good fight would become its encouragement to speak. |
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Reis Reinhardt
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By what right does the wolf judge the lion?
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Post by Reis Reinhardt on Aug 27, 2021 2:44:15 GMT
In truth, Reis was nothing more than a brazen young fool who wanted to find his place in the universe. As selfish as his ideals and desire to grow stronger may be, he would stand by them. If that meant a clash of fist with the commander to further cement his resolve, Reis would gladly partake in such an activity. The Fabrolian soldier wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge, and this could prove to be the toughest yet. Although their interaction ended on a sour note Reis looked towards the positive side of things. If anything, he figured the commander was merely testing him and this served as the perfect opportunity to gauge just how much he has grown with these new abilities of his. “Just what have you gotten us into you fool?”
“You’re awake? Good, it’s time to put our skill to the test Elgdamex, don’t fail me now.” “Just don’t get yourself killed, young lion, I’m not ready to be imprisoned again.”
The exchange between the two causes the slightest form of a smirk to appear upon Reis’ countenance. It was unusual for the dragon to show some form of concern for the young man, as self-centered as it may be Reis was glad that Elgdamex at least cared to a degree. After wandering the halls of the Judecca for some time Reis had finally made his way to the transportation room with the directions provided to him by the assistant from earlier. Conveniently there was already an operator on duty awaiting his arrival, a gesture from Rio he assumed. With a deep exhale Reis began to prepare himself for the events to come. He began to unbutton the cuffs on the military jacket pushing the sleeves just above his elbows. With the God Shattering Star on full display the metaphysical regulators that comprised each ring began to attune to meridians located within his forearms. With a firm grasp of his fist his gaze was locked onto the artifacts. Carrying the pride of the Reinhardt Household on his arms he felt anything was possible regardless of if he earned their recognition. Removing the beret from his head the young soldier placed it on the desk of the operator, his dull blonde hair a shaggy mess. Signalling that he was ready the teleporter was activated and Reis made his way through. Now at the determined location Reis could see the commander from afar. Standing idle near the pond Reis made his way over, the weight of his footsteps reverberating throughout the overgrown cobblestone as he walked with a certain determination that could be seen on that stoic face of his. With a quick scan of his surroundings Reis took a moment to himself to appreciate the serenity of the environment. A shame that such a place would soon echo with the sounds of battle. “You better be awake Elgdamex, I’ll need you for this.” “Of course I’m awake you foolish lion, you put us in this mess now I have to make sure we stay alive.”
“Hah, just do your part and I’ll do mine.” Now across the pond Reis looked to Rio with a firm look of determination displayed upon his face. With his mine fully focused on the battle, Reis kept his guard up, prepared for the events to come. “Before we begin, I apologize if my words came off as rude. However, I still stand firm on my beliefs and I hope to show you my resolve through this exchange of ours.”  |
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Ragnarok
Thousand Soul Conqueror
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Post by Ragnarok on Aug 28, 2021 8:39:51 GMT
As the presence of the Fabrolian soldier suddenly appeared to his preternatural peripherals. Rio deftly lofted a side-glance to the young warrior as he made his approach over to the pond. His hand, which caught his yawn earlier, dropped back down to his side and his stance looked generally unprepared. There was a sense of curiosity behind Reis' entry into the battle. While the commander was certain he would have took his seemingly off-guard moment to launch a sneak attack. It was quite the opposite result. The stiff gait of his movements and respectful ambience about him offered the impression that he wanted this fight to be a fair one. In this case, Rio admired that honor he had to have faced him directly before battle. However, that wouldn't mitigate the circumstances as a whole. The leylines that surrounded him were feeding Ether reverently into his body. Pale blue streams of essence find a direct passage into his meridians, resulting in an aura with a contrasting hue to flare outwardly from his person. It appeared as though the tongues of a flame enveloped him, with a deep crimson obscuring his characteristics like a shadow. There was no distinctive pressure being imposed into the atmosphere, nor was there a sense of foreboding. But if one were to observe its nature precisely, it was nothing short of profound. When the young Reis stood across from him, he was introduced to an augury of battle. The aura continued amassing itself even in the moment of which the warrior spoke out; apologizing for his negligence. A glaring radiance roused itself from his eyes, which observed his opponent for everything he had to offer.
The uniquely crafted weapon that hugged his arm was a mysterious factor. There was an otherworldly power so faintly felt, but it was familiar nonetheless. The power of dragons. A palpable signature that had been computed in his thoroughly trained Soul Eye, but also as an additional sense of perception for a Xeroxian as well. This information was enough to determine the intensity of this fight. Rio wouldn't hold back. Once Reis finished speaking, the commander would start their battle with a stern forewarning. "Then don't run away." The very few meters that existed between him and the Fabrolian soldier vanished in the fleeting moments that his words left his lips. With an absurd amount of power, his legs had launched him directly toward Reis with celeritous execution. The transference of force that would've initially shattered the ground beneath him into pieces was harbored inside of his lower half. Such was the swift and lithe movements that founded the Art of Blitz in the God Dragon School. Coupled with his superbly dense musculature and resilient physiology, the repercussions are diminutive in the face of a master like himself. In a blur of hypervelocity, it seemed as though Rio intended on colliding with Reis at this infinitesimally close distance. However, with tried and true sensory one would notice the illusive guise that shrouded his true intentions. In this quite brief instance, the explosive force that gathered in his dorsal muscles launched his right fist forward. It was navigated to soundly impact his chest, but at the rate of which Rio traveled. It was likely that the weight of his maul-like hand would pierce through him.
The meridians which welcomed the leylines' energy was subconsciously refined to the point of a finite support in most of his physical and mental faculties. Such preparation created a more threatening circumstance for his quite unfortunate opponent. Even more so, the commander would continue his pursuit of the attack even after the fact. Whether the amount of energy transferred upon impact shattered every bone in his body, liquified the internal organs; or fully assimilating him into the audacious charge that would travel through varying structural debris. The commander sought to run him throughout the landscape like an unstoppable locomotive. Circumjacent roots of energy feed into his internal processes as he happens by, creating more of a substantial gap between him and Reis in the fleeting present and future to come. His aura remained relatively the same, but its presence seemed to be awakening a mystic radiance from the wicked rune on his wrist. To that effect, it would be gradually thinning out until fully entering inside of its emblem. Ultimately, there was no reason for Rio to test his luck against a fellow Xeroxian. There was a reason as to why he was called the Dragonslayer. His tribulations of being one is a testament to that.
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