Post by biocide on Aug 30, 2021 3:22:51 GMT
•• RULES aetherastate.boards.net/thread/290/compendium-based-combat-knowledge-guide
•• MEMBERS Delta & Eden versus Minoto and Demise Avalon
•• TIME LIMIT 5 Day posting limit
•• POST ORDER EDEN, DELTA - MINOTO, DEMISE
EDEN
“This only being the shield thing is interesting.”
The pastel pink femme fatale spoke over the rim of her floral teacup that was once again filled with peppermint tea. Eyes of vibrant sage shift across to the holographic replay of the events that transpired in their first round. The remnants of an entire city block left to complete ruination as civilization would once return to that cityscape to find house and business alike missing. All without having taken a single step.
“So easy, I do hope our next opponents are worth their merit. I suppose from our understanding they have already taken out the trash that is weak fighters to come against us.”
Eden’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth in contemplation before her attention swivels away from the repetition of their combat towards Delta. Placing her teacup down upon the ground Eden rose from her previously seated position across from Delta and moved towards the large breasted woman. Leaning in, Eden’s fingertips curl up against the supple flesh of Delta’s cheek and chin as her head is turned towards Eden’s own.
“I look forward to seeing you get serious again. I have only seen it twice and both times were delicious. It was so tantalizing to watch.”
Before Eden could speak an alert reverberated through the command center of their elite dreadnaught class ship Leviathan. The visual carried the emblem of the Kiseki Kingdom. Second round was to commence. The alert detailed a location coordinates and an image of what looked to be a floating estate known as Concordia. The large floating island bared beautiful ornate gardens, an orchid and a mansion upon its grounds and all levitating thirty thousand feet above the ground. Looking towards Delta briefly before turning her attention back towards the location before Eden gently tapped Delta’s cheek and began to walk behind Delta’s command chair as commander of this ship.
As Eden stepped her attire would change somewhat, the femme fatale’s attire would consist of her LEA – DREAMWEAVE coating her entire body as a skintight nano-weave bodysuit of onyx colouration. Over the top Eden would wear a tall length white tank-top which would be completely hidden by the high-necked military windbreaker of black accentuated with white and emblazoned with the logo of ECLIPSE upon her left breast. Eden’s lower half would be swapped out for black combat pants tucked over grey stiletto combat boots. Pink laces pulled tight. About her midsection was a form fitting belt of fluorescent pink with a black buckle, attached to which and hanging about her person were bright pink suspenders. Eden looked more fitted for a punk show than armed combat and that was her prize.
Eden was built for combat; she was built for war. As a realian she was bioengineering perfected. A designer child manifested at the hands of Babel Corporation to lead the war against Gnosis and any corporation, federation or being that wished to harm Babel Corporation. Technology and Biology amalgamated perfected into the ultimate sarcastic K-pop idol vessel of destruction. It was with intelligence and the full financial and intellectual might of Babel that Eden was created, trained, and given license to act. She was the Magnum Opus of Miyazaki. A natural savant enhanced by bioengineered means and perfected by technology, Eden was and is the divine hammer of war and will of Babel.
Eden’s Heads-Up Display located in her right iris would consistently read out data in real time, processed by the quantum processing cores embedded within her cerebral. Paired with her heightened sensors, this made for a dangerous combatant. The pastel pink read-out featuring the same message as the ship before it was closed. With one hand Eden would once again extend her finger as the gaping maw of the immaterial would manifest to her command. The fabric of reality, time and space torn asunder as chaos incarnate, the warp would crackle with prismatic energy consumed and reborn in consistent flux. The primordial passageways of destruction and the void between worlds bent and shifted to Eden’s command creating a direct passageway to the battlefield.
“Hurry up, Delta.”
Eden barked as she summoned forth her cup once again to sit between her fingertips of her hands before she simply walked on through the gaping maw of the immaterial. Hopefully with Delta in tow. On the ground of Concordia at the southern end of the central water feature the immaterial would manifest as ground, garden, stone and remnants of a crashed car would be churned into the open gouge in reality before it snapped shut leaving the two women to their own devices. Looking about Eden turned towards Delta.
“Pretty sure I saw something like this on Everest Seven, though not quite as pretty. Back when I worked for Bjorn in infiltration and assassinations.”
Craning her neck to the side somewhat, pastel pink hair fell away from Eden’s visage before she hid her face behind her to-go teacup once again filled with peppermint tea.
“I do hope our opponents arrive soon.”
DELTA
Looks like history was apt to write yet another set of names into the ever-growing list of people felled by Babel’s most vibrant duo… a pair of girls whose personas couldn’t have been more dissimilar. In one fell-swoop, an entire cityscape became nothing more than a foundation for sorrow and misery as people returned to what they believed was home, only to find a chasmic extinction of everything they held dear. Chaos had come and gone, and the only people aware of its brief stay were the two pink-haired dames who were fashionably absent in the potential period of mourn; it was by their hands that entropy begot atrophy, all because some other duo strived to conquer the pink vibrancy which was considered kawaii…
The only reminder of their folly wisped away along the soils of charred terrain and rubble as winds of a mourning civilization carried what remained of them into the horizon, like dust. Gone and forgotten to time. It was an unfortunate circumstance for them, but it was also expected; a tournament replete with formidable beings made for even more ferocious stakes, a concept Delta’s opponents learned the hard way. Instead of riding on the wind’s waves like aimless fragments, she was once-again aboard her leviathan: an elephantine cosmic explorer where she perched firmly in the seat of commanding authority.
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Words lined across page after page, a seemingly dull cosmetic which managed to rouse the young woman’s imagination as her rosy lamps scanned every sentence; a world-building immersion captivated Delta into a calm submission… an odd show of character considering the poor state of her victim. A mere novel quelled the beast so well, not even Eden’s voice could liberate her from its trance. Of course, Eden wasn’t one to be trounced so easily; the clank of her teacup’s union with the floor delicately reverberated about the chamber, albeit sharply. Before Delta cared to divulge in Eden’s newest shenanigan, a gloaming shadow loomed over what Delta perused and discharged the young lady from an otherwise silent excursion. A quick glance awarded her with an opportunity to see that it was Eden who casted growing darkness onto her reads until the pop-lover’s countenance was mere inches away from Delta’s own.
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”What are-“
Fingertips suddenly wrapped about Delta’s cheek and chin, only to serenade the young lady in to peering onto a sea of sage; it was a moment yearned by nearly everyone, yet one endeavored by no one… except her. A set of aurelian-stained rose-pink optics, which were initially compressed into focus, dilated upon Eden’s touch; her image became etched into Delta’s psyche, since she treaded grounds unknown to all and reigned as a pioneer.
“I look forward to seeing you get serious again. I have only seen it twice and both times were delicious. It was so tantalizing to watch.” Just as Eden charted into unknown territory and quipped, Delta remained seemingly austere in the face; her countenance froze in shock. However, calling her “surprised” was an understatement. Fortunately, a distraction blossomed out of the ship’s command center, abdicating the attention of any close enough to hear its siren; accompanying the leviathan’s chime was a hologram of the Kiseki Kingdom’s emblem. From within the sigil’s envelope came a confirmation of the next round, in the form of detailed coordinates describing a beautiful estate, designated Concordia. And just like that, the two of them were called to do greater things. A gentle tap on the cheek marked Eden’s secession, only for her to retreat from visage behind Delta’s commanding seat.
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Her own delicate fingers lined about her cheek and chin where previously touched, while she pondered over what occurred – or what potentially could’ve. Either way it was a potent subject greater than any book, evident by the fact that she completely dismissed her lack of time… now that battle was upon them once more. Only when subjected to the fierce bark of her teammate was, she able to remember it was time to leave.
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“Hurry up, Delta.”
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”It’s time to leave already?! Hmph, I suppose so.”
Without another word, the graceful commander rose from her seat, only to perch upon the floor upright. Every step she made was celebrated by a sonorous clap as the heels of her calf-reaching onyx boots elegantly collided with the linoleum. Delta was a woman who cared about her appearance, so attire was similarly delicate, in her opinion that is. Matching the style of her boots was an obsidian form-fitted double-breasted mini-dress adorned with golden buttons. The dress, however, reached to her upper thighs – a feat hardly fit for a dress; likewise, the garment effectively covered her abdomen and stopped before her bosom… only to contour the sides of her chest as two, one per side, obsidian laces which converged at the base of her neck like a collar. Her arms, legs, and breasts were largely exposed by the garment – but were rendered concealed by virtue of a radiantly achromatic skintight nano-weave bodysuit. Only her hands and crown were fully exposed, and perched upon that rose-gold/cottoncandy hombre of hers was a delicate flower.
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An azure stone positioned in the flower’s center made the otherwise mostly white, and somewhat translucent, ornament appear as a simple accessory to the woman’s immaculate vibrissa. To assume it was a mere decoration would’ve been an egregious assumption; that floral appendage existed as her LEA, and capabilities catapulted it to the top of its class.
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Delta checked into Eden’s personal space within moments, only for Eden to cross into an immaterial aperture upon Delta’s subtle nod; likewise, the commander followed. This time, Delta was prepared for the trip; in a nearly instantaneous voyage, the two dames stepped from within a dimensional aperture and stepped onto deformed slabs of pavement. The rip in space-time must’ve destroyed any matter relatively nearby the aperture, as only a crater stood in their wake.
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”You call this pretty?”
The rose-gold crowned dame stretched mid-sentence,
”It’s relaxing, I suppose.”
A roseate scrutiny bathed their local ambiance as Delta searched for their opponents,
”We wouldn’t want your tea to go cold, huh?”
DEMISE
Demise appeared upon the battlefield via a magic portal. Looking around, he was surprised to not see his partner. He seems to have the habit of running late. Hopefully, it would only be by a few seconds behind. Before Demise saw anyone appear, he had a little bit of time to examine his surroundings. It was quite a well-off place. Hell, the car looked like it could fly. The statues and surrounding garden were appealing enough. He couldn't tell if the building sitting above it all was supposed to be a manor, courthouse, or church of some kind. Whatever it was, hopefully, the owners knew what was about to happen upon these grounds.
The king stood at six-foot-eight. His long dark locks were tied into a ponytail, and just a few strands of purple showed going back. His attire was a bit more fitting for the surroundings than the rags he wore in the previous round. His attire was black with golden threading. Demise wore a purple cloak over his shoulders, held on by a crystal cross brooch. He had belt-like straps on his outfit of the same purple, just as an aesthetic choice. Silver gauntlets were worn on each hand. At the man's feet were a pair of combat boots, made to somewhat imitate dress shoes for extra flare. Many would likely recognize him by this appearance. Only, back then, he was well-shaven. He grew out a full beard now, but it was well-kept.
He had a utility belt of sorts around his waist, black in color with a golden phoenix design upon the front and back. However, those designs were all but covered up by the many pouches that were on the belt. In each were many weapons and tools, mostly resembling that of a shinobi. This included metal wiring, throwing blades, ball bearings, tacts, and other rudimentary weapons. This same metal wiring was in a spindle on his right hip. On his left hip was a katana, resting in a black sheath.
By far, the most noticeable weapon on his person was the massive blade at his back, Dark Sakuretsu. It was nearly seven feet long and almost a foot wide. This double-edged sword was pitch black, crafted from dark steel. A material with magical properties that had the hardness of diamond but the tensile strength of steel. Demise's left hand grasped upon its three-foot-long silver handle, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. He couldn't harness his power yet, but the Avalonian warrior could still be mentally prepared for the battle ahead.
Speaking of which, about a dozen meters away, two portals formed upon the battlefield. Two women appeared. Demise knew first hand that women could be the most dangerous opponent of them all. Their last fight was short but eventful enough. It tends to be that case in the first round of any tournament if you're lucky. There was something about these women's aura that told him this could be a much more dire fight. His purple eyes never went off them.
Currently, Demise had his seer, Zaborg, recalled. He wasn't going to make any definite commitment to not summoning him, but only would if need be. For now, all he could do was wait, but in the meantime, he'd say one word.
"Greetings..." in a stoic tone.
MINOTO
An inky puddle welled up in front of the Avalonian King. Small at first it continued to grow until it was about two meters wide. From it thick miasma began to spill. The surface rippled violently then suddenly the crowns of two heads broke the surface; their white hair both stained with blood. The further they emerged from the black pool it became clearer that these men were no longer living. Their eyes were lifeless and as their mouths appeared they were held open in permanent agony as it could be seen that there were a pair of horns protruding from them. As they rose further still the ends of their mangled necks looked as if they had been eaten. Their names had been Ayden and Tokyo, but the beast who had claimed them as trophies did not know, nor did he care.
Soon enough Minotaurus emerged from the portal he had forged. At 234cm and 177kg he was a terrifying mass of muscle covered in ashen fur. In his right hand he carried a large double sided battle axe, and leather tassets and thick chains were worn at his waist. The Minotaur was now so much closer to his goal and before him were the next two to fall so that he could reach it. He considered them carefully already wanting nothing more than to kill.
The setting for this battle was vastly different than the last. Minotaurus noticed this too, but in the end it meant almost nothing to him. Taking in a deep breath many different scents came to the beast, and he found that Demise was here, close and likely behind him. Then it seemed there was no longer a need to wait. His left hand grabbed at the chains on his waist and ripped them free. Exhaling, Minotaurus released a powerful snort that moved into a growl.
EDEN
“Oh good, they showed up…”
Eden’s words passed through her tinted lips as her heterochromatic hues shifted to grace the visage of their regal opposition before her attention was drawn towards the inky puddles that burbled with activity. Flesh, gore and decay began to rise as craniums forced upon ivory like spikes to a funeral pyre manifested out of the sludge. Before the duet of dames was a duet of man and beast, in more ways than one. A minotaur, a hateful abomination of cattle and human forged in the underworld stood before her, a true monster protecting what she assumed was the beast’s assumed king. They could be lovers, who was she to judge one’s choice in partner, but the safest option was to assume king and knight.
Shifting her attention from the beast’s monolithic proportions towards the regal one, Eden gave a soft nod in recognition as she took to taking the first movement. Casually her left hand bypassed her coat and slipped into the pocket of her pants, simultaneously luminous pastel pink aether would summon itself into existence as aethereal Sakura blossoms are called to the material plane of existence. Hundreds of these blossoms would coalesce and dance in what looked akin to an all too beautiful Sakura dance before spiraling out to float throughout the garden. The rather grandiose and intentional showing from Eden brought forth her item of choice. Manifesting from within the dance was a four foot, six inches tall, three foot, five inches wide tower shield. The vibrant vermillion and gold stood out against the ominous blackened metals of a unique alloy.
INVICTUS SANCTUS, the shield bore a draconic visage roaring towards the heavens, rubied hues peering down upon all. To look upon its visage was to feel as if its ferocious stare was intently focused on you regardless of position. Furthermore, divine ether begins to spew forth from the shield in vibrant crackles of white lightning, their purpose yet unknown. Anchored not to Eden but to Delta the shield did not manifest as attachment to physical body but rather floated in a tight circular fashion about Delta’s physique without hampering her ability to move at all. The shield was in perfect harmony with the woman and her needs. In contrast from Eden arks of crackling indigo crawl against it all in rampantly decaying manner as a shield forged in perfect duplication to INVICTUS SANCTUS of indigo silver and black manifested. Created not by her own hand but by the Living entity LEA she wore – DREAMWEAVE. Counter to the divine ether that circled Delta, Eden’s own seethed violent Nether.
“I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I feel like this will not be pleasurable for anyone…”
Eden’s hues shift towards Delta momentarily before returning towards the duo across from them in between the dancing petals, a soft smile on her face.
“Well except for Delta, but she’s a sadistic bitch.”
Eden’s attention of the battlefield was acute, immediate, and focused. As much as she was for small talk, Eden was never slacking off, rather her exemplary senses and capable battle prowess met with the savant intelligence in unison to understand and prepare for action as necessary. The woman rose her tea cup to her lips and took a sip, silencing herself with the warm liquid, attention drawn to Delta as their internal communications flickered on.
“Hope you’re ready.”
Eden’s attention shifted towards the Minotaur as its snort-turned-growl permeated throughout the battlegrounds. Still Eden’s left hand was stuffed into her pocket, right hand holding her cup. Shields gliding effortlessly about the duo’s physiques.
DELTA
The advent of opposition was finally upon the two rose-haired dames, where one of them managed to arrive before the duo had ever stepped foot onto the estate; to have eluded an initial detection from both girls meant that this warrior was versed in the art of stealth, or something. At least up until the figure said “greetings” in a dreary tone. However, if secrecy and covertness were his game, he’d have a hard time assuming victory in regard… now that he was perceived by not only the roseate scrutiny of Delta’s delicate lamps, but also Eden’s heterochromatic orbs.
Upon a brief inspection, the male didn’t appear to be threatening at all in comparison to her last set of opponents, but perhaps his confidence spoke volumes about his combat abilities. Moments later, an inky puddle manifested before the sole male there and continued to grow until ultimately a monstrosity emerged beyond the puddle’s obsidian depths; he appeared far more feral, even for an abomination such as him. Decorating the being’s bloody horns were craniums of people no longer of this world, but it was upon peering at these trophies that Delta’s interest was mildly sparked; one of those decrepit craniums seemed oddly familiar, as if she experienced some odd loop through fate.
“I suppose they did appear.”
Her last utterance cued a stretch which spurred a delicate “meep” from within her vocals, only to subsequently end any exhibition of being anything other than a walking malady. It appeared her pink cohort reflected her feelings, as she gave Delta a slight nod before beginning the expedition of hell. Inaugurating the beginning of their cohesion was the manifestation of countless pastel-pink aethereal Sakura blossoms, only to unify in their appearance and dance around the two damsels before diffusing about the estate. Of course, their coordinated and synchronized display functioned to conceal the burgeoning of two vibrant shields; one of which surrounded Delta, and one Eden. They were divine in their approach, but there was yet another nexus of ruin hiding amongst the vibrancy of petals.
As each petal vigorously wisped about the environment, Dellta and her own LEA decided to seize the opportunity; hoisting her left hand towards her opponents, Delta quickly gathered energy while her LEA glowed a subtle beryl. The act of charging actually didn’t take long at all, as some of the petals didn’t even get a chance to diffuse about the atmosphere; there wouldn’t be much time between Eden’s conjuring of shields and the advent of a wicked blade that was Delta’s sanguineous intentions. A mere discharge of the young lady’s rose-like energy erupted from her hand, and threatened to span the distance between she and both opponents in the blink of an eye. While her own aethereal presence is vastly pink, and usually fire-like or in the image of rose petals, this showcase of murderous intentions manifested as streaks of energy nearly identical to lightning, by virtue of her LEA converting her energy’s wavelengths to that of lightning; so instead of her usual fire-like appearance, her power spanned the distance between her and the petals lining her visage as lightning-like streaks.
As the woman’s energy diffused, and collided into multiple blossoms, they both were guided to the opponents with lightning-like intensity… however…. There was yet another problem…. Upon contact, both blossoms and coruscations would ultimately amalgam into multiple eruptions powered by not one person, but two; so as fast as lightning could reach both of them is how fast these males would be staring down the assault of numerous detonations, in which only one would be enough to engulf the entire estate in a pastel pink/rose pink evisceration, just after the call of their shields. Of course, if either of them was caught within an assault of this caliber without proper preparations, well, there would be no other way to describe the results of being rained down upon by lightning-like bombs other than being rend, seared, pelted, and blown apart by multiple eruptions which fell like rain. At least they weren’t the only victims, as the entire scenery would’ve felt the blistering effects to some degree.
“I’m not sadistic Eden, hush and focus.”
DEMISE
His partner finally arrived. It took him long enough. At least his entrance wasn't as bombastic as the previous round. Wait, were those two heads on the bull's neck!? Demise gave out a sigh but didn't bother saying anything. He told him not to do such a thing. This would speak poorly upon this prisoner's probation, even with the agreement to enter the tournament with the king. Sadly, some beasts couldn't be tamed. At least this beast's fury would be leashed upon their current opponents. Also, multi-verse shit, the other two were (most likely) still OK or would be. In any case, Demise focused on the battle ahead. These two women seemed even more threatening and alarming once they revealed just a taste of their power.
The two women's auras seemed almost contradictory. Beautiful pink colors were mix with a black goo that embodied the feeling of death. He also had a feeling the shields around both of them would be pretty annoying. Upon his opponents revealing their own power, Demise was sure to activate his storm aura. He focused his energy, ready to react at a moment's notice. Sure enough, he'd have to do so almost immediately.
Demise was wary of the pedals immediately upon their summoning. Hell, the Avalonian warrior used a petal-like weapon himself in the distant past. It came impressively fast, but the king was ready. As the petals came forth, Demise created a sizable outburst of wind. It was a simple wind barrier. Imbued with his energy, even if the petals were energy-based, the wind should push back against the petals. Somewhat to his surprise, the petals exploded. Believe it or not, this too was similar to his old power set. His destructive diamond powers were fun back in the day. Still, he sacrificed that ability to have mastery over the storm, skills that would be useful this very moment. No petal should come close enough to him or his partner as a vortex surrounded the two like a dome. Demise would only sustain this barrier for as long as needed.
Their opening move was indeed impressive. However, widespread attacks tended to be thwarted with focused defenses and counters. Not to say it was easy since their efforts were combined. Now, as the fog of war was still over them post-explosion, it was time to retaliate.
"Get 'em..." Demise said to the Minotaur.
Even if the beast didn't like being ordered around, the permission to go wild should excite the fiend greatly. Demise would sit back and observe for the time being. After all, his current role was of the shield.
EDEN
In true synchronicity Eden’s defensive capability was in harmony with the destructive presence of her partner. Pastel pink aether would cover itself over the prized beryl hue of Delta’s left eye. The coating would manifest as a replicant to Eden’s own Heads-Up Display directly feeding information to delta with minimal delay, the upload near real time. Eden’s attention shifted towards her porcelain reusable teacup as she raised it to her lips and took a sip of the liquid within. It was still warm. Even if it looked as if Eden were not paying attention to the events of the battle, she was rather focused on the events transpiring tonight on this battlefield.
As she stood, in what is quite obviously a relaxed stance even as her opponents finally manifested Eden took to ensuring their defenses were absolute. As her other hand remained stuffed inside the pocket of her attire, a vibrant silver borderline white luminescence would permeate from the attire. A residual effect from charging a voltia spell. The contrast between both teams was stark. With the arrival of the female duo, they looked united and faced with a plan of assault, their opponents however looked more sporting and willing to think in the moment.
As Delta’s assault had begun, Eden’s attention shifted towards the collision of sanguine conflagration and Sakura blossoms targeting directly towards their opponents. Another sip was taken from her cup. The assault’s vicious capitalization upon Eden’s own aethereal Sakura an interesting combination between the two causing spiraling dancing blades of flame destined for eruption.
The destined destruction of each beryl amalgamed petal met in swift reaction of an outburst of wind. Wind and fire met in a blaze of rampant ferocity. It was interesting to see Delta with such ravenous malicious intent, normally the duo would be best understood if the roles were reversed. It seemed the silent dictator was nay but a ruse to lure people into her savage grip. What was to happen next? The question plagued Eden’s mind, was it that she was perhaps having fun in seeing rapid adaptation and reaction by both teams? Perhaps. She remained entirely silent. A third sip of her tea was taken.
DELTA
At least one thing was certain; both parties were quick in displaying their herculean powers. Not even a sufficient greeting between them and suddenly the estate was engulfed in typhoon-like eruptions capable of rending the entire topography into incinerated chasms; it was nothing short of chaos manifest… and an obvious repercussion of merely being blessed with an opportunity to stand as her audience. Rose pink eminence aside, some praise was awarded for the male who at least attempted to stand firm in the face of her assault. Amidst the certain doom that was a cavalcade of exploding aethereal petals, he managed to improvise through the use of cyclonic gales; no doubt, it was an endeavor to ensure his personal area remained devoid of any hazards otherwise destined to bestow ruin upon all. However… that’s as far as one could praise his efforts, because his defense only inspired more challenges which he may or may not have realized were there; rest assured, though, because Delta was about to capitalize on them the best way she knew how: overwhelmingly.
The first of his issues may even begin with the rather grave miscalculation of using a shield galvanized by one person to stave off an assault innervated by two persons; quite a fundamental detail, yet one which could be the difference between life and death. Not only was he subjected to a series of cascading mortars, but each of them would’ve exploded on contact with his tempestuous barrier; the amount of force awarded by the dames’ synergy should have been overwhelming just as it was swift, at least when compared to the shield that was supposed to protect… in that moment.
If that barrier managed to somehow endure their fiery carnage then not only should he count himself lucky, but also stronger than their combined efforts; otherwise, expect various blights to line his physique even if they were milder than Delta intended. As electrified pastel-pink petals roared into the barrier-like zephyr, fiery eruptions manifested from their collisions only to envelope the barricade in an oppressive firestorm… Flora, marble, and anything nearby immediately suffered once the plasma-like tendrils of war passionately caressed them with intense force; multiple blastwaves radiated from the collective descent of Delta’s assault, and with them came an equally intense ambiance that would’ve inspired whatever spared by precipitation to bow; to kneel and turn to ash. Needless to say, these consequences alone – although somewhat wide-spread – were nothing to scoff at, and certainly capable of having a fiery destruction permeate through what would’ve been a wind-like defense.
If his bastion were accompanied with relocation, the maybe he would be in a better position. Assuming his barrier didn’t immediately buckle down from Delta’s onslaught, he was surrounded by entire waves of adverse circumstances; combustion and eruption bordered the barrier’s every “corner,” which only worsened his situation. In short, he possessed so much faith in his shield that he allowed Delta’s murderous convictions to circumfuse his surroundings in a burning lake. However, instead of defending his life – he extended it… only to literally nourish the flames that haunted him by exchanging his energy for the wind which fed them; as opposed to a proper defense, conflagrations convened with the swirling vortex and cultivated into proportionately stronger flames, and equally wide-spread. Perhaps he did seize his own demise…
Yet, everything described existed merely due to circumstance; Delta hadn’t even begun a retaliation. In fact, her hand was still raised from her prior display of power; anything she performed at this point would’ve been superfluous… and likewise detrimental. Little was anyone aware of the looming oblivion, primed to massacre nearly everything, especially this male, with a simple thought. Little was HE aware that all he managed to do was sow the seeds of his own demise, by doing the work for her. Well, unfortunately he may never know, because ruin was to descend without a sound… without a prominent clue, and certainly unheralded.
Once explosions and fulmination began to line about the windy vortex, noticeably intensifying their potency, she began what was likely to be the coup de grace, for the entire scenery. A delicate nieve outstretched yet, was once the bestower of energy. However, it suddenly represented a seemingly counterproductive idea: an abdication of energy. It was a sentiment nigh indiscernible by anyone beyond the dame’s perception, and likewise the consequences likely would’ve manifested without anyone being aware… until it was too late. An atrophy of life was to was to emerge from a simple name.
Elegiac Nightshade
From within a vortex of oppressively incandescent inferno came a “darkness” so potent, the atmosphere appeared to scream – yet not a sound could be heard; from within a vast sea of heat and fire came an abdication of everything responsible for their fiery appearance. It would’ve manifested as a “flash”, and any blights imparted by its shadow would’ve emerged just as quickly, but that’s hardly what happened. Once the rose-haired belle activated the technique, all of that heat and energy bestowed by her performance was to return to her. In fact, all energy touched by her flames was to heed her call and depart to her hand without a moment to spare. However, because her opponent expanded the flames’ reach, the area of her spell would’ve been proportionately inflated. What this meant for the victims was… a sudden acquaintance with an absolute zero environment, once swelling with inflated heat and energy reduced to an expanse of motionless, ice-like death. What’s more is that per each petal which fell on, and comprised that vortex… each one would’ve activated an Elegiac Nightshade in her name, and reduced the ambiance to a hyperboreal darkness.
If that wind-like dome was still rotating by the time of her call, a complete seizure of kelvins would’ve transformed wind into whisper, into nothingness. The situation is especially dire for him considering his “vortex” was in direct contact with what used to be flames, so his vortex… if it were somehow active from the explosive barrage would’ve been rendered inert by this point. Even if it were not, the atmosphere’s lack of energy and absolute-zero conditions would’ve nigh instantly swallowed that relatively small area of activity, unless he could avoid ANY of this. However, because these circumstances were to occur during a potentially expected result of his wind-like barrier and fiery collision, he’d have very little resources to even notice the technique – assuming he didn’t perish from the pressure of that same vortex.
It would’ve been without warning, it would’ve occurred in silence, and any indications offered by sight or energy detection would’ve described a scenario where it was too late. If he were unable to avoid this blight, then he was sure to be paralyzed by an absolute absence of heat, which would likely not only freeze him but render the atmosphere unwilling to even accommodate his existence as it too would be rendered inert – stiff, and incapable of allowing the motion of a single breath. As for Delta and her partner, of course they were unscathed by all of this; in fact, in her nieve was the conglomeration of all that power pilfered from the scenery.
“We’re done here, Eden. I don’t see him surviving that, so prepare our way back.”
Was it the end?
DUE TO EIGHTEEN DAY WAIT FOR JUDGEMENT, DELTA AND EDEN RESIGN DUE TO LIFE