03-30-2018, 12:41 AM
Blow after unrelenting blow crashed against Strazio’s frozen body. No amount of fury could free the mage from Tearen’s temporal imprisonment. There was no pain, not yet, just the dread that one feels moments before being nailed by a car. Unable to even close his eyes and brace for impact Strazio tried to scream and found that even his voice had been incarcerated. Then, as quickly as it began, Tearen’s assault came to a visceral end. Every blow leveled against Rockwell was made manifest in a crescendo that filled the air with the cacophony of broken bones and bruised organs. Strazio’s body, now no longer suspended mid-air, contorted violently and plummeted back to terra firma. Now little more than a fleshy ragdoll Rockwell’s body bounced once before coming crumpling into a battered heap.
Tearen came crashing down shortly after his apprentice, although the ex-enigma did manage to land on a pair of trembling legs. There was no contempt in Wover’s eyes as he scanned his ruined pupil. In that mess of broken bones and spilled blood he could sense a heartbeat. Defying death long after any sane person would’ve just let the reaper take them Strazio stirred. His body heaved and shuddered as his throat tried to speak and instead only managed to choke up a chunk-filled puddle of blood. Twitching and writhing Strazio crawled towards the fatigue stricken Shadow. Every scrap of energy spent by Tearen was focused on keeping him standing. Time, he needed time to recover, time that the Avatar of Rage had no intentions on giving. Strazio’s mangled hand clutched at the slick black shell of Tearen’s dress shoes, mixing blood with shoe polish.
“You,” Strazio forced himself to say through a knot of blood, “you arrogant... prick.”
Tearen tried to shuffle backwards, but Strazio’s hand wrapped around his ankle.
“I’d… never dream of… beating you in your own element,” every word was punctuated by the horrid scraping of his shredded lungs, “but, you have the audacity… the absolute fucking arrogance… to try and beat me at the only thing I’m good at?”
His hand clawed at Tearen’s suit jacket.
“You’re just a tourist Tearen…” Strazio said, his voice now adopting a crackling static-filled din, “I live here motherfucker.”
With that said Strazio’s hand shivered and then vaporized. His flesh peeled away and the viscera underneath disintegrated into white hot sparks. In mere moments all that remained of the tempestuous mage was a disembodied skull, spinal column, and ribcage. As black as onyx this partial skeleton ignited in an alabaster inferno. Primal and horrendous shrieking tore forth from the skull’s open mandibles and the flames began to take a humanoid shape. The metaphorical chains wrapped around Tearen’s body finally gave way and he began to backpedal, keeping his eyes focused on the indignant effigy. A pair of yellow coals came to life within the skull’s eye sockets and they stared down the retreating prime.
Given a corporeal form the Avatar screamed and bounded forth. Faster than a starving cheetah this rancor of rage tore a path of destruction through the helpless treeline, aimed at Tearen. In that split second Wover’s inhibited mind struggled to suss out a solution. Instinct took over and the ex-enigma focused on the advancing monstrosity. Time warped around the Avatar and it watching helplessly as its already ludicrous speed was cranked up to eleven. Tearen sidestepped the enhanced charge and the Avatar overshot its target by a good hundred feet. It skidded to a halt, kicking up twin curtains of sand as its heels dug in. This moment of respite was short lived as the Avatar whirled around and stormed forth.
This time Tearen was prepared. Having recalled his faithful halberd he pointed the business end towards the advancing brute. As the avatar charged it stuck a burning finger into its mouth and without any regard for pain or sanity it chomped down, severing the digit in a crunch of blood and bone. With its uninjured hand it grabbed the disembodied digit, which had transformed back into an object of flesh and blood. Energy was dumped into the organic grenade and it was lobbed towards his opponent. Tearen raised an eyebrow as the digit tumbled through the sand in front of him. White lightning crackled across the finger and Tearen immediately jumped to action. The ground beneath the digit began to rumble as Wover began to manipulate gravity in the path of the Avatar’s charge. A plume of sand was sent high into the air as the digit was detonated. Had the Avatar been a second slower he would’ve been pinned by Tearen’s trap, but as it stood the Avatar came bursting through the cloud of sand. A flash of white magick erupted from its palm, aimed for Tearen’s chest.
Tearen came crashing down shortly after his apprentice, although the ex-enigma did manage to land on a pair of trembling legs. There was no contempt in Wover’s eyes as he scanned his ruined pupil. In that mess of broken bones and spilled blood he could sense a heartbeat. Defying death long after any sane person would’ve just let the reaper take them Strazio stirred. His body heaved and shuddered as his throat tried to speak and instead only managed to choke up a chunk-filled puddle of blood. Twitching and writhing Strazio crawled towards the fatigue stricken Shadow. Every scrap of energy spent by Tearen was focused on keeping him standing. Time, he needed time to recover, time that the Avatar of Rage had no intentions on giving. Strazio’s mangled hand clutched at the slick black shell of Tearen’s dress shoes, mixing blood with shoe polish.
“You,” Strazio forced himself to say through a knot of blood, “you arrogant... prick.”
Tearen tried to shuffle backwards, but Strazio’s hand wrapped around his ankle.
“I’d… never dream of… beating you in your own element,” every word was punctuated by the horrid scraping of his shredded lungs, “but, you have the audacity… the absolute fucking arrogance… to try and beat me at the only thing I’m good at?”
His hand clawed at Tearen’s suit jacket.
“You’re just a tourist Tearen…” Strazio said, his voice now adopting a crackling static-filled din, “I live here motherfucker.”
With that said Strazio’s hand shivered and then vaporized. His flesh peeled away and the viscera underneath disintegrated into white hot sparks. In mere moments all that remained of the tempestuous mage was a disembodied skull, spinal column, and ribcage. As black as onyx this partial skeleton ignited in an alabaster inferno. Primal and horrendous shrieking tore forth from the skull’s open mandibles and the flames began to take a humanoid shape. The metaphorical chains wrapped around Tearen’s body finally gave way and he began to backpedal, keeping his eyes focused on the indignant effigy. A pair of yellow coals came to life within the skull’s eye sockets and they stared down the retreating prime.
Given a corporeal form the Avatar screamed and bounded forth. Faster than a starving cheetah this rancor of rage tore a path of destruction through the helpless treeline, aimed at Tearen. In that split second Wover’s inhibited mind struggled to suss out a solution. Instinct took over and the ex-enigma focused on the advancing monstrosity. Time warped around the Avatar and it watching helplessly as its already ludicrous speed was cranked up to eleven. Tearen sidestepped the enhanced charge and the Avatar overshot its target by a good hundred feet. It skidded to a halt, kicking up twin curtains of sand as its heels dug in. This moment of respite was short lived as the Avatar whirled around and stormed forth.
This time Tearen was prepared. Having recalled his faithful halberd he pointed the business end towards the advancing brute. As the avatar charged it stuck a burning finger into its mouth and without any regard for pain or sanity it chomped down, severing the digit in a crunch of blood and bone. With its uninjured hand it grabbed the disembodied digit, which had transformed back into an object of flesh and blood. Energy was dumped into the organic grenade and it was lobbed towards his opponent. Tearen raised an eyebrow as the digit tumbled through the sand in front of him. White lightning crackled across the finger and Tearen immediately jumped to action. The ground beneath the digit began to rumble as Wover began to manipulate gravity in the path of the Avatar’s charge. A plume of sand was sent high into the air as the digit was detonated. Had the Avatar been a second slower he would’ve been pinned by Tearen’s trap, but as it stood the Avatar came bursting through the cloud of sand. A flash of white magick erupted from its palm, aimed for Tearen’s chest.
Quote:Used Avatar of Rage for 1 post
0/6 SP remaining
Straz's stats are
ATK - 11
DEF - 0
SPD - 10
TEC - 2
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