12-23-2015, 11:54 PM
Coarse pebbles clung still to the lines of Gildarts’ face, blood had woven its way into the man’s eyes, and a silt mask embedded deep into the wizard’s skin. The wrinkles in his garments were painted from head to toe, leaving everything, even his cape, covered in the shaded landscape around him. The only thing that gave away his position was the breaking of rock as though it were butter, that, and the radiant glow of his eyes.
Pain screamed from the corners of his mind, tugging and begging the man with all his might, to bow in mercy to the telepathic spell. I’ve been fighting this hell all my life... Gildarts thought against the madness with pure grit. Death, destruction, devastation, even if I look... think away for just an instant, someone dies, the ground below my feet rips the earth in two, or I simply punch too hard. In a battle that is not meant to draw blood, it is spilt.
Power, rage, and distinct resolution all smoldered from his gaze, plus, it seemed that the encounter with the boulder had shaken Gildarts out of his state of perpetual misery. The being he faced, so flagrant and lacking honor, had attempted to persuade him in the hot midst of their battle, to change sides. It hadn’t been even a worthy thought to consider, but even if the intent was distraction, a snare like a thorn in his mind, the wizard growled in opposition. Such proposals were due after a fight. After someone had claimed the victory. After someone had won.
Beads of hot sweat etched pale lines across the slate, gray mud that coated him. Trickles of rain came from above, kissing the sweat away, and running salt into the crimson lines of his wounds.
A grimace now etched on the Prime’s brow and ripples of uncontrolled power sprung off him with hops of lightning and spun in tornadoes, whirling in disarray. Fear, an alien emotion to the God-Mind, sprung from the hollow depths of Nealaphh’s soul. Chilling, coiling, repulsive fear tainted its holy, inhumane mind. Gildarts looked at the creature, his torched eyes now narrowed in anguish. He took advantage of the stunning effect of the being, and raised his hand at the hobbled figure. Rain sizzled against jos hot metallic arm and suddenly the bombardment of force came crashing down upon Nealaphh like a volcano, whose momentous cascade of force could not be contended.
The God-Mind had been plagued by that sickening stress that pounded in his thoughts while the rumble of its outer shell had been paired with the destruction. Streams of black blood mixed with the puddles moving with the drizzle of rain. It was aware, unearthly aware, of the unforgiving look in Gildarts’ eyes. The one that screamed both for terror and for mercy. It didn’t take a mind reader to realize that Gildarts had lost control of his power, and it was swimming as freely as it pleased. And it was pleased to target Nealaphh.
Meanwhile the creature took its chance in a viridescent blaze and vanished away from the predator, now smeared in a mix of dark curtain over his skin; in place of the mud, a shadow loomed over his eyes, and in specks across his open flesh. The stench of gross gore was muddled by the sweet taste of rain, and once Gildarts caught sight of his opponent, his shaking fist struck through the air and released a sliver of energy, striking the God-Mind in the one-eyed side of his shrouded face.
With a painful shriek of anguish, the luminous green glow of its eye vanished. A slice now etched itself through the being’s left cheek, and smeared a gooey glaze of tinted emerald on black. Now, invigorated- infuriated- the being need hold nothing back. Bursts of energy, dark and malevolent, seared at Gildarts’ flesh, and with the refreshing wave of agony, he flooded back to reality. The shaking in his fists had stopped, the quaking ground below his feet, but luckily, death had yet to come.
“You have fought well, creature of the darkness,” Gildarts commended, his voice was hoarse with stress as he choked out every consonant, “However I have no intention of breaking your will.”
Glitters of pain sprung forth in his joints at every movement. Hot like magma, the blood flooded in his veins while the ache in his head incessantly pounded to the pulse of his heart. The Prime’s hair fluttered in the wind, his bones were chilled with the glacial cold that near froze the dew on his beard.
He took the time to steal a breath...
Pain screamed from the corners of his mind, tugging and begging the man with all his might, to bow in mercy to the telepathic spell. I’ve been fighting this hell all my life... Gildarts thought against the madness with pure grit. Death, destruction, devastation, even if I look... think away for just an instant, someone dies, the ground below my feet rips the earth in two, or I simply punch too hard. In a battle that is not meant to draw blood, it is spilt.
Power, rage, and distinct resolution all smoldered from his gaze, plus, it seemed that the encounter with the boulder had shaken Gildarts out of his state of perpetual misery. The being he faced, so flagrant and lacking honor, had attempted to persuade him in the hot midst of their battle, to change sides. It hadn’t been even a worthy thought to consider, but even if the intent was distraction, a snare like a thorn in his mind, the wizard growled in opposition. Such proposals were due after a fight. After someone had claimed the victory. After someone had won.
Beads of hot sweat etched pale lines across the slate, gray mud that coated him. Trickles of rain came from above, kissing the sweat away, and running salt into the crimson lines of his wounds.
A grimace now etched on the Prime’s brow and ripples of uncontrolled power sprung off him with hops of lightning and spun in tornadoes, whirling in disarray. Fear, an alien emotion to the God-Mind, sprung from the hollow depths of Nealaphh’s soul. Chilling, coiling, repulsive fear tainted its holy, inhumane mind. Gildarts looked at the creature, his torched eyes now narrowed in anguish. He took advantage of the stunning effect of the being, and raised his hand at the hobbled figure. Rain sizzled against jos hot metallic arm and suddenly the bombardment of force came crashing down upon Nealaphh like a volcano, whose momentous cascade of force could not be contended.
The God-Mind had been plagued by that sickening stress that pounded in his thoughts while the rumble of its outer shell had been paired with the destruction. Streams of black blood mixed with the puddles moving with the drizzle of rain. It was aware, unearthly aware, of the unforgiving look in Gildarts’ eyes. The one that screamed both for terror and for mercy. It didn’t take a mind reader to realize that Gildarts had lost control of his power, and it was swimming as freely as it pleased. And it was pleased to target Nealaphh.
Meanwhile the creature took its chance in a viridescent blaze and vanished away from the predator, now smeared in a mix of dark curtain over his skin; in place of the mud, a shadow loomed over his eyes, and in specks across his open flesh. The stench of gross gore was muddled by the sweet taste of rain, and once Gildarts caught sight of his opponent, his shaking fist struck through the air and released a sliver of energy, striking the God-Mind in the one-eyed side of his shrouded face.
With a painful shriek of anguish, the luminous green glow of its eye vanished. A slice now etched itself through the being’s left cheek, and smeared a gooey glaze of tinted emerald on black. Now, invigorated- infuriated- the being need hold nothing back. Bursts of energy, dark and malevolent, seared at Gildarts’ flesh, and with the refreshing wave of agony, he flooded back to reality. The shaking in his fists had stopped, the quaking ground below his feet, but luckily, death had yet to come.
“You have fought well, creature of the darkness,” Gildarts commended, his voice was hoarse with stress as he choked out every consonant, “However I have no intention of breaking your will.”
Glitters of pain sprung forth in his joints at every movement. Hot like magma, the blood flooded in his veins while the ache in his head incessantly pounded to the pulse of his heart. The Prime’s hair fluttered in the wind, his bones were chilled with the glacial cold that near froze the dew on his beard.
He took the time to steal a breath...
Quote: Tier 1 power up used - 1 sp
fear!
(powers) Insight (?) BM
Tier 2 supermove(Ikazuchi) used this round - 2
crushing punch!
detonate (planted, to go off next round)
Crash!
(4 used last round, I decided to keep my super stat enhancing power up, and opt for a T1 supermove instead)
7/7 sp used
Nealaphh used mind surge, quantum uncertainty, warp burst offensive, temporal jaunt
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