Zone C -- Megacity One

[Gildarts]

Gildarts felt himself tsk to himself disappointingly, but there wasn't much time to chastise himself now. His hair was rushing in the flow of the wind picked up from the momentum of the fist snatched around him and now it really did resemble a fire. The fist had so easily picked him up from the ground and swiftly switched him to an upside down position. His cheeks were burning crimson from the pressure of all the blood flooding to his head and he felt his amber eyes bulge nearly out of their sockets.
 
The human was being squeezed like lemonade and couldn't quite free his hand to expel any of his magic. His fate was in Illidan's hands and the start of their test began. The dark elf selected one of the moves he thought the human's skull would be thick enough to not crack from, charged it like a malleable ball of energy in his palms. It was colorless, like the wind as he released it forth into Gildarts and the fist that was holding onto him. There wasn't much to hit, other than a few pieces of condensed matter which was much like a live cloud, and the Prime target himself, however when the immense power of the magic slammed into the two forms, Gildarts was thrown back as his hair ground into the asphalt before his whole body landed with a limp splat, much like a pancake being flipped on the griddle.
 
The fist dissipated immediately, as though blown so easily away by the strong gale. As it left it took only a fraction of the force away from the Prime it had held onto but it was the fall that initiated a bony, chiropractor-relating sound in the air. Crick!
 
"Ugh," he managed to grunt out and the world was stirring around like a whisk to eggs. Above him the bits of revealed skyscrapers merged together like a kaleidoscope.
 
Illidan slowly sauntered over to the fallen prime, the creature's foot scuffing the ground next to Gil's weary ear. The dark elf waited till he saw Gildarts' chest heave with a breath before saying, "Oh! Good, you're not dead."
 
"Not yet," Gildarts said as he grasped his back, likely somewhat pulled for the maneuvers that had been performed for a man his age. "Though I'm not as young as I used to be."
 
"Hum, you humans and your complaints of age, I've lived through many lifetimes of your ancestors and I will much longer still past the decedents of your children," Illidan said proudly, he was quite similar to a God to humans like the man before him. "Still, you do not hear me complain of the years I have spent my life on."
 
"Come now, let us continue onward," Illidan nodded and extended his purple palm out directly under the Prime's nose. Sometimes this kindness was seen as a disgrace, other times, a sign of great unity. Gildarts took his silver hand and hoisted himself up, Illidan could bear the weight, his muscular build remained stable on Gil's entire way up as the strength caused no strain on the sorcerer.
 
Illidan did have a point, but Gildarts hadn't too many joints to complain about considering his lack of two appendages, his back had surely been thrown out of wack enough to cause him to stagger when he finally rounded to a stand. Illidan wasn't quite capable of a smile, but it seemed like he was enjoying the excitement like a good sport. Plus, he was two to one in the little competition between themselves. Gil smiled as he saw his hair in the tinted window he passed by while Illidan lead the way from here, his hair was a complete and utter mess, and it was likely Illidan couldn't really see it. The Prime stifled a spirited laugh, he wasn't too old to disregard the amusement of a self-deprecating hairstyle, that was part of the Fairy Tail way. Karl on the other hand, was surely laughing his polyester pants off.
 
 

Gillidan Moved c21 to c17

Illidan used: On the threat that was surrounding and on top of Gildarts
Push (requires Telekinesis, Ranged, Ranged Materialise) - Illidan charges his telekinetic magic for 2-3 seconds and fires it in a rippling, focused blast three feet in diameter at the speed of an arrow. Often used to knock targets backwards or to destroy walls, Illidan must focus when charging, preventing him from attacking or using other moves. This will also affect any projectile that can be rebuffed by strong winds such as an arrow. While he can cast this more than once, it will take a toll on him slowly, and it will reliably weaken him after fifth or six casting. He can avoid this by spacing out the attacks. Traditionally Illidan will cast this from his hands, though he can also cast it from random directions to push objects towards him as well.