02-13-2017, 10:59 PM
Tearen leered angrily at the pathetic form of Ratione as he skidded under the bleachers. A loud squealing accompanied by a shower of dancing sparks traced a glittering path into the shattered refuge of twisted aluminum. It was ridiculous that such a poorly equipped Prime should have the gall to challenge one such as he. The man named Homin-Ratione was skilled with a blade, no doubt, but that and that alone was no match for the power the Shadow wielded. Perhaps this battle would be of sufficient worth in dissuading future distractions such as these.
With an audible grunt, Tearen forced himself into a higher frame of relativity, causing the world around him to appear tinted blue. In this heightened state of being, all actions had an exponentially more powerful impact on those constrained to the normal flow of time. With a lifting gesture, the ex-enigma lifted the quaking wreckage of the stands directly upwards before hurling it off to the left with an effortless swipe. Homin-Ratione and Tearen looked into one another's eyes for the first time, and in that moment, the full terror of what Tearen was came crawling into the Novan's head.
Ratione's mind was strong, but in the haze of lower relativity, his synapses just couldn't fire fast enough to keep up with Tearen's subtle mental puppetry. With dawning horror, Homine tried to resist the growing compulsion to march towards the central ring of the now-burning arena, but those burning, hateful, viridian eyes seemed to be in every direction he wrenched his gaze. All was silent, save for the growing rumble of flame, as Ratione stalked back to the padded ring against his will. Tearen watched silently as the Novan climbed under the ropes and walked towards him.
Just give up.
The Furturmin spat a wad of blood on the mat and raised his wrapped fists.
"No."
A telepathic growl echoed across the psychic medium as Tearen closed the distance between them, his fists readied for an advancing attack. The Shadow led with a sharp blow from his right elbow, but Ratione caught it with his right hand and pushed it away. Tearen followed with an adroit kick, and by yet another elbow, but the Novan matched him flawlessly. It wasn't until Ratione lashed out with his own left hook that the Shadow found an opening. Tearen took a quick step forward and stomped on the Novan's left foot while catching the hook. A visual distortion of space began to gather around Tearen's left palm, and the Novan jerked backwards to block. Anticipating the defense, Tearen slammed his palm into Ratione's center of mass and sent the Furturmin flying with a telekinetic shove.
Unfinished, the Shadow spontaneously detonated a knot of spacetime along the Novan's trajectory, blasting him in the opposite direction. A quick acceleration of his temporal aspect sent him flying clear to the other end of the arena...
With an audible grunt, Tearen forced himself into a higher frame of relativity, causing the world around him to appear tinted blue. In this heightened state of being, all actions had an exponentially more powerful impact on those constrained to the normal flow of time. With a lifting gesture, the ex-enigma lifted the quaking wreckage of the stands directly upwards before hurling it off to the left with an effortless swipe. Homin-Ratione and Tearen looked into one another's eyes for the first time, and in that moment, the full terror of what Tearen was came crawling into the Novan's head.
Ratione's mind was strong, but in the haze of lower relativity, his synapses just couldn't fire fast enough to keep up with Tearen's subtle mental puppetry. With dawning horror, Homine tried to resist the growing compulsion to march towards the central ring of the now-burning arena, but those burning, hateful, viridian eyes seemed to be in every direction he wrenched his gaze. All was silent, save for the growing rumble of flame, as Ratione stalked back to the padded ring against his will. Tearen watched silently as the Novan climbed under the ropes and walked towards him.
Just give up.
The Furturmin spat a wad of blood on the mat and raised his wrapped fists.
"No."
A telepathic growl echoed across the psychic medium as Tearen closed the distance between them, his fists readied for an advancing attack. The Shadow led with a sharp blow from his right elbow, but Ratione caught it with his right hand and pushed it away. Tearen followed with an adroit kick, and by yet another elbow, but the Novan matched him flawlessly. It wasn't until Ratione lashed out with his own left hook that the Shadow found an opening. Tearen took a quick step forward and stomped on the Novan's left foot while catching the hook. A visual distortion of space began to gather around Tearen's left palm, and the Novan jerked backwards to block. Anticipating the defense, Tearen slammed his palm into Ratione's center of mass and sent the Furturmin flying with a telekinetic shove.
Unfinished, the Shadow spontaneously detonated a knot of spacetime along the Novan's trajectory, blasting him in the opposite direction. A quick acceleration of his temporal aspect sent him flying clear to the other end of the arena...
Quote:2 SP Used
Relativity Shift 1 Turn
Exponential Sequence Contraction
Kiss of Reproach > Warp Burst > Temporal Jaunt
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued