02-13-2017, 02:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-13-2017, 02:07 PM by Tearen Wover.)
There was an audible hiss from the Shadow as Ratione pulled the heavy sword away from the flank of his opponent. A spray of glittering, ferrous blood sprayed onto the mat as well as the novan, mixing and blending with the red that already had soaked in. Tearen staggered backwards, dropping Enigma and clutching his side, leering at the Novan. It was to the armored warrior's benefit that he still wore his visored helm; without mutual eye contact Tearen could not unleash the full terror of his mind's power on the uppity Prime.
Still, there were other ways to show this fool who he was dealing with.
Homin-Ratione was far from being the sort of lazy combatant to let his opponent retreat uncontested. With firm strides, the Novan closed the distance between himself and the ex-enigma, blade poised for a killing blow. Just as he was about to bring the sword down on Tearen, however, space itself seemed to suck and bubble outward from the Shadow, causing Ratione's attack to glance harmlessly off of what felt like a perfectly smooth sphere of rubber. In a burst of motion, Tearen shot up out of the ring and hung impossibly in the air above the arena floor.
Fine then, no more games. Blood for blood.
At the mental utterance of that final word, five tetrahedral black-crystal objects winked into existence around Tearen in a vertical ring. What remained of Ratione's shattered HUD alerted him that, somehow, the space within these strange objects was...inverting? The bright light that began to blossom from each facet of Tearen's Aspects was all the warning the Novan needed to begin dashing for cover. As he vaulted over the ropes of the arena, the first blasts of searing light began to scream past his head, each one a keening threat of destruction.
Tearen watched the Novan flee from his vantage high in the air. The Shadow's opponent was making for the wreckage of the bleachers, a path of scorch marks tracing his path. With a small gesture of his hand, Tearen bade the Aspects to fly forth from their place at his side. Gleefully they cruised after their quarry, sending lances of pure white light within inches of the Novan's acrobatic frame every second. Right before he was able to dive behind the aluminum heap, Tearen's eyes flashed brightly once again, this time causing a gravity well to open beneath Ratione's feet.
The Novan's eyes flared inside of his helmet as he felt his bulk become stuck to the hard black tile underfoot, and commanded his armor to activate its jump-pack. Alas, even the brute force of the explosive verniers was not enough to free him from the gravitational surge. It was all he could do to stare over his shoulder as each of the Aspects energized. A moment later he was enveloped by a furious fusillade of energy beams...
Still, there were other ways to show this fool who he was dealing with.
Homin-Ratione was far from being the sort of lazy combatant to let his opponent retreat uncontested. With firm strides, the Novan closed the distance between himself and the ex-enigma, blade poised for a killing blow. Just as he was about to bring the sword down on Tearen, however, space itself seemed to suck and bubble outward from the Shadow, causing Ratione's attack to glance harmlessly off of what felt like a perfectly smooth sphere of rubber. In a burst of motion, Tearen shot up out of the ring and hung impossibly in the air above the arena floor.
Fine then, no more games. Blood for blood.
At the mental utterance of that final word, five tetrahedral black-crystal objects winked into existence around Tearen in a vertical ring. What remained of Ratione's shattered HUD alerted him that, somehow, the space within these strange objects was...inverting? The bright light that began to blossom from each facet of Tearen's Aspects was all the warning the Novan needed to begin dashing for cover. As he vaulted over the ropes of the arena, the first blasts of searing light began to scream past his head, each one a keening threat of destruction.
Tearen watched the Novan flee from his vantage high in the air. The Shadow's opponent was making for the wreckage of the bleachers, a path of scorch marks tracing his path. With a small gesture of his hand, Tearen bade the Aspects to fly forth from their place at his side. Gleefully they cruised after their quarry, sending lances of pure white light within inches of the Novan's acrobatic frame every second. Right before he was able to dive behind the aluminum heap, Tearen's eyes flashed brightly once again, this time causing a gravity well to open beneath Ratione's feet.
The Novan's eyes flared inside of his helmet as he felt his bulk become stuck to the hard black tile underfoot, and commanded his armor to activate its jump-pack. Alas, even the brute force of the explosive verniers was not enough to free him from the gravitational surge. It was all he could do to stare over his shoulder as each of the Aspects energized. A moment later he was enveloped by a furious fusillade of energy beams...
Quote:Spending 4 SP for this turn and Ratione's next turn on Assist: Aspects of Divinity
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