02-14-2017, 04:58 PM
A fiery moment passed between the two fighters, flames born from the Aspects' nuclear blasts flickering dimly off of Nealaphh's polished carapace. With a slow, deliberate movement, the Shadow peeled back the hood from his face, tucking the rumbled sack cloth behind his head. Green, luminescent eyes burned brightly upon the smooth facade, and what was perhaps a flicker of admiration made itself known in the ex-enigma's gaze. Whatever manner of creature this Homin-Ratione was, Tearen could certainly appreciate his tenacity. Few others in the Omniverse had the gall to keep fighting after they were so clearly beaten, both Primes and Secondaries alike. It hearkened of Okor Paleblood's inexorable advance towards the halls of legend. It was evocative of Jade Harley's determined pursuit of a world without strife, even in the face of stark impossibility.
It even reminded Tearen of himself, staring into the burning eyes of the Arch Dragon, Volvagia.
In that moment, flame and light was replaced by damp and darkness as the arena's automated fire-control system activated, dousing the scene with a haze of silvery water droplets. The floodlights overhead flickered dimly in the wake of the destruction, and nothing but white noise flooded the scene. There came a metallic whining that grew louder until the halberd Enigma came rushing to Tearen's outstretched hand. Sprinkled water pattered against the flat of the halberd's head as Tearen stalked towards Ratione in the strobing darkness. Gracefully cradling the lower haft of the halberd in his left hand, the Shadow held the tip of Enigma forward in the gulf between himself and the Novan, pausing. Ratione hesitated for an instant before slowly rapping the side of his own greatsword against the halberd.
Previous disgraces forgotten, the two Primes immediately set upon each other once more, in a flurrying tangle of blows and parries that sent each of them shuffling to and fro. Thick puddles sloshed around their deft footwork as they circled and checked one another, eyes fiercely locked. The increased reach of the Novan Greatsword made up for the disadvantage in reach that had previously hampered Ratione; now, for each distancing thrust from Enigma, the Furturmin was able to close the renewed gap with a short, charging thrust. It was an easy enough attack to defend against, but it kept him squarely in Tearen's threat zone. As the Novan thrusted again, however, Tearen anticipated the closing attack and caught Ratione's edge in the crook of his halberd, locking it high above their heads. Before the Shadow was able to bring the spear-tipped pommel of Enigma up to Ratione's throat, the Novan stepped close, leaning on his greatsword and using his freed right hand to pound Tearen in his left flank.
A mental screamed ripped through the psychic medium as Tearen clutched at the aggravated wound in his side, but rather than be momentarily stunned, the Shadow slammed Ratione to the floor with a savage headbutt...
It even reminded Tearen of himself, staring into the burning eyes of the Arch Dragon, Volvagia.
In that moment, flame and light was replaced by damp and darkness as the arena's automated fire-control system activated, dousing the scene with a haze of silvery water droplets. The floodlights overhead flickered dimly in the wake of the destruction, and nothing but white noise flooded the scene. There came a metallic whining that grew louder until the halberd Enigma came rushing to Tearen's outstretched hand. Sprinkled water pattered against the flat of the halberd's head as Tearen stalked towards Ratione in the strobing darkness. Gracefully cradling the lower haft of the halberd in his left hand, the Shadow held the tip of Enigma forward in the gulf between himself and the Novan, pausing. Ratione hesitated for an instant before slowly rapping the side of his own greatsword against the halberd.
Previous disgraces forgotten, the two Primes immediately set upon each other once more, in a flurrying tangle of blows and parries that sent each of them shuffling to and fro. Thick puddles sloshed around their deft footwork as they circled and checked one another, eyes fiercely locked. The increased reach of the Novan Greatsword made up for the disadvantage in reach that had previously hampered Ratione; now, for each distancing thrust from Enigma, the Furturmin was able to close the renewed gap with a short, charging thrust. It was an easy enough attack to defend against, but it kept him squarely in Tearen's threat zone. As the Novan thrusted again, however, Tearen anticipated the closing attack and caught Ratione's edge in the crook of his halberd, locking it high above their heads. Before the Shadow was able to bring the spear-tipped pommel of Enigma up to Ratione's throat, the Novan stepped close, leaning on his greatsword and using his freed right hand to pound Tearen in his left flank.
A mental screamed ripped through the psychic medium as Tearen clutched at the aggravated wound in his side, but rather than be momentarily stunned, the Shadow slammed Ratione to the floor with a savage headbutt...
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