06-13-2017, 06:13 PM
Mouth of the Hallway
The Fairy Tail mage still had a dull ringing in his ears, it kept him a little spaced out but he was determined to keep a strong appearance, as that is what people like this creature held in high opinion. The consequence, if he didn’t keep the creature impressed would be that Illidan would see him as weak, out there on the island, that was a cost Gildarts did not want to pay. The Ambrosian mage had sized Illidan up before he had walked across the room to meet him. Now, the mage had heard his voice, knew the impatience, the experienced the confidence in him firsthand. Perhaps most notably was the lust for power that radiated fiercely from within him. The elf was a powerful creature, raised beyond the limits of man. Gildarts had encountered his type before. Any show of weakness would make him seem like bait in the coming event, an easy victory, and well, Gildarts knew the game and had gotten himself into this mess. Now he had to play.
“I am a participant, yes,” Gildarts said to the dark elf, never revealing more than he had to. Not his true goal in this competition, not either, that he’d been in this tournament before and failed. The auburn-haired mage turned his head up to the creature and both of their “gazes” had locked. Neither had yet decided ‘friend or foe’ not that you could, in a game like this, when everything had suddenly been put on the line.
Between the sorcerer and the mage, there was an intense, invisible static building like a gradual earthquake shaking the space between them. Who would draw first? Or, who would bow out. It was not a staring contest, for Illidan had a blindfold over his eyes, but it was a standoff for the title of the paramount.
Illidan had been right, this man had proven amusing, not to mention competent and… Distinctly formidable. He was a threat, the question was, did he squash him here or wait to see what happened next? He felt his elfin fingers twitch with eager anticipation, yet his form remained stoic and rigid, the game had yet to begin, there had yet been revealed a weak place to aim his first blow. The silver parts of the human might have made him stronger, so he could not assume that those would fall apart like mere scrap metal. So they remained, frozen in the confines of the stalemate as the time compressed around them. The air between them was thick with aggression and the torrential life of a storm had begun to crackle around the two. Each of them waiting as the time ticked, growing eager for a match to be struck and an immense explosion to go off. Waiting for the first move. Of what sort, deathly, or playful, neither would be able to tell until the torch was lit. Illidan’s patience was faltering. He thirsted to see what type of power this human had locked away for no one to see. A punch to this human’s face would quench the challenge for title and power Gildarts had inaudibly posed, but Illidan dare not sully his own hands.
The buildup was reaching the edge of a cliff, teetering on the inevitable destruction of first their sanity, then perhaps, the entire room. When the Fairy Tail mage peeled back the layers into the solemn fighter that he had often buried away, it was hard for him to readjust, pulling out of a high-stakes situation wasn’t something easy to do for a man who had to keep a lid on his powers, not to mention one that had to keep a proud name for his guild. So what happened next was no surprise when a small squid came up and called Gildarts a jerk in front of the dark-sorcerer was to be expected.
Gildarts had almost ignored him, but then Illidan offered a half-slant of amusement on his lips. One of victory. One Gildarts could not back down from. Both primes exuded confidence and pride, neither had quite breached the realm of arrogance, though surely, the two magic-wielders were teetering on that edge too.
It was instinctual for Gildarts, who had much to lose depending how this unspoken stand-off went, for the him to do exactly what followed. The darkness of Gildarts’ eyes was stunning as he turned his head and not did not move his body for risk of announcing admitting defeat to the dark elf who had inaudibly laid much consequence on the line if the mage bailed. The Fairy Tail mage would likely be set to the first on his threat’s death list, yes, people like this dark elf were often as sadistic as they come, and Gildarts didn’t possess the power to know what was going through his rival’s mind. He could only assume this to be true.
The Ambrosian almost did nothing, he’d been mistaken for someone else, but besmirching and slandering his title as well as his pride in front of an enemy who held much consequence, who may have been the source of the vision that had scared him so deeply, well, Gildarts weighed the pros and cons. He took the consequences that would come with this squid’s intrusion, for it was out of line enough to merit a small token of punishment. The cost may be high. Or it may be nil. But Gildarts wagered Illidan for the highest prize and his gut instinct may have been right.
Illidan meanwhile, watched. He was ever-observant, keen on his fellow prime, as though a God who was waiting to be fed a grape upon his throne while the peasants fanned him cool. There was something ancient, something that whispered only under the cover of shadow, which was exuded from the elfin Prime. A power that remained dormant but ever-ready to strike… The challenger waited for Gildarts’ response, if the human failed, there was no telling how weak and undignified Gildarts would appear. It would become everything.
Immense waves of power radiated off the Prime, so much so that it took Illidan’s breath away, for he would have never guessed. The ground beneath the silver-appendaged prime seemed to crack with pressure, a subtle rolling light of energy gleamed off of the prime’s olive skin. Waves of power spewed from the Fairy Tail mage's form, targeted at the squid, not that this type of anger could be aimed.
It was unable to be tamed and the terrifying effect struck forth toward Abyss. Gildarts growled as his gruff voice fell on the squishy-creature's ear holes, putting on a compelling and severely believable show, the mental effect made even the Prime's voice sound terribly daunting, as though he were about to release the wrath of gods, "You have made a grave mistake. For I'm known as Gildarts and I don't take lightly to being called a jerk by strangers."
The Fairy Tail mage still had a dull ringing in his ears, it kept him a little spaced out but he was determined to keep a strong appearance, as that is what people like this creature held in high opinion. The consequence, if he didn’t keep the creature impressed would be that Illidan would see him as weak, out there on the island, that was a cost Gildarts did not want to pay. The Ambrosian mage had sized Illidan up before he had walked across the room to meet him. Now, the mage had heard his voice, knew the impatience, the experienced the confidence in him firsthand. Perhaps most notably was the lust for power that radiated fiercely from within him. The elf was a powerful creature, raised beyond the limits of man. Gildarts had encountered his type before. Any show of weakness would make him seem like bait in the coming event, an easy victory, and well, Gildarts knew the game and had gotten himself into this mess. Now he had to play.
“I am a participant, yes,” Gildarts said to the dark elf, never revealing more than he had to. Not his true goal in this competition, not either, that he’d been in this tournament before and failed. The auburn-haired mage turned his head up to the creature and both of their “gazes” had locked. Neither had yet decided ‘friend or foe’ not that you could, in a game like this, when everything had suddenly been put on the line.
Between the sorcerer and the mage, there was an intense, invisible static building like a gradual earthquake shaking the space between them. Who would draw first? Or, who would bow out. It was not a staring contest, for Illidan had a blindfold over his eyes, but it was a standoff for the title of the paramount.
Illidan had been right, this man had proven amusing, not to mention competent and… Distinctly formidable. He was a threat, the question was, did he squash him here or wait to see what happened next? He felt his elfin fingers twitch with eager anticipation, yet his form remained stoic and rigid, the game had yet to begin, there had yet been revealed a weak place to aim his first blow. The silver parts of the human might have made him stronger, so he could not assume that those would fall apart like mere scrap metal. So they remained, frozen in the confines of the stalemate as the time compressed around them. The air between them was thick with aggression and the torrential life of a storm had begun to crackle around the two. Each of them waiting as the time ticked, growing eager for a match to be struck and an immense explosion to go off. Waiting for the first move. Of what sort, deathly, or playful, neither would be able to tell until the torch was lit. Illidan’s patience was faltering. He thirsted to see what type of power this human had locked away for no one to see. A punch to this human’s face would quench the challenge for title and power Gildarts had inaudibly posed, but Illidan dare not sully his own hands.
The buildup was reaching the edge of a cliff, teetering on the inevitable destruction of first their sanity, then perhaps, the entire room. When the Fairy Tail mage peeled back the layers into the solemn fighter that he had often buried away, it was hard for him to readjust, pulling out of a high-stakes situation wasn’t something easy to do for a man who had to keep a lid on his powers, not to mention one that had to keep a proud name for his guild. So what happened next was no surprise when a small squid came up and called Gildarts a jerk in front of the dark-sorcerer was to be expected.
Gildarts had almost ignored him, but then Illidan offered a half-slant of amusement on his lips. One of victory. One Gildarts could not back down from. Both primes exuded confidence and pride, neither had quite breached the realm of arrogance, though surely, the two magic-wielders were teetering on that edge too.
It was instinctual for Gildarts, who had much to lose depending how this unspoken stand-off went, for the him to do exactly what followed. The darkness of Gildarts’ eyes was stunning as he turned his head and not did not move his body for risk of announcing admitting defeat to the dark elf who had inaudibly laid much consequence on the line if the mage bailed. The Fairy Tail mage would likely be set to the first on his threat’s death list, yes, people like this dark elf were often as sadistic as they come, and Gildarts didn’t possess the power to know what was going through his rival’s mind. He could only assume this to be true.
The Ambrosian almost did nothing, he’d been mistaken for someone else, but besmirching and slandering his title as well as his pride in front of an enemy who held much consequence, who may have been the source of the vision that had scared him so deeply, well, Gildarts weighed the pros and cons. He took the consequences that would come with this squid’s intrusion, for it was out of line enough to merit a small token of punishment. The cost may be high. Or it may be nil. But Gildarts wagered Illidan for the highest prize and his gut instinct may have been right.
Illidan meanwhile, watched. He was ever-observant, keen on his fellow prime, as though a God who was waiting to be fed a grape upon his throne while the peasants fanned him cool. There was something ancient, something that whispered only under the cover of shadow, which was exuded from the elfin Prime. A power that remained dormant but ever-ready to strike… The challenger waited for Gildarts’ response, if the human failed, there was no telling how weak and undignified Gildarts would appear. It would become everything.
Immense waves of power radiated off the Prime, so much so that it took Illidan’s breath away, for he would have never guessed. The ground beneath the silver-appendaged prime seemed to crack with pressure, a subtle rolling light of energy gleamed off of the prime’s olive skin. Waves of power spewed from the Fairy Tail mage's form, targeted at the squid, not that this type of anger could be aimed.
It was unable to be tamed and the terrifying effect struck forth toward Abyss. Gildarts growled as his gruff voice fell on the squishy-creature's ear holes, putting on a compelling and severely believable show, the mental effect made even the Prime's voice sound terribly daunting, as though he were about to release the wrath of gods, "You have made a grave mistake. For I'm known as Gildarts and I don't take lightly to being called a jerk by strangers."
Quote:Gildarts used “Fear!” on Abyss.
Quote:Fear- 300 (Debuff, ranged, area attack)
Waves of power roll off Gildarts at a stunning rate, the vibrations, almost rippling through the air like a roar, causing the affected to tremble in trepidation.
Gildarts' finds a balanced stance and notices his pursuer coming for him. He focuses his energy before releasing it outwards, into the air around him, which has a range of five to seven feet around him. After seven feet, the effect dissipates, and anyone beyond that is not affected by the power.
Effect on opponent: They become stunned and are unable to find balance (ie dizziness/cognition disturbance).
There is no charge up time, however, when he uses this repeatedly, he gets very tired. It uses a lot of energy, and can only be used ONCE per battle.
The effect lasts 45 seconds.
Taking damage immediately sets them free from the effects of parallelization.
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