06-16-2017, 04:51 AM
The flash of garish metal streaked forward in the insidious form of an axe. It was the pugnacious female among them to strike first, she lunged, viciously propelling herself forward with the strength sourced from her calves as her marauder-themed attire dragged in the momentum behind her.
The rush of movement was swift, the arch of the blade had already split the skin of his chest when Gildarts released his charge and with torrential force Malon was pushed back with nowhere for her spine to slam except for the solid wood of a tree. Impacting with a hollow-sounding crunch! mixed with a breath-swept whimper.
“So this is your choice?” Tearen’s sinister tone shattered through the soft chirps of birds, “Betrayal?” When Gildarts spoke no words, other than looking with loyalty at his singular ally, the god-mind’s cold-blooded anger quivered eagerly to unleash the true entirety its wrath, “Fine, you’ll regret it, just like in Nippur, this time however, you won’t get any mercy. I tried to warn you, fool.”
The menacing fury flowing so forthright proved the consequence of when Gildarts had thrown bark against the umbral being’s weakness. Her. The elven sorcerer watched them chat, taking his time to strike the god-mind with an emerald flame as green as Tearen’s eyes; the tendrils of fire erupted into the tenebrous being when the skull-sized enchantment burst, driving the scalding globe into his chest until his ebony skin was meshed with the very fabric of his suit.
Sharp, immediate agony tore through Gildarts’ sculpted back, claws had scraped deeply along the entirety of Gildarts’ spine, hot crimson began to ooze into the soft floor of the forest, trickling as the geyser of blood soaked his back completely, resembling colored paint. The one to blame, a skull-adorned creature, How reminiscent.
Another second, Gildarts had turned around to punish he who had dared stick their claws in him yet his eye caught a glimmering bolt of ember shooting at him from the side. Every movement felt so fluid, cause and effect tumbled with the slow roll of the ball of fire that sizzled millimeters from the now charred stubble on the left side of his chin. The bitter scent leaked in his nose while in riposte to this attack, magic welled in the palm of his steel hand, forming a great scythe of argent magic, expanding into a grid of netting and spraying tetrangular slices across Sage’s torso and sleeve.
The mage’s movements were refined, calculated, amidst the chaotic blaze. The battles with everything on the line and enemies in every line of sight, were the ones where he truly thrived. Blood and magic surged his veins until he was brimming with pure energy. The swarm of battle surged on, tides and throes mixing together like the perfect ingredients for utter devastation, all he had to do was ring the bell.
Catching his eye was a lucent shape from far off. Three-eyed trap! Snapping shut, it released a terrible cacophony of nefarious holy light, one which humbled the man to his knees and bore into the simple mage’s mind, setting it alive with wrathful hellfire. The great Gildarts had fallen, his mind had been engulfed with trihedral shapes from which grew graticulated patterns, delivering forbidden knowledge meant for no living man.
Tearen’s form glided like a ghost gaunt with death, he used his kneeling target’s delay to charge his beam which erupted from his clutches and drove straight through Gildarts’ lower abdomen. The laser-heat allowed the mage’s flesh to be instantaneously cauterized but the quarter-sized hole missing from the side of his stomach caused his teeth to puncture his lip, drawing more pain than blood.
Gildarts spat the taste of iron-hot crimson from his mouth, allowing another charge to grow in his grasp. He was willing to slop around in the soil, degraded to a sow in order to tackle his oppressor. His charge released at the exact time as Tearen’s and the burden of gravity was cast down on both of their shoulders. A power weighing of the world caused each to double-over, easily crushed like aluminum cans, their shoulders fell as noble steeples, clattering into the rich, oxidized aroma of soil and reaping a dense sound of fallen might as they slammed into the dirt. Gildarts was bashed into it several times and Nealaphh was steadily trying to worm his way out of the steadfast force of the mage’s spell.
Two could play on their knees but only one would stand first. Gildarts was quickly free from the prison bars of magic akin to his own and dove straight into the air, jumping several feet overhead before using the weight of his fall, magnified by his own deployed gravity spell to embed his steel fist deep into Tearen’s grounded back.
The rush of movement was swift, the arch of the blade had already split the skin of his chest when Gildarts released his charge and with torrential force Malon was pushed back with nowhere for her spine to slam except for the solid wood of a tree. Impacting with a hollow-sounding crunch! mixed with a breath-swept whimper.
“So this is your choice?” Tearen’s sinister tone shattered through the soft chirps of birds, “Betrayal?” When Gildarts spoke no words, other than looking with loyalty at his singular ally, the god-mind’s cold-blooded anger quivered eagerly to unleash the true entirety its wrath, “Fine, you’ll regret it, just like in Nippur, this time however, you won’t get any mercy. I tried to warn you, fool.”
The menacing fury flowing so forthright proved the consequence of when Gildarts had thrown bark against the umbral being’s weakness. Her. The elven sorcerer watched them chat, taking his time to strike the god-mind with an emerald flame as green as Tearen’s eyes; the tendrils of fire erupted into the tenebrous being when the skull-sized enchantment burst, driving the scalding globe into his chest until his ebony skin was meshed with the very fabric of his suit.
Sharp, immediate agony tore through Gildarts’ sculpted back, claws had scraped deeply along the entirety of Gildarts’ spine, hot crimson began to ooze into the soft floor of the forest, trickling as the geyser of blood soaked his back completely, resembling colored paint. The one to blame, a skull-adorned creature, How reminiscent.
Another second, Gildarts had turned around to punish he who had dared stick their claws in him yet his eye caught a glimmering bolt of ember shooting at him from the side. Every movement felt so fluid, cause and effect tumbled with the slow roll of the ball of fire that sizzled millimeters from the now charred stubble on the left side of his chin. The bitter scent leaked in his nose while in riposte to this attack, magic welled in the palm of his steel hand, forming a great scythe of argent magic, expanding into a grid of netting and spraying tetrangular slices across Sage’s torso and sleeve.
The mage’s movements were refined, calculated, amidst the chaotic blaze. The battles with everything on the line and enemies in every line of sight, were the ones where he truly thrived. Blood and magic surged his veins until he was brimming with pure energy. The swarm of battle surged on, tides and throes mixing together like the perfect ingredients for utter devastation, all he had to do was ring the bell.
Catching his eye was a lucent shape from far off. Three-eyed trap! Snapping shut, it released a terrible cacophony of nefarious holy light, one which humbled the man to his knees and bore into the simple mage’s mind, setting it alive with wrathful hellfire. The great Gildarts had fallen, his mind had been engulfed with trihedral shapes from which grew graticulated patterns, delivering forbidden knowledge meant for no living man.
Tearen’s form glided like a ghost gaunt with death, he used his kneeling target’s delay to charge his beam which erupted from his clutches and drove straight through Gildarts’ lower abdomen. The laser-heat allowed the mage’s flesh to be instantaneously cauterized but the quarter-sized hole missing from the side of his stomach caused his teeth to puncture his lip, drawing more pain than blood.
Gildarts spat the taste of iron-hot crimson from his mouth, allowing another charge to grow in his grasp. He was willing to slop around in the soil, degraded to a sow in order to tackle his oppressor. His charge released at the exact time as Tearen’s and the burden of gravity was cast down on both of their shoulders. A power weighing of the world caused each to double-over, easily crushed like aluminum cans, their shoulders fell as noble steeples, clattering into the rich, oxidized aroma of soil and reaping a dense sound of fallen might as they slammed into the dirt. Gildarts was bashed into it several times and Nealaphh was steadily trying to worm his way out of the steadfast force of the mage’s spell.
Two could play on their knees but only one would stand first. Gildarts was quickly free from the prison bars of magic akin to his own and dove straight into the air, jumping several feet overhead before using the weight of his fall, magnified by his own deployed gravity spell to embed his steel fist deep into Tearen’s grounded back.
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Moves used by all:
Malon used: Battleaxe
Gildarts used: Wall+
T1 power up Sp used 1/11 SP -10/11 Remaining
Illidan used Felfire Bolt
Lil ghost used Mantis Claw Token
Humble Sage used: Failed Magic, Gout of Embers!
Gildarts aimed the slicing move “crash” at Humble sage
Tearen used Mind Surge
Tearen used Particle Energy Conversion (beam)
Gildarts used Atlas on Tearen at the same time as
Tearen deploys Gravity Distortion (they kind of do the same thing so I thought it would be SICK to do them together)
“Crushing punch” is Gildarts’ Finale
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