06-21-2017, 05:19 PM
The profundity of Sage’s gift to Tearen was not lost on the eldritch warrior. Moments prior to the old man’s intervention, Tearen had been prepared to expand his gravitational radius and annihilate every single one of these bloodthirsty savages inside the oblivion of his personal event horizon. The scholar’s actions provided a stark reminder that Tearen himself was not above giving into the heady rush of violence. Interlopers and ambushers, perhaps, but the Sage and his little companion did not deserve the agony that a black hole would provide. Neither did Gildarts, really. The man was half-catatonic, with a head roiling with inner turmoil and self-doubt. All the same, the wizard's merciless beating of Malon dismissed all mercy from Tearen's mind. The Shadow watched in silence as the girl's body plopped into the loamy muck underfoot, blood staining her entire torso.
Mud and ash already coated almost everything in the clearing. The once vibrant colors of the rainforest had seemingly adopted a somber cast, as if trying to empathize with the symphony of suffering that had been so enthusiastically composed in their presence. Enough was enough. Gildarts kept one rage-shot eye on Tearen as he fended off an adroit strike from the insect. Time began to ease back into its normal flow, relative to the ex-enigma’s perception, which brought a sense of immediacy to the sordid conflict. As much as the Shadow would have loved to invest more energy on this farce, strategic thinking forbade it. Tearen was nearly numb with anger, but a mortal mind could not comprehend it.
“Still letting the Voice sway your judgement, Clive?” Tearen whispered, drawing his halberd back into existence from a fold of shimmering light. The Fairy Tale wizard rose to his feet, mud-spattered and bruised. The furious aura that had been wreathing his body had faded, along with Gildarts’ apparent patience for banter.
“Stop talking about it like it’s real!” Gildarts hissed, dashing forwards and throwing a flurry of clumsy blows at the Shadow. Each one was like getting hit by a truck, but the wizard was growing drunk with fatigue, and Tearen parried them with dextrous swipes from Enigma. An unseen elbow still sent the elder Prime reeling backwards. After catching his hitched breath, Tearen sighed.
“You realize I’m holding back, yes? There are people watching this I’d rather not terrify. Frankly, I’m concerned I may have done so already.” the Shadow said, taking a few steps towards Malon. She was fading, but a small smile parted her lips.
"He's stalling." Illidan quipped, taking a slow step forwards and then launching himself at the elder Prime. By the time his twin blades would have connected with Tearen, however, the ex-enigma was already an inky cloud of vapor, hissing into Malon's body. Leaves and vines twisted and whirled as an explosion of power rocked the clearing, causing the ambient green light to flicker and die. There stood a new figure, now, twin sickles in hand and great black wings blossoming from her back. Swirling robes only partially obscured Malon's face, whose complexion had turned midnight. The hybrid leveled a sickle at both Gildarts and Illidan.
"I wonder who is watching you." Malaphh crooned, her voice undulating with barely-restrained power. Illidan and Gildarts glanced at one another momentarily before surging towards the fused Prime. By the time they both reached her position, however, Malaphh was gone in a blur of darkness. It was everything the two legendary Primes could do to prevent being ripped to shreds by the marauding blades of harvest. Malaphh alternated between the night elf and the wizard with intuitive grace, each blow enough to cause the ground to shake. Illidan leaped into the air and flung a bolt of emerald thunder at the abomination, but the attack bounced off a knot in spacetime that had been absent milliseconds prior. Malaphh returned the favor by firing a line of destructive power into the demon hunter's torso.
Gildarts opted for a different strategy, using his own lightning reflexes to grab an incoming steel talon and fling it clear from the hybrid's grasp. In the instant that he did so, however, he found an obsidian hand clasped around his throat, squeezing. Malaphh growled softly as she lifted the struggling wizard into the air. Oh how she could murder this demented hulk with a twitch of her thumb...
...No. The eldritch farmer girl choke slammed him into the muck where he belonged. She would not let this power own her, as these other Primes allowed. With a breath, she allowed the fusion to end, and the two Primes split.
A moment later, Tearen realized that there was a Nail buried in his back.
"GOTCHA!" the Little Ghost wrote.
Mud and ash already coated almost everything in the clearing. The once vibrant colors of the rainforest had seemingly adopted a somber cast, as if trying to empathize with the symphony of suffering that had been so enthusiastically composed in their presence. Enough was enough. Gildarts kept one rage-shot eye on Tearen as he fended off an adroit strike from the insect. Time began to ease back into its normal flow, relative to the ex-enigma’s perception, which brought a sense of immediacy to the sordid conflict. As much as the Shadow would have loved to invest more energy on this farce, strategic thinking forbade it. Tearen was nearly numb with anger, but a mortal mind could not comprehend it.
“Still letting the Voice sway your judgement, Clive?” Tearen whispered, drawing his halberd back into existence from a fold of shimmering light. The Fairy Tale wizard rose to his feet, mud-spattered and bruised. The furious aura that had been wreathing his body had faded, along with Gildarts’ apparent patience for banter.
“Stop talking about it like it’s real!” Gildarts hissed, dashing forwards and throwing a flurry of clumsy blows at the Shadow. Each one was like getting hit by a truck, but the wizard was growing drunk with fatigue, and Tearen parried them with dextrous swipes from Enigma. An unseen elbow still sent the elder Prime reeling backwards. After catching his hitched breath, Tearen sighed.
“You realize I’m holding back, yes? There are people watching this I’d rather not terrify. Frankly, I’m concerned I may have done so already.” the Shadow said, taking a few steps towards Malon. She was fading, but a small smile parted her lips.
"He's stalling." Illidan quipped, taking a slow step forwards and then launching himself at the elder Prime. By the time his twin blades would have connected with Tearen, however, the ex-enigma was already an inky cloud of vapor, hissing into Malon's body. Leaves and vines twisted and whirled as an explosion of power rocked the clearing, causing the ambient green light to flicker and die. There stood a new figure, now, twin sickles in hand and great black wings blossoming from her back. Swirling robes only partially obscured Malon's face, whose complexion had turned midnight. The hybrid leveled a sickle at both Gildarts and Illidan.
"I wonder who is watching you." Malaphh crooned, her voice undulating with barely-restrained power. Illidan and Gildarts glanced at one another momentarily before surging towards the fused Prime. By the time they both reached her position, however, Malaphh was gone in a blur of darkness. It was everything the two legendary Primes could do to prevent being ripped to shreds by the marauding blades of harvest. Malaphh alternated between the night elf and the wizard with intuitive grace, each blow enough to cause the ground to shake. Illidan leaped into the air and flung a bolt of emerald thunder at the abomination, but the attack bounced off a knot in spacetime that had been absent milliseconds prior. Malaphh returned the favor by firing a line of destructive power into the demon hunter's torso.
Gildarts opted for a different strategy, using his own lightning reflexes to grab an incoming steel talon and fling it clear from the hybrid's grasp. In the instant that he did so, however, he found an obsidian hand clasped around his throat, squeezing. Malaphh growled softly as she lifted the struggling wizard into the air. Oh how she could murder this demented hulk with a twitch of her thumb...
...No. The eldritch farmer girl choke slammed him into the muck where he belonged. She would not let this power own her, as these other Primes allowed. With a breath, she allowed the fusion to end, and the two Primes split.
A moment later, Tearen realized that there was a Nail buried in his back.
"GOTCHA!" the Little Ghost wrote.
Quote:800ish words.
Bunch of stuff happened. Most importantly Tearen Fused with Malon in Harmony form and activated his T1 power- up for this turn. Resulting Stats are:
ATK: 7
DEF: 5
SPD: 10
TEC: 5
All of this is using Malon's SP, cleared it with her so she's now 0/3.
If I need to do a play by play I can but I'm exhausted and I just want this up.
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