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| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 327/859 |
::Leon failed to mention to Sparda that the mist that now surrounded him was made up of the blood of every one who had died in the area they were fighting in out of countless years, hense forth Leon knew the attack was comeing well before it accually was sent screaming at the back of his head. In a single second, the time it took the shard to move from twelve inchs away to the back of his head, Leon had moved just enough to watch it shoot by his right cheek. However, the strain on Leon's mind while still in the midst of powering, broke his concentration and haulted his transformation in the middle of its staging::
Damn you ::Leon fell slowly to the ground, hovering just inchs above the sand, his body still in the middle of its sightless transformation pulsed with agony. Leon's face changed from its look of pain back into it's original look of battle and power. Leon now surrounded by the mist yet again floated into the air, his power again flareing behind his body. Moments later the energy engulffed Leon and he disapeared. Seconds after fadeing into a sea of red energy, The black opaque figure returned in its position and the transformation was complete, Leon's arms decreased some what in size, but all that closed in size was his accual skin, his muscles now visible in sight. His skin was now a visible dark gray color and his wings were now visible behind him. Leon's stared at Sparda with his dark and evil eyes with their peirceing red glow:: Come Sparda, now its time to have fun ::Leon entered a fighting stance where his right fist disapeared from sight behind is back, and his left fist extended out with a slightly clinched fist leaveing his body open to physical attack. Or so it would appear:: ((note: My new aura, is like all my senses now with the exeption of my touch. what it touchs, I can see, smell, hear and taste. It inreases all my senses ten fold again excludeing my touch. My energy is basically my life force around me, what it does, I do)) | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 688/1198 |
Sparda seemed frozen in his position as he simply looked at Leon as he underwent his transformation. The winds blew at his black cloak as Sparda's dark brown eyes seemed focus on Leon. Yet, what his opponent didn't know was that even though Sparda wasn't moving, he certainly didn't mean he wasn't acting in his plan. As Leon began flexing his entire body, flaring the energy behind him, Sparda was already doing something upon the ground. The shards that Leon had deflected earlier would soon come to haunt him again as Sparda used his psychic powers to bring them all together and the ground and fusing them into one mighty diamond+ shard, using alchemy to fuse the substances together.
It was really a pity to see that Leon would soon be dead. The fight would be much shorter than he expected...a very disappointing fight. His opponent certainly seemed to be lacking greatly now in skill. His ego and pride was probably the cause of this. The small diamond shard levitated a few inches above the sandy ground but emitted no unique energy [ this because no extra forces had been exerted on it yet other than Sparda's psychic waves]. As his demonic opponent grasped the chain with his newly formed left arm, the greatly advanced 'crystal' [a term to be used lightly] shards had completed their full fusion into each other, forming a much larger shard, roughly fifteen inches in length and seven inches in width with a edges just as deadly, if not much more, than before. Even if the edges weren' t sharp, it wouldn't matter at all. When the black energy began flaring from Leon's body, Sparda used his psychic powers to lightly but quickly place the large 'crystal' shard behind Leon's head, exactly one foot from it. Sparda began chuckling in his mind as he launched it right at Leon's head, nearly at point blank range just as Leon's katana appeared in his hand. The 'crystal' shard, with an immense aid from Sparda's psychic powers, was launched at the back of Leon's head, from twelve inches away, at an amazing 200 fps [slightly greater than before] would definitely be the end of his opponent. In fact, he was so sure of it that Sparda was willing to sacrifice all his psychic powers for a while just to launch the 'crystal' at such a close range. The moment the shard was launched, Sparda thrown back onto the ground, no longer able to maintain his levitation due to a throbbing sensation in his mind. Luckily for him, the red aura did literally nothing to his body due to the fact that it was apparently lacking greatly in strength and intensity. All the while, it was practically impossible for Leon to even sense the shard that was launched or placed behind him due to the massive amounts of energy he was exerting. Special note: The transition from placing the shard behind your head and launching it at you was exactly 3 picoseconds. Special Note: The large 'crystal' shard was formed behind you. | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 316/859 |
((WOW I forgot about this, MY BAD ((Thx Kai for Reminding me)) Lets resume))
::Leon stared at Sparda with a smile and a grin shortly following. Leon knew he would have to indeed stop playing with his own ego and fight with everything he has. Leon flexed his whole body flareing his energy behind him, thsi in turn revealed the collar around his neck. It was just a normal metal looking collar with a four inch chain attached to it. Leon grasped the chain with his newly formed left arm and gave it a single tug, the chain in turn shattered and disapeared. Leon there following underwent an amazeing transformation, his arms gained a small amount of mass, this replaced the mass that his legs lost. Leon's chest and neck bulged as his eyes turned deep red with black and red pupils. From all around Leon, black energy flared, however it quickly turned red and spread around the desert, turning the sand and the sky Blood Red. This was Leon's "Red Aura" Ability, energy made up of human and weak apparition flesh eating aura. If anyone that had less power then Sparda ((AND I mean WAY LESS)) They would be instantly turned into dust. Leon's Soul Reiver re-appeared as a deep maroon blade. A single kattana could now be seen. Five feet in length, the blade was send to Leon's side as he held the sheath, stepping his left foot in front of his body and his right behind. This was a sword technique that was originally known only by Leon's soul child. Leon was now waiting, his mighty wings flapping violently in the air behind him, moveing the sand away from hsi feet:: Come My Friend, I am through Playing | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 609/1198 |
Sparda 'stood' there in the air with a very dark grin on his face as if he had brought about armageddon and was proud of this achievement. And in truth, he wasn't really far from it as the great sword that used to be known as the Deathsword began to change...
As if the whole universe sensed the changing of this weapon of chaos, it shook with fear and trembled with anguish as the black aura grew greater and stronger, covering the entire weapon so that no part could be seen. As this was done, Sparda looked at Leon with those deadly dark brown eyes of his and spoke to him slowly but carefully, as if choosing his words cautiously. "I don't know why you even bother." As if some great and mighty beast began stomping upon the sandy ground with its massive claws/foot, the sand began to create small ripples like in a pond when a stone is thrown into it. Yet, nothing seemed to be the cause of this. There was no great beast to be seen nor some mighty boulder as to provoke a ripple in the sand 'pond'. There could only be on reason...the sword. The black-auraed sword...it was doing something to itself and to everything around it. Whatever it was, it was capable of sending shockwaves , small yet powerful, onto the ground, creating small waves of sand as if it were water. Maybe it was a trick of the eye...or perhaps a mere deception of the Chaotic Death...but whatever it was, it certainly seemed to be happening and it definitely looked to be authentic. The blade, the great Deathsword, was now changing shape, it's blade becoming curved at the very middle, the length of the edged weapon becoming greater than before. The hilt also extended, forming great curves around Sparda's hand much like a French rapier though the hilt was much thicker and more exquisitely designed. The flesh surrounding the eye swelled to an even greater size as it's pulsation grew stronger and faster. Ba....bum.....ba.....bum........ba......bum.......ba.....bum....ba...bum...ba...bum...ba...bum..ba...bum...ba bum...ba bum ba bum babum babum babum babum babum babum..... Faster and faster the beating of the heart/eye became as the great black aura that once encased the sword slowly grew dim but never fully died out, revealing something that seemed much like the Deathswored but really wasn't. It's blade was an unsual color, seeming to be a form of steelish metal but much darker, not because of some kind of added coloring but as if it were always that color, naturally or not. The design also changed greatly, bearing what seemed to be unusual black jewels upon the new hilt as well as on the handle. Now a full six and a half feet long, Sparda looked at Leon with what seemed to be a crazed yet almost calm look, if that was even possible. "Untainted Rage..." The Deathsword, his legendary weapon...seemed to have removed a seal itself, becoming it's next stage, it's greater self...the Untainted Rage. Legends spoke only of the Deathsword, never of something greater than it. Was it because no one had ever seen it before? No...it was more likely that no one who had seen it had lived to tell the tale. Untainted. Unstained. Unstoppable. Undefeated. Undying. Undenying. Inevitable. The Rage...the power...the chaos...the mayhem...the dying...the living...the hopeless...the hope givers.... The sword itself seemed to whisper these words as if it were a seperate entity. Yet, it was nothing more than a weapon. It had no other mind of its own than the mind of the Chaotic Death himself: Sparda. As Sparda 'stood' there in the dark sky, his cloak also seemed to lengthen much like the blade of his weapon. His eyes looked as if they became darker though nothing else changed. He held the Untainted Rage in his right hand, his breathing almost undetectable, as he levitated. His eyes were closed, those eyelids of his concealing his dark dark brown eyes as he seemed to hold out his outstretch arms. It was as if he were inviting Leon to strike at him...to hit him as hard as he could. To him...it wouldn't matter. Leon knew nothing of the true master plan at hand. The Untainted Rage blunk, closing and then reopening it's disgusting and putrid yellow-ish eye as a small gust of wind blew at Sparda's black spikey hair and elongated black cloak. The splitting image of a death dealer of his time... "Come....you shall soon see that your left arm is not the only thing you will be losing in this fight..." | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 277/859 |
::while Sparda was talking to himself, Leon had already put his next plan into motion::
MY friend, I have yet to inform you that even without my Left arm, I can still beat you. ::Leon began go glow a haunting blue color, his wraith blade contracted into the air, releaseing its hold on Leon. Leon, now weaponless flared his new energy out, takeing the form of what seemed to be the symbol of a giant scythe behind him, only it had a few slashs behind it ((the is a symbol behind me in the air. Not physical)):: My friend, you know that I have my Wraith Blade known as teh Soul Reiver correct. Well Let me introduce you to its counterpart ::From Leon's left nub came a sprout of light which in turn took the form of Leon's missing arm. Comprived of Blue energy, this new weapon was a perfect replication of Leon's desicrated arm:: The Life Reiver, exact opposite of teh Soul reiver. One takes life, and one creates Life ::In only what seemed to be thirty seconds, Leon's left arm had already began to slowly regenerate. It was slow, but surely within the next four turns, Leon would once again have his real arm. Afterward, Leon forged the Soul Reiver once again, into a Scimitar just like before, only now grasping it with both hands, Leon was ready for whatever Sparda would dish out:: Come, lets begin round two my friend | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 578/1198 |
Even Sparda was quite surprised to see his opponent finally walk the walk instead of talking the talk. It was quite a cute show, really as he simply observed everything that had occured. It was obvious that Leon had been sturck with a vision of sorts, one that reminded him of his past...one that obviously pained him greatly. He grinned, knowing all too well that that would be his greatest weakness.
He was able to follow Leon, despite his inhumanely fast movements, using his psychic waves, which gave him the ability to sense and feel every one of Leon's actions as if he were right next to him. Thus, it really wasn't much of a surprise to him when Leon suddenly appeared behind him, attempting to use one of his favorite techniques against him. 'Execution of a God', how many times had he heard Leon scream that before? Ironically, it has never really worked against him. Given his extraordinarily fast reflexes as well as the nonexisting element of surprise, Sparda had no trouble in suddenly turning around, with sword in hand, to defend himself from the powerful ax strike. Sparks flew as the blade of the two immortal weapons clashed, as death was pitted against divine. His eyes met that of Leon as he suddenly formed a small sly grin on his face, the one that he always saved for opponents when they were just about to get a very surprising shock. As he forced the two weapons into a weapon deadlock, preventing Leon from withdrawing the weapon fast enough to strike again, he looked deep into Leon's eyes as he muttered under his breath, knowing full well that Leon could hear what he said... "You're fighting for a lost cause." As he said this, the tint of color upon Sparda's legendary sword seemed to change colors, becoming ever darker as a strange black aura encased its massive and mighty blade. | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 268/859 |
::It was only a second, but in that single second all time froze for Leon. Any thoughts and all thoughts of life and home passed through his mind as he stared at the energy blast now exactly one second from hitting his arm, Leon knew he could not evade the attack. Leon closed his eyes only to see a picture of a Woman with dark brown hair and two blonde streaks covering her eyes. She was wearing a yellow dress that was flowing freely in the wind. Standing in a field, the woman was picking some very beautiful flowers. Her hand, a gold band became very noticable, "Forever, I will protect you". The woman's blonde streaks flew into the wind, and her scar'd eyes became visible, her soft smile bloomed into the day as if she could see the fight perfectly, even being several thousand miles away. A tear flew from Leon's eye as he again became focussed, that single second was more then enough for him to dodge the blast. Leon threw his body to the ground, the blast finishing off what was left of his left arm, then with only moments untill the sand shards tore him into shreads, Leon raised the Wraith blade with his right arm and flared it up, all of the sand shards flew above Leon, most being deflected by the Sword. After all of the sands had passed Over, Leon could not be seen on the ground, but Sparda could easily tell where he was. Leon had already gotten into the sky exactly 100 yards at a 45 degree angle above Sparda, behind him was his giant axe, Leon's Favorate Technique had begun on teh ground, and was finishing only three seconds later. The mighty Axe comeing down screaming at Sparda with such furosity, that even Sparda would have a hard time dodgeing this attack::
((while moveing)) I Have to Win, FOR HER!!!!!!! ((During the Slash)) EXECUTION OF A GOD!!!!!!!!!! | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 552/1198 |
Off: I am now assuming that you no longer have control over your left arm. In fact, according to your post, your left arm has been torn to shreds...or at least the lower part of your arm and the hand or just the hand. After all, the hand is one of the few places on the body where most of the nerve cells are concentrated. The speed in which the spikes were going were enough to put a 6 inch hole in wherever it impacted. Even if you did regenerate whatever was lost, you'll still pretty much be in a world of pain.
"How pathetic." Leon thought Sparda would have a hard time with the technique that was executed at him. Leon never thought more wrong. His prideful opponent had obviously underestimated the true potential of Sparda's present form with only four seals to hold him back. In much less than a blink of an eye, Sparda quickly focused himself and dived at the ground to his right, just as Leon had begun to bring his sword down. With a graceful movement, he rolled away from the slash and anything else it could have created with quite a lot of ease. After all, what could one slash do if it wasn't even aimed properly? Seeing this chance, he took it immediately. He had already proven that he moved much faster than his opponent. Because this was true, it would bring about a golden opportunity to attack Leon while he was most vulnerable. All this wouldn't have made much sense if the opponent wasn't paying extremely close attention. When the Chaotic Death dodges, he makes sure that it was used to its fullest potential which was exactly what he was doing now...or rather...had already done. For as hard as it was to see, while Sparda had rolled out of the way, his left hand had been pointing at Leon the entire time. Before Leon could complete the slash to the fullest, Sparda quickly unleashed Decimate right at Leon's left shoulder. The gap between the two fighters was much too small as to hamper Sparda's accuracy. And also, the great power of the spell in addition to the distance between Leon and him would ensure that the Decimate blast would not only penetrate his left shoulder but go through the entirety of his chest and go out the right shoulder, severing if not completely destroying parts of the lungs as well as several absolutely vital arteries and veins...even the top portion of the heart. Before another second could pass or be wasted, Sparda quickly jumped back and into the air, connecting the roll and the jump together to further increase momentum and speed. However, he was far from done. Quickly taking the initiative [Sparda is now approximately 60 feet away from Leon...this is due to the psychic forces Sparda used against his form to push him back at great speeds], a massive wave of sand [exactly 50ft in length and width] formed in front of him. What happened next was simply miraculous. Not many people are able to witness the beauty of alchemism at its best. Now, Leon would be able to do so first hand. Alchemism dealt with the evolution or de-evolution of an item or object or even being through pure concentration and the bonding of the alchemist's and the object's life force. There were approximately a couple hundred trillion life forces currently existing on Earth which was why it was very obvious Sparda's alchemy was almost as good if not better than his telekinesis when he instantly connected with every single grain of sand that was before him. "A hundred million years in the making...." Small groups of grains clumped together and became so tightly packed, with an addition of a true alchemist's concentration, allowed the clumps of sand to form a strange new material, each clump turning into a very beautiful yet deadly looking shard. Each shard seemed to be made of the most beautiful and rarest diamond but in truth, it was actually something much greater, more valuable, and much stronger than a diamond. "...brought to existance today.." Though at first, it would be impossible to understand what Sparda was saying. However, in layman's terms, he was basically mentioning how these new diamond substances were not supposed to exist until a hundred million years later on earth. But thanks to the wonder of his alchemy, he was able to bring it about within a second. About one hundred of these deadly shards, each with a severely pointed tip [ all of them facing Leon's general direction] now levitated before him. As if shot out of some advanced military weapon, Sparda unleashed the wall of shards at Leon, all at once. The might swam of deadly shards traveled at an immensive speed, being exactly 180fps; 50% of them were aimed for Leon himself while the other half was aimed for some possible evasion points. However, since Sparda couldn't read Leon's mind, it was impossible to sure how accurate it was. If a bystander was watching this on the sidelines, all he would have seen was Sparda rolling out of the way and jumping into the air and nothing else. Decimate and the mighty wall of shard bullets were unleashed so fast, seeing them with mortal eyes was impossible. After all, Sparda unleashed the wall of shards almost as fast as he unleashed Decimate itself, ensuring that Leon literally had no chance of escape. Decimate1- This ability is a very unique ability and very deadly though it is lacking in some areas. Sparda shoots his hand forward with his index finger pointing at the opponent, or anything else. Using a combination of pure psyche energy as well as his own ability to ‘excrete’ energy in any ‘physical form’, Sparda unleashes a strictly non-elemental beam that is only one micrometer in width [The shape is maintained by Sparda’s telekinesis to ensure that the energy waves that compose the beam do not move out of place. The small width of the beam allows for the technique to travel extraordinarily fast without much resistance]. Though it travels only in a perfect straight line, its power is devastating, literally able to penetrate anything and everything (except for very rare and extremely extraordinary occasions) due to the speed at which it travels [approximately 160fps+ (more if stated otherwise)]. Penetration is guaranteed 99% of the time due to the combination of speed as well as accuracy [plus the width of the beam] in which Decimate is launched. Reflecting this attack is virtually impossible due to the telekinesis that is applied onto the beam to ensure that the waves never move out of place. Notes on shards: The shards are not composed of diamond but something much more advanced meaning breaking them would be much more difficult. Due to the sharpness of the shards, their ultimate size, their material, and the speed in which they traveled at, most armor/shields/barriers would be rendered useless. | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 236/859 |
::in what seemed like only a second, the spikes had apparently passed right through Leon, however the Demon still stood, His wraith sword now straight in front of him, however, the scimitar had made a startleing transformation. In addition to it being slightly larger, there had been a growth on the front belly of the blade, bringing another blade down over the hilt. The Length of the blades now were equal to the Hieght of Leon's body to a T. The spikes behind him soaring through the sky, several of them ((the ones that would have hit Leon)) were now flying in what seemed to be double. In the split second that Leon had, he forced his hand in front of him for defense and useing his manipulation of the Wraith Blade, he changed its form just enough to save the majority of his Hide. His left arm now flailed out to his side, a large tear in his flesh could vilidly be seen as it bled upon the now cold and lifeless sand::
My Turn ::In only one flap of Sparda's eyes, Leon had gotten right up to him, ducked just below his direct sight and his blade already lifted to his right shoulder, Leon slashed one mighty slash at Sparda's gut. The force from the wind of the slash alone could tear the skin off any mear human. Leon was looking for a speed test, but even Sparda himself would have a hard time with this one. Much as the instant attacks that he had been pummleing Leon with the entire match, this would be a true challange for the Master of Chaos:: | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 540/1198 |
Sparda wasted no time. He was getting tired of Leon's games and talking. It was time to lure his egotistical opponent into a trap. After all, Leon was literally asking for it. As his opponent began to drop his knees slightly, another soft glow escaped Sparda's left palm. Everything was following a very precise and tight schedule. He waited as Leon brought his empty left hand up to the front of his chest. The moment he did so, Sparda unleashed it.
It was Impale...but with a new twist. Instead of forming on the ground, the technique formed right in front of him in such an angle that when the formation and the molding was completed, all the spikes would face Leon. And due to the transition to a new stage of his powers, the formation of this technique was executed much quicker than before. The moment Leon had brought his hand to his chest, Sparda had already let loose the little orb that would form the technique. The molding and execution required exactly a half a second, an improvement from before. Using a sudden burst of telekinesis, stronger than he did last time, the spikes launched themselves from their original stance and position with an amazing and terrifying speed of 85 fps. In other words, the great mass of deadly spikes would be ontop and all over Leon in less than a second. This time, a twister would be out of the question since the speed it now traveled at was much greater than before and the distance was much less. In fact, slowing it down was now pretty much out of the question since each spike was being guided by telekinesis all the way through. This meant that even if some great gust was blowing against it, the telekiensis would ensure that each and every spike was traveling at the same constant speed, locked in formation. In fact, Leon was in a very bad position. Evasion was quite difficult since he was only several yards away from the incoming wave of spikes. The speed they traveled at was breathtaking and very difficult to match, especially during that split second. Defense was probable but very unlikely seeing as the spikes traveled at 85fps. The momentum and the speed alone would allow it penetrate almost anything standing in its way. However, with the addition of the sharpness of each individual impalation device (refer to description for Impale), defending against it would prove to be a mighty if not godly challenge. | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 231/859 |
::Leon now standing several yards away from Sparda, looked at him with eager eyes. He didn't care how strong Sparda had gotten, this was the oppurtunity he had longed for, a true fight with a true master of martial arts. A battle of the best of the best, to prove which man would finaly be labled as the last legend. Leon shot his hand forward and formed his mighty wraith blade, forgeing it ingo a worthy scimitar, given four and a half feet in length, it would be his tool to batte with the Death sword. Leon brought the sword behind his back and unleashed his aura once more, releaseing his energy behind him, flareing it into the night sky once more::
My friend, thsi is all I have longed for. For so long, have questioned what exactly you are capable of, and now, live or die, I will discover the truth. ::Leon dropped his knees slightly and brought his empty left hand up in front of his chest, his right hand still grasping onto the Mighty Scimitar waiting to unleash its furious glory:: | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 536/1198 |
Sparda stood there, scowling, as his overconfident opponent unleashed a twister around him, bringing his attack to a complete halt. Yet, in his mind, he was laughing at the pathetic actions in which Leon thought were equal to that of the 'Master of Chaos'. His opponent had too much heart and an ego to match it. He had actually thought it was possible to hurt Sparda with his own technique. It was a shame he was so wrong.
Without even having to move a single muscle, the spikes landed around him in a circle. No matter how hard Leon could have tried to use them against him, it would not have suceeded. After all, his twister held no power over his psychic control. When every spike had thrusted itself deeply into the sand, Sparda held out his hand, causing the spikes to sink even deeper until they were no longer visible. He looked at Leon, his eyes seemingly very calm and collected. In fact, it was often very hard to see Sparda enraged and/or frustrated. Unnecessary emotions were what could kill a person. Sparda knew this all too well...he would use this against Leon and to his own advantage. "Leon. King of Demons....friend." Sparda said this in almost a whisper but the sound waves that escaped his lips seemed capable of reaching Leon's ears, no matter how far he was. What he did next, however, was most unusual and unprecedented. With his sword in his right gloved hand, he thrusted it deeply into the sand until it was able to stay in its position, unguided by extra weight. "You have changed much and yet very little last we met." He slowly unstrapped his black cloak and threw it over the handle of his sword, which stuck out of the desert sands. He then worked his way to the straps and zippers that held his mithril chain mail in place. For the first time, Sparda was taking his time. It was risky but he knew in his mind that Leon would not dare to attack his opponent in such a state. His curiousity and his pride would be the main reason for this. "But do you think you can truly defeate the Ultimate Being?" He let the light mithril chain mail fall from his built yet somewhat scarred chest. He wasn't as strong looking or as muscular as many other capable swordsmen. But looks could be very deceiving. A faint red glow seemed to escape the Deathsword from beneath the blankets of the black cloak while a faint white glow escaped from Sparda's back, if only for a second or two. "Twenty years ago...the king's old advisor met me as the Chaotic Death. He was a wizard and a magician for many years. He could sense the powers that lurked within me. With five seals and an encantation that I could never hope to understand or possess, he gave me these..." Sparda slowly turned around to reveal five circular seals that seemed to be tatooed onto his chest. So this was his great secret...the only capable thing of holding back the Chaotic Death after the passing away of Mira. "In all my battles, I have never found it necessary to remove my seals. And I was justified for doing so. But now...you have returned with every intention of defeating me...for avenging yourself." Sparda turned around once more, a small gust blowing at his spiked black hair as he looked Leon deeply into his eyes. "To tell you the truth, I believe that you are not ready for this. But your ego will never give up until you see what I am truly capable of. But even doing that right at this very moment will result in the end of all things. Therefore, i must take caution." Sparda closed his eyes deeply as if his mind and soul were fused into one, thrown into a form of concentration that no mortal or immortal being could understand. A black glow, which could not be seen but could be sensed, surrounded Sparda's figure as drops of red blood oozed out of his back, dropping onto the light brown sand. He opened his eyes once more and looked at Leon, with a small grin appearing on his face but with the same calm and collected dark brown eyes. However, a new presence was about him. If one was truly to be scared of this man, now was the time for it seemed that the very aura that was around him was the true manifestation of fear and rage....of chaos. But was even more terrifying was that, if one was capable of sensing and measuring a person's energy levels, the difference in strength and energy between Sparda with all of his seals intact and Sparda with only four of his seals intact was so great, he might as well remove all of his seals at the same time for the gap was simply too great to be measured. Truly what kind of chaos and destruction was this one man capable of bringing had he not the five seals to restrict him? Perhaps Leon would find out if he managed to survive long enough. But for now, he'll have to dance with Sparda having only four seals intact. He restrapped the mithril chain mail onto him once more as well as his black cloak before taking his great sword in hand. His eyes met Leon's once again. "Go ahead. Do you think you are still capable of anything now?" Even as he said this, the red glow that had appeared on his sword earlier was only growing stronger though its purpose was still unknown. | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 219/859 |
((sorry it took so long))
::Leon with only seconds to react flared his energy behind him to slow his desent, and followed closely by kicking his right foot into the air just below his body, sliceing it into the air around him, unleashing a tremendous gust of wind that peeked at mach three winds. The winds now beneath Leon, shot him into the air and managed to slow Sparda's spikes down at the same time, Giveing Leon ample time to finish his attack. Leon sliced his left foot into the air just as he did his right foot, it reacted with the original winds and started a giant tornado in the middle of the air. Leon, now in teh center of this tornado made no move and was surrounded in a faint green aura, the aura spread into the tornado itself and stopped Sparda's spikes all together, sending them into the winds of the tornado, and redirecting them toward Sparda. Each spike landed around Sparda in a circle untill Sparda was compleatly surrounded by his own spikes. However, Leon could not bring himself to attack his rival with his own attack, so none of the spikes even came close to hurting Sparda. As the winds subsided, Leon floated in mis air, the green aura disipated. Leon stared at his oponent with eager eyes of hope and pride. He was glad to see that he still had what it took to match the Master of Chaos himself:: Twisted Twister - Taught to Leon by his former comrad Jin Masura The Wind Aparition. Leon useing both his legs as blades in a sense, slices into the air around him, the first cut creates a gust of wind that equals that of a mach three burst. The second cut into the air generates what is needed to forge a tornado with mach three speeds. Leon position's himself in the center of the winds and uses his own energy to cintrol what the winds do. However while in the twister itself, Leon can not defend himself due to the risk of entering the winds himself. | ||||||||||||
| BBQMissile Posts: 510/1198 |
"What a waste."
Honestly, with Leon just giving him a fireworks show, showing off his so called skills, Sparda saw this as the greatest opportunity for him to unleash a sort of sneak attack against his opponent, seeing as how he wasn't interested at all in attacking him but the moon. Hearing his opponent say "I wanted a serious fight and have been holding back 90% of my power" made Sparda chuckle silently under his breath as he slowly lowered his left hand to the ground, his clenched fist concealing a soft glow that was protruding from his palm. As Leon jumped into the air, in the process of destroying the moon, Sparda opened his fist, and let go of what seemed to be a simple semi-transparent orb of energy which, guided by his advanced telekinesis, moved rather quickly, covering the entire fifty feet distance between him and Leon, so that it was positioned directly under Leon. As what remained of the moon burned in the Earth's atmosphere, Impale was unleashed as the orb that Sparda had previously let loose formed into massive spikes, all positioned underneath Leon. Since his rash opponent had already destroyed the moon, there was no longer any light to be given off. Therefore, detection of the menacing spikes was nearly impossible. The moment Leon began his descent to the ground, Sparda unleashed a massive burst of telekinesis upon the wall of spikes, causing each and every spike to shoot up [There is an exact distance of 1 feet in between each spike. However, as it shoots up, the wall becomes curved so that there is no possible way of slipping through one of these gaps lest the opponent is impaled by at least 10 of the spikes. Due to the incredible burst of energy in which the spikes were launched, they traveled at exactly 75fps. However, due to the speed of Leon's descent, it seemed as if the spikes were travelling at 85fps. Therefore, evasion was nearly impossible. After all, Leon had foolishly returned to the ground without so much as a simple precaution of what may have been waiting for him. Due to the speed in which the spikes traveled, there would hardly be any time for Leon to 'fly' out of the way, seeing as how the area in which the spikes covered was vast and great...enough to ensure that at least a part of Leon's body would be completely impaled and torn to shreds. However, seeing as how Leon didn't seem to be in possession of levitation, it seemed nearly impossible for him to even move a single inch away from the incoming wall. And since Leon had just wasted so much energy destroying the moon, it made it that more difficult for Leon to actually attempt to stop the incoming attack. After all, how could one not be at least a single bit exhausted after having destroyed a minor 'planet' that rested thousands upon thousands of feet from Mother Earth? However, upon careful examination of Sparda's technique, one could easily tell that this wasn't the full usage of his new found energy from the thunderbolts. In fact, it was hardly any of it. Why was Sparda holding back the rest of his energy when he simply could have finished Leon of with another one of his 'real' finishing combos? If Leon could manage a way to live through it...then he would find out very very soon. "Leon, you told me to fight with all my strength and will. I too have a confession for I have barely even tapped into my powers. If you are still alive to hear this message...then stand before me and you shall see exactly the reason behind this. You shall be the very first to witness what I truly have to offer. But only if you can survive what I have just thrown at you." Impale- Using his ability to ‘excrete’ energy from his body in extraordinarily large doses to be used against the enemy, Sparda forms a massive orb which expands to exactly fifty feet in diameter, coated in a very unique substance, its source being from the Deathsword’s eye. The energy orb, much like a sort of clay, can instantly be molded into any so shape Sparda wishes by means of using his psychic powers to form out each and every curve and angle. However, for this attack, Sparda flattens the orb and forms massive spikes, each exactly twenty feet in length. To prevent the enemy from ‘remolding’ the spikes into something less deadly, the substance excreted from the Deathsword is used. Much like the way the plasma of the Deathsword strengthens its molecules and bonds by ten fold, the substance strengthens the molded spikes by ten fold, preventing literally any possibility of hampering the formation of the ‘wall of spikes’ that is formed from the orb. Since each spike is molded with the greatest precision and accuracy, coated with the special substance, its ability to penetrate almost anything is almost undeniable since the very tip of each spike, though hard to see, is exactly the width of a single molecule [The tips are deadly accurate and extraordinarily effective. Most barriers and shields would not be able to withstand a single thrust of these spikes due to their extreme durability and pointy tips]. Each spike is positioned exactly a half a feet away from each other [This can be altered in battle, however] and there are an exact total of fifty spikes. The wall of spikes can be used as a trap for falling opponents or foolish opponents that do not know where they are going or an offensive attack in which a sudden burst of telekinesis against the wall is enough to send the ‘wall of spikes’ traveling at a frightening 60 fps+ depending on how much force was concentrated on it. | ||||||||||||
| Leon D. Sagara Posts: 193/859 |
:: As the explosion took place and engulfed Leon's entire body, he watched as Sparda was energuized and ready'd for one of his finishing moves that Leon had become accustomed to seeing. In a single moment, all of the smoke around Leon vanished as his energy again flared all around him, the hidious black and purple color rezinated all around his body as he raised his right arm to the sky::
Ah, I now think its time to stop playing games with you my friend. I wanted a serious fight and have been holding back 90% of my power, forgive me, I let my ego get the better of my mind ::From around Leon's right wrist came what appeared to be a braclet of steel, connected to a chain that dropped several inchs from the link on the bind stopping just below Leon's elbow. Leon grasped the chain and closed hsi eyes, muttering something under his breath:: ...................((muttering)) ::After he spoke, Leon again opened his eyes only to show that they were now engulffed in the darkest shade of green. The binding around his right wrist shattered, and what happened next could only be described as a magnificent horror. The energy around Leon haulted for a mear momment, just long enough for Leon to raise both hands to the sky before it returned. The color had now shifted from purple to deep green, the same as his eyes as it surrounded him and grew in force and size. After five seconds had pass'd The energy around Leon shot straight into teh air, peirceing the strom that Sparda had created, leaveing a hole in the clouded about 60 feet in diamiter, showing off the once clear sky once more. Leon's energy continued untill it reached the upper atmosphere, once there it burned a hole right through the ozone pocket and blasted its way into space. Moments later teh energy plowed into the fullest of moons, driveing a hole right through it before fireing into the deepest reachs of space. The effect from the blast caused the moon to crack and distort before burning to dust. As teh energy around Leon started to come to a hault, the last remains of teh moon, now entering the earths atmosphere, burned in its enormous heat. Leon now glared at Sparda with the smile of a Tyrant, before falling to the ground, standing exactly fifty feet away from Sparda, Leon awaited his opponents move:: Come my dear old comrad, lets show these pesants what fighting really is BBQMissile |
Posts: 500/1198 Off: Just so you know, I won't tolerate anything else like that again. You make a mistake like that, I won't bother even mentioning it like I did in a post. I'll just make a simbattle reply using your flaws to my advantage.
| Note: Any dialogue in Italics is done so telepathically. As Leon jumped into the air, Sparda immediately forced some distance inbetween him and his overconfident opponent. Using a sudden burst of psychic powers against himself while levitation, he was able to push himself back to the ground, still fifty feet from Leon. Since Leon had to execute a couple of actions in order to successfuly unleash the series of shockwaves that were being launched at him, Sparda had more than enough time to prepare. As his opponent crossed his swords together, Sparda suddenly thrusted his great sword into the sky as if pointing to the heavens. While this was being done, Sparda also held out his left hand, his palm and his spread out fingers pointing at the general direction of Leon. What was the purpose of this unusual stance? The position of his left hand was understandable, but what of his right hand and his sword? Why were they pointing the raining dark sky like that? Sparda waited as Leon continued to unleash the series of shockwaves at him. Then suddenly, he saw it. His opponent had made a glaring flaw in his technique. He had attempted to copy his combo by placing several 'warning' shockwaves ahead of several other 'deadly' shockwaves. However, he had made the 'deadly' shockwaves travel twice and even four times as fast as the 'warning' shockwaves. Therefore, Sparda didn't even have to do anything with the incoming attack because Leon's technique would be its own undoing. As he demonstrated before, a shockwave was capable of stopping another shockwave. Normally, a single shockwave would not be able to stop an entire group of shockwaves. However, Leon's final shockwaves had the 'cutting ability that could rival even a God's sword and power'. Therefore, this suggested that it was in fact capable of stopping all the shockwaves infront of it. And since it traveled four times faster than the waves before it, it wouldn't be a problem at all. The last two shockwaves collided with the shockwaves ahead of it due to the drastic difference in speed, resulting in a rather large explosion from the impact of the waves. Sparda, fortunately, had positioned himself a safe distance from the explosion. But since Leon was rather close to the blast, the explosion would be large enough to engulf him completely. As this was done, however, something unusual happened. Five massive thunderbolts shot out from the dark wet skies, all aimed for the same exact target: the Deathsword. Guided by telekinesis, each thunderbolt shot and entered the great weapon's mighty blade, and ultimately into Sparda himself. After all these years, Leon must have forgotten that one of Sparda's pure elemental compatibility was with thunder. Now, the reason was clear as day. Sparda had stirred up a great thunderstorm, not to enhance the arena, but to enhance himself, using the thunderbolts to his advantage. Taking into consideration the great size of the storm as well as the massive amounts of energy each thunderbolt could and did contain, it was more than fair enough to say that Sparda's 'energy levels' if energy could even be calculated like that, had increased by 3 fold...or possibly even more. After all, it was hard to tell with a being like Sparda. In other words...he was already primed up for one of his infamous 'finishing' techniques. What would have taken him a long while of preparation (ranging from 2-4 posts) took him only five minutes and five thunderbolts. "And I couldn't have done it without you. Heh." Leon D. Sagara |
Posts: 188/859 I appologize, I thought I stated that they were vibrateing when they were singing.. That was my fault
| and again I should have stated that he jumped and spoke. That doesnt exclude that energy flareing up and distorting the air takes more then a second. its liek fire, if you want it to melt metal fast, you turn it up. ::edits his last post:: BBQMissile |
Posts: 494/1198 I reread all the posts you have made in your battle. Not once have yous aid your swords were 'vibrating' in anyway. In fact, all you said was that they were 'singing along with the DS". I dunno about you, but singing doesn't always imply vibrating. In fact, it hardly does.
| Here's the chronology: You throw the shockwaves at me. I negate them. I use Song of the Chaotic. You holds your ears in pain as your swords lessen the pain only slightly. I launch the shockwaves. And finally, your post in question. Not in a single one of your posts did you state that sword was vibrating or you had gathered any energy whatsoever. And it certainly wasn't possible that you gathered the energy while Song of the Chaotic was ungoing because you were in great amounts of pain and agony. And as I mentioned before singing doesn't equal vibrating. Alright fine, you got rid of the Song of the Chaotic. Whoopdeedoo. But listen to this now... "As the two shockwaves grew closer to Leon, his trade mark smirk returned to his face as the energy around him began to seperate not only the air around bhim, but it caused a tremendous decrease in Sparda's song." That's what you said. "As the two shockwaves grew closer to Leon." You know what that means? It means that the shockwaves have already begun their journey towards you. It also means that the time it would take to reach you has already lessen. And because you had to seperate the air around you (whatever that means), which WILL TAKE AT LEAST SOME TIME (I'm using caps to stress the key points), the first shockwave is almost definitely going to hit you. Now taking into consideration that the first shockwave did hit you but you still jumped up. Ok, a shockwave isn't some kind of light beam where it will hit you but you won't feel a thing. It's nearly impossible you take a shockwave such as mine dead on (especially when it was traveling at such speeds) and not flinch or have some sort of recoil meaning that the moment you recoil, you waste at least one second meaning the moment you jump up, the shockwave will hit your lower torso or upper abdomen (you are, after all 6'). Second... You cannot say "I jumped while I spoke" because if this was truly the case, why didn't you say "As he said this, he leapt into the air". Your logic is equal to saying "Leon jumped into the super hot lava. He then extinguished it to prevent harm onto him" Leon D. Sagara |
Posts: 187/859 ::looks at Sparda::
| Ok mug look, I gathered all the energy for that in the PREVIOUS post, so thats legit ((when the swords were vibrateing)) and I spoke WHIULE jumping, both of your shockwaves ((the one from below and above)) Both glazed teh ground below me as I lept. Option 3) Both attacks missed Legitlly, and I attacked at you ^_~ BBQMissile |
Posts: 493/1198 Off..again. At least this time, it was you who posted.
| Anyway, time for another verbal beating. *coughs* First of all, you are not Japanese. There is no blessed way in heaven, earth, or hell that you could have said "My friend, you underestimated me, I didn't expect that from you" in less than 3 seconds. Now why do I say 3 seconds? Why not 4 or 5? It's simple. I clearly stated how far I was from you: approximately 50 feet. And I also very clearly stated that the shockwaves travel 50 feet per second. Don't remember that? I suggest you reread my post. Again. It doesn't matter whether you managed to stop my screech. It still doesn't take away from the damn fact that by the time you have finished saying "My friend", the first shockwave will hit you dead on, with a 0.000000000000000000000000000000001% chance of it missing you. Why is that? Because it is not only diagonal, but it travels faster than you can talk. Plus, you made it extraordinarily apparent that you leapt after you spoke. Therefore, avoiding shockwave #1 is already out of the damn question. However, it's only fair that I keep in mind that I clearly stated only the second shockwave would be enough to kill you. Heh. So I guess only the first shockwave hit you huh? WRONG! Why is that? I launched the second shockwave from you from ABOVE. Granted, i was not directly above you, but I clearly stated that I was very close to it. I also made it still very apparent that I was 50 feet away from you and that my shockwave still traveled at that very same speed of 50fps. I also clearly stated that there would be a two second lag impact from the shockwave because of the time it took me to unleash it. But now, the fact of the matter is, the second shockwave is being launched at you from a slant and from above. And because you added in dialogue, you wasted time speaking. I won't be ridiculous as to say you wasted 10 seconds on it. But you certainly wasted at least 3 which is enough since by that time, both shockwaves would have struck you dead on. Alright, what if you did manage to leap 'high into the air' after the first shockwave? It still doesn't take away from the fact that you are still JUMPING INTO the second shockwave. And to make it worse, it's going to hit your head, dead on, which instantly kill you because I have yet to meet a single person who can fight without his head. So here's the thing. According to your post... you either 1) Got hit by both shockwaves while you were on the ground. THe first shockwave totally broke through any defenses you may have mustered, unless it's a ridiculously good reason (why do I say this? The power and the speed of the shockwave combined is more than enough to penetrate most barriers and shields). The second shockwave from above will most likely tear your body into pieces. OR 2) You got hit by the first shockwave (see above) but still managed to jump up where you were hit in the head by the second shockwave, which in turn caused the shockwave to shred your head into tiny little fragments and pieces. Of course, the options I presented may change if you can justify your actions. This is a long thread. Click here to view it. | | |
