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| Cairoi Posts: 1921/3807 |
Clash was in fact very not exhausted. He summoned another Hurricane Orb, but he kept it inside his hand. The second the criss-crossing lines began to shoot out, he slammed the hand containing the Hurricane Orb into the ground, and a bright pillar of light encased him and the ground underneath him, absorbing the dark energy that sought him. He expanded the angle the energy shot from the ground and it then absorbed all the energy, canceling out the attack all together.
"Seriously, you're starting to bore me." |
| FX Posts: 2274/3775 |
One word escaped Darynia's lips.
"Huh." This boy obviously had some power. Of course, he must be exhausted from that last effort. He placed his palms on the ground, and a network of criss-crossing lines formed from black energy formed underneath them, covering the ground and walls of the entire colosseum. He wrapped his hands around the strands underneath them and pulled. If all worked correctly, Clash would be encased, and the energy would shock him into unconsciousness. |
| Cairoi Posts: 1890/3807 |
Clash knew how to respond to an attack of this nature. He stuck both of his hands outwards and used the Mana Contact Aura that enabled him to manipulate energy with his hands like clay. He stabilized the energy, stopping its collision, pushed them away, clenched his hands into fists and punched them, putting a crater in them. He then summoned two Hurricane Orbs in his hands, which were placed in the craters. They let out a fierce white wind, which flew madly through the darkness and pulled it in, converting into his own energy. After absorbing both walls, the tempest of energies ceased to be, and Clash stood still, unharmed.
"Next?" |
| FX Posts: 2132/3775 |
Darynia's hand pointed forward as he encountered the energy. The glow around his hand sliced through the energy, causing a wedge of safe space around him. So close was the energy that was passing him that his neatly tied hair fluttered in the wind.
He maintained this position during the entire blast. When the air cleared, he looked at his now smoking hand. "That-that burned a little. Ouch." He raised one eyebrow as the walls seemed to close in on them. They weren't in fact the walls, but the energetic energy of them. The black blocks moved towards the pair at a constantly increasing rate. |
| Cairoi Posts: 1854/3807 |
"Pathetic."
Clash turned around when the darkness encased him, as he is able to see the magical and physical worlds at both times with his Mana Pupi. He smiled as Darynia went to attack, only to find Clash jumping backwards through the strange portal-like entity he had conjured. And after stepping through, he raised his hand, and the portal activated. A mere foot from Darynia's location, a floodgate of energy opened, and a beam of pure energy leapt out at him, encasing the entire seven feet diameter the ritual circle had made. For Darynia, the attack would be hard-pressed to dodge, as Darynia had been in mid-attack, and only a foot away from the middle of the blast. The flow of energy continued for 30 seconds, before the circle faded, and thus the beam. Clash smiled, seeing the carnage his attack had caused. |
| FX Posts: 2130/3775 |
Darynia chuckled.
"Death is swift, my friend." There was a burst of wind, and everything became dark, as if the lights of the world had been turned off. Everything came back into focus, but Darynia was gone. "I need no time to prepare." He whispered from behind Clash, as he drove his energy encased hand towards his back, fingers forward, palm flat. |
| Cairoi Posts: 1851/3807 |
Clash smiled, cracking his knuckles as the air about him seemed to flow with a haphazard fury.
"Clever work. I'm sure you've done some battling in your time. As a reward, I'll grace you with a true challenge." The winds about Clash grew angrier and faster, and his body began to glow. His pupils grew wider, and his body seemed to flow with increased strength. With a burst of epic light, the transformation was complete. Besides the new, white hair, and somewhat more powerful presence, he seemed unchanged. "Now, the first Dimension Seal has been broken. It has been ages since I chose to do this." Raising his hand once more, a huge ritual marking appeared before his hand, glowing pure crimson. The middle, surrounded by strange markings, began to pulse, and it was an incredibly intimidating sight. Clash's face was calm and collected, but the end seemed close at hand. "I'm giving you time to prepare. Use it well." |
| FX Posts: 2117/3775 |
As the dots flew towards him, Darynia began to spin his staff, parrying all of the dots that came near him. At the end of the stream, a stray dot sailed past his defense, sticking to the left shoulder of his black denim jacket.
He released the staff which dissipated into a cloud of black smoke which quickly floated away. He gracefully removed his jacket and threw it to the side. It floated gracefully in the wind before bursting into flames and vanishing in several seconds. Darynia grinned, a smile that could melt hearts, and had. "You are quck to start, aren't you? I like that." He brought himself into a defensive stance, and let out a quick breath. His hands became encased in black, flamelike energy. "What else have you got?" |
| Cairoi Posts: 1850/3807 |
"I get the feeling you might be somewhat stronger than my previous foe. Let's find out!"
Clash extended his hand and suddenly, a system of small white dots appeared before it, about 45 total. He closed his eyes, focusing intently on these mana points. With a flash, the orbs shot out like a shotgun, flying in all directions. There was essentially impossible to dodge them all, but no worry. They do no damage, they simply stick to the object they hit. They themselves are harmless, but Clash can manipulate them to assist him. |
| FX Posts: 2105/3775 |
"A partner, eh?" Darynia said with a bright, happy voice, as he leaned to the right on his spear. The spear sunk down into a small black dot on the ground.
"I would free up my schedule a bit." He held out his left hand and and a silver broadsword shot into air. "One would have to be skilled to help perform the duties of a god." He began to twirl the sword around. Suddenly he slid it up his sleeve, where it seemed to vanish. Two large rings with razor edges appeared in his hands. He began spinning them around his hands. "Yeah... sounds fun." He caught the rings and placed them behind his back. He brought out his hands and placed his fists together. He brought them apart, and a staff appeared between them. "Shall we?" |
| Cairoi Posts: 1845/3807 |
Clash stepped into the colisseum, eyeing up his competition. He wore a loose but small amber toga-like garment that was kept tightly in check underneath the man's light and form fitting khaki pants. The toga had strange white markings on the shirt, an insignia of a falcon on the back. The man had strange scars on his visible shoulder, evidence he had seen battle once. Hanging off his waist was a longsword sheathed in an intricate mesh of different levels of tanned leather. This man had a devilish grin on his face, stubble forming on his chin, medium length shaggy blond hair on his head, and a look in his hazel eyes that told you he had seen the world.
He cracked his knuckles and smiled at his new opponent. "Ay, I've been looking for a good partner, and I challenged you to see if you're up to snuff. Go all out so I can see if you're worth the title!" Clash clenched his right fist and pointed it at Darynia. "Alright then, let's rock!" |
| FX Posts: 2102/3775 |
((I really like this charrie, so I want some more opportunities to use him.))
Darynia stood in the center of the Roman Collesium, spinning his spear around. He appeared to be a young boy, with smooth white skin, slightly tanned. He was wearing typical street clothes: jeans, t-shirt, and a light jacket. He wore his long white hair loosely tied back. He tossed the spear into the air, catching it in his opposite hand. He was supposed to meet someone here. He didn't really know why, but he allways was in the mood for a good duel. He hoped the man showed up soon. |
