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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Sparda Hellsing the ChaoticDeath vs. Cairoi Alester the Last Terraknight
The people of the forest always wondered what that strange bridge was. It loomed through the trees, seemingly flying. It was a stark contrast from the earthen colors of the trees and earth. It ran through the forest until it reached the holy grounds, where the people dared not to go. It too was made of white stone, and it glowed with an unnatural celestial energy. The animals and people stayed far away from the holy grounds and the bridge that leaped from it. However, those who knew the temple could not stay away. It held within it the gateway to all worlds, all dimensions. It could only be traveled, however, by those who possesed a certain Toll Orb. There were few orbs that carried this mystic characteristic, and so were priceless. And on this day, Cairoi Alester made his way down the bridge that loomed 25 ft high off the ground towards the temple with the orb resting comfterably in his pocket. His walk was free but stern, his face wearing a nonchalant face. He was almost there, close to finding a way to save this planet from the demons that infested it. His hands were concealed in his gloves, and on his body he wore his Terraknight robes, an unusual event indeed. They too had the mystic property of his regular clothing, but in enhanced proportions. They were stronger than bulletproof armor, stronger than steel, yet they were comfterable to Cairoi and did not inhibit his stride in the least. On his back rested the holy blade Diosu in it's scimitar form, it's flowing blade concealed in the obsidian sheath. Cairoi stopped when he felt a massive aura move in on his location, his body flowing with adrenaline. He saw the figure of Sparda appear and his smirk grew wider, showcasing his suprise. "Sparda Hellsing, how have you been?" |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath  Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| Sparda Hellsing, the figure that Cairoi was addressing, gracefully turned around, allowing the wind to softly kiss his long, spikey, black hair and the tails of large yet magnificent black cloak. Sparda Hellsing...the Chaoticdeath. It was and was not surprising to see that such a name and title belonged to such a man. For though he had the looks of a warrior, he did not seem to possess the passion of one...at least not yet.
He was tall and of light skin tone...a man of the East in his lands. His dark brown eyes locked themselves onto Cairoi, but showed no sign of aggression. His face bore no expression of hate or chaos, but rather, was quite indifferent and calm. To an outsider, not much could be told about Sparda at the moment. He was quiet and calm. If the outsider were to look at his fashion in order to judge the man, he wouldn't have much to say. After all, Sparda's attire was completely concealed by the cloak he wore. All that can be seen, other than the cloak, were the black boots that he wore. Perhaps the only reason one could tell that Sparda was a warrior was the massive sword that he had strapped to his back...a sword that seemed to be the very personification of chaos and fear. It was a formidable instrument of mass destruction, for its very length was almost equal to that of its master. Wielding a large, yet extraordinarily sharp blade, it seemed to give off a very soft glow. He was silent for a moment, looking at the Terraknight before finally speaking. "Some strange force compelled me to come here. I think I know why now." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "Following strange compulsions always lead to something exciting."
Cairoi laughed and drew his blade with his left hand. The second it left the hilt, it's angelic light flashed and revealed itself. The blade was unseeable behind this cloak of white light. Cairoi channled the holy energy into him so the light would not interfere with the battle. The smitiar's wavy, deadly sharp blade was revealed, which was the same color as the obsidian hilt, but it had been forged of the strongest minerals known to the Earth and forged with enough power to make it indestructable. Cairoi looked at Sparda with enjoyment as he took a step foward again, his green eyes piercing the sky around them. "Shall we go then? I have been waiting for this quite a while." Cairoi cocked his head, the stray brown hairs hanging from his hairline pushed aside. He tossed the sword to his right hand and slanted forward, bringing his right foot forward. His smile was still apparent as he watched Sparda with interest, careful to see his movements. It had been a while since a true challenge had surfaced. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| "Always biting more than you can chew."
Sparda chuckled under his breath as he slowly drew the massive weapon from his back, releasing it from its restraints, with his slender right hand. Indeed, it was a fearsome weapon, and one of unnatural yet amazing design. At the bottom of the blade, where it met with the hilt, there was an ingraved carving, in the shape of an oval. A small, menacing grin slowly crept its way onto Sparda's face as his dark brown eyes seem to take on a new glow. The aura that Sparda had been emitting became twice as strong, able to be felt from miles away. He took a small step back with his right leg so that his left side now faced Cairoi's front. "Well? You've been waiting so long. What are you waiting for now?" He stared at him through the corner of his eyes. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "You to attack, but so be it."
The energy flashed into Cairoi's left hand in an instant. A concentrated grey aura charged into the hand, shaking up the mist of dominance Sparda had summoned. Cairoi's eyes gleamed as he pushed his left hand forward and released the beam of energy known to the world as Dragon Hyotokkko. The blast was called Dragon due to the fact it's raw pulsing grey beam was reminiscient of a dragon, and it's bite was just as fierce. Hyotokkko attacks all had one thing in common: They homed in on three specific characteristics of a target: Heat signal, DNA, and aura signal. It homed in on all three, bypassing any other object. It would hunt Sparda for 1 minute until it dissolved. It would deal non-elemental damage, but it was a form of energy unlike any but Cairoi could harness, so it was inabsorbable. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| "Hmm.."
The grin on Sparda's face grew wider as his expression grew even more menacing. This was obviously child's play for him. He took one look at the attack and easily found a major flaw in its premise, using it to his advantage. Heat...DNA...and Aura...indeed, these were all things that Sparda possessed...but they were also things that his sword possessed, factors what were identical to its master. Though he could have easily survived the blow had he allowed the strike to hit him, he decided against doing something so rash and used his sword instead. He quickly flipped the positon of his sword upside down, so that the blade pointed downwards, as he suddenly took a big step forward with his right leg, using this stance and momentum to throw a powerful strike with his sword at the incoming beam, just as it was about to make contact. It seemed as if a battle of beasts took place, that very moment, when the beam collided with the sword. For a few moments, the blast and the blade of the sword were locked in a heated deadlock, but the superior 'being' soon prevailed as the 'dragon' became overpowered by the might of Sparda's sword. Slowly, it 'disentegrated' into nothing. Of course, Sparda was a man of twist and turns and he was certainly not one to allow a strike upon his cheek without a dagger in the heart of his opponent, per se. Thus, just as the beam deadlocked with his weapon, Sparda unleashed a sudden wave of immense psychic energies into the ground below Cairoi so that, suddenly, without much warning, within a time frame of just two seconds, the molecules of the bridge, below Cairoi's feet, were free of their old bonds, and were given new ones, thrusting itself into its new shape, five sharp spikes, which attempted to impale themselves into Cairoi. Each spike being approximately ten feet high and 15 inches in its widest diameter, formed in a circular formation, thrusted itself upwards at Cairoi with such force, it would have been extremely easy for each of them to impale through Cairoi's body completely, regardless of sharp the point was or how effective Cairoi's armor was (since the spikes come from beneath). |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| When Sparda moved to intersect the oncoming physic blast, the aura Cairoi had summoned tingled his senses. He jumped to the left and spun his blade as did so, seeing the spikes arise. He smiled with relief as he saw the spikes stop and he saw his oppurtunity.
Cairoi's eyes opened in a flash as the air currents he manipulated made a point of whirlwind-like constant spinning vortex that would rip apart flesh as though it was not even there. Cairoi released the humongous air spear at Sparda. The spinning air blast was concentrated into a 6ft area from the center, but it would travel forever until opposing air currents killed it. The blast moved faster than the speed of sound as it left Cairoi's extended palms, pushing him back a few feet. The most concentrated center of the cone was aimed at Sparda's exposed face. Taking into account Sparda's brief yet still existant concentration on the spikes, he would not have any time to react from this new attack, still working on the Hyotokkko's assault. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| While Cairoi's eyes may have opened in a flash and the blast traveled faster than the speed of sound, it was practically all for nothing if the attack was prepared in a very slow manner. Since this was exactly what happened, Sparda had more than enough time to stop the incoming onslaught...and then some.
He held his sword in front of him, almost as if using it like a shield, in a diagonal stance so that the blade was able to cover a portion of chest as well as the lower half of his face. As this was done, Sparda unleashed UltraViolent all around him. All this was done as Cairoi was continuing to prepare his 'air spear'. "Let's see how this turns out." By the time Cairoi unleashed his air spear, the grace period was ended...and an invisible hell was let loose. UltraViolent- Using an extraordinarily rare form of alchemistic skills, Sparda uses his powers to manipulate electromagnetic waves around him. The amplitude and frequency of the immense electromagnetic waves are increased to a point where it becomes quite a feat just withstanding the intensity of the waves. The electric field and the magnetic field are slightly ‘upgraded’ by the alchemistic skills mentioned earlier to make this possible. As a result, the light if a ‘color’ that can neither be described or imagined. The amplitudes and frequency take the photons of light to a completely different echelon of power, making it a truly devastating force. The waves, out of range of a human’s visible spectrum, are known as Ultraviolent Waves. The Ultraviolent Waves, though not visible, rip apart (literally) and disintegrate all living tissue upon contact (proven by the Photoelectric Effect), within just a nanosecond, due to their supernatural properties. The only possible way to tell that Sparda is even using these strange waves is by taking notice of the strange set of shadows casted upon the ground, of Sparda’s figure, regardless of the presence of light within the visible spectrum of human eyes. When in contact with metals of any sort, regardless of its place of origin, the metal will instantly become nothing (instantly, being one picosecond, after applying the Photoelectric effect, taken to a new level). When in contact with anything else, it will slowly disintegrate that matter into nothing (taking approximately about thirty minutes to disintegrate it completely; 10 posts, not including the opponents.) For as long as the UltraViolent Waves is in affect, Sparda’s psychic powers are completely shot. When the UltraViolent Waves are deactivated, Sparda has 5 posts to recover, not including the opponent’s. Sparda’s immunity is due to his superiority over a certain element (it will not be revealed, unless it is asked for). There is a grace period of exactly one second before the Ultraviolent waves are launched…this can be seen when Sparda is surrounded by a strange glow, possessing a color never before seen. Yeah, there pretty much isn't anything to say. Cairoi said he would post but it's been a month. Therefore, victory is mine. *closes* (Last edited by Sparda on 02-13-06 12:01 AM) |
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