Post by The Librarian on Sept 24, 2011 13:29:36 GMT -7
12:47:23 ~*Berrikar An arena? Yes, such a wonderful place. Perfect for examining those that called this place home. Perfect for seeing what his forces were coming here to meet. Outside the arena, a section of air seemed to bubble and ripple like water being disturbed. Those ripples would increase for just a second before the form of Berrikar stepped forth. He surveyed the place, those pure white eyes taking in more than most would notice as he looked over this house of death. Nodding to himself, he stepped forward into the structure. His footsteps echoed through the hallways as he walked. His coat, though strapped tight, still trailed at the bottom and floated back slightly around the furred collar. He made his way slowly through the hallway and into the stands, where those white eyes caught sight of the others here. He didn't know any of them, but that was not a surprise. Now was the time to see what this world had to offer. What resistance the fold would meet. He stepped out into the light of the pit and motioned toward Dune
13:04:46 Dune glancing at Berrikar, smirking with a light nod. "Spar?" He'd inquire with a flick of his right wrist, within his hand manifested the hilt of his magnificent rapier. Pieces of metal seemingly pouring out of thin air and assembling just as such to form a beautiful blade. He'd give it two quick downward diagonal thrusts to either side, releasing prominent gusts of wind towards the adversary, not enough to do anything aside from a moderately cooling breeze, of course. Slamming his left foot into the ground, large slab of stone rising in the form of a ten long wide in diameter. A three foot thick, five feet wide rectangular piece of earth. Leap into the air, and slamming his foot into the center of the stone structure, it would break in half at that point and the massive chunks would be sent soaring across the vast distance towards the opponent threatening to pulverize him.
13:19:19 ~*Berrikar those pure white eyes surveyed the other for a moment before he finally nodded to the other's comment. “A spar it shall be then.” His race may be conquerors, but they had a sense of warriors honor and he would do no permanent harm to his opponent unless provoked by the other man. He produced a foot long shaft from his back with rapidly extended into a staff nearly his height. A slight glow emanated from one end, and a brilliant blade seemed to grow from the staff. He smirked. This was twinner, name so because it had 'twinned' more than one opponent. He felt the breeze and smirked. As Dune was raising the section of earth, a visible ripple spread outward through the air from Berrikar's form. He had activated the PSE inside his body, stabilizing the physics around him and hampering all manipulation. Of course by the time it was fully activated, those chunks of earth would be flying his way. He moved gracefully into the flow of combat, bringing that great axe up to split the chunk nearing his right side. A quick reverse thrust would send the but end of the staff into the other chunk. An audible boom would echo through the coliseum as the concussion reservoir inside his axe released it's charge causing the chunk of earth to shatter. In the haze of dust, he would rush his opponent. He raised twinner up high apparently aiming to split the man from his left shoulder to his right hip. As he swung though, he would miss the point where Dune was standing by mere fractions of an inch. Using the momentum of his swing, he would spin twinner and thrust the butt end forward toward Dune's chest, releasing a second concussive charge. This was weaker than the first though, just enough to knock the man back into the air and off his feet.
13:30:03 Dune smiling as he shifts into a combative stance, watching the target make easy work of the massive boulders. "Wonderful." He'd watch him approach rapidly, taking his cue to jump on the defensive. Leaping backwards at the first swing, even if it wasn't meant to hit him he wasn't too sure. Stumbling a bit, his reaction becoming a bit sluggish at this point, but he'd roll with it as best as possible. As the staff comes in for a jabbing strike, he'd swing the rapier down attempting to redirect the strike. He'd leap into the air while doing so, this might make the attack crash into the ground underneath Dune. As such, Dune's upperbody would be lowered and his lowerbody a bit higher. Again, going with the flow, he'd tilt forward to complete a frontflip. Extending his left foot out and attempting to land a blow to the top of the target's scalp with his heel. The resulting impact might send the opposition face first into the ground with a loud boom, leaving Dune in mid air savouring the last moments of his fluid counter.
13:39:01 ~*Berrikar his axe definitely wasn't as fast as a rapier. Even with his speed and strength behind it. The thrust missed its mark and plunged deeply into the dirt of the arena. Dune's tactic seemed to have worked out perfectly fine, but that concussive blast would put a damper on the victory as dirt and stones blasted up from the point of impact, pushing Berrikar, and likely Dune, backwards with the concussive force. That kick would miss simply because Berrikar was no longer standing in the same place. As he stumbled backwards, he raised his left hand, revealing an ornate golden hand piece that wrapped down his forearm and held a glowing gem in the center of his palm. Slightly blinded by the dust that had blown into his eyes, he aimed at the largest shadow, the one he thought would be dune, and released another concussive blast, like a compressed bubble of air flying forward from his hand with enough force to launch the other man back about ten feet. Berrikar would raise Twinner up defensively as he hastily blinked the dust from his eyes.
13:53:55 Dune seemed to have miscalculated the potential energy of the target, tumbling through the air as distance increases between the two warriors. Slamming into the earth and skidding for sometime before going into a roll and getting back to his feet, a sloppy dismount but a dismount no less. He didn't get any debris in his eyes, no, but the he was a bit disoriented. Catching a glimpse of the glowing tool before the blast compressed air surges forth, he didn't quite no what to make of it. It just looked like a blur. "Ohshi-!" Slashing at the ball, a downward vertical slash, cutting it in half somewhat. Yet still getting hit headon. BOOM! Flipping and spinning across the arena, slamming rather ruthlessly into the far wall with a penetrating cry of agony. Bouncing off the wall, his neck looking as though it would retain severe whiplash. Crumbling to the ground quickly, "Son of a... What the fuck is that thing?" Gathering himself as quickly as he can, trying to get air back into his lungs. Trying to get feeling back into his appendages. "Fine!!" He cried out, finally regaining his bearings, multiple slashes are implemented at this point. Three. Direction of slashes didn't really matter, all that was really important was what was generated in the after math. Powerful and furious gusts of wind that explode into the ground and shred across the terrain towards the target. Three waves. Should they strike the target, they offer a pulverizing sort of blunt strike to the surface of the target.
14:07:54 ~*Berrikar well this wasn't good. His PSE protected him from manipulation, but these waves seemed to be generated purely by his opponent's strength. He plunged twinner's haft into the ground about three feet, anchoring himself into place as he knelt down to protect himself from the waves. That hand device was outstretched again, this time firing a large blast directly into those waves in an attempt to dampen their force slightly. As he curled down behind the blade of his axe for a makeshift shield, his left hand would reach down and grasp a weird S shaped device at his waist. Weathering the storm with a few bruises, he would aim the device toward Dune and fire. The device fired a blast of electrical energy that had specific properties to it. The energy overloaded a person's nervous system rendering most temporarily paralyzed and in great pain. A second or third shot held worse effects, but he wouldn't use them for a spar.
14:19:21 Dune gritting his teeth, "What the..." Clenching the hilt tightly and watching the target carefully. What was that thing? "Fuck." Eyes widening as the electrical discharge comes visible, a horizontal slash is used to deflect the stunning lightning. Though, this is a poorly thought out defense. For it would make contact with the blade then surge up into his hand, washing over his body. Muscles twitching, blade being release and sent off to the side to land with a shrill clang. Dune taking a knee, hand pressed against the soil to keep himself up. He'd try and speak if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't all there in the head, vision blurring, heavy breaths. Struggling not to cry out in pain again. He looked to the ground, dazed and confused, vulnerable.
14:25:51 ~*Berrikar he might not have the brute strength to beat Dune, but that didn't stop him from trying other measures. As his opponent hit a knee, Berrikar would rise quickly and pull twinner from the dirt. He rushed the other man, cutting down the distance at speeds beyond the best olympic runners. As he neared Dune, two things would happen. First, he would throw twinner hard ahead of him, but not at Dune. The great axe would fly past the man and lodge into the wall behind him. At the same time, he would raise that hand device and aim for the man struggling on his knee. The blast was aimed to knock the other man back toward the wall, timed so that as he reached the wall he would be met with the concussive discharge from twinner as the great axe shattered a 30ft section of the wall. He was aiming to knock the other unconscious.
14:42:59 Dune coughing lightly and lifting his eyes just in time to see the staff zipping by. He'd sluggishly rise only to be greeted with a violent blast of compressed air. Sent into a backflipping tumbling session across whatever distance only to get another slamming blow from behind. Blood spurting out of his oral cavity, muffled scream, slamming painfully into the ground with irregular breathing. No, this wouldn't be enough to end it. Not by a long shot. Spitting blood off to the side and rising, darting towards the opponent's weapon. In fact, he'd flicker right out of view. Feet stampeding into the ground like a rapid machinegun of stomps all trailing towards the weapon. He'd snatch it up, assuming it didn't do anything crazy, and give it an elegant twirl. Generating furious cyclonic winds to either side, none of which puts the opponent in any danger of course. Lunging forth into the flickering blur, speed taking him across the vastness of the battlefield. He operated with such speed that most normal retina would register the next attack as impossible. Seven strikes. Butt of the staff. Forehead. Left shoulder. Right shoulder. Left knee. Right knee. Stomach. Sternum. In that order. It looked as though the staff divided into six seperate staves, yet it was merely the pronounced level of speed behind the crushing blows which packed enough punch to send the target shredding into the far far wall.
14:51:56 ~*Berrikar stopped just out of range of those blasts as the dirt and debris began to settle. He turned to look for Twinner, and saw Dune grasping his blade. That wasn't very nice. Berrikar would merely smirk as the other prepared for his attack. He might not be as fast as Dune, but he could still follow the man's movements enough to track him up until the point he was about to swing. There was something Dune needed to know about the axe he was currently carrying. That concussion buffer charged based on the kinetic energy of the wielder. With Dune moving so fast and so much, that buffer was picking up a massive charge. That spin to generate 'furious cyclonic winds' just added to the amount of potential concussive energy that Twinner was storing. Berrikar's right hand would raise to the back of his left, and press a small button as Dune neared him. The auto sensors in Twinner's systems kicked on immediately registering that Dune was not its wielder. At that moment, all of the stored concussive energy would be released. Since the only thing touching Twinner at the moment was Dune, all of that energy would be focused through him.
15:02:44 Dune smirked as he neared the target, what was he planning to do, stop him with another blast of air? Unlikely, he wouldn't fall for that trick again. Then suddenly, without warning his hand no longer rested upon the staff. A deafening boom, the pole weapon spinning wildly out of his hands as a savage explosion engulfs Dune. A gigantic torrent of debris rising skyward, Dune only having time to begin a scream. Cut off by the sheer magnitude. Clothing shredded apart mainly from the site where the impact was most heavy. He wouldn't collapse just yet, darting out of the back of the billowing smoke holding his right shoulder. Right arm being the primary weapon handler, it was there that he was struck hardest. On the right side. Blood pouring down his right side, no he wasn't out yet. Not yet. Making a quick dash across the area, left hand coming down and swiping up his rapier. Spinning about and facing his opponent once more. Berrikar was resourceful, very resourceful indeed. Did he have it in him to bring this target down? Clenching the hilt tightly, gasping heavily for air. Looking fatigued and beaten. In any case, things where getting interesting.
15:12:41 ~*Berrikar chuckled and watched with an extremely pleased expression as Twinner did it's work. Now though, there was the problem of his errant blade flying far off into the coliseum. Easily remedied though as he hit another button and the axe stopped midair, Self propelled gravity field. The axe would rush back to his awaiting hand as he continued to watch his opponent. He wasn't exactly worse for wear, but he wanted to end this before it got to that point. The blade on Twinner would glow and seem to recede back into the hilt as the hilt lengthened slightly leaving a mechanical looking quarterstaff in the man's hand. He would rush the man again as Dune tried to catch his breath. Twinner began to spin in his hands, becoming a blur almost to the point of invisibility. Propelled by his own actions, and that gravity field, the staff would pick up momentum. He would near the man quickly and apparently aim overhead again. This time though he shifted the spin of the staff and went low aiming to sweep Dune's feet out from under him. If successful, the other end of the staff would drop quickly aiming another concussive blow at the man's chest.
15:22:21 Dune clicking his tongue as the target nears, "Alright, here we go." Taking a deep breath, calmly. Exhaling calmly as well. Once Berrikar gets within ten feet, Dune thrusts the blade straight into the earth. Downward stab. The magnitude of such force shatters the ground and turns everything within a fifty foot radius into a massive cloud of smoke and debris. Massive boulders soaring skyward. The energy generated by that stab is otherworldly, but how so? Dune basically focusing his own inner energies into the blade he wields and transfering a huge shockwave of power into the ground via vibration of the actual blade. Assuming the target is destablized, Dune would leap into the air and dart from boulder to flying boulder. Making his way towards Berrikar, once reaching the target he'd attempt to slam the point of the rapier into the opponent's chest. This wouldn't result in a stab, flesh would not be pierced. It would result in a sharp strike, in the sense, yes. However, it would wash over the body like a massive concussive strike that would rocketlaunch the target across the coliseum.
15:36:50 ~*Berrikar as Dune began to channel his energy into the blade, he would likely feel an odd sensation. It was as if the energy was being blocked. Not completely, but like forcing air through a clogged filter. It would pass through as a much slower rate than expected, eliciting a smaller explosion. This was the PSE exerting it's influence on the reality of this place in an attempt to hamper manipulation. Of course, Berrikar would still be caught in that cloud since he was rushing the other man. On impulse, he would release a concussive charge from Twinner, pushing the debris away from his form and forming a temporary clear zone in the cloud. He would scan through the confusion to see Dune approaching him. Without the great blade, Twinner was much faster. He would raise the staff to intercept the stab from the rapier, parrying the strike toward the dirt. The other end of Twinner would be brought around in a spin attempting to connect with Dune's right shoulder and send another concussive blast through the already damaged arm
15:46:20 Dune being blasted away, slamming into the dirt once more and skidding across the fighting pit upon his wounded shoulder. "W-what the fuck?" He laid there, pondering over what had just unfolded. "Is this a sign?" He questioned, struggling to stand, noted by the shaking of his limbs as he picks himself up. He was wondering if this was his body's way of telling him enough was enough. He had no idea that Berrikar was actually influencing his abilities in anyway. "I... don't get it. What gives..." Again, breathing rather heavily as fatigue sets in. Suddenly, something formulated within his mind, leading to the appearance of a cocky smirk upon Dune's face.
15:49:36 ~*Berrikar Wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep this up. Or how much longer Dune was going to be able to keep it up either. He blinked away the dust that had gotten into his eyes. The staff seemed to pull into itself, shrinking into that foot long stick again which was placed on his back once more. He smirked and removed that S shaped gun from his waist again. The stunning weapon in his right hand, and his left hand raised with the other device, he would merely watch his opponent for the moment, waiting to see what Dune was smirking about.
16:02:12 Dune flicking his wrist, blade dematerializing. At that point shifting into a sunken crouch, moving in a rather fluid manner. This time using raw power, slamming his fist into the earth and causing a small field of rocks to take flight simply by the initial impact. Hand flickering out of view, swatting the rocks towards the opponent. Upon touch they'd be infused with energy from within Dune's being. They'd tear ass across the battlefield and threaten to crash into Berrikar's form with explosive results. Literally, explosive. If anything, should that dampening field be used, they'd probably only produce multiple minor burns with moderate concussive force. Should the target fire that weapon once more, Dune would be quick to modify his actions in order to accomodate. Something along the lines of another powerful stomp to raise a sizable slab of stone from the ground and take the hit, and then follow through with the machinegun hail of baseball sized rocks.
16:13:50 ~*Berrikar watched the man warily. He didn't know what Dune was up to, but he knew it wouldn't be good. As Dune punched the ground, Berrikar fired the Zat'ni'katel (the S shaped gun or more commonly referred to as Zat gun). Of course, the stunn blast wouldn't pass through the earth raised in it's way. When the stones began flying, He would raise that hand device and quickly fire, shattering a few of the stones in flight. That wasn't enough though. He was forced to drop the Zat gun as he reached for another button on his left forearm. A field of energy would envelop Berrikar, shattering those stones on impact. He wasn't fast enough to prevent them all from getting through, and several connected with his chest, leaving several burning holes in his jacket and revealing a metallic suit underneath. He stumbled back slightly from the force. Removing that foot long rod from his back again, he would extend the rod and split it into three pieces. These pieces were quickly tossed, one after the other aimed at Dune's knees and his chest. Whatever they connected with, they would release a concussive blast on impact.
16:25:24 Dune still wore that prideful smirk, proud of his work. Yet it wasn't good enough, he wasn't able to established the desired effect anymore, it was though something was keeping him from grasping his full potential. "Something really isn't r-!" Shifting into a defensive stance, quickly and efficiently slamming a forearm into one rod. A shin to the other two, hopefully knocking them away safely. However, another miscalculation proves to be the deciding factor in this equation. Multiple booms released from Dune's immediate vacinity. He takes to the air, though not willingly. Soaring across the atmosphere and exploding into the ground off in the distance, laying within his crater, sprawled out and defeated. Coughing up a rather large sum of blood, nodding lightly, "Yeah, I'm done."
13:04:46 Dune glancing at Berrikar, smirking with a light nod. "Spar?" He'd inquire with a flick of his right wrist, within his hand manifested the hilt of his magnificent rapier. Pieces of metal seemingly pouring out of thin air and assembling just as such to form a beautiful blade. He'd give it two quick downward diagonal thrusts to either side, releasing prominent gusts of wind towards the adversary, not enough to do anything aside from a moderately cooling breeze, of course. Slamming his left foot into the ground, large slab of stone rising in the form of a ten long wide in diameter. A three foot thick, five feet wide rectangular piece of earth. Leap into the air, and slamming his foot into the center of the stone structure, it would break in half at that point and the massive chunks would be sent soaring across the vast distance towards the opponent threatening to pulverize him.
13:19:19 ~*Berrikar those pure white eyes surveyed the other for a moment before he finally nodded to the other's comment. “A spar it shall be then.” His race may be conquerors, but they had a sense of warriors honor and he would do no permanent harm to his opponent unless provoked by the other man. He produced a foot long shaft from his back with rapidly extended into a staff nearly his height. A slight glow emanated from one end, and a brilliant blade seemed to grow from the staff. He smirked. This was twinner, name so because it had 'twinned' more than one opponent. He felt the breeze and smirked. As Dune was raising the section of earth, a visible ripple spread outward through the air from Berrikar's form. He had activated the PSE inside his body, stabilizing the physics around him and hampering all manipulation. Of course by the time it was fully activated, those chunks of earth would be flying his way. He moved gracefully into the flow of combat, bringing that great axe up to split the chunk nearing his right side. A quick reverse thrust would send the but end of the staff into the other chunk. An audible boom would echo through the coliseum as the concussion reservoir inside his axe released it's charge causing the chunk of earth to shatter. In the haze of dust, he would rush his opponent. He raised twinner up high apparently aiming to split the man from his left shoulder to his right hip. As he swung though, he would miss the point where Dune was standing by mere fractions of an inch. Using the momentum of his swing, he would spin twinner and thrust the butt end forward toward Dune's chest, releasing a second concussive charge. This was weaker than the first though, just enough to knock the man back into the air and off his feet.
13:30:03 Dune smiling as he shifts into a combative stance, watching the target make easy work of the massive boulders. "Wonderful." He'd watch him approach rapidly, taking his cue to jump on the defensive. Leaping backwards at the first swing, even if it wasn't meant to hit him he wasn't too sure. Stumbling a bit, his reaction becoming a bit sluggish at this point, but he'd roll with it as best as possible. As the staff comes in for a jabbing strike, he'd swing the rapier down attempting to redirect the strike. He'd leap into the air while doing so, this might make the attack crash into the ground underneath Dune. As such, Dune's upperbody would be lowered and his lowerbody a bit higher. Again, going with the flow, he'd tilt forward to complete a frontflip. Extending his left foot out and attempting to land a blow to the top of the target's scalp with his heel. The resulting impact might send the opposition face first into the ground with a loud boom, leaving Dune in mid air savouring the last moments of his fluid counter.
13:39:01 ~*Berrikar his axe definitely wasn't as fast as a rapier. Even with his speed and strength behind it. The thrust missed its mark and plunged deeply into the dirt of the arena. Dune's tactic seemed to have worked out perfectly fine, but that concussive blast would put a damper on the victory as dirt and stones blasted up from the point of impact, pushing Berrikar, and likely Dune, backwards with the concussive force. That kick would miss simply because Berrikar was no longer standing in the same place. As he stumbled backwards, he raised his left hand, revealing an ornate golden hand piece that wrapped down his forearm and held a glowing gem in the center of his palm. Slightly blinded by the dust that had blown into his eyes, he aimed at the largest shadow, the one he thought would be dune, and released another concussive blast, like a compressed bubble of air flying forward from his hand with enough force to launch the other man back about ten feet. Berrikar would raise Twinner up defensively as he hastily blinked the dust from his eyes.
13:53:55 Dune seemed to have miscalculated the potential energy of the target, tumbling through the air as distance increases between the two warriors. Slamming into the earth and skidding for sometime before going into a roll and getting back to his feet, a sloppy dismount but a dismount no less. He didn't get any debris in his eyes, no, but the he was a bit disoriented. Catching a glimpse of the glowing tool before the blast compressed air surges forth, he didn't quite no what to make of it. It just looked like a blur. "Ohshi-!" Slashing at the ball, a downward vertical slash, cutting it in half somewhat. Yet still getting hit headon. BOOM! Flipping and spinning across the arena, slamming rather ruthlessly into the far wall with a penetrating cry of agony. Bouncing off the wall, his neck looking as though it would retain severe whiplash. Crumbling to the ground quickly, "Son of a... What the fuck is that thing?" Gathering himself as quickly as he can, trying to get air back into his lungs. Trying to get feeling back into his appendages. "Fine!!" He cried out, finally regaining his bearings, multiple slashes are implemented at this point. Three. Direction of slashes didn't really matter, all that was really important was what was generated in the after math. Powerful and furious gusts of wind that explode into the ground and shred across the terrain towards the target. Three waves. Should they strike the target, they offer a pulverizing sort of blunt strike to the surface of the target.
14:07:54 ~*Berrikar well this wasn't good. His PSE protected him from manipulation, but these waves seemed to be generated purely by his opponent's strength. He plunged twinner's haft into the ground about three feet, anchoring himself into place as he knelt down to protect himself from the waves. That hand device was outstretched again, this time firing a large blast directly into those waves in an attempt to dampen their force slightly. As he curled down behind the blade of his axe for a makeshift shield, his left hand would reach down and grasp a weird S shaped device at his waist. Weathering the storm with a few bruises, he would aim the device toward Dune and fire. The device fired a blast of electrical energy that had specific properties to it. The energy overloaded a person's nervous system rendering most temporarily paralyzed and in great pain. A second or third shot held worse effects, but he wouldn't use them for a spar.
14:19:21 Dune gritting his teeth, "What the..." Clenching the hilt tightly and watching the target carefully. What was that thing? "Fuck." Eyes widening as the electrical discharge comes visible, a horizontal slash is used to deflect the stunning lightning. Though, this is a poorly thought out defense. For it would make contact with the blade then surge up into his hand, washing over his body. Muscles twitching, blade being release and sent off to the side to land with a shrill clang. Dune taking a knee, hand pressed against the soil to keep himself up. He'd try and speak if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't all there in the head, vision blurring, heavy breaths. Struggling not to cry out in pain again. He looked to the ground, dazed and confused, vulnerable.
14:25:51 ~*Berrikar he might not have the brute strength to beat Dune, but that didn't stop him from trying other measures. As his opponent hit a knee, Berrikar would rise quickly and pull twinner from the dirt. He rushed the other man, cutting down the distance at speeds beyond the best olympic runners. As he neared Dune, two things would happen. First, he would throw twinner hard ahead of him, but not at Dune. The great axe would fly past the man and lodge into the wall behind him. At the same time, he would raise that hand device and aim for the man struggling on his knee. The blast was aimed to knock the other man back toward the wall, timed so that as he reached the wall he would be met with the concussive discharge from twinner as the great axe shattered a 30ft section of the wall. He was aiming to knock the other unconscious.
14:42:59 Dune coughing lightly and lifting his eyes just in time to see the staff zipping by. He'd sluggishly rise only to be greeted with a violent blast of compressed air. Sent into a backflipping tumbling session across whatever distance only to get another slamming blow from behind. Blood spurting out of his oral cavity, muffled scream, slamming painfully into the ground with irregular breathing. No, this wouldn't be enough to end it. Not by a long shot. Spitting blood off to the side and rising, darting towards the opponent's weapon. In fact, he'd flicker right out of view. Feet stampeding into the ground like a rapid machinegun of stomps all trailing towards the weapon. He'd snatch it up, assuming it didn't do anything crazy, and give it an elegant twirl. Generating furious cyclonic winds to either side, none of which puts the opponent in any danger of course. Lunging forth into the flickering blur, speed taking him across the vastness of the battlefield. He operated with such speed that most normal retina would register the next attack as impossible. Seven strikes. Butt of the staff. Forehead. Left shoulder. Right shoulder. Left knee. Right knee. Stomach. Sternum. In that order. It looked as though the staff divided into six seperate staves, yet it was merely the pronounced level of speed behind the crushing blows which packed enough punch to send the target shredding into the far far wall.
14:51:56 ~*Berrikar stopped just out of range of those blasts as the dirt and debris began to settle. He turned to look for Twinner, and saw Dune grasping his blade. That wasn't very nice. Berrikar would merely smirk as the other prepared for his attack. He might not be as fast as Dune, but he could still follow the man's movements enough to track him up until the point he was about to swing. There was something Dune needed to know about the axe he was currently carrying. That concussion buffer charged based on the kinetic energy of the wielder. With Dune moving so fast and so much, that buffer was picking up a massive charge. That spin to generate 'furious cyclonic winds' just added to the amount of potential concussive energy that Twinner was storing. Berrikar's right hand would raise to the back of his left, and press a small button as Dune neared him. The auto sensors in Twinner's systems kicked on immediately registering that Dune was not its wielder. At that moment, all of the stored concussive energy would be released. Since the only thing touching Twinner at the moment was Dune, all of that energy would be focused through him.
15:02:44 Dune smirked as he neared the target, what was he planning to do, stop him with another blast of air? Unlikely, he wouldn't fall for that trick again. Then suddenly, without warning his hand no longer rested upon the staff. A deafening boom, the pole weapon spinning wildly out of his hands as a savage explosion engulfs Dune. A gigantic torrent of debris rising skyward, Dune only having time to begin a scream. Cut off by the sheer magnitude. Clothing shredded apart mainly from the site where the impact was most heavy. He wouldn't collapse just yet, darting out of the back of the billowing smoke holding his right shoulder. Right arm being the primary weapon handler, it was there that he was struck hardest. On the right side. Blood pouring down his right side, no he wasn't out yet. Not yet. Making a quick dash across the area, left hand coming down and swiping up his rapier. Spinning about and facing his opponent once more. Berrikar was resourceful, very resourceful indeed. Did he have it in him to bring this target down? Clenching the hilt tightly, gasping heavily for air. Looking fatigued and beaten. In any case, things where getting interesting.
15:12:41 ~*Berrikar chuckled and watched with an extremely pleased expression as Twinner did it's work. Now though, there was the problem of his errant blade flying far off into the coliseum. Easily remedied though as he hit another button and the axe stopped midair, Self propelled gravity field. The axe would rush back to his awaiting hand as he continued to watch his opponent. He wasn't exactly worse for wear, but he wanted to end this before it got to that point. The blade on Twinner would glow and seem to recede back into the hilt as the hilt lengthened slightly leaving a mechanical looking quarterstaff in the man's hand. He would rush the man again as Dune tried to catch his breath. Twinner began to spin in his hands, becoming a blur almost to the point of invisibility. Propelled by his own actions, and that gravity field, the staff would pick up momentum. He would near the man quickly and apparently aim overhead again. This time though he shifted the spin of the staff and went low aiming to sweep Dune's feet out from under him. If successful, the other end of the staff would drop quickly aiming another concussive blow at the man's chest.
15:22:21 Dune clicking his tongue as the target nears, "Alright, here we go." Taking a deep breath, calmly. Exhaling calmly as well. Once Berrikar gets within ten feet, Dune thrusts the blade straight into the earth. Downward stab. The magnitude of such force shatters the ground and turns everything within a fifty foot radius into a massive cloud of smoke and debris. Massive boulders soaring skyward. The energy generated by that stab is otherworldly, but how so? Dune basically focusing his own inner energies into the blade he wields and transfering a huge shockwave of power into the ground via vibration of the actual blade. Assuming the target is destablized, Dune would leap into the air and dart from boulder to flying boulder. Making his way towards Berrikar, once reaching the target he'd attempt to slam the point of the rapier into the opponent's chest. This wouldn't result in a stab, flesh would not be pierced. It would result in a sharp strike, in the sense, yes. However, it would wash over the body like a massive concussive strike that would rocketlaunch the target across the coliseum.
15:36:50 ~*Berrikar as Dune began to channel his energy into the blade, he would likely feel an odd sensation. It was as if the energy was being blocked. Not completely, but like forcing air through a clogged filter. It would pass through as a much slower rate than expected, eliciting a smaller explosion. This was the PSE exerting it's influence on the reality of this place in an attempt to hamper manipulation. Of course, Berrikar would still be caught in that cloud since he was rushing the other man. On impulse, he would release a concussive charge from Twinner, pushing the debris away from his form and forming a temporary clear zone in the cloud. He would scan through the confusion to see Dune approaching him. Without the great blade, Twinner was much faster. He would raise the staff to intercept the stab from the rapier, parrying the strike toward the dirt. The other end of Twinner would be brought around in a spin attempting to connect with Dune's right shoulder and send another concussive blast through the already damaged arm
15:46:20 Dune being blasted away, slamming into the dirt once more and skidding across the fighting pit upon his wounded shoulder. "W-what the fuck?" He laid there, pondering over what had just unfolded. "Is this a sign?" He questioned, struggling to stand, noted by the shaking of his limbs as he picks himself up. He was wondering if this was his body's way of telling him enough was enough. He had no idea that Berrikar was actually influencing his abilities in anyway. "I... don't get it. What gives..." Again, breathing rather heavily as fatigue sets in. Suddenly, something formulated within his mind, leading to the appearance of a cocky smirk upon Dune's face.
15:49:36 ~*Berrikar Wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep this up. Or how much longer Dune was going to be able to keep it up either. He blinked away the dust that had gotten into his eyes. The staff seemed to pull into itself, shrinking into that foot long stick again which was placed on his back once more. He smirked and removed that S shaped gun from his waist again. The stunning weapon in his right hand, and his left hand raised with the other device, he would merely watch his opponent for the moment, waiting to see what Dune was smirking about.
16:02:12 Dune flicking his wrist, blade dematerializing. At that point shifting into a sunken crouch, moving in a rather fluid manner. This time using raw power, slamming his fist into the earth and causing a small field of rocks to take flight simply by the initial impact. Hand flickering out of view, swatting the rocks towards the opponent. Upon touch they'd be infused with energy from within Dune's being. They'd tear ass across the battlefield and threaten to crash into Berrikar's form with explosive results. Literally, explosive. If anything, should that dampening field be used, they'd probably only produce multiple minor burns with moderate concussive force. Should the target fire that weapon once more, Dune would be quick to modify his actions in order to accomodate. Something along the lines of another powerful stomp to raise a sizable slab of stone from the ground and take the hit, and then follow through with the machinegun hail of baseball sized rocks.
16:13:50 ~*Berrikar watched the man warily. He didn't know what Dune was up to, but he knew it wouldn't be good. As Dune punched the ground, Berrikar fired the Zat'ni'katel (the S shaped gun or more commonly referred to as Zat gun). Of course, the stunn blast wouldn't pass through the earth raised in it's way. When the stones began flying, He would raise that hand device and quickly fire, shattering a few of the stones in flight. That wasn't enough though. He was forced to drop the Zat gun as he reached for another button on his left forearm. A field of energy would envelop Berrikar, shattering those stones on impact. He wasn't fast enough to prevent them all from getting through, and several connected with his chest, leaving several burning holes in his jacket and revealing a metallic suit underneath. He stumbled back slightly from the force. Removing that foot long rod from his back again, he would extend the rod and split it into three pieces. These pieces were quickly tossed, one after the other aimed at Dune's knees and his chest. Whatever they connected with, they would release a concussive blast on impact.
16:25:24 Dune still wore that prideful smirk, proud of his work. Yet it wasn't good enough, he wasn't able to established the desired effect anymore, it was though something was keeping him from grasping his full potential. "Something really isn't r-!" Shifting into a defensive stance, quickly and efficiently slamming a forearm into one rod. A shin to the other two, hopefully knocking them away safely. However, another miscalculation proves to be the deciding factor in this equation. Multiple booms released from Dune's immediate vacinity. He takes to the air, though not willingly. Soaring across the atmosphere and exploding into the ground off in the distance, laying within his crater, sprawled out and defeated. Coughing up a rather large sum of blood, nodding lightly, "Yeah, I'm done."