Angelo vs XETAJai, a learning 'experience'.

[angelo]

19:50:07 XetaJai nods, and did want to confirm a bit to the man's technological, and biological standard. If the man didn't fair well with mercury, he certainly wouldn't pump an ounce of the stuff into it, now would he? Grenade bullets sounded more to his liking. "Well, unless you plan to stun an electrical creature with those style rounds, save them, against me. Mine is an Otachi. Tachi is the more general term for the katana. Mine's rather.. sharp." The magnets fell away, and snapped around to his legs around and below the knee. From there up a slight later of scales built, then solidified with a heavy reinforcement. His belts remained free as he tucked the pistol away. All else fails he could have a use for it. TKO sounded about right, some bastards lied though. From his left arm an axe would morph out as if in an act of creation. Bodily or more it was hard to say, his blood did flow from the left hand in that gauntlet and it smelt a bit chemical to folks. Not sulfur or even chlorine, it was a bit more hostile than all
19:55:24 [XetaJai] that. This weapon swung silently unlike the large-sword he wielded. It wasn't a normal one handed sword, it was roughly as tall as it's wielder. Rested across the shoulder, some sanguine glyphs pool in the base and towards the tip of his sword. A blade that leaves a hazing trail, the sound of it too harmonic for some to enjoy. It'd edge like a split diamond, but before long he'd hold it forward in the right hand. "Game on? Have your companion meet my sister. She's only seen some.. Dread-sorcery I believe it's known as." If it came to guns, he could always improv. Eyes sharpened, and his body recoils into a muay-thai driven stance as his long legs begin to spring in motion and cover some ground into the open arena. Giving a bit of distance, before he brings clashing into play. An aura awakens about him, but it is confined. Radiating only his sword range out, and stirring the dust from when he bounces to the wave his sword clears and the axe begins to bind some crust of earth about it. Dulling edge for weight.

20:10:23 Angelo {Start of something...Awesome?} Angelo nodded. "...No death, anything goes, as stated, lets just try to kill each other while NOT killing each other." He chuckled, inhaled a breath of air and tapped the heal of his right foot down on the ground three times. A seed was planted deep in the ground, growing for later while Angelo enacted other sightless actions. "...To be fair, I will note, I am a somewhat decent psion, and use my body to manipulate certain objects, namely Ice/water, fire, and electricity, and wind outside of that...In short, just not to get yer hopes up, not a complete melee and gun outing." He nodded, popped his head side to side, and let his mind focused on the presence of the Arena. Such things usually took time, but Angelo was familiar with it, having basically come upon its landscaping so many times and observing it, knowing sits properties and constructs and seats, such things taking more time elsewhere, but for here... "Let us...Begin!" ...It hardly took him a thought to make-
20:11:14 Angelo -the Arena act! This would be shown by a sudden lurching of things outside of their location, namely behind Angelo, a good many feet away, the section with normal theatre esque seats having said seats suddenly wrench and move and rattle until eventually, a small battelion of about twenty five or so (unless something popped up and destroyed them, which, from what I know about Xetas, would NOT be difficult to do) broke off from the ground, swooped up into the air, and quite suddenly shot forward toward Jairou, Angelo staying stationary, about twenty or so feet away, waiting to see what the reaction would by while tensing, ready to move if he had to, left hand shifting to grip the neck of his sword and slightly tug it, the blade within having a small nearly sightless 'film' form over the thing, in the baby step stage though, not ready to be in use Just yet, Angelo content with just berating Jai with random objects for the moment, Angelos mind staying placid but prepped and upon the land, just in case!

20:21:54 [XetaJai] "Regenerate much?" Heels shifted, alchemical mixture rushed through his veins as adrenaline took over. Fueling his gauntlet which began to shift even more so. Blades rose out of the plates, and he focused on the sky since the ground seemed to be claimed by this kineticist. Focusing on his breath a sudden exhale gives way to a shout. "Eakatta!" His sword had been named, and given with it greater strength by his soul. Roaring to life it does what it's name means. Air-cutter, spun above his head the edge of his sword seems to trail out in a piercing wave of sound. Rushing from it and around him a twister to crash down, a flux in gravity to change things up a bit if possible. Air force along may not do it but the force behind the chairs would diminish if anything. No need to rush, but he snaps the left hand up out of impulse. It's open, and spewing shrapnel spikes of some blackened sort. It radiates nothing, sheer carbon, sure to decay after a half minute or so. They spat in volleys, rackets of five moving from
20:24:38 [XetaJai] all angles around the hand. Blade on the fore-arm attached seemed to splice and double. Three of them now around the side, but the outer two slide up and onto the back of his fist. A pair of chained daggers launch with a more virulent force. They aim to sap death energy as much as burn off life forces. He'd test the waters, and see which he'd prefer to contest with. All the while his pace of a side to side step increase. Ready to dodge, eyes trained through the debris flaring up and taking aim based off of his mental and elemental senses. Fundamental awareness, not yet revealing his higher nature but certainly a powerful breed of mutant.

20:36:16 Angelo {First round.} "Not at all, like to seal, but that is it." In terms ot the regeneration, head tilting back, one eye widening as the force of air suddenly sprouted and whammed against the chairs, breaking them into nothing and causing Angelo to flinch and turn his frame slightly, off towards his right, waiting for it then darting quickly off towards said direction, hopefully out of the range of the knives and shrapnel, but with enough in mind to still act, said acting being to focus about the ground around Jai, said ground, from Angelos experience, being a mix of sand, stone, and Earth, which he promptly sets in his head, about twenty feet and out around the area Jai stood near and melded shapes at certain points, said shapes giving themselves away to an extent via shifting about in the ground before sprouting up, the first attempting to drive right into Jairous right side, a strange slanted rectange of sort, with a stone top and Earth bottom and sand center, said shape seeking to drive into-
20:36:49 Angelo -Jairous right side as stated, and possibly send him off to his left. Whether it hit or not, after the first shape, three more would sprout, one on his left side, another towards his front, and finally towards his back, in which, a second would pass, maybe to see if each one hit or missed before a particularly long shape attempted to sprout from the ground and clock Jairou right in the face with its solid stone flat side. A meager but quick psionic one two punch, Angelo standing in place again if this at least distracted Jairou enough for him not to do anything Towards him, all the while, letting that hidden film on his sheathed sword grow, half inch by half inch, and letting his 'focus' pertain to the half of the Arena wall Angelo stood parallel to. Normally, the second part would be a bit excessive for Angelo, but given what he just saw, he figured said excessiveness would be lucky to hit his current opponent, numbers or not.

20:49:07 [XetaJai] Ground upturned itself, and this wasn't what he expected as his presence was redirecting. Casting down the swept chairs, and turning up a volume of KTT-KTT-KTT-KTT-SSHHING! His aim turned with the soldier's strafe, even as Jairou takes the first slab against his ribs and it seems to bounce him a bit too easily against sheer rockface. Both dent, the one from the front clipping his knees but they seem to kick backwards to snap the other stone accidentally almost. Left elbow down swinging, the other fixed blade unleashes itself and a set of coils lock in around him. Causing him to roll and hand-spring off almost, projecting himself higher as he unleashes a hand-full torrent of blood. It corrodes, acid mixing into earth to make something quite sloppy. Something he uproots and swings overhead once to bring down, all the while his sword drifts between the blocks of stone and land. Blood spilling out the side from where his own armor bites above the hip, again it seems to eat harshly but to no effect just yet. Deep
20:53:17 [XetaJai] breath and the xeno-human goes into free-fall, hurling the axe so it's blade spirals in ahead of all the mass flying. That molten mixture of bad-blood and hopefully stolen soil. It'd be hard to reign control over his vital-element, it was venomous to a fault. A symbiote, a bit of sorcery and a touch of psycho-metabolics. Mind over body, and matter, causing the XETA to smirk as he was already feeling some jolts to his system. He went by chakra, and the electricity surging off of him was held back by the armor and jacket. Crackling air, his sword's ringing began to deafen as he'd cut through the punching-face aimed piece of rock whether it flew skyward or not. If he couldn't dodge, it was likely to break on the breastplate but take his cheek to the bone which would be an amusing sight so long as it didn't graze him, depending how the sonic sword strike goes.Such things, could be unpredictably resilient. Hell, Jai knew he'd try to make it an hurtful as possible.

21:07:21 Angelo {One eyed good sight.} Distance was good in the aspects that he could see what was going on, which saved him a lot more then his abilities did, really. Said statement mattering because as Jai...Vomited a substance, Angelos body tensed, readied and darted at the expected attack, dodging the axe and making a mental note of it (in case it went all boomerang on him), willing another tactic into play. At that, the Arena wall was thrown into the fray, cubes shimmering and dislodging from the stone walls on Angelos half of the Arena, each one about three foot tall and four foot wide, their numbers being about eighty four as they flew from place, from the north, north east, and north west of Jairous currently location (the ones flying about Angelo flying around him while doing so), the difference between them and the chairs being each one flied in odd formations of sorts, up and down, side to side, diagonal, all that good direction, all heading towards Jai, intending to hit, bash, and repeat the process-
21:07:33 Angelo -four of the eighty four staying behind and floating around Angleo. Never hurt to have a little Defense, just in case. As with before, the outline about Angelos sword began to grow, though this time, and with what Jai was doing, Angelo drew a faint with line over his finger nails with his thumb, then used said nails to draw a line over his thumb snail. Never hurt to prepare, though, aside from the initial dodge, Angelo stood still again, watching Jai...All eyes and ears. {Lightning!: 1 turn.}

21:17:23 [XetaJai] Good speed, better exponential control factor. His adaptability proved to hold a similar notion of motion dear to heart, channeling the substance from the gauntlet as it harnessed it's true function. Magic-crushing capacities, but in the long run he'd have known it's basics. It wasn't all magic either, this ki-art of his began to flourish as the left hand jerked rapidly, at least ten times a second but he could push himself to twenty without terrible effort. Gyro-lightning bolts streaked out, twisted over in their own gravity as he used Torus shaped, donuts of electric pulse. From his elbow the blade recoiled and it's true nature, his Xetazan, a metal cable style whip had since been augmented. Insulated, this bio-metal tendril lashes out in streams that unite to grasp one block to hurl it into others. His all out defense is just as offensive, his sword's edge gleams as his aura projects out to complete his personal circle. The sword was alive alright, it had a mind and soul of it's own, spewing from it came
21:22:13 [XetaJai] sister pair of the gravity-bolts. Sonic and light, a flash of the thunder but with it came a bow-shock. The heat was turning up, and he liked the pace. Draining his bodily energy was good so long as he wasn't taking a beating or playing hyper-dodge. Levitating began simpler when he started to spray fire prana - ki streams that should be sufficient to blast a rock to a stand still if it hadn't the might to press ahead. With these bursts he might manage a sudden drop. Then he could start to kick off the ground and 'recharge' so to speak. His dual-element castings left his blood less virulent, though the symbiosis was viral. The death-lash should recoil back in time of his armor to repeat the practice of being smashed by rock. Blood etching his outline, but his senses were honed on the circling distractor. Jairou was curious what more he could cook up, before this took on to the Sylar style match. An unseen disturbance waned, hopefully blinding that one eye to his sleight of feet. Magnetic greaves helped to
21:25:37 [XetaJai] pull then push in the face of what he presumed was a better geomancer. Psionics or not, it was the principle of the thing. More slabs falling for sure, but he was intending to play dodge and see how fast Angelo could change up his air to ground game. Mind reeling a mile a minute, his aura weaves behind a trail of the symbol of air clashing with the ground. It wasn't his favored element but most persisted all those fiery aspects of the bolt applied to the sky above others. That gauntlet seemed amorphic alright, a purple trail drawn by his claws settles through the eruptions of charges up the arm which spat out oddly enough, a small vial. Seems it had been cooked, or was something cooking next as his heart raced with the pace?

21:33:32 Angelo {Numbers.} A living chain blade was what the Xetas sword reminded him of. Angelo kept his eyes on it, watched as it split at times and wreck his mini battalion of stone cubes, though with a twist of Angelos own. Angelo couldnt save them, all, that was a fact, but given the more concentration he put into them, he could make some of them shift, move about and away from certain defensive offensive measurements, continuing to head towards Jairou and keeping their movements to dodge and try to get to Jairou, said Jairou taking more measurements, using some sort of fire based thing to basically turn the rock into placid Melta substance before making them fall, Angelo smirking. It was a slaughter, honestly (if you'll allow), only nineteen would last through the fray, but a fraction of a battalion that is Still trying to reach Jai, though with this down, Angelo added another card to the play. It was upon the wall, once again, but not The wall, on top of it, the guard rail, a section of the metallic pipe-
21:33:37 Angelo -like guard rail twisting and turning and eventually breaking of with uneven rigid sharp metal ends, floating for a bit, before randomly spinning in place until it became nothing more then a black blurring hunk of metal which kept gaining speed until finally launching itself at Jairou. Helicopter propeller, thirteen feet tall, a two foot wide, followed with the remaining cubes while Angelo stood defensively with his four blocks, a film about his sword which seemed to be reaching out of its sheath, and another precaution in his right hand, watching Jairou, testing the waters but attempting to break it with stones as well. {Lighting!: 0 turns}

21:43:58 [XetaJai] He was certain there would be a remainder, but specifics were really not what he was concerned with against over-all stratagem. His crusade to landbound would work a bit too well, as these stones honed rather than simply dropped off. He released his sword, sending it's telekinetic-flight veering to meet this ring head of. He only had time to react, because he moved at notches that would indeed impress a super-human. Carnage would rule, as his off hand generated something off-handedly. He poured his meta-bodies into it, weaving a new sort of duality by bridging the Astral into play. A sharpened edge of raw-force was coated in a gripping ectoplasm. He turned it solid, weaving in the organic constitution he wields so fluently. Kick greaves tear out and form a shield by wagering his aura's dual layer. Condense it, and project a Reflect spell-shield around himself. As a psion, it was just as obvious a barrier. He was certain he'd be entombed but unlike with Noriko he wouldn't allow it to get to the flesh. That
21:47:25 [XetaJai] bladed whip would help convert into a temporary shield as he awaits results. Eakatta should be-able to sever the steel bar in half, which might break or break into the shield through all that stone. Still, his sword was veering towards Angelo with a high pitched shriek. It's fine edge likely throwing fire out as it cut the air and through stone with ease, the XETA's off hand Lancer spike serving as a trip up if it can make it through without getting pinched by two rocks and busting a crack like a bad tooth. Within his dome there was pain, pressure.. but also a way for him to build his power up to a new level. Piezo electrics, all he needed was pressure. Saturating his body, incase the dome shatters by ringing discs and weight of psychic forces. It would take a strong bit, Jairou's mind was powerful and this sword proved it as being only a sliver on it's own accord.

22:01:46 Angelo {Moving plans.} Dead blocks against dead substance, each one that got through pelting against the shield, attempting to push through it, Angelo watching with his one eye as each eventually, unless the shield destroyed them, pelted the shield and tried to get through it, all the while, the helicopter rail being split in half but sitll going, becoming two six and a half feet rotating guards rails which went in two opposite directions, trying to move around and zoom in on potential weak points in the shiel,d all the while Angelo acted on his own, just spotting the flying sword and willing three of his defensive blocks to come into play, timing it to have one stand in front it of, and just as the one was pierced, having to clamp down on the non sharpened ends of the blade, Angelos left hand coming into play, reaching, unclipping, and gripping the handle of his gun Grantslayer, beyond the point of Knowing Jairou could take a bullet to the chest, drawing it out and quickdrawing, pulling the trigger of -
22:01:54 Angelo -the might magnum and letting lose a slick aerodynamic silver colored bullet, said bullet flying out with a bang equivalent to that of a Napoleonic canon right towards the bladed whip, trying to hit the center (if it was pinned), or anywhere in general (regardless of movement or not) on its body, said bullet, once connecting, taking half a second to suddenly erupt with force equivalent to that of half of a hand grenade, as well as letting lose shrapnel to boot. Grenade rounds gotta love them, just like the next round Angelo (who once letting lose the Grenade round, pulled back the hammer of Grantslayer) let lose, this one towards Jairou and his shield/bubble, a copper bodied thing with a bright red tip, that once (possibly) connected with Jairou or his shield, with erupt with a half napalm half incendiary induced explosion of heat and fire that, unless shenanigans (no offense meant) prevented, threatened to spread and possibly envelop Jairou and his shield. This said, Angelo kept his eye darting-
22:02:00 Angelo -from Jairou to his (possibly/most likely) still functioning whip blade, things prepped and continuing to be prepped and getting better, most notably the sword film, which somewhat visibly was enveloping his leather clad wood/steel sheath and his right hand, whose fingers wiggled time to time, while the left hand cocked the hammer of Grantslayer back, trigger finger itching but not wasteful.. {Lightning!: Waiting to be in used, charging to get better!}

22:15:40 [XetaJai] Those shots certainly did tricks, destroying the spear which also caused the sword to rebound into a stoneflag-removed wall. The reflective barrier waxed and waned, but when the rings rounded it into a shot blast the XETA was somewhat ready for it. All that pressure had him cooking now, and the fire took it up a notch. Reaving around the sphere to begins with, the bullet's blast itself sends magnet chunks flying back and rock splaying all across the area. Concaving down around him, Jairou drew what resources were left and allowed this heat to bask and rise with the rocks crushing down and around. Brilliant silver light was shining around it however, churning and piercing in waves. He was allowing his astral body to unfold, increase beyond the simple use of an aura. Compressing a symbol into this ground at his feet. Enochian, Sanskrit, Akashic-Kanji. Did it truly matter? All that counts is what it invokes for him. Hysteria. A frenzy he throws himself into, a redness began to fill the air when those flames
22:23:32 [XetaJai] continued. Bursts of it increased in an odd way. Ghost-fire some knew it as, his body charging even now under damage. The psychic force he could withstand for a time, astral armor worked directly against it and he imbued himself through it now. Silver skin tarnishing, feeling the gift grip over him again. While it seems Angelo's all out assault had finally prevailed, the sword was linked for good reason. It flashed, augmented by by the increase in potential it drags it out for itself. From the wall it emits a projection. The edge opened now, a rift to the astral seas. This was sculpted a bit further by the weapon's intention, A raw blade of forces and energy streaked across the horizon. At about hip height, it even cut into the shield by the angle it sat and left it's wielder to force his way out on his own terms. Folded down into himself, his power hinges on what it could... should do next. This armor was quite a prize mixture, even as Angelo could sense damage had been done, expended in some way?(e)

22:44:55 Angelo {Rinsed and reused.} Well, nothing was happening to Angelo, really, but...That wasnt a good thing. It usually, in Angelos experience, meant someone was planning something, this further being emphasized by a laser of sorts suddenly shooting from Jairous own broken blade TOWARDS him. "...Shit." Angleo muttered the word, looked at the chamber of his gun, went with it, aimed, and fired, hitting the same spot of the cocooned Jairou with a different bullet, said bullet suddenly bursting into water and a split second later, letting loose electrical currents that had been known to stop high end technology and the user of said technology in his tracks. This said, Angelo could only hope the water enhanced electrical output (hopefully the water itself wasnt absorbed) would do damage and not get negated or something of the like, Angelo carefully pacing towards the floating (?) location of Jairou, magnum loaded with one of each of the bullets already used, sword film still growing itself, lightning getting-
22:45:02 Angelo -better in terms of possible number and power as seconds passed, Angelo tense, outright knowing he needed to stay prepped. {Lightning!: Charging further, ready to be used.}

22:54:34 [XetaJai] Eakatta was far from broken, though it broke free from being lodged in the broken wall. Gravitating back towards Jairou's open hands, he had warned the guy not to bother with electrics. Mind-motion of his own played out rapidly, making the counter attack. He threw his gun out, handle first and leaving an after-image in the state he was in. Rapidly climbing to his psychic buff-zone of a Trance state. For now he was in the Burst mode, astral duality unleashing his techniques at twice the speed. Channeling his own Lightning spell as his aura was put into this one. The symbol shown, Raikurai was unleashed in a pure stream to also magnetize. Mercury-sulfide explodes, sending scraps of the mercury rounds into Jai's armor but some of it soaks in. The rest begins to spin, as he uses his magnetics to counter and fight Angelo's raw electrics for control. Once Jairou had the chance he'd hurl the ball of mercury-lead for Angelo. It wasn't likely the electrics would bother him like other elements. The heat would get to
23:00:06 [XetaJai] him more than the charge outright. There was a high chance Angelo's highly prepared technique would shunt on by and strike anyway, but Jai would have the magnetics ride off and hurl the sphere of high speed and heavy liquid metal for the Federalist's chest. Much like the sheer force would knock Jai back into the rock pile, just in time to catch his sword.. Angelo might be getting struck by a sphere of burning metal that grew as it heated electrically. Plasma, quick silver gone to quick lightning if he got the chance to rebound more than anticipated. In this state of curious confusion, Jai was left to ponder his options before the next volley. He had to smirk a bit, the dual elementalism had given some a tough time besting. "This is.. fun.. heh." He chuckled, teeth showing where the skin had been torn away.

23:11:54 Angelo {Balls of metal and fire.} Angelos sight was one place then the other at these moments, trying to decipher what the heck was going on noting, full hardily, that (to him at least) all he threw at that shield had done exactly nothing, and to top it all off, something Angelo saw, on the split second came running right towards him. "Whoa!" A split second was a split second and he did to things, bend his knees to duck and set the last stone block he had to come up from were he stood completely, being bashed instantly by the heated mercury ball and setting it off just an inch away from Angelos head, his hairs singing as it flew by into something which it would just outright destroy whatever else it hit. Angelo would stand after nearly dodging a bullet, spot Jairou on the spot, blink and immediately aim his pistol. Out flew a grenade round, seeking to punch Jairou right in the side/stomach if all went as planned, and thats all Angelo did for the moment, aside from tense his legs and suddenly flinch. More-
23:12:01 Angelo -things came into play, almost done, the sheath of his blade enveloped in a film of its own, Angelos mind pulsing, and...Of all things, remembering he had two spinning mini helicopter blades flying overhead (correct me if I am wrong), things were getting there, but Angelo was still cautious and scraping waters, for his own sake. {Lightning!: Waiting to be used while charging & Seed: 3 turns.}

20:26:28 [XetaJai] Those whirling helicopter blades weren't forgotten, but the bullet would certainly have arrived before much of anything happened, even on the second shot of this type. In the astral-rush his right recoils for the left to swoop up in it's quickened state. Silver lines drew out of the edges, flooding with a red light that flashes up wit the blades incoming faster than before along the magnetic hot trail. He merged and expelled constitute matter and enhanced metal. Plate seems to explode in this act as well, his armor blown off with it to reinforce his creation. A wall of hot metal, his symbiotic blood turned to raw fire of some sort. Enough to super heat the metal, drawing in the fires engulfing the air in a smokey barrage that repeats. It doesn't penetrade, this is a wall of sheer psychic force and astral-tension. Liquid metal blazing to the point of plasma as the second round hits and those rail discs should too melt and crush as spikes began to swell up. His Xi energy cannot retain the heat and reactions any
20:32:12 [XetaJai] longer, and so the Xeta channels his sword through himself. Unlocking the planar fraction for the Astral to blast this wall into his own barrage. Blocks with spikes, an intense concentration that's staggering Jairou's meta-body enhancement but lets loose with his full potential. an infusion of psi, qi, and manas is a far more ingenius mixture for him. The slag was encased by that force that would continue to smash into the wall, enhancing the partial destruction where the mercury ball had splattered and burnt through in a dull ion trail. His sword actually follows, spiraling like it had before. Jairou had consolidated his power in that moment, and eyes flared with a silver light with the aurora of his clashing down and up again. His silvered body blazing crimson as the symbol at his chest took on a red vibrance. Pulsating, it was only a lunar-titanium plate for now but that bit of armor proved hard to pierce. Using his hyper senses to get a focus on the psion's location, he knew something was up. A single
20:39:01 [XetaJai] line pulsed towards his sword, even as blood seemed to ooze from every crack in Jai's body. It burnt at the air, a harsh trinity of elements. Caustic metal, electric heat, and a human mind. Broken free of the restricted armor, his symbiont holds his jacket together even as his pants burn to shorts and boots are molten to the charred and broken ground. What aura he retains is two fold, a symbol of metal crushed into the ground at his feet - and a molten area of metal Angelo had either caught a good bit of or averted entirely. His sword spiraling in the center of it, and conducting the metal into a ball to surround itself which caused such a quaking it made a part of the spectating area collapse. His mind and soul were preoccupied, hinging the same thresholds as his body. "My turn?" He asks in a humored fashion. Uncertain if the cannon-dodger was interested to see his opponent stop holding ground. Though, with guns like that there was a good cause for such psychic fortitude.

20:51:17 Angelo {Serious.} The bullet didnt even stand a chance, melting in the physical shield before even detonating and everything else...Well, to say Angelo was still stepping forward would be a lie. At feeling the heat and noticing something akin to or better then smelted metal suddenly form, the Confederate took a step back, then another, flinching as the helicopter rail pieces met the same fate as the bullet, Angelo twitched, stopping after five steps back, and sighing, looking at Grantslayer in his left hand and suddenly holstering it. No NORMAL bullet, custom or not could do much against stuff like that, and thus he switched tactics, his left hand coming to the left side of his belt, nudging the top of Imperials hand guard, a chink releasing it from its sheath, Angelos right hand gripping the hilt and drawing the rest of the blade from its sheath, the outline once upon said sheath suddenly vanishing, being sucked back into the blade, giving the blades 'film' the appearance of a 'small' wavy transparent-
20:51:31 Angelo -bulge of sorts, Angelo swiping the blade off to his right side before nodding, blinking his eye shut. Nothing great or grand like Jairous, but it would do, in a little bit at least, Angelos eyes opening, looking directly at Jairou, heart pumping, things continuing to grow, spread, and create themselves further. Time was time, and to Jairous question Angelo simply would nod, extending his sword arm forward, pointing the tip of it towards Jairou and just waiting, a contemplating frown on his face, left hand staying stationary on the belt. Twas on! {Lightning!: Waiting to be used & Seed: 2 Turns.}

21:10:48 [XetaJai] Eakatta off the leash. The sword's spinning twisted and the ball of metal rolled out of the hole and began to follow the wall away from Angelo. The entire turn it would start it's track motion, the knife hand spike off his gauntlet launching out to meet with it and give this strange metal which cooled a tarnished blotching. Death metal, black mithril with it's dark counterpart unalloyed by adamantine. It rolled along sprouting blades in rows, and Jairou launched forward reconstituting the red blood axe. Around it he projected his Xi energy as his blood was ignited. Psychically adding to the need for heat-death. His weapon would smash through energy based things and erupt it into both their faces, if he had to. This may not be the case, as he charges forward enveloping himself into the synced Trance state fully. Breaking the sixty mile per hour marker the Xeta skids and tears into the ground, trying to take Angelo out at the ankles with the Axe hovered at his hip level to protect Jai. Right hand how he slowed
21:14:26 [XetaJai] himself before crashing into the wall, it's xetaken edge blade tearing along the ground as well but in the same range as the kick. A slaggy molten trail where the edge generated so much friction, palm pushing up as he casts down a reversed-gravity blast into the ground at short range. This should knock them both upwards, but he hoped to catch the soldier backwards to test his mettle on metal. Jairou would ascend physically if no problems occurred, ever curious what that sheathing was. Ectoplasm, or perhaps a psychic force field? The blast wound certainly see how anti-magnetic it was, but his red-axe was ready to clash with it all the same.

21:28:34 Angelo {Action Arena volume 1.} Quick described the Xeta, but Angelo acted to make this still so, only different. The second the Xeta started to move from point A towards streamlining B, Angelo enacted Earth Bending like actions, first being a quick turn of his right foot forward, to have the outer side of said foot face Jair, were as this was done, a cinderblock of stone, sand, and Earth would suddenly shiver and sprout up from the ground, seeking to Hopefully (though from what Angelo could see, not likely) use Jairous speed against him and send him just crashing into the six foot wide five foot tall jutting earth based rectangle, though Angelo wouldnt be surprised if he did just bash through, which is why, as Jairou Rhinoed through everything in his path (and made a neat metallic hot as hell silver line behind him while doing so), Angelo moved off to his own left, to get out of the way, finding such force at such close quarters was...sorta shockwave like, and sending him in a three sixty spin of sorts-
21:28:41 Angelo -ankles turning together and almost causing the Confederate to fall, but he didnt, holding himself up in an awkward cross legged sort of bent knee positions, which hurt quite a bit and caused him to grit his teeth and shake his head, content with letting the area behind him to suddenly 'sprout' to life, the ground and Arena wall suddenly sprouting to life and extending towards Jairous frame from the front and sides (wall frown, Earth/ground sides and partially front) while Anelo scrambled to stand upright, single red eye suddenly taking a shade of Orange as he heaved breathes in and out. A Raving Lunatic was good, but for once Angleo wanted to be careful, Jai was doing stuff he had NEVER seen before, and being a giggling fucknugget would not help with his endeavors. {Lightning!: Waiting to be used & Seed:1 Turn & Calm madman: 2 turns}

21:40:48 [XetaJai] Breakneck speeds lead his augmented heel to feel the weight of his zodiac the Ox of Earth. Even as that element was turned against him, he still favored the speed of Mercury. Bruce Lee as he knew him to be, taking the path of least resistance in the form of hurling his axe ahead on a tethered cord of flesh? which proved to hold true to it's ability. As it tore through rock and sand it smelted silica and carbon to erupt in an equal sort of combustion. It destroyed anything it could, smashing it to smaller bits. It could get technical but it always sought a stalemate, uncaring if it sent anti-particles making normal matter blow up unevenly. It could break as well for all he cared, as his alternative heel snapped out. It was likely the left, spiraling out as Jairou used the ki-blast to push off and transition in the explosive results on his hands. Placing them on and through as much stone as he could to brace superhuman wrists. Each twisting kick spiraled out, aiming to nail the flat of a blade or knee, elbow or
21:45:03 [XetaJai] jaw in his path. The guided death sphere rolling steadily, chugging along like a train on it's track in the back ground before the Xeta would attempt to hand spring away and lean into the wall to crouch and break what remained of a piece of it to launch himself forward. Or would it be to the side? This point we'd have to wait, and be sure he wasn't halted either. Form flexing all the same, his flesh gripping his full capacity for strength which appeared to rival his speed. Controlling his biology to a fine art. Exhaling heavily causes the debris to suppress, so long as it doesn't whip up in the face of further assault savants. (Stage 3 XETA, Heavy Metal?)

22:04:27 Angelo {Rock storm.} Yeah, this guy was Getting stronger by the second, or so Angelo thought. Untangling his legs, the Confederate bolted forward, find himself almost falling a few times on account of the Xetas leg actions sending stone projectiles his way, Angelo almost getting sprawled a few times, finding his sight getting obstructed for a time, Jairou getting a trump card as it was hard for Angelo to keep his one eyed sight on him , what with his constant movement, but when he found himself at a safer point, twenty feet to the side from his original standing point, the Confederate shook his head, turned said head to eye his opponents current location, teeth gritt, lips suddenly sealing shut into a firm frown. "...Fuck it." The words were grunt as Angelo rose his sword up to his chest (the mentioned outline having expanded a foot or two out from were it was once gathering) then above his head, then down. What came out could only be described as lackluster. Imagine a six foot tall thin as heck-
22:04:41 Angelo -transparent machete shaped enigma flew out at you, thats what ALL that preparation was for, and it wasnt even Fast either! It just soared at Jairou at even paced speed, the flat top pointing up towards the air while the bottom pointed towards the bottom. This was it? A long...Oversized airy machete piece of crap that wasnt even fast? Well, if Jairou had a lowly opinion of Angelo at the moment, such a thing had reason to only become lower just from appearances alone...Hint hin...That said two things formed in Angelos mind, most notably his right 'Lightning' bearing hand, which firmly gripped his sword and the unseen but planted seed. Both were ready, but both could be different...And Angelo chose the different route. Power for possible power, least Angleo stop keeping pace with Jai, somewhat orange eyes becoming alighter shade of Orange and quicker pacing started to change Angelo at a better rate. {Lightning!:Transitioning to possible Acre & Seed: 0 turns & Calm madman: 1 turn}

19:02:04 XetaJai would note his foe certainly set and kept a good pace, the XETA could keep up with this for a while now as he comfortably drained his hat tricks and found his bio-rhythm going strong. Braced to spring as planned he tests this strange attack. It is like nothing he has ever seen before, and his telekinesis kicks a stone for this 'plasmic slice. Hands fill with dual, but gleaming energy in wait as he sizes up angles to draw in close a bit. Left hand streaming off in a green mana and his right locks golden spirit with blue soul fires between fingers. Trailing off, awaiting to unleash those forming lancers of his. Ultra in the green based off Ultima, and dual cast the alternative. Dual elements, basic but reinforced ki / prana, and intense fire of the soul drawn in for spiritual strengths. The potential behind his actions are simply, readied for war and testing that odd technique to see what it's properties are since he cannot identify it through his hyper-spectral senses. Evaluating with the GRIMOIRE all the
19:06:58 [XetaJai] while that death ball spike-rolls closer and closer. His sword stirs sensing the might behind what Angelo wields and uses. Wanting to 'get personal' with weapons of power. It's motion building, increasing the perhaps deadly effects of the sphere... or going to deaden and destroy it all to return to Jai's hand after a rather wasted effort of chasing around the ring. Not sure yet, there are many options open... hand to play a variety of styles. Has to see how the River runs, this could quickly go down hill if that slow crawling essence is a true horror to avoid and be wary of implying more than simply motion of a rock. Off the wafting energy his bio-armor mesh fluxes. Healing from the harm, growing resistant to his own abrasive and hermit-martyr ways. It takes a lot more effort to hold back his castings, as a psychokineticist he could unload energy a little too easily. Didn't want to burn out the vessel, or blow out the mind... Eakatta however has an ingenius test to make sure nothing is truly wasted. Something
19:08:43 [XetaJai] that sends a noticeable arc dashing into the sky once or thrice. From an outside view, this would even mean the spike was rolling up on Jairou even faster with reckless intent? Still more to question was the eyes, though he would always back engineer off attacks to figure out the attacker and their full tactical plan. Now it was unfolding, the meat and gravy.

19:20:45 Angelo {Tricks are sometimes not for kids.} Nothing, the Xeta did nothing and believe it or not this Worried Angelo. Those that saw an attack and did nothing usually had something up their sleeves or were recovering, and honestly, Angelo was hoping the Xeta would lash out, maybe even avoid, but that wasnt the case. Head turning to eye the moving sword then look back at Jai, the Confederate would act, exhaling air from his mouth and somewhat clutching his left hand. As for the machete shaped thingie? Well, at the clutch of Angelos hand, its jig was SLIGHTLY up, its speed suddenly increasing nearly by three, while at the same time, taking one from the formerly used guard rail and rotating quickly as if a helicoptered blade, wind picking up in its wake. sand particles quickly being swooped in at its sudden burst of speed and movement, the thing apparently attempting to just full on crash into Jairous while Angelo looked at him, the moving sword (basing its location off of the assumed LOUD noises it was-
19:20:54 Angelo -possibly making) then back at him, sight partially Crucial for what he had in mind, Acre still being formed within the confines of his arm (The intent once meant for the Lightning! Changing, moving up the bones of his skeleton to make his intent known in the future), and the seed, well, not time yet. A debate between offense and defense for THAT particular thing started in his mind, all the while Angelos singular red eye finally reached that yellow color, a small change, though Angelo seemed to grow pale and at that moment, twitch and grit his teath just a bit more. Was worth it, wasnt as painful, and whatever focus Angelo had upon the area, both physically and mentally increased at that moment, waiting for use. {Lightning!: 4 turns to Acre transition & Seed: -1 turns & Raving Madman: Current state of mind and body)

19:39:25 [XetaJai] Injecting yourself with metabolic stimulants was never a bright idea for children to contribute. It was all left to Jai, feeling his pulse rage and snap in reaction. Synapses fired, and he leaps away from the concussive-sort of wave that ripples across the air between them. Hopefully it is in fact slow and not perpetually building momentum, he aims to use both lances for Angelo himself. Right hand pitched the twin spiraling yellow-blue attack of spiritual energy right for the lower body core of the Federalist. Aura propelling him further, the energy venting from his Nageki claw surges out to enhance his attack as one ultra-lancer becomes six spanning out in an arc of potential high-energy blast hits. If he must the XETA will sacrifice the main one, sending five lancers that combined would equal the true green lance's strength but he might send it to intercept the mysterious psychic wave his way. There's no reason he should take a direct hit if it's within his ability to dive and kick off to cut the gap. His
19:45:01 [XetaJai] observations will tell him if it veers as a tracer would. Always a concern but rarely a reality. If the wad of kinesis had no limit, it's surely going to strike the death-sphere and that's going to be a show and a half. Several helicopters' worth of metal would begin to fly, though what the sword has done is meta-create it full of mercury and enriched it by building off momentum. The exact purpose will be astounding, well worth the brutality Jairou took by being almost benched by half of the front row in this arena. His joints suffered indubitably... all the while his breathing kept at gasps per second to fuel his acidic body of his. Figuring the helix shot has a good chance of putting him on the true defensive. Offensive-defense was always the best policy, xenomancer studying his opponent to little avail. Too alien, to determine exact potentials and formulas. Smirking all the while, his flesh drawing itself back over the exposed teeth at an alarming rate to most. "Manipura?" He must question, as the eye
19:45:44 [XetaJai] glows in chakra ascendance. Other formula as well, but ROYGBIV was universal.. and he saw a pattern unfolding for the stark-raver.(e)

20:25:39 Angelo {Possible trade for trade.} Oh it was both, quick and slow, which would be shown at that moment. Jairou moved from it, that much was a given, but the moment he did, Angelo waited a second, then willing it, with a small flick of his pinky finger to suddenly stop, the thing standing in mid air (and spitting the dust and sand beneath it with the force of the sudden stop) side first, the non 'machete' side facing away from Jairou, while the back end faced him (and I assume his backside) as he flew forward to confront Angelo/close the distance, waiting another second before suddenly acting, sprouting arm sized (in terms of width) even tipped tendrils of sorts, five of them for the top and bottom of the 'Machete', wiggling for a second to grow taller, then quite suddenly darting tip first toward Jairou as his own intent was met. This was all good and dandy, it was pretty clear what the simple intent of said tendrils were, but for Angelo, while willing his 'attack', he found himself assailed. No bueno-
20:25:49 Angelo -but he had been watching Jairou and off handed his sword so he saw a bit of it coming. "Shit." It was still bad though, still quick. The Confederate (NOT federalist, ya arse) veered and darted off to his right side, steps somewhat lighter footed and quicker then before, but just barely enough to dodge, for the moment, feeling the high energy blasts behind him, one two three, sorta safe, four and five, the fourth was close and he could feel the heat of it, but still safe, the fifth was close by, close enough to actually make whatever force it releases (if it does, my apologies in assuming it doesnt) actually taking Angelos feet a few inches off the ground, making him stumble and keep moving while the last one didnt get it, but its impact area did. "Ack!" Which sent Angelo flying and feeling the singe of it as its explosive range his hit back, burnt part of his upper clothes (but not his back, to keep him decent) and sent him flying and skittering forward on the ground, face being cut up and bruised -
20:26:16 Angelo -as a result, while the blades were seen and heard, but Angelo was blind at the moment, teeth clenching together as he squirmed, groaned, hoped his machete tendrils were doing what they had to, reaching Jairou and taking it from there while he laid face first on the ground, bloody face siting up and turning back to eye the Xeta while everything else was still in an unorganized but set motion. Meek looking, but even in different states, things could hit. {Acre: Forming & Seed: -2 & Madman: In use...}

20:50:30 [XetaJai] Muy malo, Jairou didn't take well to inhibitions to his freedom. Lancers as a salvo were unleashed, and he dodged the first which was the least reactive. By the fifth deep it would be blowing out a fair width into the land, making it a painful but efficient escape for Angelo as debris flew in every direction from every direction before long. Veering to the realization of the tendrils, the XETA's last ditch efforts cause a slight explosion in his direct vicinity to establish a bit of a force field. This machete-glob had reacted in reverse and now it bound for him, looking perhaps like one of those oddities from Beetlejuice. Jairou locked in psychic contest to hold his limited range, using a mix of reflection, anti-gravity and force-shielding with nothing left to do and his main freedoms to lose. There wasn't much else that could be done, but hold his ground and hope the latent force of his sword could change this particular tide. This all was draining, tiresome even moreso as his sword siphoned power to fuel
20:55:05 [XetaJai] itself. Compression hurt and stacked distraction, but piezo electrics were also his friend. Every effort he made unified in purpose, though the symbiont was going to quickly adapt to this oncoming threat. It was only in it's nature, though this didn't amount to much if anything. The giant ball erupts and his sword emerges from it, flickering and hovering higher up. Trying to evaluate the situation, it remains as a focal point for it's own actions. Continuing the motiff of summoning sword, Eakatta converts that mercurial orb into something else entirely. It begins to shape and take form, a scorpion by design. Emerging steadily as a silver, astral mercury monster.. the black death-metal over lays and forms the crab half to his Lunar Cancer. For now it simply lands and shrieks, green after glow ranges it's features. This odd tailed and four-clawed creation was an Eidolon summoned by the Fayth. This resonance harkens in the background heavily, a toxic creature which begins to lose stability as it gains motion.(c)
20:57:48 [XetaJai] Currently there is none, so it looks awfully solid for being liquid metal. Jai struggles otherwise, almost unaware of the Zodiac summoned that may run him over if this ectoplasmic weapon won't burn off or break! His emotions rising, the Madman could see psychosis building under duress for an edge. That dire, wanton, and craven need for liberty he held dear.

21:13:19 Angelo {Acting} Mayhaps it would be payback, mayhaps not, but the second the tendrils of the 'machete' connected with the Xetas body and spun about him, the suddenly seemed to thicken, growing outward while theor primary source, the hatchet itself, shrunk but quickly flew towards the back/front end of the Xeta it could reach, attempting to be nothing more then a simple bucket covered top when it reached said spot, the rest of then ten tendrils, if said top made it to Jairou extending outward further, becoming this monstrosities that sought to basically cover the Xeta once all was said and done, and quite handidly, once the top Possibly connected with Jairous general, explode in what one could consider nothing short of the purest kinetic force. IT'd break the wind once doing so, creating its own wind of sorts as it did so, the force released, something akin to rather large sized card slamming into something/one at over sixty miles per hour, Ten times, and (if the full intent of expanding outward was-
21:13:24 Angelo -was realized) on each and every inch of Jairous body. A simple but bone crushing, body modifying attack, but Angelo wasnt giving his hopes up, simply trying to rise from the former attack on his back and find a wobbly stance onto his feet, spitting a wad of black blood infused saliva and finding himself dizzy and stumbling a bit if all came to fruit, but still in it, still gripping his blade and turning everything he already had down confusing lanes, but they were quite set in, so they could still move and form regardless of confusion. {Acre: 2 Turns to form & Seed: -3 (Madman constantly in affect until stated.)}

16:15:39 [XetaJai] Tight spot. Constant pressure, his psychic field of force pushed back as this potent hierro-like aura reflexes it's strength. Trying to test the elasticity of that machete with it's growths. Pseudopods that grasp and cling at all angles before becoming a purest hammer of the sort. A kind of attack he's faced more than once, and never liked the prospect of. His options were low enough, but the trump card raged into play for him hopefully. Fighting this substance with everything he had, quite literally. A Reflect aura kept up a hopeful defense as his bodily radiation was churned. Transmuting into anti- potential, though as sloppy as his technique may be it could be a better fail safe than other options of his. If he tore more than one rift into the 'plasm, he could certainly buy some time and perhaps make the slip to escape. Wrapped up in more ways than one, this was all he could do at the time. Physically projecting his inner energies to counter act and fight off such a method, with every idea that came to (c)
16:21:47 [XetaJai] mind. Rapidly enough, the formed cancer-scorpio began to solidify and settled in. legs were tested, and all good, sixteen legs flexed and tested themselves before this astral-mercury creation.. perhaps it was a summons of a sort? Certainly too real to fool with, disbelief in it wouldn't last long as it tore forward in a terrible charge. Claw lashing out on it's left side to literally smack Jairou and the machete-extension of the sword. This may help break it, or help break the XETA caught within it, but regardless gave his sword's conjuration a clear shot. Even as debris rocks those winds, it strikes down with a stinger from on high. It seems to move slowly, but then barrels ahead in time as it strikes. A deadly thing of poison, at least harm of a considerable amount where it's quintessential poison causes the healing factor to slow.. thus increasing whatever harm has and will be done in the future. It's off hand claw unacting, knowing shit is fitting a fan of a large scale and it may only have this claw.(e)

16:37:33 Angelo {Scorpio vs Leo.} It would be safe to say, with Jairou and his scrambling to deal with Angelos 'machete' that Angelo would have enough time to slowly rise form his faceplant, head shaken, knees wobbly, hold on sword loosening then tightening again as Angelo just shook his head, little quips of oily looking black blood sliding down his face, luckily none near his one good eye and his frowned looking at the Xeta and his actions. Hit, but moving and trying to avoid and...A scorpion? A fucking Scorpion? Angelo blinked. Were in all of gods creation did THAT come from?! He shook his head, stood upright, flinched at the pain that was now trolling him and laughing all over his back, but he stood none the less, looking left, right, partially behind him, then back in front of him towards were Jai was. Of course, this was visually to see if Jai was literally cooking something up aside from that nasty scorpion, noting it in his head and nodding, using the mentioned focus his current paled skin yellow eyed-
16:37:40 Angelo -state state of mind granted and pulling a rather sudden trick his grandfather at times utilized (when he got off his lazy ass and used powers outside of his guns and knives and footwork), the ground beneath Angelo suddenly displacing, cracking, along with a few sections behind him doing the same thing, then a few become some, and then some became a c dozen and then, well, about sixteen or so spots on the Arena floor shifted, disc like with certain edged then sprouted up, giving the odd shape of a diamond shape, said diamond shape having its top completely flat while the bottom was the most pronounced in terms of diamond, the flat circular surface having something akin to blunt saw edges (not sharpened of course, Angelo didnt want to slay the Xeta, of course), with each of the sixteen five foot wide three foot tall stone, Earth, and whatever other elements the arena floor was made of slowly rotating in circles, quickly picking up speed, aside from the one Angelo stood upon, which just rose into the air-
16:37:59 Angelo -a floating mendable platform if you will while Angelo politely (cringing in pain as he did) set his feet stationary, hand squeezing the hilt of his sword, singular yellow eye on Jairou as his almost intimate familiarity with the Arena displayed itself with the oddest of shapes, said shaped flying forward with an upnod of his head, evenly heading towards Jai in five (since there are fifteen, outside of the platform Angelo was standing on) groups of three in a distant triangle formation. Everything else? Charge 'em up, pitcher! {Acre: 1 turn to form & Seed: -3}

16:53:46 [XetaJai] Crabby-scorpion. Does that make it a space lobster? This monster won't tell, it just charges. Obviously not in control by the Xeta who himself is struggling. Apparently influencing it's general rhythm but it's relentless claps. Being struck from multiple angles, and reforming as his elbow blades gouge through. Fingers do work something, a symbol to scribe in what space his aura grants him and the machete expanding to slam down again. A rifting locator, just to be sure it will even work. If this won't allow himself to pass in his Ghosting form, then it won't pass through the sigil made in akashic. Force of ether, the energy pushed out and Jairou would surely soak back it's resonance as the bombardment came and possibly broke. Either way this create has smacked him aside, a chance remains for this to fuck-up the spell and send him barreling into the wall's remains regardless. Angelo's saws more likely to cut into this thing as it rages for his diamond. Each could take a limb, or three, perhaps sections of body
16:58:10 [XetaJai] as the tail should be aimed for for-sure. Such a mercurial weight in motion would be smashing and splashing out wastefully after half of them with accuracy could cut it down to a falter.. but haphazard glazes may leave it half-upright and steamrolling into what fate awaits it. Nasty looking ooze, this mercury-astrality mix. Sentience to pass, his sword would spin up again to help it focus on the aftermath. May need to save the wielder, or finish the job if he's to be buried a second time in masses of stoney earth. Compact into the wall, those stone-discs could easily collapse and crash through after him but what of the machete? It showed the force before to crush rock just as thick with a single flux. Undoubtedly why Jai suffered through his enhanced scales and began to eject blood from broken bones and the like giving his aura the substance it needs to exist. Life and death forces colliding, pushing him to capacity for his Trance state. Ghosting may be the best option, so long as this isn't ectoplasm/worse.

17:21:01 Angelo {Acre.} And it was quite a battle, Diamond bottomed Saws vs Mercury induced Scorpion, Angelo flinched each time as he watched said saws plow into it, try to cut it into pieces, but the thing, like most Scorpions was sturdy, and Angelo found himself backtracking while floating in the air to possibly avoid the thing, the remnants of the saws that had clipped it turning back, trying to continue to ground its advance and helping frame while Angelos one eye darted from said scorpion to the Xetas location, squinting, inhaling a breath of air then exhaling. Now was better then never. Angelos sword bearing arm seemed to lightly bulge at that moment, his hand seemed to twitch aimlessly and his nails took on an odd sort of glowing light yellow gold color, Angelo slowly getting use to what he was just about to utilize, given it had been a LONG time since he had used such a thing by itself or in general, the odd glow in his nails suddenly spreading in an odd sort of way, through his bones, each heartbeat-
17:21:08 Angelo -emphasizing this as the glow on his nails and right arms bones got brighter and brighter until it just completely sprouted, wave like as seemingly through every pour and inch of Angelos arm the yellow glow manifested itself, only in a much more violent sort of fashion, becoming erratic,zig zaggy as more and more of it formed from Angelos arm and eventually above it and both somewhat behind and in front of it as it physically began to take shape, that of a dragon of sorts, from European decent or something of the like, not details of course, just the outlines and specifics to give it such a look, but it was still growing, inch by inch, second by second and when the action was done (with Angelo breathing restlessly and almost on one knee), the lightning dragon, Acre would be spawned, Eight and a half feet tall, spanning nearly seven feet out (mostly because of its back sprouted wings, not its body entirely) and letting its roar, a thing that sounded like constant Loud electrical outputs crackling and-
17:21:13 Angelo -popping before Angelo, obviously pained from this transitioned attack, reared back his right sword arm and thrust it forward, Acre snarling, rearing back snake like then bursting forward, sending Angelo on his back and almost off the platform (had he not moved it to accommodate for this), said dragon flying on level with Jairou as it flew, occasionally letting lose an electrical bolt on the ground and searing it with enough head to turn the sand into glass. Direct? Yes. Violent? Yes. Intentions possibly met? If they were met, and Jairou was found, he'd find the dragon first off, most likely just bursting through the scorpion (or completely fucking it up, if anything else), then heading towards him were it would seek to just bash into him and erupt upon his flame with various amounts of constantly changing electrical voltage and bolts, said bolts intending to plaster onto his body by hundreds (three hundred sixty six to be exact) and run along his body for two and a half seconds each, intending to seer an
17:21:43 Angelo -and burst skin, contort and make muscles akin to heated rubber (but not destroy them of course) and just overall do that over and over again until one could hardly stand. Intent was intent though, and Angelo knew such things could fail so...some possibly hidden backups were within the attack, Angelo watching as all this went down, cringing, sweating up a storm and flinching at his now pulsing painfully tanned and crispy right arm. Still usable just...The dragons were a bitch to use and always hurt when used, but if they hit? Worth the pain. Some of the diamond flat tops survived this assault, about five of them, each floating back and rotating around the sitting Angelo as he simple watched as stated, twitchy and in pain but focused on all he could see and had already formed. {Acre: In use & Seed: -4}

17:48:44 [XetaJai] Fire and electricity weren't well studied elements together. Often one and the other could be as-one, and other times it was clear how different thunder was from the blazes it ignited. A summoned dragon was a fiercesome thing, his brother Fai utilized one and one so hungry it ate Saiyan-kind. Lunar-Scorpio was cut down by all of those discs, it's double thick carapace was eaten into and all four of it's claws blown apart by the bolt-summon. A storm risen to new heights, toxic vapors choked the winds thrown off by the stream of destruction. Plowing into the space where the XETA broke free hopefully from the trap, and wasn't completely stalled during it's encroach.. before the beam-like thing hit the walls were already peeling back flights of stairs. Eakatta was drawn in with an intense union, Jairou knew he couldn't hold out if he kept himself entranced on all this. The weapon let loose, pulling in some of the remaining astral-mercury and channeled it in with spiritual fire. Causal body broke free for this (c)
17:48:59 [XetaJai] xeno-man as his quick-lightning blade roared at a fast pace in a discus style. Attempting to slice up through the dragon to cause it a great deal of harm by a weapon to rival magnitude against precision. There was no real 'stopping' this thing, his only chance was to rule his dual-elementality to an exteme. This light weight and compelled wepaon should be able to pass by the destructive wave as it crashed through his lunar summon and boiled away it's strength. Sword going full throttle to slam into Jai's hand and increase his efficiency of skill. Ready for the typhonic force, as ready as he was ever going to be. Expending life-force to fuel his own summon in the making, a new one, set in the back of his mind and at the impulse of what remained of his symbiont. Breath deeply now. That flaring beast reminded him of when Armen summoned Bahamut, but such a force could be met equally by man.
17:49:25 [XetaJai] Astraea's sigil on his chest glows with electric blue and solar yellow then and all to do an unorthodox thing. Abuse had been met but it was time to square off, the bull Sagittarius slams his blade in it's Spiritual state against the maw of this sun gold destroyer with hands up at a spread to brace it for impact. Raw fire wings tore out from his back, and Jairou continued to channel as he would force Angelo to contest his contingients. Electricity was his favorite, even if his foe used it masterfully as well... each over-blowing impulse would have to crash into his reflective aura focused on this moment. Piezo electrics would work to his advantage, a four-layer deep aura of intervals could catch and rebound much of the power back to increase his shields as they collapse. Pulling just as much possibly in to super charge his biology. Turning electric into other basic elements to heal his body, and infuse his gauntlet further. Dual cast worthy, he was going to tough this out as much as he could.. and perhaps pit
17:49:30 [XetaJai] the Dragon against the Phoenix! A true test, of recovering fitness and unrelenting motion. A dramatic contrast and contest, would it be brought to a stand still or does a conflagration leave both men on their backs and using war-arm as cane? (e)

18:02:48 Angelo {Frack..} Angelo saw the first thing and twitched, frowning comically as he sat on his ass and just Looked at what happened. "OH shit! Back back back..." Normally he didnt voice his intentions, but with what the Xeta just did, well, he did NOT want to be caught up in his own attack. How so? Well, given the Dragons robust wild and unrelenting nature, it really wouldnt see or give two shits about the sword slicing it, and thus, thats what the sword did, promptly slice the dragons electrical head off and stop it in its tracks. Downside? Well, the attack itself was supposed ot be condensed and concentrated, only looking wilde because even when you control it, electricity is a bitch (especially if it comes from yer body) to contain out in the open and the dragon, despite being violent was a lose fitting containing for electricity, so imagine what happens when a part of said container was just cut off suddenly stopping it in its track. Gonna fade out? Fuck no, instead of just trying to bash into and-
18:02:52 Angelo -unleash itself, it'd stop for a moment were it was cut, pause further then damn well errupt in ALL locations with the amounts of electrical currents and bolts mentioned in the post prior. Find and dandy, it was still and attack (though, not epically clashing with a phoenix as Jai wanted), but instead of aimed attack it was wild! "Back back back! Shit!" And could hit ANYTHING, Angelos opponent, friends and Angelo himself, which is why in a slight humerus panic, he was trying to get the fuck out of range! Of course he didnt, but the remaining flat headed diamonds formed a moving makeshift field about him as a section of the electrical explosion headed towards him, blocking this and that as they came doing a good job, but not a perfect one. "Ack! Shit!" As evident by three of the bolts mentioned in prior post running past said shielding and attaching to each of his legs, causing Angelo to suddenly lurch onto his back and squirm ceaselessly as his own attack came back to literally bite him on the ass. It-
18:02:58 Angelo -was probably another opportune time for Jai to strike out, probably able to face the wild section of Angelos once intent attack at him, but one couldnt be sure...at least Angelo had one card in his hand, right?! {Acre: Dun gone wild! & Seed: -5}

18:17:05 [XetaJai] Aces wild, it was a painful endeavor for the other who respects the spirit-animal greatly. Even if one was immune to the effect of lightning itself that shockwave bowed like no other element. It's flux and flex to snap, crackling across the air hard enough to hit back it's wielder caused all of it's guts to compile and blast/blow back on Jai the XETA. It sent him flying, well away from the raised diamond and even the exterior of one arena's walls. Into an empty arena, so far as he knew, before recoiling off the far wall with a resounding thud to echo after the bolt's hit. Ground quakes, splitting it further and forcing any focus out of the question. Enhanced as he felt, that took the steam out of his engines even with them being super charged. What he could retain was let loose as planned, enough shared weight to resolve their heavy complications.
18:17:16 [XetaJai] Blood, sinew, bone bits scattered. His own regeneration could handle it but the time came for sword play. Round two would be a bit fresher than all of this bedlam, a blood red phoenix rose from ashes and debris wake. It soars upwards and billows out neon yet ethereal flames. They heal more than anything, but this also alludes to a fierce proposition taken up by Jairou. When pushing to his feet out of the throne of down-fall, rocks and cumbersome char he lifts up the sword bearing a similar fire. His face peels back from the non-lethal frying and shows it likely did more lethal damage worth doing, hedged off by the ability to enjoy that element.
18:17:19 [XetaJai] Back to the start, he'd have two arena floor's worth to charge before they could even retaliate for this exchange. He assumes something of it by the time that archway of crumbling stone is passed, all the while his muscles spasm from over-load and wounds heal in rejuvinating fire that grants a harmonic melody. All that damage burning back to form his wings, a stark blue against crimson. Perhaps the only way his legs would carry him, though the sword promised now to play nice. Heal as it cut, repair as it planned slaughter.

18:53:09 Angelo {A God Damn Phoenix?!} Angelo had managed to stave his attack, but the fifteen seconds of hell his own attack did to his legs, squirming and twitching on the flat headed diamond platform, breathing in and out, in and eventually,while flinching all the time sat up, said action feeling like an eternity until he eventually did it, shaking his head, eying the two remaining flat head diamond shapes (the other three were just...turned to shards of glass) then forward. "...What the fuck is THAT?" He squinted, twitched as he saw Jai...Well, he didnt know what the fuck it was! It was red, bird shaped and just looked nasty while at the same time somewhat pretty to. Head tilted, Angelo raised a hand, scratched the side of his head then shook it. "This guy is...Good." But how to deal? Sure there was something? And quite fruitfully there was. The only current Joker card he had. Rubbing his chin, the Confederate flinched, slowly shifted his legs to sit in a cross legged Indian style, looking intently at Jai-
18:53:16 Angelo -before sighing. "...One of the few things I can pull at the moment." He muttered the words, just as the ground beneath him seemed to quake, contemplating it as said quake got rougher and more pronounced, then nodded, setting the palms of his hands on each of his knees, sitting on one of three remaining platforms and just looking ahead at Jai. "...Seed." And with that, the Earth below him just broke. What was seed, exactly? Well, way back when the fight started, Angelo tapped the heal of his foot on the ground three times, forcing a quickly made, highly condensed psionic oval shield that once planted, Angelo, while performing and charging other acts, constantly willed to make, contain, disperse, and make more kinetic force. The more that formed, the bigger the oval got, expanding ever so discretely in the ground until the only thing that was oval about it was its top, the former bulbous round body literally flattening out to contain the constantly dispersed/forming force, said force doing as stated, only-
18:53:30 Angelo -increasing as seconds and minutes and (if it really came to that) hours passed until finally, like right hear Angelo willed it to act. How so? Well, from the top of its flat surface, various points of it began to expand, said expanding point being much like its starting shape, oval, only growing and becoming something akin to what one of sleeping Ryleahs mouth looked like, only instead of staying a specific height, it continued to grow and grow until eventually, it got close to the surface of the ground beneath it, caused that rumbling and burst through the ground with vicious amounts of force, a tendril like object, nearly twenty feet tall and eleven feet wide, about ten of the monstrous things sprouting from the ground, transparent, bubble like, though inside one could see the constant conflict of forming and dispersing kinetic force within it, said action looking almost airy but I digress, intent must be carried out! At one point Angelo tilted his head, the tendrils stopping for a brief second-
18:53:40 Angelo -before lunging forward, nearly at the same time, bolting into the air, some quicker then the others, some slower, intent being to basically stay not to far off from each other, and quite handidly bomb right into Jai and his general vicinity. Remember the machete? Create over fifty of those and thats what you get here, a load of five or so bomb crates set off at one at six points at the same time and...Yeah, this was one of his big ones, one of the attacks which was considered a staple point in his arsenal. Whether the full effects of such attacks hit or not (anything can happen), one could see Angleo would be feeling the backlash of such an attack. All about his body, his muscles literally contorted, giving him the appearance of a concentration camp victim or something, breaths unusually low and...Well, outright, it was Easier to make the attack, rather to control it or set it off. The concentrated needed literally took its toll on all of Angels body and...Well, for minutes after, if one was to get-
18:53:46 Angelo -through, they would find him frail and very open to attacks. Enough concentration was kept to keep him afloat, but even that was putting strain on his mind as evident by the small and medium sized veins popping up and down upon his head. Brutal on all ends, yo. {Seed: In use...}

19:26:16 [XetaJai] -Now that's a psionicist!- Far different from the 'Seed' Jai knew to be planted on other planes, this titanic ensemble turned into an abyssal assembly-line of horror as the ascending human clutches his ray-skin sword tighter. The current of healing-flames contort and twist to a bluer hue, to match the wings which pound downwards and send him skyrocketing in an arch to aspire over that spire of remaining stones that would deifnitely continue to collapse now at alarming rates. His eyes studying the symbology as best he could, left hand already acting to scribe out the kanji he knew well. Slashes moving fast, he could react in decimals of seconds and it showed. Panting heavily, it seemed a wise move to heal them both for all the backlashing to fuel their effects, as well as a bit of a distraction as the tendrils rose once the living fires extinguished itself back to the manas.
19:26:31 [XetaJai] Spitting out still caustic blood, the XETA begins to flick his wrist to unleash the sword's technique for a similar curvature of symbols. Akasa, fire, invoked together as he shouts out the phrase which echoes over in his aura in other languages. Sanskrit, Hebrew, Graeco, Iberian, Atlantean, Enochian brings out the essence of his chakra. The system bursting as a near Seraphic-Sephira opens. Pulling visibly the golden streams from his solar plexus, health burns away as the iron seems to burn in alchemy to a canary fire. Merging into the wings which cast off their own addition into the trailn- A layered glyph set. Seeming to draw off the harmony of his forces, ethereal fires glow indigo and physical creation churns silvery metal with the ringing of his voices. Weaving a trail of slashes that turn into something far more, this Ascendant goes all out, unable to embrace the Hyper state. Somatic Slicers, he called them, manifested chakram out of the chakra he used which formed at first as spheres taking on the hiero
19:26:47 [XetaJai] hieroglyphs. They spun rapidly to enhance the sonic pitches, alive in the fire which forms them into a disc within a disc, a triangle cut into it to define the true-sigil. There were dozens if not over a hundred of them, palm sized so pitiful alone in comparison to the wave of 'plasma' machetes. Each honed to a Xetaken's molecular edge screamed in the path however, a rip tide of reaving proportions as his Deva-soul calls out to crush the Cthonic darkness beneath him. Angelo should be fine as his body rises and contorts in horrifying style, even if these somehow cut through his untamed expression they would take even more minutes of swarming... and multiplying to get the job done. No, this could only be the first clashing of their waves of skill. The final stroke his sword can give at this time does seem to seperate the sea of silver, but holds in place true while Jai sets his left palm against the back of it.
19:26:54 [XetaJai] Sinking a pair of materia in the line it makes, aligning his hexagram for some purpose yet untold. Body aches and spasms, bared to resurging scales and strange black metal across unending sticky blood. All the while his hyper-active eyes run over the trails of torn shadow-coils and how quickly they amass again. He'd have to hover at this apex, and draw them in together to control the results of this titanomachia.

20:07:47 Angelo {Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu....} How to describe it? He couldnt. The hammers seemed to fall, but...He couldnt tell what happened exactly, couldnt feel... "Ack!" ...There it was. In his half painful half still sit, shrapnel lunged, hitting him square through the cheek and causing him to bleed. "Gahhh...Shit..." And he sprawled out on the platform, said platform shaking a bit, teetering upa nd dwon before shakily becoming stable again. It was somewhat a blessing as most of the other shrapnel flew over him (or pelted him harmlessly in general) or sunk into the flying disk. He muttered, cursed, opened his one eye close to the cheek cut and blinked. "...Time, damn it." Every muscle in his body was pulsing, every inch of him shivering and he could hardly keep his eyes opened or closed without feeling some sort of horrific physical tension, and the blood flow, just that on his cheek hurt. His muscles contorted, in and out again, hand moving in to cross over his chest as he just lay there on the platform, breathing-
20:07:56 Angelo -muttering, of what only one could guess, but...Yeah, a falcon kick would fuck him up right about now. {Backlash: 3 Turns & Israel: 6 turns}

20:30:16 [XetaJai] Chain-explosions, these hammers from Hades tear up the skyline. Braced for assault, his sword severs even the tidal wave of an explosion but there are many. Their angles percolate, bubbling over the cup of an arena for the incline of his descent. Sabre tears over his back in a downward roll, evading frontal direct damage even as his joints are dislocated and lower organs shunted as much as middle ribs compress to breaking. Titanium strong skin isn't good for the body within it, Jairou rides his sword's course of lightning billowing through the erratic destructions. Taking hits on all angles again, the area of effect ends on the ground where he hopes to make the crash landing. Better than being 'juggled' on concussive waves that wouldn't relent, this helps to dispense the eruption and focuses the damage he is destined to take. Find his ground to stand, and wait for the cascade of burning and half molten acid-blood of his. Wings apparently dispensed by the carnage, he does unleash an axe into his left hand made
20:34:27 [XetaJai] of the death metal and unusual flesh. Sword impaling the ground for support, he doubts this energy from this still-open? gate must not be worth soaking. Panting out, the addiction to combat vies to push him harder. Angelo seems gaunt, and decrepit from this encounter.. this conjuration that nearly ate the meta-human alive. Enraging in his spiritual state, the alignment to his body hungers. The urge to lay waste with an aerial kick was indeed on every impulse, but the Buddhist had to hold back. It was a friendly contest, even as his skin tore and flesh bulged from it in open sinew. Extending the left arm he'd offer fair mettle. The three plates burst open and from it, a strange ligament-webbing shot out in various lies to try and tether then drag Angelo closer. 'Get over here' without pain or attempt to maim, yet he could be opposed the entire time. Walking steadily to try and meet half way as if to concur it's been a good match. Sparks casting off of his steps indicate he is relying more on spirit power than
20:38:33 [XetaJai] anything left in his body. Unblinking eyes glow with the unreal edge he feels drawn towards. Smiling with the unrivaled vigor near death gives him as much as intensity of dare-devil living. It's almost a line he can't tell apart, they mean the same to him. "We trying for a hemorrhagic victory?" It's a crude joke, but not much more can be expected from a gut who's legs are forcing themselves back into place just to walk correctly. Blood begins to burn pure as aether, before fading back to sanguine caustic. "Such unusual creations.."

20:49:45 Angelo {Scorpion Again!} Angelo had small hopes, thinking perhaps Jai was pronounced with something or just trying to recuperate or...Pulling a god damn video game character move and dangling Angelo like the ragdoll he currently was, though if it was any consolation, slowly his breathis was showing his muscles were moving back into place. “...Competing and Sports, forgot who said it, but...Basically the same thing as War without the killing violence.” Plenty of violence, just not death, as quoted by George Orwel. The Confederate squirmed, flexed his sword bearing hand (which stubbornly held onto the sword, even in his current state) and tilted his head away from Jai, hacking up blade to the side. “...Hint, mister Jairou, a punch will probably knock me silly right now if you wanna win.” Fair sport? Why not. Earned after blowing the fuck out of him. {Backlash: 2 Turns & Israel: 6 turns}

(There was more, before and after but it wasnt pertaining to the fight)