Post by angelo on Oct 15, 2014 18:16:06 GMT -7
(I thought a lot of it beforehand and with Angelo I've decided to do Five more fights for 'fun' then sorta tone down on that stuff. Maybe do some on the side beforehand, but regardless, figured I'd post said five and go from there. Critique and comments and what have you are welcome.)
17:51:00 Gray_Hawk {Desert Mountain Type.} “Eb the rage and self loathing in his soul, guide the ones unsure of guiding himself, and bless the one unsure and riddled with guilt, bless the dead and grant the one who stands at the door of death, for though I walk through the valley of shadow and death, I humbly ask, beg, that you be with me, my sword, my shield, my armor, my body, my hearty, my mind, and my say, yah to vindication, amen.” Thus said Angelo. He had left a day and a half ago from Nexxian City for the journey on foot, sullen, yet neutral, garbed in garbs, armed with the mighty six shooter magnum on his left hip the bladeless hilt of the former saber Imperial on his left as well, and History, the oversized Colt .45 like pistol on his right, sitting atop a stone perch wihin a depth a hundred or so feet in the Horse torn mountains, eyes shut, hands folded on his lap as he waited, simply waited...and prepared. {Perceived Will: Activating}
18:09:56 -Vivi- was almost subtle at first, its rage causing it to retreat from the places it had set itself up[ like a great inhaling; and for a creature, a thing like Vivi that meant the world around went calm; it started outside the walls of the city; winds died down, birds on the walls fell silent, pools of water turned to quiet glass; it felt like peace on earth to many a citizen no doubt, and it felt wrong, like it was due to something being taken, consumed and scooped out of them by a raging thing; and indeed it was true, it was gathering itself to end that which had dared try to place itself as better than gods who had not been able to entrap it as Angelo had tried. The peace was momentary and frightening; the calm before a storm, ominous and only proven right seconds later. This second portion was far less subtle; one moment there was the dimming day; the next it was as though dawn had come; the sun rising from the city itself. The column of Holy energy rose into the sky from the sewers, obliterating the <C>
18:10:12 [-Vivi-] fountain it'd been focused under and a good portion of the square it'd been in. It hadn't been exactly center; a storefront was caught in the energy blast and ripped from its foundation. The sound hadn't even reached the closest person when the column ceased rising and blossomed outwards, splitting into writing tendrils of energy, tearing into the upper floors of some of the taller buildings nearby, but its epicenter was above even the tallest of them in the city. The sound was a deafening roar that didn't improve as the tendrils of holy energy began to turn generally towards one another, lopping back in and contacting each other; black-red mist erupting from the points of contact and spiraling back along the 'stalk' of light and into the sewer proper, touching down and causing the stalk of light to be entwined with it, the stalk finally raising above the ground, the rising bottom a spiraling disc that seemed to be sucking the black-red mist and molten hot metal from the pipes of the sewer up into a now<C>
18:10:32 [-Vivi-] hollow (and gradually widening) cylinder of the energy. Finally it was just the ball above the city, now as much of that black-red stuff as it was that brilliant energy; casting shadows around the desert and town like a thunderstorm as it pulsed and writhed. It suddenly compressed; no longer a gigantic ball but now only the size of a box truck with the molten metal flowing around it in concentric circles that began to split into balls, elongating and drawing themselves out into blades as the brilliant white energy occasionally arced to them. This process was still ongoing when it began to move; the first of the blades was still glowing red hot but rapidly cooling; it was making a direct line for the mountain, at that distance it would take a minute at most for the thing to get there, still forming swords trailing the formless thing; though at times it seemed to form limbs, a head; but they were soon lost in the maelstrom that appeared to make up its body for the moment.
18:19:48 Gray_Hawk {Married with a lack of vision.} His eyes slowly opened and he turned his head Eastward. He didnt have the means to sense things at the moment, but he didnt have to. With the light of the setting yet still shining sun overhead, Angelo turned to look at the chrisp view of the City, only to see a blunt chaotic change form above it. He frowned, hopped off the perch he had been sitting and drew forth from the right holster, the gun known as 'History'. He looked it over a bit, brought it in front of his face to look down at the sights. It was still awkward as hell to do so, his right arm was adjusting to be a gun bearer, something it hadnt been in all of the over one hundred years Angelo had lived, died, then lived again. None the less, there was a simple eight bullet clip of hallowed out specialized .50 caliber rounds within the guns handle, and once he was sure it was ok he nodded and reached with his left hand, pulling the hammer of the mighty magnum known as Grantslayer-
18:19:56 Gray_Hawk - back and nothing more. If one looked they would see one bullet was in said magnum, an ominously sinister completely black bullet sat there but Angelo none the less took a few paces forward then looked back towards Nexxian over his shoulder where that almost blinding white light could be seen. It didnt take a genius to know what it was, but what could Angelo do at that moment at that distance with the white lights speed? Think, plot, and prepare slow working but firmly resolved mental energies, a twinge of fear suddenly pulsing from his heart and subconscious as he simply sighed and continued stepping forward, completely turning around to look, thirty or so feet from the edge of the mountain he stood upon, praying it was enough room for the explosion to come, if not? Problems amidst problems already obviously arriving. {Perceived Will: 1, Base Format}
18:35:40 -Vivi- didn't slow as it moved past the wall of the city – tearing apart the top of the wall in that spot as it continued to grow low, skimming over the desert and kicking up a plume of sand behind it; leaving behind a black glass scar that would likely be buried quickly. It began to rise again as it neared the mountain, entering into a climb that was exponential, passing above a rock face by mere inches and finally rising above the mountain; orbited by at least seventy swords; the chaos-being still maintained its confused, not-quite matter not-quite energy state; parts of various forms it'd taken appearing and being torn apart by its own energies. It came to an abrupt stop, roughly 200 yards away from Angelo at a 45 degree angle in the sky; its 'body' spiraling, forming a holy that looked like it went back and back further than the swords passing behind it if Angelo were to stare into it, and from it erupted a ball of light with a thunder crack; colliding with the mountainside (aimed at roughly where Angelo<C>
18:36:02 [-Vivi-] was at the moment) and detonating with a deafening blast; sending rock and dirt (and quite possibly Angelo) flying. It didn't wait to see success or failure; swords were already moving; whipping through the dust in great arches; three or four following along the same trajectories as the hole in the mist and energy body closed back up. It began to circle, another hole starting to form. It didn't want him to simply die; it normally loved the hope, the unwillingness to give up these creatures had; but it wanted to break this one of that before it died. Break it like it would break the traitor gods that'd left its body stranded; held captive like the man had tried to hold captive its mind and power.
18:52:00 Gray_Hawk {Holy benediction.} And he watched, and he looked, and the minute the ball of holiness stopped into plain view, still a distance away but closer. Angelo gritted his teeth and exhaled a heated whiff of air from his nostrils, eye blinking and then he moved, Ran, not staying in place, eyes completely open and...changing. Brown eyes took on a shade of orange, completely white skin features paled and suddenly, what was a normal run for his life seemed to take a greater height in speed, each organized one coming faster then the other. This was one of the results of the Perceived Will, gathered and being used, entering the 'Empowerment Format', the mental energies were used at the main point to focus on the four things 'within' Angelo, the heart to help pump blood faster, muscles to strengthen movements/actions and support the increase to the blood flow to themselves (and organs), the bones to be more durable and held support the 'weight' of the heart and blood, and one last-
18:52:09 Gray_Hawk -non body thing to be in play after its activation.. It was what saved Angelo then, reaching the outskirts of the wreck from the lightning bolt, Angelo taking in a breath of air as orange eyes, attuned to see mundane and unnatural elements about the land, a slight useless/useful feature of his current state, turned with his heightened body, the motion a snap, quick, and he used his attuned eyes to aim the gun from where he stood. Now came into play the fourth part of the 'Empowerment Format', something Angelo had been working, the extension from body to gun, a complex understanding of weapon held in hand and weapon handler, that and the slight extra kick to when it was used. Angelo wasnt sure if such a thing would affect the Chaotically Holy monstrosity assaulting him, but attuned eyes made a uncomfortable aim on par with Angelos best, and from yards away, Angelo pulled the trigger. A boom of its own followed, not nearly as destructive as what the Holy embodiment-
18:52:28 Gray_Hawk -of chaos did, but it flew fourth, visibly cutting the air before it as it did, flying through the air and seeking to embed and go through the enemy put before Angelo. He wasnt sure it could do anything, even with the added force, but he had to try, for now, it was his only option, body tensed below, mental energies still working, feet shifting as feigned veering off to his right if all went wrong, a fierce frown of determination, laced with fear, on his face. {Perceived Will: 1, Empowerment Format}
19:06:56 -Vivi- displayed its usual lack of care about the attack coming towards it; especially considering how little it thought of guns – a hole in its armor? Hardly a problem. A hole in his kind of but not quite body? Indifferent; the slug was obliterated in the maelstrom before it even reached the other side, the end result being a quickly vanishing hole in the black-red outer mist that let through a brilliant point of light. It said something but it wasn't quite right, it rumbled out and caused the ground under them to shake slightly; it was only if Angelo didn't have mental guards in place that it'd make any sense at all (even then, it'd be in flashes of pictures, memories, things that symbolically portrayed the meaning of what it was saying; purely one way to Angelo). The gist of it was <That’s it? A gun? You think yourself so powerful to contain me then you bring a mere gun when I free myself?> There was no point in dragging this on. The swords moved again, arching over Angelo and slamming into <C>
19:07:03 [-Vivi-] into the ground far behind him; attempting to bring him closer to the chaos-beast as it slammed another set of them closer to Angelo but still on the other side. This action repeated as the thing swept down at Angelo, attempting to flat out slam its body into the man; tearing up part of the mountain as it did so. Getting into that black-red mist or, even worse, the glowing core at the middle would lead to painful burns and removal of skin and flesh – even bone if it was too long. If he managed to avoid the slam he still might be caught by a sword, he'd note the sizable divot in the rock it contacted.
19:18:50 Gray_Hawk {Futility.} “Shit.” The Southern Accented voice spoke for the first time. He knew that was going to happen, he wasnt testing the waters, he was just trying to be for the moment, prepare, but Vivi was having none of it. The voice shook him to his core and shook the place about him, his telegraphed movement stopped then just so he could keep his feet up. “Ignorance is the folly of all, I'm not exempt, and neither are you, Vivi.” He muttered, though he was sure the being before him could hear him no matter what level of voice he used. He didnt stay in place then, his heightened sense of physicality moved him speedily to the right, just after the two sets of swords were set and sought to maul him and bash him agianst the entity. You didnt need to know Vivi to have the thought of not getting that close to him, especially when forced. Two things would occur, as futile as they were, Angelos frame turned as he ran, and from the barrel of History, two more bullets were expertly-
19:19:19 Gray_Hawk -each with their own boom, flung fourth from the barrel of the gun, one for the Holy Embodiment of Chaos' side/chest, the other for his right leg, somewhere around the knee cap level. The second action was one that didnt affect anything, for now at least, Angelos left arm reaching across his chest and down towards Grantslayer, where he promptly pulled the trigger, and yet, nothing happened. Just a sharp clicking sound that echoed as the hammer fell and nothing more as Angelo ran (up, trying to get a semblance of high ground for what little good it did him) but if one could distinctly smell or hear things, they'd smell a whiff of just formed smoke of sorts and hear the whirring of thousands, perhaps millions of tiny metal machinations in work. For what one couldnt say, for now the Gunslinger could only move, shoot, and gather himself. {Perceived Will: 2, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: 3 Turns}
19:32:04 -Vivi- reacted exactly the same to the shots, why wouldn't it, after all? They were just bullets. This was almost as insulting as the actions the man had taken to put him in this situation; he wasn't even putting up what the creature would call an entertaining fight, and that was only pissing it off more. That voice shook the ground again. <Again? You won't even die with proper dignity will you?> It didn't bother with elements or anything flashy this time; pure white energy ripped twice through the outer shell of mist and tore through the air to Angelo; exploding violently upon impact with anything at all, tearing apart rock or flesh as though they were one in the same. The swords this time, however, did not attack Angelo, but began to form concentric circles behind the being; each slightly further back and slightly wider than the last. Energy flowed backwards even as the dust still flew from its last attack; white tendrils dancing between the rotating blades; focusing and filing them....
19:47:00 Gray_Hawk {Dignified.} “Died once like a fool, might as well fucking do it again! And you wont lure me in by mocking me” The white energy came and he rolled/lunged to his right, his state of body carrying him farther then it normally would, landing partly on his feet, partly on his knees, and one hand, quickly pushing himself up and, seeing it with keen eyes before, suddenly trying something a bit different, frame twisting, leg lifting as he did a full pivot, teeth clutching painfully as his leg slammed into, dismembered, and flung fourth a large piece of rock flying from where it stood and zinging towards the Holy Embodiment of Chaos intent of bashing into it, but what were physical means to such a being? From the get go it was apparent the intent of Angelo was not to be met or work, and thoughts raced to find something that would while time was biding, and perhaps, maybe it could. Angleo was perched at this point, on level or a little above Vivis flying point, and could see the actions going-
19:47:17 Gray_Hawk - on. They didnt look good, not at all and he grimaced despite the (obviously futile) outcome of his rock kick, he stayed tense, gathered himself, inhaled a breath of air and exhaled, and still a mind worked, and still a whirring of small gears could be heard, louder now, and the scent of smoke, different from the rest became stronger. {Perceived Will: 3, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: 2 Turns}
19:59:31 -Vivi- 's swords began to turn towards its back forming a sort of funnel as it let lose another exploding white ball that ended up impacting the rock Angelo flung towards the being, reducing it to shards that sprayed across the mountaintop. <Lure you in? No, if I wanted to do that, I'd lay waste to your agency; that city down there; your kind cares so deeply for your young> images; pictures, memories; not words. Slain children in the streets; burning buildings. It was unlikely Angelo doubted it could or would do it if it felt the need or want. Black-red mist began to spiral up the cone of blinding energy and swords, winding up it not unlike how it had wound up the energy of itself when it had left the city.....Yeah, that could not be a good thing.
20:10:43 Gray_Hawk {Atop the Mocking so high.} “Right.” He said simply, grimace deepening, head pulsing with images, making him flinch but he shook them off. He was already fearful, he couldnt let such things get to him, not again. It was the reverse for him, lure out the beast and fight it for the vengeance it wants, as badly as this was going. Angelo saw what Vivi was doing, grimaced, stepped back, gradually increasing the high ground which second by second was not helping his case. Angelos hand curled into a fist, the one on the gun tightening its hold. “Think...” He muttered the words. He was almost there and couldnt be wasteful. “Fuck it...” The flesh of his left hand slapped against a spire shaped/sized rock, sending it down towards Vivi and he ran, shooting from the gun, passing by other rocks doing the same thing then shooting from the gun. Futility again, one rock, one shot, one shot, one rock, he was beginning to wonder what the fuck he was doing until he realized his gun-
20:10:50 Gray_Hawk - was out of ammo and the perch, made half by destruction, half by 'natural path' had no more spires or rocks to hide and slap down (which was only possible because of his enhanced state at the moment), and Angelo only had one clip for History. Mental energies gathered, the whirring got much louder, a shrill shriek, and the smoke, steam looking but smelling of burning practically was flying from the holster of Grantslayer, and Angelo could only do, say one thing a he stood there, beffuddled and realizing his futility. “...Shit.” {Perceived Will: 4, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: 1 Turn}
20:24:37 -Vivi- flowed up the cone, the ball dissipating into a thing that coated the blades and fed into the end, the glow in general no longer coating the blades but focusing down them; rocks chattering across them; knocking on the blades temporarily out of place as Angelo foolishly climbed higher. The blades moved suddenly, compressing from funnel into tube as the end of them erupted pouring energy outwards and downwards at a 45 degree angle, aimed around fifty yards down the mountain from where Angelo was and through it at that same angle; the stone erupting; chunks flying outwards and rolling down the mountain for a second or two before the entire top began to give way; the war-beast hadn’t cut clean through but it'd been enough at a steep enough angle and with enough heat generation to start sending a massive chunk of the mountaintop Angelo was on down in a rock slide as the forces of gravity began to take over. The force and sound of it was horrible; the energy erupting from the end a mixture of that black-red<C>
20:25:01 [-Vivi-] stuff and that holy energy that ripped at the air; drawing air into it and converting it back to the energy it was woven from and using it to power the further continuing destruction as the beam swept wildly over the remaining rock; trailing fiery explosions. Finally, after five seconds or so, it stopped; seemingly only because the swords forming up the 'barrel' had melted again, but were spiraling around the ball that was forming from the elongated tube again and reshaping back into swords again, it just needed to wait for them to re-cool. It seemed to hover above the ongoing rock slide and fire, watching even without eyes, disdainfully and furiously.
20:43:34 Gray_Hawk {The Glory of my Left Hand...}</I> “You know what Vivi...” The action was quick, years of practiced put behind them, History being holstered as Angelo teetered, teeth gritt as the mountain fell and was being cut to pieces, but even so, he stood his ground and within a blink, had Grantslayer in his left hand. “FUCK YOU!”The gun was smoking as if it was on fire but it wasnt on fire, the shrill metallic shriek of the mechinations in the bullets reaching a boiling point and mixing in with the horrendous destructive noise of, and from it, flew fourth something louder then all of them. Take the sound an artillary piece makes when shooting its round, put it next to a high definition speaker, then blast it through the best large speakers you can find, and finally amplify that by ten or twenty. The very proximity made Angelos eardrums burst and for a few moments would make said ears unable to hear anything, but such a noise was followed by a titanous affect. The bullet, the Wyrm Round in question, was a-
20:44:02 Gray_Hawk -literal mini machine of destruction. It slowly pressurized the air about it with machinations built in, further pressured with even smaller intricate bits, and even then that was just the outer layer. The inside processed this pressure of air, filtered it numerous times within seconds/moments, then pushed it over and over and over again in the center, in a loop, until finally, the end made of the strongest material one could get, burst and from the gun it was shot, something that looked like gravity itself revolved around the bullet flew fourth, crushing the very ground of the mountain, the mountain itself, the 'wave' the bullet let off extending nearly twenty feet outward from the bullet as it soared, cutting and vibrating the air itself (creating fires in its wake) as it headed right towards Vivi and all his properties, crushing everything under its weight as it went. Should it hit, mayhaps it would be a hindrance at least, a stopping point or just make the Holy Embodiment of Chaos pause, just for a-
20:44:18 Gray_Hawk -bit, anything, and as for Angelo, he flew, spinning in circles as his frame was flung up into the air, through a stone or two from the falling mountain and down into the ground with a loud dusty crash, the crumbling of rocks and the ground below him evident, but not on such a mass scale of Vivis intent. Attacking in a flawed manor, flung by the power held in his left arm, and crashed elsewhere, fifty or so yards away, such was the way, such was possible futility, such was fearful Desperation in the eyes of the beholder and the working mind. {Perceived Will: 5, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: Used}
20:55:37 -Vivi- was unamused by the fired bullet, but it let him know where the man was and it began to rush towards him even as the bullet rushed towards it. When the bullet collided there was indeed a noticeable effect, the molten metal was blown away from the thing and its grip on the energy – such a terrible amount in one small space – was loosened; suddenly it was a massive writing ball again, tearing into the already tumbling, ruptured mountain; tendrils of it racing forwards madly; colliding with a rock and obliterating it in a brilliant explosion; only for two more tendrils to take its place, racing forwards, cutting through the mist as the horrific jet engine like roar from before kicked up again; one he might be able to feel in his bones as the thing rushed towards him with alarming speed, aiming to catch the man in the horrible wall of writhing energy; to tear at his flesh with one of the man tendrils. To grip an arm or a leg with it and toss him back into the main mass and let him be ripped to shreds. Yes, <C
20:55:45 [-Vivi-] that attack was more like it; that was destruction, obliteration in a bullet and it was delicious, wonderful. Annihilation. The balance of black-red to holy energy shifted, more of it turning black-red as it advanced; though if he didn't get out of the way that was going to be irrelevant. Either way; it would plow through where he was, tearing at the mountain top even more as it simply kept pushing through where rock had been like a freight train; curving back upwards after it did so and turning into a flattened writhing disc in the sky. It had chosen, but did not yet know if it had something to use its choice on; it knew it could not continue like this, but so desperately wanted to after that; that hunger of the chaos-beast omnipresent even when seeking revent.
21:25:21 Gray_Hawk {...And the Glory of my Right Hand.} He coughed, he sputtered, he...somehow managed to get to his two feet. What left the hole that Angelo made himself was Angelo, left arm shaking, gnarled in places it shouldnt have been, bent every which way, bleeding profusely, it looked as it a little bit of bone was sticking out of the shoulder, but still, through sheer force of will, Angelo put Grantslayer back in its holster. He was no better either, a long line had form on his forehead and was leaking blood down his face, his left eye was swollen, practically sealing it off from sight altogether and bulging, and the rest of his left side was a mess of torn clothes, little cuts and scratched and the aching and breaking of, despite strengthened bones, ribs was prevalent on both sides. He stepped forward, deaf, but seeing the metal monstrosity heading towards him and his one good right eye, blurry and half open blinked then shut, mouth hanging open just a bit before shutting. Could he win, he wondered as he-
21:25:39 Gray_Hawk -stood there, on the brink of unconsciousness, thinking words to himself as death in the form of Holy Chaotic Godly proportions flew his way, ebbing closer. He had been in this position before, once, near death, cut and bruised and blurry eyed, and he found in one moment, a memory entering his brain. He kept the eye closed and in that instance of being inbetween the Empowerment and Will itself, he began to change. One eye opened, the orange about it became more pronounced and glowed as quite suddenly, from the blades of his shoulders, there was a ripping sound, of clothes, flesh, and muscle and the the mini cave he had made for himself, suddenly burst and like Vivi did, along with the rock above it, was cut into four sperate pieces as four long, orange colored, flat sharp tipped spider leg looking 'appendages' with cracks going down it and 'eyes' on the very top sprouted and cut the very elements before them, all of them, on that split second, knowing full well that was composed of the-
21:25:42 Gray_Hawk -mountainous stone, the sand below, the air itself, and the Holy/Chaotic walls meant for it, touching the very fabric of each elements being and cutting straight through it. These four appendages lingered for a second then, in a display of tenacity and flexibility, they bent contorted and danced, moving about Angelos frame, zig zagging, wrapping, left, right, up, down, until Angelo was completely covered head to toe in the orange light and with a cracking sound akin to something mixed with glas and bones, the light flashed and before Vivi, charging or not, knelt something covered in cracked teal colored, glowing stone colored armor, the helmet being triangle shape (from a birds eye view) with a dent to make the points sharp looking and where eyes should have been there was simply a incave slit that glowed an orange light, and behind it, a cape, lined with silver but teal colored flowed without the help of wind. The thing stood up, it stood ten feet tall and as Vivi looked/charged it it simply-
21:25:52 Gray_Hawk -stood, a silverish aqua colored substance leaked from the left side, most notably the arm, of the armored of the thing, but still, tall, cold, silent, cape wavering stood the aspect of the Knight, desperation, futility, injury, and memory leading it to this moment as it stood, eyes that could see not nothing looked upon existence and saw how it, how the things in it, worked and what they were made of. And last, its right hand reached for its left hip, a handle, looking like the bladeless hilt of the former Imperial sabre Angelo carried jutting out, being taken, and forming into an almost cleaver like gold colored, silver edged Blade. Thus the Knight Aspect stood, evened, still below its game, it didnt know but it was plotting. {The Knight: 0}
21:36:31 -Vivi- didn't so much as pause on its advance, moved to and through the spot Angelo, knight or not, was at the current moment, aiming to rip him apart with the terrain around him. After it passed there however, successful or not, it began to weave a body from the black-red mist; the stuff spiraling down into itself until it could weave a skull- a large one, the ribs coming off it; golden shoulder armor resting above it, runes etching themselves into it while fabric wove from nothing beneath the skull; the reptilian eye with a sword driven through its iris crudely woven into it. Its arms didn't seem to exist after the shoulder, instead golden gauntlets with spikes on each knuckle and elongated, sharpened claws tipping them appeared; a dense black-red mist going between shoulder and hand. Its head wove itself together as well; seemingly wrapped tightly in cloth with a large crystal cross embedded in it; two eye holes burning a furious red; Behind it, the last piece began to manifest; tendrils of the black-red<C>
21:36:46 [-Vivi-] energy arching off it; between it. It was a golden semi-circle, its rim lined with spikes and etched with more runes that glowed dully; pulsating with the not quite there arms. It had no legs; its body terminating in a thick maelstrom of that black-red substance that danced around it. It had not picked a full suit of armor like usual; but had sunk towards the destroyer and picked its favored form (there is a picture that can be whispered if you so desire, the words only do it so much justice). It flexed both hands. So long it had been since it'd been loose upon the world. Excess energy began to flow down its hands. A man in armor, was it? Then it would oblige; a knight was a being that fought in close quarters, after all, so it moved towards the ground, hovering so it was around ten feet from its head to the ground; though its body, with its lack of legs, was only six feet in height.
21:48:00 Gray_Hawk {So there stood, armors.} Its glowing slit which obviously made for eyes observed the physical manifestation of the Holy Embodiment of Chaos, and unless this was a black form of Holy, one could properly assume Holy properties were replaced with the utter madness and destruction that was the chaos leaking through the half form but none the less incredibly powerful creature set before the 'knight'. Such a look at such unnatural things through the 'eyes' of the knight had to have their own properties, chaotic or not, like everything else and these the Knight observed before suddenly thrust the tip of its golden colored blade into a detached section of the mountain Vivi had cut up, a large one, bigger then either of them by a milestone, well over twenty feet tall and ten foot wide and with a twist of the sharp tipped 'gauntleted' right hand, lifted it, shifted it above its head and effortless, slammed it down like a gavel, intending to have it land atop Vivis head. Simple, effective, futile of course-
21:48:06 Gray_Hawk -but it was clear to see just by the motion, Angelo had changed physically and...elsewise. Gloves were off on both parties and now both parties had almost nothing to hold back...still, unbeknownst to some that couldnt see it, things twisted and turned and formed for future points. {The Knight: 1}
16:55:33 -Vivi- was obscured by the stone no doubt when the sound happened – it was terrible, tearing, following by a sonic boom. What caused it was likely not seen by Angelo; but the end result where part of the rock simply ceased to be followed by an explosion that ripped it apart around the creature would be readily apparent however. It was having none of that, it seemed, no more bolts, no more thunder, no more beams, it was moving, surprisingly quick, raising one iron-claw gauntlet on its not-exactly arms and slashing at Angelo with them, that horrible ripping sound starting again as it brought its hand towards Angelo; there were visible...well they looked like rips following its sharpened finger tips, slamming closed less than a second later with that booming sound. Enchanted things stood a far better chance, but things like flesh and stone would be rapidly torn apart and turned back into the raw energy that would make them at those claw tips (the cause of the explosion in the rock). It was simple really; entropy<C>
16:55:48 [-Vivi-] until the point of breakdown, for a thing like Vivi plunging towards the destroyer that was a simple feat;l one that it enjoyed in a way one might enjoy a good meal. Speaking of, the black-red mist obscuring its not-actually-there lower half was thickening quickly in the area effected by the fight; ankle to knee deep in places, and gravitating, almost groping at the air towards Vivi. More. It wanted more.
17:05:20 Gray_Hawk {Wind Blade.} The Knight was expecting as much, the completely Chaotic Embodiment had shown even before such things wouldnt work, but the Knight didnt need it to. The sound was heard, the destruction of the rock was deduced and the knight, not so much as ran to the side, but lifted its feet and quickly, almost leaving an after image in its wake gliding to its right, the gold colored silver edged/tipped machete like sword in its right arm lifting as it did. There was a distinct cracking sound and the 'plates' of the knights armor seemed to condense on the arm before the knight swung said arm. There was a boom and forming in front of the knight, not in part of magic but in part due to pure strength the environment couldnt comprehend for a few seconds, was a milky white transparent thin five foot tall talon shaped type thing. A second after being formed from the air itself, the front portion of the thing errupted from where it stood and from it came a gush of torrenting-
17:05:29 Gray_Hawk - wind that tore the area before it apart, the original five foot of it not mattering as the effect seemed to spread like a shotgun affect, ripping asunder what was before it and clearly aimed to impact and if not hurt Vivi, then hurl him back. Again, it wasnt expected to work, but the Knight was to an effect, stalling as it kept its gliding motions going, glowing orange slit, which saw the effects of Vivis mist on the environment, being kept squarely on Vivi, planning and forming. {The Knight: 2}
17:14:12 -Vivi- would undoubtedly reveal an oddity to the black-red mist – the wind was not stopped by it, nor did it cause the mist itself to move differently than it was already; the two seemed ignorant of one another. Even as it was cut up on the surface and flung backwards, the black-red mist was sewing back together what had been damaged on the ting, and in its hands something was growing rapidly, condensing from the substance around it, seeming to feed in through the gold semi-circle at its back and down its not-quite and arm into its gauntlet. It made a throwing motion at Angelo; releasing the ball with a great deal of velocity. Before it could even reach him however, it closed its fist again; causing the ball to rapidly expand for a moment and begin to collapse inwards with that same ripping sound; wind feeding into it; still airborne dust spiraling into it for a few seconds before it pulsed outwards again; tendrils of holy energy ripping at the air; those facing downwards leaving burnt scars in the rock,<C>
17:14:25 [-Vivi-] those facing upwards eventually dissipating. While that one was still gong off another was fired (adjusted for what would undoubtedly be Angelo's new position of course) and the same thing was done with the other hand, clench and release. It seemed the creature could keep this up for some time....
17:25:05 Gray_Hawk {And I lay a foundation.} And the Knight did change its position. From gliding along the ground itself, it did a 'jump', cape flapping and flailing behind it as it took to the air, paused, then 'jumped' again further up, finding itself stalled just for a moment while the sucking motion of the chaotic energy before it entered an expanding sort of set, letting the Knight got. Quite suddenly, the Knight did a turn, sword jutting out from its right sword, slicing into surrounding mountains about them, then kept turning, spiraling about the whole mountain top until it reached the top, the motion obvious as the already unstable mountains, due to both their antics, become less table, tot he point a simple motion and crack suddenly break off, a full circle of destruction and chaos tumbling down towards Vivi and his attacks/affects, seeking to smash and obviously bury the beast and its attacks under the rubble and leave the Knight floating amongst the sky but very much aware-
17:25:22 Gray_Hawk - and alert, swinging his sword from left to right, the very motion itself oddly enough creating a full blown moving light blue colored after image of the blade which spun like a boomerang (minus the coming back portion) and straight toward a mountain far off but not in the battleground before them. There it would suddenly vanish into the mentioned mountain but not come out the other way, no for now it sunk towards the center, stopping once there and, for those who could somehow see its motions hidden in the mountain, turn upright and began a strangely slow yet quick process of 'crushing' the rocks before it. To what end and reason one couldnt say, but it was what it was and it was there, just like Vivi, just like the flying knight. {The Knight: 0.}
17:36:24 -Vivi- lifted both hands skywards as the mountain began to come down on it, seemingly accepting its fate. It was rapidly buried under rock, dust, and dirt. For a moment that was it....but then there was that ripping sound again, in slight stereo, and the rocks began to move again; dust quickly being sucked between gaps in them. Angelo'd have to be pretty dense to not expect what came next, given what the first two balls had done. What he might not be ready for is the difference in scale however – absorbing solid rock and converting it back to energy was a lot different than taking air and dust and doing the same. It was nearly as bright as when it had emerged from the sewer initially, what was left of the top of the mountain was engulfed; even in the desert several long, thick black glass scars were left behind; the ball of squirming energy tendrils was for a moment several hundred yards across, dissipating with a fading light. The creature, for its part, was absolutely obscured by spiraling black-red mist <C>
17:40:22 [-Vivi-] For a moment, but as it lowered its arms the mist lowered from its upper body as well. It spoke; the traces of the prior voice still there but muffled, almost filtered by the body, coming from a great distance and turned into common. ”More.” was all it said, greedily, hungrily. It seemed to be actually enjoying this.
17:53:30 Gray_Hawk {The Glass mountain} Dense indeed, but luckily each action, as inhibiting as they seemed, had a reason, even if they seemed to power Vivi. That said, the Knight moved while in the air, the cape behind it flowing as it glided off to the side, moving towards but not in the direction of the mountain its after-image 'blade' had sunk into, but before it, careful to avoid the holy chaotic energy seemingly growing bigger, stronger, and more tenacious with every action taken. A simply motion was taken by the knight though, a grip on the handle of its blade became 'firm' and quite suddenly there was a distinct sharp loud cracking sound not even in the general area, but a distance away, behind the Knight, from the mountain it embedded the 'blade' into and if one looked, they'd be able to see, through crushing force and concentration, through power that simply pushed the Earth to become sand then followed through, the mountain itself was turned to glass, from the top to the bottom. There-
17:53:39 Gray_Hawk -one could clearly see the 'blade' the Knight had swung before, for a moment, before it suddenly 'shattered' and vanished, a pause given before the glass suddenly shattered as well, all of it seemingly falling to the ground before each 'piece' of said mountain literally paused then flung themselves into the air. These 'pieces', numbering in the thousands, possibly tens of thousands, were shaped as a Octahedron, each one was colored a shade of light purple and if one had really good eyes, they could see in the very center there was a small light purple 'piece' there. Each of these Octahedrons moved up into the sky, above the Knight, much further, forming a large circle above him and having each of their bottom end point downward, their target clear. A thunderous sound would be heard as the Octahedrons shone overhead and suddenly, each one of the thousands of them glowed the purple hue that encompassed them, the bottom tips specifically until finally, a crack was heard and from-
17:53:46 Gray_Hawk - each of the thousands flew fourth, lighting the air in their wake aflame from the pure heat, lightning like bolts on the very spot Vivi and his chaos corrupted spot encompassed, hurtling down until they plummeted upon the ground, each one exploding and tearing and turning the area they hit to glass as they did, the effects very much catastrophic and brutal, but still, the Knight (weary and swaying side to side just in case of course) floated above head and...watched, simply watched as the legion of 'glass' Octahedrons spun in the sky, 'recharging'. {The Knight: 0}
18:13:33 -Vivi- was laughing of all things when the next attack came – it saw what happened to the mountain, could not help but feel the gathering energy; and then the man unleashed hell on a massive scale. It was wonderful; it could feel the earth being torn apart around it; feel its own body ripped to shreds. It could, most importantly, taste the sheer deliciousness of the overkill the man had unleashed; not to just destroy it, but so much around it. It also realized something; the man was either ignorant or a fool. As the things recharged; the black – red mist condensed into the same body again, spiraling, weaving into it, save now there was more of that stuff left over than before, and more of it was in fact forming at the mountain he'd ripped from nature for his crystalline attack. It mocked cracking its neck and flexed its hand ”So where did you get that foolish idea anyways? I may have to burn a library” it stated simply. It no longer believed the man was necessarily the one to come up with it, not w
18:11:17 [-Vivi-] to be beheaded in lieu of the sergeant that gave the order with full knowledge, after all. It'd be perfectly happy killing the man either way, but it'd prefer to know the real source of this insult. In the meantime it hardly wanted the actions to stop, of course, so it flew towards the man, attempting to claw at him again and again and again; starting a relentless series of attacks he'd have to seriously distract or dissuade the thing from pushing.
18:22:37 Gray_Hawk {Egg.} The Knight didnt talk, it simply acted. Vivi came and though it realized it needed to keep distance, it did so in an odd way. When Vivi came, it moved just out of distance (careful, as it was clear Vivi could extend its 'arms' to attack further) then swung the blade towards the metal section of the hand, never the area inbetween. A fool it might be, but it seemed to know a thing or two, possibly. Hands cut or not, the knight played keep away, all the while the Octahedrons above suddenly cracked, the glass falling from the sky all about the two, pelting off the knight and fallling towards the ground, but something happened, those small 'pieces' mentioned earlier in the Octahedrons stayed afloat and with small pops and cracks, other lightning bolts were formed, but instead of being aimed at the Chaos Embodiment, they were aiming at each other, one after the next, snap and the pieces were connected, until there seemed to be a web of lightning very all about the sky, miles wide and visible from-
18:22:45 Gray_Hawk -miles away, but it did nothing, simply sat and...that was it, all the while The Knight and Vivi 'danced' in the sky, or so one would assume..curious. {The Knight: 0}
18:38:16 -Vivi- didn't stop, the lightening was not enough to dissuade him; though this constant game of dodging was getting boring, it didn't much care for it. It changed tactics; one of its hands was cut in half from the back of the palm to the front; the other spontaneously split after that, all four fired reddish-black beams of energy at Angelo, starting slightly away from him and moving in towards his center mass, aiming to at least see what impact his attacks would have on that armor. It didn't care about what was going on above, it cared about being engaged at this point; it cared about getting more. Hunger and greed; not really any different then its second in command in that regard.
18:50:07 Gray_Hawk {The Dragon.} Finally, an actual hit on Vivis part. The chaos beams were sudden, the Knight was focused on slicing and keeping those hands away and it cost him in the form of getting blasted by the beams, right in the chest. This made the gliding/floating knight hurl backwards from it, keeping a firm grip on its sword but it flew and flew until its non-sword bearing hand clenched into a fist and through sheer will alone, it manged to turn from the beam (unless it was one of those malleable controlled beams, might have problems there) into the sky, still floating but shuttering and floating in place for a second. The 'plate' on its chest was gone, replaced by a constant glowing stream of the same silvery glowing liquid that was seeping out of The Knights left hand, said liquid now drenching the knight from chest to legs, but still it kept on 'breathes', metallic and raspy could be heard, but that was it...and the knight swung its sword in the same motion from before. The same wind like-
18:50:18 Gray_Hawk - attack would be initiated, seeking to bash into Vivi and if not hurt it, hurl it like its beams had done to it. Meanwhile, overhead, the electrical web moved after a period of time, condensing yet at the same time extending from where it stood the 'pieces' coming together in a sudden quick motion and if one listened, a sort of 'roar' could be heard as, of all things, a head sprouted from the top of the meshed together 'lightning', one shaped with horns and electrical fangs, a dragons 'head' followed by a large dragon body. The thing 'roared' again, peered down at the knight then Vivi, 'growled' and seemed to move, but stopped, something willing it not to move so it didnt, its electrical body hovering, sporadic, but staying in place as commanded as it just watched the two go at it...and yet it felt itself slowly change as it did, interesting. {The Knight: 0}
19:01:29 -Vivi- tilted its head at the man before him. ”Mm. All dodge and no fight and it doesn't work out for you anyways? Disappointing” its tone doesn't change, it doesn’t even skip a beat as its smashed by the wind mid-sentence. It sighed heavily ”Its really no fun when you do that. Why don't we end this? You lay down and die and I don't start wondering why we're doing this all the way out here instead of at your agency? I would keep you longer but, well, you're not a toy like so many of the others. I have a goal. Since you won't answer my first question, there's no reason to delay it.” true, it wanted more; but it wanted it from people who stood their grounds and fought it. It was a fools game if one expected to win, sure, but it was often entertaining enough where it threw fights just the same. Why wouldn't it? It cared little for victory in most cases. This wasn't one of those cases.
19:12:38 Gray_Hawk {Penance, thy name is Order.} It heard, but suddenly, The Knight flew up towards the sky, towards the dragon. In that quick snap motion, and with the time alotted, one could see the dragon had changed entirely. No longer was it the sporadic jittery thing when it was 'made of lightning', not, it was completely smooth and its color had changed from that of a light blinding purple to a white with gold lining. Once close enough, the blade of The Knight would sink into the still 'dragon', The Knight turning towards Vivi and in that moment swinging the blade. From that point the 'dragon' soundlessly flowed from the sky down towards Vivi and here, one has to assume a few things; A, Vivi might or might not feel the powers of chaos about him, about the land they had been fighting on, seemingly fighting against something or outright dissipating as the 'dragon' neared, the closer it got the more the feeling/possible happenstance would occur, and to put it bluntly, the dragon had been-
19:12:49 Gray_Hawk -changed. From a massive thing of destructive lightning to a blast, a small gathering of Order itself, the exact opposite of chaos. The Knight wasnt a fool, it knew it couldnt outright destroy Vivi, that'd (I assume) involve destroying the motion of chaos itself, but with this attack, this carefully planned and laid out thing, mayhaps it could cut into it for once, perhaps hurt Vivi on a small but painful scale, and perhaps, just once say fuck it to chaos and make it bleed in a way that wouldnt affect itself, nothing more. Why didnt he do this sooner? Well for one, such a conversion and concentration takes a bit to do, and second, he wanted Vivi to affect the area, become bigger and stronger that way, in case Vivi did legitimately not want to be hit by such a thing (or maybe it did, never know, this was taken into consideration to), and for once move from it, but now? When such chaotic influence was within the area? If anything, it (might) elliminate the power Vivi had made-
19:12:56 Gray_Hawk -for itself, might make it weak, weak enough for many a thing but assumptions are assumptions, destruction, weakness, the Knight didnt know but it had to try, for the sake of others and itself. {The Knight: 0}
19:28:14 -Vivi- shook its head impatiently as the dragon drew near ”As you wish; the painful way.” it stated simply. Yes, it could feel what was happening, and already it was gathering itself, the black-red mist feeding rapidly into the being, perhaps for some kind of defense, sucking up into it so rapidly it was gone before the dragon was even a quarter of the way there; absorbed into the thing and focused. It lifted its hand and put its middle and thumb together. ”Just remember you chose their suffering.” It snapped its fingers. Angelo might survive what happened next, but there were few ways to escape it at that distance; it had converted what it had from chaos energy, even that which made up its body; into various random energies; fire, lightening, holy energy, and various other forms compressed into a ball about the size of a baseball. Or at least it was, for a second. The resulting explosion was horrendous; if the dragon could stop it would have a harder time doing so; the conversion had been <C>
19:28:20 [-Vivi-] absolute, they were no longer polar opposites that would cancel on impact. The message might be lost on Angelo, but maybe not; 'not even man-made order will stop me from my warpath'
19:35:31 Gray_Hawk {And a Crash.} And what could something of order do when faced with elements not to? Make it more orderly? More obtuse and helpful? What good would that do? None, it'd make it worse. The dragon fell, impacting the ground and doing nothing, perhaps destroy lingering senses of chaos Vivi held in the area or didnt absorb, but that was debatable. The Knight? It flew, from point A in the sky to point B to the ground, impacting with a loud crash and sitting in a crater. What once beheld complete armor was now barren from the torso, the 'armor' boots and arms remaining, as did the gold sword, but the ten foot height was lost to the Knight, and thus Angelo was revealed, covered in the silverish glowing substance from the top of his head down to the sections of his legs not covered in the armor, sword held tightly in hand until a metallic cough could be heard and the substance left Angelos mouth and he breathed metallic sounding gasps as the 'substance', his blood changed just-
19:35:40 Gray_Hawk - leaked out, barely able to stand with his knees bent and he couldnt move. {The Knight: 0}
17:51:00 Gray_Hawk {Desert Mountain Type.} “Eb the rage and self loathing in his soul, guide the ones unsure of guiding himself, and bless the one unsure and riddled with guilt, bless the dead and grant the one who stands at the door of death, for though I walk through the valley of shadow and death, I humbly ask, beg, that you be with me, my sword, my shield, my armor, my body, my hearty, my mind, and my say, yah to vindication, amen.” Thus said Angelo. He had left a day and a half ago from Nexxian City for the journey on foot, sullen, yet neutral, garbed in garbs, armed with the mighty six shooter magnum on his left hip the bladeless hilt of the former saber Imperial on his left as well, and History, the oversized Colt .45 like pistol on his right, sitting atop a stone perch wihin a depth a hundred or so feet in the Horse torn mountains, eyes shut, hands folded on his lap as he waited, simply waited...and prepared. {Perceived Will: Activating}
18:09:56 -Vivi- was almost subtle at first, its rage causing it to retreat from the places it had set itself up[ like a great inhaling; and for a creature, a thing like Vivi that meant the world around went calm; it started outside the walls of the city; winds died down, birds on the walls fell silent, pools of water turned to quiet glass; it felt like peace on earth to many a citizen no doubt, and it felt wrong, like it was due to something being taken, consumed and scooped out of them by a raging thing; and indeed it was true, it was gathering itself to end that which had dared try to place itself as better than gods who had not been able to entrap it as Angelo had tried. The peace was momentary and frightening; the calm before a storm, ominous and only proven right seconds later. This second portion was far less subtle; one moment there was the dimming day; the next it was as though dawn had come; the sun rising from the city itself. The column of Holy energy rose into the sky from the sewers, obliterating the <C>
18:10:12 [-Vivi-] fountain it'd been focused under and a good portion of the square it'd been in. It hadn't been exactly center; a storefront was caught in the energy blast and ripped from its foundation. The sound hadn't even reached the closest person when the column ceased rising and blossomed outwards, splitting into writing tendrils of energy, tearing into the upper floors of some of the taller buildings nearby, but its epicenter was above even the tallest of them in the city. The sound was a deafening roar that didn't improve as the tendrils of holy energy began to turn generally towards one another, lopping back in and contacting each other; black-red mist erupting from the points of contact and spiraling back along the 'stalk' of light and into the sewer proper, touching down and causing the stalk of light to be entwined with it, the stalk finally raising above the ground, the rising bottom a spiraling disc that seemed to be sucking the black-red mist and molten hot metal from the pipes of the sewer up into a now<C>
18:10:32 [-Vivi-] hollow (and gradually widening) cylinder of the energy. Finally it was just the ball above the city, now as much of that black-red stuff as it was that brilliant energy; casting shadows around the desert and town like a thunderstorm as it pulsed and writhed. It suddenly compressed; no longer a gigantic ball but now only the size of a box truck with the molten metal flowing around it in concentric circles that began to split into balls, elongating and drawing themselves out into blades as the brilliant white energy occasionally arced to them. This process was still ongoing when it began to move; the first of the blades was still glowing red hot but rapidly cooling; it was making a direct line for the mountain, at that distance it would take a minute at most for the thing to get there, still forming swords trailing the formless thing; though at times it seemed to form limbs, a head; but they were soon lost in the maelstrom that appeared to make up its body for the moment.
18:19:48 Gray_Hawk {Married with a lack of vision.} His eyes slowly opened and he turned his head Eastward. He didnt have the means to sense things at the moment, but he didnt have to. With the light of the setting yet still shining sun overhead, Angelo turned to look at the chrisp view of the City, only to see a blunt chaotic change form above it. He frowned, hopped off the perch he had been sitting and drew forth from the right holster, the gun known as 'History'. He looked it over a bit, brought it in front of his face to look down at the sights. It was still awkward as hell to do so, his right arm was adjusting to be a gun bearer, something it hadnt been in all of the over one hundred years Angelo had lived, died, then lived again. None the less, there was a simple eight bullet clip of hallowed out specialized .50 caliber rounds within the guns handle, and once he was sure it was ok he nodded and reached with his left hand, pulling the hammer of the mighty magnum known as Grantslayer-
18:19:56 Gray_Hawk - back and nothing more. If one looked they would see one bullet was in said magnum, an ominously sinister completely black bullet sat there but Angelo none the less took a few paces forward then looked back towards Nexxian over his shoulder where that almost blinding white light could be seen. It didnt take a genius to know what it was, but what could Angelo do at that moment at that distance with the white lights speed? Think, plot, and prepare slow working but firmly resolved mental energies, a twinge of fear suddenly pulsing from his heart and subconscious as he simply sighed and continued stepping forward, completely turning around to look, thirty or so feet from the edge of the mountain he stood upon, praying it was enough room for the explosion to come, if not? Problems amidst problems already obviously arriving. {Perceived Will: 1, Base Format}
18:35:40 -Vivi- didn't slow as it moved past the wall of the city – tearing apart the top of the wall in that spot as it continued to grow low, skimming over the desert and kicking up a plume of sand behind it; leaving behind a black glass scar that would likely be buried quickly. It began to rise again as it neared the mountain, entering into a climb that was exponential, passing above a rock face by mere inches and finally rising above the mountain; orbited by at least seventy swords; the chaos-being still maintained its confused, not-quite matter not-quite energy state; parts of various forms it'd taken appearing and being torn apart by its own energies. It came to an abrupt stop, roughly 200 yards away from Angelo at a 45 degree angle in the sky; its 'body' spiraling, forming a holy that looked like it went back and back further than the swords passing behind it if Angelo were to stare into it, and from it erupted a ball of light with a thunder crack; colliding with the mountainside (aimed at roughly where Angelo<C>
18:36:02 [-Vivi-] was at the moment) and detonating with a deafening blast; sending rock and dirt (and quite possibly Angelo) flying. It didn't wait to see success or failure; swords were already moving; whipping through the dust in great arches; three or four following along the same trajectories as the hole in the mist and energy body closed back up. It began to circle, another hole starting to form. It didn't want him to simply die; it normally loved the hope, the unwillingness to give up these creatures had; but it wanted to break this one of that before it died. Break it like it would break the traitor gods that'd left its body stranded; held captive like the man had tried to hold captive its mind and power.
18:52:00 Gray_Hawk {Holy benediction.} And he watched, and he looked, and the minute the ball of holiness stopped into plain view, still a distance away but closer. Angelo gritted his teeth and exhaled a heated whiff of air from his nostrils, eye blinking and then he moved, Ran, not staying in place, eyes completely open and...changing. Brown eyes took on a shade of orange, completely white skin features paled and suddenly, what was a normal run for his life seemed to take a greater height in speed, each organized one coming faster then the other. This was one of the results of the Perceived Will, gathered and being used, entering the 'Empowerment Format', the mental energies were used at the main point to focus on the four things 'within' Angelo, the heart to help pump blood faster, muscles to strengthen movements/actions and support the increase to the blood flow to themselves (and organs), the bones to be more durable and held support the 'weight' of the heart and blood, and one last-
18:52:09 Gray_Hawk -non body thing to be in play after its activation.. It was what saved Angelo then, reaching the outskirts of the wreck from the lightning bolt, Angelo taking in a breath of air as orange eyes, attuned to see mundane and unnatural elements about the land, a slight useless/useful feature of his current state, turned with his heightened body, the motion a snap, quick, and he used his attuned eyes to aim the gun from where he stood. Now came into play the fourth part of the 'Empowerment Format', something Angelo had been working, the extension from body to gun, a complex understanding of weapon held in hand and weapon handler, that and the slight extra kick to when it was used. Angelo wasnt sure if such a thing would affect the Chaotically Holy monstrosity assaulting him, but attuned eyes made a uncomfortable aim on par with Angelos best, and from yards away, Angelo pulled the trigger. A boom of its own followed, not nearly as destructive as what the Holy embodiment-
18:52:28 Gray_Hawk -of chaos did, but it flew fourth, visibly cutting the air before it as it did, flying through the air and seeking to embed and go through the enemy put before Angelo. He wasnt sure it could do anything, even with the added force, but he had to try, for now, it was his only option, body tensed below, mental energies still working, feet shifting as feigned veering off to his right if all went wrong, a fierce frown of determination, laced with fear, on his face. {Perceived Will: 1, Empowerment Format}
19:06:56 -Vivi- displayed its usual lack of care about the attack coming towards it; especially considering how little it thought of guns – a hole in its armor? Hardly a problem. A hole in his kind of but not quite body? Indifferent; the slug was obliterated in the maelstrom before it even reached the other side, the end result being a quickly vanishing hole in the black-red outer mist that let through a brilliant point of light. It said something but it wasn't quite right, it rumbled out and caused the ground under them to shake slightly; it was only if Angelo didn't have mental guards in place that it'd make any sense at all (even then, it'd be in flashes of pictures, memories, things that symbolically portrayed the meaning of what it was saying; purely one way to Angelo). The gist of it was <That’s it? A gun? You think yourself so powerful to contain me then you bring a mere gun when I free myself?> There was no point in dragging this on. The swords moved again, arching over Angelo and slamming into <C>
19:07:03 [-Vivi-] into the ground far behind him; attempting to bring him closer to the chaos-beast as it slammed another set of them closer to Angelo but still on the other side. This action repeated as the thing swept down at Angelo, attempting to flat out slam its body into the man; tearing up part of the mountain as it did so. Getting into that black-red mist or, even worse, the glowing core at the middle would lead to painful burns and removal of skin and flesh – even bone if it was too long. If he managed to avoid the slam he still might be caught by a sword, he'd note the sizable divot in the rock it contacted.
19:18:50 Gray_Hawk {Futility.} “Shit.” The Southern Accented voice spoke for the first time. He knew that was going to happen, he wasnt testing the waters, he was just trying to be for the moment, prepare, but Vivi was having none of it. The voice shook him to his core and shook the place about him, his telegraphed movement stopped then just so he could keep his feet up. “Ignorance is the folly of all, I'm not exempt, and neither are you, Vivi.” He muttered, though he was sure the being before him could hear him no matter what level of voice he used. He didnt stay in place then, his heightened sense of physicality moved him speedily to the right, just after the two sets of swords were set and sought to maul him and bash him agianst the entity. You didnt need to know Vivi to have the thought of not getting that close to him, especially when forced. Two things would occur, as futile as they were, Angelos frame turned as he ran, and from the barrel of History, two more bullets were expertly-
19:19:19 Gray_Hawk -each with their own boom, flung fourth from the barrel of the gun, one for the Holy Embodiment of Chaos' side/chest, the other for his right leg, somewhere around the knee cap level. The second action was one that didnt affect anything, for now at least, Angelos left arm reaching across his chest and down towards Grantslayer, where he promptly pulled the trigger, and yet, nothing happened. Just a sharp clicking sound that echoed as the hammer fell and nothing more as Angelo ran (up, trying to get a semblance of high ground for what little good it did him) but if one could distinctly smell or hear things, they'd smell a whiff of just formed smoke of sorts and hear the whirring of thousands, perhaps millions of tiny metal machinations in work. For what one couldnt say, for now the Gunslinger could only move, shoot, and gather himself. {Perceived Will: 2, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: 3 Turns}
19:32:04 -Vivi- reacted exactly the same to the shots, why wouldn't it, after all? They were just bullets. This was almost as insulting as the actions the man had taken to put him in this situation; he wasn't even putting up what the creature would call an entertaining fight, and that was only pissing it off more. That voice shook the ground again. <Again? You won't even die with proper dignity will you?> It didn't bother with elements or anything flashy this time; pure white energy ripped twice through the outer shell of mist and tore through the air to Angelo; exploding violently upon impact with anything at all, tearing apart rock or flesh as though they were one in the same. The swords this time, however, did not attack Angelo, but began to form concentric circles behind the being; each slightly further back and slightly wider than the last. Energy flowed backwards even as the dust still flew from its last attack; white tendrils dancing between the rotating blades; focusing and filing them....
19:47:00 Gray_Hawk {Dignified.} “Died once like a fool, might as well fucking do it again! And you wont lure me in by mocking me” The white energy came and he rolled/lunged to his right, his state of body carrying him farther then it normally would, landing partly on his feet, partly on his knees, and one hand, quickly pushing himself up and, seeing it with keen eyes before, suddenly trying something a bit different, frame twisting, leg lifting as he did a full pivot, teeth clutching painfully as his leg slammed into, dismembered, and flung fourth a large piece of rock flying from where it stood and zinging towards the Holy Embodiment of Chaos intent of bashing into it, but what were physical means to such a being? From the get go it was apparent the intent of Angelo was not to be met or work, and thoughts raced to find something that would while time was biding, and perhaps, maybe it could. Angleo was perched at this point, on level or a little above Vivis flying point, and could see the actions going-
19:47:17 Gray_Hawk - on. They didnt look good, not at all and he grimaced despite the (obviously futile) outcome of his rock kick, he stayed tense, gathered himself, inhaled a breath of air and exhaled, and still a mind worked, and still a whirring of small gears could be heard, louder now, and the scent of smoke, different from the rest became stronger. {Perceived Will: 3, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: 2 Turns}
19:59:31 -Vivi- 's swords began to turn towards its back forming a sort of funnel as it let lose another exploding white ball that ended up impacting the rock Angelo flung towards the being, reducing it to shards that sprayed across the mountaintop. <Lure you in? No, if I wanted to do that, I'd lay waste to your agency; that city down there; your kind cares so deeply for your young> images; pictures, memories; not words. Slain children in the streets; burning buildings. It was unlikely Angelo doubted it could or would do it if it felt the need or want. Black-red mist began to spiral up the cone of blinding energy and swords, winding up it not unlike how it had wound up the energy of itself when it had left the city.....Yeah, that could not be a good thing.
20:10:43 Gray_Hawk {Atop the Mocking so high.} “Right.” He said simply, grimace deepening, head pulsing with images, making him flinch but he shook them off. He was already fearful, he couldnt let such things get to him, not again. It was the reverse for him, lure out the beast and fight it for the vengeance it wants, as badly as this was going. Angelo saw what Vivi was doing, grimaced, stepped back, gradually increasing the high ground which second by second was not helping his case. Angelos hand curled into a fist, the one on the gun tightening its hold. “Think...” He muttered the words. He was almost there and couldnt be wasteful. “Fuck it...” The flesh of his left hand slapped against a spire shaped/sized rock, sending it down towards Vivi and he ran, shooting from the gun, passing by other rocks doing the same thing then shooting from the gun. Futility again, one rock, one shot, one shot, one rock, he was beginning to wonder what the fuck he was doing until he realized his gun-
20:10:50 Gray_Hawk - was out of ammo and the perch, made half by destruction, half by 'natural path' had no more spires or rocks to hide and slap down (which was only possible because of his enhanced state at the moment), and Angelo only had one clip for History. Mental energies gathered, the whirring got much louder, a shrill shriek, and the smoke, steam looking but smelling of burning practically was flying from the holster of Grantslayer, and Angelo could only do, say one thing a he stood there, beffuddled and realizing his futility. “...Shit.” {Perceived Will: 4, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: 1 Turn}
20:24:37 -Vivi- flowed up the cone, the ball dissipating into a thing that coated the blades and fed into the end, the glow in general no longer coating the blades but focusing down them; rocks chattering across them; knocking on the blades temporarily out of place as Angelo foolishly climbed higher. The blades moved suddenly, compressing from funnel into tube as the end of them erupted pouring energy outwards and downwards at a 45 degree angle, aimed around fifty yards down the mountain from where Angelo was and through it at that same angle; the stone erupting; chunks flying outwards and rolling down the mountain for a second or two before the entire top began to give way; the war-beast hadn’t cut clean through but it'd been enough at a steep enough angle and with enough heat generation to start sending a massive chunk of the mountaintop Angelo was on down in a rock slide as the forces of gravity began to take over. The force and sound of it was horrible; the energy erupting from the end a mixture of that black-red<C>
20:25:01 [-Vivi-] stuff and that holy energy that ripped at the air; drawing air into it and converting it back to the energy it was woven from and using it to power the further continuing destruction as the beam swept wildly over the remaining rock; trailing fiery explosions. Finally, after five seconds or so, it stopped; seemingly only because the swords forming up the 'barrel' had melted again, but were spiraling around the ball that was forming from the elongated tube again and reshaping back into swords again, it just needed to wait for them to re-cool. It seemed to hover above the ongoing rock slide and fire, watching even without eyes, disdainfully and furiously.
20:43:34 Gray_Hawk {The Glory of my Left Hand...}</I> “You know what Vivi...” The action was quick, years of practiced put behind them, History being holstered as Angelo teetered, teeth gritt as the mountain fell and was being cut to pieces, but even so, he stood his ground and within a blink, had Grantslayer in his left hand. “FUCK YOU!”The gun was smoking as if it was on fire but it wasnt on fire, the shrill metallic shriek of the mechinations in the bullets reaching a boiling point and mixing in with the horrendous destructive noise of, and from it, flew fourth something louder then all of them. Take the sound an artillary piece makes when shooting its round, put it next to a high definition speaker, then blast it through the best large speakers you can find, and finally amplify that by ten or twenty. The very proximity made Angelos eardrums burst and for a few moments would make said ears unable to hear anything, but such a noise was followed by a titanous affect. The bullet, the Wyrm Round in question, was a-
20:44:02 Gray_Hawk -literal mini machine of destruction. It slowly pressurized the air about it with machinations built in, further pressured with even smaller intricate bits, and even then that was just the outer layer. The inside processed this pressure of air, filtered it numerous times within seconds/moments, then pushed it over and over and over again in the center, in a loop, until finally, the end made of the strongest material one could get, burst and from the gun it was shot, something that looked like gravity itself revolved around the bullet flew fourth, crushing the very ground of the mountain, the mountain itself, the 'wave' the bullet let off extending nearly twenty feet outward from the bullet as it soared, cutting and vibrating the air itself (creating fires in its wake) as it headed right towards Vivi and all his properties, crushing everything under its weight as it went. Should it hit, mayhaps it would be a hindrance at least, a stopping point or just make the Holy Embodiment of Chaos pause, just for a-
20:44:18 Gray_Hawk -bit, anything, and as for Angelo, he flew, spinning in circles as his frame was flung up into the air, through a stone or two from the falling mountain and down into the ground with a loud dusty crash, the crumbling of rocks and the ground below him evident, but not on such a mass scale of Vivis intent. Attacking in a flawed manor, flung by the power held in his left arm, and crashed elsewhere, fifty or so yards away, such was the way, such was possible futility, such was fearful Desperation in the eyes of the beholder and the working mind. {Perceived Will: 5, Empowerment Format. Wyrm Round: Used}
20:55:37 -Vivi- was unamused by the fired bullet, but it let him know where the man was and it began to rush towards him even as the bullet rushed towards it. When the bullet collided there was indeed a noticeable effect, the molten metal was blown away from the thing and its grip on the energy – such a terrible amount in one small space – was loosened; suddenly it was a massive writing ball again, tearing into the already tumbling, ruptured mountain; tendrils of it racing forwards madly; colliding with a rock and obliterating it in a brilliant explosion; only for two more tendrils to take its place, racing forwards, cutting through the mist as the horrific jet engine like roar from before kicked up again; one he might be able to feel in his bones as the thing rushed towards him with alarming speed, aiming to catch the man in the horrible wall of writhing energy; to tear at his flesh with one of the man tendrils. To grip an arm or a leg with it and toss him back into the main mass and let him be ripped to shreds. Yes, <C
20:55:45 [-Vivi-] that attack was more like it; that was destruction, obliteration in a bullet and it was delicious, wonderful. Annihilation. The balance of black-red to holy energy shifted, more of it turning black-red as it advanced; though if he didn't get out of the way that was going to be irrelevant. Either way; it would plow through where he was, tearing at the mountain top even more as it simply kept pushing through where rock had been like a freight train; curving back upwards after it did so and turning into a flattened writhing disc in the sky. It had chosen, but did not yet know if it had something to use its choice on; it knew it could not continue like this, but so desperately wanted to after that; that hunger of the chaos-beast omnipresent even when seeking revent.
21:25:21 Gray_Hawk {...And the Glory of my Right Hand.} He coughed, he sputtered, he...somehow managed to get to his two feet. What left the hole that Angelo made himself was Angelo, left arm shaking, gnarled in places it shouldnt have been, bent every which way, bleeding profusely, it looked as it a little bit of bone was sticking out of the shoulder, but still, through sheer force of will, Angelo put Grantslayer back in its holster. He was no better either, a long line had form on his forehead and was leaking blood down his face, his left eye was swollen, practically sealing it off from sight altogether and bulging, and the rest of his left side was a mess of torn clothes, little cuts and scratched and the aching and breaking of, despite strengthened bones, ribs was prevalent on both sides. He stepped forward, deaf, but seeing the metal monstrosity heading towards him and his one good right eye, blurry and half open blinked then shut, mouth hanging open just a bit before shutting. Could he win, he wondered as he-
21:25:39 Gray_Hawk -stood there, on the brink of unconsciousness, thinking words to himself as death in the form of Holy Chaotic Godly proportions flew his way, ebbing closer. He had been in this position before, once, near death, cut and bruised and blurry eyed, and he found in one moment, a memory entering his brain. He kept the eye closed and in that instance of being inbetween the Empowerment and Will itself, he began to change. One eye opened, the orange about it became more pronounced and glowed as quite suddenly, from the blades of his shoulders, there was a ripping sound, of clothes, flesh, and muscle and the the mini cave he had made for himself, suddenly burst and like Vivi did, along with the rock above it, was cut into four sperate pieces as four long, orange colored, flat sharp tipped spider leg looking 'appendages' with cracks going down it and 'eyes' on the very top sprouted and cut the very elements before them, all of them, on that split second, knowing full well that was composed of the-
21:25:42 Gray_Hawk -mountainous stone, the sand below, the air itself, and the Holy/Chaotic walls meant for it, touching the very fabric of each elements being and cutting straight through it. These four appendages lingered for a second then, in a display of tenacity and flexibility, they bent contorted and danced, moving about Angelos frame, zig zagging, wrapping, left, right, up, down, until Angelo was completely covered head to toe in the orange light and with a cracking sound akin to something mixed with glas and bones, the light flashed and before Vivi, charging or not, knelt something covered in cracked teal colored, glowing stone colored armor, the helmet being triangle shape (from a birds eye view) with a dent to make the points sharp looking and where eyes should have been there was simply a incave slit that glowed an orange light, and behind it, a cape, lined with silver but teal colored flowed without the help of wind. The thing stood up, it stood ten feet tall and as Vivi looked/charged it it simply-
21:25:52 Gray_Hawk -stood, a silverish aqua colored substance leaked from the left side, most notably the arm, of the armored of the thing, but still, tall, cold, silent, cape wavering stood the aspect of the Knight, desperation, futility, injury, and memory leading it to this moment as it stood, eyes that could see not nothing looked upon existence and saw how it, how the things in it, worked and what they were made of. And last, its right hand reached for its left hip, a handle, looking like the bladeless hilt of the former Imperial sabre Angelo carried jutting out, being taken, and forming into an almost cleaver like gold colored, silver edged Blade. Thus the Knight Aspect stood, evened, still below its game, it didnt know but it was plotting. {The Knight: 0}
21:36:31 -Vivi- didn't so much as pause on its advance, moved to and through the spot Angelo, knight or not, was at the current moment, aiming to rip him apart with the terrain around him. After it passed there however, successful or not, it began to weave a body from the black-red mist; the stuff spiraling down into itself until it could weave a skull- a large one, the ribs coming off it; golden shoulder armor resting above it, runes etching themselves into it while fabric wove from nothing beneath the skull; the reptilian eye with a sword driven through its iris crudely woven into it. Its arms didn't seem to exist after the shoulder, instead golden gauntlets with spikes on each knuckle and elongated, sharpened claws tipping them appeared; a dense black-red mist going between shoulder and hand. Its head wove itself together as well; seemingly wrapped tightly in cloth with a large crystal cross embedded in it; two eye holes burning a furious red; Behind it, the last piece began to manifest; tendrils of the black-red<C>
21:36:46 [-Vivi-] energy arching off it; between it. It was a golden semi-circle, its rim lined with spikes and etched with more runes that glowed dully; pulsating with the not quite there arms. It had no legs; its body terminating in a thick maelstrom of that black-red substance that danced around it. It had not picked a full suit of armor like usual; but had sunk towards the destroyer and picked its favored form (there is a picture that can be whispered if you so desire, the words only do it so much justice). It flexed both hands. So long it had been since it'd been loose upon the world. Excess energy began to flow down its hands. A man in armor, was it? Then it would oblige; a knight was a being that fought in close quarters, after all, so it moved towards the ground, hovering so it was around ten feet from its head to the ground; though its body, with its lack of legs, was only six feet in height.
21:48:00 Gray_Hawk {So there stood, armors.} Its glowing slit which obviously made for eyes observed the physical manifestation of the Holy Embodiment of Chaos, and unless this was a black form of Holy, one could properly assume Holy properties were replaced with the utter madness and destruction that was the chaos leaking through the half form but none the less incredibly powerful creature set before the 'knight'. Such a look at such unnatural things through the 'eyes' of the knight had to have their own properties, chaotic or not, like everything else and these the Knight observed before suddenly thrust the tip of its golden colored blade into a detached section of the mountain Vivi had cut up, a large one, bigger then either of them by a milestone, well over twenty feet tall and ten foot wide and with a twist of the sharp tipped 'gauntleted' right hand, lifted it, shifted it above its head and effortless, slammed it down like a gavel, intending to have it land atop Vivis head. Simple, effective, futile of course-
21:48:06 Gray_Hawk -but it was clear to see just by the motion, Angelo had changed physically and...elsewise. Gloves were off on both parties and now both parties had almost nothing to hold back...still, unbeknownst to some that couldnt see it, things twisted and turned and formed for future points. {The Knight: 1}
16:55:33 -Vivi- was obscured by the stone no doubt when the sound happened – it was terrible, tearing, following by a sonic boom. What caused it was likely not seen by Angelo; but the end result where part of the rock simply ceased to be followed by an explosion that ripped it apart around the creature would be readily apparent however. It was having none of that, it seemed, no more bolts, no more thunder, no more beams, it was moving, surprisingly quick, raising one iron-claw gauntlet on its not-exactly arms and slashing at Angelo with them, that horrible ripping sound starting again as it brought its hand towards Angelo; there were visible...well they looked like rips following its sharpened finger tips, slamming closed less than a second later with that booming sound. Enchanted things stood a far better chance, but things like flesh and stone would be rapidly torn apart and turned back into the raw energy that would make them at those claw tips (the cause of the explosion in the rock). It was simple really; entropy<C>
16:55:48 [-Vivi-] until the point of breakdown, for a thing like Vivi plunging towards the destroyer that was a simple feat;l one that it enjoyed in a way one might enjoy a good meal. Speaking of, the black-red mist obscuring its not-actually-there lower half was thickening quickly in the area effected by the fight; ankle to knee deep in places, and gravitating, almost groping at the air towards Vivi. More. It wanted more.
17:05:20 Gray_Hawk {Wind Blade.} The Knight was expecting as much, the completely Chaotic Embodiment had shown even before such things wouldnt work, but the Knight didnt need it to. The sound was heard, the destruction of the rock was deduced and the knight, not so much as ran to the side, but lifted its feet and quickly, almost leaving an after image in its wake gliding to its right, the gold colored silver edged/tipped machete like sword in its right arm lifting as it did. There was a distinct cracking sound and the 'plates' of the knights armor seemed to condense on the arm before the knight swung said arm. There was a boom and forming in front of the knight, not in part of magic but in part due to pure strength the environment couldnt comprehend for a few seconds, was a milky white transparent thin five foot tall talon shaped type thing. A second after being formed from the air itself, the front portion of the thing errupted from where it stood and from it came a gush of torrenting-
17:05:29 Gray_Hawk - wind that tore the area before it apart, the original five foot of it not mattering as the effect seemed to spread like a shotgun affect, ripping asunder what was before it and clearly aimed to impact and if not hurt Vivi, then hurl him back. Again, it wasnt expected to work, but the Knight was to an effect, stalling as it kept its gliding motions going, glowing orange slit, which saw the effects of Vivis mist on the environment, being kept squarely on Vivi, planning and forming. {The Knight: 2}
17:14:12 -Vivi- would undoubtedly reveal an oddity to the black-red mist – the wind was not stopped by it, nor did it cause the mist itself to move differently than it was already; the two seemed ignorant of one another. Even as it was cut up on the surface and flung backwards, the black-red mist was sewing back together what had been damaged on the ting, and in its hands something was growing rapidly, condensing from the substance around it, seeming to feed in through the gold semi-circle at its back and down its not-quite and arm into its gauntlet. It made a throwing motion at Angelo; releasing the ball with a great deal of velocity. Before it could even reach him however, it closed its fist again; causing the ball to rapidly expand for a moment and begin to collapse inwards with that same ripping sound; wind feeding into it; still airborne dust spiraling into it for a few seconds before it pulsed outwards again; tendrils of holy energy ripping at the air; those facing downwards leaving burnt scars in the rock,<C>
17:14:25 [-Vivi-] those facing upwards eventually dissipating. While that one was still gong off another was fired (adjusted for what would undoubtedly be Angelo's new position of course) and the same thing was done with the other hand, clench and release. It seemed the creature could keep this up for some time....
17:25:05 Gray_Hawk {And I lay a foundation.} And the Knight did change its position. From gliding along the ground itself, it did a 'jump', cape flapping and flailing behind it as it took to the air, paused, then 'jumped' again further up, finding itself stalled just for a moment while the sucking motion of the chaotic energy before it entered an expanding sort of set, letting the Knight got. Quite suddenly, the Knight did a turn, sword jutting out from its right sword, slicing into surrounding mountains about them, then kept turning, spiraling about the whole mountain top until it reached the top, the motion obvious as the already unstable mountains, due to both their antics, become less table, tot he point a simple motion and crack suddenly break off, a full circle of destruction and chaos tumbling down towards Vivi and his attacks/affects, seeking to smash and obviously bury the beast and its attacks under the rubble and leave the Knight floating amongst the sky but very much aware-
17:25:22 Gray_Hawk - and alert, swinging his sword from left to right, the very motion itself oddly enough creating a full blown moving light blue colored after image of the blade which spun like a boomerang (minus the coming back portion) and straight toward a mountain far off but not in the battleground before them. There it would suddenly vanish into the mentioned mountain but not come out the other way, no for now it sunk towards the center, stopping once there and, for those who could somehow see its motions hidden in the mountain, turn upright and began a strangely slow yet quick process of 'crushing' the rocks before it. To what end and reason one couldnt say, but it was what it was and it was there, just like Vivi, just like the flying knight. {The Knight: 0.}
17:36:24 -Vivi- lifted both hands skywards as the mountain began to come down on it, seemingly accepting its fate. It was rapidly buried under rock, dust, and dirt. For a moment that was it....but then there was that ripping sound again, in slight stereo, and the rocks began to move again; dust quickly being sucked between gaps in them. Angelo'd have to be pretty dense to not expect what came next, given what the first two balls had done. What he might not be ready for is the difference in scale however – absorbing solid rock and converting it back to energy was a lot different than taking air and dust and doing the same. It was nearly as bright as when it had emerged from the sewer initially, what was left of the top of the mountain was engulfed; even in the desert several long, thick black glass scars were left behind; the ball of squirming energy tendrils was for a moment several hundred yards across, dissipating with a fading light. The creature, for its part, was absolutely obscured by spiraling black-red mist <C>
17:40:22 [-Vivi-] For a moment, but as it lowered its arms the mist lowered from its upper body as well. It spoke; the traces of the prior voice still there but muffled, almost filtered by the body, coming from a great distance and turned into common. ”More.” was all it said, greedily, hungrily. It seemed to be actually enjoying this.
17:53:30 Gray_Hawk {The Glass mountain} Dense indeed, but luckily each action, as inhibiting as they seemed, had a reason, even if they seemed to power Vivi. That said, the Knight moved while in the air, the cape behind it flowing as it glided off to the side, moving towards but not in the direction of the mountain its after-image 'blade' had sunk into, but before it, careful to avoid the holy chaotic energy seemingly growing bigger, stronger, and more tenacious with every action taken. A simply motion was taken by the knight though, a grip on the handle of its blade became 'firm' and quite suddenly there was a distinct sharp loud cracking sound not even in the general area, but a distance away, behind the Knight, from the mountain it embedded the 'blade' into and if one looked, they'd be able to see, through crushing force and concentration, through power that simply pushed the Earth to become sand then followed through, the mountain itself was turned to glass, from the top to the bottom. There-
17:53:39 Gray_Hawk -one could clearly see the 'blade' the Knight had swung before, for a moment, before it suddenly 'shattered' and vanished, a pause given before the glass suddenly shattered as well, all of it seemingly falling to the ground before each 'piece' of said mountain literally paused then flung themselves into the air. These 'pieces', numbering in the thousands, possibly tens of thousands, were shaped as a Octahedron, each one was colored a shade of light purple and if one had really good eyes, they could see in the very center there was a small light purple 'piece' there. Each of these Octahedrons moved up into the sky, above the Knight, much further, forming a large circle above him and having each of their bottom end point downward, their target clear. A thunderous sound would be heard as the Octahedrons shone overhead and suddenly, each one of the thousands of them glowed the purple hue that encompassed them, the bottom tips specifically until finally, a crack was heard and from-
17:53:46 Gray_Hawk - each of the thousands flew fourth, lighting the air in their wake aflame from the pure heat, lightning like bolts on the very spot Vivi and his chaos corrupted spot encompassed, hurtling down until they plummeted upon the ground, each one exploding and tearing and turning the area they hit to glass as they did, the effects very much catastrophic and brutal, but still, the Knight (weary and swaying side to side just in case of course) floated above head and...watched, simply watched as the legion of 'glass' Octahedrons spun in the sky, 'recharging'. {The Knight: 0}
18:13:33 -Vivi- was laughing of all things when the next attack came – it saw what happened to the mountain, could not help but feel the gathering energy; and then the man unleashed hell on a massive scale. It was wonderful; it could feel the earth being torn apart around it; feel its own body ripped to shreds. It could, most importantly, taste the sheer deliciousness of the overkill the man had unleashed; not to just destroy it, but so much around it. It also realized something; the man was either ignorant or a fool. As the things recharged; the black – red mist condensed into the same body again, spiraling, weaving into it, save now there was more of that stuff left over than before, and more of it was in fact forming at the mountain he'd ripped from nature for his crystalline attack. It mocked cracking its neck and flexed its hand ”So where did you get that foolish idea anyways? I may have to burn a library” it stated simply. It no longer believed the man was necessarily the one to come up with it, not w
18:11:17 [-Vivi-] to be beheaded in lieu of the sergeant that gave the order with full knowledge, after all. It'd be perfectly happy killing the man either way, but it'd prefer to know the real source of this insult. In the meantime it hardly wanted the actions to stop, of course, so it flew towards the man, attempting to claw at him again and again and again; starting a relentless series of attacks he'd have to seriously distract or dissuade the thing from pushing.
18:22:37 Gray_Hawk {Egg.} The Knight didnt talk, it simply acted. Vivi came and though it realized it needed to keep distance, it did so in an odd way. When Vivi came, it moved just out of distance (careful, as it was clear Vivi could extend its 'arms' to attack further) then swung the blade towards the metal section of the hand, never the area inbetween. A fool it might be, but it seemed to know a thing or two, possibly. Hands cut or not, the knight played keep away, all the while the Octahedrons above suddenly cracked, the glass falling from the sky all about the two, pelting off the knight and fallling towards the ground, but something happened, those small 'pieces' mentioned earlier in the Octahedrons stayed afloat and with small pops and cracks, other lightning bolts were formed, but instead of being aimed at the Chaos Embodiment, they were aiming at each other, one after the next, snap and the pieces were connected, until there seemed to be a web of lightning very all about the sky, miles wide and visible from-
18:22:45 Gray_Hawk -miles away, but it did nothing, simply sat and...that was it, all the while The Knight and Vivi 'danced' in the sky, or so one would assume..curious. {The Knight: 0}
18:38:16 -Vivi- didn't stop, the lightening was not enough to dissuade him; though this constant game of dodging was getting boring, it didn't much care for it. It changed tactics; one of its hands was cut in half from the back of the palm to the front; the other spontaneously split after that, all four fired reddish-black beams of energy at Angelo, starting slightly away from him and moving in towards his center mass, aiming to at least see what impact his attacks would have on that armor. It didn't care about what was going on above, it cared about being engaged at this point; it cared about getting more. Hunger and greed; not really any different then its second in command in that regard.
18:50:07 Gray_Hawk {The Dragon.} Finally, an actual hit on Vivis part. The chaos beams were sudden, the Knight was focused on slicing and keeping those hands away and it cost him in the form of getting blasted by the beams, right in the chest. This made the gliding/floating knight hurl backwards from it, keeping a firm grip on its sword but it flew and flew until its non-sword bearing hand clenched into a fist and through sheer will alone, it manged to turn from the beam (unless it was one of those malleable controlled beams, might have problems there) into the sky, still floating but shuttering and floating in place for a second. The 'plate' on its chest was gone, replaced by a constant glowing stream of the same silvery glowing liquid that was seeping out of The Knights left hand, said liquid now drenching the knight from chest to legs, but still it kept on 'breathes', metallic and raspy could be heard, but that was it...and the knight swung its sword in the same motion from before. The same wind like-
18:50:18 Gray_Hawk - attack would be initiated, seeking to bash into Vivi and if not hurt it, hurl it like its beams had done to it. Meanwhile, overhead, the electrical web moved after a period of time, condensing yet at the same time extending from where it stood the 'pieces' coming together in a sudden quick motion and if one listened, a sort of 'roar' could be heard as, of all things, a head sprouted from the top of the meshed together 'lightning', one shaped with horns and electrical fangs, a dragons 'head' followed by a large dragon body. The thing 'roared' again, peered down at the knight then Vivi, 'growled' and seemed to move, but stopped, something willing it not to move so it didnt, its electrical body hovering, sporadic, but staying in place as commanded as it just watched the two go at it...and yet it felt itself slowly change as it did, interesting. {The Knight: 0}
19:01:29 -Vivi- tilted its head at the man before him. ”Mm. All dodge and no fight and it doesn't work out for you anyways? Disappointing” its tone doesn't change, it doesn’t even skip a beat as its smashed by the wind mid-sentence. It sighed heavily ”Its really no fun when you do that. Why don't we end this? You lay down and die and I don't start wondering why we're doing this all the way out here instead of at your agency? I would keep you longer but, well, you're not a toy like so many of the others. I have a goal. Since you won't answer my first question, there's no reason to delay it.” true, it wanted more; but it wanted it from people who stood their grounds and fought it. It was a fools game if one expected to win, sure, but it was often entertaining enough where it threw fights just the same. Why wouldn't it? It cared little for victory in most cases. This wasn't one of those cases.
19:12:38 Gray_Hawk {Penance, thy name is Order.} It heard, but suddenly, The Knight flew up towards the sky, towards the dragon. In that quick snap motion, and with the time alotted, one could see the dragon had changed entirely. No longer was it the sporadic jittery thing when it was 'made of lightning', not, it was completely smooth and its color had changed from that of a light blinding purple to a white with gold lining. Once close enough, the blade of The Knight would sink into the still 'dragon', The Knight turning towards Vivi and in that moment swinging the blade. From that point the 'dragon' soundlessly flowed from the sky down towards Vivi and here, one has to assume a few things; A, Vivi might or might not feel the powers of chaos about him, about the land they had been fighting on, seemingly fighting against something or outright dissipating as the 'dragon' neared, the closer it got the more the feeling/possible happenstance would occur, and to put it bluntly, the dragon had been-
19:12:49 Gray_Hawk -changed. From a massive thing of destructive lightning to a blast, a small gathering of Order itself, the exact opposite of chaos. The Knight wasnt a fool, it knew it couldnt outright destroy Vivi, that'd (I assume) involve destroying the motion of chaos itself, but with this attack, this carefully planned and laid out thing, mayhaps it could cut into it for once, perhaps hurt Vivi on a small but painful scale, and perhaps, just once say fuck it to chaos and make it bleed in a way that wouldnt affect itself, nothing more. Why didnt he do this sooner? Well for one, such a conversion and concentration takes a bit to do, and second, he wanted Vivi to affect the area, become bigger and stronger that way, in case Vivi did legitimately not want to be hit by such a thing (or maybe it did, never know, this was taken into consideration to), and for once move from it, but now? When such chaotic influence was within the area? If anything, it (might) elliminate the power Vivi had made-
19:12:56 Gray_Hawk -for itself, might make it weak, weak enough for many a thing but assumptions are assumptions, destruction, weakness, the Knight didnt know but it had to try, for the sake of others and itself. {The Knight: 0}
19:28:14 -Vivi- shook its head impatiently as the dragon drew near ”As you wish; the painful way.” it stated simply. Yes, it could feel what was happening, and already it was gathering itself, the black-red mist feeding rapidly into the being, perhaps for some kind of defense, sucking up into it so rapidly it was gone before the dragon was even a quarter of the way there; absorbed into the thing and focused. It lifted its hand and put its middle and thumb together. ”Just remember you chose their suffering.” It snapped its fingers. Angelo might survive what happened next, but there were few ways to escape it at that distance; it had converted what it had from chaos energy, even that which made up its body; into various random energies; fire, lightening, holy energy, and various other forms compressed into a ball about the size of a baseball. Or at least it was, for a second. The resulting explosion was horrendous; if the dragon could stop it would have a harder time doing so; the conversion had been <C>
19:28:20 [-Vivi-] absolute, they were no longer polar opposites that would cancel on impact. The message might be lost on Angelo, but maybe not; 'not even man-made order will stop me from my warpath'
19:35:31 Gray_Hawk {And a Crash.} And what could something of order do when faced with elements not to? Make it more orderly? More obtuse and helpful? What good would that do? None, it'd make it worse. The dragon fell, impacting the ground and doing nothing, perhaps destroy lingering senses of chaos Vivi held in the area or didnt absorb, but that was debatable. The Knight? It flew, from point A in the sky to point B to the ground, impacting with a loud crash and sitting in a crater. What once beheld complete armor was now barren from the torso, the 'armor' boots and arms remaining, as did the gold sword, but the ten foot height was lost to the Knight, and thus Angelo was revealed, covered in the silverish glowing substance from the top of his head down to the sections of his legs not covered in the armor, sword held tightly in hand until a metallic cough could be heard and the substance left Angelos mouth and he breathed metallic sounding gasps as the 'substance', his blood changed just-
19:35:40 Gray_Hawk - leaked out, barely able to stand with his knees bent and he couldnt move. {The Knight: 0}