Angelo vs Arcerion

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(Two of Five 'Final Fights' I intended for Angelo....was quite the doozy.)

18:38:24 Gray_Hawk {Under the Sky of War.} The Arena, a place inhibited by people who radiated the very essence of battle, honor, factions, and death. One such person amongst the seats of the Arena knew all those things almost to heard, especially death itself, having been the dealer and receiver of such thing in these very sands. His name was Angelo Aaron Zerephan the first, and he was simply looking out, reminiscing to himself. “To think I died here and yet I still love it, can still call it a second home...” The man sighed, suddenly turned to rest his back against the Arenas Metal guard rail, eyes looking up at the cloudless sky. On his person was the mighty six shooter magnum known as Grantslaer, holstered on his right hip. On his left hip was the oversized desert eagle looking clip based gun known as history, and behind his left side, strapped to his tan leather belt was a goldish bronze colored bladeless cutlass like sword hilt. Along his right shoulder going down to his left hip (under the mentioned belt) was-
18:38:28 Gray_Hawk -a leather strep of sorts, having leather 'holders' which contained metal can shaped like items in them. Situated along his back, just to the side of the bladeless cutlass was three bullet clips and beside those was a strage leather box. “...Yet here I stand, near the valley of death, and you are the possible doorman to pull me through, I have to know, Arcerion, did you ever expect us to battle in the time we've known each other?” His sights were ahead but he wasnt sure where the Shuinsai would make himself known, but he knew he'd be there. There was an air of laxness about Angelo, and he was smiling but one could tell, feel it, he was fucking anxios and nervous to his wits end. Regardless, he knew what he was here for despite his calm disposition, and as a result, even beforehand, to be careful to, his mental energies gathered and prepared for war. {Perceived Will: Activating, Base format.}

19:08:04 Arcerion had been fickle about his presence in the realm of late. Things had come to a standstill as far as his plans went, so his agitation was at an all time high. In the upper echelons of the stands he sembled his being from the dust and bone that washed through this arena. Standing and moving with long perfectly balanced strides along the tops of chairs. Each step of his was an affront to stealth, a whispering chime of metal on metal with every step he took. A discordant whistle against the rythem of his own steps. The tall man was clothed not in his usual business mans garb. Save for the pure white of his long coat, he was wearing what one might consider comfortable garb for a desert. At either hip hung a long sword without a hand guard upon it. He cast no shadow despite whatever light the arena may provide. He seemingly radiated light to cast those things away from him. He would take a small hop and land expertly upon the railing, crouching and perching like a bird of prey near the form of Angelo. -
19:08:28 Arcerion -"I expected it much sooner, and for better reasoning. We shall see where this bloodshed takes us. I anticipate it to be very interesting. Do me the favor of not disappointing." Without much more need to talk, unless Angelo so wished to try and talk his way out of their preordained conflict, the seven foot tall man would leap down into the pit, land once more in a crouch before standing fully and confidently. Flaring a small bit of his own races inate power he would jab a pointed finger into the air, producing a black speck. This would race around his being, and begin the processes which had been assigned to it. Take the dust and other miniscule objects in the area, and break them down, turn them into magical power. Taking another moment while each prepared themselves he would stretch his limbs, the sound of metal clacking and clanking as multiple ebon chains fell from his back and landed upon the ground behind him, writhing in a blood lust he'd instilled in them once they were unleashed.-
19:08:30 Arcerion -"Are there any rules my target wishes to place. After all, I shall give someone who would be Shadows Knight a bit of respect." His grin was malicious showing those sharpened teeth, almost mocking. The long wide sleeves of his coat seeming to writhe as he prepared himself, clearly not all of his chains were behind hiim. If Angelo spoke of any rules Arc would of course give his denial or awknowledgement of them. Then the fun could truely begin.
19:18:50 Gray_Hawk {Consolidated.} Angelos head tilting up, listening and watching as Arcerion jumped down to the rail, spoke then hopped into the Arena. He waited for a minute, brow raising at the spotting of the chains, something he, given the damn noises seemingly constantly about the Shuinsai, he suspected was such before sighing and vaulting over the guard himself, landing on his feet, rising, looking to each of his hips where his guns sat. “The same ones that I specified when we spoke of the matter, just you versus me, I'm not a fool to think you wont try to kill me even if I asked you to, you're to ambitious to play to that rule completely.” He exhaled a breath of air, and in a quick practiced motion, his left hand reached and drew fourth the mighty six shooter magnum known as Grantslayer from its holster, his right hand doing the same with the oversized desert eagle like weapon known as History. Grantslayer was pointed out towards Arcerion while History oddly enough was reared-
19:18:58 Gray_Hawk - back, closer to Angelos frame. He knew Arcerion could take a bullet, thus the lack of 'no ranged weapons' rule or such things. And with another simple exhale of breath, the battle would begin with Grantslayers trigger being pulled. A sound akin to artillery thundered through the Arena was heard as the thick bullet flew out the chamber and towards Arcerion, said bullet being completely silver colored and rather smoth. A grenade round, powerful, basic, and simple. He didnt expect it to hit, and even if it did, it would not be enough to even hinder the Shuinsai before him, but that was ok, he was expecting a long war and he had somewhat planned for it ahead of time. Mental energies danced, gathering for the first part of this plan, as simply as it was. {Perceived Will: 1, Base Format}

19:38:45 Arcerion watched heard him. It was simple, just as he craved, their own plans could come to fruition later on, whoever fate decided would win. As soon as he saw the weapons drawn Arcerion would begin to move at a running pace to his immediate left. A moving target was much harder to hit than a target that was standing still. Despite his need to keep a watch on his footing, his eyes were all upon Angelo and his guns. Looking for that tell of a man sucking in breath or focusing just a bit more before he would fire. Once it was seen he would skid to a stop in his tracks and his chains within his sleeve would manifest swirling together to combine their power into a single massive tower shield, used to tank the blast of the grenade round on his left arm. He had not been expecting such a round to begin with, but he wouldn't let the dust that would be kicked up around his form go to waist. Retracting more of his chains from the ground he would within the dust storm forcibly and rapidly mortify his own flesh until-
19:38:54 Arcerion -it was nothing but dust in the wind around him from the explosion. The chains that had been retracted would be used to hold up his shield on the bones which remained. While the dust cloud was still active he would sniff quickly, determining Angelo's current location and withdraw from it's sheath the blade on his right hip from its sheath. Hurling it towards the Zerephan with enough force to send it rocketing towards him and possibly through his gut. After all while his sense of smell was his best sense, exact location of the head would be hard to do in this dust, so he would opt for the biggest mass of the target. If Angelo was hit by the blade, it would hopefully lodge in his gut and go it's full three foot blade length into his body. With no guard to stop it, it very well may go all the way through. If he dodged it however, the blade would find itself stuck into the wall. With the dust now disipating Arcerion would withdraw his other blade, holding it in a defensive formation with his right hand.-
19:39:08 Arcerion -The power that the small black dot that danced around him half-seen was being siphoned into other things as quickly as it was made. The air about him seeming to thrum with raw power.

19:51:35 Gray_Hawk {Zerephan Will, Pt. 1} He saw the shield form upon Arcerion, having not moved after pulling the trigger, only to find him hidden behind the dust of the explosion. Suspected abilities of Arcerion, physically at least, had been deduced beforehand, the man in question was a noted hunter, an inhuman hunger, which meant he didnt always need his eyes, which was why Angelo had a specific gun round for that, but he would not put it into play, yet. Rather, the Confederate would exhale again and at that moment let the mental energies he had been gather be put into play. There was not much of a change, for good reason; the 'change' was internally. The mental energies spread throughout his body, enhancing his muscle and bone system as well as the endurance/heart beat rate of his heart to support such things. For his 'senses', a 'round' of will was not needed as such a thing started at the mind and thus as they 'traveled' through the body, they left enough behind just to enhance the senses of the-
19:51:43 Gray_Hawk - brain (sights, scent, hearing, amongst the others), all this resulting in a simple physical change itself; Angelos skin color paling and his brown eyes taking on an orangish color. Regardless, an effect of this 'Perceived Empowerment' format would be put into play as Angelo stood then suddenly, just as the sword was launched, was off three feet to his right, the sheer speed the Zerephan used in that little plot of seconds showing that specific trait his current power gave him. Another of these would be put into play, albeit more physically; Angelo would just History forward from his right side and pull the trigger a loud blam, not on the levels of Grantslayer, but loud enough being let lose as the hollow .50 caliber handgun round flew through the air, leaving a visible stream of air in its wake as it flew through the air and sought to embed into the form of Arcerion. Along with his body, the 'Perceived Empowerment' also added an effect of more speed and a bit more force to Angelos guns when-
19:51:55 Gray_Hawk - he held them in hand, this added with the 'heightened' sight made a formidable weapon in most cases, even with normal bullets but Angelo was not cocky in the slightest. Hit or miss the Confederate would be moving after shooting, warry of the blade Arcerion shot at him, in case it had intent of its own but never letting his sights leave the spot he last 'saw'/heard Arcerion in, mental energies slowed for the moment but swiftly getting back together. {Perceived Will: 0, Empowerment Format

20:18:23 Arcerion knew the blade missed by the sound that it made upon the wall. His grin hidden behind his shield, though that meant that the Zerephan had shifted away. He sniffed once more to gain an idea of where he was, and would thusly shift to bring his tower shield to be in front of him and block whatever was oncoming. The dust now all but gone as the bullet would strike his shield. High caliber though it was, the ebon steel of his shield was the kind of stuff which normal bullets would not penetrate. Especially not a hollow point bullet whose purpose was the ripping and shredding of flesh, as opposed to piercing armor. Though the kinetic force would in fact send him back a few inches as his boots dug into the ground. Were he not modifying his own shield arm through his chains, a bruise on his arm would be the least of his concerns, mayhaps even a broken bone may of come from the concusive force. He scented once more, locked upon his target and bent his legs. Exerting a massive push of his legs inhuman-
20:18:26 Arcerion -strides coupled with his own warrior trained reflexes would have him rushing towards the Zerephan, a trail of dust following in his wake. His shield was out in front to protect him from what might come. If he managed to make it towards his target, in the two or three seconds it would take to cross the large distance, his intention would be simple. To smash his shield against the mans body with the force of a fast moving car. Send him flying and reeling into a wall, stunned and useless. The dust would catch up with him in no time at all. The very nature of his run should of had it kicked up behind him and blowing behind him, but he had decided to use some of his own magical prowess to force it to come up behind them maybe a second after he would of struck Angelo. Thusly obscuring not only himself but Angelo as well. The dust that was filled with the blood and bone of thousands of fallen warriors over the arena's life span.

20:28:10 Gray_Hawk {To dust.} Arcerion came, it was expected, what wasnt expected was that dust following him which might have been an annoyance in time, but during the rush? That was debatable. Arcerions rush also revealed he had a shield which Changed Angelos current playing game. His feet braced and when Angelo felt Arcerion was at a point of no return, he vaulted to the side Arcerions Shield was simply moving out of the way with that enhanced speed of his (which was now revealed if it wasnt before), hoping the momentum at that point was to much for Arcerion to change his line of moving. If this was to occur (or not, it might not of mattered given Angelo wasnt stopping in his movements) Angelo would keep moving, weary of that dust 'following' Arcerion but hoping, in the moment, he would at least be able to see the back of Arcerion whereas he would pull the trigger twice, one bullet meant to lodge into the side of Arcerion close to the shield, the other above that and towards-
20:28:17 Gray_Hawk - the opposing back shoulder, a small purpose behind this as he was hoping his first bullet would draw the shields attention towards that specific part of Arcerion closer to it, the second meaning to attack a place hopefully the shield couldnt reach but Angelo wasnt counting on it as he kept moving, hopfully finding a end to that dust cloud (as he was wary of Shenanigans something that Arcerion was manipulating) and move past it altogether, the hammer of Grantslayer being pulled back and getting ready for the next part as Angelo kept moving and gather mental energies within him. {Perceived Will: 1, Empowerment Format}

20:52:49 Arcerion speed for speed they would seem matched, though Angelo had the advantage of seeing Arcerion charge him. Thusly allowing him to dodge the shield bash that would of sent him flying. The dust catching up with him had the the unique property of having a few motes of his own flesh sent into it to allow him a more dynamic view of their battle field. However he would not have this benefit for a brief moment when it would be key to him. So it was with luck that he would swing his shield instead of forward in a full ninety degree arc with with his left arm. The first bullet would strike the shield he wielded full on, sending him back a few key inches. Though the next bullet would find its place in his body, though not exactly where he may of wished it. In the lower end of his shield arm, the same arm that he had mortified the flesh off of. The hollow point bullet would enter cloth and shatter upon bone and metal. Though it was a direct hit, Angelo had almost no way of knowing given his shield and clothing-
20:53:06 Arcerion -covered his arm, that this side of him was decrpit as a skeleton and animated completely by the will of his chains. Then he ran through the dust, and Arcerion was keenly aware of his every movement. With the quickness of a passing thought, the morified flesh he'd sent into the arena would semble into limbs wielding great stone and steel weapons. Aiming to cut at ligaments, some grasping at legs and trying force a stumble. They moved with the quickness of their master, for it was also a part of him. Aiming for achiles tendon and those which controlled other muscular movements. Precise in their surgery of Angelo, should he take the beating that the half-sembled cloud of dust had in store for him, he would be left a bleeding mass of meat that would still be alive, but with major tendons cut to the point of being useless. This would undoubtably slow down his progression through the dust storm, as he was attacked on all fronts. And with Arcs own senses now expanded to know exactly where his opponenet-
20:53:09 Arcerion -was, he would turn to face the Zerephan. Gathering will and Energy, he clapped the tower shield down upon the ground twice to declare where he was, should the gunslinger actually be capable of raising a weapon to him after what he had passed through.

21:07:55 Gray_Hawk {The luck of dust.} He had entered the cloud against his own whim see as it moved with Arc and though he kept his distance it seemed to move to him. He kept moving regardless, thinking if he moved fast enough he'd be able to get the hell out before something happened but a sudden sense of cold pain shot up his leg and he looked down. There, just having barely missed cutting through the side was a rotting limb of sorts sprouting from the ground and though it had missed a lot of meet from the back of his leg, it managed to slice the very end making him bleed. Angelo knew what was coming at that point and it made his teeth grit as he kept moving, nearly dodging an arm there, kicking one right out of the ground with his enhanced strength (another add on to the Spiritual Empowerment) and dodging others until finally, with a big breath of air his knees curled and he put into jumping when he reached the far opposing side of the cloud. He was hoping to clear it altogether, having his frame-
21:08:03 Gray_Hawk -burst from out of it and with Grantslayer aimed in the direction of Arc, to which, if/when he saw him (if he managed to get the hell out of the dust cloud), he'd pull the trigger of Grantslayer, another loud artillery sound was heard as a bronze bodies purple tipped bullet blew fourth and intended to slam with unnatural accuracy (if it did so, in part of the Enhancement) into Arcerion or shield. For once it did not matter on Angelos part as the large bullet (which was double the force then usual which was A LOT), whether it hit Arcerion or not would burst into a large light purple cloud upon impact with something, the cloud itself containing chemicals that'd spread about the air (hopefully around Arcerion) and dull both the muscles of the body and senses. Angelo wasnt ignorant however, he was aware such a 'chemical attack' might not work, but if it did, he was hoping the attack on his body and senses would send Arc haywire for a good time or just enough for him to land on his feet outside the dust cloud.
21:08:10 Gray_Hawk -If such thing were conveyed, he had History up near his side aiming towards the Shuinsai as he fell, adjusting as he went while his sights were slightly towards the lower point, enough to see shenanigans but also to see whether he landed outside of inside the dust again, mental energies still gathering despite it all. {Perceived Will: 2, Empowerment Format.}

21:27:54 Arcerion could feel as every limb attacked at Angelo within the dust cloud, would adjust himself as he needed too, to be fully blocking the ways that he might attack the Exercion. Limbs were not limited to simply coming from the ground but manifesting in the air of the dust and disipating just as quickly and easily once attacked. They had no stamina for an attack to speak of, but they hit hard. As the being jumped up many would attempt to intercept him, grab him and throw him back towards the earth. If they were successful Angelo would find himself pummeled as was his original intent. But as he was aware of all goings on in the dust cloud, he was aware of his jumps exact trajectory and if he broke through the cloud, Arc would throw up a dagger using one of his chains skyward. The force which he put behind it would easily surpass Angelos own speed, rising skyward as the steel would call to one of its own runed kindred. The rote always called for calling to the farthest away blade which held those same runes.-
21:28:04 Arcerion -The magic he'd gathered being expended once more in a brief flash that moved almost faster than one might be able to think, as the blade he'd embeded in the wall moments ago and the dagger now called to one another. Enacting a closed circuit, intending to take out whatever living matter was between them. In this case Angelo. The lightning would aim to intercept him mid-air. Enough voltage and power going through it to burn flesh and cause a cardiac arrest that could be deadly if not treated. Of course the fact that Angelo held on him metal from his guns and other things would not help but attract the electricity to him. Though it would come a second too late as the next shot of grantslayer was given. Arc raised his shield in time to block, and though the massive concussive force would knock him back, the chemical warfare angelo had loaded himself up with would in fact wreak havoc upon his sense of smell. Though certainly not to the extent that Angelo so wished, it basically would make it so he-
21:28:23 Arcerion -could only focus on things with his sense of smell within a very close proximity. Now hiding behind his shield, Arcerion would take in a deep breath and begin to move towards his dust cloud, to hide himself and keep the chemical agent out of his own realm of influence. This is of course assuming that Angelo managed to break free of the top of the dust cloud as he'd intended and that the corpse hands did not stop him in his tracks.

21:43:27 Gray_Hawk {Workings.} The dust manipulation was expected on certain grounds, moreso then before. Angelo suspected it was a borrowed technique from Arcerions 'brother' so to speak and so he had been tensed even while jumping, a few blams leaving History as bullets were shot fourth, aimed at each hand in a way to leave and opening and out he would be from the dust cloud, eyes on Arcerion and his attack, which he also suspected would come. What to do when something quicker was coming at him though? Use something quicker and forceful in its own right. This would come in the form of a bullet, an enhanced bullet from history. Normally such a thing would be an odd shot, and not so well to do when jumping but as his on spot Grantslayer shot proved, his eyes werent exactly normal, they could see and pinpoint and aim for things from a distance at better accuracies then normally possible and this came into play each time he shot.. It'd be foolish to say a single enhanced bullet-
21:43:36 Gray_Hawk - would be enough to break or set the blade of course completely, but Angelo wasnt looking for that, if(/when) the bullet hit the blade, Angelo was gunning the very force and speed of it would send it off course or hell, if his luck was high, even crack it to a non working point, however he wasnt expecting such but if it at least set the course off from its original intent, surely his landing point would be outside the cloud and Arc would find his sense of smell dulled to an extent, much to the upper hand of Angelo who while on the way done had let lose one of the grenades he had on his leather strap, turning and kicking it towards the logical area Arc would move into his cloud of 'influence', said kick having enhanced strength as it did so, the grenade seeking to land somewhere on the closest side Angelo thought Arc was in and explode in a small force of strength and a blindingly white light which Angelo was hoping to use to aim history and shoot the last bullet in that clip at Arcerion but not-
21:43:44 Gray_Hawk -everything was expected to be perfect, thus Angelo continued concentrating, continued thinking and kept safe distance from the cloud. {Perceived Will: 3, Empowerment Format}

22:06:26 Arcerion the little bit of time that Angelo had spent in the dust cloud would of given Arc more knowledge about his own limits and speed and power. Unless he enhanced himself again, Arc would now know how to fight on an even playing field with the Gunslinger. As he destroyed more of the mortified flesh and undead which wished to lock him down, he may notice that every hit had them dusting and then reforming. After all the arena had a near limitless supply of dead which he could theoretically pull from. As he exited the dust cloud, the being would cease forming and the dagger was struck by history. Though certainly not destroyed, it was sent careening at a higher and more off course trajectory than originally intended. However none of this changed where the lightning would be headed. The lightning would still most likely intercept angelo in mid-air, though its effects would certainly be lessened. Muscle contractions would not be uncommon, though a heart arythmia may be the best he could hope for as the-
22:06:33 Arcerion -electricity was dispersed over a longer field. Assuming that the grenade still came into play, it would get only a few feet towards Arcerion, before a hand wielding a great sword like a bat would materialize and swipe it back out. Depending on when its timer was intended to go off the explosion may hit the very edge of the cloud (nowhere near enough to Arc to cause any damage) or maybe even be sent sailing back to its original thrower. Before Angelo would have a chance to react to the grenade coming back out and the explosion that would no doubt deafen the both of them, and maybe even blind him, Arc would turn hsi shield on its side, so that the full seven foot length of the tower shield was pointing outwards. His mind full of calculations that were performed in miliseconds his warrior instinct told him where Angelo was roughly, though not how far away he was. He pushed with all his might in his shield arm, his shield a mass of ebon steel flying out to collide with Angelo at speeds that it had been-
22:06:59 Arcerion -before in the original shield charge. Hopeing that the disorder of the grenades explosion, along with the possibility of the muscle contractions and pain of electricity coursing through his body, would catch him off guard and have the shield slam into him. The lengths of the chains of course would extend off of each other. Even in the pit of the arena they would reach to the wall. If Angelo was hit with the shield he would find himself pressed against the wall with the shield on top of him, pressing hard enough to break every rib in his chest.

22:23:56 Gray_Hawk {Almost then...} Angelo was getting close, he could feel it, even with the damage he just took. Teeth were clenched as the lightning struck his form, smoke forming from it as a result from it as he landed much like he intended to, that Empowerment saving him at the moment and making his grenade hurl that much possible as it was more durable, especially with a weakened attack. He was still standing and his ear twitched as he heard a metal sound then another, as the grenade, unknown to him came flying out, exploding at the mark Arc mentioned, much to Angelos annoyance. It wasnt the most highly light thing, it was mostly meant to just get the outline of Arc in the dust so he could get a shot, and at that moment said dust saved him from tremendous eye damage as the light was mostly engulfed by it while the rest made him squint a bit. Huffing, Angelo twitched his hears, listening to things that sounded out of the ordinary, hammer of Grantslayer being pulled back as he did, finding his-
22:24:08 Gray_Hawk -body slowed for the moment, a tad bit, even with the enhancement due to the lightning but forming an idea in mind as his ears twitched and he heard the familiar sound of Arcerion rushing towards him again with that damn shield, Angelo inhaling a breadth of air and half exhaling half sucking on his teeth in pain (from the cut and lightning) as he pushed off his feet and did a simple hop towards his left (which was the side Arcerion didnt hold his shield), the trigger of Grantslayer pulled just after but instead of being aimed at Arcerion it was aimed in front of him and towards the ground in front were hopefully he wouldnt see it and hopefully, if his momentum stopped him from completely putting the shield down, the second of two grenade rounds would connect and blow up right in front of his legs and send him spinning forward with his shield. Regardless, the action left Angelo panting and wincing from it all, apparently losing steam as one orange eye, and yet he was getting that much-
22:24:15 Gray_Hawk - closer, as stated before, just one more.... {Perceived Will: 4, Empowerment Format}

22:45:43 Arcerion Angelo would miss his target, well not the ground, but the ground near Arcerion given where he was aiming. For while his reaction time may of sped up along with his speed, it would seem that his perception had not. As mentioned before the shield was not only moved to a horizontal way to make it harder to avoid, so that simple hop would have to be at least a good three and a half foot hop away from the center of mass of the shield to fully avoid it. He had somehow not noticed that the towering Exercion was not in fact behind the shield, only the mass of chains that extended it. Arcerion had literally thrown his shield at the man, and used his chains to propel it forward as mentioned before. Therefore the shots would ring out just as the mass of chains was passing him. While the dust could be considered to be Arcerion, the chains were just as much him. Pain could be processed through them, and was, though pain was something he was familiar with. After all, he had mortified his own flesh. Once the-
22:45:49 Arcerion -Once the explosive grant slayer went off, Arc knew exactly where his target was. And though the shield could not stop, his arm could still move of its own mass of power. Pulling more upon the black spot which sucked up the energy and power around him, broke it down into its most base components for use, he would augment his own strength to be five fold what it had been, matching Angelo's own before. Whipping his left arm to his own right, the mass of chains would follow intending to smack into Angelo's side should he of avoided the initial shield attack. Using the augmented strength he would withdraw the shield with just as much force after it had scraped along the sides of the arenas walls. Giving Angelo little to no time to think after the initial assault of chains to his side. The shield would come from behind, molding itself inwards like a reverse snowplow, with the intent of catching Angelo within it's grasp and bringing him towards the dust cloud and thusly Arcerion himself. There were risks-
22:46:09 Arcerion -involved in this, the countless dead would semble in front of Arc to take whatever blasts Grantslayer and history may have for them. Any that didn't get hit would of course aim to attack the man as he would be pulled almost helplessly towards Arcerion if all went as he planned. If this was the case, they would be within feet of each other within seconds, and Arcerion waited with his blade, intending to drive it deep inside of Angelo's gut, and then twist so the blade would be horizontal and then use that enhanced strength of his to pull sideways and sevre his spine at the vertebrae which in most humans controlled leg movement.

21:56:46 Gray_Hawk {Zerephan Will, Pt. 2} “Shit.” Angelo said, how the fuck didnt he notice...well, he really didnt have time to see who the hell was behind shield, he acted on impulse and sound and that screwed him over at this moment. The chains whipped right into his side, viciously, brutally, and in that moment blood seeped through sealed lips and cracked ribs very persistently held onto the points they were cracked, trying not to separate entirely to avoid plunging into organs and Angelo was left right open, the shield zooming into his bax and with heightened speed and strength of Arcerion the Confederate looked doomed. “No no no...Fucking no!” He almost shouted the words, a light gush of blood flowing from his mouth as he did as the shield slammed into his back, bones rattling, a few more ribs (and sections of ribs) cracking under the weight of it all, but one thing didnt occur despite the impact; Angelo didnt move. Try as Arcerion might, for that second, Angelo was unmovable a second-
21:56:54 Gray_Hawk - later, the reason most likely would become apparent as Angelo just stood there, unmoving, bleeding, ribs broken glaring in the direction at Arcerion. The shield was a shield, and a shield made by Arcerion so such a thing might not be split into pieces, but if it was just a normal sort of shield (made of chains)? It'd find itself split into four pieces via a ear splitting shrieking booming through the Arena grounds, the cause being four individual flat 'spider-leg' like appendages sticking out of Angelos shoulder blades, covered with what looked like cracks (or veins) and what appeared to be four eyes at the sharp top op of the 'limbs'. Aside from the shield, the ground and Arena stadium would be cut upon being touched by the 'limbs', said limbs, in a rickety fashion, moving and twitching and glowing orange before swooping down towards Angelo, twisting and turning and overlapping Angelo, at some point the orangish color being replaced with a glowing silverish-gray substance that made Angelo grimace-
21:57:06 Gray_Hawk - and then kneel suddenly, until the entirety of his frame was covered in the stuff and said stuff eventually stopped glowing and Angelo (unless harassed of course), would stand, his height increased by four feet (a good six foot ten now) the entirety of his body now covered in a glowing silverish-gray colored multi-segmented set of somewhat cracked armor, the source of 'sight' for the armor adorned Angelo being a helmet with a indented (and pointed) triangle topped helmet which bore a glowing orange slit. Accompanying all of this was a teal colored cape that fell from, what most call, the Knights shoulders and simply stood swaying behind the Knight. In said Knights right hand, replacing the guns (which Angelo had holstered before becoming as he was) was a completely gold colored five foot machete like sword, this made by the bladeless sword hilt Angelo had before 'changing'. Thus stood the knight, and one had to assume Arcerion at that moment, unharassed change or not, would feel a twinge-
21:57:08 Gray_Hawk -of utter Anger and perhaps a twinge of...fear? After all, the one who had goaded him and Angelo in this fight of titans had faced something like this before, and had been frozen solid by the very thing before Arcerion. Whether so or not, the Knight simply 'stared' at Arcerion, one of the 'gifts' granted to him allowed him to 'see' everything before him as it truly was, the making of the air became the tiniest specks and molecules that constituted as 'air' became clear view, as did the sand, the dust, the stone, the dim rays of the sun above, the small undead horde (I assume) Arcerion was makingall of it and one had to wonder, what exactly would Arcerion look like under such a gaze? Was it the red and rotten green or yellow orbs of hate and fear Angelo had deduced or something much worse, much more...maddening to the eye? One could only assume and think, but one could know for a fact, for the moment, the Knight just stared. {The Knight: 0, Activated}

22:21:38 Arcerion felt his chains drink in the blood, because that is what they were want to do. The form of the metal was based off the prototype which Thargor himself had pionered ages back. Malleable to hhis will, hard and immovable against others. The fact that he had taken the dread experiment farther and placed living souls of the fallen into chains made them hunger for blood to sate their eternal thirst. When the tower shield struck Angelo's back it would be as immobile as he was. Not breaking apart as was the hope, for the chains forms had coalesced into an actual shield. However Angelo would have barely the time to get his armor upon his form as those chains never stopped pulling. And if one thing would not budge then surely the other would have too. This would force Arc to come rocketing from the cloud of dust and decay, feet barely if ever touching the ground. However as the chain length lessened there would be the noticeable fact that this 'mass' had to go somewhere, so the metal would stream out behind-
22:21:42 Arcerion -him in a massive lengths of the ebon steel he loved so dearly. His sword hand was outstretched to be in front of him, diagonally set across his body so as to offer ease of movement to quickly block any attacks which might come his way. The fact that this knight now wielded a sword only made it a much smarter move on his part. His blade could be adjusted on the fly should the knights sword move to intercept him, and in fact that was his intention, to intercept the most obvious weapon with his own obvious weapon. Swords would most likely clash, and as mentioned before Arc had upped his own strength, so he would find no lack of power behind his swing when and if the blades did in fact meet. Arcerion would of come within melee distance with his target, grinning madly as he saw what he was up against. His eyes shifted down towards the right leg of the being as the shield held behind him. If the swords had met he would intend to bring that arm that held the large weapon downwards with his inhuman strength-
22:22:07 [Arcerion] -However Arc was not without his own plans. As mentioned before the chains had been fanning out behind him, growing in length and finally once enough length had been had shaping instruments of blunt force trauma onto their ends. Large maces and hammers and simple weights of enough mass that if delivered with enough force behind them would dent most armors and deliver deadly concusive force to those who resided within such armors. Now that he had come to a halt, his chains had not. Their own low level conciousness would of course force them to veer away from their master momentarily, before coming back in. Ten chains with weights and maces and hammers in tune striking at Angelo in his armor. The kinetic force behind them could be likened to a train. And yet Angelo was now stuck with the shield behind him, which had not moved. If his strength and footing held out in this form, the shield would in fact act like an Anvil, and his chained weapons like the black smiths hammer. Forging a weapon.

22:35:44 Gray_Hawk {To Eat Stars.} In a second, the fight had become a maner of unmovable object against unmovable object, for one of the other five gifts given to the Knight in this state was copious amounts of strength, which was what held him in place to begin with from being reared back. However, Arcerion would fling himself at the knight and find two of the other 'gifts' granted to him upon changing, three considering one was about to come from the blade but more on that in a second. In the time granted that Arc would fling himself at the Knight, said Knight would shift the gold colored blade it had towards its left side and in a blurred quick fashion swing it from left to right, before Arc even reached him. The very motion noted the 'gift' of speed, but the other one (outside the sword) came in the form of a milky white thin line forming in front of the Knight to which, just as Arc was near enough to thrust/swing his sword, an explosion of vicious wind would erupt and seek to bash into his frame-
22:35:52 Gray_Hawk -with tremendous force and obviously send him flying back (and if it was still up, cut through the dust and any undead remaining within it, this gift dubbed the 'wind forger', a simple motion that took time to charge but was useful in its own right as possibly demonstrated here.. This was followed by a sudden lack of feet moving off to his the Knights right, away from the shields 'grasp', almost looking like it glided (which it did, the fifth and final gift, outside of the blade, speed, wind forger, and sight, was flying itself) as it did and should those weapons of Arcerions find it in themselves to still assault him (which might be higher given the Knight might have just knocked Arc away), they'd find the speed and strength of the Knight being used against them, simple air cutting blurs that viciously bashed against each chain made weapon and most likely leaving dents as the strength granted to the knight, as said before, was immense itself. Not one to let lose the pressure, the Knight (Possibly) glided
22:36:00 Gray_Hawk -towards where it thought Arcerion was after (possibly) getting bashed by the wind forge, sword in hand and energies gathering in the form of a bright almost teal colored blue light forming at the tip of the blade. Did the somewhat warm and cozy air of the Arena become quite cold suddenly? {The Knight: 1. Wind Forge: 2 Turns}

23:16:36 Arcerion found his form halted mere feet from his prey. The force of the windforger had been enough to cancel out his own charge's forward momentum for sure, stopping Angelo from having to deal with the tall hunter in too close of quarters. Though now that they were this close again Angelo could almost certainly notice the small black dot that had been circling his form, taking in motes of dust and bone in the air, as no doubt the use of the wind forge would cause more of that to be kicked up as their opposing powers clashed. However until Angelo removed himself from the shield, the strong almost magnetic pull would keep Arcerion stationary. Both of them just out of reach of the other. Or so Angelo may hope. Those chains still came barreling down like the trains that they were. For while Arc may of been a speeding vehicle, each and every one of those chains bore the force and weight of a speeding train. Slowed though they may be with the direct opposition of the wind forge blades that would come at them, -
23:16:43 Arcerion -stopped they would not be. Though he may certainly deflect a few, it would be entirely unlikely for his form to deflect all ten at once, considering that they would be attacking from different angles and at nearly the same exact time. His dust storm behind him had since disipated and the forms of the dead lay scattered behind him as his mortified flesh continued to animate things behind them, along the walls. Now as nails were ripped froom dead fingers and scythes and knives and blades formed to scratch against the walls of the arena. Once more of note the small black dot had grown with the amount of dust that had attached to itself, swimming now visible to the naked eye, and as Arcerion stood there it would seem that light he radiated was drawing shadows from all around the arena towards him. Coalescing into a mass beyond thought or reason around him, beckoning him to become the Truth of his heritage. The Wind Forge had also had an unlikely effect of getting the chemical residue from him, now-
23:17:07 Arcerion -opening up his senses once more. He began the process of analyzing his foes new powers, to accomodate himself to it. The more the wind forge was swung the more he would feed the tiny black dot which seemed to feed infintismally. After all its very processes broke down reality on a molecular level to harness latent powers even he could not fully comprehend past shapeing them. Raising both arms with blade and shield in hand he would lower them with enough force to crack the arena's floor. Sending out his will through his focus. The first true show of force that had not been a simple subtle effect was now in place, as the ground around Angelo would not simply erupt upwards but inwards as well. Using the land around them in massive stone pillars to crush the Zerephan Knight. A tactic he'd learned from one of Angelo's former underlings. The young alchemist after all favored his geological shaping abilities. Arcerion simply took this to the next extreme. As the dome of earth would rise up, and from-
23:17:21 Arcerion -inside they would aim to crush the armor, if trapped certainly every bone in the knights body would be broken. For while metal was strong, was it not also born of the very earth which Arcerion now manipulated to his will?

23:29:16 Gray_Hawk {Hammers.} There was only one wind forge, the rest, deflecting/parrying was done by the blade itself, and though the force of the hammers/chains were tremendous in their own right, the Knights own strength, as stated before, had been heightened, as had his speed. Mind you, the blows to deflect/parry said hammers might be doing some damage, as the 'wrist' armor joints seemed to leak teal colored substances from the cracks in the arms with each blow, but that was debatable. That being said, the shield wasnt a probablem in itself as, stated before, Angelo had moved after the wind forge from before. None the less, Arcerion was tenacious and fierce as usual, pulling what Edwards was known to do on a massive scale. To try to cut a circle would be fooling, so instead, the Knight kept moving, blade jutting forward as he quickly floated forward and hurled himself into one of the stone pillars with a crash. The dome itself would not need to be delt with on part of the Knight, clearly as he had-
23:29:22 Gray_Hawk - crashed through it with his own body (which was now leaking more of that odd colored substance), and one his blade was a piece of stone itself, well over fifty feet tall and twent feet wide, which, displaying how much strength this form lent the Knight, the Knight reared back a bit, then hurled towards Arcerion, the blade staying in hand but the stone sliding off and heading towards Arc at a great (but not incredible, strength or not, huge size and weight had its faults) speed, clearly intent on crushing him if it hit. As for the Knight, rather then persue (which would be foolish given his own attack would cover Arcerions frame), he'd let himself jet up from where he floated, to the skys, ten feet up exact, tips of pointed boots facing the ground and visored eyes looking about the Arena. The knight with its Sight gift had noticed the happenings, and how they all were floating towards Arcerion. That wasnt good, but a plan was in motion and one other thing was close to being done, so warry-
23:29:29 Gray_Hawk -of viciousness on part of the Shuinsais, the Knight stood overhead, watching, gathering, the tip of his sword further engulfed by that bright blue light and, well, it went from cold to near frigid in the Arena suddenly, didnt it? {The Knight: 2. Wind Forge: 1 Turn}

23:57:59 Arcerion watched what the Knight was capable of, was that a slowing of movement with that mass of stone upon the blade? Had he found the beings limit? It was possible though he wouldn't say it was true till he tested it for himself. He had no need to be in close proximity with him, to fully unveil his presence at the moment. The stone would come towards him and Arcerion would simply stand there as it came to crush his unguarded form, save for the shield which he placed down in front of him. A single syllable uttered in his native language was the trigger that his shadows had so wished for. The power of the Cardinal who he served rushing through his body and out into his shadow, calling upon the gifts of undying progenitor of his family. The mass of writhing blackness would rise up and form into something which may of resembled a hand. Catching the chunk of stone and devouring it in mere seconds which would give the shadows all the substance they would need to act, some sort of physical anchor in the realm. -
23:58:05 Arcerion -Though he may be flying above like some self-made demi-god was he powerful enough to dodge what would be coming at him. In the blink of an eye those shadows would of closed the distance, stretching in obscene and unnatural ways. Five points coming to skewer him, those tips stretched so thin as that the bladed ends would be atoms wide. Able to pierce near anything with the ease of a hot knife through butter. They simply aimed to pin his limbs at four points and then make as their maker had originally intended with his blade. A shot through his gut and then a horizontal slash to take out the spinal column. If pierced there would be a sense unwelcomed of heat, hot enough to sizzle flesh and begin the process of boiling most earth born metals in moments. The chains of his shield dematerializing and coming to settle behind him with the others. His left hand now snatched out at the apple sized hole in space which he'd made. His indomitable will forcing it to recognize him as its master he would then in-
23:58:30 Arcerion -a quick movement ingest it. The blue eyes of the Exercion shifting tone to a deep crimson red that one might imagine the color tone of a berserkers blood rage. Those behind him, the dead with mouths would wail out in despair, the chains begining to vibrate at a rapid frequency which leant to the air a discordant sound. Should his shadows miss, they would retract and form around him once more, the extent of their physical manifestation not neccesarily wasted, but simply spent for the time being. After all powering such a thing took a great deal of power, power which Angelo had freely been feeding that hole in the air. The sacred geometry behind him nearing total completion, as the wailing dead worked feverishly to complete it.

00:12:14 Gray_Hawk {Ice Dragon.} And another part of the tip of his blade was covered in the light, all while the Knight saw what went before him, all the regularities and irregularities that occurred upon the scope of what was set before him, as was given to him by the gift of 'sight' and thus he saw the thing attack traveling along the lines of air and cold about the air and light pockets of heat and found himself moving, never stopping, sure such a manipulated shadow, pure blackness made by blocking light to the darkest degree, even with his sight. He kept moving, up and up, to the side if he had to, eyes on the attack, keeping a bit of distance by rising in the sky, yet, at the same time, moving towards the area Arcerion and his undead minions occupied and upon reaching that edge (air wise, at least), he'd swing his sword. Suddenly, fridged became freezine, below zero freezing as a sudden loud mighty roar was let lose from the very air and three Chinese Dragon shaped hunks of ice formed, flew forward-
00:12:20 Gray_Hawk - and grew by the millisecond as their bodies soared towards Arcerion, the air about them, the Arena itself turning into a unnatural land of cold winds, snow, ice, and permafrosted ground below, the dragons intent obviously being to reach Arcerion, bash into him, leaving sharp ice shards in their wake along with the instant freeze cold effects, as well as bashing/freezing/crushing (as they were big, and only grew further) the undead still strewn about. A repeat of what happened against Arcerions brother? Block of ice and trap until a convenient time? Maybe, the scenario was almost the same and the environment sure as hell had been made that way, but an oddity to the ice 'dragons' were their eyes. Ones was green, one was a very light purple, and the other was a lighter shade of blue...and did it seem in the very center of the large moving seemingly living hunks of ice, that there were thin lines of colors? Odd, but the Knight kept moving as this went on, and was Very aware that the-
00:12:27 Gray_Hawk - shadows might stop them but either way, he kept moving in the air, aware of his surroundings, wary of Arcerions power and actions (via sight and sheer common sense), if anything else, having recharged the wind forge for use if all went bad. {The Knight: 0. Wind Forge: Ready to Use.}

00:52:48 Arcerion watched as Angelo's movements were unhumanly fast, fast enough to dodge shadows moving at blinding speeds, fast enough to give him a very good idea of where his limits may lay. The red eyed Exercion simply grinned as his shades retracted upon themselves, still massing around him for the time being, his undead minions putting the final touch upon the sacred geometry behind him. The display of ice like powers was interesting and not something he would of expected given Angelo's normal profeciency in air manipulation. The vibrations of his chains would reach a crescendo which even the metal they were made of could not with stand. The molecules breaking apart at a molecular level, only the will of soul would bind them together as an uncountable amount of molecules of ebon steel were loosed into the air, all still bound by the will of the Exercion come Truely. The apple like thing he had ingested was his own core, or in truth his own lack of a core. Giving him and all that was attached to him an-
00:52:55 Arcerion -insatiable hunger. The crimson of his eyes seemed to bleed into the air and the very fabric of reality about him, and as he was the controlling soul, bled into those infintismal particles around him. Hatred absolute and pure would burn from him. His long sword now held in a two handed grip he would lash out multiple times at the approaching ice dragons, the juxtaposition of heat and cold in the air about them would cause steam to rise at all the clashes as two opposing forces met in absolute truth. The ice would steam and melt at the heat created by his blade swings, just as the steam would burn through the air and the flesh about them. Were it not for the fact that his own Powers negated extreme heats he may of been in for a world of hurt on his own. If those ice dragons tails made it back to Angelo he may find that the steam was near unbearable, allmost cooking him from the inside out. If not, well the Arena had simple been turned into a sauna, with wind clashing and moving about in odd ways the-
00:53:14 Arcerion -way cold and hot air currents were want to do. The Emptiness of the Exercion called out to its chosen prey, which all of the scenting had been used to mark him for in a spiritual sense. No form of chemical could play around with his senses as he would now know truthfully where and when the Zerephan was at any given moment. However his own burgeoning of power, made him an easy find on a sight level. However given his spiritual nature he would be hard to pin down, as the hollow within him ate up everything about him in a spiritual sense. Masking his presence on such a level, for how could you see something which reality would vehemently denied should exist. Behind him the sacred geometrty had been completed, and the steam and backdraft from the attacks would fry the mortified flesh and sacrifice it. Thus giving him back the flesh of his left hand, which allowed him to grib the sword two handed. Channeling his own internal power, he bent his knee's locked upon his targets most likely trajectory and-
00:53:36 Arcerion -leapt full on at him. His speed and power would once more be at least on par with Angelo's and would seem to be growing. The molecules of Ebon steel followed with the same speed, coalescing around him to form up his armor. Pure ivory steel, the kind which only one of his chains had coated him, making him look like a mockery of a paladin as his leap would find him quickly in place to clash with Angelo's own floating form. Visorless full helm, for he needed no sight to see his prey, full plate mail to cover his limbs, the horizontal slash would come a mere moment before they would colide, aiming to drive a wave of raw heat into Angelo's gut, before aiming to stab his blade into the Zerephan's gut. The sacred geometry behind him now bled with power of the sacrifice of countless dead. Moving itself in alien ways which hinted at its true purpose. A single super massive claw bursting through the stone, and then a second. Tearing through it as areas of the stand behind it began to collapse and coallesce-
00:54:00 Arcerion -to form a massive form of flesh and steel writhing and squirming below them.

20:03:08 Gray_Hawk {There is power in love and bravery.} And all was slowly comping to plan. The dragons being utterly destroyed, the steam which came with it (which was evaded via keeping the 'dragon tails' connected to the point of his blade out of reach from him), the gathering of Arcerions power, and finally, the full on mad leap towards him. Rather then move, the Knight met the Shuinsai head on, leaving a windy trail in his wake, and before the point of no return for either of them was reached, Angelo countered the raw heat slash via a slash of his own, the charged 'wind forge' coming into play and coliding with said heat, creating a sort of mini less-concentrated explosion before the two arrived to the stabbing point, and surely they would make it there. Arcerion might be surprised to find, even though the Knight could see he was clad in armor, that he also made no hint to 'defend' himself, rather, he was keen on stabbing the sword straight into the armored chest of Arcerion. This meant that-
20:03:24 Gray_Hawk -Arcerion would be able to 'stab' the Knight in the gut, but much like his own armor, it was not for show, the impact point of such force would cause that odd liquid that had been leaking to lightly splurt out from the cracks, but the armor was armor itself, strong concentrated gathered armor, and though the sword point would get to it, sparks would fly by the millions as it very obviously set itself on that specific plat of armor on Angelos gut. As for Angelo, the stab was simple, but there were three things that coincided with it that he had actually used the dragons to hide and hopefully lure Arcerion into a false sense of security. The eyes of the ice dragons, multicolored, and the nearly invisible 'threads' within them were actually the true purpose behind the attack, and once the dragons made contact and were destroyed, the 'colors' and 'threads' flew back to the gold blade itself, giving it three 'edges', one that thinly glowed a dull milky white color, one that glowed a slight shade of-
20:03:37 Gray_Hawk – brighter gold then the last one, which was a longer shade of pink. The first 'edge' of the blade had a purpose as the second it hit Arcs armor (and if the strength/force of the Knight didnt pierce it), it'd lash out and work to push the armor/maid the chains aside all so the sword could cut through and pierce into Arcerions 'flesh', this 'edge' itself being a highly concentrated sense of psionic power, which small stature meant it was condensed, and though small was capable of pinpoint brute manipulation upon what it touched, and given the Knights enhanced 'sight' and state of mind and the time he had taken to prepare such a thing, such was possibly able, if not anything, to push back the armor/chains which made the armor, just enough for an opening, just enough to pierce skin and let lose the plan the Knight, Angelo had thought of since the start. The plan itself was held within the bright gold and pink colored 'edges' of Angelos blade which, upon seeing the opening would rush forward and into the-
20:03:40 Gray_Hawk -possible opening cut Arc had upon himself. If this should happen, Arc would no doubt feel a double edged searing sense of pain and agony as the two 'edges' were the exact opposite of what he was as a gathered whole; a concentrated, condensed gathering of bravery and love. The minute the 'edges' (possibly) entered Arcerion, they'd expand, explode within him, quickly transforming with flat lined thing edges into a mass amount of the power the Knight had been gathering, and should all go as well, should all go as planned, the complete plan was to have Arcerion, explode from the inside out in a sudden mass gold and pink colored explosion of 'Bravery' and 'Love' which would continue to expand to the ground, seeking to eliminate in that (possible) highly moment of concentrated power, all the influence Arcerion had set about the Arena, all he had planned, for Angelo had remembered what Arcerion had told him of his brother, of himself, and long ago he had wondered (just in case of-
20:03:54 Gray_Hawk - betrayal or scenarios like these) what exactly if Bravery was his brothers weakness, what was Arcs? What was the exact opposite of Hatred? And that, after much debate, theorizing, and personal torment on his own part, was clearly, to Angelo, love. It was quite the gamble, and behind it, he had made a backup plan (as he thought the chain made armor was a wall in its own right) that, if the initial 'edge' which attempted to push through the armor didnt completely do the job, he'd pour in some of the 'Bravery' and 'Love' edge to possibly get it through. None the less, yhe battle was reaching a boiling point between the two, something had to give, and what possible better way then the two striking each other at the same time in the air, obviously conniving and having backplans to end it all? One could not truly think of such a better way, and despite them continuing to gather, just in case, all the energies and powers the Knight had used to make this attack possible, and possible to actually-
20:03:56 Gray_Hawk -use against Arcerion (in the form of expanding it out and making it 'move' in the way explained) it was spent, for the moment, and hopefully for all it needed to be between this batter of monsters. {The Knight: 0, Wind Forge: 2 Turns}

21:25:35 Arcerion it seemed to be forever in this fight before they'd finally meet in close quarters combat. Something he had been pushing nearly since the fight began. His wish to keep range meant multiple things to Arc, one of the main ones being that he held some doubt to his own melee capabilities. Doubts were something that should be left at the door, especially when in a life or death situation. Arcerion never once doubted his own plan, and how well his own abilities could match up against the Zerephans. The initial clash of his own heat energy exiting from the blade as well as the second use of Angelo's wind creation slash, gave him a rough estimate one when that attack could be used again. It seemed to have some kind of cooldown period attributed to it. Which meant for the next few moments he would be free to keep attacking. As both blades met their respective armors, at nearly the same instant, and while Arcs may have more force behind it given his own momentum adding into it, the armor of Angelo seemed-
21:25:42 Arcerion -keen to turn him away from his target locked in that armor. Angelo's own blade would meet with his own chest plate upon the plate armor. The chains having been coalesced and changed on some level to act exactly like plate armor would. Aiming for a joint may of done them both a little better given that the plates were thinnest around there to allow for mobility. Though he was met with a stalemate, his near instant response was a simple use of more power, which would display as a banner of power about him as crimson and black energies worked through the air about him. The extra push that came from Angelo's blade was unanticipated, however the thickness of his armour and given the fact that armour is thickest around the chest area where Angelo had struck him would give him a precious moment before the blade might possibly pierce the metal. Instead of piercing his opponents armor as he intended too, he would with both of his hands pull back just slightly and aim push upwards drag upwards with all his-
21:26:14 Arcerion -prodigious strength, aiming to catch Angelo's blade along with his own. He may of course notice that the final two 'attacks' when they did collide with him, would have trouble getting through his banner of power. After all they would be considered to be polar opposites, meeting and canceling out one another. And while it certainly hurt Arc in a way Angelo would never be able to see, given that his entire form was covered in armor, the pain of such an attack attempting to subsume himself was there. Not to say that this lessened Arcerions own strength, for he'd been upping it at a steady rate once he'd found Angelo's believed peak, it simply put him back on the same level as the Zerephan. Considering the way that his armor was made, simply moving the blade from its given path would actually be much easier than it should of been normally, his own blade rising up in a powerful two handed swing. The curves of the plate armour would let the blade slip along it, and hopefully be given over to Arcs own will-
21:26:35 Arcerion -and blade. Pushed upwards suddenly, swiftly and powerfully, the counter was meant to raise up Angelo's sword arm into the air, with his blade being on the bottom. Then changing his own momentum sideways to slide the blade along the other, then as Angelo's arm would possibly be raised up as high as it could be, he would twist his blade. A sudden circular motion which used both of his hands to bring his blade down and then around and under in an almost complete circle. His hand which rested at the back used for leverage in the sudden upwards slash, which aimed to catch Angelo under the arm pit, of his sword arm, where armour was typically thinnest to allow for another slash, this one which would remove the arm. If he managed to pierce the armor and cut into the flesh, the sudden pain would be cut off in an instant, the heat this blade gave off meaning to cauterize and deaden pain receptors and nerves. If he was successful, the sword arm of the Knight would fall to the floor. If not that sword hand was-
21:27:25 Arcerion -was in a position where a dodge would be easier then before as there were only so many attacks he could do with it in that upraised position. Down in the arena that mass of flesh and metal had pulled itself free of the sacred geometry which had summoned it. Multiple eyes along its skull gave it a full view of the arena, and its massive form forced the ground to shake with every step as acidic slober dripped upon the floor. It was canine in nature, terrifying in form. Quadrapedal with multiple stunted limbs growing from its back and metal seeming to sprout up into a mix and match of weapons and armor where it was needed. The thing easily would weigh over twenty tons on the low end, and given it's girth and make probably went closer to forty tons as it stood nearly twenty feet tall at the shoulder, and was easily twice as long.Jumping to Arcerion's left side, thus the side where the blades were not meeting it would make to extend its maw and bring down massive crushing jaws upon the knight, wherever he-
21:27:39 Arcerion -remained. Those teeth a mix of biological and metal, and though they may crack and spinter a lucky sharpened tooth or two may in fact pierce through, and allow the overly toxic saliva to seep into wounds. Mortifying flesh and causing rapid decay through out the body. If touched by it, it would result in a total organ failure within minutes, and if too much managed to seep in, the caustic nature of the toxin would in fact begin to liquify flesh.

21:42:59 Gray_Hawk {Thy blade, grant me a victory.} It was slowly coming to fruit, the Knight felt it, the sword pushing through the damned armor, letting lose the energies as it went through to get to Arcerion, then in a sheer moment of brilliance and swiftness on Arcerions part, he swished his own blade up before the Knights could completely pierce, and through the the sword in the Knights hand flew upward and left him completely exposed...Or did it? It was clear to see the knights sword was in the air but the speed the both of them were using made long prone attacks (like Arcerions) nearly a blink of the eye sort of ordeal, and this would bear fruit for Arcerion as his sword swung and clanged against metal, cutting into it and...finding itself stopped. Why? Simply put, while Arc smartly attempted to hit the weak point in any armor, he had for a second in his ploy, forgotten the Knight had a spare arm to use, one with thick plates that had endured even his oversized hammer attacks, and thats what-
21:43:18 Gray_Hawk - interceded the blade before it could come full circle, thats what was cut into but stopped the blade through sheer heavy armor and endurance, and that was what gave the Knight his opening. The blade was overhead, and the second the Knights arm blocked the blade, it came down again, Angelo using the influence he had already ordained on the prepared attack to hold it steady in that moment before swinging it down and not hitting Arcerion with the blade persay, but with the explosion that was meant for Arcerion all along, only on the outside instead of the inside of him, at near point blank range. All the energies pertaining to what the Knight had been gathering were unleashed then and there, which despite not meeting its original purpose was held in place until now then unleashed. Should it hit, one would have to imagine such a thing would be near catastrophic for Arcerion, given just that small chunk that went into him had 'weakened' him down to the Knights current level, now it was-
21:43:27 Gray_Hawk -unleashed full blast at point blank range and seeking to force him tot he ground and hit him with the contious 'wave' of the stuff before eventually fading, perhaps weakening him below the Knights current level, perhaps also as it flew, weakening and destroying some of the machinations in Arcs control (and most likely at least, cutting down that beast he called to him given it was exactly, if not completely, in the same range of Arc when the blast went off), one couldnt say, one could never be sure, but the Knight was left in the sky regardless sword in hand, that gray colored silver tinted substance leaking from his arm wound (regardless) and steadily gathering energies, just in case. {The Knight: 1. Wind Force: 1 turn}

22:14:17 Arcerion his blade once more found itself stopped by the armor. However the blade coming down still had to regain it's own momentum from the backwards push before it could be brought down. Knowing that staying in melee was a lost cause, any fighter worth his weight knew that at this moment. So while the blade was brought down, one of his long legs would be brought up, and give a massive kick upon Angelo's chest. Unless his own sword was grasped in the hand instead of simply stopped by it, this would cause Arc to not only save himself, but to as well propel Angelo backwards at Speeds he probably didn't want to be moving at. Though he could fly, it was still upp for debate how well he could turn and quickly. After all the edge of the stands would be coming up quickly on him. This would of course get him out of the blast radius of the next attack, as well as probably changing where the concussive force of it was focused. If it stayed stationary however Arc would still exit the effect with minimal damage and-
22:14:21 Arcerion -begin the process of recollecting himself. Something which was a much quicker process than what Angelo might hope for. For while Angelo may be channeling such raw energy and tainting it with things like this. Arc was made of it. Angelo was capable of both spectrums and thusly would have a much more finite supply of this particular brand of energy compared to Arcerion who was a wound on the fabric of reality because of it. His beasts landing if it was still caught in the concussive blast would land somewhere in the stands crushing it under a massive weight as its legs squirmed and moved near uselessly. Until the flesh and bone crafted itself in quick and terrifying motions that allowed its legs to reassert themselves onto its back. Though it was now upside down, the eyes would change position and begin to move in an awkward lumber that was a bastardization of a way a normal canine may walk. Arcerion on the other hand had found his landing point to be right around where he'd thrown his swords twin at-
22:14:40 Arcerion -the begining of the fight. Grasping it from the wall, he would pull it into his hands and turn to face the Zerephan once more. In tandem he and the war formed canine would let out ear piercing screams in the direction of the night, dischordant and full of syllables that made the minds of most reel from the alien nature of them. Forcing his own power outwards but not letting it taint the effect. His power was simply the catalyst which started it. The soundwaves would reach Angelo, and would be moved of such a low level frequency that they would move the very molecules of his fleshy body beneath the armor. Aiming to lacerate at flesh cause bleeding from the ears and most of all wreck the ear drum. This in someone would of course cause the loss of their internal equilibrium which would make Angelo near useless no matter how much he tried to move. Arcerion now moved towards wherever the knight was at a much slower pace than before. His blades held in a defensive position in front of him to guard and-
22:15:19 Arcerion -parry any incoming attacks. Both now wreathed in the red and black of his Exercion Aura, as more and more power was pumped into him. This was begining to become a bother, mayhaps he would have to scrap his original plan. Maybe he would have to actually try and kill Angelo instead of incapacitate him. It was a thought he did not wish to think, but the Zerephan was giving him little choice in how stubborn he was being.

22:27:06 Gray_Hawk {Flight.} If the Knight was proving stubborn, Arcerion was proving the mountain that filled a hole made from dynamite. The Knight flew, the blast went, damaging both participants and sending the Knight crashing into the Arena seats, where the depths of the Arena was a second long place of solace for the Knight before he stood up from the hole Arcerion put him in. This was not going well, various joints and cracks on the Knights person were leaking that odd fluid after the crash and said Knights original stop all plan had been thwarted or turned to nothing, twice. It was time for drastic measures. Arcerions scream came and destroyed the Arena wall which the Knight was situated in, and upon being decimated, Arcerion would find the knight not there. What he would fine though, in the Knights wake, was a line gauged into the ground of the Arena and if one was keen to hear, they'd hear a loud scraping sound of metal on stone as it appeared the Knight was circling the Arena, the metal-
22:27:37 Gray_Hawk -one stone sound occasionally being accompanied by a loud crash as the Knight saw fit to crash through whatever he could and, well...do something. When he got to the point of Arcerion and his mass of control/manipulation (which was a given, given his speed and it seemed he was going about the full Circle/Oval of the Arena) there would be a long ling of crashing sounds, showing the Knight had swiftly crashed through wall to the to the farthest point from those specific areas before continuing his movements. Outside of the line in the ground (which persisted despite the Knights erratic movements) and the crashing through everything, not another action was taken, for now, as one card was discarded and another was swiftly being put into play. {The Knight: 2. Wind Forge: Ready to Use}

22:54:53 Arcerion as made mention before the helm of his armor held no visor, sight was not the way he had tracked his prey this entire time. Despite Angelo concealing himself basically beneath the arena's stands where he landed, Arcerion was keenly aware of his path. Moving in concentric ovals, not unlike a widening planets orbit. The War Form Beast would move quickly to intercept on the next pass through, digging massive cannine claws of flesh and metal into the ground to halt the progress of Angelo. If his blade was dragging in the ground, he would rocket through the beast, spraying blood and gore and metal onto him. At the speeds he was moving it would no be unlike the last attack Arc had delivered upon him. Though of course the war form beast would now be without a single paw should Angelo in fact crash through it. The wail of pain would bring no mother to lick its wounds should such happen. Arcerion however was keen to pay attention to the speed in which he moved, the circles would of given rise to an idea of-
22:54:59 Arcerion -what Angelo may be attempting. A binding ritual? He was keen on the purpose of circles that connected within sacred geometry. With immense leg strength akin to a demi-god his next step would leave a small crater in the ground as he moved tens of feet within a single bound, when he next landed in the space of a single step, the next would send him sailing into the air over the arena's walls and into the stands out past Angelo. The timing of this would place Angelo at the farthest point of his ellipse from where Arcerion was. So if he decided to attack and intercept him, he would have to cease his circling and make the longest possible length towards him. When he landed in the stands with a crash he would turn, now outside of Angelo's circle, but facing towards it. Swords now pointed downwards, he would dig them into one of the support pillars that years of fighting here and knowing the land would give him keen knowledge too. Channeling his now refound energy through his blades, he would send a wave-
22:55:12 Arcerion -tremors through out the arena. Not content with melee combat, he would now use the arena itself as a weapon, aiming to send hundreds of thousands of tons of brick mortar and stone down uponn his opponent. His voice rang through the air as he did this. Loud and clear as ever, especially towards his target. The voice of an emperor who was not the kind to be denied. "Yield Zerephan, This need not end with your death!"

23:05:41 Gray_Hawk {Bindings.} “You would plan something against me if I did so, force it upon me. I see through what plans you have, and unless you seem to correct them, leave me be to flee of my own and live of my own, if not, I see the path of fight the only way to make it not so.” Rang the metallic overbearing soul shuddering voice of the Knight. Said Knight was covered in blood now, having rammed right through war beast and now covered in icor, though hopefully the speed he was going would cause it to slide off, if not? One could only hope it had no adverse affects. As his speed carried him past/through the tons of the Arena heading towards him, only to find him hidden again as he completed the circle of the Arena and turned, smashing through walls and headed straight towards the center of the Arena, sword still in the ground until he reached that point, to which he would kneel, left arm draped over his knee, right holding the sword by the hilt, various amounts of that lidquid seeping at a various-
23:05:55 Gray_Hawk -pace as the Knight knelt and waited for Arcerions retort, energies still gathering as another card was just put into hand. {The Knight: 3. Wind Forge: Ready to use}

23:20:04 Arcerion the war form did indeed cry out in pain bleeding all over, and move towards the center of the arena where the stands would not hurt it. The blood boiling the very stone on which it fell as the casutic nature of its blood was almost as potent as the deadly saliva it had. It was something when the necrotech beast had been made that he'd learned from his mate. Caustic blood, meant to disolve through most anything like acid. And Angelo was for but a moment covered in it. Though the majority of it would leave burn marks across the metal of his body, the parts in most trouble were of course the weaker joint areas which would more quickly burn through, and of course the visor. After all if he went through it, that single claw was easily when outstretched the size of him. It would be unlikely if a few drops or more didn't make its way into the visor, moved at a quick pace they would begin to burn away at flesh underneath, causing excruciating pain. Though the mortification and liquifying process of the-
23:20:21 Arcerion -saliva was blissfully absent from the blood, acid like properties were still just that. Pain like that could leave lasting scars and cause a man to go crazy. As for Arc, well the arena's stands were collapsing around him. He used the ambient energy of the black aura to form a sort of place for him to stand in the air. Staying outside the circle as he watched the handiwork of his necrotech war form. The banter between them now turned from a simple request to a shake of his own armored head probably not even seen. "I wish you too yield and become Retainer to my clan. We will have need of beings of your caliber in the coming days. We will save this realm from tyranny. You once asked me to protect Nexxian. How better then with its son by my side! I have given everything I can, now I need you to prove to the people, that there are heroes left in man!" His blades in front of him, he drew the runes in the very fabric of reality, the herald runes he'd learned as a baby. His language, the-
23:20:24 Arcerion -bastard language of the one true voice. They did not waver in the air, they simply burned a bright crimson. This was a stalemate that would end quickly should he finish his workings. And these were not the runes his brother had taught him, that he wrote slowly and with precision. This was his native language he defaced reality with. His movements were quick, and precise.

23:29:42 Gray_Hawk {What does fear and hatred know of freeing from Tyranny and heroes?} “To replace 'Tyranny' with others, that is not the work of a hero but a fool, and I am a fool and always will be, Arcerion, but even a fool knows when to not be foolish.” Were the lost words he spoke, the acidic substances fizzling on the plated armor on his frame, but it would possibly be for not as the Knight put his left hand upon the hilt of his blade, the only time he had done so during it all and pushed. There was a cracking sound, the way of Earth and ground giving way as all the energies the Knight had gathered, before and right now, flowed into the circle he had made, waves of gold and pink shooting up into the air about well over fifty feet, like some off form of divine intervention in the shape of a sporadic circle/oval intervention before suddenly exploding inwardly and outwardly about the Arena, the outward reaching several hundred yards outwards while the innard, towards the -
23:29:48 Gray_Hawk -Arena just crushed it overall in one fell swoop of 'love and bravery' and forced lace explosion. The card was dealt, pain was there and Angelo seemed consumed by the very power he had made, but it was his card, his hope, and a show of his power and everything else in the world about him, and Arc was somewhere within it all. {The Knight: 0. Wind Forge: Ready to be used}

00:03:39 Arcerion believed wholly that talking in combat outside of asking an opponent to yield was puposeless. However if the opponent could be goaded into a reply, it would give someone proper time to do whatever they needed to do. With Angelo's own reply he had unknowingly given Arcerion precious seconds to finish the rather complex runeing which he'd begun. Now as the point of no return was given with Angelo focusing his will through the lines he'd drawn, Arcerion would not be at the epicenter, but neither would he be outside of its range. The multi-colored spectrum of powerful lights erupting outwards to engulf and destroy him? Was that their purpose? He could not discern. For all Angelo knew, those may simply invert his nature if struck directly with them. The concusive force certainly struck the war beast, and tore it limb from limb before sending it scattering to the four winds. Poor puppy. As the attack came from beneath and simultaneously outwards at Arcerion he would drive both points of his blades into-
00:03:42 Arcerion -the runes and turn. Establishing a link over dimensions. The link however was not to help get him out of combat but to infact channel power from elsewhere into him. He had established a link with the very core of his capital ship the Nightmare Engine. Once known as the Heralds Chariot. Linking himself with its own Herald Tech Core, he would find peace. The power would flow into him, and quickly establish an aegis of sorts around his very being as his Exercion Aura not only solidified in a sense but expanded out to a range of fifteen feet. As the waves hit him, they would be hit upon a wall, a force so very linked to the core of creation so as to be near immutable. The ambient reality around him would not change anything outside of that sphere of influnece, but would in fact keep Arcerion protected in a bubble of sorts. Converting the energy sent at him to its polar opposite through a method of ambient manipulation. To know love and courage one must also know the opposite side of the coin, or else-
00:04:22 Arcerion -they held no purpose as emotions. On a clear one to one ration whatever hit Arc would be converted into his own power source, all that love into Hatred, Courage and Bravery into Fear and Cowardice. He was now alive, in the truest sense of the word. His entire form was present for once in long years since he'd first found this realm. And the realm would fight back. The air crackled with energy yearning but unable to harm him as it tried to penetrate the sphere of influence he'd set up for himself. The knowledge of how to manipulate the ambient for his own measure was now not simply limited by the laws reality set before him, for with the core of the super massive herald tech battle ship within him, he was now complete. The hunger no longer sustained him, but something greater. Coalescing the ambient reality around him, he would fold the sphere of influence around him in half, seven and a half feet around him now reality rebuked against the raw energy Angelo sent against him. The rest of that sphere-
00:04:48 Arcerion -would move to supplement his already prodigious powers. At one moment he would be at the edge of the arena. The very next he would be upon angelo, covering that distance in less time than it took for a man to think. His blades which existed within his own ambient reality were now as sharp as those shades had been, atom thin at their edges. And the blows would come in rapid and quick succession. Aiming first to slice through armor, and then to remove his limbs at their exposed joints. His speed and power would rapidly exceed what Angelo had shown. If Angelo made to not run away from this sphere of influence, the very ambient reality about Arcerion would resist him, as he was not born of Hate and Herald Technology. He was something which was anathema to his own reality. Not only were his blades attacking him, but the very fabric of reality was attempting to unmake Angelo on a quantum level and scatter him to the ethereal winds much as his blast had done to his necrotech war beast. Every time he-
00:05:06 Arcerion -struck he did not speak, but his blades seemed to resonate within the minds of those stuck within the sphere. YIELD! YIELD! YIELD! It was best that Angelo took such advice, he could not hope to last long with this small bubble of reality about him. Of course there were backlashes on Arc, that could be perceived if Angelo had the eye to see it. Something about this did not like him, and his armor seemed to be chipping and flaking away, slowly but surely as he brought reality to bear against his opponent. The very power engine he drew force from was as powerful as a star held in stasis. And it would consume all of the fuel it could find with out cause or reason. Machines were like that.

00:34:09 Gray_Hawk {To reality, I say, nay.} And the card was cut in half, no, folded, cut into four pieces, and three fell to the side of Arcerion and one but fell to the Knight. All seemed lost, all seemed without hope, and yet, should Arcerion have noticed before, the strength with which the Knight had used expanded outward, and inward, and there was a reason for that. The outward was to reach range, to explode and catch Arcerion while he was outside the Arena, the innard was the same thing, and yet, when it flew fourth from the explosion 'circle', it seemed to bounce off itself, to and through, to the 'walls' of force and coming back and at a point, all floated down, all moved towards the ground and thus into the Knight himself. One wave, two wave, three wave, four, countless amount of them. There was a shriek suddenly, low, but after a second it was louder and...familiar, it was then a ripping of the cape upon the Knights person commenced and from those four cloth like points was-
00:34:50 Gray_Hawk -a change, one of flat spider like limbs with eyes at the end and veins sticking out of each point, these connected with arms of the Knight and suddenly, the entirety of what was once silverish gray became gold, and shining, the points of the 'limps' creating orange sparks in the number of millions which hit the sandy pulverised ground below and turned it into glass as the shining gold knight lurched forward from point A to B, meeting Arcerion in the mid grounds. Reality was perceptive to the knight, it always ways. Influenced or not, the elements about reality were as they were, made of that around them, and at that moment the Knight, who before could see and manipulate the very makings of objects within reality to his whim, could see the very pages behind such as that, could see the points all connected and at that moment of swinging his sword, unwittingly, parrying the thing quick reality breaching blades and sheer presence of Arcerion with speeds that brought up winds worthy-
00:35:00 Gray_Hawk - of twisters, did the very 'portrait' of reality scream and was cut open, veils of bright silver light landscapes of sometimes nothing, sometimes everything (a desert, a vast wasteland of glowing silver, a city, a planet) as the blade, connected with the very limbs that made the knight as he was, made rippling shockwaves which cut reality itself, these cuts quickly binding back together only to form again with each of the blades blinding speed parrys, thrusts, stabs, and slashes. Every breath from the knight was articulated, could be heard as an echo as this mad dash of reality influencing vs reality sundering battle took turns to dangerous level, the fruit of each becoming apparent perhaps by the very strain the power they used had, but all was destruction, all was screaming, all was shrieking, all was sound, and all was utter chaos in the escalation between titans. There seemed to be an origin point to the cuts, a small hole which remained, tried to stitch itself back together but with each of the-
00:35:19 Gray_Hawk -Knights slashes the bright silverish gray hole got bigger, wider, perhaps an result of manipulating things which had no right to manipulated on such a whim and at such a simple motion or perhaps...something different, something completely...different, right above the gold Knights head, and though there but the shrieks of the 'limbs' and yells of battle, the 'yields' perhaps could real the voice of the Knight: “NEVER”. {The Knight: 0. Wind Forge: Who the HECK cares?}

17:34:45 Arcerion was not keen on the response that he had gotten from the Zerephan. Once more he denied him, once more he spat in his face at the offer to become greater than he could hope to be. To the Exercion Lord that marked Angelo as a coward. Their blades clashed multiple times as they had met each other on the field of battle. A parry against each attack was no less impressive given the speeds and powers with which Arcerion worked in now. It mattered little to Arcerion though, as Angelo had stepped within his own flared out crimson and black Exercion's Aura. Merged with the conciousness of the Herald Tech Core, not only did that give him an insane power boost, it also allowed for multiple effects to be called into being. Keeping in mind that the Exercion Aura was a part of him. Natural subconcious mental functions still existed, one of them being the way the overactive anti-bodies of the Exercion worked to cleanse itself of all toxins. And in this case Angelo was considered a foreign body. The Area that-
17:34:51 Arcerion -his Aura covered would be trying to forcibly unmake him on a molecular level. Starting with the most obvious things of his, those spidery limbs which moved from his cape (or was it his arms now?) As well as the armor, intending to force his own will upon the knight in front of him. This would be accomplished by attempting to force unneccesary molecular interactions, as the Aura of Hate would seep into the very reality he had created within his aura. This may start out slowly compared to how they were both moving now, but in reality the effect would take seconds to begin a near domino effect. Molecules began to revolt and against their base foundations. Atomic bonds seperating, while flesh would find if things like mitochondria becoming excessively active, forcing a heat within the body and flesh that would quickly force the body aflame. Flesh was more easily dealt with, after all cells were simple things which existed in tandem because of a simple and delicate balance of symbiosis. The only reason-
17:35:29 Arcerion -reason this did not in fact affect Arcerion is because his body was comprised of this raw hatred that now seeped into the reality about them. It had somehow found a way to exist, even with these processes constantly going on. One of his blades was paried by the others blade, causing the tear to happen and mend as the blade of the Zerephan so dictated, but it would last mere miliseconds before full repair would be accomplished. Angelo was after all within Arcerion's reality, not the other way around. He had chosen to ignore his demands. The other blade came up from the side intending to catch Angelo under his free hand. The weakness of the underarms plating would hopefully be shown in a display of blood and gore as the blade would slide through small bits of armor and sevre a limb. After all, he only had one sword, while Arcerion had two. As Angelo's next attack came a slash, Arcerion would bring his main hand around to intercept, his blade meeting the lower end of Angelo's own blade and raising it-
17:35:48 Arcerion -up quickly so that it slashed into his full plate armors shoulder pads. The Ivory armor scarring more and more easily as the power he held within himself was forcing certain weaker forces than he to melt away. Though it would pierce no skin, it would of easily slid through half the metal upon that shoulder pauldron. With the blade momentarily trapped upon him, he would step one long stride forward to close the gap between them, both blades moving outwards and then immediatly stabbing inwards at his target from opposite angles. intending to drive them into the sides of the knight where plates overlapped and pierce into many of his internal organs, on top of that if the nature of the antibodies of his aura were doing their work, the metal of Angelo's armor would be that much weaker, enough for him to easily pierce one could hope. This close his head would reel back and then forward in what would look like a headbutt of his metal covered helm against Angelo's own helm. However at the last moment, the-
17:36:07 Arcerion -face of the helm would open. Not yielding the face of the Exercion, but a maw made up of thousands upon thousands of teeth, and at its center a core which would burn for an eternity and more. Closing upon the helm of the Knight, it would intend to crush the helm, and skull held within. All the while all Angelo had to do to make the pain stop was even think one simple thought, he would yield or Arcerion would kill him. That was the truth of this reality.

17:57:32 Gray_Hawk {The Hole.} And in that moment, of having a hand made asunder and unable to be used, assaulted on all sides by the whim of Arc on all levels of flesh bone and reality itself, sword trapped, and kept in one blade, sides pierced, an orange substance gushing from his wounds, would the hole behind him come into play. By the oddest of means and in less speed then it takes to blink an eye, Arcerion would find two of those spider like limbs from each arm jutting forward, right into/through his head and holding it open while two others jutted backwards, right into the side of the hole and a second later the hole itself would be yanked open, stayed open as a plan by Angelo that each wild swing would leave tears upon a reality Arc controlled, but with each strike a small edge remained in the form of the gold colored glowing hole behind him to which, at that moment was yanked to each side and bursting forward from it, head/core first, was the result of the multitude of various innumerable-
17:57:45 Gray_Hawk -swings from the blade before it was caught; a force of reality, all bound throughout the thousands that existed burst through the extended hole, and all the force of those hundred, thousands, tens of thousands (who knew how many times each of them swung when in that mortal foil) of realities shot forward intot he simple one, the force behind it all tremendous, the very power shining from miles on end as it all leaked towards the point of Arcerions head and face and core, intending to push him and the control/sphere he had made into the planet, miles on end and leave the Shuinsai in a state of not-immediate repairable disrepare, as long as leave the Knight himself, cut, cracked, bleeding, standing by his lonesome, limbs having detached as he looked into the (Possible) hole then stepped back once, twice, then fell to a knee. A 'law of numbers' was the attack overall, influence and make a 'chunk of reality' like clay to ones will was powerful and a good tactic, but against a titanic force of multiple-
17:58:00 Gray_Hawk – realities? All of there own, all composed of near millions of little elements? The Knight liked to, while (Possibly) on his knee, think it was to much, that his action, simply opening it up to simply let the power it all through not controlling it all, think it would be even for the monster put before him but...who truly really knew? {The Knight 1. Wind Forge: Useless as this point}

18:57:08 Arcerion Angelo had made too many mistakes and would be paying for it very dearly. The removal or destruction partially of his other hand made for an opening for the aura to travel into on the biological channels, as mentioned before the cells would revolt against one another, and this could cause death in the form of liquification, sudden combustion or any other form of gruesome ways to go. The blades that had been placed inside of the knights body were a part of Arcerion himself, and thus held his same properties, the very form of Angelo would begin to combust and destroy itself internally. It certainly wouldn't help that his arms were also twisting the blades while they were inside of him. Now those spider like limbs meant to hold open the maw of his helmet with all those teeth and the glowing core at the end of the long dark tunnel of displaced locality. While Angelo swung and had ripped open holes to other realities, Arcs own energies had in fact repaired a good majority of them, definitly lessening the-
18:57:12 Arcerion -potency of what was too come, usually focusing on those realities which were utterly incompatible with their own. After all opening such tears in the fabric of space time had consequences on both sides, and in the end Arc was only co-locating one space while Angelo was calling upon many times that. However how could the Zerephan possibly know that what he was doing was not only futile but foolish. One must beat a man by skill, not simple brute force, especially when that man fed upon destruction. Well not the man, but the thing the man had attached himself too. That cores nature was in truth something very close to an infintismal conciousness. While certainly not omnipotent, it was as close as a mortal mind may comprehend. Truth be told it's propensity to eat all energy thrown at it, had once made himself and Thargor worship the core as a God Like being for a time. To say it ate would be a misnomer. It simply took the energy sent at it, statically bound and in place, whole realities and broke them-
18:57:52 Arcerion -down to their barest roots of simple potential energy which it could call upon. The rate at which it forced this change upon the realities that came at it was staggering, and though the concussive force of the blast not to be scoffed at would be driving Arcerion back, Angelo should remember that Arcs blades were still within his gut. The Core of the Nightmare Engine could only hold so much, so the excess would be siphoned onto Arc, who had the unique ability of being born of a bastard bloodline of things which used and manipulated all of creation. This would manifest as he dragged his blades through Angelos gut and outwards unless the plate armor held him there, as random mutations throughout his body. A thickening of armor, more bones and limbs sprouting upon him, more blades coming into these new hands, and forcing their own blades into the ground to steady himself. Finally by utilizing this new power source, he would thicken the ground stablize it to the point that he would not be driven downwards-
18:58:29 Arcerion -as it would become such a stable point in reality so as to be considered utterly and totally static. Immutable by any means neccesary. If this attack had been used moments ago it may of had the desired Effect, however once Arc was linked up with the Core, it had become a battle of skill, not brute force, for the core was designed to match power for power whatever was thrown at it. Only the wits and skill of its user would limit its capabilities. Whether Arc had dragged his blades through Angelo yet remained to be seen, however he had now sprouted a multitude of armored legs and arms with blades in them. The maw of his helm had grown in size to seem an obscene gesture as more helms with maws sprouted from the body. All these mutations all linked to one place. IF Arc had been taken from Angelo's form he would not hesitate to begin taking his new limbs and carving into him with quick successive slashes, intending to remove the sword arm and the spidery limbs. IF Arcerion had stayed he-
18:58:33 Arcerion -would simply sink more blades into him and take those new heads moving along long obscene necks and begin to bite into him, over and over again with powerful crushing jaws.

19:18:13 Gray_Hawk {Limbs.} Arcerion at that moment would find himself without hands and possibly without control of whether he could grow anything or not, in the form of the limbs that once held the hold open swooping down and cutting at the arms/hands bearing the blades The hole itself did not, after being extended in a way, need the limbs to keep them open once it was open and from there would continue to stream over and over as, keeping Arc, if not 'stopped' then in one place from the sheer force of it all. As for the attempted aura into his limbs and sides, Arcerion would find two things at that moment; one, only the sections the blades first hit would be 'burst' from internal heat, and second, why in this state Angelo was hard to bleed out altogether; when pierced/punctured/having bones broken in thise state, the armor itself pushed spikes into the areas, through sheer force keeping the sections in place and from completely bleeding out, as would Arcerions attacks come to see. From this fact two things-
19:18:25 Gray_Hawk – occurred as the 'reality' shrinking as it was due to Arcs influence, continued to bear down on him, the limbs keeping the 'maw' open would remain in palce while the other two quickly jutted about the Knights body, bashing the (Hopefully dismembered) limbs that held Arcerions swords out of the Knight before jutting forward and lunging, the next target being Arcerions legs from the ground up, meaning to take out his legs and a chunk of his bodies side before criss crossing, cutting through armor and flesh and bone and muscle and 'mutated limbs' alike as the intention was clear; keep Arcerion there, through the force of the reality and two limbs holding the maw back and potentially cut him to pieces second by second and lastly, take out enough to have that 'reality blast' have effect and drive him down to the planet itself and leave the knight (who was on a knee regardless, methods to keep himself up notwithstanding, he was lost it by the second) by hisself as the reality leaked and gushed and-
19:18:33 Gray_Hawk - finally drove the Shuinsai to a point, just a point. {The Knight: 2. Wind Forge: Stored}

19:47:10 Arcerion once more it was a stalemate between the power of raw creation and the power of destroying such. Two opposing forces that if not locked in a stalemate for all eternity would in fact destroy the very fabric of reality. Should creation gain the upper hand, realms would spring eternal unchecked and deplete all resources, should destruction reign then there would be nothing eternally. Thus they were locked in their stalemate and while the limbs Angelo used were in fact slicing into and cutting off some of Arcerion's own he would use these limbs as cannon fodder to protect his original limbs. The extra heads were cut as well, leaving him simply a mass of constantly growing of new limbs, regenerating and losing them again. Though he wished to hold onto the blades, his own bone structure would have to give way at some point. This was a simple fact of how a body was made. Ripping free of their sockets with a pop and disgusting show of gore, Arc would be pushed back. Not much as the extra limbs gave him-
19:47:15 Arcerion -more grounding and the farther he drew from the blast the less raw consussive force it was bound to have. A foot and then two were given. Though this would not get Angelo out of the sphere of influence. The extra blades and arms he was manifesting at a staggering rate were consistantly driven into the ground or used to parry and block the spider like limbs. Eventually one might get the upper hand and slice into them and remove them with a simple flick of the wrist. However given that this was Arcerion's reality, everything about this sphere was him, the antibodies would continue to work their magic against Angelo, eroding him to nothingness. He was kneeling now forcing the bodies down and the blades stuck inside of him with Arms that twitched with a broken nervous system. The maw of Arcerion moved through out all realities cackling madly as he watched as this outpouring of energies that fed him and fed his regeneration would continue and at a deadly cost. The arms which stuck in angelo would begin-
19:47:31 Arcerion -their own rapid process of making new what was once whole. More tall armored forms being born as the very act of creation was fed into him. Angelo would no longer be dealing with a single opponenent but now two more which were forming rapidly at his sides with a blade in hand driving them deeper into him and twisting and destroying precious internal organs, spinal vertebrae. And they were the lucky ones for the blast seemed to be a cone like effect only taking into account the form in front of them, not the ones to the sides of him. Hacking and destroying him. Arcerion Prime would continue to block and counter physical attacks as they came at him, aiming to slice off the spider like appendages that attacked him first and then to slash open the ones which held open the portal Angelo had created. They were simply feeding off each other.

20:00:14 Gray_Hawk {Act.} The limbs moved from his Maw, from his general person, at that moment, all four sure putting some good use as the detached arms were swiped over, bashing the swords from out of the kneeling knights and obliterating the traces of the arms and swords (but arms/hands at least) before, in a shield like motion, piercing intot he ground in front of Angelo, in front of Arc the 'eyes' at the end all glaring at the Shuinsai as the golden helmet of the Knights dimmed, cracked, and fell off. “You would take something thats been loss already, brought to life against its own will, to see the first of his existence what small family he had killed in front of him. You'd take a name thats only known to losses, over its existence, thats fought to live despite it all and cast it aside.” The sword 'broke' as did the rest of the armor, the ten foot glowing form dialed down to the small figure that was Angelo at the moment, the shining substance from before all about his tattered hurt broken frame, but-
20:00:36 Gray_Hawk -the limbs remained, glairing. “You've won, you've gotten what you wanted, you knew you would but still you persisted, still you sought to break me for means you dont even need. I ask you, no beg of you. Please just tae what you have gotten and go, rile up a celebration if your win over the last of its kind and be content...I beg you, please.” The 'sword that broke was revealed at that moment to simply be the bladeless cutlass looking sword hilt, and nothing more, an odd thing being however that somehow, someway, the gun belt, bullets and guns the Confederate carried stayed where they were, while everything else on the Confederates person was tattered and warn and very obviously damaged. {Nothing.}

20:28:05 Arcerion watched the armor break away, everything break away from Angelo. They had matched wits against one another. Given time they may of destroyed everything but themselves but fact of the matter was that he had endured only for the fact that his opponenet had played solely to his strengths. Had he stayed and fought to out wit the Exercion the outcome may of been different. Once the yield was given, the co-locality to the Nightmare Engines core would be shut off. The armor would peel away from his face, to reveal a burnt and scarred mess of ruined flesh beneath with a half bloodied skull and no lips or nose upon the face of the Exercion, nor hair to be spoken of. His own Aura retracting unto himself to begin to slow process of healing. His arms were the same broken and blodied, as he moved to grab at the remanents of his twin blades. Eyes unblinking as no lids remained upon them. They had both been pushed to their absolute extreme. If Angelo could take solace in his defeat it was that he had pushed-
20:28:11 Arcerion -Arcerion to a point which only someone like a Primoris could push him. "I would take in a cripple and heal him. I would treat him like my own brother and never ask him to discard what legacy he has unless he so wished it." He sheathed one blade and raised the next outwards towards Angelo's neck, pressing the flat of it upon his shoulder. "Would that you could accept my blessings I would raise you as my knight of Shadows. The first since the dead Sentaku and Mundus." He would raise the blade and place it upon Angelo's other shoulder as if he were in fact knighting the Zerephan. Once this was done he would remove the blade and sheathe it in its home. The skull like face of the Exercion was begining the slow process of mending, the shadows around him moving in such a way that seemed almost loving and caring. From their forms two small forms of blind white haired men would rise to comfort the exhausted Arcerion. Forms which he so willed them to be, only shells of his most beloved-
20:28:25 Arcerion -"The offer shall remain til your dying breath Angelo Aaron Zerephan. You are a man, and by your power or my own, I would see you raised to be a hero." Exhausted the Exercion would begin the process of walking away, back to Borokai, to spend time with his mate and heal his wounded form.

20:36:30 Gray_Hawk {And I fall.} And all was said and done, and in silence, the Confederate watched Arc go. Nothing but the wings were there there, which moved to hover about Angelo, 'eyes' wide open as they moved about him. “...I'm getting to fucking old for this shit.” He muttered before unceremoniously fell forward. Nothing came, nothing went to his side to transport him to another part for assisted repairs, but with the fading of the wings came the slow process of self healing the used when out, the sick sounds of flesh and muscles being mended were apparent as seconds sat, and Angelo Slept.