Post by The Librarian on Jul 9, 2016 19:35:58 GMT -7
00:29:28 Crepuscule his eyes would follow the sound of the voice, and laughter, sighing slightly with a small, unwavered yawn, not of dis-interest. As the chunking debris made it's way toward Crep, his hand quickly reached onto his back, pulling out his ninja-to, and slicing at the debris as it flew towards him. His eyes focused on the energy that vectored outward in the arena, which was his foe. His blade in hand, which he slung to slide the debris remain off his blade, and sheathed it quickly before an eye could blink twice. His hands slid out of his pockets to watch the being create the maelstrom of impeccible ambience. The Myst around his oculars faded to reveal a blood red hue, laced with a bright white trim. The Myst would begin to pour outward from his pores while he stood, and heard the being ask him a question. His voice, smooth, calm. " The answer of your question." he paused, as his hues turned towards him." Will be the decision of this match". His voice quieted after his last word, awaiting him.
00:40:11 [Syrmun] -Ω- His right foot lazily floats over the edge of the pillar, as if Syrmun would hesitate taking the leap of faith, only to finally drop and bring his body with it, slowly tilting his form forwards so that once one would assume he would land on his feet, he would, actually, be facing the sands with his back, leading up to a rather theatrical entrance. Instead of slamming into the Earth, it would appear as though he had teleported; his visage would whisp and immerse itself with the sands near-instantaneously, whipping up all sorts of dust clouds that'd loom along the floor, though, ultimately, allowing himself to disappear. Moments later, his voice would resound again, this time about ten yards to Crep's right, "Well, have at me then." he'd command, extending both arms outwards in a daring manner.
00:54:11 [Crepuscule] «›˜¤˜‹» shifted his gaze slowly toward the being that made his way to the floor among the wreckage he caused. Crepuscule would casually turn his body to face the being, then rose his hand as his eyes began glowing. He pointed his finger towards his opponent, his eyes widening as he unlocked his mental prowless to vent his psionic ability, protecting his mind before, of course. He would attempt to alter the strings of the air particles around the being. to rip apart the strings to tear holes in the spot he was in, basically trying to rip apart the reality around him, and void him into non-existance from the assuming vortex that would be created around him. «›˜¤˜‹»
01:14:34 [Syrmun] -Ω- To end this quickly: Syrmun felt the manipulation about him; that nagging feeling that something was being interfered with... or, actually, it could just be that his omniexistent, for lack of a better word, eye could see the influence being spread forth. Thus, Syrmun would demonstrate one of his newly acquired concepts: Quantum Mechanics. The enigmatic ninja began to take control of his own body... his own atoms... his own quanta, if you will, or, rather, the very measurement of his existence. Implementing the concept of particle-wave duality, Syrmun would alter his probability wave-function which, unlike most beings, was a lot more... erratic in design, allowing for the decoherence of possibilities for a more puzzling, or paradoxical, outcomes. This upcoming technique, quantum tunneling, was fairly new to Syrmun, but, for the sake of getting it over with, we'll shorten the definition: a particle (i.e., Syrmuns), would pass through a barrier (the space and it's contents between Syrmun and ——
01:14:46 [Syrmun] ——Crepuscule) that would normally be impossible to pass without the proper energy. This action would be nearly instantaneous as Syrmun was cast through the air without warning, towards Crepuscule, far beyond any comprehensible measurements of speed and, due to his mass, would carry a rather large amount of kinetic energy on his journey. All of which attempted to expel it's entirety into Crepuscule's form as Syrmun regained his physicality in a straight jab to Crepuscule's jaw which would, due to the attacks randomness and sheer speed, should annihilite the entirety of his foe's upper body, quite literally forcing the very substance that his opponent called "flesh" to be cast amongst the winds, far before his influence could be spread to open open up some kind of "reality whirlpool".
01:24:16 [Crepuscule] «›˜¤˜‹» Crepuscule's eyes could not see the speed in which Synmun traveled. And so, the punch connected with impeccible force, deteriorating his fleshly form, leaving the myst around him to float about, and eventually deteriorate into the particles of air that surrounded his decaying flesh. «›˜¤˜‹»
00:40:11 [Syrmun] -Ω- His right foot lazily floats over the edge of the pillar, as if Syrmun would hesitate taking the leap of faith, only to finally drop and bring his body with it, slowly tilting his form forwards so that once one would assume he would land on his feet, he would, actually, be facing the sands with his back, leading up to a rather theatrical entrance. Instead of slamming into the Earth, it would appear as though he had teleported; his visage would whisp and immerse itself with the sands near-instantaneously, whipping up all sorts of dust clouds that'd loom along the floor, though, ultimately, allowing himself to disappear. Moments later, his voice would resound again, this time about ten yards to Crep's right, "Well, have at me then." he'd command, extending both arms outwards in a daring manner.
00:54:11 [Crepuscule] «›˜¤˜‹» shifted his gaze slowly toward the being that made his way to the floor among the wreckage he caused. Crepuscule would casually turn his body to face the being, then rose his hand as his eyes began glowing. He pointed his finger towards his opponent, his eyes widening as he unlocked his mental prowless to vent his psionic ability, protecting his mind before, of course. He would attempt to alter the strings of the air particles around the being. to rip apart the strings to tear holes in the spot he was in, basically trying to rip apart the reality around him, and void him into non-existance from the assuming vortex that would be created around him. «›˜¤˜‹»
01:14:34 [Syrmun] -Ω- To end this quickly: Syrmun felt the manipulation about him; that nagging feeling that something was being interfered with... or, actually, it could just be that his omniexistent, for lack of a better word, eye could see the influence being spread forth. Thus, Syrmun would demonstrate one of his newly acquired concepts: Quantum Mechanics. The enigmatic ninja began to take control of his own body... his own atoms... his own quanta, if you will, or, rather, the very measurement of his existence. Implementing the concept of particle-wave duality, Syrmun would alter his probability wave-function which, unlike most beings, was a lot more... erratic in design, allowing for the decoherence of possibilities for a more puzzling, or paradoxical, outcomes. This upcoming technique, quantum tunneling, was fairly new to Syrmun, but, for the sake of getting it over with, we'll shorten the definition: a particle (i.e., Syrmuns), would pass through a barrier (the space and it's contents between Syrmun and ——
01:14:46 [Syrmun] ——Crepuscule) that would normally be impossible to pass without the proper energy. This action would be nearly instantaneous as Syrmun was cast through the air without warning, towards Crepuscule, far beyond any comprehensible measurements of speed and, due to his mass, would carry a rather large amount of kinetic energy on his journey. All of which attempted to expel it's entirety into Crepuscule's form as Syrmun regained his physicality in a straight jab to Crepuscule's jaw which would, due to the attacks randomness and sheer speed, should annihilite the entirety of his foe's upper body, quite literally forcing the very substance that his opponent called "flesh" to be cast amongst the winds, far before his influence could be spread to open open up some kind of "reality whirlpool".
01:24:16 [Crepuscule] «›˜¤˜‹» Crepuscule's eyes could not see the speed in which Synmun traveled. And so, the punch connected with impeccible force, deteriorating his fleshly form, leaving the myst around him to float about, and eventually deteriorate into the particles of air that surrounded his decaying flesh. «›˜¤˜‹»