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Sept 24, 2015 23:02:16 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 24, 2015 23:02:16 GMT -5
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Sept 28, 2015 19:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Rani on Sept 28, 2015 19:42:04 GMT -5
The Queen is back, if you don't know then shut up It had been quite some time since the Turalthirum woman had even bothered to participate in any sort of fighting, so why bother with this? Annoying. Perhaps just for a chance to see old face, no matter how fucking bothersome they had been before. Instead of her usual appearance, she decided to try something completely opposite of what she was seen as in the past. Drifting far from her usual dark colored hair, she had bleached it and only bothered to cut new fringe to frame her face. Covering her right eye she had placed a simple white eye patch for some unknown ridiculous reason, one she wouldn't even bother explaining to her family, she was getting a bit ridiculous as time passed. Senile maybe. For her attire, she chose to wear a matte black spaghetti strapped blouse that was fitted to her chest rather tight and cut off an inch below her breasts, the straps allowing the Turalthirum seal to be seen clearly at her left collarbone. To match her interesting top, the woman chose to wear a pair of matte black high waisted shorts which of course had to paired with thigh high sheer black stockings, garter clips included. She was never big on shoes but this time she opted for a pair of simple ankle boots to match the whole outfit. Let's see how fast this outfit would get fucked up. She opened a simple portal and merely took a slight glance from it, taking in the surroundings of the arena- it wasn't quite her place. She didn't trust it, she didn't trust anything. That wasn't a risk she was willing to take. As the portal grew from her realm to the arena, she took a few steps out, each step being on top of a gray halo that remained five inches above the ground. Once the portal closed, it reopened below her feet and began to spread into a black mass that the gray halos dissipated into allowing her to stand completely on the mass with confidence. She was paranoid. |
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Sept 28, 2015 20:10:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 20:10:16 GMT -5
This is a chaos known only to the terrestrial.
Dictated motions swept the approach of the interstellar being. To the public eye, he was nothing more than a normal teen with a fascination in monochromatic fashion. His locks of pure ivory bathed in the radiance of the sun above whilst skin to match released a radiance that brought envy to porcelain craft placed in high intensity light. Such a glow was quickly faded with the steady approach to the walk way that led to the arena. A simple black leather jacket equipped with its own white hoodie, noir jeans fitting against his legs and black and white Chuck Taylor high-tops made up his attire. A kneel was taken before both arms came before him to press his digits upon the concrete to steady his body in a gentle raise as his right leg angled frontward with his left extended behind him in a running's man stance.
A single breath exhaled and without warning his body lifted in take off. A full sprint engaged in what seemed like eons in his travel didn't register the passing of a second. An act that could only be translated as teleportation, the male hit a sudden stop with his right foot before him skidding along the the white tiles of the stage in just the margin of an inch. The sight of his afterimage graced his original position. "Yo. Don't move," he mused coming before her directly separating his vision with the afterimage as it soon faded. "You'll get fucked up."
Sudden and catastrophic, such speed bore consequence illustrated by a violent explosive for to bring utter ruin to the gates and a deep carving of his running path to split the walkway with biblical manner as two waves of earth arched upward as the unseen force acted upon itself ripping and tossing debris in all direction with no prejudice of who it punctured. Small pebbles moved at bullet speed as well as larger particles. Screams of anticipation turned to jeers of fear as audience members suffered the wrath of multiple mach barriers shattered. The final chapter of destruction came with the snap of air from his stop finally catching to his bod sending all matter of collected matter to jet toward the back of the alien. Unmoved, the collision did nothing to face the teen. Her own physical body spared with his acting as a barrier. Dirt, rubble and other unspoken substances painted their battle field with only a single lane remained clean at where he stood.
"Okay, now your good." He gave a single wink before shifting backward generating numerous afterimages soon to fuse within his physical form as he stopped 23 meters from the femme. |
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Sept 28, 2015 20:23:47 GMT -5
Post by Nyfe on Sept 28, 2015 20:23:47 GMT -5
Nyfe was not present in the fourth arena, but his voice echoed through it, however mainly focused only to the two standing before eachother.
"I'm a little busy at the moment so this rudimentary telepathy will have to do. Arena Four, Sis versus Neon White. You may begin."
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Sept 28, 2015 20:56:36 GMT -5
Post by Rani on Sept 28, 2015 20:56:36 GMT -5
I'm a little dangerous Nyfe was obviously too good to make an appearance, but no matter, she'd see him eventually. She would just have to get through this fight, and it was clear it would be a difficult one after such a long break. That's what it would have to be now. During the time Nyfe was relaying his message, the black mass expanded to a mere ten meters in diameter but quickly reduced to a five meter diameter below her feet as a portion of it took on a gray color and fuse into her physical body. This was the defense. "Antima. Rage Turalthirum." She muttered softly, her exposed eye taking on a more lifelike appearance opposed to her usual dull gray that was the dhenada's look. The halos the had previously dissipated quickly made their second appearance behind her, slamming into the ground to disappear, three of them, creating a long line in the ground far behind her. This was the offense. |
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Sept 28, 2015 21:23:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 21:23:40 GMT -5
I'll tame you.
A series of numbers left his lips in silence crafting a modest amount of calculations before a digit was decided upon.
3.
At his feet coiled a violent wave of rotating wind to rise and imprison the teen, with both hands steadfast to his sides, winds picked their speed to form a gale storm of pure elemental carnage. A power released by the unlocking of metal barriers. 3/15 set free to run vectors in a counterclockwise motion guiding wind before suddenly snapping the flow to bring calm around the male. Fractions of what gust did carry traced at the white concrete whist his right hand rose with a vertical swing to tear asunder a four pronged dance of invisible blades crafted purely of mother earth's punishing breath. Each blade carried the strength to scar metallic walls with their trajectory aimed to the woman with a speed of 75 mph. |
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Sept 28, 2015 22:04:29 GMT -5
Post by Rani on Sept 28, 2015 22:04:29 GMT -5
Let me show you what my love is like. As the winds began to rise, Glaza was quick to have the last section of mass become a gray color and become one with her body as well. It was a strange feeling, these abilities she had chosen but they were necessary. "Antima. Sloth Turalthirum." She whispered softly, quickly forcing her physical vessel to shift into the Dhenada's well known ghost-like form upon noticing his his right hand rising as if to attack. Behind her, the line along the ground had expanded in thickness and shot up into what looked like a large gate within moments. Various chains had crossed the front of the door-less gates and a large eye with a metallic silver iris was embedded into the top portion of the gate. She hadn't bothered to move much from the attack thrown her way, no matter the damage- if there was damage done to her- this person was going down with her. She was a bit crazy in that way. "Feast." A smile pulled at the corners of her lips and the eye upon the gate opened wide placing it's gaze upon her opponent. Large tendrils shot out from within the gate and began to multiply rapidly, expanding across a twenty-five diameter radius, even going underground to seek out any form of energy around that was not registered as a Dhenada. |
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Sept 28, 2015 22:41:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 22:41:22 GMT -5
Grasp hatred first.
A foolish errand grasped if he had stayed still. A task left to his vectors simply avoided by the sudden shift of motion to carry his body toward the right in a blur of ebony and ivory. Simple speed picked ten miles below mach one. A lazed gaze kept at the femme using his vectors to guide his motions as the AoE expanded slightly to better gain 'sight' of what path could be taken. A taste upon the invisible feelers ticked from beneath as a breath of irritation left ivory lips.
"Keep up." The male paused with a single foot skidding along the ground with the other still risen and bent whilst a collection of force piled from beneath the sole of his sneakers. A snap released said collection to carry him in silence like a whisper in a crowd of millions, each step taken building energy to be release in a single instant as the application of slowed timed corrupted his senses in his moment of blurred motion. What was once a blur of ivory and ebony generated coiling electricity to fully envelop the edge of the battlefield. Numerous pops translated into violent explosions riddled the air like the beat of war drums before all but silence kissed the once frayed noise. Unseen, just whispers of his being illustrated in motion before fading from sight. |
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Sept 28, 2015 23:20:34 GMT -5
Post by Rani on Sept 28, 2015 23:20:34 GMT -5
I will break you. As he kept a little gaze on her, she used the opportunity to make the slightest moment of eye contact, if this was not enough to pull him in, there was her second plan. A devious smile pulled at her lips and she pulled back the tendrils of Gehenna's Gates by ten meters. Antima switch. Rage to Sloth. The focus of all sounds around her was a whole new experience and the smile upon her face became one of pure joy. Her opponent could try to run all he wanted, but she was going to get him. "Keep up." The moment he spoke, she was quick to manipulate a link between the sound of his own voice and her illusionary ability causing it to echo all around the two. As the echoing faded into silence, the sky around the two grew dark the source of light came from the flames of blue and green that sprouted among the various areas of the arena, should he have started running during the time the echos started, he would find that his speed began to decrease slowly. The gates that once stood behind her had disappeared, and soon the environment itself was beginning to change. Down her right arm, her Deva slid into her hand where it shifted into it's third physical form of a small black dagger. "Antima. Sloth Turalthirum, complete." |
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Sept 29, 2015 12:39:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 12:39:33 GMT -5
Weird.
His decrease in speed evident, the halt of acceleration ceased cutting off his motion entirely. The AIM field shrinking to encompass his natural figure whilst curious eyes bound themselves within the illusioned reality. Both arms lifted above his head as half-lidded gaze marked the femme.
"I'm bored now," he mused. "I give." |
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