Open Challenge (Advanced.)

[Galefore]

The title says advanced, as in advanced difficulty and preferably an advanced member. That means NO SHORT POSTS. Follow basic gunjin rules, and here's the battleground. We'll decide after the challenge is accepted who opens.

BF: The great darkened castle, it's inner throne room to be exact, complete, so to speak, with a throne and draped windows. This is a simple room, there are two pillars connected to the cieling (Destroying them is inconsequential), and lastly there is no light except a trickle enough to give slight visibility. I'll use Delryan Froszk, last page of the BoW.

I DEMAND POSTS OF THREE PARAGRAPHS OR MORE, NO SHORT JUNK.

[Vgfian]

what are you babeling about now,gale.and how exactly do you play.

[Galefore]

Erm, dude, don't mess around in this kind of topic. No offense.

[Vgfian]

why do you have a no spam sign above your message. and what do you mean that i shouldn't mess around with this kind of topic.though i am kind of lazy when it comes to a lot of typing.

[Galefore]

First off, you're spamming up a challenge, which is not a good thing. Also, this is a challenge topic for Gunjiners only, not a topic to chat in. I'm challenging someone to a fight, and only an older member, so no offense, but you can't accept. Clear enough for you?

[Vgfian]

okay.fine.

[Galefore]

STOP POSTING IF YOU PLEASE...

[Repster]

Aidan opened his eye and it instantly glowed faintly in the low light. The first sign, and only sign of his arival. He did not bother to remember if there had been guards or anything else in his way, they never mattered. They could not see, hear, smell, feel, or even taste him if he did not want them to. Few things could. he had mastered the art of true sneakiness to the level that he escaped sixth senses. Seventh, eight ninth and tenth as well for that matter. He could kill with a single precise strike. The very definition of the perfect assassin. Unfortunately... his personality was FAR from that.

*CRASH*

His hammer smashed threw one of the pillar with a much exaggerated amount of noise. The simple ten pound black smith's tool went over his broad shoulders casually. He stepped into the middle of the chamber. No longer hiding the monk stood his full unimpressive five foot six. Unlike many warriors, his build was not of the impressive bulging muscle variety. He was an athlete, well muscled, well toned, not an once of misplaced fat. His body was a well built tool, efficient to a frightening level. There were many stronger, yet they put five times the effort in things he found relativity simple. Short messy red hair the colour of blood drew the eye from a distance. One got closer thought, the golden right eye that held madness was far more interesting. As was the scar that started over the left, and descend down stopping under his right ribs only after it sliced him neatly in half. That was the only kind of cut that could have left such a scar. compared tot hat, the gold dragon that spiraled around his right arm was nothing of interest, even if it was uncannily lifelike. The eye patch baring an ancient unknown symbol? Downright mundane.

His hammer struck down breaking the stone floor beneath his bare feet. His loose white silk trousers shook slightly from the aftershock, his belt however, did not move. The thick leathers inertia not so quick to be overcome. Nor was the dragon buckle of silver. The not quite a man chuckled as he took a swig of the silver flask at his right hip, and clipped it back in a fluid motion.
"YO! Anybody home? I'ma bored over here."
His voice rang out across the castle. How was unknown, it just did. A voice not unlike pure fire.

[Galefore]

I'll have the post up Saturday. Is that okay?

[Repster]

I've fought Joker. Patience is something I have in large quantaties. Take your time.

[Galefore]

^OOoooh... I see your point. Thanks for giving me some freedom.

[Galefore]

OoC: If you want to take Scripture’s suggestion, I’m all for it. Tell me whether or not your last post counted as one of your three, though.

Folner’s Fortress was the name of the castle. As in, of course, the castle in this story, and the castle that this battle was fought in. What battle? A great battle between a fiery monk and a solemn elemental, but you will see that later for yourself. The fortress that this took place in was so dull, but so cold, it was so sorcery laden… It was of course once occupied by troops of a certain nation, but an evil took a chance to hasten the occupants away, and away they went. So, there were robberies, and the fortress lost all of its treasure. All that was left was the stone throne which was carved into the wall. This is where sat a warrior of odd nature.

Light was the air, ethereal, really, and some of it blew into the building and alighted on the face of the Warrior on the throne. In his mind were blank thoughts, like an empty bullet ricocheting continually through the head. His facial expression showed no amusement or boredom, only a blank, awake stare that would penetrate a viewer with a meek heart. The archaic room about him was as lifeless as he was, barely lit and gray, dim and mindless, reeking of abandonment but splendorous somehow on its own. This was odd, but these thoughts never crossed the death-like man on the throne, who only slightly moved from time to time, his cheek on his right arm, which rested comfortably on an armrest. He was extremely odd looking indeed, as odd looking as could be. Notably, he seemed deformed, as his skin was gray as if decaying, and his eyes were filled with gray as if pools of dark intent. His hands were like calamity, black and chaotically so, as his all too real blackness faded back to the gray skin around his uppermost part of his forearm. He had a helmet of silver on his head, which fit like an amorphous object that knew his head’s shape, and his hair barely stuck out. He was frightening, perhaps, for some to behold, but obviously of no harm unless provoked or forced. He was oddly placed in such a room, but he was un-caring. He merely waned away the pointless hours.

He was archetypical of boredom and dullness, not in feature, as he was extravagant to look upon, but his dull gray skin, his dull gray eyes, his pitch black hands…

He was terrible. As sudden as he was beginning to relax, a voice called out in an odd accent. Delryan sat straight up, gradually in motion, and stared out into the distance. There, at the end of the room, stood an enigma of a creature. But apparently his thoughts were not enigmatic, because he was booming loudly of his boredom. Him? Bored? Hardly so; Delryan, as this was the gray-man’s name, was far more bored, but not audibly.

From his antediluvian throne the warrior rose, and slowly and silently stepped down. He had an expression exactly like the one he had had this whole time, his anomalous eyes never blinking or narrowing, the glint of normality that was the pupil never leaving the monk. He stepped closer, and the two odd looking foes faced each other in an odd sort of facedown. A humongous hammer was apparently the monk’s implement of attack. Delryan held nothing. His hands were his weapon. He was uncaring as to whether it was effective or not, he was not yet provoked, but he seemed provoked to anger merely by the sight of the hammer-burdened man. Strangely, he decided to himself to attack instead of wait for reason. He was incredibly bored in every sense, so why not?

Delryan jabbed his right hand directly towards the foe, and this caused, of course, the foe to dodge and stare in wonder. Delryan moved his fist towards the monk, who now seemed to wish to swing his hammer, and a funnel cloud of small proportions flew out and, just in time, caught him and sent him hurtling like a dummy towards the wall of the dim hall. Such unprovoked violence was rare of Delryan, but what care had he? None, and that was the best reason he had at that time. The monk began to stir…

Delryan’s fist came up again, it’s pitch dark skin grasping at the enemy. He once more released a funnel, in hopes of one more successful hit, but the now grinning monk obviously had something in store…

[Repster]

Ooc: Three attacks eh? Considering I never really like popularity contests, and never stand a chance in em... sounds better to me for that... Course, ultimatly mods and admins have all the power, but meh. Better to settle this how it should be done. By the ways of the forum itself.

Just for the hell of it. This is what you should expect.

Attack number one.
The counter, the set up, the test, the begining. The follows this Ooc. Cause you know... not being able to do nothing agasint you at all would not be fun for one of my three.

Attack number two.
Your clue is in the Title.

Attack number three.
Plan K.

(Yes, I follow from plan A to plan Z depending on wich fits best. Not all of them are used often, nor do I remember more then a dozen of em usually, but I consider them all in one way or another. I just like plan K more... and so does Aidan.)
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Aidan crouched against the wall as he was about to crash into it. His legs pushed back and he was send above the second funnel, barely. The pain of having his legs break slightly and repair themselves from the impact would throw off his aim slightly.

He spun in the air, much like a crazed top, and the hammer flew straight out before a sudden surge of higher gravity brought him to the ground. The monk fell gracefully and landed gently as the gravity lightened up immediately afterwards.

Delryan moved aside from the hammer, in a strange manner, which cause Aidan's fist to miss his head by a a bare inch, how anything could move that fast was ludicrous. His foresight had warned him of the fist, yet Aidan's heel took him completely by surprise. It smashed into his face with brute force belying the monk's size. His nasal cavity cracked slightly under the blow as he skidded back. No, not the blow itself his helmet had mostly protected against that, some sort of extra force channeled and fueled by the momentum was the culprit.

The black handed man looked to the monk, and blinked. The bare chested one stood there, hammer once again held in left hand over his shoulder. His stance looked so casual, as if lounging at home
"Tch, why so rude Tiny? Kids these days, not even introducing themselves before attacking. What happened to common courtesy? Names Aidan by the way."
Then he moved. There was nothing more to call it. To call it a run was exaggerating the motion, it took no more effort then a simple hustle for Aidan. Yet, one could only hustle so fast before a new term was needed, and Aidan left that mark in the dust.

Once again Delryan's foresight, however minor it was, told him Aidan next move exactly. Once again he reacted to it perfectly. His hand caught the hammer, which had barely enough force behind it for him to feel it, and his other fist went straight for Aidan. The monk that was not where he was supposed to be. The funnel did not even ruffle the monk's clothing as he positioned himself precisly with Delryan's new position. The slight delay allowed Delryan's foresight to anticipate the blow, a blow that never came. Aidan crouched on one leg to avoid Delryan's free hand, a hand that should have hit him square in the middle of the head. The whire clothed one's second leg struck out straight into the much larger warrior's gut and lifted him slightly in the air.

Everything seemed to slow down. Delryan could see the monk's smirk, the crazed look in his eye as he yanked the hammer, and Delryan towards him. Foresight told Delryan of what was coming. This time, it was completely on the mark, yet he could do nothing to avoid it. He only had a early glimpse of his fate. The monk spoke.
"Careful now, you woke the dragon, and it breathes fire."
Aidan's empty right hand went up, the hand upon which his gold dragon brand rested it's head, and the elemental could see the fire building within it. The flame wilder's palm struck with enoght raw strength to throw him into the air, the explotion that struck at the extact same time burnt and sent him higher, then came the unseen force, Aidan's very chi that unlike the other two, completely bypassed his armor and whatever toughness his very flesh had. It also lacked kinetic force, but the other two made up for it easilly. Delryan felt the blow to his heart as if he had been cut open and laid bare to allow Aidan a free shot at the organ. Compared to that, the other forms of damage were negligible. Of course, one of such power could not be dealt away in such a manner easily, but it sure as hell hurt and disrupted his blood flow sending the spike of pain and anguish threw his entire body. Not to mention the momentary laspe in all bodily functions.

Aidan took in the much lesser pain from the raw force and exertion of expending some of his chi in stride, backwards as easilly as forward, leaving the cracked stone where he had stood a few feet in front od him. He waited looking up, then down as Delryan body was subject to the sudden surge of gravity pulling him down quite a lot faster then normal. He chuckled madly and took a swig from the flask clipped to his right hip. His smirk grew as he tossed aside the head of his hammer aside, the only thing that had survived that explotion. His eye glowed with more feral intensity then before. A wild beast toying with his prey while the element of surprise was on it's side. How fast would Delryan learn what Aidan was? Far to many were rendered powerless before they even had a glimer of understanding...

"Show me what you got, kid."

[Galefore]

Right-o, the deciding, at least officially, probably won't be done by this battle alone, but in the end, it will be a test of who's the better fighter of the two candidates. Expect something from me soon, as now I have two posts to cook in the ol' oven tonight. Expect my next one to be served piping hot.

[Galefore]

OoC: The point of this battle is to prove our skill and beat the crap outta the opposite, so don’t mind if I seem a bit overpowered in the forthcoming post:

Delryan’s very soul was in pain, and even after his successful annunciation of his presence and his simple challenge, the monk had now proven quite substantially that he was nothing to toy with. Damn, that blow had hurt. Delryan steadied his mind for a minute, and stared with his blank eyes once more ahead, angrily and quite deviously, and even Aidan the mad-man was a bit scared (Not very, but a bit) to see the look on Delryan’s face. Now the monk was prepared to see a large amount of badly deserved wrath. The tornado elemental began to spin angrily, and he gave no sign of stopping, as he grunted and levitated suddenly, funnels now visibly forming on his knuckles.

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe eeePOOM

Delryan created this calamitous noise when he used his funnels like a tornado emanating from a tornado, and the funnels grew to fifty feet in size might I add, because as they spun they picked up wind and speed, and Delryan’s fist fed the power as well. Aidan was successfully able to dodge a few times, but soon his smirk almost faded as the funnel caught him and a few nasty rocks which pounded him began to appear, and he was sent flying madly around, being sucked quickly into a tornado forming around Delryan. Del’s foresight annotated that Aidan would escape, but he aimed to change it. He continuously fed more funnels to the now rock infested funnel that contained the battered monk, and it grew continuously until Delryan could safely pull him in. Aidan was subjected by pure force.

Aidan of course tried to use fire to escape, angrily yelling and strangely occasionally laughing, but Delryan was going to make certain that he was not made a fool of. As he thought this, up came the fire monk. Delryan took no time, he jabbed outwards and his tensed muscles stretched as he punched the monk in the face with all of his might, and he released a funnel as well, so as the monk bled from his face, he also hurtled into another wall.

For a moment, Delryan repeated this, punching him in various other places, and hitting him with more rocks, occasionally dodging an explosion of attempt to escape. Delryan noticed that even the obviously battered Aidan was quickly bouncing back with as much energy, and really not trying hard to escape. In hopes of quickly finishing Aidan before he could fully retaliate, the now impatient Delryan sped the tornadoes up so greatly that the veils on the windows were torn to nothingness, and Aidan began to grimace as he was constricted and violently slung into walls and hit by pillar-sized stones that had been uprooted. Light now entered the room. Blood was on the floor and in a mess around the walls, and the pillars and walls were gone in several areas. The halls were now visible. As well as these things, the throne was still in place as unharmed as ever, which was odd only because the wind was strongest around that area. That throne must have had some sort of enchantment, but at the time of the battle, Delryan decided not to concern himself with that kind of thing.

Now Aidan had to be sick of the damage he was taking. He was obviously quickly recovering from the broken nose and bleeding spots, but he had suffered quite a few painful things which were, as previously stated, well warranted. Delryan didn’t even break a smirk, as even though this was a high power move, it wasn’t meant to kill Aidan. It was merely a show of power, similarly to Aidan’s attack and counter. The wound that Delryan had received was still burning, and this was why Delryan meant to leave a lasting mark of his own on the old monk.

Now was the time to leave Aidan to bleed. Floating towards a hole in the wall, Delryan plummeted and then dashed, the funnels oddly dissipating as suddenly as they had formed, the wind slowing down and the realization of destruction captivating the small area. Delryan’s foresight told of Aidan’s quick coming and a fiery pain soon to come, and thinking in retrospect to Aidan’s previous attack, Delryan began to think of a way to counter the moves that Aidan may use to burn him again. Aidan was a powerful user of combustion. Delryan had dealt with fire-wielders when he battled Kerk the Blaze Tradition Elemental, and knew that deadly speed and fire was a combination not to be dealt with again. Still, even in this fear, Delryan was facing another situation of battle against his least favorite combatant type. His eyes glinted again, his foresight catching a glimpse of a painful future that he had now seen several pester some times, and he quickly shook his head to drive the vision away.

Down a corridor of the gloomy castle he shot a voluminous funnel again, which vacuumed instead of repelled, so anything that way would come to him. He found out that that was not the case. His vision blurred as it suddenly adjusted to the sight of the monk avoiding the funnel and appearing just a yard away. He let out a doleful moan. Aidan was coming to get revenge, and Delryan feared full force once again.

[Repster]

Ooc: This post is overly long for an obvious reason. Had to fit with the founding principle of the thing.
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Aidan hands went up, and as the did fire burst from the floor beneath. A ring of continues gouts of flames. Then, the thunderous exploding stopped, yet the fire remained. Beings of pure fire each bearing an instrument of some sort stood there and stared. Then, they played. Delryan blinked at them , and the music and he stared at Aidan, not a scratch on his with could be considered a microphone made of pure fire. His pants had changed to be MUCH looser, so much so they devoid all possible semblance of practicality.

You can't touch this

Aidan's voice rang out threw the room, and got right up in Delryan's face.

You can't touch this

Aidan proved his words as Delryan missed his punches by mere inch, yet the monk was unharmed.

You can't touch this

Having dodged and spun, even with his back turned Aidan slipped by the strikes against his person.

You can't touch this

He backed away slightly to avoid Delryan's punches and wind. He made it seem easy.

My, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say "Oh my Lord"
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet

His fiery voice rang out in song with his newly summoned orchestra providing the beat as it were. He moved towards his opponent once again.

It feels good, when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, they can't touch

Delryan's fist went straight for Aidan face. This, whatever he was planning, would end right now. Delryan put more effort then ever into it. He pushed himself. Aidan's smirking visage was plainly visible as he ducked, and weaved, out of the way of the attack, and those that followed. He stood slightly aside with a particular look on his face.

I told you homeboy, You can't touch this.
Yeah, that's how we living and you know,You can't touch this.
Look at my eye, man,You can't touch this.
Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics,You can't touch this.

The monk moved.

Fresh new kicks, advance

His foot slammed into Delryan's arm with ludicrous speed, as he continued to avoid everything Delryan threw at him. Stung was an understatement of what it had felt like. Unless it was done by a ten foot killer bee.

You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance

Never was his voice interrupted as he began exchanging more blows then ever. Or rather, giving them, and not taking any back. A rare punch here, a kick there. None with much force, yet always the ki behind struck Delryan's very flesh. Not hard, but enough to start making him sore, just enough to start making his every move harder and start to hurt. Enough to slow him down and make it that much easier to avoid his futile attacks.

So move, outta your seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it's rolling, hold on
Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on
Like that, like that
Cold on a mission so fall them back
Let 'em know, that you're too much
And this is a beat, they can't touch

Delryan upped his attacks. Faster, stronger, more of them. He pushed himself harder and harder. Aidan stopped hitting back, yet the smaller man still refused to be hit. He dodged, ducked, dived, dipped, and dodged some more. He barely even acknowledged the attacks. Wind carving into the stone from raw force, yet it had no effect on the light footed monk.

Yo, I told you, You can't touch this
Why you standing there, man? You can't touch this
Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka .You can't touch this

The tornado elemental stopped to gather his breath again. Aidan smashed his first into Delryan and the fiery explosion knocked him away, and Delryan skidded back.

Give me a song, or rhythm
Make 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'em
Now, they know
You talking about the Hammer you talking about a show
That's hype, and tight
Singers are sweating so pass them a wipe
Or a tape, to learn
What's it gonna take in the 90's to burn
The charts? Legit
Either work hard or you might as well quit

That's word because you know...

Aidan moved right next to Delryan, and stood there. Unmoving, taunting the much larger man to try and hit him. Delryan struck. Pushing a veritable storm toward Aidan. The monk jump, flipped, and with an acrobatic display, avoided it with the greatest of ease. Raw speed was a hard thing to match.

You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this

With his next words, as he landed right behind Delryan, things changed, slightly.

Stop, Hammer time!

The music stopped for a moment, Delryan turned and Aidan's fist smashed into his leg. His armor plating bent under that fist as if it were some weak alloy struck by a rather powerful hammer. In fact, that what the dent looked like. How was almost inconcievable. The music started up again.

Go with the funk, it is said
That if you can't groove to this then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust a few moves, fun your fingers through your hair
This is it, for a winner
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move, slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bump

His leg plating now painfully pressing against his leg, restricting the movement of his leg, Aidan had no trouble drop kicking him in the face using the force to pushed him away from Delryan that tried to strike out at him again.

Yeah... You can't touch this.
Look, man.You can't touch this.
You better get hype, boy, because you know,You can't touch this)
Ring the bell, school's back in.You can't touch this)

Aidan was right back next to him.

Stop, Hammer time!

This time it's was's Aidan foot that struck like a hammer and dented armoring, once again on the same leg, if at a different spot. Almost crippling it's movement until that armor plating could be removed. It also hurt like hell from the constant pressure.

You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this

Stop, Hammer time!

This time Aidan used his head, and it still hit like a hammer and dented up Delryan's armor oh so much more. Effectively locking it in place.

Every time you see me
The Hammer's just so hype
I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this?
With others making records that just don't hit
I've toured around the world, from London to the Bay
It's "Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo Hammer"
And the rest can go and play

You can't touch this

Aidan jumped around Delryan, taunting him, insulting him, all out just trying to provoke him more.

You can't touch this

The monk slapped him across the face, an insulting gesture that should not have hurt, but the ki behind it did, making his entire skull vibrate giving him a nasty headache.

You can't touch this

Delryan's foresight could just not pinpoint what the monk would do next. What it told him never was enough. He still ducked under his fist and struck. Now having been battered, and tired, and full of rage, and with a locked leg, Aidan had the freedom to keep slipping by all attacks and strike just as always. Whether hand, fist, foot, knee, elbow, head, or anything else Aidan decided to strike with, or to, armor did nothing to protect Delryan. Even worse. Aidan was slowly denting the entirety of it, deforming mail of ring and chain, restricting the wind wielders movement.

You can't touch this

A realisation dawned on Delryan. Aidan was insane, and fast. Oh so quick on his feet and off. His mind raced as his body fought barely on instinct for show now, he knew it was pointless to try and attack to monk until he backed off.

You can't touch this

Could the monk be pushing himself that far, and not harming himself? Could the monk actually be faster then his foresight. Could his foresight actually be right and the monk just be able to dodge Delryan's counter attack even as he knew where the monk would be. That must be it. He could see what would happen... but Aidan was just to god damned fast to attack. Aidan kept up his assault.

You can't touch this

How could anything be that fast? Everything has limits. Could Aidan have been constantly been pushing himself that far? How could anything be able to survive that and be laughing and smiling... No... it could not be

You can't touch this

Monks are the pinnacle of stability, dicipline, serenity. Aidan, was unstable, carefree, and insane. How could such a mix exist. How could anything maintain the skills without the discipline. Then it hit him, as hard as any blow from Aidan. Aidan was fire in it's purest form. Chaotic. That was it. That explained it. Aidan was not only a creature of fire, but pure unrestricted chaos... That was the only way something could push himself farther the mortal limits so easily. The monk kicked him square into the chest ad he backed off.

You can't touch this

Aidan stopped. He stood there and his grin told of a grim fate. He clapped his hands together violently, and the surrounding creatures composed of pure fire shot out and all converged on one spot. A spot where Delryan stood. Delryan had somewhere near three dozen explosive creatures strike him for all sides. He was unable to even have the relief of been sent flying in a direction or another, they smashed into him at such a rate that each of the "fiery doomy 'splody guys" sent him into another, and then that one to another. So on until the last stuck him from below... right up to where Aidan had been waiting. He threw his monk and the final explosion that rocked Delryan sent him crashing down at an incredible velocity.

Aidan landed gracefully right next to him and bounced aside. He took a swig from his flask, and chuckled. Standing casually once more. Delryan struggled to his feet, his massacred armor a severe hindrence. How could Aidan have done that to such a sturdy alloy.
"Armor is useless against one who builds it. It always has kinks, weakness, oh so easy to exploit. A simple good strike can shatered an unproperly tempered piece of steel, or any alloy. Either that, or bend it like tin. Metal, is still metal. A little heat, a little ki, and a little force, and it's rendered useless if not made specificaly to defend against it. You got one move left kid, feel free to take off that useless armor first. One move, then I end this. Make it count."
He laughed madly matching the more crazed then ever look in his eye, as he took another swig of his flask, and his blood that was strewn across the field of battle began to glow ever so slightly.

Ooc: By the way, in case you did not know. Only thing in that flask is whiskey. Regular, so strong it negativly affected the taste, whiskey Pushing himself to that "limit" does drain Aidan. If it was not for his regen, that also drains him, he'd pretty much have torn himself apart by now. Aidan always has been a berserker at heart.

[Galefore]

^Wow. Give me two days and I'll have something along those lines. This is a battle for who out of the two of us is the greater battler, and now I've been pushed. Just let it be known that winner gets the finisher, so Aidan might have to put a halt to that "One more and I'll finish it" talk o' his! My last move is next, and trust me, it'll count! [/End falsely cocky taunt]

In truth, I'm incredibly impressed! This, whether the outsome is loss or win for me, will be a short but great battle to remember!

Edit: here are the OoC's I had at the end of the last post, which I had to delete to allow the post to be posted for lack of room.


OoC; The oncoming post is overly long for an obvious reason as well: To outdo and/or match your previous MC Hammer fueled post!

OoC: Alright, some information about Delryan’s power might have been in order here, but I’ll leave it up to you discover his strengths and weaknesses from the post you just read. That was him at full power, but not fighting as hard as he can. Against anyone but a regenerator, that would have my finishing move, but considering you “Special” talent, there was only one way to counter that, and that was with repeated drains of energy and attempts to permanently damage an appendage. Even that failed. Hopefully that wasn’t too God-mode for you! I wait your final post, Reppy!

One more thing: great battle and all, but please tell me in the last part of your post if you want to track down the judge or just let me do it. Alright? Good. Carry on.

[Galefore]

So, it was time now, was it? The monk wanted him to make a move that counted, did he? After that little musical excursion, Delryan’s senses, ears, mind, everything was reeling. This genuine fool wanted a show of power? He would get what he wanted, and this was how…

Delryan’s armor fell to the floor in a heap as he quickly unstrapped it. However, this was odd: Delryan had unstrapped without touching his armor. The smirking Aidan raised a nonchalant eyebrow to this, as if unimpressed but surprised and curious. Delryan had done it through his control of all air, and his ability to manipulate even its currents. Now that he was desperate, he would use the whole world as a weapon.

All of the air in the world was his. He had control of its flow, he has control of its force, he had control of its direction, and its approximate usage in any location he chose.

This was possible simply from his title, and his cursed self sacrifice. His definition of power was :

Wind, as in able to control the wind and its components, whether it be toxic gas and oxygen, carbon by itself, and atomic structure of wind, as in separating carbons from oxides. He could kill a man from lack of oxygen, but not in his current power mode, he needed to rain for years more to reach that level…

Tornado, as in able to add force to wind. He could not only control funnels, but he could pick a victim up, decide a distance, and send him that way. He could keep him flying for days, but if that person was strong enough, his willpower could break through and allow him movement. Even force isn’t enough from an elemental to stop a person from being able to control his muscles, as that was his will, not Delryan’s. However, with enough air pressure, a person would cease moving altogether.

Elemental, as in able to use ALL elements of his ability. This is commonly misused, as only the Tradition Elementals could encompass a power and totally and unpalatably control it. The earth and wind elementals were the most deadly, being able to completely control two vital and important things. However, to completely control a power, it requires a very large amount of strain. Delryan, though able to control much of it, was physically incapable of controlling EVERY aspect of wind, but Aidan would soon find out how deadly the things Delryan could control were.

Now, Delryan used the wind as his own orchestra, conducting it with his bare hands!

Delryan stared at the loosely clothed rebel in front of him, and Aidan lifted up into the air via a mysteriour force. The force was wind, the creator was Delryan. Delryan flicked his wrist and the one of great chaos flew against a wall unstoppably, and as much as he squirmed, the monk couldn’t stop it. Gradually, with more and more force, the monk was slammed, and slammed, and slammed, and slammed.

BAM. The wall busted, and Aidan’s regeneration was recovering what was a completely shattered skull and very misshapen face. Aidan grunted and cursed, but still had that everlasting smirk. Delryan sent a spike of air pressure so powerful that it destroyed Aidan’s right arm, crushing bone and juicing it like an orange. Delryan grinned at this.

DRIP. The blood fell and created a pool. The pressure never lifted, and every time the arm attempted to recover, it was crushed again. Aidan stared at his desecrated arm, which had so powerfully attacked Delryan before, like a hammer. Delryan did the same thing with air, sending an air spike that hammered Aidan in the torso until blood burst from his mouth. Again, he regenerated, and Delryan plopped him to the ground.
As Aidan gasped, he dodged a funnel, but this didn’t help, as it grew to encompass him. Delryan used both backwards and forwards air pressure to squeeze the monk into one sealed spot, and Delryan used the only object which he hadn’t removed from his armor to attack Aidan: his spike on his shoe, the long one which protruded to create a sword like addition to his boot. It stabbed into Aidan’s leg, and the pressure crushed the leg. The formerly crushed arm, however, had recovered, and Aidan wasn’t all to happy about the energy he was losing in regenerating all of this.

Truth be told, Delryan wasn’t liking the loss of energy he was experiencing from loosening his boundaries of elemental control. After he was finished utilizing what he could, he would be drained of everything, not even able to move any longer, and completely subject to Aidan’s final wrath. Delryan didn’t care.

SWISH. The air came in a flood and tore at Aidan, slicing like blades and ripping skin and cloth. The crazed and chaotic man tried to disrupt the air with another explosion, but Delryan calmed the air and wouldn’t allow for the components to create a fire, thus stopping that. Delryan gasped for air as he strained to stop the fire from happening, as he moved back and slammed Aidan against the ceiling, and then brought him back downwards.

SWIFF, SWIFF, SWIFF, SWIFF, SWIFF.

Aidan began to spin in midair, at first slowly, but a flick of Delryan’s wrist and,

SWIF SWIF SWIF SWIF SWIF SWIF SWIF SWIF

The spinning continued. Now it was fast enough to dizzy even the drunk Aidan, and he began to pick up speed as Delryan rotated his wrist.

SWIFSWIFSWIFSWIFSWIFSWIFSWFISWIFSWIFSWIF

Now Aidan could not see anything clearly, only blurbs of light and occasionally the shape of Delryan. He flew like a funnel now, and he felt dizzy inside and out, shouting audibly at this point. Try as he may, the fiery drunk just couldn’t escape the torturous spinning, and he was still being cut by the blades of air. Delryan still grunted in strain. He flicked his wrist again, and

SWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWISWI

Aidan was now invisible to Delryan, and as the tornado elemental continued to manipulate the wind, the mad-man was unable to even be heard as he spun.

He spun for what felt like an hour, but in reality it was twenty minutes. What he didn’t know was that he was being lifted up into the air, and he was now seven-hundred feet above sea level. Delryan released his spin, and pressurized the air for him to fall downwards.

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

And so on, if you will…

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

And still so on…

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THUD.

Finally, the monk hit the ground, and was almost torn asunder, but he repaired himself and stood up, dizzy and shaken, still somehow feeling through his mind the pain of all of the crushed limbs he had just experienced. His face was still smirking. Delryan burdened himself by breaking the limit even further.

Aidan could feel his own feet being lifted again, but this time he was sealed in a bubble of air that concentrated him into it. Inside there was no oxygen, but instead, there was only carbon dioxide. All Aidan breathed for a moment was this, and it would have killed him soon, but Delryan suddenly felt the wound he had received from Aidan’s initial strike, and it burned him as it streched and stung, and he released the monk to fall. Delryan quickly resumed his attack so that the monk couldn't regain the upper hand.

SHING. The wind literally stabbed Aidan, through its pressure and sudden realignment. Out of Aidan’s back came a literal steam from the type of air that Delryan had now switched to: elemental wind, which was black and unbreathable by all except the controller. This was a cheap trick, but it messed with Aidan’s insides for a moment. Using a burst of pressure from behind him, Delryan dashed and reached the drunk, punching him with no stop. The punch was as usual fueled with fury, with hate, and with wind. It snapped the man’s neck, but he quickly recovered, smirk still intact.

Lift, and smack. Delryan began to follow this pattern for a moment. Now that smirk was getting under his skin, and he smashed him against walls and ceilings over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over…

And lastly, a few minutes later, he fell. He regenerated again. AGAIN?! Delryan was furious! FURIOUS!

MORE? HE WANTED MORE? NO MERCY, NOT ANYMORE! Delryan’s head echoed with blank words such as these, concentrating still the wind around him into weapons to attack Aidan.

SPLURT, a tear in the air ripped open Aidan’s skin and exposed his ribcage, but it healed.

SPLURT, Aidan’s throat was cut, and he gurgled blood for a moment of pain. The regen set in again.

SPLURT, the blood splashed again as the monk’s arms were crushed. He recovered once more, draining more out of Aidan and at the same time draining will from Delryan.

Drip, the drops fell from the ceiling as Delryan attacked Aidan again by smashing him into a sharp rock that had been formed when the walls were crushed.

This went on for all too long, all too long indeed.

*****

Now it had been an hour since the onslaught had started. Delryan was out of energy, almost still trying desperately to hold his perseverance, and still holding on to his life. He sighed, and Aidan dropped. The monk stood up and dusted himself off.

“You finished yet?” Aidan said in a raspy tone. His vocal cords had not yet fully recovered from a slash recently received. Delryan lifted his head, and spoke the only word he had used since his suicide attempt.

“No.”

Aidan now found it hard to breath. No, impossible! He couldn’t breath! He silently gasped, as not a bit of air came out or in. He was unable to absorb anything! How? How could such a thing happen and happen so speedily? Aidan realized it quickly and shockingly:

Delryan was holding the air away from his mouth, using his last bit of strength to try to keep him from breathing. Let’s see him regenerate from dying of suffocation!

Del held the air away, grunting and coughing, his muscles tense and bulging, his body releasing perspiration from his forehead and otherwise his whole body, his eyes filming over and feeling the sting of droplets hitting the fading color of the iris.

Aidan silently sputtered and tried to cough, but nothing would happen. He couldn’t yell, or even try to yell, as he fell to his knees. He wasn’t being held back, but he didn’t try to walk forward.

He was too concerned with the smothering and the force…

Delryan closed his eyes and shouted loudly, begging silently for Aidan to die so he could stop this strain. But Aidan wouldn’t die.

The minutes ticked away.

Aidan had a knack for survival. Even an elemental finishing move wasn’t effective! This was inconceivable! Delryan was paralyzed in fear that he might not finish the monk before he crashed and was unable to continue his control of the air.

Aidan was just about to die…

Delryan was just about to cave…

The tense moment passed, the warriors both on their knees, four yards apart, bathed in sunlight from a window created from the monk’s own torture, and both squirming in torture.

Who would cave first, unable to hold any sort of ability for any longer, unable to care about anything else but survivable, both of which with their lives on one final wire, which when cut would decide who stood up, and who attacked next.

If Delryan caved first, Aidan could attack and finis him without a very large struggle.

If Aidan caved first, he would die, and the battle would end.

Delryan’s foresight wasn’t functioning anymore, and he couldn’t foretell who would lose this game of wits. Del was sweating, in pain, staring blankly ahead, his eyelids fluttering and slowly blinking, trying to close from the pain…

This game was not going to end any time soon. Somehow Aidan was still alive. Somehow, his chaos granted him unnatural life. This anomalous thing was making Delryan timorous: what would Aidan do if he survived the elemental suffocation? Delryan shuddered at that thought. The enemy was strong. They had both proven their limits and their sting. Now Delryan was at his limit’s end, but wait!

All of the regen use that Aidan had been forced into had to have drained the monk of most of his energy, but how much? How much of his abounding power did he have left? How much longer before all of this ended…?

The fear built evermore.

The seconds ticked, and Delryan knew that if this failed his every effort would have only been to slow Aidan down.

Now it was over, and in a flash, a body fell with a thud. The body, of course, was Delryan’s. It was exhausted, and drained of almost every power. He looked to see if Aidan was still alive, and to his dismay, the monk was sitting alone, gasping heavily for precious, OH SO precious air. The monk’s smirk returned gradually, and he drank from the flask once more, standing up.

Now Delryan lay flat on the ground, dread built up in his stomach, and he felt as if deep inside someone had opened him up and started toying with his organs. He gasped for a moment to regain normal breathing, as most of his previous breaths were strained, and though of how easy it was for the insane monk to regain normal status and survive a four minute’s choking! All of that power was wasted, and Delryan regretted it as he lifted his face and body. He was now able to use foresight again, and without his armor, he might be able to dodge some of Aidan’s next attack. The monk chuckled, and stared at the elemental in his pathetic state.

Now the outcome would be decided. Who had been drained of more energy in that previous scuffle? Del from his control, or Aidan from his regeneration?

That would soon be found out all to well.

[Repster]

Ooc: Plan, mother burning K. KAMAKAZIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!. Skip to the next ooc if you want a quick overview, you know. Just in case you don't have much time and just want to know what I did real quick. Wich should be obvious. It's how I do things.
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Delryan blinked as his foresight kicked in, and blinked again as he saw it happen before his eyes. Aidan burned, and bled. He yet still bled from wounds that had not regenerated, and his flesh burn form the inside. They're was no display of fire, or any such thing as of power ripping out in physical manifestation focusing an attack, his skin simply burnt and fell away. What was done to him was an impressive sight.

First, even with his lack of pants, having been completely torn apart from the heavy winds a few moments ago, his buckle shone as brightly as ever, as did the flask. The actual strip of leather had the decency to be damage, but the others were perfectly polished.

Unseen on the back of his neck were three wolves. White, grey, black. Unknown, and out of place with the rest of the markings.

Visible on his chest, discolored where the scar passed, was a Red Rragon. Like the gold dragon on his right arm, the red covered the area it ocupied in life-like glory. It stood there, looking at Delryan with a smug look on it's face, almost seeming to look down at the tornado elemental. Chaotic Evil to balance the Lawful good on his arm.

On his left forearm, a brass dragon lounged easily, that last of the true dragons of fire. Chaotic good.

The biceps above held a creature of pure fire, more like an armor then anything else. It held a fiery wiped with multiple tongues. Neutral. Neither lawful, good, evil, or chaotic.

His right leg was populated with a veritable pack of hellhounds, on steroids. Horned and more muscular then the regular breed, they're eyes were aglow with fire. One for every tongue of the fiery armor's whip. Lawful Evil to balance the Chaotic good.

His left leg held stallions of pure black, with hooves and manes of flame. Nightmares, the most vile and poewrful of the equines. Neutral Evil.

On his back, Delryan could feel the grace of the bright orange bird that filled his back. The fiery colors of it's very soul reflected in it's feathering, few could not recognize a phoenix. Neutral good to balance the Evil.

Near the very back claws of the red dragon were a pair of fire drakes, sleeping quietly. Chaotic neutral.

A holy flame within his left palm, and dark in his right.

A fiery sun in the middle of his forehead, three runes surrounding it, all of a different language. Purest good Good, chaotic evil ,and lawful evil. Once again, balance was attained between themselves. Runes chaotically covered the rest of his body, no two alike, few in the same language. The only thing spared where the empty spaces between, and where the would disturb the other branding of his flesh.

Aidan chuckled as he removed his eye patch,
"As I said child, one way or another. It. Ends. Now."
Seeing Aidan branded with life like adaptations of some of the most noticeable and powerful of fire creature was nothing, in Aidan's left eye socket was what send fear threw Delryan's heart. It was a simple thing, but the raw power emenating from it was undeniable. There was no pupil in that eye. Pure fire replaced it. What should have been an iris was a circle of blood, constantly changed by the ever flowing pupil. As for the "whites" they were more of a reptilian shade, much like those on his chest, and arms. The pupils would not be restricted, and Delryan barely had time to notice the iris and yellow as fire consumed them, fire that spread and exited the monk's socket flowing out half a foot to the left. Ever flowing the flame licked his flesh and the air itself.

Blood pooled around the drunk. Blood that glowed softly, blood that moved of it's own will as he stepped slowly towards Delryan. Foresight blazing he now saw the battlefield from a bird's eye view. Runes. Hundreds, thousands of them where strewn across the battlefield. Amidst it all, the outline of rather large bird. The exact same outline that was on Aidan's back. The phoenix. Symbol of life, freedom, and rebirth.

Delryan's eye widened as that last word echoed into his mind. Phoenix rarely were killed, they immolated themselves and were reborn. Aidan took a swig of his flask, and placed his bloody hand don Delryan's face. The tornado elemental tried to stop him. As much as he had been before. Yet Aidan stood defiant, unmoving, untouched. The black hands tried to block, dodge, nothing. Aidan's hand would not be denied what it wished to do.It was a simple thing to, just a touch, a slight smear. The blood was incredibly warm, hot even, but that was normal for a creature of fire.
"Boom."
There was no doubt about Aidan's fire undertone. His voice WAS fire. Fire crackling and roaring in the semblance of a word. That single word got threw within it all to Delryan, and the world was fire.

It took only an instant, but seemed like an eternity. First, the blood glowed more then ever, bathing the area in an eerie red glow. Then it grew ever so much hotter. Fire burst out, every rune, every line, every drop. All of it, including that on Delryan's head and what as left in Aidan, how could anything hold that much blood...

There was no longer and outline, the pure likeness of a phoenix was to beheld in fire for a briefer moment then any other. Then it shreiked and exploded.

The stone floor beneath they're feet was crushed by the very impact before it had the time to melt, and melt it did. The castle itself either was destroyed by the very force of the attack and send miles in every direction, or melted and was forced under incredible pressure.

There was no sound. None to be heard for miles before the roar let itself be known. Was it that it moved to fast to hear at first? Or was it that scream of the very atmosphere being torn part in every direction, and burnt, oh how it burned. Neither warrior was spared from the first, Delrayn's face being the very point of impact. Ground zero if you will.

There was little more to say, anything looking at that from miles away went blind from the shear light. It was a simple somewhat more then half sphere of pure white firery explosive death.

The only thing it could posibbly be compare to was a miniature sun coming to life, and then going nova, and remaining compressed.

Words could only cheapen it. Any atempt to even describe the size could not do justice to the how massive it was.

They're was no rubled or dust to wait to be cleared, only fire. Fire that swirled and compressed into one being, Aidan. He stood on what was left of the castle. Nothing but pure obsidian. Volcanic glass formed instantly from the sheer pressure and heat, and having cooled down sending the heat from the molten stone right back into the air fueling the explosive rage.

There, in the slab of obsidian that was left of the castle the monk stood. Looking as he did the first time he had stepped forward, except his eye. A simple dark blue iris surounded by pure white, with an average black pupil. The scar went threw that eye like the rest of his body, discoloring the eye where it passed.

Aidan waited and looked, and smelled, and listen, and let his other sense delve around him. There was not much left of the monk, just a simple man, with strange eyes. No regen, no fire, no impossible speed. Not for some time yet, just a regular drunk with years of training in the martial arts. Looking for Delryan that could have survived, if he did, it would take little effort to finish the monk off. He smirked as he took a swig from his flask. Maybe he'd be able to get off one last punch. Not much, but just enough to annoy before he was killed. Defiant to the end.
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Ooc: Hirochima. Right there in Delryan's face.. BOOM! No saving throw. Half of it being Divine energy it cannot be reduced by endure elements, and the like.

Whip out the judges as you will, 1, 2, 3, 4, 50. It matters little. Of course... I will comepltly ignore those who know little of the way of the field and would be biased.

[Galefore]

Good battle! Since both of our characters had God-like powers, it was great to whip out the good ol' powerkillysmashwind for a change! I'll get me a judge sooner or later, yet it might take a bit of time to track a good 'n down...