It didn't make sense. Night should have ended by now. A figure in grey garb rides quietly across an open prairie. Wild tufts of grass rustled in all directions, broken occasionally by misshapen patches of sand. There were mountains on both sides of this place, and the sky seemed to meld with their dark silhouettes. The stars were brighter than he had ever seen. It was the perfect temperature, but grey mist was rising from this man's mouth, dissolving over his right shoulder as he moved along.
His steed was soundless;it was made of stone. He had enchanted it years ago, and the golem had served him ever since. From a glance he looked like a desolate, frail man, but this was not true. He was physically strong, but his wiry body showed little brawn. In his left hand, a long bastard sword; in his right, he gripped a book. He wore a grey jacket, and all over it were strange black patterns. He wore an aged straw hat, which concealed much of his grey hair. A satchel sagged from his left shoulder. He looked tired beyond belief.
Why was it still dark? His mind was continuously plagued by this question. The darkness was ominous; no animals stirred. There wasn't even a breeze now. He was hoping there would be a town nearby...maybe it was wishful thinking. He bit his lip. His stony eyes peered deeply into the distance.
What waited beyond that horizon?
Ja'gan didn't think he wanted to know the answer. He placed his book in the bag, then placed a hand on the brim of his hat, slanting it. It was so quiet you could--
Ja'gan lifted his blade, and now the engraving on the side was clear. A raven gripping a snake in it's talons. He waited for whoever it was with absolute calm.
Getting closer. Grass was getting trampled. Heavy, frightened breathing. He was young. A boy about 18, rough face. He was pressing something shiny to his chest. A fog was growing now. He didn't even see Ja'gan there, mounted right in front of him. He grunted in pain as he ran into the horse. The man in grey slid off of the golem, kneeling beside the fallen youth. He had stolen a gold vase. Pretty pathetic looking kid, though. He examined the youth's neck. Yeah, he was diseased. Typical of those in severe poverty.
More footsteps. Ja'gan carried the child over to a small crevice in the sand, parting it magically until he would fit. After laying the vase with the kid, he covered the opening with grass. He waited for whoever was coming next, sheathing his sword at his side.
OoC: Finally, you get your wish. My idea was basically that Blitz is assisting a merchant farther down the prairie, whose vase was stolen, but he didn't see who took it, so Blitz isn't sure who to expect, or if he will find the culprit at all. feel free to change it, though.
OoC: Wow... I can already sense that this is going to be one hell of a battle. You'd better exert yourself in this one; I don't plan on taking it as lightly as the competition in the Sphere. Now, enjoy some of the best work I've ever done in the BA.
The moon gleamed high above, an orb of odd reddish light hovering beyond the reach of quiet Earth. Nothing made a sound this mysterious morning. Despite the fact that day was soon to arrive, the moon had been unmoving since midnight, and there was no sight of the sun. The wind was unusually silent as well, though dark stormclouds were gathering in the nighttime sky. Eerie calm swept over the land, blanketing all in a slight dread for something they could not comprehend. Something horrible was soon to happen; everyone could feel it; no one could explain it. No birds cheeped irritably, nor did any mice skitter through the cornfields, and not even the crickets played their string-like symphony. All over the world, in every humble house and on every darkened street, not a single sound was made… save for one: the sound of footsteps.
Blitz tramped hastily through the night, dashing toward a hill and keeping a close eye on the spot where the intruder had vanished. He could hardly see in the pitch-black veil of darkness, but that was the least of his problems right now; some thief had pilfered a valuable relic from the Alliance’s headquarters. It had been sheer luck that General Viscen caught a glimpse of the intruder, and had encountered Blitz on his way out of the base. There had been no time to gather more members for a search party, not when a cataclysmic event hung over their heads.
Viscen Zeth was at the swordsman’s side, running with all his muscle strength and glancing down every few moments at a holopad in his hand to make certain that they were still on the perpetrator’s tail. His gruff appearance and unshaved chin gave him a rugged appeal that could frighten many foes into submission; his buff physique lent him the power to back up that quality as well. As the duo reached the hill, Viscen glanced at the holopad once more to see that a dot that had previously been moving was now stationary on the holographic screen. “He’s just over that hill, Blitz,” said the superior officer. “There may be more of those thieving bastards, so get ready.”
Complying by unsheathing his sword with a metallic ring, Blitz steeled his resolve to retrieve the golden relic. If they could not reacquire the vase, then all of their efforts would be for naught; the entire Alliance and its legacy could crumble in a matter of days. I won’t let that happen! Blitz said, keeping the goal firmly in his mind.
Likewise, Viscen had slipped his magnum from its holster. Extra clips hung from his belt in addition to three gas bombs. The Super-E Gun was still slung over his back, but Blitz knew that his superior could draw it and launch a volley of elemental bursts in less than three seconds if necessary. For now, though, the magnum would do; the general’s surpassing marksmanship made any gun a vastly more dangerous weapon than it would be in the hands of a soldier.
As Blitz and Viscen ascended the grassy slope, the swordsman felt something plop wetly on his head. Great, he thought, it’s starting to rain.
“Great, it’s starting to rain,” said Viscen, eking a look of surprise from his comrade. The general failed to notice, however; his attention was dead-set on retrieving that o’ so important artifact, and with good reason.
They were over the hill now, and the perpetrator was in plain view. He was perched atop a horse, clutching the reigns tightly in one gloved hand and bearing a morbid-looking runic sword in the other. His clothes, which covered nearly every centimeter of his skin, were of a forbidding gray, very fitting for a thief in the night. A gray cloth was wrapped around his face, leaving his eyes the only clearly visible part of his body; a straw hat sat upon his head, also gray.
As soon as the two caught sight of their thief, Viscen raised his magnum with both hands and sighted the man with startling speed. Not one to be outdone, Blitz pointed his blade in the direction of the odd-looking man. Overconfidence was not something they could afford now; too much was at stake here, and time was running dangerously short.
Suddenly, the rain started pelting the ground with determined ferocity, rivaling the determination of the two Tears. One would almost expect a bolt of thunder to shatter the calm, but even the pelting rain sounded strangely quiet. Every moment of this unnatural night was more bizarre than the last.
“You!” shouted Blitz to the odd-looking man. “Return what you stole from us, or we shall be forced to resort to violence!” Viscen said nothing, but the tooth-bearing frown on his face plainly conveyed his thoughts on the matter.
For a time, the cloaked man did not move or speak. Then, just as Blitz was beginning to think this man might be deaf, he blinked and uttered a contemplating “Hmm….” Then there was silence once more.
This time Viscen was the one to speak. His typical American voice was forcedly calm, but furious anger loomed just beneath the surface of his breath. “Look, buddy, you have no idea what you’re gettin’ yourself into. That artifact you stole… you couldn’t possibly understand how important it is.” His magnum was unwavering, his hands perfectly steady, his single open eye sighted unblinkingly on his target, illustrating his point quite well. “If you don’t return it, something very bad will happen, and I doubt you’d appreciate how it’ll affect you.”
The man in gray gave them another blank stare as if seeing right through them. This time, though, he uttered nary a sound.
He had seen it coming, but Blitz still nearly jumped out of his skin. Viscen’s warning shot, aimed just past the man’s ear, had shattered the eerie calm with an effect similar to scraping a chalkboard with a nail file.
Viscen spoke again, but this time his eyes were narrowed to slits and he spoke threateningly, slowly, through clenched teeth. “Buddy… you do not want to piss me off.” At that very moment, a bolt of lightning ripped through the darkened sky, brilliantly illuminating the eerie scene.
Something horrible was soon to happen; everyone could feel it; no one could explain it.
As startled as Blitz was from the shot, it was amazing that the grey rider hadn't moved an inch. He wasn't fazed by a word Viscen said. In the strange, ethereal illumination generated from that bolt from the heavens, Ja'gan had taken a deep breath, and slid off of his mount.
"Listen, hand over the vase, or we'll take it ourselves. This is your last warning."
The wind had picked up again in this cruel, surreal prairie. How Ja'gan wished to taste light. By the looks of the situation, the only source that he could use was the lightning; He felt the energy from the storm brewing powerfully, as if it was inside him as well as on the outside. He was all but oblivious of Viscen's intimidating words, and he ended all hope of negotiation soon after.
Viscen had had enough. He and Blitz moved together, racing towards the culprit. The wielder of the Super Nova and the gunslinger attacked in unison, the blade and bullet...passing through their enemy?
No doubt, this guy was a Mage.
"What the hell?" Zeth inquired, noticing both of their strikes did nothing. The mage in the straw hat chuckled, and pointed to their feet. A grey aura was beneath the two of them. The mage suddenly vanished, then reappeared in front of Blitz, who jabbed his blade at the sorceror. The weapon moved through his face like air, not giving him so much as a scratch. The man in grey stuck out his hand, and it moved through Blitz like a thick cloud. He removed it, and Blitz realized he couldn't hurt them while doing this, either.
The Mage reformed at his previous spot, a few more bullets from Viscen's impatience passing through his forehead and continuing a path behind him.
The auras beneath the two warriors dissapated, and Viscen rushed the stranger again. Three gunshots. The sound of metal ricchocheting off of metal. He waggled his white blade a little, as if taunting his foes. Grey light begins to emanate from his weapon, rising through the darkness as he saw Blitz's figure approaching him, gathering a sun-bomb in his right hand.
The man in grey stood firm, his unique sword now consumed in grey flame. The grass around his feet was now drained of color, and his eyes were focused. Why that vase could be so important, he didn't know, but he wasn't about to let that kid take the blame for trying to survive. He remembered that when he left home, he wasn't too much better off.
“Eat this!” shouted the rushing swordsman, filling the sunbomb with as much fire element as he could, and hurling it toward the mage even as he rushed forward. The gray man did not move or appear fearful as the fiery orb hurtled toward him. There was a blinding explosion that threw up mud and dirt, but Blitz was not done yet. He slammed the ground with his feet and rocketed into the dustcloud with his sword outstretched. A sharp ring sang in his ears as metal struck metal, runes met runes. Apparently this mage was also somewhat of a swordsman.
Gunshots echoed in the frigid night air, piercing the cloud. There was a quiet grunt as Blitz leapt away from the culprit, determined not to be taken off guard. Slow, careful breathing was audible from the settling dust, even amidst the sound of heavy rainfall. Viscen waited, keeping his magnum raised and his trigger finger steady.
Then the dust had settled, and the gray man was gripping his left arm tightly. His eyes were narrowed to slits, and his breathing was heavy. Slowly, he peeled his fingers from his arm to find that a dabble of gray blood was trickling from a small cut.
“Listen to me,” said Viscen suddenly, drawing the mage’s attention. “If you don’t return that vase to us right now, a calamity beyond your comprehension will befall your people.”
It was a bad choice of words, for something behind those disturbing gray eyes flared. The mage’s feet left the ground only for an instant, and then he was in front of the general. His fist slammed into the officer’s chest, emanating a brilliant gray glow. Viscen’s eyes and mouth went wide, and then his body was sapped of color. Blitz stared in fear and disbelief as his superior was petrified, turned to a gasping solid stone.
For several moments, Blitz’ mouth hung open a motley terror and shock. Then, as the gray man’s deep, penetrating eyes shifted to the swordsman’s, he snapped back into reality. Hatred permeated the disbelief that had captured him before as he realized that the something he and his officer had set out to prevent now seemed almost inevitable.
“You bastard!” he shouted at the mage, filling his words with venom. “You have no idea what you’ve just done!” Fire element came to him, unprompted and uncalled, filling him to the brim. There was almost enough for ascension! …But not quite; no, ascending here and now would be dangerous. Using up all of his energy fighting this simple thief would be foolish. If he was going to prevent the impending disaster that loomed over the Alliance, he would have to apprehend this fool quickly and efficiently.
OoC: Well, that was fun. ^_^ Sorry it's a bit on the short side, but I have some things I need to get done. By the way, feel free to turn this into a god-mode battle at any time. After all, if we're going to be fighting you-know-who, then we'll probably need to do so eventually.
BiC: Ja'gan's colorless eyes studied his enemy, slightly obscured by the smoky substance rising from his mouth. His fingers slid across the brim of his hat slowly, and with his other gloved hand he reached into his satchel, withdrawing a book bound in silk that matched the rest of him. Before he could cast anything, the First of the Tears blasted off of the ground like a comet, stopping in midflight and opening his palms towards the air.
Fire rained from the sky like tears of the sun. Ja'gan put his tome away, and waited motionlessly for the flames to strike. Blitz decided he would try something a little different; he would use his control over the red element to cease the fire downfall and strike him all at once. He waited until enough was precipitating from the heavens, and then he slammed his fists together, concentrating.
The man in grey sensed the fire quickly approaching, but didn't even flinch. Blitz watched as the spheres of flame converge on his foe, and a awesome explosion followed. When the smoke cleared, Ja'gan's figure loomed in the smoke, seemingly untouched.
Apparently, Blitz had underestimated him severely. As he patiently waited for his opponent through the clearing smoke, he took a glance at Zeth's now stone body. It made him even angrier after seeing it a second time, and he looked back at Ja'gan.
What he saw confused him. The grey man was also now made of stone, his sword grasped tightly in a freeze frame. The wielder of the sword waited some more. He didn't move. This was getting tiring, so he sprinted at what his nemesis had become. Just before his sword was about to sever the stone figure, something cube-like collided with his side. Hard. His momentum broken, he felt the projectile starting to soften, like bubblegum in an eagerly salivating mouth. It wrapped around most of his midsection, despite his efforts. Blitz decided to play it out, gathering a sunbomb in his constricted fist.
When he looked to his side who had struck him, he did a double take. Ja'gan was standing there, and he was glimmering, a mass of swirling whites and greys. Just visible over his left shoulder, the mage's original body remained in an unmoving stance.
Ja'gan's "ghost" smiled. He reached backward with one arm, and it fluidly stretched back to the first body, embedding in the statue's chest. The result was amazing. The stone man lunged forward, landing in front of the fallen Tear. The spirit walked into the stone from behind, and the original form was returned, ready to fight.
There was a swift ringing as the grey man swung his blade down to stab his incapacitated adversary. An explosion of flames ceased his attack, sending Ja'gan straight into the air. Blitz soared after. The runed swords formed a flaming 'x' of two colors as they met in midflight.
"Heiketsuga!" Ja'gan screamed, unarming Blitz in his surprise. He then threw his sword soon after, but it was outlined in a black glow. After it embedded in the ground, Blitz's weapon slid beside it, and a huge beast rose from the earth, holding both weapons. It had the head of a serpent, the wings of a raven, the back of a porcupine, a barbed tail, and the teeth of a shark. It was completely grey, and it was at least 20 times as big as Blitz.
Ja'gan vanished, reappearing in a puff of haze behind the monstrosity. It flapped it's wings, opening it's scaly jaws and revealing it's horrendous teeth. It had long, lean legs that it stood on like a dog. It's claws were sickly curved and dug into the earth as it was ready to pounce. Two tentacles expanding from the creature's sides held the swords, resistant to what the magic weapons were capable of. It's master grinned.
OoC: Now, how's that for size? I shall call him, "El Gigante Heiketsuga!"
Oh, yeah, and kudos for the monster compliments. I just went random on that one.
btw, lemme see that pic, eh?
I would, but I don't have a scanner... -__-; I could really use one, because drawn pics of my characters come out really nicely most of the time. I could do a much better drawing of Blitz on paper than I can with MS Paint. Any idea where I could get a cheap scanner? Perhaps a free one? ...Yeah, right, a cheap scanner...
He disarmed me! Blitz exclaimed inwardly in disbelief as his sword hurtled downward and pierced the earth at an angle. His enemy’s weapon slid into the dirt next to it a moment later. Even as the swordsman gazed in shock, the ground began to tremble beneath the two runic weapons. Blitz’ enemy vanished into thin air suddenly, then reappeared opposite the two swords and Blitz. What’s happening? he thought in slight dread, bending his knees and landing gracefully on the soft, wet grass. Rain pelted his head but he did not notice; his attention was fixated on the quaking ground beneath the two weapons. Then a vine-like protrusion ripped through the ground, encircling the Supernova and snatching it up like a fly. Less than a moment later, an identical vine emerged, shattering the earth and latching onto the thief’s sword. But the ground continued to quake, making Blitz worry. What is that thing?
Then, with unexpected suddenness, the ground split apart and a massive creature emerged from beneath the earth. Its serpent-like head lowered threateningly, jaws parting to reveal rows of razor-sharp serrated teeth. Quills covered its hump-shaped back, flexing briefly in the unrelenting rain. Water slid from feathered wings resembling those of a raven. A tail tipped with ominous barbs thrashed violently in the air. Its legs were strong and powerful, and looked as though they could carry it quite quickly despite the fact that creature stood at just over onehundred feet, and was nearly seventy feet from the tip of its head to the end of its spiked tail. The vine-like protrusions that had snatched the two weapons were attached just above its thighs, waving around both blades. This seemed unnecessary, as the creature looked dangerous enough without a pair of swords which it dwarfed in size.
Blitz was awestruck; what was this creature? How had this mage called it into existence? Never before had the swordsman laid eyes on a creature such as this, and not since the starbather had he seen a living thing so massive. But all of his wonderment and curiosity melted into the background when the perpetrator uttered a single confident word: “Strike.”
Its speed was incredible! Before Blitz even had a chance to react, the beast’s tail slammed down. He bounced back and narrowly escaped being crushed. SHING! “Augh!” Blitz cried out in pain as his own sword came down, slicing open his left arm. He grasped the wound tightly, but there was no time to nurse it before the other tentacle swung around with his enemy’s weapon held tightly. Leaping into the air to successfully avoid the blade, Blitz forcefully forgot about his wound and began to concentrate the fire energy within him. So great was the energy he had acquired that a sunbomb generated in his palm almost instantly. Fueling the flaming sphere with hatred, he hurled it down at the creature’s head. Its jaws parted momentarily in a growl, and then it leapt upward toward the ball of fire. With a loud chomp, the beast snatched the sunbomb out of the air with its fangs, devouring the energy in a single bite. Blitz was so startled that he nearly forgot that he was falling.
“Heiketsuga!” commanded the mage, and then his contrivance rocketed upward toward the falling swordsman.
“S***!” shouted Blitz involuntarily, eyes wide as the monsters mouth gaped before him. Time seemed to stop while his mind raced, desperately searching for a course of action. But even with the adrenaline rush, there was not enough time to devise a plan.
Snap! went Heiketsuga’s jaws, and then Blitz was in darkness. A tugging sensation overcame him, and he felt himself being pulled down the creature’s tongue. “No!” he cried, turning around and trying to grasp for his captor’s epiglottis. But it was too late; a sickening slime rushed beneath his feet, causing him to slip. He slid down Heiketsuga’s esophagus, coated in disgusting ooze the smell of which made him want to vomit.
He was in the stomach; it was fairly obvious, given the burning sensation that suddenly assaulted his skin and clothing. Holding his mouth shut tightly, knowing that stomach acid in his lungs would mean instant death, Blitz did the first thing that came to mind. Fire element was all around him in this creature. Swallowing the sunbomb and then devouring the swordsman had been a mistake on Heiketsuga’s part, but Blitz was too frantic to realize that. All he knew was that he had to get out!
Completely disoriented in the darkness, but desperate to escape, Blitz called upon the elemental energy that hovered in bright red patches in his othersight. The element obediently surged into him, and then with all of his might, Blitz forced it out of his body in one explosive burst. Which direction he had fired, he did not care; any direction would do if he could just get out of this creature’s stomach.
Outside Heiketsuga’s digestive system, the rain still came down in heavy sheets. The massive beast had floated to the ground by now and seemed quite pleased with itself. Ja’gan sat quietly atop his mount, careful to avoid the sharp quills. His gray eyes were focused on his vile creature’s back, but his attention was within it. Many moments passed and there was no indication that the crude boy who had attacked him was still alive. Uttering an indignant “Hmph,” Ja’gan commanded his beast forward with a flick of his wrist. But Heiketsuga did not respond immediately. Taking this as an act of disobedience, the mage kicked his mount with both heels in warning.
But then, he noticed that the beast was quivering. Ready for the unexpected, Ja’gan stood and leapt back from Heiketsuga’s back, wondering what was wrong with it. “…?”
Then, with a sickening groan and a roar of agony from its gaping maws, Heiketsuga’s stomach lining burst open, spilling crimson blood and oozing gore onto the wet grass. Blitz quickly slid out from under the beast’s belly as it collapsed in fright and pain. He stood and backed away, watching the body convulse and writhe in what would inevitably be its death. Whimpering deeply and still pouring out its bodily fluids, Heiketsuga rolled onto its side and began to die.
Then Blitz gaze shifted to the mage who was staring in disbelief. The gore that coated him smelled awful, but fortunately the rain was beginning to wash away the saliva and digestive enzymes. Guess I showed him, thought the swordsman cockily.
But little did he know that Ja’gan was not through with his summoned monster yet…
BiC: Blitz's eyes were locked with those of the man who had so wronged him. Droplets of rain stuck to both their faces; the only difference was the droplets on Ja'gan's face were fading into that familiar tint, and the residual heat on the Tear's body was causing the precipitation to steam. Between them, the monster summoned a chilling howl distorted by the fluid pouring from it's mouth. Truly a pitiful sight.
The mage in grey clothing walked forward, kneeling beside his minion. Blitz's gaze was locked on his blade, which he was scheming to attain once more. The tentacle wrapped around it was loose, but he wasn't going to make his move yet. Ja'gan's smoky breath distorted his face in the heavy rain; he chanted in a ritualistic manner, dipping his hands in the blood. Even if the warrior would attack now, he wasn't completely certain he would escape unscathed. The blood was turning grey.
He took the chance. bursting forward with heat energy, the Fire Innate reached for his weapon. As his fingers eclipsed the blade, there was a sudden flash of light as the tendril traded places with Ja'gan's hand. Blitz yanked his weapon, but realized too late what had happened. The weapon he was holding was a stone replica, and so was the Ja'gan playing tug o' war with him right now. Ja'gan and his fallen summon were perpendicular to him now.
"Your magic is potent, thief."
The mystic warrior, who had by now finished dipping his hands in the gory puddle, completely ignored him.
Blitz rushed Ja'gan again, but this time the sorceror moved into the beast, the flesh wrapping around him and changing, swallowing him up in the innards. Once again, he was in awe. Blitz was struck with the broadside of Bellero, the white blade, causing him to fall backwards. He watched as the monstrosity began to change. The humped back of the creature was the first to change. The quills grew in length; the wings dissolved to ash. Then the mutations occured on the limbs, making the arm and leg muscles larger. The final change was the forehead of the beast, which split open, allowing Ja'gan's face to slide out.
Keir oggled this newest form, and tried to look away from the surreal being, to get his bearings. His eyes caught something. Near the creature's feet. The wizard's satchel lay there. If he destroyed what all was in there, he was sure to triumph. Ja'gan laughed as if he knew what the young man was thinking, and the beast mimicked it. The awesome frame of the combined monster rippled it's awesome muscles, and the tentacles waggled around it, swords in tow.
Blitz looked as if he couldn't so much as lift his sword now. Then again, it could have been a diversionary tactic. He looked for heat any heat energy he could muster. Red patches of light still glowed within Heiketsuga...er...Heiketsu'gan...Jaiketsu...whatev er. He channeled the power inside of him, and placed his fist into the air. Fire glowed there with such an intensity that not even the gallons of rain pouring from above could extinguish it.
Ja'gan watched with mild interest, and soon his entire bare torso rose impossibly out of the monster's large head. It was so grey that his bones could almost be seen. If Blitz were looking at them right then, he would have betted on what shade they were. After he had let his sunbomb charge enough, he released it with sublime force. Lightning crashed as he attacked, and Ja'gan's pale hand released a small shield of energy that encompassed him only. Blitz used his control over fire to curve the trajectory of the attack, and suddenly the satchel was on fire.
Ja'gan's monstrous lower half grunted as he expressed the same sentiment.
"Such disrespect...I just wanted you to leave."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You needed that bag, eh?"
"Not really. The Apocrypha is right here." Ja'gan pointed to his forehead, and the book appeared in his fingertips.
Well, that tactic wasn't very efficient. Blitz reflected, gathering even more energy.
My initial reaction upon reading this: "Oh, shazbot."
For all of the energy he had gathered, Blitz was primarily a swordsman. Speed was his most dominant attribute as a fighter, and speed is better complimented by a sword than any amount of fire element. If he was going to effectively fight this obscenity, then he would have to retrieve his weapon.
“You know,” said Blitz, drawing his foe’s attention away from the energy gathering within his body, “I don’t even know your name.”
The mage’s torso, still embedded in his bizarre creature’s forehead, leaned forward slightly; whether he was getting a better look or if he was curious, Blitz did not know. Ooze spilled from the gap in the monster’s cranium, falling to the ground in thick strings of disgusting body fluid.
“And to be honest…” he added after a moment, “I don’t care.” There was enough now; Blitz forced the energy from his body and outstretched his hand to the side. Flame element wreathed from his wrist, dancing and congealing into a semi-solid form that extended from his outstretched hand. Now the swordsman was wielding a blade composed entirely of flames. “But if this continues, your actions may result in the death of countless innocent individuals.” The transformation was complete; Blitz slashed the sword through the air, testing its resistance to the sheets of rain pouring from the sky. Though steam billowed from its blazing incorporeal surface, it was otherwise unaffected. “I can’t let that happen.”
An explosion alighted beneath his feet, and the swordsman flew forward without his feet ever touching the ground. The mage saw him move clearly, but did nothing in retaliation until the boy was directly in front of his monster’s legs. Then, with a simple mental command, he caused Heiketsuga’s Supernova-wielding tendril to whip up and then down toward the human.
Heh, Blitz chuckled silently. Another explosion burst into being beneath him, propelling the soldier into the air toward the tendril. FOOM! A sweeping slash of Blitz’ flaming sword split the tentacle in two with a fiery shockwave. Heiketsuga roared in pain, thrashing its head around uselessly. Inside the monster’s skull, the mage stumbled awkwardly, thrown off-guard by the sudden tactic, but quickly recovered his senses. Before Blitz even began to fall from his jump, the mage caused his monster’s opposite tentacle to whip around, angling for the swordsman in an arcing motion.
Blitz swore he heard his arms crunch as the tendril snapped around him tightly, rendering him completely immobile. He grimaced in pain, but composed himself as the tendril slowly carried around, turning him to face the mage who had foolishly interfered with the Alliance’s plans. A cold, unfeeling expression was plastered across the man’s face, sending a chill down the soldier’s spine.
“I am Ja’gan,” said the mage, “and you are my selfish enemy. I shall bring judgment upon you for hoarding treasures from the needy. Heiketsuga!”
The beast responded with a delighted grunt, gladly tightening its tendril’s grip on the swordsman. Blitz cried out in pain, flexing his arms and trying to break free. But the monster’s grip was too strong for him; no matter how much he struggled, he could not force the binding tentacle away.
Ba-dum! Everything fell quiet suddenly. The rain stopped as quickly as it had started, and the sound of thunder which had almost continuously echoed far in the distance softened its choral moan. Something was happening; something was coming.
Blitz eyes widened as he felt it. A terrible thing was headed rapidly in this direction, something worthy of fear and loathing. No… The sound of a strong wind grew closer, reverberating in his ears and carrying with the sound an odd elemental aura. “It can’t be,” he whispered aloud without thinking.
Ja’gan suddenly realized that his captive was no longer struggling and brought the tendril-bound boy close to him. Blitz’ eyes were distant, disturbed. Then, with a bit of surprise, Ja’gan sensed a presence drawing nearer from behind him. He leaned over his shoulder to see what had produced that strange aura, but there was nothing. Dark stormclouds brewed on the horizon, darker even than the ones above his head which shut out the moon and stars. As if advertising something horrendous, those approaching clouds began to darken the world around the two opponents even more. “Hmm…” muttered the mage thoughtfully.
“It’s too late,” said Blitz, morbid dread spreading through him. “We took too long…” The fire energy which had gathered within him suddenly shot outward, moving in a sheet to sever the tentacle at its base. A frustrated Heiketsuga roared again, thrashing around the bloody stump that remained and once more throwing Ja’gan off balance. Blitz fell to the ground and snatched his sword from where it had fallen, no longer aware of his magic-wielding foe. Something much more dangerous and wicked was speeding toward him in a cyclone of dark fury. I have to warn Amy; I have to get the others out of here!
Racing at lightning-speed toward where he remembered the base’s entrance to be, he shouted, “Open!” Responding to his voice, a section of the earth dislodged, jolting dirt and grass from the surface. The trapdoor slid back to reveal a hidden passageway, and Blitz dashed in. Whether Ja’gan followed or not, it meant little to him now; his only wish was to rally the others. Perhaps if they worked together, they could prevent this catastrophe from taking place…
OoC: Alright, here's the deal. You-know-who is headed this way fast. It's up to you whether to follow Blitz, go check out the stormclouds heading our way, or do something else. Or, if you feel like it, this might be a good opportunity to end the battle altogether. ...But why on earth would you do that, eh?
[Four days later] ...Uh... You know... I was kidding when I suggested that you could end the battle. ...Hello? Anybody?
BiC: The upper half of the grey being stared off into the distance, experiencing a feeling he had not known for some time: uncertainty. He had always been confident in his power up to the point; not since he was just a youth running away from home into an unknown world had he felt this way.
It scared him a little. Heiketsuga snarled, waiting for master's plan of action. The beast had just been animated for the first time in what seemed like centuries. He had been created by one of the sages who aided Shikia the Grey in crafting the book, of which could summon him from an ethereal realm to existence once more.
Ja'gan decided the best plan of action would be to follow his new nemesis, trusting him to be of lesser strength. In a flash of blacks and whites, a glow of static light, Ja'gan was in full attire, his sword was in hand, and his satchel was restored. The only difference was his right arm bore the distinct texture of Heiketsuga's flesh; He had taken the being into him. As the massive storm raged in the sky, the mage risked his life for another moral act. He aimed his mismatched hands at the statue that was Viscen and the small grottoe where he stashed the child. Static auras surrounded them both, scattering their molecular structures so they were virtually untouchable.
The magic-user then descended into darkness in chase of the First Of The Tears, the back of his clothes flapping in the wild wind slowly dissapating behind him as he went deeper. The floor felt sleek under his feet, quite well-kept for a secret passage. The last of the faint light left the subterranean path as the entrance sealed up. Ja'gan's jacket fluttered lightly as he began to soar in a bland bolt towards Blitz. He never ventured in front of him, and didn't make a noise, either. he wasn't so sure he wanted to waste time or reveal himself here. A sudden noise like several massive explosions were heard above, and Ja'gan focused harder than ever on his static shells.
Well, I've finally done it. I've finally managed to involve myself in way too many battles. All but one right now, plus my training, are begging a reply from me. I'm in way over my head, here... That, and my fic needs to be continued. Not only that, but I've been craving to start on the fic I have planned for Eilis and Ilk! If I don't laugh, I'll cry.... And so, I laugh!
I figure I owe it to you to reply to Innocence first, seeing as how I had to put it off for the entire weekend. I had some things to do, among which was visiting a friend I haven't seen in half-a-month. I don't get a lot of companionship, so please excuse my temporary absense. ^_^;
Explosive bursts rang above them, shaking the passage lightly. Blitz knew what was causing them, and he also knew that he had to run as fast as he could. Picking up the pace, the desperate swordsman surged down the passageway at full-throttle. All along the length of the hall, wall-mounted lights flicked on with a buzzing noise, illuminating the passageway that stretched on for half of a mile. The explosions seemed to fade into the distance; that meant that Blitz was ahead. For the moment, anyway.
But then a deafening roar pounded in his ears as flames burst from beneath the hall in front of him, shattering the ceiling and causing a landslide of dirt, stone and steel. At his maximum speed, Blitz was unable to halt himself, and slammed headlong into the rubble. He could have sworn that he blacked out for a moment, and then awoke on his back. Dazed but not completely disoriented, Blitz saw a sleek, dark figure step over the hole in the passageway above him, a black cloak trailing behind it and whipping in the howling wind. No! cried Blitz silently, dread filling him. He’s heading toward the private quarters!
Blitz surged to his feet, bounding up the slop of rubble and found himself palm-to-face with the most dangerous being ever to walk the surface of the ground. Startled by the sudden collision with his enemy’s hand, Blitz could not prevent what happened. An explosion of darkness energy engulfed his face, singing his flesh and sending the young swordsman hurtling across the empty, soaked prairie. “Augh!” he cried, landing uncomfortably on his back again.
The instant Blitz could see again, the Dark Armor was standing over his body, scowling hatefully. “You again, boy?” he said in a deep, compassionless voice that echoed across the plains like a roll of thunder. The eight-foot monstrosity was enshrouded with a veil of darkness energy, too much for Blitz to comprehend. How had the Dark Armor acquired all of this power? Where had it come from?
Blitz rolled to his feet, lashing out with the Supernova, but Kyros gripped the blunt of the blade tightly only an instant before it struck his metallic chest. A hate-filled glare formed in his eyes, sending a chill down the soldier’s spine. “Leave now!” he demanded, fully aware that his words would have no effect on the enemy.
“Silence!” Kyros bellowed as a bolt of thunder shattered the ground nearby, echoing with the Dark Armor’s voice in a haunting way. At the same instant, Blitz found that he was no longer holding the Supernova. Another bolt crashed down from the skies, and in the instant of that brilliant flash, the swordsman was on his back. Kyros’ indestructible, wedge-shaped foot was on his chest, pressing down so hard the he could not breathe.
Blitz tried to gasp for breath, but the pain alone was almost too much for him to bear. He could feel his ribcage beginning to give beneath the Dark Armor’s appendage, and his lungs were aflame for release. In desperation, he tried to cry out, to call for help. But the words would not emerge from his throat…
In the midst of Blitz's stifled cry, a tumultous quake ran through his body as the veil around Kyros began to gather around the young man, preparing to consume him utterly. Kyros expressed nothing, but perhaps he was gaining some satisfaction; it was hard to calculate any emotions the cold shell could experience.
Just as Blitz felt he was starting to slip away, a ray of faded light collided with the shadows, struggling to push them back. The beam grew larger, and the grey form of Ja'gan stepped into Blitz's clouded vision.
"Break free, and make haste."
The Tear didn't need to be told, and exploded out of the grip of dark energy like a rocket, landing on the side of Kyros opposite Ja'gan.
"Just because you saved me, doesn't mean I am okay with you...Viscen is..." The swordsman distracted himself subconsciously with the figure of the Dark Armor, which spun with its curved weapon outstretched, threatening to decapitate the both of them. Ja’gan’s right arm, where Heiketsuga’s essence throbbed foreignly like a giant tumor, made oozing noises as his hand wrapped around Bellero and parried; he rolled under the ominous being, but he was quickly knocked across the passage with a powerful, sweeping metal foot.
Blitz lunged while Kyros was distracted, swinging the Supernova and sending blasts of flaming energy at his foe. When the armor saw this, it gleefully knocked the projectiles away with the claw. When Blitz swooped in to deal some major damage, it prepared to ensnare him in a death-grip.
Ja’gan acknowledged this and thought back to the apocrypha, raising one hand upward. Three flashes of dreary color etched through Blitz’s eyes, as invisble pulses seemed to strike the sinister living armor with enough force to push it back in short bursts, allowing Blitz to second-think his next moment and evade the crushing arms, slashing across the being’s neck as he burned around it.
“I’m getting bored,” the immoral thing with the impossibly evil aura. Ja’gan was amazed; not even Jaerich the heretic possessed such malice, or such power. None of their attacks had even scratched it yet.
Blitz backstepped down the hall, standing next to Ja’gan. The surprise on the mage’s face was clear; his jaw was open in awe and his eyes had gone wide. Then again, who would not be amazed by Kyros’ incredible power? Gripping the Supernova with both hands and watching the Dark Armor carefully with unwavering eyes, Blitz said to his temporary battle partner, “Don’t bother trying to penetrate the armor. It’s unbreakable. Our only hope is to bludgeon him to death and hope we escape with our necks intact.”
Ja’gan nodded silently, never moving his mysteriously gray eyes from the Dark Armor’s intimidating carapace. He flipped his gothic-looking weapon around in his hand with a stylish appeal, though Blitz suspected that the gesture held some meaning known to the mage alone.
“Ready?” asked Blitz quietly, and was met with another silent nod. “Then let’s go!” The Tear surged forward with his blade outstretched, ready to deal a flaming blow to the Dark Armor’s head. As the swordsman bolted forward, Kyros scowled with disinterest, completely unimpressed.
“Flariez!” shouted Ja’gan from behind, and an explosion rocked the passageway in front of Blitz as his Supernova made contact with the enemy. The combined magic attack ripped through the entire hallway, engulfing all three of the fighters in its hazy white glow. All disappeared into a blinding whiteness and a burning sensation tore through Blitz limbs. He ignored it, forcing out all of the energy he had gathered in the earlier battle with the gray mage, and the result was incredible. What was already a massive explosion suddenly tore the passageway apart, decimating the reinforced steel as though it were butter. Metal and earth alike were reduced to nothing in an instant as power like that of a star was unleashed in a space too small to contain itself.
And then, something occurred to Blitz. As the intense heat burned all around him, he allowed it to enter his body, all of it, fueling his power cells and filling them to the brim. The explosion immediately died, and the Dark Armor now lay on its back in a crater nearly forty feet deep. Blitz stumbled down the slope he and his ally had unwittingly created and came to rest a few meters from the enemy. Small debris and loose dirt tumbled down behind the soldier. Ja’gan slid gracefully down next to him, though unlike the other two he kept his balance. Both the allies quickly turned their attention to the unmoving metallic being in the center of the crater. The rain had stopped and a light breeze now whipped up, lifting the Dark Armor’s cloak and causing it to flit beneath his body.
“We have defeated him, I suppose.” The mage’s voice was understandably uncertain.
Then, with an unexpected suddenness that almost made Ja’gan flinch, the being’s eyes bolted open. Darkness energy wreathed visibly out of his body and Blitz cried out in shock and pain as the black tendrils quickly seized his arms and legs. There was not enough time for the gray mage to react before he too was ensnared by the wicked being’s energy. The two struggled as they were lifted up into the air by the tendrils, unable to resist or move of their own accord.
A bolt of thunder ripped through the sky, shattering the eerie night again, and in that brilliant flash which spanned but an instant, Kyros was standing. Casual as could be, the Dark Armor observed itself to find that there was no permanent damage. Only a thin layer of dust had covered his metallic carapace. After brushing himself off, he flashed the two restrained fighters above a meticulous glare. “Very impressive, Keir. I see you’ve gained a powerful new ally.”
The restraints burned his skin, Ja’gan noticed. For some reason, when he tried to invoke his gray magicks while constrained by the black extensions, his powers were rendered useless. It made no sense!
Kyros gave the mage a venomous cackle. “My power is superior to yours, Red Sky Ender,” said the Dark Armor with a knowing grin, and Ja’gan had to hide his surprise. How had this being known his name…? “So long as I exert my power over you, you are powerless to help yourself.”
Ja’gan turned his eyes to Blitz to see whether the younger swordsman had any ideas. Judging by the fact that Blitz was struggling just as fiercely, he decided that they were both screwed. Kyros raised a single hand slowly upward until it was pointed directly at them. The gray mage could see darkness energy gathering there, convulsing violently and preparing to fire directly at them. This was not looking good…
But just as he considered the possibility that he was outdone, something flashed through the air, something the color of a cloudless sky. That something shattered the tendrils that held them both in submission, and the two fell to the ground in surprise.
“Blitz!” cried a young girl in worry as she knelt next to the younger swordsman. “Are you alright?”
Blitz gave the girl a nod as she helped him to his feet. “Thanks, Amy.”
The girl’s eyes turned toward the gray mage then, and she gave him a curious look. Ja’gan could see curiosity behind those large, brown eyes; those charming eyes. For a brief instant, Ja’gan realized that the young girl was very attractive. Her brown pools of glassy observance peered into his own, looking into his soul. Who is she…? he wondered. But then the girl turned away, locking those fiercely brown eyes onto the wicked incarnation of evil that now threatened to destroy them all. Ja’gan followed her example and rose to his feet.
The Dark Armor was scowling but not at all tense. In fact, it was almost a pleased scowl; he was enjoying himself. “Ah, another hapless victim joins the bloodshed… Lady Keir, you damn yourself by participating in this fight.”
“You would damn me either way!” spat Amy, unleashing venom that Ja’gan would not think someone as charming as her capable of. “Something as disgusting as you does not deserve to live. I will fight alongside my husband and send you to Hell, Kyros!”
OoC: Theeere we go. ^_^ Have fun with Amy's uncharacteristic lack of feminity in this battle. Remember, she's usually a pacifist. She makes an exception for Kyros, though, so try to incorporate that sort of personality when writing for her.
Now that Amy was here, Ja'gan felt their chances for survival raise slightly. Victory, however, seemed a completely different ordeal. Kyros seemed like his power had no limits. Ja'gan suddenly recalled something. During the time he was being gripped by the wretched veil that surrounded this monster, the white blade he carried dispersed the shadow around it.
Of course. It's a magic dispelling blade. It isn't strong enough to destroy this kind of armor, but at least I could strengthen it to shield the darkness from devouring me.
He tried to bear a smile, but it didn't really form fully, so it became a toothy grimace. Amy's delicate visage glanced back at him once more, and when she saw the look on his face, she quickly looked back. He supposed he frightened her. Ah, well. That was always his luck with women. Most thought he was a ghost. Besides, she was obviously the mate of this fellow. Blitz, was it? An odd name. Amy struck a bell with him somewhere.
I had a sister once named Amy, he thought. He tried to remember her face, but it escaped him. Most of the photographs of his family had been in that satchel Blitz fried. He could have summoned them back, but they escaped his memory. He felt a burning rush of hate for his ally, because it was like he had just robbed the last bit of the family he used to have. His memory, like his body, were fading to a blandness that denied him memories of before his commitment. He hadn't the time before to realize what the man had done.
"I think...there has been enough stalling!" His anger surprised Amy and her beloved, and they were both puzzled at his show of emotion after so much silence. Ja'gan began cracking the bones in his spell casting hand audibly. His tome appeared in palm, already open on a page near the center of the book.
"I wouldn't be so certain that my magic is weaker!"
The mage ripped off his right sleeve, revealing the repulsive essence of the wounded Heiketsuga embedded in his arm. It throbbed, and grew outward, shaping into the hideous maw of the monstrous creature. Kyros assaulted it with darkness but Ja'gan's sword flew and repelled it. Heiketsuga slammed powerfully into the strange metal being, as Blitz and Amy charged swiftly.
They had to win. It was the natural order of things, the balance. If not...
...then the world would be consumed by this wicked creature, created by men to destroy men. Victory was but a remote possibility; success was bordering on impossible. Realistically, all of the ideals that the Alliance stood for were childish, an illusion of the never-ending battle between good and evil. Beyond the elusive organization, such fables existed only in the minds of children. Such an idealistic and childish manner could only be described by a single word: Innocence.
The gaping mouth of Heiketsuga’s head snapped wildly at the Dark Armor as he gripped its upper and lower jaws, holding back the massive, gore-covered beast. Though the artificial being’s feet were braced against the dry, cracked ground, there was no sign that he was struggling. His expression was of disinterest and his eyes were dead, more so even than the gray mage's dull, faded orbs. But something else was lacking in those lifeless, counterfeit eyes; Ja’gan could not put his finger on it, but less than life had been compiled into this machine, this perversion of men's creation. With a mental command, the mage inspired Heiketsuga’s ferocious maws to an even more vicious assault. The head whipped wildly, snarling and snapping its teeth at the Dark Armor, but was unable to score a direct hit. For such an incredible monster, it could not surpass the unfathomable Kyros in strength.
Surprisingly enough, Amy reached the Dark Armor before her husband. Within an instant, she had snatched the runic crystal from her necklace and it extended in length and width, forming a thick, cane-shaped staff. In the same motion, the healer slammed the icy weapon into the Dark Armor's carapace with as much force as she could muster. Kyros emitted a grunt as the bludgeon collided with his shoulder, and was thrown off-balance. In that brief moment, Heiketsuga’s jaws opened wide and came down on the surprised Dark Armor.
Blitz was in front of Amy now, and he placed one arm in front of her, not wanting to take the risk that something unexpected would happen. The healer willingly accepted his defense, taking a quick step behind the swordsman.
Further up the slope, hovering in mid-air, Ja’gan gave a satisfied smirk. This Amy girl was stronger than she looked; either that, or the peculiar weapon she wielded was quite powerful. In his remaining hand lay the Apocrypha. He glanced at it, wondering what he should do now that the metallic entity was trapped inside the monster fused with his arm. But then he was distracted by a slight tremor in Heiketsuga’s head. "...!"
A spray of gore emerged halfway down the creature's neck, tearing the massive Heiketsuga’s flesh with a burst of darkness energy. Ja’gan gazed upward as the being rose into the air, leaving the twice-wounded monster to lie, whimpering, on the ground. He continued to rise, bolts of combined darkness and lightning crackling around his body, until he was a speck in the sky.
There were sounds below coming from Blitz and Amy; Ja’gan directed his attention toward them to see that the duo were struggling to escape the crater where a steel passageway once was. They were retreating hastily, and the gray mage decided that he should follow suit. After muttering a quiet tome, he observed as the wounded Heiketsuga was slucked back into his arm like a wet noodle. His arm back to normal, he hovered swiftly away from the crater and back across the empty prairie draped in a veil of unnatural night.
Ja’gan was met with an incredible sight as a bolt of black thunder ignited where he had been only moments ago, striking the center of the crater with such ferocity that the gaping hole was even widened! A second bolt struck a mere second after the first; the gray mage could literally feel the darkness energy convulsing around him, congealing into a condensed form in order to create the black lighting. Then, a mere second after the second bolt, a shower of bolts slammed into the ground, pounding the Earth with such speed and fury that Ja’gan felt his ears begin to pop. The dazzling, thunderous array ended almost as quickly as it had begun, and the Dark Armor plummeted down from the sky as if shot from a cannon. The Earth trembled beneath the artificial creature’s feet as if in morbid dread for its life.
Slowly and with a glare so terrible that it sent chills down his spine, the foul abomination rose to its full eight feet in height. Its eyes locked with Ja’gan’s, seeming to forget the other two who had escaped his incredible attack. Or perhaps he failed to realize that they had escaped?
“Do you not recognize me, Red Sky Ender?” said the being, its terrifying eyes piercing into the mage’s. That hauntingly deep voice seemed to carry perfectly despite the great distance between both the mage and his adversary. It was as though the laws of nature did not bind this monstrosity. When Ja’gan did not answer, Kyros replied with a low, thunderous laugh. “I suppose you must not have noticed.”
Hatred welled up within the mage, a loathing different from that momentary anger he had felt toward the oddly-named swordsman. Who was this being? What right did he have to intrude on Ja’gan’s life and the lives of others? “Who are you?!” demanded the mage angrily.
The artificial being’s laugh rose in volume tremendously, and then stopped. A fierce look entered into the metallic entity’s eyes, sending yet another chill down Ja’gan’s spine. “I am Lord Kyros, the Dark Armor! God of Death and Destruction! Kneel before me, meaningless fool, and submit to my power. May he who defies my sovereign rule suffer eternal torment!
“I was there…” he said suddenly, the tone of the dark being’s voice lowering in both pitch and volume and completely changing the mood. “The day you stole the Apocrypha right from beneath my nose. That power was to be mine!”
OoC: Awesome twist, WOTS. I think I know where to go from here.
btw, Jaerich is promounced (Jay-rick)
BiC: The lips tinged with grey parted back to reveal white but lightly faded teeth.This thing who called itself a god...could not be telling the truth. The heretical Jaerich was the only one who was malevolent enough to start an uprising over the book. As the apocrypha had stated, the heretic craved the book, for his own lawless purposes. Perhaps he had been tainted by this dark influence? He decided not to speak yet.
A marvelous but dangerous plan formed within his mind. He charged up grey energy within his closed hand as Kyros stared at him with eyes like holes. Laughing, the Dark Armor gripped him by the throat and held him upward, able to crush the vital body part with ease. Ja'gan did not struggle against it, still gathering energy within his free hand.
"The apocrypha, no matter how much you want it, will never be yours. There was a flash as Ja'gan started to make the book vanish. There was interception.
Ja'gan's eyes grew wide.The sight of his dearest companion being held by such a sinister entity made him cringe.
"Gather all the power you want, magician. I have the thing I sought!"
Blitz and Amy were paralyzed with uncertainty, confusion, and fear. Blitz had seen what that book could do, and in the hands of their mortal foe, the situation couldn't seem worse. If Blitz attacked the Dark Armor, it could most certainly use the mage as a shield. Kyros opened the tome with thin dark tendrils, and quickly moved his way to the back. The entirety of the spells were now sealed in his memory. He no longer needed it, and dropped it to the ground.
Ja'gan seemed to go limp in Kyros's grip. The shock of all of it must have caused his mind to shut down. Blitz gritted his teeth, and put his hand on the Supernova.
Kyros seemed bored as he hurled the Mage upward like a dead animal. After he reached the apex of his ascent, Kyros muttered some words and a super-powerful ray of blackish grey energy came out of his hands, flying at Ja'gan. Blitz quickly blasted upwards and stopped in the path of the murky energy.
The Tear formed a sun-bomb as quickly as possible, matching his projectile with the other. His mouth flew open as the energy separated, going around the sunbomb, then reunited after passing it. Blitz ducked, and the deadly light soared over him, still headed directly at Ja'gan.
It exploded with the sound of an atom bomb. Grey light erupted in all directions, making the earth quake once more. When the haze cleared, Ja'gan was nowhere to be seen. He was dead.
"Just as I predicted, this power has no limits..."
A tumultous rampage of grey lasers homed in on the two remaining lovers. Blitz covered her with all the protection he could muster. They were fearful, and closed their eyes for this nightmare to pass.
"At least this time we shall go together..."
In a fatal embrace, the beams all struck home, creating a massive explosion that devoured them both.
Kyros laughed hollowly. He must have been very content.
"If that fool Jaerich could have just brought me this before, I could hae already done this."
He quickly checked his armor for damage. Of course there wasn't. He was--
at the ends of his hands, a acidic grey stain lingered. He looked up to see Blitz and Amy staring at him through a watery grey barrier. Ja'gan was standing in front of them, his tome in hand once more. Sadistic glee was in the mage's eyes as he held the book, heaving.
"You...hyaa...hyaa...stupid...piece of metal. Wicked hearts can't use the book's magic. It corrupts their body. Even "gods" like yourself."
Blitz and Amy's barrier subsided, allowing them consciousness. They released each other in confusion. Ja'gan teleported beside Blitz, and whispered to him.
Very nice. Although I should probably make clear to you that I don't like playing by the rules... especially in fights as original as this one. I'm gonna throw every dirty trick in the book at you. ...And me... simultaneously. Doesn't work out well for our characters, does it? I'll post later, for now I have something I need to do.
[EDIT] You know, it's really difficult to imagine gray light.
OoC: I call this little number "Amy Does Something"!
Blitz nodded appreciatively, trusting that the mage knew what he was talking about even though the swordsman himself had no clue as to what was going on. Apparently Ja’gan had acquired an artifact of power that Kyros was seeking at one point, but that was as much as he could discern. He turned to Amy, but she had already heard the gray mage’s words and now began to summon up cold energy from the atmosphere. In the wake of the heavy rain, much was to be gained for the ice elementalist.
Unfortunately, it’s the other way around for me, thought the swordsman. He called to the flame element as best he could, and a small amount entered into him. As luck would have it, he still maintained most of the energy he had stolen from the wounds Heiketsuga had suffered, so the lack of atmospheric energy would not be a problem for the time being.
Kyros, who now hovered high above the lip of the crater, observed his already almost colorless form. Interesting, he said to himself. I wonder how Gray Magic truly works. He would have plenty of time to ponder that mystery later, for now three skilled warriors faced him in battle. Dispatching them would not be terribly difficult, he surmised, now that he was in possession of every gray magic spell contained within the pages of the Apocrypha.
Watching the three tensed figures waiting patiently below, the Dark Armor let out a menacing cackle. “Very impressive, Ja’gan. You truly have mastery over your acquired power.” With a flick of his wrist, Kyros generated a small orb of gray energy. “But you overlook one fundamental factor. The power that Gray Magic offers will have no truly negative impact on me in mind or body.” Grinning maniacally at the rush of power his new abilities presented, he generated five more identical orbs of swirling, cloudy magic in a circular pattern around the original orb. “And I shall tell you why, Red Sky Ender.” The insane grin had spread across the Dark Armor’s face; something wicked beyond comprehension laid behind that sinister, unearthly grin as his artificial lips moved, forming the words: “Because I have no soul.”
All six of the omni-powerful orbs rocketed downward toward the trio at astonishing speeds, but Ja’gan was prepared. A film of gray surrounded him, carrying him into the air toward the projectiles. The mage thrust out a hand, exerting his power over the magic he wielded, and took control of the colorless weapons, causing them to halt in mid-air. Kyros scowled from his high vantage point, watching in disgruntled anxiousness as the magic spheres reversed direction and hurtled toward him. Just as Ja’gan had done, the Dark Armor held out a single hand and once again reversed the orbs’ direction. Though the action seemed remarkably redundant, Ja’gan once more caused the projectiles to halt and reverse. Kyros continued holding out his Gray Magic-infused hand, ready to repeat the action a fourth time.
But just before he exerted his power over the orbs, he heard a female voice crying out in exertion. “Hyah!” A sheet of ice appeared directly in the path of the colorless spheres, and before Kyros could do a thing about it they collided with the solid wall. An incredible explosion tore through the sheet; the Dark Armor was too close, and was completely engulfed by the gray, flaming brilliance…
OoC: Thought you might like this. *Points down* I scanned it, and I'm still editting it, but that should do for now. At least you have some idea of how my sinister arch enemy looks.
OoC: ah, I see. That pic is for me, nostalgic. It makes me think of the days when I watched Transformers when I was younger...ah, those were the days. By the way, I have been grounded all week yet again so I won't be able to post until tomorrow. Hopefully by then I'll have a great idea. Sorry for making you wait.
BiC: The man in grey grinned satisfactorily as the ice caused the spheres to implode on their summoner, and Blitz watched too. Amy looked content with her ingenious tactic, due to the short amount of time she was given. Ja'gan once more fell back to the ground beside her, opposite Blitz. She cooly flipped her hair, her gorgeous body swaying with the motion. With this, Ja'gan felt his dormant heart stir. In a way, even his heart had been deadened by the path he had chosen, and for a moment he felt a dull regret. It passed.
As if on cue, the three drew their eyes skyward at once. The last of the flames faded, and the colorless, metallic figure was now in clear view. In the time it takes to blink, tendrils of shadow -grey shadow- descended upon them like ghostly fibers. Ja'gan's fist reached out before the others, and the tentacles wrapped around his arm. Forcefully. They pulled backwards, where their master prepared to crush the Mage with a deftly placed fist.
When the ascent of the man in grey reached midpoint, Kyros jerked with surprise as the tendrils came under Ja'gan's control. Silently, the mage reversed their positions, using a burst of his own power through the tendrils to knock the Dark Armor offguard, then using his own remarkable strength to turn the tables. The Armor slammed into the earth below, falling prey to an icicle, followed by a large sunbomb.
Now that the heartless, invincible villain had changed in color, the feeling it evoked was slightly less frightening, but the forces it now commanded were far more expressive than the one who controlled them. The air was thick with tension as the triad of heroes ran to attack the foe in unison.
"Even if he does know the power of Shikia, her will is not with him. It is not as powerful as mine."