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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Will:
9/25/2016 6:36:27 AM
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[i] Lance screamed, falling to his knees as his Chaos Armor melted from his body, leaving him in his standard armor, swords still in hand and mouth but with his hands clutched to his head.[/i]
"What..the hell..Lordan..?
[i] Lance gasped, barely able to hear and the fact his head felt like it was split open; feeling like his skin was being flayed from his body. [/i]
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[b]Damien adjusted his jaw and stood up shakily as he cracked his neck, pressure exploding out as he relaxed what muscles he had left. He had never felt the force of his attack... But Lance had broken his one protection... And now his one good ear was suffering... But the pain was bearable. That was Damien's problem. He had numbed at a young age. Physical pain was just a hurdle he jumped at the beginning of the fight.[/b] [b]But he was clearly waning... His tear ducts began to drip red tears as his entire head sloshed out blood. Mouth, eyes, nose, ears, even his sweat glands. The only reason his brain hadn't popped like a balloon was because of his sensor right above his right temple... He had run pale... But his will was indomitable[/b] [b]Reaching to his side, he unfolded his second sword, a modern looking black that had a purple reflection every time a ray of the sun hit it... Which wasn't much considering the settling dust. Damien swung it in a mock strike and bright flakes of silver and violet floated off... This blade was unnatural and seemed to drink in pain and anguish.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/yX7bcyc.jpg[/spoiler]
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Edited by Will: 9/25/2016 7:13:21 AM"Alright, now lets have some fun." [i] Lance says quietly, flicking his hands in front of him. In an instant, all the katanas on him or in his grasp vanishing into thin air. [/i] "Roku Toge." [i] Shadows swarmed Lance's body, covering him completely. When an invisible wind swept the shroud away, what Damien saw was quite the sight. Crouched low, Lance had seven katanas on him in total. Seals were open on Lance's hands, binding three katanas in each to his grasp, while he had one katana clasped between his mask's jaws. In his right hand, an orange katana that Damien had never seen before. Heat seemed to radiate off the blade, flames licking at the edge. The second was the water katana he'd used earlier, Apollymi's Wrath he'd called it. The final was the white and gold katana, Savior. In his left hand, a green sword Damien also hadn't seen, the blade glimmering green. The second was another unfamiliar sword, a light blue katana that had wind swirling around its blade. The third was The Dragon Blade Lance had been using. Finally, horizontally in his mask's jaws was Wakare, the purple katana Lance had used before hand. But.. there was no blade. All he had was a hilt in his mouth. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/Kvf9R
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[b]Damien couldn't make out what Lance had said... As neither of his ears was working... And his black band that covered his face was matted down with blood. He ran his long tongue across his face, pushing away any mess that covered his eyes, still able to see through his band... At least... He could now.[/b] [b]But fear was not in his eyes... Not hostility either... Just... Nothingness. He raised his sword in a defensive manner as a spasm caused his eye to stutter like it was a screen. Something about him quickly began to feel off... Like the real Damien was sinking away replaced with something much more sinister.[/b] [b]Damien began to pace sideways, circling as his strange sword swarmed with the strange shining particles.[/b]
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[i] The air around Damien shimmered, and the hilt in Lance's mouth seemed to glow violently. Around Damien, in thousands of pieces, were slivers of metal. The blade of the sword who's hilt Lance had in his jaws currently. With a twitch of his jaw, Lance sent the innumerable amount of blades down towards Damien, sunlight reflecting off of them. [/i]
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[b]Damien flicked his eyes from left to right quickly before focusing then back onto Lance. Then... His one, more visible eye, began to change. The slit in the middle widened until his whole eye was black. Quickly the irises began to almost peel back into yellow until the solid black eyes had a solid rotating yellow disk in the center.[/b] [b]From Damien's back, three large spinning rings of pure white light lifted up, shimmering slightly as they hummed with a strange sense of emptiness.[/b] [b]The rings began to circle Damien, faster and faster until a wall of light covered him, white sparks flying off the rings as black veins began to seep from his eyes and cover his face.[/b]
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"Terra, Pyro." [i] Lance mutters, swinging his arm that held the green katana. A massive piece of earth and stone cracked and erupted from the ground, leaving a crater fifty or so feet around in the ground, the piece removed raising precariously in the air. Next, embers began to dance around Lance's form as an orange symbol on his forearm glowed brightly, the embers slowly getting bigger until they turned into columns of flame that were directed at the piece of earth. They started orange, then blue, and even hints of white as the heat grew hotter, heating the piece of stone/earth. The shape of the massive object began to sag and deform, as the fire liquified it. Almost as an afterthought, Lance flicked a wrist and sent a pillar of flame barreling towards Damien. [/i]
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[b]The rings around Damien stopped in a flash and let out large beams of pure light, not quite lasers, not quite energy... Something much more spiritual. It tore into the matter and melted it away in an instant.[/b] [i]"I once discovered the ultimate cure to all existence... I called it Dusk Dew. It destroys anything at a molecular level in nanoseconds."[/i] [b]The three rings continue their circle, Damien walking forward towards Lance as he flicked his blade.[/b]
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"You must have a funny definition of "cure" if it's vaporization." [i] Lance said, waving his katanas through the air along with his glowing seal arm. This promptly sent a massive wave of molten lava/stone crashing down towards Damien at a ridiculous temperature. [/i]
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[b]Damien let's out a super sonic boom by just looking at oncoming assault, the blast scattering the molten material in all directions as he lets out a crazed laugh.[/b] [b]Suddenly, the rings shoot forward towards Lance, spinning violently like throwing weapons, but something told Lance these probably shouldn't be touched... At all.[/b]
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[i] Lance backpedaled, slashing his earth sword and throwing up walls of stone and dirt, but not expecting anything to stop the rings coming towards him. If that was the case, he'd have to take some drastic measures.[/i]
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[b]The disks were stopped for maybe seconds before tearing through and continuing their directional assault. These things were not safe... [/b] [i]"Give up May! Or we can do this one sword at a time... I've cut down gods and trained an angel... There's nothing that can stop me!"[/i] [b]Damien shouts, his voice full of his pent up insanity. Years of alcohol abuse and a torturous past had birthed a monster under his skin.[/b]
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[i] Lance's mind froze for a second at Damien's statement. Angel? [/i] "His name wouldn't have been Azrael would it?" [i] He talks, constantly throwing up walls of stone and earth, making them thicker and thicker as he ripped the earth apart, trying to get some kind of breathing room. It would've made sense though, Damien had just used something similar to the Roku Toge.[/i]
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[b]The disks would slow for seconds at a time, but they were relentlessly and dissolved through any material too fast.[/b] [i]"His name was Legion, for he was many..."[/i] [b]Damien chuckles and dashed forward blurring along side his disk as he brings a sword up through the dirt walls and charges Lance, purple flakes dancing off his blade as he went.[/b]
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"And yet he told me he killed all his masters." [i] Lance comments, flicking his head and bits of sunlight shimmer near Damien, forming into a katana blade in the air that blocks his sword. Lance then began to throw everything he had at disks coming at him. Attempting to melt them with fire, blow them away with wind, freeze them with air and water via ice, slow them down by soaking earth in water, making mud, but to no avail. Lance had to come up with something.. fast. [/i]
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[b]Damien grimaced at the sword and flicked his eye upward as another, much smaller disk coming forward to cut trough the sword.[/b] [i]"I helped him... His rebellion was my idea... It got out of hand, so I walked away... Came back when he took it to far and threw him out."[/i] [b]Damien grinned again as he marched forward, his disks continuing their trek towards Ronin.[/b]
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[i] Lance flicked his head, the hilt between his jaws vanishing along with the blade near Damien before it was cut in half. Lance blurred backwards, putting several dozen feet between him and Damien and his rings. Lance was about to do something that he would most likely regret, but he had a losing problem. In that he didn't. A ball of shadow at the base of Lance's neck on his back coalesced, extending and taking shape rapidly into a long scythe and chain. A Kusarigama. The scythe floated in the air as the ball and chain wrapped around Lance, cloaking him in a tunnel of shadow, swords and all. When they dispersed and the Kusarigama disappeared, Lance was no longer standing there.. but Damien's wife. The woman Lance had seen so long ago in Damien's mind when getting his new seals, even though he didn't know her name, he knew that she was indeed Damien's wife and currently dead. He just hoped Damien wasn't as heartless as to cut his wife to pieces.[/i] "Damien." [i] The woman said to Damien as his rings trekked towards her, even having the same voice. Every detail was perfect.. [/i]
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[b]Damien stopped, his rings doing the same... The veins on his face pulsing red as his eye seemingly fills with blood, the yellow replaced by Crimson.[/b] [i]"You dare..."[/i] [b]Damien's ring dispersed into the air, turning around he put a finger to his sensor.[/b] [i]"May... Do not make this a blood feud... I admire you, but I will not hesitate to kill you..."[/i] [b]Damien pushed down on his sensor, a small cracking noise coming from his head. Then with his other hand, Damien did the unspeakable... Sliding his sword into his chest until it came out the other side. But instead of mortally wounding him, the blade began to melt into him, the purple flakes condensing on his skin.[/b] [b]Then with a crack, he broke his sensor...[/b] [i]"I give you to the count of three..."[/i] [b]He said coldly, still turned away, strange black liquid beginning to run down his arms, causing droplets to fall from his fingertips.[/b]
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[i] Damien's wives form disappeared into thin air, but no sooner than she did, Damien felt six sword points pressed to his back, Lance's speaking up behind him. [/i] "I'm sorry if that was a line I shouldn't have crossed Lordan." [i] But for his sincere and heartfelt apology, the swords didn't move from his back.[/i]
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[b]Damien slowly raised his hands up, the liquid spilling out as if it were water, sliding over his body as it seemed to rush over Damien in waves.[/b] [i]"Congratulations, Ronin. You win."[/i] [b]Damien takes a deep breath and swallows hard, his eyes closing as the liquid washes over the lids and drowns away his hair... As it moved, it fixed itself into rigid place, taking the shape of armor, Damien's suit repairing itself. Quickly, two sensors popped out from his head as his helmet encased his face, hiding any expression he may have had.[/b] [b]Damien quickly lowered his hands to his sides, and stood still for a moment, his interface buzzing to life.[/b]
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"No, I didn't." [i] The swords withdraw from Damien's back, Lance stepping backwards. As bad as he felt about it, he'd made a promise a long time ago. A promise that was to be kept under any circumstance, disregarding any codes of honor Lance had. [/i]
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[b]Damien says nothing, extending a hand until metal collected in his palm, taking the shape of his firearms, adhering to him accordingly, the process repeating with his equipment. His sword was still at his side, the other one still embedded inside him.[/b] [i]"Suit yourself..."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and turned his head slightly, his helmet calibrating slightly with each little movement. With a tap of his wrist, back panels opened up and his thrusters burst to life, lifting him up quickly as he held in the air, looking around at the chaos... For a moment he thought about trying to fix it... But such a task was... Finite.[/b] [b]For a moment he thought about passing words... But nothing came to mind. Nothing came to mind... And his head was pounding...[/b] [b]Instead he dropped near the gate of the arena, checking his equipment once more before his body slowly melded away as his cloak hid him away.[/b]
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[i] Lance sighed, running his hands over his face as his swords vanished into thin air, hidden away until they were needed again. Lance surveyed the wreckage, shaking his head. Damien was probably off to drink himself into a coma, and Lance thought about doing the same..[/i]
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
