Saga: Draconic Undead Rumble! vol.1

[kihaku]

As Zolomon simply batted the attack out of his way, the Rizuk copy was starting to feel a little trepidation. Perhaps the doppelgangers might be the best team-up, but the original copies had already discovered the fatal flaw in Dramanius' plan: switching opponents completely threw off the entire strategy. The clones had been designed to be the perfect opposites, the perfect counters to the strengths and weaknesses of the originals, but switching opponents opened a whole new set of weaknesses in the doppelgangers that the originals didn't have.

Zolomon's clone couldn't use any of the original's Black Matter attacks, nor did he carry any weapons, being supremely qicker than the original, but not any stronger. Rizuk's breath of flames englufed the vampire's doppelganger, a scream of pain ripping from his throat, while a pair of legs suddenly came up to deliver a vicious doulbe-heel kick to the Dragon's chest.

Rizuk's clone may use ice instead of fire, but he certainly wasn't any faster or stronger than his Positive form, and nowhere near fast enough to keep up with Zolomon's onslaught of vicious attacks for very long. As the punch came in, the copy's entire body was suddenly encrusted in ice, a light azure casing over the whole frame of the pseudo-dragon. The punch was squarely connected, then shattered right through the middle of the crystaline structure.

The doppelganger reformed just behind the ice-copy, which didn't help it at all when the elbow suddenly struck him in the chin, putting him airborne above the frozen sea. When he opened his eyes again, the last thing he saw before darkness closed in on him was the face of a very pissed off vampire.

In a final effort to do some damage, dozens of sharp ice spikes formed on his body. They wouldn't save him from death, but they at least would puncture the wings upon impact, no matter how tough those scales were. "Dammit, I knew this would happen."

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk landed with an enormous grin, hearing the clone scream was... well, it was the best thing next to spending 'quality time' with his girlfriend which he was DEFINITELY planning on after this little caper, she owed it to him by god. Despite being kicked in the stomach he felt immense satisfaction at hearing this clone scream and with a swift dart he tried to blind-side the Zolomon doppelganger with a thrust to his chest using the sword he recently extracted from his fore-arm. He leapt in the air and with a shifting of his hips, brought his foot down to try and knocked the opponent to the ground and (hopefully) the whole sword through his chest

((OOC: Sorry guys, its nearly Auto-hit time and I wrote one just in case, next one will be good))

[zolomon]

Terrible. Just awful. Pathetic. These were the words to describe Zolomon’s opponent as well as his own emotions at this point in time and space, when the vampire’s black wings crushed the opponent with a pleasant crunch, following a series of fairly successful attacks. Fuck. ‘What the hell, man? I should have fucking kept fighting that ass version of me. Talk about a let-down.’ The vampire murmured to himself, almost completely ignoring his torn and twitching wings, since the copy Rizuk had tried to get back at him by forming more icicles as the wings collided upon him. The fucker. Zolomon looked at his prey with loathing and disgust, stretching out his arm and releasing a surprisingly powerful blast from his new ring, which would completely engulf and disintegrate the defeated enemy, unless he was really just acting. Needless to say, chances of that were fairly low.

For the slightest of moments Zolomon felt like pushing Rizuk out of the way and fight the other copy as well... and then, after he killed that... whatever it was, a pissy Rizuk would make himself another opponent to kick the ass of. Realizing that was a pretty good idea, Zolomon prepared to attack, realizing that, by the time he had gotten around to doing it, Rizuk (God only knows how) managed to smack Zolomon’s copy around and there was barely any fight left in the white-haired grandma. “Fuckin’ A.” What a shit day.

[kihaku]

The Rizuk-clone was utterly destroyed, mangled bits of flesh and protruding bones oozing black blood seemed to leave a sticky mess all over the ice that'd frozen over the surface of the ocean, graceful waves ceased in mid-cascade now eerily beautiful as the shone in the sunlight.

Before the remaining doppelganger could be delievered the coup de grace, there was a concussive blast to the east of the battle ground, and the two Chaos entities appeared to have been rather busy. Between the two of them was a perfectly drawn circle, with a six-point star with each apex touching the edges of the circle. Purple arcs of electricity raced across its surface, before shooting off on a tangent, and smacking the remaining doppelganger square in the chest. As if caught like fish on a hook, he were drawn in despite his constant struggle to get away.

”No, DAMMIT, WE CAN’T LOSE!!”

Before any more statements could be made, he was sucked down into the earth. The electricity immediately ceased to flow, and from the edges of the circle, black ooze began to flow. It seemed almost liquid as it raced along the design drawn in the soil, giving an audible concussion, like a small scale explosion, as the Chaos Energy hit a node. When the roiling midnight finally hit dead center, there was an almost painful boom, throwing the Chaos entities aside, and casting a shaft of indigo light into the gloomy sky.

The two creatures then stood and moved towards the two warriors, and the Shadow Form kneeled down, drawing words in the sand.

“Spell started. We wait.”