Saga: Unleash the Beast

[kihaku]

Miles in every direction from a rather dingy patch of dirt resting peacefully under the full moon in Nasrad, beams of deep purple light were shafting through free air space, racing towards one another to complete the triangulation of Chaos Energies that would allow Dragonia's finest to defeat their ultimate enemy of the moment. For now, the warriors were scattered to the far ends of the planet, but already their fates were one step closer to their final, epochal finale. Waves crashed against the sheer cliff face not far from that dingy patch of dust and rock, slamming against the razor-like rocks with enough force to crush bones.

Six beams of energy, like veins to a living being, connected at central node points, forming spheres the size of two-story homes and creating concussive bursts not unlike missile explosions a mere one thousand feet above their heads. The instant the sphere was formed, inch-thin beams of purple energy shot forth, slammed into each warrior's chest, and instantly teleported them along the ley-lines of power to their final destination. Metapha, lower Nasrad, the Zolon Lands, Larleta, Western Paramecia, and Bedoe all spewed forth energy made to destroy, used to create, and for the moment practically spelling out the location the three Chaos Spirits and their companions had sought for so long.

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When two perfectly cylindrical collided over that rather dingy patch of dirt, twelve inch-thin beams fired from the central node, and in a puff of acrid black smoke, the afore-mentioned warriors stood, blinking at one another in surprise at suddenly having been transported many hundreds, if not thousands, of miles to a very dim and gloomy-looking place. The warriors, undead, spirits, demons, and demi-gods all formed a rough circle about that one, singular, dingy patch of dirt.

Kihaku, Reiaz, and Elena each stood in a rough tri-angle about the circle, and took several strides forward into the gathering. Kihaku searched about for his apprentice, and was rather intrigued to feel his young pupil drastically changed. He had residual Chaos Energies flowing through his veins, and a new look of maturity and self-confidence hardened his features to something more reliable... not to say he hadn't been. Giving his student a nod to show he was glad to see the boy again, the three spirits assessed their warriors and wounded.

Zolomon was unhurt, if more than a little pissed off at everything with blood in its veins, and Rizuk was just as vengeful with anything that even existed at the moment. Cham was just glad everyone was safe, no wounds visible to the eye, same going for Kilix, Dimitri, Crimson... and a newcomer that Kihaku was somewhat familiar with, Falkan Reval. The muscular V'alcan was standing in an almost aloof stance, though if anyone knew anything of his prowess and strength they would know not to be fooled. Ryan had small cuts on his hand from where he'd gripped his blade, and Demon-Jimmy had not a scratch on him, though whether the cut delivered from his clone would be visible upon revertion was yet to be seen.

The three Chaos Spirits, pleased with their progress thus-far, turned inwards and allowed each a few words before speaking.

"Gentlemen... it is a great thing to see you all still alive and well. You might've found your opponents tough, you might not have, but that is insignificant to what you now face."

"We are standing on the Blackforce Gates, the entrance to the OtherRealm, and the source of our powers. Here, your Trinkets of Chaos will do you no good as they only draw power from the mortal plane. Here too, the laws of normal physics may not apply as you know them. Be on your guards for any weird shit."

"Some fight for life, some for honor, and some just because they like to be violent to those they do not know. No matter... at least Dramanius won't know what hit him."

With that, all three spirits called up their auras, plunging in as far as they could possibly go without destroying the area about them, causing confusion. Reiaz burned a bright, violent azure, the Promise rattling about on his back out of the way. Elena flared up a ferocious ruby flame, her gauntlets almost pulsing with the need to release energy. Kihaku stood erect, motionless, as his indigo aura misted from his body like water vapor, so much energy in a single wraith-like whirl as could destroy a large chunk of mountain.

"Eye of Chaos." With a sound like a lazer charging up, the very darkness that marred Kihaku's flawless skin upon his chest began to glow a bright red on his brow, centered between and above his eyebrows. Almost as if on cue, the earth melted away like smoke, and beneath the black rock lay two grey metal doors, simple-looking and unremarkable, despite the rather large lock barring their way.

"Hands of Chaos." An audible crashing as if sheets of metal were smashinga gainst rock, large black platelets of Chaos Energy, unbreakably hard and wickedly pointed at the ends, formed an inch above Elena's porcelain skin. Twin kitanas materialized in her hands, which she expertly flicked into the air, tips slicing into the key-hole of the lock.

"Heart of Chaos." All other sounds ceased, as three great beats rang out, like the triple-beat of a monstrously huge heart. Reiaz's eyes glazed over as his hands raised forward, cupped before him, and without warning a huge torrent of energy burst from his diminuitive palms, crasing against the hilts of the twin kitanas and shoving them into the lock. With a sudden crash, both doors gave way, and a vaccuum unlike anything ever experienced sucked the three spirits into the gaping blackness. Quick as a flash, coiling black tendrils shot out of the roaring nothingness, wrapped around the waist of those assembled, and jerked them in like a second course to an abhorrent maw.

Falling, falling, endless falling through blackness, not one sound penetrating, not one sensation tingling through the body, only that one was falling forever through infinity. When it seemed that perhaps all was lost, gravity reversed, and the twelve would experience themselves jerked backwards, then slam their backs against solid earth.

The gravitational pull gave the sensation of laying on the ground, and standing up would reveal the exact spot they'd just left, minus, of course, the three that got them there in the first place. None of the Chaos Spirits were in sight, as the moonlight shone pale over the dingy patch of dirt.

Like an assassin's blade knifing through gossamer, a chuckle cut through the cool night air. The disheveled group, no longer in a complete circle, would turn in unison to see one that was not amongst them before the agonizing eternity of the original fall.

"My my my, but we have been busy, haven't we?"

In the rough middle of the makeshift fellowship now stood a man of average height, pale complexion, and of rather dark dress. They had found him.

The Will of Chaos stood before them, blade in hand, and a smirk on his gaunt face.

[Archer]

((Thinking about it, I’m relatively certain this was all the same day. If not I’ll edit, it’s just how I started writing this and I went with it.))

And to think; when Kilix had woken up that morning, he thought he might have a normal day. Instead, it seems he’d had the most intensive day of his life; and for him that was saying something. First, his conscious had caught up with him, forcing him to a place where he’d sworn he’d never go, if only for the memory of his family. Then, as if by magic, the town he was visiting was ransacked by savage beasts. Unfortunately, the young Liixan was about the only Hero in a five mile radius, besides that strange demon child, and had to jump in.

Then there was that meeting in Rues, followed by a swift departure off again, only to be confronted by some emo rip-off of himself with bad hair and a robot which was actually useful. That’d strained him a bit, but it wasn’t amazingly tough; when you’ve flown straight through the brunt of a barrage of Ki blasts during a Saiyan Invasion, these everyday things kinda lose their meaning.

And then there was now. Firstly, he’d been pulled chest-first across half a continent, and now, just as he was gaining his bearings with the surroundings, he’d been sucked into a seemingly bottomless pit, falling for what seemed like a lifetime before finally being smacked down to the ground once more, the people responsible for his entire experience seemingly disappeared. Kilix stood, shaking loose the specks of dust that had accumulated in his fur, and looking around his comrades for the evening. Most of them were expected, bar one.

”Reval? Long time no see, Pal!” Kilix chirped, turning his attention to the respected V’alcan warrior. But soon his pleasantries were cut short, as a sinister laugh cut through the evening, and a man appeared within the ensemble of warriors. He seemed to be a rather unimpressive man on first sight, but as if Kilix had suddenly acquired a 6th sense, he could tell the man was why they were here.

"My my my, but we have been busy, haven't we?" he spoke, his sword bobbing gently in his hand. Kilix gave a sigh, before stepping forwards from the circle, taking some initiative before this whole encounter just became some sort of manic blood-bath.

”Firstly, whoever your name was… Dramonia…. David… Derek… it was a D name, I know that much. You’ve managed to cause me a lot of trouble today. So I’m gonna make this frank; if you apologise like a nice little bitch and bugger off out of this planet now, then I won’t have to kick your ass. How does that sound?”

Of course, Kilix was well aware that it wouldn’t be that easy, but some part of him just loved Smack-talk.

[zolomon]

'What the fuck?' pretty much summed up Zolomon's emotions and thoughts at the moment. Short 'n sweet. After going throw a particularly unsatisfying battle, when he was promised lots of violence, someone grabbed his intestines by an invisible hand, dragging him to some crappy spot he cared little for: not a pleasant experience. Recomposing himself after that... quick trip, his eyes traced his surroundings, noticing they had gained another guy to the group. Even though the V'alcan warrior was quite impressive to the sight, Zolomon could not help but scoff, which he did to most everyone but himself anyway.

The vampire's fingers twitched as he waited for something to happen again. The threesome talked some stuff about how THIS time it's for real, yada yada, cut the crap. Right now the bloodthirsty undead warrior could only be satisfied by an opponent that would take the collected power of everyone here to best. Ironically... that was exactly what he was about to get. The crowd of three soon broke out into random fireworks, nonchalantly blowing a hole in the ground, and, just as Zolomon was about to say something (nasty) to the newcomer in their ranks, something grabbed him by the stomach again.

Round and round she goes, where she stops? EVERYBODY knows! WHAM! After a long and nauseating trip (at least, so it seemed) the body of Zolomon and, judging by the thuds and groans, everyone else's as well, were smacked down on the ground like some poor wrestler sap. Except without the faking. Mostly.

Pissed about his recent streak of worthless luck, the vampire rose to his feet, an expression of disbelief, sarcasm and fairly clear irrelevance splashed across his pale complexion. He was probably the first to notice an additional presence, his eyes locked onto the target from behind, while he didn't move or say anything. He was struggling with himself concerning the choice of either attacking this Dramanius feller head-on, or waiting for a more opportune moment to strike, as under-rating atruly powerful opponent can be a very deadly mistake.

As it appeared, the wished-for opportunity presented itself. JUST as Zolomon was about to say something (nasty) again, that Kilix guy went and made a first move. If this guy was half as bad as he'd heard, the pussy...cat would be eating dust in a moment's time. Focusing his energy to transform at any necessary moment, Zolomon, for once, did the smarter thing and waited to see what happens, not go ahead and MAKE something happen.

[damian]

Dressed once again with his shabby suit coat and shades pushes up into his red hair, Crimson thought back on the precedings. His day had been getting worse and worse, in terms of his own personal pride. First, he injured his privates... Ok that may've been the worst... but he also embarassed himself in front of a chick in that same manner. Then she turned out to be a crazy powerful Chaos Soul or... something... and he had to fight a big sand monster. But that wasn't the worst.

He couldn't even beat his own clone! Surely, if anyone should be able to beat Crimson, it should be Crimson himself. But nooooo he had to rely on some complete stranger coming to the rescue, and then Reiaz finished it off. On his journey over, he'd been thinking about how horribly embarassing this day had been, and surprisingly how very tired it had all made him.

That was why, when the ritual was taking place in front of Crimson, he was yawning very severely, but at least with his hand up. He blinked the sleep tears out of his eyes and let out a heavy breath as he looked around the group again, checking the number of fighters here. Everyone had survived, at least. Then he remembered that they probably took out their opponents, and Crimson felt down about the whole thing again.

He began to yawn once again when suddenly he felt his stomach lurch up into his mouth as he fell backwards, into nothingness, the darkness cloaking around him as Crimson felt incredibly ill and surprised all at the same time. When he collided hard with the same ground he'd sworn he'd just left, Crimson landed on his back then sat up and tasted bile, gagging a bit and muttering,
"Eurgh, I think I'm gonna hurl..."

Pulling himself to his feet, Crimson noticed that the three important people weren't here, and they'd been impressed by a singular stranger. Drawing the Sword of Cinders quickly, Crimson started to glow with a faint red outline as he charged his body with power again.
"Kilix," he cautioned, stepping up next to the Liixan, and hoping he'd remembered his name right, "I'd be careful. I saw what Reiaz can do, and if this guy's as good as they claimed... Hey, where are the other three anyway, Dram... er... Dram...?"
"Dramanius." Suicard piped up from his wrist,
"Dramanius! Thanks. How did you remember that?" The ink dragon did the closest it could to a shrug, and Crimson decided to forget it.

Feeling like he was abandoning Reiaz again, Crimson prepared to face the Will of Chaos, with a bunch of super-powered psychopaths, including an arrogant son-of-a-bitch Dragon God, a cat-like alien that couldn't stop starting fights, and a clinically insane vampire that was far more likely to eat Crimson before fighting Dramanius. I told you his day was getting worse.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk landed unceremoniously besides Zolomon and sighed dramatically
"Why you? Why of all people you?" He said as he got up and straightened out his neck. He shivered when he looked to his left and saw Demon Jimmy floating above the ground the warp had barely moved him as he still held a toaster loosely in his hands, but goddamnit! He even made that look scary! How in Christ's name did you make a portable toaster look scary! He was a bit worried that he'd side with the Will of Chaos but nothing yet. He growled as he faced the Vampire and supressed the urge to repeat his assault earlier on the real deal and simply sat down cross-legged, time to Regenerate a bit before he dealt with this
Taking a break will help us in the long run, Rizuk claimed as he watched Kilix and Crimson charging into battle, he was cooly disinterested as he was fairly certain they'd be repulsed in short measure. If not, why he wouldn't be neccessarily would he? And anyway, he was planning on just body-slamming the Will in his biggest Dragon form. Ah well, he'd just have to wait and see... Rizuk was surprised when he saw a white blur and the Demon Jimmy appeared in front of Dramanius and spoke calmly[glow=white,2,300]"You look pretty powerful... One on One? I'll make it fair, you can get a five second head-start."[/glow] Demon Jimmy took a step backwards and bowed elegantly, exposing his neck and with an enormous grin etched high over his face. This display of arrogance was pretty much unprecedented and he knew it would probably not work... Jimmy was holding his power down too much, but if he was in mortal danger he might just get enough... but Rizuk was already up and running. He couldn't let the kid die! Gabe would NEVER have sex with him! The only question was would Rizuk reach the Demon before Dramanius decided what to do.

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan Reval knew next to nothing about the situation at hand. Within seconds of being whisked from one place to another, Kilix was already confronting with deadly intent a man who'd only spoken one sentence thus far. When the redheaded kid and Demon Jimmy did the same, years of hard experience made one thing clear to the V'alcan...things were already out of control.

If this character really was many times more powerful than the 'doppelganger' who had managed to avoid his attacks with some ease, Falkan had no illusions that a head on attack would be anything other than foolhardy. The fact that Kilix had chosen such a suicidal option was confusing, but understandable in its own way. It appeared everyone was after the same thing - a quick finish to this ordeal. But again, those years of experience screamed to falkan that this would be anything but quick. Assuming any of them even survived the man's first attack, they would still have to find a way to take him down, and that would take two things clearly lacking in the group - coordination and strategy.

While the demon was talking his trash, Falkan took a moment to survey the group. The three aforementioned were a good start in any battle. Kilix was one of a few warrior with the sort of experience and prowess Falkan respected, Demon Jimmy was unbelievably powerful, and if his copy had been any indication, Crimson was lightning fast. Rizuk was no slouch in power, although tactically a little training might come in handy. All told, it was a good starting line up. The rest of the warriors were completely unfamiliar to him, but a man like Falkan only needed a simple glance to size up another warrior. The two men standing side by side a few feet away from Falkan could easily be as seasoned as he was, evidenced by the way they stood calmly, but ready to draw their respective swords in the blink of an eye. The youngest of the group, a boy with bright green eyes, seemed to confident in spite of his stature among the others. The last guy had been eyeing Reval as if he would like nothing more than to rip his arms off. Provided he stayed on the right side, a little psychosis was a comforting factor in an ally.

Yes, their combined might was enough, but it would have to be focused. Somebody was going to have to take charge. He sighed, looked around while the Demon finsihed his chatter, and interjected before anyone else could make a foolish move.

"Anyone else care to volunteer to die this afternoon? I don't think Mr. Dramanius is going to mind obliging any of you."

He stepped forward once and turned to face the allies. As he spoke, he deliberately made eye contact with every last member of their band.

"None of us can take this man alone, you simpletons."

He walked quickly to the back of the group, gripping the control lever of the talon as he did. If things did go to crap in the next second, he would be ready. More importantly, he whispered:

"Someone with telepathy, kindly join me at the back...provided you think winning this fight is a good idea."

[kihaku]

Kilix made a small approach forward, and then made good on his status within the group to do a little taunting of his own, something he'd not done this entire struggle, minus the little quip about Harpie acting like her name suggests. Dramanius paid only the slightest attention to the feline's words, his black eyes sliding over towards the diminuitive frame, his smile never wavering, his pose never shifting.

Then came the Demon... he was even more arrogant than the Liix, going so far as to assume that perhaps Dramanius would fight him one on one, and even bowing as if the decision had been made for him. After he'd raised himself to normal stance once more, Dramanius merely sniffed at him, mocking the demon's power by not even dignifying him with a response.

Then... ahhhh, finally, someone who understands power. This rather powerful warrior in the back seemed to comprehend that no one man... or creature could defeat one so powerful as to be named the "Will of Chaos," and so called for a small party to be held just a small ways away.

"Yesss... finally, someone who's smart enough to get it..." In a fraction of the time it takes to blink, quicker than reaction, Dramanius was no longer standing in the middle of the group. Instead, he was now directly behind Reval, in the exact same pose he had been, only now he was glaring at the back of Falkan's head with a burning intensity within his pit-like eyes.

"The V'alcan dies first!" With the sound of mountains shattering, dozens of inky black chains shot out of the ground, claw-like tips aiming to wrap around the ankles and wrists of anyone not fast enough to dodge their lightning-quick appearance. The only one in more danger than the others was Kilix, short enough to where one chain shot up, aiming to strike for the neck and to asphyxiate the powerful Liixan.

At the exact same moment, the demonic blade was twisted in the Spirit's vice-like grip, so the blade's edge was now facing up towards the dark, starless sky. With naught but a whistling sound, it sliced upwards to gut the warrior from behind. To make things worse, a black pool was forming right where Dramanius had been standing, as if the ground was dying. From the rippling surface, the top of a snow-white head appeared, slowly followed by a face; Ryan's face, only now it was much more defined, as if stress had been plied upon the shoulders of this individual for many decades.

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His dress was far different, and the bone-like appendages protruding from his back only emphasized that this was a creation of evil, as if his weapons didn't already prove the point. Without so much as a blink, grin, sniff, or twitch, the two bone-wings flicked outward, sending dozens, if not hundreds, of thin bone needles in every direction, simultaneously, bringing up his scythe or a downwards, aiming to cut Kilix from left trapezius to right oblique.

When both of the slashes were completed, Ultima-Ryan shifted towards Zolomon, flinging out several dozen more bone needles, and even more to his right, towards Crimson. Dramanius then disappeared, instantly re-appearing on Falkan's opposite side, a downwards attack this time.

[Ryan - Loki]

The indigo beams that had appeared from within the star shaped symbol where both Ryan and Dimitri had fought bravely against their clones had reached far and wide, seemingly connecting up with several other beams of the same colour and energy, more than likely from the other areas of the globe where the other groups of the fellowship of warriors had come in contact with their own clones and done fierce battle with them. Following the beams to centre of its shape Ryan hoped that it would be here that the final battle would take place. There had been too much death, destruction and pain through the most recent moons for his liking.

And thus the group had once again been reunited, alas it wasn’t under better circumstances. It seemed that everyone had survived, and with little to no injuries in the process; Ryan seemingly the one with the worst injuries, ripped off pieces of his top having been wrapped around his cut palms, the crimson flow of his blood severely staining the white material. The fact that all apart from himself hadn’t been injured was good sign for many reasons, the first and foremost reason being that these clones had not only been clones of themselves but clones of themselves at the peak of their abilities, far superior to them all in every sense of the word. Defeating any opponent with this disadvantage was a great feat, especially if that said opponent was yourself.

Nevertheless these thoughts were slowly clouding Ryan’s mind of there here and now, he had to completely clear his mind if he was to going to survive the battle to come. He had no doubts that this Dramanius was going to be a foe like any other Ryan had ever faced, possibly even stronger than Loki. As much as Ryan wished he could battle this entity on his own to save everyone else from harm he knew that was a fools train of thought, not even he - the last prince of the samurai - was skilful or strong enough to take down this foe alone.

The time to open the doors had come, and Miss Elena, Master Reiaz and the warrior known as Kahiku had already begun to get the said task underway. Ryan looked on trying to understand the complexity of everything that he was witnessing, the strange power that these three beings possessed and how they used it so, when suddenly the doors opened and all three of them were seemingly sucked through by a vacuum of immense strength - the rest of the group were then pulled off of their feet and followed in, if in an unwilling manor, directly afterwards.

Slowly Ryan looked left and right, down and up at his companions, despite this strange place being pitch-black in colour he could still see them all as plain as day. It was a strange sensation to say the least. They seemed to fall for countless hours through this apparently endless abyss, but within this place the sense of time had seemingly abandoned them all as if all hope was lost. Suddenly Ryan’s entire body jerked backwards under the immense pressure of the gravity within this place, but being that his body was agile and somewhat flexible Ryan forced the lower half of his body to follow the sudden jerk of the top half, tucking his head against his chest and landing his feet firmly against the floor. They had finally reached their destination, wherever it was.

All of the group had arrived by this point, all of them having been slammed against the floor because of the gravity. By the time they had all rectified this problem and stood up Ryan had already taken his first few steps on this plain of existence and wondered forward towards the darkened abyss to see what awaited them. Having felt everyone’s arrival it became instantly apparent to him that Master Reiaz, Miss Elena and Kihaku were not amongst them all. He had no idea where they had ended up, perhaps in a different area of this abyss, but although he was wise knowledge of such places he didn’t have, however he could feel a strange presence amongst the group, an evil presence.

"My, my, my, but we have been busy, haven't we?"

Spinning around on his heel Ryan quickly moved his right palm against the hilt of the sheathed Reaver on his right side. It was Dramanius, there was no other explination. Instantly, before any conservative comment could be made towards Dramanius, the small cat-like creature known as Kilix jumped forward and began the negotiations of hostility, if that’s what you could call them. The tension was radiating high within the group now, especially from Zolomon. Before Dramanius could reply to Kilix the one known as Rizuk jumped in and spoke in words that were even more hostile, and foolish, than that of Kilixs.

Falkan instantly jumped in and said exactly what Ryan had been thinking, this foe could not be defeated by one person alone, it would take the combined strength of all of them to defeat him. It was in reply to Falkan’s words that Dramanius then replied to, his actions that followed unexpected to some extent and that which didn’t bode well for the group, especially Falkan. Dramanius moved at speeds that could rival the fastest member of the group at the peak of their current powers, this person more than likely being Zolomon if truth be told - Ryan had witnessed the immense speed of the Vampire first hand in the past. Ryan was too far from Falkan to do anything to help him and hoped that those closer to him would go in his place, not that Falkan could not handle himself, it was just much better to be safer than sorry, especially when it was over a life.

At the exact moment that Dramanius had moved for Falkan a black pool began to form exactly where he had been standing just moments before. Ryan would never have seen this if his own vision hadn’t been fast enough to follow Dramanius as he made for his attack on Falkan, but it seemed that his inferior abilities worked as an advantage in this situation. Something quickly began to surface from within the pool, a head or so it appeared to be, Ryan’s head.

Ryan could do nothing but look on bemused as yet again yet another clone of himself began to rise up from within the floor, yet this one was quite a bit different from himself and the other clone he had come in contact with. His face was pale, even more so than that of Loki’s, and somewhat gaunt as if he had the entire weight of the universe upon his shoulders, and had done so for countless centuries. Everything about this creature emphasised evil, from the style of combat robes he was adorned with, to the bone appendages that seemingly came off from him in several different areas of his body. His Reavers were also different, in appearance mainly, as they seemed to radiate the evil that was present within their master, not forgetting that this clone was holding a scythe within his grasp too.

Instantly Ultima-Ryan flapped his bone wing-like attachments, sending thousands of razor sharp bone shards flying in all directions before going on to attack several of the group in lightning fast succession; this clone was even more powerful than the other clone of himself that Ryan had faced, which meant he greatly surpassed Ryan in every sense of the word.

Unsheathing both of his Reavers Ryan quickly spun them around in a circle directly in front of his body, the bone shards that came in his direction sliced into minuscule fragments that caused little to no threat. Ryan could do nothing about the attacks that Ultima-Ryan had already tried to deal out but he could do something about stopping any future ones from accruing.

Diving through the air, both Reavers ready and willing, to a point upon the ground not far from Falkan, Ryan pounced upwards, the Reavers now in an X shape, as he collided with the oncoming downward attack from Ultima-Ryan towards Falkan. The sheer force behind Ultima-Ryan’s attack was far stronger than that of Ryan’s defensive strike, despite the momentum force from his ground based pounce. Under the force Ultima-Ryan continued to force Ryan down before they hit the ground, it crushing underneath them somewhat.

Ryan stared into Ultima-Ryan’s jet-black eyes, the reflection of his own azure blue eyes somewhat visible within them. The eyes are a door to a persons soul and Ryan could see into this copies soul, it was twisted and malicious, yet it strained off from that of Ryan’s own pure nature for truth, justice and all things good; he would have believed this to be a clone of Loki if he hadn’t seen this with his own eyes.

“No one interfere!” he bellowed out, stuck in a battle of strength with Ultima-Ryan. “You need as many warriors as possible to defeat Dramanius! Defeat him and this thing will surely be defeated in turn!” this stalemate was a losing battle as Ryan knew his strength could not outmatch that of this almighty clone, but he would not allow anyone else to get involved, this was his clone and thus his responsibility - his honour would allow no less. “I must defeat this thing alone…” he grunted, mustering all the strength within his upper body to keep Ultima-Ryan’s blade from coming down upon him.

The curtain was up, the final act had begun.

[Archer]

There are certain advantages to being a short, arrogant feline genius. Namely, no matter how many times you prove otherwise, everyone believes that what you say is what you mean. Of course Kilix wasn’t foolish enough to assume he could take Dramanius alone; he even thought it may be a challenge for the entirety of the group. And so far, he’d only come up with a few ideas. Most of which involved the only warriors who were no longer with them, for whatever reason. Unfortunately, this is how most things go, so he just had to deal with it.

Of course, there was reason to his façade; unless your opponent was equally proud as you let on, he wouldn’t take the foolish as their first target from a crowd of many. They take out the link of the chain to which all others are attached, and the rest fall into disarray. Unfortunately, Falkan was the first to prove this link. And thusly, he was the first to face Dramanius’ wrath.

True to Kilix’ predictions, with a suitably villainous cry, Dramanius disappeared from the circle, only to appear behind the V’alcan warrior, leaving nought for the others. For a second, at least. Suddenly, a horrendous crashing sound surrounded the group, as midnight black chains burst from the ground beneath them, aiming to bind, maim and possibly torture all within their grasp. However, the young Liixan was far enough to the ground to be where most people’s wrists are, and one chain shot straight for his neck. Without a second thought, the Liixan faded away into a network of shining energy, the chains wrapping themselves around this new apparition before being blown apart by the ensuing explosion. Nearby, Kilix faded back into this plain, with one thought on his mind. I use that far too often…

However, he was not out of the woods yet; not at all. For as the respective warriors were either captured or escaping, a new foe was entering the battle; one who seemed fairly familiar. Scanning the battle quickly, Kilix caught sight of the person of whom he was thinking; he didn’t know the warrior Ryan, he was fairly sure this was their first meeting, but he seemed a capable warrior. So what would that make this newcomer?

Well, it looked as if Kilix was to be the first to find out, as this “Ultima-Ryan” launched his makeshift projectile attacks around the entire arena, before launching himself at the Liixan, aiming to cleave the little warrior in two. Thinking quickly, the Liixan decided to make best use of a bad situation, as he chuckled to himself mentally; this is a technique he’d like to see someone else in the group pull off.

The needles shot outwards simultaneously to Ultima-Ryan preparing his strike, so the co-ordination here would need to be perfect. Kilix flipped to the side, activating a Micro shield to cover the majority of his body, as the needles hit the shield and fell to the ground, their momentum destroyed as small sparks of energy danced from their impact on his shield. However, there was one area of his body left unshielded.

This manoeuvre occurred in unison to the downwards swing of Ultima-Ryan’s scythe, and Kilix’ unshielded leg was nearly cleaved off, his initial movement saving most of his body from harm. Quickly swinging his leg downwards, Kilix kept up with the swing of the weapon, but still keeping the desired affect; as the needles flew in from the enemy, they imbedded themselves in the Dulvar armour covering the Liixan’s shins and boots; a few needles pierced through to the body, but these were fairly small wounds, nothing a seasoned warrior such as Kilix couldn’t withstand.

Just before hitting the ground, Kilix faded away from his position, reappearing mid-air in a new location; directly behind Dramanius as he launched his second attack. This is gonna hurt, he muttered mentally, as he swing his leg forwards, the hundreds of needle-points that had impaled themselves in his armour now aimed for the back of Dramanius’ neck; he didn’t anticipate this happening, but should the needles penetrate, if the Chaos Spirit was of the same physiology as a human, the sharp weapons would lacerate his spinal column. However, many other eventualities were running through his mind; most of which involved heavy damage to his leg. Kilix would have to be careful, here.

((Sorry if it’s a bit too g-moddy, I just loved this idea. And Demon Jimmy; do me a favour and drop the toaster in your next post? Ta ;P))

[damian]

The chains lashed ouowards Crimson, and one even wrapped itself around his right arm. Crimson, who had a lot of experience with chains... but not in that way... clenched his fist and struggled against it, only to realise he was nowhere near strong enough to break it. With this surprising, and somewhat depressing revelation, he clicked the fingers on his free left hand, and his body exploded outwards in a showe of orange sparks, causing an explosion similar to Kilix's in the hope of shattering more chains.

Once away from the chains a few feet back, Crimson muttered to himself,
"I use that way too much..." then flinched as a number of bone projectiles flew towards him. Swinging his sword in a style completely lacking of any style (that was intended!), he destroyed the attack, causing harmless fragments to be the only things that brushed against him. The next batch he easily dispatched with a simple Ki blast just before they would hit him, reducing them all to ash.

Watching the series of ferocious fighting that followed, Crimson frowned in confusion. This seemed a bit too easy. Why would Dramanius put himself out like this? And simple attacks weren't going to finish him off anyway; no, they'd need something big, something strong enough to blow apart this god-like opponent.

"No one interfere!" Ryan yelled in a very heroic moment, which seemed to be dampened slightly by Crimson's less heroic reply,
"Jeez Ry-Ry, why would we want to?"
"Wow, you've reached a whole new level of cowardice..." Nogard muttered, but Crimson just ignored him. For once, he wasn't being a coward. He was thinking.

Moving quickly to Rizuk's side, he whispered into the Dragon God's ear,
"Hey, you're pretty good with fire, right? I'm gonna need your help. If we work together and put all the flame we've got into one big attack, there's a chance- i hope- we can wipe this guy out. Whadda ya say?"
Glancing over to the fight scenes, it seemed Ryan had reached a temporary stale-mate with his clone, and Kilix was more than busy trying to save Falkan. And there was no way he was gonna ask Zolomon for help, and that Jimmy kid looked a hell of a lot creepier now anyway.

"Well hurry up with your answer buddy, but I'm gonna need some room..." Having said this, Crimson took a couple of steps away from the fight, and held his right hand outwards in front of him. Clasping his wrist tightly with his left hand, Crimson said to his dragons,
"I'm gonna need all the help you guys can give..."
"You got it Incendarius!"
"But be careful..." they replied, and Crimson smirked. Careful was an understatement.

Almost immediately, a perfect sphere of incredibly hot flame flared into existence in his outstretched right hand. Crimson's whole body tensed as he used the Full Phoenix Fire (Class III) and he felt all his inner heat pouring out of him into that one focussed area. The incredibly bright light given off by the sphere was blinding for any who looked directly at it, and Crimson shrugged his sunglasses down onto his face as an extra precaution. The incredible heat actually made him sweat- a feat normally impossible by almost anything.

The ground around Crimson started to steam, then crack, rocks and dirt exploding up into the air and floating there before catching aflame. Smaller fires danced all along his suit caused by his phenomenally high body temperature, and the temperature in his immediate area. Then, with another tensing of his body, the flames around his suit expanded outwards into a wall of white fire as tall as himself, surrounding his sides and back but flinching away from the far greater heat gathering in Crimson's hand. He coughed suddenly, and a trickle of blood left the side of his mouth; this was far too intense.

Then, when Crimson blinked against the light, it all seemed to change. He was standing in a grey waste-land, all alone, with nothing for miles, and suddenly he heard a voice speaking out to him,
"Use me, Incendarius."
Then he realised he must be in the Garuda Gorge, his own mental plane- and that voice speaking out to him was none other than the great demon Ifris, tempting Crimson to give in.
"You can't handle this alone, Crimson. Use me." Suddenly the endless grey exploded outwards, and flames roared across the scene, and Crimson swore he saw the flames form into two, glaring yellow eyes, eyes that penetrated his soul and stopped his heart with a whim...

Opening his eyes again, Crimson was back, and the flames in his hand had built up even further while he was gone. Too far, in fact. they were losing their shape, fluctuating, and the heat was now unbearable, even for Crimson. That was when he realised it was starting to burn his hand.
Rather than yell out for help, Crimson breathed heavily, mentally counted to ten, then entered Phoenix Presence. At once, the burning sensation left him, and the incredible attack returned to its former shape. That was all of Crimson's fire, poured into one attack. Now he just needed to catch Dramanius with it, or maybe it could use another boost in strength. Either way, Crimson and his comrades would have to be quick.

[Garoten Reklor]

When Dramanius finally spoke, Reval's experience told him it was technically a bad thing. He knew acting in a leadership role would make him a target...fortunately, that's exactly the way he planned it. The Will of Chaos moved with a shocking speed, even so the moment he moved, the room erupted with attacks, counterattacks, and defenses...all but Reval. He didn't move so much as an eyebrow while Dramanius made his attack. It took the discipline of a veteran warrior for Falkan to keep himself firmly planted in harm's way, especially when he felt the blade of his enemy ripping through his back.

Then Dramanius was on the move attacking the others, probably completely unaware of the fact that the gash in Reval's body had begun healing almost before he had finished making it. Within seconds, the damage was completely healed over. Falkan smirked as he felt the skin bonding again on his back.

I probably use that too often...

The damage was gone, but the pain wasn't. During his year away, Reval had discovered something interesting about his transformations. While his rage state doubled his powers, and his fury state increased them tenfold, each took a significant amount of energy to initiate on his own. However, when the transformations were brought on by an outside source, as they had originally been, the power he would normally use to intiate them went instead to sustaining them, giving him a slight, but noticable boost to their limits. Long story short, transforming because he wanted to was good...transforming because he was ticked off was better. And allowing the Will of Chaos to half-gut him from behind was infuriating.

By the time Dramanius returned for a second go at the V'alcan Warrior, it was a different man he faced. This version of Falkan had longer, silver-streaked hair, and his eyes had turned from brown to blue and emitted a blinding blue light. The rest of him was surrounded by a swirling black aura and a whirlwind of churning air. With a smirk, Reval leaned backwards and let the second slash from Dramanius sweep over his head, then opened his palms and let twin blasts fly point-blank at his enemy's chest - an ice cannon from the right hand and a ki blast from the left, both of which he'd been charging from the moment they'd landed. Now Kilix was on the attack, which gave him a chance to deal with a minor irritation - the chains that had appeared from the ground and grabbed his appendages.

Rhiannon had been ready the moment the chains appeared to deal with them, but Flakan's ruse had required he keep the sword at bay. Now he allowed it to do its will, and in a flash the blade had unsheathed itself, sharpened itself to an impossible edge, and sliced the chains away before flipping into Falkan's waiting hands. Meanwhile, Crimson was charging an enormous fireball, but hesitating on releasing it.

Just long enough, kid...

He was in in a flash, seeking to return Dramanius' favor with three long, but fast slashes at his chest, a roundhouse kick aimed to destroy his knees, and a flurry of six seeking beams for good measure. NOw the fire came and it was time to back off. Only then did Reval manage to take stock of the situation again. Ryan seemed to be having difficulty, but was nobly insisting on being allowed to handle it himself. Out of respect for the dead, Reval obliged him and took the moment to try and formulate a trategy. It would be much more difficult on the fly, but then there was a reason the V'alcans only had one warrior per generation...

One was all they ever needed.

[zolomon]

(OOC: I intend to try and make this a long post like everyone else has, but, sadly, I seem to have lost my RP'ing (and writing in general) inspiration lately, so bear with me if this posts ends up sucking something awful... Sorry. Also, due to Zolomon's (and mine, lol) frustrated state of mind, this post will include a lot of negative attitude and more swear words than usual. If you're queasy when it comes to strong cursing... well, fuck you.)


For once... for once Zolomon didn't act rashly, instead choosing the wiser, more thought-out plan of action... and it all blows up in his face.

First of all, his 'comrades'. At the moment he realized he probably could not have physically, mentally or any other -ally gotten worse brothers-in-arms than the ones he had. Everyone was thinking only about themselves, nobody was thinking about Zolomon at fucking all! What is wrong with them?

As the vampire prepared for any impeding assault, he was reminded of the utter idiocy, lunacy and stupidity of his companions. Mind you, not all of them, just most. First, it was the demon. Zolomon remembered him from the tournament and, boy, that fucker sure made Zolomon's blood boil. Well... would... make... if he had any blood to begin with. Just seeing that confident... no, confident wasn't a strong enough word. Seeing that cocky bastard acting all high-and mighty made Zolomon want to just go over there and crack his head open with that damn toaster he was holding. WHAT THE HELL was he doing carrying a toaster around? Zolomon felt that, if he was a demon, he would be truly offended by Jimmy. Honest. He just rolled his eyes and said in a high-pitched, whiny voice: "Oohh... want to a ménage à deux? Here, I'll let you enter my ass for 5 seconds, but then it's my turn..." There was just something about that guy that pissed Zolomon off to no end. More probably the fact that he was arrogant as all hell, and had a bizarre strength to back it up than not. It just really hurt. "Stupid fuck." It took all of his mental strength and reserve not to go over there and chop that asshole's head clear off, as long as he was taking that position.

He saw his short (not short enough)-lived partner Rizuk getting all itchy about something, like he'd shit in his pants and didn't know what to do with himself. Stupid dragon bitch.

The new guy went and did something EXTREMELY intelligent, too. He took a moment to talk to everyone and loudly discuss a plan of action that would require secrecy, rapid execution and, preferably, the element of surprise on this Dramanius' part. Smart move. Not to mention the 'Mr. Dramanius killing you' bit. What a warrior, the fight hasn't even started and he was already kissing ass.

In fact, the whole pacing pissed Zolomon off. The big bad boss finally shows up, and everyone's about to have a tea-party. There is something very, very wrong going on. In fact, Zolomon couldn't help but feel something very wrong about everything lately. He had a feeling that the entire world around him was crumbling into dust as soon as he grasped it, nothing made sense, most of all himself. It all began during the fight with Hydra. The vampire was hoping to the gods that whatever was happening to him would over with the existence of Dramanius... but who was he kidding? They were the same gods who promised to make him the ultimate warrior, to make him an undefeated champion of... FUCK!

He barely even took notice of Dramanius' incredibly fast movement, outmatching his by far, appearing in a different spot in much less than a blink of an eye, so that even Zolomon's incredibly keen senses barely picked up his movements, only seeing a faint blur into the direction in which he burst, noticing him again only when he appeared.

Everywhere Zolomon looked, all hell was breaking loose. FUCKING FINALLY! Falkan took a rather painful slash to his gut, which made Zolomon chuckle in delight, but all of a sudden all of the joy and please in the pain of others was cut short.

Power. Such immense power... WHY? Why did everyone have so much strength? Why the hell did everyone have so much more strength than him? FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! The frustration was almost enough to make him cry. Of course, grown vampires never cry, so that was out of the question, but it was still pretty damn frustrating. You have your Kilix, a short, cat-like and damned agile creature from another planet. A pussy, in the literal sense. And yet here he was, impaling his leg and attacking Dramanius with it... Well, ok, maybe that wasn't the greatest plan ever, but Zolomon had experienced the Liixan's power first-hand, and it wasn't anything to be trifled with.

Crimson, a guy Zolomon had only recently met (in a highly unstable state of mind, one might add), and there he was, creating a fireball that scorched the earth beneath it without touching it, and making Zolomon feel uneasy while standing some fifteen feet away. And THEN he explodes into this wall of fire and the intensity seems to only increase. Incredible power. And it's not Zolomon's. Was he the only one to see something wrong right there?

Demon Jimmy was... well... Demon Jimmy. He sucked, that fucking fuck should fucking burn in motherfucking hell (or maybe heaven, since he's a fucking demon and would probably like to get his ass probed by the devil's fucking trident), where he would spend fucking eternity in such agony that he would rather tear his fucking ears and eyes and tongue out and just... ARHG!! As you can probably tell, Zolomon doesn't like him all that much.

Though Rizuk hadn't exhibited an incredible and mind-blowing power just yet, Zolomon knew the little shit had something up his sleeve. Either that or he was an idiot. Or maybe both. Probably both...

Falkan was OBVIOUSLY up to no good, since, as soon as Dramanius slashed his back open, his hair grew less stylish, but his power escalated incredibly. Another one...

At least Ryan wasn't doing some fucking mumbo-jumbo transformation into the god of ass-kicking, but at least he had an awesome opponent.

Where Zolomon stood, everyone was better off than him. As hateful thoughts of misery, confusion and rage soared through the synapses of his mind, they were cut short when his body was suddenly riddled with Ultima Ryan's launched spikes, and he fell to the ground, dead. Such is the price of standing in the middle of the fucking battlefield and swearing to yourself. It really is a high price.

Before the ancient spark of life within him went out, an image flashed before his eyes, it was a familiar face he hadn't seen in a long time. Those eyes... that cold, mightier-than-thou stare that made the vampire clench his fists until blood (whatever he had left from his feeding) started trickling. Noeh's chuckle made him want to bite off his tongue and choke himself. "You're fucking pathetic, did you know that? All that trying... you surviving our little encounter... and for what? To die here from some bitch with boner wings? You sure make me proud, son."

He was right. Everything was for naught. Right here, Zolomon was no longer the Alpha vampire, he wasn't a leader of thousands and wasn't the mightiest warrior that walked the earth, sans one... he was just another fighter. And that pissed him the fuck off.

Suddenly Zolomon's body erupted, almost exploded when he arched his back upwards, the bone spikes bursting out from him like the cork of a bottle, an ominous black wave, reaching out from him washing over the entire field.

Only someone with no spiritual and energy sensitivity whatsoever could miss the incredible expanse of a menacing power within the vampire, as he rose to his feet, like some invisible force grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. Black Matter was leaking off him like steam off someone who just got out of a sauna, the sky growing darker from the leaking energy. Suddenly he stretched his arm up and grabbed two of the spiky bones that had been in him not too long ago, flinging them towards Dramanius as they left a long trail of Black Matter in their wake. Even if the bones just barely grazed him, the Black Matter ought to fuck with his brain or body some.

Without moving his body, Zolomon's hand grabbed the Mirror Handle, shifted it into the blade of the scythe behind his back, and a moment later, he held the Scythe of Hellfire in his hand. Zolomon's hair wasn't as clean-cut and straight as usual, stray strands covering most of his face, though his features could still be made out. It didn't look like his feral form, it was still Zolomon... just very, very pissed. If it weren't for his rage, which kept his mind sharp and focused, he'd be breaking loose among his companions.

The Scythe he held in his hand soon began glowing, the brightness and intensity increasing, until it was set ablaze, the flame increasing in size, power and heat rapidly, when suddenly it turned purple, as Zolomon's Black Matter mixed in with the flame to further fuel it. Taking seemingly calm, menacing steps to a position beside, yet not too close to Crimson, Zolomon kept his eyes trained on Dramanius, leaving Ultima Ryan to.. just Ryan at his request. "Need some help?" Of course, Zolomon was as unwanted ally as any, but at this time, could anyone afford to be picky?

With a downwards swing of the scythe, he summoned a blade of dark purple flame that came down right upon Dramanius’ head in unison with the movement made by Zolomon’s weapon. "I don't use that nearly often enough..." he said with a smirk and prepared to show these bastards that he wasn't one easily killed.

[chameleon]

Cham finally, though very late, arrived on the grounds. The last thing he remembered was... talking to Elena. For some reason, his mind was completely blank in regards of what happend after they made the Gate of Chaos on the ground. What Cham saw before him was a scene of chaos, fighters all going up against what seemed to be a single foe. The foe, Cham could only guess by the familiarity of his aura to being like Kihaku's, was Dramanius.

One thing he could also tell that the other's were having no luck disbatching Dramanius, and he knew they were all stronger than he, even with his new found Chaos strength. Cham decided if he couldn't attack Dramanius directly, he would make sure everyone else would be able to do it easier. Cham's first target, someone he knew very little but looked hurt.

Cham darted down towards Kilix seeing what looked like needles of bone sticking from him leg. "Kilix, that's your name right? Dont worry, I'll take care of this," he said nodding to the bones. "This may hurt," he said and knew ver well there was no time, he be began first by ripping the bones from his leg, a painful but necessary process. Before it had a chance to bleed, Cham put his hand over the areas where he was impaled a bright green light engulfing the leg and soon Kilix's whole body. In a matter of moments, which surprised Cham a little, Kilix would be at top health, his leg never better. "Okay, that should do it, I'll see if I can't help any of the others. Be careful," Cham said not waiting a response as he darted back into the air.

Cham was in the air, hoping to stay as far as he could from Dramanius. Cham wouldn't be able to heal himself like he had just done for Kilix. He would have to survive on his own. Hopefully this battle is almost over. Once he found Kihaku...

It hit Cham at that moment. "Where's Kihaku?" he said to no one in particular, not that anyone could hear him. "Elena?" He searched, couldnt find any of the three Chaos Spirits. Where were the Chaos Spirits?

"Damn..."

[kihaku]

Ryan was managing to beautifully keep the blades of the Ultima-clone at bay for now, but that was soon to change. The twin Reavers and the blade the doppelganger wielded were throwing off sparks of molten metal as the sheer force between them created enough friction and heat to slowly chip away at the lesser metal of the scythe.

Though the Jiaoimasu was straining with the effort to keep away the curved blade, the stoic features of the Reaper-like clone very slowly split into a malicious grin, ivory teeth bared in an almost vicious smile. Just as the last Ryan clone had done before, against the immense strength of the original Reaver, the doppelganger simply allowed himself to relinquish his hold on the weapon, which sent it into a spin. The strength the samurai had been pouring into the counter-attack should, by all accounts of momentum, throw him forwards now for a lack of opposition, right into the doppelganger’s trap. The weapon only made a single 180 degree spin before being caught, and instantly being shoved towards Ryan’s gut, the lance-like point on the tip of the scythe’s butt glinting in the fading sunlight.

As far Dramanius was going, there was nothing that he couldn’t get himself out of. Every single attack that was thrown his way was easily avoided, popping out of reality and back in, in relative safety. Already the seeking beams, ice-beam, and needled kick had been avoided simply by transmitting to another point on the battlefield. The only problem that was developing happened to be Crimson, with that immense blast of fire heading every which way. Stopping in mid-air, there was a quick flick of the wrist, a deft maneuvering of the fingers, and the dark, evil blade found its way home to its sheath.

Before the flames could get close enough to singe, Dramanius called up even more Chaos Energy, threw his hands forwards, and his entire body was encased in semi-transparent hexagonal panes of energy. His pale, gaunt face smirked in arrogant victory, as the flaming attack heated up and impacted the sphere of energy, ground against it with the sound of two boulders grinding together, before there was an explosive blast, an almost visible wave of air running tangent from the point of impact, and the inherent kick-back built into the very core design of the technique sent every single lick of flame directly back at Crimson.

When in came the hellfire fueled by Black Matter, the exact same result came in, every last iota of darkness-driven fire shot straight back to its source. When all of the attacks had been repulsed, Dramanius went once more on the offensive. The many dozens of platelets suddenly shot away from the Chaos Spirit, and dashed in almost a complete bee-line to Rizuk and Jimmy, who’d up till now not been at all helpful to the situation. They arrived in less than a second, and in another instant, turned from transparent to deep, opaque red, heating up slightly, and then exploding with enough combined force to crater a mountain face.

Dramanius remained still, though his power level never wavered, still putting out the same energy, which wasn’t being idle. The entire area, two miles in diameter, was quite suddenly blanketed in thick fog, so thick that one couldn’t see ten feet in front of them. Each warrior would also find themselves bereft of any sort of sixth sense, their ability to locate one another from power levels, signatures, or auras now completely blocked off. Seizing the opportunity, the black well from which Ultima-Ryan had emerged suddenly roiled and bubbled, as from its surface darted at least a dozen figures, each one perfectly resembling Dimitri in appearance, not like the previous doppelgangers that had slight color variations.

Three flew into the air towards Dimitri, two towards Kilix, and the remaining seven towards Falkan and Zolomon, every single one shouting in unison, “Soul Lance!” From the carbon-copy tips of the faux-Lucienders shot night-black, inch-thick spears of darkness, each one emitting a scream that sounded as if it came from the throat of a soul blinded with absolute terror.

[chameleon]

Cham savored that at the moment, Dramanius did not notice him either because Cham's power level was resticted to just above a normal human because he wasnt fighting or because Dramanius saw him as a fly. After all, why bother with the fly unless it got annoying enough to crush? Cham was about to dart to another of the fighters when his vision was blocked by some kind of black smog. He tried looking around, tried to sense power levels but couldnt make out a single one.

Was everyone gone? Did everyone die? Couldnt be, he still heard sounds of fighting and yelling.

--Soul Lance--

That was all Cham heard for no attack came his way but he had a feeling that there were others out there who would be at the end of this attack and may need help.

"Dammit Kihaku... where are you?"

Cham landed himself on the ground for the smog was confusing him a little too much while he was flying. He walked around trying to find some signs of one of the fighters. He tried to follow the voices as much as he could but with all the sounds around him, it was pretty difficult.