Saga: Unleash the Beast

[dimitri]

The words echoed around everyone as it was yelled all at once by everyone in the area. He was late, as usual and was only watching and waiting away from the group that was fighting to defend the planet that they loved and cared for so deeply they would risk their lives in this battle. His blade was in the ground and glowing a beautiful crystal blue, but it was still overshadowed by the darkness of negative souls that inhabited the area now with all the dark clones of himself preparing to assault the group of people who had never even seen Dimitri in battle, with the exception of Ryan and Zolomon as well as Reiaz, but that was about it. "Well, if someone is going to step up, I guess it needs to be done."

His eyes glazed over into their crystal blue color and suddenly he could see as clear as day just what all the copies of himself were doing. He could foresee the attack now and was surely ready and his plan was going to come to a full fruition. He pulled Luciendar out of the ground as it released such a strong soul energy that even those with no knowledge of the soul would sense the immense power that it released. It was so much energy it felt as though the blade was weighed down immensely by the pure spiritual pressure that it contained, and that is just what he wanted at this point.

He ran forward and stood directly in front of the whole group of warriors just as they were preparing for their attack. He held firmly the blade, literally burning the air around it as steam was released from the humid Nasrad air. The soulforce filled blade was now held at one side of his body and tightly with both hands and the second they missed it and fired their "soul lance," he was ready for it. With a hefty yell, he swung the blade around and released the largest soul wave that the planet Dragonia had ever seen in its history. Most of the Joshuen were defensive when it came to soulforce, but times were changing and he was ready to fight for his land.

The wave of pure soul energy was more like a wall than a simple wave of souls. It stood at least fifteen feet tall and traveled forward with such a velocity that it could easily slice through a mountain at its base. He smiled as he fell to his knee to catch his breath for a moment knowing that the wave would easily suffice for stopping the barrage directed at the group, but it would even then still continue forward and hopefully take down a few of the false Dimitris. With a heavy and panting voice, but his eyes still burning blue with the soul vision, he turned to the others and yelled. "Straight for Dramanius, I can see every move these copies make before it's done, I can deal with them on my own for now."

[Archer]

The things you see nowadays, huh?

So, what was it so far in the last five minutes? First, we’ve got Barbecue Bill over in the corner; thinking back to earlier that day, Kilix recalled his name as “Crimson”; or something like that, at least. So far, he was burning a large hole in, well, anything which could have a hole burnt in it, and doing a fairly major job of it, too. That ought to prove interesting later…

Then there was old Mr. Reval. He seemed to be doing well for someone who had just been gutted with the business end of a battle sword. In fact, he looked like it did his body something good; the power emanating from him seemed incredible. Kilix felt that there would be a lot of moments like that today, somehow.

And next in the list was Zolomon, who seemed to have been felled in battle; if such a thing could really happen to one of his kind. But then, just as it seemed like he was down and out, his body erupted in a spewing inferno of raw power, and he was back on the warpath again. It seemed only appropriate that death should bring the dead power, if only Kilix saw this irony.

Now there was something that didn’t work so well in his favour; Mr Dramanius Houdini. Kilix felt that he’d put a lot of hard work and quick thinking into that attack, and yet this guy dodged it like it was something he experienced every day; this was really going to be a tough battle. Although maybe less so, if everyone around him kept emanating power as they seemed to be doing now. It was only when Kilix landed on the ground again that he realised what he had in fact done; for lack of a better expression, given himself a makeshift acupuncture session. Luckily, there was a new surprise ready for him there, too.

The youth that seemed to be close to Kihaku came to tend to the Liixan’s wounds, using a technique that was quite extraordinary to cause Kilix’s own rapid regeneration to act in excess; in a matter of moments, his leg was as good as new. ”I’m going to need a word with you about that later,” he muttered with a grin; glancing at the section of his belt that contained his Super-Serum, he felt the urge of the upgrade coming on…

However, not much time to think, as the next surprising event was quickly on it’s way. Through the chaos exploding around the group of fighters, it would be hard to imagine that anyone could notice something as bizarre as this, but as Kilix sat, his leg finishing it’s healing process, he saw something that would boggle his mind for days on end. ”How in the hell did he get here?” he muttered, knowing the figure he saw was not with the group when they were brought to this plain.

Across the battlefield, a figure stood. He carefully positioned his hands in a skilfully learnt position, ready to execute a devastating manoeuvre on the nearby warriors. His fingers locked into position, one arm poised diagonally from the shoulder, the other hovering gently near the sternum. Taking a deep, calming breath, he prepared himself…

”’Cos it’s the Final Countdown!!!” bellowed KGB, his arms rocketing back and forth along the strings of the air guitar in front of him, a pair of speakers on his back emitting a powerful guitar solo. Oh yeah, he thought, I’m the shit…

A moment later, all of proverbial hell broke loose. In moments, the entire area seemed to be clouded in a deep fog, Kilix’ feline-esque eyes immediately glowing a bright gold as they absorbed all the light possible in the nearby area; at least he’d have some advantage over his comrades, this combined with his advanced sense of hearing—which at the moment was simply picking up the distressed wails of an abandoned little robot—gave him the edge over some of the others; and hopefully, his enemies.

He didn’t have long to test this theory though, as suddenly, with a unison cry of ”Soul Lance!” he had a whole new problem to deal with. Unfortunately, that very same advantage he though he had would prove to be a downfall at this moment, as shrill, unbearable cries shot towards his sensitive ears along with the energy attacks. Kilix fell to his knees almost immediately, trying desperately to cover his ears with one arm, while the other snapped straight forward, a light brown dome of energy erupting from his palm. There was a shudder, a jarred elbow, two sparks of energy, and two defended attacks; and one Liixan, very grateful that the noise had finally stopped.

Kilix stood up, just in time to feel a wave of strange energy shoot past; but he was past caring at this point. He reached for his belt, a few flicks of his wrist bringing the Ruby and the Sapphire alive in his hand, a radiating light of red and blue energy shining off the surrounding mist. He tried to sense out the Dimitri clones, but came up short. However, it seemed his trouble was to be met for him, as a voice rang out for them to attack Dramanius directly. I can deal with that… thought Kilix, as he started to move carefully through the mist. He didn’t know exactly what he was searching for, however; he was just hoping that when something presented himself, he’d have enough time to react before it was too late.

Somewhere in the mist, a small Robot listened to rock music.

[Garoten Reklor]

Reval felt an unfamiliar smile tug at his lips as Dramanius deftly evaded every single attack hurled his way. The emotional release that necessarily came with his Fury state tended to create almost an entirely different personality for the V'alcan Warrior. Normally he was cold, aloof, and pessimistic, but also honorable, noble, and loyal. In his escalated state the floodgates to his emotions, usually locked tight, were thrown open andf he became something else. The coldness turned to a ruthlessness that bordered on cruelty, aloofness became supreme arrogance, and the pessimism completely disappeared, as did the more benign of his attributes. Still, at his very core Falkan was a prince, noble and just, and all the transformations in the world couldn't change that.

Now he was enjoying himself immensely, filled with absolute hatred for the warrior who dared sidestep his attacks with such ease, and craving more battle by the second. Then Dramanius employed a true coward's tactic. The battlefield was filled with a mist that darkened more than just the vision. Suddenly Falkan, along with the others, found himself fighting - or not fighting - blind, unable to see or sense the Will of Chaos anywhere. Again years of experience kicked in and he abandoned sight and energy and focused on his other senses, primarily hearing and smell. Hearing told him one thing for certain - an attack was coming, but he couldn't tell whether it was from allies or more of those pathetic clones. Fortunately, sombody was on the case, as an unfamiliar voice shouted to focus on Dramanius.

There was nothing Falkan would have liked more than to beat on Dramanius, but he'd have to find him first. As he backed through the fog, Rhiannon in one hand and the Drail sword in the other, Falkan suddnely bumped into something and nearly removed its head before seeing it was Kilix and the green eyed boy. He could also feel immense heat not far away - had to be the redheaded kid. He stopped and motioned for the two to move with him toward Crimson's position, whispering along the way.

"Finally, a friendly face...and at least one warrior. Listen Gyro, if we don't coordinate our attacks, this guy's going to take us apart piece by bloody, furry, bony piece. And whatever we do, it'd better be some new kind of creative, because a simple diversion isn't going to be so much as a nuisance to this creep."

He dragged Rhiannon's tip in the ground, cutting an almost imperceptible line in the ground for nearly ten meters. Then, out of nowhere, he spun and threw both hands up in the air. In response, a wall of earth along the line he'd drawn exploded upwards almost as high as it was long, then blew across the field like a wave thanks to a forward shove by Reval. Thanks to the completely unique power of realm-bending, Dramanius might not even know how to sense the energy...but it was doubtful. The attack probably wouldn't even come close to hitting Dramanius and might even run over a couple of the goodguys, but it was better than nothing.

His eyes glowed even brighter blue as he turned his gaze to Kilix.

"To be honest with you, fuzzy, This state is about power, not intelligence, so I'm not exactly brimming with ideas at the moment. You got any?"

[damian]

(OOC: Um Kihaku, I didn't actually understand what Dramanius did to my attack... Especially since I haven't launched it yet But I will wing it!)

[glow=red,2,300]"Nice try, Drammy boy..."[/glow] A voice said from the smog, and Crimson still stood tall, the sphere still in his hand, without having lost any power. However, the curtain of flame he'd gathered behind him had been destroyed- a result of Dramanius' attack. Thankfully, Crimson had managed to move the back-up fire in the way, protecting the lethal attack he'd prepared.

Taking his left hand off of his right wrist, he pulled the sphere back, and frowned through the smog. He couldn't see an opening- hell, he couldn't see anything!- so his attack was basically useless right now. However, the light it was giving off was helping, as he could see the near vicininy. So when he heard the yell of the Dimitri clones, he raised his flaming sphere and made a small "eep" sound.

But then, Falkan's wall of earth shot up, and the approaching Dimitri clone was stopped. Crimson blinked in surprise, then looked around for the source of his bizarre rescue. Eventually he caught sight of Falkan and that furry guy, and grinned his gratitude. He then clenched his left hand back down on his right wrist, focussing his power again, and trying to maintain the epic amounts of strength he held in his hands.

He dashed over to Falkan and Kilix, keeping in mind the sphere, and said,
[glow=red,2,300]"Thanks for the save... Again.Listen, I've condensed this attack enough so anyone can wield it; as long as I'm nearby, it won't burn through your flesh, bones and DNA too. Someone needs to hit Dramanius with it though, and I can't do that with this smog in the way..."[/glow] Crimson trailled off, trying to plan out his next move. he couldn't create a fire clone, as all the Phoenix Fire his body could possess was, for now, gathered into his palm. Speed of Sparks would still work, but he had to know where Dramanius was, and this smog had rendered that impossible.

Then another thought occured to him. To Falkan, he asked slowly and thoughtfully,
[glow=red,2,300]"What exactly can you do? I mean, is making walls of rock and dirt as far as you can go? Or can you get rid of this mist with whatever the hell you just used?"[/glow] If Falkan got rid of that, Crimson's vision wouldn't be impaired anymore, and he could Speed of Sparks his way there. Having seen Kilix's technique earlier, he knew he could move just as quickly- perhaps, if Crimson failled, Kilix could take the attack over... Possibilities for the battle flooded through his mind, and he ran his spare hand through his air in excitement.

He voiced his strategy aloud to Kilix and Falkan, adding in the parts that if the others kept the clones entertained, the three of them ought to be able to reach Dramanius and told Kilix his part was more important, as Crimson relied heavily on him if he couldn't reach Dramanius quick enough. But hopefully, together, they could end this before anyone else got hurt.

[Jimmy Claymore]

((OOC: ARrgh, sorry, got side-tracked))

Rizuk succedded in getting Demon Jimmy out of the way long after Dramanius had left the two of them alone. He shoved the Dragon off and snarled in annoyance as he dusted him self off
"What is with you?"
"I just saved your life!"
"What are you talking about? He ignored me! Stupid Claymore's bringing my power down..."
"What? You ARE Claymore, you idiot!"
"Look Wanktard" The demon said, showing an uncommon use of language when he suddenly noticed the Platelets. With a sigh he grabbed Rizuk's collar and teleported away as the blast detonated.

He threw Rizuk into a red stone face and crossed his arms in annoyance, the claws clicked as they folded. They were a reasonable distance from the fight now and he wanted to talk to this Dragon here.
"Why did you interfere?"
"I'm trying to get in a Hottie Angel's pants"
"Admirable" the Demon sneered, he grabbed Rizuk again. "Well, let me just show you something first" He flickered again and teleported back to the battle, a few minutes later.

He was floating a few miles above the conflict and watched with a passive disinterest, Rizuk however, broke his arrogant exterior and felt some genuine concern for his friends. They looked like they were fighting an army, although he could barely see
"You see? He's too powerful. You want me too let James out? Let him have a crack? No. He'll die. We'll both die. I can't allow that. Your not weak, no-one here is weak. But I am strong, and I want to KILL him! If you and your friends can help, help. I'm going to kill him" The Demon dropped Rizuk and his body flickered as he teleported down towards the fray. As Falkan reached his newest level of power, Demon Jimmy drove downwards scanning for the big enemy. He landed in the mist and started teleporting around, searching for Dramanius, his claws bared and ready for a fight.

Fortunately, Rizuk landed with a crash near Falkan and growled as he got up, Falkan had transformed and Kilix looked a little lost but at least he recognised them. He snarled, he couldn't see very well and his body glowed with fire
"I've got a plan for you, Reval! Gyro! We're helping, its kinda ironic the Demon showed me that. Let's go" Rizuk's body exploded into flames and his wings billowed out, his Normal emotion state but the red scaled form was most intimidating. He growled and fire licked out of his jaw, his claws bit into the ground and his voice resonated[shadow=red,left,300]"Alright, shall we Tag-Team? I'll cover Reval and he goes for the main target and Gyro! Your smartest out of all of us, spot his weakness and get him. If he ain't got one help me cover Falk. Any problems, then shove it. Or ignore my orders, I don't really care"[/shadow] Rizuk leapt into the air and tried to look for a target. He couldn't see anything and he cursed, he kept an eye on Falkan. If he started moving he'd cover him, but for the moment he was just cover.

((OOC: Sorry if any of that doesn't work))

[zolomon]

(OOC: Kihaku, I hope you don't mind the micro-control of the Dimitri copies, I'm just having them physically attack so that Zolomon DOES something. If you dun like it, lemme know and I'll edit it out.)

Though one might have hoped for better luck, Zolomon had expected his attack to be either parried or evaded, and reflecting it was only the next logical choice. As the dark and discolored flames bolted back at the vampire, with a simple swing of his arm, he dissolved them, the tongues of fire rejoining the Scythe. His initial rage slowly calming, the Black Matter waste subsided, though only a little. Dramanius was obviously not an enemy Zolomon could handle alone. Also, since nobody seemed keen on working with him, he would just have to figure something out. Trouble was, that 'something' was a tad difficult to locate.

Though most would find it disturbing and disheartening that this Dramanius seemingly effortlessly avoided every assault aimed at him by the Planet Defending conglomerate (as Zolomon now calls it), there was a familiar tingling sensation in the back of Zolomon's neck, the excitement of an encounter he might not survive... a feeling that only a few would ever understand. Well... maybe there was nothing to understand, but there was nothing anyone could do about it. Zolomon WAS a bloodthirsty vampire, after all.

After a moment of pondering, which led to no noteworthy results whatsoever, Zolomon spat and gripped his weapon tighter. "Fuck this, you only get to be undead once..." although he was, in fact, a revived (if that's what you can call it) undead already. With that, he charged at Dramanius, only to stop cold on his tracks when something creepy happened. Something creepy and fairly terrifying. A small robot, not too far off, began playing rock music! If Zolomon wasn't hard-trained and experienced, he would have surely curled up in terror. Oh, THE HUMANITY!! DX

... *cough* *cough* ANYWAY, besides the little mechanical menace doing things of unspoken horror on the battlefield, which the gods only know how it came to be on, there were other, slightly more... pressing issues at hand. A sudden, incredibly thick white fog rolled in on the warriors, reducing one's line of vision to just about as far as his arm could reach. Though still not accustomed to sensing power levels and signatures, Zolomon noticed the lack of presence as soon as the white mist covered the land in a manner similar to a thick blanket. Luckily, Zolomon wasn't rendered useless because of it. His incredibly tuned senses allowed him to hear everyone, see much farther than this mist would allow, as well as feel the, albeit diminished, heat signatures of most everyone.

The very moment Zolomon heard and felt an additional dozen of hearts beating, he knew something was not going well, especially when these presences assaulted him and others. There was a moment, the briefest of seconds, when the vampire felt the urge to warn his comrades, but then he realized that none of the others cared about him, nor would warn him, if he was in that situation. Screw them, they're on their own. Of course, the idea that it was because of Zolomon's pride and strong dislike for most everyone here in the first place crossed his mind, but he dismissed it, this was no time for pointing fingers. Especially at oneself.

"Soul Lance!" a number of voice shouted in unison, and suddenly Zolomon's sensitive ears were overwhelmed with a terrible screaming, screeching noise as the spears flew through air, departed yet not freed spirits screaming in their wake, forcing the undead warrior onto his knees. "OH, GOD DAMN MY FUCKING HEARING!!" And then it was gone, preceded by an enormous wave of... something. Zolomon recognized the source of it, it was that feller with the stick up his as. Oleg or Boris or something.

Suddenly the very same guy appeared before him. And then another one. And... another one? "What the fuck have I been smoking?" the vampire asked himself, but then he suddenly realized that these were the signatures that suddenly appeared just moments ago. Somewhere off in the distance, a familiar and not-so welcome voice spoke something about seeing the moves of the copies, being able to take care of them, yada yada. Another fucktard just trying to take all the fun out of Zolomon's undeath. "Hey, screw you, asshole! These three are mine!" At the very same moment, the vampire took a foot to his face and rolled backwards, jumping to his feet as if nothing had happened. "So... is this how strong that whiny bitch is? Not impressed." he said flatly, a grin on his face, grasping his weapon tighter, prepared to defend and attack, whichever turns out needed.

It was defense. The triplet-tacular threesome assaulted the vampire with a series of punches and kicks. Though one-on-one this would be no problem, 3-on-1 was a bit more difficult and Zolomon kept taking a few hits, though nothing to worry about. Using the blazing-hot scythe to parry, he managed to keep the three at bay, when he suddenly rolled forward and momentarily the ground around him exploded, a dome of dark hellfire enveloping him from all sides, hopefully harming if not outright killing the copies, as long as they hadn't moved out of the way. The dome kept growing in an alarming rate, but soon disappeared, torn up from the inside by Zolomon's own scythe like fabric, several embers escaping into the sky. He could feel it, the uncontrollable insanity, knocking on the gates of his mind, only his anger, pride and determination keeping the foreign, powerful force at bay. 'What the hell is wrong with me?!' he cursed in his mind, yet this wasn't the time nor place for even this much-needed discussion.

Right now, a different form of negotiation was necessary. Aggressive diplomacy. "MY kind of diplomacy."

[kihaku]

((Ryan has yet to post, so we shall assume then that they are still struggling until either Ryan posts, or I post again, at which point an Auto-hit will be given. Also, Rizuk, I sent you a PM, please follow its directions.))

Dramanius was having a grand old time toying with these warriors, using nothing but his powers when it came to any kind of combat with them. What could one really expect with the sudden arrival of so many new playthings? Every single one that COULD power up to the next level of power, did, and those that couldn’t were certainly trying their damndest to draw up all of their power into singular blasts in the hopes of smearing that arrogant smile across a mile of dirt. Well, that wasn’t about to happen, considering that, up to his point, every single move made had been five steps behind and three notches too weak to be effective.

With the hell-fire neutralized for now, and the wall of flames no threat, it was time to assess the damage done. Though Dramanius knew Kilix had been injured, he didn’t know that Cham had just recently run up and healed him to 110% health. However, with the mist imbued with his own energy, he was well aware of everyone’s general whereabouts, and was more than ready to dive head-in once more. Before he could get started though, he needed to shift his pawns about.

The three sent after Zolomon had just been blasted by, of course, more hell-fire, and so they required more attention than the others. An interesting thought crossed his mind about the infernal flame of the vampire before continuing, He uses that far too often. Only one of the three copies shielded themselves with Soul Shields, identical to the ones used against Ryan and Dimitri on the island off the coast of Bedoe, only this time it gave off no screams, which was a bit of a surprise to the Will of Chaos. Could that be a sign that his power was growing fainter? To test out this hypothesis, the clone darted about, until he stood two hundred feet from Zolomon. At the exact same moment, the three near Dimitri darted upwards, one nearly losing a foot in the process, the other two taking the full brunt to the torso, and as such being utterly destroyed, taking up a similar position away from the Joshuen. Precisely at the same instant, they shouted in unison.

“Unholy Trinity!”

The two clones shuddered as a purely black energy engulfed them, opaque and pulsating with dark, malicious intentions. The impromptu cocoons suddenly burst, and from where the doppelgangers once floated shot three figures each. One was an athletic-looking male, long black hair, strong figure, bearing an arm-mounted blade, who darted to the left. Another was a wiry youth, shoulder-length, jet-black hair, spry features, wielding a kitana, who struck right. The final one to emerge was a figure draped in black cloth, wrapped like an assassin, a hood completely hiding any facial feature, the cloth so long as to conceal its legs, while in its right hand it brandished a vicious-looking hand scythe, the handle only long enough for one hand to grasp, but wickedly sharp.

Both Dimitri and Zolomon, hated rivals, now faced similar opponents, though how they would defend themselves was entirely up to them. Dramanius, in the meantime, swooped in on Crimson, Reval, Rizuk, and Kilix, and once he could see their silhouettes in the fog, he stopped in mid-air and thrust forward a hand, fingers curled forward like a claw grasping its prey. A moment later, all of the warriors would be surprised as, once more, dozens upon dozens of chains shot up out of the earth, their source a mystery but their objective clear. Four endeavored to wrap about each wrist, two per ankle, and at least three struck for the neck, in Kilix’s case five.

It was when all hell broke loose for the quartet that Dramanius made his move, transmitting in to the thick of it, aiming to stab Crimson through the heart, with a two-handed thrust, use his forward momentum to front-flip forward and bring both heels of his boots down on Falkan’s head, then use the solid warrior as a spring-board to leap and bring both fists down on Kilix in a similar manner. He would then dart to the side, transmit over to Crimson, retrieve his sword, and transmit again to Rizuk, hopefully slashing in from right shoulder to left hip from behind. All of this, in less time than it takes to cough five times.

If all goes as planned, of course. If not, he could always just commandeer a doppelganger.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk's flight was interupted by sudden chains wrapping around his wings where his wrists had been and his thick red scaled legs, he roared in surprise and desperately flapped to hold himself aloft as he was being dragged inexorably down, he coughed out blasts of fire to try and force himself up and desperately tried to relieve the pressure on his wings. Rizuk looked at his allies and saw that they'd all had a problem with these chains, he saw something appearing in front of Crimson and saw what looked like Dramanius, and he noticed a sword too. He was going to kill him if he didn't do something so Rizuk, in desperation swept his tail at Crimson and tried to knock him over, if he fell backwards the blade would miss, but his tail wasn't that amazingly strong. He'd have to hope. Unfortunately this made things worse for him, as he was now completely stuck in his own chains. He writhed helplessly and felt a sudden biting pain in his back and he bellowed in rage and pain. He fell back to the ground and roared as he tried to struggle back up again, the chains were biting in his sides now and he winced as the suddenly good idea occured to him. He groaned as his body ignited and he turned back into his Human form, with a quick scramble he got free of the chains and breathed out calmly before shouting out
"OW!" He rubbed his back and felt the blood seeping through, it'd gone straight through his scales and he could feel a hefty scar forming as the blood clotted and scabbed over, he couldn't feel his legs that well either, he must have gotten his spine with some of that. He coughed up a small globule of blood as he got up again, wobbling extremely, he looked for any sign of his friends, he coughed again and more blood flew up. What the hell was that sword? Or was it from the choking due to the chains? Either way, he wasn't in a fit state to fight anything,
"Reval! Gyro!" He coughed and spluttered, why wasn't he healing? What was wrong?

Meanwhile Demon Jimmy... was still blind. He couldn't find anything or anyone and, despite the laws of probablity, had managed to avoid every other combatant despite his teleportation. He'd heard Rizuk's scream but had gotten lost trying to find him again, he was starting to get a little frustrated, he couldn't sense anything...
"I'll have to wait..." He said finally, he stood stock still and waited...

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Sorry about the wait dude. I had to post my un-finished post in the admin section on friday because i had to leave Hayley's house so I wouldn't miss a train, and i've not been able to get on to finish/post it up properly since then. But here it is, enjoy!)

The outcome of the battle between the samurai prince and his evil, and quite considerably superior, clone opponent was slowly drawing to an end, even if appearance would not grant the same thoughts. Unknown to the untrained eye Ryan’s body was not far from giving in under the enormous force of Ultima-Ryan. With each passing seconds he could feel his very muscles, within his biceps mainly, coming that step closer to tearing in two. Arrgghhh…there goes another blood vessel… he thought to himself briefly. …If I can not devise a way out of this situation very quickly then my life will surely be lost.

Unlike everything he had ever been taught in his upbringing Ryan couldn’t help but show how much he was struggling in his current predicament; there simply came a time were his Dragonity shone stronger than his samurai nature, it was unavoidable. Unlike Ryan, whose physical anguish and struggle was clearly apparent upon his screwed up face, his malevolent clone slowly bared his teeth in a malicious grin – it was as if Ryan was staring up into the face of evil, as if Ryan was staring up into the face of Loki.

The Twin Reavers and the weapon of choice that his doppelganger was currently wielded were throwing off sparks and pieces of molten metal as the sheer force between them created enough friction and heat to cause the metal upon all three of the weapons to glow an ominous orange, slowly chipping away at the metal of the scythe that Ultima-Ryan was brandishing. It was abundantly clear that wherever this scythe had come from it was no match for the craftsmanship, and quality of the Twin Reavers, a fact which honestly didn’t surprise Ryan very much at all.

Nevertheless Ryan had no time to run such thoughts through his mind as Ultima-Ryan had finally decided to end this battle of strengths, a fact that benefited Ryan tremendously, but had a substantial amount of damage already been done to his muscles? Either way it was too late to do anything about it. Renouncing his grip upon the scythe the counter-force that Ryan had been placing behind his blades suddenly caused him to crash forward, unable to grant himself any form of balance thanks to the laws of gravity and the momentum to his body’s movement that was caused by it.

Although it was no more than a matter of seconds Ryan managed to turn his head to look upwards, he knew only too well that this had been no accident and that Ultima-Ryan intended to capitalise on the Jiaoimasu current state of vulnerability; it’s what he would have done. The scythe had spun upwards through the air after its masters grip no longer burdened it, but it had spun a mere 180 degrees before that same grip had found its way around it once more, and with a swing at speeds that almost matched Dramanius’ movement Ultima-Ryan brought the scythe slicing down through the air towards his much younger, and inferior original self.

The situation looked impossible, and that was with a sunny disposition spun on it, but if Ryan had learned only one thing since he had left the charred remains of his families home it was that the impossible was only impossible until someone made it otherwise. Turning his head away from his impending kismet a single piece of molten metal from the blade of Ultima-Ryan’s scythe fell past his eyes, no more than a few inches away, and without a single thought in his mind Ryan acted on instinct, just how he was taught as a samurai to act. That small piece of molten metal suddenly exploded into flames. The heat was intense, extremely intense for that matter, and the force behind the explosion just as impressive. As the explosion originated from directly in front, and below of Ryan it force of the explosion caused his body to suddenly fly backwards through the air.

The explosion of fire that had thrown Ryan’s body backwards through the air like a singed rag doll had been caused by none other than Ryan, as crazy as it sounded. It had all been part of his attempt to save himself from his impending death, and it worked, but just not as much as he had hoped for. Though he had avoided the scythe slicing through him from head to toe, the explosion having forced himself out of that line of attack, it had thrown his left arm directly into its path. As he moved backwards through the air the very tip of the scythes blade pierced through his skin atop his shoulder causing the momentum of his flying body to slice along the scythes blade, the blade causing an ever deepening wound from where it entered on his shoulder all the way down his arm to the very tip of his middle finger.

A screaming shriek slipped through the young samurai’s lips as he thudded against the ground some few feet away from his original position, the flames from the explosion quickly dieing out since his concentration over them had broken considerably. Quickly he forced himself to his feet, only able to ignore his pain enough for his brain to restore movement to his body. His left arm remained completely limp at the side of his body, his grip upon the Reaver within his left palm failing him as he stood, blood constantly dripping to the floor below as it poured from the gaping wound upon his arm.

His completion had turned an unnatural shade of white, the very colour from his body draining away with each second. He knew that his body could eventually heal the wound, he was part Dragonian after all, but something about this wound didn’t feel right, especially since he could no longer feel his arm. All of this was superficial at any rate, there was a lot more at stake than the long term effects of the wound, the planets existence for one.

“…Let us dance…you and I…” Blood pouring from a wound that reached from the shoulder to the tip of his finger on a limp arm, the effects of severe blood loss slowly taking effect and the fact that he could only arm himself with one of his two blades all pointed towards oblivion for the prince of the Jiaoimasu. Oblivion…if oblivion it is then I’ll give it hell before it takes me.

[Archer]

So far, everything nearby seemed to be deforming into chaos. Dimitri and Zolomon were now grossly outnumbered by clones of the former, the latter caring little for the competition. However, even with his cockiness of ability, it would probably be tough for the Vampire to take these enemies alone; same for the Joshuen, even though he had vowed to deal with his clones alone. Nearby, Ryan was struggling to stay in the game against his far superior copy, before all hell was loosed upon him, in turn.

Ryan was flung across the scene, taking the business end of a nasty weapon to his arm, lacerating it from shoulder to finger. Blood poured from the wound, puddles of the crimson liquid gathering on the dusty earth; although none could see this tragedy through the fog. Were anyone able to see this sight, the sound of softly playing violins would almost instantly be heard, adding mental drama to the scene, as the Samurai struggled to gain footing on the ground.

However, as the warrior stood, challenging his opponent to a final showdown, this music slowly changed into a more upbeat tune, matching the attitude of the fighters in question to a T, as Ryan’s heavy breath drew in and out in time to the sounds, guitar riffs starting to enter in, and slowly the volume crept up until it’s crescendo: ”’Cos it’s the Laaaast Maaaan Staaaandiiing, Step Right Up, it’s the Real Thing…”

The music broke suddenly, as KGB looked up at the warrior. ”Bad time?”

---

It seemed as if Kilix was once again the centre of strategic attention. He was, to be honest, expecting it of Rizuk; Crimson could have been worse; but it was Falkan that caught him off guard. Usually the V’alcan was as sharp a mind as any, but this transformation apparently substituted strategic know-how into brute strength; granted, the attribute would be appreciated, but it didn’t help their current situation any.

”Right, Kilix started, almost simultaneously with a sudden rush of metal from all around the group. The Liixan cursed immediately under his breath, leaping immediately into the air in an attempt to outrun the rapidly accelerating chains; however, he was not quite swift enough, the fifth and final chain grabbing a hold of his ankle and wrapping tightly around his armoured leg. ”Son of a bi- he muttered, before the chain began pulling down on him, forcing his ascent to cease as he plummeted to the ground.

Luckily, the Liixan still had his blades ready-in-hand. It made logical sense that some variety of attack would be coming after a restraining ability such as this, so Kilix did not cut his bonds immediately, but instead waited. Waiting for the opportune moment; and it would come very soon. Bursting through the surrounding fog, Dramanius had almost completed his second assault on Falkan before Kilix had even caught sight of him; but that was time enough. As the Will of Chaos launched himself at the Liixan, he flared up an extra boost of energy in his blades, rolling to the left microseconds before exerting two swings of his blades; the first cutting clean through his restraint, the second aimed straight for Dramanius’ arms, which would now be committed to his assault.

Kilix bounced swiftly to his feet, readying his weapons for attack once again. It seemed that Dramanius was had just finished an attack on Rizuk, who was bleeding quite heavily from his back; he must’ve taken a wound from Dramanius’ blade. Kilix moved quickly, leaping towards the Will aiming another blade strike towards his torso, while sheathing his secondary weapon and dispensing a syringe from his belt. Without saying a word, he snapped his arm straight, launching the needle towards the Dragon’s back; if all went to plan, the Smart Serum would inject itself automatically into his system, and the rest would work in seconds.

What they needed was restraint; somehow, someone needed to bind Dramanius to one position; or at least restrict his teleportation ability. Kilix didn’t have time to voice this, he was slightly pre-occupied, but he hoped someone would pick up on the team-spirit and give him a helping hand.

((You didn’t post Dramanius moving anywhere, so I assumed he’d still be nearby. Holler if you need me to edit.))

[zolomon]

(OOC: Once again, micro-control just to fill up a decent-sized post, which basically consists of them, attacking me. Hope you don't mind. Also, I assume that by 'kitana' you meant 'katana'.)

So far, things were turning out most successful for the vampire: he had fried two of his three enemies and was keeping his sanity (whatever of it he had) with relative ease, it seemed that the surges of wild, untamed aggression were finally starting to calm. As he stood tall, holding his weapon diagonally so that the tip of the long, deadly, curved blade touched the ground behind him, he kept a trained eye and, even more so, a trained ear on his surroundings, especially when the one remaining clone leaped away from him, successfully moving out of Zolomon's line of sight, and now, it was his other senses the other vampire had to rely on. All would be well if it wasn't for--

"THAT GODDAMN MUSIC, TURN IT THE FUCK OFF!" he shouted at the same moment two other voices said 'Unholy Trinity' in unison, though the vampire missed it and didn't realize something was afoot until slightly later. At least the music did end. 'The nerve of some people... listening to such trash during a battle. Now, if it was Godsmack or Kamelot...'

Taste-related music arguments aside, Zolomon stood like a mountain, an eerie authority beaming off his solid face and posture. Only now did he notice what used to be two people splitting into six, and three were coming for him. 'More doppelgangers...? This guy really does not know how to diversify an assault.' Then again, it wasn't diversity, but effectiveness that mattered in battle... 'Well, he's effective as shit right now.' Good point.

Yet they weren't, in fact, doppelgangers, but something completely else. As he heard the scarce, some unusually light, footsteps, his body tensed almost of its own accord, prepared to face against whatever that Dramanius bastard had in store for him. Expecting an attack from anywhere on his sides or even behind him, he was surprised when he heard a step just feet from him, a black, cloaked figure wielding a hand-sized scythe emerging from the earth-level clouds, weapon drawn back to strike. Zolomon stepped forward, not wasting any time, and knocked the blade of the assailant's scythe upwards with the base of his own scythe flipping the blade so that it faced to the outside and prepared to sweep the ground, aiming to slice the black attacker's legs off, yet it wasn't to be.

Suddenly another dark character emerged from to Zolomon's left, the mist still dragging forward from his body as his long hair billowed in the wake of his movement, a dangerous-looking arm blade sailing forward with deadly speed and a target in the vampire's head. "Hmph..." was all that could be heard on Zolomon's part as he cut his sweeping slash short, instead opting to duck and evade the incoming stab. It would have been easy to follow-up with a slanted, upwards-aimed slash, which would certainly harm the two assailants whose momentum kept them moving forward at him, yet this would idea would not come to fruition as well, because Zolomon heard another set of footsteps and quickly rolled backwards, just in time for a katana to slice through nothing but air.

Leaping to his feet immediately, Zolomon didn't even take the proper time to examine his foes, starting his counter-attack with a kick to the youthful... black person with the katana, followed by a fiery swing of his blade at the one with the arm-mounted blade, and finally a spit in the direction of the cloaked fighter. Even Zolomon didn't know why he did that, he simply felt like it. Comic relief, you know. Leaping back some six feet, Zolomon ended his assault with a sudden upwards swing of his scythe (which wasn't quite in range of striking), bringing a sudden vertical burst, a pillar of hellfire that emerged from the ground so suddenly, most wouldn't know what happened before they were fried to a crisp.

'Finally... an enjoyable fight...' the vampire chuckled to himself, as this affair had turned out somewhat entertaining after all. Scanning his surroundings with his senses for a short moment, Zolomon heard, sometimes saw and mostly felt the other battles going around, which he would be helpful in, but meh... screw those bitches. As long as he's having fun, nothing else matters. Nobody else matters.

[damian]

Rizuk's tail surprised Crimson, but he understood why he'd done it. Still, it kinda hurt. Crimson rolled backwards onto his left hand, then back up to his haunches with force. Pulling his attack back behind him, clenching his muscles tight and getting ready to throw everything into it. However, he waited for Kilix to get back away from him.

[glow=red,2,300]"Time to end this!"[/glow] Crimson yelled at Dramanius, then leapt forward with lightning fast speed, and shoved the super-powerful sphere directly towards the Will of Chaos' chest. Upon impact, Crimson caused the sphere to explode outwards, and the massive force supplied would do terrific damage to everyone in the local vicinity.

The explosion blew outwards with masses of white-hot, flesh-scarring flames, and with enough force to propel everyone nearby backwards, even Crimson himself. The massive white dome of fire exploded higher and higher, before concentrating into a single glowing white pillar of fire that seemed to stretch infinitely up into the sky, before fading out of existence slowly.

Crimson struggled to his feet, a good twenty metres away from where he had thrust his attack towards Dramanius. Just before him, there was a massive crater- exactly twenty metres in diameter, surprisingly. Anyone who had been nearby would have been knocked the same distance Crimson had by the incredible force, and unless they were fast enough, burnt by the skin-scorching fire.

The entire crater was filled with grey smouldering smoke and this, paired with the mist around them, made sure Crimson couldn't see a thing. Not that it mattered to him right now, he was struggling to his feet, exhausted from using up all his Phoenix Fire in one go. He coughed loudly, then shook the smouldering ash out of his red hair and took a deep breath.

Hopefully, Crimson had managed to catch Dramanius offguard- the attack hadn't looked that strong, but the damage it had done was extensive. Crimson was now back on his feet, his left arm wrapped around his stomach and his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looked around for the others, but realised he was now alone, without any of his allies.

"Phew... Well that was fun..." Crimson muttered to himself, looking around still. It was mysteriously silent now, in a very eery way. He wondered if the attack hadn't worked, and Dramanius had survived, hiding somewhere nearby or in the crater, just waiting for Crimson to drop his guard.

Then again, there was very little chance Dramanius would've escape completely unscathed. Nobody's that fast, no matter who they are. Crimson also realised he'd accidentally fallen out of Phoenix Presence, without intending to. Way too much power had been put into that, Crimson only had two tricks up his sleeve left, pretty much. He prayed Dramanius wouldn't know where he had gone, or at least one of the others who still had some energy left- Crimson felt completely exhausted.
(OOC: Wheeee! Big boom! Everybody remember to react ;D)

[kihaku]

((Everyone who has not yet posted, be warned that if you do not post by tomorrow, my next post, you will receive an Auto-hit.))

The toys Dramanius had been so unexpectedly gifted with turned out to be quite the spunky little adventurers, putting up quite a fight. It was amusing to watch their futile efforts in bringing him down, putting out whatever little power they had in one, big, sad attempt to stop him. It was ridiculous, suicidal and damned amusing.

Kilix provided as lively a foe as any, fighting back despite being held down by a number of chains. After attacking Falkan and before striking the son of Liix, his eyes caught a bright red and blue light, which didn't seem natural at all, so abruptly ceased his strike in mid-attack, watching Kilix quickly free himself of the chains and swing at him, missing despite his best efforts. Too predictable. Just as he slashed through the helpless Dragon's back, he noticed that Kilix was approaching him rapidly, almost too rapidly. Turning to face him in the very last moment, he could feel the shining blade of his enemy run its tip across the fabric of his clothing. Had he moved but a moment later and it would be a VERY ugly sight indeed. Furious at how close Kilix came to actually harming him, Dramanius did the most natural thing, attempting to slug him in the jaw as hard as possible, leaping several feet back after that. Only then did it occur to him how strange it was that Kilix was still so agile, even after sustaining the damage to his leg he himself caused.

Crimson was saved by a most preoccupied Rizuk's timely intervention and was quick to declare it being the time to end this. How quaint... The energy compressed into that small energy sphere was no joke, yet Dramanius couldn't be bothered to care. If so much power and skill is held, it really becomes a chore to give a damn. Then again, a little precaution never hurt and Dramanius had something already prepared. Just as the red-haired youth began his undeniably fast assault, the Chaos Spirit summoned more of his chains, hundreds even, making them wrap around his legs and hands to slow the eager attacker down, as well as a large cluster of dark chains taking the shape of a wall before him. Yet it was not enough. Just in time to save his life, Dramanius noticed the chain wall melting in the face of Crimson's mighty attack, deciding to perform a tactical retreat and disappearing in the blink of an eye, immediately after which came a glorious explosion.

Standing aside, perfectly safe from others' sights, Dramanius brooded. His playthings were providing ample entertainment, yet the certain element of danger was undeniable. He would have to start fighting with more care, if just a little more. All that spelled for his opposition was that they would have even less hope now. The surprisingly devastating explosion Crimson unleashed had pushed his mist to the very sides of the two miles wide dome, which was exactly where he was positioned, a long way away from the others. Not a problem. Dramanius threw his arms outwards and the ever-shifting mist filled the dome fully once again.

He could feel, sense the positions of everyone almost as clear as if he could see them. Rizuk was hardly going to give him any trouble, Crimson could not have put out so much energy and not be affected by it, the Demon was lost, and Ryan, Dimitri and Zolomon were busy themselves, so his most pressing matter was bringing Falkan and Kilix to their knees.

Phasing out of existence, Dramanius appeared behind Kilix and instantly slashed across his back, an attack even the Liixan's reflexes would fare poorly against, then he disappeared the very moment the slash ended, instead appearing above Falkan, only upside-down and swinging the blade in a way that would cut his shoulder clear through. Just as the attack was executed, the Chaos spirit was gone. If anyone could see in the mist, they would probably notice him appearing several feet away from Kilix, running towards him with the Kasaneru Tsumi prepared for a potentially lethal blow, which would never be delivered. Dramanius disappeared again an inch from attacking position, appearing before and above him the very same instant, aiming a reverse kick to his head, be it the front or back of it, using the momentum of his run and consecutive leap to propel him towards Falkan, yet he disappeared before any harm could befall him, instead slashing across the V'alcan's legs from behind, only to teleport away once more, this time to behind Crimson, aiming a powerful blow to the back of his head using the hilt of his weapon. And he was gone again, appearing some distance away from his enemies. Their attacks would only near them to their doom.

In other fronts, things were going quite differently, as Ryan was struggling against his clone, even though the clone's weapon proved to be inferior. The Jiaiomasu warrior proved to be quite resourceful, when he used an explosion to propel himself out of the way of Ultima-Ryan's attack, a move that cost him a lot, though probably less than what he would have paid had he not tried it. His arm shredded unbearably, the warrior had to think fast to save his life now, against a superior foe who still had both arms quite intact. And yet, even in the face of such adversity, he wanted to be heroic.

Ultima-Ryan cared little for the proud Jiaiomasu, which was apparent in his attempts to kill his other self. Picking up a sudden run towards his adversary, Ultima-Ryan tossed the scythe in his hand up and forward, so that it led the way and did not slow him down, instantly drew the two katanas he wielded and flinging them straight at the wounded samurai, grabbed the scythe before it fell and pursued his flying weapons. Whether they pierced Ryan's body or not, Ultima-Ryan followed up with five quick sideways slashes, finishing with a powerful downwards slash. It was a wonder Ryan was still standing, yet it wouldn't be that way for long.

Zolomon was putting up an annoying struggle as well, as he kicked one of the shadow forms at the others, ruining much any chance for effective defense. The youthful fighter with the blade attached to his arm lost the very same arm, the dark flames of hellfire burning his arm badly. Whatever was left of it, anyway. Even the gob of spit made its mark, landing neatly on the hooded character's cloak. Things went from bad to worse when they were consumed by a burning pillar of hellfire. All save one, the very same spit-on, hooded shadow, whose cloak had caught partially on fire and now needed a quick putting out, after which some slashing was in order, since Zolomon was still standing.

The climactic battle roared and tore, the mist swirled and the destinies of everyone here drew closer to the breaking point. Only question was... who will break?

[Archer]

As he soared through the air, his jaw throbbing and clicking awkwardly due to the punch in the chops he had just received, Kilix wondered exactly how he thought that manoeuvre of his was going to end. He obviously didn’t intend for it to end like this—this ending hurt—but did he really think he’d accomplish anything before Dramanius took the upper hand once more. But then, maybe he had incurred some damage; his blades had come extremely close to the Will of Chaos, and if his ego was big enough for him to take on a band of numerous powerful warriors alone; even if he could match his attitude with the strength to back it up; that close call could’ve been a major blow.

Either that or the Liixan had just pissed him off. He would soon find out that this was more probable.

Kilix’ boots tossed up clouds of dust into the air as he forced himself to land, both his feet and one hand dragging a few metres in the dirty ground before gradually slowing to a halt. However, his stationary position wouldn’t be held for long, as Kilix’ eyes widened with the sight of the roaring flames pushing the mist back at an incredible rate.
”Well that’s interesting…” he muttered, before flaring up a pair of shields and tucking himself into a ball, before the immense heat launched him once again across the plain.

Wreaths of smoke trailed in the little warriors wake, giving the impression of a cannonball finishing it’s flight; he landed less gracefully than his previous attempt, the small sphere he had made himself into crashing into the ground at quite a high impact, ricocheting off before rolling along the ground on second landing, Kilix bouncing out of his shape almost comically to land once again, on both feet. He looked from side to side quickly, surveying his situation; the fire had seemed to clear the fog, although it was slowly creeping back inwards to cover the area.

Realising this was his chance, Kilix did a quick mental scan, locating everyone’s power level in relation to his. If laws of fighting kept, then people were unlikely to move drastically from one place to another, so he had a safe bet on where all the fighters were. Just what the doctor ordered. A slight smirk crossed Kilix’ face with this sense of accomplishment as the mist once again closed in around him. However, it suddenly dawned on him that he’d missed one signal…

”Dramanius!” he gasped aloud, dropping to the ground as more of a reflex to the realisation than any danger; however, it was coincidently timed so that the aforementioned Chaos Spirit’s first attack sailed straight overhead. Kilix felt the air rushing past as he dropped, and even a few hairs falling from atop the tips of his feline ears. That was a close one. He remained unawares of the assault on Falkan, the mist thickening all around him making it almost impossible to see. However, one thing he couldn’t avoid was the sight of the Will of Chaos charging at him, sword drawn at the ready.

So far, this hadn’t been his approach to battle in the slightest. So when he disappeared from his strike, Kilix was already half way around before he’d fully phased out. Way too predictable… he muttered internally, as a warning light flared inside his mind; it appeared that at close ranges, his advanced micro-chip was still capable of picking up energy signals. And it flared up a doosie of one directly above him. Luckily, as mentioned before, Kilix was already half way to facing the newly reforming Dramanius as this message came in. So it was fairly easy for Kilix to raise his arm quickly, the Dulvar metal of Kilix’ armour ready to provide ample protection as the kick hit. However, this wasn’t the full extent of his strategy. If his team-mates couldn’t bring the Will of Chaos to a standstill, Kilix would.

Dramanius was using the momentum of his assault to take him towards his next destination; and Kilix had no intention of stopping him; he let his arm take the momentum of the kick, bringing Dramanius’ leg past his body, his arm resting on his shin, leaving the majority of the Will of Chaos’ leg exposed. With a quick trademark toothy grin, Kilix snapped his jaws forwards, aiming to snap a bite on the enemy’s thigh. And luckily for Kilix; his bite is worse than his bark.

((That’s all for now. I’d add attacks of his own, but I think to keep the realistic high-speed impression of the fight, I’ll leave it for now. Realistically, Kilix wont know where Dramanius is going, but if the bite hit’s he’ll start to get pretty badly weakened.))

[Garoten Reklor]

Somewhere, deep in the recesses of Falkan Reval's mind, he knew what was happening to him. He was being outmatched, along with over a half-dozen warriors of equal caliber to himself, by one man. Somewhere in those same deep recesses, Reval knew he was losing control. The way Dramanius was clearly playing with them was igniting a rage deeper than any he had felt in a long time, and the more the rage grew, the more his power grew. This would seem to be a good thing, save for two factors. First, the more his emotions took over and his power grew, the less the V'alcan warrior's sharp mind could work. Second, his body had limits, and the power was pushing them already...but it was too late to stop it now. The raw anger that controlled Falkan Reval in this battle had already consumed him, and there was nothing his conscious mind could do. The increase in energy bottled up in Reval's body would only stop under one of two conditions: the enemy would be defeated, causing his rage to subside, or his body would simply give out. At this point, his healing powers would have to kick in just to hold him together.

The good news was, he was now nearly untouchable, functioning on almost pure instinct. When Dramanius showed up to kick him in the head, Falkan brought his head up full force into the opponent's boots, hoping to throw his assault on Kilix off. The damage to his head and spinal column from the force was healed almost before it happened. Then there were those blasted chains. Before Reval could make his move on Dramanius, more of the chains erupted from the ground and caught him fast. It wasn't a problem for long however, since being near the center of Crimson's blast completely obliterated the chains only moments after they grabbed the V'alcan. He lay on his back at the edge of the newly formed crater long enough to let the burns heal, then rose to his feet and dodged Dramanius' sword all in one motion. He slapped the blade of the Will's sword as it passed by, just for good measure, and simply waited for the next attack. When Dramanius appeared again, Falkan backflipped, avoiding the slash and aiming to stomp Dramanius' fool head into dust. Of course, considering the monster's speed, it was likely a wasted effort...a fact that brought more rage and pushed Reval's consciousness further back behind another wave of primal instinct.

Something inside vanished at that moment...the part of Falkan's mind that was concerned with his allies. Up to this point, he'd been searching for a way to end the battle withoutallowing any harm to come to his comrades. Now, that was no longer a concern. The enemy who dared defy the Lone V'alcan Warrior would be destroyed, no matter the cost now.

Kill...or be killed...

Somehow his mind retained his techniques, perhaps because his training had been so intense. Whatever the case, his body moved on its own now, bringing both hands forward and aiming them at nothing for the moment. It was almost irrelevant, since this attack would automatically target the object of Falkan's utmost hatred. A spark flashed in front of his hands, and the next instant an enormous ball of energy appeared in its place - the tangible form off the anger that now consumed the warrior. Every second the energy increased exponentially, until suddenly Dramanius appeared in an assault oin Kilix. Thanks to the Will of Chaos and his inconceivable speed, he was only visible for a second, but that was that was needed. For only the third time in a thousand years, the ancient Warrior's Wrath technique was unleashed, this time on the Will of Chaos. Even should Dramanius avoid the attack the first time he appeared, it would simply retarget him the next time, until it hit or burned itself out, and considering the enormous amount of energy poured into the blast, that would be awhile. If it hit anything at all, a tremendous explosion would be the result. If someone besides Dramanius was caught in it, well, that was the price of playing with the big kids.

The attack left Reval drained to nearly his base power level, but it was a non-issue, for if his master technique should fail to kill Dramanius on the first pass - which he strongly suspected it would - the rage would only multiply itself again and raise his power even further than before. If Reval came out of this battle with both body and mind fully intact, it would be a miracle.