Saga: Unleash the Beast

[chameleon]

Cham ran around on the ground seemingly like a chicken with no head. He didnt know where to go. He heard yelling here, grunting there, blasts everywhere, and almost got hit with an array of attacks not aimed at him. Strangely, no attacks seemed to be aimed at the Elicoorian. Maybe Dramanius still saw him as nothing more but a fly on the wall, nothing to be concerned with.

The fog really started to bother Cham, he could bearly make out anything in front of him. Each time he thought he was getting close to one of his allies, he'd get lost and seem to simply not find them, until...

He saw the moment in which Falken let loose a blast that topped anything Cham had seen thus far. Lucky, Cham wasnt in the path of this blast of energy... for now, but Falken, moving so fast and battling so hard, had to be losing energy. Cham extended a hand upwards towards the warrior and let loose a strong stream of Channeled Energy. Cham's whole body seemed to glow with this effort. Falken was battling hard, and Cham could fix any physical ailment he was suffering, though ailments of the mind was another matter. Cham couldn't fix that, even if his physical body was healed in this process.

Cham didnt like how this battle was going and hated it even more that Kihaku or the other Chaos Spirits weren't present. What had happend to them anyways? Cham wouldnt believe that they could be dead, it wasn't possible. They had to be alive because Kihaku was to stubborn to die... he had to live or Cham would lose the only family he had left. Cham knew he wasn't strong enough to attack Dramanius directly. Kihaku taught him that if you cant directly harm someone, then hurt them indirectly, as Cham was doing now. If he couldn't touch the Will of Chaos, then he would try his damnest to make sure the other's were healthy enough to do it for him.

"I... will kill you Dramanius..."

((Falken, if you would prefer that Cham not heal, then lemmie know, I'll edit))

[zolomon]

(OOC: Short, I know, but I'm fairly short on time as well.)

Zolomon would not be one to let his opponent loaf about while there was a battle still at hand, and so he tackled the shadow man while he was brushing off the flames, first thrusting his elbow into his throat, aiming a powerful punch to his ribs, followed by a swing of his scythe, which summoned a curtain of hellfire to fall upon his prey. "I'm through with you, worm."

And so he was off, running forward for only a moment before suddenly stopping in his tracks, when he noticed an incredible light before him, then a bizarre wave of power that blew him off his feet backwards, followed by unbearable heat that filled the surroundings. Looking on in mixed terror and admiration, Zolomon could but compare in his mind, how this display of, quite literally, firepower completely dwarfed his most powerful hellfire. "Holy shit!" was the only thing he managed to say. It looked like there sure as hell were some impressive powers around here.

Sitting after the impact for a second, Zolomon wondered whether he should even get further involved, with so many bizarre powers around. Standing up and running off in the direction of the discernable sound of Dramanius' footsteps against the ground. 'Of fucking course I should.' What a stupid question in the first place. 'No, that's not it... not him... no... YES!' Zolomon arrived at the exact moment that Dramanius finished his assault, hoping his speed and his enemy's preoccupation with the others keeping him from noticing the vampire's rapid approach. To anyone who relied on sight, it would be like a sudden black entity emerging from the white mist, Zolomon's claws headed in a direct course to run though Dramanius' head or, at the very least, slash his face into ribbons.

Of course, that would not be the end of it, as Zolomon continued the spin he began with his slash, turning around and aiming to rip Dramanius' gut open with his scythe, after which a series of at least a dozen lightning-fast attacks came to finish the job, had the first two attacks not succeeded, finishing with yet another surge of hellfire, this time in the form of a cylinder around Zolomon, so as to try and avoid any counter-attacks the Chaos Spirit might have in store. Even this didn't last long, as, moments later, the wall of fire was dispelled and Zolomon attacked once more, aiming to run Dramanius through the gut with his scythe, after which it would set ablaze and burn him up from the inside. Zolomon was not letting this target out of his sights.

[kihaku]

Dramanius tried his best to pay attention to everything that was happening on the field, but he figured it was hardly worth the effort, so he concentrated on the enemies at hand. What he didn't know was that Zolomon had already dispatched all three of his clones and was now coming for him. Of course, he noticed the vampire coming in his general direction, but there was no way he could sense Dramanius' location with the fog interfering with the sense of energy. Frankly, Dramanius had other, more pressing issues where he stood.

Falkan was almost holding his own against him, a feat many would consider impossible, though it only seemed so. While his strange head butt to Dramanius' foot did throw off his intended movement, a slight shift of his body weight nullified any problems he might have had. The Liixan warrior proved to be more of a pest than at first expected, when his fangs traced along Dramanius' leg after his attack, luckily for him, not piercing the skin. The Chaos Spirit could not help but feel like they were coming closer and closer to harming him, which meant that a minor adjustment in battle tactics had to be made.

He appeared only to notice something coming for him with great speed and he leaned back just in time for the claw of Zolomon to swing at nothing but air, yet the blood-lusting vampire wanted to continue his assault, which Dramanius had to keep stepping back to avoid, then noticing a small opening in his stance, which he used to counter-attack, but it was what Zolomon had expected, as suddenly a searing pain shot up his arm, which he quickly jerked from the sudden burst of hellfire. As if the small burns he had sustained from the intense display of Crimson, despite avoiding the brunt of the attack, weren't enough, now his arm was burned as well. These 'toys' of his were going out of control. Zolomon would find himself consumed by chains on all sides, even he could not escape that. At the very least, he SHOULDN'T be able to escape that.

Suddenly Dramanius noticed an extreme force coming in his direction at an alarming speed. Without a question, there was only one thing to do. Instantly dozens of hexagonal plates, which obscured view, yet were see-through nevertheless, covered his body, it was Dramanius' Ultimate Shield, and it appeared not a moment too soon, the earth suddenly tearing up into shreds as yet another incredible attack was unleashed upon the Chaos Spirit. It looked like these guys were really giving it their all...

Once the considerable dust and debris settled down, they would see Dramanius without his defense up, standing with his arms crossed and a grim look of anger and determination. That is it.


Meanwhile Dimitri was having troubles of his own, when the Unholy Trinity surrounded him and attacked in unison. He was a quick, skilled opponent, yet obviously not enough this time. The youth with the wrist-mounted blade nicked his shoulder, leaving a small scratch. While he evaded the girl's attack, the hooded character with the scythe left a long mark on Dimitri's back. It was just scratch, not too deep a wound, but a BIG scratch nevertheless.


About now would be the time that others notice Dramanius' mist falling, since he had to dispell it to use his armor, even if for just a second. He would be clear in the sights of most everyone, but it mattered not, for they would all die soon, he would make certain of that. Suddenly hundreds of chains appeared once more, grasping every single person in the vicinity, including the powerless or weak ones. The chains would pick their target up, wrapping as tight as possible around them, hopefully breaking a bone or ten in the process, then smashing them against the ground repeatedly until dead. "Playtime is over."

[Ryan - Loki]

Despite Ryan’s words it seemed that his evil duplicate had no time for idle chit-chat, a fact that didn’t bode well for Ryan, and without another single moment going to waste Ultima-Ryan broke into an expected dash towards his lesser adversary, throwing his scythe through the air in front of him as he did so. Without the weight of the scythe now impending upon him Ultima-Ryan was now able to move with much more agility, but the most important factor was that now both of his hands were now free; a fact more dangerous than most, especially when considering he was a samurai.

In one swift movement Ultima-Ryan had crossed his arms over, reached down to the two copied twin Reavers that he wielded, unsheathed them both and flung them through the air towards his inferior self. With the copied Reavers now flying through the air away from him, Ultima-Ryan reached forward with his hands and clasped his fingers around the base of his scythe once again. Now almost directly in front of the injured samurai, Ultima-Ryan followed up with five insanely quick sideways on slashes, finishing with a downwards slash powerful enough to not only cleave Ryan in two but to also impale the scythe deep within the ground below.

However, the young samurai was resourceful and wasn’t willing to give in to fate just yet.

As soon as Ultima-Ryan began his charge that would ultimately seal the fate of this short, but intense battle, Ryan got to work on his plan to not only survive the oncoming onslaught but also prevail as victor; a feat not easily reached, but not completely out of his grasp either.

Although unable to physically move his left arm that by no means meant that Ryan was unable to channel his energy through it, the only problem with that was that whatever he channelled through his arms was likely to explode into the ground beside his feet. Not good. However, he had a way, and a means, around such a problem.

Lifting his right arm, his one good arm, forward in front of him Ryan’s face screwed up in a mixture of determination and pain, he opened up his right palm and allowed the Reaver that was within it to slowly float outward in front of him, the one upon the floor moving gracefully through the air to take its place up next to it. In his now open, and empty palm a faint glow suddenly appeared. Slowly but surely that small, faint blue ball of energy began to grow in size, but despite that being the dominating factor in this dimly lit place, that wasn’t the case.

At that point the two copied Reavers came in towards Ryan. With the quick tilt of his head one of the Reavers went sawing past, slicing through a few strands of his black hair in the process and the top part of his ear. The other oncoming Reaver was heading directly towards the centre of his chest, and would have pierced it accordingly if it had not been for one of his own Reavers in front of his body, which moved on its own accord and deflected the blade with a powerful side swing.

Now safe, for the moment at least, Ryan could concentrate on completing his plan before Ultima-Ryan killed him. Moving the Reaver on his left, the one that had not been involved in the deflection of the oncoming blade, Ryan moved the blade underneath his limp arm, pressing the very tip of the blade into the lower part of his arm and the very bottom of the blades handle against the top if his knee. Slowly, he lifted his arm into a horizontal position, using the Reaver as a prop to keep his arm in an upright position. The blade pierced through the skin on his arm, adding to the wounds and the blood loss, but it was the only way. As the arm slowly came up to the desired position a large ball of blue energy, its light radiating just as strong as the one within his right palm, became ever so apparent where it hadn’t been before.

“Give my regards to my brother… ” the young samurai muttered quietly, the energy radiating off of his very body in a swirling wind by this point. “In Hell!” and with his final words screamed out from deep within his throat Ryan fired off both blasts simultaneously, both blasts parallel with each other, before instantly crossing the beams and cupping his hands together. Instantaneously the beam quadrupled in both height and width, transforming from a deadly destructive attack into a colossal beam of purifying power.

Ryan had not often used the Katsumoto Driver as he would always try and dissolve the situation before it exculpated to such a level, it was something that he prided himself on, but drastic times called for drastic measures. Grant me the courage needed father… was Ryan’s prayer, perhaps his last.

[Archer]

Kilix cursed under his breath after Dramanius disappeared towards Falkan; he could tell that the bite attack did nothing to harm him, besides knock his pride that he came so close to being struck. Once again, however, Kilix found himself lost in the mist; however, he still had his mental map of the other fighter’s locations. Fading into the mist, Kilix teleported towards where he knew Falkan to be; just in time to view the launching of him immense energy attack. This form of power had changed the V’alcan, Kilix could see that within a second. However, as the energy attack faded into the mist, there was a moments silence, a flash, and then the mist started to fade away back to wherever it came from.

It couldn’t be that simple, could it? Did Falkan just bring the relentless Will of Chaos down with a single—undeniably immense, but single none the less—attack? Something wasn’t right; as Kilix could see, as the mist cleared to reveal a very pissed off looking Dramanius. A moment later, Kilix could hardly see anything besides possessed metal; within a nanosecond, even too fast for his advanced reflexes to detect, hundreds of chains were shooting from the ground all around, gripping tightly onto every limb, every segment of the body.

Nearby, a lone chain sprung up at the small robot who was currently listening to a heavy metal rock band, wrapping itself around it’s left arm and tugging straight back to the earth. KGB looked down at his detached arm.
”That could be an issue…” he muttered. A moment later, he replaced his ‘earphones’.

The Liixan was immediately launched off the ground, propelled into the air by the chains that tugged and tore at all parts of his body. His armour was doing well to hold for a while, the tough Dulvar metal taking a high amount of pressure, before finally cracking as if it was glass smashed with a baseball, fragments of the metal falling from within the kinks in the chains. If anyone was watching, they’d see the Liixan’s eyes widen with a mixture of fear and anger; just moments before the explosion.

Fragments of Dulvar armour and enchanted metal chains flew outwards in a cloud of purple smoke and fire, as the sodium lining of the Liixan battle armour reacted with the water in the air; also, whether enchanted or not, Mist was made of condensing water, and the residue in the air enhanced the size of the blast. Shrapnel darted in all directions, potentially damaging friend of foe alike, leaving nought but a wisp of purple smoke. Or at least, that was how it seemed.

As the smoke cleared, anyone who cared enough to watch would see a smoking body lying on the floor. Blood was slowly clotting in the creature’s fur, it’s body now completely armour-less besides a few pieces of metal that had become lodged in certain areas of his figure. The tattered lining of his combat trousers remained scarcely attached to his legs, though, and all around small tufts of fur lay on the ground, raw looking patches of skin residing where they used to on the Liixan’s limbs. There seemed to be no sign of movement.

After a few moments, and a coughing, spluttering emission of blood, Kilix’ eyes opened slowly. ”Son of a…” he muttered slowly, before his eyes started to drift slowly shut again. It looked bleak for the Liixan; and there was probably only one way he could pull out of this; but even so, he was now at a severe disadvantage. It was going to be tough…

((Cham, Do your thang!))

[chameleon]

Cham had kept his energy very very low this whole battle, not throwing out a single punch of blast of ki at Dramanius, knowing he wouldnt be able to. He only did a couple Channeled Force healings which didnt take a heck of a lot out of him. He thought this wouldn't be hard as long as Dramanius didnt notice him, but that was sourly ended when Chains shot up from the ground all around him.

Cham's bright green eyes widened in surprise as he looked around, trying to pull away from the chains that grasped at his body, pulling him down towards the ground. He tried looking for a way out, seeing that the others were suffering from this same predicament, one mainly, Kilix, who's armor shattered like glass. A few shards missed Cham by mere inches as he struggled.

"Kihaku... where are you..." Cham said in gasps against the restraints that were starting to cut off oxygen and were just about to start breaking bones. "I... I need... urgh..." Cham was silent for a moment before a snap of his leg breaking rang through the air. "WAAAHHHH!!!!" Cham wailed in pain.

Cham closed his eyes, his teeth gritting against one another in frustration and pain. If he wasnt so weak... He would have to make others fight in his place... if he wasn't so... so...

--snap--

This sound erupted in Cham's head, as it did only a couple times before. Only this time, the power that surged through his body was nothing like the earlier battled. Cham's eyes opened once again, no longer the bright green emerald colors, but an angry, dark, purple.

"GRAH!" Cham grunted snapping off all the chains around him with an explosion of power. Cham's eyes darted towards Kilix and knew that his first priority would be to cure, then kill. Cham's hand extended outwards, a green aura mixed with purple erupted from Kilix's body, rapidly healing away the damages of the shattered armor and broken bones.

Cham's eyes rounded back on where Dramanius stood in defense. If Dramanius never paid attention to Cham before, he would now as the Elicoorian's power shot upwards at alarming heights. Cham was no longer a creature of Channeled Energy, but also the creature that held Kihaku's Chaos Energy, something Dramanius would be able to recognize quickly.

"Dramanius!" Chameleon shouted rounding on him. Cham spread his feet apart ever so slightly, extending his hands outwards. The area around him seemed to shift and shrivle, as if he were pulling apart the fabric of time and space. In front of Cham seemed to be a glowing ball of brilliant white light. "Channeled Chaos" Cham muttered as his energy spiked to enourmous power.

Cham let loose this small ball of enourmous energy, the ball only seemingly to be no larger than a basketball. As it screamed towards Dramanius at speeds unbelievable, it seemed to leave a wake around it that kept that same ripple in the space time for a moment before dissapating. If this didnt do something, then Cham was out of luck.

[zolomon]

Everything was going just fine... Perfect, to be perfectly honest. Zolomon even landed a somewhat dangerous blow to the enemy everyone else had trouble putting a scratch on... and then everything was over.

Dark chains grabbed his wrists, legs, chest, even grasping for his head and the world was muffled in the sound of clinging chain links, in the darkness of the metal covering his eyes. Zolomon struggled, was about to release Hellfire upon the chains to free himself, but he would be too late. Suddenly everything became white. If Zolomon could sense Ki, he would have probably felt the incrediblue increase in the V'alcan's power, but this was not the case.

As Dramanius reflected the attack, which exploded instantly, Zolomon was consumed in the insanely great release of power, the chains around his body disintegrating momentarily, his body lingering in the blinding whiteness like a tainted black spot on a fresh, white shirt, and then he noticed his arms were missing, his legs were breaking up. "Dude... what the fuck?" And with that, he was no more.

[dimitri]

Despite being able see the moves and abilities beforehand, though slight the difference may be, fighting three completely different people was not like fighting multiple hims. If he fought clones of himself he would do just fine knowing the way things flowed inside him so he could easily counter, but these three were new to him in battle and thus a bit more complicated to battle. They had clearly landed their blows on him and he really couldn't do much to that extent though they were made of the same energy he could foresee with his own copies. He needed to separate himself from them if just for a minute, but he was fairly sure that they wouldn't give him a time out for a strategy break.

Considering his options for the next best path, he used some quick movements and soul shots to make just enough of a buffer around him. Then, as he had grown so accustomed to doing, he established a shield around himself that their weapons and shots now bounced off for the time being. Within the shield, he would be able to strategize and come back at them with an unrelenting force that he was known for.

It was now apparent that the whole thing would be cut short for him anyway as it seemed like hundreds of chains were crashing into the shield now, trying to take hold of him and from what he could tell from outside the shield, rip him apart. He focussed so much harder now to keep the chains at bay hoping that the whole thing would pass as Dramanius would eventually run out of energy for the maneuver or that someone would distract him long enough for the action to stop taking effect. However, he was putting so much energy into the shield that he wasn't sure if it was the wisest thing to do.

The chains were too powerful and they were literally shrinking the shield to the point that it looked pitch black inside of it. He could no longer see outside of the barrier that protected him from the chains that threatened to rip him apart. He had to do something to get out of the situation and had to do it now. He let the shield drop to where it was barely covering his body as he crouched into a near fetal position. Expanding his body, his energy, and his shield he managed to break out and explode the shield to destroy the chains around him. But apparently that wasn't on his own either.

Whoever the source of that clear white shot of energy was, he was new to the battle. But it was obviously something that was distracting Dramanius enough to get the chains to fall temporarily. He noticed his brother still amidst his struggle with the copy of himself and sent him a mental note. Fear not dear brother, your Father is proud to have such sons protecting Dragonia. His attention quickly returned to the source of their anguish as he pointed the tip of Luciendar straight at his side.

Considering all the energy spent by him just getting out of the chains and holding them at bay for so long, he just wanted to distract him enough so he would receive the full blow from the ball of energy. He fired exactly 10 soul shots at Dramanius looking just enough to get his attention and take it away from the incoming blast. He had no clue how effective this would be, but he needed to try at this point. This was his only chance to distract Dramanius and hopefully, through this defeat the unholy trinity who continued to breathe down his neck and were most likely coming in for a finishing strike of their own.

[kihaku]

Dramanius' frustration grew in proportion to the time his enemies spent clinging on to their futile lives. Well, at least one was taken care of, grinning with glee at the prospect of one of his foes being destroyed by friendly fire. There was always something immensely pleasing about allies killing each other, especially if it is without such intention. The only surprise he felt was that nobody seem to care about the loss. Perhaps they didn't notice, but, then again, something about the fanged character told him that he wasn't amongst the most beloved of comrades.

A hail of energy blasts and most hostile attacks were headed for him, to which Dramanius simply scoffed, there was no need to worry himself with these pests. He could take the brunt of all these blasts without a hint of worry. Of course, doing something like that was unnecessarily cocky, so he simply swatted the ten needle-like soul shots away with his blade, not taking any damage whatsoever, and preparing to do the same with Chameleon's attack, when he noticed something familiar about that energy just as it neared him, and he leaped out of the way a second before it would have hit him, instead unleashing an immense explosion behind him.

His chains were torn and, although quite a few of his enemies were taken care of to a varying extent, there were still foes standing. Their attacks were drawing closer and closer to harming Dramanius more and more, and this simply had to cease. Enough.

When the dust settled, nobody would see him there anymore. Instead, Dramanius would now be found on the other side of everyone, and he would not be alone. Before him stood three characters, whose clothing and silhouettes should seem vaguely familiar to most, clearly recognizable to some. To the left side was a rather small and young-looking lad with a large ring on his back. Beside him stood a cloaked, hooded man, whose facial features were hidden from the naked eye. And beside him stood a young, attractive woman, to whose throat Dramanius held his blade. Reiaz, Kihaku and Elena stood motionless, as if zombified, a battered, bloody and angry Dramanius standing boldly behind their forms.

Things had taken a turn for the worse, the Will of Chaos' power was slowly beginning to fade, his body was getting ravaged by these... pathetic weaklings. He noticed his proud, powerful creation, Ultima-Ryan disappear with a yelp in the bright light of the real Ryan's Katsumoto Driver, the powerful blast disintegrating his doppelganger completely. He had not expected a need to resort to such tactics, yet the victor is he who is left standing, not he who fought fair. That was the truth.

"You will lay down your weapons. All of you. If you want your friends to live, stop any and all thoughts of attack RIGHT NOW!" His anger was obvious and he was most certainly short on patience. This whole affair had dragged on quite long enough.

[chameleon]

"Kihaku..." Cham muttered as he saw his master standing in front of Dramanius as if he were a simple doll standing there lifeless. Cham blinked and his eyes returned back to their emerald green color, his dangerous level of power faded back to being almost harmless like he was at the beginning of the battle. Cham put his hands down at his sides, taking his sword from it's sheath and laid it down on the ground.

"Let Master Kihaku go Dramanius," Cham said. "If you hurt him..." Cham said stopping himself. Giving threats was not going to help the situation at all, it would only make things worse.

[Garoten Reklor]

The mightiest attack of the V'alcan race tore through the mist, obliterating the ground beneath it, increasing in power even as it flew...it was perhaps the most poweful of its kind in the history of its people...and still, Dramanius escaped harm. Cham rushed over as Reval wavered on his feet, energy spent. The boy's healing technique restored Falkan's lost energy even faster than his own anger did, but only a moment later another set of chains exploded from beneath them. The attempt to evade the things was perhaps the fastest movement Reval had ever made, completely imperceptible to the eye, but still it was in vain. The chains, unspeakably fast in their own right, caught him just below the knee and proceeded to lash about, battering the V'alcan Warrior severely. His body healed almost as quickly as the injuries were caused, but with each blow, the rage increased, and more of Falkan's mind seemed to slip away.

He casually took note of the fact that his attack had caught one of the allies, Zolomon, and seemingly annihilated him. There was a time when such a mistake would never have taken place...now the V'alcan had almost no concern for the tragedy. Finally, after dozens of slams against the ground, Reval lost his grip on Rhiannon and and his mind. The sword clattered to the ground, but remained only a moment before rising and freeing its master from the chains...but he didn't pick it up. A fierce wind surrounded Reval, and his aura was now as black as midnight. The power emenating from the V'alcan Warrior was beyond belief...but it wasn't the advantage that one might believe. The sharp mind, years of experience, and noble heart that made Falkan Reval the formidable warrior he was were all out of play, perhaps lost entirely. Raw hatred was in control now, nothing else.

Dramanius pulled the ultimate coward's tactic out of the bag now - bringing the three Chaos spirits out of thin air and threatening the group with their harm...something tried to create the impression that it was a bad thing, but another wave of fury squelched the begginings of the thought in Reval's mind before it could even form. He stepped forward, the heel of his boot grinding down on the blade of Rhiannon, and scoffed loudly. The voice that sounded from him was low and guttural, more animal than human...

"Friends...who said anyting about friends, you pathetic oaf? The V'alcan is here for one reason...to kill yoooouuuu..."

With the last word, Falkan's eyes glowed more brilliantly, and his voice faded into a snarl. He made no attack, but slid his left foot backward and crouched like a cat waiting for the moment to pounce. A saddistic grin twisted his face.

"Their deaths will only hasten your owwwwnnn..."

[Ryan - Loki]

The Katsumoto Driver was swift and decisive as it collided with his superior clones unprepared body, at extremely close range. The dark blue energy swirled through the air in a colossal beam as it tore around Ultima-Ryan’s body, forcing him backwards through the air like a battering-ram against the inferior wooden door of a once strong and proud fortress, as of he was completely weightless.

With a elongated yelp of a mixture of surprise and anguish, Ultima-Ryan’s life source quickly dwindled as the intense power of the Katsumoto Driver proved too powerful for even a far superior opponent, but no doubt this was tied in with the ongoing battle with Dramanius; Ryan would now have the chance to find out.

It was clearer than ever that if the Katsumoto Driver had not been successful in destroying Ultima-Ryan then a crimson spray would have filled the air and the young prince of a forgotten race would have fallen, but this had not been the case and without a moments hesitation Ryan powered down his Katsumoto Driver and released his concentration over his blades. The Reaver that had been floating aimlessly off to Ryan’s side instantly fell upon the ground to his right, the soul within the blade no longer willing to control itself, however the Reaver that was propping Ryan’s left arm up remained in it’s current position; the true pain of his wounds finally grasping their chance to catch up with the young samurai.

Instantly Ryan collapsed down upon his knees, his body slumped somewhat forward and his eyes closed tightly in an attempt to gain some control over his feelings, preferably the pain. This was no use. Slowly he reached over towards his limp, left arm with his right arm. He grasped the handle of his blade, the very same blade that was still pressed between the lower side of his left bicep and just above his knee on his left leg, and with a quick tug he yanked free the blades tip from within the flesh of his arm; his arm instantly falling limp against the side of his body, and upon the floor.

Despite his strict samurai teachings he could not suppress such agony any longer, without much warning Ryan let out a piercing yell, a yell fuelled by his pain. Despite the physical pain that his body was in, and the fact that eventually Ryan would have to come to face the seriousness of his injuries, the planet was still in extreme danger. Ryan’s personal battle with himself may have just finished with him as the victor, but now the battle for the planet was laid before him, and the outcome was still unsure.

With the Reaver that had been propping up his left arm still within his right palm, Ryan sheathed it by his left side before reaching for the other Reaver, stabbing it within the ground, and using it to force himself onto his feet once more. It was only now, with himself back upon his feet and his eyes and mind finally able to glance over the rest of the battlefield, that the seriousness, and the toll, of the battle final sank in.
Several of Dragonia’s warriors were quite badly injured, and as far as Ryan could tell Zolomon’s life source had been completely diminished. It was a sad thing to lose a brother in arms, even if his very core was as black and evil as Loki’s. Ryan’s eyes then finally fell upon Dramanius, and the three that he was now standing behind.

Master Reiaz, Miss Elena, Kihaku…damn that vagabond… it appeared that they were being held as bargaining chips. Ryan knew evil, he had helped create possibly the most evil being in the entire universe, so he knew all too well that even if they all bowed to Dramanius’ demands he would still kill the three Chaos Spirits, but not before obliterating the remaining warriors. This was a fate that Ryan would not condone, an action that Ryan would not allow.

Slowly Ryan staggered towards Dramanius, his left arm hanging limp and lifelessly by his side while the fingers upon his right hand were wrapped tightly around the hilt of one his two blades, the blades tip swaying mere inches from the floor. With each step Ryan edged closer and closer through the crowed of warriors who had all stopped in their attacks to look on at their mutual foe. A few of the warriors had already spoken, showing their reply to the bargaining that Dramanius was attempting to achieve.

Finally Ryan had staggered his way a few feet in front of the rest of the group, but still a fair bit away from the three hostages and Dramanius. “Desist scoundrel…I know evil, and I know you have no intensions of allowing any of us to leave here with breath still in our lungs…” his words were bold and true, everyone would know this, but his voice wasn’t as defiant and strong as it had been. “You are pathetic…a coward…I could defeat you with one arm…heh.” Ryan continued, glancing down to his lifeless arm with a small grin appearing in the corner of his mouth.

With the appearance of some slight struggle, Ryan slowly lifted out his right arm and pointed the very tip of his blade off in Dramanius’ direction. “I destroyed your pitiful creation…so why don’t you come out of hiding and finish this with whatever honour you have left? Just yourself an I…or perhaps an almighty Chaos Spirit like yourself is no match for the last of the samurai?” It was unwise for anyone to call out Dramanius in such a way, especially Ryan with his injuries, but perhaps his sacrifice would by the time needed to end this battle once and for all, and Ryan strongly believed the key to doing just that lay with the three Chaos Spirits; Reiaz, Elena and Kihaku.

[kihaku]

Somewhere, deep within the depths of his own soul, Kihaku sat on his haunches, hands clasped before him with his fingers intertwined, his hood drawn back to expose his face, lit by an unseen light source. His weapons were faithfully in place, as were his two companions. Elena sat just across and to his right with her legs crossed, and young Reiaz sat on his knees, feet beneath his bum, hands folded neatly in his lap with the Promise resting against his back.

From outside the darkness that pervaded their prison, shouts, explosions, threats, curses, pleas for help, all mixed together to a discordant poison that was slowly working at both the Spirits' patience and sanity.

"Well me boy-o's, we certainly screwed this one, ne?" Neither of the males said anything, though Reiaz nodded sadly.

"Why did our proud work fall so far from grace?" No one said anything for quite a long time, until a familiar voice broke through the darkness, ringing clearer than any of the other sounds heard yet, a sound that rang of the one thing desperately lacking to the trio.

Hope.

"GRAH! Dramanius! Channeled Chaos!!

The voice, the tone, the very essence of the words was not lost on the three, their heads snapping up to dart furtive looks at one another, Kihaku the only one to stare straight ahead.

"Kihaku... you opened a gate in Cham's soul!"

"He may be the only hope we have of defeating Dramanius!"

Still, the Reaper look-alike made no movement for many minutes. In this realm, time held no meaning, so by the time he finally managed any kind of motion was just after the attack was launched, though to the young woman and boy it seemed an eternity.

"We four are the cause of Dragonia's downfall. We three now must make sure we solve the problems we have caused."

"There is no denying it. Dramanius must die." The words, though spoken by such a young face, held such grave authority that it seemed so perverse that wisdom should come from one so small.

"And he will!" Elena jumped to her feet, a smile beginning to crest her features. "We'll make sure of it!"

Kihaku stood motionless for all of ten seconds before nodding sagely. "Then let it forever be known... we are no longer the four parts comprising the Beast of Chaos. When the Will of the Beast is dead, we shall take on new roles in this world, and answer to no power but ourselves." His blood-red eyes pierced into the very souls of his two companions. "God, Lucifer, and all their angels have no power over us. The laws of mortals ring hollow in our eternal ears."

The young woman and youthful boy nodded sagely in agreeance.

"Then it shall be from this point on... we are Reiaz, the Final Judgement, Elena, the Guardian of Consequence, Kihaku, the Wandering Persecutor..."

Beneath their feet, a huge ring began to glow a bright purple, pulsating with power, the detonations and sounds of debris growing louder as the bars between this pan-dimensional prison and the realm of mortals began to weaken.

"And Chameleon, the Bridge Between Worlds."

At that very instant, the six-pointed star, the symbol of the OtherRealm, and the coat of arms for anyone wielding Chaos Energy, shot about the circle with a sizzle, just as Kihaku had hoped it would.

Just as Ryan's words left his throat, Chameleon would suddenly feel a comfortable warmth emanating from the tattoo marring the skin upon his arm, the normal black markings now gently glowing a swirling pool of green and purple. A second later, everyone would receive a shock as they suddenly became aware of everyone's presence, the apparent damper effect of the fog gone, just as the circumference of the dome of mist was illuminated by a blast of indigo light.

There came a deep, foreboding rumbling as the sign of the OtherRealm appeared beneath the warrior's feet, and every chain desintegrated, and every last shred of mist disappeared. Dramanius's eyes registered only shock as his defenses crumbled, his power over his surroundings all done away with, and his lifeless shield-puppets slowly raised their heads. In unison, they cried:

[glow=purple,2,300]"Mortals of Dragonia! By decree of the Chaos Spirits, we banish Dramanius, the Will of Chaos from our ranks. Within this ring he is stripped of his powers as ordered by the Wandering Persecutor, his longevity revoked as ordered by the Guardian of Consequence, and his immediate death as ordered by the Final Judgement."[/glow]

Though their eyes were unseeing, they turned slowly to face the shivering monster, his eyes wide with uncomprehension of the reality of his defeat. "NO! You cannot cast me out! It requires all parts of the Beast of Chaos!"

Kihaku's hand shot outwards, grabbing Dramanius by the throat, cutting off his rantings. "Michael aligned himself with the forces of good long ago. His vote was cast before you even stepped foot in Hell." The Will's eyes widened even further, his black pupils too widening with fear. In Cham's hand, the Nirvana appeared without warning, humming a sweet tune to the boy that now was the time to strike.

[glow=purple,2,300]"By the powers of Chaos begot, by the powers of mortals, undone."[/glow]

Dramanius was suddenly thrown by his neck into the air, coughing and spluttering as his ascent crested, body limp without his power.

((Gentlement... let the Auto-hits begin. Have fun ^_^))

[Jimmy Claymore]

((OOC: Gah! I'm really sorry for not posting for ages, I tried to make it up with a jumbo sized post))

The Demon released the figure clad in black he was holding and watched them fall uneventfully to the dust. Rizuk had been knocked unconscious by the explosion and the Demon had escaped again to get the dragon clear because, at the back of his mind, he could hear Claymore screaming and whinging. The Demon looked back towards the battle and made towards it when he felt the familiar twinge in his chest, he gasped and grabbed at it with his eyes wide in pain
"NO! I haven't even gotten to kill anything... At least Dramanius let me kill..." The Demon shrieked to the skies and bellowed "You'll get us killed!!" before an enormous explosion of white light fled away from his body, the light seeping into the dead matter of the area around Nasrad, the blond hair darkened and the blank discs snapped opene like eyelids and Jimmy's red eyes were visible again. The demon's scream became his and he wobbled on his feet for a moment, his clothes had come back, for some reason, but he felt inexpliacably exhausted, something was changing between him and the Demon, they were getting more and more intwined and as they both fought it the more random his transformations were, he couldn't even defend himself without involuntarily changing. Jimmy looked out towards the fight and gulped, maybe he shouldn't have fought back... now he was just gonna be in the way and probably get himself and everyone else hurt. He chewed his knuckle in terror as he imagined Dramanius' power, he started to turn when he felt a hand on his ankle. He panicked and tried to ready an attack when he saw it was Rizuk, and his flame coloured eyes were glaring with a distinctly unamused look
"Where, are you going?"
"I... I can't do anything, I'll just be in the way"
"Bullshit!" Rizuk coughed as he tried to get up,"If that Demon can fight for Dragonia, you can too. Even if it's only a little, you have to contribute something!"
"I can't fight!" Jimmy shouted, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I... I'm just a useless-"
"SHUT UP!" Rizuk shouted as he started to get up, Kilix's healers started to help his own ability to regenerate and the enormous gash on his back was sealing. "That Demon... the one who's part of you, or you're part of him, he told me to fight. I listened, I will be damned if YOUR not fighting too!" Rizuk tried to threaten Jimmy but fell into a fit of coughing again, he looked up his flaming eyes blazing and spluttered
"Go and prove your not worthless" Rizuk closed his eyes and lay on his back. Nasrad... it was sort of like his home in the Zolan Lands. He sighed and fell asleep, the steady rise and fall of his chest, as well as the horrific snoring, showing he wasn't dead. Jimmy shook on the spot and turned back to the battle, he wiped the tears from his eyes and shivered as he looked at it. He swallowed hard and started walking, every muscle in his body trying to make him run, he walked back to the battle.

Jimmy had gotten lost in the midst of battle, terrified, he looked for Elena or anyone who knew what was going on. Nobody seemed to be close enough, how long had Rizuk and him been gone, he drew his sword and held it with both hands, how he was taught to wield it but with his hunched shoulders and straight legs, it was obvious he wasn't a virtuoso. Inadvertently he stumbled on Kihaku and the others banishing Dramanius, he watched in amazement, his hands still wrapped tightly enough around his sword for his knuckles to turn white but also astounded at what he was seeing. It was inspiring, he could even hear the whispering voice of the Demon going quiet in reverance as the four wills of Chaos were decided again, Cham, the guy from the Tournement was gaining its power. He swallowed hard, he hoped he could deal with the power better than he dealt with his... he prayed with all his heart that having control over Chaos didn't give you a voice in the back of your head demanding you kill things, and telling you how worthless you were. He saw Dramnius hurled into the air and felt his stomach do somersaults, what could he do in a situation like this? His hands shook on the blade and he felt the Demon whispering to let him out, if he was let out he could win it for them, everyone would be saved... his mind flashed back to Rizuk's words, to everyone who'd been brave enough to fight... and for some reason to his mother and father, each killed by a greater power, he was told, and he couldn't save them... his resolve suddenly tightened, he could help now!

He steadied himself and his mind wrapped an invisible hand around the sword and he steadied it behind him, slightly over his head. It looked like a scorpion with no tail but retaining the stinger, as Dramanius crested his peak Jimmy used his mind's power, all his Telekinesis to try and hold Dramanius steady as he launched his sword like a spear, aimed at Dramanius' heart, it looked like it may miss as the blue blade swerved away, before suddenly and dynamically turning back again and shooting at Dramanius to skewer him. Jimmy's nose began to bleed, his Demonic blood that allowed him to perform these moves leaked out of his nose in a slow stream. He shouted in pain and hoped that everyone else would take this chance to deal some damage, he may have done something with the Sealed Sword (it did do more damage to magical beings) but he by no means finished him off.

[chameleon]

Cham felt the warm feeling coming from his arm, trying to figure out what it could be, he looked and saw the Gate of Chaos marking on his upper arm begin to change color, as if green and purple liquid was flowing into it. Many words were flowing through Cham's head, past memories, thoughts of the tournament, Shizuka, but it was all jumbled in a hazy mist, though one sentence rang out like a snap in his mind. 'Chameleon, the Bridge Between Worlds"

A blast of indego light erupted around the battlefield as the words of the 3 Chaos spirits sentenced Dramanius to his death. It was then, that Cham felt the burst of energy and power flow through him as one of his eyes turned the Chaotic Purple and the other stayed the Channeled Bright Emerald Green. This is something he hadn't felt before. All the other times of these kinds of bursts of power, it seemed foreign, like someone using a machine. As powerful as it was, it didnt feel like his own power. This however, now it felt just like him, every fiber of his body belonged him now. His eyes rose with Dramanius' body seeing someone's sword pierce through.

Cham, now with the Nirvana in his hands, launched towards Dramanius arching a powerful slash with the Nirvana, making sure that it wouldn't kill him, for there were others who would love to get a crack at him as well.

Cham landed on the other side, near the Chaos Spirits. He wasn't sure what this Gate of Chaos on his arm meant now, or what it meant that he was the Bridge Between Worlds, but he was going to try his hardest to make Kihaku proud. Cham looked at Kihaku and gave his same old warm hearted smile. This had been a long and hard road, and from here, at the end of the day, Kihaku and Cham would have to take separate paths. Cham didn't know how he'd do it.