Field: Delta: Hidden Destroyer's Twin Hills

Description: "A God-forsaken patch of dirt surrounded by the rivering flow of all the elemental waves mixed together. If you're pushed off the island you die instantly in the current, no hanging over the edge."

Rules:

• Any number of weapons weapons available at the start of the duel, one set of armor, no items. (List equipment during your sign up)
• The default setting is two on two, if you bring more members so will we.
• Battle will be tournament style. The first two step up and fight, which ever clan loses a member summons up a new member.

Participants please repost your list of equipment in your first post, along with any elemental boosts, spells, or special skills that they come with.

A darkly night covers over the chosen field of battle with only a bright spiral of destruction rivaling the night's dark linger. A rolling river composed of each wave in their raw forms forms a deadly rapid around a spec of dirt in the center of Delta: Hidden Destroyer's Twin Hills. A clump of earth measuring to a rough diameter of seven yards dots the plains in the center of the swirling waves. Truly Ko_Inuyasha has chosen a fine place for combating players aligned with Wyrneck's ani. The crimson robed Heavy blade arrives first to inspect CC Corp.'s work on his choice field. His billowing clothing flaps about wildly when he approaches the river of death. The collision of opposite forces creates an updraft of wind that rapidly changes from an unbreathable heat to a lung freezing cold in flashes of seconds. Even he, one particular to the flame and heat in both worlds, finds the weather difficult to adapt to.

Before the others arrive, particularly the enemy, he takes the time to go over his equipment. It might specialize his stats a little but he chose the majority of fire equipment available to his level and class. A Fire Dance Hat, Fire Drake Mail, and Fire Bracer. The only item shifting from the trend is his Aqua Guard leg armor and though he could get a piece of Vak improving leg armor, he keeps the Rue legs due to the Rip Teyn status healer. It's like an antidote on call and gives him an advantage when he's in a fight like this where items are prohibited. Another key point in Ko's arsenal is the fine rare item Fire Magic. It's a minimal enhancement to his Vak stat, something that leaves a wanting for a Fire Lore, but nothing to be shunned upon when you get a face full of powered up Vak Kruz.

Takua will be arriving shortly and likely soon accompanied by the enemies Nexus, now under the identity of Faust, and his partner Judas. Two names that are fine fits to ones that proclaim themselves as “evil”. Faust being a man that tried to cheat the Devil and paid the price for it and Judas being the Biblical disciple that betrayed Jesus Christ. A battle ready Heavy blade like Ko can only hope that they're capable of living up to their historical names.

The supposed battleground was perfect for the opponents that they were to be fighting. A lone person surveyed the battleground, one single island in the middle of a river of elements. Each of the six waves clashed there, their power flashing in his eyes as he felt the destruction that they could bring. Rue and Vak collided, sending updrafts of alternate freezing cold and the burning hot air upwards. To fall into that river was a trip straight to death, your character unable to withstand the fury and power of the elements for more than a single hit. This would be a battle with no second chances, any misstep could lead one directly to death here, their body annihilated by the storm that ran around the battlefield. The lone Wavemaster’s robes flap, solid black with the wavesigns for Rai and Vak coating his robe and his arms. The lightning bolt explosion upon his legs flutters, the debris trying to escape the cloth and dash themselves into oblivion.

The wavesigns on him lie somewhat. His true allegiances do not stand with Vak and Rai, but rather with Rue and Rai. Lightning and ice, freezing cold and yet wildly changing. The Stormlore that he has gives a fair boost to his lightning stat, the Rai within him that much stronger from the item that enables him to take less and give more damage from the Rai element. His staff of choice stands beside him, the Starstorm Wand planted in the ground beneath him, the shaft digging into the ground for support against the raging wind and elements. Long dark hair whips about his face, the red streaks in it flickering in the changing light as he turns from the edge and begins to walk. Such an inhospitable climate to be in…perfect for a battle with a former member of the Army of Darkness.

A fallen angel, if you would.

His gear was simple, maximized for effectiveness if he had to heal Ko as well. The Steel Cap had a Repth for healing himself. The amount of people on the field, Ko and himself, with only two people it wasn’t any more cost effective to use a La Repth than a Repth. As such, he had gone with the slightly lower level armor piece, but the rest of his gear was so that he could maximize his stats. The Silver Bracers contained Rai Rom, not that he needed the lower level spell. It was nice to have in case one didn’t have the SP for a GiRai Rom, but he didn’t think that he would need it. Everything else were the highest level armor that he could find, meant for maxing his defense and his stats. The last item that he had was the Wand of Storms, his real weapon for this fight. The GiRai Rom that he had on that would be able to hit the most area without the massive amount of SP required for either Yarthkins or Vulcan Ch.

He walked onwards, finding Ko_Inuyasha still alone in the arena. He stood in silence, waiting for the fallen of the Army to arrive and challenge them.

(SP 107/107)

Darth Faust waited patiently for his apprentice Darth Judas as they were both readying to fight the former clan he was in before he changed his name because of his new status in the Sith. More specifically they were Nexus’s allies, but the being who took the name of Nexus was dead and had been gone for some time. He was to be fighting Ko and a newer member to the self proclaimed Army of Darkness known as Takua. Darth Faust had been previously informed of the type of field he and his apprentice would be fighting on and knew it wasn’t going to be an easy feat to overcome his foes. Darth Faust quickly sent a message to Darth Judas via private message to inform him that he was going on ahead.

Darth Faust entered the key words into the Chaos Gate and soon found himself in the midst of chaos itself. He looked about the field to the flowing elements that raged like rivers teeming with power that few had much less ever got to see. He stood there for a moment mesmerized by its power. However, he wasn’t blinded by it that it made him unaware of the presence of his foes because he kept his right hand close to the hilts of his three blades. He had chosen to bring all three of his swords because he knew he needed an edge in battle when he would be facing foes of higher levels. He continued to watch the bounding rivers of pure mana, but keeping note that anything that fell into the streams was destroyed instantly by the chaotic flows.

Darth Faust thought to him self as he watched the flowing mana, now if only there was a way to harness this power; I and my apprentice would be the most powerful sentient beings in this world. But then again that could just be me being blinded by this power because it is also quite possible that it would simply turn us into our base elements. Which is probably why my foes chose such a field, but the same could be done to them. We will have to use the true powers of the Sith if we are to overcome these hypocrites that speak of light when they claim to be of darkness. That is why Nexus originally left the group because they reeked of hypocrisy and what he knew he wanted could not be attained while staying with them. Thus Nexus died once he found what he had been looking for which was a true Dark Lord and when he did… Nexus was no more. Now, only I, Darth Faust remain. With my powers and my new apprentice I will smite the old friends of Nexus as I purge him entirely from existence.

Faust let his senses wane from the powers surrounding him as he let them focus on the arena and the battle soon to be at hand. He watched Nexus’s former allies without turning around as he made more mental notes about the arena. He wasn’t going to leave anything to chance as he did not wish to lose. He then sat down upon the ground with his back still turned to his foes as he began to meditate. Darth Faust still focused some of his attention on his foes as he let the rest of himself slip into a trance like state. His right and left hand still rested near the hilts of his blades even as his mind drifted through the void. He now sat waiting for Darth Judas, his apprentice.

SP 75/75

Had forgotten to add this:

Harold’s eyes opened with a slow, heavy series of blinking as he attempted to wipe away the sleep in his eyes. He sat up with a lethargic bit of shifting, moving his legs off the side of the bed. The sun was nowhere to be seen outside his window, and the moonlight casting shadows across his room told him that it still held domination over the sky. Yawning widely, he stood up and walked across his carpet into the chair in front of his computer. Harold hated living in a different time zone.

His screen saver danced rapidly across the dark room, continuously spinning a leek in her hand. He shook the mouse, and thus the spinning leek, away, bringing his desktop to life. The brightly lit screen awoke the room, and Harold felt his eyes give an irritating sting at the sudden burst of light. He scratched his head through his mussed up bed-head, and threw his HMD over his eyes. His fingers rapidly typed in his login, and jammed his thumb on the X button of his controller. As The World loaded before him, Harold’s eyes glazed over, slipping further from reality into Judas.

Fully converted, body and mind, the large fiery heavy blade appeared on the streets of Mac Anu before the swirling chaos gate. Upon his arrival, Harold’s screen was suddenly covered by a notice. He opened the sudden bit of flash mail and it read upon the screen.

Obviously, Faust didn’t understand that even apprentices to power need sleep. The letter left the screen, and Judas turned to face the chaos gate. The gentle, limpid, blue ring spun before him awaiting his instructions. He took his sword from his back and, taking a deep breath, spoke the keywords,

“Hidden, Destroyer’s Twin Hills.” At Judas’ word, the golden rings spurred him away, and a loading screen took its place. The rings dropped him into the middle of the field, and he was quick to observe his surroundings. His first impression was that of an old battleground, long since abandoned. A flat, lifeless circle under a dead sky, with dying shrubbery growing out of the dry cracks formed in the ground. A river outlined the field, the only animate piece of nature around them. Judas took a closer look at the rushing water, and was stunned to see the raging forces within it.

The battling current was made of all the elements of The World: Darkness and Light, Fire and Water, Wind and Earth; all violently intertwined in a deadly, rushing wave around them. Taking time to avert his eyes from the glowing waters, Judas observed his opponents. There was no doubt in his mind that they were not of an ordinary strength. If they were as Faust had said, former comrades of his Master, they would surely be just as forceful. Judas was aware that he was still a weakling in this game, but he also knew that Faust had chosen him. His own power of will, combined with Faust’s strength would be all they would need to overcome as simple an obstacle as level. Of this, Judas assured himself.

Takua turned around and watched as their opponents finally entered the field, drawing closer with every step. At last, the two that they were supposed to defeat were here. The Wavemaster knew his place in this battle. He would go first, to defeat whatever person the fallen would try to use to stop him. After all, that was how it went right? The lackeys went first, to try and destroy each other before they moved on to the masters, the actual commanders of the operation who would annihilate each other. The only problem with that theory was that one of the lackeys in this case was actually a higher level than the other commander. Not that that meant anything really. The boy knew that he had no player versus player experience and that this Darth Faust, formerly Nexus, probably did. So he was at a considerable disadvantage when it came to the enemy commander. He didn't, however, think that he had the same problem with the lackey. A level one with near no experience, the Wavemaster didn't really thing that he would have a problem eliminating him.

Really, he could probably kill him in a single full strike from the GiRai Rom. The Stormlore enhanced blow could probably annihilate the level one Twin Blade in seconds. Of course, he could probably also kill the boy in a single hit from a Rai Rom. Yes, today would be a good day for Lanceor. It was just a pity that he couldn't take Judas out with the Thunder Lord himself. Of course, if he really wanted to the option to use a Vulcan Ch and impress everyone with the power of the second level summon. It was possible for him to do that of course, his SP was high enough that he could indeed cast a few spells and then his highest attack spell. However, that was for the future. He still didn't know who he was facing, and that would be the deciding factor in what strategy he was going to have to use. After all, he could hardly attack and be attacked in the same way by either of the two players.

"Come...one of you. Let us begin this duel.

(107/107)

Without hesitation, Judas stepped forward to meet the wavemaster before him. His own experience in games like these told him that even with a greater difference in level, the spellcaster would have the lowest defense. He hoped that would be enough to make up for the massive difference in their levels. But Judas had faith in his skills; he had played enough RPG's to know the drill by now. It was all a matter of timing with magic-users: dodge the spells, get in close, and don't let them get away. Of course, he would be sure not to underestimate this one, he was a high leveled player and his demeanor spoke novels about his skill. Still, he held a quiet sense of assurance about him; Judas would be sure to use his opponents confidence against him if he could.

Judas placed his second hand on his weapons hilt, and held the massive sword behind him, in a standard heavyblade pose. His user went over his strategy thrice more in his head.

Time, dodge, counter attack...
Time, dodge, counter attack...
Time, dodge, counter attack...

He cursed himself for his classes lack of speed and dug his heels into the ground as silence fell over his featureless face. A small fog of steam poured from his steel muscles as he flexed biceps and prepared his legs for the charge. Harold swallowed hard as his eyes trembled with nervous excitement, transfixed upon the enemy in front of him. Judas took two slow steps forward, kicking puffs of dust from the layers of cracked dirt around them. Tightening his grip upon his Zero Sword, he exhaled hard and pushed towards his opponent as fast as his body would allow. As he flew across the gap, he watched the wavemaster's hands. He had to do this right, or else he would never achieve the greatness his master had seen him so capable of.

Judas was determined to win no matter what. He would have his glory.

Harold had to win it even more, for Her.

(14/14)

Takua smiled, a true, genuine smile as the Heavy Blade stepped forwards. This...would be a thing of beauty hopefully, a true testament to the power of the Army of Darkness. However, the air of the boy was that of someone who thought that he knew what he was doing. The difference in skill though, that would hopefully be enough. He promptly drew his weapon out of his inventory, the staff materializing as it slid out of the back of his robe. The Wand of Storms crashed into the ground, sparks flying from the base as it touched down. He glanced towards his victim, his smile retreating slightly, becoming colder and more intent. It was time. Time for the Brotherhood to face defeat on the battlefield.

It wouldn't start out with much...a provoking attack, not one meant to damage, but to force the opponent into action. He tried to watch for sudden moves that would betray the opponent's actions, where he was going to go. The stance was more defensive, preparing to dodge an attack rather than attack first. The Wavemaster's grin widened momentarily. This was exactly what he wanted really. Someone who would attempt to dodge and then come closer. A Heavy Blade in the middle of attacking was wide open...and if he timed it right, there would be no escape. He twirled the staff, flipping it around and around his right side before he slammed it into the ground. The amber rune that sprayed out beneath him and out under the Heavy Blade glowed momentarily before it vanished...and the Rai Rom sprang into existence. The Stormlore fueled spell crackled as it leapt into being...energy raging as it sought its prey.

Now...let us see who can truly win this fight.

(SP: 97/107)

(OOC: Edited in the SP count)

Judas did not delay as his opponent pulled his weapon from his back. Still, Harold took a quick detailed look at the ornate, electrified staff. This was it, his attack was coming. The Wave Master’s wand cracked and hummed as his magic began to flow through it, building the charge that would soon be upon him. Still, the Heavy Blade did not slow in his attack. Hesitation would mean certain death. A Rai Rom, for sure; his master had shown this spell to him, and he had worked on its timing. The whole thing seemed to move in slow motion: the lightning shot from the tip of the staff with blinding speed with a sound like a bullet, Harold narrowed his eyes as he watched the attacking storm in comparison with each of his own steps.

It roared and burned the air around it, jumping from conductor to conductor, intent on ripping his body to pieces. Judas hesitated, and Harold cursed himself out loud. His window of opportunity had closed, and he would have to take the attack. The Heavy Blade stopped his rush quite suddenly, sending him sliding across the dirt. He threw his blade in front of him in an attempt to weaken the blow as he pushed himself to leap out of the way. The charging storm did not, however, compensate for the sudden change in strategy, and only clipped Judas’ sword, moving past it without pause and colliding with his shoulder. The sheer power of the impact on the mid-air apprentice forced his body into a spin as it jumped across the field.

He landed on his back about the same place where we had began his charge, his body now coated with a fine layer of dust spit up from the ground. His left shoulder was badly burned, but overall the spell hadn’t done much damage to his life. Judas pounded his fist against the dirt, and prepared to raise himself off the ground.

((OOC: My bad on the SP thing...don't know where I got 14 from...sorry ^-^;;))

(10/10)

Oh really now...this is interesting.

The poor man in front of him tried as hard as he could to avoid it, that much was obvious. The electricity was attracted to the metal blade, weakening the power of the Rai Rom that had blazed about him. To be sure, he should have expected that a level one participating in a duel against a level thirteen would have to use a variety of tricks to get past his power. To be sure, he thought that the Heavy Blade would have gotten to him and hit him, but such was not to be. He sighed, preparing a small change in strategy. He would put his old one on the back burner for a bit...do some real damage to the player in front of him. If he could strike him full on with the GiRai Rom, as he hoped he could, even throwing a piece of metal wouldn't help him. In fact, it would cause him damage, as the surrounding electricity would be drawn closer, become more intense...in short, it would actually harm him a bit more.

If this game followed physics.

If not, the attack would severely sear the hands as the power of Rai would jump from the blade to the hand, and then into the body. No longer using a piece of armor to take him on, he reached into the weapon itself for this attack. His body began the slight dance, pulling into Lanceor's power for a simple spell. The connectivity between himself and the Thunder Lord was amplified by the Stormlore, more power being brought to bear by the spell. The poor Heavy Blade was getting off the ground when the twin tornadoes crackled into being. No longer some puny level one spell, this was almost into the upper tier of spells. The level two Rai spell crashed down, an almost silent hiss erupted as electricity began to play around the target. Skipping sparks played the dance, and the power of Rai began to flow even faster.

(OOC: Gotta remember SP count.

79/107)

Judas picked himself up as fast as his heavily armored body would allow with the support of his Zero Sword, which now bore singe marks along the dull edge of the blade. The odds already stacked against him now seemed insurmountable. His strategy failing him, Harold thought about resorting to his secondary plan, but quickly pushed it out of his mind. His master wouldn’t approve of such a hopeless plan of attack without first exhausting all other options. Either way, he didn’t have a whole lot of time to think as his opponent had already begun his second attack. The air around the Wave Master shimmered and cracked as he danced whole bolts of electricity out of his wand. The mere complexity of the movements meant it would be a much higher level than the previous one.

The intention behind the stratagem was obvious and simple: he meant to destroy the Heavy Blade with a single strike. Harold knew that even if he could by some miracle survive an attack like that, the sheer power behind the momentum of the spell would send him flying into the chaotic river behind him where an even crueler fate threatened to tear his body apart. He knew then that the only means of survival would mean having to dodge the entirety of the attack. Though doubt raced circles around the logic in the back of his mind, he remained steadfast. His master had trained him for this; he would just have to shut off all fear, and see the attack for what it was. Though this spell would be faster than the last, he was sure that the opportunity would be there. The last attack had only gotten to him because he had let his fear get the best of him; it would not happen again.

Judas held himself up on his own two legs, his armor giving a determined blast of hydraulic air, forcing the dirt around him to scatter as he grabbed onto his sword with confidence and steadied himself. The spell had already gone from simple bolts into whole whirling masses of pure voltage. GiRai Rom, he thought to himself. Harold’s mouth twisted into a malcontented grimace as he attempted to stifle his nerves and summon the strength that had seen him fit to be the apprentice of The World’s greatest player. Taking a deep breath, Judas launched himself, without hesitation, against the sparking winds toward his waiting “prey”, as his shaky, newfound confidence now saw fit to refer to him. The furious tornadoes, now at full strength, fired at him with uncompromised velocity. They burned into the ground, firing monstrous waves of lightning at the air around them as they kicked up a trail of ash in their wake. Harold gritted his teeth as the gap between him and the spell closed within seconds, the winds seeing fit to accelerate as they gained on him.

As a single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, the player behind the “Apprentice of the Devil’s Advocate” fired his thumb against the jump button on his controller, sending the hulking Heavy Blade leaping away from the frighteningly close torrent of burning light with a sudden grunt of fear and frustration. The edges of the storm fired out bolts that scraped across his chest and legs, reaching out for his conductive armor, but the speed at which they were moving sent the two anachronous walls of magic crashing into the river before any irreparable damage could be done. Judas landed not far from his target, rolling along the ground. Though his torso and legs were burned, he righted himself quickly, and used his momentum to push himself off the ground, lunging directly for his opponent with his weapon in tow, pulled back for his first swing of the duel.

(10/10)

I've spent too long just killing monsters that don't get out of the way as quickly.

It was true as well. Takua had become rusty at player versus player, since he had never really played it in The World. They were always other games, games where he had lots of practice. Maybe he really needed to get more used to killing other players instead of just monsters, even if the monsters helped; players would always give you the harder time with ingenuity and skill. He hadn't had to use a Rom spell as a speed boost or to get somewhere in a long time, even if he had at one point. Judas had done a good job, even if he was damaged by it, it wasn't much...but he had stayed for a few ticks of damage from a level two spell, that would leave a mark. Maybe though the Wavemaster was going about this the wrong way. So far he had used Rom spells, spells that did a fair amount of damage over time, but they had to be hit for multiple times for the actual damage to be there. If someone could get out of it, they wouldn't take nearly as much damage as they needed to. A Don or a Kruz spell...possibly even a Zot, those would make him take full damage in the one second that it hit him, not a few points here and there.

But then the Heavy Blade flung himself at the Wavemaster. Quite literally as well, he had picked himself up off the ground and had damn near jumped horizontally towards him. So he was running at full speed with his weapon ready to chop into his opponent. Takua smiled as his weapon, the Wand of Storms, vanished into his inventory even as the staff changed to that of a different one. It was time to end this was a one shot kill. Even if he managed to escape most of it, there was no possible way that he could take a glancing blow and live at this point. The Wavemaster would take damage, a lot of it, but at this point it was acceptable collateral. After all, if he didn't blow the crap out of the guy here, then he would probably waste even more SP just to continue to chip away at his health. Of course, he would need to get hit for this, but at least he wasn't comatose. If he was? Then this would suck massive amounts of pain. But he wasn't, he couldn't feel the sword crash into his gut, blasting through his robe and then his skin. Granted, this was all part of the plan.

"Vulcan Ch.

The Vak rune exploded around him, the summon starting. It took 70 SP to use the move, but it was worth it. It did more damage and covered a much larger area, which meant that it would catch the man, even if he tried to run. After all, the guy had his sword stuck in Takua's body. It actually didn't cause all that much damage, the twelve level difference having been a bit too much for it to do actual damage to him. He would have preferred not to have had a six foot long blade protruding from his stomach, but again, that was just a sacrifice that he had to make for this. The Starstorm Wand glowed red with power for just an instant, flames exploding out of the gem at the top as the spell began. It enclosed the Wavemaster and the Heavy Blade in a circle, fire ringing the edges of it as power began to build quickly, raising from red to white hot in intensity. Then power began to leak, and in that second it exploded. Takua wouldn't have much health left, but it would be enough, more than enough. On the other hand, if this Judas managed to get hit, it would be all over. Even a near miss at this point might blast him into the river, and then it would be over that way as well.

(SP: 11/107)

Knowing his luck, Harold knew he wouldn’t get another chance quite like this one. He’d managed to avoid two swirling tornadoes of certain, bleeding death, land in a range perfectly befitting someone of a class wielding a sword the length of an average-sized human adult and left his opponent with no chance to escape. Knowing the luck required to achieve this pleasant set of circumstances was, (by now, due to his own lack of HP) far out of his reach, he put everything that he was into this single, fortuitously organized attack. If properly wielded, Harold deduced, all he would need to do is immobilize him this one attack and from there, it was simple hack and slash. He cringed at the overly simplified and overall obliquely macabre plan. But though he would’ve preferred something with a tad more grace, he smiled as Judas unleashed his momentum by drawing the blade from its sheath of wind resistance, which gave it just that extra kick.

Unfortunately, the Heavy Blade hadn’t compensated for the extra speed of the sound, and his swing was a few fractions of a second too early. Instead of the pelvis-to-face wound he had intended to inflict, the blade instead entered at the mid-torso. Judas pushed with all his might to make the sword go further, but the Wavemaster’s ribs held it in place. Judas wasn’t pleased with what had become a deep stab wound, but he would have to settle. The Apprentice looked up from his aggressive pose to gauge his victim’s reaction, when Harold suddenly went pale. Behind the glowing eye of his HMD, he had expected to see the twisted look of pain on the face of his rendered opponent, but couldn’t; all he could see, was flame.

Harold’s lips twitched slightly, trying to find the words to describe the sudden feelings that filled his throat like a lump of stupidity, preparing to stumble from his tongue like so much babble and drool. As the light of the crimson wave grew brighter and more intense, the ghostly white child could barely hold on to his controller. The expanding ring of fire spun, sending waves of heat mirages that blurred the landscape and surrounded them with its intense white rage. Each second pulled them deeper into the heart of the sun until, in the time it took for Harold the blink the cold swear from his eyes, they erupted. Even though his eyes were of no use thanks to the luminous explosion of violet heat, Judas was sure that he was flying through the air at an alarming speed. Even worse, the only thing that he was able to make out through the smoke and debris were large chunks of incinerated armor and a half-melted Heavy Blade beginner’s weapon.

Judas attempted to listen for any sign of his opponent, but as of yet, the earthquake had yet to subside. He made an effort to try and identify just what was left of him, but couldn’t make anything out through the black and white of the smoke and fire. Suddenly, the shattered scrap that was the destined successor of the Brotherhood broke free of the explosion as he sailed clear of the chaos. Immediately, Harold ran an examination of his charred remains. This proved to be a lot more difficult than he could have imagined, as it turned out he was spinning through the air. He tightened his around his controller with a renewed sense of acceptance. His body, along with his HP, had been obliterated.

Harold swallowed the dumbstruck lump in his throat and watched with a sort of suppressed sadness as the disgraced Apprentice of Faust fell headfirst into the river of anarchy. As his remnants touched the surface, the tension exploded with an abominable fury. The flames rose up first to claim the body, licking the delicious taste of death already burned into his flesh as it wrapped him in a blanket of hellfire. The lightning next attacked the flames, running across the surface of the sheet metal and dancing with joy as they burned the conductive carcass. As the corpse began to sink beneath the river, a shadowy, black hand rose above the other waves and with it’s gnarled black fingers, dragged it hastily into the depths. The bits and pieces of armor that lay on the field then turned back into data and rose in the sky, giving the signal of the death of Judas.

Back in the real world, Harold’s controller lay broken on the floor alongside a recently abused keyboard. Harold himself, lay sitting in his chair, with his headset resting on the desk, the words Game over flashing across it in a mocking manner. Blankly, he stared at the picture of his forgotten friend, Her, which he now held gently in his fingers. She stared back at him with the smile She had always had when the two of them were together. He blinked, and the frame slipped from his hand, cracking against the wood floor to join the controller and the keyboard. Her smile was suddenly split as the glass frame spider-webbed from the point of impact across the surface.

Harold wiped the tears from his eyes and pouted, his teeth showing slightly as his emotions raged within. He reached onto his desk and replaced the headset across his face, pulling his portable joystick out of the drawer by his feet. Pushing the button frantically, Harold sniffled in order to bring himself back together as the game restarted.

“She will never be forgotten…” He whispered determinedly. The screen flashed again, only this time without the insulting message. This time, it read: “Welcome, to The World.” A world of infinite possibilities.

(10/10)

Takua grinned as he saw the look of pure panic for the split second that Judas had to try and escape. Of course, even if he knew what was happening to him, at that moment it was far to late, far to late to get out of the way. The fire swirled around the two of them, and then the ring exploded. Fire reached inwards, Vak energy taking the Heavy Blade and tossing him like so much chaff into the river, pieces of armor dissolving and falling off on the way, a half-melted blade flipping away from the player that it belonged to. Takua sat in the middle of the firestorm as he watched his former opponent be ripped away from the ground by the force of his spell, the former grace of gravity having been stripped of him. A sudden gust of Juk laden wind from the river blew the smoke away, revealing the very much scorched but still alive Wavemaster. It was with a muttered Repth that his health returned to normalcy, the instrument of the destruction and carnage around him slipping back into his inventory as his body whirled towards the leader of the enemy group.

He stood there for a second, smoke pouring out of his black robe, Rai and Vak wavesigns playing around his arms and his robe, the lightning strike in his robe shinning as he swayed. He would stay and fight this pest, this Faust if he could, but without the ability of the consumption of a Mage’s Soul, something that he didn’t want to do and had couldn’t at the moment. The ability, the gift, to use items had been sealed upon this field, one relied upon the SP regeneration that occurred naturally. Unfortunately that amount was near zero at the moment. He would have to step down and let Ko_Inuyasha take over this foe, to crush him like Takua had hoped to do. However, a Wavemaster with low SP was a Wavemaster waiting to be crushed, and the boy held no illusions about what would happen if he attempted to fight the leader of the Brotherhood of Darkness. This would be a fight best suited to someone who was both of a higher level and was far more ready than otherwise. If he was called upon later then he would fight, but with any luck he wouldn’t have to fight.

”Darth Faust. Your subordinate is dead, and although I would fight you if I could, this is a fight that I do not relish for the simple fact that I have no SP left. I leave you to fight Ko_Inuyasha. Good luck.”

He turned and walked to where he left his comrade in arms and his friend. He looked up at the Heavy Blade, Vak already pouring out of his armor, infusing his thoughts and ideals. The essence of flame poured from his personality alone, the weapon simply added to that. The fire, the essence of life that Ko embodied so well, that would shortly face and hopefully destroy the darkness before Takua was called upon once more. The only Wavemaster in the AoD passed by his superior officer with a small smile on his face, the grin only widening as he whispered to the man.

”Beneath this face is an ideal…your turn buddy. Try not to crush him to quickly huh?

(3/107)

Since Arch isn't really posting in here, and it's been two weeks, can we get this graded and over with?

((OOC:

This is a default win for your team, Takua. No grading necessary.

:OOC))