Heaven or Hell

Ertai vs KB

HoH season 11. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.

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1The Great Absolute

Wed Feb 09, 2011 6:15 am · id 296420811 · page 1
Firebrand and Grill Wrote:

Everyone knows the Firebrand! After it's most recent resurgence after burning down again (...again), the Firebrand has come back better and stronger than ever. Made using the finest in craftsdrawfship and the hardest stone known the man (rumored to have a rubber core), it's become a popular tourist destination as well as a well-loved home for wayward ronin and adventurers. Recently, the staff has installed a large grill that... wait.

Do you smell gas?

General - Your typical bar, complete with wooden floors and stone walls. There's a bar area off to the side, and the larger part of the first floor is littered with chairs and tables. For some reason, there's a chandelier hanging from the rafters, both of which look incredibly suspicious for a two-story building. Coincidentally the second floor is blocked off for security reasons. Wait. Do you smell gas?

Due to Watts plugging a few too many electric grills and heaters into one socket next to a large pile of oily rags and tanks of gasoline, the Firebrand comes pre-installed with FIRE. Fire everywhere, and it's spreading at an unusually rapid rate, possibly due to that nasty gas and grease spill the other day. Due to the stone walls, you'll have some time to ******** one another up in this instant classic.

Natural Element Resource - ... Fire.... Fire. FIRE

Weapons - Tables, chairs, bottles of alcohol, and the occasional dwarfen worker.

Bonus Effects - Fire, fire everywhere. The Firebrand will only catch on fire after you've actually started fighting though.

2The Great Absolute

Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:50 am · id 296424305 · page 1

The Sovereign of Evil

Theme: Millionflame

Smoke-

It came billowing out of nowhere- A consuming mass of darkness; oh how it smelled. Unforgettable the stench of burning flesh and the sweetest of mints; oh how it reminded the living of eternal damnation. Smoldering; black and vicious it roiled forward across the floor boards in front of the counter. Weaving- It swallowed up tables and chairs; creating a truly dark atmosphere. The black smoke twisted and buckled; bled heaven side and tumbled to Hell-

Perhaps a glimpse of light?

A shimmering beacon of substance in the self-sustaining abyss of toxic fumes-

Pale like ice- His eyes became visible. Piercing blue and undeniably cold; yet holding some burning glare of contempt. Flickering- They would show the details of his undaunted face. The black smoke parted and rolled over his visage; slowly giving color to the darkness- His face could only be described as a military; wise beyond the appearance of his years; yet he held a glimpse of beauty- Truly divine was his presence... Powerful was his gaze... As if he was designed and made from mind thinking of -Perfection-

Smoldering Hell- His right hand motioned forward from the shadows; with in his grasp was the totem of his presence- The very reason for the smell of damnation... That cigar moved with in his grasp... Rolling over his finger tips, burning and bleeding the darkened fumes all around. Screaming through the silence in mere crackles and snaps- The screams of thousands of souls trapped... Trapped for eternity- Burning in anguish to feed his unsustainable greed; pandering to his copious vanity-

The black cigar moved to the vicious pearly whites that parted from his pale lips... and it painted itself- Up his face with that sinister grin...

Biting down on the end of the totem he would throw his arms forward and with it the smoke expelled itself outwards and recoiled sharply to the burning end of the cigar- Sustaining itself to just bleed around his head and face- Common as a normal version would---

"Well-"

He spoke-

Hushed tones that reverberated through out the bar- His words felt like a chilling breeze yet boomed at the same time... Rushing forward with power and dominance; yet feeling so dark- Perhaps deceptive like a snake... Knowing something the others couldn't fathom... The reason he was here-

How he has longed to destroy this world- The world of Gaia... So long has he waited in the shadows, plotting and planning his return in a glorious manner. Yet before this was to take place, he would need to get a glimpse of what this world had to offer... What better way than to join the Heaven or Hell tournament... This was his prelude-

Looking around he noticed his surroundings- The faint smell of gas- The stone walls; wooden floors and random earthy items- Tables and chairs; breakables and burnables- His left hand moved over slightly- The dull black leather of his glove moved to his chest, adjusting the polished chrome buttons that adorned his frame- Touching them as if driven by some unseen compulsion. He would snap his neck to the side and roll his shoulders- His massive frame was built like that of a soldier, perfect and built for combat. This was evident from his trademark image- That black overcoat; oh how regal he looked- As if a leader from a military state, a warlord from another world-

Suddenly he motioned with his right hand and the darkness came swimming into his grasp as he snapped his wrist downwards and launched from his grasp one of his rapier like blades.

It slammed into the floor board- Teetering slightly until it came to a standstill... Soon he followed suit with another blade of the same measurements and exact image- Itself sticking into the floor above his grasp.

He started to posture up- His hands moved slightly they began to crackle with energy and the same black smoke- Yet something was different- He had begun to charge- His mind channeling his psychokinetic power- Bringing in energy from all around him, becoming attuned to his own physical presence- After all he designed his own body for the tournament-

Nevertheless he charged-

Black-

Smoke-

Energy-

This being had a name-

Ertai Vexic...

Surging he closed his eyes for a moment- His mind attuned to his surroundings, his resonance pulsing outwards as he waited for his opposition- Opening his eyes once again he motioned to his chest and unclasped every button in a deliberate motion- As if to shed his overcoat at a moments notice, also revealing the interned hilts of two smaller blades sheathed to the front of his war belt-

Ertai was ready to dine on the pain of his opposition- Feasting on the self-satisfaction of delivering it- One vicious move after another. He would make himself known once again to this world- On the largest of stages it had to offer-

Ertai Vexic... The Elder God-

He was the epitome of war and strife; conquest and dominion- He spread across the multiverse like a disease- Destroying and consuming every world he touched- Merging all life and energy into his existence- Becoming death personified-

He would will himself to victory-

Status: Charging

Concussive Black Stage: N/A

Mental State: Normal

Post: One - The Introduction

3o ReaverQueen o

Wed Feb 09, 2011 10:33 am · id 296432305 · page 1

"Huh. I thought you were dead."

Standing opposite of Ertai Vexic, KB. The vampire didn't handle himself with any flair in this match, but instead simply stood with his hands in his pockets. After taking a few thoughtful moments to absorb the setting he shrugged, then lifted a brow.

"Do you smell gas?"

No sooner had he finished speaking, a part of the main foyer off to the side flickered. Sparks burst from the wall where a mass of tangled cords were haphazardly plugged in. The smell of burning plastic was followed by the smell of burning everything, as numerous rags and other flammable objects suddenly came alight. Greedy and driven, the fire seemed to lash along the length of the floor next to the wall, eating away at the floor and furniture to the far side.

A choking smoke billowed to the ceiling.

"Well, I'm glad you like smoke." KB said, taking his hands out of his pockets. Shifting his weight onto his front leg ( his right ) he adopted a subtly hip-cocked pose, one of his gloved hands gesturing for Ertai to mosey on over.

Iconic in dress, the vampire had his complete ensemble. The black-rimmed man-you're-sexy glasses, the black I'm-gonna-ride-you-badboy necktie. A red blazer for a dash of color, somewhat unique in its offered flexibility as far as blazers went. Oh and pants, KB had pants on, but no shirt.

Altogether pretty casual, the same casualness he was displaying towards the encounter.

Don't be cute, he's wearing shoes to.

4The Great Absolute

Thu Feb 10, 2011 3:03 pm · id 296597859 · page 1

Igniting The Inferno

Theme: Neon Rebels

Ertai paid little attention to the sprawling flames to the far side of the room; yet he was more than aware of the condition of the establishment- Leaking gas and fire might prove to work to his advantage knowing his opponent was undead; specifically a vampire. He has studied beings like KB before- Ripping them apart and dialing down every detail of what makes them tick; yet different variants of these beings exist all over the multi-verse and knowing this Ertai studied him ever so diligently. Vampires disgusted him, holding them in a more contemptuous place in his "heart-" for one of his adoptive sons was a being much like KB; needless to say he was consumed by Ertai in a fit of rage-

He continued to watch as KB gestured with his hand and at that moment he threw his arms back and sent his unlatched overcoat flying back onto a table behind him.

Now he was exposed- His hands making short work of the pointless fabric shirt that adorned his muscular frame- Just a simple notion of complacency in this world of Gaia- A measure to fit in.

Perhaps it was his massive shoulders and neck that stood out from the rest of his perfect frame. He was almost brutish in appearance as the flames licked up higher behind him in the distance- The veins in his neck pumped that black ichor through his synthetic form-

Never had he felt so... Human-

"Pathetic-"

With that said he jerked forward and placed both of his masked hands onto the spiked hilts of the rapiers and snapped his wrists- The blades ripped from the floor boards below and twirled in his grasp as he jolted forward. His eyes aligned with KB's hidden gaze- Yet he knew where to look...

His boots clanked loudly across the old tattered floor, yet he didn't move with blazing speed- Ertai moved in a deliberate stride- As he moved his right arm snapped and braced the flat of the blade across his chest going diagonal outwards facing the left; his left arm tucking the blade against the underside of the arm- Maneuvering the hilt forward as to where the blade would be, he held his blades in a very awkward stance as if he was wielding much smaller blades; yet the distance between them would provide all the difference in how he planned on using them.

As he moved he snapped his right leg to the side and kicked up a chair and sent it flying through the air towards KB's face- This was nothing more than a mere feint attack, for his next action was something quite different- His left arm came whipping forward as if he was throwing a knife; yet he threw his sword. His blade went tumbling through the air, aiming to strike KB spiked hilt first, given the distance between the two combatants. In addition with the throwing of the blade, the chair that was thrown a mere moment before was to cause KB to react and hopefully leave him some what exposed to the flipping sword- If hit the spiked hilt would hit, the damage would be near to non-existent. Perhaps he had another reason for this-

Ertai's body suddenly changed in appearance- His grasp was filled with a pulsing and crackling black energy that surged through his physical being. His eyes glew with Hell possessed- He was in his first stage of Concussive Black- His mind was ready to ravage and destroy KB-

Smoke-

It poured from his mouth as he grinned- That burning black totem moved in his mouth to the opposite side as he moved in stride. His empty left hand moving just above his abdomen for protective reasons as he could maneuver down to his sheathed blades or move to deflect with his masked hand- Ertai's right rapier ripped forward towards KB's uninterested face- The blade aimed to slice him open from one side of his mouth to the other, perhaps a more taunting of an attack rather than a directly effective attack; knowing his opposition was of the undead persuasion and held a high threshold for pain, perhaps regeneration factors and enhanced physical attributes- Ertai would prepare himself for whatever might come. His eyes studying his physical movements to perhaps recognize a combative direction and familiar stance or style.

Status: Attacking / Charged

Concussive Black Stage: I

Mental State: Normal

Post: Two - First Strike

Training Wrote:

Eugenics: In the quest for perfection as a being Ertai has studied and dismantled various beings. His continuous experimentation on human and meta-humans has given him an extensive knowledge how their bodies work and what makes them stop working. Ertai has also studied more mystic races and planar beings, i.e. demons, celestial beings, undead.

(Race Familiarities / Weaknesses & Limitations)

Training Wrote:

Tactician: Ertai has gained through extensive experience in battle the ability to anticipate how his opponent will move and react. He has become so accustomed to warfare and combat that he often can accurately calculate much unknown variables about his opposition, i.e. fighting style, weapon familiarity and size-up. Ertai has an uncanny ability to manipulate any fight he seems to be in by placing well thought out attacks and by doing this he can calculate what his opposition might do in the said situation, giving him a chess master like edge to the battle. Each move he makes is a mere set up towards an inevitable "Check Mate."

(Battle Instincts/ Opponent Reading)

Power Wrote:

Concussive Black Stage I: Upon gaining his charge Ertai will advance into his stage of psychokinetic power. This first stage of power is more physically altering than anything. It gives Ertai a displaced look with a smoky black substance bleeding from his hands. The closer one would get to Ertai the more they would notice how cold and thin the air is around him. Upon touching Ertai one would be met with a slight numbing sensation that would fade as soon as contact with Ertai was disrupted.

Effects: Smokey visualizations, slight numbing on contact.

Equipment Wrote:

Dominion & Godliness: Ertai's most prized blades. They're traditional Vexa military rapier built as a full tang weapon. From tip to hilt it is one solid piece of metal. It spans three and a half feet in total length. Unlike a traditional rapier it doesn't taper off to a perfect point but rather curves out slightly much to the same effect as a katana. The only major rapier like function is the build of the hilt and hand guard. The handguard has a wicked look about it, a woven mess of five wire like spikes that protrude from all around his grasp. Two of these wire like spikes face upwards with the blade on the outside area opposite of his hand. In most cases these wire spikes are used to entangle and disarm the oppositions weapon. Attached to the hilt facing outwards with the handguard is a large ring, this ring is used to spin and maneuver the weapon as Ertai deems fit, often using it to change up style and stance. On the bottom of each hilt is a protruding spike.

(Rapier/ Katana hybrid swords)

5o ReaverQueen o

Thu Feb 10, 2011 5:27 pm · id 296621767 · page 1

KB smiled.

As Ertai advanced in an explosion of movement the interior of the Firebrand seemed to come alive. The fires lashing through the place roared triumphantly as the establishment was consumed. Through all this KB kept his focus on his opponent, belying his attention with the air of nonchalance.

Expectantly, a chair was thrust towards KB at an alarming speed. Easily capable of reacting before the furniture struck, KB leaned into the attack leading with his shoulder. In a fluid movement his body became enshrouded in negative energy and shot forwards like ammunition from a cannon.

Damning Dash Wrote:

KB surrounds himself in Negative Energy and shoots forwards performing a shoulder slam. This move forces KB forwards 10ft, pushing objects/opponents in his path and doing damage. This move can be stopped by characters who are equally strong or immovable objects. The shroud of Negative Energy blocks projectiles/thrown weapons for the duration of the rush. Cooldown: 4 posts.

With Ertai's rapid approach and KB's interception the two would meet suddenly, perhaps sooner than Vexic expected. The same screening benefit of the chair to the rapier attack would help hide KB's reaction until it was too late. The first object in question ( the chair ) simply rolled over KB and spun away into a table where it splintered into many pieces. The second, ( the rapier ) also failed to find purchase due to the dark field and toppled off to the side, hitting the floor and bouncing under a nearby table.

By this time, Ertai's strike towards KB's face would be in motion. Unfortunately for the swordsman, the vampire's head would now be below the strike. By leaning in and curling his shoulder up into a slamming tackle his overall height was lessened and his center of gravity was solidified. It was a pretty simple aspect of a shoulder slam.

If it connected, the blow would of course slam Ertai's rapier into his chest and possibly mash his left arm between it given its new position. Even if it didn't, there was of course the risk of being winded by running into 180lbs of unrelenting undead flesh. Had Ertai been in a stance adopted to a power struggle his defenses would be more adequate, but mid-stride his resistance to a rush was questionable.

Not that it ended there,

Energy Drain Wrote:

A living creature physically struck by a vampire is at risk of suffering energy drain, which is the effect of negative energy on the soul. Each time a living creature it hit by the vampire a part of its soul is immediately consumed, causing numbness, and atrophy in the enemy. This ability has no effect on undead or constructs.

6The Great Absolute

Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:44 am · id 296685907 · page 1

The Warlords Gambit

Theme: Bullet Beast

Ertai was no fool- He was always calculating; anticipating and planning. He was well aware of the sudden displacement of negative energy that KB launched forward with from a standstill. The chair was a give mishap; the sword was expected to miss but had a tad more faith in it, this was evident because of Ertai's lack of respect for his opposition- Quickly this was going to be corrected as KB's shoulder made contact with his chest- The sudden burst and momentum of KB's body would become a nice surprise as he nailed inside of his guard- His right arm had been extended out as it missed KB's head, which prevented it from becoming trapped between his body and KB's; yet his left hand lay in wait to defend, just not against something of this style-

Flying back in mid stride his boots would tear into the floor boards below- His size and strength would provide some use as he careened away from KB. Though able to keep his footing from the unexpected shoulder, he was expelled of smoke and air- A large plume and a gasp would linger out softly as he stood with his head down- A large blackish mark lay near the center of his chest, the ichor in his body pooled up to mimic that of a bruise on a normal human. Ertai slowly looked up- The cigar clenched tight in his vicious grin as he looked towards KB-

"Well now- That wasn't very polite..."

Snapping his neck to the side slightly- His eyes never leaving KB, he would roll his shoulders- Slowly the smoke returned to his grasp and roiled up his arms and body. He was charging again- His mind channeling the energy around him through his psychokinesis- His mind attuned with KB's negative energy which crackled and sparked off his body near the wound, looking to have no adverse effects on him-

"Pathetic-"

His cold and vain voice prodded outwards as he brushed his chest off with his left hand. Gripping the sword with his right he would snap his wrist and slam it into the floor board next to him.

-Suddenly a torrent of flames came exploding out from the side of the counter between KB and Ertai. The flames ripped forward, consuming a large section of the tables. It was becoming hot in the room- Ertai stood still for a moment longer, perhaps indeed regaining the wind KB knocked out of him.

"I must say vampire- That..."

Ertai took a long drag from his cigar as the flames licked up around him- His lips parted and he shook his head and started to walk forward.

Laughing-

"Ha-Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"

His pale ice eyes lit alive as he glanced towards KB's eyes. It continued.

"Hahahahahhahahaha... Hahahahahaha- Hahahahaha- Hahahahahahahahahahaha-Hahaha- Hahahahaha-

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

His face almost seemed to shift in the dancing flames and maneuvering glow of the light. Ertai was at home with in the smoldering Hell and quickly evaporating arena- Yet this wasn't with out it's drawl backs which would become more apparent as the skin around his wrists begun to blister, popping with black Ichor; Ertai hadn't even felt it but a moment. Looking at his smoking flesh he darted forward through the flames unarmed- Skidding across the floor boards he tore up from being launched backwards from KB he would instantly hop into stance- His left leg tipping back setting up on the tip of the toe of his combat boots; right leg stretching out and resting on the heel of the boot before the foot work changed s he moved forward.

Ertai had shown his -Descending Dragon- stance- Unless KB was familiar with the practices of Xingyiquan he wouldn't be accustomed to it's natural linear movements which looked to run through their opposition- The key in Ertai's chosen style of aggression was his elbows and knees. His right arm cocked back hovering slightly off-set near his cheek and his left stayed at it's previous position above the war belt protected groin- Yet the style of his fist had changed to a half clasped open palm facing out towards the right-

KB was now in dangerous territory for Ertai had a plethora of different and deadly martial arts styles and stances he could change from in a moments notice and often blended the styles together in a beautiful and brutal display of technical perfection-

"Come to me child of the night- Let me snuff out what little remains inside you-"

Ertai mockingly brought his right hand forward slightly and motioned for KB to engage him-

Status: Charging / Mocking / Minor Burn

Concussive Black Stage: I

Mental State: Normal

Post: Three - Quelling The Insurrection

Training Wrote:

Martial Prowess: The Black Hand of Vexic

The Black Hand of Vexic is Ertai's own personally created martial arts style that he himself applies in combat; as well his personal military. This martial art style has been created by applying different and often conflicting forms of Earth made styles. Ertai applies his knowledge and mastery of eight specific martial arts. Each one having a situation in mind before switching to styles:

Xingyiquan ( Primary Aggression)

Jeet Kune Do ( Primary Defensive )

Vale Tudo ( Improvise )

Duan Quan ( Strike & Move )

Tongbeiquan ( Powerful Control )

Pencak Silat ( Critical )

Muay Thai ( Breaking )

Sambo ( Grappling )

Physical Avatar Wrote:

Adverse Energies- Ertai's intense training and constant traveling through planar gates and through other means of energy has gained resistance to various forms of energy. Negative energy, electricity and quintessence. Ertai will brush off minor displays of these energy sources yet major or prolonged exposure to these sources can cause adverse effects and wear down the resistance.

Physical Avatar Wrote:

Senses: Ertai's senses are resonance based and he can pick up on things a normal human cannot. He can sense energy and differentiate between it's types and anticipate what might happen based off the disturbance.

7o ReaverQueen o

Sat Feb 12, 2011 6:20 pm · id 296895299 · page 1

The attack carried KB and Ertai a few feet before they disengaged from one another, the latter stumbling back. The vampire straightened as the smoky warrior composed himself, watching out of the corner of his eye as the fighter adopted an unknown stance.

Besides the manic laughing and the fact that Ertai was still rocking that cigar, it seemed KB's opponent might actually be proficient. Facing some kind of martial artist could prove to be difficult. Dedicated to keeping an aloof stance on the entire debacle the vampire shrugged out of his coat, tossing it aside to a spot yet to be claimed by fire.

Then a cinematic gout of flame! KB had to hop back to avoid being toasted, his coat failing to show the same dexterity. Merely moments ago it had been a stylish addition to an urban outfit, and then it transformed before his very eyes. A flaming patch of cloth it had become.

"Huh. This match is proving more expensive than its worth." He confided, reaching up to loosen his tie. Taking the thing off and tossing it onto the burning coat, KB flexed his hands. "Sorry, that was a douche thing to say. You're a pretty alright guy, all things considered. I mean you're still alive and all that. You'd be amazed how many people die from being tackled that way."

Shrugging, KB started to advance towards Ertai in a much more mundane fashion. It was not a run or anything of the sort. Instead he simply walked at a casual pace making sure to avoid stepping into the gaps of the torn planks. His arms swung at his side as if he were walking down the street and not fighting a deadly opponent amongst a burning shithole.

I mean stone walls, really?

Closing the distance as if intending to walk up and start rubbing up on his opponent, KB would reach out with his right hand for Ertai's head. It was a fast grab but not one that was supernaturally so. In fact it was more like KB was grabbing for a melon off the wrack at a local supermarket. Well, besides the fact that melons don't come on wracks. Racks. ...They don't come on either, ******** you, I'm not being graded poorly for that because they're both in context.

KB looked very serious at this point. He clearly wanted that melon in his hand.

8Deathgra

Sat Feb 12, 2011 6:56 pm · id 296901587 · page 1

Over by the fireplace a being watched with anticipation,

"Om nom nom."

9The Great Absolute

Sun Feb 13, 2011 1:24 am · id 296952039 · page 1

Concussive Black

Theme: The Chainheart Machine

The game was set in motion; Ertai would begin to set KB up for the inevitable- He would make sure he came out victorious at any cost- Watching how his opposition lacked the enthusiasm that he held for the glorious nature of battle, Ertai would pry him apart with shear experience and will- The psychological direction of Ertai had stayed consistent from the start of the match until this pivotal point in the match; change was coming... Through absolute misdirection Ertai had now become cold and focused, his flaring ego was now transformed into exacting and damning notions. His voice lingered out softly as KB neared- The pale color of his optics shifted slightly... The flames whipped up higher behind him, giving him an almost diabolic look-

"Bow down...Call to me as your God-"

With that said KB's right arm came ripping forward as if to decapitate the arrogant warlord-

  • Ertai's body tensed and darkness roiled from his flesh as aura became more apparent. His physical body had received the second charge and with that sent him into his second stage of psychokinetic powers. Smoke poured from his mouth- Eyes lit up once again as he surged forward, his speed and strength nearly doubled as he quickly attempted to quell any notion that KB stood a chance- Ertai jolted forward slightly as if he was going to run into the wanting grasp, in the moments that followed he shot forward with his own right hand, across the small distance and aimed to strike KB slightly on the wrist with his own open palm- In addition to the sharp strike he would aim to misdirect his arm and continue to keep KB in that forward motion. The misdirecting strike was an ample part to the set up of his next set of moves.

In a concurring motion he would twist and turn his body into the forward motion of his own deflecting strike, as if he was leaning into KB- Sharply he would bring around his left arm into an elbow strike that would land on the side of KB's exposed head. The strike would be strong enough to clearly daze and send KB flailing off to the side into the flaming bar counter because of his enhanced strength and speed; this was perhaps Ertai's most dangerous aspect. In addition to his already blazing limb movements and strikes, the sudden rush of energy upon reaching his second stage in his Concussive Black system would provide keen and apt to the situation- It was almost as if Ertai had been setting this up. His foot work was equally important, coming from his -Descending Dragon- stance he would of made it so his right leg was out side of KB's left so when he turned to elbow KB his body could continue the motion and inventively step beside and behind KB at the end of the full attack motion-

Toying with his prey-

The fluidity of his actions would provide an even more in depth look into how he preformed a physical dissection of his opposition. The follow through upon his own right arm attempting to deflect KB's would be simple, it would drop and fall down towards his own groin as he moved to strike him with the elbow; with that he would grip the hilt of one of his Butterfly Swords. With it he would rip the 12 inch blade from it's sheath and grip it in a backwards manner as if he was going to knife KB in the back or prepare for a turning deflection-

Understanding his oppositions body placement and limb placement Ertai could determine that KB's left arm would be on the inside of Ertai's guard until he turned to the elbow strike- The edge of this encounter would help Ertai because of the sudden and unknown burst of energy that KB would have very little knowledge upon- It would look as if Ertai was a being made of darkness, the smoke and energy made him more than he was-

Oh how he wanted to roast KB in his unholy splendor; how he wanted to hear the young being by his standards, scream to him- Cursing him as if he was God. Ertai's moves would also have a psychological determent to KB if the vampire held a weak constitution. The apparent ease of such moves; perfected execution...

Status: Charged / Deflecting / Attacking

Concussive Black Stage: II

Mental State: Normal

Post: Four - Dissection

Power Wrote:

Concussive Black Stage II: Upon gaining a second charge Ertai will advance into his second stage of psychokinetic power. This stage of power increases the smokey distortion and adds a wisping aura around his entire body. The increase of power has also slightly increased his physical speed and physical strength as well as adding some mundane psionic abilities. Upon touching Ertai the opposition is given in addition to the slight numbing sensation, a sharp jolt of lingering pain that will also dissipate once contact is disrupted.

Effects: Increased smokey visualizations, slight numbing and pain on contact, speed and strength increase by x1.5 once per match, ability to project his voice, telekinesis of up to fifty pounds.

Physical Avatar Wrote:

Agile: Ertai is not overly quick in the sense of sprinting, yet his limb movements are blazing and precise. The fluidity of his movements are at the pinnacle for his current state of being which closely can be compared to that of near-superhuman in nature. Arguably his most weakest state in existence, this said he should be compared to a human at it's most pinnacle point.

Physical Avatar Wrote:

Strong: Ertai can dead lift 1,000 pounds

Equipment Wrote:

Punishment & Persecution: These two blades are Ertai's secondary and more off the cuff weaponry. Each blade is twelve inches long with a six inch handle. Unlike traditional butterfly swords they curve slightly at the tip. Half way down the blade the blade becomes blunted and is mainly used for non-lethal strikes and to effectively block bladed weapons with out damaging the blade itself. In addition the blades have a slight crossguard that covers the hand and can be used to disarm, hook and strike the opposition.

(Butterfly Swords)

10J0hnnyA

Mon Feb 14, 2011 1:38 pm · id 297131231 · page 1

~The rifts between the Omniverse was home to a sentient energy force known as the Odisiouix. Like all beings, the Odisiouix force had a purpose of self preservation. Watching the Omniverse, it would send out an avatar to various existences to preserve the well being of the Omniverse. However, it would also scout for other beings who were strong enough to protect the Omniverse. The Heaven or Hell tournament was a perfect opportunity to do this, as it had already scouted a very powerful being.

Ertai Vexis, an esteemed power house in the realm of Gaia was the target. The Odisiouix force sent out the avatar known as Roy to spectate his interactions within this tournament to see if he was ready to help preserve the Omniverse.

A drop of blood fell from the sky, the source was unknown. Hitting the ground, a small puddle of blood would manifest. Out from the puddle would rise a being, an avatar of the rifts. He was a child, only 8 years of age, and disfigured beyond description. His nostrils slashed, lips cut, ears mangled, eyes scarred, flesh burnt and bruised in every fashion, fingers twisted and broken, and his entire body scarred almost 100%. The avatar was the physical representation of the Odisiouix.

Inked on his forehead was a mark, a rune. It was in the shape of a broken cross, and it was the signature of this being. In it was the data for all of his abilities. Known as Chapters, the Odisiouix divided up the powers and only manifested the avatar with enough power as the situation needed. As of the moment, the avatar was blessed with the Author, the Origin, and the Shadow. The Author Chapter allowed the use of runes and thus would allow the abilities to work. The Origin allowed the avatar to tap into the knowledge of the eternal Odisiouix force who had collected data for eons. Finally, the Shadow allowed the use of Shadow Mana, a utility mana ability that allowed the masking of one's powers and abilities. The avatar's purpose was not to engage anyone, but to watch and learn. Perhaps approach the target after his business was settled.

The avatar, known as Roy Odisiouix, was dressed in a black tattered cloak, the hood over his face concealing his soft red eyes and blue hair that was stained with red, a black kimino, and black hakama pants. A crimson scabbard lay at his hip, bearing his signature katana. Above the scabbard was a smaller scabbard concealing his utility tanto. His blood stained skin was covered in clothing, no armor on his body. He liked to travel light, using his abilities as his primary weapons.

The 8 year old child walked on, watching and learning from the target.~

11o ReaverQueen o

Wed Feb 16, 2011 11:58 am · id 297363137 · page 1

Though the obscuring smoke would otherwise be an issue,

Lifesense Wrote:

[Monstrous]

In addition to conventional light sources KB's surroundings are illuminated by the brightness created by living creatures. An average sized person can light up a 60-ft radius, revealing themselves and the things around them.

for KB it was not one. Even with the smoky aura surrounding Ertai the vampire was clearly aware of his movements. The inner light of living beings betrayed their locations, in this case many of their movements as well. While KB couldn't claim to know every single detail from this ability it did serve to make camouflage of varying types essentially moot points.

This did not stop the vampire's right hand from being deflected, denying him the grab on his opponent. Their reflexes nearly matched, the two combatants began a back-and-forth struggle that appeared nearly choreographed - worthy of a Matrix scene.

As the elbow came in, KB solidified his footing and raised his hand to defend, hinging it at the elbow. The result would be the offending limb smashing into the concrete guard. This blow would have still shaken a mortal, but Ertai and KB alike were well above the limits of most common men.

Ertai would step past KB and make a motion to draw for a weapon. Keenly aware, the blonde allowed his opponent that benefit. Instead of making a move to defend against this new threat which would cost precious time, KB instead twisted at the waist enough to be facing Ertai still. His hand shot up out of its guard position up by his head, pushing forwards in an attempt to connect with Ertai's face.

An open-handed palm-strike to the face as it were. The attempt would be made at the cost of his own protection regarding the sword, though with due cause. If the strike connected his pale fingers would close around flesh for a mere moment, aiming to dig into the handholds of the human face. It was after all a pretty easy thing to grab, counting the mouth, eye sockets, nose, etc etc.

In any case, if successful, negative energy would explode from his hand directly into Ertai's moneymaker.

Executioner Choke Wrote:

After grabbing a hold of an enemy KB forces Negative Energy to explode in his hand, dealing concentrated damage to the area held. This damage is not variable, and can be considered equal to being struck by a baseball bat. Cooldown: 3 posts.

12The Great Absolute

Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:00 am · id 297475313 · page 1

Slice & Dice

Theme: Possessing The Angels

The game was on- The players in motion and the outcome unraveling in quickly forgotten memories; blazing new moments and burning aspirations. Ertai was met with a steadfast resolve; yet his indomitable will would know no taste of hindrance as he continued in flow with his motions. The fighters moved as the establishment came crumbling down. Pillars of flame would spew heaven side as the room above came crashing down beam by beam. The smoldering inferno was merely an inconvenience for the two fighters more so than a problem- How they weaved through the burning rubble, careful not to be engulfed by the hapless flames. As the shifting light beseeches his face, his eyes never left KB- As if a predator in the night, he almost watched with an a vicious; hungry and sadistic look. His pearly whites would flare as his elbow slammed into KB's guard and in his motion he established his right hand upon the hilt of his butterfly sword and unleashed it- In the concurring motion Ertai's left arm cocked backed and recoiled as KB turned about face and launched forward-

He leaned to his right and almost cocked his entire spine to the side. His right hand blade would come swinging up with the flat ridge of the blade against his under arm with the blades edge outwards as if to split KB's hand in two, catching the angle between the middle and index; yet something was off. He had angled the blunted lower section of the blade as if to break the vampires palm rather than cut into him- He wanted to use the vampires own motion against him, perhaps causing the being to recoil-

Smoldering- His eyes erupted in a cold and ominous glow- Unyielding from KB's presence he would begin to charge once again. The color of his skin slowly faded and the air became cold and thin, snuffing out any immediate flames around him because of the lack of oxygen- Not enough to harm a human; yet enough to quell the size of the flames.

Flames erupted behind Ertai- Pushing forward into his deflection against KB's palm strike he would change the entire angle to the block and push off and smack away the vampires hand using the flat of the blade; shifting his left hand he would bring it flipping through his grasp at an upwards angle from bottom left to the top right aiming for the exposed underside of KB's deflected strike- If hit the blade would clearly sever any ligaments or arteries in the vampires body and perhaps go deep enough to strike the bone in a non-severing way. The strike is aimed to more or less pick apart the opposition rather than kill... Playing with his prey...

Ertai was in an awkward position and as he brought up his left arm to mame his oppositions deflected attack he would also lean into a more critical and quicker sneak attack in the same motion in the same flipping style that was infamous with the blades-

The right blade that lay against his arm would come flipping forward through his grasp and run along the area parallel to the deflected strike; it aimed to land the curved edge dead center in KB's left eye. Ertai kept consistent with his footwork as well. Moving his left leg bending at the knee and pressing against the side of his right leg as if he was pushing all the weight forward into this attack hoping that the off balance of the deflection would cause KB to careen off to Ertai's left and with it slice his wrist and take his eye- In addition to the footwork change it would also go to shift as the attack continued on, changing and crossing over the right leg of Ertai at the end of the action.

He spoke in a thunderous boom- Lingering on the mind and in all parts of the burning room.

"You'll never defeat me-"

The flames raged on-

Status: Charging / Dodging / Attacking

Concussive Black Stage: II

Mental State: Normal

Post: Five - The Gauntlet

13o ReaverQueen o

Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:28 am · id 297722653 · page 1

KB had not expected Ertai to be able to maneuver his weapon into place as quickly as he had. The pale hand impacted with the dull part of the blade with an ominous resolve. Unflinching, the vampire pushed the blade up into the air off of his hand. If there was any damage from the strike it couldn't be seen.

He would step in to fill the gap formed by Ertai's retreat, hot on his opponents toes. Using his uncanny ability to stick to surfaces it wasn't very difficult for him to maintain his footing, enough so that he didn't stumble when weight shifted. Filling the void with a liquid attack style of constantly flowing into openings, breaking against whatever stood in his path, KB put himself in the way of the weapon again.

The blade sliced his flesh, but the cut seemed to be fairly shallow. Undead flesh seemed disinclined to part beneath such a light blow, forming an inconsiderable flesh wound. To say that KB wasn't dissuaded would be an understatement, as he flung himself into Ertai in earnest.

Arms grasping for handholds, the vampire would get nice and close to his opponent. Having stepped through the first strike would deny the success of the second, since there wouldn't be enough range to get the sword up to strike his eye. Instead the two would be grappling in an instant, KB's vicelike grip unrelenting. Just by wrapping his arms around Ertai's waist his goal would be achieved.

KB smiled.

Lips parted, then the flesh of the cheeks tore apart like strings of melted cheese. His pearly white teeth had been replaced by serrated, barbaric things. A fusion between the mouth of a lamprey and a shark, a torrent of fetid blood and wriggling maggots cascaded from his Ghoul Maw. Cackling insanely as he gripped his foe, KB's mouth would descend, his unhallowed laugh echoing even as his lips failed to move.

Unless somehow interrupted, bites would maniacally fall on the smoky fighter. Gnashing teeth would take anything they could get, though his mouth was aiming for Ertai's neck. Should his opponent shrug his shoulder up and use his head for added protection, the teeth would simply sheer away the entire side of the face. Each bite was roughly the size of a saucer or CD, capable of shattering bone and rending flesh with ease.

14The Great Absolute

Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:52 am · id 297849499 · page 1

The Gaping Maw & The Sadistic Grin

Theme: Undead

Ertai moved with purpose- He moved to dispatch his opposition from the tournament; perhaps even bring the vampire to the brink and back again... His strikes were to no avail as the vampire brushed off the first strike and maneuvered enough to prevent the second strike from coming to fruition. As the fighters collided into their thought out actions, the vampire broke away and came in to grapple. Ertai was taken by surprise and staggered back slightly as he felt the vice like grip come crushing around his mid-section. A flare of arrogance would slide across his visage as the flames crackled and whipped up around the two fighters on the failing surfaces- His arms were out stretched towards the burning ceiling as the surge of energy came to him once again. It rushed through his veins and his physical presence and with it his skin faded from color; his eyes became illuminated as the encounter between the two raged on. Ertai had reached his third level of Concussive Black and with it his body surged with strength and his physical attributes became augmented by this ascension to his final stage. Sharply with his equipped arms upwards above the midsection grapple performed by KB, Ertai would snap his wrists and flip the blades with in his grasp so the back flat ridge of the blade lay along the underside of his arm; with that he would bring his arms crossing downwards towards KB's shoulders. As his hands moved down he moved the blades outwards away from his arms in a perfect attempt to strike the undefended area. If the strike was successful Ertai would effectively limit the range and motion that the vampire could use to maw his upper torso; neck and head.

In the actions to follow Ertai would make an attempt to rip from himself from KB's grasp- The longer he held the deeper the blades came piercing into the bare; exposed and undefended flesh. In didn't matter to Ertai that KB was undead, he knew the physics were still the same if he could successfully sever the vampires arms from inside his own body at the sockets, he could effectively free himself from the vampires vice; if not the caustic burning of his power would hopefully cause KB to recoil from his grasp- Which is unexpected. With the flat of the blades gleaming to defend and pin KB's ravenous trap, Ertai would utilize his surge of power and push forward and rush with KB holding onto him into the flaming inferno.

Ertai would aim to slam KB onto the ground and effectively gain the top mount and sprawl out his legs across the vampire and push deeper into him with his blades. A flash of arrogance ripped through his eyes as he slammed his head down into KB's gaping maw, hoping to smash his teeth in or break his face. Ertai was greeted with the side of his face being shred open slightly- Black ichor came flooding out as it nearly slice his eye from the socket. Ertai laughed and threw his arms and body upwards, trying to steady a mount on KB- He would leave his butterfly swords into KB's flesh, and suddenly his mind expanded outwards as he stared down at KB- His telekinesis would effectively launch both of Ertai's rapiers that had been ditched earlier in the match back to his grasp. The rapiers had been smoldering in the flames and glew and eerie ember color, much the same as the black totems ember that burned with in his own maw. The stench of the burning leather of Ertai's grasp came flooding out as he cocked back and aimed with his right rapier to slam into the hopefully open mouth of KB- This move was more or less to pin the vampire to the burning surface below- His left rapier was held loose with in his grasp from the fatigue of the flames burning his exposed back slowly- The same black ichor that came flooding from the side of his face also blistered up and popped out- Oozing away his stamina; yet Ertai was un-phased for the most part- Breathing heavy he begun to laugh with a thunderous might... It ripped through the room and boomed through the flames.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

It echoed for eternity as the black smoke poured around the two fighters engaged in combat- Engaged in war-

Status: Charged / Grappling / Deflecting / Attacking / Mocking / More Minor Burns / Slight Facial Laceration

Concussive Black Stage: III

Mental State: Normal

Post: Six - Madness

Power Wrote:

Concussive Black Stage III Upon gaining his final charge Ertai will advance into his final and strongest stage of psychokinetic power. This stage of power causes Ertai's body to become cast in black and white except for his piercing blue eyes. His physical frame of reference becomes more blurred as his speed and strength increased again slightly. He also gains more minor psionic abilities. In addition upon touching Ertai a stronger surge of pain and numbing sensation are accompanied by a caustic burn that will slowly spread and will dissipate as soon as contact is disrupted.

Effects: Black and white color distortion, increased pain and numbing sensation on contact, caustic burn spread through contact, speed and strength increase by x2 for one round, telekinesis up to one hundred pounds, minor light manipulation and temperature manipulation.

15o ReaverQueen o

Mon Feb 21, 2011 11:07 am · id 298029347 · page 1

Om nom nom.

Though KB succeeded in establishing the grapple, Ertai's response was severe. The smoky fighter would find the same resistance as before when he put his blades to KB's flesh, though in his augmented state the protection proved not enough. With only a fraction more difficulty the blades sunk into his shoulders and bisected his clavicles.

Like Ertai, the blood that splashed from KB was dark and inhuman.

Finding his grip weakened slightly by the counter-attack, KB knew it was hopeless to try and contest his opponent's enhanced strength. He would be pushed around for a few seconds before being thrown to the floor. Normally he would have said something perverted about Ertai mounting him, but this time his mouth was full of face.

Yep. Ertai willingly put his head into that deathtrap with enough force to bend back a couple of teeth. The rest closed around the area in a circular motion, sort of like a big suction cup. Sheering away the sizable portion of Ertai's face for consumption. It would have been just the flesh mind you, save for the fact that KB had some tricks up his... uh... lips?

Consume Wrote:

KB bites a chunk of flesh from his enemy, dealing concentrated Blood Drain damage, and leaving a gaping wound. This attack heals him moderately. Cooldown: 4 posts.

When Ertai put his head into one of KB's deadliest weapons in an act of arrogance, he probably wouldn't have expected it to grow even larger. With his mouth capable of growing to four times the size of its regular dimensions, the dominant combatant was in for a treat. Not to mention the fact that like Ertai KB was incredibly strong, and that strength showcased itself in his biting power as well.

Ghoul Maw Wrote:

KB's signature ability is to change the dimensions of his mouth to surreal proportions, while maintaining biting strength. Using this ability KB can easily make his mouth three to four times bigger than that of a normal person. When in use, blood and maggots cascade from his mouth and spill over his chin, and his throat seems to be a dark void without bottom.

Excessive Strength Wrote:

As a vampire, KB's primary attribute is sheer strength. He is many times stronger than a human being, able to lift and move ( slowly ) with up to 900lbs in his hands. In spite of his amazing strength, his power is proportionate to his humanoid form, so there are limits to what he can do. ( He couldn't lift 900lbs at arms length and hold it there, for example ). This physical power lends itself to his strikes as well, making him able to dent conventional metal armor with direct hits, or punch through unprotected flesh completely.

Leaning his head up into the strike when he bit back, KB would aim to take away almost half of Ertai's face. Not just the flesh either, but the bone structure as well. While Ertai had awesome strength and speed at his disposal in his enhanced form, the durability in the stage was questionable. It wasn't unreasonable for KB to be able to simply shatter and consume bone whole. That being said, it was luck that kept Ertai from being decapitated.

If he took the side of the jaw and some of the skull and eye socket area, his appetite would be appeased. The healing afforded by the raw material would be more than enough. Around the butterfly blade the flesh would knit tight on his left arm, renewing its mobility and strength even though the foreign object was still in place. He needed only the one arm to be intact enough to strike back.

If Ertai persisted in his line of thinking despite this turn of events, then KB would react swiftly by craning his neck to the side and leaning. The result of such a motion would be that the rapier would clip his face, driving through the corner of his mouth and into the floorboards. The flesh would tear away as KB threw his left arm up past the rapier and right hand, the blade slicing open the side of his mouth as his punch rocketed up at Ertai's nearly destroyed skull.

Executioner Strike Wrote:

KB focuses a large amount of Negative Energy into a single melee attack. The sheer force of the attack causes his Energy Drain to bypass armor. Cooldown: 2 posts.

The intent in this case to drive a compact fist of negative energy right into his brain-meat.

16The Great Absolute

Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:01 pm · id 298339343 · page 2

Collapsing

Theme: Choke Hold

Madness had nearly claimed Ertai- The laceration to his face was evidence enough, yet he underestimated the tenacity of this vampire; more so he overestimated the durability of his body. The laughing ended as he felt KB's gaping maw shred through some of the bone on his face- Ertai's eyes sharpened as he look down with clear cut teeth marks in his cheek bone; yet he lay intact. He was almost in a blood-haze and with that he would suddenly erupt and flash slightly as energy was gained and expelled- His mental state was changing from the radical outcome of his actions- He almost changed in demeanor from sadistic to irritated. Almost in an instant he changed the flow of thoughts and was redirected into pure malice and contempt for his opposition; it came with a fury-

His mind tightened up and his crossing rapier attack would vear off next to KB's head as if he changed his mind- The blade slammed into the floor; it stuck into the dirt or whatever it was that existed below the burning floor boards...

The blade crackled slightly- It cooled slowly-

The edge of the blade... KB's direction... Lined up at eye level...

KB moved in and his hand came up once again and came in with a punch- Ertai whipped his head back and smack it aside with his freed right hand. The strike would still expel the negative energy which yet again just crackled over the affected area-

Ertai would try and maintain his stance atop of KB, keeping the ravenous beast from gaining any ground despite the precarious position Ertai was in. His objective had changed slightly, coming to understand the burning hatred he felt for undead and especially vampires- He would bring an element that had nearly all been but forgotten... He would bring fire... The nature of madness poured through his mind as he dropped the left rapier back onto the burning floor... His arm still out stretched he would channel his telekinesis and with it he would bring down one of the burning pillars- Uncontrolled...

The burning pillar came sliding down diagonally slamming into the side of Ertais face and with it cauterizing the ichor and would and with it ripping off a large section of flesh; burning it as well. The log was about ten inches diameter and it's weight was unknown. Ertai's telekinesis was strong enough to pull it; causing it to slam across his face aimed at KB's open maw- The blow would be near fatal for the vampire as the weight of the log would be nearly enough to crush a normal human skull; with the added bonus of the scorching flame it would cause massive burns internal and externally to the vampire.

... Yet Ertai wasn't about to let his opposition maneuver out of this with out a parting gift-

Throwing his right hand across his body Ertai would motion and send a burning chair flying across the wooden floor aimed at the opposing side of KB's head. The burning chair would hopefully be strong enough to cause a sudden jerk reaction and send the side of KB's face into the edge of the sword sticking firmly out of the floor below. The strike if successful would cut into KB's flesh at any blade normally would do, something Ertai was well aware of and banked on that fact- The combination of strikes would be more than enough to knock his opposition out of the fight and quell this undead scourge.

Snarling through it all, the olden black ichor came flooding from his mouth down his chest as the roof above started to shift and beams came darting down all around them. Ertai grinned and flashed his black stained smile- That cigar was still present, burning away with hidden aspirations- The smoke poured onwards through his words- The light around his face darkened and only his eyes remained in sight... Glowing with ire...

"We'll both burn in Hell... And come out laughing..."