Retribution vs Silver Dragons

Heaven or Hell: RE-Union - Round 5

Team Retribution vs. Team Silver Dragons

The Grand Cathedral

Gaia has never settled on monotheism. Priests call upon God, druids worship nature, demons walk the earth, and strange men in mechanical armour have deified their ruler. For some HoH is a religion, battle is their prayer, and blood spilled is the only sacrament.

Situated near a scenic graveyard, the cathedral is a monument to Gaia's amorphous religious convictions. Architecture of all sorts is present, but with a highly Gothic focus. Religious icons are varied, and with the storm raging outside the intricate stained glass patterns in the windows flash colored patterns the floor with each strike of lightning in the distance. Competitors may fight among the pews, around the altar, or even in the old bell tower.

General - Varies: Solid interrupted ground, solid ground around a raised platform, unstable suspend ground.

Weapons - Religious artifacts, candles, heavy books, the bell.

Bonus Effects - Strangely enough, this is universally sacred ground. Magic and faith flow freely here, making it easier for those with those sorts of abilities.

Time - Day

Weather - Storms

She was napping in one of the pews. Curled on her side, knees at her chest and her nine tails draped over the arm of the bench swaying lazily. The vixen didn't know what to expect from the Heaven or Hell tournament, but this wasn't it. Originally she was meant to spectate and offer support to an entirely different team, however, after a few matches, it was abundantly clear that the stakes weren't exactly high. If that weren't enough, she managed to be recruited. Needless to say though, she was incredibly bored and so she arrived early to simply sleep.

The creak of the door opening caused the demoness's ears to twitch and she stirred. Her nose twitched and a familiar scent jarred her awake entirely. Her eyes opened and she stared ahead, still mostly hidden on her bench. Akako knew there would be no avoiding it so she slowly sat up and peered over the back of the bench to look at Arthur.

Her expression was schooled into an impassive mask. She'd vanished in the middle of the night no less. There was no note, no discussion. Akako had simply slipped out of his bed and left him. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her. Vulnerability never suited her and he'd edged his way in a bit more than she was willing to tolerate. Akako knew, to humans, her behavior was abysmal, but she wasn't human. Even then, she was curious about how he'd react to her. Akako had a feeling she knew, but that curious nature of hers had her stare across the empty space to lock her golden eyes on him and wait.

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Arthur's eyebrows rose with a slight display of shock as he found Akako there waiting for him. Though as the seconds passed, he knew that the turn of phrase was perhaps too wishful. She certainly wasn't waiting for him and she said nothing. The demoness had been recruited to a team it seemed, and the mage couldn't help but be amused. She didn't seem very interested in the Heaven or Hell when he'd spoken to her about it before the tournament began. However, it didn't look as if Akako could help herself once the bloodletting began.

"So you joined the fun then, vixen?" the mutant chuckled, removing his sunglasses and depositing them into one of his robe's many pockets. His orange eyes glinted with mischief, stepping back onto the center aisle of the cathedral as he noticed the arrival of his scheduled opponent. "Let's talk later maybe," Arthur told Akako, his voice sounding both excited and uncertain of the future. He was risking his life after all. That much was clear as he watched Omi swing his club at the expensive seating around him.

"Take as much time as you need," the mage replied to Barsait, walking within twenty feet of his opponent and keeping his hands hidden within the folds of his robes. "I'll be right here when you're ready."

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"Very well," Arthur replied, observing his opponent carefully and knowing immediately that he was quite unlike any of his previous opponents. Not only present (of which many of his opponents were not) but utterly ready, willing, and prepared to fight. No, actually, the mage could see it in Barsait's crazed look especially as Omi looked over his shoulder and their gazes met. He saw no fear in those eyes and no worries for any of the repercussions for his future actions. Those eyes saw the mage as a nothing; a "thing" to be crushed. His opponent was ready, willing and prepared to kill. A weak-willed warrior would have turned away from that challenge, and the pragmatic sort would have thought it best to sit out the round. Arthur was neither. The gameness of his opponent thrilled him and his wolfish grin spread from ear to ear practically.

His heart beat wildly, the mutant's anticipation building and suddenly releasing as Barsait burst into motion. The mage had to strike hard. Passivity would be his downfall against an opponent like Omi. If he dodged about and displayed his fancy feet, it would keep him safer but it would get him nowhere nearer to the blazing inferno that was his opponent. Arthur would fight fire with fire. He could never relent if he wanted a chance. Arthur reacted immediately when Omi lurched forward with the force of his swing, watching with a wild smile as his opponent's club flew out of his hands and hurtled towards the mage at great speeds. The situation made only worse as the tip erupted with the sudden conjuration of a green serpent, wreathed in green flames and reminiscent of a meteor. And not just because it was roundish, on fire and moved very fast; it also seemed bent on being Arthur's very own Armageddon.

With little time to spare, Arthur widened his stance and whispered in a strange tongue before taking a deep breath. A very deep breath it seemed as the mage continued to take in air, and Arthur underwent a sudden and extreme transformation. The mutant abruptly blew up like a balloon, his body expanding in every direction until he was nearly as wide as the space between the pews. Inflated hands gripped onto the benches on either side of him as Arthur braced for impact. It struck like a truck but the mage's new form was able to conform to the forces as the green snake momentarily sunk into Arthur's rotund form before bouncing off like a tension-filled trampoline.

As it did so, even though contact was brief, a sizzling sound could be heard over the collision while the green flames ate away at the mage's clothes and left behind a moist wound covered in blisters. It pained Arthur and forced him to grit his teeth as he suddenly deflated, but it was well worth it to put Omi on the defensive.

He had to prove he was just as willing to put everything on the line.

With the strength of the forces involved, Barsait's projectile would be reflected back upon the crazed combatant, crossing the distance between them once more in destructive fashion. Perhaps in his craze, he wouldn't realize that his weapon was returning unexpectedly. Or perhaps Omi would prove quite alert and more than capable of cancelling his powers, or at least deal with it somehow.

In either case, Arthur was more than willing to continue their dance!

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”POLYMORPHIC TRANSMUTATION - USKGLASS’ BOUNCE MAN” Wrote:

> [ACTIVE] > > Practice of Patterning || Minor Arcana > > Component: Verbal > > Duration: Instant > > Cooldown: 3 turns > > Global Cooldown: Yes > > Reagent Requirement: None > > > > Arthur’s study of bodily transmutation undoubtedly led the Black Mage to the creation of this spell, and ultimately down the path of the Masters as he became adept at the art of manipulating his own form. The typical wizard would conjure a meteor against their enemies. Arthur would become the meteor himself. > > > > Coaxing his body with whispered words, the mutant’s body begins to expand forcefully in every direction, inflating like an enlarged balloon, growing to about four times his own size. Blunt objects and unarmed attacks bounce off the mage in this form, while sharpened ones do more damage and actually cause Arthur to return instantly to his normal size. Simultaneously, the mage is able to pass through tight spaces like softened clay. Primarily, however, Arthur can adjust the density of the air that inflates the human-balloon, allowing Arthur to float upwards for upto 15 feet before increasing said density and plummeting back towards the ground (weighing twice his normal weight) like a human-meteor. The power behind the attack wouldn’t crush its target by any means, but it would deliver quite the wallop to anyone unfortunate enough to remain underneath.