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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2011 18:04:29 GMT -5
Castle Oblivion has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Yukimura [Leader]
Kadaj [/strike] Loz Vanitas[/blockquote] ----- The Light has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Darkness will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light gets a Raid Group, or if the Darkness has won the world! Keep an eye out! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2011 18:12:24 GMT -5
A Neutral Group of Five has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Lexaeus [Leader]
Vexen
Xigbar
Marluxia
Riku Replica
---- Posting Order: Yukimura, Vexen, Kadaj, Lexaeus, Loz, Xigbar, Vanitas, Marluxia then Riku Replica.[/font][/size] ---- If no winner has been decided by February 1st, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!! |
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Post by Yukimura on Jan 2, 2011 18:01:17 GMT -5
Only one opportunity arrives in every life time. If you miss it, then you can never follow it again.
What lies in between darkness and light? Nothingness? Oblivion?Both Light and Darkness? People have debated this thought for as long as Yukimura had been alive. Some say that it is a place where Oblivion is. Others say that it is where Light and Darkness meet in Harmony. Others say that they war against each other the most there. Too many mysteries of the world in between light and darkness shroud it.
The landscape outside the strangely shaped castle seemed covered in a thin layer of snow. Yet nothing underneath the snow kept it up, not to mention the strange castle that rested upon it. The castle was designed strangely, with spires poking out horizontally out of other spires. It didn't seem large, as well, so that possibly was the reason for the horizontal spires being possible.
A corridor of darkness ripped open on the outside, and from it, came a person, tumbling backwards with his sword in hand. He was dressed in a black cloak, a pair of black pants with a belt that had a silver dragon for a buckle, black boots with steel bolted at the end.His hair hung over his rain drenched face. He landed on his feet, crouched, and stared at the corridor. He thought to himself, "Someone sure knows how to go too overboard..."
He stopped speaking for a moment, to close the corridor. He turned around, to see where he was currently. The sky had not a single star and seemed to have been completely engulfed in darkness. The only source of light seemed to have been coming from behind the strange castle. Yukimura walked over to the side of the area he was at and looked downwards, to see nothing but the same darkness that was above his head.
"This is a strange place... Where am I," Yukimura asked out loud, while wiping the blade of his sword of the rain water as best he could, despite being drenched himself. He took a look at the castle once again, to observe the architecture. As he looked upon it, Yukimura could feel something... Rather, he couldn't really feel anything, coming from the castle. Having come from a world where strong individuals from the Light and Darkness, where their presence simply provided their power, this feeling couldn't really be ignored.
He stated to himself, "A strange place, indeed... I wonder who would leave such a place on the edge of what I'm thinking is darkness..."
Yukimura paused again, a plan coming into form in his head.
"From the Worlds I've been to so far, this place seems to having not been claimed by either side, yet the presence of darkness is strong here. If that's the case, this would be an opportune moment to take it... Also," Yukimura pause his thoughts again, as he began to think of something else. Several other presences would probably come upon this very soon, if he had been here, then other presences from both light and dark would come here soon. He wasn't sure why, but whenever he had decided to make a claim on a world, some sort of opposition would appear, along with what he believed were allies.
"I'll have to be on my guard. Some other beings might arrive soon," Yukimura stated out loud. He tightened the grip on sword, as he began to quickly look around, so he wouldn't get ambushed so easily. As he did so, another thought came to mind.
"I think I might be able to make an alliance more easily if I offer whoever assists me this castle, if there will be anyone arriving to assist me, whether they realize it or not... Yes, this will work! I have no real need of this place for now, so if I have someone else 'have' it for a bit, then I can go about and gather some more information and maybe strengthen myself some more," Yukimura thought in his mind, grinning ever so slightly, whilst keeping an eye out for any enemies that may appear and oppose him.
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Post by akimoggie on Jan 3, 2011 6:21:52 GMT -5
These constant interruptions were beginning to grate on Vexen's nerves.
It was one thing for wayward fools to come traipsing into his castle like it was some magnificent tourist trap, but when his portly Nobody spies returned with whispers of threatening foreigners closing in, it was enough to make Vexen swear at his beakers. Did they not understand that he had better things to do than swat them away? Was that really too difficult for their miniscule minds to wrap around?
No matter. Idiots never learn. And whether it was once or twice or a weekly engagement, the Lord of Oblivion would bring them to their knees every. single. time.
Scholar messengers were scattered though the darkness, ordered to spread the word of the upcoming invasion; if this was anything like the battle at Never Was, at least, Vexen knew he would need allies. The previous foes were powerful, no doubt, but not invincible; they had been beaten back without too much effort, and it was likely they felt humiliated from their loss (as they well should). If they came back with greater numbers, the Academic had to be prepared for that. And if they didn't...well, that amount of sheer stupidity wouldn't faze Vexen in the least.
As the penguins foretold, one unwanted guest was already at Oblivion's doorstep. Two Scholars accompanied Vexen through a corridor of darkness, flanking the Academic on either side as he approached; Vexen remained unhooded as usual, finding it utterly unnecessary to hide when it was his domain on the line, and paused a stone's throw away from the stranger, standing directly in Yukimura's path.
"I presume that you did not come here by mistake." His nose wrinkled; the enemy didn't look like much. For a moment Vexen's eyes scanned the swordsman as if he were peering into the very strands of DNA that comprised him, and then he simply shook his head, dismissing him with an idle wave of his hand. "I shall give you a choice: make your escape now, tail between your legs, and never return here again,"
Then the air grew colder, and with a shriek of frost Frozen Pride came into existence at Vexen's left hand.
"Or your corpse shall be my next experiment!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2011 16:09:55 GMT -5
Kadaj has been removed from the Raid for not posting within four days. Lexaeus is next to post in thread. He has four days. |
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Post by lexaeus on Jan 9, 2011 5:41:32 GMT -5
Their mission was simple: eliminate the intruders of Castle Oblivion. How they went about it was up to the five Nobodies chosen for the battle. As Lexaeus made his way down to the first floor, he could already tell Vexen had made his way down there. The Silent Hero figured he was probably nearby working on one of his experiments.
It wasn’t long before the Organization’s largest member found himself setting foot down the flight of stairs that lead to the entrance. He could already hear the two conversing. Vexen had given the intruder an ultimatum: either he leave the castle now or face the consequences. And that was the point that bothered Lexaeus, he knew they could not allow him to leave Castle Oblivion at all. He must become subject to the Organization’s method for punishment.
”Vexen…”[/b]
The two most likely only caught sight of the hero’s boots as he began to come into sight of both the intruder and Organization XIII’s resident scientist. Usually the mere silhouette of Number V was a scary thing to witness, as Lexaeus towered above even the largest of Somebodies. He looked like a freight train trapped in the shell of a Nobody.
…you know we cannot permit him to leave these premises.”[/b]
As the massive frame of Lexaeus came into view he immediately sized the one known as Yukimura up, and he wasn’t impressed. He honestly thought Vexen would be able to handle him alone. After he assured Vexen he would have to fight the intruder, he made his way towards the main doorway into Castle Oblivion. He would prove as a barrier to prevent anyone from allowing the villainous Yukimura from leaving the institution that some Nobodies called home. The battle would begin momentarily.
[Sorry, kinda short, but I couldn’t figure out how to go about entering myself into this]
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Post by loz on Jan 10, 2011 6:58:14 GMT -5
For about an hour now the big Remnant had been walking this long white path. The darkness had been calling him here to aid it in battle once more. Loz was somewhat upset that he could not control the dark portal to its full potential. Exactly, an hour ago he opened up his dark portal, and it brought him here. No one and nothing in his sight. How is he supposed to fight for the darkness if it brings him in the middle of no where?
Loz let out a small sigh and continued to walk on this long snow white path. That's until he saw something up ahead. A large castle and three people were getting ready to fight? His eyes slowly moved over to Yukimura, who appeared to be the leader for the darkness. The other two seemed like nothing. From a fighting stand point they seemed powerful, but Loz was thinking about what side they were on.
Well now that he had figured out who is on whose side, he was going to start his party off. Within only a fraction of a second he activated his ability known as 'Hyper Sonic'. By activating it unlocked his full speed for the fight. Gently, he clenched both hands into fists, hearing the leather make an abrasive sound. That is when Loz darted off in a blue blur, trailing down the white path. Right now the only one in his sight is Lexaeus.
The closer he became the more excited Loz had gotten. Once he was in range the Remnant jumped in the air and went over his 'target'. Quickly, he spun his body around and attempted to punch Lexaeus right in the back. What really made the bear like Remnant happy was that his opponent was pretty big himself. So maybe this guy would actually put up a fight. However, he wanted to make one more attack. So Loz slightly lifted up his right elbow and made an attempted hit on Lexaeus neck.
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Post by xigbar on Jan 14, 2011 2:38:03 GMT -5
What was it with people and Organization stuff? It used to just be the Keyblade crowd, but now it seemed like everyone and their mother was popping up on their turf. One could argue that everyone and their mother also had a Keyblade these days, but that was beside the point. They dabbled in a fair bit of home invasion themselves, so maybe this was “karmic retribution” or whatever, but still. It was like they needed to lock a door or put up a velvet rope or something.
Or, as usual, Xigbar could fall back to his usual modus operandi and just ventilate whoever marched up to the door.
With the usual accompanying “fwoosh” the scarred Nobody entered the scene, emerging from the pulsating Corridor. The sky was black as usual, and the grass beneath his boots its standard green despite the absence of any sort of sun. And Oblivion, well, it was still tall and castle-y. Not sacked, in other words. That was good. Emotionless or not, he didn’t think the big bad Xemnas would take losing the place twice very well. So far it didn’t look like they were up against a crack team or anything though. Xigbar had come onstage a little off to the side, so that he stood perpendicular to the forces of darkness and the lunatics he worked with. Right before his eye the combatants continued to assemble, amassing like a pair of greaser gangs prepping for a rumble. But generally meaner, and with better hair.
When he first stepped onto the coming battlefield only Vexen and that other guy were immediately visible. Honestly he had no idea who the dude was. Another upstart baddie out to make a name for himself, probably. Those were getting around too. But if it wasn’t a Horseman it couldn’t be too big a deal, unless there were about thirty more of him stashed away somewhere. He was willing to be that was not the case. The threat level plummeted even further when Lexaeus emerged moments later, standing side-by-side with the science guy. At this the Freeshooter abandoned all thoughts of joining the engagement as a look of unfiltered amusement painted his features. Vexen was the sort who would want to smash his enemy just to get on with his life, and the big guy probably wouldn’t hold back out of principle alone. He’d shown up to defend a castle, but instead he would just be treated to these two stomping a trench in some loser’s ass.
At least, such was the plan. Alas, it was shattered to itty-bitty pieces when another figure arrived. Xigbar didn’t know this one personally, but there was no mistaking that silver hair and tight black leather that was all the rage in the Remnant fashion culture. For a bunch of dweebs sprouting from the same guy they sure had a way of popping up. They also tended to travel in packs, which made him suspect he might have a sibling or two on the way. They weren’t invincible, but the fact remained that the nature of the clash had changed. While the sniper might have been able to hang back and feign a late arrival before, he doubted the battle would be over fast enough in a two-on-two. Showing up late for the party was one thing, but if he noticeably lagged behind he’d have to listen to Vexen and maybe even Xemnas chew him out. Those weren’t terribly pleasant options.
Sighing, he brought his gloved hands to the air. One came down, and then the other, each with a flash of light announcing the arrival of his Sharpshooter pair. Then, without deviating significantly from his point of origin, he clasped the Arrowguns together to assemble their full sniper mode. Alone he was a hotshot. With this, he could pick the wings off a hummingbird. His target was not a hummingbird, but something girls might object less to firing at: that black-clad biker bastard. With weapon raised and scope to eye, he took aim right as the big lug vanished in a trail of blue light. Blinking, he glanced up in time to see the guy vault clear over Lexaeus. He had taken this particular Remnant to be the slow bruiser type, but that guy had wheels! Nevertheless, he quickly adjusted and squeezed off a pair of shots. There was that that slight punch of recoil as the combined Sharpshooter sent its care package on the way, but it was nothing Xigbar needed to be concerned about.
Now, he didn’t think he could stop the guy before he landed his hit. He was just far too fast for that. So instead Xigbar had taken aim for the lower body (which was probably the safest part to hit, considering the man’s relative girth) in the hopes that he could land a hit before he went on the move again. Fast or not, it was hard to stay in motion when someone was nailing you through the gut. Sound enough in theory. |
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Post by apprentice on Jan 17, 2011 20:12:37 GMT -5
The battle thus had commenced, but the Dark Entity, similar to the Freeshooter, resided in the shadows. Watching Yukimaru emerge from his Corridor of Darkness he looked to see if this fighter was worth anything. But nothing was said as he only stood to watch the castle. Not even the slightest twist of a finger or cast of a spell. Vanitas did not even move but instead learned. The Academic made his approach with subordinates beside him. The threats he was spilling obviously would have no approach but needless to say Vanitas would watch what the intruder would do.
With the emerge of another, Vanitas didn't even delay to draw his weapon. With the man literally just standing at the approach of another enemy it was probable that he would need some form of help. It was shameful to think this, especially in this time of war. People were too cocky without the demonstration of power. It was the force behind fear. If someone feared another they would redraw themselves quickly. Those who stood up against you would be exterminated. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he recalled all the moments he toyed with Aqua, allowing her to think that she was actually stronger than him. Then when he was finally allowed to slit her throat Ven finally proved to have some balls and the weapon was created.
Yet during his moment of demoralizing the intruder, a blue light caught his eye. Tilting his helmet a little he watched to see another ally come into the battle zone. He preferred this ones attitude towards battle. No words or even stare downs. Just coming upon the battle field he didn't doubt his strength for a second. However, it appeared the enemy was ahead of the game. Without another word, Vanitas sprang into action.
Erupting from the shadows of the castle, Vanitas free sprang into action and jumped straight towards the shot that the Freeshooter fired. He body sprang out to the side completely thrown off by the hit, but allowed Loz the freedom of damage. Falling to the ground he appeared to defy gravity as his body froze. With an instant the image disappeared as his Afterimage took effect. Meanwhile, the other image appeared from a portal above his image. With his keyblade raised he stuck down on one of Vexen Scholars. Rolling out of the way, he gathered some distance between and the Chilly Academic. Still covering himself and standing back up he awaited the next move. |
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Post by marluxiaplz on Jan 18, 2011 22:37:33 GMT -5
Marluxia was next to make his way through the marble-white interior of the castle. As far as the assassin was concerned, it was his castle, as he kept his long stride behind the tails of Vexen's cloak and Lexaeus's larger frame. There was a certain thought he entertained briefly, quite briefly: to enter the stage and reclaim his rightful role as the Lord of Oblivion during the exchange of blows. However, this was not the time or place to bring the unworthy leadership of the castle down to his feet. Marluxia knew, as he watched the senior most Nobody in front of him, that if he were to give a simply flick of his blade to his throat, he would have to contend with Lexaeus for his throne. Considering the invading parties ahead of them, he was certain they did not look like they would open their arms to him and let him resume his lordship of Oblivion. Almost as importantly, if the invaders were to fell Vexen before he had his proper vengeance, there would be a certain issue of pride involved; what little reputation he still grasped would be destroyed if Vexen, his ironic usurper of all things, were to be taken down by this unknown before them.
No one would take the current Lord of Castle Oblivion's power, in battle or negotiation, before him.
As the opposing forces set out and Vexen launched his declaration unto the single intended conqueror standing at their figurative gates, Marluxia listened impassively on. A figure aligned with the darkness, as far as he could recognize from a scent of darkness. His eyes were fixed on the leader as Lexaeus crossed to attack the figure, and still Marluxia waited. When there was a second fighter arriving and attacking Lexaeus with surprising speed, Marluxia continued to watch. There was a flash as a shot aimed toward the surprisingly fast and large silver haired man that was just as quickly interrupted by a dark body. Marluxia could only assume who fired the interrupted round, and his faint chances of commandeering the castle were entirely extinguished with Xigbar’s arrival.
However, the dark figure who took the bolt from the gunarrow himself presented a more interesting scenario for combat. There was a pattern to the outfit that Marluxia recognized: the form fitting nature with an air of familiarity to it that reminded him of Vexen’s replica own attire. When a copy of the black and red clad figure appeared and dropped a blow over one of Vexen's Scholars, it was as if the curtain had properly risen for his entrance and he finally felt as if he were summoned for a worthy fight.
The capabilities of this individual amazed him, however, the chosen weapon he caught in his grip was the most interesting discovery of all: a Keyblade. If he were not dominating the castle, he would defend it from those who were not even proper Keyblade heroes.
A petal brushed down, solitary and almost still in the air before Marluxia grasped it. With a flash of rose-tinged energy and seeping darkness, Marluxia curled his hand into a fist, leather crushing that stray petal. With an explosion of tendrils of darkness and petals, his scythe took its proper shape in his hand. As soon as its familiar weight filled his grip, the assassin launched himself from the steps of the castle in a blur of pink and black, closing the gap between he and the helmet wearing boy with a single burst of speed.
His eyes fixed on the Keyblade user’s chest--the best target to aim for--before him until he blinked out of view in a burst of fluttering petals and wisps of void. If the youth wished to play games with fake-outs and disappearing with those of the Organization, Marluxia would gladly engage him in his own sport. He reappeared behind the boy some several paces, raising his scythe to slash, using his technique Deathscythe. With a crackle of pink energy, three rapid waves of energy ripped through the ground and air on course to hit the black-clad Keyblade user.
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Post by rr on Jan 19, 2011 16:11:15 GMT -5
Where did his loyalties lie?
The Replica wasn't about to bring up to anyone that Sora had been poking around the castle, and since Vexen complained like they had some wary alliance there it didn't merit discussion anyway, but it had him reevaluating his situation. He wasn't as reliant on the Academic as he'd have Vexen believe, and it felt petty now to seek out a way to be real. The last time he'd done that, Axel killed Zexion, and that hadn't helped at all.
He couldn't return to Sora's side now, but remaking himself seemed just as futile. Like it or not, he was Riku, through and through. That meant the only thing left to him was Naminé, the one the Organization had yet to capture and the one he'd had yet to find. Would it mean anything? Maybe not, but that promise was as real to him as it got. He could still squeeze the star-shaped charm until it bit into his hands to prove it.
The commotion that brought him out of his thoughts didn't immediately alarm him. If he was going to escape, that meant no better time than now--as much as he'd prefer to fight his way out, it wasn't practical with this many Organization members around. He'd have to deal with Larxene later. But on the off chance the intruder was Sora again, he'd rather get crushed than stand on the sidelines.
It wasn't, and when he looked in from the darkness he hesitated. Running from this seemed pointless when he could take out a few of Sora's enemies and do it with the Organization at his back. When he saw the doll--Xehanort's--he didn't have to assume these were enemies, either. Where it made him curious before, the other doll just frustrated him now--as if he'd copied something that wasn't already copied. It made no sense, but when the stranger went for Vexen the Replica moved. He wasn't counting on Marluxia's attack--trust Marluxia to get in his way--but as long as he hit his target he might be able to launch himself out of the way.
Darkness tore open the wall above and a few feet to the left of the blackened doll and the Replica pitched through it like a falcon, bringing Soul Eater down to crack that helmet wide open.
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Post by Yukimura on Jan 20, 2011 19:32:13 GMT -5
Yukimura watched the individuals appear before him, much of them contain a kind of emptiness in them that seemed rather wreathed just out of darkness's reach... Maybe not so. The first person, garbed in a black cloak, had long, blonde hair and seemed rather pail, to begin with. He spoke in the manner of a crazed scientist. The swordsman could relate a little bit with this young man.
"My, you sound like how I was when I was younger... However, such a remark won't work on a man like me. You should also be careful of your surroundings..." Yukimura paused, to take a look at the other individuals that appeared. One had long pink hair and a pink bladed scythe with a green handle that looked kind of a like a blooming rose, so to speak. Another one, a large, hulking man with strangely spiked hair, seemed to have no weapon currently. He looked as if he were more of a cybernetic organism instead a human being. His manner of speaking even matched his body structure. Strong, stoic,and loyal. He then brought his attention to where gun shots were coming from, aiming at his apparent allies that had just appeared. He couldn't exactly tell what the man looked like. The only thing he could see was that the person seemed to have black and grey hair and an eye patch over one of his eyes.
"Such a violent group this time around... But what does it matter? You all stand in our way and I will not stand for it! It's time you wander the darkness," Yukimura shouted, as he charged forward with his sword in hand. He focused magic to his feet, static developing rather quickly. He was activating his ability, Thunder Burst, to quickly enhance his speed so that he would be a difficult target to hit. He took one step, his body flinging towards his target, the blonde haired individual. Yukimura brought his sword in front of himself, to stab the person through their chest. The stab would probably be blocked, but the momentum Yukimura was moving at would force the person back into his ally behind him, who was being assaulted by one of Yukimura's allies, dressed in black tight leather.
As for the child that appeared, Yukimura bared no regard for him. The power coming from the child was much like Ansem's, but there was a falseness coming from him, like he was trying to imitate the Heartless's power, but was failing to do so.
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Post by akimoggie on Jan 23, 2011 22:45:26 GMT -5
And then all hell broke loose.
It was chaos the instant their allies joined; though Lexaeus, like Vexen, chose not to attack straightaway, it seemed like the others weren't so keen on civil negotiations in the least. That suited Vexen just fine -- it wasn't as if he expected anyone so brazenly uneducated to back down from a fight anyway; such ignorant individuals could only be persuaded through pain, and it was only natural for the task of educating them properly to fall on the Academic's shoulders.
As the fool before him began to prattle on for the sake of stroking his ego, Vexen became acutely aware of the dark presences manifesting around him; another being, cloaked in black like a certain foe he'd faced what seemed like years prior, moved towards Lexaeus in an instant, and then to one side of him he felt a sharp spike in stygian come down hard too close, too fast. Were he alone, he might have trouble repelling the foreign barbarians, but there was one thing that Vexen could count on that his enemies could not: unity.
Lexaeus, Xigbar, his own Replica -- even that traitor Marluxia showed up to defend what rightfully belonged to the Organization. Surely even Marluxia knew that camaraderie was the only way they could pull through such an assault--and, were he to dream up any ideas of ever possessing the castle as Lord ever again, he ought to give this fight his all. For the moment, Vexen determined his presence to be harmless; the masked boy and the idiot that seemed to be leading this whole mess, both directly in his vicinity, were another matter entirely.
With the attack coming from above, one of the Scholars had no chance of defending against the incoming blow, and as the Keyblade impaled it through the skull it instantly froze over and shattered, forfeiting its abomination of an existence. The other Scholar, however, was quick to replace its missing partner, splitting into two via Binary Fission and immediately taking up defensive postures when Yukimura moved to attack; both Scholars, shielded from his blow but ultimately propelled backwards by the force of it, went flying. As penguins are generally ill-suited for flying, there was a high chance of one or both crashing into someone else in the fight. Godspeed, Sphenisciformes.
"You're pushing it!"
His Scholars unable to defend him, Vexen darted to the side to put a little space between him and Yukimura, preferring to keep his shield ready for any further melee attacks rather than risk breaking it in such close combat; he held it higher as he knelt, fingers splaying against the ground as magic flowed through them and soaked into the earth, freezing its moisture on contact, and in the next instant a branching surge of Ice Needles was rushing straight towards Yukimura, aiming to trap, and ultimately impale, the brazen swordsman.
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Post by lexaeus on Jan 24, 2011 8:09:09 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the action to pick up in the entryway to Castle Oblivion. It seemed like the moment Lexaeus announced himself to Vexen and the mysterious intruder he had a blur of neon blue come rushing towards his face. This barely gave Number V the time he needed to summon the Skysplitter and use it as a makeshift shield against the blow. Apparently, this warrior had enough strength to send Lexaeus back a good five feet with the shere force of impact between his fist and the Skysplitter.
It wouldn't be enough to stop Lexaeus, however. He was the physical giant of the Organization, so shere force alone could not overcome the titan that was The Silent Hero. That left him with an ultimatum, should he strike with one of his powerful earthen techniques, or should he merely punish the enemy with the massive axe-blade in his right hand. It didn't take Lexaeus long to decide the latter would be more fitting to use against a warrior he deemed to have second rate strength.
"While the power you hold is impressive, it is not nearly enough to overcome the might of the Organization."[/b]
A massive force of wind began forcing itself outwards from Lexaeus as he activated his powerful chakra-like technique. Every being in the room would begin feeling the massive power that was Lexaeus. If they couldn't tell by the force he exhaling from his body, then the gold and orange aura around him would be their telltale sign. His Gaea's Gift technique was in full motion, and he was nearly unstoppable with the technique empowering him. His muscles began to bulge even further with the added power, and he instantly knew that his strength, speed, and even his agility for his massive frame was increased ten-fold.
In the blink of an eye, the massive Nobody closed the distance between himself and the leather-bound warrior. He sent his Skysplitter soaring towards his ribs, in hopes that it'd do exactly as his weapon suggested, split the ribs of Loz to a fine powder. He wasn't done yet, though, as he continued his combo with a second, diagonal slash with a target set for his right collarbone. The third and final blow came from a quick and precise downward swing aimed for the crown of his skull. The glory of the Organization would soon be ringing through trough the Remanants ears like church bells.
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Post by loz on Jan 24, 2011 21:12:10 GMT -5
Right after the Remnants attack was blocked, he felt a sharp pain in his lower stomach. This pain was there from Xigbars bullet. Soon the bear like Remnant’s eyes went back to Lexaeus. What really had interested him was Lexaeus build. This man was a tank, which rivaled his own power. After the nobody said his little line, Loz felt his anger growing.
There is no way in hell that a group of people without hearts could beat him. The Remnant knew he was going to beat down this Organization thirteen member. Momentarily, the large Organization member had activated some kind of ability, which increased his own power. “You won’t beat me!” He said with a little rage. Before he was able to make any kind of attack, his opponent charged in. In a moment, Loz had a rather large sword flying right at him. However, this Remnant was not impressed with his larger opponent.
Quickly, the man of darkness bent his knees, which allowed him to duck down very low. As he stood up, Lexaeus was making another attack on him. Loz noticed it was aimed for his collar bone. Since he had no real chance of blocking the attack, he slightly shifted his body position to the left. By doing this the blade made a medium sized tear on the right side of his leather attire. Before he even had the chance to see if he had gotten a wound another attack was coming in. The last attack was coming downwards on him. Since his opponent was outrageously slow with his sword swings, it was a bit easier to dodge.
Right as the attack was moments away from hitting him, Loz literally spun to the right of his opponent. Now having a little bit of time, the Remnant took a few steps back and looked at his body. First he looked to his right and noticed the side of his rib cage had a medium sized bruise. Then his eyes looked down towards his lower stomach and he saw an energy bullet hole.
These Organization members were really starting to irritate the Remnant. Loz knew that the nobodies had a better chance of winning, because they had so many people here. His big light blue eyes looked all around in search of some kind of sniper. It was not a very good idea that he took his attention of his main opponent. Eventually, Loz shrugged it off and looked over to Lexaeus.
“I guess you need help fighting me.” Loz then pointed to the bullet hole in his attire. Right now he was feeling some rather heavy pain, but ignored most of it. While he had the chance he moved around like a blue blur once more. Quickly he got behind his opponent and made a quick power house punch to his opponents neck. To follow up with his combo he made a back breaking punch to Lexaeus back.
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