Participants: Fearix Kamori Marexante vs KB
Area Info: Reyer City
Fight!
Participants: Fearix Kamori Marexante vs KB
Area Info: Reyer City
Fight!
With a satisfying thud an empty body fell to the floor on its side. A wet popping sound broke the silence as the vampire rolled his head, cracking his neck. He was still getting used to the distant choking feeling of the collar wrapped around his neck, now stained with the blood of his recent prey. The people of this continent had a distinct taste entirely their own, one that made him miss Terrenus. What the people of Reyer City lacked in flavor they made up for with sheer volume. He had lain waste to the small household in the night like a common thief, robbing them of everything and leaving them only his curse.
Stepping out into the night KB rolled his shoulders and yawned audibly. It was early by his standards, the sun having only recently set. The shadows had lengthened and then melded together, the light of day fading. As the aspiring emperor stepped onto a dimly lit street he smiled. An inkling indicated that he had arrived at the right locale to meet and destroy his first opponent. Now all that remained was the appearance of his enemy. His eyes searched the rooftops above lazily, his own presence betrayed by their characteristic sinister glow.
Reyer City, it had only been a few days ago that Fearix found out that he'd meet his first opponent here and at the time he had looked forward to it. Yet the closer he got to the city, and the more he found out about it, the less pleased he was. The city was named after Commander Reyer, and was easily the second largest city in all of Genesaris. These two facts would lead someone to believe that it was probably a grand and wonderful city, the truth of the matter though was far more bleak. The reality of the situation was that Reyer was a prison city, a massive prison city. A massive 130' stone wall circled the outside of it, the wall had to be at least 30' thick, and its citizens for the most part were the worst of the worst.
And yet at the same time there was something poetic about the city. Maybe because it was designed like hell and reminded Fearix off an epic involving some pussy ass poet who ventured into hell. The lesser of the criminals seemed to be housed closest to the wall, and the worst of the criminals seemed to be near the middle. And just like the circles of hell the living conditions only seemed to worsen the further one moved in. The outer houses had electricity, they had running water, they had some furniture, and those cities in the very middle? A few street lights, a couple wells, and empty houses which were just barely large enough for an average sized person.
It had been high noon when the titan had entered the town, he had taken his time, moving casually through the alleyways and street, avoiding many of the main roads. Maybe it had been his attempt to avoid detection, and maybe in a normal town it would of worked. But it wasn't a normal town, and in a place as seedy as this it should have been surprise that there were large congregations of people in the back streets. The beast would not be deterred and continued his trek moving deeper and deeper into the slums and ghettos. Blending in with the people, avoiding being noticed, these things might have come easier had he known more about the town. He could of dressed appropriately. Of course being that he was expecting a more industrial, futuristic town, he had opted to wear something far different from his normal garb. Blue jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, these were all items that he had picked based on a preconceived assumption. He'd even gone so far as to readjust the color of his iris' from gold to blue, to turn his fingernails from a metallic silver to a nice clearing pinkish white, to provide life to dead looking lips, to cast off his magnificent wings, and to retract his excessively pointy teeth. All of these factors were considered acts of camouflage, but truthfully they made him stand out more.
It couldn't be helped though, he couldn't turn back and readjust his strategy, it was too late. A soft voice fluttered in his ear, he swallowed causing his Adams apple to push against the metallic collar, directing him forward. It was like the ping from a metal detector, with each step he moved closer. His collar was tracking now, the fight had started, he would soon be engaging his opponent, and he would have no choice but to fight. The collar wouldn't let him leave until the other person was dead.
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A foot step, the thud echoed out from underneath his boot. The sound shooting across the alley way, darting into the vampires ear, and resonating. If the undead dared to turn around behind him to look, he would be glancing upon the face of his destroyer. From the side of a house Fearix stepped, his right hand sliding along the wall of the building. A pleasant smile moved carefully across rose stained lips as he advanced from the shadows and cover. The sun had no long set, the stars radiated brightly above, yet the ambient light pollution prevented their elegance from kissing them. He would gauge distance between the two to be roughly 40', a distance that wasn't huge but provided a nice reactionary gape. Fearix's lips parted, slowly at first, maybe it was hesitation. After a few seconds though his voice finally found its way from his throat. "Hi, I'm Eric. Nice to meet you, I guess you're the guy I need to kill?"
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The vampire turned part way to look over his shoulder, spotting his opponent. Taking a moment to size him up it became obvious that they were meant to fight one another. He smiled and reached for his sword, drawing it in the blink of an eye. No sooner had Eric finished introducing himself KB was already on the move, pressing forwards in a surge of speed at the wall. His booted feet impacted the sheer surface and lifted him effortlessly, gravity seemingly ignored as he ran up the wall. As his cloak trailed behind him it became clear that he was wearing his uru plate mail, but it didn't hinder his movement.
As he ascended, his mind formed the trigger for the Catapsi Aerogel set in his sword. The result would be the marble stirring to life, an explosion of psionic static encompassing the blade and the vampire alike. Reaching 30ft in diameter, the sphere of psionic static would block the use of psionic abilities within its field. This wouldn't stop ranged attacks from penetrating the field of course, but conventional things like sensing or telepathy would be out of the question, as would telekinesis given the interference between the controlling mind and the object.
Unless his opponent managed to catch up with him, KB would move up and over the edge of the building. Once on the roof he would take a look down to see what Eric planned to do. It wasn't a very far climb, only about three storeys altogether. The vampire would be disappointed if his foe didn't commit to the chase.
Fearix stood there for a moment, a little perturbed by the vampire's rudeness. He had been more than nice enough, he even offered the undead a name which to address him by... and yet the savage couldn't even oblige him with an introduction? And as if to add insult to injury, instead of turning to fight, he ran! Truth be told Fearix was not only irritated, he was also confused. In the vast majority of his experiences, people didn't run. Not unless they were trying to get away, which was impossible due to the nature of the tournament. Pale digits slid forward as he brought his hands into his jacket pockets, pushing them firmly against the interior cloth. A few steps forward, his head tilting up as his eyes moved to meet KB's figure, his head craning as he looked up.
His right foot fell against the ground, and stopped, KB was somewhere around 30 feet above him, and was probably still at least 30 feet in front of him. If Fearix had to guess this probably meant that he was around 40 feet away from his opponent. Of course this was all rough estimations. The once pleasant smile on his face had now faded away, apathy rolling over his visage. Psionic tendrils slowly rolled out from up under him, to the normal person these threads of energy would most likely go unseen. In fact the way most people witnessed psionics was through second hand experience, they would witness the effects that it had on other objects, but of course beings like Fearix were special. Fearix could clearly see the tendrils, and while there was no definitive color to describe them, his mind for the sake of perception had assigned them the color silver.
Silver lengths of mental energy crept forth along the ground for a few moments before suddenly darting up, their forms slicing through the air, moving closer and closer to KB. They were destined to impale him, to skew him with an invisible force, and then suspend him in the air like a puppet. Or at least that had been the beasts intentions. After but a second or so after the attack initiated, it ended. Fearix watched as the silver tendrils struck into some unknown force began to travel through it, and seemingly broke down, dissipating into nothing. How unfortunate, it seemed that a psionist was fighting someone who specialized in fighting psionist? A few blinks would be offered as he redirected the mental essence.
Within the next second KB would find himself face to face with Fearix. The titan suspended in the air a few inches below him and still well over 10 yards away. A glazed look traveled over his eyes, the tendrils now dancing wildly about him. Their tips seeming to grasp the air and pull it closer, their edges every now and then breaking off after getting too close to KB's protective barrier. "Well now, aren't you a rude individual?"
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"Terribly." KB snapped with a fanged smile, gesturing at the rooftop with his sword. Stepping away from the edge, he centered himself in the makeshift arena. The building was roughly square, some thirty or forty feet across on each side. In truth the vampire couldn't be bothered to make an accurate guess. His right hand simply held his bastard sword, the free hand ushering the boy onto level ground. Pressing his foot to the roof firmly he tested the integrity of the playing field, noting the way the supports flexed under his boot almost like sponges.
"My name is KB." He confided, reaching up to pull away his cloak. He tossed the thing to the side unceremoniously, abandoning it. In clear sight it was apparent that the vampire was wearing half-plate armor, comprised of enough pieces to cover his chest and back, arms and legs. He wore no helmet and had removed portions of the armor that would have been considered soft spots, increasing his mobility at the apparent sacrifice of protection. These areas were notably the groin and underarms. "Now..." he began, smiling yet again.
"...come and be destroyed."
The tendrils of psionic energy continued to grasp at the air, pulling on the particles, bringing them closer. Each waves crested out wards pulling on the particulates before receding in and dropping the material off in the same general spot. The action continued, and the cluster of ambient matter continued to grow, a grayish glob of what could be described of dust, or maybe even smoke slowly forming with each new addition of material. Fearix's mind played with the other's response for a little bit, rolling it over in his mind, before only one obvious question was left to ask. "So.... what does KB stand for? Kraken Bat?"
The titan drifted to the side, moving angularly around the vampire, his eyes not really focused on the entity, but rather the field which was before him. Similar as to how most people could not see psionic energy, Fearix was not directly witnessing the field, rather he was watching the edges of the tendrils as he expanded out, watching, and learning how they interacted. As he traveled he was quickly finding the curvature of the field, it seemed that it was indeed a field. It seemed to have a fairly consistent range. Fearix speculated, he had an educated guess just no means of obtaining quantitative data. 58-63 foot diameter.
The titan's travel ended, his form landing gently upon a roof top. Unfortunately to reach it he had to travel some odd feet back wards, the estimated distance between him and KB now somewhere around 15 yards. Though unlikes KB he didn't stand in the middle of the the structure, but rather on the edge. He could feel the supports wobbling up under him, reassuring him that he was on a stable platform.
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Eric settled, and KB narrowed his eyes.
Seeming that the vampire would have to make the first move, he pushed off in a sprint towards his opponent. Left arm crossing his chest he held his blade with both hands horizontally, pointing out to his right. The charge was in a straight line towards Eric, bringing the vampire to the edge of the roof and then off of it. Pushing off the lip with his leading foot, KB made the easy jump towards Eric and brought his weapon down on him. Pulling his arms to the left brought his sword up into the air and then down towards Eric.
The result was a heavy chopping motion from the bastard sword, coming down at Eric's left shoulder. The weight of the vampire came behind the attack, that being over 200lbs plus inertia. The static field would diffuse the tendrils as KB closed the distance, provided his opponent didn't simply flee from his proximity. Though it appeared as though the sword motion was an attack such was only half true, as the sword would simply break the ice in the immediate range between their bodies. Locking the sword against his opponent would allow his bulk to smash into him, and they would be driven further onto the roof and away from its edge.
Strangely, the entire affair was rather quiet. KB didn't need to breathe or yell, so instead of such things there were only his footfalls and the sounds of the city around them.
KB dashed at Fearix, and Fearix well he just stood there and took it.... right? Yeah.... no. KB's reaction was somewhat expected, while he didn't have any evidence to really support it, he had assumed that the man was probably lacking in long range engagement abilities. This theory being based on the nature of his field. If KB did have long range abilities there would be no reason for him to require such a large buffer zone, he'd only need to protect himself with maybe a five or six foot barrier. The man's mad dash forward seemed to confirm this. So with KB's initial step, Fearix would take a step. The difference was is that Fearix had already placed himself on the edge, and his step was enough to put him over. His form would drop some thirty odd feet below KB, two quick bursts of psionic energy causing him to sail out of the alley way and back onto the street, the second force reducing his falling speed to just a few feet per second right before he landed.
Blue eyes would move to find KB upon the building which he had been standing upon, with so much momentum backing him it was only conclusion to assume that he'd probably slide across the roof top, and over the edge. But this was of course only speculation. But you know.... an object in motion stays in motion, or so they say.
With a safe distance once more between the two, Fearix would continue his weaving. The fog/smoke mixture had continue to grow, more and more particulates being added to it every second, but now... now there was something else. The space that the mass had been living in was shrinking, what had maybe been a sphere with a two foot diameter, was now only six inches in size. And the cloud of particulates? They were beginning to look more and more solid.
Unlike KB Fearix was patient, unlike KB Fearix was in no rush, and unlike KB Fearix was calculating. KB might have very well been strong, maybe he was faster, and maybe he was better equipped. Hell it was very well possible that KB had killed more people, and had more combat experience, these things were all plausible, but what he lacked, or at the very least seemed incapable of at the time, was sophisticated thoughts.
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KB missed Eric of course, the strange man plummeting to the ground below. It was a bit frustrating to say the least, but not entirely unexpected. This would be the second fighter KB had encountered in this strange world that would avoid facing him directly at any cost. Given that the man had evaded the attack, KB landed upon the roof and stumbled forwards. His sword came down and gouged the rooftop as he regained his footing, stopping himself just short of topping over the opposite edge. With a sigh he turned and walked back to the edge of this new rooftop, then looked down to search for Eric.
Deja vu.
Gauging the distance, KB shrugged and reached out with his free hand. As he lifted his open hand the street below swelled in five different points, a star pattern forming with Eric at its center. The vampire smiled and formed a fist, causing the points to erupt. The crude roadway split and poured forth hordes of centipedes and other assorted, vile insects. The stinging and biting swarms roiled up into pillars, bugs heaped upon one another until nearly solid chunks.
"Destroy him." KB commanded simply, turning away from the edge dismissively. His eyes scanned the horizon of dilapidated buildings. The centipede swarms would converge towards Eric, aiming to engulf him in their combined masses. Their hum was a distant thing in the back of his mind, their constant chitter a lullaby. Eric was an afterthought as he considered the city in front of him. It was glowing with the presence of thousands of living beings. In time, he could extinguish every single one of them.
Tightening his grip on Fright-Bringer, KB brought the weapon down on his opposite arm. The flat of the blade impacted the uru plate with a harsh clang, causing no damage. There came after however a flash of lightning, an arc of pure energy leaping from the sword to the armor. The enchanted blade would strike the armor again, and again. A masochistic endeavor at a glance.
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KB raised his hand, the ground bulged, and once more Fearix moved. It's not like the ground bulging up was a natural occurrence in any place, and while it seemed that KB did have some type of ranged attack, it wasn't what Fearix expected. Normally when Fearix saw bulging ground he expected pillars of earth, or molten lava, or maybe even spouts of water. Not a bunch of bugs, which actually posed almost no real threat. He had wasted energy, energy that he could afford to waste now, but might regret later. It would be another psionic charge that would send him sailing up and back wards carrying him 90 feet up and an additional 80 feet to the right of the swarm. His form once more becoming suspended in the air, his gaze shifting over the to swarm of insects and then to KB who had turned his back to him.
Now at this point the psionic tendrils were no longer pulling particulates into the sphere, instead psionic energy began to layer itself on the sphere and condense down. The diameter of the sphere dropping down to a mere 1/8 of an inch with an additional three feet worth of psionic energy layering across it. The super condense sphere which had originally been black was beginning to glow, the white hue which flowed from it gradually becoming more and more intense.
Now what about KB? As Fearix hovered there, the swoosh of flapping wings would catch his attention. A single psionic tendril would dart out in the general direction of the sound, grasping wildly at the source. He felt it, feathers crushed in wards, bones gave away, Fearix pulled the object toward and around him. It was a bird.... probably weighed around five lbs, so it was decent in size. With no additional thought, because it simply seemed natural to him, the tendril shot forward with the bird in hand. It accelerated tirelessly toward KB, and when it entered his super cool anti-psionics field, it dissipated. BUT the solid mass of the bird was still there, and it was still hurling at him! Needless to say it was just a bird, but any object that was traveling at 450 ftps would probably hurt at least a little on impact!
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The bugs well... the bugs couldn't do shit. The guy flew away from them, far enough away that they didn't even know he existed anymore. Wriggling forms poured over one another and caused the congregation to shuffle aimlessly. Was he over here? Was he over there? Did we eat him already? The bugs sure as hell didn't know the answers to those questions, and KB wasn't listening. The vampire's brow twitched in irritation as the knowledge of Eric's escape came trickling in.
"Very well." He said to himself, sighing as he clanged his sword against his arm once more. The dull sound was followed by another snap, the scent of ozone filling the air around him. "You're free to-"
WHACK!
KB stumbled forwards one step, then looked over his shoulder. A couple of feathers were drifting down to the ground and the back plate of his armor was stained red. What might have once been a bird was now a mixture of shattered bone and gore that looked sort of like a spent paintball. Amusement banished annoyance and caused the vampire to chuckle as he caught sight of Eric once more.
What the fuck.
Repeating the earlier motion one last time, KB regarded Eric coolly. His left arm was almost glowing with pent up energy, the uru plates there snapping with a static charge. It obscured the usual color of the allow beneath a haze of white and blue. An energy in constant motion, the electric fuzz seemed to writhe against its restraints.
"I am tired of your games." He admonished, waving the point of the sword in the way a mother might her finger.
Another out come that had not been expected, in all honesty Fearix had expected KB to sidestep, maybe turn around and cut the bird up, or at least something along those lines. Didn't vampires have super hearing? Super hearing definitely couldn't be ruled out, but now there was at least the possibility that Fearix wasn't completely inferior existed. But then again the nature of the information really didn't provide him with any advantage, and it wasn't worth trying to test.
The orb which had now long sense turned into a glowing sphere of white, about 1mm in diameter, traveled up wards. Fearix's mouth opened, his head tilted forward, and a single tendril ushered the small ball past his lips. Immediately his maw closed and his Adams apple shifted positions as he made the swallowing motions. A few seconds afterward, a bump would form upon his back. His pale skin bulged outward, it cracked, it bleed, and then tore apart. From the now gapping hole a wing shot out, the feathers, skin, and bone of the limb pushing through his shirt and jacket, ripping them into. Obsidian and scarlet feathers, now coated in blood, fell casually to the ground. Related events? From KB's perspective maybe. Fearix had an orb, he ate the orb, and he grew a wing. It would no doubt be sound logic, but not all perceived correlations are correct. IE something about the number of pirates decreasing over the years in conjunction with the climb in temperatures, so the decline in pirates caused global warming.
With his close now a tattered mess, and a single wing protruding from his back, the Titan no longer appeared to have any qualms with entering into KB's field's range. This becoming evident as he drifted forward, moving steadily closer to his foe.
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KB would wait with renewed patience as his opponent approached. Mentally he sketched out the roof he was on, keeping in mind its dimensions. Squaring his footing, facing Eric, he lifted his sword and held it in front of him, the blade angled across his chest. This comfortable stance saw his left hand back and out to the side, still crackling with the accumulated energy from before. A close-lipped smile was the only indication of the vampire's thoughts or feelings. This time, Eric would be forced to make the first move.
It was now or never.
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Fearix continued to move, gradually decreasing the distance, as if he were still buying time, still forming something. Maybe he was letting the before mentioned charged of energy grow and alter, or maybe not. But there was something obviously stewing within his mind. Some great plan that would ultimately bring about his foe's destruction. Leather boots kissed the roof top, of another building, the building which KB had originally placed himself on. And like KB had he placed himself within the center of the building. A genuine smile moved slowly over his lips, the color draining quickly from them, his skin which had seemed darker quickly becoming milky, and while his fingers which had been concealed within gloves were of course still hidden were under going a change themselves. This change only becoming evident when metallic tips slowly pushed their way through the edges of the gloves.
His gaze stayed focused on KB, gray lips parted, he moved to speak. Nothing came from his voice, his eyes closed briefly as he blinked, and when they opened the blue irises had become a Maelstrom of blue, yellow, and green. Was all of this change a result of the additional energy intake?
Fearix had no notion of KB's intent of staying on the building, in fact he assumed that if he stalled too much the undead would probably leap into the air and attack him. That would be counter productive to his plan. His single wing swung forward like a blade, it's edges effortlessly slicing through the air. As it passed in front of him, numerous feathers would dislodge from their poofy next, and rocket through the air. With every few feet that they traveled, numerous untold amounts of ambient energy and matter were assimilated into their forms.
Moments later they would strike their target, the building which KB stood upon. The same building which Fearix had stood upon, the building which he had noted for its instability. The bombardment of feathers would strike the wall which faced him, it would strike along the roof moving toward KB, past KB, around KB, and maybe a few would even hit KB. The point though, was that a series of explosive, highly dense feathers, would cause the structural integrity of the building to fail, and hopefully bring the whole damn thing down.
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