Participants: Solange Scarletti vs Roku
Area Info: Veera
Fight!
Participants: Solange Scarletti vs Roku
Area Info: Veera
Fight!
Outside of the city, the teal swirls of mana brought about a single body through the warp gate and a clean-cut, cloaked figure stepped off and looked about slowly. The guard there turned to him and nodded, "Sir. Welcome to Veera." The soldier gave the man a quick look-over without making any assessments initially. The Rezonian turned to the man and nodded softly, though he felt speaking to lowly ranked individuals tedious and somewhat boring, as they had nothing really to do with themselves or be -- they just were.
"I'm here for the tournament." Roku said crisply.
The man seemed to be taken back by this and nodded more than twice, "Certainly. They're expecting you on the west side of the city. About a five minute walk straight in. Can't miss it, as they've opened up a huge area for you two." Without a word or notion, Roku bypassed the soldier and continued on his way toward the western area of this place. As he walked, Roku's head remained low, and his mind reaching out, mapping the city as he went and feeling out the buildings and patrons, whose anticipation seemed to be incredibly riled.
Minutes later, he stepped into an area that looked to be the city center and was a rather large space. Possibly for conventions or other community gatherings, the area was a good quarter mile in radius it seemed by itself, and was most likely covered in bazaar shops and hustlers, when something significant like this tournament was going on. Roku's primary thing was to get through this stupid tournament, because he wanted to see Missy again. And if anything happened to her, while being stuck here ... there would be more hell to pay than anyone would ever expect or know.
Upon entering into the arena, Roku merely took stance and waited for his opponent to approach, unknowing of who it would be. He rolled his shoulders beneath the thick black cloak that hid his frame entirely. Shrugs and shoulder rolls would loosen him up for what would be coming, and the agglomeration of inertia ensued, lulling throughout his body and filling wells. Being a Rezonian, Roku's mind was ever-exercised and strong, never dulling or becoming complacent because of his lack of sight. He seemed to always be alert, having no others to watch his back or see for him.
* Exercise and Preparation
*The Collar
Solange eyed the little collar carefully, staring with large, widened eyes. It was ugly; it was beyond ugly. It looked hideous! Why the hell did she have to wear one of these?! It pretty much meant she was dead, no guy on this planet would date her if she wore this?! Sure, she may look like a high class whore with her black corset fashioned by diamonds, and her blue jacket that encompassed her tiny form! She looked dazzling without the collar!
Now though it just seemed the world was ending, the death of her body and soul! She feigned distressed, dramatically placing a hand to her head.
“Excuse me miss, are you done?” The strange guy looked at her with obvious discomfort.
“Uhm... Yeah. Thanks.” She patted the strange hobo in the town square of Veera.
With quick strides she walked into the set grounds, provided for her by the nice man who told her where to go. She already knew where to go; she didn't need some little dude, who probably HAD nothing better to do than direct women, direct HER. Sexist little punk.
She huffed as she moved farther ahead into the center of the town, entering what looked like the battleground. Giving a glance here and there, she didn't see any opponents. the collar seemed to radiate something ambiguous, and SHE figured the opponent must be here somewhere. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she tilted her head, and removed her cloak. She laid it aside on the railings of a random shop, and pulled her gloves on.
A smile formed on her soft lips as she rested her attention on one of the strange outcasts that also seemed to be here. Her fist clenched tightly, her demeanor changed. A flowing source of dark will rushed along her body.
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The Rezonian never took a step, never lifted his head, and didn't make any notion of the woman even entering into the arena. He stood in silence, merely shuffling beneath the cloak, however it's heavy nature drooping around his gaunt frame gave no indication of what was happening beneath. His new hair cut looked pretty damn handsome though! Short and spiked, straight from the barber to Muhir, and now this woman would be the first to see it, and yet he wouldn't even look at her. In fact, she stood behind Roku by nearly thirty feet.
Turning slowly, the man lifted his head and as he faced Solange, Roku's brilliant amber eyes flicked open and were pulsing softly as they shifted from their bronze hue to a brighter, more illuminated tone. The energy accumulating within him -- the bonding of the two souls within, his brother Edwin, and now soul-friend, Shouten -- their combination seemed to change and alter his entire signature persona. The spaces where the cloak peeked open, and around his neck and face only seemed to be growing brighter.
The energy that waked about the woman wasn't of any concern to him, as the expressionless face showed no signs of care. He gave the woman a gentle nod in respect and then a gloved hand emerged from the cloak. It unsnapped the iron chain from across the clavicles of the yak fur and it sluffed to the ground around the young man, revealing an ivory armor that draped his frame, and his hands were tucked into gloves that looked three sizes too big, with brilliant orange orbs glowing with energy upon the forehands.
With a light bow, his hands spread to his right and left side. The energy now apparent as his body was vibrantly glowing with an aura of a pale periwinkle surrounding his entire frame. The wells within his legs increased, enhancing his speed greatly -- the Pride of Shouten added a flare of crimson which spun a helix about the young Rezonian's physique. As he bowed, five flickers came from within him, ebbing away from his body to spread out slowly. Soul shards each with their own hue and about the size of a pen in length, and ten fold the girth.
*The Battle I
Solange remained steadfast in her position within the center of the town, or whatever it may be. She lifted her fingers up to slide past her violet and obsidian locks, pushing them from her view. The thirst for battle growing within her body, excitement rushing through her veins. This was the Valkyrie burning within, the call for battle an insatiable pull that she would never get over. She flashed the being a quiet smile, still completely unaware if this was the target. The collar hummed in the presence of the figure, which should have been a good indication that this was the right target.
It wasn't until the male turned around that she met her opponent, those eyes – they urged for battle. She had not been particularly into fighting tournaments, mainly because she rather not get her hands dirty. She would much rather use magic over anything else, but alas, her true power is completely banned in this world known as Valucre. For a moment, she just stared at her opponent. The dark construct was already building around her body, shifting and placing their natural barriers, reaping the feeble energy and melding it to her will.
Once the armor had finally constructed itself, the will of dark finally dispersed away. Solange had taken form within her violet battle armor. The Heroic Phantasm now boosted her capabilities, but she lowered them to a certain percentage. She had to ensure she'd be safe when she so was heavily locked down in the given area. Smiling softly to her opponent when he gave the nod of respect, she did as well. She would just stare at him, even if her eyes were focusing upon something else. The abundance of mana lofted in the area, the natural form of energy in the universe.
“Hello, stranger. My name is Solange Scarletti.”
The elemental dark took hold again, this time just a natural phenomenon of her armor. It gave off the darkness that surrounded her, though not in its final form. She remained smiling toward her opponent, ensuring this was for fun or business. There was no interest in killing this man, as she had not been ordered.
How should she test this man's capabilities? Lifting her right hand, the gauntlet of her armor would glow for a second. A bright light within the mass of dark flared and then dimmed out. Above Roku with time to dodge, a pillar of light would slam down toward him.
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She smiled. She spoke. The filtration of kinetic energy from her voice to his ears deemed her name, what she had currently called herself and while it was a bizarre name, Roku gave her the benefit of the doubt and then spoke softly, "Roku..." It was all she needed to know and to hear, for if she didn't know the name already ... she soon would.
The initiation of the glow upon the gauntlet would signal to the master psion that her attack was in approach. The Mind's Eye suddenly blinked like a beacon behind his eyes and the notification of the attack was upon his brain like Morse code, tapping into an urgent message. With his speed amplified, and her now in this armor -- he wanted to see just how strong it was.
In seconds, he'd taken off from his current position; Roku raced across the ground, using Celerity as he did. His speed would have been sudden, as no indications were given and within a blink of an eye, he would easily cross the [thirty feet] between them. With balled fists, glowing with the power of the Rezonian orbs channeled a potent psionic force through the orbs and manifested like twin blades of energy from the knuckles of the balled gloves.
They grew to be nearly a foot in the time that it took for him to cross the thirty foot distance, which would have been so fast, that one wouldn't have even had the time to spell out Tellus Mater, let alone gasp as his arms -- which were coming in from the right and the left, as his stance was prior to the dash, now aimed to cleave into this woman an her armor. The gloves physical power alone, would easily crush her, however due to the nature of her armor -- they might be severed by the psi-blades -- they might even remain intact, but batter her innards into jelly, if not cleaved in twain.
Shouten's crimson glow ebbed about the man, boasting his incredible speed with a pride unseen. The flare of energy seemed to be for nothing but speed and the creation of blades, and as such, was blinding. The shards flitted about the arena slowly. Their crystalline figures nearly masked with the backgrounds behind them like little elemental pieces of glass, taking up the four corners around the combat zone by forty feet and then one overhead of Roku.
**The Battle II
It was when her hand was brought down that Roku had seemed to take off and close the distance between them. As he used Celerity to advance toward her, the innate of her armor kicked in. Registering the speed as the opponent continued forward with his attack. Her eyes flickering to when he struck down with his ability, she continued the registration, no matter how inhuman the attack was. Their sights and speeds would match like the unstoppable force vs the immovable object in a collision of null.
This allowed her to quickly roll to the right, her body rolling against the ground to avoid any further conflict up close. She lifted her left hand, another flare of white light formed within her palm. The color of her eyes flickered to a sea blue as her armor turned from violet to white. The will of dark around her body changed, becoming a translucent white shell around her body. This built the translucence higher, powering her ability further.
Whilst Roku may still be wondering where she had went from avoiding his attack, she cast the will of her energy down upon him before he had time to register the events taking place. A pillar of twilight five feet in diameter would slam down upon him with force, enough to end the fight.
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She was wily, apparently -- being able to most so fast and do a number of things at once. Throwing attacks left and right, while still managing to maintain some semblance of armor creation, and all the while spending her energy on useless tactics that did her no good. It mattered not, because in the end, she wouldn't be as confident ad she was in the status quo.
Continuing through with his motions, Roku's arms came to the front of him as his speed continued on. The Mind's Eye never lost sight of the woman, as she was fairly within the realm of his sight, as was her attacks upon the Psion Warlord. Roku's feet would have already pushed off, and his entire body tucked into a roll, that his feet were pulled from, right as the pillar was coming down. He performed the roll flawlessly, tucking his arms and head and then standing as the completion of the vertical 360° ended, still running.
It was here that three and four had moved to, upon his mind-link command, and they formed a thin, horizontally-curved, kinetic wall, which Roku took a step upon and wall ran. It redirected him back toward the woman and he grinned softly, having moved so swiftly now that he was coming at her back. He'd only run a total of thirty feet or so to get to her, and then passing her, would have been another ten feet, so the spin back around and re-approach would have been something close to an extra fifteen feet which all added up to be fifty-five feet in traveled. The issue with this was his celerity speeds, even if having been matched, would still place the woman's back to him, and her left hand extended in a casting motion, by the time he'd arrived the second time.
Extending his fingers, Roku released another wave of energy from his digits that were like tiny beams of energy. As his fingers flicked open from the fist, all ten would flick off an aeroblade that would connect to it's like-finger on the other hand. Creating four waves of flying blades that were each parallel to the ground, spaced by about a foot apart and whisking at the woman from just feel away. The [pinky] blades being only a foot from the ground, and so on, to the thumbs, each separating and being roughly a six foot length and growing with their passing. Being very narrow and tensile strong, the distance they would travel was roughly twenty feet before they would dissipate and by then, would have grown to ten feet in length.
High above, the translucent shard began to glow softly, as well as the lower four, as they tracked the battle, giving Roku an additive set of eyes.
**The Battle III
Once again the same tactic, this was getting old. Even this time as he moved, she was disappointed when the blast didn't connect. Though she didn't wait this time, figuring he had something sly up his sleeves. The moment he was already moving toward her, she gave a deep sigh. She was quick as well, her own hand slamming down into the piece of earth. She had only one idea in mind, an earth shield. It would protect her and allow her to sink beneath the ground.
It wasn't till he was in her blind spot, that she changed her mind. She could feel the flex of energy, her aura being distinctive. The world made a slight shift, the environmental energy had grown massive when he had disappeared from her sight.
Fuck it, I need to get on my legs! She cursed as she rolled forward.
Using one of her own manipulations, she grasped a handful of the earth beneath her. There was an explosion of power as she rolled further forward. Behind her a massive slab of concrete shot up behind her, taking the brunt of the following attack. She somersaulted upwards and planted onto her two legs, and began to back away, holding the distance away.
Damn it, she needed room. More room than he was allowing her, she began to move quickly along the street. The energy glowing as she siphoned some of the left over remains of their power in the air, duplicating her form of power. The armor had changed from white back to violet, her speed increasing as she weaved around through till enough space had left her radar.
There had to be a way to take the offensive, she gave a low grumble. She halted her movement, turning her body quickly to see if he had followed.
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Roku's advanced would stop pretty much instantly as his boredom grew to phenomenal levels. The woman was magically able to match his speed, and still dodge, even though she had taken enough time to sigh. Enough time to move. To gather up dirt. To do all of these things, and still somehow live. It was now fact that she was surely over powered for this battle, able to match ability and talented speed with no preparations, what-so-ever. And now throwing around concrete barriers, as if they would have saved her from something that could have easily wrapped around it and still cleaved her into pieces.
The Rezonain stood still, boredly watching the woman run about the open space, as if she was incognito. She couldn't hide from his mind, and yet still she tried. And as she did, the shard high up in the sky, nearly fifty feet up just tracked her form, and the other four followed upon command.
Roku crossed his arms. He would wait for her to decide when she wanted to die, by coming back instead of running, because he didn't really have the time for this bullshit. Missy was in trouble and this woman was obviously in, way over her head, and now she was fleeing, as if it was going to save her.
Joyous.
~The Battle IV
Her evasion was under circumstance, due to the over extremity of his abilities. This gave her every right of following suit, especially when she was only trying to defend herself. If he wanted to point out how she could do the same. It was a mere coincidence, or the fact that they were not equals. It didn't matter she had the advantage if one could look at it from her view.
As she took the sight of his crystals in, none of them seemed prep and only followed the spiel of this own innate. She gave a light grin, wondering why he relied on them so much. Was it because they brought him power? In her observations, she had seen them continue to accumulate, eyes fell upon one of them.
What would happen if it was destroyed? She could sacrifice the build up, it wouldn't matter at this point. This fight had become dead, she didn't bother lifting her hand. Her focus remained on him from afar, her eyes on the crystals. Could they move with the same precision and speed?
Let's see.
Her left hand slid behind her as the fingers rubbed together, her eyes remained beside one of his personal crystals. The fingers continued to create friction, as her eyes focused. Finally bringing her left hand out, she built one of her charges into it. Aiming precision and speed, creating their meeting point. A beam of charged energy rushed towards one of the crystals.
If the blast did connect, it would destroy one of the crystals with sheer force alone, the charge was back up, in case it had an uninitiated defense.
Highly doubtful that the "sheer force" could destroy one of the crystallyss shards, as that would be completely out of this fight's power limits, and as such, one might find themselves disqualified. Instead Roku merely watched with amusement. She allowed herself to be where it was; she allowed herself to be trapped and now it came to the end of the game.
They had surrounded her, on all four sides and with the one above, each connected to the next. The pyramid's unseen lines reached to the next, and the next, until she was within the dome and all of this would have happened within the time frame of her attack, before she'd even launched off. Celerity affected the being, and therefore the soul shards as well. Their own energy seemed to reverse itself to the energy inbound, like reversing the polarity of the inertia. Much like magnetism, the affect would be incredible.
Her attack inbound, would be resisted with extreme prejudice and returned to her, with more velocity than it had started, with such the hateful shove that it was given. If her attack was as powerful as she claimed, it would return to her, with a bounce of chaos in it's step. The energy would have come too close to the barrier, and in turn created an anomaly or change, to the polarity itself, leaving it an uncontrollable mess, rebounding back at Solange.
As it did, the barrier shrunk with the return fire, forcing the energy to move faster back at her, while keeping her contained within a kinetic press that she couldn't escape from, having allowed herself to be surrounded by the shards alone. They would be floating low to the ground, as not to allow her to roll beneath them, and if she'd come into contact with them, the kinetic thrust would be something like a pinball machine, bouncing from wall to wall, until her own attack collapsed in on her.
The barrier had closed in to within ten feet, the radius being Solange, herself...
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**The Battle V
So be it. Let them come.
She had not been aware of the pyramid closing in on her, would have never allowed herself to become trapped within such a simple ability. She'd have to keep this in mind later on in the future. Of course she would have a future. When her attack had gone off, and magically without a single prep pushed into it, the crystals were able to absorb her attack and act like some little green haired girl she once saw on tv, and be able to reproduce the attack right back onto her.
It was laughable really when the attack came back onto her, she had absorbed her final prep. Allowing her soul to become split with the binds of reality and the immaterial world. This ended her judgment as quickly as it was created. When Darkest Hour was manifested upwards, the crystals would continue their silly pyramid head game of repeating her attack.
Though this no longer mattered as soon as the cloak took over her body.
The collar then signaled her dead when she split the connection. Then she pushed her hand away. An electric magnetic field whirled the crystals away from her body.
Once she was rid of those incessant damn things, the collar healed her back to full, she lifted her head to flip back her hair. Sliding her hand up to grasp the circular choke, she tugged it off and discarded it. Allowing Roku to be the victor. Giving a gentle nod to him, and bowing slightly. She turned her back away, the armor dissipated from her body as she walked off into the shadows of the unknown.
Reaching behind her as if looking for something, the coat she wore there flipped off the cart and landed in her hand.
Back to Elohim.
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. J33f (1/20/2011 9:44:13 PM): Have you ... even ...
. J33f (1/20/2011 9:44:16 PM): read Roku's CS?
corporal.parody (1/20/2011 9:44:22 PM): >> was I supposed to?
--The battle started the same day, six hours later.
The a simple reverse polarity, the woman had defeated herself. It was really as simple as taking two magnets that were negative to positive, and then flipping one around, until they were negative to negative, thus began to push away from one another. While the physics might have been more in depth, the overall ease was not outside of the realms of kinetics, for a Master Psion. The Rezonian were bred for combat, on an unseen level -- hence the title of the Unseen Shield.
The barrier collapsed and the shards returned to float about their master, glowing softly and pulsing with random shades and hues, as the chirped and quibbled to Roku. He grinned and nodded softly, giving a wave of his hand as to say, 'See ya' to the woman, but his mind told the shards that it was too easy, and they all buzzed softly, their symbiotic chittering and giggling causing their shades to brighten.
Roku awaited to see what would happen next. Once resurrected, she gathered her things. The collar departed. And she left, and he allowed her to walk off. He then would wait to see what happened next. If he was given a location, or if something magical were to happen, to direct him elsewhere.
Solange Scarletti is defeated. Roku advances.
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