Kenny Fight

Kenny 1:

Storm clouds roiled in a tumultuous sky, clashing like the ebbing flowing of ocean waves against the setting eastern sun. Petrichor followed gentle raindrops, dampening the earth beneath a blackened sky of roaring thunder and blinding flashes of light thrashing about in a heavenly tantrum. The rain was light, only merely pattering against the grass; but as the heavens thundered and roared louder, so too did the rain lash out in violent fits. Soon enough, the sky wept in a torrential downpour, saturating everything in it’s wake. Fangs of lightning lashed out along the clouds, followed by the growl of rolling thunder. At first, they were sporadic and unruly, until over time their flashes merged and coalesced; until in the heavens in a single stroke gleamed alight as swords of roaring plasma formed into the titanic head of a dragon; and in that same moment it was gone. A foreboding omen of what was to come.

Silhouettes filled the horizon; an ocean of black figures plastered against the massive orange orb like obsidian forming over a pool of molten metal. The horizon was filled with them, the earth trembling at the combined lockstep of ten thousand marching soldiers; their war drums and battle-chants matching the thunder in their furious intensity like the hammer-blows of a vengeful god. His name fell from their lips, echoing across the sky with the weight and power it meant to them. A thousand banners raised amid their ranks, bearing the sigils of ancient noble houses and warrior lodges older than the earth they stood on. Though, these banners paled in comparison to those few raised higher than the rest, depicting a setting red sun with rays split and serrated like the scales of a dragon.

Heavy rain pattered furiously against their armor, the air filled with the incessant dinging noise of water splashing against the ornate stygian plates fastened to their broad and powerful forms. The wind howled and billowed, carrying his whispers aloft on a hot breeze that blew mortal men away. The wind changed directions with every moment, and the rain followed as the sky churned into a titanic storm-spial. The gigantic formation halted half a kilometer away from the field of battle, slamming down their final step followed by the ends of their banners in a thunderous quake. Their banners flapped violently in the every-changing winds, yet they stood like statues of black marble; chiseled to a dark perfection and immovable as the mountains themselves.


Empyrean light illuminated from above the eye of the tempest, marked by a massive descending pillar of prismatic light that surged downward in a rumbling, otherworldly scream; the power of the Axiom made manifest in the physical world once more. From the downward torrent emerged a titanic creature; it’s massive body clad in rock-like scales that formed crags as if the terrifying beast had been birthed from the blackened pits of primordial earth. Rivulets of molten metal dripped from the mythical creature’s form to scour the earth beneath; simmering into steam upon the falling rain. Three massive, tusk-like mandibles jutted out from it’s spiked, armored face, and upon seeing the boy it raised it’s head in an earth-sundering roar like the amalgamation of a tyrannosaurus rex and a wooly mammoth. It’s name was Dragaliscanor; the Primordial Aegis, cousin to legendary Oroboros.

More notable even than Dragaliscanor was it’s rider, the one that the stalwart army had heralded upon his arrival. Long, snow white locks drifted upwards as if he were submerged underwater; floating aloft elegantly even as the wind screamed and tore away at the earth. His head held a twisted crown of black metal that jutted with six horns, all curving and branching out at their own odd and disfigured angles which had been decorated in ornate rings of gold and silver. This crown doubled as his helm, protecting the sides of his face, and running down the length of the bridge of his nose. A deep amber jewel embedded within it’s center; the fury of the Warsoul burning bright within the shimmering stone that adorned his grotesquely magnificent crown-helm.

His broad, herculean physique was clad in a stygian armor fashioned in the likeness of his volcanic home. Plates like that of blackened obsidian and molten slag fastened to his powerful musculature, reinforced with a layer of fiber bundles and cables of an exotic living metal to match the twitches of his tendons and augment his prodigal strength. Bone-like protrusions jutted from his pauldrons and gauntlets, hewn from the bones of dragons and fastened into his warplate like trophies he could use as weapons. The tattered banner of that setting sun draped around his waist as well, fastened by an ornate buckler in the shape of a dragon’s head; studded with rare jewels and the embedded teeth of No’shami; the former Red Rider. His skin was a deep silver; eyes like the molten core of worlds peered from his stoic, brooding visage. He flickered a glance toward the adversary, before finally dismounting from his mythical steed.

He leapt from Dragaliscanor, jetfire burning behind him as he thrust himself to the ground in a sudden shift of upward momentum to smash into the earth; shattering Gaia’s flesh beneath his feet and reducing the crater he formed into a pool of molten slag. Clawed sabatons dug deep into the molten earth, drinking deep of the primordial ooze from the blackest depths of the earth. He rolled his shoulders, allowing a heavenly golden energy to crackle off the silhouette of his form as he extended his right arm to his side. Embers swirled about his fingertips, bleeding into streams of lava that coalesced into the form of a long spear; still glowing with extreme heat as his clawed fingers wrapped around the young, fresh metal.

The massive pillar of prismatic light vanished; and with it, his steed. The sky dimmed again into the billowing tempest, and a deep breath flowed from the crevice of his lips. The nearly seven-foot tall warrior stood roughly twenty feet from where his challengers were expected to arrive. He’d offer his words first; his voice a low growl, deep and raspy like the sound of metal grinding against gravel. “You will be the first.” He pointed toward the sky, brandishing the glowing orange tip of his armament.
His name is Apollonir Dracothoion;

He is the Warbreaker
The Sunfang of Iradesh
Mystic of the Volcanic East
The Prometheus of Resistance.

Zintho 1:
Downpour drenched the soil as thunder tore the sky. One crude, one violent ,and between them a breaking wind howled and tugged at the cloth and the weaker materials having its way with them. Cumulating to pain a picture of unrest. Scenes which made women hide their heads under their sheds,and even once drowned the last cries of men butchered in lands so far away. Tear away the cracking of lightning and you have a mighty drizzle. Do the same with the mighty drizzle you have thunder in daylight. Only both,or 3 of them, made sense together in this part of the world.

To complete the magnum opus of nature,some unnatural things were added to the painting. Hundreds of those things weighed down on the earth with their banners to vanity raised high and mighty. So grand of an army that the eyes of the beholder couldn't help but stare in awe even if only for a simple heartbeat.

And yet still it was not enough as the assumed rawness of the setting was entirely removed by the advent of a glorious display of light as if commanded by the Words of the Gods themselves in their everlasting joy. The light hurled out a creature unknown to the beholder,who was named Lucario, and he stood there pondering the events which unfolded. Lazy yellow-gold eyes staring blankly ahead as the waters from the sky above hit his face to do nothing in the ways of getting his attention.
He stood drenched in rain never mind barraged by the wind that had his white hair waver to and fro, doing so in almost sync with the fur on his cloak and cloak itself. He had nearly pale skin, a not-so-muscular build and an overall absent presence. But here he was...
The Blue Alchemist.
Showing no intention of giving way in mind nor in act.
He focus on the rider of this titan,taking note first of this crown that also doubled as a helm. A gallantly designed crown for a gallant wearer. The armor and the sigil also caught his eye as did everything he hasn't studied extensively. The boy was heralded as a bookworm albeit the word was not explicitly used. He was more of a travelling Academic. A collector of knowledge of lands far and near. Instinct told him to breathe and brace his shoulders in response to both the weather and the expressive landing of this noble man.

A spear was conjured by the royal giant. In response, Lucario just sighed and the warm breath mixed with the cold air for a brief instant creating steam which was carried away as quickly as it came.
"You will be first!"

"Thank you,your grace. But I must turn down your generous offer..." he replied wryly with a low, unenergized voice. Right hand went up to brush against his white hair, bringing into view a red runic scar burnt onto his backhand. It flashed and ceased in the blink of an eye. The water on him turned into steam and vanished. His clothes were dry once more,so that the rain can start to wet him all over again. The other hand turned and palm was exposed and with a murmur a black book with all but empty pages flicked into place hand those gold eyes fell upon them.

Ariya 1:
The sky roiled in discomfort as the storm raged like the assembling warriors would soon mimick. As above, so below: a principal the coming goddess of evolution recognized and previously embodied. The sky clapped several times in repeated succession over the position of the first of the army's opposition. From the sky dropped only a piece of the goddess's soul to the weakened ground. As rain washed the ground, the strength of the earth was compromised and only held together by the weak roots of the grass.
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A large armored character fell through the storm and landed on the ground on it's back. Weighing only 30 grams, this knight in scorched armor with a melted crown climbed to it's feet with a coiled flaming sword in it's right hand. To escape the harsh wind, aether channeled from it's independent soul formed from Nihilis anchored it's footsteps to the ground and let it walk unfazed. For this form she once took, she became known as the Fortress of the East. But this was not Nihilis, only a creation separated from herself by the willpower she used to command Blackflame and soul. Taking it's position in front of Lucario and ten feet from Apollonir, the seven foot tail knight stared down the oppressors with ruby eyes inside the dark helmet. Torn red cloth draped it's waist and shoulders and burned like it's eyes.

The aether in the Knight's feet entangled with the life energy in the earth and kept it grounded while it moved into position. Soul flared up to will an aura around the armored body from the soul made of white flames to defend against attacks and purify energy attacks. This fire extended over it's coiled sword, but didn't make the rain sizzle when they made contact. Entail, the rain actually fell through the Knight's body from the start and hit the ground or so it seemed. Using it's own soul to bend light around it,it took the appearance of the Nobody to trick even the analytical eye.

Drawn by the gathering of an army, Nihilis Empyreus Bellator came to aid mortal kind in their battle against the oppression. Standing inside a shield of the storm cloaked in Blackflames, she ignored the storm as any energetic attacks to her were overloaded and consumed by charged conceptual information against it; this applied to biological contact, too. She had arrived by moving the divine part of her soul from her starting location to here. After that, the other bodies followed, totaling five: physical, mental, spiritual, divine, and Anathemic. Each of these bodies had connections to the associated planes that she could draw from using willpower, but because of the nature of the Blackflame, her presence was entirely hidden from detection and presented a dead zone to sensory while cloaked in it with a hood and all. The only time she could be detected was when her hand separated the knight. If she even had to journey out of the storm, she would come with a sword.

To fuse her soul with the Blackflame, she offered her eyes and became the darkest soul filled with the secrets of the immortals. She couldn't physically see, but through the other planes, she could sense energies, bodies and surroundings which gave her an edge on people. From her solidified "air" in the sky on which she stood on Blackflames, she could see everybody like there wasn't even a storm.

Gasper 1:
| Chaos Knight |
Tremolous roars of varying audibility tear through the peaceful heavens, shreading whatever peace that once existed in nothing but disposable waste. Currents of electric visibly coursing through the inky dark massess shedding innumerable tears of sorrow and agony like a child whose parents were found dead. There simply was no stop. Mother earth trampled upon with simply no care by a mass gathering of unworthy fellows, it was like an abomination, denting the fragile skin of Gaia just to bring about an exquisite entrance.

Gloomy haze travels across the land, moving silently like a predator seeking a prey to devour, lurking urgently under the disguise of a black cloud until manifesting as a sentient humanoid being six feet behind the alchemist or otherwise known as Lucario. There was someone no a beast that towered over all of them, like a supreme commander the figure stood erect and tall with his jagged armour. With the crown on his head it wouldn't be farfetched to say he was their king. Their ruler.

Gasper Carsten found this amusing for a second, against the armoured giant and his army were few other present individuals. Strangers one could say, this was easy to see through due to the lack of interaction between them, their sturdy gaze said a lot.
A sinister smile adorns his countenance, his lips stretching far to the side of his faces only to withdrawn back to its original position. Pale fingers motioned under the supreme command of an arm, a knight dressed in tattered black kimono revealing a long sleeve ebony shirt. Locking unto the hilt of a katana fashioned from an enigmatic material superior to what mankind have to offer were his fingers, grasping the body of the hilt tightly and exercising dominance. During this, a phenomenon was set to occur, the shallow will of mother earth overwritten with a more superior one, dominating flawlessly. The link was made in a way that foreign energies or bodies would be incapable of connecting to him by breaching the link created, energy only flowed outwards from him and not into.

There was a brief pause for about a second, his hand drawing out the once concealed sword out from the sheathe. The sword at least five feet long and curving inwards at a certain degree and inches, cumulated energy engulfs the bladed part of the sword. Black in hue but still having a state like it was matter and in this case gaseous, growing immensely and developing even more as time goes on. Emitting ominous feeling to foreign animate entities five meters away, those who are deemed as an ' ally ' are rid of the negative effect.

His prosaic perception were doubtable, against foes of this caliber and this vast in numbers it was reasonable to doubt his casual senses would suffice, without any needed prerequisites the ability to perceive both energy and I'll intent were bestowed on him. Whether it be a person inhabited with energies or ill intent or an inanimate thing, it wouldn't escape his senses. Drenched in the sorrowful tears of inky clouds, in conjunction with his senses the subconscious triggering of layers of energy was a precautionary act.

Keegan 1:

The world is crying, a darkness has enveloped a massive area upon the world, thunder and lightning fall from the skies as often as rain with a strange army of dark armored men walking beneath the over expanding storm. Legends have long told stories of invaders from other worlds, be they demon or human with these legends come stories of those who rise up against them. A mere second since the arrival of the humanoid known as Gasper, flew a five foot in diameter fire ball a foot off the ground , that traversed the land at incredible speed leaving a trail of flame and steam in it’s wake before it came to a stop by crashing 30 meters behind gasper producing a minor shockwave and a bright flash of gold and crimson flame that enveloped everything within a 20 yard radius of the fire ball, with crackling electricity escaping from the fire to strike the ground around the foot deep crater. Standing within this blazing hell, was a figure hidden behind crimson and gold flames, his eyes as red as blood with the hair color to match the male stepped forth from the crater made from his arrival. His body itself was enveloped in the fourth stage of matter within his control accompanied by electrical currents traveling a inch above his skin over his body, both perceivable by regular people and those capable of seeing through the veil to the spiritual realm. The man was a dark skinned male, whose flesh glistened from the otherworldly golden glow provided by the firey golden plasma aura that flickered in the rain with no sign of ceasing despite the heavy downpour, shoulder length ruby red locks descend from his scalp and flow along with the wind before gently resting along his lean and muscular form .
He donned a black double breasted silken trenchcoat whose flaps reached down to his knees, accompanied by a black pants made out of similar material whose ends were neatly tugged away into his black dragon scaled boots. The trench coat lay expanded and stretched upon his muscular form the result of four constantly active enchantments woven into the magic fabric itself. The trenchcoat expanded and gained a rubbery quality, this was due to two enchantments working in unison, the magic fabric naturally draws in it’s particles when subjugated to extreme heat becoming more dense in the process. The first enchantment elasticizes the fabric to not needlessly constrain the male, while the second enchantment expands the inner confines of the silk to allow more heat to enter within, in return allowing it to grow as dense as tungsten steel a density it would not normally approach without the two enchantments in play. The material was of course, far more lighter than the weighty metal not that it mattered considering the males species. Absorbing only 5% of the thermal energy released, the material expunged what ever was left to prevent disaster.
The third and fourth enchantments worked together, the third enchantment converted the expunged heat to mana and rid a centimeter upon the males form, this was where the fourth enchantment came into play as the fourth enchantment softened the produced mana to allow it to enter his spiritual body to fill the reserves of mana upon that plane

If the plasma and odd colored hair and eyes was not enough of a indication, this man was anything but human. This aura was the result of him connecting mind body and soul, like he has done so many times before and pulling metaphysical matter from each of the planes associated with the connections. The fourth stage of matter, burned on the mental/astral , physical and spiritual plane. He could control the intensity and heat of the plasma on both the metaphysical and physical planes, with the plasma on the physical plane burning at 6000c degrees, and climbing by 500c with each passing second. This figure, who now burned as hot as one of the inner layers of the sun was a demi god the result of a union between a mortal man and a sun goddess. His lineage brought with it a connection to fourth plane of existence the divine plane.
This granted him the ability to draw energy from the divine plane as well as the esoteric and physical aspects of his solar affinity given to him by birth right. Mythological and physical aspects of the sun , Two were currently active, his generation of plasma and control over electric currents by combination of force of will and electromagnetism, that made sure the random arches of lightning did not go off and strike his allies randomly, the other aspects relating to the sun were active but awaited command to manifest by force of will. His lineage provided several benefits to his body, his physical form was able to withstand high tempatures on the inside and outside of his body, as the cellular structure of his form did not deform nor suffer denaturation events under the presence of extreme heat. This combined with the fact, that as a demi god he did not need to breathe meant that the plasma could get as hot as he wished, with practically no ill affects on his person .
The aura upon his form, served as both his offense and multilayered defense upon three planes of existence. On the physical plane his usual lean and muscular form , had reacted to the aura by bulging up underneath the flexible fabric. This was the result of the metaphysical energy coursing throughout his body, enhancing and strengthening his bodily tissues and reinforcing his skeletal structure. This in turn increased his strength, he was already able to lift objects 750 times his 190lbs body weight with the introduction of aura this increased to being able lift upwards of 142 tons. The enhancements of the aura increased his durability granting him the ability to survive falls from great heights, and tank blows that could level city blocks. The aura on the physical realm also acted as a force field, around his form that protected him further from heavy attacks and projectiles. A benefit of this increase in strength and durability was the ability to react to attacks ranging from massively hypersonic to relevastic in speed with little strain upon his body.

The familiar sensation of mana, naturally traveling through the earth and air filled his soul with warmth, as on the spiritual plane his soul was used as a catalyst to draw in spiritual energy. the connection to the spiritual plane provided him with access to spiritual energy or speficially mana, that filled his soul before spreading throughout a invisible network of nerves existing within his spiritual body magic waiting to be used, and called upon, the large quantities was to much to be held within him alone, with half being ionized into spiritual plasma , and the other half serving to wrap around his form like a magic force field to defend him against attacks on that plane of existence.
The demi god observed, his allies with their various metaphysical energies that he could sense and see due to his connection to the mental/astral plane of existence that granted him a sixth sense, a pulse released from his soul through the four planes he connected to scanning for metaphysical concepts and energies before granting them each a color based on what was in use. This sense allowed him to identify what his opponents and allies were using as he gazed upon the armored male, with this sense reaching him to attempt to identify the metaphysical concepts or energies, with a focus on generality to identify what the energy around him was, as well if there was any hidden alternate energies around him and those of his army . This sense granted him the ability to see the quantity of the energy, its output and scanned everyone down to their souls. This connection to the mental plane also provided several enhancements one of which was a barrier made out of mental energy of the divine plane that provided him with protection, another was that he could manipulate objects he shrouds within his aura, this allowed him the capability to lift things as long as he as it wasn’t heavier than his maximum enhanced lifting strength. Another enhancement, provided was a increase in perception and speed of thought the demi god was now able to react and move to movements at massively hypersonic speeds at melee range. Already able to multi task in battle, this speed of thought allowed him to make several fast paced decisions. With a thought, force of will acted upon the plasma, aligning electrons upon his form, leading to his five left fingers on his left hand electricity arched and plasma pooled at the end of each finger at the size of a baseball, metaphysical plasma from the spiritual and physical plane combined with a infusion of mana to wrap around each of the balls of plasma, in preparation a process that occurred in but half a second. Another aspect was enhancement in his senses which he could use in battle should the need arise.

The demi god seemed to be armed with only his abilities, poking slightly out of his trenchcoat, was the handle of a magic gun while on his left hand was a golden ring that acted as a key to his arsenal of magical weaponry, he imagined the desired weapon and it manifested with a bright flash. His fingers wrapped around the golden hilt bottomed by a black rose pommel, and topped with a foot long cross guard, extending from which for 3 feet was a double edged ebony blade that started at a width of 4.5 inches width at the bottom and a 8mm spine. Originally belonging to his wife , the goddess of death amethyst . The sword was made with double cores of extra material placed strategically at both sides of the spin as well as the tip of the weapon. The sword was able to change shape by will of the user, for now it retained the shape of a European claymore. The weapon was made out of a metal called death iron, found in the depths of the underworld it rivaled mythical adamantine a metal long told to belong to the gods and heroes of old. The blade was strong enough to slice through materials like tungsten and adamantine with little effort. Unlike its mythical cousin, death iron required no outside enchantment as the metal itself carried a unique connection to the divine plane and passively drew it’s energies from it to wreath the blade in gold divine flames over the edges of the blade, granting it the ability of purification. The weapons control of these flames was extended to the wielder, connecting to his soul by a thin metaphysical thread upon it’s manifestation. Commanded by thought, and guided by will the flames spread upon his form from the sword, into the manifested plasma balls on his fingers imbedding the purification abilities into the plasma
with his defense and offense ready, the demi god but need wait for his enemy or allies to make a move upon eachother or his person, he intended to protect his allies should the need come.

Aethis 1:
Defiling carcasses from ruins of a home once fruitful to life, altercated and spat out the cursed corpus of a Lich, into infinity and realms beyond. Undying whispers from a haunted past, invaded the erratic corpse incessantly; biting, shrewdly jawing into the lost psyche & screwing sanity in patterns meant to lead one astray.
Perturbing factors, gowned the corse by a veil fabricated from tenebrous dismay. Such was how the undead endured circumstances groomed through uncertain ways. It lived in war, drank from chaos, dined with naught but Gehenna companions to share pains within, and baptized itself within waters of all things iniquitous.

Epochs raptured similar to night sky's submitting unto blissful brightness of daylight. Flesh had gradually manifested on the corse, and modified corporeal came alive on the undead's whole.
In hell it slept. Leaving watchful gazes upon lands new born to its ken. Armies marched, hailing unto one figure... all in a single accord. Mortal firmaments played to the usual music of cloudburst, backed up by thunderclaps from copious lightning bangs and roars.

Its awareness laid around the fief of conflict in wait, assaying betwixt all things comprehended by immortal eyes possessing prosaic lands. Being as it was, the flow in weather ate of a likened rhythm to the presage beheld, for the undead acted on foreboding visions in semblance to an augur.
Furtive Axioms of glyphic patterns were lawed into the virgin manifestation of icons ringed by necrotic calligraphy birthed from essence ungodly to ordinary entities. The slumbering corpus; a crimson armored knight ordained by Naggarian kinds to be a paladin ere to its becoming as one in the Lich's genus, opened up lids which revealed eyes of bluish green lenses...more abysmal than pits situated within Avicii.

The awakening compelled an odd appearance of nearly limitless marks of calligraphic encircling glyphs upon dampened grounds for clashing. As far as the ones eye could see, so did the icons spread around, consciously amending their paths to alignment, structuring into a lengthy crucifix wherein the crucified figure formed by their coordinated imagery, happened to be the Lich itself.
The artistic picture beamed brightly under darkened skies before returning to a dormant and non reactive state. Only to make known to all... An athletic structured chap who tarried at the intersect of both extensions which made up the calli-glyphic cross.
At first it was only mere fore-visioning and conscience awareness brought unto the milieu. Now, it stood there in calm. The very image of madness incarnate. In healthy wheat flesh via will and nether enforced bone. Its arrival brought realization that even Gaea innately reacted aversely towards damnation brought through Apollonir and his supposed legions.
Girathon Aethis; the appraised appellation given to the undead. Undoubtedly, it was a male kind with heritage blood tied to magical Malekith-elves, birthed within a world distinct from everything normal. ɴᴀɢɢᴀʀᴏᴛʜ.
Girath's visit to these grounds were of two reasons. First was to represent primeval Gaea. The other, to decide a new odyssey. Winds waved his angel white robe in their random blowing lanes as war stricken soles left light dents on where they soothe, through otherworldly chills exiting from the tender flesh...coequal to ghostly kisses...passionate yet dread-deadly.
Still attentive, cold, silent and sophisticatedly simulating choices in place to eat off the antagonist. They were nighly same in ways and arts. What sure differed Girath from Apollonir, would drag down to the personalities they separately house.
Distinct twenty five leaps pinned out the lich's distance from beauty clad in knightly armory. To its hand materialized six totems; Glavanic totems of Dindabra.

He switched his gaze towards the flame veteran demigod, transferring esoteric mental information right into the vets psyche.

" We meet again Fire god. Been a while I made sight of your troubling blaze. "

His phizog seemed blood thirsty yet pale and cunningly striking. Letting off the totems, they orbited his physique drenched by heavenly downpour... Therein he waited.... aiming to witness a supposed spectacle from all faced by one Dragon ruler.

Kenny 2:
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Every word that slithered from the Blue Alchemist's flapping jaw was another moment wasted. Apollonir would not wait for his enemies to arrive in a timely manner so that they could present a coordinated front. He would fight them all immediately, simultaneously, without hesitation. So he attacked; and he attacked with all the fury of the exemplar of his civilization. First, he lifted his spear, aiming it toward the sky before throwing it like a javelin into the tempestuous heavens. It rose like a vengeful lightning bolt through the clouds, set to meet the falling knight as she descended through the heavens. At the point of contact or proximity, the hyper-dense meteoric ores that composed the spear broke apart into thousands of shards. The result of such an incredibly dense exotic material suddenly being shattered resulting in a gargantuan release of energy which filled the storm-wracked skies above them in a titanic explosion that rippled across the atmosphere. The sky dimmed in a deep orange hue from the flash of annihilation as an orb of molten light burst and rippled like tidal waves of pure heat and concussive force aver the clouds. Thousands of shards of hyper-dense, superheated metal fell from the sky in a hail at supersonic velocities; posing a mortal danger to everything on the battlefield.
The sound of clashing metal sounded as sparks erupted in a fit of splashing molten ore as Apollonir conjured a shield over his forearm. He leapt forward, the earth beneath his feet shattering and then exploding into an upward torrent of soot and ash as he exploded forth from the earth. The connections some of his opponents had to Gaia being disrupted by the sheer force of his kickoff causing the tectonic plates to quiver beneath his tread and magma-flows deep beneath the earth to roil and churn. Before the Blue Alchemist was even finished speaking, Apollonir was upon him, slamming his feet in a grinding slide to the boy's left in a resounding stomp that further pummelled the earth beneath him. With the sheer force of his shift in momentum, he kicked up a massive wave of soot, ash and debris splashing forward; creating an artificial dust storm that collided with the white-haired boy as well as the dreary fog that was about to manifest. This had two effects. First, he used the black cloud of ash and debris as an artificial smokescreen that worked to obscure the Alchemist's vision as well as endanger him in the form of mounds of dirt slamming into his face at high speed. Further, He used the concussive force to generate a large forward gale of high-intensity wind which would disperse the black fog and/or send it blasting back with the wind; using the cloud of soot and ash to further obscure it. Apollonir used the high-force wind in order to blast back the dark fog, not to kill his foe, but to prevent him from manifesting for a moment longer. Meaning the Chaos Knight, due to the heavy wind blasting the fog back and dispersing it, would be unable to immediately pose a threat or aid his allies on the battlefield.
Tendrils of white lightning leapt from Apollonir's fingertips, lashing out toward the demi god of the sun as he arrived on his fireball. Given his appearance wreathed in the laurels of shimmering plasma, Apollonir was quite aware that normal lightning would likely be absorbed by the new adversary, and yet, he struck with lightning regardless in the hopes that his foe would absorb this attack as a foolhardy reflex of being attacked so quickly just as he made landfall.
The lich was met by a molten orange shield spinning toward his skull as he made his arrival. Apollonir hurling the armament from his forearm with all his strength which would explode in a similar manner to his spear, but this time immediately impact the ground which emitted a massive upward fireball into a mushroom cloud, sending a titanic wave of soot and ash to cover the battlefield, heavy obscuring physical vision for all parties. But Apollonir didn't need to worry overmuch, he only needed to see what was in front of him. The Alchemist boy.
The Blue Alchemist could feel his power swelling and his strength doubled as he came into close proximity to Apollonir and bathed in the warm light of his Augur Colliseum. He felt his strength rise, his senses went into overload, and his power swelled like never before. Apollonir looked into the boy's eyes as he threw his hand out wreathed in smoldering lava. It appeared he was making a break for that hand upon noticing the strange red light that emitted from it, gandering this was his source of power and without it would cripple his ability to fight. He reached out in an attempt to simply burn the entire arm off by splashing it with the molten metal lapping over his arm and hand. His left hand opened, the fang-like claws of his armored fingers bore to strike at any retaliatory measure.
The Blue Alchemist's allies, due to the tumultuous explosions and the massive plumes of dust kicked up therein, where physically blinded and could see little. This would force them to rely on their extrasensory and supernatural detection abilities. This is what Apollonir wanted. His spiritual presence, his 'aura' if one would, was like the light of a nuclear blast caught in timelapse. To gaze upon Apollonir using their supernatural sights would be like staring into the heart of a star, and would thus serve to essentially flashbang them if they were to look directly at him.
Further, with Apollonir's close proximity to the Alchemist, it meant that any retaliation in the form of ranged attacks by his allies especially with low visibility would mean that they were running a superb risk of catching their ally in their blast. If they wanted to immediately fight back or defend their comrade, they would have no choice but to enter close combat with the Sunfang of Iradesh.
The die had been cast. Every last member of their band of warriors was immediately and decisively engaged simultaneously, with Apollonir on the offensive.


Zintho 2:
The heart of the Rayne boy raced at the sudden hostility of this giant before him. Words were swallowed. The hurling of a spear towards something he had not met above caught him by surprise. Had this not happened he would have finished speaking. Or was he already done? The interruption came here. Not anywhere else.
The thing that was attacked had come after he had finished speaking,responding to the great royal rider but almost immediately already it was in danger. No logical mind would remain uninterested in such a situation. Calm perhaps, but also curious and cautious.
Metal armor clacked and a shield was conjured. Here, the boy was already curious and cautious and this was the kings fault for attacking someone above. Someone who supposedly arrived after Lucario's actions, probably one of his allies. This said that the plan of attacking the enemy mid-speech was hastily considered or outright dropped or more generously was a bit off course. Lucario still had to deal with the great speed of this enemy. Getting out of the way was impossible now considering his lack of the physical qualities beyond those possessed by humans at their peak in favour of the more mental and mystic. Maybe a teleportation spell would have helped but it needed too many seconds of preparation. Maybe this was death dealt,the end of the Blue Alchemist.
Gifted mind decided to use something simpler. Like how a master spellweaver would waltz through a wall like a ghost even though he was not one. This task was one of the most trivial ones among master weavers.
The ground was devastated as the enemy bolted off trailing over the ground letting debris fly and landing beside the Alchemist. All this destruction had forced the Blue Alchemist to dive to the side that was fortunately opposite of where Apollonir landed. Adrenaline had taken over this youth and had him laying with his back against the ground. With his curiosity he instinctively casted the spell previously hinted at and all the muds and stones did nothing to hurt him as they passed through his projection. The boy became intangible with but a subconscious will and instinct imbedded into scholars of his kind the moment the take off rose the earth; and feigned his fall. But time was running out. The spell was to wear out in a few seconds.
Vision was now also a problem which Lucario solved by resorting to feel the presence of the enemy. A trick even the weakest human could do. Only movement and sound and the heat from the molten liquids of the king helped him. The subconscious kept him from sinking into the ground for now. Thoughts raced through his mind as mana gathered in unusually high qualities and quantities. Whatever the cause, this sudden increase in power was to be capitalized upon and quickly as he could feel his senses absorbing increasingly high amount of data telling him he hadn't much time.
Normally a barrier of the sorts he was planning would have required more preparation but with the increase in power the cost was reduced significantly. The king quickly finished his attacks on the comrades whom Lucario knew and trusted and turned to the Alchemist. Verily, he was a bit worried but not surprised that the enemy had seen him to be the weakest and branded him primary target. No matter,Lucario had survived so long because he was more than capable on his own and could trust his allies to do the right thing. And most importantly, the alchemist was never afraid to sacrifice himself. He lived life on the edge and if need be he was ready to take the important step off of it.
Was today the day when Lucario Rayne took that fateful jump? He did not think so.
Magic swelled around him. Not precisely around him but drew a circle with the radius of 3 metres and him as the centre. The workings behind the scenes were not too complex but rather very unorthodox courtesy of the Blue Alchemist. Normally when a protective barrier is created it is constructed from scratch meaning it took some time to form and some more time to establish itself. Lucario had discovered that precious time and strength could be conserved if instead of creating such a thing one summoned it. Already strong and unrelenting. A testament to his unusual combat intelligence. To cast it he raised left hand as if to halt something.
Both of them were now together behind a sphere with its inner borders hidden by the smokescreen making sure that only Lucario immediately knew of its existence. Within, Apollonir looked to chop the hand off, having thought of it to be the source of power. Indeed it was, but only a certain aspect of his abilities depended on it. Had he not interrupted him he would have come to realize this.
He leaped back, his levitation spell carrying him higher and further away at far greater speeds. The connection he had to the barrier allowed him to phase through it,not the fact that he was intangible.
Left hand was thrust out towards the barrier and jaw was clenched as a testament to his focus. The tattooed right hand was facing the sky and a magic shield appeared above it. The gold eyes were shining,with gold streams of energy leaking. The sky was raging, and falling, but amid the commotion the scholar named Lucario Rayne kept murmuring ancient words shaping the nature of the barrier. Instead of it only being extremely durable enough to some some time handle the violent attacks Apollonir was capable of it also, at Lucario's discretion, retaliated with a great assault on the senses.
Magic energy was wrapping around the solid sphere that was opaque enough to obscure vision on its own. This flowing energy was like a sea between two worlds and in the other world there were torments and horrors which lived in it. Every disturbance to this flowing energy would not go unpunished. So any strike, slight touch that contacted the inside of the initial sphere resulted in a barrage of extremely bright light coupled with a beastly roar slightly more potent than the sound of the loudest jet taking off. The former would only disorient the prisoner while the latter would do more along the lines of shattering their eardrums. Repeatedly. As long as something even as insignificant as a pebble touched the inside of the barrier.
He expected his allies to help him provided that they emerged from the assaults safely. Should this tactic succeed they would surely win. They knew each other's strength and weaknesses, and although their original plan was no longer applicable they always found a way to harmoniously combine their powers. Against the 5 for them, Apollonir had no chance.
The Alchemist used his knowledge of the mystic arts. The raining meteorites were to be taken care of by any of of his trusted allies and the shield above him was only just in case.
Having experienced the enemy's strengths and speed he now knew what to expect. And that made him harder to beat.

Ariya 2:
The plan had been set. Predictable from the first second, the goddess in the sky smiled. Through telepathic channels connected to the mental plane through her soul, she spoke to the warriors on the ground. "Relax~" She cooed as the hand drew back to throw the spear. This wasn't Apollonir's lucky day. Nihil could not foresee the spear's capacity to break apart, but what she did was what did the trick.
Her hand smacked the air in the clouds as mental energy wrapped around the spear and kept it from separating as it was sent far off into the distance where harm would not come. More than just miles away, it was taken wrapped with the mental grip that kept the "charade" up. At the same time, an illusion of the spear separated from the true one in it's arc to "strike" the knight who fell to the ground, but disappeared in the air. Entail, aether and the planes used by the knight brought it down to the ground to sink into it. This was the plan. Living Earth. The knight became one with the ground beneath them all at the same time Apollonir thrusted over.
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Using the armored man's weight and momentum, and the ground weakened in strength by the rain, the knight managed to grab Apollonir with the earth when he landed. At the same time, ground became like water to swallow him in a down path that brought him fifty feet below in that moment when the ground was made viscous by the Knight's aethereal interaction. Before thrusters could be used more, the earth closed around him, applying two a half tons of pressure per square inch to crush him like the tin can he was. If the intangibility spell that Lucario used didn't activate in time, the knight knew to use the earth to push him out of the way of harm. Nihil always hated fast people for the reason that they could be killed by their own speed. Here, the Knight's sacrifice would stay to hold the king in it's vice grip, which had interrupted everything after.
Now, the goddess showed up. Dropping onto graceful feet in the Living Earth, she revealed her presence by sending the Blackflame cloak back into her body. Using her own aether to interact with the ground, she kept the wind from hitting her, just like the knight. Forged by will from the Blackflame fused with her soul, two Blackflame coated coiled swords formed in her hands. She was wearing open and revealing fire retardant coat and pants with a black bikini underneath, all made from her soul. Flaming cat ears and two tails came from her and curled. "Who's first?"

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Gasper 2:

| Downfall? |
A spear once grasped by the ruler was tossed upwards but something beyond the mere human understanding occurred, shifting location to somewhere out of range. Regardless there still would have been harmless to the fog that patrolled the land, in a way phasing through should it occur. There was no need for precautionary acts for the tremors that influenced the earth, there was simply no contact between him and the earth for now.
Should the king manage to enact his actions regardless of the interferences the ebony cloud that lingered above would be blown away, switching angel a little bit to the right. Dissipating the haze wouldn't harm Gasper, it simply accumulated itself as one once more. Gasper didn't manifest yet.


Keegan 2:

The battle had begun, before the demi god could fully manifest his sword hell before he could even land. The demi god had arrived curled up in a five foot in diameter fire ball, just as the commotion had begun to unfold his powers and senses already active, ofcourse possessing eyes he saw that the figure had started to pull back his arm to throw some kind of weapon and immediately extended his legs out of the fire ball, to come to a grinding halt 20 just as the spear had been thrown to the skies above for a purpouse that for him was currently unknown. With enhanced speed of thought capable of analyzing situations within nanoseconds, in unification of force of will, the mana within his form

Several hypotethicals would play out at this moment, between the moment the king threw his spear and the moment he arrived at the poor human in front of him.
In the first scenario, the demi god had already landed before the king had launched the spear and began his assault. A mind enhanced by his aura, could perceive his faster than sound movements as clear as day first came the attack upon the mortal boy, the sound of clashing metal echoed through the field as the man leaped forth toward the boy after throwing the spear. The spear had been handled by the goddess in the sky nihil, which the hunter had yet to aknowldge, till the moment she spoke within his mind. However, with fast perception and reaction should the spear still explode within the sky to rain destruction from above the demi go had already made preparations upon the moment of landing, spiritual matter converted into other metaphysical matter using his soul as a catalyst spread along the layers of defense as well as connecting further to the respective planes for a boost of energy from them. Upon the physical plane, should the shards fall from the sky they would bounce off the surface of his aura even at their high speed. This was the result of reinforcing both the aura, and his bodily tissues and skeletal structure to make them far more resistant to blunt and piercing attacks, even from objects traveling at supersonic speed. This enhancement upon the planes was aided by his enhanced thought process to occur within less than a minisecond. Should the conjured lightning still leave his opponents clawed finger tips, they would be met with a wall of air reinforced by force of will, and plasma from the physical, spiritual, mental and divine planes of existence that created a construct upon the detection of a increase of metaphysical energy , what kind of metaphysical energy was not exactly specified however in this scenario it did not matter, as he sensed the increasing of energy the moment before it was launched as would occur for any casting. These plasmas heated the air on these planes of existence, to create a 10 foot in diameter angled “dome” around him of what could be best described as a air lense , having grown dense enough from the thermal energy, his aura worked on those planes of existence to bring the molecules of the air together, packing them together enough that physical nor metaphysical current could pass through , instead deflecting the two bolts of lightning in a 60 degree angle that send them flying away from his person. The earth quake caused by the movement of the enemy would hopefully be managed by his partners in this endeavor. In the distance, the enemy would be engaging with the poor human having just now landed, the actions of the goddess in this scenario was honestly a mystery known only to her however should she continue her assault by sinking the king into the dirt, at the moment of his landing the demi go had his own part to play, the moment the boy was left alone and the sink hole was conjured underneath the king . He began to channel raw mana from both the air and himself into his finger tips as he had sensed the boys increase in energy and saw the faint glow of the magic sphere upon its casting. Having a innate knowledge of magic, through years of battling the supernatural he had a slight idea of what the young lad was thinking.
He channeled natures raw spiritual power, toward the sphere enveloping it to reinforce the walls of the barrier around the king, as well as make the wall slightly thicker. His enhancement would allow the young lad to pass through unaffected by his energy, and further increase what ever further magic the boy infused within it.
Now hopefully trapped in a sphere, his escape and doom might be unavoidable. Still the demi god did not release his power, he did not let down his guard as anything could happen in a battle.
In the second scenario, things would play as follows. Should the king land upon the young boy the king would be met with a sink hole created by the goddess above, using her knight to create “living earth” beneath the figure to attempt to flat out drown the knight. In this scenario most of his attacks were unlikely to occur due to his own speed and power.
The young wizard would summon his field in both scenarios, only in this one there was a possibility of him not needing it should the goddess rescue him away from this situation.
and in both scenarios rick would reinforce it in a similar matter if it was conjured but now he had a chance to do it earlier as no attacks would be coming his way.
But, this was still an attempt and the battle was far from over decades fighting the supernatural has taught him to never let his guard down even in the face of potential assured victory. Upon the moment the king lands and is sunk the demi god would use his force of will, and speed of thought to increase his durability and connections to the other planes just as he did in the first scenario.
The earth quake caused by the mans movement, was left to the lich to react to as Rick knew he had abilities relating to earth having worked with him in a secretive clan for some time.
considering the powers the man has displayed so far high speed, and a ability to conjure sooth and lava escape was a possibility the demi god was fully aware of. With this the demi god took no chances force of will worked in unison with thought, to compel the plasma upon his form to the very edge of the finger tips on each of his hands, upon the moment the man begun to sink fully. This was in preparation, should he some how find a way out of the sink hole the demi god would be ready to strike with a multitude of plasma bolts.



-Aethis 2:
•Preparaciones - paso uno•
It began blissfully yet the draconian was faced by forces tougher than what he might had analyzed from the random appearance of all entities working against his will. An intended assail by the spear became one thwarted by the knight's modest effort before becoming one with Gaea.
On the other hand, the blue alchemist fared well on his side. Perhaps success came on his path and the earths new will, bringing all to one possible conclusion - Victory. Nonetheless, the corse remained indifferent with an indelible presence mounted on lands he abided at. To the earthly rumble which came awake due to Apollonir's ground shattering course of action wherein Gaea felt sickened from such madness, was quieted via the Lich's Geo dominance.... resetting the vibrational pattern and movement of the tectonics in order to pacify an apparent destructive tectonism sequel & with its rising - a quake unkind to men.
The will of Gaea was what he upheld strongly. A dominion made indefeasible by the titan's soul bonded with his devillin immaterial form. Perchance the King had his ways over the tactics well credible through teamwork, Girathon wasn't one to keep to idleness when battle thrills summons his desires and wants.
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Pure linen melted away from his figure, allowing instant externalization of avicii's most revered crimson armor to the nth degree. It suited the embodiment of Chaos - Girathon - sealing out his form from material view and therewith all calli-glyphs scattered around, invading soils, spreading their marks on anything linked to the current antagonist whether at sky or beneath earthly surfaces.
Like a thousand living tattoos, they crept up on the legions in their growing numbers. Thusly, Girath inversed the foreign essence designated to these legions, infiltrating their functionality in order to bring forth an effective seal which hinders life by means of magic. Potentially the army shall become immovable monuments set to fade with dust once not a single effort is directed to dispel the " Seal " and " Wither " effects of calli-glyphic work at a consummate phase.
" Alas. Things might bubble up more for the better "

Kenny 3:
The spear being controlled and redirected by Nihil was ultimately of little consequence for two reasons. The first being that Apollonir didn't expect outright destroy her puppet; he was only inciting a defensive reaction and forcing the supposed goddess to show her hand early. Which she did glamorously. The second, which was as aforementioned, the meteoric ores which composed the armaments that Apollonir conjured were hyper-dense, exotic material found within the Axiom suns. In fact, the only thing keeping the weapons and armaments in a solid state when Apollonir held them was his Augur Colliseum and his sheer incomprehensible physical strength. Upon leaving that influence, the weapons would not be able to sustain themselves in a solid form without an unfathomably immense level of pressure. Something that an earth-like atmosphere such as their battleground simply didn't have. The spear would have detonated less than a second after Apollonir loosed it due to this fact, and due to it's supreme density, the explosive feedback would have been catastrophic.
Thus, in order to keep the spear from turning the skyline into a hellish firestorm, the goddess would have to exert an immense amount of power and focus on simply generating the necessary pressure to maintain it's solidity let alone steer it into an alternate direction. That is, if she even knew the exact pressure necessary to sustain it in the barely even split-second she had. If it didn't explode and she did manage to control and steer it, it would mean she would completely overuse and overexert herself in the process; though Apollonir gandered she would just play it off as if it required no effort at all.
The warm golden light cascaded and bathed over Lucario's form as the two met face-to-face. He felt his strength swell and his power rise, but had ignored a single, crucial detail. His senses had gone into overload. Apollonir had intentionally ensured that his Augur Colliseum enhanced his opponent's senses to a level that dwarfed their gains in every other field. As such, Apollonir's hand approached Lucario's arm in what appeared to be slow motion. Even the dimmest lights were like staring into the sun, the slightest sound on the wind like a scream in Lucario's ear. The Alchemist could practically feel the atoms of his own body vibrating.
Lucario's senses were raised to such a high level that when he rolled, if he looked back, he would see that his body hadn't yet moved and was still standing there in front of Apollonir; essentially having an out of body experience. Even though he could see Apollonir coming from a mile away, his body was unable to keep up with his now god-like reaction time. However, Apollonir's dash for the boy's arm was revealed as a feint, and he had opened his other hand like claws for this exact reason. His true target was the Alchemist's chest.
And so second by second passed from Lucario's perspective, his neurons still in the process of firing to tell the rest of his body to dodge but by then it was too late. The pain was stinging, but the pain never left. The crunching of the Alchemist's flesh as Apollonir's fingers tore into his skin was deafening; and his sense of touch was hightened meaning the pain was elevated to and incredible degree and dragged out for tens upon tens of seconds. Slowly the king's fingers tore through his flesh, smashing through the ribcage in such a crawl that he could hear his rib bones slowly crackling before snapping away into his lungs. His hand grasped around the boy's heart, and slowly tore his way clean through the Alchemist's back. Apollonir looked into his eyes the entire time. The pain was unbearable. He was unable to scream or flinch or take his eyes away from the dragon king. Only to gaze into Apollonir's eyes as he did the same through every agonizing second. He then felt a burning sensation in his chest as meteoric ore flooded into the gaping wound in his chest, before Apollonir drove forward, smashing the already-reanimating boy's corpse into the ground.
Since Apollonir's initial smashing slide had devastated the earth beneath him; the knight's geomantic grip would initially find no purchase as it was simply blasted away by the sheer concussive force of his landing. However, as the ground bled into viscosity beneath him, he slammed Lucario beneath him and stomped on his molten metal-filled chest; using thee boy's cadaver as a platform and kicked off of him with such force that the air pressure sent him skyrocketing into the air. With the meteoric ore within Lucario's chest resonating with the Augur Colisseum, Nihil's knight would most likely not be able to differentiate between Apollonir and Lucario.
Meanwhile, Girathon was too busy attempting to clash with Apollonir for Geo-dominance, even through Apollonir wasn't even consciously aware of their tug of war. Due to this, Girathon had completely ignored the shield flying his way composed of the same ores and composition of his spear. His allies also seemed to ignore it, and since he was already busy with a much more arbitrary task, Girathon suffered a direct hit to his chest long before he could even think of summoning his armor. The metal smashed into his chest cavity shattering every bone as the raw heat vaporized everything in it's proximity before the hyper-dense shield exploded due to a lack of pressure with Girathon being in it's epicenter. The molten ores splashed onto him like napalm as the heat and concussive force of the blast reduced him to naught but a cloud of quarks sparking about in the air where he stood. However, the meteoric ores that covered his body seemed to preserve pieces of him that could potentially be put back together.
The resulting blast radius posed a direct and mortal danger to both Nihil and Rick, being so close in proximity whilst Nihil was too busy brandishing her swords and opening her mouth. The massive concussive force simply blowing the fog that was the Chaos Knight in every which direction. Whilst Apollonir, using Lucario's corpse as a platform, literally kicked his way out of the immediate blast radius. With the explosion complete, there was now so much dust and ash kicked up into the air that visibility was at near zero; masking his physical movements.
There was nothing special whatsoever about the lightning bolt that Apollonir sent toward Rick. Judging by how he arrived and first glance, seeing as he was cloaked in plasma, Apollonir deduced that would likely be able to absorb the lightning and use it against him if he wished. Thus, Apollonir made it seem more than it actually was in order to force Rick to over-commit; thus not only giving Apollonir insight on his defenses but also making him deal with a much smaller threat right before being rocked by an explosion. His initial plan was to redirect the deflected lightning bolt toward Nihil but he didn't expect Girathon to eat his shield with his face.
Apollonir landed a quarter-mile from his starting position, and with the sound of clashing metal another spear conjured into his grasp; dripping with molten ores fresh from the forge.

Zintho 3:
The takeoff rose the Earth. The boy weaved a spell. And the armoured herculean arrived.
This series of events made the difference. First, no unethical dissection took place with Lucario being the guinea pig for the simple reason that the enemy had revealed no power which could touch the projection of the alchemist. He had become intangible the moment he sensed the take off coming in order to also avoid the barrage of debris and now fortunately survive the planned death and subsequent reanimation into n undead platform. And second, this point depending on the previous, Apollonir found himself swallowed by the muddy sea.
This second point also held fast on its own, as Nihil had been slated to swallow the raging Apollonir the moment he landed, and thus preventing any further action such as the hurling of the shield from occurring. Somehow Apollonir prevailed,and stalled for a few precious seconds only to end up where he started without any real progress.
There was really no progress. This being the direct result of his inability to do much to Lucario's body as it remained a mere projection which lasted far longer than intended due to the sudden improvement of his powers gifted to him by the opponent even though this gift came with its evils which were the heightened senses. Still now with the ground swallowing Apollonir, Lucario was able to recover from the effects of his presence as he was not close anymore. No longer continuous, though damage was still done. All he could do now was to calm his thoughts and formulate a way to heal himself and properly begin the fight.
But he remained in that state for a few seconds while levitating off the ground at impressive speeds for his kind, lights flashing all around as barriers were raised one after the other,some to further propel him higher.
He ended the trick after raising one barrier. Now hidden behind a shield to protect him from the explosion—if it ever came—, within it he raised more to reinforce the first one. And without, everything remained just as fast-paced and dangerous. Hopefully their opponent was successfully swallowed by the earth.

Ariya 3:

Nihil grabbing anything with her mind was as simple to her as reaching out to pick up a cup of tea. It came effortless and, sure, she could've kept it together but why would she have? The meteor shards were launched in the first fraction of a second when it left Apollonir's grip, creating the meteor rain explosion in his own face because the spear hadn't gone far from him. Of course, the explosion would've been pointless because Nihil had already foreseen him using energy. Blackflames overloaded with negative conceptual information and consumed the energy like a carnivore tears into a steak. She was protected, but risked the souls below in throwing only the last of the spear whole into the distance over a mile from the allied souls.
The two specific souls were protected from the man's tricks by using the soul's pulses as a multi-plane sonar that side-stepped the attempted disorientation. So the knight fell, undisturbed by the blast by the small piece of Anathema in it to land. Being in the ground before Apollonir had landed, the ground wasn't what he thought it was. Living earth was the mixing of a sentient creature with nature to give it life. When Apollonir's feet landed, the ground didn't break because it was already liquified to swallow his heavy weight to pull him down beneath the earth inside the knight. Then, fifty feet under, he would be crushed by the collapse of the knight around him to hold his grave underground.
Entail, no body saved Apollonir here. From his first landing, his plan was forced to endure a real problem: falling into a hole where his heavy suit was surrounded by a tight space which was inside the knight and he was moving everything around the knight to carry it as fast as it had been moving. The grip keeping him down there, that soul of a cage made from the knight that came from Nihil was a Blackflame cage surrounding the king. Tactic was needed and fast because the Blackflame consumed the suit's energy and thrusters quickly. Fifty feet below and he can't fly out.
The loss of one soldier wasn't a problem to Nihil. If an explosion did happen behind her, what would it damage? Energy was overloaded and consumed by the darkest flames wrapped around her. And if Apollonir didn't die, Nihil kept her knight in play as much as she was. The Blackflames grew to cover her with a mask that made her akin to the grim reaper. The Fortress of the East didn't have weaknesses in the "going big" category, using the Blackflames fused with her soul as a shield to create an insulated cushion to tank energy based attacks and burn away the living.