Fight: Jin vs Vines (2nd Facebook Match that I had)
Round 1:
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Vine's post:
A male sat in the center of the forest. His white hair moving slowly following the directions of the wind. The male sat cross legged, his legs moved under his waist and his hands curved, his elbows resting on his lap with the rest of his hands up in the air. His fingers curved to form 'O's. The male was currently in a clear state of mind. He was attempting to try to center his mind and body, whilst aligning himself with nature, as he would need it in his battle. His staʄʄ օʄ Σωτηρία<քʀօtɛċtɨօռ> lay beside him. In easy reach of his hands.
[ Possibly a magic user since he has a magical staff. The fight is happening in a forest]
His golden eyes, covered by his eyelids moved rapidly similar to one who was experiencing REM[Rapid eye movement].
This was as a result of the fact that he was communicating with nature. Attempting to find out if his opponent had reached the venue for the fight yet. Without breaking his stance he would move one hand. Pressing it against the ground. Immediately multiple flowers would pop up. Spewing out a pheromone that would cause all wildlife to stay back. He did not want anything to get hurt during the fight.
{ Maybe an elf because he respects the wild life. ]
This would take mere seconds to occur. Within that time he would manage to center his chi and his magic. Thus allowing him to use one with the other in minor ways. He was shirtless. A white scarf that covered just both his nipples as his only upper garment. His legs were clad in brown trousers and he was bare foot. His tattoos seemed to swirl round his skin. Moving from one direction to the other with ease. The seemed to tell stories. or to follow the direction of the wind. Alas they were merely decorative and could do nothing in this fight
[ Uses Chi and magic for the fight ]
"I wonder what keeps them"
He said to himself while still in the meditative position. His eyelids still fluttering as he took in information about the area and filled it away in the catalogs of his mind. Prepared to use it when needed. He was cool calm and collected... ready to do battle with whoever came forth.
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Tyson post:
As always, the arrival of the Kirin came with a surge of lightning upon biting Gaia's bosom. The Kirin, the Envoy of the Watcher, Aerys Rïvia himself had arrived, adorned in violet and sable fabrics. Black cargo pants, a violet T shirt, combat boots, and his usual ivory haori. The same one that read 白い悪魔on the back of it. Aerys cherished it deeply, regardless of its tattered sleeves and coat tails. His shirt itself read “I'll be your sugar Zaddy”; Aerys is a big fan of graphic Tees.
As ebony soles navigated the terra firma, the Homo Immortalis surveyed his surroundings. Auric hues translated visual stimuli for his hyper intellect to commit to memory. Whereas the Dracarys or Dragon Spirit rested well within the claymore Raza. Raza is a large claymore roughly about 55" in total length, with a 42" straight, two-edged blade weighing about 5.5 pounds. The handle is long enough to accommodate both of his hands even though he wields it single-handedly. It can be seen wrapped in ethereal purple fabric while hanging on his back. Pip, his mystical coin purse is secured along his belt carried numerous Eko bullets, traveling gear, and other tools of his trade. His other sentient weapon, Nyx, slumbered on sinistral wrist in its grey/burgundy bracelet form. Its sentient Nothing much like the Apio seal on his tongue were tools that Aerys wielded but never wanted to use. Of course, Aerys had came here on the hunt. He had came here for a battle but as usually he'd rely on Raza's passives, Zhato, his advanced physiology, and his proficiency in Axiom magic to secure a victory.
Speaking of, enhanced senses had caught a scent that the Rōnin now followed. The extraterrestrial couldn't help but admire the lush foliage that he so casually strolled through. Whoever Fate had brought to him, surely had splendid taste in scenery. His prey became apparent once Aerys stopped 12 meters from the male meditating. 9 meters was his favorite number but he figured he'd give his foe some lee way. With a simple smirk, he bowed in respect while sliding his left hand into Pip's endless depths.
“Please do us the honors of starting us off.”
Round 2:
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Vines post:
"Welcome"
The male would say as he arose. Stretching out the kinks in his hands and bones as he did so. He had grasped his staff of Protection in his left hand whilst simultaneously recalling the contents of his pocket dimension, In which there were four more staffs of different shapes and types, and with different abilities. Golden hued eyes with white speckles adorning them would size up the male in his front. Twelve meters he thought to himself nothing the distance between them. He nodded in approval. It seemed this man was very proper. He held his staff loosely as he surveyed the area once more before stating
"I would like to know your name"
[ He has a staff with some type of protection magic, several more staffs that he can use later. He's attacking while talking. ]
With those words he would attack. His form of attack that of nature itself. Vines from the trees beside the male would shoot out at speeds rivaling that of bullets. With the range being near point blank the male would have a hard time dodging or avoiding them. But the Golden eyed Drus was not out for blood just yet and as a result just before the attacks reached the male they would simply break into pieces. Littering the floor around the male with green plant speckles. All these would be done with a simple somatic gesture with the males right hand. And even if the male managed to cut the vines off. They would still disperse. Courtesy of the fact that they had been severed from the magical connection and because he had already decided that would happen. He would then arch a brow at the male. Waiting for his answer.
[ Vines are shooting out to attack Jin. Need to use Garde and Tidus release a burst of plasma. Burn the trees and the vines before they can become speckles. Then next turn start flicker. ]
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Tyson post:
A goddess descends from Arcelia
Wings of Light and whispers of Dark spread afar
She guides the faithful to bliss, enemies to ruin
Her beauty beguiling, her devilry everlasting
Glory be to Emarosa
• Aerys responded to the enemy with a simple tactic. Without a single hint, his passive Garde activated whilst enhanced senses anticipated the vine's movement. The faint sound of rustling, the subtle scent of nearing verdure. The Eternal was far too familiar with nature. Whereas the duo’s senses were too keen to be caught off guard. Mother Nature knew better than to move against one of her beloved Suns. Raza alerted her ward to the sudden shift in magic triggering volatile plasma to permeate the Rōnin's form. The purpose of Garde is erecting an aura that doubles as an electromagnetic field. One of the many applications of sentient Zhato. It is transcendent ergo-matter that embodies the aspects of plasma/waterbending. Colored black, electrostatic discharge crackled all over the athletic body creating an amethyst glow. Armed with extramundane eddy currents, sentient vitality introduces an insufferable heatwave. Moisture in the surrounding atmosphere became quite scarce. Neighboring foliage once a cornucopia of chromatic viridian withered to ashes of pure alabaster. Immediate effects to a spontaneous reaction. And if one wondered “how” or “why” ...
• The answer lied in the Homo Immortalis' counter. By using a variation of Garde, the aura held an ambient temperature twice as hot as natural plasma. Being both an Eternal, and mystically bound to his own ergo-matter, Aerys was the only one immune to its effects. Everything else however...was fair game. The infernal heat had a range of ten meters; thus, rendering the foe's vines, nearby foliage, and other organisms directly inside this field to ash. The enemy himself, being only 2 meters away, should feel a strong sweltering sensation. Unfortunately, the Kirin had barely begun.
• Sans warning, ebony electricity jumped from his corpus writing a single glyph. Each that the hunter knew is a specific set of primeval sigils used to perform Axiom magic. These primordial axioms or rather the Sigils of Batavia comprised the language of the first gods. Literal poetry in motion capable of altering all concepts. Ancient knowledge that was extremely useful in the hands of the madman. After activating Garde, the axiom “Tidus” or “Tidal Wave” was soon cast. This spell expanded the range of Garde albeit in a metaphysical aspect. Like a geyser, vitality spread outward at ground level and soared into the surrounding atmosphere. The first tactful step in supernal sequestration. Thunderheads sluggishly gathered in reply to the Rōnin’s summons. This blazing heat, this obscurity of the skyscape, these were only the beginning of the enemy's problems. In conjunction with Aerys' reply, sinistral digits plucked a quartet of Eko bullets from Pip's interior. Both blade and body were more than ready to react if this action was interrupted.
• My blade is the body of a Sun. My body is the heart of the Storm.
Ω | Anima ♛ Invictus | Ʌ
