Tyson/Xynthus vs Red Magister | 2020 - Feb 19 — Mar 22

Round 3:
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Vincent's post:

This was an acceptable scenario that the Red Magister had already accounted for.

Vincent's mind was unique in the way that he could imagine up a myriad outcomes, scenarios, and approaches based on the variables found within the battlefield at any points in time. Putting aside the fact that his mental processing speed was akin to a state-of-the-art supercomputer, capable of resolving an immense number of calculations in an extremely short period of time, this effectively meant that he was always prepared for everything. On top of that, his body could react at similar speeds due to the extreme training regime he had been subjected to for years. Biologically, however, he had to thank his father for creating him with the capability to adapt and grow after every unique experience. Naturally, the school of magic he had adopted as his own played a part in this, as well.

The first individual that had arrived had allowed his ship to transmogrify into a crucifix spanning a mere six inches, and his own frame transformed into something else, something far more mystical than a simple human being. The supernatural quality of the sound that managed to travel throughout the Red Magister's version of the Achromatic Aura soon dissipated into nothingness, as though quelled beneath an otherworldly amount of pressure that did not affect the physicality of the other individuals. The supernatural qualities of the panther gazing intently at him and his other opponent, however, did not waver in the least. Vincent wouldn't even bother with stopping the descent of the crucifix, allowing them to gather as much power as they desired whilst they stayed at a considerable distance away from him.

The other guy, however, figured he'd attempt to strike first. It was a commendable effort, yet one that would see itself stopped amidst its tracks. Wind and water acted in unison to enshroud the Eko shuriken with unparalleled celerity, afflicting the very aetherial currents of the elements themselves. The emerald sword and the azure katana both displaced themselves from their orbiting trajectory around the Red Magister, moving so swiftly that it appeared as though both weapons teleported in the blink of an eye from point A to point B. Perfectly calculated wind currents enshrouded the shuriken, and the moisture within the currents themselves saw itself augmented and flash-frozen in all but an instant.

Each and every single projectile saw itself encased in a gelid prison, with the spinning movements completely stopped from one split second to the next. The purifying qualities of the water element assailed the metal, wearing and tearing on the Black Crown's influence over these particular bits of matter. The bonds that held the Eko together soon became brittle due to the biting cold, and it only took a sudden shift of the wind currents that had initially stopped the shuriken in their tracks to shred throughout the ice, both shattering the prison and the projectiles themselves into a myriad crystalline shards of diamond-like toughness.

A shortlived movement of his right hand saw these shards raining throughout the battlefield, with half of them heading toward Tyson himself whilst the remainder tore through the air toward the Chancellor of Black. The topaz greatsword shimmered ever so subtly as it shared the same orbit as the crimson broadsword surrounding the Red Magister, with the light refracting from time to time off of the shimmering cocoons that had enshrouded his frame a few seconds prior to this fact. He wondered how the both of them would react to this new development, a deadly shower of crystalline shards, which could, and would, easily shred through them if allowed to.

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Xynthu's post:

Executioner Of The Core.
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✞ Per la donna in alto ✞
「 The Sun. 」
☆
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Naturally, the Primus would have yawned, not out of boredom but out of lack of entertainment. Though it didn't mean he did yawn, no, no that wasn't something he cared to fake. It was far too rude! But he would have if he was that kind of man. A smile graced his features as The Anima graced him with its presence in a way that could be described as a miracle to those who didn't understand. The way Xynthus' entire presence changed in but a moment - he for some odd reason wasn't regarded as a threat. Or maybe he was, it wasn't within his power to really tell anything regarding another Power's thought process. So without much care his own own actions carried on, what had he to even worry about? While the other made shuriken and attacked? The Prime finally released the foundations of his own existence in such a way that the strain that his aura put on the world could visibly be seen. Quantum rain filled the air, gravity increasing several dozen times itself across the entirety of the expanse of the battlefield. The Panther that could be seen folded on itself, disappearing into The Prime's center mass and forming the most grandiose of stellar formations suddenly; a white 'dwarf' star. It's presence birthed the high frequency resonance that upset energy within a system around himself. No, not just energy - but forces, influences, biological matter, mystical materials, dimensions and mirroring realms.

These systems would begin acting irrationally and lose all logic by the mere presence of his semblance. A semblance being the inner-most power brought forth, given indisputable vigor as it was more than just will. But will was part of it's foundation, it was the gift of The Core. A force conjured by the body of the target and it's envoy was the sound becoming mystical itself. It changed him, blue hair and Penguin-like eyes that showcase the shades and color of blue shades with an iris that looks like colored nebulae surrounded by a quasar. His canines elongated slightly and so did his nails as they too became a glossy sky blue. His right palm glowing brighter with ascendant monstrous energies born from his own systems, polymerized with the presence of The Core - which extended outwards in several repeating and overlapping geometric symbols. They had rapidly becoming massive, bigger than 300 feet in height and width. They had swelled outwards as he stood there, humming still. In the small amount of time, this formation had began to leak effulgence matching his own. It surged with his own undomesticated energy and force - it distinguished itself not too far from Ether. The same energy that flowed and interwove itself in and through all of certain universes.


His warriors altered, becoming less skeletal and more humanoid. Armor becoming less dystopian and more heavy as they became bigger. Their helms and chest plates were also marked with a series of lines that became so complex they looked more akin to the Star of Lakshmi. They also seethed this esoteric force that tampered with mundane and hypermundane phenomena in such a way that it altered everything. Water rapidly froze or vaporized into esoterically constrained plasma, the air became heavy and rich with a thickness that was found nowhere but here. And the sound, oh, heaven and earth equally whined as the sound played its rich tune. This didn't negate anything Vincent did - no it only aided in it. Only the wind around them kicked up with heated temperance by the raw presence of his Semblance - THE KINGS ROOM, carrying the shards from location? To the next. Around the martian and back towards Vincent in a pressurized sphere that had its energy rotating in all directions simultaneously, of which carried rotating blades that remained at the center of the sphere's Y-Axis. Spinning at speeds that made it appear more like there were more than the four blades they really were, it made it look like there were millions 'pon millions of them. With the sphere being no larger than a ford 2020 expedition. Blades no longer than the blades of a AH-1W Super Cobra. This also meant that the contents caught in his violent tempus would be pressured into its center before, during, and then flung outwards after the sphere traveled.

For Vincent ? The timing was perfect. From one split second to the next. One frame. Once fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second. And the force that danced along with those tempest, birthing the energies that looked like a miniature sun? Would also refract the influence in such a manner relying on control of the elements inside of it was null through it being incorporated into a pseudo-personal space where its laws were mandated by its own governance. While that happened? He shoved his sword into the massive formation of archaic symbols that etched themselves into the foundation of this world; forcibly. Raping the cosmos under his indomitable will alone!

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Tyson's post

-- ; That Mew Mew

Time wasn't wasted as Tyson swiftly re-positioned himself. Sensing the climax of the stranger's stockpiled energy, Je sprung her ward into evasive action. A mere moment after his attack, Tyson switched tactics. Plasma leapt from his form yanking Yad and Eko close while quickly performing a Shi. A high-speed movement technique that allows the user to fade away from sight leaving no trace of their presence. Absent terra firma, the Black Crown's footwork met virtually no resistance which increased Shi's efficiency. Location now shifted to 25 meters West of the Red Magister. Immediately, metallic ergo-matter merged in its entirety creating a massive orb around the Burning Martian. Isolation generated to promote absolute perfection.

Inside the sentient dome, the duo would eventually sense the expected destruction of the shuriken. Eko, like all of Tyson's creations, was sentient; being independent and forthright. Every sensation, action, and reaction were recorded by the Spiris' collective and shared with the Martian. His “children” were slain without putting up much of a fight. Yet, failure bequeathed something more valuable than victory—knowledge, an exchange inspiring immaculate amalgamation. From the confines of the 54 cm thick dome, Je watched on with genuine curiosity as Tyson made use of vital moments. Ethereal plasma spread throughout the dome serving as an anchor for its duration not protection. The dome by itself was enough to handle the stresses of the battle outside. Plasma temporarily tethered Eko to Zhato's presence while repelling foreign radiance.


|During this, a portion of his energy used right digit to carve a glyph on his left elbow; purple plasma breathed life into an axiom of primordial origin guaranteeing his Zhato's survival. |

The Burning Martian's origin is a strange one, having been raised by professional spell masters. The sons of Mars possessed a plethora of abilities that made them godlings by birthright. Needless to say, Tyson initially didn't care much for the mystical force carrier called “magic”. That only changed once he came into possession of the Beta Ring. Je won Tyson over by introducing him to the Sigils of Batvia. Sacred words of primordial power that comprised the language of the First Gods, capable of conceiving, manipulating or destroying entire systems of principles or concepts. Words rumored to form all of creation both physical and metaphysical. Tyson applied this knowledge by writing glyphs, archaic symbols denoting a specific sequence of the Batvian sigils, with his plasma to engrave them on the surface of objects. Such brilliance made his parents so proud that they couldn't believe that their son was adopted.



Now prior to this current scenario, the glyph for “Unitatis” or “Unity” had been engraved on the kid's left vambrace. This bound the concept of the Martian's Zhato to the adamantium-like accessory on a divine level. So long as the symbol existed on the vambrace, transcendent lightning-water operated with impunity. Or in layman's terms, if one desired to manipulate or negate his ergo-matter they'd have to literally sever his left arm. A task easier said than done. Unitatis along with the actions of the Chancellor of Black provided Tyson vital albeit brief window of opportunity. While he worked, Je observed their opposition with curiosity.

How's he looking out there?
It's too soon to tell but I reckon he's making a... dwarf star?

Nooiice, hopefully he gives the other guy a run for his money.

So are you gonna get back out there or do you intend on letting a stranger make you look bad...well worse I suppose?

Woman I swear to god if you don't let me work...
God? But you swore up and down that you’re a scientologist.


Call it a free action or multi-tasking or whatever. Telepathic shit talking took place in tandem with their respective duties. The duo had endured enough tragedies together to face certain Death with a dad joke and a smile. They’d treat this simulated rapture no differently.


Despite the absence of Earth, the Eko dome abided the Chancellor's metaphorical strangulation of Heaven. Je wondered if the angels quivered in rupture of their celestial abode. She also wondered how the Grand Wizard would answer this open display of numinous hegemony. Through her perception, existence was not only threatened, but also veiled in an opaque chroma of azure. The very atmosphere literally inflamed via vigor. Thoughts and visuals shared like memories captured in a scrapbook, made the kid privy to this vehement rhapsody. Unfortunately, for the Black Crown his time was better spent polymerizing rather than observing an episode of Red vs Blue.

He burned an additional glyph into the vambrace covering his weenus. Consequently, this triggered an instant evolution of primordial spell craft. A combination of two axioms to create a metaphysical formula so to speak. Luminescent glyphs purveyed his left arm like wildfire, a silent prelude of Tyson's final creation. Whereas Zhato's aqua freely accepted the blight of Platform Zero–the realm of primordial absence. To the untrained eye, the ergo-matter upon his body only changed from amethyst to onyx. The results of the following transformation were seen an instant before the Magister's response to the Chancellor's cosmic storm.

Nula Zorra | কিছুই শিয়াল

Eko in its entirety dissipated into oblivion donating a portion of its power to Zhato's new framework. It had undergone an metamorphosis of its own immediately following the new formula. Aura framed itself as an aquatic-like husk. Plasma now compressed to specs of ivory glitter. Whereas the now onyx aqua enveloped the kid's body making him look like a Celestialsapien if one didn’t know better. Not one, not two, not three, but nine tails of murky black liquid now flowed around Tyson. Four of which flaunting tips shimmering a hot alabaster. Those four were positioned around him. The rest swayed playfully. During and after completion, energy was stockpiling with this new state.

Tyson's Beta Ring and Vex were both tools birthed by the puissance of boundless imagination. And no other creation embodied this like his beloved Zhato. Now in its Nula Zorra state, the aura is naturally volatile while creating an extramundane eddy current of sorts. Both were passive traits of transcendent electromagnetic radiation. As such the asset's esoteric radiance was instinctively repelled by the Nula Zorra. Whereas, the moisture in the area had been effectively depleted in combination of the Primus' mage craft and Nula Zorra 's advent. Luckily, Martians didn't need oxygen to breathe.
Alas, all things worth having come with substantial sacrifice. Eko, pyro-kinesis, and further shapeshifting were no longer tools in his extensive arsenal. Not like it mattered as two creations now functioned as a single unit. Auric hues shined bright with renewed resolve. Once there was an opening, Tyson planned to attack. He just waited on the wizard.

Are you absolutely sure that this won't go tits up?
Yes..Maybe..Ugh just shut up and watch.

☩ ══ ♛ ══ ☩

Round 5:
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Vincent's post:


Only fools believed themselves to be completely in control when faced with the prospect of death. Was this intellect or desperation? Was this strategic knowledge or sweet despair? Indeed, only a 'fucking moron' would presume to fully understand the capabilities of the Red Magister, especially when they played their part as pawns in a larger game. Effectively, in allowing the necessary visual cues to pose as a defenseless, frail individual amidst the skies, one of them was bound to take the bait. Unfortunately, it was the one that had shown the signs of heightened potential. It appeared as though this fool was about to meet his inevitable demise, however...

But how? Surely, it was an impossibility after they had managed to reach a state of ascension seldom witnessed throughout the Multiverse. Surely, the power they had managed to acquire through their transformation had allowed them to transcend the Red Magister's capabilities... Alas, they had merely matched him after a single limiter had been shaken off. Unbeknownst to the Martian, Vincent seldom found any reason to unveil anything more than a minor portion of his arsenal, or unleash anything more than a minor portion of his overall strength in any battles he'd fought up to date. The exceptions had been few and far between... Sohjin Kasake in his Serene State of Mind, Adell Illiandes Laemington, Kaneda, and Ryougi Shiki had been the only four individuals to push him to a point where it became flat out necessary to rely upon the depths of his potential in order to survive.

This was nothing but a minor inconvenience.

While the Red Magister himself knew not the names that Tyson would give their abilities, it certainly looked as though they would need a class or two in basic Spanish back on one of the several iterations of Earth. After all, Nula Zorra loosely translated to Null Prostitute. El Zorro de la Nada and Zorro Nulo were far more fitting for what he attempted to portray. However, what Tyson had done managed to elicit an internal smile within Vincent. When one cannot control the world around them, they only have one thing to do, and that was to control themselves. True potential was, after all, found within oneself. One could never change the world without first understanding this axiom. Yet, the first mistake the Martian had made was approach the Red Magister no sooner had he first begun to speak. It was a rookie mistake, but one that would cost him dearly.

Words had not been a necessity to bring forth the luminescence reminiscent of the lightning bolts raining down from the storm clouds. Words had not been a necessity for anything he had done up until this point in time. Tyson had simply fallen for the oldest trick in the book, and that was assuming that the Red Magister actually needed to speak to cast his spells... Or that he simply could not react while in the midst of speaking. Assumptions were often the downfall of the feeble minded.

Those who had managed to come across the elusive documents of the Red Magister's codex were often perplexed at the amount of information contained within its pages. From the ancients' meaning of magic and witchcraft, to the designations of spells and spellcasting, all the way to the listings of some of the most astounding and powerful spells. Alas, within these methods of spellcasting was the 'Mueishou Jumon' - the method of Unincanted Spells. The fact the sparks of lightning had occurred prior to him even saying a single word further cemented the misdirection the Red Magister attempted, and from the looks of it succeeded, to lay upon the field. All that was left was to descend into the mindset of the merciless killer he once possessed a long time ago. A mindset that had been suppressed in favor of allowing people second chances, to come back to him for revenge, or for acquaintances that eventually blossomed into friendships. A mindset belonging to the olden warriors of the Isamahii Garden, and to the Assassins of Jinchuu.

The moment the faux Fox flexed its muscles to shift his positioning upon the field, moving even a single inch, the Red Magister was already picking up on his movements, far more used to individuals moving at high speeds than those that employed their strength to their full potential. After all, the Isamahii Garden, the Assassins of Jinchuu, the Redmoon Guardians, and the Xenom warriors all possessed speeds far beyond what Tyson was currently embodying. Experience was a far better ally than anything else within the Red Magister's arsenal; he hadn't even begun to tap unto his speed techniques! As such, the ultrasonic movements of the Midnight Martian were not only perceived with ease, but also intercepted to perfection to the point that, when his opponent's uppercut was in the midst of its ascent, Vincent was simultaneously swaying to his left and moving forward at similar speeds, all whilst delivering the mortal tip of an azure sword shimmering with a vibrant purple aura around it. The weapon protruded from the very palm of his crimson-clad right hand, mercilessly jutting forth to impale the Martian through the skull. Naturally, he could have simply driven the tips of his fingers through the faux Fox's head, but he did not want to get his own hands dirty; instead, he preferred for one of his copies of Liberi Fatali, the second pinnacle of his alchemical creations, to handle the job. All he required the weapon to do was to collide with the Midnight Martian, though whether it was the weapon or himself, the defenses presented forth wouldn't be difficult to deal with. The crackle of lightning momentarily shone before Tyson's eyes, as though it enshrouded the Red Magister from time to time.

The key was in the timing, as the n-waves produced by a sonic boom always trailed behind the object moving at supersonic and higher speeds. The mach cone produced behind the faux Fox was not an immediate concern to the Red Magister, as the sonic boom would never reach its intended target. The simultaneous nature of the counter-attack made it extremely difficult for Tyson to react, however. Should he pursue this course of action, there would be nothing left but a hole within his skull. Each copy of Liberi Fatali was perfectly capable of unleashing the magical energy found within them, and though each of them possessed a singular copy of the Red Magister's spells in a standalone manner, it was not often for the swords to rely on the magic coursing through its Fiorellite surface. This one was an exception, merely enshrouding itself in an anti-barrier enchantment designed solely to drill through barriers and shields, regardless of their physical or supernatural nature.

Whereas a sword protruded from that palm, his other hand was holding a scabbard from one moment to the next. It appeared as though that specific piece of equipment was hanging back and awaiting for its time to shine, either through a follow-up or a suitably timed counter-attack. The eastern styles of swordsmanship he'd managed to pick up in his early years would undoubtedly shine through, though the Shinmeiryuu was certain to make an appearance, if allowed. The Red Magister was lucky to be encased in his own Inner/Outer World paradox, as nothing in his grasp or directly surrounding his silhouette would be afflicted by the faux Fox's aspect of 'deletion' pertaining to his newfound null. The never-matter need not bend; it need only break beneath the sheer weight behind Vincent's simultaneous strike. Of course, he knew this would never happen. His opponent was far too prideful, far too arrogant to understand he'd bitten off more than he could chew, especially when closing the distance in the way he did. Careless, sloppy, all for an attempt at a single uppercut...

While this was occurring between the Midnight Martian and the Red Magister, however, there were more elements at play throughout the field. For example, the two tails that approached the swords of Isamahii. Unfortunately, they would find themselves unable to catch the sentient weapons, which simply split to the left and to the right of the sphere, disappearing into nothingness as though returning to their rightful place within the Magister's ensemble through calculated dematerialization, whilst the latter exploded into a burst of shrapnel and extraneous dust. With the proximity the tails had to the sphere, it was not tough for the particles to coat the entirety of their surface, shifting their state of matter nigh-immediately to that of stone. Essentially, Vincent had hidden one of his favorite spells within the spheres with a single tap before sending both projectiles flying through the air, the petrification spell of Pnoe Petras, the 'Breath of Stone.'

Alas, whether something chose its targets or not was not a factor for the Red Magister's version of the Achromatic Aura. It did not matter whether the effect was random, arbitrary, or designated; anything that attempted to manipulate or alter the environment in any way or form simply saw itself suppressed with no exceptions. Given that the standalone field had been surrounding the valley for quite some time by now, its effect had grown to the point that it was nigh-impossible to eliminate. Then again, since it emanated from the Red Magister, one needed to cut off the head of the proverbial snake in order to dissipate it. It wouldn't eliminate the tails or suppress them, but it would prevent them from coating the field with their aspect of negation. After all, Vincent was very particular with this specific version of the aura.

On the other side, the swords of water and earth followed the trail of the sphere until Xynthus slipped away. At that very moment, they faded into nothingness in a similar manner to the other pair of blades, and returned to the depths of the Red Magister's ensemble. The sphere exploded into a second burst of shrapnel and petrifying dust that scattered through the air, though Xynthus was nowhere near close enough for it to affect him. The most this burst would do was leave a blanket of dust particles practically cutting the Chancellor off from the exchange between the Midnight Martian and the Magister.

Perhaps after experiencing the bite of cold metal upon his skull, Tyson would finally understand who he was dealing with. The Red Magister hadn't even begun to explore the depths of his arsenal even after his limiters were coming off one by one, and even though the Martian had escalated things by closing the distance, it hadn't been enough. It had been too little, too late, and his lack of foresight would most likely cost him his life.

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Xynthu's post:

「 Erasing Data. 」

Disembodied Voice 1 in his head: "I don't wanna be like this, I don't really wanna hurt no feelings -"

"Apologies for the informal Chinwang lad but trust what I've shown you to be both clear and true. Steel yourself, ready your blade, and you'll soon partake in foretold glory. With or without you, make no mistake, the Red Magister has lived his last day.”

Disembodied 2's voice in his head, "But these guys don't Live by the code. Won't Die by the Code. Acting like a Hoe. I don't even want you to be here anymore."

It was filtered through, like how certain ghost trackers used boxes that filtered through the different frequencies that often overlapped into one metaphorical space. He heard the voice in different tones and frequencies because his own aura and body were augmenting themselves as they were supposed to. Adaptation and mutation were paramount leading to evolution at a rapid rate, without augmenting the world outside of himself. Instead each and every cell in his body became a world that didn’t rip the foundations of space time apart, instead it simply overlapped it. Just like one could put a piece of paper over another neatly. But it was deeper than that, they like they always have were sentient existences spawned from the Hennes Hevn in his system.Which was why he was constantly changing appearances and power types - because of constant evolution and connecting with the inner parts of himself.

It was a sink or swim situation, any other being would have gotten used to sinking. But Acrius’ spawn refused to in any shape or form. Dragon fang resorted into changing entirely, it seethed with hatred for Vincent in specific. So much so it began to rip apart the foundations of the spell that attempted at nerfing it purely because the spell was a constant and it too was a constant - a chaotic constant. But this was also a response to accepting what his position was, no longer simply being a being that kept changing - his existence was a law. And now that he couldn’t force himself on everything around? That law applied to him, augmenting him to be instinctive and the force he carried now became him. With how his body could megamorph itself it formed a ring of bio-ethereal matter behind him, representation of his past forms displeasure. Offering surreal buffs to healing, tapping into the core’s blessing and swift damnation (divination). It was a sentient existence that was constantly forming otherworldly somethings via synthesis of its matter. It didn’t use external materia that was foreign to him for synthesis, it just made more of itself and converted the excess matter into something else entirely. A sword? A pole? Various weapons? They gave off a glow that followed the natural flow of the world, refracting actual light as it passed through synethetic particles as if each weapon was both a crystal and a sun simultaneously.

Disembodied Voice 3 in his head. "I know Moonchild is mad at me. . . I wish she just loved me the way I loved her."

A new passive was birthed. The air about him greyed and dulled as he stood there, in terms of energy relating to himself only, there was no color and everything became static like. Waves upon waves ‘pon waves that distorted his image as he ascended to his rightful place. ABOVE ALL THINGS! It wavered in a loop that was constant, giving him the appearance of multiple people in multiple places. He himself took the appearance of a sea of red and darkness that seemed to have no end nor any beginning in deepness. Sea serpents danced into the area around him, the edges of his multiple shapes that ripped away the sight most relied on. Now mind you, none of these seemed to augment the world as it stood, not truly anyways. Making it hard to pinpoint the aspects of his existence. The dragons spoke in ancient tongues not even the grand mage could have translated because of their odd noises and a lack of exposure to their origins.

Loud Clanks resounding as armor was dawned, it didn’t tamper with the fundaments of this actual planet. No, it used energy to again - synthesize armor across his frame. European and form fitting consisting of, hard silver-white and red armor including gauntlets, greaves, a breastplate, and tassets that act as impregnable defenses made to prevent magical energies from harming him.

Disembodied voice in his head 4. "These are your friends? These niggas betray eachother so easily. They get rid of you for not being them - there is no individuality anymore."

The Hennes Hevn even going as far as forming a thin layer of this crystal-like bio-matter that coats their skin as scales, creating an outward armor that protects them while also enhancing them. They were completely transparent. Not only does it cover their skin, but it also forms brille, which protects them from illusions, flashes of light, cognitive overload by filtering out useless information, infections and blinding techniques. Allowing them to move at god tier high velocities, absorb a large sum of kinetic force, shrug off spells, so on and so forth. They come equipped with a dermal armor that consists of five layers of inner armor that act as both gate and second defense system after the skin; via their natural defensive cells that are around which fight against poisons/toxins, acids, bacteria, and virus’. Not only is each layering two atoms thick, it absorbs, converts, absorbs, and scatters kinetic energy and force to strengthen future layers and the user at hand.

Everything that opposed him was subjected to THE HEART OF THE SUN. Within his presence, opponents are actively subjected to the immense weight and overwhelming nature of his presence, his presence is the HEART of the OCEAN and SON of the moon. Which allows him to slow his opponents at a rapid rate, it’d feel like moving through a large sum of water. Though it would only affect Vincent and his magicks. Which was coupled with THE DOGS OF THE SKY. Around him at all times are bio-ethereal leviathan like beasts which are sentient masses, they are said to be a blessing as well as a curse of becoming their war goddesses patron. They are tied to his very spirit which swathe his true form in their might, granting him the indomitable will to control over self but also being able to lash out in her former sons name. They can use them to attack his targets or they’ll naturally defend him. Their constant yipping, laughter, and presence can be heard but rarely ever seen at least until it's too late.

Disembodied voice 5, "But I’m making it out the hood, and some, God gave me all this shit, I never had to ask for it."

But his actual attack, which would be sent in accordance with the “Shinigami’s” intentful stare. Would be his sudden formation without disturbing the world in the slightest, it was quick. The Hennes Hevn that spawned as The Acolyte of Acrius, slashed. Ethereal Flames being spewed from the blade of the sword as hardened saws that orbited in two directions; left and right - while the existence of the weapon awarded a slash that led and followed its dreary realm. He’d have his head lopped off, his arms cut in two, his legs sliced off easily due to both blade and frequency. The Acolyte seemed always shuddering and releasing the faint screams of childish life-forces, the most powerful source of power next to blood itself. The same blood that was used to form the filtering place around him, his cloak itself being grafted to reform itself and become the same barrier that would be used to protect him in the progressing war-scene.

Disembodied voice 6,"I know my Abuelita and sick ass Abuelo won’t approve. . ."

He looked at Dragon fang in his hand, it began to glow. Revealing to him his true origins. Edwin Pe- It all made sense.Here he was in another mans world, in another mans face, about to cut his head off as he jutted his hand outwards sword protruding from his palm. Technique versus Moves made on the fly. Three multiple slashes from the south, east, and west of Vincent. The gales carried a scream and sparked with arcs of his own power. But this reminded him fighting his pops back in the day, clones were kinda. It made him wonder where his sister was in this rendition of his existence? Footfalls away from clouds of Ivory showed the Acrius was growing rather bored of watching his Acolyte.

Disembodied voice 6,"Has anyone talked to Lemon? Is she okay? I know she’s going through it rough. I just hope she doesn’t have that coronavirus shit. . ."

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Tyson's post

--; A Chain of Unfortunate Events Continued

If there's anything that I hope for the readers to remember, it is this one saying:

“Rejoice in the hidden blessing of being underestimated. Trust me...when I say, 'victory tastes much sweeter when it comes with proving the world wrong.'” - Alyus Slyvain

Verse 2: A Dreadful Promise Kept

Vincent: | Only fools believed themselves to be completely in control when faced with the prospect of death. Was this intellect or desperation? Was this strategic knowledge or sweet despair? Indeed, only a 'fucking moron' would presume to fully understand the capabilities of the Red Magister, especially when they played their part as pawns in a larger game. Effectively, in allowing the necessary visual cues to pose as a defenseless, frail individual amidst the skies, one of them was bound to take the bait. Unfortunately, it was the one that had shown the signs of heightened potential. It appeared as though this fool was about to meet his inevitable demise, however... |


Agreed you are a fool to think you're in control when Death is literally staring you down. This is the consequence of your arrogance inspired not by intellect nor despair. Formulas derived from pure madness. Division. Distraction. Diversion. An old strategy that the Magister undeniably fell for. And ironically, it took a fucking moron's plan to eliminate a man that was supposedly an equal to the God Dragon himself. Indeed, a fool had finally met his inevitable demise: Vincent Fiorelli.

Close quarters combat was a specialty that Tyson performed only on worthy opponents. That and melee was his only weakness now. So, why would he expose himself so quickly when his evolution transpired just mere moments ago? There were pieces to the puzzle sprinkled between all that had been done. Tyson, having been a military commander during the middle of his extremely long life, never went into battle with just a single plan. No, there were too many variables, too many dangers. Experience taught him it is easier to hide a plan within another plan instead of being forthright with what one desired. One out of the nine tails had been used to set up the true surprise attack. Ergo, usage of a decoy is what brought him the fruits of success.

Tyson: | Two were positioned directly below the brawler, leaving two to pursue their own targets, while four were spaced out knowing full well not to interfere until beckoned... his fateful feint; a camisado…What Vincent is now dealing with is a challenge under false pretenses… |

2 + 2 + 4 = 8 but there were 9 tails..

As stated before, Vincent's final moments had been numbered like 1, 2, 3, 4:

1 Sword
2 Bolts
3 Axioms
4 Fantasies

And it all began when he played right into Tyson's hands. The faux Fox, a byproduct of the axiom “Kinko” or “Copy”, had done his job correctly. The real Tyson had been watching the exchange between his doppelgänger and the Magister. In all honesty, he wasn't sure about this part of his plan but when the window of opportunity finally came, Tyson smashed through it without hesitation. This was the moment that Je had shown Xynthus; exactly when to strike the Magister. The precise moment of victory. Just as Tyson presumed, Vincent wouldn’t easily submit to direct confrontation. So, in the case of him fighting back or fleeing, Tyson had been postured to attack the Magister as he attempted to escape his fate. Since Vincent brought a sword to a fist fight, it was totally fair for Tyson to bring a “gun” after all. Twin bolts of complex destruction were fired from 24 meters below and between the two isolated tails.

Vincent: | ... Vincent was simultaneously swaying to his left and moving forward at similar speeds, all whilst delivering the mortal tip of an azure sword shimmering with a vibrant purple aura around it... |


1 Sword & 2 Bolts

It was at this precise moment as Vincent committed his maneuver he'd be struck not once but twice at the exact same time. Kryptonians had heat vision, Martians had...Martian Vision. They were quite similar, but Tyson had evolved. Needless to say, so did his Martian Vision as the kid now incorporated both Zhato and Null into such a fundamental ability along with his psionics. The polymerization of both concepts allowed them to coexist without one impeding the other. The clone itself employed the Martian ability of intangibility as he continued his work.

Tyson: | ...Martian Vision being used to see in multiple harmonics instead of murder…for now... |

Tyson: | Auric hues posed with promise of Death looked up at the Red Magister. He wanted to see the grand wizard's expression of hopelessness or better yet punish him if he tried to fight his predicament... |

Aqua Balo | জলের বুলেট
"Water Bullet"

Cerulean bolts of plasma, wrapped around sable water, would merge as they hit Vincent from torso to thigh. This attack moved at a speed exceeding his own. Besides the supernal eddy currents, Zhato-plasma also held more than enough heat to vaporize the wizard. Whereas, the Null water automatically imposed its negation property of the deletion effect within a 12-meter radius. The water's target was anything that tried to impose the Aqua Balo: Vincent, his energies, and magic would all become obsolete should they try to interfere. Impeded or not, the water instinctively wrapped around his torso and thighs restricting all movement. Zhato-plasma burned flesh that wasn't already vaporized for the duration of the hold. The plasma itself is blue instead of the traditional amethyst due its immense speed as it traveled along the light spectrum while also obtaining mass akin to a white Dwarf star. The sheer force of impact should've sent Vincent flying across the Heavens like a comet. Instead psionics were used to focus the concussive force directly onto the Magister's body. This in turn resulted in either all of his bones being ground to dust or his body being snapped in half like a twig. All this to ensure that the Magister didn't interrupt the real plan. Bondage and being vaporized were not the only obstacles that the Magister faced. As previously stated, he had been attacked twice. Tyson used his Martian Vision while Xynthus used his swordsmanship.

Xynthus: | ...But his actual attack, which would be sent in accordance with the “Shinigami’s” intentful stare... |

One killed the wizard via science whereas the other used the swift finesse of martial art. Slashes that were to stop a murder of crows, each one held constant beauty as they glistened in the light surrounding. Revealing a trio of deaths that brought their three fingers to close around them. Refracting light as they swam in the air like sharks, anyone could see how they were strokes like a paint brush against paper. Each stroke aimed to ensnare the mind just as death came to ensnare lives between its sharpened fingers. Who would have known an artist graced the battlefield?

4 Fantasies

While both attacks were occurring, the faux Fox that lured Vincent into this mess, performed his secondary task. The isolated tails and the twin tails that negated the sphere's magic returned to the original’s form. Whereas the remaining four had all been placed 7 meters surrounding the Magister. Immediately after the combined assault, this attack is finally released. The foxes instantly relocated to the ground as they viewed the conception of final annihilation.

Últimas Fantasía | শেষ কল্পনা
"Final Fantasy"

Rapid release of compact energy within each tails’ shape/property transformation also produced conflagration or a firestorm. First, they compressed into spheres no bigger than golf balls right before erupting into massive geysers of onyx liquid imbued with the same specs of plasma that made up Tyson's current form. The waves of the geysers then fused together creating a body of water suspended in the very sky that Magister used to reign over. This lake spans for 6.4 km2 and would remain for a duration of five minutes before eventually reforming back into four spheres and then fading into oblivion. The devastation of the attack lied within the geysers’ eruption, its waves and the conflagration produced by the lake. The swift fulmination of each geyser produced a shockwave ten times as powerful as the impact force that assaulted the Magister just moments before. The specs of plasma within the lake and geysers gave the attack temperatures rivaling the very Sun itself. Overall, the transformation from sphere to lake all occurred within similar speed to Tyson’s Aqua Balo, leaving not a chance to dodge or a single trace of the Magister's body or his magic outside of the Achromatic Aura.

3 Axioms

As always, countermeasures were placed into the attack in identical fashion to how the clone had been created. Before the tails were detonated, axioms were written. As the specs of plasma simulated stars, Tyson directed the sentience within the tails to arrange the stars to recreate the necessary glyphs needed to perform an axiom. The idea of which inspired by the very constellations seen within a night sky. Each tail possessed two axioms Crudus/Sear and Manus/Man Up. The former is what caused the lake to possess enough heat to scorch the sky and consume all the clouds and surrounding vapor. The latter increases the strength of a single aspect of the attack or spell. Specifically, Tyson increased the potency of the deletion effect of the lake. The lake’s presence, still being physically transcendent matter, would negate & assimilate any form of magic, energy, metaphysical, or physical essence that tried to influence it. The sentient corpus of onyx aqua was committed to its purpose: eradicating all physical traces of Vincent.

Once the five-minute duration ended, the divine collected itself leaving only an aurora in its stead. Rushing waters with their eddy currents, were sporadic in their thunderous movements creating an ocean of blackness within the very sky itself. From the below, it was like watching a tidal wave of hydrous Space suddenly blot out the Sun. Even as he stood in the valley below, Tyson felt like he was caught in a campfire’s flare. Transcendent beauty and destruction all captured in the physical illustration of the mysterious cosmos that is Space.

Both Martian and clone watched what they hoped to be the beginning of the end. They highly doubted anyone could survive being in the center of such an explosion let alone four of them. However, the former commander is a firm believer in “trust but verify” or confirming a kill as others would say. Once Je gave the all clear, the clone would return into the nothing leaving Tyson alone but alert.

Cliff Notes:

As expected of Tyson’s two-part plan, Vincent focused on what was in front of him instead of his surroundings. The kid, using the plethora of stars that made up Nula Zorra, formed an axiom derived from the concept of constellations within his Nula Zorra. This created a doppelgänger out of one of his nine tails to engage Vincent in close quarters combat. The Magister aiming to stab the clone, brandished a sword while also evading the clone’s uppercut. It was exactly in that moment that both Tyson and Xynthus attacked the Red Magister. Xynthus using his blade and Tyson firing an evolved version of his Martian Vision that was fused with both Zhato and Null. Tyson’s attack had been fired under the conditions echoing the legendary Infinite Mass Punch while Xynthus’ attack was simply too quick to follow. All that coupled with the Null water, that negated all of Vincent’s concepts once in proximity, made this tactic a sure-fire way to release the Últimas Fantasía without intervention.

The Achromatic Aura was not being negated with all these attacks. It was simply being ignored as none of these attacks “attempted an expansion of influence or manipulation of the field in any way”. No, they were like Vincent’s sphere and swords, physical matter with their own innate albeit mystifying properties.

The Últimas Fantasía is Tyson’s strongest attack; a silhouette of the forces that composed the Big Bang. Tyson didn’t need Je to know that the Magister may’ve had a trick or two up his crimson sleeve. Regardless, Vincent, being dead or near-death, should be completely eradicated by the Últimas Fantasía. 2/3 of the last axioms Tyson used, bolstered the effects of the Final Fantasy making it nigh unstoppable once activated. It also held the best of both worlds. The clone had positioned the spheres so the method of their release mimicked an AoE attack. Yet each individual sphere was actually a focused attack due to the time Tyson spent compressing absurd amounts of energy into all of them. Conclusively, with patience, understanding, and deception, the kid introduced the heart of his plan: getting Vincent in between four massive explosions.

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