Round 2:
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Yoshida post:
The Vagabond idly continued to stand within the center of the aforementioned platform, retaining that same relaxed demeanor in his body language as previously mentioned despite the sudden intrusion of wrath wrought upon the earth from the Heavens above. Within the vertical slits of his eyes were a secondary iris and pupil possessing several functions, those currently being used involved the capability to shift and rotate the inner aperture up to 90 degrees, so that the inner pupil can overlay the outer one or lie at a right angle to it. This ocular structure gives him extremely accurate depth perception and focusing ability no matter how much or how little light there is. His eyes also have a double lens. The outer lens is much the same as any other creature’s in form and function. The inner lens, however, is a mass of transparent muscle fibers that can polarize incoming light. This particular lens also serves as a means to magnify what the Monk sees, and helps account for his superior long distance vision. As such, this allowed him to clearly see the sudden image in the sky by the congregation of energy from quite a distance away before the wrath of Heaven was sent to Earth.
He has special eyes that let him see energy and light when he needs to see it. He's looking at the build of my energy before I arrived. 8 Psionic energy daggers 3 inches long, Raza can sense it
Within that particular moment of idle respite where the imagery of energy congregating within the Vagabond's line of sight did a sequence of actions transpire based on how suspicious it was for the weather to hastily change without a warning, be it clouds congregating or darkened skies. Firstly, the manifestation of his Phrenic energy, or Psionic energy beckoned forth from his very mind through sheer focus. This intangible energy was then wrought into the shape of daggers, each one possessing a blade length of roughly 3 inches. A grand total of 8 daggers floated above the Vagabond's hooded cowl, all of which were lifted by his mind itself through a means of telekinesis. Secondly, after the contingency plan had been acted on did the culmination of his preparations come to fruition, that being the previously mentioned daggers he formed were then sent spiraling through the air at an alarming speed comparable to birds of prey towards the location in which the lightning struck, intending to shred through his sidereal body, otherwise known as his very quintessence; the soul.
He attacks with the daggers coming at me, to attack my soul. During my entrance, use the Zhato to act independently.
. The moment in which these projectiles were sent forth with psychic swagger was in tandem with the stranger's entrance that intruded his peaceful respite, moments before words ever left his lips; conversing wasn’t in his interest whatsoever. Nevertheless, an instinctual response had been immediately made in tandem with the electrical currents upon the stranger’s entrance, that being one of the three smooth inner eyelids, or nictitating membranes that accompanied his set of eyes, protecting them each. These in particular were the innermost membrane that are crystal clear and serve to protect the eye from damage, or attempt to regardless whilst allowing him to retain his sight. The aftermath of his Psionic assault would leave virtually no physical evidence due to the fact that the Phrenic energy had been made to directly assault the soul during such an interaction instead of harming the physical body. As an addition to the intended effect, the aforementioned daggers were previously mentioned to be manifestations of the Vagabond's mind. That being said, they followed the Law of Contagion, which holds that when two things have interacted, or were once part of a single entity, retain their connection and can exert influence over each other. A Contagionic Aura had been imparted upon these very daggers, thus meaning that they follow the Law of Contagion. This Contagionic Bond had been highly dependent on Yoshida's thoughtfulness, making it incredibly intense throughout the sheer focus spent on their creation throughout the process of their shape being made, and as a result, an energetic signature had been imparted onto them all. Doing so allows the universe to know that these daggers belonged to their creator, thus preventing these manifestations of his very mind to be immediately turned on him should an awry event such as that transpire.
. Furthermore, should the intended assault become successful then the Law of Contagion would apply itself to the stranger who interrupted the Vagabond's peaceful day, thus meaning that a particular connection shall be made between the two individuals throughout the duration of this event unless one or the other somehow disrupts that very Contagionic Bond being made. A one way window of sorts would be the semblance between the connection between the two individuals, allowing the Vagabond to directly influence the soul of the stranger, essentially leaving behind his very own energetic signature upon the quintessence of this being. That being said, it could be seen as though this individual of sorts is an extension of the Vagabond, utilizing him as though he were practically a pool of energy to siphon strength from mentally. In doing so, the intruder may be exposed to the presence of the Void whispering to him, potentially causing madness as immense waves of information, albeit near incomprehensible words echoed throughout his mind, becoming excessively loud as if any other sense may potentially be drowned out by the noise alone. Not a muscle had been moved by the hooded figure, for he believed that the mind and soul triumphed over the body and should all go as planned then surely this feat could attest to just that.
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Tyson's Post:
—; No One Paints Kappy in the Corner
When the Kirin tastes the bane of the Black Dahlia
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
• It seemed that honor is a virtue that the enemy lacked. Probably replaced by the paranoia that spurred the preparation of an attack based on dark clouds that never spawned. For thunder that never roared. If he sought to attack out of utter fear, then Aerys was determined to give him something to be afraid of. Kirin—an omen of misfortune brought on by the might of conejions. And it all started with the Eternal's immaculate weapon: Zhato. • Crafted by the Forgemaster himself—the Black Crown slayer of the Red Magister, Zhato is the trademark of all of his disciples. It is transcendent ergo-matter that obeys only Raza and those bearing the Apex Rex. After all, what normal lightning comes in black and fluoresces purple? No, what the Homo Immortalis wields is Nether, elevated to its greatest potential, a weapon capable of harming both the physical and metaphysical. A sentient extension of both Raza and Aerys, Zhato behaves to protect its masters and kill all who oppose them. And so, it did.
• Timing. All battles came down to it. When we strike is what makes the difference between victory and defeat. And the enemy had struck way too soon. Not only meant to protect his mind, Raza had sensed the gathering of energy prior to soles gracing the discoid. Regardless, abstruse lightning still would've reacted independently. Twin passives were immediately activated before Zhato had a chance to disperse. Osiris—the gift of fourth dimensional purview and Garde— the aura of cosmic safeguard. Orbs shifted from hues of saffron to amethyst, pupils becoming Suns captured within Suns. Simultaneously, lightning trilled from centimeters above his corpus creating a supernal electromagnetic field within his aura. Naturally, this aura held extramundane eddy currents which offered conditional protection. The same protection that forced enemies into fisticuffs. Unfortunately, the cloaked figure would learn this the hard way.
• An exhale was all it took for their separation to become terminus. With a smile, the Kirin dashed forward using a Shi—an advanced footwork technique facilitating movement so fast that the naked eye cannot follow. 14 meters was reduced to three but nine was the range of 360° borrowed vision. Mystical eyes saw vitality within the enemy whilst moving forward and plucking a single Eko bullet from Pip's depth. Once three meters West of the enemy, left hand clapped over right with the argent bullet embedded in between. This single clap is the literal prelude to a well-planned end. Whereas the enemy's daggers? Irrelevant. Projectiles were swatted away like meager fruit flies. •
Vagabond: | Firstly, the manifestation of his Phrenic energy, or Psionic energy...This intangible energy was then wrought into the shape of daggers… |
>> • Now to understand why, one must first under the genius of the Black Crown. An eddy current is a localized electric current induced in a conductor by a varying magnetic field. By Lenz's law, an eddy current creates a magnetic field that opposes the change in the magnetic field that created it. The twittering lightning adorning Aery's frame held their own eddy currents but they worked on a transcendent level. Whenever foreign vitality, [magic, charka, energy, anti-energy, mana, etc.] came within the Kirin's vicinity, they were instantly repelled in a fashion similar to magnetic repulsion. Yet this phenomenon was not a form of magnetism but rather the incompatibility between esoteric forces. A mere example of the many applications of the Forgemaster's Zhato.
• Therefore, Aerys moved at the enemy with impunity and adamant resolve, quick yet with disciplined control. The aforementioned clap was both preparation and attack. True to his lineage, the Eternal possessed immeasurable strength. The simple act of pressing palms together produced a devastating shockwave capable of bursting eardrums and pulverizing bones. The brunt of the attack should be more than enough to kill the vagabond due to the proximity. Yet experience had taught him to never expect an easy victory. Atramentous lightning rustled in his dextral appendage. Elan amassed along Raza's fang. Amethyst hues glimmered with wrath. Even if the plan failed, one thing was certain. The vagabond had lived his last day.
My blade is the body of the Sun. My body is the heart of the Storm.
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