Sundering Dimensions - Bryan vs. Behemoth

[Anomaly]

The Lord of the East smashes through the outer defenses of The Masters pitiful Fortress. There is no resistance as he melts through their walls, a legion of slavering demons rushing, gibbering behind him. They have entered an unguarded and vulnerable realm, ripe for the ravaging. Blood shall soon flow in rivers and the mountains of the slain shall reach past the sky.

As quickly as it rises the rush of euphoric blood lust ebbs, dampened as all fades to blue twilight. A void stretches in every direction, only a strange shimmering blue light giving anything a semblance of shape. A crackle, a spark of energy blossoms into life. It moves gently, a ball of energy drifting in the near darkness. It drifts too close to a demon, quickly snatched in its clawed hands. The energy being reacts, glows brighter, and explodes, taking the demons hands with it as it dies. The demon horde laughs at the little gremlins pain. Lord Distruzione lifts his hand, and silence quickly falls. For all their madness, none are so crazed as to ignore their masters silent command.

With a sudden clap of thunder, all roars into energy spitting life. The void of energy, the Nilvana that is the Pillar of Energy's realm in her absence, surges into fresh life as bolt after bolt of electricity arcs through the infinitely huge and infinitely small chamber. It is both at the same time as there is no will to shape it. Only the energy beings, which now flock in droves having sensed the demise of one of their number, can survive in this chaos. Indeed one by one, the horde of darkness that followed Distruzione is struck down...either fried to a crisp by a thick bolt of energy or blown to pieces by an angry energy being.

Yet through all this carnage, Distruzione stands calmly, as all around him his legions are dying. The void takes on some shape, a twisted kind of order, as twisting violet green portal opens within the realm. Where there was nothing but a blue glow, there is now a plane of twisting ether. The void of solid energy opens its maw to the sky, unveiling the heavens in a turmoil of boiling lightnings that arch from the earth to the sky in a blaze that makes what passed before seem as nothing. To the west, lent a certain brilliance by this display, the central Keep can just be seen through the smokey haze. However, that is of no importance now.

No...now there is only the figure who steps through the twisting nether, flanked by serpentine dragons. Valkyarke, Pillar of Dimensions, stands in the abode of Energy and faces this challenger in her absence. As the compact between Pillars dictate, a fragment of her power is lent to him as he stands in this place, allowing him to shape the solid energy that composes her realm at his will. For all the ease the dark lord found entering this eastern sector of the Floating Fortress, he would find it much harder to find a path out.

[Bryan]

Lord Distruzione stood in complete focus, his eyes locked on his opponent. It had been what felt like a millennium since anyone dared to stand opposed before him. His long black hair gently breezed to the side, appearing as though it had physical life of it's own. His surroundings did not matter to him, as they never have, so his eyes did not stray even for a moment from Valkyarc.

Reaching around to his back, he slowly unsheathed his Condottier sword, resting the tip into the ground and placing his left hand on the handle. Distruzione raised his right hand in front of him, making a tight fist and cracking what sounded like every bone in his hand. Still focused on Valkyarc, he placed his right hand over the Naberius crest embedded in his chest armor.

"Venuto dalle ceneri...faccia la mia offerta una volta di più...sotto l'occhio Naberius...," he whispered.

(Come from the ashes...do my bidding once more...under the eye of Naberius...)

Slowly, a dark blue flame emerged from both of his gauntlets, surrounding them. He removed his right hand from the crest. The red stone in the place of Naberius' eye was now glowing brightly. Lord Distruzione pointed at Valkyarc.

"Dicami il vostro nome...," demanded Lord Distruzione.

(Say your name to me...)

[Grizzly]

Enticed and enriched, Valkyarc greedily breathed in the arousing scent of pure energy and received an electrical shock surging throughout his body, a blue vapor exhaling from the eyes, nose, and lip holes on his helmet like a nostalgic smoke. It was like breathing in the burning fumes of an ancient shamanic herb and experiencing the nauseating trance of seeing the unseen within the thin lines of reality, a thrill of metaphysical ecstasy. For him, it was guilty pleasure, for everyone else; it was a sign that indicated the Pillar of Energy’s transfer of power into Valkyarc’s body, giving him access and control to the world around him.

After a quick moment of shivering bliss, Valkyarc shook off the feeling to concentrate on the current state of things, his eyes rolling down to greet his opponent.

"Dicami il vostro nome...," ordered Lord Distruzione. The words “Say your name to me,” whispering in Valkyarc’s ear like a feather tickling against his skin.

“Morte…,” Valkyarc replied with a smile behind his helmet’s mask while the energy rising from Distruzione’s auras made him shake with excitement. It even affected the serpent-like dragons as they twined around his body, teasing and begging to attack so they could feast on Distruzione’s power. Ironically, if it were not for the control over his emotions he would have already sent them off in a kamikaze rage and might have even joined in such lunacy himself. For now, he had to continue calming them so they would not make any mistakes and misjudge their prey.

(Death…)

Strangely, in a sudden flash of defiance, the serpentine beast flew upwards away from their master and vanished in clouds of black smoke. It was a reaction he had predicted from their growing impatience and couldn’t help but chuckle at in amusement, breathing in deeply before taking his first step down some stairs and onto the level battlefield towards his opponent. With every step, there was an echo as if the floors were made of marble inside the colossal room of pure energy, the walls distorting from the power leaking from his body.

Slowly as he walked forward, Valkyarc also began emitting his own violent violet aura that unpredictably shot out in random directions and strengthen in sized by the time he stopped a good twenty feet away from Distruzione.

“Now, I doubt this really intimidates you seeing as you are much bigger than I, but let’s make these words short," Valkyarc said boldly, "I’m not going to ask you to leave because you’re going to face death. All I ask for is that you try not to insult my intelligence,” Valkyarc paused as he placed his hand over the handle of the large sword on his back, “It’s time for chaos.”

Lunging forward, Valkyarc’s afterimage had a hard time keeping up with his speed as he rushed into a black cloud and disappeared. The hall vibrated harder from his increase in power and shook when another cloud exploded a few feet behind Distruzione with a loud war-like scream coming from inside the portal. However, a second later revealed it was not Valkyarc readily flanking his adversary, but instead the roar deepened from a large rift seeker as it ripped through into this dimension to attack Distruzione. This was not the only rift seeker though as two more erupted into this world from his left and right and slivered through the air with their jaws wide open, similar to that of a great white shark speeding towards its kill.

As unpredictable as his own creature’s movement, Valkyarc’s arm reached through a black cloud from the other side of the portal with his sword in hand, one of the stones glowing upon the black surface of the weapon. He was only ten feet away and swung in an X-like shape at far incredible speeds then what he displayed earlier, sending two invisible waves moving at the speed of sound aimed at the center of Distruzione’s breastplate. A pair of sonic booms followed before Valkyarc pulled his arm back into the clouds and withdrew into his own dimension.

[darkViVi]

(((OOC- Since Bryan missed his deadline for whatever reason, I have been summoned as back-up.)))


The Prince of the East laughs at Valkyarcs puny attempt to retreat, then the rays hits his chestplate…

“What was this? Hahahahaha! Worthless..”

A silhouette appears in the middle gap in the outside wall surrounding the Master's breached fortress, it almost seems too big to belong to a man. Lord Distruzione turns around as he senses something is there, behind him. He can clearly see the horns on the creatures head and the large battle axe it seems to be holding. This beast or whatever it is stands there for a couple of more seconds as it was assessing what is going on around the battlefield before it slowly takes a step towards the Prince.
Lord Distruzione readies his weapon for battle but as the beast approaches he recognizes it as the undead High Lord.

“Greetings Prince, am I too late? Is our.. enemy crushed?”

Lord Distruzione tells Bloodaxe how he started to fight Valkyarc before he ran away like a coward.
“WIMPS!” Bloodaxe angrily yells out.
“We need to slay them all to call this a crushing defeat!”

The Prince nods, and speaks on.. “Bloodaxe, can you try to use your undead powers and get him back here and fight him? I must return to the Citadel, I can’t be bothered with this.”

The mighty Norseman nods at the dark Prince as he curses his cowardice opposition and sits down on a rock, unscrews both his drinking horns from his helmet and fills one of them with mead. Eric then puts the horn filled with mead away and unscrews the bottom off the second horn and fills it with some magical tobacco while he waits for the enemy to return to the battlefield.

[Grizzly]

Within the last few seconds before his attack could connect, Valkyarc sensed the aura of another being nearby; an aura that had a foul stench and ugliness even he could not ignore thanks to his heightened senses. It even distracted his attention away from his attack and broke the mental link to his sword, submerging the energy from the glowing stone and forcing the power to fade back into dormancy, dissipating the energy of the waves. To Distruzione, it seemed like nothing had happened as he most likely felt a slight vibration from the weak momentum left over.

Soon enough the disgusting aroma that had plagued him only a moment ago finally stepped into view and startled Distruzione for a second, he then easing his sword and began speaking to the creature as if it were his own comrade. Valkyarc himself couldn’t miss the opportunity to find out what was going on, running over towards the two still within his own dimension.

“Greetings Prince, am I too late? Is our enemy...crushed?” The newcomer asked.

After Distruzione retold Bloodaxe what had happened up to now, Valkyarc jumped back in surprise as Bloodaxe screamed, "WIMPS! We need to slay them all to call this a crushing defeat!”

Stunned at the hideous creature’s retort, Valkyarc wasn’t really sure if this Viking-like character was for real or if it was some sort of act to deceive him. The expression of his face under his helmet looked even more shocked from Bloodaxe's obnoxiousness that he almost felt compelled to laugh. Valkyarc could also feel the thick arrogant atmosphere throughout the air around him as he watched Lord Distruzione entrust his task onto the new guy, Bloodaxe nodding in approval before sitting down and drinking what appeared to be mead from his helmet’s horns. Something just didn’t feel right though with his new opponent already sitting around just waiting for something to happen no matter what consequence of his inaction. Did the big guy have something up his sleeve or was he really that arrogant?

Amused by this turn of events, Valkyarc reminded himself of what kind of abilities his enemy had revealed to him and that stunned look on his face turned into a huge smile. He had remembered an old tactic he used before, but loved the combination of this new idea tickling his urge to fight. For this plan to work, however, he needed a position that wouldn’t be so compromised like a full frontal attack. Valkyarc assumed Bloodaxe would bluntly defend against such an assault anyway. Still cautious about his new enemy, he leapt upwards into the air and a rift seeker lent him a scale to hold onto as it took him to the ceiling.

Finally fading back into reality through the clouds of black smoke, Valkyarc quickly attached his feet to the ceiling using the Pillar of Energy’s ability. When he was firmly installed he looked down at Bloodaxe with that crazy smile and began manipulating the sculptured lips of his mask to open up wider. He then took a deep breath before spitting out a strange liquid onto his sword until it covered the entire upper-half of it. Now it was time to play.

Readying himself for the beginning of his strategy, Valkyarc disconnected his feet and pushed off like a hawk diving in for its prey. To avoid any premature counter, however, he jumped in and out portals using his rift seekers to nudge him away from one position to the next in the air. Tension was slowly beginning to build the closer he descended towards his enemy, Valkyarc decided it was time to signal the others and begin the first phase of his plan.

Like bats out of hell with their asses on fire, three blood-lusting rift seekers ripped through the portals thirty feet away from Bloodaxe’s position and were closing in fast from his left, right, and six o’clock. For Valkyarc, they were almost in perfect position as they twirled gracefully in beautiful patterns, reaching about fifteen away from Bloodaxe. The second phase was about to begin.

Concentrating hard on the next task, Valkyarc focused enough energy to transfer some into one of the stones on the white side of his sword, creating a spark of electrical energy. That static shock then reacted with the liquid he had spewed earlier and burst into flames.

In his left hand, Valkyarc had also built up a new energy of a golden color, thrusting that hand out into a palm to explode thousands of spheres down towards his draconic beast, yet this was just the beginning of his next strategy.

Only ten feet above Bloodaxe now, Valkyarc raised his sword and swung downwards at his opponent to create a powerful wave of blazing force, mixing in with the golden spheres to enchant the flame, glowing as bright as the sun. At the same time the rift seekers breathed their own fire in Bloodaxe’s direction and it reacted with the spheres the same way. It was now obvious to realize that Valkyarc had transformed the flames into a holy fire and Bloodaxe was in the middle of a divine barbeque.

“Here’s a holy crucifixion as a greeting for you, newcomer!” Valkyarc screamed as he used the swings momentum from his own attack to glide back to the ground twenty feet away from Bloodaxe. He quickly took up a defensive stance and waited for what was going to happen next.

[darkViVi]

The enormous berserker looks annoyed at the Master as he jumps in and out of portals, he thinks to himself.. “What a coward this Master is..” Just as he raised his axe to counter any attack from his foe the Rift Seekers approaches but only serves as a minor distraction at best against the mighty Dreadlord. They are all swiftly cut down and the Norseman laughs.. “Mwahahaha! You’ll have to conjure better than this, worm!”

In this moment as Valkyarc raised his sword and swung towards the man in black, Bloodaxe calls upon his unholy powers and a black aura fills the air in an 8ft radius surrounding him. It is a powerful dark spell that incinerates everything within the aura except for the caster himself. Moments later, Valkyarc’s enchanted holy fire was heading straight towards the warrior at an incredible speed striking the barrier surrounding him..

At the moment of impact, Bloodaxe’s barrier seems to explode in all sorts of colors sending powerful shockwaves in every direction but Valkyarc’s spell was too powerful for the barrier to cope with, clearly Bloodaxe had this warrior underestimated. Although Valkyarc’s spell was weakened by the impact against the Norseman’s spell, the warrior is struck down towards the earth into the flames that are now surrounding him, setting his clothes on fire. The mighty warrior can see that the bear hide he is wearing is disintegrating by the fires, but the Norseman just gets up and throws the worthless hide away.

“-Fire is pretty much useless against us servants of the Lich King, prepare to be his slave for eternity, mortal!!”

Bloodaxe steps up towards his enemy and looks him straight into his eyes, Valkyarc can clearly see his previously black eyes starting to glow red as the warrior smiles at the Master. All of a sudden three gates appears next to the Viking two lower ranking Masters steps through each one surrounding Bloodaxe.

“-Be warned!! This is no mere devil spawn! This is a High Lord of the Brotherhood!”

Sadly.. the lower ranking Masters never got a chance to retreat, even if they wanted to, Bloodaxe now laughs and quickly casts the spell originally intended for Valkyarc, the surrounding area darkens, a faint sound is heard from the surrounding air and yet another aura, this one shining red surrounds Bloodaxe and the Master puppets, the air reeks of death and rotting carcasses and as the aura dissolves the younglings simply rot away in almost an instant while screaming in agony.

The Norseman laughs once more, “-More pitiful lives have been lost, many more to come!”

“-Idiots… Morons, very well..” Valkyriac shrugs as he looks at the remains of the 6 members of his faction.

Bloodaxe places his Battleaxe on his back and quickly throws 4 throwing axes towards his enemy as a distraction before the berserker leaps towards him with his main weapon now drawn in front of him expecting melee combat.

[Grizzly]

It was a funny sight watching Bloodaxe swing his blade wildly at the young rift seekers whom were avoiding his attacks in the similar fashion Valkyarc's armor defended itself; the diamagnetic properties in their tough skin allowing them to swiftly evade his battleaxe and then disappear through the portals. Thoughtless puppets they were, quickly jumping at the chance to escape the undead warrior's grasp. Valkyarc just shook his head at their quick getaway and painfully listened to his opponent babbling unintelligent insults. At the same time, Valkyarc was somewhat surprised by the shield Bloodaxe had raised around himself; it had held against his power and was almost successful if he hadn't thrown the wave at full strength. Still, he knew this was going to become more intense within the minutes that passed them by. For him, the war had just begun.

Throwing off a burning piece of clothing and weaving more arrogant words together, Bloodaxe had finally readied himself to begin this showdown before Valkyarc sensed other insignificant being draw near and rushed through the gate to surround his opponent. They were simple foot-soldiers within the Master's organization and Valkyarc raised a brow confused as to why they would interrupt his battle so foolishly. He had not sent word for any kind of backup. They must've been on patrol nearby and heard the commotion inside the tower.

Once the arrival of the full unit of soldiers gathered, Valkyarc suddenly felt a dark power just about throw his body back from the velocity of its strength and watched as the flies were disintegrated within the mass. It was a powerful aura that combined itself with their screams of demise and the lacerating of souls, slowly fading away to reveal the rotting corpses of horrible mutilation. It made him feel nauseous at the raunchy smell of their rotting flesh only adding an uglier spice of death to the even more repelling odor of his enemy. However, the ability displayed by Bloodaxe was an interesting sight to see though he wasn’t entirely impressed. What was strange was how calm Valkyarc continued to act as he showed no signs of fear or doubt from what just happened, simply noting the effects of the ability into his memory and watching what Bloodaxe was going to do next.

'About damn time,' Valkyarc thought as his enemy finally turned towards him with anxious anticipation, he quickly reacting to the axes thrown by standing still and allowing them to hit the diamagnetic field and then bounce off in a random direction. Then, at the moment Bloodaxe rushed forward charging, Valkyarc let out his own battle-roaring scream with his violent violet aura bursting from without his body in an explosion of power; the energy on the floor underneath his feet rippling at his increase strength like the waves of a raging tsunami. Unknown to Bloodaxe, another stone on the white face of his sword was beginning to glow in flashes of bright light as it fed off his aura until illuminating with the first stone in a constant gaze once at full power.

Intensely, Valkyarc watched how far of distance Bloodaxe's was running, calculating it down to the very inch. 'Thirteen feet...twelve feet...eleven feet...NOW!' He yelled to himself just as his eyes flushed with power and used his temporary Pillar of Energy abilities to fire out hundreds of thin energy spears up towards Bloodaxe's knee to stop his rampage or at least trip him. Quickly, so he wouldn't waste any time from the distraction of the floor-traps effect, Valkyarc bent down and flipped high up above Bloodaxe as a huge portal opened and the head of a giant rift seeker peeked into the current dimension and peered down onto the only prey in the room. Unlike its brothers and sisters before it, the rift seeker was almost three times their side with wide open jaws as tall as Bloodaxe himself.

"Meet their big brother!" Valkyarc yelled out as he jumped onto the rift seeker's neck and quickly shot out a sphere of holy magic in Bloodaxe's direction. At the same time, the dragon bellowed out a powerful blaze of fire that merged with the holy sphere much like what had happened before, but this time it was like as large as a rain cloud that wanted to soak Bloodaxe in a burning heavenly hell.

Waiting a few seconds for the attack to find its victim, Valkyarc ran down the rift seeker's neck, onto his head, and jumped off with his sword over his head once more. His own attack had begun.

Letting out another guttural scream, Valkyarc swung his blade at the last known spot Bloodaxe had been running, the intensity of his invisible wave tremendously more powerful then the first as it tore through the cloud of flames and threw Valkyarc flying upwards. He could almost touch the ceiling when he was at the height of the momentum created by his swing and slowly rolled backwards through the air until he landed on the wall. Now let's try something new! he thought to himself as he jumped off the wall with all his might and swung his sword uncontrollably in Bloodaxe's direction.

By forming into a ball and swinging his sword as hard as he could, Valkyarc had created a constant spinning attack, throwing wave after wave at almost every inch in his enemy's vicinity. Ceilings crushed inwards, walls cracked in two, and the floor looked like it was being sliced open from the pounding of invisible waves, which now are being swung at one thousand five hundred and twenty three miles per hour—supersonic speed.

Eventually, Valkyarc knew he couldn't keep this up and its strength died out, dropping to the ground still about fifteen feet away from Bloodaxe's position, feeling very wobbly. To counter the affect, he flipped backwards a few times to slowly balance himself out. It barely took five seconds before he balanced himself out into a stance and now waited for everything to unfold. Clouds of fire and evaporated energy were hiding the destruction from view.

[darkViVi]

Bloodaxe charges towards Valkyarc, his axe is letting out a faint red light as if it appeared to be magical. As the berserker moves closer Valkyarc releases hundreds upon hundreds of small energy spears directly towards the attacking Norseman. The Viking is struck by many, so many it would instantly kill any living human but the Undead High Lord survives, he now stumbles around on the ground in great agony but the Viking does not let Valkyarc have an easy kill, he gets back on his feet and by this time Valkyarc had already sent a sphere of more Holy magic against Bloodaxe, he is reading himself for it to approach and just the moment before it hits he yells out in an ancient dark language never before heard by mortals…

“-Nisi - Virtus – Meus – Dominus Domno!”
(Unleash the powers of my master, the Lich King!”)

At the moment of impact, Valkyarc’s sphere is now consumed by the darkness that engulfs the tower, the walls are starting to crack and small pieces of rock are starting to fall down from the ceiling. Bloodaxe smiles at the Master, not saying a word, just smiling, arrogantly.
Angered by what Bloodaxe just did to completely destroy his spell Valkyarc now charges the Norseman on his giant rift seeker, he strikes once, twice and a third time with his sword, Bloodaxe lightly dazed by using so powerful magic gets struck by the first sword strike under his armpit, the Viking’s ribs breaking up and falling out of the gaping wound Valkyarc inflicted on him, to an undead however, this is a minor injury, an injury that would prove fatal for any living being but Bloodaxe keeps on fighting, parrying both the second and third strikes from his foe. The attacking continued his onslaught against his Undead enemy, now waving his weapon so fast and violently around the air that shockwaves, powerful shockwaves where building up. The walls are showing marks of great stress, even larger pieces of rock are falling from the ceiling and the floor seems to break up completely.

Clearly tired from absorbing so much force of the shockwaves, the Viking now looks at the cracked floor and thinks that this battle needs to end soon, or they will both be buried beneath a billion tons of rock and debris from the soon-to-collapse tower.

“-DOMINUS DOMNO!! – NUTRITOR – ABOMINOR!!”

As he closes his lips, the sky seems dark; soon everything turns black like if there were no source of light anywhere. The ground starts to shake, calmly at first but after a few seconds it starts to get violent. The walls of the tower comes under great stress again, large pieces of the ceiling falls down and smashes great holes in the floor that is about to collapse any second now. Clearly, the tower is on the brink of falling to the earth burying them both in a vast pile of rubble. However calmly, Bloodaxe points at his enemy in the darkness, impossible to see, yet he knows his foe is there. A cloud is now forming in the tower, a smoke with a so disgusting smell, it is even worse than a thousand rotting corpses.

The Death and Decay spell cast by the warrior is now approaching Valkyarc and they can both hear the walls, floor and ceiling is practically being boiled away by the powerful spell. The tremors stops just before the tower collapses, but the Norseman’s spell continues with its foul odor to rot away what’s left of the ceiling and walls. Bloodaxe then taunts his enemy in the darkness before he charges him with his axe; the Norseman quickly delivers a blow towards Valkyarc’s right shoulder. He then spins around in laughter with an insane-looking grin on his face and cuts both high and low towards Valkyarc in an attempt of maiming him.

[Grizzly]

It was a glorious sight in watching Bloodaxe's blood and guts expel upon the illuminating ground, an oozing blob of dead flesh and disease-ridden bone falling in-between the cracks of the broken floor and he smiled at the vile excretion of gore and violence with a demented thrill. It wrapped him in rapturing delight and radiated throughout his body like a cold morning mist waking his tired eyes. But what was this sensation of overwhelming ecstasy fluctuating before him? The feeling of an aura die and a new aura give birth to a greater empowering vacuity and void, shriveling into a pinnacle of nothingness before exploding into a grand level of power that had him trembling from the familiarity he had sensed long ago. It dove deep into his chest and ruptured his charismatic desire of chaos like a seed blooming into insanity itself.

"The grandmaster…It has begun!” Valkyarc screamed out with his eyes wide with envy and lust, the smile under his mask turning into an expression of joy and dementia. Understanding the deed that had been broken and remade on a greater scale, Valkyarc turned his head back upon Bloodaxe hearing the last words of a new incantation and the creation of a dark misting cloud with a foul smell tickling his nose. Following the spell, he could hear the loud footsteps of the undead beast parading towards his position and soon saw the outline of the creature’s body coming into view, its’ axe raised.

To Valkyarc’s dismay, however, he could feel the effects from the mist burning and melting the skin around his eyes and mouth thanks to the opening of his mask, the spell then trying to reach further inside the armor even though it had not affect on the armor itself. He had to stop the spell soon or it would cause greater damage then he wanted. At the same time, Bloodaxe was already on top of Valkyarc with his axe held high, not noticing what Valkyarc was staring down upon; thousands of circuits and runes glowing underneath his body in a circular rotation with Valkyarc in the center. It was the beginning transference of power as the wires and circuits had connected to the bottom of his feet.

Shock was the expression when opening his mouth in awe; Bloodaxe’s axe had nearly penetrating the armor after nearly breaking through the diamagnetic field. It had delve through the field from such a powerful swing and sunk through the armor to create a deep cut on Valkyarc's right shoulder; soon enough the lurid mist had found its way into the opening of the armor and was already eating away at the bleeding skin, covered in black blood but now decaying rapidly. What happened next revealed that the surprise on Valkyarc’s face was not because of the successful attack.

Thrusting his head back, Valkyarc shrieked, growled, and grunted all in one scream, but not in pain--not in suffering. No, there was much more than a deep cry, a deafening guttural note ringing throughout the tower greater than any beast that walked this entire reality; a violet-colored flame erupting around every inch of his body and exploding into a greater mass of strength at least ten feet in every direction. Even his armor stretched outwards like bulging muscles from such power underneath and easily deflecting the next two blows from the swing of his enemy's axe. Valkyarc was still trying to hold back, however, and the left-side of Valkyarc's mask had begun to fuse with the skin itself in a freak accident creating a mixture of his humanoid appearance and the material of the armor.

Standing there silently, the violet violent flame continued to burn around his body as his armor molded back into its original shape and he breathed heavily, exhausted by the surge of power that was forced onto him. In addition, what wounds around his eyes, lips, or shoulder had healed from the newfound strength and he had become whole. Even the mist had seemed to clear in the space Valkyarc stood, his head leaning back up to reveal his new black face. He then lifted his arm and pointed at Bloodaxe.

“There are worst things than death.” He said, slowly dipping his finger onto the ground underneath them.

Like the waves of an ocean, the blue energy stone floors were flooding with a new gold color that rippled from his fingertip and began to repair itself with this new energy. It reached far out to every corner of the floor and soon started climbing up the walls. By now anyone could take a guess as to what this gold energy was if it wasn’t obvious enough already.

Gripping the handle of his sword, Valkyarc began pouring more energy into the stones upon his sword and soon enough all four stones on the white face of the sword were complete.

“Awaken Cyäegha!” He barked, the female face with her pouting lips coming to life and centering her eyes over at Bloodaxe.

“What the bloody hell is that putrid creature over there?” The womanly face asked; her voice resonating like an old and young woman’s as if they were one.
“An ugly Viking, sister.” Valkyarc answered.
“Oh, how disgusting. Can I play with him? He he he.”
“By all means.”

The ripples of the floor didn’t even have a chance to begin forming at the moment Valkyarc lunged forward at Bloodaxe, his speed even greater than before that his after-image had difficulty staying translucent. Even crazier, when Valkyarc stopped five feet away the after-image was thrown forward, creating an masterful illusion that he was thrusting down the middle of Bloodaxe’s body. At the same time the sword’s tip had already tapped the ground from a similar swing, but was still a foot in length away from Bloodaxe, the trick was what happened next.

Similar to the explosion of a nuclear weapon, a large wave of force ruptured forth from Cyäegha’s motion creating an even larger power then ever before. This wasn’t the end, of course, as Valkyarc swung four more times to create a plasma-like figure of a star from the swings like it happened within the instant he had stopped earlier. Valkyarc had waited for this power to come and now the real battle was about to begin.