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Post by Blerhwave on Mar 25, 2012 17:15:40 GMT -5
Nosdrah dodges the blast of hot water and propels forward, adapting a propeller at the tip of his tail constructed from shadows and a fin on his back to fit in under the ocean. Nosdrah shoves his fist into Ketos' mouth, something that Ketos naturally bites down on. Big Blue expects responses to pain, something, but the Gentleman Specter just smiles. His skin cracks wide open and his slender hand is replaced by a cylindrical grinder (think Scrambles' mouth but instead of two of 'em, just a single one) consisting of solid blood and decorated with barbed slender spikes slightly curved. Nosdrah engages his new tool and starts absolutely butchering the inside of the dragon's mouth. The roof of his mouth is gored, his tongue all cut up, and a couple of fangs gored out of their sockets. Ketos grabs Nosdrah's forearm and tries to pull his arm out, but small wisps of shadow lock Ketos' mouth shut. The blood that exits the butchery mixes with the blood tool that summoned them to invigorate the malicious vampire. While this goes on, blood-made shark fins push through the skin of the dragon's body and trace paths throughout the Devil of the Ocean's person (through not only serrated skin, but meat and muscle). Flaps of skin unfold, chunks of meat and innards float away, and the fins disappear into a haze after moments of bodily violation and the spilled blood enters Nosdrah's body through the openings in his chest to proceed powering the Vampire Prime.
Ketos is surprised when his jaws suddenly open and Nosdrah rips back his arm, bringing with it a couple extra dislodged fangs. For a brief second, Ketos' mouth is visible to the King of the Night. The roof of the mouth is all hacked up- and deep. His tongue has been downsized by the carnage and his mouth refuses to stop bleeding.
Now the Shadow Wielder generates a sphere of physical prowess and cold darkness. The projectile weapon missiles straight into the held-open maw of the arrogant dragon and explodes outwards with outstanding force (that presses the gums and tongue down which naturally squeezes extra crimson out) and sorely chills the violent setting. Ketos has to clench his eyes while he mentally fights off the excruciating sensations. Both combatants' bodies are ravagged, but Nosdrah actually seems like he's enjoying it; having fun. Ketos' angry personality maintains, and he continues to fight despite his body's brutal treatment. Darkened ropes subsequently wrap around the Big Blue Dragon and force him into a state of being unable to budge, so now Ketos is made to watch as another shadow object-this one a battering ram-speeds towards his chest, ready to mercilessly pound into and crush it...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Mar 26, 2012 19:05:10 GMT -5
The writhing black mass slammed into Ketos's broad chest, but the dragon was not helpless. Not by a long shot. Expanding the water around his torso into a liquid 'cushion', the Tyrant of the Seas had softened the blow greatly. What might have caved in his chest only winded him, knocking him back through the sea in a tumbling whirl of deep blue scales. Blood slowly leaked form the beast's screaming jaws, its savory scent drawing in the Lord of the Night. With a rev of his shadow-propellers, Nosdrah launched forward, intent of feeding. Ketos was ready for him though, and with a foamy swoosh of his paddled tail, the sea monster spun upright and lashed out! The vampire saw the sudden movement and tried to rear back, but it was too late. Sapphire talons and bladed skin raked across Nosdrah's throat, ripping it open! The vampire flailed back, taloned fingers reached up to feel what was left of his jugular through the dense billow of blood rising from it. The undead noble's throat was practically stripped away completely, left in ragged strips and flaps. Bubbles rose silently from the vampire's parted jaws in a gasp, the foamy column cutting through the crimson water. Strips of tissue clinging to his forearm, Ketos lunged forward and bit down into the brutalized throat while Nosdrah was paused. So great was the damage to the jugular, the bite did very little, the dragon's spear teeth only anchoring themselves into already ruined flesh. But it wasn't the bite of the dragon that was deadly.
It was the breathe!
Superheated seawater rushed from Ketos's throat into Nosdrah's, the boiled blast tearing away any stray ribbons of flesh left on the vampire's jugular. The Master of the Dead stretched open his maw in horror, not in real pain, but in sheer horror at the feeling of his insides being pumped full of water. The hot water entered his lungs, his stomach, even his chest cavity itself, the pressure squeezing vital organs and tissue. Now- with those soft, vulnerable organs beeing crushed under the pressure of the ocean- was when the pain set in, and it was utter agony. Nosdrah tried to fight back, tried to thrash in outrage, tried to do anything, but his body simply wouldn't respond. It was stiff with suffering, like a small taste of what rigamortis was like, a preview of death. Nosdrah knew this because he had been dead, but even the undead feared a second death, although this fear was dulled in ancients like the Lord of the Night himself. In a desperate ploy to spare his innards from being liquified by the anger of the ocean, Nosdrah used his mind to gathered all the blood pouring from his throat and all the shadows his consciousness could reach into a single mass and thrust it forward with all his strength. The wall of condensed blood and darkness swung forward, like a demonic fist. The mass hammered Ketos, snapping back his head and tearing his fangs away from Nosdrah's throat. Bubbling water gushed from the dragon's screaming maw. Control of his body returning, Nosdrah raised a hand and prepared a spell, gathering the necessary power and muttering the required incantation. Crimson eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam flashing from their blood red shine.
Claws smashing into a fist and jerking back, Ketos tore out the water he had pumped into Nosdrah!
Building spell lost in a raging flood of agony, Nosdrah threw his head back and howled, a bestial sound of misery that vibrated through the water like a hellish siren. Jets of blood as wide around as the vampire himself polluted the ocean, tissue and flesh littering the hot flow. As the undead specter thrashed and moaned, Ketos laughed, cackled, maddened voice shaking the sea. Nosdrah's front was obliterated, flesh laced with ragged holes and gouges that lead straight into his body cavity. It appeared that miniature volcanoes had sprouted all across the ghoul's torso and midriff, the erupting wounds spewing boiling essence and debris. Hissing in a blood thirst, Ketos pounced forward through the dirtied water, talons slashed at the vampire's open chest, sapphire blades aimed for the ghoul's soft insides...
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Post by Blerhwave on Mar 27, 2012 21:00:25 GMT -5
Lord Nosdrah sets off a chain of laughter despite his body's disembowelment and pain; his booming laugh continues through his body's disbandment from towering form to bats. Lots and lots of bats. Surviving underwater? That they are.
Ketos' pearly talons slice through water. Nosdrah's continuous and taunting laughter works at Ketos' nerves. "I knew you were a coward, I knew you were nothing compared to Ketos!" But the spectral being's right arm comes from behind and wraps around Ketos' upper chest, the left restraining Ketos by restraining him by the stomach (no homo). "I never left," he says, whispering it into Ketos' ear and catching him by surprise. Nosdrah's head...it splits open! Bone/skull fragments float (actually, they circle, and they circle quite ghostly), but no blood exits.
"You and your illusions, magician.. This won't scare Ketos!"
But fear, is not the desired outcome...
Two umbra arms unfold out of Nosdrah's throat. There's no mass to them, they're down to the bone (if they had bone in them), and the fingers are not sharpened whatsoever, they're actually round and blunt, like gloved hands. Striking like a poised scorpion, they phase through Ketos' craniun; through his blue skin, his skull... The end result- the "hands" actually have a grip on Big Blue's very brain! The Shadow Monarch is executing his plan to inflict an excruciating leveled attack, without even shedding blood!...?
The umbra fingers caress the dragon's very mind, and press against it, rub it. These shadow limbs are acting like the arms of a masseuse. To spectators, they would be confused why Nosdrah is doing this, but Ketos is understanding, alright. The shadows touch/affect his very spirit, more-so than a different point of [shadow] attack because they're targeting the spirit of Ketos through his brain of all things! The hands do not cut, pierce, or damage the brain that way. They only contaminate the organ (brain's an organ right? *forgets off the top of my head*), which arguably is worse than physical damage (because instead of a stab to his brain and becoming a vegetable state, he will live through, regain FUNCTION through this type of attack, the shadows poisoning his brain and Ketos not only being able to, but HAVING to fight while experiencing the lingering designated effects)... For the first time in his life, Ketos is not overwhelmingly angry. He's not sad, or happy; he's not anything! Except neutral. His spirit feels icy cold, like the touch of a ghost. As for the brain, his thought process is crowded and his mind under attack by a migraine. The Deep Sea Demon strains his mind from having to work extra hard at just thinking, as simple as that is/sounds.
The time has come for the King of Terror to push Ketos away with his corporeal arms and hands. Ketos drifts forward about 20 meters then turns, just in time to watch as Nosdrah's face re-builds. Ketos lashes out with his tail, which Nosdrah raises his left hand to block (martial arts style), but Ketos drags his tail back, cutting up the top of Nosdrah's wrist. Blood starts to leave, but gets recalled by its owner. Nosdrah "borrows" some of Ketos', too. From out of his cooked-well-done arm and shoulder, blood exits and streams to the vampire, while a portion stays behind and forms a Mjolnir-like hammer. The hammer speeds forward (while spinning) and hammers a blunt edge of the..well, hammer, p: lolol, into Ketos' left eye. It hits so hard that it ruptures the organ that controls sight to a degree (enough to hurt a lot but not enough to break the rules). Red vapors haze out of the eye socket, and the force of impact sent a tremor pulsing through the eye's stock into the brain. Ketos swipes at the object in a rage (his soul finally coming out of a sort of coma from the shadows) but the hammer quickly jolted towards Nosdrah where it assimilates into his form and fuels his nightmare'ish powers. Ketos can feel a section of his skull cracked and pressing into the inner wall of his flesh.
The Lord of the Crypts gets a momentarily dizzy feeling in his head...but he dismisses it to attack (but to Ketos, it looks like retreat). As Nosdrah's body fades from view, articles of shiny treasure float from the dark depths. This catches Ketos' attention... Without giving the situation a second thought, Big Blue propels his mass forward via his tail. He grips a large sapphire with his maw, but it immediately scorches and burns severely the massacre that is the inside of Ketos the Dragon's mouth. The gems and jewels and treasure reveal themselves to be small fireballs. When Nosdrah announces, "Hellion!", the innumerable fireballs flash forward with light speed swiftness and pound Ketos' open shoulder into further oblivion. After the spell ends, Ketos' shoulder reveals to have skin as black as Nosdrah's shadows surrounding the crevice and dried blood all inside the appendage. Ketos' mouth is reduced to crumbling ash, what was hacked up meat. Ketos' cooked-again arm feels like dead weight and his nerves wrecked. He knows it'll take a moment for the nerves to "reset" and give back the use of his arm (i think it was the left, wasn't it?).
Nosdrah starts to succumb to bloodthirst. Using that spell took energy out of him. He becomes distracted again...but wards it off in order to pinpoint twin energy javelins from his spectral eyes at an area of his chest where a piece of skin hangs from unveiled meat from the shadow shark attack...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Mar 31, 2012 23:53:28 GMT -5
(Sorry that this took a bit longer than usual. Last post totally ninja'd me, didn't see it at all.)
Although in intense pain, Ketos quickly acted and gave his muscular tail a whooshing whip. The dragon rolled on his side, moving so that the crimson lances only grazed his shoulder. The deep blue Goliath hissed sharply as his bladed hide was split and singed. Nosdrah scowled briefly, but a pleasant smile then carved across the spector's bat-like face. The King of Shadows flick out a claw, and a sinuous arm of inky blackness snaked from the extended talon. The unbrakinetic limb was long, jagged, and tipped with five wicked claws. The slithering limb shot forward and phased through Ketos's chest, the cruel claws grasping the sea monster's black heart. The Tyrant of the Seas stiffened in agony, maw stretching wide and trying to cry out, but not even managing that. Nosdrah chuckled, shadow talons caressing and tickling the precious muscle. Again, all of Ketos's anger and arrogance was stripped away.
All he was left with were his thoughts and memories, and suddenly the whole world was different.
In Spots, the great leopard seal, he saw not a nuisance, but a loyal companion and... and a true friend. In Skathe, the only other dragon in his world, he saw a much needed ally and the last hope for his kind there. In mankind, his ancient and mortal enemy, he saw an entity much like himself in his youth far gone, a vulgar, crude, inexperienced, eager entity, but one that was filled with potential. In Alex Shepheard, his loathed conqueror, he saw an opportunity to connect with that young entity, a chance to mentor it.
And then he saw himself.
He was powerful. Powerful enough to slay nations, down titans, level mountains... but beneath that power was a fool. A stubborn, big-headed, oblivious fool. He was fooled by Alex, scorned by Skathe, and mocked and hated by all his foes. He had power, but what was behind it?
Crimson eyes hooded and the eternal rage of Ketos returned in full force.
A bestial howl escaped the Demon of the Deep. The sea dragon exploded into motion, tail sweeping to propel the titan forward. Ketos powered through the agony of the umbrakinetic limb running through his chest as he closed in on Nosdrah, Hell in his eyes. The undead noble openned his mouth in shock. Such torture should render anything immobile. This was impossible. Ketos lunged and buried his claws in the side of the vampire's face, the sapphire blade ripping straight through the slender being's intact cheek. Nosdrah reared back with a snarl, and Ketos balled up his claws and tore back. Teeth spiraled away in splintered shards and blood clouded the sea. The Lord of the Night's cheek was ripped clean open, the broad, lipless smile matching the ragged strips of flesh hanging from the other. As Nosdrah tumbled backwards through the water, Ketos pulled back his head, seawater and foam swirling around his jaws. The snarling mug swung forward and a massive geyser stabbed out from between the hooked fangs, a wide torrent with a boiling core. The hydrokinetically enhanced geyser breathe funneled into Nosdrah's ragged chest, blasting right through his body. As the vampires flailed, blood and mulched bits of organs billowing from his yawning maw like a twisted children's toy, the sea dragon left the undead royal to his suffering and drop down to the seabed.
Focus gathering and eyes blazing, the sea around Ketos swirled towards his claws, the great vortex shrinking to a pinpoint between his talons. Packing in power and condensing water, the king of the ocean compressed all the might of his domain into a sphere only a few dozen meters across.
"Prepare yourself, scum. You are about to face the raw, unrestrained, limitless heart of the ocean!
The lord of the seas raised the super dense liquid orb, holding it like an invaluable gem, and-!
Sent it drifting towards Nosdrah with a gentle current from his slack jaws.
Laughter, deep and haunting. "Well, friend, looks as if your boasts aren't the only empty things about you," the vampiric lord drawled good-naturedly.
The thin giant casually reached out to flick the tiny org away.
The sphere erupted on contact with the long talon and released the pressure and weight of a small sea all at once.
Nosdrah howled as he was hammered by a dense wall of force, the savage burst of water, bubbles, and sea foam hitting him like a submerged tsunami. As flesh and skin were peeled away like the brittle covering of a crack peanut, Ketos kicked off the ocean bottom with a laugh and swung his paddled tail towards the vampire's bare, unprotected meat...
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 1, 2012 9:21:58 GMT -5
Two more posts each, gentlemen.
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Post by Blerhwave on Apr 8, 2012 21:33:41 GMT -5
APPARENTLY the site ate my reply...so once again:
Nosdrah bursts into a flurry of his 15-meter bats that nimbly dodge the appendage's lash-out. Ketos follows up with a swipe of his right set of talons immediately after (he had tail whipped to the left so he fluently slashed after completing a 360 degree rotation). and he slashes a couple of bats into tiny particles that instead of being soaked in by the ocean, float to the ground and add to what rests against the ocean floor. Nosdrah reforms 200 meters away from the Big Blue Dragon, and once he does, his shin shows missing flesh (for Ketos destroyed the bats that made the limb's coat of undead skin). The Prime Nosferatu reforms with a big smile on his face. Ketos recognizes that something is up in the vampire's noggin...
"Well done, Ketos! With that last attack. Quite the strong-arming. I'm honored you've labeled me enough of a threat to demonstrate your mastery over the element, to demonstrate your ultimate attack with your hydro element. I'd like to return the gesture, my friend; but only if it's okay with you, of course!" But the fact of the matter is that it isn't so much okay with Ketos, and that it is not going to stop Lord Nosdrah from demonstrating his prime dark attack.
Nosdrah lifts off from the ocean floor by means of a cloaked-yet-solid square made out of nightmares, and transparent; no more than 40 meters in size. Ketos unwillingly follows after the Undead Gentleman, after the User of the Dark Element gets a hundred meter head start. Waiting for the kaiju pair and suspended in the air is a small piece of land, just 200 meters long and 110 meters wide. The "elevators" place both psychic kaiju against the cold, gloomy flat land and let the umbra ground consume the pedestals.
Ketos arrives but stumbles a little bit from the shaky "landing." Nosdrah's temporary wait comes to an end; he is standing calmly, silently, with his cape draped over his body (the torn parts filled in with umbra cloth, eerie eyes on the cloth staring at the Devil of the Deep Blue Sea. Nosdrah's head is slightly bowed, and his whole mass has a shade darkening the clarity of his image; all but those glowing, bright and scarlet spectral eyes...
"Darkness is a splendid element, Ketos. You don't choose it; it, chooses you. I am indeed very fortunate to have been allowed to wield it in all its entirety. To be analyzed by the shade and judged worthy of its power, is a great honor... Shadows are a potent weapon that can either go with you, or against you. Darkness is pure, too, and indiscriminate; put simply, you can't fool darkness, my friend. It will know if you are worthy; and if you aren't? Well, grave consequences will befall you. I have seen students consumed by my element, made blank slates by it and slaves to it. That is what makes domesticating it truly fruitful; to know you had/have what it takes to turn the wild and feral element your weapon."
During his speech, the Undead King rambles while seeming distracted; he drones on like a drone; his tone of voice loses personality, and it continues that way. At the same time, the undead siphons blood from the living creatures in the ocean. Sharks, whales, giant squids, genetically mutated fish grown to a size that rival half a whale, they all lose their life's essence. The sun has started setting, also.
"Few have what it takes to truly master it. While water can only harm the physical, Ketos, darkness can go the extra step and attack the psychological, the most vulnerable thing of all. Nerves will go numb from pain at some point after all; physical torture can only go so far. To attack one's spirit along with the body however, the pain can last a lifetime! And it can also have many, unbelievable and debilitating after-effects."
Ketos grunts and is unimpressed. ""Blah blah blah." All talk, Vampire. Am I supposed to be impressed? Get to your point!"
Nosdrah does not react. In fact, since the start of his speech, the Alpha Nosferatu has been in a seemingly trance-like state. During the speech, Ketos could feel the gusts of shadows licking his body and chilling his very bones. He wouldn't nor will he admit it, but the dark breeze has been touching his spirit and manifesting little bits of doubt in the back of his logic. Although he's been touched by the Lord's umbrakinesis, both physically and mentally, he isn't aknowledging the harm it can internalize or externalize, and he certainly is not going to falter in the face of Nosdrah's supposed Armageddon that his attack will bring unto him. "Do your worst, Magician!"
Meanwhile, back in the shared quarters of Cyber-Thresher and Rosmarus Maximus, the familiar sent by Lord Nosdrah becomes alert to some unknown happening. It turns its head back to the black wall from which it came [from], then turns back to Cyber-Thresher and Quetzar. "It is time," speaks the arthropod amalgamation. The hero stares and analyzes what the message can mean, and the anti-hero cocks his head in silence. Chains lash out to ensnare the Familiar and retract it back into the void from where it comes from.
Now, it's time...
Nosdrah's consciousness joins the swelling darkness around his physical form. The sun has set and in its place is the full moon, looking like it's made of blood and accompanied by a pale crimson glow. The absence of the light-giving star (and the light) and the presence of the moon paints the setting for Ketos' undoing.
Translucent gray strands massage The Lord of the Dead's physical avatar. The chest cracks open with a wet sound for snakes and squid tentacles to explode out of the cavity and crowded together. The left arm splits down the middle of the forearm, between the middle and the ring finger, so two arms form out of the one. Thumbs grow out of the pair of fingers to create three-fingered hands, and along the split(s), fangs grow and a long tongue extends out of the base of the split. Flesh evaporates off the left leg in the form of mist to leave from the middle of the thigh and all the way down, just skeletal. Spikes extend outwards from every point of the other leg, and finally, the right leg forms into a lupin hound with a body covered in all sorts of eyes (with red pupils, Nosdrah's trademark. Nosdrah's ragged cape wings make slow, subtle movements as if being moved by a breeze; the same goes for the long mane down Nosdrah's neck that has grown out about a thousand meters, outlined by dark crimson and writhing as if alive. The arms of creatures reach out from under the hair, as if inside the hair is the resting place for demons. Nosdrah's hollow physical becomes an ornament for the mass wall of darkness. The rotting corpses of sea life have floated to the surface, the water acts violent, and the shadows' reign over the terrain have the temperature chilled to the point of making Nosdrah's breath visible with each one he exhales. Some fear starts to set in, either created by the twisted image of Nosdrah's body, or an effect of the blood moon's rays; there are a number of possibilities. The mass of shadows on Nosdrah's side is littered with eyes big, small, and medium. Some of the eyelid linings have teeth-like growths along 'em, and from under the eyeballs are long tongues.
From behind the scenes, Lord Nosdrah begins reciting an incantation forgotten by time to attack with the ultimate umbra weapon. He drones on, at this point he's a slave to the darkness. A gigantic (an understatement) growing mass of swirling, cackling darkness made of the colors fluorescent purple (14%), crimson (6%), black (40%), and morbid purple (40%) simultaneously starts to grow. The power of the weapon injects more activity and more power into the violent waters;the very preparation of Nosdrah's ultimate weapon slices through the natural order and serenity of the Earth's Archipelago simulation. Big Blue performs a gesture like he's throwing something overhand, to hydrokinetically send sharp poles, but they're eaten up by the mass umbra...
The chanting is complete. The orb of unknown (to Big Blue Ketos) destruction floats in the air, grown to 200 meters. "Are you ready, Ketos? Are you ready to experience dark destruction firsthand? Ketos barely acknowledges his Vampiric antagonist's words. His focus is for the most part, on that sphere. Nosdrah has but just two words to utter to use his ultimate display of dark mastery, two words...
DEMONIC... MEGIDDO...[/size]
From a swirling portal in the shadows comes a gigantic rendition of Nosdrah's arm. It just taps the orb with its nail tip to send it on its way. Demonic Meggido crashes into Ketos and plunges him to the ocean floor, then explodes outwards in a dome-like shape. A giant column of darkness rises from where Ketos lays and extends to surpass the sky, the clouds...surpassing Heaven, even. The morbid purple pillar draws the ocean in like a magnet, while inside the energy dome enclosure, Ketos' body is tested and pushed to his very limits. His limbs are pulled by the attack, nearly ripping apart. He suffers extreme heat from the energy, but the worst/most damaging part of the attack is not the damage externalized, but the internalized damage. His very spirit befalls excruciating rape and torture. His soul is being as brutally attacked as his physical is. The arena quakes, even back in the UCA hub, the ground shakes and the sour darkness is felt all around. In his quarters, Cyber-Thresher is joined by Quetzar in looking around, then up, mentally observing what just happened.
After just seconds of being victimized (seconds that felt like minutes, even hours), the forbidden attack reaches the end of its life cycle. It is called off. The entire ocean had been attracted to the happening and evaporated. Ketos' body is resting against the ocean floor (and Nosdrah is crouched against the ground), parts of his body missing flesh and exposing the skeletal system. The heat from the energy not only vaporized flesh, but cauterized the wounds so that Ketos won't die from his injuries and can live until the match ends and he can enter his regeneration tank. His body is in utter agony. Nosdrah has returned to normal form, breathing heavily and crouched from the drain that Demonic Megiddo puts on him. That's where the preliminary blood accumulation from the start comes in; the blood is to keep him powered after the spell has been used. The two have enough vinegar in them to finish the fight. Just one more round, they tell themselves repeatedly. Nosdrah travels forward and stomps Ketos' right leg, the knee to be precise. Whatever flesh is left covering it is not much and very thin, so the kick travels through the bone to cause more harm than a normal kick. Now, Ketos' tail in hands, Nosdrah heaves him over his shoulder in a slam motion. Nosdrah slams the dragon front-first into the ground, letting Ketos' thin flesh coating the chest crash into a large bed of coral. The jagged nature of the material splits the thin layer of flesh open with ease. While great warm soreness pulses through the chest more than anywhere else in the dragon's body, blood slowly exits the puncture spot and flows to Nosdrah's skin only to be sucked up through the pores of his [dead] skin. For his final attack, Nosdrah tail whips Ketos' exposed skeletal point on his back...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Apr 10, 2012 20:41:24 GMT -5
The long, thin, rat-like tail cracked across Ketos's ragged back, the bullwhip-like strike splitting skin. The deep blue giant rears up a bit, groaning briefly, and the vampire steps back with a satisfied grunt. But as a line of crimson rises across the dragon's spine, Nosdrah hears the last thing he would expect from the savaged beast.
Laughter.
Beginning with a slow chuckle and building to thunderous cackling, Ketos slowly rose on shaky legs, body beaten, bloody, and bruised, but eyes burning with strength that defied the punish the Demon of the Deep had been through. Jaws stretched wide open in deep, rolling laughter straight from his black heart, Ketos sprayed the singed air with spittle and blood.
"You," the dragon began raggedly, heaved over in breathless giggles. "You truly believe that I will fall before your precious little element? Your 'element' of shadows?" More laughing. "I could never be beaten by such a pathetic thing! Your darkness and shadows can be chased away by the sun, fool! There is only one element of true power- mine. Water, the ocean. Look back upon history, ancient. Life, death, war, peace, survival, extinction... it all revolves around the sea, around water. It is the supreme force on all worlds. It controls all. And I control it. You cannot win, false god. I command the sea. I command the greatest force in all of existence!"
Nosdrah smiled, the gentle kind of grin a parent gives a mistaken child. "Look around, Ketos. There is no water, friend, none of your liquid realm remains to be influenced. But," the vampire cooed, "There are still plenty of shadows."
As a dark aurora of lashing darkness and inky hellbeasts gathered around the Lord of the Night, the Tyrant of the Seas held a claws hand in the air, talons spread wide.
"Think again, fool. One of water's most impressive qualities is its total indestructibility. Flames can be smothered, ice melted, and your silly little shadows incinerated by the light of day. But not water. Water can never be destroyed. Just changed." Scaly lips stretched over spear-like fangs in a broad grin. "Now bow."
Sapphire claws came together and an entire ocean's worth of water vapor condensed and came down like vengeance incarnate.
Nosdrah snarled as he was skewered by a billions liquid spears, the force of the entire sea slamming his knees into the dried seabed. A spire of watery blades rose from his body, the hydrokinetic structure towered high into the heavens. The crystal blue tower was soon dirtier by a crimson cloud that drifted towards its peak, Nosdrah donating gallons and gallons of his essence to the tinted tower. The ground was not forgotten either, blood staining it a sticky, wet black all around the kneeling undead noble. With a dark guffaw, Ketos twisted his clenched claws and whirled the tower into a vicious waterspout. Head thrown back in agony, Nosdrah was sucked into the great vortex, the bladed liquid twister shredding away at him like a wood chipper. From the top of the rotating tower, blood and tissue sprayed into the sky like a grisly fountain, the erratic spout of gore spread far and wide across the bare ocean floor.
"WHERE ARE YOUR SHADOWS NOW? WHERE?" Ketos howled up, eyes glowing with sadistic glee.
Chortling jollily, the sea dragon lurched forward and threw his raised fist down, and the razor-edged water spout followed the sharp arc of his arm. The sea bed exploded in a long line as the tower was forcefully collapsed, grit, blood, and foam forming a string of geysers that stretched up for hundreds of meters. As the ocean swirled back into existence, a violent, warring mass of whirlpools and churning foam, Ketos launched himself into his resurrected domain with a triumphant bellow and a whip of his tail. Powered towards where Nosdrah was buried under a thousand tons of sediment, blood blanketing the sand and mud like the night sky, a hydrokinetic hammer form around clenched claws and a fist thrust itself down...
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Post by Blerhwave on Apr 15, 2012 13:35:24 GMT -5
The hammer comes down and smashes Nosdrah's battered but undead body. Ketos smirks in satisfaction. "Well, that's the end of th-"
A howling sound so sharp pierces Ketos' thoughts. He looks around, standing on the surface of the water having formed a solid tile. A second howl, then a third, followed by a fourth sound. Nosdrah slowly hovers out of the water and stays in the air, his eyes a piercing crimson that burns through the darkness and nighttime the Undead Nobleman had created; a display of dramatics. Without a sound or a gesture, his chest and ribs crack open, revealing his poisoned black heart, which then splits open. From out of it, four black streams weave around themselves, and in no time at all, form into wolves. "Behold, Ketos, my friend. Allow me to introduce my dogs of war."
The misshapen wolves dart across the water's surface and pounce upon Ketos, wide-eyed at the whole experience that just took place. With his back against the "ground", Ketos is torn at, gnawed on, and his body tenderized by ridiculously extended fangs, serrated claws, and other unusual weapons belonging to their bodies. After moments, the "dogs of war" hold up and restrain Ketos for their Master's next action. Nosdrah hovers towards Ketos in no rush. "Life began in water, but do you forget, Ketos? Life ends in the darkness. You reign over the element that gives it, and I, over the element that takes it. And in your element, mine is present. The ocean depths are blanketed by darkness. Umbra is present in everything in life; humans have shadows, objects, buildings, even you Ketos! All us monsters! There are shadows in caves, and shadows put out fire! There comes the time of day where darkness reigns, when the moon is up. Half of a day belongs to my element on Earth. I'd just like to remind you, friend, did you see my shadows disappear in the light all through this match? In fact, they grew, by my will. Even the purest of beings can be tempted by my umbra element. Just look at that fool, Lucifer, for example. Darkness can make good people do bad things, and make bad people do even worse. My element gives life, too Ketos. It gives life to chaos, destruction, death... You have a lot to learn, my friend. Now... It does somewhat pain me to have to do this, because I truly do like you Ketos. Still, I do require it to maintain my new, powered body."
With newly restored fangs, Ketos takes a bite from Ketos' neck. Fresh and soothing warm refreshment pours down The Lord of the Night's gullet and gives his body a fresh new feeling, despite the serious injuries he has sustained from Ketos' awesome attacks. Ketos struggles, but the wolves just bite deeper. Their bacteria-ridden saliva (typical in canines) creates an infection in the bite marks, adding to the tender soreness. The vampire takes only what he needs, though; a testament to his fondness for Ketos. He dislodges his pearly whites from Ketos' skin (which the serrated texture cut up the roof of his mouth good and added his own blood to Ketos', acting as a tasty seasoning!). Now, for Nosdrah's final definite attack.
Nosdrah's tail bulges from the inside, the meat and blood pushing through his own skin, and his feet shapeshift to become more bat-like (his representing animal). With a flap of his reformed-by-shadows wings, he takes to the sky- but not before taking Big Blue in the clutches of his feet, and soars high into the sky, reaching such an elevation to make Ketos woozy (or was it the collective blood loss? Probably both, which is not healthy). Before he starts to penetrate the planet's atmosphere, Nosdrah flies in a couple of loops for the purpose of building momentum, then releases the dragon, and watches what is meant to ensue in this situation.
Ketos descends. By the time he closes in a shadow island, he's reached a little over Mach 9 (9 being Nosdrah's maximum flight). The island grows bigger in the Deep Demon's vision as he gets closer, then...
He impacts.
Just before impact, short spikes sprouted from the island's surface, so Ketos crashes at high velocity and is impaled upon them. An incredible concussive-based damage takes over the dragon's senses. His blood leaks out and stains the black umbra. For his final attack of the match, Nosdrah gathers an orb of Balmore electricity, then throws it Ketos' way, having flown down to become closer to Ketos' position...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Apr 15, 2012 22:02:15 GMT -5
As the crackling orb of dark lightning rocketed down, Ketos's jaws parted with a vicious spray of water. Rushing from the skewered dragon's gullet in a churning broth of heat and foam, a superheated jet of water pierced the interdimensional thunder. The electrical sphere ruptured and sent arcs of raw powers racing down its length. As the Val Volt spelled poured into Ketos below, causing the dragon to spasm and jerk uncontrollably, the searing geyser raced up and strafed across Nosdrah's chest, stripping skin from flesh and electrifying the vampire. Lean body going stiff as his own power snapped into him, the Lord of the Night lurched through the sky and plunged. Too preoccupied with his paralyzed limbs, raising pulse, and downward plummet, the undead nobleman never considered dispersing his shadowy isle.
Slamming into the umbra platform, Nosdrah was skewered like Ketos before him!
The Kind of Shadow threw his head back, jaws clenching to restrain a pained gasp. Blood and gore sprayed from where Nosdrah's own inky stakes punched through his body, his thin form shredded and stripped of tissue. Both dragon and vampire lost huge amounts of blood, painting the platform red, the Balmore lighting increasing the flow of the precious fluid. Through the suffering of both combatants, there was finally peace, both Ketos and Nosdrah paused by the devastating combination of impalement and supernatural electrocution. Slowly, as the effects of the Val Volt wore off, the sea monster and the thing of nightmares freed themselves, both snarling and grimacing as crimson ran over their punctured forms in thick, rolling waves. As they stood on shaky legs, the mortal foes stared each other down, crimson eyes boring into crimson eyes. After a few moments of tense silence, Ketos opened his toothy maw to speak. Nosdrah straightened some, expecting an insult or further boasting.
"Nosdrah..." the Tyrant of the Seas hissed, voice flat and serious.
That, that surprised the vampiric lord, although the spectral figure certainly didn't show it. The dragon had never referred to him by his proper name.
"Why do you fight?" the dragon demanded, lips curling over his thin, spear-like fangs.
Nosdrah arched an brow, and then answered curtly. "Now? Food. Sustenance. Blood." The gentlemanly being smiled kindly. "Yours, to be precise."
The Demon of the Deep snickered, the corners of his mouth slithering into a nasty grin. "Food... food is what you fight for..." An amused chortle. "How pathetic. Do you know I fight for? Glory. The glory of Ketos. This has been my purpose for as long as I have lived and breathed. Battle. Victory. Glory. It is what I was born into, what I have lived, what I am. Let me tell you something... I have existed for thousand of years, fought billions of battles, and I am still here, as is my glory. Countless have tried to tear me from my throne, to erase my legend from history... they all failed. What makes you think that you are any different? Men, monsters, guardians, devils... even beast from the stars and beast from the world below... all have fallen to my power and died by my claws. You are nothing. I will not fall. I will not loose."
As Ketos's luminous eyes burned into him like demon torches, Nosdrah was suddenly faced by a whole new beast, a new view of the ocean's lord. He had recognized the dragon's strength before, yes, but also thought of his arrogance and thickheadedness as weaknesses, flaws. Now, he realized they were Ketos's power. They were the dragon's strength. It was not physical might or supernatural force that made the blue beast great, it was sheer stubbornness. It was the dragon's spirit, not his body, that propelled him into godhoood. Nosdrah's mouth curled into a smile.
"There are many natural cycles on this world that are also true of Earth," the Demon of the Deep continued. "The sun grows and shrinks in the sky, the moon cuts through the night, the ocean swells, the tides change, I rise..." A taloned hand rose, and blood red eyes flashed. "And you fall."
The claws smashed together and a clenched first swung up. The ocean balled up and launched like a rocket, a great column of pure liquid might shredding the umbra isle and hammering Nosdrah like a 200,000 tons fist! The vampire was engulfed by the brutal flow in a cloud of water vapor and blood, the crimson mist bursting from split flesh like a shock wave. As Nosdrah was carried up and away by the watery 'punch', Ketos slipped from what remained of the inky platform and into the ocean. Now blown sky high, Nosdrah tumbled from the furious torrent of water as it ceased, its master's will retracted and the seawater falling back towards the waves. The Ruler of the Undead whipped out the ragged scraps of his cape-like wings and tried to soar, but there was a sharp tug on one of his ankles. Demonic eyes glancing down, the ancient found a liquid tether wrapped tightly around his foot. Nosdrah sneered and prepared to severe the measly restraints with a shadowy slash, but a low rumble came from below. Peering down with interest, the time-old being witness the entire sea... shift.
From far below the surface, originating all the way from the seabed, came a ripple, a pulse that made the ocean shudder. The waves calmed for a moment, and then returned, stronger than before. But they were different. Instead of all rolling in one direction, the waves were now split, foam lurching away from each other down an invisible line. The water's surface dipped, the ocean beyond the line swelling up. The dip grew deeper, the calm, solid surface breaking into starch white foam. The hunch of the water grew, and the divide expanded rapidly, shooting beyond the horizon in either direction. Nosdrah watched in amazement as the ocean parted, a showing of biblical power occurring beneath him. Two great walls of water ascended into the heavens, the peaks of the liquid mountain ranges topping at over seven hundred meters from sea level! Finally, the divide was completed, and there, far below, on the muddy ocean floor, was Ketos, eyes blazing, arms spread far, and a thunderous laugh ripping from his maw.
His arms occupied, the underwater juggernaut slid back a foot and reeled Nosdrah in.
The Lord of the Nigh was snapped down, wings buckling as the liquid snare cracked tight. Taken by surprise, the vampire could do nothing as he was hauled down, under the peaks, into the divide. cackling madly, Ketos swung his arms in and clapped his sapphire claws together. Cleat, smooth walls of water exploding into churning foam, the ocean closed in, billions of gallons of water closing in on Nosdrah from both sides. Powerless, the spectral being could only close his eyes and brace his body as he was sandwiched between two watery walls of unimaginable weight and power.
The ocean erupted as it joined, foam and sea water flung into the clouds!
A violent broth of whirlpools and vapor and waves, nothing could be seen in the sea, from either Ketos or Nosdrah. Both giants laid beneath the ragged surface, bit only one would emerge victorious...
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Post by The Great MM on Apr 16, 2012 18:55:43 GMT -5
Before the combat could continue, the booming voice of the man in charge beckoned. "This match is over! I congratulate both warring titans, but this match is a draw! Congrats to the two of you for a match worthy of legends!"
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OOC: DAYUM. That was long and brutal. I'm ending this in a draw though. So much power and damage, it was too hard to end this any other way!
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Post by Blerhwave on Apr 17, 2012 15:22:38 GMT -5
How nice of the wretched human to congratulate Nosdrah on a job well done. But he knows, can sense, even see back in their headquarters, they prepare and plan quickly to try and capture his noble, undead self. He says what he wants to quickly.
"Thank you for the match, Ketos, and the blood. I must say, I love this new body; you were a worthy creature to test it out with. I could use talent like you. Remember my offer, from the beginning of the match, about being apart of my plans for this place."
Ketos just glares at the second monster and watches as Nosdrah's body breaks apart into hundreds of kaiju bats that fly off into the distance. The crimson moon is replaced by the sun. Ketos just thinks about his strange opponent, and about the strange feeling he is having with his body and senses...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Apr 17, 2012 18:13:20 GMT -5
Ketos sneered as the dark entity vanished into the sky, a snarl tugging from his throat. Of course he remembered the damn fool's offer. He had lived for thousands of years. His memory was superb.
The dragon snorted. "Blood-sucking scum... well, at least he recognized power when he sees it." A smug grin. "Ketos is power! And since he so obviously needs it, perhaps Ketos could lend the fool his strength."
As a brilliant column speared the heavens and drew crimson eyes upwards, the sea monster gave a quick snicker, greed flashing across his toothy smile. "The promised treasures help as well."
Ketos let his eyes fall shut as the teleportation beam engulfed him, whisking him from the sea.
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Demon eyes flashed open, and Ketos found himself delivered directly before his quarters. Stepping into the great chamber, little more than a geometrically shaped heap of gold and jewels, the Tyrant of the Seas found a prize waiting for him.
A pile of jet black gems, each twinkling with starlight.
A snort came from the dragon. A 'gift' from Nosdrah, that much was plain to see. Did that scrawny weakling think he could bride his loyalty? Grumbling and muttering about the unimaginable insult and gal of such a thing, Ketos ran a lusty claw through the gems anyway. They were cold as ice, yet radiated warmth like fire. An impressed grunt. These would be glorious to sleep on.
Deciding to forgive Nosdrah's insolence just this once, Ketos flopped down onto the jet black gems and let slumber overtake him. Recovery could come later. Now, it was time for rest.
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