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X's Arena: Limp Gamer Vs GreatMasterHIM

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From: limp gamer | Posted: 8/25/2003 7:03:20 AM | Message Detail

The snow was so damn thick that one could barely even make out his pale, moonlike skin in the snow. His robes were drenched in snow and it got quite annoying when it sunk into the back of his neck. He eyed the weather witch with a cold look in his eyes, and flexed his clawed finger nails hungrily. Being part demon means you prefer heat over cold, and being in this area was highly unnatural for his system. But it didn't matter much. Ika was in a whole 'nother league of part demon, and had the mind power and development to match many demons his senior. As usual, him being blind was beginning to become a positive factor again because the falling snow was so damn thick that you couldn't see a damn thing. His six sense would see through all of this annoying snow and locate his opponent if he was within fifteen feet of him... This had better be worth it...

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 8/31/2003 3:36:47 PM | Message Detail

The skies above The Dojang, a miracle of creation. Crisp, cerulean skies that give no heed to the world below, whether it involves fire or water, exploding mountains or the very crashing of the earth. It is a sentient being, watching all those below her, nursing and caring for those who flow though her air, or breathe her through their lungs. Only the greatest mountains of The Dojang can touch her very bowels, and only the birds of the air can know her gentle touch. The sin of humanity, airships, are things long lost to her, forgotten by ages long ago. Their engines polluted her air and cuts through her with their blades, causing the heavens to rain not only water, but blood. Hurt, battered, beaten to near death, she summoned her last power and banished them all in a single downward swipe, sending them all to the abyss of the world below. Those who had command the airships never dared again to make an assault on her, fearful of the consequences. But those are legends, of things long past, of things that are half truths and white lies, things made to frighten children and their parents, long forgotten tales, meaningless to technology. Airships again fly, their engines polluting the air, damaging the very sky The Dojang in known for, slowly dragging the forests of the world into a dark age. But no one sees their sin, no one realizes their folly...another mistake that cannot be seen until it is too late. In the end, fate would be the judge and jury, and if need be, the executioner... But as to his own sins, his are far worse, if not for the fat he realizes them. He knows of his sins, the constant pain he does unto the world by his existence, his very breath damaging it, but he does nothing to change, even though he has the power to do so at a whim. His hands quietly are at the controls of an airship, it's black form shooting blue flames from its rear engines, sending unknown forms of particles out to interact with the atmosphere. Its body is smooth, untouched by joints or segments, no sign of a pilots cockpit anywhere besides a slight raise in the middle of the aircraft's mid rift. It is nothing large, or seemingly special, being little over fifteen from tip to tail, its wingspan little over that at sixteen feet. It soars in the sky, unaware of the world or objects around it, flying through the forests of the world at will, encircling the mountains with a quick blast of flame from its engines, sending massive waves of water from the oceans its travels over. It flies into the heavens, to the tips of space, to dances among the stars, before plunging down to the world's clouds. It sways and swerves inside the clouds as if they were the ocean, oblivious to the lack of sight or vision within them, playfully carving out entire portraits using its afterburners. More of less, though, this 'play' was little more than an effort to remove rust that had girded itself on his hands and on the programming of the craft, it being months since it was last flown. After carving out a second cloud dragon above the ocean, the craft suddenly begins to speed up, its path taking it far north. Quietly cracking his knuckles from within the bleak and silent cockpit, he smiles to himself…on the main monitor, it showed the line "Seargent HIM wanted at Blizzard area for duel with Ika…" Though he didn't quite recognize the name, Ika, he did enjoy the thought of a duel. It had been quite some time since he had partaken in a duel, and he would like to get an idea of the caliber of his opponents before he engaged in The Dojang Tag Team Tournament. He snickers, knowing that through all the plans and ideas, he was still a warrior at heart, one that enjoyed battle, the successes, the failures…everything that made him feel alive.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 8/31/2003 3:37:52 PM | Message Detail

The airship once again blasts its way through the upper limits of the skies, entering into the lower regions of space, the airships true home. He looks down upon the world below, and the entire ocean revealed before him in a single mosaic of beauty. The calm blue waters encircle the continents and islands without difficulty, the clouds and storms of the world appearing as nothing more than tiny mothers of pearls, entire cities appearing as tiny blemishes upon an otherwise perfect painting. The stars in the heavens and the wondrous world below mix into one being as the airship flies among them, innocent in the ways of space and planet, ignoring for a single moment their ever lasting clash. It is only logical that eventually the great vastness of the cold space will overthrow and warmth of The Dojang, plunging it into darkness that it shall never come back from. But these are all petty, insignificant reflections into a future that has yet come to pass, but remains one of the many different possibilities, as the airship slowly descends, diving into a dark mist of clouds above the very top of the world, where his duel was scheduled. Descending beneath the clouds, he finds his monitors filled with blinding now hitting the airship at a speed equal to that the ship is going, so he quickly flips a switch within, turning the monitor to a sensor view. The snow is erased entirely, while the picture is still perfectly simple to view. "Going to be fun, this…" He sighs, remembering many rather unpleasant battles involving snow and the massive glaciers on which they were fought. But his favorite ice duel, one that he remembers each and every time he is involved with a snow match, is one where he pitted himself against Heavyarms, during days 50 years ago…it was a marvelous battle, ending with Heavyarms defeat and one of the more proud moments of his life. He smirks… "Days like that, so long ago…well, perhaps this will revive them. Perhaps not. But no matter the end, this will be entertaining…" He finally sees his target, a odd looking being in the middle of the snow drifts, up to his knees in snow, he face one of disgust, probably unpleased as he is about the snow storm. He flies near the being, staying within a space of twenty feet before coming down low, blowing a mountain of snow and other material from where his engines brush across, before flying upwards again. He makes several such passes, attempting to find a secluded spot to land, incase this opponent decides in the "take all" approach to victory… Finding nothing of significance for a dozen miles, he finally settles on simply taking his chances and jumping out at a low altitude. He decides on a path that will drop him thirty or so feet from his opponent that should give him enough time to recover should Ika decide to charge. The black form of the airship once again curves around, its wings diving low tot he ground, nearly into the settles winter snow when the cockpit doors open in the very center of the craft, a caped figure making a daring leap of faith down ten feet. He hits the ground, his legs buckling over him, causing him to roll a few times on the ground as the airship makes it pass and proceeds to take a far higher flight path. He shakes his head, slowly getting up off the permafrost and two feet of snow, truly disturbed by the sheer amount of it.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 8/31/2003 3:38:30 PM | Message Detail

He can't see anything more than a foot in front of him, nor can he even hear he own heartbeat due to the screeching of the wind and snow upon his ears. His dives his ankles into the snow to keep from being blown away due to the force of the blizzard, wishing for a moment he had worn more than his traditional clothing on his frail human body. His purple cape and shirt, following by his cameo pants and boots, with the dozens of items hidden away within each. Somehow, though, he was beginning to wish he abandoned these items and instead decided to wear a thick fur coat. Sweeping back his blackish hair with a gloved hand, be begins marching in the direction of his opponent, using his memory of his location to keep a path laid out in his mind. But after having a rather large snowflake slam itself right into his face, he grows quite annoyed with his surrounds, in an instant causing his bodies aura to expand and grow around him, forcing back the gale winds and the freezing snow. A bubble of two feet in every direction of his body is erected, protecting him from the hard elements, instantly melting and vaporizing whatever snow comes in contact with it. But, even as though it appears it would stop attacks or defend in some way, it was little more than a way to get out of the snow, and would offer no protection against any attacks, even those of the same caliber of the snow itself. Further, it was relatively weak, so a powerful magic spell or two would be able to disable it in a short period of time, and would even offer the same benefits to his foe were he to enter it. Of course, by that time, the snow would not be his primary worry…

From: limp gamer | Posted: 8/31/2003 6:22:39 PM | Message Detail

His white "kimono-ish" robes blended in almost perfectly to his surroundings and he snarled as snow was blown by the mountains onto him. Ika shut his defunct eyes in concentration, and all the snow surrounding him gave out a small shriek as they shifted apart in a sphere like formation away from him and leaving him to be easily seen by anyone near him. He hovered in the air slightly using his telekinetic prowess and fixed his steely gaze at HIM’s feet. The black raggedy blindfold tied around his eyes flared up and down in the violent gales that he himself had created with his vast mind. His long, almost knee length hair also shifted sloppily in the chilled air. The demonic markings on the side of the right cheek began to pulse purple and blue. The tip of his toe lightly tapped the ground every now and then as he calculated the effectiveness of every path of attack that he could take, and in a moment, he choose the one that suited his needs best. "If you have any last words, say them now..." he said as he pushed his sword Gemini up out of the sheath with his left thumb. His hand had almost reached the hilt when he lowered his stance and leapt forward. The part demon moved with such speed that he turned practically invisible leaving nothing but a trail of quickly appearing footprints of where he had stampeded through on the deep snow. Such speed was almost impossible to reach in such thick snow, but this was him sluggish. Without snow to hinder him, he would have been a force to be reckoned with. Ika appeared and skidded directly in front of HIM with a fairly large blazing hot sword in his right hand, and his left hand with the fingers extended on the verge of touching HIM’s nose. He formed a solid telekinetic wall about 10 feet in width and height behind his opponent, and another one behind himself, and slashed the sword in his right hand viciously at HIM’s neck. The force of the slash created a small gale and lifted a huge twister of snow around the two warriors, and Ika shifted backwards through a little backdoor he had created for himself through the wall behind him, and promptly commanded the two walls to collide into each other, hopefully making short work of his opponent for the day.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 8/31/2003 8:07:21 PM | Message Detail

Utterly blinding, the snow that had first pelted his face with endless flakes is now doing the same for his aura shielding, making it utterly impossible to see anything. The only favor the lack of snow and wind did him was allow an easy path to walk in, slowly winding towards his opponent, somewhere is the thick of the storm. Even then, the two feet of snow already on the ground hindered his efforts, making it neigh impossible to make any decent leeway. He begins hoping that Ika is having as much trouble as he is, but the events coming prove him horribly wrong. He stops for a moment, feeling a sudden shift in the world's magic. A massive amount of magical energy was suddenly sucked away from the world, as he felt his own bones bend for a moment towards it, their features trembling to this power. His eyes instantly focus in on the exact place where the magic absorption had occurred, his hand steadily reaching towards his left hip, where the sheath of Blade is held. The hilt and guard of the weapon welcome his hands, a slight glow coming from them as he begins tugging on the weapon to pull it out as he hears something in the distance, through the wind, a mocking, horrid call…one of death that summons to him, begs to him, demands him to yield to it…the sounds of a demon. As the first hint of the speckled green edge emerges from the sheath, the sources of the magic suddenly shifts, heading towards him at a mind boggling speed so fast, he cannot get the weapon out even an inch before it arrives. Before him, through his aura, stands a creature not quite human, one that reeks of the death brought by the winds of demons, its breath one of demonic demeanor, its hair and clothes sending out a dark, hateful aura. He had not felt this type of antipathy for ages, since he stood before the king of demons, one that threatened to being time itself to an end. Such power could not be contained through either negotiation or begging, nor could it be halted through legions of men, nor could a single person bring to an end its impact, even with the hope of an entire world behind him. This was a kind of evil that could only be defeated by changing the hearts and minds of the world to the point the evil simply vanishes… The white robes of the being cease flapping in the breeze, its arm stretched forward to the point if it moved another inch, its fingernails it would touching his forward. In the other hand, the demon holds of a massive burning weapon, a sword forged out of the fires of Hell, one that calls out to him for the souls of the damned, the belittled, and the forgotten. It was becoming apparent that this demon, this vile mass of hate, was something that had little interest in a simple fight to increase its swordmanship…it simply desired to cut him in half and feed on his body, if something even that befitting for its mindset. But even so, he remains stoic, his hand still on the sheath of Blade, the weapons edges beginning to reveal a slight bluish tinge. He looks up to the demons eyes, or where the eyes should be, a shiver going down his spine when he sees a blindfold over them, along with glowing and pulsating purple and blue marks along the demons cheeks. Realizing that the demon is using magic or a natural sixth sense to do what he did, it becomes relatively apparent that the battle would be quite a bit more dangerous than it would have been otherwise.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 8/31/2003 8:08:40 PM | Message Detail

With a slight thought on his part, the demon Ika created a massive mental wall behind himself and behind his foe, one that would be impenetrable short of invading his mind and disabling it, a task that would take some time. Thankfully, the walls themselves are not that large or high, little over ten feet in either direction, but the fact that he would half to jump high to at least get a hand on the wall, combined with the deep snow, would that that escape route difficult. He looks through the corners of his eyes, and notices the wall in front of him, the one behind the demons white robings is, slowly moving forward, making him believe the one behind him is also moving. He also notices the massive amount to snow being pushed with these two telekinetic walls, ways formulating in his head how to escape. But any plans are cut rather short for the demon lifts his massive flaming sword and swings it at HIM's neck, attempting in short order to end the duel. The slash itself comes as quickly as lightning, making it neigh impossible to dodge in time due to the lack of space behind him. But, the slash of the sword does something that makes it rather easy to escape its wrath; the swords forces sweeps up the massive amount of snow in the area, making a brilliant cloud of white sweep up as quickly as the sword does. Pulling himself to the right, he begins chanting an ancient ice spell, trying his best to ignore the burning agony of his left shoulder where the flaming Hell of a weapon made contact. As Ika vanishes through the wall, an opening magically opened for him because of his commands to it, HIM makes his move, finishing the ice spell and summoning all of the flying snow to his location in an instant. As Ika commands the two walls to smash into each other, the speed of the two colliding walls is exactly what HIM was able to use to his advantage, causing the snow to quickly gather itself up below his body and push him upward. The spells power keeps the snow attempting to gather around his body into a hurricane, one that would form the basis for a powerful ice spell capable of goring even the most thick skinned beast, but in this instance finds itself pushing him upwards like toothpaste through a tube. The very bottom of his boots find their escape along with their icy saviors just as the walls crash into each other, exploding out a vast cloud of snow and ice crystals. Fragments of the two walls quickly fall through the air and vanish as the force behind them draws back, but not quickly enough as to prevent him from kicking off on one of the fragments, sending him flying through the air. He finds himself coming down directly in front of the demon Ika, hoping that his cloudy exterior will hide all traces of his being until he nears. Depending on how the demon sees, though, it may be an impossible task, but there is little other choice. He quickly flips himself around into an attack position, having the three-foot long green and black Blade drawn in an instant and drawn back in his right arm, in perfect position for a massive slash along the demons frontal area. As he rockets down to the ground, the magic he summoned vanishing in an instant, his eyes are revealed in their full glory, the burning passion of the duel within them while his cape busily blows within the wind. The glowing edges of Blade share the same passion as their master, perfectly ready to carve Ika in half from the top left of his shoulder to the very bottom of his right hip…

From: limp gamer | Posted: 9/2/2003 4:15:22 PM | Message Detail

Taking advantage of his rare ability of being able to ‘see’ without his eyes as most would, Ika studied everything HIM did with his arms crossed and with his sword’s hilt dangling between two fingers from his right hand. A small twinge of thoughtfulness spread across his usual cold, unchanging face. Ika immediately flicked the hilt of the blade in the air and caught it already in a defensive position when HIM went airborne. The force was astonishingly strong. HIM’s blade smashed into his, and sent him sprawling into the deep snow. He stayed almost entirely covered with snow, still trying to let the strength of HIM’s attack sink into his head. Ika got up shortly and shook the snow off like a wet dog and then turned his blind gaze at HIM in his battle stance. With a grunt and a kick, Ika shot forward like a bullet and blazed across the snow, only traceable by the long trench he created with his speed. Once again, he appeared in front of HIM, but this time his image sailed right through him and split into three figures. One in front of him, and two behind him. Two were illusions of course, and one was real. They all looked convincingly real, and if one cared to guess which was real, he’d probably end up dead. All three things held the same cold face Ika held, and has a small, almost impossible to see sneer on their faces. There was the usual pause that predators usually allow to happen before they strike. But soon, all three rushed forward with their right foot out for extra speed and swung their swords at HIM’s neck simultaneously. As before, they all jumped back after their strikes and the telekinetic walls burst out behind and through them. All three walls were real though, and the tasks assigned for them were not to trap HIM and kill him, but to fly at him at such a speed that there was a small chance one of them might slam into him with such force that it would knock him out cold. The walls would pass right through each other if they didn’t hit anything and would then dissipate after a short while. But Ika wouldn’t be content with just that, he had a whole other thing planned out already. Emerging into sight a good few feet away from his opponent, he placed his sword back into it’s sheath, and lunged forward with gritted teeth and swiped the sword towards his other side, sending a tidal wave of snow towards HIM with the sheer strength of his attacks and sword. Gemini’s blade was comparable to hell, and was burning white at all times, so the tidal wave promptly melted into water, making it almost twice as large. The beautiful steaming arc loomed over HIM, for a second that seemed a minute long, and finally crashed downwards with a thunderous roar unto what Ika hoped had been his opponent.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/3/2003 10:49:54 PM | Message Detail

Ika showcased exactly what HIM had come to realize earlier; there was a sixth sense at work. The demon easily brought its massive flaming weapon to bear just as Blades edge nears the beings shoulder, a shower of burning sparks blowing away in every direction as the swords meet. It was a stand off, a silent testaments to duels of long past and distant future, the two warriors for a single moment in still air, the very world around them, chaotic and churning, utterly still. HIM obtains a good look at the demons features, oddly better than the close up view he had before, the raging fires within his eyes dimming for a moment after sensing an aura of pure darkness. The source of the demons immense powers were being drawn from his soul, derived from hate and loathing of others, bitter and jealous things that no one should be forced to suffer with. Or perhaps it was merely HIM's own, reflected from within the deep pockets of his own soul. In either case, the moment soon ends, Ika's resistance coming to a swift, and rather showy end. The demon flies backwards a few feet before slamming into the snow, quite shocked at the power Blade put out as the weapon made contact. Though Ika may believe that it was HIM that put so much power into the attack, he actually held back quite a bit, not desiring to make the battle escalate faster than it had to. The power in fact came from Blade itself; the weapon was created to slay Gods and their ilk, but also reveals itself during battles with demons, since many are as powerful as the Gods themselves. The glowing blue aura it shines with and HIM lands on the ground is an indication of demon blood, the blades lust for it becoming almost more than anyone could keep at bay. But even the weapons glowing aura could not prevent HIM from taking a quit peek at his shoulder, the section of cape once defending it little more than a large, bloody, burnt cut around three inches long, and at least half an inch deep. As close to bone as it had come, however, it had not caused the worst possible injury. Indeed, if he had moved to the left instead of the right to evade Ika's sword swipe, his head would currently be rolling around on the snow, gathering a great deal of snowflakes. Assuming, that is, it was not first crushed into at least a thousand pieces by the walls… Putting such pleasant thoughts behind him, he concentrates on the task at hand. Moving his injured shoulder about a bit, he finds nothing is permanently damaged, so he decides to steadfastly ignore the wound, as the bleeding would stop at the wounds temperature declines. This has its side effects, however, as if the wound were to frostbite, the rate of infection would just drastically, and would in any case make the arm a useless feature that exists for nothing more than show. Drawing Blade into a defensive position in front of himself, arching the weapon down slightly while grasping the hilt with both hands, he carefully moves forward a step of two, hearing the loud grunt of the demon as he apparently lifts himself up. Attempting his best to drown out thew howling wind beating on his body, he is able to make out a tiny noise from the distance, then a sudden rush of energy. Ika had begun his attack in the same fashion as he had before. Though not believing for a second the demon would attempt the same thing twice, he held Blade at the ready incase he was wrong.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/3/2003 10:51:12 PM | Message Detail

Feeling a sudden wind throughout his body, one that not only purged the layers of his skin but also his bones, Ika appears before him, his expression and stance the same as before, fingertips an inch away from touch his forehead. Instinctively, HIM makes a slight movement to slash at the demon, before feeling something odd coming from the demons body, or lack thereof. Suddenly, it dawns on him that the Ika before him is not the true demon, a horrible lack of an aura present. Even robots and lifeless objects give off some type of spirit, especially within The Dojang, but what stands before him is a mere puppet, a lie, a façade, a quickly put together hoax meant to deceive and trick. Ika nearly succeeded in sending him off guard to attack a mere shadow… Stopping completely, he uses all his senses the best they can be used in the snowy environment, attempting to discern something, anything that could be used to foretell of an attack. After hearing the faint sound of another rush, the pulling of a burning blade in the air, he obtained his advanced warning he needed to survive. As he dives downward, he notices for a split second that the right foot of the demon's shadow being is outward, suggesting some type of attempt at gaining extra traction in its devilish attack. Using this knowledge to his advantage, he turns himself around in midfall, just in time to see not merely the shadow in front of him attack, but two others as well. Except that one of the shadows emitted an aura, the pure one of absolute hate that could be none other than Ika's. Pulling Blade as quickly as he can towards this real aura, he attempts an assault on the demons foot with a quick swipe, an attack not even the demon would know HIM scored until it began to sting and burn from exposure to the extreme cold. Supposing that the attack did, indeed, hit its mark. Although fully capable of normally telling if he had made contact with an attack, the sudden shriek of pain in his injured shoulder the moment it hit the ground made it impossible to do anything but wildly strike, leaving the aim of the attack fully up to fate. After the three demons jumped back, summoning behind them three walls of the exact same design and makeup as the two before them. HIM's eyes widen at this, a slight gulp going down this throat, as he notice all three closing in rapidly, and doing unlike the two walls he faced before; as they closed in, they passed through each other. Not only that, these walls had also managed to create a perfect triangle around him, one that was getting smaller by the millisecond. Quickly scrambling to his feet, Blade's ever-glowing edge in front of him, he finds that his options are rather limited. The snow that was prevalent on the ground earlier had all but disappeared due to his previous spell, preventing him from simply using the same trick twice to escape. Further, with his injured shoulder, it would be neigh impossible to jump onto one of the walls to escape, because as little snow as there is on the ground, it has been replaced by a fine ice, one as smooth as polished glass. He already finds himself in trouble staying balanced, so a run to one of the walls would more or less be a jog towards death. Giving his chin a quick rub, he comes to a conclusion that the only way out would indeed be over the walls, but no in the respect he had pondered a moment before. Swinging Blade a few times, he manages to calm the weapons burning anger, while at the same time drawing another sword from his back, a pure blackness known as Rinseuken Kai Blade. It is as long as Blade, but is far smaller in body size due to its being a Katana, while Blade is an oddly small Broadsword, and already begins to absorb the light around it, turning the already pitch place weapon into an aura of total darkness.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/3/2003 10:52:18 PM | Message Detail

His hands begin to feel the darkness' heat as he grasps its hilt, his mind already being assaulted by the countless lost souls that have been taken by its evil. He would have left this weapon and its kin long ago if it weren't for their incredible power to go against anything that wields the light of the heavens. But their power is at cost, slowly draining his sanity and mind away from him, driving him into heartless rages at random times during their use. But even this cannot stop them from being used, as they have saved his life multiple times. The walls close in on him, and he now acts, stabbing Blade into the wall to the left of him before jumping onto the quickly approaching wall besides him. Sending the Kai blade into this wall, he makes a leap onto its hilt while pulling out Blade, planting the weapon into the third wall, quickly taking a leap onto its own hilt. Having barely enough time to leap onto the top of the wall while drawing his weapons, he makes a leap to the ground below, rolling just out of the range as the two walls pass by the third, their perfectly angled forms spreading just before they reach him. He feels a slight rush of air as they pass, his face still firmly planted in the snow, the powerful energies behind them vanishing, the walls with them. "Unbelievable overkill…" he mumbles to himself as his lifts himself once more from the snow, shaking off his head and cape for the snow that had managed to settle on him from his landing. He is quite surprised that Ika would do such a series of assaults; first the triple illusion attack, then the telekinetic walls closing in from all sides. Although he had certainly faced larger and more powerful attacks than those, he had never seen such attacks released in such a short period or time, nor with such intent. Ika was on a mission to prove himself, it would seem… HIM, however, would not let the demon have an easy task of this, and he planned to quickly change the way the battle was handled. Using his sixth sense and the blinding snow to his advantage, Ika had the distinct advantage of being able to see without eyes, and his incredibly speed allowed him to take advantage of it with ease. But by depriving him of at least one advantage, his ability to hide within the snow, HIM hopes to even the playing field out somewhat, for his shoulder could not take too many more exercises as the one he just took. Keep Blade in his right hand in a lower defensive position, he brings the Kai blade on par with his face, straightening the weapon in an upward arc, his boots quickly finding a place to dig into. As he moves the Kai blade around, the weapon pulsates, seemingly looking for something. As it passes over the area directly in front of its master, the weapon explodes with dark flame, sending the burning and heated waves in HIM's face, quickly tanning the mans face. The moment this happens, HIM draws the weapon back and throws it in the direction it flared up in, knowing full well the weapons innate willingness to go back to the masters that had created it eons ago. The Kai Blades are unique weapons, forged by the darkest and most vile demons of old, and by being dipped in the blood of traitors and abominations against the Gods, they become weapons that sought to gorge upon their creator's blood. They seek out the heart of their pray when it is a demon, seeking to purge the demons very heart with the darkness eternal edge. But even this is not the end, because as soon as the weapon pulls off a deathblow against its opponent, the opponent and the sword are to become one, the swords darkness completely absorbing the victims body and adding to its own power. As it blazes through the snow, creating a horribly gothic and lonely black aura as it travels, the weapon cries out for the heart of Ika, the weapons edges attempting to move as close as they can to the demons heart.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/3/2003 11:11:34 PM | Message Detail

Not that a deathblow is needed; a minor cut if all HIM needs to be able to detect Ika even in this weather, as all those who are cut with the weapon have wounds that glow black in the air, piercing all other features less than solid. Using this, he could see Ika, no matter where the demon went, and tracking him even when he uses his super speed would be no problem… But, HIM does not expect what he sees next. The Kai Blade passes through a solid wall of something, a mass that's easily vaporized by the Kai Blade's immense heat. "I do believe…he wants me dead…" Finally coming within eye range, he notices a giant wall of water at least twenty feet high coming towards him, its wound from the Kai Blade quickly healing as water is magically grown around it to wipe away the hole. He takes a step back, simply stunned at the sheer enormity of the wave and its sudden appearances. Even with snow reducing visibility down to nothing, it should still be possible to see the wave, unless it was created very close by. He swings Blade out in front of himself, holding it up just as he did the Kai Blade, silently putting his other hand onto the blade of the weapon, the concentration within his eyes absolute. Blade's entire form begins to wiggle, its lines becoming blurs and its green speckled looking turning distinctively blue. As HIM near the wall, the entire weapon seems to become a solid strip of pure water, the entire thing complete see-through. Even the hilt takes on a different form, from the regal style with the countless decorators to a more subdued, calmed serpent dragon motif, the entire beings swirling the around the hilt as if it is about to become alive and strike at whatever moves. HIM now charges at the wall of water with his new Blade in hand, using everything he can to jump as high in the air as he can before slashing downwards at the tidal wave. The water before the weapon parts, the magic of the weapon forcing the water to peel away like the skin of a grape. Soon, HIM finds himself surrounded by a fragile bubble of magically created air, totally surrounded by the vicious force of the liquid as it passes. It is as if he is trapped within a time capsule, locked deep within the earth, everything moving, flowing with time, but still forever locked within a single moment. But before any concrete thoughts form, he finds Blade piercing the other side of the wave, his jump finally completing itself with a perfect 'thud' onto the snow. He quickly draws up Blade again, the weapon quickly reverting to its original weapon, his entire body tense and ready for the next move of Ika, and hopefully an opportunity to get into close quarters combat with the demon…he never was fond of attackers who fight from a distance. However, if the Kai Blade had been able to strike blood, or even better, a deathblow, then being able to get close enough to strike would be far easier...and in the case of a deathblow, a simple matter of sheathing the weapon once he found it.

From: limp gamer | Posted: 9/14/2003 3:42:08 PM | Message Detail

The scent of his own blood burned in his nostrils and he quickly noticed that he was slit right at the side of his calf. He felt no pain whatsoever, but since his sixth sense didn’t really put the category of color in his ‘vision’, he didn’t notice a huge gaping black beacon on his leg and made no move to get rid of it. He was, however, more focused on the large wound on HIM’s shoulder, and made a mental note of abusing that fact. Guess how confused he was when his opponent knew exactly where he was, and began to slash at him right through a tsunami sized wave of boiling water. Anyway, no matter how sudden, he would have seen it coming in mere seconds and one second to Ika, was enough to dodge anything. A sound similar to waves crashing into the ocean was heard as his body vanished with speed enough to leave an after image of him around while he popped right out of it appearing a few feet behind the fading illusion. He repeated this a few more times, distancing himself greatly from HIM. He dug his bare feet into the snow and stood with his legs a little farther apart from each other than usual to get a good grip on the shifty ground. He intentionally studied the weather witch for a few seconds, and then doubled checked HIM and his conditions and wounds. He wasn’t tired, and neither was Ika, since the whole point of toying with someone is too make you look weak and study the opponent as much as you can. Both warriors knew by now that both of them weren’t trying very hard. He didn’t exactly establish himself to look weak, as he had already injured HIM quite badly giving him a huge gaping advantage. He shook uncontrollably with weird shaken breathes in and out. It wasn’t fear or anything, but excitement. He couldn’t help but have a egotistic sneer on his face as he somehow intensified his blind gaze on HIM tenfold. He raised his right hand, pointing the sword up in the air, and then loosely to the right and twirled it between his fingers. The heavy blade twirled with such speed in his fingers that it spun like a helicopter blade. The blinding white disk created a miniature hurricane, melting snow and hurling boiling water around him in a large radius. His stance nor his sneer didn’t change a single bit as a small orb of blazing white energy formed above his whirling sword. The sphere grew at a regular pace, feeding off Gemini’s limitless energy supply, growing quickly as a result. It reached twice the size of his upper body in no time and Ika threw the sword behind him, then slashed it furiously into the ground sending the blazing sun towards HIM shredding everything in its wake. Ika formed two inescapable walls on both his left and right sides, leaving lots of maneuvering space but not enough for HIM to be able to completely dodge his molten mass of energy. If he tried, he would be left with half his body intact. This would be a test of energies… Ika used the large trench of molten snow his attack had created to rush through a direct path to him with his normal speed, easily getting behind his incoming attack at him. The heat didn’t bother him yet, but it would after a few more minutes of traveling behind it. He raised his right hand and twirled it the same way as before. The same result came, but Ika didn’t have enough time to charge it up to the size of the one hiding him from HIM, (God that’s a weird name =P) so he skidded quickly to a halt and flung the smaller orb also at HIM, and hid it right behind the larger orb making it almost impossible to detect two entities behind it. A nasty surprise awaited his opponent, as it would be near impossible to see one thing hidden in the shadow of another, let alone dodge the second orb when it presented itself and homed onto the specific location of Ika’s demonic blood on HIM’s blade where it had landed a small hit on his calf. It was through Gemini that it was created, and it wasn’t going to suddenly turn tail towards Ika if HIM would be stupid enough to do so. --- Cultivate your anger, make them all realize. Before you hate yourself in the end...

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/16/2003 2:38:58 AM | Message Detail

Hah…he's coming, HIM…can't you feel it? Of course you can…we are all one… "I do not need to hear things I already know in the middle of battle." The demon outside is nothing… "Perhaps…" He cannot exceed his limits. He is weak… "…maybe I enjoy a weak opponent." His feelings are pure hatred and jealousy…can't you feel it? Don't you know? "…I knew it from the beginning…he desires something from me…something both intangible and priceless he can never have on his own." Then why play the games? He wishes to take it by force, not realize it within his soul. "The games are what keep me going…you know this. Why bother me with it now?" The time for games is coming to an end…there is no longer any purpose in keeping them as pawns. "Just one more game, I promise that…just one more to make them realize…" He laughs, looking around the battlefield. The snow swirling around him and the dark clouds above being the only thing he notices. The howling wind fails to arouse his attention for a single moment, his eyes quickly taking hold of the fast moving demon Ika as he easily moves back into the shadows afforded him by the blizzard. The speed of Ika is so great, in fact, images of his being remain even though the real form has already moved well beyond them. Shaking his head a bit, he begins pondering his chances of defeating the demon, despite his soul musing otherwise. It was rather true what his soul told him, that is was a game of sorts, one of life and death, one where he kept himself on equal standing with his opponent no matter how that cost him. Brushing back his hair, he lets out a hurried breath, trying to keep his soul from musing further, giving out ever more and more detail of the situation until it forced him to take the seriousness of it all… Walking forward a few steps, he focuses all his attention on finding where Ika could be hiding, silently cursing the demons unbelievable speed and power. He moves his should around a bit, not only to loosen them up for the next wave of defense and attack, but also to keep the blood slightly flowing in his damaged left shoulder, lest it freeze up. Having an important part of the limb incapable of being moved would make it nearly impossible to set up anything remotely close to a good defense or offense. He grimaces at the possibilities of such, and his own painful experience. Giving a quick gaze to his right hand, he brings up Blade to position in front of him, the slight glimmer from the Kai Blade in the distance. "So, the Kai Blade touched nothing…" Viewing out into the blizzard at this glimmer, he sees the weapons faintly glowing edges deeply locked within the snow. It becomes apparent the weapon had decided its own path of attack instead of directly striking in a straight line through the tsunami, deciding instead to fly upwards into the sky to divebomb its foe. However, it would seem that when he sliced through the tsunami with Blade, he forced Ika to move early, causing the Kai Blade to hit nothing but snow. Letting out an annoyed sound that can not be exactly described beyond 'animalistic', he continues looking for the next sign of attack, tiny beads of sweat appear on his brow despite the absolutely freezing temperatures. This was extremely dangerous, as that sweat would eventually begin to join its surroundings temperature, sending his body into a cooling down period that would not cease in this weather.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/16/2003 2:41:37 AM | Message Detail

Again, he was not too pleased with the thoughts running inside and out of his head, but he finally finds his reprieve in the slight flash of Ika's white blaze of a weapon, Gemini. He takes a step back in sheer surprise as he feels a tremendous amount of energy suddenly being drawn into a single place, a part of Gemini's true power coming into play. Even with the blinding snow between him and what is being created, he can still see a giant fireball slowly growing out of the blade of Gemini, like a fast moving cancer more than capable of destroying its host. Within seconds, this fireball is the largest he had seen past the stars in the heavens for years. So large was it that HIM did not notice until the fireball was launched that a tornado of water had formed around the spinning weapon, utterly atomized as the orb of flame burned through it. Looking to the right and left of the white dwarf star, he assumes he would be easily able to run to the side of the attack before it struck him, allowing him for the most part to dodge it. However, considering how large it is and how well Ika may be able to control the attack using his sixth sense, it would be quite improbable to prevent injury. More so, the fact that the snow melted by the tsunamis passing had already turned to sheer ice, a simple run would likely end in a misstep, something that would be fatal versus such an attack. However, in that case, there was a small chance he could survive using the Star Capes innate fire resistant nature to ward off the majority of the flames. Sadly, though, it did not protect from the actual heat, so depending fireballs temperature, his insides could actually boil and explode, making the battlefield slightly more gruesome than it should be under any circumstances. His next thought came as a rather simple one; muster up enough strength to cut the fireball in half, allowing the pieces to pass a safe distance on either side. All hopes of this simple solution, however, are crushed out of existence as he sees two walls form on either side of himself in the same manner as all the walls before were created. This instantly removed the possibility of a straight up assault against the fireball, as the walls could simply crush him flat if he tried anything, let alone stayed in the same place long enough. Complicating matters further was the fact even if he was able to cut the fireball in half, the space between the walls was not enough to allow the fireball to simply fly apart, making it almost certain incineration if he were to try it. And while the walls did make a rather large valley, he did not trust for a second their ability to stay in one place, nor the fireball's heat, which may simply cook him regardless of his tactics. He takes a step back as the fireball nears, running through the possibilities of how he could avoid, destroy, or simply negate it along with the walls on his side. As he closes in on one possibility, the exact show of force Ika wanted, his soul nudges against him…although impossible to escape, it calls to him from infinite distances. He does not deserve it… He is pathetic… Nothing… A sniveling, egotistical half-mortal who believes himself to be a God… Show him the possibilities, instead…show he what he can never become. Smiling lightly, he silently agrees with his soul. Though his honor demanded he always stayed on par with his opponent, with one that demanded to know the very depths of his abilities, one that demanded to see it without deserving it, his soul showed him the way around it. He would do something he never attempted before, a chance at something so very powerful, yet filled with flaw…he could simply force it to come, but he knew after his countless sins it was impossible to do so. Such a power he had discovered within himself, and only recently did he discover it within his being. Only after coming to The Dojang, a place untouched by his history, the blood dripping from his hands, the pain gave unto countless others…

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/16/2003 2:42:42 AM | Message Detail

He quietly sheaths Blade in front of the great onslaught of flame and power, both arms coming to rest against his side. He closes his eyes, seeking to find the very center of his being, the soul within himself. The blazing heat of the fireball laps against his skin, his hair being blown back by its burning winds, the sky above him melting away instantly, giving the perfect view to the gray skies above. But to him, the only thing he feels is the pulsing of his head, the blood pounding away in his veins, and the thoughts within his mind desperately trying to find escape. The fireball hits… Time has no meaning to you… He opens his eyes, finding himself in a black world that stretches forever and beyond, the voice of his soul the only thing existing within it besides his body, dripping with sweat. He finds himself perfectly intact, including his shoulder, no sign of the injury apparent. He urges to smile for a moment, realizing he had finally accomplished something very few others had ever done… After taking a short moment to look around, he decides on the path directly in front of him, the instincts within him screaming that something was waiting, an incredible epiphany waiting to be found… He does not need go far before the black world begins to dissolve, quickly replaced by the calm grasses of the cliff top field, the rocky orifices of it appearing shortly after the grass, the rocks within the water and finally the water itself flowing into view. The sky fades into focus, revealing a slight reddish sun beyond the skies, showcasing all things as they finally become real and capable of being touched. He feels like he is within a dream, the entire world seeming to be perfect, with the blue sky, the grasses stretching forever on one side, and on the other an infinite expanse of sea a hundred feet below. But something is amiss in this world…a feeling of fear that he could not quite express in thoughts or words, an odd darkness in the distant horizon that could not be explained, along with the complete lack of wind on his face. No birds chirp and no creatures rummage in the grasses if they were to even exist, nor do the grasses themselves flower. There are also no sounds…none from the grass he walks upon and none as the water laps up against the rocks. All he could hear with a low murmur, a silent heartbeat appearing to come from every direction at once, but also seeming to be a billion miles away. "So…this is the Centrice…" The house of your soul…the interpretation of reality for your final days… "You forget, I cannot allow myself to die until this is destroyed…" Quietly takes a look at golden bracelet clasping onto his right wrist, its flowing features perfectly reflecting the light shown upon it. He then looks upward at the sun above him, yet as his eyes focus upon his, there is no reaction from them as he looks down. He sees no sunspots, no indication he actually gazed at the star. "There is light, but no light…this is like a dream…there is a foreboding aura about this place…"

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/16/2003 2:45:32 AM | Message Detail

A shadow image suddenly appears before him, his eyes quickly focusing upon it. A sheer object, it slowly fades in from parts unknown, destabilizing and altering the air around it. A slight wind is finally brought to bear with this destabilization, its gentle caress crushing across his face. Soon, more features begin appearing on the shadow, from the typical details reserved for humanoids to simply odd features, such as tufts of fur on the left and right side of the head to large horns emerging out of the wrists. They are made out of the bone of the creature, tiny holes drilled within them which allows them to spew some type of acid when threatened. The creature finished forming, the leather clothing of the being oddly appropriate for its look; completely bald besides the fur where its ears are, with a dozen of so tiny bone spikes going up and down its forehead. Its physical features otherwise, however, are rather normal. The beings leather cape comes to a half as the moving air from is appearance dissolves into the rest of the still mass, the breathing of the being quite heavy. "So now I meet my soul for the first time…" We are not your soul… It speaks words from its mouth, but the voice it uses is quite different from the voice heard before, speaking in a calmer, quieter male voice than the rather husky, deep one he heard before. …we are you, and you are the soul. "…I see." Through a thousand generations, we became you. And only now have you realized the power to know us and see us. "I understand that…however…this place has a closed into, suffocating scent to it…something quite amiss." It is he. He who is not us, and is far stronger than us. We would have fallen to him by now if we had fought. Yes, he thought to himself…the price of victory, yet a double edge sword so power it would destroy those who used it… You desire to use this form…your instincts know of its ancient ability as a hunter. It did not hunt demons. It is not needed. It resents you like all of us… "I know it does. My sins have been infinite in number and can never find redemption. However, the demon Ika must not be shown what I am capable of doing. There is something beyond his urge to kill me. He seeks something far more sinister and hateful." He is destined to follow your path. Countless sins until his judgement. But he is weak. He can never do what you have done. You are the true sinner, the true murderer. He grimaces, knowing all of it to be true. What he had done in his twenty thousand years is a countless series of crimes beyond any which no other could have ever imagined…his first sins being committed by his own urge to come back into one being after his soul shattered, while collecting the memories and lives of those innocent to all of it…the being before him was no different. A proud warrior who fought to the death against his enemies, only to learn at the end of his proud life he was nothing more than a puppet. He existed since then within HIM's soul, unchanging, unmoving, summoned only now back to life with the thoughts of the past and the urges and sorrow of his fellows forever flowing through his spirit. Why do you want me…why do you wish me to live again… The being turns to him, his blazing jeweled eyes reflecting all the colors of the zodiac into his own. This time is speaks as an individual, not as part of the hive of lost beings. …you will allow me to die a second time. To torture me for eternity. You desire to see my suffering… He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment before answering. "No. You are here because I need a warrior. One who is capable of fighting on a beast that dances through snow as if it were sky. One who wields the ancient spear of his people. One who can never be truly defeated, only forgotten." The being waves his arms around a bit, his form going back and forth in place, rather excited.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/16/2003 2:49:18 AM | Message Detail

I know this to be true…your honor does not have a match with the extinct Dragoni teachings. You have asked upon me the honor I had before you raped it from me…I cannot refuse…but I will give you death if I so see it. Terrible death from within your body. My form you shall have, as well as my skills, but if I so decide to allow you death, I will make your heart burst from your heart and be devoured. Although quite blunt, HIM decided he had little choice in the matter. "Acceptable." The two grasp hands and shake, the world instantly fading into nothingness and the blurred words of the being are forgotten, replaced by the fuels of war, the skills of the beast tamers, the acid skills of the Demphi Assassins. Blade begins to change as it draws itself from its sheath, the weapons hilt growing distended and eventually disappearing, being replaces by the long, heavily decorated shaft with a teardrop shaped spear head at its end. His hands erupt with large ivory tusks and his very innards twist and churn, their forms copying that of the being's. His ears retract into his skull along with his hair, replaced only by two tufts where the ears once were while a row of bone-like teeth emerge from his skull. His heart is energized with the fury of battle, the leather clothes joining him in this fervor by replacing his original uniform. His shoulder begins to burn with agony again, the wound returning three fold from its temporary stay, but this would not matter, as the new strength given his arms would allow him to wield the massive speak with one arm, allowing the other to maneuver. The ground under him falls away as he begins falling through the black void, stopping only when his heels did into the soft fur of the being he was to ride. As color begins to return, as well as the heat from Ika's fireball assault, the beasts appearance becomes clear. It is a tailless behemoth nearly seven feet long, fur as white and as well worn as those Ika carries around himself, a flat face and muzzle that occasionally spits out a green fire of some sort, and a also kitten like purr when it makes a noise. His hands take the leather reigns around the beast's neck and its pulls back, the beings powerful legs giving a massive push off from the ground, sending it into the air. Its long, beautiful trails of white hair are clearly shown, its four furry paws as large as those of the largest bears in the world. Suddenly, the world from wench it jumped from, a world where time was still, where the possibilities became for a moment limitless, fades away, blasting the beast above the giant fireball of Ika's. Laughing as he pulls the massive spear back, Himersite, the chosen name by the combined HIM and being, commits to an attack to destabilize and destroy the fireball, its two cohorts, and the smaller fireball that he had just now seen. Thrusting the spear forwards from its downwards position just behind his current position beyond the fireball, manages to clip the edge of the right wall, causing it to suddenly serve to the left. This causes it to small into the fireball, but also causes the left wall to careen in right, also making it slam into the fireball, ending with the entire mess sliding along as one until they collected enough snow and ice behind them to flip over each other. Thus causes an odd change reaction of sorts, as the fireball quite literally flew upwards in the air ands down onto the walls, finally burning through them and exploding slightly. This minor explosion is just enough to send out a massive wave of heat so warm that it melts a pit thirty feet down and fifty feet across. It also causes the entire area becoming warmer by twenty degress instantly, the snow immediately taking insult to it, the delicate remains of snowflakes beginning to melt down to nothing.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 9/16/2003 2:49:42 AM | Message Detail

However, by the time this pit formed, Himersite has already successfully pull off his next move; using the same swing his used to change the walls direction, he swings it upwards and down, literally stabbing the fireball just before the beast lands with the force of a small quake. Patting the beast's right side with his foot, ordering it to continue moving, he begins to slam the large fireball from side to side on the snow, slowly but surely diminishing its heat. It simply falls off the spear and slides a ways in the snow after a few such slammings, finally puttering out and dying in a pool of ice water. "Demon! I will extinguish you life as I have extinguished your flames! Even the sacred sword of fire cannot save you! Prepare for the end!" He calls out to the world before him, lowering for but a moment the dried and caked on blood of Ika on the spears point to the beasts nose, giving the beast an instant sense of the where the demon is. It instantly turns its way in the direction of the bleeding wound of Ika's, while quickly passing the Kai Blade, still burning within the snow on the beast's left. Smirking, Himersite passes the spear over the Kai Blade's heat for but a moment, effectively combining the power of the Kai Blade and the blood of the demon Ika in the spear's point. Quickly, the spear point changes shape and color, from a simple teardrop to a shape akin to that of the Multi-Edge sword with edges and random imperfections along the non-cutting portion of the weapon, while its color changes from a calm speckled green to blood red with black imprints. These imprints glow and pulse in rhythm to the demon's heartbeat, their words calling out to the demons mind and soul, quiet whispers saying the time of Ika's death…

From: limp gamer | Posted: 10/19/2003 5:22:48 PM | Message Detail

”About time it came out…” Another advantage. His opponent was the first to draw out a trump card. Or at least it looked like one. Ika was already in a ninjitsu sword stance with one hand holding the swords hilt loosely pointing the tip forward, and the other hand with its palm facing upward supporting the bottom of the blade with it barely cutting his hand in two. His well trained elflike ears wiggled slightly as he heard the giant sniff the air for what he guessed was his wound reeking of hybrid human/demon blood. If it put out the white flames of Gemini, it had to be strong. The entire sword including the handle glowed blinding white… Drawing out the battle to find some weaknesses would prove to cause more harm than good at this point. The hand not holding the handle began to slide back, going into the sword like it wasn’t there. Ika’s facial expression remained tranquil and dull, gazing blindly at the behemoths kneecaps. The hand slid into the handle and then went to the slide, drawing out what seemed to be a second sword out of Gemini. With a flick, Ika stood tall with two swords at his sides. The two swords stopped glowing and took their forms before they were magically fused. Both were long sleek katana’s, with their blades shiny and polished to the extreme. But if the two were weaker than their fused form even when they were used at the same time, what difference would it make? This. Slowly, Ika spread his arms out with the blades pointing away from his sides and lowered his head. It had been six months so far… He had ascended above those of normal abilities and vowed to become even stronger day by day, even if there were no more shortcuts. Everyday after that, he trained himself with a daily unbendable schedule, even if he was piss tired, didn’t feel up to it, or was completely wiped out from yesterdays training. His telekinetic powers were quite flexible as offensive, defensive, and many other fields of styles. His training schedule was not the easiest in the world as you may find out... It was basically physical training with embedded mental exercise as well, blended together causing him to get stronger and stronger as each day passed. It wasn’t a HUGE margin, mind you, but in the end, it would serve him well. He could summon massive amounts of telekinetic weight, ‘pound’ it into sheets as narrow as skin, and wrap it around the main points of his body. So basically, everyday, every night, he walked around, trained, slept, and pissed, while wearing undetectable weights on his forearms and calves. Everyday, the weight was increased by 10-40 pounds in layers, which at the time made barely any difference. Week by week the daily increase in weight got slightly higher, with Ika fine-tuning it sometimes if it got too extreme. Needless to say, it’s been six months. And that’s a lot of weight on a guy isn’t it? The process of maintaining the layer of weight had been complicated at first, but soon it was second instinct and the thing maintaining the weight was at the back of his mind and it added layers by itself automatically. So it was going to take a lot of concentration to get rid of even one layer after this much time. He closed down all his senses for better concentration, since closing his eyes under the blindfold didn’t make any difference at all. His mind was massive. After each failed attempt, he took a breath and tried again. On the fifth try, after only a second had passed outside, he tapped into the hidden integrated command and in a flash opened his eyes and titled his head to face the enemy. Small creases formed in the four skin weights, and Ika with his arms still spread out, stared down the mammoth of a warrior as he was relieved of a few hundred pounds in four areas. The ground rumbled for three full seconds, and then four average sized craters were seen around Ika as you saw little vapors disappear from the craters. Ika shifted into a drunken double swords stance, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet to get the new feel of his body. “Come on ugly! Find out for yourself what just happened!” “I dare you.”

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 10/21/2003 7:35:48 PM | Message Detail

The giant crater formed by the impact of Ika's attacks continues to let off steam into the now oddly warm blizzard sky, causing some of the snowflakes to turn from ice to water. This causes a gentle rain to fall upon the battlefield, making the already difficult task of movement neigh impossible. But at this point, neither Himersite nor his opposition is affected by it to any great degree, as both have unique and effective methods of transport. Ika has speed as fast as the wind, while Himersite rides the back of a great Shift Beast, animals whose fangs could chew through iron with ease and could breathe green blazes so hot they would rival those needed to melt steel. Further, they are distant relatives of dangerous dog-like animals known as Rift Hounds, beings that can travel the dimensions at will. Though not fully capable of it, Shift Beasts can for a time move into the space between dimensions and then by surprise their opponents at a time most appropriate. Being of an ancient species of warriors who hunt by using these creatures, Himersite was an expert at controlling the Shift Beasts movements with a short series of taps on the giant white animal's back. As he moves in for his first strike at the demon Ika, he does just this; tap the left shoulder of the great Shift Beast in an intricate array of delicate finger movements, causing the animal to roar into the night and charge directly at Ika. Ika, meanwhile, readies himself for the assault by literally splitting his sword into two weapons, both of them katana-like in form. Raising a brow at this act, Himersite quietly smiles as his opponent's foolishness, but not for reasons that others would think of. Though he is fairly sure the two weapons are weaker in their design than Gemini, it is the mere fact there are two weapons that makes him tap again on his Shift Beast's back, causing the animal to streak across the landscape at full speed. Immense clouds of snow and ice are sent up into the air the entire time due to this, giving the beast the appearance of a twisted ice fairy trudging its magic through the place it was born in. Taking a firm grip of the long spear, pulsating perfectly with the heartbeat of its foe, Himersite notices something off about his foe. A sudden rush of energy is released from Ika's form, as if the demon had shed an immense amount of lifeforce at once. Although lacking the ability to sense magic unlike his original form, Himersite smells a sudden wave of rotten air hit his massive nostrils, causing a snarl to form on his face. He utterly despised the smell, and so did the Shift Beast; for a moment it slows, its far keener sense of smell almost shut down by the sudden rush of this air. It slows another moment as the beast detects something horribly different about its pray, a power that was not there before. Closing his second eyelids to obtain a crystal perfect infrared image of Ika, he sees what the Shift Beast sees; a demon larger than the one that started the battle. Realizing the demon has somehow been holding back since the beginning of the battle, the grip on the spear becomes tighter as the beast readies itself to jump into the air on a perfect beeline towards Ika.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 10/21/2003 7:36:28 PM | Message Detail

Suddenly, the ground suddenly shifts and groans, an immense shaking taking hold of the entire area for several seconds. The ice and snow crumbles and melts into the dirt rising from the ground, and four craters are suddenly produced around the two warriors, as if tiny meteors had slammed into the earth to created them. Steam is emitted readily from these craters, their forms odd and out of place in the blizzard arena. Himersite and the beast as shaken for a minute, their jump into the air delayed due to the fact their was no steady ground in which to jump upon, but after another short series of taps, the Shift Beast restarted the previously aborted jump. Quickly leaping over one of the newly formed craters, it enters within a dozen feet of Ika, the plan of Himersite being executed. As the beasts claws and vicious fangs flash at Ika, their terrible forms seeking the demons flesh, the animal disappears in midair, leaving only Himersite to deal with Ika. Thrusting his spear downward into the snow, Himersite uses the centrifugal force that the beast had given him to literally take hold of the spears shaft and spins around it at a lightning quick speed. As his feet come to face Ika's front and the two deadly swords, two small knives burst forth from Himersite's boots. Two inches long each, they perfectly position themselves where Ika would have the easiest time attacking, that being the shaft of the spears to throw Himersite off his attack. But they serve a dual purpose as they near the end of their useful defensive time, one that is revealed as the knives try to pin the demon's right blade and pull it from Ika's hands. This was a tactic created as Ika split the mighty Gemini into two smaller swords, Himersite coming to the conclusion that if even one of the weapons were taken away, Ika's ability to cause damage with weaponry would be effectively cut in half. But whether or not this strategy works does not prevent the next assault from happening as Himersite quickly brings himself to the ground to strike up a quick defensive position; the Shift Beast suddenly appears at Ika's back, its claws and fangs exactly as they were before it shifted. Using the ancient blood of its ancestors, it had used the shadow realms and the between-dimensions to its fullest advantage, and now the thousand pound, horse sized animal bears its fullest strength towards Ika's seemingly least defended area; his back. Though Himersite doubts the attack will fully work due to the demon's speed, he does have countless years of experience hunting and killing demons, meaning that this first assault is one of a great many that Ika is destined to experience…

From: limp gamer | Posted: 10/23/2003 5:39:21 PM | Message Detail

You underestimate me… The sword being snatched from his hands, Ika quickly abandoned it like any other warrior would, fearing some sort of manipulation if he held on to the sword. But instead of attacking, his opponent bolted to a defensive stance and left Ika to ponder for one fourth of a second. He had an open attack to my right side... But instead, he choose to stay back- Instantaneously, he ducked and kicked off the ground and propelled himself with a gush of wind backwards under the beast’s belly and an extra two feet away from its now vulnerable back, not wanting to find out if the beast tore his opponent apart or not. Suddenly realizing the beast had more than doubled its size, and came out of nowhere, Ika took those new facts into account and would not leave that out of his battle calculations, leaving his opponent without another one of his many abilities that he could use effectively. Finishing his plan as fast as his physical speed was, Ika twirled the lighter sword in his left hand and shifted into a stance like a runner that was about to burst forward in a race. Left hand with sword somewhat behind him, he charged forward with his right hand reaching out for the incoming sword that was taken from him a few seconds ago, returning with the help of his telekinetic abilities. As the sword came towards him, the sword came in such a way that the blade would sink into the beast’s side and return to its master behind it. With both his swords, Ika charged at full speed, not even leaving a white blur or after image like his old speed did, but powerful gales of invisible wind. Creating a flurry of sword slashes, Ika blazed through the beast and towards the real opponent. If the beast stayed there, it would be torn into shreds, and if it decided to phase out, it would leave its master even easier to penetrate. Reaching Himersite in milliseconds, Ika unleashed a whirlwind of high-speed sword combos from every direction; above, under, left, right diagonal, behind, you name it, averaging of about seven sword strikes a second. And after 6 seconds, he shoved himself back with his own telekinetic powers added with his final scissor sword strike, and went into a defensive stance, expecting another trump card from Himersite. --- “Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power.”-Lao Tzu

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 10/26/2003 2:37:00 AM | Message Detail

A sudden flash of metal enters his field of vision, that being the sword that was formally being held by Ika. He smirks, taking careful hold of his spear in preparation for the next assault, that being the Shift Beast that was send to attack Ika from the rear. However, Ika sense the beasts coming and quickly speeds away using his agility, leaving the massive animal to charge directly at its master. Himersite, however, simply stands his ground, the animal managing to stop a few feet before it slammed into its master. The sword of Ika’s however, held a potentially lethal surprise it pulled off as Ika summoned the demonic weapon to him; it literally lifts itself off the soft snow it had landed in, and flies at the Shift Beast to its master beyond. Screaming out some kind of animalistic distress call, the Shift Beast immediately jumps back to avoid a lethal penetration of the chest cavity, but still managed to get sliced under its neck, a massive piece of skin and fur falling to the ground in a bloody heap. The Shift Beast screams in pain and it reels back, the agony on its face apparent as the animals entire face appears to collapse a bit inward. Himersite still holds his ground, knowing that despise the obvious damage done, it was nothing lethal; unlike most animals, the jugular vein for a Shift Beast lies within rock solid bone neck to the spinal cord. However, it still would not take away the fact there is now a large hole within the Shift Beast’s neck, one that was bleeding profusely and could cause a massive bleed out if not treated in time. But time, as Ika would soon prove, is not something on Himersite’s side. The sword now flies into Ika’s hands, and the demon runs full speed towards Himersite in the now clear air. The last of the snowflakes fall to the ground as Ika approaches, the keen vision and training of Himersite allowing him to see the incredibly fast movements of Ika with ease, but offer little in way of defending against the demon’s truly unbelievable next attack. As the demon approaches at speed unfathomable, Himersite yells out another animalistic call to the Shift Beasts, which instantly gets into a running position; is arches its self back, its claws digging into any solid ground it can find, seemingly ready to attack Ika as he nears. Himersite, though, realizes that no matter the skill of the Shift Beast, nothing short of warping into the field of Ika’s charge would do anything, and then it would cost the life of the Shift Beast, something he is not willing to do. Pulling the spear from the ground, Himersite gets it into a ready position just as Ika’s first devastating blow hits, nearly sending the warrior to the ground from the force. Another hit registers soon after, the another, and another, then three more in a single second, all the time Himersites eyes and movements predicting the path of the blows. The shift beast by this time moves in as quickly as it can while taking a massive intake of air, but nothing can stop what happens next; the next seven blows from Ika’s attack break the defensive series of Himersite by pushing the spear out of his right hand and sending it reeling backward along with the left hand, leaving Himersite complete open to assault. Finally, as the Shift Beast is ready to attack Ika, it’s mouth opening to reveal burning green flames that have mixed with air and chemicals to fuel their existence, Ika’s next seven attacks occur. Five of them crisscross against Hemersite’s abdomen, the fifth slices into his ribs and penetrates a lung, and the final one does the worse damage of all; his right arm is thrust forward in an automatic attempt to keep his balance as the massive spear falls behind him, and is thus literally cut off two inches below the shoulder.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 10/26/2003 2:38:53 AM | Message Detail

Himersite screams in unbelievably agony as he falls backwards, the Shift Beast preventing any more damage by breathing a super hot plume of green gas between Ika and Himersite. The burning gas spreads like wild fire, literally attaching to and setting the snow on fire, and in fact sets the air in the vicinity on fire, and just as easily would do the same to Ika’s clothing or skin if it indeed came in contact with them. After finishing this quick attack, one designed merely to disengage the two warriors, the Shift Beast shifts behind Himersite, who is rapidly falling backwards, blood quite literally flying everywhere as his former right arm falls to the snow and is engulfed by the burning green flames. It quickly vanishes into the flames, eaten by their eternal hunger generated from the Shift Beast’s rage and anger. As Himersite’s falling body comes into contact with the oddly dry, warm furs of the Shift Beast, he comes to his senses and quickly uses all his energy left to jump onto the beasts back, who then begins running full speed in a deformed arc towards Ika’s last known position. Fitting his spear onto his side, Himersite brings his still functional left hand to meet his damage right should and takes hold of the joint that connects should to arm. With a single, violent movement, the bone is snapped off and tossed into the snow, Himersite’s pain suddenly gone. With a snarl he grabs his spear again, thankful of his species natural lack of feeling in the immediate areas of joints, along with veins that quickly closed up and died. The history behind this evolution came from the fact that on his home planet, his species was commonly attacked ages ago by massive bird-like reptiles known as Qua. Even through the Qua often failed to obtain an entire meal from his desperately struggling brethren, they often were able to sheer off a limb or two from the victim before it dropped them. By evolutionary logic, those who could come away from such disasters with the most ability to ignore the pain and quickly fix the problem would survive, while those who didn’t would perish. Taking his spear into his left hand again, he begins spinning it above his head as the Shift Beast continues to advance towards their goal, the pulsating and twisted visage of the spear’s head showering tiny black flames onto the ground that instantly explode and vaporize anything near them. The flames avoid the Shift Beast entirely, in fact unnaturally bending to avoid contact with even a single of the beast’s thick white hairs. As Himsersites spins, these small flames slowly increase in size and develop intelligence of some sort, their masses being pulled in the exact direction where Ika is, the blood on the spear tip giving the flames the same power to instantly find their foe. As the flames get bigger and more refined into ball shapes, their ability to travel towards Ika increases until, finally, giant flames a foot across the are formed and throws themselves at where Ika may be, perfectly forming themselves to whatever path he chooses to take.

From: GreatMasterHIM | Posted: 10/26/2003 2:39:11 AM | Message Detail

Half a dozen in all, they drip their own tiny flames as they fly through the night, literally lighting up dozens of tiny black explosions as they pursue their pray. The tiny explosions of these small flames give hint to what will happen as they near Ika; instead of trying to hit him directly in the chest, they will speed up to almost the speed Ika can travel at and slam themselves into the ground, exploding. Depending on the success of the one before it, the next one will either do the same thing, or will dive for a injured Ika’s chest with the desire to literally blow the demon in half. No matter the success of the utterly black fireballs, Himersite keeps the Shift Beast running at full speed, not merely to give him extra time in case Ika manages to pull off an attack, but to keep the blood flowing to the legs of the Shift Beast, not its injuries. He finally gives a quick look to his should, seeing that the blood had already stopped flowing. He smiles at this, realizing that one more difficulty has been eliminated, even if it cost him his arm…

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