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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Sept 24, 2018 10:44:29 GMT -5
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The heart carried the burden of the soul. All of its happiness, sadness, hatred and desires... A heart was weak, easily influenced with its tide turned by a single drop. Amongst the trepidations and sorrows that pained it regularly there was also its joys and strengths. After all none fought harder than the heart, who was easily broken and shattered by the mere idea of loneliness.
The phantoms of one's past always did seem to show up in one's dreams, proving that the heart always waged a war and always remembered when you dare doubted it, or found strength in it.
Can you still hear my voice, even though all of the fighting has stopped? Remember when we ran through the fields of battle, when the world almost came to an end and you had me?
The whispers called to Aldrich. Were he to open his eyes he would find himself consumed by an endless void. At its horizon was a flaming red moon, the tail of a shooting star... it was a meteor, casting across the skies a red tint that could only be recalled in a nightmare, yet the sensation was -- alluring. Because across the endless sea of the void was a path. These stepping stones would cause the shadows to ripple as light cascaded out from any weight pressed upon it. But those cascades quickly faded, leaving behind the reflection of the red moon, falling from the sky.
You remember, though... right? That time, you let us cry... You remember -- right? Don't forget that!
What a strange voice, yet familiar and comforting. At the end of the path was a faint light and that light let up to a stairway of stained glass. Were one to climb its heights, and climb, and climb and climb -- they would come upon a great pillar of glass. Its surface was painted with a scene ripped from his memories:
The glass lay encircled by images of a certain flower. In its center sat the horrifying image of that angry, red meteor and -- upon the foreground was a figure in a dark uniform, on their knees, facing the cursed heavens. Beside that figure was a spear, penetrating a fallen warrior. Upon closer inspection the figure still held the spear in hand, as if he had given up...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 11:41:50 GMT -5
And for you, only you I would give anything, He was falling. Falling. Falling.
Yet, despite his descent down into the great unknown, there was no fear to be had. The black void of vast nothingness which had encompassed him embraced his being like how a mother would welcoming her child home. However, it was lonely... it was cold, dark - yet there was a certain serene gentleness about it, almost as though he could close his eyes once again and sleep for eternity. However, within that vast void of nothing, a voice - not from around him but within spoke to his ears. There was a sense of unfamiliarity to the tone, but one he knew very well. It almost felt as though he'd known that peculiar voice for all his life....
But who?
".... Who are you?"
As his eyes opened to the darkness of space, his body positioned itself upright as he beheld upon the horrific scene that was all too familiar to him. Beyond the horizon, he saw a trail of blazing fire - casting the skies ablaze in its inferno. He remembered the terrifying scene all too well. Even so, there was something alluring about a fire, for it held the hands of creation, as well as destruction in its equal hands. It'd been like that ever since the days the humans first stepped onto the good earth. It was a primal relationship that the two had, one which could never be severed and torn apart. Whether one knew it or not, it was natural for a human to be attracted to the flames, much war.
Throughout human history, wars always had a prevalent part in their making. They grew with it, they thrived from it.
Aldrich, by all means, was of no exception to this. The flames naturally called him, like how he naturally seemed to be attracted conflict through all the days that he'd lived. With each step he took felt heavy, exhausting, causing ripples of light within the vastness of black space which surrounded him. It seemed to go on forever, yet there was no choice than to keep going, but at its summit, he saw a great light, a stained glass with a haunting imagery that probed into the deepest part of his memories. Once again, the fear of that day had taken hold of his heart. Her face, so full of love, not a single shred of resentment held onto it, the way she caressed his cheeks with her bloodied hands, and her voice, a fierce wish for him to keep living echoed inside of him for all eternity.
There was always a part of him that wished that somewhere within her, she'd hate him to a degree instead of looking at him with the way she did. He wanted to be punished - yet she chose to love him like her own.
You remember, though... right? That time, you let us cry... You remember -- right? Don't forget that!
There was no way that he could forget.
He still remembered those words. How she'd forgiven him a long time ago. His chest hurt, it hurt so much that he clenched his hand into it as he felt something hot welling up within his eyes. Aldrich tried to hold it back, but it fell. One by one. His voice cracked and strained against the outpour of emotions he kept so well in check after all these years. To see her again, her peaceful expression so vividly crafted against the glass caused a mix of feelings to surge forth through him. He didn't know what to do, he felt lost, like a child.
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Sept 24, 2018 12:26:54 GMT -5
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Senseless.
Senseless violence for senseless reasons and yet still one fought because living was a helluva lot better than dying, consumed by flames. As the moon fell the shallow horizon of red was consumed by dark flames, tinged by a crimson halo. The pillar was surrounded and yet there was no heat... but in the back of one's mind the deep rooted instinct to escape, to fight jarred one's senses as the mind yelled run and the heart called for them to listen.
A platform rose from a tongue of dark fire that licked across the stained glass, ripping a scar across the red star... Upon this platform sat three pedestals. On each was a symbol of Aldrich's choices. But how laughable because there was no choice when it came to destiny. After all destiny was naught but a straight path one rode all the way to the end. Nothing Aldrich did would have stopped the war and there was nothing he could have done would have saved her... That was the one piece of comfort his heart could afford him. But ...
You aren't weak, I was...
The voice begged for forgiveness.
On the pedestals sat three objects. A shield. It was the kind heroes used in stories to fight off the flaming breath of a dragon. The staff... it's what one used to summon hellfire upon one's enemies... And than, there was the sword. Forged in fire. Under the guidance of a smith it was shaped and forged into a weapon.
But you're more than a weapon Aldrich, remember: it's okay to cry.
Once chosen, the path to his Destiny would open. A stairway into the heavens, stained red by the dying star. Up there was his fate....
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 13:14:07 GMT -5
And for you, only you I would give anything, "W-what the...."
If it wasn't his own will that stopped the tears flowing any more from his eyes, then it was the image of the great red moon crashing down onto the earth, lighting up the blackness all around him in all-consuming hellpyre. Instinctively, he got up to run, but... there was no heat radiating from the great maws of infernos that threatened to swallow his being whole into its ever gluttonous existence hungrily eating the life itself around it.
Yet, despite the great fire threatening to crash down upon him, he stood his ground against the great forces that seemed to want to take him. It wasn't just his own will that commanded him to stand before this hellish scenery, but his own heart as well. As the dark fire threatened to lick against his skin, his eyes beheld upon a set of three great pedestals erected tall before him.
On each of these were weapons ready to be used for war. Each of them called out to his soul, each of them almost screaming at him to take it into his hands, for they belonged to none other. The tools before him were all crafted well on their own right. It was as though they were all preserved, cultivated and cared for just for this particular day. However, Aldrich knew in his heart he could only take one. But for what reason? Would he be plunged into another battle once again? The answer was obvious. He was a SOLDIER, after all.
Before him was a sword, born from fire and tested in battle made to rend enemies like none other. A symbol of a warrior and bravery. Its swing could bring kingdoms and nations to its knees.
Before him was a staff, seemingly weak and made of hardwood, but carrying the great knowledge of the ancients. A symbol of wisdom and responsibility.
Before him was a shield, a wooden shield reinforced by steel braces against its edges, strong and durable. A symbol of a bastion and stoic stewardship.
But you're more than a weapon Aldrich, remember: it's okay to cry.
Aldrich closed his eyes. His heart already knew the answer the moment his eyes took in the scenery, and with his outstretched hand, he took the sword into his hands. In his hands, the blade - despite its stains still seemed to yet shine in its pristine silver glow as if to ward off the darkness with its all-rending edge. Then, the sword began to take on a drastic transformation. It twisted and deformed into a weapon he was always so familiar with, and never left his side:
A spear.
"... The reason why I wielded my spear that time was out of necessity. I don't need it anymore." Aldrich took a step back from it, knocking the weapon out from the air, "The battles are over. There is no need for it! Take it back!" Leaving a trace for love to find a way, |
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Sept 26, 2018 8:25:13 GMT -5
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The fighting isn't over, yet. There are still others that need to be saved. Aldrich -- I-I'm sorry.
As if to punctuate the voice's words of apology a crashing sound erupted from sea of shadows. The flickering flames that roared across the landscape were cut twain. What little light filled the area were snuffed out, section by section. It was not until a massive blade of darkness fell upon the pedestals and shattered them, sundering the remaining artifacts. The shield was bend in, crumpled as uselessly as paper. The staff had been violently cleaved. The figure stood in the flames, the shadow without detail under the dancing, red tongues of cold fire. Eyes of gold shone from it, a mouth parting, like that of a wailing spirit -- but it was silent. Taking its massive sword in both hands it would rip it from the stone altar and raise it once more.
The glass around where it landed was shattered, cracking beneath Aldrich's feet. The blade would swipe across the air, blowing out the remaining flames and plunging the boy into utter darkness. The figure was invisible in the shadows, but in the distance the one light remained -- the stairway to the unknown heaven. If Aldrich could make it there he stood a chance!
But were he to climb the steps he would find, whatever it was chasing him, was powerful as every step it made, crushed the glass beneath its weight. The top of the second station had a new scene. This one of that same soldier, wielding a spear, but instead of being posed upon their knees they stood ready to fight. On the spear a shapeless dragon coiled, its jaws poised against whatever enemy the soldier faced. From its jaws spewed a darkness that had forced its opponent, a shapeless, figure of shadow, down to its knees.
Step, crack, pat, crunch.
Closer and closer the creature came, these dark yellow eyes vanishing in the darkness occasionally, making it seem to move faster and faster! There was no way Aldrich could stand victory in the Darkness! He had to make his choice: face it with the Light at his back, or the Darkness surrounding his whole...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2018 15:15:52 GMT -5
And for you, only you I would give anything, More people? What did the voice mean when it said there were more people that needed to be saved? Before Aldrich was able to find it in himself to ask any more questions, the sound of great waves crashing echoed throughout the infinite reaches of the darkness that was stretched as far as his eyes could see. The amount of force generated by such shockwave was more than enough to knock the former SOLDIER on his behind as the flames were snuffed out like the candles against the mighty wind.
"Kuh-"
Then, from the skies, massive blades of darkness fell, crushing each of the pedestals with little means of resistance as Aldrich attempted to pick himself back up. The relics that once shone like flawless gemstones within the blackness were brutally torn asunder, rendered useless. Each of the greatswords that seemed to be made from pure darkness which it'd come from sent feelings of nothing but menace and absolute dread down his spine. Whatever it was that'd caused this, he knew it was not there to talk or try to offer him any sort of consolation like the voice within him. It was something else. It was something foreign, primal - older than the life itself that which had taken shape from in his presence before this strange place.
It wasn't long before noticing that each of these blades looked like the swords used by an executioner. The blades were about as wide as a man's hand, standing as tall, if not taller than he was - it was a perfect tool to be utilized by the one who'd pass the sentence of death. Then, from the rose glass panes, a figure materialized within last remnants of the embers that refused to die. It was formless, shapeless and ever-shifting until it slowly rose, taking a fake form of a human with a glowing pair of golden amber eyes that seemed to pierce into his soul. It spoke quiet malice, venom, and hatred for him as its non-existential face began to split open, revealing a wide mouth that creased into a silent wail that'd never cease.
Don't be afraid.
Something within Aldrich told him as he sprawled to the spear he'd once cast aside, pointing the weapon at the creature armed with a weapon of its own. Noticing this, the abominable humanoid swung its weapon against the air, snuffing out whatever light that the surroundings emanated with ease, hiding its form. It knew he wouldn't be able to see it, but it would be able to see him within the pitch black that encompassed them both. The moment he blinked, the golden hatred disappeared, only to reappear somewhere else. Did it teleport, or did it simply move THAT quickly?
Whatever it was, there was no chance he'd be able to beat it like this.
Aldrich ran, as fast as his two legs could take him up the glass stairs that led him to a more well-lit area, similar to the one that he was in earlier. This time, the stained glass depicted of a different imagery, but instead of focusing on the art beneath him, the SOLDIER's eyes were fixated towards the lumbering creature that was following him. It almost seemed autonomous, and it certainly wasn't going to stop until either of them was dead. However, that didn't mean he was going to give that thing a fair chance to fight him to begin with. As it continued to move up the stairs, and Aldrich positioned himself above its movements with his spear pointing at its length down at its vitals as he took on 'Skirmisher Stance'.
He took the high ground.
"Let's see how you like this."
A thrust was sent at its vital, then it was quickly reeled back before it plunged towards another, and it was repeated to a point that the spears seemed to multiply many times over before the creature's eyes.
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[1] Aldrich moves and positions himself on a higher ground.
[2] Skirmisher Stance taken, 3 post cd remaining
[3] 5.56 Steel Rain used, 4 post cd remaining
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Sept 27, 2018 15:31:16 GMT -5
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Aldrich took off running as the creature of shadows loped after him. It wasn't hard for the menace to stalk Aldrich through the shadows. It was its natural habitat, after all. As he pushed through the darkness it would almost feel as if weights were pulling down on him and attempted to pull him back into the darkness. Once he had stepped into the Light, though, the shackles seemingly shattered and set him free! It was now Aldrich had to steel his resolve. He would either stand and fight or continue running for on this platform there seemed to be only one way out: either into the waiting blade of the shadow creature, or the distant edge and risk the darkness once more.
Chnk, chnk, chnk
The tap of its feet sounded on the ground, crushing the glass under the pressure of its weight. It rose the steps and stepped into the light. A heavy foot, curled and twisted, touched onto the platform, followed by a massive form that stood near ten feet high. Wide shoulders were decorated with metal pauldrons, a tabard over its chest waving the insignia of an unknown allegiance. Atop its head a purple cap and shining, gold eyes peering from behind the collar of a uniform. The heavy metal bade was slung over its shoulder and its large hands: tipped with ominous, red claws. It let out a groaning roar, jaws parting like the yawning maw of a dragon. In its mouth was a void, flames licking at the back of its throat. When Aldrich thrust his powerful spear the creature shifted to raise its sword and slam it down in front of it, piercing the ground. Now acting as a shield the spearhead would find itself meeting metal with a cacophonous clash!
The Legacy was no easy opponent and standing so close Aldrich may find himself cleaved... It pulled the blade from the ground and held out its hand summoning four Soldier Heartless from the darkness. The clattering knights stood at attention before they threw themselves toward he spearman. Legacy itself marched forward at a snail's pace in the light, but it made it no less fearsome. It would grab onto its blade with both hands and cut across the air sending a violent wind across the surface of the pedestal which was designed push Aldrich and the four Soldiers back as if they were naught but insects. It bent its knees, holding the blade over its shoulder again. With a great leap Legacy would jump into the air. Blade in both hands again it would come rocketing down toward the center of the platform like a dragoon having taken to the heavens. When it landed, uncaring of Aldrich or its own lackeys moved: it would land with enough, thundering force to pierce the glass. Where its blade landed cracks formed and began to tear out through the round arena, shattering it into islands, much of it falling into the abyss below. With its arena set Legacy drew its blade and took a familiar stance... With blade in both its hands it stood with its legs apart at shoulder length: ready to fight.
Legacy [hp=10/10]
Soldier A [hp=2/4]
Soldier B [hp=2/4]
Soldier C [hp=2/4]
Soldier D [hp=2/4]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2018 21:28:02 GMT -5
And for you, only you I would give anything, The creature was more intelligent than Aldrich had initially anticipated. As his spear thrusts were parried against its peculiar steel that normally would have shattered from his strength, his eyes beheld upon new creatures rising from the ground. Just what sort of magic was this? The dark creatures that stood before him were far smaller in size in comparison to the one behind it, but held the numbers. Even with a longer reach with his weapon, it wouldn't be long before he'd soon be forced and pushed back. He wasn't going to win in a battle of attrition like this, and they certainly didn't seem too keen on surrendering any time soon.
As the creatures approached, Aldrich found himself being pushed back by a violent gust of wind pushing against his body. It felt like he was hit with a truck, smashing against the entirety of his being at full force. He didn't even see the attack coming until the very last second with the creatures lunging at him to block his vision.
What crazy strength, what the hell is that thing anyway? Aldrich thought, whilst putting all the focus he had in not blacking out. His vision went white momentarily with pain as he was thrown back against the glass floor. The agony wrecked havoc across his body, but he was still alive - and his enemies, they too were thrown back by an immense force generated from the creature's sword. He had to get up, his enemies would not wait for him to recover, even if the pain was great. If it weren't for Himari's trainings and his time as a SOLDIER, he imagined he would have been knocked out by now - or worse. But where was that thing? The creature he saw earlier? He imagined that it would have been in front of him by now unless...
"From above?!"
The growing shadow beneath Aldrich alerted him. He hopped to the side, rolled and quickly got back up at the very last moment before the creature managed to crush him beneath its legs. However, its strength was more than enough to shatter the glass arena to tiny fragments and make it fall into the hungry abyss below. The former SOLDIER was well aware of what it was doing. It probably knew it had a disadvantage with its sword against the reach of his spear, so it was trying to force him into a close combat by making the arena around them smaller. Yet, there was another problem: The shadowy creatures that were summoned were still alive and, making this bout far more troublesome with their annoying presence alone.
"Sheesh, I really am unlucky, aren't I?"
As Aldrich regained his composure with his spear, he began to think how Fubuki was doing back at Wutai. She was probably studying medicine, and probably would laugh at a sorry state that he was in. What about his parents? They were probably worried sick back at home with the lack of letters being sent to them. He always worried them with the job he had. Perhaps he ought to send them a postcard from Costa De Sol to show that he was okay. Honestly, What the hell was he even doing here anyway? Why was he called to this place? How did he even get here? He promised himself not to hold his spear, yet here he was, holding it - fighting with it again.
No, there was no need for such thoughts. The remembrance of a home was but a distraction. All he had to focus on was swinging his spear, and they were his enemies.
It was that simple.
On the battlefield, there was no need to think.
Once more, taking a stance with his weapon, Aldrich lept forth at inhuman speeds much like that of a wolf hunting for its prey. The first enemy in his sight was the smaller creature, and shortening the grip of his spear by moving his hand closer towards the blade, he gave quick thrust with the blade towards its' exposed abdomen. If the assault was successful, he would spin, raise the spear and slam it down on top of another creature's head.
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[1] Aldrich dodges and regains his composure
[2] He thrusts his spear as he charges in
[3] If the attack is successful, he slams the impaled heartless soldier on top of another heartless soldier
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Oct 1, 2018 8:37:09 GMT -5
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It wasn't so much a challenge of the body as it was the heart. It was difficult to differentiate the two as sometimes the sensations overlapped. With every swing the Legacy made it was like one's body being rattled around in a snowglobe, for the entertainment of the onlooker, but as each step was taken against the beings of shadow ever more power filled Aldrich. It was not adrenaline, nor was it the spirit of a warrior: but courage of the heart. A fine line between the Darkness unknown and the Light of the horizon.
The field now a catalyst for Legacy's victory it would not cease its charges even as its own minions would take the battlefield, but fodder for his enemies so he could swoop in close. While there seemed a measure of premeditation on the part of the Legacy creating more chaos to sow the seeds of its victory seemed about all it was capable of. Its movements were erradic, and difficult to counter, yet it had a determination somewhere deep in its soulless eyes. When Aldrish rid himself of one of the Soldiers with a piercing strike Legacy would charge, swinging the massive blade down from over its head in a cleave. It was powerful, but hardly speedy.
With that the three remaining soldiers had jumped back, fidgety and twitchy at the aggression from either form. They looked to each other before resolving to throw themselves into the fray!
There would be a moment for Aldrich as the Legacy needed to reset its position, the blade a deadly sheet of steel, but cumbersome nevertheless. Raising its body it would rest the weapon on its shoulder once again to look about for its prey. It inhaled deeply, uniform bloating as hot air surrounded it. it looked to the ground and exhaled a glaring fire that filled the cracks in the arena, narrowing the gaps between them for but a moment. When the fire died down Legacy was on the attack once more.
Aldrich -- remember me!
A voice pounded in his chest. Had he really forgotten, in all this time, about it? That voice always leading him forward, or urging him to cry... Had he forgotten his heart?
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Soldier A: [hp=0/4]
Soldier B: [hp=2/4]
Soldier C: [hp=2/4]
Soldier D: [hp=2/4]
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And for you, only you I would give anything, The steel fang met its mark, but the feeling of running his spear into this particular shadowy opponent felt less than satisfying. When his spear sliced into its peculiar body, it had no real clear indication as to whether he'd wounded it or not. It felt like... he was fighting air, or perhaps a shadow itself. There was no real resistance to its body to speak of, but it was certainly a solid the moment he'd hit it, nonetheless. However, it vanished, and that was a clear indication that they CAN die. They CAN be defeated, despite their erratic, strange appearances. With this newfound knowledge, Aldrich quickly took up his guard with his spear once more as he braced himself for an attack by the larger one amongst them finally made its move.
A big, powerful swing. Deceptively slow, but with all the strength that it had packed into its blow, Aldrich knew that getting hit by it would certainly spell his end. However, there was no time to dodge, and at the very last second, the former SOLDIER was able to bring up the spear, effectively blocking the attack as his elbows creaked in protest against the creature's mighty force.
The former SOLDIER grit his teeth, letting out a grunt as its attack threatened to crush him. In hopes of breaking the deadly stalemate between them, the spearman quickly angled his weapon so that the weapon would slide downwards, and with a swift kick against its arm, he was able to create a space between them to gain some distance for a counterattack. Unfortunately, the shadowy creature was no fool and it quickly backed off before charging in once more, closing the gap between them seemingly at a blink of an eye.
Its minions, in a single joint effort, charged in. However, even as the shadows threatened to overtake him in numbers, a certain voice cried out from within him. It wasn't feeble as before, nor was it apologetic, but commanding, resounding in within his heart, roaring inside him like fire, ever growing and spreading further throughout his body.
How could he possibly forget that voice? The warmth surrounded his hand, almost as if it were guiding his spear to a downward point as its razor tip sang deathly hymns. He wasn't alone, at least - that was how it felt. It almost felt as though all this time, something, or someone else had been fighting beside him, and he'd never noticed it. This feeling alone filled him with more courage than he could possibly muster as he stepped forward.
"MAGNUM!"
First step!
He was like the wind, with his spear outstretched forward, he sprang into motion with unprecedented speeds towards the larger foe with an intent to pierce through it. Whether it succeeded or not, Aldrich gave no rest for his foe as he sprang forth once again towards his enemy's exposed rear.
Second step!
Aldrich turned, with spear poised to attack once more with an attack stronger and faster than the last.
Third step!
He turned again.
Fourth step!
Again.
Fifth step!
And again.
Sixth step!
Aldrich swung his spear downwards, almost as to clean the blood off of his spear even if there really wasn't any, to begin with. Then, as the spearman turned his attention back towards the creatures, he motioned them to come forth with his hand.
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[1] Aldrich blocks the attack from Legacy and angles the spear downward to let the sword slide off from him using its own strength against it.
[2] Taking this chance, he kicks the Legacy's sword arm and pushes himself back to gain distance.
[3] He uses .357 Magnum Step [All six steps used, now under 4 post cooldown]
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Oct 3, 2018 19:33:43 GMT -5
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The flames that filled the arena, erupting through the cracks in the ground below. This caused the light to dance, the crimson horizon now actively flickering with the bounty of life despite the reality at present. In truth all around one would find nothing. No life. No stars. No worlds above. The abyss had swelled with a crescendo of movement, the waltzing flames glittered as they began to carry into the skies before they would fall and rain into the sea shadows, transcending the imagination of the mortal heart. The peace was ruptured by the frantic and wild actions of the Heartless and their presence had taken what could have been a serene and beautiful world and perverted it.
A dance unlike any other, a dance to the death!
Drifting shadows, rolling blades, spinning eyes of gold! Pushing, cracking, thumping, clashing the sound of battle filled the air like a billowing orchestra of storms filling the sky naught with the life giving rains of morrow but the hellfires of yesteryore! Now that the beasts showed they have vulnerability it did not take for Aldrich to regain his waning determination to face his enemies. The roar of his spirit, his heart, had come to the forefront. Without his intimidation Legacy had lost its edge against the boy. The slash was deflected, causing the wicked shadow to stagger. Its soldiers were unable to catch Aldrich as he charged the Legacy, no longer weighed down by the burden of doubt.
Each of his steps were met with Legacy's missteps. The thrusting spear would meet against its free arm, attempting to defend each strike, but soon it was unable to keep up with the warrior, leaving the head of the spear to slash into its more vulnerable chest. The brutish Emblem Heartless hadn't the speed nor agility to dodge the vicious, continuous strikes from the soldier. It wasn't until the Heartless was backed toward one of the very ledges of fire it had made did it stop, the final step meeting its mark in the center of its symbol. The heavy blade clattered to the floor. The soldiers jumped back, their helms rattling in fear and worry. They looked to Legacy who had parted its mouth, drawing into it all of the fire it had set out. Its body took a red hue and when it snapped its jaws shut steam started to hiss from the collar of its uniform. Wiggling its fingers steam would also kiss from them with every shifting motion. It would clap its hands together, the sound of sizzling rolling from the clasped palms began to whistle, like an overheated kettle.
Roaring out they raised their hands over his head and swung their fists down atop of Aldrich.
M E T E O R S T R I K E
Powerful.
It was the only way to describe the energy that was leaving the Heartless. Its own soldiers were turned to s,older, sacrificed for its power as with the four defeated, it gained their power. More, more. The energy pushed out. The ground beneath shattered more, the reaches of the cracks webbing out in a pattern, making it soft and easily caving in with each step.
Aldrich, strike them now!
In this position the Heartless had lowered his head, the cap sliding off to reveal the steaming vent atop its head, from whence the whistling came from. The berserking Legacy was at its limit!
Legacy [hp=2/10]
Soldier A: [hp=0/4]
Soldier B: [hp=0/4]
Soldier C: [hp=0/4]
Soldier D: [hp=0/4]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2018 22:42:33 GMT -5
And for you, only you I would give anything, Against his spear, the strange predatory creatures began to wane and hesitate for they realized that he would not be an easy prey as they'd once thought. If they were no longer be doing the attacking, then it would be him, who was now the hunter be on the assault. The tables have turned against them, but unlike the smaller shadows, the larger one among them wasn't quite ready to give up just yet. Before his eyes, Aldrich managed to behold upon a drastic transformation as the warrior began to take all the flames it had poured forth into itself. Whatever it was doing, it became clear to the former SOLDIER that it was about to unleash some sort of an explosive attack.
I've gotta stop it!
Aldrich attempted to lunge himself over to the creature, but not before the monstrosity put both of its hands together and rammed its fists down upon him. The force sent the spearman hammering down onto the ground and be blown backward by a catastrophic explosion that would turn the entire arena into what seemed to be a great firestorm. He could feel the flames mercilessly licking against his skin as his body was sent flung back like a ragdoll, only for him to stop himself abruptly from falling off by digging his own spear to the ground.
Shakily, the male stood back up on his feet, using his weapon as a support just to stand. His enemy was preparing itself for something big, he could tell - and it was going to be far more destructive than the explosion that he had witnessed. Once again, with the familiar voice within him urging him forward, Aldrich managed to muster up the remaining strength within his body for one last charge. Even as the all-purging hellpyre's touch threatened to burn away at him, the spearman soldiered on through the scorching, hellish heat.
He wasn't thinking.
Every single fiber within his body seemed to scream against him in protest each time he forced one of his legs forward. Smoke filled his lungs, his eyes felt hot and it felt as though his entire face had caught on fire. It was a struggle just to take a breath, but he knew that both his mind and body would simply fail if he stopped here. The instant walls of great, roaring inferno appeared to hinder his path, Aldrich jumped, sidestepped and vaulted over each and every one. Yet, despite his ragged breathing, the warrior forged himself onward with his spear tightly clutched in his hand in a deathly grasp.
"Hah - kuh!"
The moment Aldrich neared his target, another wall of flames roared upward to block his path forward. Putting the last remaining of his strength within his legs, the male leapt high into the air into the skies stained in bloody crimson, but soon, the former SOLDIER was sent plunging downwards. The spear itself was the guillotine, its silver sheen becoming like a glint of a star within the midst of the red darkness that encompassed the area. If the spear was the creature's guillotine, then Aldrich was the executioner.
"It's over."
Aldrich spun, and with his spear, he swung it over to the creature's head in a savage attempt to separate it from its body.
---- Actions ----
[1] Aldrich tries to attack the creature before it attacks him, but fails to do so, resulting him in being sent flying backward.
[2] However, he catches himself from falling off the arena by digging his spear into the ground.
[3] He charges and attacks the creature from above to decapitate it.
---- Ability Cooldowns ----
[1] Skirmisher [0 post cooldown remaining, stance change ready]
[2] 5.56 Steel Rain [1 post cooldown remaining]
[3] .357 Magnum Step [3 post cooldown remaining] Leaving a trace for love to find a way, |
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Oct 6, 2018 14:10:42 GMT -5
| | The warrior had one chance to hit his mark. The Legacy stood with his fists on the ground, the surface all around annihilated of any measurable beauty. Darkness had begun to raise up from the cracks, steam billowing from his form as the exertion of Meteor Strike would take him a considerable amount of time to recover from. His hands touched to the ground as he made move to push himself up. It was than that Aldrich made his choice to act. It's now or never Aldrich!
His spear radiated with a divine light, taking onto itself a new form before the weapon hit its mark with a sickening thunk. Legacy stilled, the sensation of a solid body at the end of the spear, while not unfamiliar, wholly unlike anything one could have ever prepared for. His body began to twitch and it would start to fade, the hat fluttering down from the head, it no longer had.... Its bellowing cry echoed across the landscape, dissipating its form entirely as well as that of the Soldiers at his command. The light that had engulfed his spear, changing its form, would disperse and with it the spear would shrink down to an ordinary pike. Beneath his feet the stained glass surface began to repair itself and in its place was a new image. It was that of Aldrich himself wielding that very majestic, spear-shaped weapon. he was stood proudly in its center with the depiction of a flame over his heart. Behind him was a deep, blue sky and ribbons of blue wrapping around the ground below.As the scene stitched itself to the surface the darkness would continue to fall inward.Don't worry... it's time to wake up now. You did good. Thank you for remembering me...Your heart... you remembered.
Come next you open your eyes you would be in bed, a sensation pushing through your weapon hand. As if to assure you it was more than a dream, a blue ribbon would flutter about on the outside of your window, likely to have falling from someone's clothesline... It was, all just a dream, right?
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