Face of everything, born from the carnal place.
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For a moment, calm had returned to the Field. The prior battle had completed its course, and the preparations began for one anew.
Probacon now rested within the Room of Healing, being treated of his unhealed injuries as well.
From the seating of the next round, two of the ringleaders of the ongoing inquisition in David and Fighter glared onto the platform with deeply uninspired expressions.
"I'll be getting a quick drink.” David said in a slightly disappointed tone as he arose, while Fighter faced forward with folded arms. "Got it. Grab something for me as well, would you?” "Will do.”
Fighter looked back onto the platform in reminiscence of the stretch of the previous contest.
Djin Pro was defeated…meaning that time draws ever so closer…and still…nothing. He thought with his hands over the lower mask he wore, assessing the current situation with the event and investigations. And if it stays this way any longer…
"What happens to plague your mind at this moment, Sarhun?,” inquired the one at his side, the ascendant Draxo, who had inquired with a look of concern, and had inquired such that Fighter was swiftly returned to reality.
"You do not appear to be so well…"
"Ah. Nothing much. Just noting that this intriguing event will be reaching its close in a matter of rounds…" He replied, looking forward to avert eye contact and intelligently restricting the manner of his thinking in an effort to avoid disclosing much information to anyone, but not completely leave them in the dark such that they ask more questions. "I see. Well, they say all that is good must reach its conclusions. I believe that anecdote applies to this instance as well.”
"Even still…to believe that be the total end of all force around this…is hurriedly too early. There is much yet done…and much thus unearthed. That, you currently must note.”
And after those words from the Pillar, Fighter finally looked towards his side, attempting to decipher the meaning of such a vague statement.
The wheels were once more spun, and with great force and vigor, matching the intensity of those who watched from ayond.
To two tags did it indicate; Noot, and the fallen Celesti codenamed Joker, tall and teal-skinned, with a posture nothing short of noble, possessing white hair tied in a big top bun, silvery irides and a triangular facial structure, and wearing attire typical of his race, though now with a red and brown theme and red shoes.
Greetings were shared between the two.
《Fairy vs Angelic.》
And the match's beginning was signaled, as both began to enact their signature styles.
Whilst Noot possessed the far greater speed, relative to even Probacon’s, he initially acted in retreat, being followed about in stride by the divine servant.
"Aren't you fooling about too much for one of your intellectual stature?,” asked the latter with deep condescension.
Noot just looked at him, unamused by his words. The Celesti are extensively known for their affinity for the Flow of Impulse, easily evading hits from anyone up to even above their range, though those cases are rare.
Just have to deal with that…but I think I can handle it.
Joker spread out his arms wide, and from around him began to appear many objects he could summon using that very ability of his, including varieties of swords, shields, polearms, guns, armor articles, and improbable devices.
But first, he charged at Noot with two spiraling balls of energy, attempting to strike.
Noot leapt over him to elude the attack, and so did their encounter truly commence.
It was one of notable detail, as Noot primarily referred to his speed and his own devices to attack, evading, blocking, and misdirecting Joker at every turn, even occasionally taking away one of the latter’s summoned items for his own use in brilliant displays of outsmarting. But amidst this, the Celesti could resist and adapt, procuring use of vast weapons against his opponent, looking to take him down in an instant.
“My, my, you're definitely very resilient.” The Celesti would comment once.
Both then brought forth a similar weapon, a brown banded scepter with an encircled cross head with a jewel in the middle. “Ragdoll!”
Greatly similar spells were then casted, which both negated each other in an instant.
The battle would rage on nonetheless, one of wits versus tools in a bid to see which had the higher ground over the other, portraying a discrepancy unlike no other.
《Noot's mind proved its grandness, even still…the Celesti's tools posed a real trouble. Twists and turns, and all possibilities at hand. But…》
But after long, and after it seemed as though the contest had greatly dragged out, Noot smirked.
Joker caught onto his expression, feeling slightly unnerved by it.
“Do you know…?” Noot began saying, catching the latter's attention.
“In relation to certain weapons, there always is a caveat?” “Whatever do you mean?”
“It's like with children, manipulatable in nature. Fallible to ailment, And–.”
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As Noot kept rambling, Joker kept watch, but found no intrigue in his antics.
I have little time for this. He attempted summoning yet another weapon, a sword into his hand this time.
But much to his confusion, it did not appear, as though it itself had chosen to act against his command.
“What…is this?” He questioned seriously, while Noot finally returned attention to him. “Should’ve let me finish first. But I digress.”
“My tools were simply a bit of a nanite-based infection I have on hand that spread through the mass of technology you have wherever it is, and use of the previously deduced law behind the All-Tool ability. And right now…”
“I alone hold the keys and cure for your toys.”
Joker’s eyes widened at the intake of those words. He did not previously deem this a likelihood, but that was before now. “You’re bluffing…”
“Oh, am I now?”
Preposterous! Did he do this when he grabbed those devices? Can he use them against me if I do manage to summon them? And also…, thought Joker.
He knew of the law behind an all-power?
Joker then calmed himself, and asked something of the Arct-nix. “...what is it, then?”
“...That the mind truly is a treasure trove.”
Joker chuckled, confirming the truth of his words and the perilousness of the situation for himself.
“So, what now then?”
“That choice is entirely yours…”
Joker sighed, a disappointed one, but one also full of regress and surrender.
“You win. I yield.”
"THE VICTOR: NOOT NOOT!!!" Dgiag would announce, drawing enthralled chers from the masses on the grounds of the battle's entertaining nature, looking forward to the next.
It was a grand, yet unexpected outcome, as the next were Wok and Yurupt.
The two displayed their respects, a martial arts bow from the Sarhun, and a greeting of the Eisendic nobles from Wok.
"BEGIN!!!" Dgiag yelled.
The immediate first action of the bout was Yurupt swiftly placing his hand to his back, seemingly preparing a weapon of choice.
Wok knew of Yurupt’s powers, so he anticipated for the defensive with his own.
"Haa!" Yurupt yelled, then throwing with veracity a stick at Wok.
The stick traveled the short few dozen meters between the duo, ending its journey by striking Wok on the forehead, but barely inconveniencing him.
But those who were inconvenienced were the watchful masses, who were left greatly bamboozled by the display of pure nonsense.
《...What?》
"A stick??,” asked a Wok with a tilted head, unexpectedly appearing to be far more puzzled than irritated.
"Had to calculate the distance with it, you know? And what better way…than a yardstick!" Yurupt said jokingly.
There was a great silence across the Coliseum, though a few chuckles, for the joke was one perceived to be the driest of the driest, lacking in intent and jestful essence.
But a certain being had a grand howl to it. A strange few feet tall strange-looking being, with a purple skin coloration, being single-eyed with a black iris, some of his lower teeth sticking out of his mouth, and wearing a shiny purpur wizard hat and a cosmic purple robe with a cape possessing a collection of star-like dots on it appearing in a constellation pattern on its inside which was generally a very dark blue, with a red belt and sash combination to top it off, cackling much to the irritation of those near him. "Good one, aunii.”
《Jean Just. Yurupt's Sworn Blndr brother. Age 15.》
The reactions were similar in the seating spaces, as even some coughing arose amongst them.
But Wok just simply stared at his opponent, completely without a reaction.
“Gyahahahhahahaha!!!” He began to howl in a highly hysterical manner, tilting slightly backwards.
His reaction duly surprised members of the audience, who even watched him fall onto and roll about the ground.
"Ah! You done killed me! Oh! Bwahahahahaha!!!"
Yurupt smiled and nodded in appreciation for the response.
Meanwhile, a collective facepalm from most of their allies all across The Dome was gathered, unfazed but irritated by the foolish action.
"Ahhh! That was hilarious!" Wok said as he got up. "Really think so?” "Yup-yup!"
The Ghouling looked to his rival, carrying a ready and confident smirk. "I'm gonna enjoy this fight.”
Yurupt himself produced a big grin. "Is that so?”
"Then dodge!!!" He exclaimed, summoning an array of artillery weapons behind himself, especially those of the AK family, as well as large magic wands and rayguns, beginning to shoot both ammunition and magic attacks at Wok.
To defend, Wok activated once again that ability that formed an infinite fractional divergence in space between himself and his assailant, effectively creating an infinite distance that slowed the attacks and prevented them from reaching his end.
He then expelled a strong burst of wind.
Catching draft, it surely became a ginormous cyclone that was infused with Meridian energy, acting as an omnidirectional catapult that sent all the prior attacks away.
It flung Yurupt away and airborne, but the Sarhun was not undone, as a similar divergence ability had been activated, and he looked to the surface below with an excited beaming.
Then he scrunched himself a bit and little by little strained himself in body and in spirit, aiming for one of the famed Sarhun transformations
"Nuh-uh!,” exclaimed Wok,flickering a hand stylishly.
Yurupt's transformation attempt fizzled into unsuccessful reach, leaving the Sarhun with a visible dumbfounding.
He restricted transformations?!, exclaimed Yurupt in his mind, his face molded with shock and upset.
But then a red aura began to form on him, as he smiled with much delight. Very clever!…
《The battle starts now!》
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