Arms of my mind in defense of self.
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The Sarhun Yurupt continued to emit this reddened glow with a gradual rise in intensity, looked towards from below by the Ghouling Ranthee Wok.
He found awe in his rival's power, and gleamed with ecstatic cheer as a result.
The Sarhun, of black spiked hair that stuck far up, shirtless with a white wavy cape and blue scarf belt, grass-colored pants and black boots, and a broken mask hanging on a patch of his hair and with a tail, carried on with the process, grunting heavily as he still strained his figure.
Then, with a relaxation of his body, he completed the charge with a burst of wind, completely giving off the red ardent aura and glow from a shape with slightly greater musculaturity.
He looked down at Wok, confidently smiling at that.
"Pole-boost? You sure didn't use it against the other guys.” Wok said in intrigue, placing his arm slightly outward in preparation for an attack.
"I didn't need it against them,” answered Yurupt confidently with folded arms. "But, you…"
He began darting at extreme speeds at Wok from where he was in the space above. "You're definitely worth the use!"
"Glad to hear!,” remarked a pleased Wok, who had begun performing hand signs.
He concocted a spiral of purple energy, one which rotated with awe-striking synchronicity. And towards Yurupt was it thrown, who himself caught on sharply and steeled his form.
Activating the Unending once more, he prevented the attack's further travel.
"Hey! No move copying!,” yelled an annoyed and childishly unhappy Wok, greatly to Yurupt’s disgruntling. "All-Meridians don't get to decide that! (Toootally unfair.)"
The he moved himself out of the attack's path, letting it travel past him, while also grabbing a fistful of his hair.
He proceeded to pull it out with an aggressive tug, spreading the strands widely before himself.
With a glow, the strands began to shape into lifeforms, taking appearances similar to that of the Sarhun.
"Take this! ~Wukong: Body Out of Body Spell!~" He exclaimed, now possessing weaponry on his arms, being a shield with a ringed pattern of red, blue and white and a star in its center and a Force Ring of an orange shade on the index on his right, and on his left a gauntlet with glowing gems in cavities on its knuckles and the center of the back of the hand. Surrounding him were fully formed duplicates of himself, all red with the Pole-boost flare, some with no weapons, one with mystical bangle ornaments similar to Fighter's, one with a red staff, another with a bright bronze spear wrapped in red material, another with two rayguns, and another with a scythe.
"Whoa!,” exclaimed Wok excitedly. "A Zen Hand complete with the Gems!? The Red Cudgel!? A Lancing Draupnir!!? You're stacked, faw! (Also…Orange?)"
"The perk of the All-Tools, my brother.” Yurupt responded with a jovial grin. "And the Orange is for the big J in Joy in where I'm from."
"Is that so?,” asked Wok, who had now created clones of his own using the very same technique, flaring red with the Pole-boost as well. "Then how 'bout we stage a little contest, eh? All vs All!"
Yurupt grinned, brimming with anticipation.
"Oh yeah!"
The main selves and their respective clones began charging at themselves, as though two battalions on a warfront headed at each other, preparing all their arsenals and all their abilities.
《A chaotic charge with intent to entertain…》
It became a bout reminiscent of a battlefield, brimming with a purely unbridled chaos and battle carnage.
《Wok and Yurupt began their dance of ecstasy, unable to withhold desires of such…》
But all involved were enjoying themselves, reveling in the grit, resolve and playfulness of the contest. Images of Woks and Yurupts fighting themselves were scattered all about, one set of a metalbending Wok and a black-and-white electricity-throwing cudgel-wielding Yurupt, and another of a Wok throwing his mystical axe, which he called the Thunderax Tempesta, which shot in all directions lightning bolts, towards an energy beam coming from a Yurupt, and another of an Aen-wielding, conjuring Wok and a magic-resistant, reality-bypassing Yurupt, and another between a Draupnir-wielding Yurupt using the weapon's duplicative, pnematic, telekinetic and explosive abilities against an evading elastic, hardened and visually augmented Wok double, and another between a Revolt-using Wok beaming light at a maneuvering scythe-carrying Yurupt, et cetera.
《Alas, it was also of tactical discretion. Both had devices in store, looking for the opportunity to put them into play. This was simply an attempt at drawing out their opponent's strengths, and to uncover their greater weaknesses. Actions taken in stride, not to act in an untenable nature. But regardless of its form, it still acted its course. To many, a true battle!》
It was a true and true “battle”, one which provided pleasure to the crowd in seeing such, adding more to the prevalent intensity for them.
David sighed at the sight before him, straight-faced and with little hint of emotion, as it seemed not all were amused by it. "Is this not a tad unnecessary…?"
“I think both thoroughly believe it's the best way they can pull out everything against each other. There an issue?” Fighter stated telepathically.
He happened to move about elsewhere with some other allies, including Noot, Galax, and Hether, preparing to head out to some unknown place.
“I wonder how you can even see all this…” David joked. "I have my secrets, you have yours.”
The prince then noticed something glint on the Sarhun's regular seat. "So I've been told…"
“And besides, there are more pressing matters on hand.” Fighter said, attempting to stress his previous point to the prince he believed extremely stubborn. "And for me, a march to be undergone."
“One that really isn’t necessary…” David responded. “But you know for a fact, I won’t be conforming to any pushback of yours about.” "..."
“There’s a chance there’s more beyond just the halls, rooms and arena. Perhaps a newfound link or lead. And even that paradoxical energy you sense might be traceable to there. So no loose ends should be left in this search in any way.”
“And what Dgiag told me?” “What of it?”
“Even if they are acting in that way, it doesn’t mean we should become more complacent.”
“True…but I want to add to be wary of where you go and who you deal with.” “Hmph. You're telling me that?” “Yes, yes. I apologize…”
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“Anything else?”
“Nay.”
“Alright, till I hear from you next then.” “Understood.”
As the conversation ended, David placed his lower jaw unto a palm, and with a puff sighed exasperatedly whilst also in acceptance at the current proceedings.
The ongoing contest raged on notwithstanding, with the clones still in an intensive battling of themselves, giving their all and pushing to their brinks, brilliant and bedazzling in their manners of combat and tactic, with all forms of attacks and varieties of bodies flying about the landscape of the battleground in all its scope.
Meanwhile, the original two sat in a corner, eating snacks from a paper basket, discussing the battle before them. "The clone of yours with Aen isn't having much luck, baaah,” said Yurupt as he chewed on food to Wok who appeared a bit disillusioned by now, with the Sarhun pointing to one with a laugh. "No fair when your guy redirects it…"
"OH! Faw, check out sword vs scythe over there!" Wok exclaimed with an excited jolt, pointing towards another side. "Aw man. Knew I should've given him another weapon.”
"Aaaaah! Been quite the contest, hasn't it?,” asked Wok, relaxed in manner and stretching his figure. Yurupt on the other hand was just indulged only in his meal. "Yeah…well, shame it's gotta end.”
The Sarhun would leap from his seat. "Hup!"
"Shall we?"
"Why not?" Wok responded nonchalantly, snapping his fingers resoundingly.
All the clones were suddenly removed from the battlefield, leaving behind not a single trace of any of them or their equipment, transforming the once teeming platform into a near-barren desert of its usual form, with the two originals deep in its backdrop.
The act was not without pushback, with many discontented clammers arising all across the Coliseum. "Hey, what happened?" "Where'd all the clones go?" "I still want more action, damn it."
"Well, all's well that ends well,” said Yurupt confidently, hands akimbo and with a gentle presentation. Wok stood up beside him still in his usual uncaring demeanor, scratching the back of his head while yawning.
"Isn't that right…”
"ENLIGHTENED ONE??!!," roared the Sarhun, attempting the club Wok using a technique of Bartistu with a wooden rod created from thin air.
But the stick passed through him, revealing the Ghouling who was there to be nothing more than illusive, leaving Yurupt startled at the existence of the preplanned contingency.
"You really are a sharp one, Arms of Humor.” Wok echoed to Yurupt, staring him down from atop a mountain at the latter’s rear, prompting the Sarhun to turn his neck to see where he was postured..
"You could tell it was an illusion, couldn't you?"
"Couldn't be a hundred and one percent sure…" Yurupt replied as he placed an end of the rod onto the ground, fully turning his body to face Wok and the mountain.
"Ready to truly end the battle, Wokky?"
"How about it, ‘Rupt?"
And then with rapidity both flew at each other from their respective elevations, preparing as well their toolkits to take down the obstacles before each of them in themselves.
In that same moment elsewhere, Probacon, who had just completed his healing process, walked from within the Room of Healing.
Maaan…didn't know my own attacks could cause that much hurt… He thought with a grumpy face, jerking about his shoulder to alleviate pain.
Well, back to the……… At that moment, he would catch sight of the ongoing battle, seeing it from a monitor somewhere in the halls.
He initially stared at it dumbfoundedly, peering his eyes to grasp more what he saw. But then in a moment of eureka, he realized what was occurring, widening his eyes in disbelief.
"I'M MISSING OUT ON THAT FIGHT??!!" He exclaimed as he hurriedly darted down the halls, much to the startling of those he zipped past.
The battle stayed the course with both beings doing all they could in hopes of victory, with Wok directing a flurry of shots of clearly pure Meridian energy towards Yurupt.
Yurupt summoned into his hands a ginormous dual-ended machine gun, firing its rounds towards those shots of energy as a counter. And when each of those bullets made contact with the shots, they became bubbles which encapsulated the energy as they did.
Wok was left glaring at the feat with star-studded eyes.
The bubbles would move towards Yurupt, safely floating far behind him.
And once they had gone far enough, they would all detonate in spectacular fashion, creating a volley of explosive clouds behind the Sarhun.
Turning then to the Zen Hand and Beads, he would release en route to Wok a wave of intense power and verve, one which warped time, and space, and psyche, and soul, and reality to boot, a wave which traveled with a strong resonance in all its light, and all its effects resulting from an individual one of those jewels.
But the Ghouling simply stood in place and took the full brunt of the attack, withstanding all its effects at full force with no recoil to himself whatsoever, much to the gauze of his opponent.
Wok looked up at Yurupt, with a hearty smile on full display.
He then darted at the Sarhun, causing the latter to put up his guard.
In time he reacted to an incoming hand from Wok, grabbing it just as it neared him.
He squinted his eyes, preparing to shoot out a psychokinetic blast at the Ghouling.
"Heh. Already been touched, faw."
The attack that was targeted at Wok then impacted Yurupt with maximum force, stunning the Sarhun and forcing his head to tilt back.
"~WHITE NOISE, SECOND STATUS!!!~" Wok yelled with a pose as a strange green and yellow reptilian Nimbus with a beak suddenly manifested at his side.
No way! Multiple Nimbuses!!?, mentated Yurupt, whose confusion only rose with each moment he had with the Ghouling.
The Nimbus then swung out from its tail a boom onomatopoeia, which with an invisible explosion sent Yurupt flying and tumbling in the other direction.
Wok raced towards him once more, now seeking the final conclusion. Maybe now...
But as he drew nearer, his eyes widened at the sight placed before him.
Yurupt has summoned a sword. White, silver and gold on its hilt, and with a trifurcated blade of similar color with blue lines and a vibrant blue radiance all about it.
"Spathi Olympia…”
"Yup…,” said Yurupt with a more dull face than before, placing the sword before himself vertically, and having one of its edges face himself..
"Haa!" He screamed as he rushed at Wok at at a rate and celerity twice than the latter could traject.
And in an instant, the sword pierced through Wok, emerging out of his rear with a concurrent spillage of blood from that region.
《The blade of the gods sears through.》
As blood began to flow from his mouth, Wok looked forward deadfaced, just like all his previous battle, noting the effects of the blade as it sucked upon his vitality and drew away his All-Meridian and godly essence but for a moment, a testament to its power.
Yurupt looked back soberly, graced with his own battle scars, the most prominent a large one on his forehead from the countered attack. “Do I win…?"
"Eh, guess so…" Wok replied nonchalantly. Been a while since I lost…
Well, a good thing, I suppose.
Meanwhile, Probacon had just gotten into his seating space, staring on as he panted, slightly crouched forward with his two hands on his knees.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE??!!!" He screamed vigorously as just he stood completely upright …
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