Damp blue petals fleeing in the reverberating breeze.
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"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!!! THIS BATTLE'S VICTOR IS….YURUPT!!!,” announced Dgiag, echoing it through the Field’s vastness, amidst the continuing floatation of Yurupt and at great heights, and with the mighty Spathi Olympia still pierced through the Ghouling’s abdomen.
The blade’s blue aura flared, covered with the flowing blood at the point of exit from Wok’s body, and marked with some bloodstains going closer to its tip.
With the two’s eyes still fixed on one another, they remained yet unsure of the proceedings from that moment, and in their minds kept high alert nonetheless.
"That….you're going to pull it out, right?,” questioned Wok, deadfaced and intently of a variety of reasons with the primary aim of easing the tensions. Yurupt would respond with an initial nothing, keeping his face as still as before.
Suddenly, his cheeks swelled with air, and his face puffed in self-restraint.
But he could not hold himself for long, releasing a great exhale of thundering laughter afterwards.
"You're saying it with such a face like that?" He asked, laughing greatly such that he teared up alongside it.
Wok however had no reaction to his outburst, keeping the same face, demeanor, and even semblance, and shifting not his attention from the wistful Sarhun.
Then, Yurupt sensed something off. He saw it, the vast difference in the current mentations of the one who was before him. And his face dulled to one more stern, coming to the strong realization of a matter of fact; that the one before him had become of enigmatic essence.
He pulled the sword out with slow grace, avoiding any errors or irregularities.
And in completing the task, placed the blade of the sword onto his left shoulder, and awaited in patience a response from Wok.
"Hm. Danke, faw.” Wok responded calmly, smiling in gratitude at the enactment of his request.
Yurupt could not hide the unease and confusion he felt from that display, staring only in confusion at the individual before him, trying to make sense of what he saw and felt.
But eventually he would conclude in his mind that this was a mystery to be solved down the line, and smiled in satisfaction.
Both turned to the projection, witnessing crowds cheering in favor even more mightily than waves of a blue sea, and Probacon slamming his head violently against the glass in frustration, much to the dismay of fellow combatants, and David simply giving an approving nod of his own.
And as so the dyad smiled back, happy for the regard their contest was carried, and satisfied in all they did during that period.
There would be little delay in the progression of things, as the next bout was called for, coming to fruition of a rapid start. A battle of dexterous combat, and great mentality, and unnatural capability it was.
《As more time went on, so did more hands collide, and more tremoring occured, and more of the “supernatural” was center stage. Energies flowed through, with clashes and fuses of violent reform, fueled by flaring flames and unquenchable thirsts.》
The general truth now was that the newer contests showed off the variety in the hands of the contenders even more so than all previous encounters, for the demand of quality rose and rose as each round went by. And this one was no different, as all means, all plays, and even a more unique means to find triumph was utilized. And in the end, Drachi found victory over Nite.
《And as it carried on, more to the brink did it push its passengers. Causing their striving to go oh so deeper than they had dreamed, and bringing from within them fury and resilience, born from a clash of contrasting figures and minds. And concluding with a greatly unorthodox victory.》
All the while, the aforementioned group led by Noot and Fighter would make their way towards a certain part of the Coliseum, at the time passing through halls of length and curvature, marred with brownish gold, silver and sand lines, with arched mirrors filling them, they kept on their journey, one appearing with no proper destination, if any.
Stolen story; please report.
Eventually, they would come to a stop, halted by something before them.
That, which was a large arch door hole complete with rectangular slabs arranged on its outer side, and presented with an alluring beauty. That, which stood before the quartet.
They all looked to each other, sharing glances of a shared rationale.
Noot stepped forward, extending his arm forward.
His palm was then pressed into the hole, and onto a barrier placed there, closing his eyes in a meditative state, being like that for a while.
Then he opened them, revealing them to flow with processive code and information, born of his begotten understanding from his mind and knowledge, and nature as a nix.
He turned to Fighter, swinging forward the conjoined index and middle fingers of his right hand as a sign of sorts. To which Fighter responded to with a single, understanding nod.
The Sarhun beckoned to the others to take a step back, as Noot pulled out his Polyphaser.
He pushed down the button atop it, sending out a strong but subtle resonance.
Suddenly, the barrier that took up the space of the hole dissipated, allowing for free passage of the group.
And much to their surprise, the hole was completely capable of accommodating four entities at a time.
"So…who's our guy?,” asked Galax as he followed the rest through the hole. "Yu Shinigami,” imparted Fighter as he faced and adjusted his gloves in the midst of that. "Got a likely description from Probacon who said he probably met him here before."
"We should spot something soon enough.” Noot said. But Hether was quick to point to something of interest which was elsewhere.. "Found!"
"Easy now…,” said Shinigami, sited at the location Hether had noted, his jet-black hair still a bumbling, uncombed mess with goggles atop, and unchanged in his attire, nor his task of transporting piles of documents.
Just as before, he began to lose balance, and it seemed he and the articles would fall undistinguished.
But just in time, Fighter swooped in to help, preventing him from losing that balance, and holding steady that pile, an act which caught Shinigami by surprise.
"You alright?" The Sarhun asked, receiving a rather unenthusiastic reply at first "Uhh…yeah. Thanks…"
"Hey…wait…"
"THE WYNN FIGHTER?! ARTIKAS?!" He squealed, akin to the manner of an extreme fanatic. But he had taken no note of either Hether or Galax, and that seemed displeasing to them. "We're here too…”
"You two were incredible in your battles. I'm honored.”
"Appeased. But…no time for pleasantries at the moment.” Noot stated. "Hm? Why so?"
Fighter placed his hand on the youthful man's shoulder, initially startling him.
"You…are from the Indiehdt Universe, no?"
"Umm…yeah? Sort of…" Shinigami confirmed with a nervous smile, due to his unawareness to their intent or presentation here, beginning even to question their presence at that place at that time.
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The group had moved to a grand room, one brimming with corporate desks and chairs, an advanced and complex belt system, and loads of documents, paper and packages, with a very steampunkish and “ascendant” aesthetic to itself.
"So…there's trouble afoot?" Shinigami asked with more retractive expressions, answered by Hether. "Yeah. I and another one of our allies was attacked by a Halva-rui, native to only your multiverse.”
"Ahhh…there's always that one issue at this time…”
"You've been here before?" Galax asked with a raised brow, perplexed by his statement. "Well, this realm is only properly in action when an event like this happens, and I'm intertwined with its ‘code’ so…"
"Wait…so you're…" Hether asked with a gasp in disbelief of this information. "Eh…it's complicated.”
"This is no time for chit-chat.” Noot told them. "Right! Halva-rui, from my semi-demi-home universe.”
Working as a unit, they began scouring the room, searching for the different possibilities, the different evidences.
"GUYS!!!" A sudden shout came from Noot, drawing the attention of everyone.
"What is it…?,” asked Hether as they walked towards him. "Certainly not a Halva-rui..."
Opening their eyes in shock and disbelief, and Hether covering her mouth with both hands and Galax and Shinigami with their jaws completely dropped, they looked to the thing in question as those three slightly retracted themselves.
Fighter simply looked down with an unsurprised but unexpecting peer, miniscule amounts of vapor exuding from his mask.
A red glow promulgated from around them, from a form of something…
《Something strange. Something…sinister.》
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