> Strength unforeseen, flickering in the winds of time.
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As an intense battle ran within the Field, with the Prince of Primus contesting the God of All Symbiotes, yet another clash of colluding forearms with a pulsing force ensued between them.
At that time, Noot and Fighter kept a watchful eye on the duel, warily speaking through thought based on Noot's own superior psionic power, and Fighter's caution around certain others. I think it's best if we talk telepathically, so as to avoid unwanted interference…
Hmm. We're still vulnerable to mind reading, but this will do for now.
And now to the final conclusion to the main culprit… Fighter asked, turning to Noot and awaiting his answer with a lingering look.
With near-inconceivable rebuttal, too. All which added up after the uncovering of Mr. Oaōsh true nature… Fighter then bent forward, continuing the conversation. A cacodemon skinwalker…truly eerie without a doubt.
And the Ahegsı Hhw's unrealistic presence. Those two just solidified it all.
Noot would move to another analytic topic. Then there was the rift, a warp that had become one with an entire domain…and all that brought about. That's of the most utterly unnatural occurrence…
Even still, that confirmed only one thing. And then there were the multiple misdirects; the Halva-rui, the strange behaviours of different individuals, the information allies received, and that he was the only one to survive a secret “attack”, but…they were all still connected. And it also seemed like his “intents” as explained by Couch were not completely an act either…
Not to mention his battle with Probacon, and the general strange feeling that kid's had around him.
True. And we can guess that his master plan was to win the Crown and then use it in conjunction with the Ahegsı Hhw to cause even greater devastation, and as an added effect…potentially rid the Pillars and Grandmaster Entities in our midst. Though I'm unsure of the effectiveness of that. Fighter added, with his eyes still fixed on the battlefield.
The Halva-rui. Wells's inscription. His name, from words related to turbulence. All fit perfectly on an intricate level… He concluded, with Noot beginning to add to the presented fact. And not to mention…
The nature of this event in itself all point to said notion.
And then the clarity I received from Lord Draxo's words… Fighter added, the back of his two clenched hands placed under his jaw for added expression.
All that's left now… is the “why”. Or “whys” in this case Why take this road? Why is Khanshin involved?
That's our goal before the final round. Till then… Noot responded, rubbing his eyes with the index and thumb of his right hand.
You think he's figured the same too? Fighter asked. Him? It would've taken him slightly longer. But… Noot responded, as both turned full attention to the battle yet again.
Amidst his final thoughts, he looked to David on the platform, who panted from the intensity of the ongoing duel. Most certainly.
The prince contemplated, analysing the battle before him. This battle is not in my favour for two reasons: He whom I fight, and…
He could sense Bora, and envision him, and the ice-cold, dismissive appearance he seemed to carry. He whom I must fight…
But at that...
He powered to Toxic at full speed, with a resulting force so strong even the areas he left were found affected.
《In conviction, and unrestriction.》
Toxic was not completely privy to this change, but kept his composure nevertheless.
I must see this contest out, justly! He struck Toxic with a kick while aerially displaced, blocked swiftly by an arm of the Viosi’s.
~Mph!!~
The flow of time was frozen by the prince, and a phenomenon would occur, where the clashing of temporal abilities would cause time to somewhat “rewind”.
David would charge, rushing forward without delay as he had before, as that which had happened before seemed to prepare to repeat.
However, David had noticed this reverb of the flow in time. And this time, his attack was one of an opened palm strike sparking with charge.
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But the Viosi had both sensed and foreseen this occurrence with his own temporal powers. And as David struck him with the powerful blow, his body simply stretched in the hand's direction, prompting Toxic's to react extremely and bizarrely unreal. What?
With enough force, Toxic pushed David away with the recoil of this stretch.
Comical physics…
Toxic then leapt high into the air, following David's own ongoing path of motion in more of an arc than the latter's straighter line, holding in his right a maroon giant half of a scissor with a prominent blade, much to the astonishment of the prince.
And slowly in his grasp did the blade begin to enlarge, reaching a size very visible even from a distance on the battleground.
With a powerful downward swing, an attempt at a cutting action was aimed at the Nafiman.
But as it reached its target, perpetuating maximum damage, a familiar yellow fulmination also struck there as well.
With the Deislayer sword now in hand, David had blocked the large blade from harming him though with signs of the strenuous mettle the task asked of, gritting his teeth while holding the sabre on its hilt and a flatter side of its edge..
With a grunt he pushed against the scissor-like sword emphatically, causing it to go upwards. Toxic felt the push, forced to reel back due to the parrying of his weapon.
David swiftly raced away from the area, seemingly disappearing from the vision of a perplexed Toxic.
The Viosi could be left only to intently stare at the ground below. Within this normally empty eternity, only reformed by the Grandmaster Deity's divine power…
He opened his mouth, and spouted forth a staggering volume of water.
Water that poured down towards the platform below, intended to completely engulf it.
But as the water reached near the cylindrical disc platform, it swiftly evaporated, with the resulting steam spreading out across the platform, covering it in a mass of such vapour.
And for that, that higher being could not help but smile in amusement. Hmm…
"In any standard world, the thermal requirement for water to change to gaseous state…" David noted from afar, Toxic turning to the source direction of the voice.
The young prince made use of the back of his arm to wipe his face, which was marked with patches of dirt and bruises from the ongoing duel. "...is 212°F, or 100°C.”
He stood in place with all diligence, letting the green revitalising essence flow, both around and through him, and restoring him to full health from the wounds gained from the bout. "But even a call to the above can change that rule for water of non-organic link.”
"Hmm-hmm-hmm. Brilliant,” chuckled Toxic with anticipative shines in his eyes. Truly, does your grace shine vibrantly upon this one, oh Arch…
…and with the fiery yellow aura of his future… He looked to the prince, who held a clenched fist of his in front vertically and parallel to his chest, and whose demeanour and vibe were nothing but determined.
《A fierce stance, paired with a blazing strength.》
Suddenly, Toxic burst out an aura of fierceness, that brimmed in a hue of red.
Pole-boost?!?, thought a stunned David.
"Present your worth sum total, Dark Prince!” Toxic exclaimed, having eyes placed upon the being and the platform beneath hom
"Understood!!!" David answered, charging himself up with absorbed energy of a vibrant hue. Hopefully, this suffices.
Each sprinted towards the other, attaining and acting in velocities greater than they did at the initial stages.
They clashed, with Toxic attempting to deliver a strike with his knee, but David defending with a forearm block.
A new exchange of fast-paced combat was kickstarted, consistently indulged in the dodging of the shared attacks. The punches and kicks were thrown all over, and the means used to evade were just as splendid. Their contest carried on, with momentum slowly beginning to gather through the delivery of critical strikes. And afterwards, energetic attacks began flying like sparking fireworks. The many, many ki blasts and light rays on Toxic's end, and Ether Prongs, Death Rays and dynabolic attacks on David's. And even their equipment found no rest, as David made even more use of the advanced technological tools he carried in his pouch, especially articles of a high-tech hardsuit he used to gain vantages when needed, and Toxic formed more and more weapons with his physiognomy, entertaining the masses through and through, the both of them.
And before anyone could tell, either themselves or their audience, they were found high above the ground.
From a vantage point, Toxic unleashed his signature breath blast of atomic power at the Nafiman prince.
But with once again his physical capacity, he struck the blast towards the ground and made its detonation on the surface occur.
Toxic chuckled with an immense impression.
He suddenly charged onto the platform, much to David's surprise.
"For this encounter's climax point…” He exclaimed, taking a stance with his legs widened and slightly bent, and his right hovering over his face and its fingers pressed on the forehead.
《The final move?》
David widened his eyes, noting an urgency that had now arisen in him.
"PREPARE!!!,” roared an exuberant Toxic, whilst energy began to concentrate on the palm of said hand as it faced his face, in preparation to unleash the ultimate fire…
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