> Appraisal, transferral, in my soul but is torment.
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With a wide smile, Toxic continued to prepare his last stand, as the rising energy’s vibrance became less and less subtle over time.
David looked down from above, sensing great danger from the upcoming attack.
Trouble's afoot. He thought in an urgent tone, staring to the below concernedly. His energy has been gradually heightening as he's prepared that attack. And…
Fire? So he thought, for Toxic’s arm had now suddenly become encircled by helical flames all around.
Nevertheless, he readied his being to face the attack head-on, intensifying with vigour his expression and with a clenched fist before his closed eyes.
The most to do now…is to prepare my strongest guard, and hope for the best! Extending his arm forward, he conjured a thick and durable ice mirror of enormous size, one reinforced with the energies and aspects he commanded. With it, he aimed to see out the end of this contest, at the very least.
His eyes looked to the ground, calculating all the next possibilities to come, and what would come his way from the Pillar’s activity.
But to make one last grasp at potential victory, a powerful attack of ice and entropy was sent out from the mirror's phantom world, searing towards the surface.
It went towards the place where Toxic stood, steadily but surely drawing nearer.
Suddenly, Toxic extended his arm before himself, with widened fingers and an outward palm. The helix of fire still encircled it, blazing and roaring amidst the gyration.
"~FUSED SOUL: CANNON BREAKER!!!~,” exclaimed the Pillar with a ferocious shout.
From his palm then was unleashed a powerful golden beam, with the same likeness to the Celestial Cannon attack, but rather had a blazing outline and was surrounded by those same swirling flames.
It crackled with fire, and left waves of scorching heat and a trail of searing light as it came forth, rushing towards David and his mirror at extreme speeds.
And with its greater intensity, it split through David’s own attack with no issue, and no lag to give the prince any hope there.
The prince gallantly braced for impact. Here it comes!!!
The beam clashed straight into the mirror, projecting mass violent vibrations through the platform, and dusting parts of the world around it in the process.
David pushed back, gritting his teeth, in hopes of somehow resisting the onslaught of sheer destructive power.
But with a simple strain of his arm, Toxic increased the blast’s very force by tenfold.
And in an instant, the mirror was utterly shattered, and found no resistance in its travel towards David. Then it seemed to hit its target, but such could not be told due to the searing light produced by the attack, only leaving a silhouette which eventually disappeared.
The watchful eyes of the many were on the projections, teeming of sheer anticipation.
Suddenly, David would appear a stone’s throw from Toxic through his transposing abilities, gravely marked with wounds by the previous attack, grime all over him as well.
And to the floor he fell, just barely being conscious..
"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!!! THE WINNER OF THIS GRAND BATTLE IS…LORD TOXIC!!!,” exclaimed Dgiag whilst Toxic himself looked up.
《The Pillar moves to the end.》
Crowds cheering, allies groaning and bowing their heads unsurprisingly, and enemies gleeful. Those were the reactions to the impressive contest.
Toxic turned to David, who could still be found lying on the terrain.
On the battle’s end, the prince’s final contemplation would proceed. Urk…well, a fine try...given I cannot yet make full usance of that boundless capacity, and still have much to do to reach and surpass its heights, and to try to unadjusted…would prove detrimental…
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The first surge was relative to what Probacon did, so I could have withstood it…but the second…hmph, doubtful…
Suddenly, and much to his surprise, Toxic’s leg stood before him, and he looked up to the Pillar’s gaze in his confusion.
The Viosi looked with appraisal, and a smile was strung on his face. "Stand proud, Son of Edison. I had concluded such beforehand, but now I shall tell you personally:”
"Your prowess and potential…are second to a minimality in this existence. Truly, you have earned all your flowers."
"I humbly thank you, great one.” David responded, bowing his head. "Hmm-hmm-hmm. As expected of you.”
“But…you tend to divert to your lonesome...and you can only do so much alone.” Toxic noted as he turned to make his leave, which left David unsurprisingly perplexed.
"If need ever be, come. I will aid as I can.”
David was initially stunned, visibly surprised at such an offer, for it was unexpected, causing many thoughts to flash in his mind in an instant.
He proceeded to dismissively chuckle at such thoughts, taking fully into account the nature of the opportunity lying before him.
"That I shall take note of.”
Toxic smiled back at him with a nod, ending their viral battle on proper terms.
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The stage for the next battle was set, an intriguing and eye-catching duel, one between Noot and Bora, who had already entered readied mental states, and held those tools of theirs.
"BEGIN!!!" Dgiag exclaimed.
In a quick flash, there was a collective blitz action from the brace, with Bora in a range of rapidity as when he fought Probacon, and clashing weapons with a brilliant flash of sparks.
《Sparks splatter as metal clashes with itself.》
Against suspect numero uno… Noot thought, staring down Bora rather subtly, and processing a vast number of things around what was occurring cranially.
Bora returned it, though his had a deeper relaxed nature to it.
Next followed a push of themselves back, and a small burst of wind arising from that.
They engaged in a long spell of bladed combat, with use of techniques of high-level skill, with Bora in offence and Noot in defence, wowing any and all whose eyes were pried on there. Their battle moved from one place to another, without any misstep, or any delay.
《The blades of two clash. As sparks fly on blazing flashes.》
Their skill was precise and accurate, but careful enough not to make an error, so as not to give their opposition leverage of any sort. Utilising various sword styles, they engaged in a beautiful dance of swords, participating in their preferred approaches, a display of offensive power and defensive resilience.
《The surreal display of two masters of the blade.》
《Engaged in a contest of greater supremacy.》
Their impressive clash of swords continued on, and the power from their weapons could be felt throughout the platform around them.
Eventually, Bora would make a distanced step, creating some space between himself and Noot.
He fired a quick one-handed shot of ki that glowed blue from his left hand.
But the attack was highly delayed, so Noot found no issue in swiftly evading.
As he’s one of the most tactful of the lot in combat, I’ll need to be as sharp as possible, thought Noot.
Suddenly, one of his arms were extended with celerity, portraying himself to be seemingly capable of elastic action, aiming them at an anticipating Bora.
With a weapon coated in scorching magma, the Olympian demigod swiftly sliced Noot's arm off.
Noot retracted the rest of the arm without reaction, but due to the effects of the magma, the wound cauterised and spilled no blood.
Bora, confused at the action taken and reaction to dismemberment, stared.
Suddenly, with an eerie green glow, the arm began to be regenerated, completely healing on many levels.
That is-!, exclaimed a bewildered Bora mentally. "Controlled gamma radiance.”
"Not entirely. Its pros are also enhanced by advanced neo-cluster code bugs…" Noot imparted casually, wearing a new glove on the newly remodelled hand which he placed more priority on than his adversary.
"I see. Interesting.”
In an instant, he rushed to Noot, perpetrating yet another clash of armaments, both with varying expressions. Noot's of an intense concentration and focus, with a piercing stare and unchanged lips. And Bora's of sheer ecstasy and vigour, with a wide grin and crazy eyes. And the two ready for another spell of dainty fencing.
But elsewhere, moved a few more members of the lot, through a flow of traffic of bodies, as Kai, Pika and Huo tried to make their way through, with Huo particularly disgruntled about this. “Could someone tell these people about order in movement? Geez!” He was however immediately chastised by Pika. “You can’t just tell people how to move, y’know…” “Will you two focus?” Kai enquired in exasperation.
They made their way to a somewhere, making a turn from amongst the crowds. “Should be close by.”
And then they reached a door, as the hand of the Absorbant made a reach for it.
And as he opened it, a voice of much familiarity greeted them with a degree of admonishment. “Took you long enough…”
The contest on the Field’s platform still experienced a full swing, with the duo now distanced from themselves, keeping watchful eyes from each of their stances and standings.
Just as tough a cookie as anticipated, meaning…, ideated Noot, who had placed his sword in its position of inactivity, and had worn a bizarre glove with thick, pulsing linings.
He then grabbed the weapon again, placing its finger-surrounded hilt before his face, and with black winds beginning to form around him, it appeared as though he prepared to utilise a reservation of his. "Took a while to prepare, but it looks I'll have to use…that.”...
《What could this "tool" at hand be?》
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