Infest with the power of vitality in my hand, while the rot decaying lies beneath my feet.
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With the hilt of his blade held just before himself, and a black and eerie current starting to swirl around himself, Noot took a stance, one that presented him as looking to go on the offensive.
Bora watched him attentively, processing the actions taking place before his very eyes, as his anxiety grew and his seriousness sharpened. What is this?
In an instant, Noot appeared before Bora via some teleportative action, much to the surprise of the Olympian.
He swept forward the gloved hand, projecting a fast, blackened wind current which Bora dodged with no hesitance.
But then he sensed something terrible had occurred behind him, something even he had not accounted for, turning to look upon that place and the damage that had come to it. But that which followed was the horrified widening of his gaze.
Behind him lay nothing but a path of death and decay, so strong even the rocks of the platform were not left untouched by its nature.
He came to the sombre realisation, of this unearthly aspect Noot used, why he wore that glove, and all its implications to their contest, all as he turned once more to face the Arct-nix. "The Antithesis…"
"Yes.”
Bora swiftly pivoted around to retreat at intense speeds, but Noot was quick to follow behind, extruding his usually dormant wings so as to hasten his movement.
Then a similar internal monologue began in their minds, synced despite being truly connected. The Antithesis…
A powerful tool of creation, fundamental to reality…
A part o’ a concept that opposeth life and freewill within the dimensioned of the omnicosm…
Noot then swung his blade, and more projected energy winds of the Anthithesis’s essence came forth. As I've studied, it's capable of warping the minds, empathy and morality of beings.
Can manipulate souls, continua, and e’en levels o’ the abstracts o’ reality.
A TOOL OF GREAT MALICE!!! As Bora had twirled to avoid those winds, they went forward and transmogrified reality within the Field to beyond natural, into now a hellish landscape with patches of the original still present.
《The nature that opposes creation, and structure, and will.》
But in truth, that he could unriddle the nigh-uncrackable formula that bemuseth e’en the divine…
Is testamanet to his troublesome nature! Both glove and arm of Noot that channelled this unearthly force became warped by it as well, becoming a sort of black body covered with shining spots like a starry night.
He would make a reach for Bora, with the hand now covered in an unearthly amalgam of flame and frost. The demigod’s evasion was hastied, enacting the dissipation of multidirectional light to achieve such. It’s unlike myself, I know. But what I do know is a test of sorts. To see truly…just what Bora is!
Those particles would rejoin elsewhere, fully reforming as Bora.
Then in an instant, a large mountain sourced of the hellish landscape appeared above him, immediately sensed by the dumbstricken Olympian.
Noot swung a straightened pair of fingers down. Thus prompting a consecutive fall and crash of the mountain, crashing towards the ground on which Bora stood.
Bora had managed to escape in time, now performing a strange sign with his hand, of folded central fingers and thumb, and echoing an even stranger incantation with it, one of Latin origin.
From before him, lava began bursting upwards towards the sky from different points, travelling in a line to the location underneath Noot.
Alchemy…and no surprise he could skip away from the mount.
As the ground beneath him erupted, he unleashed a wave of ice at it from one hand towards the lava, neutralising it immediately.
With an intense stare, Bora fired a psychokinetic shockwave at Noot. But somehow, and someway, the latter was able to parry the shockwave with his suppressed Aen, notably enhanced by the Antithesis.
Then, he began racing all about the region of their contest in a bizarre manner, primarily moving in uneven arcs, and watchfully kept at bay by Bora’s sensitivities.
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~Doorways of Valhalla~. With a swipe of his hand, he opened the true version of these gates that procured weapons of great stature and number, trajecting an armada of them in Noot's direction.
But the Arct-nix could evade, and kept moving as before, seemingly with no plan or desire to fight
But then he squeezed that gloved hand, as though pressing a button on his own palm.
And from nowhere, a great, gaping circular ‘chasm’ of a viscous darkness was materialised below Bora, aligned at many of those points at which Noot redirected himself.
The Olympian was left astonished, surprised by this plan, and even more so by the fact he began to ‘sink’ into the chasm, taking note also of certain miniature devices Noot had placed across those designated points.
But before the plan it seemed Noot had played out came to fruition, Bora rushed out from that area, seeing its limited range as an effective counter.
Incredulous, and expected o’ the Genius Beyond Geniuses…
But nevertheless…
He incantated something with a haste to his actions, quickly intertwining his fingers in a strange way also. Then Noot sensed something strange had happened within him, and the expression of heightened worry told that it was not a casual thing.
The controlled gamma in my body. It has been…contaminated?
Well, it seems some of it has, at least. Just what did that man do? Noot questioned to himself, eyes fixed onto Bora, who also watched him cautiously.
“Just what are you playing at here?” Noot asked of the demigod, sceptical about what to do in counternance.
“As it hath been done. That vigour in thine being now chimeth away to a great, mutual destruction o’ us both.”
“...Why? There’s nothing to gain.”
Bora remained silent, unwilling to answer in any perceivable way that would grant the Arct-nix closure.
“Unless…there is.” Bora smiled upon hearing those words, as truly now the deductive acuity of this extranormal genius would work to solve that.
And so it did, as Noot scanned in his mind all possible reasonings, with many compacted at a time in a degree of inestimable amount, bar the obvious. Hmm, the reason being his potential perpetration of the hidden evil seems much too close to home. It can’t be a diversion because some wouldn’t stop their investigations, still. Is he trying to get rid of me precisely per chance? This might also deal with his ‘role’ in this event. And then there’s the spell he used. That I recognize but cannot remember… I highly doubt such. This might also be a form of illusion I can’t defend against. In all actuality, there are other ways to end this contest the victor… I’m quite hungry, to be frank. What if…?
Noot continued in his thoughts, blissfully inattentive to Bora’s peering eyes and diminishing patience.
But then a spark occurred in his mind, realising the clear reason for Bora’s choice of path. One so blatant, so obvious. And one that had parts of it deal with him in particular, and for that, he smiled.
“You really are one cheeky buccaneer.” He told Bora.
“What now, then? Time runneth from thee hastily, and neither the Fates leaneth to thine benefit.”
Noot contemplated for a moment, aware of the folly of both options. Aware of the answer Bora seeked. And aware of the cost it could prove to have. His thought was deep and for a time, deciphering truly his analytic person.
He found his conclusion, and smiled again, and acceptingly, at that.
"For all intended purposes…no,” said Noot, whilst gamma energy began to charge in and permeate his entire body with a poisonous hue to it.
《A sacrificial play.》
Bora widened his eyes, caught unawares by the occurrence of an impending action and reaction about to occur before him, brought about by his very own hand.
But in a swift moment, a dwarfing amount of said energy expunged from Noot. The amount of which could greatly .
《A surge of pure radiation.》
The shared shock and astonishment brought about from this chain of events could be felt all through the air And that platform would eventually resettle, healing itself of the damage.
Bora stood, though unbalanced, but found no primary harm, aided by that Chasm Gem once more and a cloak of his goldy essences, while Noot lay on the ground, nearly unable to move but not unconscious, and with some burns as a result of the blast, but aided by the now gone Antithesis which had absorbed much of the energy that neared him.
"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!!! THIS CONTEST'S VICTOR: BORA!!!,” yelled Dgiag. And the cheers would once more come forward, moreso targeted towards the series of events that occurred.
"Not all glitz at the moment. I still can't get up…,” stated Noot with no degree of care in his voice, looking forward with deadpan eyes. Well, it's not like I won either.
But taking all factors into account, his peak speed and godhood, and the shortage of all necessary tools and resources on my end, and what the Antithesis does to me…eh…
Nor was there any true killing intent here, but…
Oh well, now it’s to enact countermeasures against any likely excess radiation poisoning.
"That last blast was…wow,” uttered a gaping Probacon in his unadulterated awe, while Wok applauded the efforts of his new “frenemy”. "All these recent ‘blasts’ are so similar now…”
David looked down, going over things in-depth and in fullness.
Meanwhile, as Noot stared on into the abyss with no bother in his face, lying on its right side,, Bora had walked over to him with the Arct-nix having already perceived him, and bent down to him.
And into his ear, he whispered something. Something of an odd nature.
《The Hand thus speaketh…》
He stood as he finished, leaving Noot to stare with a grave blankness in a state of confusion and shock.
《But what he hath said has…》
"What the devil does that mean?" He inquired ferociously, even his face so as to not lose sight of Bora..
Bora turned back to look at Noot for a moment, carrying a gleaming smile with him. "All…and…naught.”
But Noot returned the pleasantries with a cold, piercing stare. His mind went to work, and his emotions began to flare at whatever he had been told…
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