Triple Threat First Round: Altima vs. Young X

[terranort]

The Triple Threat Tournament:
Opening Round

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This round officially opens the Triple Threat Tournament! We have eight three-man teams all vying to see which trinity is the best! Wish all of our contestants the best of luck!

This round features the Darksiders taking on Team Past and Present Plus One. A victory in this match counts as one point with two points advancing a team onto the next round. In the event that this match does last until the end date, the staff will decide which team deserves the point for this match based on Damage Dealt, Creativity, and Realism. There is a 4 day time limit between posts.

Posting Order: Young Xehanort, Altima

This battle ends on December 24, 2012

[youngxehanort]

Olympus Coliseum, what a magnificent World. The architecture complimented the ancient golden hue it had, giving it an enlightenment of knowledge. White clouds filled the open blue sky, moving slowly as some of the elder folk on the World did. Xehanort had agreed to take part of a tournament devised by none other than... himself. Well it was himself in a sense, truly it was Terra-Xehanort, or also known as Terranort for short. The names were put in place to distinguish them from one-another, or else they would all be called Xehanort. Regardless it was because of a request from one of his most future selves was why he was at Olympus.

That request was to combat against as many opponents as they could in this devised "tournament" not for their own personal glory, but to test the others. To see what everyone what was capable of was something Xehanort could do. Ideas came to fruition for the tournament as that will tell them who could possibly be fit for joining their ranks, or at best becoming an ally. In due time the Second Keyblade War would be at hand and the citizens of all Worlds would come flocking to the Keyblade Graveyard all after the almighty Key.

Xehanort had admired his scenery, stepping into the tournament ring. The constant cries of the crowd as he entered were ignored, Xehanort was not their for an ego boost. In fact it actually caught onto his curiosity. The people of the World were thrilled to watch two combatants step into a ring and fight until the other falls weak ..or dead. Barbaric would be a too lenient label for them. Regardless it was a nice feeling to Xehanort not being surrounded by water and constant peace. It was his dream was it not? To see other Worlds and relish in their vast and infinite knowledge?

A tapping noise from his boots slowly faded away as he stopped at his side of the ring. From the card he had obtained earlier his opponent was named Altima and was from the team called Darksiders. In his own judgement, Xehanort would not prejudge those who he had not crossed paths with yet, however the team name Darksiders had caught his attention. Perhaps he was not at the tournament in vain after all. Whoever Altima may be, Xehanort was more than ready to test him.

[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]- Fired off Redemption underneath Young Xehanort!	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The cheers of the ignorant spectators. Forever tossing their arms into the air and drowning away what troubles plague them into the violent madness of the arena games. Games that pitted combatants against one another in a merciless duel, feeding upon their circumstances to provide entertainment to the masses. One could even be so bold as to say that truth could be applied to just about any other sport out there, as to not discriminate against Olympus's timely tradition. Altima couldn't really blame the mortals though. She could not deny the fact that violence provided a sense of amusement as well. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns:	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"Man continues to prove its circumstantial love for violence yet again. Against a confidence brimmed youth no less." Altima voiced out to no one in particular, levitating in motion towards the arena. Her expression was mixed, yet platonic as always. Always that allure that says one thing within another's judgment, as her other actions plant seeds of doubt. The only thing to find out now, was where this young boy drew his confidence from? Just what did he have, that allowed him to stare so cocked and ready into the jaws of the fallen angel herself? An ace in the hole was it? A grand, master plan that could be modified under any possible move she made? Yes...these all sounded perfect for the little schemers. Altima enjoyed this little scenario, as often as it came up. Timeless classic of the actions of a detective on the scene! Figuring out the pieces to the crime, until she found that motive. The beautiful little drive that made his confidence tick. Then came the pleasure of ripping it out personally. Letting every fiber painfully stain his memory, as he would look up to see the bloody angel fulfill her namesake. There was no need to think of the consequences really. Arenas were made to fight, and that's all that needed to be done. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Childish Killer- Vocal Version	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]She did not cease her advancing. Altima approached in a casual pace, dressed elegantly in her robes adorned in a feather mantle. The beautiful, young silverette kept moving forward with confidence that did not betray her infamy. She locked eyes with her opponent, then had the gall to smirk at him. "So then, young filth...let us find out what it is that makes you stand so gallantly. Bathed in the sin of pride and courage; as empty as the redeeming light you seek to extinguish no? Make this interesting, and do not let me catch you..." A master of magical lore, and sly in her application. The magical force latent in her small frame erupted into the area, as it was but a brief flash. Striking from below, a beacon of light erupted from the very hells itself; signaling the start of the fight. It was simple enough anyways, for a test shot. The angel's mind stayed sharp though, channeling an aura spell towards the front of her attention. "...lest you desire a cease within the sands of the glass." [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]MADE BY EMBLEM OF KHCMv4 [/style]

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Abilities Used

SPOILER: Click to show

- Redemption “All who stand in my wake will burn to oblivion.”: A faster paced spell compared to the likes in her offensive arsenal. Altima will select a target, and releases a beam of light into the ground. Shortly after, the beam of light erupts from underneath the opponent's current location straight up as a pillar. This does medium holy-element damage. The maximum range for targets of this spell is 30m.
[Invocation]- Normal.
[Cooldown]- 4 posts.

[youngxehanort]

So he was mistaken on the gender of his opponent. Initially Xehanort had thought his opponent to be a man, but her appearance proved him otherwise. It mattered not however --male or female. Gender meant nothing when it came to battles and terms of abilities, so she would not be underestimated. The silver hair and regal appearance of her appealed to Xehanort, but under that false Light appearance was something sinister, dark. Yellow eyes pierced into her Heart as Xehanort studied her, figuratively pierced. A great influence to Darkness in her Heart had revealed itself to Xehanort, this pleased him.

She spoke to him as if she was a superior being, almost omniscient. "Acknowledged." Responded Xehanort as he raised both of his arms out to his sides. Each hand surrounded itself with blue lightning and with a flash of blue energy his Ethereal Blades formed in his palms. The familiar clock face hilts were grasped by the leather of his gloves once more as he positioned one behind his head in a reverse grip, and the other in front of him. "The valiance of this fight will be attested to."

Xehanort did not know what to expect of his opponent. Unlike the others he had encountered in the past, he had no previous affiliation with this one. It seemed that she would be the one to strike first and to catch the young swordsman off-guard. A spring of Light shot up beneath Xehanort like fresh water jet streaming out of the ground. It was a quick attack, not slow enough for Xehanort to react fast at first glance. The Light that was under him singed his Dark body, he could feel the burns of the Light throughout his spine.

Grunting out in pain, Xehanort flinched back for a second and almost dropped to one knee. The power of the attack was quite strong for one with such a fast nature, but it was far from enough to cripple Xehanort. It was indeed interesting that one as Dark as his opponent would use a Light based attack, perhaps she had attained balance. Despite his musings of the opponent, Xehanort straightened himself out and repositioned his blades. With a spell as powerful as that, this must be a spellcaster. Though appearances aren't everything. Time will tell me her true nature.

Xehanort ran towards his opponent and took advantage of his natural agility. When he was nearing attack range he readied his attack. Using the blade that he was holding out in front of him he made a slash towards her chest. Following up behind was the reverse-gripped blade he stepped forward with his right foot and slashed diagonally down toward her abdomen. The momentum from the attacks allowed him to swiftly spin around and as he did so he swapped the position of his left blade into a reverse grip. As he spun around back to his front he made another swipe towards her chest with the left blade, the right blade following suit stepping forward once more. This made him end up with the blade in his left hand pointing backwards and the one in his right pointing forwards. Due to the positioning of his blades it allowed him to connect them at the hilts, holding the now double-blade with his left hand in anticipation of a strike. Each attack was as fast as he was, which is what made him a deadly fighter.

[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]- Caught the ethereal blade and halted the combo attempt! - Casted Holy on Young Xehanort and self!	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Redemption hit cleanly and sent a pretty definitive message to her opponent. The results though, was yet to be determined. She saw him falter under the weight of the attack, and was pleased to see him recompose his posture. It didn't seem like much to other fighters other than tenacity, though Altima could not help but wonder what it was that drove this boy's motivation. Was it the power of the heart, empowering him with the pedophilian interest the weapon had for its wielders? Another glance at him dismissed that thought. He held conviction in his eyes. Conviction for his own personal goals. Selfishness without the delusion of some patriotic ideal. Patriotism that perhaps needed more guidance of the light, which obviously perplexed the stoic man. As she thought, the angel muttered the chantings of an arcane spell under the guise of talking to herself. Perception was reality after all. Her mind could only conclude that there was something more to his little showing of bravery. This kept her interest piqued. One does not simply toss out a tethered piece of meat to a starving wolf and not expect it to snarl at it with full attention. That was the mentality of the fool within the arcana family; a fool who would end up within the wolf's stomach by daybreak. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Redemption: 1/4	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The fool would make his move though, impressive in nature for the easily awed crowd. This young one's agility, despite taking a searing beacon of light, was surprising. A lithe frame would grant one that by logical standards, though the lucavi was not so green as to believe this reality followed those rules always. His movements and recently revealed weapons screamed nothing but the eastern assassins from Ivalice. The reliance on speed, dual-wielding, and melee orientation? One had to wonder if he also had some illusionary magicks in his arsenal too! She grinned madly at the thought, as her move was made in counter to the dual assault. A loud resonance was generated at the clash. In one hand, accompanied by the sounds of slowly searing flesh, was the lucavi grasping the first move in the complex assault. Her experience with similar arts had reminded the scion that a weapon's length and weight made a huge difference when it came to in-deep fighting. This filth was fast, and with a bit of strength to back up any claims that could be made. What was a critical error for him was that the weapon was just ill suited for the choice of offense. Especially a frontal assault. She never did understand why the youth always felt the need to utilize that hail-mary. That was why the young man got tagged by the arcane chantings belonging to the Holy spell. It bathed him in a beacon of light, with a glimmer falling down and tracking his movements. If this played out how she imagined it would, then perhaps the explosion wouldn't be so far off. "Not bad filth. A pure energy weapon is an interesting choice, especially for a person coated in the veil of the dark." Altima confidently retorted, raising an eyebrow to the follow up assault. Complex and interesting due to the sudden weapon effectiveness switch. A reverse grip was done while she held the first blade with strength unlike any fifteen year old would ever possess. That catch had reduced the range of flexibility for what appeared to be a horizontal strike. One that got the boy's wrist seized as punishment for a terrible choice to an alert and experienced foe. Altima's grip on Young Xehanort's wrist was fierce and constricting, but did not reach the range where one could have their bones crushed. It simply was a warning message to the boy of what he was getting into. "Yet you made a miscalculation in not retaining the expertise of the weapon you wield. A broadsword for the workings of a thief's choice dagger? Even the most aerodynamic of blades could not compensate for the cumbersome movement that awaits you for dragging such an armament into a distance where it is no superior. Try it again." [/style]
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[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]MADE BY EMBLEM OF KHCMv4 [/style]

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Abilities Used

SPOILER: Click to show

- Holy Bright light! Shine down on the bloody impurity!”: White magick’s famous offensive spell. Altima singles out a target and marks them with a spectral spotlight from the sky. A glimmer falls and tracks the foe’s position until it reaches the ground. Upon reaching this state, a spell circle forms in its place (made of white light) and erupts into blasts of holy elemental magical shots. Once the glimmer reaches the ground, the spell’s eruption occurs at that marked spot.

[Invocation]- Slow
[Cooldown]- 3 posts.

[youngxehanort]

Now that was unanticipated, even to him. His blade, a pure energy blade, caught in her hand. It seemed that she did not flinch at the pain, but the blades still did damage. This had made Xehanort curious, but not obsessive with the almighty question: why? But what was this? His wrist was also caught? Xehanort was up against more than he had originally thought. His techniques were practiced day in and day out on that god forsaken island. It was up to the point that Xehanort had combined many different styles in use with his Ethereal Blades. She bears more knowledge than her appearance leads on.

The girl smirked during the middle of his assault, it was something that Xehanort picked up on as he drew his blades. Muddled sound escaped her breath, his eyes shifting to her lips to see if he could read into it. To him it just seemed like she was doing nothing more than talking to herself, but Xehanort figured he would keep an eye open. The lass was like him in a few ways, she's been goading him into attacking by taunting at his technique. Regardless of her jeer's, the everlasting confident smirk stayed on Xehanort's face. It was one of his trademarks.

"Types are only constricted by their meme's." Said Xehanort as his opponent decided to get closer to his face, as if to goad him even further. Eyes wandered as Xehanort conversed, but where did the wandering eyes go? People in battle never take their eyes off their opponent unless they were easily distracted. Clearly distraction was not the case, something else was up. Following suit he followed her eyes to end this small detour in the battle. A spark.. While his instincts were correct, his timing would have to be precise to deal with the predicament.

The moment the spark had nested underneath them, Xehanort used her technique to his advantage. As Holy erupted, his yellow eyes pierced through the beam. "Wither, into the endless bounds of time." Allowing Holy to strike his body once he activated one of his techniques, his Teleport Counter. Using this technique his whole body disappeared for a moment, including the arm that was once held by his 'captor' and his glowing gaze. Not making the same mistake twice, Xehanort had re-appeared once more outside the range of the move. Yes it did singe getting hit for that brief moment, but due to his teleport he was able to escape most of the damage.

However Xehanort did not follow the paths that most would do. He did not re-appear behind the girl, but only a foot behind the Holy explosion to guise his next technique. Placing his hands forward a small, black glyph appeared under him. Out from his hands shot a viciously fast tornado. The technique was one nasty maneuver known as Whirlwind of the Void. If he connected with the move it would cast all of Altima's abilities, both magic and physical, passive and aggressive, across the plane they fought in. These moves would manifest into physical objects labeled with their specific names. By far this wasn't Xehanort's trump card, but it would deal with her spellcasting for the moment if it hit clean.

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Abilities used:

SPOILER: Click to show

Teleport Counter
A counter move that allows Xehanort to teleport out of a combo, he can either teleport into the air or teleport somewhere on the field.

Cooldown of 2 posts. Medium-Far Range

Whirlwind of the Void
Xehanort uses Darkness to summon of a fast firing Whirlwind that has special properties. If hit by the Whirlwind a physical manifestation of your moves will be spread out across the battlefield, in which only you can pick up. Even if you are hit by the whirlwind, it will continue past you and hit anyone else standing in its path. The physical manifestation of your moves looks like a text box with the name of your power in it. These moves cannot be used until they are picked up. However as a bonus to you, if your move is in cooldown, it will reset the cooldown so you will be able to use that move again.

Cooldown of 5 posts

[altima]

Dec 4, 2012 13:41:44 GMT -5 @altima said:

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]- Utilized Subjugation to call forth the Ultima Demons and reposition Altima out of Holy's blast radius! - Utilized Master Teleportation out of the fight!	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Peculiar. That was the thought process when it came to what exactly this man was trying to accomplish. His battle tactics were sharp, but reactive based. None of it were predictive, as Altima had begun to notice over the short skirmish that they've been dancing through. This young filth had followed the visual cues that the lucavi gave, all of them intentional and meant to see how perceptive the man was. From the cue of the glimmer to the open chanting of Holy, it was all a guise to see scope out just what the man was capable of. Then this came along. Even as Altima did not stop chanting, even as the holy sunk into the ground and the beacon flashed above into a geyser of light, even as they both seemed to be within the synchronization of waiting till the last moment... [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Redemption: 1/4 - Holy: 1/3	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]...and what a trump card he had! For Altima's predictive response was matched with a reactive reply by the filth. High-speed movement was it? No, it seemed as if there was a bit of an arcane quality to the madness. A longer moment was be taken in order to mull over this realization, for a pawn with the conceptualized power of time was something to be noted. In regards to the grand scheme of things, that is. As for the impeding Holy eruption, Altima's preparation had paid off. Her incantations did not cease when Holy was casted, but merely shifted towards a different spell. Calling forth the demons of her army, two beacons fell at the crosspoint of the explosion and caused the angel to be pushed back from the new placements. Just a bit out of holy's rising torrent of flames, none of which that phased the two new grotesque creatures that stood in the former blast radius of the high level magick. Bulky and all the while charming, these Ultima Demons were her loyal subjects and always heeded the call to battle. Why they decided to not appear disguised was a question she would have to ponder about for a while after this charade. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Childish Killer- Vocal Version	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Altima stood behind her miniature wall of flesh, noticing that the filth did not decide to take the pre-emptive sneak attack. Altima credited him for it, for at least there was some shred of honor left in the denizens of the dark. Instead, the young one seemed to have opted for an attack that was not of the sword artes? He did not prime them as he had recently favored; a choice that perplexed her...but it mattered not. 'Just what could you have in store little one?'

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Then came the spell. A wind type, that did no damage it seems at first. Her barricade of demons were perplexed at the harmless gust, but something caught the lucavi's eye as she stood in the wind cover. Bits and shards of crystals flew out of her servants the longer that they remained exposed to the spell. Curious, the angel stuck her hand to where the wind was capable of breaching her barricade and watched a crystal float out of her palm. Studying it as the act took place, even for a few seconds, Altima started to piece together just what was going on with that spell.

Grabbing that crystal shard and hearing the wind die down, she stepped out from the guards and applauded the young one's exquisite display. She held in her hand, a gleaming crystal that shined brilliantly like a nova core in space. Altima curiously looked over to Young Xehanort, before watching the crystal meld back into her body.

"So this is the power of the balance seekers that I have heard so much about? Peculiar, if I must say so myself. To the point where I believe you deserve the reprieve and savor your victory in this battle. Powers of the heart indeed."

It sounded like a taunt, but was without a doubt a statement of conceding to the opposition. Altima did not waver in her speech, nor did she have the defeated look or false foundations of pride as she conducted the act without breaking her gaze to the young nort. A single battle was a minor casualty to the grand scale of a war. Now that the opposition has shown a bit of depth of what they are capable of, the skirmish turned into a rather useful scouting mission. She would return to her allies with this information, and begin the workings to rend their existence and all that they stand for.

For it was the only thing that she cared to do.

"Let our paths cross again, and we will continue our little squabble time walker." Altima hinted, vanishing into a beacon of light and taking her demon guards with her.
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