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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 22:54:46 GMT -5
Sephiroth has been removed from the Raid for not posting within four days.
Cloud is next to post in the thread. He has four days.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 19:18:51 GMT -5
A moment was taken to observe the scene before him for a little bit longer. It was reckless to charge into the middle of a battle without first identifying who and where your enemies were. But were they Cloud's enemies? Obviously the one in the long black coat and silver hair was certainly considered an enemy, priority number one enemy at that. The rest... he wasn't too sure about. It was hard to tell from where he was standing, the massive crater before him separating the swordsman from nearly everyone else who had arrived on this world. Strife clenched his gloved fingers about the handle of his Main Blade and narrowed his glowing eyes a fraction as he felt a final stranger arrive on the scene. They were far away, about as far away as the ones he felt on the opposite side of the crater, but strangely enough, the newest stranger felt... familiar. Not in the same way Sephiroth did, but more along the lines of having crossed paths with them recently. Same thing could have been said for the other three presences he could detect from far across the crater.
Cloud frowned and glanced back towards Fenrir, thinking for a moment before he finally decided to sling his leg back over the saddle and sit back down upon the vehicle. A flash of light dispelled the Main Blade from his hand, as well as the five others that rested peacefully within the harness he wore on his back. There wasn't any point in holding his blade when the possible opposition were so far away. The closest one being the grey-haired man in the middle of the crater. Naturally though, Cloud was keeping half his attention focused on the Legendary SOLDIER. When the three gunshots rung out though, the fake-SOLDIER observed as the bullets hit their mark; the man in the crater. To Strife's surprise, the stranger shrugged the shot off as if nothing had even hit him, before launching himself up out of his hole and straight to where the shots had come from. Cloud squinted and watched as he recognized the gunman from the presence he gave off, having felt the same one when in the Dwarven Woodlands alongside that dragon thing and the blue skinned creature. Why did he fire? What reason did he have to fire upon that man? Strife thought to himself as he watched the pair share a few words, but nothing more. The grey-haired man then repeated his little jumping trick and flew across the area over towards the woman riding the massive Behemoth Heartless.
From where Cloud sat upon Fenrir, it was impossible to hear what words were being shared, but it was easy to conclude that the gunman from Dwarven Woodlands and the human meteor were not on good terms. How did he know the woman on the Heartless? Why did he ignore Sephiroth? Wait, Sephiroth?! Cloud snapped his head back into the One Winged Angel's direction but found himself glancing upwards as a shadow formed over the handlebars of his bike. Mako-blue eyes glinted in the sunlight as he watched a young woman in dark purple clothing and silver hair gently float down from above him and land upon Fenrir's handles. The chocobo-haired youth just watched her in silence, a frown upon his face as his eyes traced her slim figure, wondering why women tended to wear attire such as this. He lowered his gaze, not wanting to come across as staring and instead he leaned off to his right slightly, peering around Creed's legs to try and spot where Sephiroth had gone. After not seeing him across the crater, Cloud focused on trying to pinpoint his Darkness, but when that failed, he assumed that what he thought was Sephiroth, must have just been a mirage of the desert heat.
Looking back up skywards, Cloud blinked his glowing blue eyes and tilted his head a fraction at the woman standing upon his bike. Her use of words were unexpected. It sounded like she was flirting with him. The last person to do that was probably Aerith, teasingly, all those years ago. No, this was a bad time to think about Aerith. Thoughts of her lead to him thinking of Tifa, and as much as he enjoyed thinking about the barmaid, this was not the time nor the place. ”... Thank you.” Cloud answered, though his expression didn't change and the tone of his voice was clearly untrusting of the woman who was standing upon Fenrir. Glowing eyes flicked to observe Creed's boots, making sure she wasn't standing on something that might snap off. That was when the sound of wing within the air caught his attention and once more, Cloud glanced up towards Creed and tilted to the side so he could peer around her waist this time. High in the sky was the blue-skinned woman and she had some company with her; some wyvern Heartless. A 'tch' escaped Cloud's lips as he sat back down in the middle of Fenrir's saddle and returned his eyes to the woman in dark purple. ”I bet the bike would look even better if you were sitting on it.” The Delivery Boy spoke up and gave the silver-haired woman a playful smirk. It was an attempt at a distraction, for after a couple of seconds had passed, the young man suddenly tucked his legs up, pressed his own boots against Fenrir's saddle and launched himself up off the bike into the air, arching backwards before landing back down onto his feet, evading the Gust attack from the blue-skinned woman.
With any luck, the Gust attack from the woman with blue wings would strike her own comrade and would spark a fight between the women, leaving Cloud to deal with someone else on the battlefield. If that was not the case however, the fake-SOLDIER pushed himself up into a standing position and glanced over towards Demona as he heard her speak. ”That's easy for you to say while up there in the sky. I guess you can't be much of a real warrior if you're unable to come down here and say it to my face.” Cloud beckoned up at Demona, his right hand extended up into the sky as he flicked his index finger at her, beckoning her down before he spread his arms out from his torso and gave a smirk, provoking her. Not forgetting that the silver-haired woman was still nearby, potentially, Cloud glanced her way and frowned at her once more. ”I'd rather not fight you if it comes down to it...” A flash of light escaped from Cloud's hand as he summoned his Main Blade back into his grip, the other five seperate blades reappearing in his harness at the same time. ”... But I will not hold back if you attack me.” The Delivery Boy warned as he pointed the Main Blade in Creed's direction, his eyes glowing dangerously to show that he wasn't joking around and was giving her a chance to walk away if she was smart enough.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 6:18:58 GMT -5
One would have thought the man to be shocked at the unfazed reaction to the bullets lodging themselves into the figure's calves. One would have thought the soldier to expect the target to fall to its knees, but no. A simple "hmph" escaped Shiro's vocal cords at the sight of his bullet's lack of damage. No, no, no... It was an experiment to the analyst. Blackout skipped the hypothesis, as he had no reason to predict anything of his target's invulnerability, and went straight to the procedure; result being that it would take more than bullets to take the strange figure down. At the realization of the opponent's strength, the intellect quickly became intrigued by the commencing battle; more experiments to be conducted by the helmeted man. Many procedures, he felt like he'd perform, to reach the conclusion in his mental lab report desired; Blackout victorious.
Aqua eyes widened slightly in curiosity as his target prepared to leap, the direction of the tan male's face looking towards the soldier's location. Twas more than a gut feeling that implied that another demonstration of power was about to take place. Instantly, the man pushed off his "cover" with his arms and darted towards more cover as he felt like it was about to be needed. Oh, and Shiro could not have been more correct, as a huge force was felt, vibrating the matter of the intellect as he moved his ass. The standing pillars planted in the sand immediately started to break apart, falling down to create anarchy. Blackout, with ease, maneuvered himself around the landing spots without harm at a great speed. Once the noises of destruction quelled, Shiro turned his body around, facing whatever that had brought such chaos. It was a man, silver haired, muscular build, and gray eyes; surrounded by sizzling flames. The "l'Cie" spoke to the soldier, threatening the emblem heartless helmet in a condescending manner, as if Blackout were a mere bug to the l'Cie.
"I'd consider yourself a fool to underestimate whatever meets your sight," the dark tone emitted from beneath the golden mask. And with that, the l'Cie rocketed off elsewhere. With power came a price; confidence. During the eventual encounter, Blackout would have to remind the l'Cie of the consequences of underestimation. However, Shiro lacked the means to chase the meteor-like flying l'Cie, so it would have to wait. Brain vs Brawn; the soldier had definitely been there before.
Not too long after, another nuisance came down before the man in black. Demona, the blue gargoyle. Although established in their previous encounter that they were, sadly, allies; Blackout thought of the power radiating woman quite annoying. Her first words directed towards him were those along the lines of mocking. The ticking pattern of seconds rang through the mind of the intellect until the demon was done ranting. Sighing underneath the helmet, the soldier replied, "Thirty nine seconds you could have used efficiently amongst this battlefield that you wasted running that mouth of yours; and from what I've gathered is that you were here longer than I and I've already received more information of the enemy than you have. Bullets aren't effective. Now do you prefer to chit chat or would you rather be useful?" As the man spoke, Blackout strutted backwards as if he were preparing to run cross country, showing that at least he multi-tasked as he spoke. At the end of his demeaning question, the soldier shrugged the hypocrisy off mentally and sprinted off.
Once the man reached a great velocity, using the fallen debris as his friction, the gravity manipulator leaped into the air at high speed, altering the gravity of him to get a gigantic jump. Into the sandy valley, the soldier went. Rolling and landing on the surface a little ways behind the dragon, who was running on all fours, the soldier ran a ways behind Titan, keeping himself at a distance. Blackout's intention at the moment was to aid his beast of an ally, ignoring the sight of only person who mattered on the field. Granted, Shiro could have went for the easier target, in comparison to the l'Cie, the blonde haired man of light, but Creed would only be a distraction and she was within the other target's parameter.
Distractions were unnecessary. Pointless.
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Action 1: Dodged the falling dabris.
Action 2: Moon Jumped to Titan's side; although a little ways behind to keep distance.
Action 3: Switched from DPS to Support lol
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 8:39:01 GMT -5
Age: Unknown (Approx. 25 to 30)
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Zhuyu had spoken his mind to the stranger, which seemed to prompt her to leave. Or perhaps she was never truly intending to remain for long. Either way, Zhuyu jumped down from the giant monster she rode and landed back into the sand. In his endeavor to speak with her, he had leapt quite a significant distance away from the ones who seemed quite intent on doing him harm.
It was time to remedy that.
With bright red flame and cinders, Zhuyu swung his right arm out to his side, and his mighty poleaxe materialized within his grasp. The fiery signal of the crystal grew stronger within his mind, urging him to demonstrate his power. Zhuyu's face remained neutral, and if it were possible, only became moreso when his left shoulder began to feel a surge of energy. In a fiery display, his l'Cie brand ignited and hovered over his left pectoral, and his eyes became completely crimson. His pupils, retina, and irises were all still distinguishable from one another, but were colored an intense red. The Will of Suzaku was now clear, and granted him his infamous Wings of Vermilion for the coming display of might.
Zhuyu's wings of flame didn't need to flap for him to fly. Them simply being there gifted him the ability to reach his maximum speed, even in the air. Hovering upward, Zhuyu collected energy into the vermilion wings. The intensity of his magical power was almost unreal. No different than when he clashed with Nimbus, the skies turned the color of blood as his power awakened, and dark, stormy clouds shifted in from out of nowhere. The earthen sands below him began to rumble, weave, and shake itself as if it were going mad. After enough power was collected, Zhuyu's wings enveloped him in a bright golden light, taking on the image of a phoenix, before soaring off toward Titan and Blackout. There was little time for introduction---Zhuyu moved at over 1,500 feet per second, closing the gap between himself and his foes in literally a fraction of a second.
He wound his arm back, brandishing his poleaxe within it. With a bestial roar, Zhuyu swung his axe in a mighty downward motion from within his fiery phoenix form, aiming for the ground in front of Titan. The shockwave from his powerful swing erupted in a full circle around him, ripping the land asunder in a mighty explosion that rung upward and parted even the black clouds above. Without Nimbus beneath his swing this time, there was no buffer to lessen the power, so Zhuyu did restrain himself enough not to shatter this world itself. He was to demonstrate his power---Something that could be done even without exercising all of it. The land and the sky wailed as Zhuyu created another crater, roughly half the size of the one he had made when he landed. It was more than likely to catch everyone within it; since Zhuyu was on a mission, the casualties were not his problem. Only the mission mattered.
He had given the man wearing the mask a fair enough warning---One he chose to ignore. He even seemed to have taken it as an insult, only proving to the currently-emotionless l'Cie how utterly overconfident he was in his experience. Zhuyu had gone toe to toe with others like himself---l'Cie with the might of gods, and he had never come out of it with a wound. Not even the great Eidolon Alexander, whose wrath had sewn the deaths of over 180,000 people and cleaved a continent in half with his Judgement, was able to scratch him. To face a l'Cie of Orience in battle was to commit suicide, plain and simple. With any luck, this display of power would show that the the people of other worlds. Hopefully it would keep them away from Orience itself, and of Rubrum.
As the dust of his attack settled, Zhuyu's slate blue eyes peered out over the horizon as he remained hovering in the air above his new crater. They spied upon the castle, which had begun to sink within the sands. The l'Cie had never seen anything quite like that. Though it did seem like something the people of Milites would invent in their lust for war and death... As the castle completed sinking, Zhuyu turned his attention back to the battle at hand. Summoning forth his fiery phoenix aura once more, Zhuyu loosed another deep, bestial roar that could be heard almost across the entire desert. His power began to rise, his magical energies seeping forth further and further as his radiant golden light spread farther and farther.
"Come!" Zhuyu cried dominantly as the wings of his fiery phoenix opened wide and whipped about to reveal him hovering in the center, "I am the Suzaku l'Cie, Zhuyu Voghfau Byot!"
ACTIONS PER POST USED: 3Zhuyu used Will of Suzaku. Wings of Vermilion is granted automatically with the ability, and doesn't count as a separate action. Zhuyu unleashed his earth-rending attack before Titan and Blackout. Ended by powering himself up further and taunting his foes into facing him. ABILITIES USEDName: Will of Suzaku Type: Limit Transformation Cooldown: Once Per Thread Duration: 3 Description: The crystal signals Zhuyu’s restraints be done away with, permitting him the full extent of his l’Cie power. Zhuyu gains Wings of Vermilion automatically upon using this ability, and it wears off when this form does as well. All negative status effects are removed from Zhuyu upon activation and he is immune to new ones until his next post. The damage of his abilities is increased by 1.5 times their normal amount, as well as pierce guards and defensive statuses such as Protect, Shell, and Reflect. He also gains access to more devastating abilities exclusive to this form, found in the Might of Suzaku category. After this form ends, Zhuyu retreats from the battle regardless of whether he wins or not in order to regain his energy and avoid turning into crystal. =By extension= Name: Wings of Vermilion Type: Passive - Physical Cooldown: 2 Duration: 6 Description: Zhuyu taps into his l’Cie powers more seriously, summoning his wings of bright red flame, allowing him to fly at incredible speeds, sailing across the sky like a shooting star. While active, he can use this ability as an evasion by taking to the skies or escaping the range of an attack in the blink of an eye. Dodging runs on a cooldown, but flight is passive while active. DURATIONSName: Will of Suzaku & Wings of Vermilion (3) - Status Immunity (1) COOLDOWNSName: Will of Suzaku (OPT)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 16:06:16 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The amber eyes of the beast watched as the woman of shadow played with her prey. Cloud was a bothersome man, but his youthful zeal was something to be appreciated. It caused a hunger to growl from his belly and onto his lips. The sounds of their voices were but murmurs in his ears, vibrations on the wind. In battle his body was a weapon and it became his means of scenting, feeling and seeing, sound becoming a lesser sense that did not require such hearty focus. Every granule of sand between his digits allowed him to pull his body ever closer to the battlefield. The excitement of battle invigorated him and the red dragon would pull the Darkness into his belly as he drew closer and closer to his goal. He trained his life into becoming a living weapon to be used by another, but there were no others willing of holding what little power he felt he had. The dejection of having no one to protect, the rage imbued by the selfishness of humans, it pushed the dragon closer and closer to the throes of combat.
By the time he was able to arrive Cloud had abandoned his vehicle, the gust attack swirling sands and winds across the field. His eyes watched as the masked man retreated from the place of combat. The taste of his darkness was familiar. To the dragon the man in question was no ally, but neither was he an enemy. He was merely a pawn to further advance the Darkness across worlds. Shifting his attention to the shooting star, the walking embodiment of his desires, the Titanic beast continued to charge. The masked man settled within range of his body. A mighty weapon triggered an instinctive measure of fear in the young beast, at least youthful when in comparison to the longevity of his kind. The polearm. It was the weapon of Dragon Hunters. His back arched as the beast’s lips curled back, showing off inhuman fangs. A hissing sound curled from between his teeth, almost like feral cat. The way his teeth clamped down gave no space for that tongue to lick against his lips at the pleasure of facing a man who would dare to fight in such a hellish land. The Wielders of Light knew naught when to quit and it only served to fill him with strength. The harder they fought the stronger he became!
The darkness that he had pulled into his belly drew up into his shoulders at the arching of his back. From his flesh erupted monstrous tendrils of bone which reached out like gigantic claws, threading in shape much like the malformed wings of a Cie’th. When the fire bird had spread his wings the beast only mimicked in fierce attempt to intimidate. The murderous spear was only indication of a possibility. Few could wield such a mighty weapon skillfully, and even fewer could slay dragonkin with it. But he was herald in precaution and would not submit to any foolish behaviors. The dead wings of bone looked useless, were indeed without love or care. They were undergrown, malformed. Even the bones of the digits were inherently thicker than in a normal wing, heavier. They were calloused, thus would be least capable of flight, but it made them strong and capable of gripping like a separate hand. Each length of bone pulsed with darkness before it began to spill from the joints in a thick, inky ooze. Little by little the darkness webbed over his digits, humming with energy.
When the firebird drew down his weapon, the dragon drew down his wings and in a mighty flap he spread them out to catch the force imposed by Zhyuu’s strike. When Zhyuu’s blade met the ground the power it evoked was used by the dragon as a jump, allowing him to use his wings to climb him into the air. Though the attack was not without its force, shand sharply cutting against his face and what raised stones pelting his body, he could ignore the pain easily. Slated and raised stone from the earth-rending attack would serve as the titanic creature’s jumping board. The beast would attempt to reach down and grab the masked man, who wield the ranged weaponry and carry him over the firebird as he soared from the range of combat. The dragon could taste Demona’s Wyverns, and it would be a simple enough task to divide what was left of the enemy as the mounted woman had left. It was pure opportunity. Had the masked man allow the dragon to grab him on the uplift he would drop him outside the range of battle beside him before landing on all fours, turning to face Zyhuu with his Wings of Darkness spread behind him. The hulking beast stood to his full height, hands held out at his sides as if he held claws to rend opponents with. The threatening stance was only furthered as dark, red scales began to form over his face, hardening like the crystal flesh of the cursed.
Horns began to grow from the points just above his brow before they curled back over his fiery mane of red. Sharp, demonic teeth gnashed as he let out a roar, directed at Zyhuu, challenging him! With Zyhuu directing his focus on the dragon, it would provide opportunity for Demona’s Wyverns, and perhaps the masked man, to act against the firebird, while the ladies dealt with Cloud, or each other in this compromising act of territorialism from Demona. For now, Zyhuu’s focus would be laid to him.
“And here this one thought he could do more than just drum at the ground like a Frog!” He clenched his hands into fists, ready for the firebird.
- Dragon Bloodline Flight: 1 Post Duration; 4 Cooldown Using his Dragon Bloodline, Fai can summon his wings to glide up to 6 feet across dangerous terrain or to flee the range of combat if he is on higher ground. He can also now carry weight other than his own with him. This ability is currently at second level and cannot be used for full flight as he cannot take his full shape. - Dragon Bloodline Intimidation: 2 Post Duration; 3 Cooldown Using his Dragon Bloodline, Fai can grow his horns and dragon scales along his face to intimidate an enemy into fighting him. This ability works like Provoke and draws the attention of any targeted enemy or ally. -Attempted to draw Blackout away with him to flee combat
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: @creed~!| NOTES: The Frog is known to cause Earthquakes when it twitches involuntarily, in old stories from Fai's world.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 18:17:53 GMT -5
[/font] Creed’s voice came from nowhere. Yet, her being was still unseen since vanishing into her Portal of Darkness. “You seem like the jealous ex type, bunny boiler.”Ripping a hole in the clear sky behind Demona was Creed’s portal, spitting her out with her arms out stretched before her. All four tentacles threw themselves forward, reaching out to wrap their way around her wings, body, legs, arms, whatever they could find so Creed could cuddle the giant butterfly from behind. Well, Creed liked to call it a tight Bind rather than a cuddle. “Now, bug off butterfly. I’m in the middle of a date with golden boy there.” Creed would whisper loudly in the pointy ears of the demon. As her unusual purple hue of eyes flickered down towards where Cloud once stood, she noticed the large sword pointing in her direction. The tip of the blade threatened both the dark saviour and the queen of gargoyles. Such a sight caused her frown. “Oh?” Her tendrils loosened from around the blue woman. With no grip to keep Creed in midair, she fell down towards the ground, landing in the golden sands which cushioned the impact of her thud. “Are we not playing anymore?” Creed pouted her lips, pretending to sulk as the blond haired man seemed to come across a little more serious than previous. Creed studied the male before her. His eyes were glowing even more so than before. The battle stance was more than enough to tell her to back away and not risk being harmed. Creed was never normally one to encourage a fight. She would much rather sit back and watch events take place than to take part in them herself. But yet, she felt obliged to assist in the group battle taking place. Her eyes looked over the large sword in his grasp, knowing full well it could easily slice through her dark tendrils with ease. Although it was painless and could just as quickly grow back as it was sliced, Creed found the whole slicing and dicing process rather annoying. That was the problem with fools with swords. They would almost always chop away at her tentacles thinking it would stop her. “Well, if we’re not playing. I guess we can just skip the date and marriage and go straight to the DIVORCE!” With her last word roaring from her lips, Creed stretched out her arms either side of her, with it came a heavy curtain of deep purple and black which poured from the aura of her body. Within seconds the battlefield was engulfed in a heavy dark fog. To all but Creed, it would be difficult to see through, thus, giving the saviour an advantage to start her attacks on those which threatened her - starting with the sword wielding blondie. [/ul]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 22:35:16 GMT -5
Too many words fell on deaf ears. This was a war on possession, which will dictate where this world stands in the balance of light and darkness. She didn't have time to discipline mouth children, who only felt complete with the last words. Shallow they were, and until any of them prove usefulness they were all worthless. Pawns cannot criticize a Knight or step up to the Queen. Neither had much of a plan or thought; that boy will do what she said, because he had nothing else in store, and the ingrate of a woman was as pathetic as they came. They all needed to be whipped into shape with a firm hand, but Demona hardly had the motherly touch to tolerate the insolence for long. One foot out of line, and she'll make them taste blood and dirt later.
She can overlook Blackout for now. His safety wasn't her concern when this was over, and if this all unraveled as she saw it, perhaps she would see how strong or lucky he was. Greed moved up to the top of her list; Titan never touched. It was an unspoken boundary. Her eyes were hotter than molten lava; she will have a clear memory to never do that again.
"I doubt you're his catch; I hardly see anything worthy," she hissed back between gritted teeth. The hold didn't last long with blonde as a divergent. The gargoyle could've gotten out of it, but that would mean crippling their numbers. She would delegate a worthy punishment; her skin will fold easily under her claws. Letting her wings beat hard, she helped the woman hit the floor generously, "fool."
Taking her post in the air, she watched it all. An orb of darkness bobbed around her, "Look for it. Even you can't resist it."
The darkness spiraled down in search for the it, the truest treasure of all worlds.
From afar, she wondered how much could she contain all of this. With hissed foreign words, a wind brushed past her before wrapping around Titan and Blackout. She smirked at the growth he established, "The fledgling found his wings."
The wyverns stayed in the air like vultures waiting.
Demona uses her wings to help Greed follow the laws of gravity.
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Cloud didn't know who the guy with the grey hair was. The Delivery Boy could get a feel of the power that this stranger had inside of him by just watching his body language alone, but ultimately what he thought he knew about this guy from looks alone, he was very, very far off his mark. The only good thing that the fake-SOLDIER could get out of the grey-haired stranger was that his sights were set upon those who stood against Strife back in the Dwarven Woodlands, namely the red-haired dragon-like... thing and the dark garbed humanoid. The mask that the latter wore made it impossible to tell for sure if it was the same person from the Woodlands, but the way the others asides from Zhuyu seemed to... well, acknowledge his presence and did not attack only gave further proof that it was the same man as before. Mind you, why wasn't he attacking them as he had done in the Woodlands? Guess it was too good to be true to think that Sora and Ventus had an additional ally besides himself. It didn't matter. Cloud had the women to deal with for the time being, potentially his biggest weakness, but thankfully it wasn't in that regard.
Both of the women could fly, or at least glide to some extend. Perhaps less so for the silver-haired woman with the purple eyes. After having dodged the Gust attack from the woman with the blue skin, the purple-eyed siren went and retaliated. That was exactly what the Delivery Boy had intended, but it didn't last for very long. After having wrapped her... well, whatever those things were, around the blue-skinned woman, the purple-eyed girl seemed to take offence with Cloud pointing his sword at her. It was fair warning, one he expressed with words as well as actions. If she attacked him, he would attack back. It was as simple as that. A hot, sticky wind blew past the young man as he kept is glowing eyes locked onto the women up in the sky, not forgetting about the Wyvern Heartless that loomed even further up. Grains of sand blew against Strife's boots in said passing wind, the subtle rustling reaching his ears but failed to divert his attention from the threads that loomed in the sky. He could jump that height easily and attack, but that didn't go down so well last time he tried it on the blue-skinned woman. No, somehow he had to get one or both of them back down on the ground. Seeing as his taunts on the winged woman had failed to work, it seemed the purple-eyed girl was the one he should focus on for the time being.
While the shifting sands and passing winds failed to catch Cloud's attention, the next actions of the grey-haired stranger from outer space, did not. Glancing away from the threats in the air, the Delivery Boy watched as the human meteor, as far as Cloud could tell, set himself flame and started to gather power into himself. The whole area started to shake and after catching his balance a couple of times, Cloud managed to steady himself enough to observe the human meteor grow wings of some sort. Hovering up into the air, an impressive poleaxe in hand, the grey-haired man flew across the area so fast that if you blinked, you'd have missed it. Impossible!! He gasped in his thoughts as he watched the human turn meteor once more and crash down into the desert with such impact that this time it was successful in knocking Strife down to one knee. With his free handing taking a fistful of sand, Cloud stabbed the Main Blade into the ground and forced himself back up to his feet in time to see the after effects of the stranger's incredible attack. A second crater, not as big as the first but still an impressive feat to pull off. Whatever was caught within that blast must have been turned to dust. What power... But was it all uncontrolled? Was this stranger unable to use only bits and pieces of his strength?
Catching movement out the corner of his eye, Cloud glanced back to the women nearby and noticed that one of them had come back down to his level. The one with the purple eyes and lack of clothing on one of her legs. It was a nice leg, he had to admit, but Tifa's were far better then hers. Blinking and returning his eyes back onto her own, Cloud frowned at the choice of words she spoke and realized that a battle with her was now unavoidable. Foolish... Did the warning he give not get the message across? Typical stubborn and overconfidence was in play here and Strife just wrapped both his hands around the handle of the Main Blade tightly as he readied himself for an attack. I should have attacked them both when they were in the air together... Stupid... He grumbled in his thoughts as his eyes flashed brightly, his determination to get involved in this battle solidfying. When the thick fog started to seep out of the silver-haired woman's aura, Cloud decided that he had waited long enough. The battle had begun, this woman was his opponent and he had to attack fast and hard before he was completely blinded by her fog attack.
With that in mind, Cloud's leather boots dug hard into the sand below as he launched himself directly for the purple-eyed woman. He had her in his sights and even as he dove head-first into her weird mist spell, Cloud could still 'see' where she was by feeling for the Darkness that surrounded her. Holding the Main Blade out before him, Cloud started to pull each of the five blades out of his harness and started to fix them onto the Main Blade, completing the Fusion Sword before even a couple of seconds had passed. Here, he held the blade up at arm's length and spun the large complete blade around in a couple of full circles, giving the weapon a bright blue aura, as if the weapon had been set aflame. This didn't help much in terms of being able to see, but that didn't matter. Creed was in front of him and he was attacking with everything he had. While the purple-eyed woman had already disappeared into her own fog, Cloud's eyes remembered where she was standing and when he thought he were close enough, Strife let rip Omnislash Version 5.
Faster then what Cloud had built Fusion Sword, the blade disassembled itself, spreading all five bade around the purple-eyed woman in a large circle. Cloud himself had gained the same fiery blue aura that his blade had before and with vastly increased speed, he zipped back and forth between his blades, striking out at where he thought Creed was five times in a matter of seconds. Once the fifth strike had been performed, Cloud flew up into the sky over Creed's head, took hold of the Main Blade and plummeted down into the ground, causing a large orange explosion to shake the ground and hopefully catch the purple-eyed woman, slamming her hard into the floor if it managed to hit her. Even with his goggles still on from riding Fenrir through the sandy desert, the fake-SOLDIER could not see through his fog very well. He didn't even know if he had managed to hit the woman who flirted with him earlier. Half of him hoped he hadn't... She didn't seem that bad of a person compared to the blue-skinned creature or her subordinates. The question was, how wide spread was this fog? Was it just effecting himself or had it spread across a vast area and caught Titan and everyone else in it too? Holding the Main Blade over his head, the five back and side blades that had sunk into the ground from his final strike of Omnislash, all flew up and reattached themselves to reform the Fusion Sword. From here, Cloud ran forwards, testing to see how wide spread this blinding fog was, but ultimately found himself tumbling down head over heals into the middle of the massive crater Zhuyu had created upon arriving in this world.
Actions
1. Charged Creed while she was casting Purple Haze and attacked using Omnislash Version 5.
2. Ran off to get out of Purple Haze but fell down into Zhuyu's bigger crater.
3. N/A
Cool Downs
Omnislash Version 5 – 5 Posts. Type: Physical Description: Ejecting all the swords from his Fusion Sword, Cloud will quickly strike his opponent with each blade individually for a total of 5 hits, where he will then leap above his opponent and with the sixth blade, plummet down upon them with a final almighty strike, smashing his foe hard into the ground. [Cool Down]: 5 Posts. [Damage]: Very Heavy.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 15:30:33 GMT -5
Shiro "Blackout" Utago has been removed from the Raid for not posting within four days.
Lord Zhuyu is next to post in the thread. He has until tomorrow at 10:06PM PST when the raid will close if no winner is decided and be reviewed.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 1:30:51 GMT -5
The Staff is Reviewing this Raid!
The battle is over!
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