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Raid #5
Sept 24, 2012 21:06:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2012 21:06:30 GMT -5
Radiant Garden|Hollow Bastion has been attacked by Light. Light Group | Attacking: Squall Leonhart [Leader]
Rinoa Heartilly [/size] Genesis Rhapsodos[/size][/blockquote] ----- The Darkness or Neutral have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Light will have a claim on the world! Light, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Darkness or Neutral get a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Raid #5
Sept 28, 2012 0:43:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2012 0:43:36 GMT -5
Rinoa Heartilly has been removed from the Raid by request.
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Raid #5
Sept 28, 2012 22:22:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2012 22:22:07 GMT -5
A Dark Group of Two has Countered the Attack! Dark Group | Defending:
Vanitas
[/size] [ Leader] Ansem, Seeker of Darkness [/blockquote] ---- Posting Order: Squall, Vanitas, Genesis, then Ansem, Seeker of Darkness---- If no winner has been decided by October 28th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!!
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Raid #5
Sept 29, 2012 15:18:21 GMT -5
Post by thelion on Sept 29, 2012 15:18:21 GMT -5
The town of Radiant Garden seemed to hold a strange and unusually peaceful demeanor about it, and yet given the messages that he had received some time ago in Traverse Town suggested otherwise, Leon couldn't help but sense something was wrong as he made his way beyond the Bailey. The soles of his boots crunched softly upon the dirt as he made his way beyond the safety of the stone walls, his direction of travel pointed towards the castle of Hollow Bastion. There was something about the air here today, whether it was an unusual feeling of dread, or perhaps just a misplaced suspicion coped with paranoia, the brunette could feel within himself that the Garden was different. Rinoa had stayed behind to keep an eye on the Ragnarok, yet the Proud Lion suspected that she would not be leaving anytime soon, especially if the likelihood of a fight breaking out proved to be true. Regardless though the Relentless Revolver assured himself that she would be safe, and out of harm's way for the time being. At least he would be able to ease his mind knowing where she was, and that he would be able to focus on his duty more easily. His other friends required help for the moment, and yet despite the urgency behind the distress call that had been sent, it appeared to the leader of the Restoration Committee that no one was to be found.
There were no signs of activity for as much as he could tell, making a pass through the town with his newest of acquaintances, a man in a crimson coat searching for Cloud Strife. There had been no signs of struggle or conflict either, and yet Leon knew for certain something was wrong. The Academy could possibly hold answers, and might be where everyone was congregated, yet Leonhart wanted to wait and make that one of his last stops of his patrol. The building was almost a fortress, and Squall suspected that if no one was hiding out in Ansem's old study, perhaps Cid or maybe Aerith, then it was quite possible they would be held up there for defense. A soft breeze swept thorough the canyon leading up to the castle's Postern, and Leon closed his eyes ever so slightly as he felt the unsettling cold of the wind grace his skin, and rustle the leather and cotton of his clothing; the silver accessories of his attire jingling faintly as they collided with one another.
Entering the Postern, Squall took the time to pause his advancement, and stopped near the edge of its radius furthest from the structure of the iron clad castle, then took a moment to gaze over the skyline of the town. His eyes narrowed as he pondered once more how odd the scene seemed to appear, as though no one had been here for days, and no battles had occurred in weeks, if not months. The end of the war with the Heartless Horsemen had certainly allowed for peace to prosper without hindrance in the days that followed, but Leon could sense that this was a different kind of peace. It was a calm he often recognized, yet one he certainly did not expect to linger over a town he considered to be a home to himself and others close to him. It was a calm before a storm, the eerie inevitable silence that gripped an area before a battle like death would cling to a ill fated man waiting in bed to die. It was commonly unsettling to those not well versed in the art of battle and war, yet it struck a great familiarity within that of the Lion of Balamb Garden.
(That's funny...I figured this distress call was important. Where is everyone?)
"Well this is exciting..." mused Squall out loud to himself in a tone of pure sarcasm. There remained nothing to investigate outside for the time being, that much he had assessed before turning away from the view of the town, and proceeded to cross the expanse of the Postern once more. Leon figured it was time to investigate the study of Ansem the Wise and the lab beyond it, as it would be a good place as any to find some of his missing comrades. As he anticipated the man known as Genesis would eventually follow suit and seek to meet up with the Revolver wielder soon, Leon stopped to cast a glance over his shoulder toward the direction he had come, only to find nothing and no sign of the Crimson SOLDIER. (Maybe he's still searching the town...) thought Leon to himself, then turned away toward the lab again to focus on the duty he had charged himself with. With any luck the mystery behind the Garden would reveal itself in due time; Leon could only hope.
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Raid #5
Sept 30, 2012 14:31:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2012 14:31:38 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: Scherzo De Notte Tagged: Vanitas, Squall, GenGen, Ansem Comments:Crap post is Craaaaap
Vanitas had been to Radiant Garden multiple times now, and each time he had just been more and more disappointed. The first time had been in the world’s prime, when it truly was this grand beacon of light, which made the masked boy nearly want to puke from how bright it was. Then, it had been just too bright, and infecting it with his Unversed had been more than easy enough, as well as effective in it’s destruction, or future turmoil and destruction. The next few times, he had come when this place had been destroyed, but was being rebuilt. The sad state of the world somehow made it yet more disgusting, the world as it stood being a failed beacon that lived only on hope at this point. And now Vanitas was returning yet again, and the world was still in a state of disrepair and recovery efforts. Disgusting. This world had nearly four years now to make repairs and bring it back up to snuff, and yet they couldn’t even do that.
So here Vanitas was, crossing the darkness and emptying himself out at the Postern, mere moments after the Lion of Balbamb had glanced back to find the Crimson Soldier. Mask covering his face, Vanitas stepped through and let the portal close behind him, smirking beneath that black opaque mask. This place needed a touch more destruction and chaos, and Vanitas’ new “Friend” would soon arrive to reclaim the world soon enough. With a quick hop, he landed on the Postern itself and rolled his neck from side to side, taking glances about. Pitiful. “Just as disgustingly bright.” Vanitas mused to himself as he sighed, then noticing the man going into the castle. Well, might as well check for hints about his two follies before taking Victims. “Hey, you there. Know anyone by the name of Sora or Ventus?” He’d say. Whther the man gave an answer or not though, Vanitas would still make sure to take him out. |
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Raid #5
Sept 30, 2012 20:52:44 GMT -5
Post by genesis on Sept 30, 2012 20:52:44 GMT -5
The feeling that the Proud Lion felt was not something he had the pleasure of experiencing alone. There was certainly something most shady going on in this world and it was feeling that the Crimson SOLDIER had felt one too many times before. Back on Gaia and throughout the worlds that made up the stars of the night sky, Genesis had felt this feeling himself and he knew it was only going to lead to trouble. However, that didn't explain the smirk that was spread across his face. He was exciting over something, yet this feeling that the Lion and the SOLDIER shared was not one to be pleased over. There was one good reason however as to why the SOLDIER 1st Class was amused. His opponent back upon Destiny Island had somehow managed to find his way to this world at pretty much the same time Genesis himself had. But why? Was the Keybarer of Darkness following him, or was it mere coincidence? Time would tell and time would reveal petty insults from the mouth of the Dark Keybarer for sure.
But that was fine. Sure, victory may have went the way of the forces of Darkness during the battle that spread across Destiny Island, but the SOLDIER 1st Class did not loose that fight. He would not be here on this world if that was the case. The Keybarer spoke of how he'd 'end' the LOVELESS Quoter, but he was obviously too weak to back up his words if the One Winged SOLDIER was still alive and breathing. So why was Genesis smiling? Revenge? Being able to cross blades with a powerful opponent again? An urge to prove the Keybarer wrong? Things were going to be different this time around, both in how combat progressed and with who was entering combat. Squall 'Leon' Leonhart, a powerful young man met within Traverse Town, had offered an invitation for Genesis to accompany him to Radiant Garden so he could further his search for Cloud Strife. An offer he could not refuse. This young man, this 'Leon', there was something extraordinary about him. Watching him do battle would certainly answer a few questions about his person.
It'll be good to see him fight... Even better if I could fight him myself... Thought the SOLDIER 1st Class to himself as he listened to the powerful beats of his large black angel wing carrying him through the skies of this world. The town of Radiant Garden was directly below and the place appeared to be deserted. A ghost town. That feeling Squall felt... the 'calm before the storm', described this pretty well. It was better this way. With everyone in hiding or off-world, there would be less casualties if the incoming battle would erupt into something catastrophic. Chances of that happened felt slim though, but it was never smart to count ones chickens before they hatched. I can feel the aura of that Dark Keybarer... It would work out better for me to engage him once more. I at least have the most recent combat experience facing him... Genesis thought to himself once more as his bright blue eyes flicked from area to area below him as he continued to fly over Radiant Garden.
Sure enough, as he was flying over the Postern, Genesis quickly managed to pinpoint the location of both Leonhart and his shadowy follower. The moment he did so, he tucked his knees in and angled his body down so he begun to plummet. Free falling, allowing gravity to bring him to terminal velocity, Genesis beat his wing to further increase his falling speed. During his descent, he summoned his Rapier to hand, preparing himself. Closing his eyes, feeling the wind battered his clothes and face as he fell, the SOLDIER's smirk remained present across his lips. It stayed in place even when he neared the ground, to which he threw his body forth in a foward flip, turning himself around so he fell feet first. With an almighty beat of his wing, the SOLDIER reduced his descent speed down to zero, where he was able to softly land upon his feet as the pressure of the air blasted away dust covering the ground. With his smirk growing wider, the SOLDIER raised his Rapier up to eye level and pointed the slender, crimson blade towards Vanitas. "Hey, where are you running away to? Our fight isn't over yet!"
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Raid #5
Oct 2, 2012 18:29:39 GMT -5
Post by deshitana6 on Oct 2, 2012 18:29:39 GMT -5
Radiant Garden…How long has it been since this place has been called by its original name?[/color] were the thoughts of the brown cloaked figured that watched the town from the shadows of darkness. All around the figure the Heartless moved here and there seeking to be unleashed upon the world that Light sought to hold onto so dearly. The figure in the dark didn’t stop the creatures from gaining their wish. No, the figure helped them instead as it passed an invisible hand over the darkness and created a tear for them to slip through. In pleasure, the figure watched as the Heartless tormented the citizens and chased them inside their homes or shops hoping that the creatures wouldn’t enter. Ha! As if physical objects could halt a Heartless from gaining a Heart it sought. No, with ease they could sink into the walls, come through floor or ceilings and take that beautiful beating Heart and sink it into Darkness, but for now the Heartless did not bother the ones inside. Instead they took to preying on those that could not escape in time.
The cloaked figure watched the Heartless play and feed with amusement before moving through the shadows exploring the town taking in how much it had changed…or did not change. Years ago when the Darkness seeped from Hollow Bastion into the town, it had consumed everything and while the Darkness did indeed get beaten back and the town tried to recover, the Darkness always came back time and time again, keeping the place in ruins. It was a beautifully tragic town that tugged on various memories within the Heartless. Some memories belonged to his original Xehanort while others belonged to the keyblader Terra. A complicate mess that was enough to drive one without a purpose or a strong mind insane; however, this figure would not be pushed into madness so easily. No, the Heart under the robes was black…black as darkness itself and lived to see worlds fall and stay within Darkness. It enjoyed devouring other Hearts and watching the Heartless do the same. It enjoyed watching the struggle that those that clung to Light so desperately fought when the solution to their problem was simple enough. All they had to do was surrender to the Darkness and then they’d be free, but those blinded by Light could not see that and so suffered. It was agitating that most did not see this simple truth, but the foolish were stubborn and hard to turn, so what could not be turned had to be broken and what was broken...devoured. There was no other option. Not in this black Heart’s mind.
The figure continued to move through the shadows taking in the town and thinking how nice it would be to reclaim this world that was once his. Return it to the former glory it was when its name had been Hollow Bastion and erasing this hope that Light continuously tried to bring. Already the creature had seen the newest addition to the town, a strange high tech building out of place and reeking with Light. A place he'd see fall before the day was out. There would be no room for such places or hope once he was done with this place. There would only be room to obey.
The creature continued to walk and only paused as he sensed the presence of others in his territory. Stretching out his senses he could see them each clearly.
One was a very annoying and strong Light that had tried to keep this place clear of the Dark ever since he stepped foot in the place while the other was the Darkness that had drawn him here. A half Heart from the past that was equally as stained as him and enjoyed destruction even more so than he did. An interesting ally that had served him well in the past and one he did not think would fail him now. He seemed to be keeping the Light company.
Now that would be an interesting show to see. Maybe he should—
His thoughts came to a halt as he sensed another. One of the Dark, but with intentions to…help the Light. The lower ranking Heartless that had been hovering around the cloaked figure scattered in fear as the area around the being became cold. They knew he was angry and while he would lash out at whatever was near him like some, the weaker creatures' instincts to avoid stronger Heartless when they were angry kept them away, but the cloaked figure did not mind as he used the shadows to travel to the area where everyone was gathered.
“Why must Light constantly start wars with a force they cannot hope to destroy? Why won’t you simply submit?” the cold calm voice of the Heartless who remained unseen echoed around the Postern addressing the warrior that belonged to the Light and his ally before a silence came. As the silence fell Darkness began to form on the path that Squall wished to take. Slowly, it swirled until it finally formed into the figure of a man before becoming solid and sweeping away leaving a form familiar to anyone who had lived in the Garden for a long time. The pieces that made him up had been here many times until finally this form was made, but the man in the strange clothing with the symbol of the Heartless worn proudly upon his chest was unmistakable. This was the man...no creature with the stolen name. The one called Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness...a piece of the one know as Xehanort.
The Heartless stood firmly on the path making it hard to get around him sense he took the center of it. Ths position locked Squall between himself and Vanitas, so that no matter which way the man went, he’d have to face one or the other to get away or through. The man was trapped in that regard, but the Heartless did not attack as his amber eyes observed the young man for a while before they moved calmly to the man dressed in red. The Darkness, on the wrong side of the battle. He observed the man coldly not pleased with him, but not really interested in him at the moment.
After all revenge was reeking off of him and revenge could easily lead to the fall back into Darkness. It would be interesting to see him action, especially against his keyblader friend as it would seem -- from the words he caught-- the man had already had a brush in with the boy and now wanted to finish business. A futile effort. The man would not win.
How unfortunate he had not taken his chance to flee while he could. Now, revenge would lead him to his death. Such a waste. He could’ve used a warrior like the crimson clad man on his side, but as it stood now, he was an obstacle and one that had to be taken down.
He was quite certain his ally would be able to handle the man with no problem, so no worries there. He could focus now on his own target and worry about crushing the warrior of Darkness later. After all it would be rude to ignore the main thing he wanted to crush-- the Light--wouldn't it? Focused now, his amber eyes returned to the man as he observed his target carefully knowing that he'd be a tough one to defeat, but the reward afterwards was worth the risk of injuries and what not, so he did not mind the challenge before him and if his ally wanted to join the fun of crushing the Light warrior then fine by him. The more the Light suffered before it was snuffed out the sweeter the victory would be.
But enough thought it was time to work. Ansem had given the pair time to answer his question if they wished, but regardless of the response, the Heartless would smirk at the man that called himself "Leon" as he began to float in his spot. As he did this, Darkness swirled around him quickly before being pushed forcefully away by an unseen force revealing that the man shaped Heartless was no longer alone. At his back was a large creature that reeked of more malice and violent intent than the man it sought to protect. The Guardian growled as its glowing eyes locked on the man before it, wanting nothing more to shred the guy to bits, but the man in front of it remained calm as he pointed at Squall.
“Come stubborn Light. Show me your strength,” he told the man in cold tones before folding his arms against his chest, his smirk never leaving as he waited to see just how entertaining or boring this warrior would be.
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Raid #5
Oct 3, 2012 12:38:48 GMT -5
Post by thelion on Oct 3, 2012 12:38:48 GMT -5
For the moment Leon had thought himself to be alone, he had been gravely mistaken, for the moment he turned his back, the unmistakable sound of a dark corridor filled the air. The brunette stopped in his tracks and looked back across the Postern to see an individual in a black and crimson outfit, complete with a dark mask that shielded his face from view. From the moment he set sights upon Vanitas, Leonhart determined that this youth was trouble, for the way he spoke about Sora and another name he did not recognized was far too inquisitive to suggest he did not hold ulterior motives. The feeling the Proud Lion received from the aura of this Masked Boy's presence was dark, very dark, and already had Leon at odds with what to make out of this situation, and the half heart's question. His blue eyes narrowed as he thought about the words of Vanitas, his stature remaining fixated there upon the staircase with uneven footing. Leon already knew from the moment it was asked that he was not going to give up information on Sora's whereabouts, and unfortunately for this kid, he had picked the wrong person to interrogate about the Key That Connected Everything.
Though just as Squall was about to open his lips to speak, another sound descended from the sky, revealing the source to be Genesis who had gracefully landed upon the Postern with several lapses of his feathered black wing. The SOLDIER's words indicated to Leonhart that the boy and Genesis had crossed paths before, and the sight of the man's lengthy crimson sword was enough evidence for the Proud Lion to know that Rhapsodos intended to finish what they had started. For a moment longer Leon watched the 1st Class stare down his prey, then looked around the area in surprise as another voice seemed to fill the very air that surrounded them. The tone of the voice was deep and held a sense of authority behind it, yet the source could not be found as the Lion of Balamb scanned the area with blue eyes of sincerity.
It was then to his right, as he had turned to look at Vanitas, that a flurry of darkness erupted from the earth just beyond his position. On the path before him, blocking the path to Ansem the Wise's study, stood a man that bore a striking resemblance to a painting that formerly hung withing the very room Leon was trying to get to. Blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the man formerly known as Xehanort, recalling what King Mickey had told Sora, Donald and Goofy the day Organization XIII had attacked the town; the day the Battle of 1000 Heartless had occurred. The manner of which this man talked of the light within Squall, was mocking, as though he found humor and annoyance out of the efforts of those who fought to restore peace and harmony to the worlds. He had spoken about the Darkness as though it were an indomitable force, which reminded Leon much of every Warrior of Chaos and enemy that had told him in the past he could not contend with the might of their forces. Leonhart recalled that he was still here standing and breathing, and disregarded Ansem's taunts as they bounced off his unwavering composure.
(Seems he's not going to let me by. I might have to fight my way to the Lab.)
Squall thought to himself for a moment, and watched the Darkness rise and swirl about the Heartless' being, eventually revealing The Guardian as it arose behind Ansem's back. As the dark force set sights on Leonhart, and let out a growl, the Leader of the Restoration Committee slowly closed his eyes and held out his right hand. A flash of light consumed the black glove, and once the brightness dissipated, Squall's Revolver gunblade was gripped firmly by the black leather hilt. With a single quick rotation of his wrist, Leon flipped the weapon then rested it upon his right shoulder as he looked fearlessly into the eyes of Ansem and his Guardian. The eyes of Darkness that sought to rob this world of all remaining Light. Time seemed to slow for an instant as Leonhart thought about his duty, and what would possibly be riding on this next fight. His thoughts eventually rested on Rinoa and Sora, as well as the rest of his friends that were dear to him, the ones that also called this place home. They were all counting on him to uphold the Light in this world, and Leon knew whole heartily, that he could not fail them.
"Strength and solitude are by my side. Show me what you got," stated Squall, the sound of his voice and the tone indicating that he held no fear. He remained focused on the task at hand, which had quickly become to eliminate the dark forces threatening Radiant Garden. It took them a while to show, but Leon knew from the moment he had returned to this world that there was going to be trouble, and it would seem it had finally found them. Without warning the Proud Lion took a leap from the higher steps he stood upon, gaining a fair amount of air before holding out his hand toward Ansem. "Gotcha!" yelled the Proud Lion, unleashing a widespread Mystic Flurry around the Heartless, intending to trap him with the detonations of the orbs. In fluid motion Squall landed before the Heartless, and made a quick dash forward to attempt a diagonal slash from below. The fight for Radiant Garden had just begun. ~~~~~ Abilities UsedMysticFlurry – Leonhart fires several spells of ice at an intended target, which turn into lightning strikes upon detonation, and can knock said opposition away from the Proud Lion. 2 post cool down.
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Raid #5
Oct 3, 2012 15:30:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2012 15:30:53 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: Scherzo De Notte Tagged: Vanitas, Squall, GenGen, Ansem Comments: Time to actually use Splicer.
Well, things certainly went from boring to interesting really quick. The archon of Chaos that was Vanitas had not expected this little revelation, and that suited him fine. Chaos was his nature and game, and the Dark Knight of Xehanort would face off against one or more of the White Knights of this world. It had seemed as though Squall would be his opponent, but things had changed. Instead of the Proud Lion being his opponent, from out of the skye and landing with a slam on the Postern came the man known as Genesis, someone Vanitas had grown to know from their encounter on Destiny Islands. The man had been a challenge, but not something Vanitas couldn’t face and defeat, has he had done then. Even with his flashy skills and clone, the man had failed to fend off Vanitas and his own allies of the war. He had broken his Apprentice to prove his point, only just keeping his friend from breaking his his friend’s annoying ability to escape. Well this time, Vanitas once more had help.
He smirked beneath his mask at the Crimson warrior’s words. They were not finished at all, not by a longshot. This man clearly desired to suffer more, and Vanitas would willingly give that to the man. What’s more, by the fact that Leon had not answered Vanitas’ question, it meant that this place perhaps help significance to Sora. Ventus was obvious, but Sora too. How convenient. Well, Vanitas just had to make sure this world fell upon the same fate as Destiny Islands then, and swayed for the Darkness. This world would suffer the same fate, befalling to the darkness via his hands, and the hands of one of the shells of his former Master Xehanort.
“Do you not fear me? I defeated you clearly in our previous encounter…” Vanitas said his unnatural half-heart seemingly to amplify it’s beating to Genesis’ ears. The unnatural state and the off-key beats that did not line up would prove unsettling should the man succumb to the Keybearer’s technique, summoning his key blade and holding it over his head. “Clearly I need to destroy you even further. One such as you who lives in Darkness should not be standing to fight alongside Light. An abomination as yourself needs to be cleansed!” he said, bringing his key blade overhead and letting time slow around him as his speed rapidly increased, teleporting in a flash to begin on of his little used techniques by flashing around the crimson champion a number of times to strike, each flash holding two strikes and between each flash a new teleporting flash around the man as he floated and around him at various angles. |
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Abilities: Dark Splicer – Vanitas teleports toward his target and slows time around him, slashing multiple times while teleporting around the target and leaving an after Image. [2 Post duration] [2 Post Cooldown] Frightful Presence - Vanitas's true strength lies in the unnatural state of his existence, something even those not attuned to the heart can sense. Having learned to manipulate this, Vanitas is able to increase this sensation to inflict a Status effect of Fear On a single enemy of his choice. It has a 20% chance of taking effect, rolled with the rand code (1-8, no effect; 9-10, effect takes hold). Those afflicted with the Fear Status effect become frightful of Vanitas and his seemingly paradoxical existence, unable to react to his moves for 1 post and effectively becoming shaken and paralyzed from Fear, leaving them open to attack. If they do not become afflicted with fear the first time, they cannot become afflicted for the rest of the thread. [1 Post Status duration, 3 Post Cooldown] [/right] [#@rand#=7.124249582411721%@]
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Oct 5, 2012 18:35:56 GMT -5
Post by genesis on Oct 5, 2012 18:35:56 GMT -5
A wild smirk, perhaps a dangerous one, was spread across the lips of the Crimson SOLDIER as he stared the Dark Keybarer down. While the boy had proved himself back on Destiny Island, their encounter had not lasted nearly long enough for, Genesis hoped, either of them to show their true potential. Sure, the stories surrounding the Keybarers and their strength was something ordinary people could only dream about. But was it really as hyped up as it was proclaimed? The auburn-haired man certainly hoped not. While it wasmildly irritating that the one known as Vanitas clung to desperately to the 'victory' he thought he had over the SOLDIER, the Quoter of LOVELESS had to laugh to himself at such simple stupidity that left the boys lips. A glance was sent over towards the Proud Lion followed by a subtle nod of his head as his glowing eyes flashed as if acknowledging the Commander to leave this boy to him.
Attention was sent towards the newest arrival to the scene for but a moment. A male with silver hair and unusual clothing, carrying an equally unusual but certainly sinister aura about him, had come to block the Proud Lion from venture any further along the path he wished to walk. Genesis was confident enough that 'Leon's' Light was more then enough to squash either of the users of Darkness that had appeared before them. The only question that popped into the SOLDIER 1st Class's might right now was whether these two users of the Dark would team up and fight unfairly. Well, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take a page of their book, would it? Regardless, the breeze blew past and with it, caught the SOLDIER's attention and returned it back to the black and red armoured boy.
The words Vanitas spoke suddenly caused the SOLDIER 1st Class to throw his head back and let out a billowing laugh that lasted a good few seconds. Leaning forwards and placing his hands onto his knees to support himself, further laughs and chuckles pouring from his chest, Genesis finally managed to control himself, stand back upright and return a deathly serious glare towards the Keybarer. "I didn't catch that due to your utter stupidity." Genesis brought his Rapier down to his side, his fingers gripping the handle of the decorated weapon tightly, the leather glove covering his hand creaking as a result. Smirking, though keeping his cold eyed stare locked onto the Keybarer, Genesis brought up his free hand and waved his finger before him softly as he began to speak. "You don't know the meaning of the word 'Fear' and you certainly don't know the meaning of 'victory' and 'defeat'. You think you WON when we fought on Destiny Island?! Ahahahaaa!!"
A sudden, very strange feeling spread throughout the SOLDIER's entire body. Though keeping his glare locked onto the Dark Keybarer, he suddenly found himself unable to move or continue speaking. A second later and Genesis suddenly found himself in a pitch black location. There was absolutely nothing around him, only the complete emptiness and loneliness of Darkness. A brow was raised as questions galore began to zip in and out of the SOLDIER's mind. Where the heck was he now? What happened to the Keybarer and where did Squall and the grey-haired newcomer go? A sudden flash of light erupted out of the Darkness before him and Genesis was forced to throw up his hands and shield his eyes with them instantly. A pained grunt escaped his lips from the sheer brightness that felt as it was penetrating his hands and eyelids and still burning his retinas. As the light faded after what felt like an eternity, Genesis creaked open one eye slightly and glanced through a gap between his fingers. Swirling masses of energy of all shades of green was now washing about him at waist height and headed off in every direction he looked.
A couple of blinks of his bright blue eyes and a confused pause later, the SOLDIER took a step forwards before he head the rustling of armour behind him. Glancing over his right shoulder, Genesis' eyebrow was still raised in confusion. What he saw behind him however, he was not expecting in the slightest. There she was... the Goddess herself... Minerva. Genesis' mouth fell open and nearly hit the floor as his eyes widened. What was she doing here? Had she rescued him from Vanitas? The Quoter of LOVELESS temporarily didn't know what to do. His mind was blank, his mouth was dry, his heartbeat was erratic. Swallowing hard, Genesis took a step forth towards the Goddess and kept his bright blue gaze locked onto her own divine orbs. Lifting up his arms, experiencing a serious case of deja vu, Genesis wondered for a moment if he was living on 'borrowed time'. The Goddess had met him within the Lifestream after he lost his final battle against Zack Fair. However, it apparently wasn't his time then and after a shake of her head, Genesis woke up at Deepground with Nero and Weiss.
The fight with Vanitas, the world of Radiant Garden and even his ally Squall, they had all been forgotten. "... So this is it? My time has come?" No answer came from the gorgeous yet very heavily armed and armoured deity, just a stone-like stare. The rustling of leather reached Genesis ears but wasn't acknowledged as he took another step towards her. Why wasn't she answering him? Wasn't she happy with him? All his life, everything the SOLDIER 1st Class had done had been for her... for the Goddess. Why wasn't she happy? What more did she want from him?! The subtle clanking of armour tore Genesis out of his thoughts as he laid eyes upon the Goddess, slowly shaking her head from side to side. His eyes shot open wide and his arms dropped down to his waist.
"I'm sorry..." It was barely a whisper, but before Genesis could do anything to question what she meant, the Goddess drew her sword, raised it high above her head and swiftly brought it down upon the Crimson SOLDIER. An instant before it struck, Genesis awoke back in the real world, finding himself staggering forwards and stumbling down onto his knees, then his chest. His breath had returned. He could feel his pulse, his heartbeat that was beating quickly, erratically. A cold sweat had formed upon his forehead as his pupils had become diluted. What on Gaia had just happened? Why would the Goddess strike one of her move devoted believers and followers? Sharp pains shot through the SOLDIER's arms and chest as he forced himself up onto his knees. A gloved hand was brought up to his head to check for wounds. No gaping hole and no signs of blood... what the heck just happened and why was his torso and arms hurting so much?
Slowly, carefully, Genesis pushed himself back up onto his feet and took a second to check out his surrounding. He was back in Radiant Garden... Vanitas, Squall and the mysterious grey-haired man... What? Where...? Calming his heavy breathing and slowing his beating heart, Genesis turned about and picked up his Rapier that had fallen from his grasp as he tumbled to the ground. "W-what... just happened?" The SOLDIER 1st Class queried as he looked off towards Squall and then back to Vanitas for some answers. Whatever spell or technique this young man had used, it had obviously taken effect.
-=Cooldowns=- Stunned/Paralysed -- Genesis has been stunned from the Fear Effect and cannot use any abilities until his next post.
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Raid #5
Oct 6, 2012 19:57:28 GMT -5
Post by deshitana6 on Oct 6, 2012 19:57:28 GMT -5
What a shame he had to deal with a Light Warrior. If it weren’t for the warrior, he would’ve been able to watch his prized ally unleash hell upon the Dark Warrior that thought it fitting to side with the foolish Light. The Heartless had caught the beginning of what he was sure was an entertaining technique coming from the half-Heart of Darkness, but had no time to focus on what it did as his attention turned to his target instead. The young man had decided not to answer his question, an unsurprising thing from those of Light. Always they resisted to acknowledge the truth with actions, words, or silence. Always the same. Very boring. Oh well. At least he’d be able to collect data on this Warrior of Light, so he supposed that was a plus in a way...provided this one could keep him entertained.
In any case, the Warrior of Light reacted calmly to the threat of the Guardian, closing his eyes as he held out his right hand and summoned a strange weapon that was a mix of blade and a gun. A strange weapon that this man was particularly skilled at using or so the dark ones had told him. It would be interesting to see if the weapon had any bite in it like a keyblade did or if it was just a flashy toy in this warrior’s hands. Time would tell.
As the young man looked into the eyes of the smirking Heartless and his Guardian, Ansem could read easily the thoughts which gave this man strength. His friends and loved ones…the usually silliness that Light grasped onto when forced into battle. Foolish. Weak. They could never know true power by relying on others. Ansem knew this well and so did not rely on people like the Light did. No. If you wanted this particular Heartless to regard you as equal then you could not hold onto friends or any of the silly ideas that Light tried to fill people’s minds and Hearts with. You had to grasp power and use, relying on no one, but yourself to get your goals done. Everything and everyone else were just tools to be used. This was the way of the Darkness and in turn of nature. Only the strong came out on top. No amount of hope or fluffy dreams could change that cruel fact. No, the Light only halted the inevitable for a while…because in the end, even the Light had to go out. Everything would return to the Darkness. Such was way of the world.
However, Ansem knew he could not speak to this one about such things and enlightened him with the truth. The Light was much too strong within him, making him stubborn and hard headed. A child lost because he would not listen to those wiser than him. A child that needed to be erased since it no longer had use in this world. This battle would be an act of mercy for this man. To lose would save him from suffering later. While he may continue to fight, he’d eventually get tired of the struggle and when that happened the Heartless would be there to welcome him into the sweet embrace of Darkness. There was no other path for one such as this one.
So as the young man rested his blade upon his shoulder, thought his thoughts, and spoke his words, Ansem waited patiently for what the man would do. The spoken challenge had been accepted a long time ago. Now, he wanted actions to be made and results reaped. The man gave him his silent wish a few seconds later. As Vanitas unleashed his attack upon the crimson clad man so too would this man unleash his own attack upon the Heartless. The man used the steps to gain a fair amount air before holding his hand out attempting to use a ranged attack on the Heartless; however, just as the man moved, the Heartless drifted backward slightly.
“Come Guardian!” the Heartless would command his Guardian as the man began to unleash his spell. Without hesitation the Guardian vanished from behind Ansem and materialized before him just as the first ball of the spell hit. Moving carefully, Ansem was able to block most of the shots, the Guardian absorbing them as if they were nothing; however, a few shots off to the side were able to hit him in the leg and the side. The electrical shock from the icy blast were indeed painful and caused the Heartless to drift back further; however, the damage done was not enough to keep this Heartless down. Shaking off the effects Ansem would prepare for the man’s next strike as the Guardian vanished from before him only to appear seconds later behind the floating man once more.
As this happened, the man would land before him, dash forward, and bring his sword up in a diagonal strike from below. The smirk on Ansem's face became a shark like grin as he moved back slightly keeping the distance between himself and the man close, but creating enough of a gap for the blade to be of no threat to him. He watched as the blade rose upward slowly, the wind of the swing easily felt as the blade continued to move on its path. When the dangerous sharp end of the weapon passed by, Ansem quickly turn slightly to the left side before moving into the small opening with a shoulder ram, hoping that the heavy bump and the man’s own momentum would knock him off balance. Successful or not, he would keep the gap small as he turned slightly to the right as his Guardian leaned over and used the extra momentum from the turn to bring down a punch upon the Warrior of Light. An attack that would be heavy enough to leave the man hurting and winded, depending on how much of the full blow hit him.
The attacks were dished out in an unexpectedly quick and vicious fashion that would not be expected of the floating man or his large Guardian; however, just as quickly as the attacks had come the Heartless drifted away slightly keeping himself in motion as he watched to see just how well this guy handle what he had done. After all, the Heartless was just toying with the warrior…for now.
As he continued to move, he smirk remain on his as he waited almost impatiently for results. For you see, it had been quite a while since he had been able to fight something worth his time. Something that was worth researching. So finally having a test subject again was indeed exciting; however, he did have a habit of breaking his subjects all too easily in the past, so wondered if the same would happened to this man.
He hoped not. If this Light Warriror went down easily that would take all the fun out of sinking this world and the Light in it into Darkness.
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~Cooldown~
~Guardian Shield: “Come Guardian!” are the words to listen out for here. At this command, the Guardian moves in front of Ansem taking all attacks coming at him from the front. It blocks out all magic and physical damage coming at him from that direction; however, this leaves his back and sides open. Cooldown: 2 posts.
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Raid #5
Oct 9, 2012 11:42:17 GMT -5
Post by thelion on Oct 9, 2012 11:42:17 GMT -5
As the swing of the gunblade was made, Leon's eyes widened a fraction as the Heartless moved but a few inches out of reach, yet he had done so with an unexpected amount of speed. With the retaliation of the shoulder block, and the Guardian's punch, the Proud Lion was easily caught off guard by the motions. The shoulder had caused Leon to stumble back a step from the impact, having neglected the security of his footing as his strike missed, then felt a sharp pain in his chest as a large fist of darkness moved in to strike him unexpectedly. The blow was a powerful one, and had enough force behind it to give Leon backward momentum, yet as was involuntarily pushed away from Ansem, the tread of his boots let out a large skidding noise as they ground against the stone walkway.
Blue eyes narrowed at the yellow spheres of the Heartless as the creature slowly backed another step away, reading itself for its potential next attack. The way this human heartless, this embodiment of pure darkness seemed to look at him, Leon got the unnerving feeling as though it's gaze was boring into his very heart, examining it as he fended off the Proud Lion. It was as though he was being judged, weighed and measured, much like Sorceress Edea had done to him in Deling City. As Squall and Seifer fought in their duel, Leon remember he could feel the same heated gaze from Ultimecia as she watched on through Matron's eyes. The unmistakable flare of amusement and intrigue were found in the eyes of the Heartless, just as it had been evident within the eyes of the Sorceress. It was annoying to think this was possibly coming across as amusing to this Dark warrior, but Leon felt that it could be the case. His attention was briefly diverted back to the Postern for a moment, looking upon Genesis who was getting back to his feet with a stutter, clearly affected by something the Masked Boy had done to him moments prior. His eyes wandered to Vanitas, then back to Genesis, before he turned his gaze to meet that of Ansem's once more.
The leather of his gloves creaked slightly as the grip on Revolver's hilt tightened, just before Leon burst into a sprint towards his foe once more; Each step echoed within his head, along with the pounding of his heartbeat as he moved closer. As he neared the position of the silver haired man, Leonhart jumped from the path onto one of the banisters lining it, then kicked himself into a flipping jump over the Darkly oriented being. As his legs came over his upper body, Leon rotated as he looked up, staring down at the shadow guardian and its master for but a few seconds as time seemed to slow. With a hard sound of boots meeting pavement, Leon landed within a kneeling crouch behind Ansem, then quickly rose to full stature as he made a quick full circle rotation, holding his silver weapon out before coming to a stop and pointing it directly at Ansem.
Red orbs filled the air around Squall's radius, which was close enough to catch the Heartless in the technique, and hopefully do some adequate damage to Radiant Garden's unwanted guest. For a split second Leon watched down the barrel and blade of Revolver, just before he poised his right leg up, standing fully on his left as he pulled the trigger of the gunblade, and pulled the weapon back over his head. In an instant the red orbs ignited, creating a single radial explosion around the Proud Lion in unison as he unleashed a properly executed Fated Circle. The benefit to this however, that not only would it damage his foe if he was careless to remain near the orbs, but any counter projectiles fired at the brunette while using this skill would be intercepted by the blast, easily blocking spells from foes. Though as his powerful technique would expire, Leon returned his weapon to his shoulder once more, then jumped after the Heartless, and swung his weight and gunblade in a radius at a downward angle, aiming to slam the enemy into the ground with Heel Crush. If the blade connected, the impact would propel Leon a foot higher into the air, away from the enemy.
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Heel Crush – Leon spins forward with his heel and blade, and attempts to slam them downwards with a powerful slash. 2 post cool down.
Fated Circle - Squall swings his gunblade around him in a perfect radius, creating orbs of energy around him horizontally. The orbs are then detonated to explode upon the radius, inflicting damage to any caught within it if successful. 3 post cool down. ~~~~~~~~
Cool Downs
Mystic Flurry - 1/2
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Raid #5
Oct 13, 2012 14:18:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 14:18:18 GMT -5
Vanitas has been removed from the Raid for not posting within four days.
Genesis is next to post in the thread. He has four days.
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Raid #5
Oct 17, 2012 16:14:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2012 16:14:29 GMT -5
Genesis Rhapsodos has been removed from the Raid for not posting within four days.
Ansem, Seeker of Darkness is next to post in the thread. He has four days.
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Raid #5
Oct 18, 2012 22:09:39 GMT -5
Post by deshitana6 on Oct 18, 2012 22:09:39 GMT -5
Disappointing… the Heartless thought as he sensed the presences of both the half heart and the treacherous Dark warrior disappear. He had hoped at least they would both stay around for data collecting purposes. Sure, it would not be a lot of collecting when he had a cub to worry about, but at least he’d be able to check this or that about the Dark Warrior when he did get a moment and it was always nice to see how much an ally had grown since he had been gone. Unfortunately, neither was up to the task and had simply vanished. It was sad, but he could deal with the lost data and ally. After all, the pluses out-weighed the losses. First, he had more room to move about in now that there were less bodies to worry about. Next, now that it was just him and this warrior, he could focus completely on gauging the Light’s worth and how much he’d have to work should there be a second meeting with the man. Finally, he was entertained. He had thought this Light warrior would bore him, but after the first few swings had been thrown, he was pleased find this Warrior of Light would not be boring at all.
It was always nice to see the Light take a hard knock, but even better when said Light was able to recover and fight back. It made crushing them so much more sweeter. The Heart a well-deserved reward for hard work. Free Hearts brought about by easy defeats were nice, but the feeling wasn’t the same. An easy win lacked both data gained and pleasure. It made the job of wiping the world clean of Light dull and made finding a motivation harder to find. One had the tendency to slack off and get comfortable with the wins. Nothing beneficial came out of such a deal, but this battle? This battle was a joy only made better now that he had more room to play in.
The Heartless continued to smirk watching the man’s reaction to his dodge and speed. It was true that while the Heartless had indeed come across many of Light and even had lived within Hollow Bastion, in recent years he had no reason to fight anyone outside of the two keybladers that had been crucial to the Cause, so it was nice to enjoy a battle where neither party was fully aware of the others abilities. His speed caught the Proud Lion of Radiant Garden off guard causing the shoulder attack to work as it should when he decided to take advantage of the small space that had been opened when the young man had missed with his strike. The pair collided, the man knocked back and unable to recover fast enough to avoid the second attack.
The powerful Guardian struck the man hard in the chest, making a sound similar to a laugh at its success as the man was pushed back. The pair watched as the man stopped himself from falling over completely, slowing his momentum down by planting his boots into the ground. There was a lot of crunching of loose rock and skidding to be heard, but the boy still stood regardless of the sliding. When he came to a stop, the young man looked at him and narrowed his eyes painting a clear picture of the thoughts running through him now. He was unnerved despite his calm demeanor perhaps not liking being examined like the object of study that he was. Did the examination annoy him? Make him angry and if so why? Did it tug at painful memories then? And if so what else would he be able to pull from this entertaining Light Heart if continued to poke at him? Hmm…interesting and perhaps something to be tested later.
When the boy glanced away, he saw an opportunity to attack and play dirty; however, knowing all too well that the man would find his ally gone, he instead waited to see the reaction to the lack of an ally. See how the man performed knowing that like him he too would be able to do things otherwise restricted by others being present. Would the young man become angry and lash out recklessly? Would he freeze up? Hold back? What? The possibilities were endless and exciting to discover.
So when the boy turned back to meet his gaze, the Heartless’s smirk turned into a shark like grin as his eyes narrowed with excitement, clearly challenging the boy to do his worse. And disappoint the boy did not.
As the young man’s grip tightened on his strange weapon, he came once more at the Heartless. Seeing the charging man, the Heartless began to drift backwards to avoid what thought was a frontal attack; however as the boy got near him, he unexpectedly leaped away using one of the banisters to push himself up and over the Heartless. He was agile, quick and smart. The Heartless would give him that credit as he met the boy’s eyes briefly as he went up and over, but instead of turning fully, the Heartless stayed where he was as he heard the boy land behind him. At first, he couldn’t understand why the boy would want to be behind him when he was clearly mostly protected by his Guardian back there; however, as he peeked slightly around the Guardian his eyes brows rose in slight surprise as he saw the orbs ignite. Guessing that an explosion would follow, Ansem instinctively attempted to move away from the danger zone; however, the boy’s close range and the quickness of the explosion was quicker than him. Even with the Guardian there, Ansem could still feel the pain of the burns from the fiery attack and the force of the blasted that sent him flying forward. He managed to stop himself from crashing into anything as he turned to face the boy, the Guardian growling in pain and agitation behind him since it took most of the damage; however, the boy was no longer in his spot. Still recovering from the first attack, a small amount of animalistic panic ran through the Heartless as the role of prey and hunter were reversed for the moment. A bit desperately, Ansem did his best to push away the disorientation and find the boy again.
Above?!
The thought hit him just as he located the Heart’s position, but it was all too late. As he tried to move out the way, the blade came down him along with the boy’s weight. Quickly, he moved his hands clasp the blade and halt it from cutting deeply into him, his gloves getting torn and his hands being cut into as he performed the move. He bit back pain as he did indeed halted from doing serious damage; however, the power of the attack and weight of the boy were too much and so the Heartless was indeed slammed into the ground. The minor jolt losing his grip on the blade enough to allow it to leave a long wound across his chest. While that wound was not deep or hurt badly thanks to the catch, concrete against one’s back and head did hurt quite a bit. The Guardian unable to handle both of their weight upon it vanished as it took most of the damage from the blow, leaving the rest of the fall to end up on the human Heartless.
He hit the ground hard becoming winded and stun long enough for the blade to slip out of his weakened grip. The boy went upward thanks to the boost from the impact and perhaps he thought, as Ansem stayed down trying to catch his breath and recover, that he was safe going up into air, but he was wrong if he thought that.
As Ansem rolled over and pushed himself into a kneeling position, he glared up at the boy wanting nothing more than to bring him crashing back down to the ground. In response to his flare of anger, his Guardian appeared at angle slightly under the boy, the shadow no longer attached to the man as it became an extension of his will. With unnatural speed, the creature’s thick arm and hand lashed out for the boy’s leg in an attempt to grab it. If successful, the creature would then sling the boy back to the ground with enough force to perhaps make him pay well for his earlier stomp and then as the move was finished, the Guardian faded away with a groan as the energy it used to stay in the world was spent and it could no longer be summoned without recovering somewhat from the heavy damage done to it.
Regardless if this move was successful or not, Ansem would get back to his feet as he watched the boy’s fall (naturally or caused by the Guardian). As he watched the fall, he would raises his hands to chest level ignoring the lightly bleeding chest wound or the pain from the burns and slam. His hands would move quickly in a circular motion pulling a good amount of electrical energy towards the center of the motion. In time, a ball of electricity was in his hands, but instead of throwing it forward, the Heartless pulled his hands in opposite directions in a motion that suggested he was attempting to rip the ball in half. Indeed, the ball did pull apart, but instead of becoming two separate balls, the electricity shot from the Heartless in horizontal line rushing to meet the boy before he hit the ground, aiming for potentially double damage.
Regardless of how much damage was done, the Heartless summoned his Dual Edge Soul Eater from the Darkness letting the weapon float by his side as he wiped away some of the blood on his hands not caring that it coated the sides of his clothing a bit. He carefully adjusted the remaining material of his gloves to absorb some of the blood and also act as a small cushion between the injured hand and the weapon he was about to grab. Content, he reached out with his right hand and wrapped his fingers around the around the staff’s middle section before allowing the weight of the weapon settle in his hand. The wound in his hand protested angrily at this, but the Heartless ignored the pain as he watched to see how the boy handled what was thrown at him. After all, while the two attacks left little room for avoiding, there was always the possibility the boy had a trick or two up his sleeve to avoid the attacks and the Heartless couldn’t exclude teleporting from the equation either. So instead of being aggressive and moving in to attempt another attack on the boy, Ansem waited for the results, still enjoying the battle regardless of the pain going through him from his wounds. He had dealt with worse in his life, so it would take more than a few burns and cuts to stop the creature from spreading his Darkness in this place. ____________________________________________
~Cooldown~[/u]
~ Lightning: There is no verbal warning for this. Instead Ansem moves his hands as if he was trying to mold something into a ball. As he moves his hands quickly, a ball of electricity forms before it is ripped apart by him swinging his arms outward and down. The movement stretches the electricity and sends a horizontal line of lightning towards a target. If hit it does moderate physical damage and the shock has a 50/50 chance of paralyzing a person. Cooldown: 1 post.
~ Guardian Shield: “Come Guardian!” are the words to listen out for here. At this command, the Guardian moves in front of Ansem taking all attacks coming at him from the front. It blocks out all magic and physical damage coming at him from that direction; however, this leaves his back and sides open. Cooldown: 1 post.
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