OOC:
This is a warmup battle between FireFrenzy and myself for the upcomming tournament. However we will not be using the same characters as we'll be using in the tournament.


IC:
The corpses had almost completely been burned to ashes before Legion arrived, teleporting in by converting his body into data and reversing it on the planet, the battle had only ended a few hours ago. This once victorious had left and the defeated were left to burn in the great fires.
Legion though not capable of human emotion was unsettled that he couldn't arrive earlier, then perhaps many lives could have been saved.
Still perhaps something of them could still be saved, for many years had Legion tried to unravel the mysteries of life and death as well as what people called souls though still in development Legion had already constructed a prototype to collect the souls to later give them artificial bodies. Upon sending commands to his ship the device was beamed down to the planet and Legion began the startup sequence.


Only a few nanoseconds later all sensors seemed to go haywire, the data Legion recieved from his personal sensors was chaotic, nearly unreadable. Still chaotic data was data still, and this was not the first time Legion had encountered such phenomena. Legion turned around to face the source of the distruption.


The jackhal headed avatar of death stood silent amongst the corpses, death was his domain and the souls that were lost here today were his. Legion knew very well who and what stood before him and even though he knew why Anubis had send his herald Legion had no intention of complying with his wishes.


Legion broke the silence: “Leave.”
“I shall not.” Anbu replied.
“So be it” Legion spoke. No other words were needed to isue the challenge, though Legion would normally prefer diplomacy to solve conflict when it to the gods they would not back down from their descisions. To defy the god of death Legion would have to earn the right by defeating his herald. While in turn the only way for Anbu to prevent the souls from being caught before they arrived in the underworld was by destroying the machine Legion who would recreate his device no matter how many times it was destroyed.


Legion cloak shifted into a deep black color and split up into eight tentacles. “Let us begin.” Legion spoke and boosted himself into the air with his fist behind his shoulder with his weigth and strength combined even the avatar of death would feel it. However Legion held no illusion of taking out the avantar with a single blow. Anbu was part of a god and defeating him might not even be possible.

“Mr. Legion, I do hope we are not going to have a problem here. You and my boss might have an understanding regarding your own existence, you do not have the right to infringe upon his territory. He does not take kindly to competition…” Anbu said as he walked around Legion his staff materializing in his had.

Taking a few steps back to get to a proper distance and after kneeling started mumbling a prayer underneath his breath. “Anubis lord of the dead and God of embalming, do not let me fail here against this foe who would go against your every teaching and rip the souls of the dead from their rightful place in the underworld. I have served thee willingly and to the best of my ability for millennia. DO NOT LET ME FAIL!” Before he got up again and looked at Legion. That was the good thing about the old guard, they understood the rules…

Dodging the attack of Legion with relative ease, he did get hit with a fe wof the tentacles tho which would surely sting in the morning but would not inhibit his ability to fight just yet.

“Normally I would suggest fighting to first blood but since neither of us bleed I think that would be a waste of our time, no?” He said slowly before raising his staff and sending a wraith shreaking at Legion in an attempt to shift the balance into what he hoped would be his favor. Bracing for the inevitable counter attack he started chanting the words to the his Spirit Pulse spell.

Legion charged forward hitting the wraith with the buckler attached to his arm, making it disappear with a violent scream. The avatar however had already prepared his next attack and fired a black dart at Legion. Which was easily dodged by Legion, who used his tentacles for a sideways push to the right, moving him out of the way of the dart.


Legion had little problem with projectiles, his reflexes were beyond that of organic lifeforms unless it was at point blank range. Still his sensors hadn't been able to determine the threat level of the dart which was worrisome. Magic was not a subject where Legion knew everything about like he did about many other things. Still he knew that most forms of magic could be interrupted through force. Making Legion current strategy to keep as close to the avatar as possible and interrupt any suspicious actions.


While keeping his forward momentum Legion's left arm reached for his opponents throat while placing his right hand in front of his opponents staff as a preemptive block for his exposed flank. If succesful in grabbing his opponents throat Legion intended to use his momentum to get behind his opponent and restrain him from there.