Wasting Away: A Battle Between Throttle and professor13 - Page 3

June 14, 2008, 12:08 AM

Hera had no time to laugh at his foe's absurd statement. The ground trembled beneath him, an omen that did not bode well. Hera pushed off from the ground, feeling the explosion release itself, expanding not an inch away from Hera's foot. The Allsie's eyes widened; this was no mere magician he was toying with, it was a musical warlock.

"Slightly faster?" Hera called above the din. "Believe me, I haven't even begun to show you my strength, much less my speed. I'm not even half-way to maximum."

Hera flipped backwards and landed ten feet behind the reaches of the explosion. He had jumped rather far into the air.

"Let's see what you're really made of," Hera called through the smoke. Rocks were still falling from the blast, and it gave Hera an idea that would not only conserve energy, but could also deal a fearsome blow to his opponent. He grinned behind the smokescreen, gaining a new respect for the sound of falling rocks.

Hera brought both hands alongside his torso, palms outward, and roared as he thrust them forward, creating a large gust with his Wind-Elemental skills, blasting the falling stones straight towards his opponent. He wasted no further time and stamped on the ground, calling upon his Earth-Elemental abilities and shooting a series of spires from the ground above, to the left, and to the right of the seraphim.

It was a simple, yet very effective tactic: get bludgeoned from the centre or become a pincushion when moving to the sides.

Expecting another blast to occur, due to the nature of the music playing, Hera dodged to the side and soared thirty feet into the air, out of range and high enough to see his handiwork. His body ached so hard he almost thought he could hear it; nearly half his energy reserves were depleted.

((OOC: There is a way to get out of this, but I'll see if you can think of the one I'm thinking of.))

June 19, 2008, 3:19 AM

((OOC: Ok, I've been thinking about this for five days, and this is all I've come up with. I'm afraid that it might be God-modding, though, so if it is, I would appreciate it if you let me know via PM so I can fix my post. This is quite the pickle!))

Testament growled as the stoney death hurled its way toward him and did some quick calculations, deciding on a plan of action. The trick would be in keeping enough of his concentration on his playing, for if the attack were dispelled...

Testament leapt backward as the spires about him collided where he had just been standing, while the rocks propelled at him impacted the debris, transferring its own momentum and redirecting that of the remains of the spires; right toward a glowing pocket of air about six feet in front of Testament. The explosion knocked Testament backward onto the ground; hurt, but not dead. He staggered wobbily to his feet with his bow hand pressed to his forehead where a trickling of blood was trailing to his eyes. He glared angrily upward at the hovering figure of his opponent as he returned his bow to the strings of his violin and began walking in the direction of his enemy. As he walked, he once again began playing Boom Boom Beat Rush, while spheres once again began to glow about the creature. His Energy was at about 60% with 30 minutes of Extension remaining, but his aggression was peaking, and if his opponent was telling the truth, the creature still had reserves of power that, if it were allowed to be utilized, could blow him away.

June 19, 2008, 8:49 PM

((OOC: No, that was great! The way I was thinking was using your wings to propel yourself backwards faster than the rocks, but that was a good idea, too!))

Hera saw the light and dodged to the side, narrowly escaping another explosion. His attack hadn't worked as well as he'd planned, but he did receive the satisfaction of seeing his opponent indignant and infuriated.

Hera would have to transform to refill his energy reserves; they were almost halfway depleted, and he needed to finish this fast. The Allsie flared his wings and shot forward at a frightening speed, dodging to the side as another explosion rang through the air.

He was headed straight for Testament.

Hera stopped short of the seraphim and shot straight down, landing in a crouched position on the ground. It was the work of an instant for the Allsie to transform again, but this time the changes were less radical.

Lightning erupted around his body as he landed, indicating the completion of the speedy transformation. His muscles bulged slightly, but his silver fur became sleek and fine, as soft as the down of a swan. The tail lengthened a further three inches, and the tail blade shrunk slightly, becoming significantly sharper in the process. Hera grinned wolfishly; his energy had been restored.

With a roar, Hera charged his opponent, claws jabbing straight for the seraphim's chest, while the tail whirled around to slash the strings of the violin. Hera had figured it out:

No music, no attacks.

June 23, 2008, 4:47 AM

It became immediately clear to Testament that his opponent was not bluffing about hidden reserves of power. Still, such a straight forward claw attack, Testament could easily avoid it, regardless of speed. He smirked as he stepped easily out of the way of the claws. However, he was once again misdirected as his opponent's true intent became clear. Unable to do anything, he watched, consumed with fury, as his opponent's tail blade ripped through Violince's strings and sent the instrument flying from his hand. Immediately, the explosions stopped, as echoes of the melody faded as ghosts from the area. However, Testament was not totally out of tricks, and had shifted his Spirit Extension into his vocal chords. However, he would let his opponent assume for the moment that he had deprived Testament of his abilities.

"Well, clever move," Testament growled, his voice dripping with malice. He would let his Seraphic Energy recharge for a bit while he fought using close combat, though the clock for his Spirit Extension was still ticking. He wasted no time in moving into a counter attack, sliding beneath his opponent and aiming a two-feet kick at the creature's abdomen, pushing his own body against the ground for leverage.

June 30, 2008, 12:26 AM

((OOC: REALLY sorry about the delay. Life has been hellish, and I was shamefully unprepared for such a humble attack.))

Hera almost laughed. His foe had attempted a feeble dropkick to the Allsie's midriff. With his latent transformation, the assault to his midriff felt like little more than a blunt poke from two large fingers.

Hera stepped back lightly from the attack, and laughed out loud. "A dropkick? That's all you have in store? You're not even worth the effort. And here I was hoping for a challenge..."

Hera reverted to his normal form and turned his back on his foe. "Come and see me when you can actually fight." He walked over to his blade, which was surprisingly less than thirty feet away on the hill. He sheathed it with a flourish and set his opponent with a cold glare.

"Watch your life, or it may come to an end. Be happy I'm not a bloodthirsty fool." He turned around and began walking, but kept the sensors on his fur tuned so that he wouldn't be caught off-guard by his opponent. The seraph seemed as though he would be the kind to take advantage of any opening, no matter how small or cowardly.

June 30, 2008, 6:22 PM

"Gack!" Testament exclaimed as his kick was pitifully taken and dismissed. He had not expected his foe's transformation to boost more than his speed and energy, but it seemed that his endurance was also substantially enhanced. Then, his opponent unleashed the ultimate insult: he walked away. He returned to his base state and walked away. Testament lost it.

Should I catch him unawares? he fumed to himself, it was his decision to turn his back. I could hum and annihilate him in just a few explosions in while he's in that form...

...No, he thought forcefully, glaring at the blue being with eyes filled with rage, I won't give him that satisfaction. He insulted me... to defeat him on his own terms would be the greatest insult I could provide!

"Turn around and transform like you did before!" Testament screamed, his entire body shaking with rage, "Don't insult me with an exposed back! You haven't lived as long as you have by letting your guard down! Incapacitate me, then go on your merry way!"

Testament began the familiar melody of Boom Boom Rush, causing the familiar orbs of glowing air to form about his opponent. This time, however, their range was only a third of what they were, with a proportional decrease in impact. All that was fueling this fight for Testament now was pride. To the objective observer, it was obvious he was beaten and outclassed, but it would take total immobilization to cut the fuel line to Testament's rage.

July 4, 2008, 2:22 PM

((OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting.))

"On your own head be it." Hera's voice was little more than a whisper as he rolled to the left, dodging another explosion. His opponent's move had been predictable, though Hera did not expect that the attack would be as weak as it was. In the split second that Hera had to observe the explosion, he rated it as less than half of the original strength, possibly only a third of the strength that it held before.

As Hera rolled, he twisted around and faced his opponent, using his tail to push himself up (the sword was long and flat, hindering a simple boost up with his legs). "You would fight me with abilities that aren't even half as strong as they were before? I don't even need to transform to beat you right now; you're weak enough as it is." Hera jumped into the air, chuckling as another explosion resounded, severely weaker than its original counterparts.

"Pride is the gateway to hell," Hera observed philosophically. "If you are so blinded by your own arrogance that you cannot see your own defeat, then what can you gain by losing? What can you gain by fighting a losing battle? Are you so proud, seraph, that you would risk your very life to uphold your arrogance?"

"Or is it anger that drives you forth, anger born of a dashed pride?" Hera twisted, doing a corkscrew in the air as he evaded yet another explosion. He'd waited a trice too long, this time, and only managed to evade the blast radius by a few inches. He righted himself and gave an amused look at his musical foe. "Are you so blinded that you would allow one of your precious Seven Deadly Sins to ruin your life?"

July 13, 2008, 9:17 PM

"Life?! WHAT LIFE?!" Testament screamed, halting the explosions, "I don't have a life! Pride? Wrath? These are only manifestations of my hatred of humans! Why should they be so deserving of God's favor?! I want to hate them, to spite them, to laugh as they drown in their own hatred of themselves!"

"For the last six millinea, ever since they finally got their revolting butts out of the trees, I have watched as they spit at the gift that is theirs alone! I have every reason to hate them!"

"So... why?" Testament stammered, looking at the ground while his entire body shook, "Why do I feel sadness at their despair? Why is it that I feel a fleeting warmth when I see one of them trying to be ethical and moral, helping their bretheren instead of hurting them?"

"For six millinea this conflict has been whirlpooling inside me. I want an end to this confusion! This rage that has been driving me to the brink of madness! Please!" Testament cried, looking to his opponent with almost pleading eyes, "I can't move forward until this fight is concluded. Please, let's finish this, so my mind can be at peace." Testament knew he couldn't win, but he also knew that the only way he could live with peace in his mind was to be totally beaten, here and now. Testament, for what he knew would be the last time in this fight, began to hum Boom Boom Beat Rush.