Jett & Zetsumi vs (any sized team)

[Orion]

Clairvoyance, for the Alpha Vanguard, was a funny thing. Anyone with a lick of magic could initiate the foresight. Or anyone with sufficiently advanced technology to accurately calculate the probabilities along a certain timeline. Drake Ignis, back home, would have both at his disposal, but for now, he made use of the magical method for seeing into the future. Having done more than simply leaving his homeworld - he had on occasion left his home reality - Drake's current attempt at clairvoyance was not totally alien to him, but the process that was typically haphazard and unreliable at home was made even more complex by the fact that Drake Ignis' temporal eye was not cast to anywhere in the universe he called home. It cast out further, to the infinite sea of realities, dimensions, universes, planes, among only of which Drake had ventured in his life that, on his homeworld, was considered hectically active.

Out there, amongst that writhing, turbulent ocean of endless possibilities that would all some day be realised, he found an uncanny familiarity that came to him simultaneously as completely unknown. Within the native plane, the Judge-God would enable anyone to see into the future, so long as their perception of significant future events did not alter them. It was also up to that deity to define what was and was not significant - pre-seeing the falling of a piece of bread would of course be allowed, but bearing witness to the future assassination of a president would, in most cases, not come to a seer at all. As it stood, the Judge-God granted Drake only the sense that something out there was familiar, something he had encountered before. But as it stood, there were more than a dozen beings Drake had encountered long enough to deem himself familiar with them, and that single, all-seeing deity granted him only the knowledge that out there were gathering forces, among them one he had met before. And so Drake held his mind in that sight, steadily pinning down the 'where' amongst that ruinously-churning ocean.

Standing at the precipice of a cliff, its face ashen grey, miles to his right, jutting out of the cliff-face in a series of descending, concentric rings and jutting towers, was the city of Atlantis Heights. Hundreds of cables spanned from the far side of the oddly-configured city until they met the Atlantean sea diagonally, where they would travel down a further six kilometres before they met the domed city of Atlantis Depths. Until thirteen hundred years ago, the city had remained totally open to the ocean, its pillared buildings, stout, solid homes and wide streets always with some form of aquatic life. A hunter-king who ruled Atlantis had gotten himself into confrontation with six whole Leviathans, and when he refused to cease his excessive slaughter of their kin, they laid waist to his city. Built on top of the ruins known as Old Atlantis - which were left open to the ocean as the foundation for the new city - was the domed New Atlantis.

As Drake reviewed the history of that fascinating city, he felt a literal spark across the gap separating him from his destination. It was all he needed, really. A connection between here and there, so long as Drake focused on it enough, was sufficient to see him transported there and so, without hesitation, Drake threw himself off the cliff, digitgrade legs sending him soaring out far enough to not scrape the cliff-faces or the networks of jutting structures that were the outskirts of Atlantis Heights. When he found himself falling steadily head-first, a spark ignited in a clenched fist of his, and in a flick of his arm, launched the spark around his body as he began to spin, the flicker of crimson flame gaining volume and intensity until Drake seemed nothing more than a bullet of pure fire rapidly falling toward the ocean. In an impact that sent water and steam cascading into the sky, Drake left his homeworld, and emerged in a burning forest.

Three beings he instantly countered, an essentially-automatic casting of a sensory sphere told him. Amongst the trees, a man who had fallen from the sky, taking with him a vehicle from his own world, contemplating the tongues of flame licking at the tree, from the very incendiary attack Drake had used as his link to this world. The caster of the flames that now set his jacket glowing, was surrounding a sitting, synthetic man in a dome of Earth. The target of that likely ineffectual attack had been around the longest of the four now present. Drake didn't recognise the appearance or essence of any of the three, and so left himself open to the idea that more beings would be arriving. The blonde and the android seemed relatively occupied with each other, but the man in the tree seemed to observe the flames more than he was hurt by them.

Testing the waters, Drake reached his right hand behind his back and drew out from a flexible holster a handgun that was a combination of revolver and machine pistol. Sliding his thumb behind the grip, he pointed his index finger down the length of the barrel and curled his middle finger around the trigger. Sighting without truly looking down the gun - his familiarity with it and a touch of magic meant he could hit basically any unmoving target - he squeezed off a single bullet from the circular magazine, aimed right at the neck of the man in the trees. Before he even had time to register whether he hit his target, Drake's free hand was slapping against his left hip, the Dragon's Tail already unfolding in preparation. If his target decided to be friendly, the blade would see no use. If not, he had it ready.

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

(( Thanks Jezza for confusing Josh. He couldn't work out who you were shooting at or why. Lulz, gotta love friendly fire ))

Saules sat patiently, nearly completing his reserve tanks when the blonde jumped backwards, sending magic through the ground which managed to encase him in a small dome. "Now that wasn't very nice...." his monotone voice whispered to the earth that now blocked not only his view, but his source of UV light. Actually, it spurred the android into what humans called rage. He hadn't done anything to her and without even properly introducing herself, had launched an attack on him. He had wanted to her to in a way, but so soon was downright rude in his processor.

Using the small orb he'd begun to create, he concentrated fully on it for but a moment. The intensity of the heat began to dry the earth to the point where it ceased to stick to itself, crumbling away with the slightest wind. The orb remained at its sun-like temperature, also beginning to melt away his fake skin, revealing the sleek black surface underneath. As soon as the dome had fallen completely and become one with the ground again, Saules used this chance to strike.

Reeling his arm back that held the orb, Saules locked-on to the blonde who stood alone in the landscape surrounding them. With a mighty thrust forward, the mini-sun soared towards her. Knowing that she'd try to block somehow, he spun and using the momentum of the swing, flung his body into the air. Bending his knees and waiting for the exact second his feet would hit the ground, the android planned to spring from the ground after his first attack, fists ready to engage.

Whilst spinning in the air, Saules noticed that the man in the tree had also been targeted. Not only was his tree on fire now, but a bullet also was directed towards him. He assumed it came from the forth figure that had now appeared, though he wasn't too sure how. He was holding a pistol of sorts in his direction, but his other hand was on the hilt of a sword, of which was unfolding before his very eyes. This truly was going to be an interesting few hours...

 

[Lunarmaster54]

'I knew it'
Amanda quickly activated her reflect spell to stop the ball of light from destroying her. The ball was powerful enough to turn her hastily made earth dome into dust and very nearly break through her reflect but on the bright side it DID confirm her earlier hypothesis that she hadn't really thought on until the man had begun his assault.
He was a android.
A SOLAR POWERED Android.
That had to be why he was just sitting there, he was powering up. Absorbing the rays of the sun to properly prepare for the battle ahead. It seemed her dome strategy would come in handy later on albeit a far stronger one. But lucky for her the fire was spreading all throughout the forest, the heavy black smoke blocking out the suns rays and the heat would also add a bonus for this battle: the heat from the raging forest fire would create the necessary warm, moist air needed to create clouds. which would turn into a storm. A sun blocking rain storm. Amanda smirked as she slid back into a combat position, watching as he shot towards her. She knew underestimating him would get her killed but luckily she was on guard, all of her senses on high alert. She NEVER underestimated her foes and just because this one was a robot that didn't mean she would begin so now.

 

[Ðari]

((OOC: Jezza i freaking love you.))

As if space was burning, the entry was the conduit to another. Like flint licking the salt of a tree, it fleshed against the very wood like a match to an oil slick. Seemingly fascinated as he was occupied within his own sense of wonder. Here, the man found humor in this as he smiled raising his hands, rubbing with friction as he was a tad chilly from his aerial venture.

So he acknowledged his presence, but saying anything in that regard made him wary. After all, accidents happen don't they? He seemed to resolve a smile, for however brief and innocent it genuinely appeared. In tuned with nature and the phenomenon that enter it, gave him that slight temporal leeway of inhibiting danger. As if he were targeted, be it this stranger in his valor and precarious nature found him, different, he would practice his indifference either way.

A flit of his eyes, as his held his hand to he direction without tilting his head. Ears a bit twitchy, he grasped it for nigh a fractional portion of a second, before becoming the makeshift of the most subtle vibrations. In hasty removal of his mass from the burning tree, at the base of the stranger. Cupping his other hand, counter of the one he held out to catch the bullet with his body's 'translucence' and let it jettison through him within the speed of his voluntary shift to his side.

"You dropped this." he spoke humbly, without a true discern of fear more so it was overcome within the split second of his reaction thus negating the notion it caused him worry. A tilt of his head, his shades of gray irises meeting the much taller figure, christened with armor and future-esque about his individual own. "Its Gray, he who is of patient should find confidence in those he meets. Eh, label me a philosopher, optimist, crazy even." with a gesture as he so casually shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

 

[Orion]

The target of Drake's probing attack had reacted favourably, to say the least. With little difficulty, the tiny, speedy bullet was caught and redirected elsewhere, whistling away to thud into the crisping bark of a tree. Had a single bullet been fired from his revolver, in a few seconds the hit tree would have been ripped in half, or at the very least now possess a distinctive crater where the bullet had impacted and then taken effect. Gas expansion - sudden and pure pressure - was enough to crack the toughest of inert armours, Drake had learned. It was even more devastating on flesh and bone, but that was for another time.

Gray introduced himself with little animosity, even being somewhat casual as he flitted between the self definitions of philosopher, optimist and possibly crazy. Drake was sure Gray looked at least somewhat unique compared to his kin - this was something it seemed all Drake's otherworldly opponents and allies possessed - and possibly crazy too. But because it was impossible for Drake to experience dealings with standard humans, he had little to gauge Gray upon. Certainly to Drake, he looked strange. Definitely male, but only about as tall as the shortest of the female Alpha Vanguard.

Something else that was strange, the likewise Drake had grown accustomed to, was the way Gray spoke in a tongue unknown to Drake, though one encountered in the past on a few occasions. Every time he left his own plane, it seemed some ephemeral power ensured communication between all the myriad beings. It was unnerving the first few times, but now Drake had grown used to it, it was a blessing. Drake smiled at the corner of his lip in response to Gray's own apparent good mood, and transferred the Salamander to his left hand, where his index finger parted from the Dragon's Tail and held the handgun by the trigger. In a gesture common among Drake's people, he extended his right hand forward, and was pleased to see the same action was adopted among other cultures even separated by universes.

"Drake; and considering me impatient is hardly inaccurate, but I am so for the right reasons. Call me a survivor, hopeful realist. Definitely crazy in some way for my love of a good battle. I trust I won't find an opponent in you, then?"

Both eyes turned to the others present as Gray responded; the synthetic man's skin had been burnt away by the shining of a prepared solar attack, a miniature star. The attack was launched forward to a blonde female of apparently similar species to Gray, though even shorter than he was. As the glowing ball of plasma sailed towards he, she erected by magical a mostly-transparent shield around herself, surrounding her in a ball composed of interlocking hexagonal facets that, after the stellar attack bumped against her defence, erupted in a cascade of energy that seemed to simply overpower the small star, extinguishing it. Even to Drake, it looked a powerful technique, but he made the reasonable assumption that such powerful effects were directly tied into the spell they were a part of, possibly inseperable from the rest of the technique.

The poor woman, Drake thought, she is from plane of restrained magic. Oh how the boons of magic to one man may be a curse to his otherworldly partner. Back home, spells and curses and summons and what-have-yous were pieced together from the ethereal fragments and strings that constantly pervaded their world, drawing upon the mana that was simply the intangible threads tracing their way through the person's body. Once used, they were redirected elsewhere, but that magic would return to the caster eventually as mana. The stronger a mage, the more ephemeral shards and threads passed through and orbited them, until when one viewed the world as just those pieces of mana, there were those as dark as mud, and others who shone like the light from a whole galaxy condensed into a single being. Drake himself, viewed in such a way, lit up like the core of the Milky Way.

But such vision was useless to Drake here, only he bore the appropriate mana, and it orbited around him like a billion stars and passed through him as though he were no more physical than a cloud. Something else reverberated off Gray and the blonde girl. The now-black android possessed nothing like any of the three of them had, but held in himself something Drake would have dubbed technomancy - wielding technology to produce the effects of magic. Producing a miniature star was certainly on-par with the tech powers Drake had witnessed in his life.

 

[Endgame]

As the battle raged, a perceptive combatant may have noticed a slow, gradual change take place, as everything around them began to slow, then came to a halt, leaving only the fighters in motion, the impact of their moves seemingly ignored by the world, taking effect only between them and their opponant. The rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze fell silent, the subtle shifting of the grass at their feet became a motionless vigil. It brought to mind the image of the eye of a tornado, calm suceeding the chaos, and in turn heralding the arrival of a force every bit as destructive as that just endured.

As the machine, revealed in it's true and terrifying form, reached the young woman, sparks of light dancing across it's surface in a display of raw power, a sudden wind burst back into life, pushing the world back into motion in a silent, subtle transition.

There was a flicker in the air behind the young Vanguard, and a dark shape seperated itself from the space, whirling as it burst into being, an arm lancing out from it's depths to catch his own forearm in a tight grasp. A translucent figure leapt into motion on the other side of the clearing, sprinting across the void only to phase into the dark-clad one, which quickly used the momentary distraction to twist it's arm back and up, yanking Drake's into an armlock. It's hand slammed into his shoulder and grabbed hold, and though it didn't speak yet, the unspoken threat of it's bicep pressing against the back of the Vanguard's elbow was clear: From this position, a small application of pressure could snap even the Alpha Vanguard's elbow like a twig, wrenching the joint apart by turning it against itself.

A pair of emotionless blue eyes met Drake's gaze from beneath the black hood.

"You've changed..." The figure intoned in a monotone, almost disinterested voice, the corner of it's mouth tugging up into a lopside smile. A sudden wind whipped up around them, sending what might have been a shiver down the Pyromancer's spine, and raising goosebumps on the smooth skin of the arm that held Drake's in the lock.

"...Drake."

 

[Orion]

After receiving Gray's handshake, Drake transferred the Salamander back into his right hand as the two looked on at the unfolding battle. Out of formless darkness an arm extended, followed by a body, the former making a vice grip around Drake's forearm. The darkened figure held Drake facing mostly away from the clearing as the newcomer, clad in monochrome and crowned in white, bounded across the clearing smoothly as the wind. He was immediately recognisable to Drake anywhere, and as he drew close, contacted and melded with the blackened thing behind Drake, the two becoming one. Lucas pressed a hand to Drake's shoulder, emphasising the fragility of his now-held limb as Drake craned his neck around to meet Lucas' cold eyes.
"You've changed," he said, sounding indifferent to Drake. Drake didn't blame him - how was one supposed to face someone who at all times was a friend, rival and enemy? Before Lucas spoke his own name, Drake carefully maneouvered the Salamander in his right hand into a backwards grip. As soon as his own name was spoken, he jammed down hard on the trigger and wrenched his left arm out of Lucas' grip. Needless to say, Drake's arm had broken, and a bolt of pure pain shot up his arm and around his chest, a wince passing over Drake's face as he clenched his teeth hard, whirling around with a limp arm whose hand still gripped the Dragon's Tail tightly.

"I'd imagine the same could be said of you," Drake spoke in a voice that almost wavered. A revolver shot echoed from the barrel of the Salamander, and the dense, heavy bullet slammed through the air towards Lucas, but before Drake even checked if the diversionary attack had been successful, he brought his right arm to his left shoulder, and a ring of green fire encompassed the circumference of the limb. Sweeping down quickly, Drake felt a few muscles restitch themselves, but most of all, bones turn to rubber, then liquid, then reset in their proper position. It hurt more than the breaking, but in some ways was better, for it was a healing pain. Worse in this case, however, because there was no pervading magic of the sort useful to Drake. He'd have to be careful how he used it. Before the arm was even fully healed, the Dragon's Tail erupted in black flames and Drake whirled around, stabbing through a whirling wall of air with the blade, its onyx flames flaring out brilliantly to blow a hole in the flowing wall, with enough of a disruption in the whole spinning thing to set it coming apart. Before the deterioration was confirmed or denied, Drake leaped forward, out of Lucas' immediate range, preparing on the back of his hand a trapezoidal shape of glowing gold, hovering just above the skin.

Landing metres away, he dug that hand into the ground, and the iridescent shield dug in with his hand, suddenly expanding massively. Still pivoting about his grip in the ground, Drake brought himself behind the shield for but a moment, as an assemblage of bronze metal on his back sparked with crimson flames, and began to warp in a manner most would deem physically impossible. It separated into a dozen times as many pieces than its usual hoverboard configuration possessed, and they themselves grew larger, fanning out over Drake's body, under his jacket, clothing him in the bronze Wyvern Scales, with a slight adjustment the normal: a triangular mask resting just below Drake's collar, ready to shoot up in and instant to cover his mouth and nose. He would not let this encounter - however hostile - with Lucas wind up like his first, drained of air and left to choke, allowed to live only by the soldier's mercy. A finger aimed down the barrel of his handgun, using it as a catalyst, fire shot out from the tip like a bolt, aimed straight for Lucas. It impacted exactly where Drake hoped it to, it didn't even hit Lucas. Instead, it encapsulated him in fire hovering centimetres over his skin, which then expanded out radially scorching the ground and engulfing all the usable oxygen directly around Lucas.

"I thought we'd at least be able to say hello without one of us breaking something of the other's. What idea's in your head this time, or are you just here to have some fun?"

 

[Ðari]

Acknowledged, it was a sign of a friend as well as trustworthy fellow. The swapping of arms, batting for ones own sense of security. In that instant of their exchange of mutual companionship as well as the return of the bullet being quelled by his body for moment. In a sense, you could say he stabilized the released shell with is rather odd body.

Appointed at Drake's question of a potential hostile Gray, in his retort he simply moved his head side to side, a shake he probably understood as a negative. As their peaceful intervention of the other was shortened. In a sense, Gray didn't immediately react like he could've, he was the patient observer after all. A swift flit of his eyes, as therein formed a shadow behind the much larger man, Drake.

Off of possible instinct, he made a make shift release of his arm. Given Gray was literally 'right there' and having to propose confidence in a friend, he gave him the spotlight where his pride would encompass the safety range that Gray had to occupy...sooner than later. A slight shift as he did a hovering one-quarter hop in a strafe to the right putting him to plummet off the emptied edge of the cliff.

For something of late realization, as if he'd defied gravity for that moment, was floating. Then upon looking down to his pitfall, he realized there was nothing solid underneath him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" seemed to split from his lungs as he literally fell on gravity's whim. Eyeballing the trees below, he tucked into something of a crescent arc type position, siphoning his body into a backward flip in constant motion. Before releasing himself breaking his momentum and air resistance for a moment to catch a branch and swing it once around to throw himself to a neighboring much wider branch. He felt like a professional gymnast for that instant. Beckoning a look back up, it had become something of a spar between Drake and this strange other who could've just as easily did the same to him, probably done out of familiarity with Drake. Karma one might say.

Below, the mechanized man and woman. Gray scratched his head, for a second he actually considered something hostile, but it passed his warily. "Hey down there, why the extreme prejudice. Do I need to pull a Rodney King and get my ass kicked for the sake of peace?"

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

As the sleek black robot's foot hit the ground beneath itself, the knees straightened with incredible reaction time, leaving a small crater in its wake. Saules still had the momentum of the twist, his body spinning as he aimed at the blonde girl and her shield. He wanted to know just how strong it was... Focusing on his right fist, the nanobots on his right arm started to shimmer. Well, to the naked eye it shimmered.

To anyone who could see the actual nanobots, they'd see them all moving, sliding down his arm to the fist, increasing its size and density. Nearly double its previous size, Saules' fist rested at his hip, ready to shoot out at just the right moment. And just to make his presence known, he added a small amount of solar winds, creating a glove of his unique power around the over-sized fist.

The small sun he'd thrown earlier had already exploded into a mass of plasma around the area his opponent stood, burning small holes into the ground around her. Saules rarely held back, often feeling a state of disappointment, or at least a cyborg's sense of needing something more to do, after killing an opponent in his first or second attack. He'd always be looking to get someone who could take up more then just five minutes in his constant mission to wipe everything from existence... He wanted a challenge, thus why he was probably here, having more then just one person could actually work in his favour.

Mere meters away from his target, Saules flicked his body into a counter spin, essentially stopping his body spinning mid-air and keeping the forward thrust. His left foot hit the ground in front of the girl and using the momentum he'd built up over his 'flight', sent his oversized fist forward at speeds barely possible to see. A black blur flicked forward, aimed at his attacker.

....... impress me.

 

[Ðari]

Abrasive, with vibrant tenacity. The heat influx was hell bent, but was nothing that was of imminent significance. In truth, a sleek black shell, clad with alloy one thought. As if the echo of his voice had gone ignored, though in the here and now he was there. An obstruction, yet not for drake but unto non-living albeit animate machine against another of strained magic.

'Geez.' he thought scratching his head, watching its arm swell. Getting the drop, he leaped from the tree fluid and swift, the motion of his cells in motion, each vibrating into a makeshift of transitional motion.

Vagabond.

The swift sheen of his form was beyond the latter of particle acceleration. Launched, he became the flit that lifted the woman out of the oven down below from the temperatures of insane intervals. The crashing of a fist into the ground in front, he'd darted to a higher altitude with her grasped in his clutches, a fair thirty meters up high on a tree branch. "Man, and here I thought my own chivalry was dead." Gray said resting her with a jest.

An inhale of tremendous air, and his body vibrated again. Becoming the makeshift for a phenomena common in chemistry. Nitrogen. Blowing this from his cheeks, quickly converting it to converge and dissociate the plasma-esque with a rapid freezing point to negate the straggling particles, causing them to slow down given the air's frost-like ambiance. He jumped again, and tucked into a flip dropping onto a lower tree branch where he faced the android of onyx. Folding his arms, eyes and senses were wary of things that would've otherwise been seen as ridiculous.

"Its Gray~, charmed. I couldn't help but meddle, should you inquire compensation, the activity of taking my life should saficst as an exchange. Needless to say, you'll have to attempt to kill me primarily. I'm sure I can entertain, and humor any notions of human being adequately strong at least." he digressed, shrugged, and stood in wait of a retort.

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

(thought I'd wait for someone else to post, but this thread is dying, time to see some robot rage)

The chunks of rock and earth littered his primary vision, but his external senses had recorded how the painfully fast android had missed his target. It was the fellow from earlier, the one who'd stayed silent in a tree to the distance. Watching the broken earth resettle around him, Saules noticed the same fellow introduce himself, even offer a somewhat decent fight ahead. Saules waited for a sign of movement before bringing up the 'memory' of what had just happened.

This Gray character was fast, or at least could increase his speed for a short burst. It was quite a surprise, noting that he barely looked anything different to just human. If the skin had not already melted from his face, a smile would have formed over the prosthetic lips. Saules was going to get at least a test of his reflexes and combat against an opponent that could move from one place to the other with the blink of an eye. Luckily, his sensors could trace down to nearly every particle and atom around himself, noting movements in the slightest air movement.

"I am Saules and I accept your proposal. Prepare yourself..." his monotone voice came out rather loud, almost a shout to Gray. The next second, his body flicked into a warrior stance, his right hand out forward, glowing bright and as he focused, produced a blade of energy, approximately five feet long, half a foot wide. Almost immediately after it had formed, Saules shot towards the cloaked male, readying a swing of the blade from his left shoulder area. He wondered what this character's close combat skills were like. Then, after some beating him down, Saules would burn him, just as he had to everyone else he'd killed.

 

[Ðari]

The likeness of combat is what bled from Gray.

Intent.

This was lustful, something that exposed him to a constant life of combat. As a wanderer and vagabond, since his coming into fruition, and reunion with himself, he'd focused and cooled his feverish heart of battle. This was inspired by Saules' intent, causing an internal affair to transpire with such psychosis released so...subtly.

'Healing Vision.'

His eyes were the server focused more on movement rather than the transition of signals this android didn't give off. Not equaling a cyborg, but just as dangerous. Rather than totter to himself, he whisked right, raising his left hand to tap the edge of the blade. With momentum against him he was brushed to the right he leant towards, sailing from the tree. "Tch.." but a few feet from the branch he was propelled off, another for him to regain footing, then jump back after he landed.

Holding out the left hand that touched the blade, it blazed with the same resonance of heat imbued energy. His palm at the swat, as his fingers extended to make something of hand blade to crush against the very same blade of heat. Upon further observation, it was cut off at his shoulder as even the cloaked jacket he wore was covered in the same fashion. If it was close combat Saules desired, he wouldn't disappoint.
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[Radidus Bellum]

((umm can anyone just join this?))

 

[Orion]

Battle's been dead for three months, so it's safe to say it's not continuing.