Round Four - RANK 1 Battle: Jett vs Chariot of Fire

[Chaotic Dreams]

Arena: Complete Solitude.
A huge metal contaner, spanning over thousands of kilometers each way. There is nothing in this place at all, the metal being indestructible and unable to be controlled, shifted or modified. The air in this space is slightly denser, but never runs out.

Condition: None.
No conditions, a straight out battle of powers and melee. The winner is whoever survives, or given the win via the judge by the due date.

Judges: Any and all still active from the ORIGINAL 20, excluding Chariot of Fire and Jett.

Templates Due: 31st July. (My bday! :wink

Start Date: As soon as templates are posted.

End Date: 17th August.

 

[Orion]

Judgan.

 

[Prophet]

Here we go; let's have a good one

Name
Methuselah, the Ancient

Former Title
Project Genesis

Age
Methuselah has been in existence far beyond what any living being can comprehend. Even the most advanced calculating machine has difficulties crunching the numbers that mark its time since its creation.

Gender
Methuselah has no gender due to its nature, but is often referred to as MALE in ancient archives.

Species/Class/Race
Weapon

Appearance
When one first sees Methuselah, or Project Genesis as it is known by in ancient archives, it seems like the tiniest pinprick of light, a small particle of the strangest blue light one has ever seen. At such a petit size, the viewer must wonder how the blue dot the size of a period can have such a deadly and legendry reputation as a weapon. That is however, until they realize that it is 100 million miles away…

Project Genesis, which would later claim the name of Methuselah, is 1,500,000 kilometers long in diameter, and in every single kilometer bears an identical black hue, slightly blued at the edges so that it when it is viewed from those 100 million miles away, it appears like a small blue dot on the endless expanse of space. Gargantuan is a word that has been used to describe it. Colossal is another. Monstrous is another term. Slightly larger of the Earth’s own Sun, appears up close as a fearsome behemoth of a sphere, a dark black sphere of such massive proportions, dwarfs even the largest of mortal creations a thousand times over. From far away, it seems as if the sphere is totally seamless, unmarked by any sort of edges or engravings. However, upon inspection, a viewer can see the long endless lines that seem to swirl their way across the gigantic sphere like a hurricane of mysterious glyphs and markings. Like a massive spiderweb of even darker lines stretching across this massive star-like sphere, the apparently random assortment of lines (some of them extending to be as deep as five miles) has no decipherable meaning. However, the mysterious orb known as Project Genesis holds no memory of their meanings either…

However, does Methuselah always remain as simply an immense monster of a sphere? This is not the case, unfortunately for those standing nearby. As one stands beside it in the vast and endless bounds of space, a strange sound may reach your ears. A strange whirring, like the spinning of millions and millions of miniature gears spreads through the air like a flood of subtlety silent noise. Although it appears to make this sound, perhaps this is only an illusion for as soon as one tries to concentrate on this white noise it vanishes into thin air, as if it only occurred in the small figments of one’s imagination. But is the transformation lurking within the tremendous sphere is not an illusion of the mind, but a phenomenon of reality. And when the strange lines around the voluminous orb glow with a strange, ethereal blue light, one can somehow sense what is intending to emerge from within the mountainous round machine.

But what does emerge? Is the shape that often emerges from this tremendous ebony sphere consistent? The archives do mention that what comes from within is not consistently the same. However, the most common form that emerges from within the inky blue blackness of the sphere is that of a great mechanical beast, draconic in nature. The archives and legends of the early days of existence describe a creature of epic magnitudes, emerging from the depths of the sphere, appearing about to be a third the size the sphere itself. The sphere breaks into two halves at this point, the two halves revealed to be hollow, wing-like structures which extend from the dark blackish blue curve of the back of the beast itself. Segmented plates line the back of the beast in this form, arching like a mountain high in the bounds of space. Four monstrous limbs extend from the behemoth, each one tipped with three dark blue claws, each one immeasurable in size, dwarfing that of any sort of normal talon. A long scaled tail stretches its way from the mechanical beast, extending practically the diameter of the entire sphere, and lashes with a wrath unmatched by any. But it is the head of the great beast that draws the attention and magnificence. A beautiful inky black frill surrounds the massive neck of the beast, obviously mechanical in nature as the sharp edges mask the elongated and geometric snout of the beast. Spines rise up this snout, and two long, tube-like whiskers extend from the maw of the behemoth, and teeth of gargantuan size rise up into existence. The beast is obviously mechanical in nature, bearing the characteristic geometric style of existence that marks many robotic figures.

This being is not the only one that has come from the depths of the sphere, but it is one of the most common…

Personality
When Methuselah was first created, it was a machine, and despite being a fiercely complex machine, it bore no personality, nor any aspects of a soul, relying solely on what it derived its purpose to be and pure logic in order to accomplish its goal. However, after decades, centuries, millennia, and spans of time too numerous to mention, the Project Genesis which would eventually take the name of Methuselah, took on a personality as well… Strings of code in the machines came together, grouped together to form new thoughts, and path beyond what logic allowed it emerged… Fused with the powerful calculating equivalent of a mind it had been given, Project Genesis eventually was able to evolve enough to gain what one might call a personality… Drawn from the millions of sights and places it has observed and seen, Project Genesis, aka Methuselah grew to be wiser, using a combination of pure logic and its newfound consciousness to reach a point of understanding. Methuselah now displays various emotions, mostly including a kind of sagely sadness, a grandfatherly way of looking at the many smaller things around it. Methuselah sees everything as being so much different from itself… and as such, knows that it cannot possibly comprehend what others that bear true lives can understand… It can only wander now, looking over those who are so much smaller then itself… yet have so much more…

Abilities/Powers
Project Genesis was created for many purposes, but it existed primarily as a weapon. Methuselah’s abilities revolve around its purpose… The one it was created for many, many eons ago… It has complete mastery over every function it bears, and it is with these abilities that it made a definite impression in the ancient archives which tell of its existence.

Living Dust- From within the eternal depths of Methuselah, the massive area within the confines of the colossal black sphere, lies over a million miles of a strange metallic substance, partially entwined within the outer shell of Methuselah. This metallic substance can be rearranged in any sort of order Methuselah sees fit, allowing for the birth of creatures, matter, items, or weapons, of any sort, the most common of which, is the monstrous draconic being that is described as being its main form. This metallic substance is solid, yet it is completely impervious to magnetic fields, or any other sort of external control. It moves as a liquid, collecting in small spheres before conforming to Methuselah’s will and changing its shape, taking the form of whatever the Project Genesis deems necessary. This metallic substance, described by Methuselah itself as being a sort of “Living Dust” also makes up the outer sphere which it resides within, although this metallic substance is far more dense then the free flowing liquid that runs within it…

Matter Conversion- The Living Dust that flows eternally within the depths of Methuselah is finite though… It is what acts as the body and weaponry for great sphere, and so the great being must continually gather more of it throughout the universe… As Methuselah travels through space, it often opens up its outer shell, the sphere in which the Living Dust resides, and proceeds to “swallow” matter, most often large celestial bodies, such as planets, small stars, and moons… Once the gigantic orb has swallowed its ‘meal,’ it proceeds to activate another one of its abilities, which effectively turns the matter into a large quantity of Living Dust, which it then uses as its primary source of artillery.

Energy Within- While Living Dust serves as the material constructing Methuselah, as well as his many forms and weapons, it does not serve as its fuel. In order to power itself, Methuselah relies on a powerful energy core which burns within its very center. This core is composed of the purest of energies, bound together in a swirling sphere-shaped vortex, which powers the entire machine. This energy is lasts an incredibly long time, capable of supplying Methuselah for millennia if need be. However, after such a time, the energy begins to lose potency and in order to “jump start” its energy core, Methuselah must consume a vast quantity of fusion energy, usually in the form of a small star or two. Although the energy usually remains at the center of the great sphere, Methuselah can manipulate the energy so that it spikes outward, capable of being used as a weapon of the time grants it.

Technology- The Living Dust of Methuselah comes together, and forms a unique brand of technology, totally and utterly surpassing any other form in existence. It allows Methuselah to accomplish what might be considered impossible. Because the Living Dust can be rearranged to form nearly any sort of matter compound or structure, Methuselah can assemble complex circuitry and computer systems within itself in order accomplish feats it was unable to perform before. Feats include crossing over dimensions, although this requires much energy.

Gravity alteration- Methuselah was designed as to not disrupt the gravity of those planets that were friendly to the creators of it. So, a portion of the Living Dust striving within Methuselah is designated to regulate the gravitational field of Methuselah. It can reduce the gravity surrounding it to zero, allowing it to move undeterred through the Universe. However, it cannot make its gravity greater then it would be naturally.

History
The Ancient Archives of this Universe tell of its existence as far back as the creation of this Universe… No one alive knows how, or by whom it was created, but the some believe the ancient legends hidden within the forbidden sections of these Archives to tell the true story. Some legends, when deciphered from their ancient texts, depict a fiery image of hell and brimstone, saying that a world corrupted sold their souls to the devil in exchange for the knowledge to create the ultimate weapon. Some legends speak of people of a planet, who were so hungry for power that they transformed their entire planet into a monstrous weapon. Some of the more non-descript legends claim that it simply manifested into existence, the next step in evolution from a star and a planet. Whatever the case may be, all legends state the same thing. Whoever created the thing they referred as “Project Genesis,” they lost control of it. The great black-blue sphere hurtled throughout space, consuming entire planets, stars, and other civilizations at its leisure. Like a gargantuan comet flying across the expanses of space, time, and soon crossing the dimensional boundaries of this universe, Project Genesis raced on, fueled only by logic, and powered purely by an endless hunger…

However, this is where the Ancient Archives leave off… There is no record of when Project Genesis happened to take on the name of Methuselah, although it seems appropriate regarding the age of the great Weapon. Methuselah, as it now prefers to call itself, seemed to have developed a personality, from the bits of random coding that had made up its intelligence… This personality grew, and Methuselah, once simply causing a path of destruction and emptiness throughout the Universe, slowed down, and looked around… Such small things… So easily consumed… Yet they seemed to have so much more… So much more… Methuselah then journeyed onward, or so those that have survived his wrath have said… A great black sphere hovering through the Omniverse, seemingly without purpose, seemingly without emotion… But if the whirring of Living Dust you here through the sphere, then away you should run, lest you find out what lurks beneath the surface of the almighty sphere…

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

Man, sweet bio. Seriously. This is going to be fun. Glad the arena could accomodate your character. Just so you know, you're starting this one.

Name: Jett Tero
Age: Died at age 27
Gender: Male
Race: Terror Angel

Appearance: Jett stands at an above average 6'4, and has a well toned body. He is quite quick on his feet, and can put a nice dint in someone's body. He has straight black hair that comes to just above his shoulders, with red tips randomly placed throughout. His deep blue eyes are usually covered by his fringe, as he leaves his hair out, and it is usually kept tidy.

Attire:
Normal: While he is alone or being stealthy, he wears a long brown, almost black, trench coat with a hood too big for his head, often covering most of his face. Its usually left open to reveal a plain black shirt, a pair of dark jeans that are held up by a thick black belt, studded with silver crosses. He wears army boots, dulled from age and tear, and lets the jeans go over the top.

Battle: Ditching the shirt and trench coat, over his scar-ridden chest is two leather straps crossing over his shoulders and link in the middle of his chest by a red aura shaped like flames, which move as if they were real. As his back is exposed, two torn and tattered angelic wings are revealed, which work surprisingly well for their appearance. He has a dense aura, usually a blood red or crystal clear colour, making his body seem to distort and his hair blow upwards, revealing his blue eyes shining bright.

True Terror
(Being kept secret until it is used)​

Sin: Terror Magic
A more advanced version of horror magic, the art of terror magic allows Jett to manipulate the mind and body of who he chooses simply if there is a hint or miniscule of terror, fear or doubt.

Abilities:

Basic:
-Flight: The wings on the fallen angel's back aren't just for show. Each wing is about as long as his body, and have a great amount of strength despite their tattered appearance.

-Enhanced Senses: After becoming an angel, your lifespan becomes close to infinite. With centuries of training and past battles, Jett has learnt to be faster and stronger in every way possible.

-Wrist blade: Originally a broadsword, it merged itself to Jett in a confusing attack. It changed, forming a blade emerging from his wrist, covering the top of his hand and a spike pointing over the pinky finger. This metal is able to change form, but nothing larger then itself.

-Blood Control: His blood is just as much a weapon as the rest of his powers. Not even having to break his skin, he can control his blood to intensify an attack, create a defensive wall, or to simply heal minor wounds.

-'Battle Lust': A hidden power that can only really be used when Jett is being beaten. He finds anyone that is stronger then himself a challenge, and this only spurs him on to try harder.

Advanced:
-Mind Warp: If at anytime Jett touches his opponent's spine, they fall into a type of trance, where they are left venerable to the outside. Inside, their mind has locked them into a game, where winning isn't easy, and death seems like your friend.

-Wicked Rush: After hitting his opponent more then 6 times, the body starts to feel double the pain, and then after 13 consecutive hits, the body feels three times as much pain.

-Searing Touch: Swiping through the air with his hands can leave burning welts if aimed at the opponent, or can even destroy walls and buildings.

-Aura Blast: By concentrating his aura into the palm of his hand, Jett can create a blast from his hand that moves at rapid speed.

-Shotgun Fist: A similar concept to Aura Blast, but the aura is not fired, but more so giving any punch connecting to an object the effect of a close-range shotgun blast.

-Summoned Souls: Jett can summon ethereal and physical souls from his past victims to help him fight.

Personality: Usually cold and generally not social, Jett lives alone and for himself only. He was once known to just collects soul to make himself stronger, but now he may team up with someone, but only if it is for the very best, but usually he does what his 'thirst' wants.

History:

Human Life​

Its quite surprising to think just how different Jett was when he was alive. He went be the name of Kai Haze (pronounced Hah-zay) and was just your local barman with a sense of humour. He would help those who couldn't get home, give out tabs to those he knew, and was a good mate to get something off your chest.

One night, everything went wrong. A group of three men entered the bar and chose the furtherest table, off in a dimly lit corner. They stayed there all night, not even ordering a drink. A few minutes to midnight, just before close, they all stood up and walked towards the bar. Before he could ask which drink they wanted before they left, three pistols were aimed at his chest, and fired...

The room fell into utter silence, and Kai's body flew to the wall behind him, his face twisted in horror and pain. Blood seeped from the bullet wounds as he slumped to the ground, and his vision darkened. Closing his eyes, then rubbing them, he opened them again and he was somewhere else completely.

Death​

Everything was white, excluding the gold trimming around the edges. The pain was gone from his chest, and after looking down quickly, it was as if it never happened. A female figure walked over to him, a black sword strapped to her left side. She smiled at him, something inside telling him that everything would be ok and he was calm instantly.

"Sorry to bring bad news, but you're dead." She announced as she stood face to face with him. Kai sighed, remembering what happened and accepting it fairly quickly. "But on the good side, you've been chosen to be an Angel of Retribution. Because of how you lived your life and how you died, you get another chance to help those who need it."

With a smile and quick wave, the woman turned and walked away. This is when he noticed two wings, obviously larger then her body, and wondered why he hadn't seen them earlier. In front of him, three mists appeared, each slightly different from the other. Without looking at any others, he reached for one shaped like a broadsword. As his hand touched the metal, he was blinded, and felt a rush of something flow into his body.

Kai Haze had died... Jett Ritsuzen was now an Angel of Retribution. He stood proud, holding a glowing blue broadsword, and flexing the new pair of wings he had just received. He could hear voices in his mind, and he came to realize these were souls that needed to be helped.

Years of service from Jett earned him a high name among angels, and was even talked about in some stories on earth. He was most known for the damnations he gave to those spilling innocent blood. He had already come across those who had murdered him... robbing another pub not far from the one he was at. So they had killed for money? He would make sure they didn't see money for the rest of their horrible lives.

One day, someone was ready for him. They had listened and researched angels, what they do and now he wanted to experiment on one. To lure Jett though, he had to make sure it was a horrible death for an innocent... he chose a 7 year old girl. To make it worse, he bled her slowly, and used her blood for ritualistic purposes.

Once she was barely alive, Jett appeared to send her to heaven, and damn the men who killed her. The instant he appeared though, a barrier surrounded him, locking him away from contact or using his strength or powers to free himself. The 'doc' was ecstatic with his success in capturing an angel, let alone the one everyone talked about. He began his experiments straight away...

Since an angel can't technically die again, the pain, torture and pure horror Jett was put through over the decades was enough to destroy anyone. Scars littered his body, his wings were tattered and missing feathers, not to mention his blood which covered them and himself. He was twisting inside, becoming something not meant to surface.

One of the experiments didn't go as planned, and the barrier was just not strong enough to hold back the terror that had been created inside. The doc stood back, and watched as his barrier that held for so long slowly began to shrink, and be absorbed by the angel he had captured so long ago. He knew it was the end of his days, and Jett would be the one to do it.

The barrier finished disappearing into the broken angel, his original powers returning, along with the magic of the barrier and the rage and hatred, he literally lifted his arms and the place collapsed around him. He spread his damaged and long-stretched wings, wincing slightly at the stiffness and took off. The voices were back, and that meant jobs had to be done.

He arrived at an alleyway, where a man was being mugged, but holding himself well. The mugger pulled a knife on his victim, plunging it through his chest. Another angel suddenly appeared, a golden staff in his hands, and after looking at Jett, his eyes widened.

The other angel was now attacking Jett. Reflexes kicking in, his broadsword swung to defend himself. "What are you attacking me for?" Jett screamed. The angel lunged twice more, then pushed Jett back a bit with magic.

"Stay back demon, this soul is heaven-bound!" a teen sounding voice answered. Jett's eyes opened in shock. He must look worse then the demons he's come up against. He bowed his head, trying to stop the fight, but to no avail. It reminded him of pleading to the doc to stop, but nothing got through.

Jett let out a roar that echoed about, and his broadsword became an arm plate on his right wrist, a point of metal forming over his hand. He waved his arms in front of him, and a red wave shot at the angel. It stopped him, and he went into a fit, before falling to the ground and not moving again. Jett walked over to him, touched his chest, and the body was gone, and a small red aura formed around Jett for a few seconds.

His first taste of more power, and he wanted more... the mugger and victim were next, and from there, Jett has kept to himself.

The Evolution​

The world was his playground, victim after victim falling to his power, then becoming part of it. He would chose the lonely and the weak at first, but soon they were not enough. Every new power added felt smaller, a thirst for more getting stronger inside him.

So he gave up on average humans. He began to travel slowly, searching Earth first, for fighters, warriors, anyone with a gift to fight back. He found a few, but they were only enough for a few days. It began to consume him....

Leaving Earth, Jett began to search the universes for more. He battled against warriors of different shapes and sizes, some nearly defeating him if not for his determination to win. His power grew, but with it so did the thirst. He began to figure out by simply looking at someone whether or not they could satisfy his needs, if only for a couple of hours.

And yet even this was not enough. He soon began to crave... and then a choice was made. The thirst had to be controlled. So Jett found himself a deserted planet, fashioned himself a tome, then sat down, folding his wings around himself. He focused his aura around himself, forming a cocoon of energy. Inside, the torn angel began to battle with himself, or to be more specific, the thirst.

After a decade of solitude, and a tiring battle, Jett finally broke the barrier around himself. He stood proud, on the outside unchanged, but on the inside, his power was expansive. The thirst for power was now a source of energy, constantly surging through his veins. He has evolved beyond the former Horror Angel he once was.

Jett Tero, the first Terror Angel had emerged into this existence. Now, he fights to adapt. To find actual powers he can twist into his form, and make them his own...

Theme Song: Microwaved – Pitchshifter
Battle Song: Voodoo People (Pendulum remix) - The Prodigy

 

[Prophet]

OOC: Thank you; I appreciate it Jett. Let's do this

IC:

Total darkness. The blackness of space was infinite in this cosmic tomb. Metal walls stretched on for miles and miles, kilometers of metallic barrier stretching around this patch of emptiness. The void of space was totally contained in this marvel of creation; an artificial construct to rival all others. No stars, no asteroids, no other forms of cosmic debris. Simple emptiness, in its purest form. A gigantic vacuum seal; like some grotesque mad scientist experiment. However, even in such quiet, there was beauty. Pure silence, pure emptiness; a perfect nirvana of peace and serenity. How fitting that it was here, the tournament would finally end…

Astral spikes; normal. Spacial continuum regular. Dimensional aberration at zero.

Even with eons of existence underneath its shell, there were always mysteries in life. Phenomena undocumented, stories untold, legends unsolved, frontiers unexplored. Part of the adventure of its eternal existence was finding these enigmas; adding to the Ancient Archives with every journey through the boundless expanse of space. Universes, galaxies, all offered up a bounty of knowledge to whoever care take notice of it. From the buzzing space-cockroach to the roaring demi-god, each took special notice in Methuselah’s metaphorical eyes… The Ancient One was a being of detail and facts; and what was to come would certainly bring that in its best form. In its ages of experience, Methuselah had found battle to be the greatest of all field research techniques.

Range clear; scan complete. Energy levels constant; estimated charge: 12.3 centuries.

The dark grey metal of the container suddenly began to bubble. Black flecks of liquid spat up from the endless walls, like breaching fish from a steel grey ocean. The small black spheres of the liquid began to shoot forward, gathering together at the very center of the huge container as if drawn by some invisible force. They shot through the empty vacuum like invisible black comets, melding together in a single growing sphere, which was swelling dramatically by the second. There was a quiet whirring sound, like silently spinning gears quietly shifting in the emptiness of this arena; the only sound in the isolated container. It was haunting, like the whisper of the dead in this futuristic tomb.

Enchantment confirmed; arena metal protected. Consummation possibility: 2%

The black sphere was now gargantuan. Spanning several thousand meters, it was smaller than its usual form in order to allow for more motion within the sphere. There was only a few kilometers between it and the wall of the container. Massive, it stretched farther than the eye could see, the black liquid metal rippling still, mirroring the black liquid stretched across the metal container as the gigantic machine took form. There was another whir, and a slight groan; a strange metallic gurgle that sounded almost like a yawn. The sphere hung still for a moment, absorbing the information from all of its many sensors. It was time.

Mission confirmed; final battle. Opponent expected soon. Current simulated emotion: Excited?

A single black seam split down the center of the sphere. The single black line was almost invisible against the dark shades of Methuselah. The Ancient One’s shell split apart slowly, moving apart as if stretching its arms after a long sleep. The two hemispheres moved apart, slowly shifting, the black liquid metal gently rippling, beautifully shifting until the bare outline of wings could be made out. From the darkness within the sphere, two sets of glittering red eyes gleamed. An artificial glow, the bloodred light beamed out of two robotic eye sockets, matched by a glinting set of jagged teeth. Sharp and jagged, obviously mechanical, the huge draconic being emerged, its blackened talons spreading outward as it emerged from its dormant slumber. Claws larger then whole moons extended from their sheaths, and as the metal plates slid into place along its body, the jagged robotic maw of the beast opened, and a splitting roar shook the arena, the shockwave spreading outward so that even the grey metal rippled slightly with its force.

Objective: defeat opponent to achieve Rank 1 position. Secondary: New specimen

If Methuselah could truly have emotions, one might have thought that the robotic beast had taken on a snarling grin. But instead, a single voice rang out from the beast’s maw; calm and collected a sharp contrast from the form Methuselah now took. It was quiet and emotionless; completely without accent or colloquialism. The epitome of perfection in language, albeit being totally artificial.

“I am waiting…”

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

A tiny droplet of blood seemed to appear out of nowhere, falling silently, towards the hard metal surface that would be classified as the ground. The air around the tear of dark red looked as if it were rippling away from the falling object. As it hit the ground, the sound of liquid colliding with metal echoing at an unnaturally high pitch filled the arena. The splash of blood littered over the metal ground stayed motionless for a few moments, but didn't take long to reveal its purpose.

A slight shimmer ran over the blood's surface, miniscule bubbles rising to its top, almost like it was being heated somehow. The smudge of red began to expand in size, continuing to boil more rapidly, until it had become as large as a football field. The thin layer of liquid bubbled rapidly, releasing small spheres of blood into the air, only to burst a few moment later.

The red liquid slowed its bubbling and boiling, small strands forming at the sides, like a snake being charmed with soft music. Shooting high into the air, they quickly formed a field of blood poles, randomly shimmering and rippling every so often. A single pole, directly in the centre, flash a bright white for a moment. As the glow died down, that single beam of blood now having perfectly smooth sides, looking nearly solid. This wasn't to last though, as it soon began to twist...

Starting from the bottom of the centre beam, the flawless surface warped, spinning in a clockwise direction. The shimmer shot upwards, the rest of the red pole following suit, a wicked twist emerging over the entire beam. The spin picked up speed, the surface distorting and creating a vacuum. Soon, when the beam had become more of a cyclone, the suction drawing in the rest of the red poles, adding to its size and density.

It wasn't long before the prison of beams had all merged with the central point, leaving a vortex of dark red swirling on the cold metal. A flamelike aura of similar colour burst around the cyclone, the blood beginning to shrink back, shifting inside the fire and taking shape.

Starting as simply a sphere around ten feet in diameter, it seemed to start growing limbs fairly quickly. First legs, then arms, the blob took only a few moments to shrink into a well toned torso, the head shaping soon after, with what looked like a set of wings behind it. The aura compacted around the figure, flaring just as it reached the liquid outline, causing a distortion around the area.

Seconds later, the figure became active, letting out a battlecry. The blood that covered the surface shot away, leaving whatever it touched sizzling a bit. What was left in its place was a tall, toned angel. Wearing a pair of dark jean, army boots and a set of leather straps over his torso, it was easy to see his skin was scar-ridden from head to toe. His hair was black with red patches throughout. It looked thick, slightly tidy, but not really looked after. His wings looked tattered, feathers missing or broken and dried blood splattered everywhere.

Flexing his arms and torso, the angel looked around. It wasn't hard to notice his opponent, the enormous dragonic figure looming over him. He thought of the story of David and Goliath floated through his mind, but that seemed like a children's story compared to this situation. This beast was bigger then a solar system, whereas he only barely managed to tower over average humans. The angel let out a sigh, knowing how much of an annoyance this was going to be and spoke a few words.

"My name is Jett Tero..."

 

[Prophet]

“My name is Jett Tero…”

As the angel spoke, battle cry ringing out through the vast arena, those crimson draconic eyes lit up, glowing slightly brighter as Methuselah’s sensors lit up. The sound waves ran through the mechanical dragon’s massive sensors, instantly translating into data and feeding into the massive archives contained within those metal plates. If one could visualize how Methuselah’s information process took place, it has been best described as infinite arcs of blending colors, rainbows twisting together and exploding in an infinite series of data flames.

Searched: Jett Tero. Voice pattern matched, records drawn; opponent identified.

Those brilliant red eyes, like burning stars in the blackness of space, glared down directly into Jett Tero bloody face. Every scar on that pale skin was analyzed in that instantly, no particle of Jett’s body escaping Methuselah’s visual scan. There was a low, mechanical growl emanating from the huge throat of the technological beast, and as the sound waves faded from the massive container. Cybernetic teeth, razor sharp and gleaming in the dull light, quivered slightly as the maw of the great beast opened, Methuselah’s clear, emotionless voice shook the arena; a sheer wave of sound reverberating around the contained space.

“Jett Tero, Terror Angel…” he stated, the voice swirling around the angel, ventriloquism at its finest, “I look forward to seeing if your reputation precedes you… May your power serve you well; let us begin…”

Activating Dust flow; pigment augmentation correct. Executing…

Methuselah’s massive spiked tail slowly waved in the space behind him, shielded from Jett’s view by his own gargantuan mechanical shell. The tail was so huge; it was like God’s finger sliding up and down along the fabric of space-time. As the words shook the vast arena, Methuselah’s tail slowly touched the far end of the metal contained, touching its serpentine tip to the dark gray metal silently as they spoke. There was an inaudible slip of black liquid that spilled onto the gray metal before it faded into an invisible state. By the time the last “begin” was snaking its way around Jett, the tail was resting calmly against the metal wall, the liquid flow undetectable.

Living Dust flow initiated; activating battle matrix. Charging fusion… Locked…

It was further disguised by another roar, and as Methuselah opened his metallic jaws wide, the air almost shaking as the screaming roar exploded out of him. The roar was ear-splitting, so loud that the wave of sound might knock Jett over if he had not adequately braced himself. The robotic dragon’s jaws were held wide, sound and air screaming out off the throat as a slight golden glow followed the tornado of air. Following the sound blast, a gargantuan jet of solar energy exploded outward towards Jett. Several hundred feet in diameter, The flames shone like a bright star; composed of the same blazing plasma that made up the sun. The heat surrounded the solar fire, and increased the air temperature so quickly that anything within 100 meters would spontaneously combust into flames. Drips of the molten fire dripped between Methuselah’s mechanical dragon teeth, like hellish saliva, dropping down in glowing gold droplets to the far bottom of the metal void.

Provocation begun. Sensors recording. Measuring response; chances of prediction: 67%

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

OoC: The end date on this battle might have to be extended a week or two due to work taking up quite a bit of my day (6 days a week, before sunrise - sunset or later). My apologies for not posting frequently...

IC:
"Fuck..."

The huge dragonic creature lit up in front of him, its massive size covering a fair distance of the metallic container that held them. It spoke a few words, going in one ear and out the other of the dark angel. He was here to win. Finally, after three dreadful outcomes before him, Jett was just glad to actually see his opponent this time.

His sensitive ears heard the huge tail of the dragon move behind the beast, touching metal of the other side of the massive metal cube. The walls around him seemed to change slightly around him, the angel squinting and looking around, trying to figure out what it could be. His attention was quickly shifted to a massive roar from the dragonic creature, the sound forcing him to stand his ground.

The jaw was opened wide, a golden glow emitting from the dangerous rows of teeth. Emerging from the mouth of his opponent, Jett watched as mass amounts of super heated energy was blasted in his direction. He could feel the temperature change almost instantly and knew that the battle had officially started.

Tensing his body, leaning into a slight crouch, the dark angel's aura flared to an expanisive size, creating a dark red flame that could cover a small town. The intensity was so great, the area around him began to distort, looking as if it was being drawn into his body. With his muscled bulked and tightened, his hair flowing upwards and his eyes glowed with power, Jett began his counterattack.

Starting at his fingers, a bright red glow appeared, running up the back of his hands and up his forearm. Where the red glow covered his viens, his skin split slowly, a trickle of blood flowing into the glow, darkening its colour almost immediately. The aura around him began to release serpent-like energy into the glow, creating a shimmer of distortion around his arms and hands. Then, with a spin, Jett began to release his attack.

"Searing Blood Blast Tornado!" Thick red beams spewed from his fingers, making a blur of red energy, aura and wind around him, growing quickly to combat against the solar energy headed towards him. The mass of red energy arched forward, becoming straighter and looking as if its purpose was purely to oppose the dragonic creature's attack. Jett himself travelled up the middle of his energy, closing the distance between the two fighters and hoping that he'd put enough power into his attack...

(Dammit, it posted twice. Could a admin or mod delete the post before this one?)

 

[Prophet]

"Searing Blood Blast Tornado!"

The crimson panoply of energy shot like a torrent towards the fiery blast, a scarlet spear of crackling energy diving headfirst into the solar inferno. Spitting in a straight line, erupting from the surface of the gray steel like a cosmic volcano. Golden energy roaring, twisting around with the crimson aura in blending tornado of red and gold splendor. Like a cosmic Chinese firework exploding in between the two jets, a cataclysmic cascade of colors rained down from where the two blasts met, disintegrating into the colorful energy rain, which descended onto the field like an umbrella of pure color. The dragon's blood-red eyes gleamed, matching the hue of the broken energy cloud as it glanced into the huge cloud of the explosion.

Sample acquired. Beginning procedure. Searching for opponent...

The angel must be somewhere in that huge energy cloud, hidden somewhere amongst the crimson smoke and golden tongues of flame. The dragon's jaws, still held wide, the great mechanical teeth still smoking from the solar energy, snapped shut with a huge crash, a jet of vapor hissing out of the great beast's nostrils. Blood-red eyes gleamed, burning lights shining down on the cloud of energy, aura, and smoke, and with a whirr, the red light expanded in a wave of light.

Force field projecting... isolating area... Barrier projected... Success probability; 86%

The red light beamed from the dragon's electrical eyes, creating a hexagonal patterned, spherical field around the cloud of energy. The red aura and the golden flames that were left stopped dead in their tracks, frozen in space, completely immobile along with anything contained in all that energy. Encompassing the entire collection of debris and energy, the red field hung still, rendering all movement within null.

Barrier projected; aura utilized to create zero-point energy field. Energy flow- frozen.

The energy field was created via a sample of Jett's aura, taken from his counterattack. The make-shift zero-point energy field froze all energy flow within the field; encompassing material energy flow as well as whatever energy Jett had used in the assault. If the angel was within that cloud, he was trapped. The dragon groaned a bit, a mechanical whirr escaping it's maw as it slowly directed the energy barrier forward; it would take it with it when it left this dreadful arena.

Specimen acquired... checking validity now...

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

I forfit... I can't keep making you wait man. Work is killing me... You've done excellent. Congrats on being offically Rank 1 from now on.

 

[Prophet]

Aiche, doesn't work kill us all? Thanks; you've been a pleasure to battle; Hope to see you again in the course of our battling