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Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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You lunge toward her at an appreciable fraction of the speed of light; the wake your body would leave behind is overawed by the surge of your wings, each beat like the detonation of a solar flare.

By the time you're halfway there--even moving at speeds far beyond those needed to ignite the atmosphere--your right arm has already flicked out, hurling your sword point-first toward Ash*in. The force behind the throw would be more than enough to shatter a mountain; it is only made worse by what you do next.

Cascade of Cutting Terror.

The words echo through your mind, and reality warps .

They call the Solar Exalted the Lawgivers; not because of any great sense of justice--if justice existed, it would never have allowed you to be born--but because it is what they do. Creation is a wild, chaotic place, in need of discipline so that it may understand Harbinger's truth. The Solar's task is a simple one: to provide this discipline. To ensure that lesser beings comprehend the universal law, over any and every objection. Even that of Creation itself.

Your sword multiplies into hundreds, perhaps thousands, of duplicates, each an exact mirror of the original. They are not even forged from shadow; they simply are . As they slice through the air, even tossed at speeds to make a railgun blush, they do not glow with the slightest heat; why would they, when they are so sharp they slice the atoms before them into pieces, again and again and again until it is as if they are flying through a vacuum?

It is the sort of attack one might use to shatter an army, slaughter a city, or cripple a god, and it is aimed directly at Ash*in and everyone in his general vicinity.

Your right hand is not empty for long; when you swipe your arms forward, one aimed at Aylss' neck and the other at her left thigh, power coalesces between your fingers, until you are wielding a pair of daggers that in all ways could be considered shards of a shattered star.

25-Jan-2015 11:15:29 - Last edited on 26-Jan-2015 05:40:21 by Enheduanna

Sir Duncan88

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A Solar Exalted, a soldier of light, borne from both light and darkness (well, figuratively). Great wings of a dragon so bright, so concentrated in pure power that all who dare to even be in their wielder's vicinity have no choice but to shield themselves in awe of the power (SOTC reference FTW).

All, that is, except one. Well, at least one.

Standing, completely unfazed by the wings, the cloaked pyroconjurer sees the Shadowforger rush toward Ash*in and his other allies, and in a split second, he closes eyes and opens them. For a second the dull brown eyes glow orange, yellow, white, then blue . Then him and the rest of the party disappear in an immense flash of fire, just narrowly avoiding a hail of almost infinitely duplicated reality warping, (reality setting?) swords.

---(Switching to first person again)---

Another flash, on the other side of the arena, and we reappear, otherwise in the exact same position as before.

"It w
ill take
more tha
n tr
icks of the light, S
hadowforger
" I muster up the most intimidating voice I can...it sounds more like the awkward character who defies the villain from a movie scene. "
To defeat us.
"

25-Jan-2015 18:08:19 - Last edited on 25-Jan-2015 18:30:00 by Sir Duncan88

Vrangr Wayne

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Note: If this seems hard to follow, jump to the bottom for a summary of the combat action. This is a bit rougher than my normal posts due to being my first stab at a rather odd perspective in combat.

-=-=-

You float, listless, in the now mostly barren plane of consciousness encapsulated in the layers of biology and technology that make up your brain. Once, this wasteland had been lush with life- fed by an invigorating river that fed you and kept you going regardless of what trials clawed at you.

Eventually, after an uncountable harvests of the fruit of that river, something had emerged from the riverbank and joined you in tending Eden.

This visitor wasn’t like the ones you had invited past the gates that protect your mind. This one came from the spring- She came from the source.

At first, you were delighted. She was company in times when you had none; She was an advisor when your own reasoning seemed to fail.

You let Her tend to your most beloved tree- the one planted by Him in days long ago that you had nurtured from a tiny seed to a healthy giant.

Under Her care, it blossomed as never before…

…and never would again.

Systematically, every living thing within was exterminated by Her.

At times She managed to leave the garden without you, and you would have to watch as She extended Her pruning to life beyond your little neurological biosphere.

It was then that you had realized what She was, but it was far too late by then.
((Note: I shall continue to refer to Aylss's sub-personality as female pronouns underlined until I work out a suitable name for Her .))

26-Jan-2015 07:07:43

Vrangr Wayne

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You then set out to keep her contained in the garden. You couldn’t taste its fruit any longer, but at least you could retain control of the rest of yourself. For a time, you did manage to keep Her contained, until She found a way to climb the walls of the garden to come and go freely.

And now that Natasha -one of your last anchors- has begun a descent to further madness, you did*’t really see a point to beating Her back any longer.

At least She is letting you watch what is happening now that She is in command.

”So, Natasha is trying again. I wonder what She *ll do- She never has really been one for the technical solutions to a problem.”

---

Fast as Natasha moves, nothing leaps to a conclusion quicker than a paranoid disassociated personality- especially one with the body and resources of a Prime Technomancer at their disposal.

She responds instantly, stretching the very fabric of existence in order to gain the requisite timing to arm Herself and respond in kind to the Solar Exalted’s reckless attack.

You watch in trepidation as She summons Iaseth and drops into a ready stance- the newly materialized spear’s buttcap planted firmly in the ground betwixt two of the tiles underfoot.

You instantly note that is a partially collapsed Iaseth, exposing only about four feet out of the seven that make up the polearm’s handle. The distance separating you from Natasha shrinks measurably, and tiny metallic plates swirling into existence to drain away the dangerously radiation emitted by Natasha’s second pair of ‘teeth’.

26-Jan-2015 07:08:17 - Last edited on 27-Jan-2015 02:53:08 by Vrangr Wayne

Vrangr Wayne

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The spa**al time-distortion work around rubberbands, and the continuum reverts to its normal flow.

Iaseth explodes, the last few feet of its haft’s length are propelled by a force that rivals the energy of a B-Class star’s hydrostatic equilibrium for the same span of time. Space gives way before Iaseth’s paradoxical tip- one both finite and infinite at the same time.

A spearhead of impossibility, forged in the Archangel project.

Iaseth’s tip plunges into the Shadowforger’s abdomen as if her armor and anima did not even exist; her body taking it to the hilt. A grunt turns to a scream as your body moves, pushing her up and over your head into a new position before Iaseth withdraws with a *snap*, leaving a shell of itself within the gaping hole it had made.

Regardless of Natasha's chosen landing strategy, the remaining ghost of a spearhead doubtless does yet more damage as the living metal it is made up of begins to spread and rip at her body even more from both inside and out

26-Jan-2015 07:09:31 - Last edited on 26-Jan-2015 07:14:08 by Vrangr Wayne

Vrangr Wayne

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---

"Flying, crashing, it doesn't matter." you think, laying back down on the spiderwebbed cracks in the dirt of the garden.

Despite everything, you are rather impressed by Her performance in Her first true fight. The affairs with Wayne, Faron, and the dozens in between had been knives in the dark more than they had been any sort of real fight... whatever that means.

"So She used Iaseth to leave a Metalscar- a fair tactic, considering what equipment She has. For all her skill at healing flesh wounds, the scar would definitely add enough complications to Natasha's repair that She 'll have bought a some very precious time."

If She had properly accounted for Natasha's...

Peculiarities.

-----
**;DR Combat Note: Aylss’s spear extends, catching Natasha in her stomach, piercing her through. The planted base of the spear forces Natasha’s momentum to be partially redirected, which is aided by a slight retraction of the spear after Natasha’s body is forced up and over Aylss’s head. The spearhead then was extracted in much the way it extended, leaving a shell matching its shape and size. This shell basically grows within the wound if left alone.

26-Jan-2015 07:11:44 - Last edited on 26-Jan-2015 07:24:58 by Vrangr Wayne

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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When you hit the ground, it is with perfect grace. Your wings flex outward, slowing your fall, and though you slam into the stone on one knee--hard enough to shatter the tiling beneath your foot and kneecap--it is entirely deliberate. You rise, slowly, like a glacier; there is something inevitable about the way you turn, hands out to the side like you are a magician proving to the audience there is nothing up your sleeves.

There is a hole in your chestplate, where your stomach is supposed to be; it exposes the flawless flesh beneath, all pale skin and rippling muscle. For someone who's had a spear shoved straight through their body, you look remarkably untouched - in fact, the only sign you've even been struck is the way something slowly eats away at your armour, making the hole larger with every passing second.

Before your modesty can be called into question, you wave your left hand almost negligently, and the hole disappears, as if it had never been. Your chestplate seals up, still the same, shimmering gold it has been since you channeled the full strength of your Exaltation. Were it not for the colour, it would be identical to the armour you wear as the Shadowforger.

If she is surprised, it does not show on her face. But you can see in the settling of her limbs, and hear it in the way her blood slithers beneath the surface.

" I am the Shadowforger, " you say, and your voice resonates with starlight and the sound of dawn. " Everything I make are shadows . Tell me truly, Technomancer... have you never stopped to wonder what cast them? "

Power flares , bathing you in a column of sunlight that stretches off into the infinite space above, and you slam your hands together, daggers hilt-to-hilt. The resulting shockwave blasts outward from your fists, racing toward her; it's the sort of force and pressure needed to shatter bones and liquefy organs.

It is also entirely coincidental - merely a side-effect of what you have just done.

27-Jan-2015 07:43:20 - Last edited on 27-Jan-2015 07:46:27 by Enheduanna

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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Supernal Soul-Slaughtering Savagery.

Once, the weapons in your hands were daggers. Once, they were forged from the shards of a shattered star. Once, they had more blood on their blades than there are inhabitants in your average city.

But now?

Now, they are death .

They are the howling screams of the supernova, the gaping abyss of the black hole, the horrific inevitability of entropy. They are the sort of blades that gods fear and empires covet; the sort of weapons that exist to define the term itself.

The daggers in your hands cannot be seen; they are so terribly, terribly sharp they slice apart the very light that touches them, splitting photons into nothingness. A physical impossibility, to be sure, but you are a Lawgiver, and you do not care. They will cut what you want them to cut - no more, no less.

Sudden Stride Of Shadows.

You take a step forward, and you are suddenly there , inside her guard--or, at least, the guard she would have if she'd actually had time to summon her spear--without having passed through the intervening space. And, indeed, you have not; for wherever the light touches, the darkness is already there, waiting.

Her shields flare, her defences arc to life; space warps and time slows and her body moves but it does not matter. You have been a killer since before she was even born, and she is not fast enough .

Your right arm comes up, and the blade in your hand slices through three layers of infinity, four dimensions, five physical impossibilities, every bone in her left arm, and her shoulder.

The other dagger is plunged into her right thigh, straight through her femur until her leg hangs only by the flesh.

The shockwave has crossed a quarter of the distance to her by the time you are already gone.

27-Jan-2015 07:43:29 - Last edited on 27-Jan-2015 10:59:05 by Enheduanna

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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Your daggers, having accomplished the single task that defined their very existence--to cut Aylss--vanish from your hands, and in their place is your sword. A blade as sharp as starlight and longer than you are tall, it rests as easily in ten fingers as it would in two.

Bloodlust briefly sated, you turn, slowly, to face Duncan, as you reappear in the shadow Agent Light left from. Your wings flare outward in a burst of sunlight and glory, and you speak again.

" If I wanted to kill you, child, you would be already dead. " There is nothing but arrogance in your tone; a cruel, cold certainty in your own superiority. Somehow, your Exaltation still makes it sound beautiful. " Here. Take this, and get out of my way. "

With that, you thrust a hand into the shadow you are standing in, and draw Agent Light out by the scruff of his neck. He struggles once, briefly, but seems to realise he has a better chance of escaping a black hole than your grip.

You smirk. It seems at least one person understands the way the world should be.

Then your arm lashes out, hurling him straight toward Duncan and the rest of his cohort.

---

Ordinarily, the armour-reforging scene would have gone a little differently - Natasha's opinion of modesty is roughly the same as her opinion of morality. Unfortunately for her character development, the RuneScape forums do not agree. So I provided the PG-13 version.

Also, Natasha doesn't actually have the ability to do what she did to Yuriel, canonically - not without some preparation, at any rate. But when I suggested it to Eno, he though it was too hilarious to pass up, so there we go. Rule of Cool trumps reality yet again!

27-Jan-2015 10:58:09 - Last edited on 27-Jan-2015 11:23:46 by Enheduanna

Eno Remnant

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The most feared assassin in his universe crashes into Ash*in, the two rolling a short distance before sprawling out, Agent Light atop the fighter. He blinks a couple of times, gives his head a slight shake, and then looks down.

"Oh, hello. The shadowforger sends her regards."

A fist suddenly clenching a knuckle duster comes down, slamming Ash*in's--presumably helmeted--head into the ground, shaking his brain. The second shot crosses his eyes. The third leaves him with only darkness.

Temporary unconsciousness, heavy concussion. Estimated duration: ten minutes.

The other fighters have stepped back, alarmed by the abrupt and brutal display of violence. Madguy, seeing the hesitation of the others, begins to advance on the assassin--but then he's right there, and a dull thud at his waist informs him of a metal-weighted punch to the gut.

Easily shaking the blow off, he counters with a strike of his own. One that never connects, because Agent Light is gone and then there's a dull pain under his chin as the now-free hand of his opponent snakes under his helmet, sending him reeling.

He attempts to regain his footing, but a sharp kick to the back of his knee drops him, helm clanging loudly against the paved ground.

Mild concussion. Estimated duration: one minute.

Duncan and Pyro are moving in to assist at this point, but in their eagerness overextend their respective guards. Pyro is thrown into a wall and Duncan flipped over Light's hip into the ground.

Winded. Estimated duration: half a minute.

The assassin takes a swift kick at Duncan's head.

Revised estimate: two minutes

With that, he flips at the brim of his akubra, causing a transparent net to unroll from its brim. With the gentle depression of a button on his person, his outline ripples, and suddenly he is unseen; not even a shadow or a whisper of sound remains.

27-Jan-2015 11:55:39 - Last edited on 27-Jan-2015 12:04:37 by Eno Remnant

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