Erebos had seen many a Majin in his time, but none so... inventive as this. His eyes darted to and fro, watching the slivers of majinflesh squirm and collect in the grooves between tiles. Was this to be some sort of all-out assault? An ace in the hole? He wasn’t quite sure. He’d find out soon enough, though, as the flesh began to unlatch itself from the ground and reconnect.
”Jeez. How do you even stretch that far?!”
The Faustus Tarp, as Erebos so eloquently referred to it in his mind, began shooting skyward. It seemed to be interested in engulfing him entirely, but that wouldn’t be as easy as the Majin was hoping.
Had Erebos perhaps been more winded, this would’ve been a cinch. Thankfully though, the Oni had recovered enough stamina, and had taken hardly any damage. He waited, watching the skin curl up and over, before suddenly lashing out with his blade.
The strike was vicious, and intended to slice through the skin like it were a thin fabric. Should the strike ring true, he’d leap through the opening before it was closed, and roll to safety somewhere near the edge of the ring. Should he fail, however, he had a few other, perhaps more exhausting ideas to evade capture.
[Light] Lazy Slice used to escape the hold! 20% Power = 33,500 damage! If this attack deals damage, Erebos will escape the hold. If it fails, then Erebos will stay stuck inside (unless Faustus dodges maybe he’ll still be able to escape, it’s your call tbh)
His form had fully coalesced at this point, appearing as a sphere in the air as it slowly condensed itself further and further; soon there'd be nowhere left for Erebos to run. The boy was tricky though, and certainly wouldn't give up without a fight. As he had somewhat expected the kid drew his blade and attempted to cut a way out of his body, though he already knew how he'd counter such an attack. From the top of his new form two fists would sprout, and as Erebos tried to cut his way open the fists would come together and crash down on top of him,
Regardless of how successful this attack had been, Faustus would continue to tighten his grip over Erebos. Every passing moment his size would get smaller and smaller; constricting what little space was left for him. As this process occurred, the head of Faustus now reappeared, pushing out in a place where he could be face to face with his opponent; he hoped to see up close the life sucked away from him.
"Not so talkative now, are you? Don't worry; once you've lost consciousness I'll let go. I wouldn't want to be disqualified after all."
Kurībākiru = 43,200 (20% Boosted to 30% for 2MP - 1KP - No Variant) vs 33,500
Kurībākiru Wins; Lazy Slice is only 77%, therefore 50% = 21,600 Bleeds Through
No Items - KP: 3/6 - MP: 3/6 - HP: 47/300
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2021 23:16:40 GMT -5 by Deleted
Erebos’ strike was blocked, interrupted by a pair of mighty fists that forced his attention away. He evaded them well enough, but the evasion had stolen away his escape route. Clicking his tongue in frustration, he opted for plan B. Although more exhausting, it’d get the job done.
Waving his hands in strange, alien ways, he collected the shadow cast by Faustus’ sphere. It was quite dark in here, making the Oni’s magic particularly potent. Just as the ball was about to properly constrict him, his form shifted to that of pure shadow, and he phased through the Majin’s skin. In his place, he left behind a doppelgänger of himself. The silhouette feigned pain as his form was squeezed together. Words escaped his shadowy lips, but no sound came with them. A few moments later, the shadow was crushed to bits, and the real Erebos clapped rapidly outside the sphere.
”Bravo, bravo! An excellent performance by the mighty Majin! I bet he’d have really done somebody in with that move... if they weren’t me, that is.”
Shadows lingered around Erebos’ form. Wisps of blackness that shifted and wormed about like little fishes in the air. They awaited his commands diligently, though they wouldn’t be around long. Using such powerful shadow magic created echoes in its wake, and these little energy motes were a particularly raw form of shadow. They’d be incredibly useful in the coming moments.
”We’ve had our fun,” he announced, tickling one of the shadows next to his face, ”But I think we both ought to take this fight seriously. Don’t you agree? We’re supposed to be giving these folks a show after all!”
[CORE] Dark Departure Used! 50% Power = 83,750 Evasive power! Kuribakiru is evaded!
Erebos had no hopes left now; only a few moments and he'd been a goner. Though, that's when something odd happened. There was no light on the inside, therefore he couldn't quite make up what was going on exactly, but Erebos appeared to be flailing his arms around. Perhaps this was a cry for help? No matter; his suffering would soon be over. In this last dying moment the compaction was over; Faustus now lay still on the ground, his form no larger than a basketball.
That was a bit off. He had expected the body of Erebos to leave much more of a... well, anything? He was supposed to stop when the boy stopped moving; had he accidently squished him entirely? That was when he heard the clapping. His face shifted from the inside to the outside now, and looking up he saw Erebos standing right there; somehow he had freed himself from the trap.
With Erebos' escape came more mockery of course. He didn't seem very impressed by the performance of Faustus, which succeeded in riling him up. From the egg like shape on the floor sprouted arms, then legs, and then his pants came back too. He now stood in his original form, and prepared for battle once more.
"Impressive. You want more? Give me your best shot."
It took Faustus a second to return to form, but he did so expertly. Such a funny ability, and shared by an entire species too! Erebos could mimic it in a roundabout sorta way, but it probably too far more finesse and focus than their strange malleable form.
”Want me to agress? I suppose I could take a shot at it.” His grip tightened on his blade. ”Lets put that regeneration funny business to the test, shall we?”
Erebos took a running start, blade pulled back as his jog turned to a sprint. His energy exploded forth, and his approach turned into shuddering steps. Like the lens of a camera clicking rapidly, his body phased in and out of sight, before suddenly appearing at Faustus’ flank. With a forceful swing, he aimed to cleave Faustus in half with his sword.
The strike would send a shockwave outward either way. A ton of energy was spent with that strike. Was it the right play? Maybe not. But sometimes one had to take risks. It emboldened your enemy to overextend in the same way you did. Only time would tell how much it’d help him, though.
The alternative was that Erebos was about to lose. He didn’t much like that idea.
Momentum BOOST 2 MP used to increase tech power by 10%
[Heavy] Determined Slice used! 90% Power = 150,750 Damage incoming!
The boy struck first, just as Faustus had hoped for. A vicious strike came down in an attempt to slice him in half, and rather than even try to defend against the attack he instead choose to stand there and take the attack head on. He was determined to see the boy witness just how much he was capable of coming back from. And so the sword cleaved through his form without much trouble, perhaps even more effective than the boy had thought.
Faustus was sliced right down the middle, with such power that his body was split in two. Once again an attack which would have killed any regular person, but for Faustus he honestly didn't feel too bad about it all. He was in pain, sure, but he wouldn't let that on; all things considered he was doing fine. In fact, he saw this as an opportunity. The two halves of his body looked at each other, then they looked at Erebos and let out a grin.
He once again launched his Tānkiru attack, which each half of his body this time rapidly turning like a combine and darting in the direction of Erebos. The boy had expended all of his energy with the last strike; he'd surely have nothing to counter this.
PL: 180,000 (144,000)
4MP Transformation Boost Activated
Determined Slice = 150,750 x 0.6 = 90,450 vs 0 = 90,450 = 51%
Tānkiru = 144,000 (80% - 5KP - No Variant) Aimed at Erebos
His strike sliced the man in twain. A debilitating status to be in for most, but an opportunity for a Majin such as Faustus. He hadn’t realized just how foolish of an act this turned out to be until the two halves grinned at one another.
”Oh yeah. I guess that’s just a thing you’re allowed to do...”
They were on him instantly. Whirling limbs came at the Oni, and though he could perhaps evade every other strike, the effort was moot by the end. The rotating strikes were impossible to evade. He was caught flat-footed, and was left bruised for his efforts.
At the end of the assault, he was sent back quite a ways, skidding to a stop and falling to a knee. Talk about tough, eh? He panted heavily, spitting out a wad of blood that smacked against the tiling with a wet slap.
”Good one. Really good! I guess I’ll stop teasing you for a little while.” He coughed again, and shook his head as he stood back up. ”You’ll have to land another blow like that to earn any actual praise from me, though.”
He ran a hand through his hair, moving the errant strands out of his face as he approached. Tired as he was, he needed to keep the fight going.
Erebos drove a right hook toward one of the Faustus halves, and his shadow seemed to do the same! It peeled itself free of the ground, attacking in tandem and giving the halves Faustus his own case of double trouble.
Full damage taken (86%!) Used [UT] Shadow Magic to summon Shadow Erebos!
Success at last. The two halves came down upon him with a fury, leaving him with little choice but to cover up and hope the onslaught ended quickly. The whirling would soon calm down however; he did not have the stamina to keep it up forever. As he relented the boy spoke again; teasing? The mouth on this guy knew no limits. Though the last strike did more damage than he'd like to admit he was still a Majin after all; he was further from defeat than Erebos now was after the last attack of his own.
But the Demon still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He delivered a decent hook into one of his halves, and as Faustus prepared to counter with the other half, it too took a beating. Somehow the very shadow of Erebos now leapt up from the ground and began it's own onslaught. Faustus in this form had still only one mind; not enough to keep up with the two attacking him. They forced him into a retreat; reforming in the process.
At this point the battle was beginning to take it's tool on him though. The material which composed his body seem to hang just a slight bit droopier, and the marks which he could have recovered from earlier now lingered; the sooner he could end this battle the better. Still running now, he fled to the corner of the ring and tried another tactic. There other ways to win this fight, one of them being via ring out. He had attempted to do so earlier unsuccessfully, and here was another chance.
As the two Erebos now stood in front of him he stretched his torso up and out like the sail of a boat, and then collapsed it down upon them like a fan, hoping that the wind generated would be enough to expulse them from the ring.
Erebos grinned as both punches made purchase, forcing the Majin back into a single entity. Pride surged within him, though it was perhaps undeserved. All he did was smack the guy around, but the way he did it proved, in some way, that he’d gotten a tad better with his shadow magic.
The two Erebos’ fist bumped, watching as Faustus changed shape yet again. Some sort of big fan, or maybe a sail? The Oni didn’t quite get it at first, but as it came down, he began to realize.
Working quickly, he recalled his shadow to him, and morphed it into a pair of mighty iron boots. He slipped them on, and planted his feet mere moments before the wind hit him. With his increased weight, the wind barely budged him. It did leave his hair in a funny way, though.
”Thanks for the blow-dry.” He flipped his hair dramatically, turning it back to its usual style as the boots faded away, slipping back into the usual shape of his shadow. ”Do you have a hairbrush? Maybe a comb? No? I’ll fix it after.”
Waving his hands, he tossed one of his shadow motes to the floor, where it began to morph into a new shape. It took only a few moments to grow into the silhouette of a Majin... Faustus was facing off against a mimic!
”Its not a perfect copy,” Erebos admitted. ”Doesn’t have your funny teeth. It’ll do, though.”
The Faux Faustus beat on its chest and stomped forward, aiming to send a fist into the real Faustus’ face and send him flying.
As Faustus folded himself over and over he created a storm which sent hats and beverages of those in the stands flying into chaos. As always though Erebos had the perfect counter up his sleeve. The shadow figure from earlier had been recalled back to the boy, and this time it took the shape of boots. Not very fashionable, but they weighed enough to keep him rooted to the ground. With his scheme foiled Faustus took his original form once more, and got to working on his next attack.
That's when Erebos pulled the next trick out of his hat. This time instead of another Erebos being formed from the shadows he produced another Faustus. The little runt wasn't a half bad imitation, but there was no time to admire the work as it hopped straight into action with an attack on the original.
He wasn't at all surprised by the aggression of the shadow, being fashioned after himself, though the speed was difficult to match with the strike landing cleanly on his jaw with enough force to probably throw him out of the ring. But he wouldn't let that happen, and instead of fighting against the force he instead choose to go along for the ride. He loosened and slacked his body in preparation for the attack, and when the strike landed his neck was strung out like a snake.
His head did indeed go flying, but with no resistance at all it was carried straight into the crowd. A few of the spectators were nearly crushed by the landing, but they managed to get away at the last second. With his body still in the ring and his head stuck in the stands he needed to think of something fast before Erebos and his friend capitalized.
Without much of a plan in mind, he expanded his mouth and began sucking in as much stone as rubble as had been created by his crash landing. He held it all in his cheeks, which caused his head to expand several times over, but with that size came weight, and with weight came force. When he had sucked up all that he could he grabbed a hold of his outstretched neck and pulled his head into the air. Like a giraffe he must have appeared to the crowd, but to the shadow Majin he would act like a hammer; bringing his now stone-filled head with the intent to crush it.
Wham! Talk about a solid hit! Erebos placed his hand over his forehead, whistling in surprise as the Majin’s head soared into the stands. Did that count as a Ringout? He didn’t really care. If the referee didn’t say anything, neither would he. This fight was too good to pass up by now.
Faustus was up to something over there, and it wasn’t long before said something was revealed. His head shot up into the sky, before slamming straight down on the shadowy Faustus. It splatted on the ground hard, turning into a slimy paste the sunk into the ground, returning to Erebos’ side.
Erebos giggled, scooping up the shadow and letting it engulf his arm. It swarmed around him, squirming about and trying to take shape.
”I haven’t used this next attack in a long while.” His sword, Stickler, began to glow a dull yet foreboding black. ”Say your prayers. This one is gonna hurt.”
The last time he’d used this, he’d lost the fight. Bloodletting was its name, and it was an imperfect technique. Even so, the best person to test it on must’ve been a Majin. If Faustus found a way around this, he’d be shocked beyond belief.
The ad-hoc hammerhead attacked was a smashing success; the shadowy figure was turned into a somewhat delectable looking paste which he contemplated getting a sample of, though Erebos quickly reabsorbed the remains. The slam had left his head a little fuzzy but the focus was still there; this fight was intense.
Erebos had a few more words to say; apparently this next attack was going to be quite the doozy. The last attack from Erebos, the one with the sword; that had been rougher than he'd like to admit. Though he also didn't do anything to try and protect against it. His macho defiance hadn't done much to stop the blade from slicing him in half, and if what was coming up was worst than that then he'd definitely want to actually try to create a shield next time round.
But he wasn't afraid of what the Demon had in store; he was excited. He had entered the tournament to test his might against the best the universe had to offer, and right now that was exactly what he was getting. If he could survive this next strike then he knew he could survive the best of the best. He took his defensive stand and prepared for what the Demon had in store.
His sword was enveloped by the blackness, but the cockiness on display was a little more of a front than usual. Erebos was second-guessing himself now. Faustus seemed too composed. Would he be able to withstand Bloodletting? Hell, maybe he’d nullify it altogether! The wheels of his mind turned, but he needed to keep up the facade.
”I’ll cut you to ribbons, dear boy. You can regenerate right? I’ll need you to do it quick so they don’t disqualify me!”
His sword sported a hardened block of shadow over top of it, increasing the size of its blade and the sharp edge it sported. His grip tightened again, and he twirled into the air.
Landing in front of Faustus, he sent out a dizzying string of slices and stabs. Each strike was packed to the gills with Kill; enough to knock the poor Majin off his feet and then some!
With one final slash, he aimed to turn the Majin into a pile of cubes, and scatter the bits across the arena with a shockwave-inducing stomp.
”How was that? I hope you’re impressed my flexible friend. Actually— I hope you have some quip in store instead. That’d be pretty interesting.”
[Optional] Otherworld Training used! 3 attacks can be used this turn.
Momentum BOOST! 6 MP used to reduce the next technique’s cost by 2 KP
[Heavy] Determined Slice used for 3 KP! 80% Power = 134,000 Damage!
[Light] Lazy Slice used for 1 KP! (Twice!) 20% Power = 33,500 Damage! 20% Power = 33,500 Damage!
Erebos surrounded his sword with a shadow; more of the same magic from before? He didn't know, but within the moment he was now on him with a vicious strike. Faustus though would not allow such a thing to come to pass. As the Demon swung he would find nothing but air. The Majin had split his body up into a thousand molecules; each too small to be a target. He could not keep this form forever though; sooner or later he'd have to regroup else he'd risk losing ever atom all together.
As his body reformed a few feet away he knew the inevitable was coming. Erebos wasn't done with his attack yet, and Faustus had not the energy to defend himself any longer. He was able to avoid the most devastating attack, but the follow up strikes still left their mark. The sword chopped and flayed pieces of him off with no remorse, and when all was said and done he was little more but diced Majin; served on platter for Erebos to stomp away.
And stomp he did, but it would not be enough to finish Faustus off yet. As he attempted the final attack, Faustus would force two blobs together and form a fist to counter the strike; swinging at the foot of Erebos. That was about all the energy he had left for now though.
He was a resilient little bugger, and it nothing else he could perhaps annoy Erebos into submission. His pieces had mostly been splattered across the ring, however as before they slowly came back together and his body took it's normal state. The process this time was much more painful for Faustus, and the regeneration itself was labored compared to the previous examples. Majins, while tough, were not invincible, and the longer this fight went on the more apparent that became.
Eventually he stood once more, but with a lot more scars across his body than before. His body was functional, but taking any more shots like that and it wouldn't hold up.
"Not... bad. Come... again?"
Dematerialization = 144,000 (100% - 5KP - Evasive) vs 134,000 Dematerialization Wins = No Damage from Determined Slice
Lazy Slice = 33,500 vs 0 = 33,500 = 23%
Kurībākiru = 28,800 (20% - 1KP - No Variant) vs 33,500 Fizzle
The barrage was relentless, but Faustus still endured. Slice after slice went wide, but eventually the end of the road found purchase. With his stomp, he grinned; even if Faustus was up and running, he was fizzling out. That regenerative gimmick was about to wind down and seal the deal on this fight.
That being said, Erebos himself was pretty low on stamina. He panted, breathing out through his nose in harsh breaths. Onnio seemed tough, but this guy was on another level entirely. Kaza could learn a thing or two about durability from this chump.
”Ready for... More?” Erebos snapped his fingers, and his sword disappeared. ”... Fine. Here’s one... FOR THE ROAD!”
The Oni stumbled forwards, aiming to slug the Majin in the jaw with a vicious haymaker. Groaning, Erebos reeled back. The punch would be painful if it landed, but even just a single swing was taking its toll now. How much longer could either fighter keep this up?
”How’s that for... More? Gotten your fill yet? The door is... right there... when you’re ready!” He pointed to the grass just outside the ring, and steadied his stance. This was the endgame. The next big attack would decide this whole thing. Probably, anyways. Weirder things have happened.
[Light] Lazy Slice (flavored as Lazy Punch) for 1 KP! 20% Power = 33,500 Damage!