The door? This fight had only just began to ramp up in his eyes, but if he was thinking of a way out then that could only be a good thing. He came in with another strike; a strong hook to the jaw of the Majin. He tried to get his hands up in time, but they could do little to resist the strike, which had a lot more put into it than he could hope to defend against. He didn't want to risk his head leaving the platform as it had before, so this time he tried to actually keep it in place this time.
As the shot connected it threw his whole body to the ground. His mind was quite dazed at this time, and he'd be slow to get back up. Where did the energy come from on this guy? And just how much more did he have to give? Even as Majin he could feel himself wearing out; this guy must have been hiding it from him, and he was doing a damn good job.
But Faustus wasn't out of this yet. Eventually he did manage to pull himself to his feet. He brought his arms up to his face and gestured for him to come again.
A resounding slam echoed out as fist met Majin. Satisfying as it was, that punch didn’t have enough oomph in it to seal the win. Thankfully though, they seemed to be as drained as one another. Neither of them would hold an edge for a while, it seemed. Was that good or bad? It certainly made the fight more exciting for the onlookers.
”Message received! I’ll beat your head in so it stops... Bouncing around!”
Erebos loosed a trio of jabs at the Majin, trying to use his head as a punching bag. After that, he’d finish with a side kick to the ribs, extending his reach just a tad by hardening his shadow and attaching part of it to his heel.
The crowd was at a fever pitch now. With both fighters putting on such an awe-inspiring show, it was no wonder why the pair of them had accrued fans already. They were serious showmen, wether they intended it or not. Odds were high that a rematch between these two would sell some serious seats at the next Budokai.
Just how much more of this could Faustus endure? Erebos had only taken a couple of hits, but the Majin was being rained on with blow after blow and they seemed to be near each other in stamina. Talk about winning the genetic lottery.
He'd been trying to lure Erebos into a trap; take advantage of this false sense of security. The problem was that this sense of security was quite... secure. For the most part he was unable to avoid any of the strikes coming his way, leaving him little more than a punching bag at this point. The quick jabs to the face were more of an annoyance than anything else, but over time the chips would pile up; he had to think of something fast to get out of this.
As Erebos attempted to finish his combo off with a side kick Faustus knew this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. As his leg came in, aimed at the ribs of the Majin, Faustus would instead fold himself in half as if was playing limbo and the leg of the Demon was the bar. Instead of just leaning back however, he'd go so far down that his head touched the back of his feet. From there he wrapped his arms around his legs and reformed himself into a sphere as he had done so earlier.
From there he could blitz forward in the direction of Erebos; tearing up the platform along the way, and then driving himself up and aimed at the chest of his foe.
6MP Ki Boost Activated
Volleyball Strike = 100,800 (70% - 2KP (4KP) - No Variant) Aimed at Erebos
Faustus’ plan worked perfectly. The fierce kick went wide, and as the Majin contorted himself, Erebos could only watch in fear as he realized what was occurring. It was that same attack again, only this time the Oni hadn’t anywhere near the stamina needed to dodge! He brought his arms up in vain, only for the ball-like Majin to slam straight into his chest!
Something definitely broke. A rib, a lung, maybe his pride. Whatever it was, it knocked the wind out of him. He stumbled back, falling forwards and landing on his hands and knees. Breaths heaved out of him in waves, trying to regain his composure as his vision blurred. Nobody had ever pushed him this far. It made him very angry.
”You miserable oaf...!”
Erebos forced himself back to his feet, shuddering from the pain. His anger forced a sneer to his lips, and he spat at the ground between them.
”You deserve a dash of praise. You’re smarter than you look. Stronger, too.”
He snapped his fingers, and his sword reappeared. Even that much effort was enough to feel draining. ”Let’s finish this.”
Lurching forward, he stabbed at Faustus from afar, looking to poke out an eye.
His attack worked just as intended, with Erebos being knocked down to the floor, which left Faustus time to celebrate his accomplishment. The little pink man danced and hoped and skipped around the spot for a few moments, thinking that perhaps he had finally taken down Erebos, but it was not to be. The boy spoke up once more; at least it was praise this time. When Faustus turned back to face his foe he was now back on his feet, and with more to say.
Apparently the two were nearing the end game, with Erebos wanted to finish things off. Faustus was fine with that; he welcomed the attack with open arms. Erebos lunched forward with his sword once more, attempting to take out an eye. The poke found more than just an eye, as the blade would sink right through the head of the Majin like a knife through butter. Earlier in the match this would have been little to worry about, however at this point he knew that he wouldn't be able to shrug off such attacks any longer; it hurt, and he could make little attempt to hide the pain with his bellowing cry. He couldn't afford to suffer though; his opponent still needed dealing with.
"Damn... you; you know how long it takes to grow an eye back from that sort of thing?"
Faustus wrenched his head and body backwards just as he did before, however this time with the sword in his head, and still in the hand of Erebos, he hopped to throw the Demon back with him; if he could get some distance between the two then he could use those precious moments for a bit of recovery.
His grip tightened on Stickler, trying to pull back as the strike rang true. It seemed, however, that the blade had rung a little too true, as now it was stuck in the Majin’s head! He yanked back, trying to pull Erebos off his feet, but the Oni was quick to react.
Snapping his free hand, the upper half of his blade turned translucent, before reshaping to its normal self after Faustus had moved. Stickler was made of pure shadow essence, meaning its shape could be both molded and torn down at any time, provided Erebos could focus on the act. Thankfully, he had the foresight to transmogrify his blade before the Majin had put any force behind his motion.
Stepping back a ways, he began the next phase of his attack. This was going to be a gamble, but it was one he had to take. Pooling his energies, he let the full might of his shadow magic brim forth. It coated the arena in a dull gray hue, with only himself and Faustus sporting the only color inside the arena. Erebos’ eyes glinted with that same murderous red.
”You’ll have to regrow a whole lot more than your head after this!”
Faustus yanked hard in an attempt to pull the Demon back with him, however he'd end up falling down all by himself. Someone the boy had removed his blade from his head? More magic probably. Whatever it was he was down on the floor by himself; looking like a fool no doubt. He quickly scuttled back to his feet and hopped back a few steps to create some distance between the two. He talking again; another taunt that he may actually be able to back up this time.
He didn't have a whole lot left over to defend himself from whatever was coming in; he'd just have to hope that his natural stamina would be enough to withstand the next attack. For once he actually became a bit somber; would this battle be over with the next attack? He wasn't quite sure what to expect; had he not seen all of his techniques at this point? There was still the chance that it was all just a bluff, but he couldn't take that risk. He was really left with just one option all things considered: he raised his arms up and across his chest, he took a wide base with his feed and he prepared to face whatever was coming.
Erebos cackled. A villains laugh; hearty and full of phlegm. His eyes were wild with bloodlust, and as he raised his blade over his head, it dripped a strange black goo from the tip. It splatted against the floor, and shadowy tendrils gripped the tiling tight. Whatever this technique was, it was about to hurt.
Faustus’ request for no talking was obliged. Erebos simply leaped forward, a grin spread wide like a cartoonish monster as he brought the dripping blade down on the Majin. It’d tear through flesh, crack bone and maybe bring a few tears from his eye ducts.
He’d find that the wound was deep, and it would be particularly hard to close with his regeneration. Between the cracks and crevices of the wound, shadowy tendrils had found purchase, writhing about and pulling the skin apart from itself to deepen the wound. It was as if the wound was an attack all its own.
Flicking the blade clean, he’d lick the remnants of his magic off the faux steel like a creepy villain. He was really hamming it up right now. This was, in a roundabout way, how his family acted. Crazed and bloodthirsty. Getting angry really brought that side of him out.
[SPARKING] Bloodletting! 90% Power = 150,750 Damage incoming! This has the [Overflowing] Variant! If it clashes with another technique, it’ll gain 10% Power (raising to 167,500)! In addition, this CANNOT be fizzled! This has the [Bleed+] Variant! If it deals 20% of your PL or more, it will deal 15% of your PL in damage for 4 consecutive turns!
Erebos was becoming maniacal at this point; what had he done? What had be awakened? Within the moment the Demon was on him; his sword supercharged with a desire to end this. The look in the eyes of Erebos gave him the feeling that he wasn't just looking to win; he wanted to kill. Maybe he couldn't afford to simply sit back and tank this one; he needed to do something about it. Before Erebos had reached Faustus, he brought both his arms up and tried to catch the blade; it seemed dumb but what else could he do?
Alas, it was futile. It may have slowed it down some what, but it couldn't hope to protect him entirely. The blade sliced him right down the middle, with only a thin attachment down his back holding the two sides together. The force of the strike was enough to send him back, though he dug his claws into the stone surface to stop himself from being rung out.
As Erebos had warned; this attack was a killer. Though the two halves of his body tried to reform they found themselves, his material connections were weak and lethargic. What was occurring could barely be called regeneration at this point; it was more of a lazy man's patchwork. Though he could hold himself upright, right down the center of his body remained a gash which refused to heal. It left him vulnerable, but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Now what? That attack had sucked all the juice out of him; the only saving grace being that the same was true for Erebos. As he stumbled forward Erebos came back into view; what a view it was. His attitude had changed since the beginning; he was into this a lot more than Faustus was at this point. He was ready to go again, and Faustus had little reply. He could barely hold himself together anymore, but he fought on. Lunching forward at the Demon attempted to tackle Erebos to the ground, if for no other reason than to lay on top of him, and perhaps catch his breath.
The blade was brought down and cleaved through cleanly. Erebos cackled, his stance low and hunching. This was amazing. Exhilarating! The crowd disappeared in his eyes. All he could see was Faustus, and boy did he want this guy gone. The repercussions of his actions didn’t much matter in his mind— if he won, then who cares?
”I really did a hack job on you!” He pointed lazily, and laughed again. ”Do you need stitches? I can get you some; make sure you’re presentable in your GRAVE! Ahahahahahaaaaa!”
Hilarious as this was, he had to try and focus somehow. The elation of delivering such a brutal blow was beginning to cloud his rational thinking, but Faustus’ sloppy tackle brought him back to his senses, if only for a moment. The Majin had collided with his chest, but Erebos kept himself upright despite the force. With an annoyed groan, he shifted himself to the side, tossing Faustus away.
”This isn’t football, kiddo. This is a battle! Try something a little more reasonable, won’t you? Don’t you have any big attacks to try?”
Goading him was probably a bad idea, but the guy was so wrecked that he doubted the fight would continue much longer. Even so, he wiggled his fingers in a funny way, just in case. That particular gesture was the beginnings of a protective spell.
”I’m waving goodbye. Since you’ll be unconscious soon, I figured it makes sense to see you off before you can forget the next few minutes.”
More taunting from Erebos; to be expected, only this time he could do anything about it. He was right in this regard; he had beaten him thoroughly, and he was left without a reply. He could only stand there and and force himself to stay standing. His meek attempt at a tackle actually made contact, but the Demon barely flinched. He was easily pushed aside with enough force that it took him back down to the floor.
He could barely hold his head up now, but he did; he wanted to look Erebos in the eyes. He may have been close to his breaking point, but he wasn't done yet. He dragged himself back up to his feet once more, and though his composure was rocked he still had one final trick left up his sleeve; it was all he had left at this point.
"Well... I have to say you've done quite well; winning no doubt. This will be a goodbye, for just as you held back one final attack... so have I. I promise you this will pack much more of a punch that yours... so I give you this one final moment to prepare yourself... for oblivion."
Another attack, eh? It made sense. Everybody had some cool move up their sleeve for dire situations such as this. Faustus had shown off some seriously potent attacks before, but none of them seemed to “pop” as much as a signature move ought to. Nodding, he took a step back, sobering just a tad from the warning.
”I must admit, this has been fun. As annoying as you are, this battle has been a real treat. If we both survive this, I think we should go out for a drink sometime. Celebrate the competition or whatever?”
His finger wiggling turned to hand shaking, before suddenly his whole arm began to wheel around in a circle. It collected the shadows around him as it passed, clinging to his arm as if it were a lint roller. If this attack was as potent as Faustus implied it to be, he’d need to use his strongest defense.
Well, he was a little winded. Maybe his second-strongest defense would be enough this time.
”This oblivion-bringing attack... does it have a name? I bet it’s something real nasty, like Suneater! Or maybe Black Hole? Cmon you can tell me. The crowd is waitinggggg!”
Fun wasn't how he would have described the bout, especially with what was to come next. Thrill though? That may have been more suitable. Some of that happy-go-lucky attitude appeared to have returned to Erebos; the Majin wasn't himself worried about what would happen after the fight was over. At this point he was on his last legs; either he'd win or lose, and that's what he cared for. Considering he was known to be a sore loser he didn't expect celebrate at all with how this fight had turned out. "A name? A name for our end? I hadn't thought of one yet. I've only used this technique once before, and it didn't turn out quite that well. That was a long time ago though, and my power has grown several times over since then. This will be my annihilation attack; once fired only one of us will be left standing!"
Faustus tore open his mouth, and from the depths of his stomach came the most powerful energy wave he could produce. It ripped with such force that the seam down his back could no longer hold together; tearing himself in half with his own attack. As the two sides of body flew in opposite direction he would watch from both eyes for the outcome of his attack.
Annihilation Attack = 216,000 (150% - 6KP - No Variant) Aimed at Erebos
The energy in the air was palpable. Faustus wasn’t kidding earlier. Whatever this next attack was, it was about to be a real doozy. Erebos watched, sweat dripping from his brow as Faustus named his attack. A little simple, but such a raw display of power didn’t have room for eloquence.
With one last flourish, he expelled the shadowy wisps around him. They ejected from his body as if he’d turned on a fan, and in their place a dull white bubble formed around the Oni. It hummed with energy, and as the attack bore down on him, it almost sounded like the barrier itself gulped in fear.
Within moments, it SLAMMED straight into him, cracking the barrier on impact. Fizzling chi filled the air, giving the crowd a massive light show as energy met energy. Erebos was pushed back, groaning from the pressure. Was this it?
He let out a mighty scream, pushing against the wave. He took a single, solitary step, and suddenly the barrier exploded. The beam did just the same, showering the ring in a cloud of smoke. Rubble littered the air, and it seemed that things were quiet.
The crowd murmured, unsure of what the outcome would be...
Suddenly, an energy blast broke through the clouds! Erebos was on his knees, but he had just enough in him to pop off one last, desperate attack. The blast was powerful, but nothing in comparison to what Faustus had just shown off.
”I’m... Not out... Yet.”
MOMENTUM BOOST! 2 MP used to boost next technique by 10% power
[Light] Brightball used for 2 KP! 30% Power = 50,250 Defensive strength! Brightball vs Annihilation Attack = Attack wins! [Shield] Variant is in effect! Damage reduced by 30%! New bleedthrough: 116,025!!! 69% Damage Taken
[Light] Lazy Slice (flavored as lazy blast) used for 1 KP! 20% Power = 33,500 Damage!
The annihilation attack failed to live up to it's name. Though it easily crushed through the shield that Erebos attempted to put up, it could not finish the job. Erebos was wounded sure, and so close to defeat, but his time was up. Erebos' earlier attack had a draining effect on him; he could feel it pulling his life away drip by drip, and now he all out of juice.
But Erebos wouldn't even allow that to finish him off; he wanted something with a little more punch. As the two halves of Faustus slowly, and barely pulled themselves back together he was somehow on him again. He just couldn't quit, could he? The limits to a Majin's ability to regenerate had been pushed to their outer most limits in this fight, and now they were beginning to fail. Faustus couldn't even take his original form at this point, with his body being held together by will more than anything else.
As Erebos came in to finish the job he didn't even attempt to defend himself; he was ready to accept his fate. Though bitterly disappointed with the outcome he knew that he could at least hold his own against the best. One final blast from the Demon finally tore Faustus apart in a way he could not recover from, not anytime soon at least. As the two halves slithered to the ground he conceded defeat.