Advanced Battle Quiz

[Nisorin]

In the middle of his journey to the capital, Carthrandour Nethretor speeds down the path between towns on his horse, two scimitars sheathed on his hips, and two half-carved tonfa strapped to his back.

[Orph]

"Blerp, blerp, blerp. You can't beat me, I'm fucking batman." A beggar muttered to himself as he stood in the middle of the road, staring down Nethretor like he was the man who had set his wife on fire.. The beggar mistook Nethretor for such a man, but don't tell him that just yet. "Jimatha! You bastard! You killed her, and now you've come to gloat about it! But guess what? I'm already dead, sold my most valuable possession left just to watch you burn.. Burn, burn, burn, like you burned her." The beggar ranted, within seconds the ground under him erupted into silver flames and engulfed him into it's inferno. Before long a figure walked from the inferno which had begun to surrounded to two with a half a mile radius, the figure was male, and it was dressed in a charcoal Gray suit. Which went brilliantly with it's pale skin and long dark hair.

"It seems you've come at a bad time, and he must've mistook you for someone you aren't. But I'm bound by a deal of the spirit, I have to take your life." The figure informed, it was obviously a demon. But exactly which demon?

[Nisorin]

"I assume there's no way for you to break the fact that I'm not the man he's looking for to him?" Carthrandour asks, strapping the unfinished tonfa to his horse's saddle. "The man's obviously delusional, since I'm not even a fire-specialist." He adds, his hands relaxing on the pommels of his scimitars.

[Orph]

"He's dead, his lovely little soul burning for eternity in Hell, I warned him that summoning me that quickly would kill him instantly, and since he made the pact.. I'm required by the deal to kill whoever he summons me to kill. It doesn't matter to me if he summoned me on the wrong person." The demon informed, cracking his knuckles along with his neck. With this he began to stretch, touching his toes and then yawning. "Lets get this over with shall we, I want a nap." The demon announced, little silver flames appearing on the tips of his fingers.

[Nisorin]

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a hurry, and as I have a mission of my own to complete, I cannot allow your deal to interfere." He answers, opening a tunnel underground for his horse to run through, bypassing the demon's hellfire. "On that note, I also cannot simply allow you to roam around freely. Even demons have laws and ruling councils here, of which one such as yourself must too obey. Yonka will be pleased to see a renegade brought to her." He muses, drawing his swords. "Well then, seems I've no choice in the matter." Carthrandour finishes, his eyes glowing a soft, silvery blue as the tunnel closes back up.

[Orph]

"You fool, I'm the one who made the laws." The demon announced, the silver fire on his fingers growing into large silver serpents, which began to spin around in the air. The five serpents on his right hand shot forth as they disconnected from the small flame on the demon's fingertips, their fangs bared and ready to bite into the man's neck, cutting his flesh and burning his insides.

[Nisorin]

Pushing one foot into the ground about an inch, a dome of stone rises up around him, five separate blunt spires bursting out from the dome to collide with the five flaming serpents, causing them to burst apart from the sheer force of impact. The spires then sink back into the dome, which shifts to fit itself to Carthrandour like a suit of armor. "The laws were created and passed by the crowned Metta'yoh of this land, milady Yonka Idovensarph of the Idovensarph demons. My name is Carthrandour Nethretor, leader of her Elite Guard." He calls out from within the stone, charging towards the demon with his swords leading the way.

[Orph]

The Demon laughed loudly, the five remaining serpents transforming into five silver claymores which began to levitate around him, they acted on their own, blocking the incoming warrior's attacks. "How is Yanka doing? I haven't seen her since I sent her up her for me to act through. She's nothing but a puppet, a puppet on one of my many strings.." The Demon smirked as he revealed the secret, obviously confident that he would win this little skirmish. Three of the claymores acted as defenders while the other two attacked, it was a good ratio between defense and offense. "That's right? Who's above all the normal little demons? I'm not Lucifer, while we are both equal in power over the denizens of Hell.. Come on, you should know this." The Demon smiled, giving little hints about his identity.

[Nisorin]

The man smirks as he deflects the two claymores, stepping back and bowing a bit as twin, blue crescents form in his pupils, their tips meeting. "Aye, I know you, we have met before, after all. Detherion, god of the demons. Interesting how you cannot even remember your own daughter's name, and I'm pretty sure you were more modest about your position last we met." He replies, the wind picking up to whirl about him in like a small tornado. "Also intriguing that you do not remember who I am." He adds, black tribal tattoos forming over the stone on his right arm.

[Orph]

"Yanka, blanka, flanka. She was always my least favorite spawn, and who here even calls me Detherion anymore? I didn't even make it up, I think one of Yanka's mortal companions did.. Well anyway my name isn't Detherion, it's Sakael." The Demonic General informed, returning the bow as his five claymores parried and kept attacking the man. "I'm not always modest, sometimes I'm truthful, and sometimes I'm full of deceit.. Yeah, I like that word. Deceit, it just sounds wonderful." Sakael continued, the silver flames on his fingertips bursting back to life, this time they took the form of hundreds of little doves, except you know. On fire.

They flew into the air far above the fighting, acting exactly like a flock of birds they dive-bombed the man, intending to burn him alive in a torrent of flaming birds!

[Nisorin]

Raising his tattooed arm towards the birds, Carthrandour exhales sharply as a cone of black bursts from his fist, coating the birds in what looks to be sludge. Seeping into them, the flames extinguish and the sludge takes the dove's over, which promptly swarm around the five claymores, slowly beginning to take them over as well. "My my, have you forgotten who my own mother is?" He asks, tattoos spreading across his other arm to match his right. "I am, after all, your half-son. Your consort, is my mother." He adds, placing one blade tip to the ground, the tattoos taking a slightly bluish tint to them as five 6in. diameter spheres rise from the ground around him in a pentagram arrangement, lines forming on the ground in blue for a moment before fading out of visibility.

((Finished.))

[Orph]

"Get in line behind all my other illegitimate bastard children. You're like my...carry the seven...add four...Blast it." Sakael announced, laughing slightly as the sludge took over his claymores, it wasn't before long that the ancient demonic general began to ooze a similar sludge, except that it was silver.

"I'm not paying child support." Sakael informed, opening his mouth a torrent of the silver slime shot forth like a fire-hose, some began to seep from his pores as it formed a hardened cocoon around him.

[Nisorin]

"Wouldn't bother to ask you to." He replies, raising a thick stone wall to deflect the spray of slime. "I knew you weren't exactly innocent, but I thought you at least would be able to realize that I'm only your kid by association. Thankfully, none of your disgusting blood runs through me." He adds, using the temporary control he'd gained over the claymores to launch them at Sakael as black balls arc over the wall.

[Orph]

"Ooo, a chip off the ol' block. Sneaky." Sakael muttered with his mind, his mouth to busy spewing slime. Which began to eat through the wall very quickly like acid, the claymores melting as they hit the acid covered Sakael, before long there was silver acid everywhere, the demon began to laugh as the slime began to take shape into a large monster, him at the core as he smashed through the wall and intended to crush his enemy with an acidic monster hand.

[Nisorin]

Crouching down with his palms flat against the ground, the tattoos pulse   as they grow to cover his back and shoulders, a slightly green stone   dome rising up around him, which, if tested, would show up low on a pH   scale, neutralizing the acid and shielding him from the actual liquid at   the same time. All across the battlefield, small spheres made from the   same stone as the dome rise up from the ground, hovering a few feet in   the air as spires of a brighter variant of the greenish rock burst from   the earth, punching through the acid towards Sakael.

At the same time, the energy-based black balls bury themselves into the monster's acid flesh, spreading about an extreme chill, freezing the acid around them and subsequently limiting Sakael's movements.

((Just out   of curiosity, is this how Sakael actually fights?))

[Orph]

Except Sakael was no longer in the beast, it was on auto-pilot or something. In-fact he was hovering above around thirty feet above his enemies' barrier, within a few moments he began to throw his silver fire all over the place. Most of it was aimed at Carthrandour's barrier, some of it actually exploded randomly. It seemed that Sakael was getting bored.

[Nisorin]

More of the small spheres began popping up out of the ground around them, a few smoking from the reaction between the acidic liquid and the base stone. "It helps to hit your target, Sakael." The orbs sound, as the ground begins to shake, the stone dome opening up to swallow the fire, momentarily revealing an empty dome, with a small patch of irregular ground in the center.

The spires of bright green stone pierce through the beast even as the black orbs of energy continue to freeze it, the acid freezing around the spikes as the orbs tunnel further into the monster. The floating spheres of stone start to drift about, seemingly randomly.

((Preparation post 2 - complete))

[Orph]

And yet the demon continued it's attack, the fire that exploded didn't disappear, it actually seemed to just group around, the barrier was slowly crumbing under the assault. The silver fire seemed to be different, lighter, as did Sakael's eyes, his normally pure black eyes were slowly turning silver, soon the demon was no longer throwing fire, as if it was just pouring out of him. From every inch of his body silver flame flew out like he was a 360 degree flamethrower, but the fire did not stop, it just kept going.

[Nisorin]

The spires, having neutralized the acidic monster, redirect and burst out from the ground like missiles, soaring right for Sakael as the small spheres pop like firecrackers, the earthquake promptly stopping as the surface of the ground heats up.

A sharp, harsh laugh echoes above the dull roar of the flames as the ground begins to crack and distort, many of the cracks several hundreds of feet deep. As the fire pours into the cracks, they close together, as if imprisoning portions of the fire underground as the stone dome begins to bubble with the heat of the fire.

((Preparation post 3 - complete; energy requirement satisfied; beginning release))