A tense mont of silence ford between Zhen Xun Tian and Gao Ao Long as the two continued to circulate their aether and used it to enhance every fiber of their beings.
As the aether flowed into their skin, they beca tougher than steel.
As it flowed into their muscles, they condensed enough force to level mountains with a flick of the finger.
Once it flowed into their eyes and nervous systems, the world around them began to slow to a crawl.
Both fighters were absolutely ready to rip each other apart at the drop of a hat, now the question was...who was going to make the first move?
The answer to that question though was actually quite simple...both.
*FWIP! FWIP!*
*BOOM!*
Without a single word of warning, Zhen Xun Tian and Gao Ao Long launched towards each other, faster than the speed of sound and aid lethal blows at one another, only for their attacks to be intercepted by one another and repelled.
Zhen Xun Tian had aid to crack open Gao Ao Long’s skull with a devastating roundhouse kick, while the latter aid to crush the forr’s wind pipe with a four finger strike.
What ended up happening instead was that the two attacks collided with one another and canceled each other, causing the two of them to recoil from one another, but for no more than half a second. Imdiately after this cross attack, the two warriors proceeded to trade life-threatening blow after life-threatening blow as if they were nothing more than warm-up punches, blocking, countering and striking whenever they had the chance to.
A sound akin to steel colliding with steel, echoed throughout the arena and beyond as the two Aether Emperors fought on.
If these two warriors weren’t fighting mid-air at this ti, the shockwaves from their blows alone would’ve already flatten the arena into a fine dust and render everyone who was inside it at this ti into a fine red mist.
Surprisingly though, neither of them had begun to circulate their aether in a manner that would suggest that they were about to use an aether art, nor were they circulating their aether that would suggest that they were going to summon their [Astra], [Regalia], [Icon], or [Avatar] at this ti.
Were they doing so because they were still in the process of gauging their opponents?
Was it because they were waiting for an opening, a gap in the defenses in order to release a devastating counter?
Or were they waiting for their allies to co and assist them in taking them down?
In truth...it was none of these possibilities.
It was actually a bit more...sinister.
If one were to take a closer look at these two conflicting Aether Emperors at this ti, they would notice the faint shadows of a monstrous squid man and a monstrous whale man, clashing at the sa tempo as their mortal counterparts. One would also notice a strange type of energy exuding from these shadows.
’Co on...just a few more seconds...’
The reason for this "light" exchange of blows, was because they were both aware that the other had access to a powerful trump card that could annihilate conventional ans of protection with surprising ease and deal devastating amounts of damage in the process due to the weird energy associated with them. They understood on a primal level, sothing beyond thought and emotion, that their duel would be decided on who’s trump card was the strongest.
For Zhen Xun Tian this trump card took the form of a tattoo that wasn’t always visible on Zhen Xun Tian’s personal "tapestry", but when it did appear, it took the form of a kraken. Those who had the "fortune" of seeing this tattoo, swore that it looked back at them with eyes that judged their very souls, down to their very first mories.
On the other hand, literally, Gao Ao Long’s trump card was the arm that he...acquired...from an ancient tomb he stumbled upon in the abyssal lands, several decades ago. Actually, he had a bit of assistance finding and surgically attaching the arm by an outsider, but nobody needed to know that little bit of information.
Either way, both sides understood that the mont they took out their opponent, the other could go on an unmitigated rampage and decisively end this conflict, one way or another.
After all, there was nobody else that could use this strange energy except for the enemy in front of them...right?
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anwhile, in the hiding spot of soone who definitely knew what the fuck strange ass energy was being released at this mont between two Aether Emperors...
’So the grand plan here is for to just sit here for hours on end, as the desire to murder courses through my veins like lava, while those old bastards duke it out?’
=Like we said before milord, while you and the kaijin have a numbers advantage, in terms of raw power, Gao Ao Long has gotten you beat. Also, hours? It’s only been a few minutes at most, six if I’m being generous with the ti here.=
’The animosity coursing through my veins says otherwise, I desire to drink his blood and use their bones as a toothpick.’
[JUST LET US EAT HIM ALREADY! VIVA LA RETRIBUTION!]
’Yeah, and talking doesn’t help either!’
re monts after learning that kaijin have a powerful instinct to absolutely murder anyone who dares to mistreat the corpse of their kaijin kindred, Zhen Liu had to learn how to properly process the unbridled rage of five incredibly powerful kaijin. Technically that number should’ve been about six, maybe seven, however, Razorstella, Spring Brawler, and the yet-to-be-nad kaijin-zako hybrid had yet to be in "aggro" range.
It was already taking Zhen Liu all he had to not fly into a berserker rage at the mont, so he was hoping that the others took a long route back to him...that or Gao Ao Long gets his stupid head ripped off his shoulder before they returned, either option was good for him.
On the plus side, Logos and Pathos managed to get their shit together and went back to their usual dynamic...mostly.
’The downsides of an attached soul, I guess.’
=If it helps, we could try and relay you so information in regards to that bastard’s stolen arm. Give you an idea of who it used to belong to.=
At the ntion of this suggestion, Zhen Liu’s expression beca weird as he shot a funny look at his left hand.
’You didn’t decide to bring this up before, why?’
=Had to make sure the information was accurate. Didn’t want to just go off an assumption and guess which kaijin that arm belonged to. Made that mistake before...=
’What was that last bit?’
’OH GODSDAMMIT!’
Before Zhen Liu could get any answers in regards to his companion spirits’ questionable behavior, he was getting a lot more information about soone who’s remains were being abused right this very mont.
And what made this mont really special though, was that this was the first ti he got to read through a kaijin profile that wasn’t directly related to him.
’Huh...what a noble soul...hold up, what the fuck is all this fuzz?’
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Kaijin: Grand Blue
Creator: Invulnerable Storm Queen
Core: Magnanimous Magnificence
Formula: Code of the Titanic Siegebreaker
Strength: S
Dexterity: D
Endurance: S
Intellect: A
Speed: E
C.O.D.: Designated Lord fell, shortly destroyed after [DATA ENCRYPTED].
Description:
A mber of the Whirling Storm Knights, Grand Blue was created when the Storm Queen ca upon the remains of a Sapphire Whale King and use them as a vessel to contain the desire core of [DATA ENCRYPTED].
As the most physically imposing of the Knights, Grand Blue fought by leveraging his great size and strength, using himself as a living battering ram to destroy fortifications and foes alike, having no need for a weapon. That said, he did start wearing a suit of specially made armor after the Storm Queen showed concern for his well-being.
Grand Blue had a heart that was as big as he was strong, being delightfully friendly and charming if only a bit showy.
Would also often boast that despite not being the leader, that he was the greatest of the kaijin ever created by the Queen.
...
Like all the other mbers of the Storm Knights, they share a connection with the Storm Queen that was rooted in a past that had long since been buried with her na.
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