Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 2:39:04 GMT -5
The half-saiyan’s words were whispers lost to the roar of war; everything was indeed reaching its conclusion with or without justifiable reasoning. “Evacuation complete, milord. Triumph and Reconciliation may commence,” the loyal telepath would whisper into War’s mind. Invictus looked to the city around him, the once beautiful gem of the Universal Church of One now defiled and infested. At the hands of saiyans nonetheless; a disgrace. Maneo wished an agonizing death upon Sebastian in that moment. Truth had led them right Mement Mor and on his head lay blame for the ensuingdestruction.
With the final leg of the mission left to complete, Invictus waited with bated breath as the half-saiyan shot forward, familiar Warhammer and energy clad fists in tow. As soon as his golden aura pierced the smoke and debris the remaining white suns shifted down and beneath the Cardinal as he hovered above. Instantly four became one massive sphere before a beam shot from its bottom, straight into the ground below. The weapon lunged into the air, guided by its owner’s mind, indeed a cute distraction for crimson fists to pierce holy armor.
A thick beam surged downward from the collective sphere, burrowing deep into the ground, thrusting waves of dust and debris which swirled around from the incredible force of the sustained wave. In all, it left a unique battleground for the final exchange. Levitating above the city, just below a small planetoid of energy as hot as the sun and white as winter sat, casting a heavenly glow upon the duo as they would clash. The circling dust storm formed a cyclone of dirt and debris around the small star and its creator.
As the hammer pierced the cloud Maneo’s wings acted in unison, snapping forth like whips to collectively deflect the hammer with overly sufficient force. Apparently falling for the distraction Lane would appear a split second later, entering the battlefield with fists of fury. With all the anger and vigor Invictus could dig out of the boy with his words, the champion struck true. At the same instance War would lunge forward, using his own durability as his fists. The force the holy metal would strike the golden warrior’s after all was enough to pierce it, a metal thought to be impenetrable.
The hands would travel through the two fist size holes near his lower left chest and upper right shoulder, being bathed in the archangel’s divine light, before exiting the back of the armor thanks to the force Invictus added to the move. Breaking through the godly metal and traveling through the pure energy of Maneo’s self would leave the fists bare of red energy when they exited; as well as crippled from the sheer force. And as the fabled armor failed in those two sections it seemed to unleash a blinding light, like water from a cracking dam. The solar flare like crippling light surged outward in all directions from the great general.
While bathed in the great white light, as Lane’s fists finished traveling through each side of the metal, Maneo’s own arms would close around him. As if to hug the creature who was in the midst of literally punching through him. When the strikes reached their apex the arms would tighten into a bearhug and with all his strength Invictus would squeeze the flesh, muscle and bone between the near impenetrable steel of his armor hoping to hear a rib, or three break. Oh but he would not conclude to easily, after all this was his swan song. Like practiced clockwork it played out.
The fists broke the armor while the armor broke the fists. Then the death grip would tighten, also snapping his head forward to crack his hard helmet against the bridge of Lane’s nose. The crack in the helmet leaving an indent on the boy’s skin from the force of the blow. Immediately he would then twist his body one direction and then another whilst the boys arms still fed through his body. He did so with the proper angles and sufficient force to shatter the bones in the super saiyan’s arms. As the pain would wash over the half-saiyan the angel’s eight wings would wrap around them, encasing the two in a cocoon of white light.
“Our fate is sealed; we shall both know defeat this day.”
It would be now one would notice that the glow was gone, which illuminated the battlefield, as was the sandstorm which encircled it. The sphere had used up all its energy, now gone, leaving only a hole so deep only darkness lived there. Spinning to face downward Invictus flew into the hole with Conri strapped to him with every last ounce of his strength. Activating Bukujutsu x2 they rocket down with a speed of nearly four million.
“Rejoice Conri Lane; you have succeeded where your Prince, and countless armies, have failed.”
It was true, Maneo was dead. With his armor pierced he would eventually be unable to contain his ethereal form. Ninjin delivered the coffin, Conri signed for it, and now Invictus inserted the final nail. But it had to be done. Lane could not leave alive, nor could Mor fall to heretics. It was written in the holy laws. In his final act War would purge his soul, righting his failure. At the speed they traveled it would be but moments before they would feel the heat of the planet’s core.
Then the armor would glow as it had before, though even hotter until it burned a bright red against the half-breed’s skin. As they reached their destination his body would finally burst, his self-destruction emitting a power equal to the speed with which he raced to his finish; 4,100,000. Ninjin and Conri accomplished something no being ever had before; they had defeated the Cardinal of War.
~
A different plane. Blinding light. A low echo of a soothing whisper. A creature stands made of but light, bipedal and sentient in shape and form. It kneels before the blinding light, its loyalty eternal.
“Come, archangel Invictus; welcome home,” a soothing whisper echoes from the within the all-encompassing light. The being of light, naked for a first time in over a millennia, stands before stepping forward.
~
Meanwhile on the surface, Maneo’s detonation and the destabilization of the planet’s core would be represented by the surging inferno cylinder which sprang from the hole dug by Aon’s Flare and went high into the sky. Tremors would already be rippling through the planet. In the preceding minutes to Mement Mor’s absolution it would turn to terrifying quakes as lava and fire would pour from the crevices. Water would turn to steam and the weather shifted violently as the planet died around them.
[Two posts until planetary destruction; you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!]
With the final leg of the mission left to complete, Invictus waited with bated breath as the half-saiyan shot forward, familiar Warhammer and energy clad fists in tow. As soon as his golden aura pierced the smoke and debris the remaining white suns shifted down and beneath the Cardinal as he hovered above. Instantly four became one massive sphere before a beam shot from its bottom, straight into the ground below. The weapon lunged into the air, guided by its owner’s mind, indeed a cute distraction for crimson fists to pierce holy armor.
A thick beam surged downward from the collective sphere, burrowing deep into the ground, thrusting waves of dust and debris which swirled around from the incredible force of the sustained wave. In all, it left a unique battleground for the final exchange. Levitating above the city, just below a small planetoid of energy as hot as the sun and white as winter sat, casting a heavenly glow upon the duo as they would clash. The circling dust storm formed a cyclone of dirt and debris around the small star and its creator.
As the hammer pierced the cloud Maneo’s wings acted in unison, snapping forth like whips to collectively deflect the hammer with overly sufficient force. Apparently falling for the distraction Lane would appear a split second later, entering the battlefield with fists of fury. With all the anger and vigor Invictus could dig out of the boy with his words, the champion struck true. At the same instance War would lunge forward, using his own durability as his fists. The force the holy metal would strike the golden warrior’s after all was enough to pierce it, a metal thought to be impenetrable.
The hands would travel through the two fist size holes near his lower left chest and upper right shoulder, being bathed in the archangel’s divine light, before exiting the back of the armor thanks to the force Invictus added to the move. Breaking through the godly metal and traveling through the pure energy of Maneo’s self would leave the fists bare of red energy when they exited; as well as crippled from the sheer force. And as the fabled armor failed in those two sections it seemed to unleash a blinding light, like water from a cracking dam. The solar flare like crippling light surged outward in all directions from the great general.
While bathed in the great white light, as Lane’s fists finished traveling through each side of the metal, Maneo’s own arms would close around him. As if to hug the creature who was in the midst of literally punching through him. When the strikes reached their apex the arms would tighten into a bearhug and with all his strength Invictus would squeeze the flesh, muscle and bone between the near impenetrable steel of his armor hoping to hear a rib, or three break. Oh but he would not conclude to easily, after all this was his swan song. Like practiced clockwork it played out.
The fists broke the armor while the armor broke the fists. Then the death grip would tighten, also snapping his head forward to crack his hard helmet against the bridge of Lane’s nose. The crack in the helmet leaving an indent on the boy’s skin from the force of the blow. Immediately he would then twist his body one direction and then another whilst the boys arms still fed through his body. He did so with the proper angles and sufficient force to shatter the bones in the super saiyan’s arms. As the pain would wash over the half-saiyan the angel’s eight wings would wrap around them, encasing the two in a cocoon of white light.
“Our fate is sealed; we shall both know defeat this day.”
It would be now one would notice that the glow was gone, which illuminated the battlefield, as was the sandstorm which encircled it. The sphere had used up all its energy, now gone, leaving only a hole so deep only darkness lived there. Spinning to face downward Invictus flew into the hole with Conri strapped to him with every last ounce of his strength. Activating Bukujutsu x2 they rocket down with a speed of nearly four million.
“Rejoice Conri Lane; you have succeeded where your Prince, and countless armies, have failed.”
It was true, Maneo was dead. With his armor pierced he would eventually be unable to contain his ethereal form. Ninjin delivered the coffin, Conri signed for it, and now Invictus inserted the final nail. But it had to be done. Lane could not leave alive, nor could Mor fall to heretics. It was written in the holy laws. In his final act War would purge his soul, righting his failure. At the speed they traveled it would be but moments before they would feel the heat of the planet’s core.
Then the armor would glow as it had before, though even hotter until it burned a bright red against the half-breed’s skin. As they reached their destination his body would finally burst, his self-destruction emitting a power equal to the speed with which he raced to his finish; 4,100,000. Ninjin and Conri accomplished something no being ever had before; they had defeated the Cardinal of War.
~
A different plane. Blinding light. A low echo of a soothing whisper. A creature stands made of but light, bipedal and sentient in shape and form. It kneels before the blinding light, its loyalty eternal.
“Come, archangel Invictus; welcome home,” a soothing whisper echoes from the within the all-encompassing light. The being of light, naked for a first time in over a millennia, stands before stepping forward.
~
Meanwhile on the surface, Maneo’s detonation and the destabilization of the planet’s core would be represented by the surging inferno cylinder which sprang from the hole dug by Aon’s Flare and went high into the sky. Tremors would already be rippling through the planet. In the preceding minutes to Mement Mor’s absolution it would turn to terrifying quakes as lava and fire would pour from the crevices. Water would turn to steam and the weather shifted violently as the planet died around them.
[Two posts until planetary destruction; you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!]