[BATTLE] EVANDER VS TANE

[lou]

ROUND 1
EVANDER VS. TANE
BATTLE COMMENCE

[tane]

It was supposed to be humid, but even with the water clinging to his skin he was so cold.

It was hard to finish a thought, because there were so many. Swarms of dead, difficult to differentiate from the living attackers. Tane had fully intended to get out before this, but here he was. Maybe, if he could just- Tane let a hand rest on Tempero, the Kadabra preparing a Teleport. If they could just get away.

But then he saw-

Or rather, he didn’t. He didn’t see. He couldn’t see-

His stomach lurched. And curiosity left the purrloin skinned and forgotten. The boy’s hand dropped from the psychic-type, who halted in its actions. The Kadabra waited, next to the lone boy, lifting his eyes. Whatever clouded Tane’s vision, he did not relate to.

Tane just felt so cold. Water from the humid air drenched his blond hair by now .. or perhaps that was related to exertion.

He couldn’t see their faces. ”Who’s there?” The psychic type stiffened at his side, and if he could not free Tane from the battlefield he would do what he could to make sure no harm came to him. The Psychic-type’s eyes glowed as it cast a Magic Room, rendering any physical weapons the possible enemy chose to rely on useless.


OOC Notes: I will probably template this later. I may also edit the post itself but the content will not change unless an issue is raised with me. I hope this is alright, Art! Be sure to have fun!
Kadabra used Teleport but was interrupted and used Magic Room instead.

[drake]

The frigid night air relentlessly tried to bite at any exposed flesh; nonetheless, he had none. This solitary man was entirely clad in black attire, from his tight trench coat, to his gloves, and all the way to his combat boot. If the ready-to-kill, assassin look was not terrifying enough to scare those who saw him, certainly the ivory white battle mask did the trick. Behind the mask, two shadowy orbs burned with a savage thirst for chaos and blood.

Atop his faithful Golurk, Prometheus, the mysterious man looked down upon the Great Marsh of Pastoria with murderous intent. The muddy landscape below was lit up with the flashes of gunshots and explosions. The scenery of destruction was wondrous, and the symphony of screams was melodious. The soldiers of Lux were doing a splendid job as the first wave of assault, but now… It was time for the Reaper to play.

With a simple gesture, Prometheus began a sharp descent. Wind rushed past his ears and whipped at his face. However, he could not feel the cold lashings. His mask protected him from most of the harsh effects, and the adrenaline that coursed through his veins covered up the rest. The thrill of entering the battle was exhilarating. He could already feel death surround him.

Evander braced for a rough impact as the Golurk crashed into a rare solid patch of ground. Upon touchdown, the Golurk sent ripples of shockwaves throughout the earth to the areas surrounding as it used Earthquake. The terrain quaked and rocked as it became uprooted. Nox soldiers cried out at the surprise attack. Some fell into the murky mud and did not resurface. Others found themselves crushed by falling trees. Others could not stand the effects of the Earthquake itself. Then, there were some, nevertheless, who had the strength to compose themselves and fight on.

And with a wicked smile, the Reaper leapt from the back of Prometheus. It was time for him to live up to the reputation he earned as a Sentinel. It was time for him to make these Nox members fear the wrath of Lux. It was time for blood to run.

In one swift action, he withdrew his hand gun and sword. At this point, he mentally entered a state where he was almost observing himself from outside his body. His body knew what to do at this point. Killing was practically his second nature.

He raised his gun and, with deadly accuracy, fired off shot after shot. Each bullet found a mark. He never aimed to maim – always to kill. As every bullet found a head or heart to pierce, his body count went up. Alongside him was Prometheus, who was pretty much programmed on what to do in these situations. If ever Evander needed cover, the enormous guardian was there, providing extra defense. When that was not the case, the Golurk smashed and tore everything it could get its metal hands on.

As Evander found himself at the end of his second clip, he took a minor breather. He did a quick self-examination, noting the bullet grazing on his left arm and a cut on his leg. Unsure of when he received these meagre wounds, he did not have time to further reminisce on the matter as two Nox soldiers, in hiding, took it upon themselves to attempt an ambush.

Evander went to fire his gun, only to find it was malfunctioning. Of course… Thankfully the one soldier was stupid enough to get inside the Reaper’s critical distance, in which he proceeded to cut down the man with a rapid slash of his blade. The second soldier met his end at the hands – literally – of Prometheus, who crushed him.

He could not help but become slightly agitated with the fact that his gun was faulty. Lux was supposed to have fully operational equipment, unlike the poorly funded Nox. In this case, however, he could not blame Lux. At this point, he became aware of a small presence. The presence of a boy and his Kadabra, that is. It was quite an inconvenience the boy’s Kadabra caused. Making Evander’s gun useless. No matter, he still had his sword. Things would just be particularly bloody from this point on.

”Seeing as how you will not make it through this night, I will introduce myself. Evander Donovan, also known as the Reaper, Sentinel of Lux. Not that I care, but who are you?”

Evander’s voice was as cold as the night air. What could this boy do against him? Why was he even taking the time to indulge this boy? Why did he not just cut the boy in two and move on?

Evander had to admit he was puzzled about his curious change of pace. There was something… off? Specifically with this boy. He had a different spirit about him. What was it?

[abyss]

VICTORY: EVANDER

+100 WEP to Lux