SSBC -Episode 1-

[Dark Soul]

Dark Soul smiled as Blazikid and Tailon regained their feet after the explosion. Blazikid was, alas, too fast to get hit by the lightning. He noticed something odd about Blazi; His arms were covered in white gauntlets. He frowned. Was Blazi a member of Team White? That couldn't be... He was fighting along with a Charmsian!

But to him, the White armor was just a reason to strike even harder.

Blazi said something to Tailon he didn't hear, but afterwards it was just him who charged at Dark Soul, so he understood that Blazi had told Tailon to go fight off the card. Meanwhile, Blazi advanced on him, slashing with his sword. When he was close, the hybrid Blaziken let loose a barrage of flame as well; But not orange, blue or purple; White. An odd choice.

Instead of doing what most people would do, dodging the flames by jumping sideways- Which Dark Soul's new, strategically enhanced mind knew would give Blazi a perfect chance to strike him with his sword-, He faced the flames head-on, taking slight control of them using his own pyrokinetic abilites as he ran trough them towards Blazi. When he sensed that he was only about a couple of feet away from Blazi, just out of his sword reach, he jumped up and summersaulted.

The world seemed to move in slow-motion as he flipped over Blazi. For a split second, he was facing the Blaziken boy face-on from above. It was the oddest experience; Looking so close into an enemy's eyes.

The world returned to normal speed as he landed, doing a side-ways barrel roll and quickly regaining his feet, having pulled his Colt from his belt in the meantime and firing it three times- But the bullets were hardly aimed, and innacurate.

 

[Blazi]

Blazi looked in slight shock as dark went through the flames, and proceeded to summersault over him. For an instant Dark was looking into his eyes, and he was looking into Darks. Blazi looked deeply into the eyes of his once friend, but saw no remorse or friendship in those eyes. He sighed as Dark landed, and wiped all thoughts of them being friends from his mind, knowing he might not win if he wasn't serious.

Three shots rang out, and Blazi's instincts told him to get outta the way. He spun sideways, and a bullet whistled past where his heart would've been. He looked at Dark, and while he was still recovering from the kickback, dashed over to him and attempted to punch him square in the face with his Gauntleted hand. He even put a little booster flame at the elbow to make it more powerful. It was easy to dodge through, and could be taken advantage of, thanks to the flame. Blazi just hoped that Dark had some friendship inside him to not take it to the full advantage.

OoC: Short.

 

[Dwayna DragonFire]

Dwayna had anticipated Chadwyck to move out of the way of her advance, so she watched as he leapt behind her and made the impression of not knowing. In a fluid motion she flicked her sword behind her back, catching the tip lightly in her armored hand just as Chadwyck's sword came down, the fire of his blade licking over the sword in her hands. Her sword began to glow an ethereal blue, the same that encompassed the insides of the white orbs, and sparked itself with a silvery blue flame.

She twisted away from Chadwyck, raising her shield in her stead to prevent any further hits as she looked at him more closely. He would not be an easy person to turn, as he was already a part of the enemy faction. That left the option of destroying him being the only way, but she grinned to herself at thoughts of toying with him first. She whirled her sword around in a circle, the blue and silver flames not as cold as they looked and threatening all the same.

With that motion, a sort of power seemed to stream from her blade to collect the power of the Pawns milling about. With a final thrust of her blade an energy bolt flew with haste to the remaining Pawn on the field, the energy collected flowing into it. It grew in size as the energy crackled about it, becoming a monstrous figure that towered over the civilians. This Mega-Pawn looked much more threatening than the previous pawns, having two blades instead of just one and wielding both with a masterful vengeance.

Dwayna was surrounded in flames yet again, not only as a protective shield but also as the sign of her transport back to the ship. Their business needed to be done here, the Mega-Pawn being a sufficient enough threat to ensure the demise of many Black soldiers. She looked one last time over the battlefield she had briefly joined to see Blazikid with a white gauntlet that had formed around his hand, and smiled a malevolent grin before disappearing back into the ship.

She knew she would have another knight in her court soon enough, a lovely opening move indeed.

 

[Chadwyck]

Chadwyck anticipated his attack to be blocked, the figure he fought was obviously too powerful to fall victim to a single sword attack. He even anticipated that there would be little trouble blocking the attack; he hadn't even put proper power behind it. Never once did Chadwyck underestimate his opponent, regardless of who it may be, but the reason for withholding true power was to test an opponents skill and ability. After all, it would be no fun to run head first into a battle, all guns blazing, so to speak. It'd be over far too quickly that way, either he'd completely demolish his opposition, or he'd get too tired, too quickly and die himself. Not that he ever considered the second option as being a possibility.

He was waiting for a counterattack that never came, though whatever the woman was doing appeared to be in preparation for one. Instead the energy that twirled around her was sent into a pawn nearby that then proceeded to grow in size and power. Essentially it was now the same size as one of his massive cards that were currently terrorizing some of the other brawlers. He glared at the figure, now surrounded by silvery-blue flames; Chadwyck considered taking control of them with his pyrokinesis, but it was too late as the warrior disappeared.

That was getting old.

Every time he was in battle the people he fought disappeared. He rolled his eyes as he turned toward the mega-pawn, at the very least he could rip it apart until it was nothing but a hunk of burning whatever-they-were-made-of. He raised his sword and began to walk toward the creature, his eyes fixed on where it's eyes would be. He was ready to begin his attack when his shadow seemed to come alive; a figure rose out of it.

The figure in question was wearing a black cloak that had a red heart sewed onto the back. Underneath it wore a black vest, black slacks and a black shirt. It was obvious that black was not only the figure's personal theme, but also a sign of the faction which he served. The only part of the figure's ensemble that wasn't black, was a white porcelain mask covering his face. The only bit of colour were the golden lips, and two red hearts. One above the left eye and the other below the right eye.

Angel, one of Chadwyck's personal favourite characters, seemed to remind Chadwyck that he wasn't here to destroy everyone and everything. As much fun as it would be. And instead, the man nodded toward the bleachers; toward several of the 'Charmsians. Chadwyck cast a quick glance back at the mega-pawn, then back at his personal knave-of-hearts. While it was true that the kings, queens and knaves were supposedly on equal power, Angel answered only to Chadwyck.

The cloaked man held out a mask for Chadwyck to take, which the dual kinetic should have been wearing from the beginning, truthfully. He just couldn't resist showing the people his face. He took the mask, it was porcelain as well, half white and half black cut diagonally across the mask. On the black half, which covered the right side of his face, was a silver lightning bolt that began above his eye and ended below it. The white side of the mask, the left side of his face, were golden flames that curled around the side of his face.

He placed the mask on his face, the only part now visible were his hazel eyes glaring about the battlefield, and he took a few steps toward the stands before Angel came up alongside him and they disappeared into a shadow.

When they reappeared they were out in the stands, and any 'Charmsian that was unlucky enough to come near would be captured. They needed new recruits, and then they could move on to the next part of the plan.

OoC: Left it open if anyone wants to be captured? Feel free to attack me and I'll put you in a Pokeball! :'D otherwise, my next post will be returning to the ship. Simple.

 

[Brendan Savem]

… Only for the weapon to fall into the hands of the opponent again. This woman somehow has instantaneous teleportation in her arsenal; something Brendan knew that only the moderators could use efficiently for more than just getting around the city, was she a moderator? Brendan couldn’t recall a similar face to the caretakers of the city’s populace, but it definitely was familiar. She then brought her foot down, a movement that Brendan easily blocked with his sword, preventing a nasty nosebleed for Brendan. The woman kicked off the blade and somersaulted away from him. The two then had a short stare down, nobody interfered, as the minions that once formed her circle were engaged with a group of suits that had smartened up to realize that their own comrades had been turned against them. The woman put her pistol within her jacket, indicating a desire for a battle of the sword, which was probably unfair since Brendan’s weapon was standard to the pawns and most likely of lower quality than her own blade. Brendan stared intently into her midnight eyes with his own sky-blue eyes, trying to remember where he saw her face before; it had to be recently, but he just couldn’t put a time on it, let alone a name. That would have to come later: there was no need for such a conversation now. Brendan wanted to get this fight over with before more trouble decided to rear its ugly head.

The woman made the next move, using teleportation to appear to his left, his sword side, and swung at him. Brendan’s luck at being left-handed graced him, as he was able to set himself up to absorb the attack quick enough. However, Brendan didn’t anticipate such a powerful blow. Her weapon made contact with his and pushed through, bending the weapon sharply and bringing her blade dangerously close to Brendan’s head, fortunately, that’s as far as it went. Brendan initiated the next move, performing a back flip of his own to break contact, using one of his feet to block an oncoming sword strike. With sufficient distance from his opponent, Brendan examined the damage on the sword while keeping a close eye on the opposition in case of teleportation. The damage on the blade was significant; her weapon struck his on the sharp edge of the sword and bent it, causing the metal to crinkle on itself as if it was paper. The sword now curved sharply around the point of impact, giving it the idea of a scimitar, at least a scimitar from a shoddy blacksmith. The damage looked bad, but it would hold for a while, however, if that kind of energy that she managed to tap into went into another swing on the same spot, the blade wouldn’t be so resilient, and it would easily snap in two. Brendan looked at his own weapon, then back at his opponent’s, and back at his. An idea formed in his mind. This would be a challenging stunt to pull off, especially if he was playing with his life. However, when had these suicide ideas failed before?

Brendan stood with his weapon poised, forming a bar that separated the two combatants, one hand on the hilt of the bent weapon; the other was raised behind the end of the blade. It was an amateur combat stance sure, but it would serve the purpose of what he was trying to do, all he needed was for his opponent to take the bait.

 

[Satoren]

Knowing that there would be a good chance that his interrogation would not go smoothly, RX was ready for whatever Sem could throw at him. To his slight amusement, Sem had indeed thrown something in his direction. It was a small, white, spherical gadget that was easily recognizable for both of them. Not taking any chances, the young man silently commanded Morpheus to attack. From under his clothes, a thin, black, blade shot out, slicing the ball in two as it flew just inches away from him. As he watched the ball’s remains crash to the ground, it was clear that there was no reasoning with Sem. What little hope he had vanished with the smile on his face.

Rx bit his lip. He really didn’t want it to have to come to this. Never in his wildest dreams did he dare to consider having a battle with his beloved friend. But perhaps, being here in the Boundary, alone with Sem would give him the slightest of advantages over the powerful waterbender. It was here that he had acquired the strange dog-like entity the he carried with him. This was Morpheus’ domain, and whilest here, his abilities were without restriction. The only limit would be...

RX took a deep breath. This was going to be the first time he ever had to fight Sem. Ah well, it’ll somehow work out; or at least he hoped it would. But even if he thought that, deep down he was sort of intimidated, if not conflicted about it. Sem was younger than him, yet was higher in rank. It was a gift he had not received for any one reason; he earned it. That said a lot of his prowess. RX on the other hand was a relative unknown when it came to battling. Still, that might prove to be a blessing in disguise. The element of surprise and all.

RX stood still, his feet placed firmly on the ground and his hands tightened into fists. He looked at Sem, mustering all the courage he could, and began his assault. Swiftly several, large tendrils shot out of the ground beneath him, billowing and curving in the air like large, black serpents. Each of them focused on the diminutive figure before them and without hesitation, dove down to deliver the first, swift blow. RX apologized silently to himself. But there was no other way to convince Sem. If he wasn’t going to explain his intentions, then he was just going to have to find out himself. The thought of possibly saving his dear friend from his currently estranged condition strengthened his resolve.

 

[Secad MS]

No response. Wonderful. At least Secad and Fi were being ignored in all this chaos, so they wouldn't lose their giant, white gerbil tail to some Moderator's sword. Well, the main thing to do would to eliminate as many grunts as possible, to make the battle field clearer.

Fi mentally poked Secad to make her notice the giant black airship coming into their field of vision. Their red eyes swept over the great black Zekrom-modeled beast that released more little soldier-things on the battlefield, ones that looked like card-faced midgets in black suits. They carried guns instead of swords, but those guns didn't shoot bullets. They shot razored cards.

The two found that out a tad painfully in their awe at the Zekrom ship, as a good stream of them shot their cards into Fi and Secad's furry left side. That was their punishment for being unaware. They stung at first as they just 'bounced' off the side of the battleground, but begin to throb and bleed shortly after. A few became lodged in their side, thankfully only a flesh wound. A concave fire shield was summoned to burn the rest of the incoming cards as they arrived so the anthropomorphic gerbil could have enough time to yank the cards out and cauterize the slashes. Once out, the shield dissipated and the two-in-one took Secad's bo staff in both hands to attack.

Setting them on fire was a start, the two mused, watching the card-things (and some white knight things) surrounding start burning while still moving forward. In a simple sweep, Secad/Fi snapped the red oak staff across her body in a horizontal 180, breaking the necks of the first row.

(OoC: I'm perfectly happy to be attacked. )

 

[Dark Soul]

Blazikid twirled to the side, and the three bullets he had shot at him missed. Dark Soul groaned, and decided to save the remaining three until he would have enough time to reload. In the meanwhile, he saw that Blazi was charging at him, with his gauntleted hand made into a fist. Clearly, he was out to punch him as hard as he could. Even with his armor on, the gauntlet looked like it could do a lot of damage.

Again, he did what nobody would expect; He held ground, grabbing Blazi by his gauntlet and, in the spirit of the true warrior he had become, used the forward energy of the punch to swing Blazi over his shoulder and bringing him onto the ground harshly. Just when he pulled one of his dao's from its scabbard to stab Blazi while he was on the ground, something happened. Something very odd.

He couldn't do it.

Looking into Blazi's eyes, something stopped him. But two seconds later, he recovered, and stabbed at the ground below him anyway, having no idea if Blazi had rolled away by now or not. This made him vulnerable, but he didn't care about that now- What had happened? Had he, for a moment, felt friendship with the flaming hybrid? The idea alone made him sick.

 

[Blazi]

There was still hope.

As Blazi was flung over Dark's shoulder onto the ground, about to be stabbed by one of the Daos, Dark hesitated. Blazi realised something had stopped him on the inside, but Dark seemed to regain his senses, and stabbed the ground. Having enough experience of pointy metal objects through his person Blazi rolled away, and as he stood up the same thought ran through his head.

There was still hope.

Blazi smiled on the inside, and summoned his whip in his other hand, or at least attempted to. The usual disintegrate into his hand process began, but stopped and disappeared halfway through. He was bewildered, but saw Dark pull his sword from the ground and got into a defending position. Dark may be an enemy, but,

There was still hope.

OoC: Gogo using the same line three times. Also kinda short.

 

[Sem]

Sem grinned, seeing that RX had made his choice to stand, and made his choice to fight Sem. The hydrokinetic smirked. So much for love.

He flicked his wrist and his blade extended again. He swung the whip-blade at the incoming dark tendrils, forcing them to wrap around it instead of hitting Sem. RX probably though that he had an advantage there, and indeed, Sem could not sense a drop of water in the darkness - there were no sources of water at all - except for two.

Sem yanked on the blade, slicing the tendrils. Looking at RX his expression of cold delight didn't change, though his body did, his right arm specifically. It too became a tendril, only made of water. It had much longer reach than his serpent sword and he swung at RX. The water-whip froze at the last moment, adding to the force of its potential impact.

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What was he thinking? Did he want her to break his sword - his only defense against her? Was he a fool, or hoping that she was the fool? It didn't matter. There was more to her than he realized it seemed, as no one else had been foolish enough to fight her. She smiled.

Lysis ran at Brendan, looking as graceful as ever. Instead of using her sword, however, she brought her foot up, backflipping. She reinforced her foot and her shoe with her psychic energy. It would be enough to break the blade easily, as her heels were made for these kinds of situations, and thus weren't simple shoes from a department store. Her energy both sheilded her foot and gave it the extra power she wanted.

As she completed her flip she landed and used her momentum to spring at Brendan, swinging at him with another powerful blow of her sword.

 

[Chadwyck]

Chadwyck eyed the gerbil hybrid pyrokinetic as she fought several of the black minions. It would help to have Secad and Fi on their side, if for no other reason than to have another person not on the side of the 'Charmsians or the Whites. And from the looks of things, the girl was quite adept at combat. Perhaps she and her gerbil would be a decent addition to their ranks; perhaps capturing them would help him with his personal goal. He smirked behind his mask; he made his decision.

He reached into his coat pocket and produced a small, black sphere with a silver heart engraved in the top and the face of a king off of a playing card etched into the bottom. Chadwyck's king-of-hearts themed Pokeball would do nicely for capturing any of the 'Charmsians that they had come to acquire, and then he would take them aboard the Zekrom ship. It was nearly time for their withdrawal, so he would have to make it fast. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Angel peering down at the battlefield, looking at Sem's personal knight: Lysis.

Chadwyck nodded at his knave, attacking Sem's personal bodyguard would be beneficial, even if Angel could wound her. Without Sem on the field the woman was on her own, and not that she was weak or any worse off on her own, it meant that Sem couldn't interfere. Angel nodded in reply and began to sink into his own shadow. As the man sank Chadwyck tapped his wrist where a watch would be, reminding Angel they had a schedule to keep. The knave nodded once more before disappearing entirely.

Chadwyck cracked his neck and began to walk leisurely to where the gerbil hybrid were battling with several of his suited minions. He could just throw the king ball and be done with it, but there wouldn't be any fun in that. He kept a tight grip on the ball in his left hand as he pointed a single index finger at the girl and her gerbil; with a slight effort of will he sent a small bolt of lightning arcing across the gap between them at the merged duo's back. Soon they'd be adding another to their ranks.

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Angel wasn't trying for speed or power, no, his abilities were more suited for stealth; he was quite the successful assassin. His prowess in combat was nothing to be scoffed at, to be sure, but if he was careful it would be over in a single strike from the shadows. Literally. Luckily Brendon was distracting the woman, it would mean that catching her off guard would be easier. The knave-of-hearts drew two of his six daggers hanging from his belt; one for each hand.

He took a deep breath, timing would be everything, and once he had struck he wouldn't get another chance. It had to be flawless, and then he could only hope that the woman would be caught unawares. Of course, he was ready for things to go wrong; his claymore strapped to his back would more than suffice should it turn into a straight fight. Either way, it was time to move.

He tightened his grip around the daggers and rose toward Lysis' shadow, leaping out of it directly beneath the woman. She was airborne. She had just delivered some sort of flipping kick to Brendan and then she sprung off toward her opponent. She was a psychic, she may have felt him approaching, she may have been ready. But it was too late now, he was exposed.

Without hesitation and with grace and dexterity that only a Shadow-walker could know he sent one of his daggers soaring through the air toward the woman's back, while simultaneously drawing his claymore, prepared for some sort of retaliation.

 

[Dark Soul]

Still bewildered about what had stopped him from stabbing, which had given Blazi the perfect opportunity to roll away and prevent getting stabbed, Dark Soul pulled his dao from the sandy bottom of the arena. He pulled his other dao from its scabbard as well, and held them before his diaphragm in a defensive manner.

The flame halfer had a strange, victorious grin on his face, as if he had just been proved right about something. He probably had the false sense that somewhere deep down, the old, sick-makingly nice version of Dark Soul was still there. True, he had no idea why he had somehow not sent Blazi into his death with a sword strike... He would stick to his code of honour and tell his superior what had happened later on, accepting the consequenses of this traitorship.

In the meantime, he had to do something now. Close combat didn't seem to cut it here, with his Team White gauntlet would be a dangerous opponent. He made a quick list of his pro's and con's against Blazi;

+Pyrokinesis, so fire wouldn't have a lot of effect on him
-Blazi was more skilled in pyrokinesis
+Electrokinesis, negatating umbrakinesis
-Gauntlet.

Even for him, it was hard to predict an outcome. Their chances were about equal. But if short range wasn't going to work, he would have to attack from a longer distance. Throwing a weak energy ball towards Blazi to distract him momentarily, he ran back, jumped up the arena wall and landed on his feet near the slope of seats, ran up the stairs as far as he could without making himself gasp for air, and turned around.

It was time for a special move.

He flew down the stairs, gaining momentum, and at the last moment jumped up into the air, pulling the cord of his backpack to open up his wings. He directed the energy he had gathered in the meantime towards his palms, as he pulled his Colt from his belt, and concentrated the energy into bullet shape; EleColt Rampage. Tiny, fast lightning bullets rained down from the sky towards Blazikid.

It had seemed like a good idea, and it probably was- except that he was now at the mercy of Blazi's own long-range attacks.

(OOC: Hurrrderp SSBB moves~)

 

[Secad MS]

(OoC: What does this electricity do? Does it mark them in some manner? Does it 'spark' some interest in the other side in the beings? Or is it a simple attack? If not, I'll edit.)

Fi and Secad were simply minding their own business (well, bashing other beings did sort of invade their business), when they felt an odd shock begin on their furred back. In milliseconds, the two were twitching in their collective body, losing control of their processes, not even detecting the smell of scorched fur. Secad blocked her part of their head off--she often shrunk away when hurt on surprise, the shock messing with the body's natural electric processes. Where did this come from? Fi mentally pounded to regain contact and thus movement, but Secad didn't let Fi in. She was too shocked (literally and figuratively) to process anymore. There was a strange buzzing sensation throughout their body. They were a motionless heap of gerbilwoman on the ground, the bo staff rolling off in the distance. Their cooperative movement system disabled, they were nearly helpless.

Fi and Secad had never been in that situation before. They were electrocuted, paralyzed by lack of double-mind coordination, and now Mr. Smashy was gone. Secad was going to be angry about that. Gosh, she doted on that wooden staff, polishing it, filling the chips and cracks with wood putty and restaining it, and so on, saying that one must 'take care of their weapon.' Gosh, Fi chewed through things like that in a couple hours.
Nonetheless, the main goal was now don't get stomped.

(OoC: Up comes the 'Smash Ball' move! )

Fi's pyrokinesis was assisted in coordination by bodily movements, but it wasn't necessary. Fi focused her mind, forming fireballs next to her and in air bubbles in the ground. The molecules were irritated, made to vibrate extremely quickly until they combusted. Once they did, Fi summoned them violently in the air, bringing the flames and pieces of earth up (the flames being happily in the shape of gerbils, Fi thought) to smash and rocket themselves through the surrounding card and knight beings, destroying them. Once the pieces of earth came back down (yay, gravity), they did double duty. That rain of fire gerbils was small, but it would do.

 

[Blazi]

Blazi brought his sword up to slash at the energy ball, triggering a small explosion. When the smoke cleared, Blazi looked up to see Dark rushing towards him, firing electricity from his colt. Blazi's grin dropped, and he realised that he had been grinning on the outside as well as inside. He cursed himself for looking arrogant, and rushed into the attack. He swerved and dived through the bullets, eventually cloaking his legs in a flame to run on the air. He got hit every now and then by a bullet, and it sent a shock through his body. After getting hit by quite a few at once Blazi got fed up with getting peppered and stopped in the air, the flames on his legs rising to weaken the bullets.

Dark wasn't the only one with special moves.

Blazi whipped his non-gauntleted hand out to the side, a card appearing out of nowhere. He placed his hand in the air in front of him, removed it and the card floated where his hand was. The card started to spin, going faster and faster until it was a blur. The card started to glow and then, the true nature of the card happened. Scarlet bullets started to shoot from the card. This was a spell card Blazi perfected himself, 'Scarlet Rain'. The bullet were really fire, but shaped like ellipses (OoC:the oval things, not the full stops!) and named bullets. Blazi's bullet started to collide with Dark's bullets, creating miniscule explosions. Blazi rushed towards Dark, card still hovering in front of him but still weaving through the bullets that got through. Blazi threw an orb of fire at Dark, putting him off balance while he closed the distance between him.

Now it was starting to be fun.

 

[Brendan Savem]

The opponent started by running at Brendan, a good start. Brendan brought his free hand to carefully hold the weapon’s blade, and braced himself for the strike. However, this person was a lot smarter than some of his previous adversaries, and did something that just screwed everything up. She performed a back flip, using whatever energies she used in her sword swing, now concentrated in her boot. Brendan felt the tug on his weapon, the sharp pain of holding the blade in his right hand to absorb the impact, and the weapon hopelessly snapping in half. And now Brendan could no longer take advantage of the split weaponry to make a surprise attack. Brendan wasn’t sure what to do next, all he could do as the woman returned to her feet directly in front of him and swing her sword was raise his arms and hope the vambraces could absorb the strike somehow.

What happened next was something quite different.

A third figure decided to enter the conflict; a man wearing full black clothing set of a cloak, vest, slacks, and a shirt. He wore a white porcelain mask over his face with two hearts on it, one above the left eye and the other below the right eye. Brendan didn’t even need to see the stitched heart on the back to see the similarity to the black suits, and the faction they represented. The man appeared from behind the white-clad opponent, with a dagger flying from each hand, and a claymore being drawn from behind his back. Brendan remembered that the Whites were fighting the Blacks as well as the Charmisians, as were the Blacks were fighting both Charms and White. The next stage of Brendan’s battles was representative of the entire war that was soon to come: a three-way conflict.

This interesting prospect caused a new spurt of adrenaline to rush through Brendan’s veins. The feeling of defeat that Brendan had drained completely and was replaced by one instinctive voice: survive. Brendan changed his tactics at the last second, performing a sideways roll to avoid the psychic sword-swing. Step one. He then darted his arm forward in a sweeping motion, causing the energies that his crystal-powered vambraces created to knock one of the daggers off course, sending it off in a random direction. Step two. Finally, Brendan threw the blade half of his broken weapon towards the newer opponent. The sharpened point at one end, the jagged fracture on the other, and the blood-coated edges sharp enough to penetrate skin, any of those parts could dig into the opponent as the blade twirled down a direct course for the masked fighter’s abdomen. Step three. Brendan turned his attention back to the woman fighter, who was no doubt going to try and finish what she started with him. Brendan crouched slightly to give his jump momentum, and then he shot up into the air like a spring, arcing his body to stay out of the range of a potential sword swing. Brendan landed softly on his feet and whirled around to keep an eye on both opponents. Step four.

The woman was now caught between the masked man and Brendan; she struck at one, the other would have an opening on her back, though Brendan’s lack of a weapon would make him the less threatening one.

 

[Sem]

Brendan rolled out of the way of a blow that could have possibly been his end. However, Lysis wasn't quite so focused on him at the moment. She sensed a new mind directly in their vicinity. The young woman shoved her left hand into her pristine-white jacket as she landed and turned on her heel, pulling out her pistol and swiping it at the incoming dagger, deflecting it. Brendan then tried to sandwich her between himself and the dark-suited individual. Lysis jumped back, going a bit farther than was natural for a human, thanks to her telekinetic energy adding more spring to her jump. The three of them now formed a triangle of sorts - Brendan on her right, newcomer to her left.

Lysis Fox stared at the newcomer for moment, not really needing to be told that he was from the Black Faction. She briefly looked at Chad and smirked, realizing who this shadow-man was. Their situation had become quite poetic - creation vs creation... plus Brendan - of course, the young man seemed to have nothing to defend himself with now. Though he did have those interesting pieces of armor, vambraces, on his forearms. They had deflected Angel's dagger, but would they deflect a bullet?

Miss Fox grinned, raising her left arm and crossing it over her sword arm, aiming her gun at Brendan. She was about to pull the trigger, thinking that they would see soon enough if the boy's vambraces would protect him. But where was the fun in that? There was potential here for an enjoyable 3-way fight. Brendan had shown himself to be quite capable. Lysis ran her tongue over the front of her teeth and lowered her gun. Instead, she raised her sword at Brendan for a brief moment before tossing it to him - as if it were as light as a pillow. She winked at him as she drew her other pistol, hoping that he would take good care of her sword. It had been quite expensive, but that was the cost of quality, and Lysis only ever wanted the best.

Deciding that she should be the one to start off, she aimed her pistols at her enemies and opened fire, letting loose several rounds as a gleam shone in her dark eyes.

 

[Dwayna DragonFire]

It was hard for Dwayna, watching everything happen on the display screens and not rejoining the fray. It had been a brief but exhilarating conflict between her and Chadwyck, even though because of her helmet he would not know the beauty of it all. She sat on the throne that was built for her and sighed, tempted to hold her head in her hands, but she didn't want to miss any of the action.

The Mega Pawn was stomping around to crush many of the black soldiers, the twos and threes on their uniforms not lost in their significance. They were peons as well, evenly matched against each other and with all references accounted for, yin and yang to each other. The Charmsians were powerful in and of themselves, a force to be reckoned with that even she knew she would have problems with. She was watching now as they fought off against legions of black and white soldiers closing around them as the ships aimed to harm each other as much as possible.

This fight could not continue for much longer if the plan was to be set into motion the way it was meant to be. She traveled to the control room, all the while mulling over in her head the strong emotions that threatened to ruin the plan altogether. These were people that she had previously cared about, and in the bottom of even her warped heart, still did. However, those thoughts always seemed to dissolve at the will of the one who commanded them, and they did so now as they always did as she passed underneath the energy turbines that powered the ship's engines.

She went to the control room and pressed a button on one of the panels, meant to get the attention of any high ranking officer that was out in the field. A beeping noise came from her suit as it would go to Lysis, Sem, and her personal knight to let them know to come back. The king was compromised elsewhere in a realm that she suspected would not be easy to get out of, and her knight was safe on the ship with her. That would mean that Lysis would get the point to come back to the ship and leave the battle behind.

Dwayna issued orders to the other minions in the room, the turbines in the ship starting to spin again as they got ready to warp out of the Colosseum to go to their next destination.

 

[Chadwyck]

Chadwyck watched as his zap of lightning seemed to hit a nerve with Secad and Fi, quite literally it appeared. He grinned darkly, that had been a lucky shot; he had just meant to give them a bit of a jolt to get their attention. Now they were sprawled out before him in pain, it almost seemed too easy as he raised the Pokeball to capture the merged duo. Then something interesting happened: it began to rain fire gerbils.

It wasn't so much an immediate threat as it was just unexpected. But the young man had little trouble avoiding damage from the attack; at least from the fire portion. Reaching out with his own pyrokinesis he was able to alter the path of the flame-gerbils in his vicinity, the ones that were able to hit him, at least. They were redirected at several white minions that were quickly reduced to ashes.

The part of the attack he had no control over was the earth falling on him. He wasn't geokinetic in any way, not like some of the 'Charms members were. His talents were elsewhere, unfortunately, but he wouldn't have too much trouble avoiding some debris falling haphazardly. He sidestepped and blasted away with controlled explosions until he was looming over the anthropomorphic gerbil. He chuckled lightly and tossed the Pokeball at his opponent, it was nearly time to go, after all.

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Brendan was more of a problem that Angel had originally intended. He was supposed to keep the woman's attention, not dodge out of her way and give her the opportunity to deflect his dagger. Then the boy flung a broken piece of a sword at him, it was easy enough to avoid. Angel fell backward into his own shadow, the sword piece flew through where he had been standing a moment prior, and then he rose again from a shadow cast across the stadium floor; completing the triangle.

His obsidian claymore was held in front of him in a defensive manner, his remaining daggers within easy grasp of his hands on his waist. Angel was more comfortably suited for quick attacks from the shadows, an assassin, but his abilities in a straight fight weren't to be scoffed at. Especially because his Shadow Walking was available to him wherever there were shadows. And, thanks to the efforts of a certain manual of magical mysteries, his abilities had been amplified and he had new powers at his disposal.

As Lysis readied to fire upon him and Brendan, it seemed like as good a time as any to put one into action. She opened fire, and he poured his entire concentration into a single maneuver. He connected with the shadow at his feet that he was casting, but rather than sinking within it, he became similar to smoke. Angel was little more than a shade of himself, and the bullets passed harmlessly through his smoky body.

It was an interesting ability that he had been made aware of; he was existing within the realm of shadows and the world of the living at the same moment. Essentially he was passing through the veil and back instantaneously. It took an incredible amount of concentration and an even more incredible amount of strength.

While in this form he raised his blade, preparing to strike when Lysis had to reload her pistols. He caught a glimpse of Chadwyck, tossing a Pokeball at his target, and he heard the hum of turbines from the white ship. It was nearly time for them to leave as well.

He ran forward, throwing a dagger to his left at Brendan and he began to sink into the shadows at he took a swing at Lysis. Whether it connected or not, he was gone. Raising up beside Chadwyck almost instantly.

He was disappointed, he had wanted to battle Lysis and Brendan properly since the opportunity arose, but he had to heed his superior's orders. Chadwyck nodded in reassurance that he would get his chance. With that, the pair sank into a shadow, thanks to Angel's ability, and reappeared aboard the Zekrom ship.

 

[Brendan Savem]

(apologies for the lateness of this post, and future posts since I'm on vacation now)


Both his enemies decided to change the alignment slightly, taking steps back to form a triangle. Brendan was about to reach for his box, to rearm himself with something that could help before either of them would go for him, when the woman drew her pistol and aimed it at Brendan; he wasn’t not fast enough. The woman smiled slightly however, and threw her sword towards Brendan, something Brendan didn’t quite expect. Brendan caught the blade at the hilt easily. The weapon was incredibly light for a broadsword, and Brendan had no trouble swinging it with one hand as if it was a much lighter weapon. The sword was well crafted and the decorations on the hilt looked magically stunning, no doubt this weapon cost a fortune, and was way better quality than the swords Brendan had in his possession. As his uninjured left hang curled its fingers around the grip at the base of the weapon, Brendan saw the woman wink, and he realized that what this woman was testing him, either to just toy with him, or for something entirely different. Either way, Brendan hoped he had studied enough for this exam.

The woman then took out a second pistol and aimed at both of her opponents, letting loose a volley of bullets. Brendan could have countered one bullet with his vambraces, but he wasn’t going to risk blocking several in succession, he’d burn his arm off trying to move that speed. Brendan had other ways to avoid bullets though. He took a step forward, curled himself over, bringing his hands to the ground, then lifted himself up, vaulting into the air and out of the trajectories of the bullets. The black opponent had his own ways to avoid the projectiles, turning into smoke and letting the bullets pass right through. The black figure then ran at the white, tossing another of his daggers at Brendan as he sprinted. Brendan, still in the air, saw the weapon moving before it even left his hand, so Brendan knew exactly what to expect. He poised his ‘borrowed’ sword, and then slashed it downwards, knocking the dagger down to the ground before he himself followed. Brendan’s hand grabbed the dagger, and twirled it around his to get a proper hold on it. The figure that threw the dagger had all his attention now focused on the opponent from the counterpart faction. Taking advantage of this, Brendan raised his hand and flicked, sending the dagger on a new course into the figure’s back. Had the person not disappeared into the shadows from which it came, the dagger would have made contact, though Brendan was convinced that it at least made a hole in his cape.

Now Brendan and the female opponent were alone once more, but they had an additional guest present: the sound of roaring engines. Brendan looked up to see both the Zekrom and the Reshiram ships beginning to move, both of them stopped their ceaseless fire on one another’s shields and was angling their noses up towards the skies, with their unique engines spinning with increasing speed. Without a doubt, they were moving out. Brendan raised the ‘borrowed’ sword towards its true bearer. He nodded his head upwards, to remind her that her home-ship was about to leave without her. With that, he gave her the choice to either finish their fight, or call it quits for another time.

 

[Dark Soul]

The bullets did their job well enough; Blazi was hit several times, every impact slowing him down and leaving behind a scorch mark. But Blazi advanced on him anyway, his legs cloaked in fire like the Blaziken he was at heart would do, which gave him the ability of flight. After being hit by quite a lot of bullets, Blazi seemed to be sick of it and stopped in mid-air.

Stretching his non-gauntleted arm to the side, a floating card appereared a few inches away from his palm. He moved his hand to his front side, and the card started to spin, spin really fast, and glowed; Suddenly, bullets shot from the card towards him. Most of them collided with his own electric bullets, which caused miniature, colourful explosions. But some of them collided with him as well; The scarlet bullets didn't have lot of effect on his shadow armor, but one of the bullets cut a deep gash accros his cheek. He only just resisted the urge to shout out in pain.

He was already planning his next move when he suddenly heard a hum in the air. Taking the risk of looking up, he saw that the Black and White ship had stopped firing at eachother, and they were moving away from eachother. Dark Soul knew it was time to go back to the ship.

He pushed button on the underside of his left wrist, and smiled at Blazi. Just before his atoms dematarialized and he was teleported to the ship, his only mean of return, he told Blazi they would meet again. And next time, he wouldn't hold back.

(OOC: Didn't know how I was supposed to go back to the ship so I chose for teleportation. If that's not okay, PM/tell me :x)

 

[Blazi]

Blazi grinned as he saw one of his bullets cut a gash in Dark's cheek, only slightly disappointed to see he didn't cry out, though the wince was a desirable reaction. Dark looked up, and so did Blazi. He saw the two ships of the different factions, and realised they must've just stopped firing at each other just a few moments earlier. He looked back to Dark, to see him press a button on his wrist, and say that they would meet again. He started to dematerialize, and Blazi called out for him to wait, but to no avail. Blazi cursed, and looked around. Seeing no reason to stick around, he transformed into a pillar of flame, but not before leaving a small floating shamrock where he was. The pillar of flame rocketed upwards and away, and to the observer, not that there was one, the flame bent slightly towards the Reshiram ship, much to the surprise of the actual person inside. Aside from that, Blazi had a smooth flight to the only safe place he knew.

The Isles.

OoC: Shoooooooooooooort. Also, no-one going on the isles, this is just my leaving post for Chapter 1. I'll reappear with a story of what happens on the isles in the next Chapter I'm in. And yes, this is my only chapter as Charmsian Blazi. I'm knighted in the next one >=D

 

[Secad MS]

(OoC: To whom are you tossing the ball at, Chad?)

Fi was doing a pretty good job of avoiding being stomped with the flaming gerbils, but the large, anthro gerbil body needed to move, and move bleepin' soon. Secad's mental wall was coming down slowly as she calmed down, about the same pace as the buzzing, electrified feeling left their body. Nevertheless, they weren't moving fast enough.

Fi yelled obscenities at her human friend in anger, but that wasn't working. The strange little card and knight beings kept approaching, and burning them as they approached wouldn't rid the entire stadium for a while. Time to take total control. After a few nasty comments referring to female dogs, the sentient gerbil spread her control over the entire white-furred body, leaving Secad's mind room to only 'sit.' Nope, she wouldn't like being trapped in their own head, but by the Gerbil, Secad freaked out way too easily.

It was strange, not having the connectedness they normally had in this body. It felt similar to her natural state, but with different, large, human sized parts and upright walking. Chadwyck was nearby, chuckling. Oh, well, focus on the situation at hand, which was beating a path through the little grunts, as Fi kicked, burnt, and broke her way through.

 

[Satoren]

RX watched with baited breath as Sem’s attack came lashing forward. Just as the tendril of water was about to smack into him, he reached out with an arm and intercepted the attack, the impact causing the whip to wrap itself tightly around his arm. Under normal circumstances, the pain would be excruciating enough since the whip had become somewhat solid. However, a strange dark-liquid-like substance oozed out from the tears in RX’s sleeve. He had managed to limit most of the damage to his arm by covering it in a shadowy armor. And with this, he could also continue his offensive.

RX tugged on the tendril wrapped around his arm, hoping to jostle Sem long enough for the dark ooze around his arm to jump to life and begin wrapping itself around the tendril. Forming small, snake-like arrows, the shadows slinked swiftly around the tendril and towards the hydrokinetic. With projectile well on its way, the young man slid his arm out of the tangled tendril, using the shadows as lubrication to escape. Even more dark matter began to pulse from beneath his feet, slowly pushing him across the floor before suddenly accelerating. Surfing on the shadows, RX quickly made his way towards Sem, the swift dual attack would hopefully finish this fight before it could begin.

ooc: lookit me failing like a failz at RPing =D

 

[Atma]

OoC: ShortPost of flight ahoy.

Karu had bore witness to enough of this, any moment now he was sure something along the lines of, "corruption" and "holy war" was about to wash over the continent. So, he simply had to leave the realm of dry lands and disappear. As for his allies, he glanced back as he turned to run from the stadium. It didn't exactly look too good... Regardless he reached up, summoning a sphere of water that slowly grew and expanded. Clenching his fist whisps of magic lashed about the aquatic mass, the sphere breaking into a rain of needle-like shards to cover the teen's escape.

As such he fled down the stadium, turning sharply and rushing down one of the exit tunnels. Dashing this way and that through the surrounding urban terrain he was soon free of any society he could name at this pace. That was that for now, the ocean beckoned.

 

[Sem]

OOC:BTW Brendan. The sword isn't incredibly light - it weighs as much as any other sword. Lysis is just strong ;-D

BIC:
Tch. Angel had fled back to the Black Faction's ship. Lysis' own ship was preparing to leave as well. This all seemed sooner than expected, but oh well. She holstered her weapons, and quickly checked a small device that she pulled out of her jacket.

Sem was still down there, and he had no way of getting back on his own. She winked at Brendan as she put the device away. He would have to hold onto her sword for now - time was short. She would come back for it at a later point in time, and she would find it in the exact condition it was in currently. Or else.

She waved at the young man and then vanished.

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Sem's liquefied arm was being used against him. Sem yanked on his arm, shattering the ice and allowing his arm to become organic once more. The snakelike tendrils lashed at Sem, forcing him to roll to the side in order to avoid their attack. Despite this, one managed to graze the side of his face, creating a clean cut along his cheekbone. He lifted his fingers to the cut, and saw a trickle of watery-blood on them. Sem stared at RX with a surprised grin. RX was rushing at him on a surge of darkness, trying to land another blow.

Standing up, Sem prepared to stop the Moderator when he heard the familiar sound of gunshots being fired out of a particular pair of guns. He turned, seeing Lysis striding forward, guns ablaze. With RX distracted Sem took his chance, tossing another white PokeBall at the young man. Unlike the first time the ball met its mark. In a burst of brilliant blue light RX was absorbed into the sphere and it shut. There was no shake, no struggle. Capture within the King's PokeBall was guaranteed.

Sem walked casually to where the ball fell, amongst shadows that writhed momentarily in the absence of their master before fading away. He picked up the ball, gazing upon it briefly with his cerulean eyes. Sem pocketed the ball as Lysis took his arm, teleporting them back to the surface world, into the White Faction's ship. The moment the duo appeared on the ship it took off, leaving the stadium in a heap of chaos and ruin.

OOC: Yeah, I auto'd RX for the sake of story progression. It was going to happen anyway though :x RX can speak to me if he doesn't like what I did

 

[Brendan Savem]

Brendan watched carefully as the woman sheathed her weapons and pulled out a small device from her jacket. Brendan wasn’t sure what she was doing, but it looked like some sort of watch or small screen from his angle. When she put it away, she looked at Brendan and winked, then waved goodbye and vanished. Brendan wasn’t sure why she decided to abandon the battle, but even though she was acting pleasant, he could read her face, and it said that they weren’t done, things had only just begun.

Brendan took a step forward, breathed out, and collapsed. His adrenaline was hiding his exhaustion, and now that that has been deprived of nature’s stimulant, he fell like a sack of bricks. The sword wasn’t as light as he thought when he first grabbed hold of it, it went down to the ground first, digging into the ground several inches and staying there, his body fell to the side of it, his hands still grasping the hilt, with a thin stream of blood tricking from the hand that was injured earlier. Blackness crept around the edges of his eyes, his body was drenched with sweat, and his chest was expanding and contracting heavily with each breath. This was pathetic; fatigued, injured, and on the edge of consciousness. How was he supposed to survive another encounter if the first one made him this tired? And even after his train of thought just an hour ago. He wanted a battle that didn’t end up leaving things the same way after incessant attacking; this was the best they come in. This battle was barely over, but whatever the result, nothing would ever be quite the same. If Brendan wanted to come out of this battle the way he wanted to, then he would have to prepare himself for the inevitable rematch with the powerful knight of the White Army.

(Yeah, this is pretty much my last, nevertheless incredibly short, post in this episode, the conclusion is fitting for it. If there are any other people from the factions left on the field, I request that I be left alone for now. I have yet to make faction plans. If people from Team Charms request some form of interaction, I'll oblige to that)

 

[Tailon]

OoC: Epically short shitty post is epically short and shitty :>

The battle raged around Tailon as a white flash brought an enormous revolver to his free hand. The Arcanist quickly leveled the handgun at the giant suit and blasted it with a flame infused round, which exploded on impact, felling the oversized minion. Looking around Tailon was too sure that there was no point in continuing to fight for now. The people of Pokecharms were falling or fleeing faced with the sheer numbers and power of the other side, they would have to regroup, hopefully to fight another day.

Tailon crushed a final pawn as it wandered too close while he faded into a portal, disappearing to somewhere safe. A final portal opened over Tailon’s duster on the floor, through which the Arcanist’s hand reached to take the article of clothing as he escaped to fight later on.