Alright Uki, although you challenged me to my best form and then wanted to make it look easy in defeating me... I'm not sure if I want to use my best form until I've determined your character's level. So to say, post your profile here and I'll try to match it by making a profile on the spot. However, if you can have a profile powerful enough (I'm looking more for creativity than raw power), I will, as you wished, also fight with my most powerful "down to every detail".

Rules:
-Need profile, if its not in your profile, please don't throw random hidden powers into the battle
-No godmodding
-I shouldn't need to say this but for the sake of saying, be mature and behave yourself I don't want to be ooc flaming every page or seeing stuff outside your profile
-Be literate, I'm not looking for a big essay (I don't mind, may take me longer to respond though) since its not school, but please don't post half a line of broken English.
-Your character can be as powerful as you like even godlike powers to some extent if you really want to push it. However no time control, no one-finger-blow-up-universe powers, no I-am-immune-to-all-powers. Be creative, if your creativity makes you powerful enough to repel every move I throw, I'm totally chill. If you just say, I'm god so your move doesn't work... well, please don't.
-Win or lose, I'm hoping we can finish the battle. If you aren't going to finish, please don't start
-My post rate will be approximately one to two posts every one to two days. I'm hoping yours is similar though its totally up to your discretion how often you want to post. Hopefully not once every 2 weeks though... if so, please don't even start.
-My character will be going through multiple phases throughout the battle and I'm hoping to be able to see him through to the end. That, however, will depend on how far your character can push him.
-Again, I'm looking for a good entertaining fight. This is my oldest character and also my most powerful. If you don't have confident to fight on par, well... ~insert polite smile here~
-Lastly, I wish you the best. Entertainment over victory, finish as friends not as foes. Any questions? please ask.

[Character Registration]
Name: Alat Valkov
Age: 577 (Physical appearance seems to be that of a 20yr. old.)
Gender: Male
Abilities:
- Mind control over human minds
- Telekinesis (mild)
- Transformation of limbs and objects
- Casting of shadow-based illusions
- "Healing Factor"
- Super human strength
- Advanced perception of time and speed
- Advanced form of logic and I.Q.
- Summoning of creatures from hell (Hellhounds, zombies, damned souls, insects, bats, and snakes)
- Intangibility
- Teleportation
- Mind reading of humans
- Extreme levels of the 5 senses with advanced "6th Sense"

Skills:
- Expert in hand-to-hand combat
- Expert in firearm usage
- Expert in "free-running"

Attire / Outfit:
- Alat's state of dress seems directly related to the amount of power he uses: as he charges up to engage in battle, first his track-jacket, then his hair-piece will disappear; sometimes removes his arms from the sleeves of his coat letting it simply hang on his shoulders whilst he fires from underneath it. These articles of clothing may be direct physical manifestations of whatever system Y-CORP. uses to control Alat, with the straitjacket representing his true nature. His gloves, which are engraved with the "All Stars" seal (a pentacle decorated with occult symbols and several mottoes, reading: "Hell's Final Level Arrested / Lock Ability / And Shine Blessings Now") are also thought to be part of this mechanism and the source of Y-CORP's control over him (his distinctive gloves are visible in the vast majority of his transformations, even the non-humanoid forms). In his fight against Legendary in the cut-scene where Bone Crusher recalls being beaten by him, an eight-eyed hellhound is shown darting towards the scene in the twilight. As when lightning crashes down and an eerie shadow-like form is casted over the side of its face, it is said that the face of Tala Valkov's face was shown. (Alat spells Tala backwards.)
- In his final release state, Alat reverted to his original form when he was still Tala Ace Valkov. He appeared as his former, 40-year-old self (as opposed to looking his 20s) with a thick beard and mustache. A gigantic army of souls accompany him in this state. He once assumed the form of a gigantic black eye, with a huge amount of tendrils, drinking the blood of all the dead within what is left of Japan.

Weapons:
- GLOCK-17 (Fully Loaded)
- COLT 45 (Fully Loaded)

Personality:
- As Alat is "gifted", he is very egotistical and arrogant, taunting and belittling his opponents, allowing them to inflict wounds before healing and retaliating. An example would be when "The Legends of VG" fought Alat and gained an advantage over him, seemingly close to victory. However, the tides turned when Alat ripped-off their arms and legs and transformed a part of himself into a hellhound and devoured them. Soon to be sealed within the deepest chamber of hell. He seems to wish for a fight with an equal opponent, expressing disappointment towards weak opposition. His desire for a worthy opponent may be connected to his regret; it could be a desire to finally die in battle. He may believe Walter "took" immortality rather than "earned" it.
- Another important aspect of Alat's personality is his relationship with God. As a human, he was a crusader. As a warrior, he believed that actions spoke louder than words; that one must accomplish deeds in order to attract God's attention. He became famous for punishing evildoers in his own lands and abroad, for waging a war against the Muslims in hopes of bringing down "the New Jerusalem," and for sacrificing his troops and his people to achieve his own goals. When he lost his war and was captured by the Turks, he realized that he had failed. Feeling abandoned by God, he abandoned God in turn. In a moment of perfect despair, he took upon war upon his own family known as the "All Stars" and destroyed them all but his loyalist of daughters, Aisu. It is rumored that he did this because he felt that the innocent shall not be punished for such petty acts of the people.

((I'm still a little iffy on using my strongest for the very reason that you see.

But considering you have the ability to summon (seemingly without limits) an army, read human minds, control human minds, teleportation and the ability to absorb opponents to become your own power... I suppose it doesn't really matter if I use my strongest since it could well be just as devastating when used against me. However I must ask that you remove your intangibility ability, I don't want to fight an opponent of whom I'm not allowed to strike just because the character is labeled "untouchable". Takes the fun out of fighting if you know what I mean. And I thought I'd ask for your sake. If I am fighting in my best form then my first move is reality revolution. Would you, or would you not want me to use that move? The choice is yours. And though I prefer to fight in large open spaces I don't really mind where we fight. If you're still interested in fighting, make a first post with the setting and your own introduction. I will post afterwards. If not, also let me know so I can either A) make a new and weaker profile for you to fight with or B) know that I don't have to keep checking for a battle that's never going to start))

Simplified profile wrote:Character Name: Souloe Devonshka
Race: Angel Demon cross
Age: Forgotten
Gender: male
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Cerulean
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 200lb without gears
Occupation: Traveling smith

Seals: Used to seal away things including his own strength.
Gears: Custom weapons and armory that he forged himself
Skills: The fighting style Onizan, Magic bullets, support skills
Magic: Light (sealed), Darkness(sealed)
Ability: Metal
Signature Move: Reality Revolution

Character Name: Souloe Devonshka
Race: Angel Demon cross
Age: Forgotten
Gender: male
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Cerulean
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 200lb without gears
Occupation: Traveling smith

Appearance:
Born of two unlikely races, Devonshka inherited their celestial beauty and their twisted passion. If nothing else, he carries an elegant air of nobility, a deep sense of duty and a burning passion of love... all of which have been washed down by the flow of time.

His cerulean orbs are desolate and void of passion. But if he closed his eyes, the beauty of a celestial being would once again overflow first from his silky silver braid that stretches down to his back. His skin carries a pale tone but visibly rich in warmth from beneath. It is smooth in texture and carries not a single wrinkle. His eye lashes were long and his bangs covers bits and pieces of his silvery eyebrows giving the impression that he is still young but yet quite old at the same time. With a face that carried a sense of agelessness it could, by its beauty, have been both a male or a female complexion.

His frame is solid and, though not too bulging, has high density muscles mass, a living armor, paired with custom equipments styled with the skills of an artisan. Beginning with the lustrous exoskeleton of his power suit the design is certainly that of a feudalistic knight. Standing at 7"9' the suit of armor is massive in size perfect for hiding the body hidden upside down within. The armor is equipped with mono molecular vibrational edged elbow blades that extend from the wrist to past the shoulders. In addition, the blade face is carved with the drawing of a Japanese dragon where the eyes are starring out towards the edge to enhance the visual complexity of the design. The primary composition of the suit is a strange ceramic alloy whose durability increases proportionally with heat and then multiplies when placed within electromagnetic fields. Moving down the repetition of design appears at the greaves where a similar blade extension is equipped at the back where the calf should be. But the blades here seemed to curve in a fashion that is more similar to axes instead. The carvings on these blades are that of a lion with claws ready to scratch a curve that is the physical shape of the blade. Like all other equipments found in Devonshka's arsenal, the ancient symbols 'Rule Breaker' and for some 'action reaction' that contributes to the basic level of enchantment. Finally down at the sabaton a mechanism that operates as wheels are installed ready to move on command. Of the exoskeleton, each piece and each connection were forged with care paired with the artistic design to give him and omnimous aura.

Personality: Over the years his eyes grew cold and his nobility only a habit. His pride had vanished with the seals and when the last of his duty was complete he was content with living as a traveling smith. Souloe still holds onto the idea of a gentleman, of honor, and of truth. Though his eyes are desolate, one might be able to see the tiny glint deep within. It was the one desire to recover what was lost, to find what had been stolen, to take back without being taken. Yet without question he is tired, tired of living...

Seals:
Polydimensional Seal: Since the collapse of Urzmata Devonshka had been scarred with the belief that power is but a number that, when large enough, will eventually collapse on itself like a black hole. And upon these beliefs Devonshka placed multiple seals limiting various aspects of his existence and reducing his power significantly. As he watched stars upon stars come to being and eventually their destruction Devonshka slowly began to heal from his wounds taking to the idea of self control and power maintenance. Regardless, the seals that remain from his past, collectively they are known as the Polydimensional Seals.

Blood Seal: Utilizing the power of his own blood Devonshka sealed his own body's capabilities after understanding the terror of his own strength. The power originating from infusion of technologies, including nano, enchant, genetic and gamma, were simply far too dangerous... even in his opinion.

Prism Seals: According to a theory developed by Green Ace, understood after witnessing it first hand, living beings constantly creates enormous amounts of energy that are simply lost as they are neither used nor stored. Thus these seals were created to store that energy. As time passed, however, the concentration became too dangerous for normal use. Yet surprisingly, the incredible concentration became a powerful catalyst able to resonate with Devonshka fueling major attacks with very little cost to his own energy supply. Though the seals can be manipulated for various effects, Souloe rarely use it any other way.

Cross Seal: Constructed by his Holy, the seal takes the physical appearance of a silvery cross hanging as an earring on his right ear. Unable to properly seal the enormous power of darkness that had evolved over the eons Devonshka developed a technique to seal what he originally thought was impossible. A fabricated life, metaphorically a coating over the original, was designed with the ability to replace Souloe's existence hiding his true self, including his dark inheritance, dormant until the fabrication is destroyed.

Curse Seal: Created by a curse to cause dormant his angelic inheritance, the seal replicated its alias manifesting in the form of a black cross hanging as an earring on his left ear. Constructed over the original seal, this coating was brought forth to replace Souloe's already fabricated self and to eliminate the possibility of him removing the seals by his own volition.

True Seal: Engineered even before the Cross Seal, the True Seal takes no physical form and lays into hibernation the form that had consumed over a centrillion souls. This was the form in which Devonshka's powers were at its greatest and the form that saved him from a certain death during the events of the 'Vanishing Dawn'. Though his body lives on his heart received a deep scar which ultimately led to Souloe creating a fabrication to replace his existence. It was his hopes that the replacement would amass happiness that, along with everything else, will nourish the hibernating soul that is locked away. Due to the method of construction, the weaker his layers of fabrications become the less weight of existence they carry causing an increase in speed as an inverse relationship.

Restrict Seal: By wearing his power suit, Trihan, Devonshka utilizes the extensive weights to sealed his own physical prowess. In exchange to the limit on physical speed however, Souloe ensured for himself a powerful defensive measures to ensure that he will not pass away before he recovers that which was stolen from him. In most gaming terms, his gear set up is considered "A Tank".

Energy Suppressor: While not particularly seal in itself, Devonshka has long since mastered the ability to hide his presence be it in the form of energy or aura. At the same time Souloe tends to suppress his energy levels to make battles more interesting for himself. As he receives damage, however, he will slowly lose the ability to hold back and the monstrous flow of power will steadily increase. At the total depletion of his energy resources, his power often rockets to an undeterminable due to his chi harmonization technique. The vacuum of chi will cause an incredible current to flow into him as depicted by the Wind Dragon fighting style.

Stigma: Having been distraught at various individuals for their limitless recovery abilities, Devonshka developed a seal that stores high amounts of corrosive magical energy over months if not years depending on his daily contribution to the system. The seal is then broken upon activation allowing the overflowing magic to explode upwards in a sudden AOE attack in the form of light to corrode any magical defenses as well as capturing its prey. These pre-engineered magical energy deals no significant physical damage but with disrupt magical circuits exponentially increasing the stress load per usage. It should be noted that those struck by Stigma will receive increasing amounts of damage if they attempt to move at any speed beyond mach one. At the point of mach six the damage with be significant enough to cause severe damage and possibly even death. In addition the engineered sequences will inverse any type healing reversing it into damage instead.

City of Babel: During his visit to the barren lands of Sidka, Devonshka began crafting towers upon towers with streets and gardens, palaces and dungeons. Time has little meaning to immortals and when Devonshka was finished he had covered a kingdom's worth of construction. Unable to completely part ways with his model Souloe sealed it away eventually weaponizing it into his ideal battlefield.

Incantation Virus: A terrible virus originally developed by the Lum'harians. The virus exists only outside of normal space spreading as a terrible disease that normally remains dormant to normal inhabitants. However, the moment anyone cuts space, bend space otherwise even teleport through space or cut open a portal in space, the virus would instantly be attached to the disturbance metaphysically taking control of the disturbance's existence letting 'The Mother' manipulate or consume its spacial existence at will. Though a dangerous element, Devonshka eventually overcame and re-engineered the virus sealing it for use against his foes.

Black Phoenix: Also known as the ritual of the Twilight Monarch, every heir must create a black phoenix using half of their own soul. The spiritual beast is then released to find suitable contractors that will inherit the Monarch's powers in exchange for their soul at their death. When the collected power reaches a certain limit, the black phoenix will undergo a form of spiritual mitosis entering a different dimension to continue its mission. Regarding the hidden secrets of the Black Phoenix, only the heirs to the throne know the exact details but according to most it is a way to limit the Twilight Throne's power, a demonstration for humility and an oath that if one day the Twilight Monarch should abuse his power that someone possessing the Black Phoenix may come to stop him.

Judgment: Devonshka's personal mobile suit is an evolutionary power capable of reading and absorbing both genetic and magical information. With a D.P.C. system, the synchronization creates for a mental unison and a triune hyperresonance that will continuously rebound against itself rapidly multiplying PME supply used to feed the suit's enormous energy output. In addition, a special nuclear dynamic equilibrium is used to maintain the suit's internal maintenance. In its early development, the suit was considered much too dangerous for practical use even for the one Devonshka who was capable of single handedly level stars without breaking a sweat. Over time Judgment evolved to a point where it became useless and so sealed away as no suitable partner could be found for Devonshka to pilot the suit.

Ethreal Blazer: The six identical wings serve as standard equipments for Judgment. While it has multiple forms for various combat capabilities, Ethreal Blazer is used primarily as Sigma Launchers. From every feather point, Sigmas are launched easily summing to a total of a hundred thousand projectiles per burst. It is a common technique, however, to launch only a portion of that number at a time to create a non stop barrage while the the Sigmas are being recharged.

For close ranged battles Ethreal Blazer can also be used as blades by trapping the released Sigmas in a blade like dimension via imprisoning its power through the use of dimensional coercion fields. While the seeds of darkness will not react by itself, the moment it comes into contact with any mass that mass will become fuel for a nuclear fusion explosion that will become increasingly powerful as it collects more mass from the targets that it cuts.

Sigma: Sigmas are the custom projectiles released by Ethreal Blazer. Roughly the size of a 24 caliber shell, the exterior of these sigmas are polluted with thousands of eyes that are extensions of Abitto in its many forms and contributes to a high level homing effect able to dodge false targets. The interior of the shells contains seeds of darkness engineered to replicate the effects of the Genesis Cannon which is capable of capturing its target's mass and using it as fuel for continuous chain reactions of nuclear fusion. Upon impact the Sigmas release these seeds in a shotgun burst formation allowing them to hyperresonate space rippling itself across the third dimension effectively phasing through barriers and defenses to strike their targets. The most deadly of Sigma may well be its ability to contaminate interconnected ships, intelligences and locations via any links/connections, like a virus, sending the fusion chain reaction through the enemy's ranks despite their location as long as there remains an open channel for it to traverse.

Spare Parts: Backup equipments to replace damaged goods.

Gears:
Blades of Corrupted Passion: 'Born' of Devonshka's own body, these six living blades are the part of the polydimensional seal, Blood Seal, that Souloe placed on himself. Normally appearing as pure white or pure black katanas, the blades react to Devonshka manifesting in form by his passion and changing temperatures to his emotions. At the center of its guards unnerving living eyeballs are always watching seeking to fill their unquenchable thirst for power drinking energy, gobbling even barriers and formless existences on contact or... better yet, life blood of a living soul. Possibly due to the blade's origins but Devonshka is able to instantly summon them to hand and control their movements regardless of their location.

Trihan: A massive enchanted suit of armor standing at 7"9', this power suit was forged with the most diverse combination of designs including a mono molecular textile strength, an intricate automation system, a mechanical third arm, an non-conductive ceramic alloy, a hidden electromagnetic technology, a complex mass of symbols, an intrinsic nuclear technology, a quantum computer, a video camera, kinetic shielding, an innate plasma emitter, an artistic visual design, a nano machine based infrastructure and a visible knightly exoskeleton. Though its weight will reduce the user's natural speed, its mass creates for a powerful defense.

Defiance: Defiance is the conventional name for the four chained shields that are the primary peripheral gears of Trihan. The infrastructure is composed of its true form, Punisher, and a thick layer of armor, both carrying Trihan's technology and its own additional enchantments, to give the shields their 8"2' height and coffin-like dimensions each capable of housing Trihan were it to become hollow within.

Protection: Protection is the conventional name for the plasma cannons equipped at the shoulders Trihan. With an auto-aiming sequence the cannons can also fire lasers and are used more for protection than attack.

Speaker: A small component of Trihan which releases supersonic waves at close range to damage the brain and cause temporary paralysis [1 post's time - till the end of the user's next post].

Fireflies: The common name for the nanomachines constantly being generated by breaking down surrounding matter and reassembled for various effects. A common offensive execution is Nerve Crack. These nanomachines are usually released in a gaseous state to infect the opponent hijacking their nervous system for whatever purpose.

Abitto: Though it can take whatever form Devonshka fancies at the moment, these collective existences are usually found in the form of a simple duel edged, like a 's', scythe. The blade is purple in color extending from the blades to the spear tip on the other end. Abitto is the physical manifestation of evil: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. While it may not carry any weight or fancy artistic designs, the weapon has the ability to taint souls and corrupt minds effectively separating soul, mind, and body shattering each piece upon contact. Though unusable against Souloe, it is summonable and can cut shadows, by its blade or by its shadow, allowing the victim to suffer the same fate as their dark reflection.

Punisher: As with the ancient Roman tool of crucifixion the equipment is shaped with the dimensions of a wooden cross. The mechanical structure has obvious components on either ends of the length and then hidden components all over the edge. The short end is capable of firing various missiles while the long end makes use of both the barrel length and LAC technology to release ammunition in a machine gun fashion. Punisher uses compressed ammunition that, once leaving the premise of the equipment, will uncompress naturally into their original form - usually weapons such as lances or morning stars - as primary mode of attack.

Punisher is equipped with an interior recoil absorption mechanism while the exterior seemed to be equipped with a type of pump-action system. To enhance destructive capabilities both the gun and the ammunitions have been pumped with magic to seven fold its original speed and power. In addition to the transformation design and the ammunition/power control system it also houses a gamma ray technology for burning through targets. The full height of punisher is 5"8' and, to be sure, the equipment is simply an over glorified gun.

Saihan: Worn beneath Trihan, this is a light armor version of the massive suit.

Scarabs: Scarabs is an alloy sphere that is ten meters in radius and three hundred tons in weight. In addition to The Curse of Hydra, an automation magic and the algorithmic sequences allows for relative ease of control and usually only one is summoned into battle by Devonshka.

Stellar Equipments:
In an age lost to time, when he still assumed power over the ancient civilization, Devonshka led huge armies into interstellar battles requiring equipments of an entirely different class. While a majority of the weaponry was lost during the 'Vanishing Dawn' Souloe, during his spare time, remade some of his stellar equipments but stashed them away. He understood that these weapons were far too advanced and unnecessary for the battles he usually partakes and decided not to release them unless forced into a battle of that caliber.

Guardians: As the name hints, Guardians are unmanned power suits used as body guards for Devonshka while he entered stellar battles. They house the capabilities of his personal suits and are equipped with similar equipments. While they are manipulated by a high level AI these suits will also obey Devonshka's command as their only authority.

Gigas: Standard military issued armory with various technologies to protect and enhance the user. Other than the standard electromagnetic technology the most emphasized feature was the synchronization technology with multiplies the user's reflex, instinct, speed, strength and mental capacity by multiple folds at mere 7.56% synchronization. Due to incompatibility and safety issues the suit is often locked at a maximum synchronization rate to be 10%. While the suit also houses Neural Accelerator, Atomic Resonance and Field Manipulators the most common weapons are external equipments for extended capabilities.

Linear Acceleration Cannons: Having deciphered the most complex organ of the physical anatomy, scientists began to harness the power of brain waves using it as a power source due to its efficiency and potency over electromagnetic rail guns. After much research they were able to harmonize the two technologies to activate the Double Resonance Effect making it a formidable weapon/attachment for stellar battles where distance is measured in light years. After custom modification, Devonshka's LAC is capable of achieving Hyperresonance to a measure of 5 Noks.

Nuclear Radiation Cannons: After developing the technology to break down individual atoms to achieve nuclear fission, scientists began weaponizing this technology eventually creating the Genesis Cannon and then this hand held version capable of releasing the incredible nuclear power capable of sinking multiple battleships with a single fire. Other versions with various capabilities have been known to exist. Some are even capable of harmonizing with the target's mass using them as fuel for a chain reaction of nuclear fusions.

High Frequency Field Generators: Standard equipment on the Gigas Suit, the HFFGs are of a spherical design no larger than marbles and are carried in masses. They house the capability to manipulate multiple high frequency fields such as anti-gravitation fields and dimensional coercion fields. Their use is versatile and often used as shields to protect the user. Other common usage includes the Plasma Blade Saber, Hyperresonance Cannon and Backlash Cannon.

Skills:

Onizan:
Translated literally as 'demon slash', this legendary style of fighting was originally developed for inhuman melee combat designed to counter the strongest magic wielding opponents. Within its vast library, there exist moves that requires years of inhuman training for simple mastery while others requires millenniums of deathly toil for mere execution. The most commonly used of these skills are the seven hidden arts known conventionally as the Seven Human Maxima. And amongst the seven, Devonshka's biggest pride lies in Taiken, the command of ones own body including an array of chi and mana manipulation techniques.

With strength enough to subdue multitudes it is said that this was the perfect form of martial arts. Yet the true strength of the style lay in the years of toil for every move filling the user with exponential growth of strength, speed and experience for every mastery. But with the passing of the eons its legends were lost and the one man who inherited its strength became a wandering smith, they call him.... Devilsmith Devonshka.

Seven Human Maxima:
Blitz: The art of haste
Shaze: The art of double layer
Taiken: The art of command
Zhitong: The art of thrust
Kongyou: The art of height
Shingan: The heart's eye
Kazegen: The art of wind

Taiken: Also known as the art of command, Taiken holds the ability to fully command one's own body and can almost be described as the summation of the many forms. From voluntary to involuntary control, from chi to mana to aura manipulation, the art is the most difficult to master but respectively is the most powerful of the seven. The concentration of chi often allows for physical enhancement including increased speed, strength, regeneration and defense to the point of easily blocking blades and shattering steel. The amount of chi and the technique of application are often a prime focus for martial artists regardless of the form they practice.

Advanced techniques often require mental projections to focus and manipulate the chi's form. With the application of different techniques it is possible to create 'the elements' without the use of magic and is often deemed the elemental dragon forms depending on the branch of Taiken practiced. Though these are different than the magical elements they do carry similarities and are often used in a more effective manner when paired with Onizan's combat style. Over the generations Devonshka as mastered over a thousand techniques including the forms of the elemental dragons as well as hyperresonance. His knowledge grew and understood and made use of the similarity of the chi, mana and aura that Taiken controls. His ability to manipulate chi has advanced to the point of harmonizing with nature and overcoming the clash between opposing elements such as Yin and Yang chi.

Lion Howl: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Sound Dragon fighting style. As one of the many moves developed by martial artists, this skill was originally used by a man with the title 'Golden Lion King'. As the name suggests the technique carries a certain resemblance to that of a true lion's howl. The difference lies in the injection of chi designed to damage the brain and vestibular system. Although it has other applications, Lion Howl is most often used to stun the enemy.

Arctic Deliverance: The technique is one of the secret arts of the Ice Dragon fighting style. Users of this branch of Taiken are often found to be more calm and articulate due to the requirements of the techniques. By draining nature's chi, and thus its kinetic energy, it is possible to freeze the target on a molecular level. The extra chi is often used to protect the user body allowing the user to freeze the opponents without inflicting harm to their own self.

Thunder Break: The technique is one of the secret arts of the Thunder Dragon fighting style. While most of the other elemental dragon forms are based on only one of the Yin or Yang chi, the Thunder Dragon techniques are based a lot more heavily upon conjugating the two charges and clashing the two chi mass to create electricity based attacks to paralyze the opponent in more ways than one. Due to the nature of the technique purer chi is often a heavy focus of the style.

Apollo's Wrath: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Fire Dragon fighting style. Where the Ice Dragon fighting style is based on the manipulation of Yin chi the Fire Dragon fighting style is based much more on collisions of Yang chi. By forcing specific currents in one's chi the user forces their chi to clash against each other creating high friction and, consequently, flames to sear through the opponent.

Deimo Pulmus: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Void Dragon fighting style. While similar to the other elemental dragons in its ability to 'summon the element' the Void Dragon is often deemed superior to the other dragons due to the impossible feats that it can achieve. With Deimo Pulmus, a special form of hyperresonance is created using chi to disturb the fabrics of space. While this technique is used most often as a shield it does have many applications such as ranged or melee AOE attacks.

Feline Claw: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Wind Dragon fighting style. Amongst the elemental dragons the Wind Dragon is the only one that openly throws chi as its primary source of offense. By concentrating one's chi at the tips of the finger the user can then send it out via slash as a type of 'wind blade' to cut through the enemy at long distances. While considered foolish by the manner which it depletes the user's chi the secret of the art actually harmonizes with nature's chi and uses the original concentration as a medium for the projectile. The harmonization also permits for what appears to be wind control and is considered to most resemble magic.

Stone Body: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Earth Dragon fighting style. The stone body technique is different from the other dragon techniques in that it does not produce fancy display such as that of fire or wind. Conversely, the Earth Dragon's technique focuses much more on saturating one's chi on the skin with special current flows to disperse energy and scatter resistance. While the technique is activated the color hue of the body is often dried to a stone gray thus acquiring the title Stone Body. A major drawback for young masters is that by concentrating enough chi to create the stone body they lack resources amplify their other physical capabilities rendering them slower than the other dragons.

Marine Flare: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Water Dragon fighting style. It is said that water is a universal reactant and is an element most critical for living things. With its fluidity and its versatile capability water is actually a powerful medium for channeling chi. The Marine Flare is a technique which drives chi into water and using it as a powerful cannon capable of blasting holes in heavy armored tanks. While not as manipulative as the Wind Dragon's harmonization, the instantaneous chi in blast out sequence remains a powerful combat capability.

Shadow Bind: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Shadow Dragon fighting style. While the other elemental dragons focus on damage and efficiency the Shadow Dragon has a unique view of handicapping the opponent. By injecting chi and compressing the opponent's nervous system it is possible to block the electric signal rendering them immobile. Advanced users often use various pressure techniques and target even the other, such as chi and mana, circuits of their opponents.

Elementary power: This is arguably the simplest of techniques amongst all the dragon forms. By operating with the raw forms of chi various effects can be achieved. The simplest include increase in speed, strength, defense and regeneration whose enhancement level is dictated by the skill of the user and the amount of chi they put in. In the basics of manipulation it is possible to allow a human body to be impervious to blade strikes in defense or to lift tanks with a single finger in strength. Another usage is that by release chi as kinetic wave it is possible to create something similar to a telekinetic attack, an invisible force that simply strikes the opponent. While simple to use it can be lethal to the victims depending on the method of application. While high concentration of chi can destroy tanks and airships with ease users should be careful of their own chi quantity as elementary power tends to be less efficient in than the other dragon forms in its input output efficiency rate.

C. Laser: This technique is one of the secret arts of the Light Dragon fighting style. Of the dragon forms this technique is one of the more fancy forms. By concentrating chi, with the Light Dragon's technique, in a location in space it is possible to incite light and fire it at the opponent in the form of laser. Its advantage over the other dragon forms is that the laser can be fired from anywhere and can be used as many times as the user desires. Lasers from adept users can cut through steel and bone alike on contact.

Swordplay:
Progressing from the basic hand to hand combat Onizan also has a large library of moves for bladed techniques. While form is often part of the basic training, there are specific skills similar to that of the seven human maxima that give Onizan Swordplay their actual strength. Amongst the many techniques there are a few that Devonshka has labeled favorites due to the frequency of their appearances in his battles.

Vibrate Edge: Tracing its roots from the seven human maxima, Taiken, this skill allows the dullest blades to cut steel and often bypasses sword parries. By concentrating chi into the hand the skill is able to vibrate the edge causing every strike to multiply in both quantity and quality. Depending on the user's skill level it is possible to land three slashes with a single strike or a thousand slashes depending on the frequency of the vibration.

Empty Edge: This skill was developed similar to Vibrate Edge. By channeling one's chi into the nervous system of the arm it is possible to send just that limb into an incredible berserk mode. The skill relies on the control of the berserk arm to create blade strikes of unrealistic speeds making the blade seem as if it never left its resting place or simply an invisible edge.

Cluster Edge: This skill was a technique he learned during his travels. By striking the boundary between two pressing auras it is possible to collapse the equilibrium and capture the full force of both auras into a powerful current flowing into the scar of the opponent's aura. The force then manifests visibly as a blast capable of destroying armies with a single strike shredding steel and bones with relative ease. Stronger opponents or bigger groups of enemies will allow for stronger blasts.

Sticky Edge: The skill is likely the simplest of the Onizan blade techniques. By coating the blade with chi it is possible to create a 'sticky' effect. While it has no offensive power the move can instantly grapple the target on contact. This is a move developed as an application of elementary power.

Drill Edge: The skill derives from a proper control of elementary power. By utilizing chi itself to hold the blade, usually a layer between the handle and the hand, it is possible to spin the chi and, subsequently, causes the blade to spin like that of a drill.

Impossible Edge: This technique drives forward thin sheets of chi described possibly as ribbons or otherwise as a thousand blades shooting forward for an AOE attack. Due to the nature of the attack the chi ribbons can bend and twist depending on the control mastery of the user. This skill is used most often against multiple enemies and is most effective against crowded armies.

Cripple Edge: While all existence carry chi, known also as 'breath' in the original language, the quantities of chi vary from object to object and even section to section of the same item. By reading and understanding the concentration of chi it is possible to find the point of weakest link and cleave through the entire object with it like archilies' heel. This technique is used often on inanimate objects more than living things. As the chi in living things flow it becomes increasingly difficult to strike at the correct point especially against masters of the chi. Against those who cannot use chi, however, the task becomes almost too simple especially for masters like Devonshka.

Ghost Edge: While most other blade techniques actually require a blade to perform, Ghost Edge is of the fewer skills able to be performed even without a blade in hand. By extending chi beyond one's body the user is then able to create invisible blades to both block or attack enemy attacks as though a ghost samurai or some telekinetic power is protecting the user. This skill is also a requirement for Thousand Hand Akuma.

Thousand Hand Akuma: One of the more advanced sword techniques. By pushing one's speed to a frightening level the user makes a total of a sixteen thousand three hundred eighty four stabs in a fraction of a split second. The stabs are also supported by the constant release of Ghost Edge, Impossible Edge, Crippling Edge and is able to fully destroy any material into particles finer than dust. The skill is named because the last image the victim sees is often that of a Thousand Hand Akuma. A direct hit will cause the victim to leave behind only a pile of dust in place of their carcass.

Mahou Bullets:
Developed by the lost civilization, the power of the mahou bullets, also known as the algorithmic bullets, can be harnessed even by people with no magical prowess. The only condition for use is that the bullet needs to be created. Inept users often buy bullets while adept users can create bullets on the spot. Though the basic technique of the art is simply inserting mana into the bullet inexperienced users will encounter issues such as over charge, paral drain, and Lutz field backlash. Making bullets is often lethal for those who have no knowledge or experience in the field and have, in the past, resulted in many deaths.

Charge Bullet: Simple bullet charged with mana. The most primitive usage of such bullets are to enhance the destructive power of the shot both in speed, in power and in explosion.

Elemental Bullet: One of the more common class of bullets in his time. The bullets often carry simple algorithms and harnesses the elements found in nature for effects. While powerful elemental bullets are possible, the simplicity of the bullet in its basic form allows for versitile applications and are often preferred by beginners.

Summoning Bullet: One of the major classes of the algorithmic bullets. The complexity of the inscribed mana often dictates the amount of power that can be summoned. While most other classes emphasize on technique, mana and power, this class leads its prime focus on form. The most basics of application include bullets that summons animals for attack or support. Higher level masteries often create bullets that turn the target into combination of objects with creatures.

Luster Bullet: A class of bullets classified for its supportive magical effects. The white bullet is considered defensive support while the black bullet is known to be offensive support. Grey bullets are the middle ground that does not quite seem to fit in either classification. While not powerfully damaging in itself, it often gives fighters an edge against their opponent.

Recursion Bullet: One of the more dangerous type of bullets. These bullets focus on the algorithm and are classified due to the code's ability to recursively call its own function. While a single call to the function is not dangerous in itself, the ability to harness environmental mana and infinitely call on itself creates for an abnormality often too dangerous for opponents and users alike. In the past these bullets were banned by a strict legislature.

Support:
Summon/Banish: In the time of the interstellar battles one of the deciding factor is often the amount of preparation each army had. Insufficient ammunition was often a leading factor in the demise of an army as a calculated probability of only 8.76% of ranged ammunition actually connects in stellar battle due to the spacial distance. Even in close ranged battles the amount of energy in one's suit often depicts one's life in battle. Entering battle without the capability to refuel is asking for suicide. Thus Devonshka's home planet developed such a skill to quickly summon and banish prepared items.

Scan: After living for so many generations Devonshka has developed a skill of reading the opponent via simple gestures and habits to advanced observation such as memories within one's aura. While it carries no direct offensive capabilities Devonshka is capable of acquiring a significant amount of information about his opponents through scan.

Nonaheiroglyphs: Since the time of the Twilight Monarch there had been developed a special technique which routs magic into a special circuitry concentration. These three dimensional glyphs were designed to constantly draw in enormous amounts of mana from the environment and collect it within the nine hovering spheres. These nonaheiroglyphs is then used as a medium for Devonshka to execute powerful spells without depleting his own mana resources.

Ability:
Metal: Due to a strange manifestation of a unique blood mixture, Souloe was almost fated to become 'Devilsmith Devonshka'. With the natural ability to create, manipulate, summon (especially his crafts) and absorb metal Souloe found for himself a more peaceful way of living and the freedom to wander from place to place. Yet even with the ability to craft with unmatched qualities, he rarely forges anything beyond the said time's allowance claiming that power, is, but a number. His ability of metal has also granted him other titles such as 'Souloe of Thousand Blades', 'living armory', 'moving fortress' and 'Sand King'.

Heritage:
Angelic Heritage: As a descent from celestial beings it is to be expected that Devonshka inherit their traits including flawless skin destined never to have any wrinkles; Silky hair, that are always in good condition; Cerulean eyes, that seems to have a natural charm; Elegance, maintained constantly by their incredible endurance and also due to the fact that they don't need to breath; Ligan, the soul's eye; Holy, a natural magical prowess and the ability to resist evil; and Obedience, the grace of God pouring energy into their soul; Crystal Soul, the ability to reflect any attempts made directly to the soul or mind; Purify, the ability to suck up an opponent's fighting spirit, including their will to fight and the strength to battle, purifying their hostility. Yet with the seal he placed on himself, most of these traits were locked away.

Demonic Heritage: As a descent from demonic beings it is to be expected that Devonshka inherit their racial bonuses including Lust, a desire for physical pleasure; Gluttony, a black hole of a stomach (figuratively speaking); Greed, a tendency to want more indefinitely; Sloth, a natural habit of procrastination; wrath, a more violent, and even berserk at times, nature ; Envy, a fake need to want what he does not have; Pride, a sharp tongue to boast his own accomplishments; Strength, explosive in power and used to terrorize; Evolution, the cellular ability of constant mutation to grow immunity to harm to the body; Bad breath: the ability to breath out poisonous/corrosive gas (self immune to all toxin or corrosion) through the mouth or through the body; Regeneration, the ability to recover wounds and regenerate limbs at a rapid rate; Snatcher, the ability to consume souls or energy to gain their abilities and power. Yet with the seal he placed on himself, most of these traits were locked away.

Light/Darkness: Being born to two races of spiritual beings who, at the beginning, crafted their own bodies and manifested Souloe intrinsically inherits the two elements as an inseparable part of his existence. After countless millenniums of training he can, without too much trouble, manipulate these elements at will and even transcend these elements to their true form. Amongst other things, the active uses of these elements have been sealed off by his own hands.

Instinct: After many eons, Devonshka has lived through both thick and thin. Amongst the various races he had come across humans were the most intriguing. They often wish for what they do not have seeking to fill their never ending abyss of greed. Yet despite their desires humans often have a difficulty to work in perfect harmony with the rest of society leading to an inhabitation of technological advances. Unless there is exchange of mutual benefits humans are far less capable of sharing and helping each other. Perhaps it was instincts as with the animals defending territories and such. Devonshka observed these humans for quite many years eventually understanding his own (Souloe's) instincts and learning voluntary control over it. While it was not easy, the campaign was successful and he awoken voluntary control of his instincts permitting both him and his body to accurately predict the future up to one second.

Luck: The idea of luck is simply defined as things outside one's own control. While coins have a 50/50 chance probability in flipping heads the idea of probably is actually rather obscure in Devonshka's point of view. By correctly placing one's strength and timing the flow of the coin it is simply a matter of skill to flip the side in which one desires. But extending beyond that of a coin there are many things which are outside Devonshka's control such as his birth in a specific time and place, his unique heritage, his meeting with Master... too many things seemed to hinge on his unexplainable fluctuating luck. After many millennium of statistical analysis, Souloe realized he must be blessed by some supernatural power and, additionally, seems to be able to activate his luck at will.

Signature moves:
Absolute Reality Revolution: Due to scars of the past and memories of agony, Devonshka have long since decided that power, is, but a number and the best way to confine these numbers is to call 'Reality' back into the realm in which he exist by giving it the small boost required to offset the reality/fantasy struggle. As manifestation of that belief, Souloe toiled to develop his belief eventually completing it as his signature move, a skill not affected by his Polydimensional seals and usually carried into battle at already 98% completion. While reality is in control, magical and supernatural phenomena may not occur and does not exist and applies for all parties including the user. Physical bodies, reality's laws and even inhuman skills may continue to exist. While this move is not indestructible there is a very specific way, and only one, of dismantling it.

History: Souloe is a mystery in itself. Blessed with a curse and cursed with a blessing, Devonshka was born in an ancient civilization that was consumed by its own power and eventually became lost to time itself. Of what place can he speak of as home? Of what secrets did he hide in the depths of his soul?

Amongst the oldest of immortals some may remember rumors floating around the existence of the devilsmith. Some claims that Devonshka is once a deadly assassin able to down a hundred men with a single punch. Others says that he could shatter steel like sand. Still another says that he, in his forgotten youth, found a surviving lore, the last before shattering to dust on contact that wrote of Devonshka's past.

In a time lost to man, lost to even the memories of the great universe, there once stood a great civilization with divine blessing and immortal inhabitants whose strength and wisdom infinitely surpassed anything that existed in all of time. Amongst the midst of such a civilization was an Archon General who has never suffered defeat after a hundred millennium. He eventually ascended into the throne of the Twilight Monarch leading his people into a period of unprecedented prosperity.

If the 'Vanishing Dawn' had never occurred then surely the kingdom of Urzmata would have been eternal.

At the time a catastrophic event to explode in the heart of the kingdom and its waves of destruction pulsed through the galaxy threatening to remove its place amongst the universe. Every citizen of the galaxy, including both the humans and the celestials, united against the unprecedented Armageddon and was barely able to place an eternal seal locking away the entire civilization within both time and space.

But little did anyone expect that the rumors were true and that the Twilight Monarch would reappear ravaging the galaxy to unwind the seal and save his beloved Night Monarch. He stopped at nothing slaying those who stood in his path be it Celestials or Human. United once more the Celestials and the Humans began counter measures against the one who threatens to return revive the calamity that all the worlds worked so hard to suppress. Yet nothing could stand in his path. He was the described as epiphany of power, the sol... [Text ends here]

Many eons have past since then. Eras rose and fell; heroes came to power and kingdoms fell in shambles. He had seen the rising of the nightly twinkles enough to memorize the location of each star. At times he would retreat from society as a hermit and at times he would travel to different galaxies, realms and dimensions to find fragments of his past. Yet how much was truth and how much was fabrication? Whatever the ancient stories told, Souloe is now generally known as the Devilsmith able to craft the mightiest of equipments supreme in their own grade. All his equipments are imbued with the inability to backfire on Devonshka. The legendary crafts, however, comes at an extremely high price and is never forged easily.

[Introduction Phase 1: Clubbin' It 101]
A thick Electronica beat was heard pounding away in what appeared to be a nightclub as the camera would zoom in from the dark skies above to inside of the warehouse from which a rave was taking place. The song being "Phat Laces" by Dave Seaman as hundreds of people were shown bouncing about rhythmically to the bass. The tall glass and reinforced metal speakers booming BPS well over 200. Females were spotted dancing in glass cages suspended from the ceiling with neon, glow-in-the-dark body paint, and with pulsating lights at their 8", clear, high-heels. Lasers flying about in a barrage of green rays in random order as it would be shown reflecting off the tan bodies of the dancers in the cages as well as the people within as within the "V.I.P. Section" called: "ACES" upon a smooth, tiger's skin couch Alat sat waiting.

Alat was no more than six feet tall and weighted a little under two hundred nineteen pounds. His figure dawned in his typical "Y-CORP" track-jacket which was unzipped had its sleeves rolled up near the elbow region of his arm. His long, platinum-blonde, straightened, "Glam Rock" / "Scene" hair hanging down as from all angles fringes were portrayed hanging down elsewhere. In the front of his face that of two rather long strands of hair which extended themselves past his chin were of a dirty-blonde hue as upon his eyes "Wayfarer Sunglasses" sat due to his connections in "D&G" (Dolce & Gabbana). His hands dawned by white Louis Vuitton leather gloves with his signature monograms upon the back of his hands. His face showing its typical expression of cockiness as from his grin, a twinkle of castle white was shown from his enlarged K-9's almost appearing vampiric. Concealed within the track-jacket that of his "tools of a bachelor" which was that of a fully-loaded GLOCK-17 and Colt 45.

Grinning still, his right palm rubbed upon the left thigh of one of the dancers as she'd kiss his cheek and rise as she'd know what was about to occur from him telling her through telepathy of his oncoming opponent. The male sensing his presence from outside of the vicinity as he'd begin what appeared to be a chuckle.

From the opposite side from where he sat, a series of females sat wearing a typical nightclubbing form of attire would wink at him and say in a low, sweet voice, "Good luck, Master. . ."

"Tch, luck is for the petty.", he'd say as he'd dig into his track-jacket with his left hand and take out what appeared to a playing card with the back design of snakeskin. The face of the card appearing as an ace as in the center would have his form leaning up against his 06' Ferrari Enzo. His middle and index finger of his left hand grasping the card from its tip as he'd throw it to the woman whom had offered him luck as he'd rise and stand. The neon lights overhead which had been moving about with the music shining down upon him as the reflection from his sunglasses would cause them to have an eerie shine to them.

Walking now, he'd take his time as he'd move his left arm down to its respective side and draw outwards to the air his GLOCK-17 as he'd keep his arrogant, overly-confident grin. His arm bringing the gun to his mouth as he'd open his mouth to show that of a vampire-like jaw structure as he'd place the top of the firearm within his mouth and bite down causing a metallic clapping noise to echo out. His right arm pulling the gun back while in place with his mouth enabling it to become cocked.

After cocking his weapon, people in the V.I.P. would obviously know that they're lord was about to "play" and have fun as the guards and checks would move out of his way as well as dancers and promoters.

Upon reaching the entrance to the V.I.P. a strange man in a jet-black business suit had appeared to be waiting for him who was rather muscular in size and tall. His eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses by COACH. The male leaning over to the left side of Alat's ear and whispering, ". . .Don't make too much of a mess, Tala. Remember that we still have to keep a low-profile."

"Whatever.", Alat would say in his cocky form before exiting the V.I.P. and stand to face the roaring crowd of ravers and dancers. A glimmer of promise in his eyes as he'd place the gun back in his track-jacket's inner pocket. The male soon whistling to the air in a fresh remark to the beautiful woman in the club as he'd then shake his head.

"Man oh man, this is going to be fun.", he'd say while waiting for his opponent to come out of hiding.

[Introduction Phase 2: Nice 'n Smooth]
While standing in front of the V.I.P. entrance, he'd snap the fingers of his right hand as his sunglasses would soon vanish into thin air due to some magical, unknown force. His eyes being revealed as icy blue and cat-like as he'd have them narrowed due to the flashing and pulsating neon lights. As well as flying lasers. His hands soon entering his pockets of his track-jacket as he'd walk towards the crowd of "Cubbers" as he'd keep his high-level of confidence.

Pausing for a slight moment, he'd notice the spiritual pressure of his opponent growing stronger by the moment as time moved on. His hair rising upon the back of his neck as though he had feline qualities and attributes about him as he'd soon simply "shake it off" and press forward to the intensifying crowd as music boomed harder. From the ceiling, a thin L.C.D. screen would lower down and spin into a locked position in which it would soon light-up to show that of an "Intensity Gauge". This devices were used to rate the wildness of the crowd and levels of music which surged about the air with ferocious intent. The air-conditioning above kicking-in as well in full effect causing the collar of his track-jacket to dance about freely in the wind as well as his hair.

"Heh. . .", he'd say under his breath as he'd walk forward. His right hand rising to his face as he'd cover it slightly only to have his sunglasses reappear upon his visage.

Keeping his pace, it would appear that with every step that he took the beat would match as it would "blend" into the song known as "Robot Rock" by the Dance / Electronica artist known as Daft Punk.

((nice place
by continuing I'm assuming you agree to not use the intangible ability?
by not answering I'm assuming you are letting me decide whether or not I should use reality revolution?
and just a friendly reminder not to use abilities found outside your profile))

::Souloe Devonshka - Introduction::

As Alat moved people began to clear the way providing a visual answer to the unspoken question 'who's boss?'.

A thick unidentified aura crowded the room and the people began to choke in its intensity instantly disturbing the unnatural high these rave parties seem to offer. A man, no taller than 6", approached the lone lord in the circle whose boundaries were marked by people. His face was calm though his eyes were obviously nervous. His body was tone though not quite bulging. His lips began to move and his hands held out an envelope of sorts.

"Sir, the man asks if you are the one who sent this challenge lett..."

A rumble shook the earth possibly trying to be in tune with the music though too powerful for an elaborate effect by the DJ. Dust scattered from the ceiling as they were shook loose from the vibration. The messenger's eyes betrayed his fear as he knew instantly what was going on. His voice stuttered as he tried to scrummage through the last of his words but the haste only twisted his tongue spewing chains of untranslatable gibberish.

A second tremer rumbled the building and things not bolted to the ground began to fall as they were moved by the vibration once more. Glass shattered and equipments fell. The music halted and the a panic spread through the crowd in fear of an earthquake. The messenger, overwhelmed by fear as he knew of the monstrosity that was to come, abandoned his duty and fled. But rather than running towards the exit, people all over seemed to be backing up from it as though someone... or something was coming.

A third quake brought with it the destruction of the entrance and the wall that framed it. In its place, standing before the crowd, was the monstrosity that was the cause of it all. A man, if he could be called one, stood at an abnormal height of 7"8'. Even over the simple garments that hid his frame, a powerful physique described as no less than massive could be witnesses by all. His arms alone carried multiple times the diameter measurement of the thighs of Olympic weight trainers. Gauging the distance that marked the dimensions of his chest one might begin to wonder if it was as thick as they are tall. Rubble piled on the floor beside him and fear crossed the hearts of many wondering if their lives might be spared from this monster of a juggernaut.

For a moment there was silence in perfect stillness as the world held its breath uncertain to what was to come. Only his chest rose and fell and with it slow ghastly sounds of breathing echoed slowly through the air. The atmosphere was stale and stagnant. And the stillness was not caused by fear alone. There were those that had fainted from mere exposure to his heavy unrelenting aura. And as time passed, his presence only seemed increasingly omnimous.

He lifted his hand and dropped a piece of paper on a nearby surface. Though curious as to what it was only those close enough would be able to see that it was a check with a scribble that says 'payment for the broken door'. The name was an obvious alias but it would cash in and that was good enough.

As he began to move again, the weight of his steps seemed heavier still as they struck like thunder reverberating the halls shaking men's hearts asunder. As he walked, a space opened up behind him and many fled in fear. Standing in front of Alat he did not even gaze down to see the one who had challenged him but instead only waited for the crowd to clear out. There was another pause. Certainly the preference for fighting in wide open spaces was not for no reason. A stray light crossed his face revealing a luster from a helmet, not a face, hinting the possibility of a full body armor hidden beneath the loose garments. For the first time since his arrival, his deep voice rumbled and with a voice that seemed to belong to no other than that of the cruelest of demons.

"...You..." He breathed a question that seemed to carry with it a slight tone of disbelief. "...challenged......Me....?" The air echoed in fear and a delayed chill was sent down many spines.

Here stand the one whom they titled... The Great Steel Guardian.

Whistling outwards to the air, he'd keep his cocky smile as he'd cock his head to the left as if to impressed with his ability to shake the grounds beneath his feet. His face remaining its composure as he'd vibrate about where he stood from the series of earthquakes as he'd slowly chuckle. His hair bouncing about as his hands within his pockets would keep still and not move even the slightest. Apparently, he hadn't been phased by the destructive abilities he knew his opponent possessed.

"Awesome. . .", he'd say as his words bared no weight about the carnage taking place around him. His right hand rising as he'd snap his fingers as a breeze blew outwards from his form after rising from around his ankles and soon to pass upwards as if it were a minor tornado. The coming from his spiritual energy mixing with the oxygen in the air.

"Hahahahaha", he'd chuckle as the wind raged on more and more. From the snapping of his fingers, his sunglasses completely faded as it would appear his gloves which dawned his hands began to glow upon the back where the symbol of his organization and mottoes rested. The designs illuminating the darkening vicinity due to the torrential winds and crushing force of earth breaking apart the lighting systems and structures as well as nearby electronics as sparks would fly about the room as the panels which suspended from the ceiling would crack and soon hang from its A.U.X. cables. Soon, snapping and popping noises being heard as they'd fall down causing dust to rapidly spread like a wildfire as the sound of destruction would cause a harmony unlike none other.

"Releasing Y-CORP binding systems of the natural exodias, approval of the divine recognized. Commencing the Valkov invocation. Holy restrictions lifted for permanent use until the guardian has been rendered contained, neutralized, and silent. . .", he'd say slightly as he'd soon hold his right arm in front of his form with his hand completely straight. The fingers stretched-out all the way as he'd wave his hand right and left in a pattern-like manner as he'd appear to have a ghastly pink hued aura about his form. It was obvious that he was attempting to do something outside of the norm. Something the world had seen only once before in B.C.

As time passed on with him waving his hand from the right to the left and vice-versa, his attire would COMPLETELY change. As well as his mind-set. His figure now dawned in a skin-tight, leather straight-jacket which sealed his arms across his chest. His hair down past the mid-section of his back. His skin's pigmentation appearing a frightful sight of deep pale. His eyes bloodshot and cat-like. His K-9's to their full length now as an insane outburst of laughter would be heard as the windows of the place would shatter upon the moment he'd throw his arms outwards from his body and tear apart the seals which limited his arm usage. His hair soon hanging down over his face as he'd stand perfectly straight. His eyes hidden for a split-moment until strangely enough, the left eye became revealed in neon-like manner as the room grew pitch-black from the colliding spiritual forces.

As the transformation of Alat continued, the sound of pounding foot-steps were heard in series as if they were from a wolf or four-legged animal. Second by second, the noise grew closer and closer from a distance.

The transformation continuing as within the grasp of his palms materialized that of his two signature handguns but, modified. The firearms were completely made of a chrome-like material. Upon their right sides, it read: "Condemning the damned since Jesus' birth." On their left sides, it read: "Holding tight the reigns of destruction since Jesus' death." The letters engraved in Arabic and in a small, silver font. The silver coming from the melting of crosses from Lancaster Cathedral.

Throwing his head to the right, his hair would move out from obstructing his view enabling him to lock his eyes dead-on with that of his foe. His index fingers rubbing upon the chrome triggers slightly as he'd allow his strange, stretched tongue to flop out of his jaws and hang down mocking his strong opponent.

"Come on Mr. Steel! Do your worst and don't worry about me trying to dodged a damn thing. Believe me, I know how you guardians be.", he'd say with his tongue still hanging out of his mouth.

"Sorry for the trouble I've been causing, but! Hopefully after I exhaust you, if you're not busy. Your soul can come over for some lemonade later. You know what they say -- 'Keep the "Ace" in the hole'. I'm a minute-made-man, and of course I've made minutes in the holy paper. I believe you call it, the Bible right?", he'd joke about as he'd lean forwards, getting into the face of his opponent.

From the darkest reaches of the darkness, that of an eight-eyed hellhound was shown growing closer and closer baring that of a silver cross in its jaws hanging from a leather lanyard. The beast growing closer and closer as its breath was heard growing louder and louder as well as its stomping paws upon the ground below. The creature having a mysterious connection with Alat as upon its collar it read: "TALA VALKOV (1431 - 1476)".

((hmmm, maybe I'm just being picky but was spiritual energy manipulation part of your power list?))

::The Steel Guardian - Shall we dance?::

Devonshka spoke not within the confines of the cold armor. If his opponent was one to tremble at his mere entrance then the battle is better not fought at all. A smile crept over Souloe's face. Dare he have expectations for this challenger and the battle that was about to begin?

"Hahahahaha" Alat's voice rung clear.

Maybe.

The man had challenged Devonshka for his greatest form down to every detail. There were few who can match the overwhelming strength of the Devilsmith. And certainly those that survive past his introductory form should probably be given a medal of congratulations. But such minor trifles would only be of nuisance to the pleasure... or pain that was about to come.

Given the massing of power from Alat, Devonshka quickly scanned his opponent and scrutinized his facial expression gauging his level and determining his abilities. Against stronger opponents, a greater strength can be employed. Against those with less power, one should have in mind to be meek. Bullying the weak was never his style. But if someone challenged him to give his best... any less would only be an insult.

As Alat began to unseal his form, Devonshka wasted no time in performing the reverse. Power is but a number. The thick hands of the Steel Guardian instantly crushed an invisible sphere of unidentified origins. Power began to leak into the existence by a measure unfathomable and undetectable by the conscious mind. A voice; No, an instant understanding of an unspoken language crossed the minds of those who will listen.

By the prayers of Light,
And the petitions of Darkness.
I cry thy name so forgotten,
Return with grudge thee unspoken.
Absolute Reality Revolution!!

Visually, space itself seemed to have cracked beginning with the location of the crushed sphere. Like glass its lines of fracture webbed outwards infinitely breaking into at least a centrillion facets shattering and leaving behind nothing but reality. Yet not a single trace could be found on the ground where the pieces supposedly fell. The Steel Guardian placed the one surviving sphere fragment into a security lot in his left arm and locked it. The skies have changed though the atmosphere breathed the same air.

The universe was void of magic and spiritual energies were nowhere to be found. Reality revolted and imprisoned the realm of fantasy forbidding any of its rules. As long as reality is in control, magical and supernatural phenomena may not occur and does not exist. Physical bodies, reality's laws and even inhuman skills may continue to exist.

"Power is but a number."

The voice rumbled with a thick power echoing within the confines of that cold armor. An irresistible strength and an omnimous terror fused into the overwhelming presence known as the Steel Guardian. Especially now when magic does not exist his presence seemed to, metaphorically, emit the very scent of a death god.

And standing before the near eight foot monstrosity was a man who, too, have also prepared himself. "Come on Mr. Steel! Do your worst and don't worry about me trying to dodged a damn thing. Believe me, I know how you guardians be."

The word struck a point in his hear and though Devonshka smiled his eyes flinched with an unidentified tension. Yet despite the facial transformations, his expressions remained hidden behind the cold armor. 'His worse' had just yawned in its slow awakening. There was only a pause before the battle began.

Without another word, while Alat was still mocking, the Great Steel Guardian rushed forward with a half step footwork. Yet rather than moving his front right foot, the Guardian pushed with his back to create an illusion of him sliding forward, an instantaneous motion. Not only did the technique allow a proper maintenance of balance but also become a surprise attack as the movement can no longer be judged form the motion of lifting one's feet.

With the quick jerk of motion the Steel Guardian aimed to throw the full force of his ridiculous weight, including those from that of Defiance, onto Alat's chest by the right Steel Fist tucked neatly to the Guardian's side. At that moment, connected or not, the punch would be released aiming to crush what's left of Alat's chest before sending him through walls and into the next build at an angle slightly tangent off to the left.

While Veterans may be able to understand the level of complexity to what should have been a simple strike. Untrained eyes would see it as just that - a simple punch fired out in the span of no more than a second ripping the Guardian's own shabby garments in the process. And as he moved

Shall we dance?

((OOC: Spiritual energy was merely used as my life-force. Nothing that will be used to actually attack you or anything. LOL. You have some skills 'bro. I'm already enthused beyond words with your abilities. ^_~))

Standing perfectly still, he'd not even attempt to dodge or move from the impressive, destructive force headed straight of his mid-section (chest cavity). His eyes not even losing their lock upon the helmet of the Steel Guardian as he'd mockingly state, "You weren't listening. . . I specifically told you that I wasn't going to dodge a goddamn thing!"

Upon finishing his words, his right and left hands would throw away the firearms within their grasps. His right arm flying outwards to the air in a brilliant display of courage and fearlessness as his slim, light-weight hand flailed about the air in front of the incoming force. The palm soon colliding with the fist which portrayed the strength of one million, five ton trains colliding with a brick wall.

"HAHAHAHAHAA!", he'd laugh triumphantly as his phalanges lowered down in that split-second in wrapping form around the mighty fist sent from the Steel Guardian. Sounds of bone breaking being heard as Alat's form was shown being easily, and clearly over-powered by his opponent as he flew effortlessly backwards in skidding form through tables and pieces of glass. Soon, through numerous barricades of reinforced brick from which the walls were made out of. Steel pipes, air-conditioning lines, etc. all slamming hard upon his back and spine as he traveled backwards at speeds well over sixty miles per hour.

Upon reaching the second to last wall, he'd lean forwards as smoke from the friction of his shoes sliding back upon the ground below would rise as well as dust before he came to a completely pause. His right arm appearing to have numerous compound fractures within it as fragments of bone penetrated his pale flesh and stuck out from the leather bindings which were used to restrict arm movements for the designated arm which had been used. His right shoulder dislocated and disjointed near the elbow.

Oddly enough, Alat seemed not to care about the obstructions which hung out from his embodiment as he'd keep his eyes in their locked position and his eerie laughter continuing. Almost as if his nearly-broken form had meant nothing to him. His concentration not even leaving the slightest bit from the battle which had commenced.

"Is that all you've got to present me this fine evening, Mr. Steel?", he'd say to taunt the massive guardian of steel.

"Yes! YES! It's obvious that your powers are beyond even the highest category of the guardian race. But, a word to the wise. If you think blunt, hand-to-hand forms of combat are going to stop me -- you're sadly mistaken.", he'd say while bringing his broken fingers from their grip around his massive first as the blood would trickle down slowly and soon to illuminate the darkness as the symbol and mottoes upon the back of his glove would glow brighter by the second. His tongue reaching outwards to his crippled index finger as he'd lick the blood off and throw his broken arm out of place even more outwards to the air as a haunting snap would be heard.

Not realizing at first that his abilities had been jammed by his "Reality Revolution", he'd focus upon the back of his hands as the symbols and mottoes which had once glowed began to dim and lose their illumination. His form feeling a strange sensation which he hadn't felt in a while known as "pain". His face portraying despair and agony as he'd straighten his form. His fangs fully shown he'd have a horrid look upon his face.

"What the!? Your toys really hurt. . . How strange. . .", he'd grumble as blood dripped from his form. His body weak from the impact placed upon back from the multiple collisions he faced. His breath heavy from him trying to keep his mind and emotions focused. His body beginning to take in the pain by the second as he'd slowly lose concentration.

"It was a cleaver tactic used to go ahead and seal away my powers and then make a direct-point form off attack. . . However, every strategy is only as strong as its greatest flaw and weakness. . .", he'd say before growing his typical smile.

"It appears that you've done your homework assignments on my 'kind', 'eh? No matter. . . I have something for you.", he'd state before whipping back into place his right arm as the wounds began to slowly heal and the recovery would begin.

"You see, you didn't perform a fatal or lethal attack upon me. Close, yet no cigar! If only those structures which I crashed into would have struck me somewhere in which would be fatal, I wouldn't be able to do this. But -- Healing Factor X!", he'd yell outwards to the air as he'd feel his blood level returning back to its normal state and concentration slowly return. His lungs losing their heavy pressure they once had as he began to breathe normally. Oddly enough, his eyes would cut to the nearest broken window as he'd dart towards it and throw himself from it as if he were a member of one of the secret service organizations as he'd plunge a few feet and come to a delicate roll upon the ground below.

Leaving behind his weaponry, he'd begin a mad-dash from the vicinity as he'd immediately notice the symbols upon the base of his gloves glowing as he'd smile.

"Yes! It worked!", he'd say with joy as he'd soon come to a stop several feet from where the sphere-like structure had been destroyed.

"It's my turn now!", he'd yell outwards to the air before throwing his arms outwards form his body and laughing insanely about in the darkness of the night. Soon, thousands of screeching bats would be heard as the sky would soon turn blood red with the symbol upon the back of his hands as well as mottoes appeared in the skies above in place of the moon and stars. Gravity slowly shifting as his summoning began to take place. Something which the Steel Guardian had never seen before in his lifetime or even could ever dream about.

Holding his right arm outwards in front of his body which was still healing from the "Healing Factor X", his limbs began to stretch outwards as he'd grow only one foot in height. His body still slim and skinny with slight muscles. His hair changing color yet again all except this time hanging down past his calves. His embodiment appearing as a shadow with two red eyes as from the surrounding darkness that of numerous footsteps and poundings of hooves and paws would be heard. The mouth of Alat slowly taking place in the shadow which embraced his form as a red outline and insert as his eyes had appeared. More and more, bat screeches would grow closer before they'd wrap around the form of Alat in a mass flutter and flight. Almost appearing as if some of the bats were joining his form thus the remarkable regeneration processes have begun.

As time grew on, eventually his form became viewable besides the shadow-like figure as his familiars had joined him. Side-by-side he stood with hellish creatures and insects of all shapes and sizes. The trees which were spaced out about the edges of the warehouse slowly turning shadowy and appearing to have numerous eyes open upon them which would stare at the nightclub within the warehouse. The laughter of Alat beginning yet again in trembling effect as it grew louder and louder.

From the back of Alat, that of thunderous stomps were heard growing closer and closer as what appeared to be a pit not too far from the location had opened with that of flames of hellfire. The pit being opened from the symbol in the skies and which had released the creatures upon the earth.

As time went by, the walls of the warehouse (from the outside) would slowly become covered by cherry-red, bloodshot, cat-like eyes and stare randomly about in different angles. The body of Alat now covered by a mystical, strange, aura-like glow of crimson-red as he'd watch with joy. The male still not attacking or going on the offensive. From his torso, realistic illusions of hellish horses with eyes in the teens as well as beasts would fly out randomly to the air and race about the landscaping around the warehouse.

The noises of something massive growing closer and closer until it was revealed that a three-headed, eighteen-foot tall, ten ton hellhound stood with its eyes on each head set on the warehouse. Its jaws dripping from it hellfire flames and drool as it opened its mouth all the way to reveal a giant sphere-like structure made of flames and blood.

"Haha. . . FIRE!", he'd order as the beast would move its neck forwards and release an incredible ball of destruction straight for the nightclub.

From the skies above, lightning would be shown cracking about as thunder would roar overhead. From the symbol in the sky, what appeared to be a Chinese dragon of unmeasurable proportions would be gliding outwards with skin resembling that of scales and blood. The belly of the beast being onyx black with talons made of hellfire forged, steel. It's head being revealed in a flicker of lightning as having what appeared to be two mouths with four hron-like structures protruding from its head. The tips appearing to be razor-sharp as well as the fangs as a mighty roar-like screech would roar about the air as it began its descent downwards to the earth where Alat stood. Around its neck tattooed in Arabic it would read: "PROJECT-Z".

"Hurry! HURRY! I DEMAND YOU HURRY! ATTACK ME!!!", he'd roar as his summonings and healing was almost complete. Upon the finishing of his transformation which was still in affect and still taking place a small cut-scene would take place:

[Cut Scene: An Unlikely Alliance]
From the looks of things, it would appear that young male in his twenties was having a heated exchange of words with another male in a formal dining hall before a series of people rushing in were shown wearing all white and baring gas masks. It had been the C.D.C. (Center for Disease Control). The C.D.C. ran in and grabbed the young male and strapped a dog tag around his neck reading: "TALA VALKOV" a.k.a. "PROJECT-Z'S ENVOY".

Minutes later, it showed a shadow-like figure with fringe-like, pieces hanging from its body as it would appear to be down on its knees and hands in a submissive form as samurai-like figure appeared to have been barking orders at the individual in front of him. Suspended from the sky above and in between the samurai and the unknown figure that of a golden cross with black casing hung with golden rays of light shining from it. The two being in a courtyard of some sort.

After the orders had finished being given, blood would appear to be levitating and suspended in the air all about the vicinity as from the skies above rained down that of millions of black: Pikes, lances, javelins, and spears would come about crashing and sticking into the ground below with shadow-like figures impaled by them and hanging from them. The people covered in blood and being those whom had done unforgivable acts of sin and that which was ultimately forbidden. As the camera would zoom in to show the face of the shadowy figure whom had been taking orders, things would turn blindingly white at that very moment.
[Cut Scene: An Unlikely Alliance (End)]

((As long as its within the limits of your profile I'm chill.
thanks for the complement.
Those are creatures from hell? Since reality is in control summoning creatures from hell (a supernatural phenomena) will not have gone through. I'm going to post accordingly. Correct me if I'm wrong.))

::The Steel Guardian - Rejected, by Reality::

Alat's palms received the full blunt of the bone shattering force in place of his chest. A sickening crack echoed and then a series of bone breaking sounds howled as Alat's arm became a horrible mess. But the most disturbing sound was perhaps that of the man's laughter as his arms became a broken mesh. Even with his body smashing through brick walls, steel pipe and whatever obstacles stood in his flight path his insanity seemed to find pleasure. Was he an M?

Debris and dust scattered in his wake and untold amounts of property damage lay waiting to be discovered.

"Is that all you've got to present me this fine evening, Mr. Steel?" Alat taunted before continuing verbally with his piece of advice for the Great Steel Guardian.

Blood littered the path of destruction and even more trickled down from Alat's wound. But despite Valkov's confidence, the symbols on his back did not illuminate. Another loud snap occurred by Alat's own efforts and the Steel Guardian only returned to his ready position waiting to see what surprise the man was about to bring forth. But instead, he witnessed the image of one whose face portrayed despair and agony.

At that point Alat snapped his arm back in place and, by his words, it seems a sort of regeneration was already commencing. Considering the Law of Conservation of Matter and the Law of Conservation of Energy, regeneration for a complex organism such as a human is normally impossible. Under the rules of reality it was certainly hard to imagine a kind of perfect regeneration without draw backs or costs.

As Alat fled so the Steel Guardian gave chase but through a different exit in attempt to cut him off. Standard lamps lit the night streets and several cars passed idly by. A few pedestrians fled at the sight of the massive structure bleeding with his opponent's blood.

Watching silently from the side the Steel Guardian mused to himself as Alat's creatures failed to appear. Under the realm of reality, supernatural phenomena may not exist. Such methods, summoning creatures from hell, would prove only a vain endeavor. Summoning negated by reality. Special regeneration negated by reality.

"Hurry! HURRY! I DEMAND YOU HURRY! ATTACK ME!!!"

As you wish. Thought Devonshka to himself as the Steel Guardian threw a previously parked mini-van with an even greater force than his previous punch. No doubt, the attack was aiming to crush Alat. From behind the projectile, thunderous rumbles rocked the earth notifying Alat of the Steel Guardian's approach. Maybe I should just tell him how to break reality revolution. He might have a chance that way...

"I have no other choice. . . If I don't use it now, I'm going to lose! 'Tch, whatever. He is just going to have to be angry at me. I'm done playing this silly game of cat-'n-mouse!", he'd say to himself rather annoyed before he'd throw left arm upwards to the air before turning about in mid-dash to face the incoming mini van. His hand opening wide and soon to close in the "Knife Hand Strike" position but straight as upon his white glove. A black line would scratch-over the motto which read: "LOCK ABILITY".

In a split-blink of an eye, reality would bend from the telekinetic forces of Alat becoming active. It would appear that things had become seen by the naked-eye as "Negative Mode" as space and time had begun to bend. Alat sticking within the remains of Reality Revolution but going around it by using the closest thing to magic which was his telekinetic abilities / gifts.

The face of Alat soon regained his cocky grin as the mini van would become torn in half by the superhuman strength of Alat kicking-in which he had been concealing this whole time. The goal, tricking his opponent into thinking that Alat's reputation was nothing more than folklore and camp-based ghost stories. The two pieces of the mini van flying on the opposite ends of his body as they'd freeze in place after bypassing his form seventy-five percent of the way. Alat utilizing an advanced form of his telekinesis known as "Chronokinesis" which was the mental manipulation of space and time. Upon the instant he'd trigger it, the sound of a match being struck would be heard.

"Hahahaha! Seems your little 'Reality Revolution' isn't all that it's claimed to be -- 'eh!? I admit, it's impressive you can seal away my beyond comprehension abilities of magic. But, can't seal away natural-born gifts can you? You fell for it!", he'd state mockingly before leaning forward and using the split pieces of the mini van as leverage to jump upon and leap to the air. Intentionally releasing his hold on time, he'd already be in a safe distance in the air from Devonshka as well as the split pieces of the vehicle as a massive explosion would take place from the actions done by Alat via splitting the mini van. The destruction of the engine and fuel-lines causing the explosion.

A monstrous, wave of fire and sound would soon race about the area which Devonshka was headed towards at blazing speed. The form of Alat in mid-air as he'd throw his arms in front of his body and grasp hold of the flying door panel of the car, which had been discharged to the air from the explosion as he'd place it beneath the soles of his feet and ride it upon the wave of fire as sparks would fly upon the opposite ends of the steel door. Alat placing his arms away from his body, riding it as if it were a surfboard. His form whipping from the right to the left and vice-versa until he was safe from harm and far away from his opponent.

Front flipping now, he'd throw his body towards the ledge of a window of the warehouse which was destroyed from might of Devonshka as he'd grab hold with his left hand and pull-up as he'd throw his form through it and come to a smooth roll upon the semi-destroyed building. Closing his eyes for a slight moment, he'd attempt to use another advanced form of telekinesis known as "Biokinesis". This variation being the mental manipulation of the human body for that of healing and metamorphosis. Unable to use it to its full potential yet being of how he needed to take a breather due to how he just used it, he'd pant slightly. His attempt failed.

"Well at least I can to the minimum. . .", he'd say rather annoyed before holding his right arm outwards in front of his body and utilizing "Biokinesis" to begin to regenerate the cells within his right arm at an insane rate of speed. His form crouched upon a support beam upon the third floor with his back resting upon it. His eyes closed as he'd begin to re-catch his breath and continue to heal himself.

"Hmph, to think that someone would actually have the smarts to lock-away my magic abilities. . . Impressive.", he'd groan.

((Telekinesis is defined to be "The movement of objects by scientifically inexplicable means, as by the exercise of an occult power." ~Dictionary.com. Though not magical, it is supernatural thus can not exist under reality revolution. If you can explain its workings as a non-supernatural event then you can use it as your profile permits. Once an acceptable explanation is posted you can keep using it afterward. If not, I will begin negating everything that can not exist under such conditions. Or if you need, I can make exception to the rule for you.

I'm going to have to say no to chronokenesis and biokenesis. I don't believe it to be in your profile. On that note, I'm not sure 'mild' telekinesis equals advanced usage. Also, I would rather not see time controlling abilities as mentioned in the rules. Thanks.))

::The Steel Guardian - Ready to Warm Up::

The mini van dash across the sky but missed as Alat somehow dodged into the air. In his place, the cement building just behind was hit and the fuel combusted with the engine into a fiery explosion. Hot air burst like waves and, while Alat rode a door to safety, the Steel Guardian's momentum carried him towards the explosion.

The force slowed the enormous juggernaut but failed to fully halt his momentum. Into the flames he crashed and into the building breaking walls until his full weight came to a stop. While the force of the explosion dealt damage to the weaker exoskeleton of the structure - in the right arm, the front torso, and the helm; the flames only made the suit stronger than before. With the advanced technological design, the heat provided energy for a molecular reaction creating triple bonds within its unique structure. Still, it was not a bad decision to let the Steel Guardian run into the explosion.

But the battle was far from over. Beneath the knightly exoskeleton there exposed another layer which was the true form of the suit. The reason for his tremendous weight was directly due to the amount of armor that this character carried. His build was no short of a 'tank' as defined in gaming terms. He had giant defenses and massive offense. Already, the nanomachines have begun repairing the damage breaking down particles and reconstructing them in their proper place.

Not bad...for someone so young. Devonshka thought in his mind. Perhaps I should bring the battle up half a notch?

The Great Steel Guardian took a few steps forward and the earth shuttered in fear cringing at every quake. The monster halted in front of the burning van and held out two hands releasing a powerful electromagnetic field to molding the burning mass into a sphere. Its dimensions began to shrink as it began to spin. Faster and faster, smaller and smaller as it continued to charge.

"If you want to get rid of reality. Destroy the point source that is sustaining its presence."

"Time and time again, it appears all efforts at destroying your little trap have failed. It truly is something remarkable. . . Something which isn't seen too often. Something which needs to be cherished. And presented to ALL whom dare oppose you. Something only I would attempt. . .", he'd say while soon landing upon the streets below with his knees bending slightly upon impact as well as his muscles tensing within his legs. Rising, he'd turn around and face "The Great Steel Guardian" still taking him lightly.

"It appears that all else has failed. . . 'Tch, how disappointing. None the less, I have my OWN little surprise for you, Mr. Steel!", he'd say joking about.

"Now! My gift to you!", he'd yell out to the air before running straight for the form of Devonshka. Knowing it is a CLEAR disadvantage to run straight towards an opponent directly, he'd grin as his form moved faster and faster upon the cracking earth below. Alat using his skills in free-running as he'd throw his left palm upon a slight tower of cracked earth which rose and tossed his form over it as if it were a mere fence or gate. Landing upon the tips of his toes and feet, he'd continue his dash towards his foe before leaning back and stopping his body a few feet in front of Devonshka's body.

"Releasing ALL restrictions and locks placed upon me in the name of Jesus himself! I demand it! Christ's TRUE form! In the name of all which is holy and divine! I no longer shall conceal thee!", he'd say while laughing.

"This is fun. This is truly fun. . . It's 'them'. . . It's 'them'. . . Terribly fun.", he'd say now falling down upon his hands and knees in front of Devonshka's form bleeding from his right arm.

"The bleeding won't stop for another short amount of time, and I'm growing short tempered with this garbage which stands before me. . .", he'd cut short upon the last word as he'd rise slowly with his eyes glimmering about and fixating themselves upon the sphere generated by Devonshka and the creator.

"I'm very happy! To think that fearless, entities of destruction still exists. . . It's been ages since I've had to do this. Since someone locked me away via all forms of power and ability and forced me to do this -- no, it's been centuries. . . Devonshka! The Great Steel Guardian! I see that because of YOUR kind, the world of fighters like myself that are restricted once their abilities are banned have gone insane for the last time! LET'S BEGIN! Crush and break him Exodia of the heavens! RELEASE ME!", he'd scream outwards to the air before grabbing with his left hand his right glove and taking it off his hand with such speed, it would appear he was ripping it off. The right doing the same for the left.

Alat now stood with bare hands and with no restrictions. The back of the gloves glowing their brightest which soon casted a giant pink-colored cross in the sky within a large circle. This was to notify those of kind of Alat's descent into his final form. Alat's hair growing wild as soon his track-jacket would fade into that of a black, leather, straight-jacket which was untied with the arms free. His pants baring multiple buckles and straps upon it as well as the insignia of "Y-CORP". Apparently, the gloves had biological properties to them which banned the full release of all of things Alat would do. Only being possible upon their release from his hands. Thus meaning, his whole attire was of the state-of-the-art technology, making possible the drastic, physical changes of his attire. His form, programmed to certain situations.

"You asked for it, Mr. Steel!", he'd say before holding his left hand up. Upon the back of it, tattooed in Arabic it would read: "GOD'S FINAL WEAPON! USE AT EXTREME CAUTION!" in curved writing around a double-layered circle as within it, that of a cross rested. His wrists which were once concealed baring that of his true name: "TALA ACE VALKOV I", meaning that he was the one whom was taking orders within the cut-scene and had casted down those spear-like weapons upon the damned via some strange power. His hair growing wild which although still straight and extending outwards in multiple angles. His gloves were the reason of his supernatural strength's containment. They held his natural strength tight under the highest level of binding.

Holding his left arm back, he'd soon send his palm straight towards the abdomen of the Steel Guardian, knowing that by the naked-eye, metal beats flesh and that in most cases, he'd lose. However, now his abilities were brought to the surface and held at their maximum capacity. Meaning, his abilities of biological superhuman strength, healing, vision, dexterity, etc. were all raised beyond imagination.

"Hahaha, one 'steel pizza' coming up!", he'd say as he'd close his hand in the 'knife-hand-strike' position which he used to slit the mini van in half as if it were tissue paper against a razor-sharp katana. The hand soon turning so that the tips of his fingers were sent first. Oddly enough, he'd move his arm slightly shifting from its sent position as the attempt of sending a strike at his abdomen was a feint. Rolling to the right, his right hand would have just enough strength to catch the thrown left hand's glove by on its fingers and chuck it with haste as if he were throwing a playing card with blazing speeds towards the sphere generated to suck in the fire. The male smiling as he'd watch the entity generated by the Steel Guardian slowly drawing inwards the glove as Alat's grin grew wider and wider. The mottoes glowing brighter than ever before due to how it was slowly being sucked into the realm of fire. The glove slowly incinerating as it would melt. However, the electromagnetic field he created being exactly the break that Alat needed as he'd leap to the air. His form slowly approaching his foe as he'd laugh wildly. His right arm being extended as he'd place his left hand upon his right arm's forearm and squeeze tightly as he'd grow closer and closer towards his form. His form feeling an insane amount of heat as he'd sweat, his laughter growing more and more wild.

Growing closer and closer to the form of the Steel Guardian from the air, he'd laugh as he'd now be able to use his ability to manipulate his limbs now that his seals were released as he'd slam upon the heels of his feet and pivot slightly enabling a highly-unusual technique to be performed. Hitting the ground below, he'd swing to the left as he'd skid in sliding form around the embodiment of the Steel Guardian roughly one hundred, sixty-three degrees and slam to a screeching halt upon a jagged piece of earth which to his luck was split in half due to the mighty quake of Devonshka. Using this to his favor, he'd ride down upon it as if it were a railing and he were grinding upon it with rollerblades. His soles flat upon the thin piece of earth horizontally as he'd slide backwards and downwards towards a flat piece of earth which was a few meters away. During his moment, he'd use his natural ability of limb manipulation to change his broken arm into a ferocious hellhound-looking creature with six, bloodshot eyes as they'd each lock upon the form of Devonshka. Barking wildly, the beast would race towards his form after already being within his melee range and throw its two front legs upwards to the air as if it were going to takedown / tackle Devonshka. Its jaws wide as its fangs would glimmer about in mid-air from the flashing neon lights from the surrounding area. The right arm of Alat being stretched as he'd feel nothing. The tail of the beast being the right forearm of Alat which he held tightly towards its tip. The beast extending its tongue outwards to the air as drool would rain down upon the streets below.

As Alat flew downwards away from the scene, ultimately manipulating the cells in his arm more and more making possible the stretch he performed. Second by second, the creature got closer and closer towards the face of Devonshka with its fangs wide and its back legs in a position to kick-back if countered or knocked away.

"HA! How 'ya like that Mr. Steel!? It's time I send you to the lowest pits of hell! And while you're there, you can make the Devil's ass tickle pink with laughter!", he'd mockingly state growing further and further away from his body. The creature on the other hand growing closer and closer down the millisecond from reaching its primary target. His left hand soon reaching slightly backwards as he flew back as his bare palm which had tattooed upon it what appeared to be a strange font-baring "Y" as he'd press it upon the solid earth below. Using his natural ability of transforming objects, he'd shift the earth into a deeper slope increasing his acceleration and velocity. This being made possible by the cells upon the palm of his hand possessing the ability of fusing with any object and ultimately making it apart of himself as long as he had physical contact with it via bare skin. The slope being positioned strangely enough back towards the form of Devonshka making a U-like shape.

((nice edit. If you kept to your previous version, the battle would have ended much too quickly))

::The Steel Guardian - Let the battle begin::

"Now! My gift to you!" Alat yelled as he ran straight for the Steel Guardian.

Devonshka smiled from within noting also the foolishness of a direct charge. The sphere, while still carrying the mass of a mini van, compressed into dimensions no larger than a man's fist. And his opponent continued to break the distance until he stopped a few feet in front of the Steel Guardian. Shall I title him a brave? Or shall I brand him a fool?

"Releasing ALL restrictions and locks placed upon me in the name of Jesus himself! I demand it! Christ's TRUE form! In the name of all which is holy and divine! I no longer shall conceal thee!" Alat yelled what seemed to be blasphemy as he fell onto his hands and knees. Truly, if the Steel Guardian wished to slaughter the child then he could simply fire the sphere through Alat's skull down piercing his heart and into the ground before the transformation was complete. Under the restrictions of reality not only would it be point blank, but it would also be fatal, guaranteed death.

"..."

But Devonshka did not fire.

He simply waited as Alat completed his final transformation. The Guardian's own garments were all but destroyed by the prior explosion and fire but his armory remained mostly in tact. Various equipments became visible but seemed to remain dormant as they were left untouched by the massive Guardian.

Paying attention to the front Devonshka was about to guard the attack when Alat rolled to the [Alat's] right disrupting his own attack revealing it to be a feint. The true intention was to capture the flames from the sphere and it worked as those flames melted the glove. Yet despite the lost of its flaming attributes, the spherical mass remained in tact as it was held in place by the Steel Guardian's electromagnetic fields.

Now this, is proper. Devonshka smiled. Let the battle begin.

Again Devonshka's opponent moved but this time to the opposite direction before sliding away as though to increase their distance. In Valkov's place, however, Alat sent a ferocious hound of a hand likely through cellular manipulation. The hound raised its legs as though aiming to take down the massive Steel Guardian as if an attack of that magnitude could even phase the giant.

Instantly, the plasma cannons mounted on the Steel Guardian's shoulders fired two plasma rounds one towards the hound and the other towards Alat's thin arm that was the beast's tail, its connection with the host. Judging by the the computer analysis Alat was likely using a form of cellular manipulation. But to perform this type of move under the confines of reality would mean several draw backs. The law of conservation of mass states that the total mass after his mutation must be the same as before his transformation. The law of conservation of energy would also limit his uses of such an ability likely to only a few times depending on his energy reserves. Additionally, Devonshka never considered cellular fusion due to its slow rate of completion. While fusing with the surface of an object is still considered usable in battle, fusion with the entire object often require too much time in breaking down the molecular structure and then reorganize it into one's own cellular structure. In Devonshka's point of view such methods were ineffective, consumed resources and was much too slow for actual combat use.

An ability with various drawbacks...primitive, but considering his age... Devonshka judged as his body 'slid' backwards dodging Alat's attack in a similar fashion as he had done near the beginning.

While Alat began fusing with the ground the Steel Guardian instantly released the sphere via electromagnetic rail gun technology shooting the compressed mini van at 500km/s aiming to end Alat's life in less than half a split second. Not only did the Steel Guardian rely on the full force of the deformed mini van but also on the sonic boom that would occur simultaneously aiming to shred the rest of Alat's body -especially in its thinned condition due to the stretching of matter- as it did military aircrafts before they implemented the proper aerodynamics to the metallic vehicles. All of which, considering the nature of the projectiles and the contestant's relative distance, would seem no different than a point blank ranged attack ready to rip through everything in its path.

The Great Steel Guardian unlocked one of the four massive structures on his back and equipped it to the massive juggernaut's left hand. Judging from appearance alone, the shield -Defiance- carried a coffin-like dimension with size able to house all of the Steel Guardian within if assuming it was hollow like a real coffin. Using the suit's computer system, Devonshka kept track of both the rate of Alat's cellular fusion as well as the progress of his manipulation lest he be taken by surprise. A deep voice rumbled through the suit once more.

"Come...." As though the Guardian refused to believe that Valkov would die from 'just-a-flicker-of-a-marble', as Devonshka perceived his own attack.

Leaping to the air using all of his bodies natural limits to their very max avoiding the dual plasma blasts by a centimeter headed for his form as he'd descend to the air. Looking down, he'd take note of the in coming of mini van as U-shaped structure of earth he had formed would be blown to massive chunks of earth which would fly outwards in random order about the air with blazing speeds. Mainly, two large structures of earth. One heading towards his back as the other was headed to his head but would miss due to it moving faster than Alat was moving by a millisecond and hang in front. His mind cutting-off its focus upon the slowly mutating right arm causing it to begin to go back towards its original shape.

Dealing with the mini van and sonic boom discharged, he'd still not appear phased the slightest as it had missed from his body and struck the pieces of destroyed earth. One by one, they pieces would have slowed down the mini van's acceleration and velocity enough as the first large structure of earth which had missed his head would make contact with it slowly it down drastically. The sonic boom and razor-sharp winds which followed being struck by the pieces of solid earth stopping them. The other piece of earth which was headed for his back he'd allow to make contact being of how he had superhuman strength now and not be phased by its impact.

Allowing the chunk of earth to ram upon his back as he'd now race straight for the coffin-like, shield Devonshka used to house himself in a protective means.

"Hahahaha! What's the matter Mr. Steel!? Afraid to come out 'n play!? Even against the situations I've been placed in, the idea of hiding never came into my mind! Not even once!", he'd say mocking the male's will to conceal himself.

Picking-up speeds due to how the momentum of the chunk of earth was increasing, he'd continue to race towards Devonshka's form at increasing speeds. The acceleration doubling by the second as time went by. Gravity taking its toll as it would lower slightly from the air and move down towards the center of the shield. Air-drag in full-blown effect as he'd use this to his advantage by rolling off to the left and dropping a four feet from the air. The structure of earth now picking-up even more speed due to how he had reduced its air-drag drastically.


-= A Change of Heart. . . =-
Glancing at the form of Devonshka hiding, it would sadden Alat as he had never considered hiding and would have faced his death numerous times without even the slightest second judgement of his actions. Saddening Alat to the extremes that a single sliver of a tear would find its way rolling down his cheek upon the left side as he'd realize what and whom he was facing. A look of horrid desperation and agony upon Alat's face as he'd dash with blazingly, high-speeds for the incoming structure of earth which was headed straight for Devonshka and would eventually crush him if he had not moved due to its high-speed. Running now, he'd focus his energy on his legs as he'd care nothing about the air-flow in his lungs as he'd pick-up the pace to the extremes that eventually the soles of his shoes would begin to smoke. Leaping to the air, he'd have only three seconds to stop the incoming structure of earth before it found its target.

Throwing his left arm outwards to the air, he'd send the tightest fist he had ever made towards the piece of earth which was headed to crush the coffin which held within Devonshka. The piece of earth only one centimeter from the shield now as he'd slam his knuckles within the piece of earth blowing it thousands of pieces of earth. The male feeling insane amounts of pain as even with his superhuman strength, it wouldn't be enough to contain the raging pain. His knuckles bleeding his whole form was headed towards the mighty shield of Devonshka and ram upon it as a metallic "TING!" would be heard from his embodiment slamming hard upon the front-surface of the shield.

Flying now to the right, he'd eventually come into contact with the street below and skid upon his left side as the hound-like right arm would cause even more pain to reign triumphantly throughout his body. His eyes slamming shut as he'd roll about on the ground below lifelessly and some come to a halt as a trail of blood from where he had hit and skid showing proof of his will to protect those whom are "afraid".

Breathing heavily, he'd lay a few meters away from Devonshka covered in scratches, cuts, and blood. His right arm in utter dismay and carnage. Bones shown piercing through his flesh as blood would spray slightly every here and there from the deep penetrations of the broken earth which rested on the street below where he landed. Fragments of it hanging out of his arm. Rising, he'd stare at the protected form of Devonshka as he'd say nothing and simply stare. Limping now, he'd walk towards the form of Devonshka.

-= Everlasting Effort. . . Fight on! =-
"You want me to come at 'cha, 'eh!?", he'd say panting and out of breath. His face bruised all over and covered in scratches.

"GLADLY!", he'd yell out to the air before running back to the melee range of Devonshka. His right arm flailing about aimlessly in the air as he'd gain speed. The male having a strange will to fight like none other. His upper-torso leaning forwards as he'd increase his speed as he grew closer and closer towards the coffin-like shield.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC STARTS-UP HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-dRqGjMnsM ]{DJ Amuro - "A"}

"Arrrrrgh!". he'd groan out to the air loudly while leaping to the air and slamming upon the top of the shield in a wild manner. His form leaning back while pulling on the top to send the shield which held within the form of Devonshka downwards to the street below. As it would fall towards the ground below, he'd move his left arm outwards to the air multiple times sending high-speed jabs and strikes with his fists upon the shield which didn't even put within it, the slightest dent. The male's left arm and hand appearing as faint blurs of light in the air from their rapid, burst-like movements. His knuckles bloody and busted-up after seventy-eight strikes as he'd leap off of it as it grew closer and closer to the ground. His heart beating uncontrollably fast as sweat dripped from his forehead and body. His breath heavy. His eyes having from the sides tears of blood from his high-speed actions and rage-like effort to NEVER give-up.

Landing upon the ground below, he'd skid backwards upon the soles of his shoes and with the tips of his fingers skidding upon the ground below as he was bending over to brace his high-speed landing. Only to dash yet again straight for the form of Devonshka once more. Alat giving it his all in this fight.

"C'mon damn it! I know I can do this!", he'd say angrily at himself before darting straight for the falling shield again. Leaping to the air, he'd hold his left arm back in a cocked position with his left hand made as a fist once more.

((whoa....what's all this? Sorry but I find your post a little, okay more than a little, confusing with all that's happening. Would you mind using names instead of pronouns more often? Coherency would also be a great help. Thanks. I get the gist of it but... I'm going to have to make guesses on some of the details.

I apologize on my end if I was not clear enough. The reference to a coffin was only to describe the shield's shape. The conditional statement, 'with size able to house all of the Steel Guardian within if assuming it was hollow like a real coffin', is only a description to its size. Also the explicit use of 'if' implies that it is actually not hollow. If you're still wondering, it is solid through; and is, at the end of my last post, "equipped it to the massive juggernaut's left hand"

Auto-hit is generally considered godmodding. I will pretend I did not see it this time but I'd rather not see that happening again. Thanks.))

::The Steel Guardian - The Shield::

<The Steel Guardian's previous attacks>
At point blank range, as the hound intended a melee strike, the plasma release... missed? Apparently. Valkov dodged the plasma blasts by a centimeter though neither shots were actually aimed at his original form. Instead they were aimed one at the hound and one at the tail.

Devonshka simply noted the damage the plasma would have caused Alat. While most people understood plasma cannons to be extremely dangerous, not everyone knows the reason why. Scientifically plasma is sometimes considered the fourth state of matter, ionized gas. In nature, plasma has a temperature easily reaching over 1000000 degrees Kelvin. Certainly, Devonshka's plasma was not quite at that level reaching only 15,000 degrees Kelvin but that temperature is hot enough to burn through most things especially if they were only one centimeter away.

His suit was designed to be fireproof for that very reason.

With the intense velocity of the charged Electromagnetic Palm Cannon, the projectile -the compressed mini van sphere- blew through the earth barrier and, apparently, missed Alat also dealing no damage. The projectile, originally 500km/s, is moving an equivalent to 1,800,000 km/h. That is about 30,000 times the speed of an average car. Even if rocks stood in its way there is certainly a limit to how much speed can decrease against a mini van moving at that velocity especially if the participant's overall distance was a maximum of 0.03km (30 meters) apart.

The sonic boom, while not as fast as the electromagnetic shot, would travel as sound normally do in an area of effect fashion. If rocks can not block the sound of someone yelling, then it can not block a sonic boom as they are the same in nature but different in its destructive power.

Certainly superhuman strength does not equal superhuman defense.

<Defending>
"Hahahaha! What's the matter Mr. Steel!? Afraid to come out 'n play!? Even against the situations I've been placed in, the idea of hiding never came into my mind! Not even once!"

Having received the sonic boom, the rocks have all but scattered from the field. ((Not sure what happened here but I will assume you dragged rocks and threw them at the Steel Guardian)) Alat seemed to have dragged an additional rock from the earth and hurled it towards the Great Steel Guardian giving it an extra boost of power by his own fist aiming to crush the shield that the Steel Guardian held in his left hand.

The Steel Guardian sank the shield onto the ground solidifying the defensive stance as the shattered rock bounced off its surface without so much as a dent. The shield had a size even greater than that of the massive Steel Guardian giving it almost six feet of solid defense.

The Steel Guardian stood silently noting that its previous damage to the exoskeleton were almost fully repaired. Alat, his opponent, breathed heavily with extensive damge on his arm and all over his body. Why would anyone attack a shield of this caliber? Devonshka wondered.

"You want me to come at 'cha, 'eh!?" Valkov was in an obvious disadvantage having sustained incredible injuries. "GLADLY!" But he continued and attacked the shield.

The Steel Guardian released his grip and took a step back and allowed the seemingly berserk opponent release his frenzy on the 8"2' shield. With another howl "Arrrrrgh!" Alat slammed the shield down crushing the streets and into the sewers below. Pushing beyond his limits Valkov began sweating and tearing blood from "his high-speed actions and rage-like effort".

"C'mon damn it! I know I can do this!" Alat yelled again as he darted for the falling shield. Could it be that because the shield was so large that Valkov lost sight of the Steel Guardian thinking he hid within? Either that, or this was a classical case of losing sight of your opponent in your blood frenzy berserk.

The Steel Guardian stood above the ground and Devonshka could hardly contain his amusement at the events unfolding beneath the ground near where he stood. He had seen many things throughout his years but never something so... entertaining, as this.

<Attack>
But it would be too cruel to let Valkov die of his own efforts. The Steel Guardian released a electromagnetic field and took control of the shield forcing to slam down, with all its weight, directly on Alat like a giant fly swatter coming down on an insect to crush it into flat mesh. Considering Alat's position in the air Devonshka doubt he could dodge. But just in case, Souloe remotely activated the shield's plasma emitters aiming to burn through Alat before squishing him flat.

The Great Steel Guardian reached back for two of the three remaining shields and held them one in each hand.

-= The Agony of Pain. . .=-
Alat felt a shift in the air above his form. Feeling that of a slight breeze as he'd notice something was severely wrong. Before he could turn his head around to face the incoming shield, he'd become struck by its heavy form and smashed deeply within the streets below breaking through the sewer lines and pipes. His form catching fire also from the plasma-based emitters as his flaming form would have hit the lowest tunnel within the sewers and slam upon a filthy puddle of water. The numerous water pipes he slammed through on his way down to the tunnel putting out the flames along the way as well as the wind from his falling form. Laying motionless, his eyes would remain wide as more tears of blood ran down his face. The male completely unconscious as in his mind, he would begin having a life-like dream.

[Cut-Scene: A Painful Memory]
Alat appeared to had been locked-away in a prison-like cell caged deeply within the lowest pit of the Y-CORP main facility. The male having not eaten in months and unbathed. His form chained up against the far-most wall by spell binding chains which restricted all forms of his natural and magical abilities. His face hidden by his long, black, hair. His skin bruised and cut-up as he had not had medical treatment in years.

Out of no where, troops of Y-CORP would have burst through the reinforced steel doors which had upon a mysterious seal painted upon the outside (of the doors) and pointed their rifles at him (Alat). Alat would soon be grabbed by his hair from a massive man wearing priest clothing and dragged out from his cell causing the chains to break and snap away from the concrete, magically-reinforced far-most wall. As time went by as Alat was being dragged to little did he know the main courtyard, other prisoners would have looked at Alat in rage and shower him with the deepest of vulgarities and harsh remarks. Doing nothing, Alat would merely hold his head down in shame.

After being dragged outside, there was a cross resting upon a pile of dirt as there was a hole dug out in front of it. The priest soon being shown holding a scythe-like weapon and swinging it downwards towards the back of Alat as the cut-scene would immediately end.
[End Cut-Scene: A Painful Memory. . .]

After laying on the the sewers below, he'd slowly come back to his conscious as he'd mumble, "For all flesh is grass. . . And all glory of man is as the flower of grass. . . The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away, but the world of the Lord endureth forever."

Upon finishing his last word in the sentence, a broken piece of sewer pipe which he smashed through would have fallen and rammed through his (Alat) upper-chest. Causing blood to spew outwards from his mouth and splatter upon his clothes. His eyes tearing from them blood ever more still. His nose leaking blood from the right nostril in a flowing manner.

"I. . . L-Lose?", he'd say out to the air in confusion while being unable to speak-up. For the very first time ever in his whole life, a tear of pain and sadness would roll down the corner of his eyes as he'd glance up at the mighty form of Devonshka the Steel Guardian.

"There are no nightmares one does not wake from. . . Nothing remains of my abilities yet again and I am the last of my kind. . . I can't. . . I can't lose hope. . .", he'd stutter out.

-= A new awakening =-
Out of no where, Alat would rise in a trance-like state from all the pain he had endured. His eyes showing apathy and no emotion he'd rise with nothing on his mind but the sheer destruction of his opponent. Eyes covered in blood and tears, they would appear glossy as those do whom sleep-walk. Ripping the pipe from his upper-chest which had impaled him deeply with his left hand, his own blood would splatter out from his chest as he'd not feel a thing from his mind in another place. Almost as if he were a machine.

With remarkable power, he'd grasp so tightly upon the mid-section of the steel pipe, he'd imprint upon it his fingerprints. In a throwing gesture after cocking back his arm, he'd release the pipe at a speed of ninety-seven miles per hour straight for the center of the shield Devonshka held in hope to pierce through the shield and impale his abdomen or chest cavity.

". . .", he'd stare at Devonshka with his eyes not even blinking. His head soon cocking to the right to observe the embodiment of Devonshka before leaping to the air straight for his mighty form.

While leaping to the air, he'd take note of fragments of steel extending outwards from the sides of the holes which he formed when he had broke through them as he'd lunge upon each one, grasping with his left hand first and pulling himself up in an instant. Soon, leaping and repeating as followed until he came towards the opening which he smashed through at the very top of the sewer where it ended and where the street lied.

Almost as if he were racing his own projectile, he'd have nearly caught-up with it from his advanced skills of free-running as he'd hold his left arm outwards to the air. His fingers tense and tight. And his arm, steady. His palm aimed for the back of the pipe.

((Thanks for the name clarification. BIg help
Shall we bring in the cops? We've dealt quite a bit of damage to public property. Up to you.))

::The Steel Guardian - Ready?::

<Previously>
The full weight of the shield was even greater than that of the massive Guardian. Should one swat by it at full force, bones and steel alike would have been crushed. Flesh, no doubt, would have become like wet paper flat bloody and broken. If that was all the components to the attack hope may perhaps not be so distant and out of reach. Unfortunately the plasma emission was designed, like the rest of his suit, to be the physical form of death. Water evaporates at a temperature of 100 degree Celsius but this plasma reaches 15,000 degrees certainly evaporating any and all water especially if the quantity is only that of those in the sewers. The shield was not yet removed.

<Currently>
But it would seem that his opponent had survived. Signs of movement alerted Devonshka and he had held his own shields for that very reason. The Great Steel Guardian stood silently on ground level ready for any attack.

Life is a rather strange thing.
They struggle and they fight.
They survive with all their might.
Until their soul no longer sing.

Alat was coming.

Recalling from his own memories Devonshka counted maybe five forms that his opponent has transformed through. His previous seemed to have been the final but how should he describe this new one? Final squared? After the length of the battle perhaps the Steel Guardian should start becoming serious rather than horsing around watching for amusement. Then again, perhaps just this pace is good enough as it is.

Suddenly, a high velocity projectile pulsed upwards towards one of the Great Steel Guardian's shields. Considering the difference in elevation, the obstructions between them and the angle thrown the projectile would strike the earth losing velocity to each obstruction and then simply bounce off the shield at an angle. But despite the calculations and probabilities, Alat threw his palm forward increasing the blow and the pipe cracked the outer armor of the shield lodging itself in 34cm of its near 6" thickness. Certainly, to stop the shields one does not need to break through its full thickness but Alat could not have possibly known.

Not Bad.

Instantly, the electromagnetic field activated and the steel pipe shot backwards towards Alat at 10km/s point blank range aiming to pierce through the arm that is touching it crushing the bones and destroying the shoulder before flying back out into the ground. At point blank range by an attack of that caliber Devonshka calculated for himself a near hundred percent success rate unless Alat had another trick up his sleeve. The shield, also, began repairing itself as the exoskeleton of his suit had previously. Certainly this battle was interesting to observe.

The shield from the sewers below also began to move flying upwards towards the streets above. But things were not that simple for accompanying the lone Defiance were the broken steel pipes and fragments of steel collected like an army of objects and its general rising to the surface. The shields have released electromagnetic fields and were obviously in preparation for something to come.

"Are you...ready?"

". . ."

The left hand of the male quickly closed to form a fist as he'd oddly enough keep his arm flying straight for the steel pipe knowing that his foe would attempt a counter attack as the knuckles would not only make direct contact with the pipe by tear through it like razor-sharp scissors going through tissue paper as a tearing, splitting noise would echo out.

As he grew closer and closer to Devonshka, he'd appear to just vanish in the blink of an eye. The male having intentionally dropped his form from the air and landing flat upon the soles of his feet. Looking at eye level with the shield which hid Devonshka he'd dare not blink. Crouching slightly, he'd soon rocket to the air from a strong leap vertically as he'd clear massive amounts of air flying straight-up towards the clouds. Taking note of two airplanes overhead, he'd throw his left arm outwards as he'd spread his fingers in his hand while tensing the muscles.

"Urgh.", he'd grunt before catching the first speeding airplane in mid-flight from his superhuman strength by the nose and position it while still soaring up down at the form Devonshka on the grounds below. From the expression in his face and the intensity in his eyes, it was clear that Alat was not the same man he was before. But, that of a cold-heart soldier. Not caring about his surroundings or opponents. As he moved higher and higher to the air, the air would become thin by due to his biological restrictions which had been previously lifted -- it would mean nothing to him. Rotating eighty-three degrees, he'd position the soles of his feet towards the left wing of the second airplane. As he'd make contact with it, he'd push forward propelling himself straight down towards the ground below as from his speed he'd appear as a faint blur of light. His left hand grasping tightly the nose of the plane and soon flipping it around horizontally until he gripped the right wing.

Staring straight at the form of Devonshka as he'd zip downwards faster and faster, the air-drag upon the dual engines of the plane would trigger a myriad of explosions as flames would rage about just after he'd throw it from his hands and straight for Devonshka's embodiment at speeds over one hundred seventy-seven miles per hour. The airplane from which he used as propulsion shaking and soon exploding in the air and falling several feet in the air straight down towards he was heading -- to Devonshka. The airplane building-up speed from its titanic proportions and momentum as it would soon race past him on the way down.

Falling from the sky, he'd twist about slightly counter-clockwise as he'd push off the flaming tail before his feet could catch fire and use it as a means to build-up more speed as he'd throw his left fist outwards upon coming soon in contact with a high building-like structure which appeared to be a skyscraper.

Slamming upon it hard with his knuckles, he'd grind down it as he'd dig deep within the structure slowing his form down safely before swinging inwards by changing his fist to an open palm and grasping one of the brick ledges and swinging in.

Coming to a rolling and soon stand. He'd appear safely inside of the office-like building safe and sound. Listening carefully, he'd police sires on the way to the scene to figure-out what the chaos and explosions were all about. From his collision with the building, chunks of glass and brick would also descend downwards to Devonshka's body from all angles and building speed from their height and weight via momentum in scattered form.

::The Steel Guardian - Charging and waiting to watch a good show::

<Previously>
The Great Steel Guardian forced the pipe to back fire on Alat but it seemed that he was unscathed from the attack. Apparently his knuckles were able to tear through steel pipes without moving even though his ability was super human strength not super human defense. Yet that was just a trivial matter as Souloe's opponent leaped onto two crafts that just-so-happened to pass by. Airlines and civilian jets rarely travel the sky in such close proximity due to the possibility of turbulence and collision. Any planes appearing in pairs are either both military planes or, in this case, a jet guarded by one.

<Currently>
Judging from the elaborate movements of Alat, Devonshka could more or less already guess his opponent's next move. The duel engine craft was sent towards the Steel Guardian and its engines exploded in midair preventing the possibility of natural recovery. But by the time the flames had ignited the Steel Guardian had already taken a step forward disappearing into the hole that led to the sewers. There was no reason for him to save the plane and certainly it would be to his advantage to remain invisible to the public eyes while the plane crashed.

As a general observation planes are not usually guarded unless some important person, like the president of the United States, was inside. And an attack to important figures is normally considered an act of terrorism or an attack to the country. The radio intermission proved his theory. Alat was careless this time playing so recklessly without caring for his surroundings. The least he could do was clean up after himself properly and take out both planes before they sent an S.O.S. But it was, without a doubt, too late now.

Sirens rang loud across the night streets as the police, fireman, and ambulance rushed to the scene of disaster. Curious civilians that were still out at this hour gathered to watch the commotion but were, of course, held back by the cops. The fighter jet that had survived the event circled safely high above the sky scrapper requesting back up and feeding information to HQ. The police force were immediately given instructions to barricade the facilities preventing escape of "the terrorist" that attacked. But they held their positions waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

The Steel Guardian hovered in the sewers flying gently across its length while dragging with him all the broken shards, pipes and pieces that were originally, and still going to be, ammunition against Alat. Their rotational velocity increased in a similar fashion to that of the minivan charging idly besides the Great Steel Guardian. Last time, the Steel Guardian fired the Electromagnetic Palm Cannon without assistance of his weapons. This time, with the assistant of the equipments in his hands the attack would be exponentially more dangerous.

Certainly with the amount of ammunitions at his disposal the Steel Guardian could hardly imagine Alat having any more tricks that would protect him. To be sure the Steel Guardian's location is now hidden from Valkov's eyes. And even if he knew of Souloe's whereabouts the shots, when they are ready, would simply puncture a hole in ground, walls, buildings, and then Alat alike without much effort. Still, it was good judgment to distant one's self from the Great Steel Guardian before his intended move was performed.

In the darkness of the sewers the Steel Guardian continued to drift; Drift away from the mess that Valkov left behind but keeping a close enough radius to snipe Alat. After all, one must always suffer the consequences of their actions. Devonshka thought with a smile.

-= An Unlikely Ending. . . =-
"Hmm", he'd observe the people cowering in fear at their desks and trying to hide under some of the tables. Back after back in a symphony of scornful and fearful screams and yells of sparing he'd hear their voices race about his head. As he'd rise and look around, and begin walking to the window from which he shot through. Feeling the wind blowing from the harsh breeze outside, he'd know that there was a storm brewing and on its way as the skies appeared a hazy gray from a fog. Slight drizzling, he'd see the droplets of rain splash down upon the structures and objects below.

". . .Why do I even bother?", he'd ask himself while now leaning over the ledge and glancing down eighteen stories in the air in the building. Eyes darting from fire trucks to police cars. Leaping forwards, he'd fly straight out of the window at high-speeds. His right arm finishing its healing completely as he would now be able to utilize it efficiently yet again.

On his way down, he'd watch the bright neon lights growing closer and closer by the second. The blaring sounds of sirens and yells being heard in a fusion as it began to give him a slight headache. Throwing his arms outwards, he'd use air-drag to barely slow his form down as he'd soon ram hard upon the hood of a police car which lied beneath his form. The headlights springing outwards upon impact and sound of sirens being heard busted as well as a slight bang as his collision with the vehicle had taken-out the engine. No one being hurt in the act as he'd step off the car one foot after the other leading with the left and step on the streets below.

Looking around from the right to the left he'd notice that his foe had gone into hiding -- yet again. It was no surprise to him that Devonshka was cowering in fear as his eyes would lower in disgust. Placing his hands in his pants pockets, he'd stand there as he'd hear the angry orders of placing his hands behind his head and get down to his knees from the local authorities. Motioning his head upwards, he'd stare at the cloudy skies as the rain began to come down harder and faster upon the people below including himself. A slight smile finding its way across his face as he'd close his eyes embracing the rain in a rather peaceful means.

". . .What's the point of a fight in which there are cowards? There is no point. It is a waste of time and effort. Even for strategical means, it lacks in so many fields -- what's the point?", he'd ask himself in a low voice as if he were speaking to himself.

Police Officer: "Get your hands up! I won't stay it again!"

Hearing the enraged police officer he'd pretend that he didn't hear him as he'd sigh. Walking forwards a few meters he'd hear the sound of numerous firearm loadings and locking into position causing him to pause.

"There is no point in this. . .", Alat would say lightly before taking another step forwards.

"BANG!", a shot rang out as he'd (Alat) appear to be struck in the center of his chest from a police sniper up in a building concealed somewhere from the back and through the heart. Leaning forwards, a series of birds which were on the street below not to far from where he walked from would take-off and ascend flight from the opposite ends of his ever-falling body. His form slowly dropping as he'd have his eyes wide. A sliver of tears running down his cheeks seen as a few would twinkle about and splash in the air. His eyes body soon making swift, hard, contact with streets below as he'd lay there motionless. His back and chest leaking blood from where he had been shot causing a pool of blood to leave his body and pour around.

In his mind, he'd hear the flapping of the bird's wings which flew overhead as well as saddened screams of his mother's voice.

Alat's Mother: "Alat! Are you okay!? Listen to me! Are you okay!? ALAT! ARE YOU OKAY!?", she'd beg for understanding with a voice portraying that of a mother holding her dying son in her arms in his head.

As he'd lay on the ground, his mother's words grew closer and closer as he'd hear the sirens of the ambulance racing towards his lifeless body.

Alat's Mother: "I don't know why you did this! You have to get-up! You're dying!!! I don't know why you did this! I don't know baby! I don't know!", she'd scream-out in anger and sadness in Alat's mind. By her voice, it would appear she was crying hard.

As paramedics would lift his body up and lay him upon the stretcher, he'd speak-out to his mother who was crying and begging why in his mind, "D-Daddy taught me that -- t-that no matter what. . . T-t-there is no honor or pride taking the life of a coward. . . All I ever wanted every since the day we were taken prisoner and held as slaves. I. . . I knew that I'd never become anything more than a guard-dog of the heavens. . ."

Closing his eyes slowly, he'd ascend to the land of the dead. His tears in full effect as he'd lay there as they (the paramedics) brought him closer and closer towards the two panel-like doors the end of the ambulance. In Alat's mind, a new adventure beginning. . .

{What Is Taking Place in Alat's Mind}
Alat appeared to be on a train in the country-side of Europe on the way to an unknown destination with a jet-black business suit on. Snow falling from the skies and kissing the ground below sweetly and peacefully as doves were flying overhead to their destination as well. A dark tunnel approaching as he'd smile warmly to a young child sitting beside him to his left. The young one appearing to be his daughter as to his right was an middle-aged woman who was his mother. In front, his father. His hands twined by the interlocking of his fingers resting upon his left knee from which his left leg had been crossed by the right.

As they'd enter the tunnel on the train, Alat would rise and walk into the next cart and sit-up at the bar of a diner labeled: "Jimmy's Diner". Approaching from behind two panel-like doors was a rather overweight, short man with a thick, red mustache. His hair missing as he was bald.

Jimmy: "It's always nice to see you.", said Jimmy peacefully before pouring him a small mug of coffee.

Smiling, he'd nod to the man serving him his "usual" as the sound of the train's chains and links crashing and clinking against each other would be heard in a calming noise.

A young woman would walk into the Diner shaking her umbrella as it would appear she was out in the rain. Alat sitting there peacefully relaxing as he'd ask the man behind the counter to add a little milk to his beverage. Pretending not to see her, he'd grin slightly as she'd sit beside him on one of the red-topped stools. The young woman ordering a mug of hot chocolate.

"It's been a while -- sister. . .", he'd say to his long forgotten sister as he'd slowly turn his head to her.

Alat's Sister: "Indeed, it has been. . . Too long to be exact", she'd say kindly.

Smiling for the last time, he'd place his right hand upon her left hand in a brother-like way of protection as he'd nod his head.
{What is Taking Place in Alat's Mind: END}

-=The End of the "No-Dream" King=-
As he'd appear to be loaded on the stretcher, he'd turn his head slightly to his right as if he were on that train. And smile warmly before taking his last breath. The male being placed completely in the back doors of the ambulance as they'd slowly begin sticking I.V.'s into his arm and oxygen. The paramedics yelling and cussing at the two paramedics outside to get-in.

Outside of the ambulance, the police setting-up "Crime Scene" yellow tape around the scene where he had been shot and where the battle between Devonshka and Alat had been taking place. News reporters from different broadcasting stations and television networks rolling-up in mini vans and jumping out the sliding doors to catch footage of what had taken place. Camera men rushing-in from all angles to film the scene.

From beyond the mob of news reporters and police a mass crowd of people had formed around the perimeter and had began taking pictures and recording with their cellular phones. Looking of awe and terror in their eyes as well as a deep, unrestrained sadness upon their faces as well as anguish. Almost as if they felt the pain of Alat. The feeling of never being able to succeed in anything. Empathy like none other, they'd burst-out in tears right and left as if it were in domino effect. Mothers and fathers shielding their children from the horrors by turning them around and causing the children to face them (the parents) rather than the scene of death.

"It. . . It just doesn't seem right. . .", said one mother as the two paramedics grew closer and closer to the ambulance. The no-dream king soon to be forgotten.