Jest Valente vs Polsarix

System: T1
Type: Open
Style: High Tier
Genre: Fantasy
Judge: Undecided
Setting: Almost a bowl-like setting surrounded by ice-capped mountains, this valley has several lines of cherry-blossom trees that were in a grid-like pattern, roughly twenty feet apart from each other. These trees constantly dispersed its petals due to the cool current that cascaded from the mountain-tops through the valley, and up the front steps of a gold-trimmed, crimson-stepped monolithic building that resembles a chapel. Flags with equally crimson insignias are displayed on an ivory-background, easily seen for miles, rising past the peaks- That is however if there were many people around, for miles around was a much harsher, snowy mountain-range.
Posting Restrictions: Preperation Posts Optional.



First Poster: Polsarix

The cool breeze licked against his skin, a small shiver sliding down his spinal cord. His dark orbs glanced into the valley, from the vantage point in the mountains. Scenery of countless trees and a single standing building looking much like a chapel. His head turned to the flags that were about eye level, and sighing with discontent. Memories of what used to be a populated place, now vacant. His helmet encased the top of his head, branching off two long blade-like antenna, which were used to receive orders from his king in the Land of Makai. His wings which were equipped with a bladed edge spread from his back. He took a dive down into the valley, changing to a horizontal position once near the ground. He dodged the many trees infront of him, a small voice chanting to him in his head. Perhaps Durth, the warrior who before him lived in this "body." Polsarix was the incarnation some would say, possibly a spouse, not human nor animal. His body consisted on the souls he has eaten over the course of centuries, taking all of their features, and summing them up into one final creature. He skidded across the ground in a halt, taking a glance to the large chapel before him. Standing 6 foot 8 inches, Polsarix came to a stop. An indigo hue of skin, with an even darker purple armor selection, summoned by the God of Health and Humanity, Mekdor. He wore nothing for his footwear, the armor being embedded into his skin at the foot and hand. He wore bandages over his palms to cover wounds that hadn't healed for many many years. He took a glance behind him, glaring into the trees. He leapt off the ground, and began taking large strides towards the center of the valley.

Somewhere along the country side.

The roar of a engine blasted through the mountain range, wheels blazing against old and broken blacktop that made up the road. The road carved up through the mountains leading to a small village that intercepted the path. This is where the road ended. From the village on was a hiking like path that lead to the shrine like area that would be the home to his battle. The creature really did not need to drive but flying gets old O' so fast. The shiny black tint on the Rolls Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe glistened under the hot sun that dragged the surface of the horridly cold mountain range. The Rolls-Royce blazed the roads at speeds of almost 85 mph flat. Along this one way mountain road in icy conditions, this was suicidal. His golden hair flowed in the wind like silk for the Rolls Royce was a convertible . His golden hued oculi were perfectly hidden behind gold tinted Aviators style glasses. The glasses being of his own creation via. the ability to create simple objects/false reality./ His Golden hair, Golden aviators....Shit....Jest WAS gold(Figure of speech.) His clothes were very moderate to the times. His neck was hidden by a light scarf that hung limp to the front, both ends. The scarf was properly corresponding in color to his under shirt. The button up shirt had a light LIGHT gold tint to it that was overlapped by his jacket. The jacket having a goldish brown hue to it that corresponded with the rest of his outfit. Bottoms being simple jeans, dark in color, loose for easier movement. Feet were hidden by designer shoes. Brown to correctly correspond to the rest of his outfit. He had, what most would call, a taste for fashion. The italian "heritage" in him had contorted his outlook on fashion over the years. He raced on though, gliding along the road, moving closer and closer to this village that was his first destination.---

"Ah.....This wind is just amazing, Aheh! I wonder where this place is....I have been driving forever now."

He was closer than he thought. Jest made the last left turn of the evening as the village came into his view, the village literally ride behind the left turn. He basically had to slam his brakes to try and slow down, but this was not enough. The slick roads forced the vehicle in a sideways skid, flying as a near by building. Within seconds he was airborn in the vehicle. Tossed from the cab of the car he slammed into a wall near by. Weird thing is, he stood up and laughed like a child. The car however bursted into a display of flames, burning the stands and part of the building that it had hit.

"DAMNIT....THAT WAS MY FAVORITE CAR!!"

He patted himself down as he chuckled again. Wondering why he had not been harmed by the slam? Jest had a ungodly pain resistance. His flesh was simply a mirage created by this mastermind. His true form, a skeletal like figure hidden beneath almost perfectly structured and realistic flesh and blood. It is a long history of how he came to be what he is today. Was he human? Ooooh no, not at all. He was a Highly advanced species. A creature that was not registered in some high and mighty science book. He was in a league of his own. He paced himself to the car's remains, oculi peering through the flames searching. He sighed slightly as he walked through the flames towards the rear of the car. As he paced through the blazing flames, his outer exterior seemed unharmed. For the fact was, the flames were not even touching his flesh. By contorting the gravity around the layer of his body he allowed the lapse of oxygen in the few inch radius which dimmed the flame enough to hinder it unharming. He reached into the flames grasping what appeared to be a curved solid staff like object. It was not a staff though; it was his blade/Katan. The infamous Dio Blae that he was known for having. The blade was tempered by Jest himself, the blade releasing massive vibrations when drawn. The vibrations increasing depending on the amount of aura forced through it. Yes, Jest used Aura as well. His Weaponry database was packed with skills and abilities.

Jest was highly adapt at Swordsmanship and hand to hand combat. His swords skills varied from Kendo, to Fencing and Samurai based swordplay. As for hand to hand; he was a guru. His skills focusing on his main style, Jeet Kun Do, or "The way of the intercepting fist." Along with this, Jest was a master in Boxing and Jujitsu. What made Jest so adapt at these skills? Maybe it was his Highly advanced brain that allowed him to react within .000000000001 seconds of things. Maybe it was his super human strength and speed. His perception of things was through the roof as well. He could sense the very tense of a muscle in a body. He could almost predict their movements before they made them, as it seemed.

"Ahah, found ya' girl"

He smiled his regular crooked smile as he strapped the blade to his side, his attention diverted from the several people gazing at him. A few moments after his attention had been diverted to his blade, a old man walked up to him.

"Young sir, how were you not harmed from that horrendous crash?"

He was caught....He had to think fast to try and divert this old man's thoughts.

"Uuuuh...Do you know how to reach the top of this mountain?"

"Why you simply take that path right over there."

He had it. Before he left, he had to fool these old people. He raised a hand as he began to contort the lighting in the sky. Within seconds the area about the people became pitch black, like midnight. The lanterns of the streets instantly lighting up. He busted through the false facade, smirking as he left the people in darkness. He used his Gravity contortion to glide himself to the top of the mountain range, dropping in the center of the field like bowl. The sakura trees were beautiful. He always did have a taste for beautiful things. But something caught his eye. He jabbed to the side as he shot his devilish golden gaze at Polsarix. His aviators seemed to fade into nothing as his golden hued oculi were baren, revealing his devilish gaze.

"Woh-Hoh....HEY THERE!!!!....YOU READY TO LOSE?"

His head had turned to the arriving being. His turquoise complexion made no movement, only to gaze at the challenger. His helmet made a small movement, waves slipping into his ears through his mind to Durth. His body had frozen for a split second, another force now taking over.

"Hmph, hasty are we not? Very well.."

His arm moved to his hand with the bandages. The wound on his hand was received when Durth had been killed in battle, or what seemed to have happened. When Polsarix was born, he had the same wound Durth had grown. The moment his eyes opened at birth blood spewed from the wound soon contained when Mekdor had use the seal of "Banishing Judgment" turning the wound into much like a portal. He also placed a seal on the wound, made out of Dark Magicka, the bandages had stopped the bleeding, though when removed had gushed with the red fluid.

"Jukaiten"

His bandages had been sucked into the wound, blood not gushing, but running from his palm into his fingers, then to his arm, then chest, soon encasing Polsarix's entire body. Within a split second, his transformation had been a success, Durth, being reborn. His eyes opened back up, purple orbs now fixated on the challenger. His image shimmered in the light, he moved in a circle around his opponent, a large blur of red at all 360 degrees of the horizontal plane. Within an instant, he had appeared about 30 feet above Jest, about 40 feet away. A small smirk moved across his facade in content with the situation.

"B-1"

His antenna twitched, soon the petal-like leaves started to move on the trees. Soon breaking from the branches, and fluttering through the air around the vicinity of him and his opponent. This was the power of his Telekinesis. His telekinesis is mixed with a large amount of his Dark Magicka, allowing him to lift up to almost 1,000 tons in weight. Controlling the petals with ease, he started to surround himself with them, a small drop of blood dripping from his wound.

"You do not pan to play any at all, Do you?"

His right hand lightly tapped the hilt of his Dio Blae. His smirk faltering from his face as it seemed his whole persona took a drastic change. His body appearing to tense violently. He raised a hand, forcing the slender limb through his golden hued hair. The locks of luscious silken hair flowed with his phalanges. This was it, the drive he had been looking for. His entire outfit all of a sudden changed. In a burst of what looked like golden sparks, his entire upper garment disappeared. The golden sparks resting to the grass. Within seconds the entire field erupted with his aura. Not in a explosive manner, Oh no. Simply little grass like tendrals sprouted from the ground. The Aura flowed like grass would as the wind from the mountain tops flowed to and fro. The field lit up brightly with the golden aura below. He knelt down for a moment, running a hand through the grass aura. His eyes lighting up for a moment at the beauty. He stood back up as he took his stance. His free hand reached to the left of his waist. Within a split second, Jest had her drawn. Dio Blae, the blade of fortune and destruction. The male hummed with a beautifully high pitched hum. Vibrations raging out from the blade. The grass aura below him seemed to part with the drawing of the blade. He placed the blade on his shoulder as his facade/facial expressions remained unfaltering in their cold dead appearance. He had no intentions of playing "nice," with the creature before him. His eyes became half lidded when he spotted the creature changing. The blood coursing over the male's body slightly caught Jest off guard, but he quickly perceived what was happening. This settled the debate. He was not human, and by the rank of the spiritual pressure coming from him, he was not a he at all. It occurred to Jest. The strange feeling before....The thing was made of many people. His form remained unmoving as the creature swirled around him, after images intending to fool him, but failed miserably. the After images had no source. No source of movement, an easy read for Jest. His eyes looked like blurs as they seemed to spin around the socket itself, pinpointing the real creature easily. His eyes shut upwards as the creature shot above Jest. This meant very little to him, his Dio Blae growing in frequency now, hitting 157 decibels by now. Gravity compacted with the blade slowly, starting at the hilt halting the vibrations upon that part of the blade, the vibrations towards the tip increasing massively. The golden aura grass below him parted around him from the blade's beautiful "song."

"Godetevi la sua bella canzone ...... E 'l'ultimo si potrà mai sentire"

His eyes remained fixated on the creature above him. He suddenly shot far from the creature. His eyes returning to their natural position, staring to the front. The cherry blossom in the air reflected the golden hue that was being sent off by his golden aura grass. The beauty of it filled him with emotions of sympathy. She was becoming a perfect song. Dio Blae was playing her heart out and only Jest really understood the contorted form of music. When he moved from the range of the creature, he moved about 60 yards to the left, standing on top of the chapel's highest point, over looking the ground and other areas. He raised a hand as he contorted the lighting above the two combatants, the sunshine and blaring sun faded almost instantly. The sky darkened as if midnight. The glow from the cherry blossoms and golden aura grass excruciatingly beautiful. His free hand lifted hing into the air as he began to form a tiny sphere of aura into the center of his palm. The aura lighting up in his palm, luminating the area around the male, Jest. It was a sight to behold. Such beauty had been brung to the mountain's "bowl," like area. The creature, Durth, whom remained in the air was in Jest's sights. His head nodded down slightly as all of a sudden an intense force seemed to drop onto the back of the creature name Durth. Gravity seeming to be focusing on the creature more and more now.

"Clamorosamente stordimento"

A smirk stained his face, or so seeming. The aura spread across the valley, tainting it with the filthy hue. Such ugly and bright colors, only to suggest heroism, possibly a bright spirit in one. He himself, had lived in the dark, loving the display of dark metallic colors. His soul, tainted with that of the Dark Magicka, the most evil of all spiritual forces. Dark Magicka, is what many would call an aura by appearance, but from mechanics, it was to drain all aura, energy releases, or magical uses of his opponents. Being a useful weapon in such an abnormal setting, a place once so beautiful, the land covered in snow, now being pestered by this golden color. His smirk lowered down into a horizontal crevice, his eyes starting to show signs of irritation.

"The Blood of a Dragon"

The translation to his ancient chant, for those who percepted words only to the English language. A new "wound" spread across his once normal palm. This was do to his Spell Type-E, the summoning of a portal to the Land of Redoque, used to summon ones Dark Magicka from the world. A dark wisp of the Dark Magicka escaped his new wound, a small amount then spreading once hitting the air, began to battle with the golden aura. His own "aura" (By appearance) would begin to take the spiritual presence of the said golden aura, absorbing it's spiritual traits, and then destroying them. His Dark Magicka spread like a virus, contaminating his opponents aura into his own. It started to turn the ground dark, and making the air look much darker.

His eyes watched the take over between the wisps of Aura and Dark Magicka, pleased by what he had seen. In the midst of watching, one of his sensors, which he had used to hear with, picked up an unrecognized sound frequency. It didn't sound much like a word, more like...an attack. Not having ears, this didn't seem to effect him, in case that's what Jest had assumed. He heard things through the normal worlds, with the sensors that hung from his helmet, which were used not only for talking to King Mekdor, but also to hear regular speech. Much like a satellite, or a radio. Tuning into different worlds to hear what he deemed necessary.

"What is it...that you plan on doing.."

He began to study his opponent, more than be distracted by other things. His opponent made movement, allowing the light in the area to shift to dark. He assumed that this power had been some form of manipulation, not such as significant to how heavy he started to feel. His weight had suddenly felt like he had gained 50 pounds, then 100, then 200. An abnormal rate, which had been also assumed a way of gravitational manipulation.

The blood that dripped from his hand started to flow like a water fall, within a split second, many petals swooped under his palm one by one, gathering blood onto each petal. As they all swooped into the blood in a linear cycle, the ones that had completed started to circle over his head. He sent approximately about 5,000 petals, tainted with blood to circulate around Jest and above his head. The ones above his own head, started to become magnetized into the Magnetic Field. Using the iron in the tainted leaves from the blood, he magnetized himself to the petals, maintaining a normal weight now.

A multitude of the petals would spill their blood into small puddles around Jest, himself, and all over the rest of the valley. Though hard to see in the depths of this darkness. Another multitude of tainted Petals, roughly 900-1,000 flew closer to Jest than the rest, moving with inexplicable speed, a petal would move one by one, to strike many different parts of Jest's body, each strike as unpredictable as the next. Blood started to form large puddles in a big quantity around the valley, the more common place to find them, around the two combatants.

His wings started to flutter silently, the bladed edges of the said wings started to change to a red hue, as if burning metal with a high temperature blowtorch. The heating of his wings, would have them combust, his wings engulfed in flames, the temperature around him started to rise.

"B-2"

The golden light that had the field highly illuminated started to fade slightly. His eyes quickly registering the change in light as he saw the black magika starting to move to his Aura Grass. He lifted a hand as the grass like aura scooted to the side of the black magika. The magika crushing the ground, missing his aura. It took almost no time. With a nod of his head the golden aura engulfed upon the Black Magika, a huge crushing and shredding sound bursted out as the black magika was null-voided. The aura Grass humming lightly as it flowed into the air. The aura seeming to poof into a thin substance resembling a gas. The atom sized aura particles filtering through the air of the battle field, the golden hue collecting the light fragments as it gave the entire field a glowing like look. Jest's eyes half lidded once more as the petals began to become contorted. The use of the iron in the blood to create a magnetic field was smart, very smart, slightly futile, but smart. The Petals blazing towards the male Jest came to a sudden halt as gravity forced onto them. There weight going from almost non existent to nearing 200 pounds. The petals slammed into the ground harmlessly. The rest of the petals that the male was controlling seemed to be dripping something to the ground, (Me halting the petals before voids the blood being near me.) Gravity taking him to the left, far from the region of the spare petals that were ambushing the terrain near the chapel. His eyes keen to the sight knew it was blood instantly. The little drops along the field of play was a minor infraction to Jest. He raised a hand again as the darkness above them departed. The sun began to blare down on the two combatants with a furry. The light blasting off the aura, petals, and blood that was being lashed about as if on an unlimited supply. Gravity against his blade increasing even more now as half the blade was halted by the force placed upon it. The hum of the blade ringing out to exactly 243 decibels. The roar of Dio Blae blew out to the air, it was a beautiful noise. The tiny aura orb in his hand was still being harshly compacted and forced in a small region. He placed the small orb like aura ball in his mouth, rolling it against his teeth. The lump in the side of his cheek evident that the orb was there. He snapped two phalanges together as the light about his form started to bend. The light contracted around his and Dio Blae as they became "nothing." Their beings perfectly hidden from sight. Gravity lifting him high into the air. The creature, Durth, being only 40 feet in the air while Jest had easily moved to 300-350 feet in the air. The sun blazing through his being perfectly, still being unseen due to the bending of light. He snapped his fingers as about 30 miniture blade like spikes appeared in the sky. With a wave of his hand the spike fell, blazing down to the being named Durth. The heat from the creatures wings futile. The creature, Durth spoke again.

"B-2"

In the time it took the creature to say this small statement, the blades were right above his head. There was no sound coming from the blades as they flew through the air, down upon the creature, absolutely no possible manner for the attack to be forseen. It was a perfect sneak attack. The blades now just barely above the male.

"B-2"

He spoke with clarity, not losing concentration on what he planned to do, or of the failure in his first attack. His eyes, watched the sky for Jest, seeing the male disappear, perhaps momentarily. Yet again, another assumed ability his opponent may have, and not surprised in the least. His antics were to finish this as quickly as possible, watching for any sudden movement, his wings combusted, flames raging within the light breeze. While speaking his second of his Manipulative spells, he noticed a shadow on the ground. While speaking, he crooked his head to the sky, concentrating on the onslaught of weapons, he released a heavy telekinesis spell, causing the barrage to slow drastically, his words now finished. A blur moved across the valley, far from range of where the weapons may land, as he disengaged his Telekinesis spell, the blades striking the ground.

His wave of petals being disarmed so easily, he turned to a more twisted combination. His wings moved to his sides, his left hand with the first wound started to spew blood into the flames. The flames were heated at such an accurate degree, that the blood would change forms, to a gas, smoke. The smoke started to rise, to control the smoke, he used the iron that was still mixed with the blood to gather the cloud, it took nothing but a second or less to make a cloud large enough to cover half of the valley, from the rate in which he spewed the blood.

"Look out Lord Durth!"

A shriek from the King of Makai, Mekdor. The instant he received the first consonant of the worried cry, he knew something was wrong to hear from Mekdor again, after the betrayal they had encountered in the past. He used iron manipulation to split a part of the smoke cloud, and with the help of telekinesis, moved it nearly instantaneously past his body, and over the mountain. Such speed would create a wind in front of his body. The sound in which Jest had sent, would be cut off from the waves becoming spread apart by the wind.

1.2 seconds had gone by, a cloud of dry blood had covered the entire valley perhaps more. The cloud was nearly 5-6 miles thick, as his hand still poured more and more blood into the flames, making more and more smoke. The cloud increased in size by the second. With his free hand, he concentrated a small sphere of Dark Magicka into his hand. It wasn't an attack, more of a spell, to be placed on the said cloud. About 20 feet, the first layer he acted on of the cloud, started to condense into a liquid, blood falling by the billions and billions of drops. More and more of the cloud became nothing but falling blood, raining down over the once beautiful valley. The cloud never lost it's size, a plentiful supply of smoke being created as this all unfolded. A demented laugh escaped his lips, one of evil and joy. The work of a Level-5 Spell in the book of Demonix, one not to be flawed so easily.

Atop the highest point, resting with his arms crossed over his bare chest, he watched the fight below. Dark, misty eyes traced every movement. Even the invisible man's jump. The Mist flowed inherently throughout his veins, the Val'garan man's entire body lived off that perpetual Mist. It was like the life-blood of humans, though he could use it for so much more than just continuing his life. Instantly his body began to secrete The Mist from his very body, his veins, diluted the air around him, and all he could do was smile.

His duster covered the most of his torso, but below it was the toned body of an ancient warrior. While only appearing in his early forties, he was, in truth, thousands of years beyond that age. Gauging the levels of the two below him was fairly simple, they were beneath him. No matter how far below, they would bring glory to the Val'garan Fold, but that wasn't his mission here. He was here to watch a battle, and, in the end, judge the victor if that was needed.

Guns on his hips, he couldn't do anything but watch for the moment. They'd yet to notice his presence, as he'd been cloaked since the beginning, only revealing himself now. He let the misty-cloud of his eyes follow the blades of Jest, and then turned to watch the others reaction, which seemed oddly underdone, in his opinion, but it was a fight. And it interested him, so he watched on, smug smile and all.

The blades were slightly off course. Most of them missing but one. The single blade that would connect would skid across the male's scalp leaving a gash in the skull, the gash only so big due to the thin layering of the flesh and tension this partial area of flesh has upon the head. A light smirk rising to his facial features. He laughed at the feeble attempt to blow the sound away. Due to the echo like nature of the bowl shaped valley the sound never faltered. The frequency blasted at decibels of 497. The air almost seeming to vibrate and contort as the vibrations from the massive sound frequency roared out. Due to the direct relay on the creature's helmet to his brain. the sound blasted against the males brain. the vibrations of such causing the main brain functions to shut down. The intense noise stemming throughout his entire being, the brain becoming useless now making the creature a "vegetable." Jest instantly shot to the ground with haste, positioning himself under that of durth. His eyes darting into a horrific glare like stare. His feet stopped 6 feet from the ground as he remained floating. The aura about the field that was letting off the golden hue suddenly compacted into a singularly huge orb about the size of a small automobile. The size would have been more massive if the orb had not been compressed with intense force. The sun was racing through the tiny splits on the clouds of blood above. A light tear dripped from Jest's left eye as a song started playing....What was the song? It was We made it by Busta Rhymes and Fort Minor. An epic camera angle shot about the two combatants. A little flash back started as it replayed the events of the legendary 'bout of the two fighters. The flash back ended as the story continued at regular time. The little ball like aura jest had been chewing on slipped from his mouth. He slammed Dio Blae into the earth, the creature Durth being directly above him, still around 40 feet. Jest threw the large blast into the air as it raced with lightning speed, bursting outwards once it flew past Durth. The aura spreading like a huge blanket as it engulfed the blood that was already falling. The aura soon then engulfed the gigantic cloud itself, the aura concealing the blood and the cloud all together. The aura instantly compacted against the Blood clouds. Jest then caught the falling aura orb that had fell from his mouth in his free hand. He tossed it into the air and with lightning speed was spinning, gripping the hilt of the still vibrating Dio Blae. Dio Blae in hand he smashed the edge of the blade into the orb. A massive release of aura pushed out. The aura released from the orb took the form of a monstrous blast. The blast almost as wide as a football field as it raced to the sky's. The earth below the male Jest cratered with the intense force of the aura being released. The flesh on his body slowly seemed to dissipate as it seemed. "Flesh," on his shoulders and chest peeled away with the force behind the Blast. As the blast Started it path heading towards Durth and the clouds above, Jest shouted out.



"NANDO BADOUKEN!!!"

Durth, the Hybrid Demonix that had stored away in Polsarix's mind had been killed, the instant that the brain was damaged. Blood flaked off of Polsarix's body, his armor started to deteriorate. The flames on his wings had been extinguished almost immediately after defeat. The blood which had been summoned by the curse, seemed to "vanish" into mid air, it being moved at such high speeds to his wound, that it looked as if he had teleported them. The blood moved into his wound, and was transferred back to the land of the gods.

The last bit of light he had seen, was that of a large blast. Exploding on contact, it would have incinerated any other opponent in which Jest had in stored to fight. His body fell to the ground, smoke drifting from the wounds. Though, not being destroyed instantly as Jest might have thought. Darkness, started to run throughout Polsarix's body, from the wrath of Durth's loss. Dark Magicka flew through his arteries and, and took over all of his Energy ports.

The souls that Durth had gathered and tormented over countless centuries, were finally getting their day. Being dormant deep inside of Polsarix's body for that many of years, they finally served their purpose. A dark wisp started to emit from his footing. It didn't seem as if this was an offensive, more as a final resort. As the wisp moved up his leg, what it had already conquered, seemed to have vanished. Finally making it's way to his head, it had consumed him, Polsarix's body being completely destroyed. All that hadn't been conquered by the mist, was his helmet, which dropped to the ground, in front of his opponent.Millions of souls had flew out of the wisp and into the air, each bound to serve Durth, and gain him a new host. This process not being sure to take more than a few days, to years.

. . . raped . . .

Hellion watched the battle from above. His eyes constantly following each indiviual motion. His eyes constantly shifting, the grey discoloration in the iris' continued to lag behind the remainder of his movements. It was a simple thing to watch the fight, it was a much more complicated matter to not intervene and rip them both apart limb from limb. They were so weak, so infintisimal in comparison to him. It was pathetic. Regardless, his job was judging, not fighting, and he was a man to never shirk his duties. And then it was over, a few more moves traded, and then one landing with the yelled words:

"NANO BADOUKEN"

He shook his head, and lifted his hand as the body of the multi-souled being dissipated into nothingness.

"Winner: Jest"

With the fight over, and his part in this match-up done, he lifted his hand to the sky and flared off a huge blast of orange Mist into the air. It latched onto a waiting Dreadnaught, floating high above the rim of the planet's atmosphere. He used it as a swinging-rope, throwing his body forward to clear the mountainside. His body flew through the open air, and he released the hold on The Mist. Immediately it withdrew into his body.

He fell hundreds of feet through the open air, but it didn't bother him. He was used to this. Launching out of space-ships to planets below trained him for higher jumps than this, and prepared him to take the landing with minimal damage. Which, of course, he would soon do. His arms were spread out to his side, and his six foot body was taut, making minimal resistance against the wind. At the mid-point of his descent, he was traveling in excess of eight hundred miles per hour, which caused a sonic boom to lash out over the valley below, echoing at such decibals that most human ears would be instantly wrecked.

And then it was over, the sonic boom, the fall, all of it. At the last moment he'd curled his legs up, and brought his body to land on its feet. Bending his knees wouldn't normally work, not for anyone normal anyway, but for Hellion it was a perfect landing. The shock and jolt of the fall traveled up his body, and then reversed into the ground at ten times its original power. The resonant wave completely destroyed the ground in a ten foot area around him, throwing chunks of rocks so far that they smashed into the side of the mountain.

And then he was standing straight, facing Jest Valente, his grey, clouded eyes scanning over the man. It could be interesting, should the man accept what was to come. First though, Hellion had something to do. He unleashed The Mist from his body, allowing a massive quantity of it from his body, and to float along the air around his body. It instantly searched the ground for dead bodies, and gave him the exact locations of every thing, right down to the tiniest object in the ground. A variant of his Psychometry ability, it was, in essence, perfected with The Mist.

He turned toward his opponent, his arms enclosing over his chest. He let his grey eyes fall on Jest, and his lips curled into a smug smile.

"How about an exhibition fight, hm? Just something to pass the time until I make my appearence in your friends alternate reality, to judge their battle, yes?"

The blast was immense. It shredded the poor being above him, instantly dematerializing him as the souls within the things body casted out to the open sky. He dropped his blade as he took a knee, panting from the over excursion of the attack. Then he heard it. "Winner: Jest." The hollowed tone came out from the distance, but Jest picked it up easily. Within an instant it seemed the male was upon him. It took less than a second for Jest to leaped up, grabbing his sword. He lurched to the side, slashing as he went as he sliced a large piece of earth into tiny pieces within a split second. His free hand planted the ground as he cartwheeled away from another large earthen chunk.

"What the hell?"

His golden hued eyes locked on the male before him. Something wasn't right though.....it wasn't right. He lifted Dio Blae, grasping the blade with his free hand. The shredded flesh from his previous assault remained unfixed as the `blood` slowly leaked from the gaping wounds. His body covered in dirt and small abrasions. He flexed the arm that wielded Dio Blae as her blade(Referring to the sword) began to vibrate again. Aura coursing through the blade once more as it became apart of him, a figure of speech. His mouth hung open as he `panted` from exhaustion.

He quirked an eyebrow as the male before him spoke. An exhibition match? "Hmmmm." Jest thought as the being crossed it's arms. This being infront of him seemingly more powerful than Polsarix......Much more powerful...Something was not right with this one. He could not turn down a challenge though. With a impressive show of sword play he swiped the sword several times in the blink of an eye, pointing the blade at Hellion.

"Challenging me to a exhibition match, eh?.......Sounds fun enough, Aheh"

His demeanor seemed to change from what it was minutes before the arrival of Hellion. Instead of speaking a foreign language and having a cold hard demeanor, he had taken on the usual cheerful and happy-go-lucky attitude. His mind swiftly took on what he had seen so far. As of his knowledge, the male before him has control over a mist like substance. That was all he for sure knew, but he planned to keep it in mind as the fight should progress.

"Let's go."

I'm going to destroy all of you in this thread.

Lol, just kidding. Good fight Jest.