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Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lord Saladin on Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:24 am

SinfulSoul wrote:-=A rift tore through the fabric of reality several feet above a night street, through which he finally had emerged from years of self-inflicted exile. The moans of agony and pain from the belly of hell itself permeated through the air as he emerged through the rift. A yellow steam that smelled of sulfur poured out of this rift and layered the ground in its fog. His body was wrapped within his standard black dressing and hooded cloak, yet this time the hungry red eyes of a demon not seen before in this century pierced through the black shade of the hood. The bonds that locked the demon away had finally been broken loose and its untamed spirit was quickly taking over Sinful's body. He landed on the pavement in the desolate streets of Wing City as the rift behind him closed almost instantaneously, but the yellow fog and sulfur remained. The long dark streets were left with the echoes of pain and suffering while Sinful lay kneeling on one knee with his right fist in the ground. The red glow in his eyes reflected off the pavement. The clouds above rumbled together in a rush, converging on Sinful's location. All was mute for a brief moment - the calm before the storm. Then, a thunder cracked through the air a light, almost unnoticeable acid rain began pouring down onto the desolate streets. Only a few drops fell, but where those drops landed immediately began eroding the concrete. The powers brewing in this city spurned his appetite as he craved to satiate a century old unsatisfied hunger. Few signs remained that showed his Draken heritage, and those that remained were quickly fading away as his body endured a rapid transformation. A sickening bone-crunching sound came from his face as the bone structure elongated into that of the Demon within him. His body grew in size, approaching 7 feet long. Sinful flung his head back towards the raining skies and let out a shriek of pain with the mixed voice of Sinful and the Demon consuming his body. The clouds above revolved in a cyclone as the brewing power emanating from his body grew exponentially. His skin tore as muscle mass began building on top of his mutating bone structure. The pupils of his eyes dilated and faded away until they were nothing but a red torrential glow - the red soul of the demon spewed its immense power out from his eyes in a red-speckled haze. The acid rain pelted his face, tearing away at the human flesh which was quickly replaced with the demonic flesh from his Demonic parasite. His teeth began falling off his gums, only to be replaced with sprouting fangs. His nails fell off his fingers and toes leaving trails of blood and soon replaced with sharp claws that tore through his gloves and boots. A final testament to his true nature came with one last agonizing push of pain. He collapsed to the ground onto his hands and knees trying to suppress the excess pain. Two bulges from his back were trying to break through his flesh, and finally with another sickening crunch, two black tattered wings ripped from his back and through his clothes. His skin was stained red from his own blood. The pool of blood around him was quickly washed down the streets, staining the pavement down for several yards, but the scents of iron and sulfur served only to intoxicate him with more hunger and rage. He slowly climbed to his feet as the new host of his body adjusted itself with the new hardware. A long red tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked the blood off the left side of his cheek. A bull-like huff of air spewed from his nostrils and coated his body in steam. He caught the scent of food in the building adjacent to him. His eyes narrowed to slits as he suddenly launched his body into the second floor of the building. The wall caved in around him with a plume of dust as he plowed through it. One long shriek was heard as the beast feasted on its victim. Half chewed body parts were thrown into the streets like chicken bones. Once he had finished, he stepped out on to the edge of the building from the hole he had made in it at looked towards the sky. The acid rain grew in intensity and began intoxicating the area. The rooves of buildings were beginning to deteriorate already, and small animals caught in the downfall were left with little more than an eroded skeleton and mutated fleshy goo. =-

-=Only the strong would be able to survive in this environment. This was his new feeding ground.=-


Saladin wrote:-=The rains fell still, a heavy roll of thunder bellowed from the dark grey, almost black clouds high above what was now dubbed 'The Tower of Peace'. Sat upon a rather arnate throne of gold was the figure of Saladin. The renewed leader of the land. His battle had been arduous, but he had once more re-established peace within the people he loved. His homeworld. Several Guardians, Warriors and Sorcerers were in that magnificent hall, a guard of honour from each of the factions that ruled alongside the renowned Simtar Saladin Akara. His figure had changed recently, the refusing of his soul and that of Nilas, who had long served as his brother had brought upon the universe a new being. But with the new being, and its creation, chaos had unfolded on the world. The once beautiful Homeless Plains were now a barren, burnt desert. The new best, an almost angelic creature looked upon the men and women in his presence, a deep peace within his soul, it was certainly good to be home. Although, deep within his mind were thoughts of Wing City, the place he had met his beautiful wife, Miyumi. That was also home, the humble apartment they had lived in, the small bar where he had made many friendships. The fool Lady Une was supposed to have attacked by now. Nothing had been heard from them. It was worrying. The rain pelted upon the tall building, audible even within the hall that served as the centre-piece of the magnificent, shining symbol of unity. Azure eyes, crystalline, sharp, as though through his gaze, Saladin could see all, they looked outwards from his throne. Sat fully erect, his glorious wings of white, thick, leather like, spanning fifty feet when fully spread, wrapped his body. Still, however, the pale glow that had surrounded him every moment since he fused with Nilas, was visible. The wings served to hide the countless scars upon his heavily muscled torso. Those scars, the price of the transformation glowed with slightly more luminance than his body. His face, however, had changed little, the features still seemed carved of stone. Hair, however, had changed from a shining silver, to a white that seemed like the snow on the peaks of the most isolated mountains, it fell to his mid thigh, smooth and perfectly straight. Indeed, this great warrior was almost angelic. However, hidden by that celestial image was a power both great and terrible. The Saidin he had mastered long ago was now readily available to him, just as it was to Nilas. In sacrifice to that, Saladin had lost the ability to call upon his Elementals at will. A problem that held little importance; Saidin was a much powerful tool. The, there it was. Suddenly a feeling of dread filled his mind. An image of a strange, black cloaked man, a transformation ensuing, followed by destruction and death. What was this awful power Saladin could feel. Terrible dread filled his soul, knowing that the power was not on his land, but a place far away. He focused his thoughts, the power resonating now, through vast distances of space. Even the lower level sorcerers could feel it, and they shifted where they stood, a feel of unease filling the great hall. Yes. That was where the man was, if indeed, it was still a man. Standing from his throne, he rose to seven feet three inches. A giant of a man, black trousers adorned his legs, heavy boots upon his feet of he same hue. Picking up his most trusted ally, he fastened the long, elegantly curved sword to his left hip, the scabbard no longer wrapped in white cloth. The leather of the scabbard was black, engraved with runes foreign even to Kelante. The golden hilt of the blade shined slightly, reflecting the light of perhaps five hundred candles that lit the marble floored hall. It was long, two and a half hands, stylised as a dragon, head serving as the pommel, mouth slightly open. Without a word, and being observed by all, Saladin opened a Gateway, knowing his destination perfectly, A long, vertical sliver of white light appeared in front of the man, seeming to turn much like a door, and reveled in the opening was the view of Wing City. It seemed desolate. What had happened here. A violent rain fell, a breeze blowing some of that precipitation into the hall. Lucky that was for Saladin. He had been given warning of the initial danger to the battle ground he was about to enter. Unseen to any, he weaved threads of Air, Saidin flowing through him, a small trickle only, creating a barrier of Air, a pre-emptive maneuvour, ensuring he would not melt within the first few moments of returning to that world. The marble floor was steaming as the droplet fell, a smell much like sulphur. What was this fantastic power? The gateway was high above the city, some hundred feet. Stepping through the Gateway, allowing it to close instantly, Saladin spread wings of the most angelic to their full span, allowing his body to fall only a small distance, he scanned the area for the beast, his body horizontal. There, he saw it, guided by the power within. He was cautious, and knew that jumping into battle head on was fully, especially against a foe such as this. Silently, deep within his mind, a thought travelled, only barely reaching his consciousness. Where were the others? Why were they not here? Just What had happened whilst he was gone? It mattered little right now. The battle was obviously destined to be his own. He focused then, allowing Saidin's flow through his body to increase, his body glowing brighter and brighter as more Saidin filled his body. Despite the power of this strange beast, Saladin would fight to the death to protect this city that was home.=-
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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=The power emanating from his body was beginning to reach its peak, or it would seem. As he scanned across the skies, he noticed the glimmer of a white light ruining the toxic black parade of chaotic night. His red eyes fell into slits once again as he focused on the angelic looking figure. If it were truly an angel, then it would embody all that he hated - a vengeance for being forsaken by the Gods coursed his veins. Just as Prince of Darkness himself warred against the heavens, with his demise in the Draken Wars, he will resume the fight on his own shoulders. His demonic wolf-like face tensed as the tattered wings on his back flexed, then expanded to their full length. A flame burned from his feet and quickly traveled up his body to fully engulf him for a brief few seconds. When the flames died down, his body was encased in a charred black molten rock armor from head to toe that slowly shifted along his body. The crevices of the armor were lined in molten fire. He glared towards the man in the sky before letting out a scream that mixed the voices of Sinful and his shrieking voice of his Demonic parasite. A wave of fire radiated out from his body in a circle that demolished the second floor and the two floors above came falling down. Just as the building was beginning to collapse, he pushed off and tore into the night sky to reach the same altitude of his adversary. The acid rain pelted his body and dribbled down his long mangled red hair. As he floated in the sky, he glared towards the man with his claws stretched out wide in his palms. =-


Saladin wrote:-=As Saladin finally pinpointed the positioning of his opponent, he turned his gaze in the direction of the beast he knew would be his opponent today. A foul creature, that was for sure, a black, horrible, demonic form that was obviously a source of great power. Then, almost suddenly, a flame engulfed that mighty beast, a ring of flame knocked down a building, and Saladin felt a rage build inside of him. Watching the beast surge with flame into the sky, he noticed a most strange armour, it looked much like molten rock, and cracks of flame outlined the gaps in the armour. Saladin knew that his first job would be to crack the armour. Saidin flowed through him as a torrent, and his body glowed almost ferociously. As the deadly rain fell, it hit the shield of Air, running down that invisible barrier. Saladin knew that he would not be able to hold that barrier for long. Something had to be done about that rain before anything else. Always a strategist, the Kelantan ruler flapped his wings once, turning his body vertical, and rushed high into the sky, vertically he travelled, his speed was magnificent. He knew the importance of removing this danger above all else. As such, he utilised all of his speed, seeming much as a streak of light in the air. He came to emerge above the clouds as he summoned the Wind Elemental within him, waiting for her reply. Despite not having the instant access of their powers, his relationship with the Elementals had become complete. He sped onwards, until the light of the sun covered him, at which point, wings half folded to reduce wind resistance unfurled, keeping him afloat. Against the backdrop of the golden sun, he truly did appear celestial=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=He watched as the man seemed to turn into a streak of light and soar into the clouds, and soon above them. No matter for now, the wasteland below the clouds was becoming increasingly toxic as the acidity of the rain become more and more concentrated. Indeed this acid rain was only the premise of a much more chaotic mess to come. But until then, he would allow the land below to be primed for his new feeding ground. He gave pursuit and flew himself up through the clouds and eventually into the sunlit area above where he stared in even more anger at the angelic being enshrined in light. He flung his hands back behind him and tilted his head back as he took in a deep breath of air. In his palms were small flames that were rapidly growing in size. He flung his hands forward together with his head. What unleashed from his hands and bellowed out from his mouth could only be described as a cone of fire extended from three flame throwers. The intensity of such a large flame heated the molten rock on his body, making the front side of him change from black to gold. =-


Saladin wrote:-=It was just as his wings opened that Saladin saw the expected figure of the beast emerge from below the clouds. Luckily for Saladin, the Wind Elemental answered his call just as the flames created by this fell beast rushed towards him with intense heat. The barrier of Air would hold those from damaging him for now, so he ignored them. The Wind Elemental was prepared and her power was ready to be utilised. As such, Saladin began to be wrapped in a whirlwind of fresh, cool air. The whirlwind grew in both size and intensity, and with an thrusting forth of strongly muscled arms, the whirlwind travelled downwards towards the clouds, colliding against the beast as it did so, perhaps the strength of those invisble winds would be enough to knock the creature ff balance and give Saladin a moment of time. As the whirlwind hit the clouds, a roll of thunder was heard, such was the force, and within almost an instant, the clouds were knocked away, and all the precipitation that was in the air went with it. Many miles did those clouds travel, dispersin as they travelled at unearthly speed in all directions from the once vibrant city, set on a course now that would potentially send them travelling the world over. However, they were dispersing slowly, and no major cities or towns were nearby to cause any problems. The sun cast it rays upon the city once more, and looking below him for an instant, Saladin could see the reflections of the light on puddles of that toxic, deadly water. He knew the fight would have to be kept in the air, or he risked the danger of being burned by that water. The air, however, was clean once more, the power of the Wind elemental having purified it from the deadly toxins caused by the hell-like storm that had only moments ago caused havoc on the city. Rising once more, Saladin left the path of the flames, and as he did, the barrier of Air collapsed, the threads of Saidin dissolving in their weaving. He began now to weave threads of Spirit and Air, and Water as he looked towards the now golden fronted demon before him. He knew that he would need to step this battle to the next level soon, but would bide his time for now=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=He fed the flames for a few additional seconds even as the whirlwind dispersed his toxic clouds. Though it wasn’t as much as he had expected, the toxicity of the ground below was still hardly capable of maintaining life. When the flames dispersed he was disappointed to see that the man was still alive. Apparently he had underestimated the amount firepower needed bring down his opponent. But there would be no mercy, no pulled punches, just pure vengeance. His right hand clenched into a fist, then relaxed revealing a swirling ball of black energy that slowly moved forward to create a blade of dark matter. A black mist radiated off of the blade and the untapped energies of the universe flowed through it. He then flung his left palm forward suddenly unleashing a quick fireball, more as a diversion. Using this fraction of a second he zipped forward behind the fireball with his blade held at his side in an attempt to make a passing cut at his opponent. =-


Saladin wrote:-=Watching the beast prepare the blade of dark energy, Saladin had almost wished he brought with him the blade created by his wife. However, it was left in the Tower of Peace in Kelante. He had to now deal with his own blade. However, this was far from a problem; in fact, it was good that he would have to draw his blade. Bringing his right hand across to his left hip, he wrapped strong fingers around the golden hilt, swiftly drawing the sword. The long, elegantly curved blade was aglow with a sapphire aura, as the Saidin that flowed through Saladin also flowed through to the normally silver blade. It was, in truth, a s'angreal, a device that would allow the white haired, almost celestial appearing being to channel even more of the True Source than he would normally be capable of safely. Then, observing the opponent, he saw the fireball come towards him, followed by the fell creature. Folding his wings for a mere instant, Saladin would drop swiftly through the air, in evasion of the sphere of flame, and the oncoming enemy. Then, reopening his wings, he began to add threads of Fire to his preparations, watching the dark creature carefully, prepared for whatever attack may come next=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=He flew past his opponent as both his attacks missed, but served well enough to bring his opponent below him, but it was clear he needed to test the abilities of his opponent before recklessly unleashing his more powerful attacks. At the tip of his blade formed a spherical ball of energy comprised of heavily charged dark matter. His body suddenly started spinning at an incredible rate, and after the fifth revolution, the dark energy flung off his blade with the momentum of his spinning and charged towards his opponent with a blistering speed. The speed was so great that the sphere was bent into the shape of a disk as it traveled towards its opponent, and behind it followed a huge rumbling of wind. =-


Saladin wrote:-=Watching the opponent begin to spin, the dark sphere of energy upon the end of the black blade, Saladin observed, wondering what the opponent was planning. Somehow, it seemed to Saladin that, just as he was, the fell creature was testing him. But in the testing, Saladin was able to invisibly make preparations for a rather large, powerful attack. As the opponent began to spin, Saladin summoned forth the Fire Elemental within, awaiting the power, he remained in observance. Then, suddenly, with almost no notice, that sphere of energy travelled towards him. Saladin, however, was not a slow opponent, however, evasion was not an option. Waiting for the perfect moment, his training in the Warrior's Academy on Kelante as a young boy came into effect, swinging his blade, he hit the sphere of energy, great white spark flew from that impact as whatever dark magic the beast was using conflicted with Saidin, the male half of the True Source. A moment of struggle and the blade continued its motions, forcing that now disc shaped energy away, off into the sky to the right of Saladin, his swing having come in from the left. As the aftermath of the attack came to him, the massively strong gust of wind, Saladin was forced backwards, twisting as he flew head over heals, he pulled his wings inwards to avoid injury, falling towards the floor for a few seconds before opening them once the gust had passed, keeping himself afloat. Saladin was more than aware that he was drawing ever closer to the deadly pit that was the steaming ground of Wing City, the acidic rain still corroding all away. The opponent was testing him, of that Saladin was sure. But, through the beast's testing, he had proved to be extremely powerful. Would Saladin survive this? He did not know, but he would not be easy meat, he knew that much as he waited for the Fire Elemental to answer the call=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=It was clear that he needed to amp up the intensity of his power, but maxing his body so early would be unwise. So, it was natural for him to enlist the help of his primary element. In his left palm he began creating a concentrated amount of golden energy that levitated just an inch above his palm. It seemed like the energy was coming from the gaps between his armor itself. Small flickers of flame bubbles off the crevices in his rock armor from all across his body and floated to the sphere. The sphere didn’t change size, just grew more and more dense as it filled with energy. =-


Saladin wrote:-=As the opponent prepared what was appeared to be a golden ball of energy, Saladin finally got the answer from the Fire Elemental within. Now, it was time to form an attack. As of yet, Saladin had only been testing the attacking strength of the opponent, now was time to see how the opponent would deal with defence. Harnessing the Elementals of Wind and Fire, Saladin sent forth a white hot flame from his body. The flame was the same, seven foot three inches height as his body, and was made even hotter than usual by the Wind Elemental's assistance, that same element assisted in making the flame almost blindingly fast. As soon as the flame left his person, Saladin rushed towards the opponent, adding threads of Earth to his weavings of Saidin=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=His primary mastery in the arts of fire had attuned him to notice when fire magic would be used, but the speed of such an attack had surprised him. The energy in his left palm would have been able to help with such an attack, but he had another need for that. His right hand was clenching his sword, and true that he might have been able to hold back the flame using his dark powers, he wouldn’t be able to react quick enough to counter it. But his hunger was craving for more, and though he hated using more advanced moves so early one, he did what he does best. He let out a deep breath and timed his inhale to coincide just before the flame would strike him. He began sucking the flame in through his mouth and nose in one deep inhale. He held the flame there in his mouth and lungs with his cheeks bulging, barely able to contain it. Nonetheless he waited for his opponent to move in closer and he continued to add his own energy into the flame. Specks of flame were still floating toward the small golden sphere in his left palm. When his opponent came close enough, he flung his head forward and let out the long held exhale. What came with it was a blue flame reinforced with his own energy hurling straight towards his quickly approaching opponent.=-


Saladin wrote:-=Saladin's speed was great in his approach of the opponent, and with an azure observance, he saw the flame he had just thrown at the foul creature, of some wicked creation, get inhaled by that same opponent. Something reminded him of a certain legend back home, a gut instinct that something was going to now place him in real danger. He was also more aware of that golden ball of energy that was growing just above the palm of the opponent. Time was short, and instinctively, Saladin raised a barrier of Air, luckily, this proved to be the correct action as a blue flame would surround the barrier, clouding Saladin's vision. However, in that moment, he also knew the opponent wouldn't be able to see him. So, taking that few second's respite, Saladin deftly finished the weaving of Saidin, all five of the Powers of the True Source were woven together perfectly, and a single sphere appeared in front of Saladin, as white as his hair. Now channelling more Saidin, he waited an instant more, waiting for the blue flame to clear, so he could be prepared=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=Finally enough energy had been compressed into the golden ball of energy hovering over his left palm. He had finally constructed a flame core which would source the power of his fire attacks and allow him to combine the other two of his three masteries with fire. He moved the core to float above his chest and relinquished control over it. It immediately pummelled itself into Sinful’s chest, bypassing through his molten armor and directly into his chest. He let out a brief shriek of pain that mixed his demonic voice with Sinful’s. When the flame core was infused into his body, a fine yellow aura outlined his body. The core immediately began fuelling his body with the fire energies and amplifying his primary abilities. =-


Saladin wrote:-=Watching the opponent as the blue flame subsided, Saladin would have looked in confusion as the golden orb, thought to be an attacking sphere, would be pushed into the chest of the dark creature's chest. However, Saladin was no ordinary warrior just out of the Academy. Two thousand years he had been in battle, and nothing truly phased him. Instead of being dumbfounded at such a strange event, he utilised that single moment of weakness in the opponent. Within a second, that sphere of pure white energy would move with such swiftness towards the opponent, it was almost as though it was a sphere one moment, and a bar travelling towards the foe the next. At that speed, it should have hit the foul, dark beast as he began to shriek. Watching as it travelled, Saladin summoned the third of his Elementals, Lightning, and waited for it's answer. That bar of pure white energy, Saidin in its truest form, all of the Five Powers converged into one, Balefire. An unknown power, for it had never been used. On Kelante, even the use of Saidin was forbidden, but in ancient records, this technique itself was forbidden, back when Saidin was openly used in all walks of life=-

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Re: Saladin Vs. SinfulSoul

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SinfulSoul wrote:-=Just as the flame core began to enter his body, he could see Saladin making the move to fling the attack he had been charging for so long. It was impossible for him to hold back such an attack during this crucial fusion with the flame core, and he can't even change forms without losing the core. His only option to avoid being brutally hit was to seek further help from his dark arts. The point on the tip of his blade shined for an instant, and in that instant he folded his wings and began to fall. As he folded his wings in to begin his descent, he swung his blade below him and used the dark matter that created his blade to tear a rift in the fabric of reality itself. The void immediately created a suction force that pulled him under. A few moments later, the same sparkle that was seen at the tip of his blade a few feet below him from which he pulled himself out of with his left hand with some effort against the void. =-

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