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PostSubject: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:57 pm

Raging air currents tore over the broken tundra. Sheets of ice lifted off the ground and stirred with broken grass as they entered the vortex surrounding a manifestation of energy and power.

Plates in the earth could be heard shifting as the cracking ice gave way to a deep crevasse. In the midst of this swirling sea of power, two white eyes could be seen piercing the debris of the miniature storm.

Several plants began to spring from the now broken earth, though they were grey and frosted. Mist stemmed forth from them as if they froze the already frigged air.

Levitating in the mists of this fifteen foot sphere of wind that might tear a house down was a lone female. Her face was glass with no emotion, she saw only in terms of her self defined terms of perfection. Together these icy plants would grow until they fused into one being. As their stems twisted and wove together they would form a four foot wide crystal trunk upon which a massive white flower would open.

Roots filled the glacial cracks in the earth as leaves shot forth. Each petal was approximately four feet wide and at least seven to fourteen feet long. The crystal material would shatter slightly at the pivoting joints and bases of the petals when they began to fold out and bloom.

The plant itself would be most like a tundra shrub, squat and broad the leaves reaching out in a forty foot wide radius white the top of the flow was not even thirty feet tall. In a manner of perfection Imorii lowered herself into the flower, and the petals began to close around her icy white skin. Once she had sealed herself within this icy plant it would begin to glow, giving off the same eerie white light as her eyes.

The roots would grow deep.

Upon the last petal closing the icy maelstrom would seize, and a gentle snow would decorate the work of art as the glowing light would fade deeper into the crystal plant.

A new transformation to the world was soon to blossom.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:12 am

~Reconstructed Apocalypse~

Months have surely passed throughout this vivid year; It was not belong long that the winter season finally arose from it's year of suspended isolation. People always have a tickling feeling about the winter time, it was a season of fun for children who take the winter break off from school. For older adults, it was also a time to where Christmas came about to where they usually by presents to surprise their friends and family--drinking warm eggnog while caroling through the crisp night sky. Oh how it was the jolliest of days. Though, Christmas is far from coming just yet; and the children have yet to be dismissed from school at this time. Our hero by the name of Cirque D'Ciel the 9th--that was planning to leave this world after this year is done--was currently doing his daily activities that usually keep him occupied from time to time. It was an activity known as 'Fource Gathering', a sort of daily routine that Armamentalist usually do in order to study the environment and use it to their advantage. Besides, no one is sure what natural disaster that was needed to be stopped.

However; Today was obviously a different day, he knew that there was something wrong stirring up in this environment that he could even feel it within his nervous systems. The male didn't draw any words for this, the boy already knows who is causing all of this since this power was too familiar to even ignore. It was Imorii. Few months after the Tournament isn't enough for this abomination to surface back from the depths of hell, it was more than likely here in order to continue on with it's life's mission to bring down the god of gods and also the genetic material that was made to create this peculiar woman in the first place. It wasn't before long that her enormous energy may have drawn in some powerful individual to come along and take it down; one of them coincidentally was in that northern hemisphere at that time. Fortunately for the boy, he had his casual armor on from his match against Xodous just in case that he needed to have a bit of speed for the battle he has yet to face. "Shameful; it seems that the half-elf didn't truly destroy her in that tournament after all, I guess it's about time for me to put a end to her reign of terror." The male said within his thoughts, gazing towards the area that was several kilometers away to where the ominous looking storm was taking place.

It was't the brightest of ideas to just simply approach an area without observing the casualties first. That fact was one of the teachings of Revolento to which in short means: 'Look before you leap.' He can plainly see that the area to where Imorii was located was surrounded by shroud of mist and ice, followed by a maelstrom of some sort. What could this... 'thing' possibly want from this area? After the storm vanished, Cirque continued to take a closer as his excellent vision spot himself a... deviating-looking flower. There was no possible way that a flower of this magnitude would grow in such an empty area such as this. More than that, this flower doesn't even look like any of the populus he have seen before... Well, not the ones he's familiar off. It was made out an frozen substance that couldn't be just an ice material alone, it contained just more than that. From his moments of seeing Imorii in action, he knew what this woman has that Cirque have yet to even achieve by himself. The only thing he questions himself that continues to ricochet through his lucid mind was-- "Can I really take down this abnormal creature?"

A small blue light can be seen from from within the gold-encrusted sheath as it peeks out from the entrance. Noticing that his weapon was gleaming from within made Cirque immediately withdraw it from his scabbard. His Scalhaba Sword, made out of materials of his mentor's soul, was illuminating the area around Revolento's position. It was as if... the sword was talking to him. Which, it was. After several seconds had passed, the boy take one glance at the newly made flower and look back to his sword. He embraced it to his forehead and chant out the prayer he used when he first started to take on Xodous-- "We are the warriors of nature, who became one with the Fource. We use our powers for justice other than evil; may our abilities see to that of a hero. Warriors of the good, we may be. As for the Armamentalist, we are free." With that out of the way, the male was motivated to take on this soon-to-be Reconstructed Apocalypse, ridding the world free from this perfection-seeking being of science. He slowly starts to walk to the frozen beach to where it'll lead to Imorii's Crystal Domain. He start to take his steps by walking on the cold surfaces of the sea's waters, step by step he advances over to where the sleeping god was resting in... probably waiting for something, or probably she was undergoing a new transformation. Today will be a historic moment that is about to take place in this word, Revolento; savior of his dimension and purely born warrior of the Xenithilon race will start to cross forces with the bio-organic subspecies that has yet to reach her goals as a god. This may be one of the most challenging of battles if not taken lightly. Even if the odds are against him, Revolento was confident that this woman will fall prey to his tactical fighting style; even if it means to shape the world itself around him.


"May my brothers and sisters from the heavens be with me."
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Thu Dec 06, 2012 3:53 am

The area was rather devoid of any life, though this was not Imorii's doing. The only victims in her wake had been the few dying tuffs of grass.

The area was serene, silent, and the twinkling snow the fell upon the flower gave no indication that the hatchling god, made any attempt to arise from this flower.

The faded light that penetrated the dark snow drift was almost in a way, a spectacle of pure beauty.

The flower itself was a few miles form the nearest sea and if Cirque took his time he might notice as tranquil nature passed in the form of ripped storm clouds that the northern lights would on short occasions grace the the evening skies with greens pinks and blues.

The looming white light would shimmer across the many soft partials of snow, bringing a warm and comforting feeling to the surreal crystal masterpiece.

Solace; it was the only answer that was given.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Thu Dec 06, 2012 11:47 am

Through the times of many grueling battles in order to restore peace and prosperity in many dimensions, Cirque couldn't help but noticed how the scenery changed drastically to the point where the boy was forced to lower his weapon. It wasn't because he was scared--it was far from it, obviously. The reason that he stop was because he was in awe on how beautiful Imorii's crystallized flower was. Not only that, but glancing through his vision could show that the nature around this newly made tree completely made the Armamentalist step back. Beautiful scenes such as this one was the boy's weakness; he couldn't bare to stand and see that he had to destroy something that stand out as an exquisite piece of nature. Looking back to the days when he entered the Deus Ex Machina Tournament; he remember that there was some rules that the boy highly didn't agree on--which was the fact that he must confirm victory by killing their opponent. Maybe Imorii wasn't created to be a monster, due to the whole face eating procedure that threw him off guard the first time she saw her fight. Because of this, Cirque was going to make a big decision.

"... On second thought, I rather leave her be other than assault her. It's bad enough that I went and killed Xodous because of the tournaments standards, so it's better if I should just allow someone else to slay her." Revolento said to himself, sheathing his sword back within his gold-encrusted scabbard, turning the opposite direction and moving away from Imorii's location. "I just hope that this god will actually become the successor of Xodous by becoming the most righteous goddess for this world. Besides; this world looks like it already suffered enough." As he took one last step as he reached land, he take once glance at the flower and look down in guilt. Without saying nothing more, he continues to walk away from it far enough that he vanished from the horizon. There were some occasions that Cirque didn't want to draw his sword towards. Luckily for Imorii, she was one of the opponents that the boy actually show some sympathy towards.


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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:17 pm

A violent tremor surged through the earth; a single wave that would pass by Cirque's feet.

The fires of creation had begun.

As the roots tapped into the mantle of the earth, the dynamic crystalline skin began to draw heat into the flower. The few blades of grass touching the structure would blacken or ignite. The flower had now grown pink in glow and the sky slightly red in haze from all the ambient natural heat energy converted into its magical equivalent.

One by one the several ton petals would fall and hit the ground. The inside faces of them would show gateways and crackle with lightning. The flower began to fall apart and Imorii in its central stem has become fused with the plant into some organic crystalline abomination. As she struggled to break free a look of grotesque pain and agony took her face.

The neck expanded and red blood trickled down her lips seconds later she began vomiting like a choking child or a snake that had swallowed too much. Bits of black oily liquid and blood dropped on the snow and burned as a small chicken sized lump of crystal in the shape of a gourde landed upon the earth.

Eight of these squash shaped lumps were made, and upon finishing the last one and wiping some of the flaming blood from her mouth she turned her gaze upon Cirque.

The eight fruits would begin cracking and small crystalline legs would break free from the sides revealing the narrow part of what looked to be a gourde to be the the folded legs of a spider.

Apparently Cirque had a date with her mother; this distraction worked properly, whilst Imorii had one with the corpse of her father. Leaving the remnants of her formerly intact body scattered upon the surface of her mother's sword had not procured successfully as a plan. It had never occurred to Imorii that her father would loose to a mere mortal. She had intended upon using herself as a wedging point to crush through her father's skin when her mother had engaded in battle in the proceeded final round. There the opportunity would present itself to absorb his core; however this plan backfired and left in the weakened state it had taken much time to manifest enough power to bring her mangled body back to form.

Still in order to ignite her own core and surpass her father she would in simplicity find it her goal: To obtain the core of Xodous.

It was not wise to send a spider to follow Cirque as his alertness was very high. However six of the spiders went crawling in opposite directions across the world most along the sea floor.

They would feed on the dying core within Xodous chest and absorb the last nutrient required to rip this universe apart and begin constructing a new one in its place.

Imorii sat back and saw the world with her all seeing eyes, through both the windows lain down on the ground before her and upon the scuttling legs of her eight incomplete children.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:15 am

It wasn't before long since Cirque decided to come back to this domain once more, he had to lead the way to this area anyways. Luckily for everyone, his match against Shale was short; short enough for them to have more time to save this world. This time, the boy did not travel to the northern hemisphere alone; Oh no, he brought some allies from different places to take on the accursed Imorii from shaping this dimension into her perfect look. Cirque knew that creating a new and much more better world was the right thing to do, but not when it's heavily populated by innocent people who are oblivious of what's going on. Arriving on horseback, he looks to where the menacing looking flower was located; it seems as if it was growing much more larger than normal. "There she is, just sitting on her throne and watching her plans coming together. Which means we don't have much time before she decides to rip this planet a new one..." His mentor said out loud as his spirit appears right next to the boy, watching the Apocalypse residing across the sea. He too was concerned about this planet's well being, he could have easily go head to head against the goddess himself; but he already lost his life against the dreaded Archfiend who killed him at the last second. Now the remains of his power resides in Cirque's sword as a memento of him.

"Time is the only thing that we have left." Said Cirque, replying to his mentor's words. "I just hope that this plan shall work, even if it means using all of our magic to stop her." That would have been a simple solution, but from what Shale just said before: 'Magic will only be absorbed.' "That's the problem, we can't use our magical abilities on her. Our only chance of stopping this monster is if we can use the raw power of your race's dragon. Or perhaps... my old summon, you remember him right, Cirque?"" The boy nodded to him while holding the bag that Leangle gave him, the once chance he should use it is if Imorii comes in contact. Which it'll be nearly impossible to get to her, that is... if he could reach. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. His Godsbane can actually break through her armor!" The boy replied, dismounting himself off Elizabeth's backside.

"We can be able to summon him, but it's going to require a large amount of magical energy to do so; if I was here, It'll be much more easier. Are you sure that your body can take this?" Zander asked. Cirque chuckled while looking at his dead master with a warm and bubbly grin, the boy replied by saying-- "Zander; I survived a fall from the heavens and fell into a deep lake that shot me all the way to the ground, face first. If I can go and survive that, you don't need to worry about a thing." The Armamentalist master look down and frowned at his apprentance, he ill likes his overconfidence; it's the only thing that worries him from time to time. Though, desperate times comes for desperate measures. Cirque should be worried like he was.

He awaits for the others to come by, he certainly didn't leave them behind since he was traveling slow for them to actually catch up. Even if he advanced further before them, he didn't care so much about it. They'll figure out where to go, that's what that flower is for anyways. "What is taking them so long...?" The boy wondered, tapping his foot on the ground as he continues to wait for them.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:43 pm

Among the stillness of the crystallized area came the sounds of engines. They came from the sky as two shadows approached Cirque's location. A pair of small aircraft called Rheiards landed a small ways behind the wizard, each one carrying two people. One to pilot, and one to ride behind. When they landed, the four individuals disembarked.

One was a female with black hair named Sheena Fujibayashi, a ninja and Summoner. The second was a male with long red hair named Zelos Wilder, the Chosen of the world of Tethe'alla. The third was a male with short brown hair named Lloyd Irving, a hero of the world called Sylvarant. Last but certainly not least was a female with long blond hair. Her name was Colette Brunel, the Chosen of Regeneration.

"We're here." Sheena said as the group approached.

Colette looked around with a bewildered expression on her face.

"All of these crystals... They're so beautiful..." She said, almost in awe.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Honey." Zelos said, looking around himself. "The one who did all this doesn't intend to do anything beautiful."

"R-right." Colette replied, twiddling her fingers.

Lloyd walked up to Cirque.

"So, we're waiting for the others to show up?" He asked.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:04 pm

Giving a huge yawn, the male with the white coloured hair held a hand to his mouth as he had his red coat slung over his shoulder. He carried Rebellion in his right hand as he walked over in the area. His boots kicking up dust as he walked. The male just finished a round of demon slaying and wanted to return home. He was very tired. However, something in him made him want to come here. Maybe to check things out? Tossing his coat on his shoulders now, as if it was a cloak, he arrived where he needed to be.

"Yo!" He called out in a tone. "Am I late or anythin'?" He gave a simple hand wave as he gave a slight smirk. "Seems like it's a party, but no one brought any food or drinks. Not even any music to enjoy this moment!"

He thrusted his sword down on the earth, while his red coat fluttered in the winds, making it look like a cloak. He gave a stare at everyone, his blue eyes focusing on everyone.

"Where is this place?Better yet, what is it?"

He stared at his surroundings, being in awe. At least it was more interesting than where he was or have been. The Crystals. So pretty. So lustrous. Something his mother would adore. That is if she was still around to see them.

"Yo.. Guys! What is gonna be happening?' He asked in a curious tone.

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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:33 pm

Excellent, they didn't travel too far from the location to where the battle will take place at. That's a good thing, or otherwise he would have taken on Imorii without them. Watching the group of supposed 'chosen ones' and the half-demon by the name of Dante Sparda settling on the beach as they all gaze at the flower to where the goddess was residing. As of right now, they were wondering what they should do now. "So, we're waiting for the others to show up?" Said Llyod, one of the chosen ones who intervened into this battle. Well, the only people that he was waiting for now was Shale, her family and possibly Leangle who will probably join to help save this world from Imorii's onslaught. The only thing that the boy had to do now is to ressurect one person from the grave.

Was it Zander; his old mentor? No... It was some woman by the name of Natasha, one of Imorii's killed victims. The reason why he wanted to bring her back was because that she was possibly the chosen's second fiddle, so it couldn't hurt to bring her back to life in order to help out. Going over to Elizabeth's saddle that contained bunch of treasured goodies inside contained an old book that Cirque had to keep in case one of his allies have fallen. This book was crafted by Abbeys of the Old, only used for healing, curse-lifting, curing, and ressurecting those who were in dire situation. After opening the book and walk back to Lloyd, he would say-- "Well, all we need left in our party is Shale and her family. As we wait for their arrival; Where is the body that used to be Natasha?"

The ghost of Zander went over to the confused half-demon and explained to him everything that he needs to know-- "Well, you curious demon; we happen to be somewhere located in the northern hemispehere that happens to be the alternative version of the northern country called Snowberia. Since this area is a lot more different that the Protectorate Universe, it's going to be difficult to memorize the terrain such as this one. For now; we don't need to worry about this sort of thing yet. Knowing that god, she may shape it to a whole different environment to throw Cirque or any one who uses nature to their advantage. Since you seem like the kind of person who isn't connected to it, you may have a chance to get her. Who knows? All I can tell you is that you shouldn't be careless with this one; Got it, mate?" His tone was serious, but overall he was that concerned about everyone's safety since the majority of fighters look too young to throw their lives away to save the planet. Maybe Zander is overreacting to this. Though, it wasn't a bad thing.

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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:21 pm

Lloyd nodded and motioned to Zelos.

"You got the body?" He asked.

Zelos gulped and nodded shakily.

"I got it, Bud." He said lowly.

The Tethe'allan Chosen walked over to the rheiard that he and Sheena flew to this location and picked up a mass wrapped in a white bedsheet that was placed on the back. With a grim expression on his face, he walked back and set it down in front of the group. He then slowly unwrapped the bedsheet, revealing the corpse of the Fairy Tail mage. Her body was mostly unharmed, but the most disturbing detail of the young girl's death so far is what Imorii did to her after the deed. She ate her face off. The gory visage shook the four Heroes of Regeneration to the core, just as it did when they collected her body from the arena.

Zelos retched and turned away. Sheena gagged and covered her eyes. Colette gasped and ran to Lloyd, burying her face in his shoulder, ready to burst into tears. Lloyd put a reassuring hand on Colette's back and gritted his teeth, trying to stay strong.

"Just... Hurry up and bring her back." Said Lloyd.

"I still can't believe she did that... To a kid..." Sheena said, shaking her head.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:56 pm

As the preparations were set, the male slowly opened the book that was carefully written with mending spells of all sorts. It was a good thing that Cirque bookmarked certain pages of the old literature. If he haven't then more time will be wasted if he continued to flip through this large book to find a specific page he was looking for. Once the boy reached the chosen page that was bookmarked, he started to read the contents of the book in an old cryptic language that was simply impossible for the others to understand it. Natasha's body mysteriously raises from the ground, only to be lifted from the chants that Cirque was preforming. The clouds began to circle around the area as it became dark, it wasn't sinister at all; more of the line of being depressing. Even with this happening, this wasn't Cirque's doing whatsoever. He directed his attention towards his left hand, that was being coated in a green energy. This was part of the process that he was instructed to do in order to receive a successful ressurection. The male placed his soft hands on the side of Natasha's exposed cheekbone that was also damaged as well--by the second, Natasha's face began to place itself together again, reforming it's removed skin as it covers every single corner of her missing face. After that process was done, everyone could once again see the familiar face that was removed hours ago.

"You should be lucky that her death was recent. If a month had passed, then there will be no way to bring this woman back. I should know, I tried this once on a dear friend of mine who went missing when he tried to take down the Dark Fiend by the name of Dhuran. Of course, I found him; but his death was too horrible for me to even bare to speak of anymore." Zander was listening to the entire thing, he also felt ashamed that he didn't help out at the time being. The whole process that they were in was all an diversion thanks to Mortamor and his Dark Fiends. The thing was, they came unprepared for what the Archfiend had in store for all of them. Luckily, Mortamor and his band of Dark Fiends were sealed away years ago thanks to Zander's sacrifice. He just hopes his sealing spell was enough to keep them locked for a while. As long as his soul still exist, there was no possible way for them to escape unless the seal was broken or Zander advanced on to the starry skies.

Then, this is where he had to bring back Natasha's body from the afterlife. In order to do that, he must chant this spell in order to connect his very body with the afterlife. With this, his body was now a gateway that connects to Natasha's empty shell and the alternative world of the spirits. It took about a minute or two for the male to find the female's spirit since who knew how far she was from him. With that out of the way, a blue light could be seen traveling throughout the revealing veins of Cirque's arm and flow into Natasha's body. This shows that the ressurection was completed. "This sort of spell isn't easy to pull off since some evil spirits may try to work their way disguising as someone else. The nerve of undead people, only to return back to life after fate played their part. For your friend, she'll be reawakening at any second now. All we need to do is to hope that she actually remembers all of you."


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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Mon Dec 10, 2012 10:35 pm

Imorii sat in her lone chair. She was relaxed. She was not the immature, young and naive child she was four days ago. She was much older now, nearing her eighteenth day. She had come to understand many things as to her failure before, how her mother had beaten her. At first she had thought this was an imperfection to her design but now she understood, perfection was not an absolute, but the ability to grow and adapt beyond limits, that is where her previous flaws had only added to guide her into designing herself in what would now be a more complete form of perfection.

The Aurora Borealis was bending down stretching past its skyward limits to kiss the massive flower which now shifted in color reflecting the very lights that dipped into it. Several sonic concessionary booms rang out. Cosmic winds tormenting above were constantly breaking the sound barrier in regions high above the flower.

The beautiful pre-apocalyptic scene stood before them, boding an ill tranquility like they were in the eye of the hurricane upon the cusp of the storm.

Eight thousand miles south, six spiders peered through the Colosseum walls gazing upon the immensity of Xodous' core. It could be seen despite that lay behind the stone. On approach an arrow shot out with a leaf shaped head. The culprit was as a tall female elf standing two miles from the coliseum with white hair pointed ears and a green tunic. Had Imorii known this was Negina, Shale's aunt.

Even from the two mile range the arrow was not aimed above the spider; for the power, speed and penetration of the device was strong enough to split the crystal and continue on six feet into the soil. Some form of binding magic could be felt weakening Imorii's grasp over her arachnid emissary. Sensing that the other five spiders would soon be found out Imorii did not choose to halter her assault on the core; but rather sent crystal mycélium from one of arachnid's back legs into the soil.

These crystals were so small that they shot through the soil unseen. Whilst the other spiders engaged in combat being crushed and mutilated one by one by the power family and friends. At any moment Imorii could re-animate them but choose not too, for Imorii was now gathering more and more crystal below the debris of her scattered father, and sending more and more parasitic roots into the coliseum itself.

As this progressed she viewed the battle between the young man that brought down her father and was currently fighting her mother.
It was imperative she understand why a mortal had defeated a god, though the mortal somehow did not kill her mother. Imorii found this very odd. Perhaps her father had chosen this moment for her own rise of power? According to the information she gathered from her first 'mother' Natasha, the one who'd taught her to speak among other things, she understood well the importance of children to their parents.

Eventually the opportunity struck and the area was clear the defenses off. From underground Xodous, icy walls of a fortress barricaded the core within the deserted arena. No sooner than this happened a crushed spider re-animated and stuck its fangs to harvest the core.

A large orange skinned man seiged the makeshift crystal walls, immediately pounding and pounding them shattering them with a large sword. With fierce strength and courage the man cut through the solid rock even as Imorii sent it inwards to embed upon his flesh.

Imorii gazed down upon the fallen petal who's inside was a window to this event. Rising her palm she summoned a vast collection of energy and which she began pouring like liquid lighting in a surge of power into the window, thus begging to rip reality apart, creating a doorway through which the spider leapt. Without fear the man leapt for the portal after the creature sending his sword forth to crush its small body, but Imorii closed the portal dividing two points of existence and cutting the forearm in half.

Of no concern to her, her grandfather Zathire's bloody hand still gripped the sword as it tumbled once and skidded to a stop the fingers unrolling lifelessly from the handle as snow began to sweep over what remained of his attempt to stop the inevitable.

The spider latched onto Imorii's chest, and she pulled off her shirt sticking her hand between her breasts and ripping open the cavity to her non-existent heart where a swirling black vortex sparked with purple lightning.

Upon touching the core that vortex lit up in a fiery orange blaze, which super heated to purple, then a blinding pure white. Imorri cast the old core to the air where it continued to float. Looking down at her ribs and a self healing manner, she closed up her chest. She smiled some, she could see the contenders lining up to stop her now as if she'd telegraphed their every move.

Imorii gave a sickening cough, and began to vomit a black tar onto the ground. It was time to give 'Natasha' back. She chewed up some red substance in her mouth and brought together the very same molecules of Natasha's face. In a red paste, she spat the face out, letting it fall onto the tar which began to burn wither into a messy pile of blood eventually turning into a skinless baby. Imorii brought the child to her breast and it began to nurse. Slowly but surely the mess of flesh formed, grew larger and solidified, with bits of flaming crystal working their way into the bone structure of the forming child until there stood a fully sized nude adult version of Natasha. Bringing her crystal clothes about herself once more Imorii also summoned a dark void which laid a black cloth upon her improved version upon this reality's Natasha; one which no doubt to the emotional distress and envy of the real one, still maintained a face.

Imorii's Natasha and the returning spider minions would be the ones to greet them as a large fourteen foot diameter sphere began to hover above Imorii; one that would become visible to the Armamentalist first but eventually thicken in energy to the point where normal beings without gifted eyes could gaze upon it too. As of now, it was a clear gyrating swirl, discharging the occasional band of lighting within itself.

All was going according to plan; perfectly.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Tue Dec 11, 2012 12:14 am

Somewhere in the afterlife... A girl with long, flowing black hair wearing a black dress was floating through space. The girl slowly opened her eyes and saw the space around herself shining softly. She felt like she had been sleeping for a very long time.

"W-where am I?" She asked. "Last thing I remember, I got chopped up or something... So, I'm dead? What a drag..."

Suddenly, something grabbed her chest. A hand? This weird hand pulled the girl through some sort of portal.

"Hey!! What's going on?! I never knew Heaven was so pervy!!" She shouted. "Leggoleggoleggo!!"

Not knowing what else to do, she struggled in vain. But the foreign feeling was soon replaced by a warmer one. Like this force, whatever it was, was trying to help her. The girl looked to her left and saw her hand disintegrate into glitter.

"W-what's happening?" She asked. "I don't know why, but this feels... Pleasant. And relieving... Am I finally coming out?"

After that, her soul disappeared from that shiny world. A few moments after the soul was reunited with its body, the eyes of that body shot open as the girl took her first breath in what seemed like an eternity. She sat up and coughed a few times before breathing heavily.

"What the... What just happened?" She asked breathlessly.

Natasha Darkmoon, also known as Tasha, looked in front of her to see six people she had never met. Wide eyes locked on them as her mind raced.

"Who are these people?!" She thought. "What is going on?! My heart's beating so fast...."

Shocked and petrified, Tasha didn't know what to do. She would turn around and see the person who killed her. At that moment, the memories began flooding back. Memories of her life with Fairy Tail, everything leading up to her death. She remembered...

"Imorii..." She said, growling.

Shock was replaced with anger as Tasha stood up and hissed like a cat on the attack. Her eyes turned yellow, her canine teeth lengthened into fangs, and cat ears sprouted from her head. This was a sure sign that her magic was still working, as she had entered Black Cat Mode. She was ready to kill.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Tue Dec 11, 2012 3:13 am



Gods, Goddesses, and Djinns of all shapes and sizes, could easily shape the land; nay, the world into their liking. Even if they have to eradicate those whom stand and oppose of their ideals and trivial gains. However; there was one man, who transcended himself from his entire race to achieve his main goal in life, but failed all thanks to a certain prophecy who risked his life to save the kingdom to where that man was about to rule. Oh sure he may have been defeated, but his legacy lives on. This man was named Ganondorf; the chosen wielder of the Triforce of Power, a legendary feat that made even gods to quiver below him. Before the time of being defeated, Zathire was somewhat smitten by the Gerudo's raw potential of controlling an entire band of thieves and manage to bring Hyrule to his knees countless of times. If it wasn't that, then it was most likely Ganon's unimaginable strength that is unrivaled by many. Because of this, Zathire's loyalty to him cause the warrior to become adopted by the Gerudo King; not because he felt sorry for him, but the fact that the warrior had enough potential to lead his entire nation of monstrous minions by his own. One of these days, he's going to give that leadership to someone, and Zathire was that perfect choice.

When Ganondorf's defeat came to past, the berserker was crushed that his idol was defeated by the hands of a 17-year old Hylian who the warrior mistaken to be an elf. Not once, but countless of times. Because of this, Ganondorf's legacy was spread throughout his adopted son's dimension. With that being said, the Gerudo was looked up to as a god. Shale; Ganondorf's grand daughter went out of her way by reviving the petrified overlord that was placed together piece by piece, using all of the reccomended items, including the very essence of a certain 'Soul Edge' to revive the once-known king back to the world.

Besides going after the other remain parts of the legendary relic, today was an off day for him. His mothers by the name of Koume and Kotake--two whom are able to magically combinde into their true form by the name of Twinrova--were currently easedropping on the world to where Ganondorf's addoptive son by the name of Zathire was residing at. Beyond their eyes, they could see the burly beserker's arm being chopped off, all thanks to what was supposed to be their Great (x2) grand daughter. They both look at the lessly concerned father of the orange man and cackled with their old and ancient laughter.
"My, My; Lord Ganondorf, do you care about your adopted son?"

"Don't bother him with such feeble things, Koume. You should already know that he only focus on more important things; right, my lord?"

The Gerudo overlord didn't respond to those questions, nor does he ever pay attention to his old senile dirtbags that he unfortunately dubs as his mother. Of course; he cares mostly on important things such as obtaining the Triforce, but knowing that his own son was defeated by this... abomination that doesn't deserve to be a part of his family. Grand daughter or not, this was something that he highly disapproves on. Gradually turning his unparalleled muscular frame towards where the elemental witches were speculating the entire world at the brink of it's down fall, the alpha male couldn't help but watch Zathire continue to struggle through in the wake of the god's domain. He fold his able-bodied arms from side to side, giving off a low growl of disappointment. Ganondorf never expected that the berserker could lose his fighting arm already, but he somewhat admire the male's moxie. He had the strength to keep going, but it looks like his inner-protectiveness will probably peak it's ugly head soon enough. Then came two of the king's trusted advisors: The Sorceress Veran, and the General Onox. They both show their graditude to the Gerudo King, but they didn't receive any attention back from that. Looking over to where Ganon and his 'mothers' were visioning, they both take their attention back to their leader and said--


"Lord Ganondorf, isn't that your son who you adopted before. I must say, he does have quite the robust body; but nothing compared to your Herculean figure...~"

Onox; who glared at Veran in disgust interrupted by saying-- "Veran; compliments shall be saved for later, don't you see that our leader is upset?!"

"Oh please,;do you really think that old pig would ever be interested in your ugly face, Veran?" Said a mysterious wight that was reclining around at the corner of Ganondorf's throne room, it was Dark Link. It seems that the king made him more obedient than ever before, even if that the arrogant dark side of the hero still kept it's cocky personality. Eventually, Ganondorf got used to it since he find it amusing that someone so lesser than him has the guts to speak negatively towards him.

Before Veran had the chance to say anything back to the General of Darkness and the Evil Side of the Hero, she was silenced by Ganondorf's malicious power that was growing by the second. They all can tell that Ganondorf was angry, angry to the point that there was someone in another dimension that is trying to make a foolish attempt to rival the male's power. Not only that, but putting his heir to the throne in the brinks of danger. This was something that the destructive being of hell did not approve on. But; Ganondorf couldn't help but to laugh, laughing at the point that someone out there besides the Hylian Hero by the name of Link that's actually worth the challenge, laughing at Imorii's foolish desires of creating a new world with the word perfection buzzing throughout her feeble and foolish artificial mind. Shale has outdone herself this time, she finally made a weapon that can actually become a threat to humanity itself. Not to Ganondorf, however. He has bested many lesser fools who dare to match against his own power. Especially that arrogant Dark Link who questioned his power, that fool should have known that he was only a puppet to begin with. His laughs began to die down to the point where his signature frown came about--He already knows what he must do now. The male lowered his hands and walks out of the throne room, leaving Veran with a puzzling question: Did she say something to upset him in any way?

Leaving into his private quarters, not allowing anyone to follow him in the process; Ganondorf swings his chamber doors wide open with the power of his will and enters it without saying another word. His room was as black as the man's heart, those who were able to enter his room was his enslaved and abused maidens that he kidnapped to do his dirty work. Venturing through his arsenal of equipment that he 'rewarded' himself with, the king starts to sort out what does he really need for this occasion; perhaps starting the rest of his day off with a new set of armor other than his regular attire. He starts to strip down until he had nothing more than his undergarment and chain mail attached to his lower body, there was no need to get rid of those right now. Ganondorf dresses himself into his much more armored outfit, a spiked armored over body that covered his husky shoulders and chest, which also possesses a handcrafted silk cape that was woven by the delicate and slender hands of those who supported his cause. His next piece was a chest plate made of a super strong alloy that covered his abdominal muscles, strong and sturdy pants made out of a tough substance that rivals even the material that goes by the name of leather, along with placing some armor padding on both sides of his pelvis. Last but not least with his steel-toed boots made out of the same alloy as the rest of his armor, these kind of footwear was made to smash the living parts that holds the vital organs out of his opponent's body. Literally.

Of course; what kind of warrior wouldn't leave without his trademark weapon, the sword that he gutted many fighters without having much of a challenge anyways. Strangely enough, this butcher choice of a blade seems to be much more recommended to use against the artificial god named Imorii, he couldn't wait to have her head and possibly her soul attached to his wall. With that out of the way, Ganondorf finally leaves his chambers once more while closing the door behind him. As he appears in his throne room, his main generals curiously glanced at him; they knew for a face that they're going to have some work done. Returning to the same spot he was at before, looking back to where Zathire's fight for peace was taking place. Chuckling darkly to himself, he raised his head high and said--

"It's about time to show these unworthy fools the orthodoxy of my power. "

Suddenly, large ominous portals appear in both the Colosseum and Imorii's Crystal Domain as it released a frightening surge of power that seems unreal for those who haven't sense this before. The skies immediately turn dark as black lightning cuts the sky with force unimaginable. The earth slowly shattered under the pressure that the malicious void was releasing. Was it Imorii's doing? No; it was a force that even that lesser god can't even compare the righteousness of this overlord's natural abilities. Over to where the fighting establishment was located give out the same results, only that the king's generals Onox, Veran and Dark Link appeared before Zathire and his allies. "Oh poo, it seems that the party is over from here." Dark Link groaned, itching to have some action after being sealed away for so long. Onox; who was bearing the title trademark on his armored body left a note to the berserker that his father had arived, and from the looks of the weather and the conditions that the king was doing... he wasn't really pleased of the results from what he had witnessed. For now Onox and his team were only there to help fight against the strange crystal arachnids that still waver around in the area, as for the real commotion of this conflict... Well...

"So, you're supposed to be my great grand daughter? Pitiful, I expected Shale to do better than that..."

Materializing his own person out of the void, Ganondorf was now in clear view for everyone to see. He takes one short glance at this populous statue that happens to be her very throne, an imperfect being with imperfect taste in designing her own fortress. Another reason to kill her. Next was the large menacing sphere that appeared above her as soon as he ventured through this dimension. Since this sort of thing cannot compare to how he can already control whatever that was in his wake, there goes another reason he should kill her. And now... the fact that she bare even a child that looks like the strange kajinka down below his position, seeing how this disgusting offspring happens to be hers was one more reason he should kill her. After the time of considering with his famous trademark questioning: 'What Will Ganon Do?', the overlord finally came to a verdict. It came to a conclusion that her death must end in the most painful way as possible.

First thing first, he must get rid of that shameful-looking sphere that rises into the sky as a sore thumb. Raising his hand to the sky while concentrating his power, the said sphere immediately shatters into a blank of non-existence as if Imorii didn't create it in the first place. This world was already in his power, and Ganondorf will do whatever he pleases to it. Then, the male went over and levitates over to where the woman's throne was; certainly giving no less of a care on how hostile she was towards him. This sort of thing only made him much more interested. Glaring to the cloned version of Natasha's position, her body started to give out as the woman was being attacked from the inside. Giving off a bloodcurdling scream, she immediately exploded from shattered diamond like materials along with the transfused blood that was made to create her. Such blood splattered over the Gerudo's toned frame, to Imorii's concern; she has drawn forth a monster in her world. The crystal-like spiders that she created were crushed and swatted, edging closer and closer to the seated woman as he was getting ready to atrociously mauled by the catastrophic power that is the King of All Evil.

"Imperfect being; you have no right to rule over my new kingdom. Prepare yourself for your demise."

[center]Before Imorii had the chance to respond to this, the goddess was haulted by a devastating and skull shattering blow from his fist, strangely breaking away most of her magical armor in the process. If this process manage to connect, then he'll start to grip onto her cranium and chokeslams her through her own crystal flooring. This process did NOT happen just once, but countless of times until her floral throne collapsed into the tundra's crevasse. However, if the woman decided to acknowledge his vigorous assault, the Ganondorf will probably give no less of a care about it. Seeing how that this abomination has yet to even learn about the warlord true power that he possessed within him. That is, unless she contains the same abilities that was concealed within the Master Sword. With that, it'll probably change the tide of battle as we speak. Even though, Ganondorf isn't the sort of man to back down by this challenge at all.


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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Tue Dec 11, 2012 5:17 pm

(Replying only to Tasha until Ganondorf's post is complete)

Lloyd, Sheena, and Zelos watched in awe as Cirque worked his magic. Lloyd gently tapped Colette's shoulder and whispered.

"Look...."

The clumsy Chosen slowly lifed her head from Lloyd's shoulder and watched as well, wiping tears from her eyes. When Tasha woke up, Zelos went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Let me be the first to welcome you back to the land of the living." He said in a friendly tone. "I gotta say, you look sooo much cuter with your face on." He added with a wink.

Sheena narrowed her eyes and walked over to Zelos, giving him a punch to the head.

"Don't mention that, or I'll smack you!" She snapped.

"Ow! You just did!" Zelos complained, rubbing his head.

The pair would then look at Tasha as her rage built and cat parts grew. Colette gasped and ran over to her as she stood.

"P-please calm down! It's not time to attack yet..." She said.

"That's right." Lloyd added, walking to their location. "Besides, this isn't the kind of battle you rush into."
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Wed Dec 12, 2012 3:33 am

"I am; what I create."

It was the perfect sentence, and the reasoning as to why Ganon's power would be to no avail. The perfection in Imorii's design was only now becoming clear; and it lay in the fact the presiding guidance of fate had chosen her mother and father as beings that stemmed from pure creation. With her core ignited she possessed the power to create herself, and shape her own being into whatever she needed to be. And thus by mere will, she enabled herself to become stronger than Ganon.

Against this perfect power, there was no hope.

With the energy that sprang forth coming from inside her, she had ridden herself of the dependence on the outside world. She was now a wellspring of power, able to deepen and widen the flow of her never ending source and her potential had grown exponentially.

With a single movement of her hand Imorii blocked Ganon's assault upon her sphere with the immensity of her light, countering the darkness with its opposing force, bombarding him with seven repeated layered walls, each eighty feet wide and six inches thick. They would pulse downward at a forty-five degree angle to meet him, gliding at a slow six feet per second. Despite what they lacked in speed, each visibly tingled and crackled with what looked like sparks trapped within a glowing glass wall, giving a deep electric hum as if they'd been loaded with too much energy. Each wall was calculated to match the power of his previous attack, sadly for the warlock there was no glass involved, instead these walls were purely formed from the bane of darkness itself and were nearly impervious to any of his attacks. His two choices were to cast aside his ego and dodge them or waste his time trying to crush through their defenses as they would continue to drive him downward into the snow and if he still didn't back down they would harmlessly pass through the earth not even disturbing a snowflake at the same time not letting an entity of darkness such as he pass through would continually drag him downward through the earth itself no doubt tearing his cape and scratching his armor until he mustered the strength to shatter the last one.

Neurons could be seen faintly tingling inside these creatures' brains. Due to exact speed, location, direction and position in which these neurons traveled through specific hemispheres of these creatures' brains, Imorii could make out the layout of their brains and see which atoms were discharging. In essence Imorii could read their minds; in the most literal sense the world had ever known.

Calculating procedures underwent through her mind and she began to break down and calculate the thoughts she had read, realizing it was time to enlighten these arrogant saviors, upon the flaws of their own misguided justice.

"Fools do you not yet understand? That which is the flaw of your imperfection. The single purpose of life is to preserve its existence indefinitely, yet you blindly seek to destroy yourselves, under your own self proclaimed guidance to rid the world of evil. Your imperfect eyes see only the potential of power and energy lying within those cores; but your perception is inverted. What you judge to be the outside of the core is actually what lies within. Your very existence and this whole universe, flickers away and dies before your very eyes. When Xodous' core dies you will all implode into oblivion. And here you stand meaning to destroy the only God of Creation that can repair your pitiful incomplete and dying universe."

Imorii jabbed her hand into the core and ripped out some essence, as she did this the very planes of existence warped and distorted only proving that the words she'd spoken were completely true. In her right hand she reached through her chest and into her own core and did the same then cast the essence into the giant gyrating sphere of energy. "Behold the fruit of my labor." As if metaphorically symbolized, the orb which hovered over her dead flower throne could truly be viewed upon as a literal fruit. "Fertilized with both this universe and that of my own creation the beautiful zygote of a new universe is created."

Imorii narrowed her eyes, one of the rare occasions that any emotion could ever be seen upon her glass like face. "Your own petulant ways of judging yourselves righteous and all understanding beyond that of I, who is a god, have determined with your rash decisions that I cannot know or understand perfection anymore than you. This hypocrisy has led to my judgment in leaving you behind in this retched world when it collapses. Your undoing shall rest upon the very hands of the Armamentalist who sought to deliver you from destruction. How ironic it must seem to you now as you realize the truth of your enemy is non other than yourselves."

Imorii gazed down upon Shale, the only one to have somewhat proven that even perfection has its limits. The words she'd spoken to her mother: 'I am no longer ashamed of you,'; They were true. "But because I have been shown value can still lay in imperfection I will give you but one chance. If by means all together you, who are all so determined to battle, can prove in this your contest you have chosen, that your imperfection can lay one single scratch upon my face, I will spare your universe before departing to my own."

With this Imorii returned to her seat beneath her gyrating sphere. Her ultimatum was made and the spiders and manufactured Natasha stood before the combatants ready to display the truth that none of them wanted to believe: That they were better off never having existed.

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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Wed Dec 12, 2012 3:48 am

Shale stepped out from the dark and dismal portal. Without a moment's hesitation elven noticed something she could not miss: her father's hand.

"But how..." her voice had even become audible. No one could break her father's arm, it was said to be impossible. There below the ice cold fingers lay his legendary sword Boneslayer.

Immediately a quote from her youth flashed before her eyes. It was a time when she was twelve and she was engaged in hammer combat with her father. No matter how hard she tried or how hard she struck him she could never get his sword to budge even a single inch, after being defeated countless times Shale stopped and asked her father a question: "When can I someday have that sword?"

"Not until you pry it from my cold dead fingers," he had replied.

Shale always looked up to that sword, it had countless dings and nicks in it from the many battles it had seen. Despite being crafted from the poorest of steels and baring no enchantments whatsoever the sword had crushed through every armor and opposing weapon that had ever been brought to contest with it. Many times her father had been offered an enchanted weapon or to have the one he wielded improved, but every time he had declined for the bond that he shared in victory with that weapon was not something he could ever part with. It was part of his pride. The heavy blade was a testament to his strength and of his unbreakable will, that no matter the foe, be it human, dragon, wizard or giant beast, that sword crafted of ordinary steel carried by a simple man with no powers, no armor and no special ability other than the strength which he had diligently worked to earn, had against all odds proven victorious time and time again. By all means, that sword was a symbol of imperfection shattering all expectations.

In her days Shale had grown to idolize and envy that sword, despite the fact it bore no advantage in combat aside its weight, she yearned and sought to improve herself until one day she would take Boneslayer from her father's hand by force. Then she could finally earn it along with his respect.

Shale had made a wish that a weapon would be delivered to her so that she might reach an understanding with Imorii. Was this mere coincidence?

"Not until you pry it from my cold dead fingers," echoed in her mind. 'How fitting' it was all she could think as a blast of icy wind strafed over the frozen fingers and glided upon the dull edge of the sword.

Imorii sent down a blast to drive her Uncle back, Shale knew well of his weakness and offered herself as a shield. Being a creature of nature and light she absorbed the ray-like walls casting a shadow upon Ganon that shielded him from Imorii's holy light and took it into herself like fuel.

Shale strode forward against the mighty winds coming forth from the infant universe and took the blade into her own hand. It was by all means anything but perfect, the perfect weapon to prove a point and insult the god's pride. She would not cut her daughter's face with some all powerful god splitting weapon all the others before were so insistent they need possess. She would split the face of perfection with this rusty beat-up dull heap of iron, and teach her child the same respect for Boneslayer she had grown up with all her life.

It seemed all like some sort of prophecy to her now. Perhaps she was just getting delirious and hopeful of a miracle; but wasn't that exactly what was happing now? It was easy to loose faith in such things, but had it been coincidence a demon with just enough power to resurrect her uncle had fallen? Had it been a coincidence that in the final round the combatants herself and Cirque had laid down their fight and resolved their issues quickly? Was it a coincidence that he had the power to bring back Imorii's first victim? Was it a coincidence that all these people she'd never met had simply showed up willing and with the courage to fight?

No this wasn't coincidence; this was purpose.

Shale held high her symbol of humility, that which would be the bane of Imorii's self proclaimed perfection. She knew it was not within her power to ever reach that face alone, that is why all the people here had gathered before her.

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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:05 pm

The large, powerful man that appeared out of nowhere attacked viciously, but to their shock, his forceful manuvers proved useless against Imorii. Then came the speech. They were being belittled, mocked for being imperfect, and indirectly commanded to give up and let themselves be destroyed. However... giving up was not something the Heroes of Regeneration were known for. And even though four of the original group were not present, the four that were there would do their damndest to make a difference. Lloyd stepped toward the deity, brown eyes glaring. He had something to say.

"So what? You're right, we're not perfect. No one is. We're only human." He declared.


Picking up on his intention, Colette walked forward to stand beside Lloyd.


"But part of what makes this universe so amazing is the fact that it's imperfect!" She said. "There may be flaws, but there's also beauty!"


Zelos was next, walking forward to stand to the right of Lloyd, a confident smirk on his face.


"Who needs perfection anyway? We were doing just fine without it, y'know." He said. "Besides, if a perfect world is devoid of emotion like... well you, then that's a world I don't wanna live in."


Last but not least was Sheena, who completed the line by standing on Colette's left side.


"Right. Emotion is an important part of life. Feeling happy, sad, and angry are all a part of being alive!" She declared. "If you're really a god, you should just go on and make your own 'perfect' universe and leave ours alone!" She shouted, pointing a finger at Imorii. "Because if you mess with us, we'll fight back hard!"


"That's right. We're not going to just stand by and let you have your way. God or not, we will defeat you!" Lloyd shouted.


With that, the four warriors drew their weapons and prepared for battle. Lloyd drew the twin swords sheathed at his waist and took a stance. Colette drew a pair of circular chakrams as glowing pink angel wings sprouted from her back, causing her to float an inch off of the ground. Those wings were a sign of her status as a Chosen One. Zelos drew his sword and shield and pointed at one of the spiders.


"I think we should start with these creepy spider things, don't you agree, Jubblies?" He asked.


"Good idea. But don't call me that." Sheena replied, rejecting the nickname as usual. "I'll call one of the spirits to help us."



She pulled out a pair of magic seals and held one in front of her before beginning to summon.


"I call upon the Disciple of Everlasting Ice. I summon thee."


A glowing light blue magic circle appeared at Sheena's feet.


"Come, Celsius!"


As her name was called, a young woman with blue skin, short black hair and blue eyes appeared. This was Celsius, the Summon Spirit of Ice.


"You rang?" She asked.


"Yep. Make sure you stay sharp. This is going to be a tough fight, and our very existence is on the line here." Sheena replied.


"You got it." Celsius affirmed, taking a martial arts stance. "Good move, summoning me here. I've got the home court advantage in a place this cold."


The heroes attacked, Lloyd rushing at a crystal spider and slashing it twice before performing an Arte.

"Blazing Tempest!"

The young swordsman jumped into the air, spinning. His blades became covered in fire and slashed the spider, burning it, as well. One final stab would finish it.

Colette targeted another spider and threw one of her chakrams at it.

"Triple Ray Thrust!" She called.

As it flew, the single chakram seemed to split into three. All three rings would strike the spider at once before the copies disappeared and the original returned to Colette. As she caught it, she threw her other hand up and called out:

"Pow Hammer!"

After the call, a hammer went flying up and landed on the creature. The hammer appeared to be a toy, but it hit with great force. Enough to potentially crush the ice like substance.

Zelos proceeded to stab another one in the front before jumping into the air.

"Hell Pyre!"

He shouted before throwing a fireball down at the spider. After that move was made, he moved over to Tasha to speak to her.

"You've got the clone, right Tasha Honey? That creepy fabrication pales in comparison to the real thing." He said with a wink.

Sheena and Celsius each took one spider. The Summon Spirit launched one into the air with an uppercut, jumped above it and somersaulted in midair, hitting it with an axe kick and knocking it back down. Meanwhile, the Summoner ran at her target and swung her card at it.

"Pyre Seal!"

As the card hit, an explosion knocked the creature away and would potentially blow off some some of its body.

"Now, Celsius!"

Getting the signal, Celsius punched the ground, summoning two ice spikes to burst from the ground and impale both creatures. The team was moving in perfect sync. Hopefully Cirque, Tasha, Shale, And perhaps even the mystery man and his servants would add to it and defeat the pawns before engaging their master.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Thu Dec 13, 2012 11:56 pm

The spiders were of no concern to Imorii aside one factor, and it seemed she had gathered that which she sought. Everyone of these humans was contributing their part in what she needed to achieve ultimate perfection. The material they were composed of was nearly as strong as the swords themselves and much more if they weren't special. The collisons would merely ping against the hard legs of the spiders and their bodies would take in the magical aliments that the weapons had given them making them stronger. However there was one thing they could not adsorb: cold.

Cold wasn't energy, it was stability and the lack there of energy. This drew energy away from the spiders and made them more brittle and easy to shatter. However they had an internal energy source and would begin to warm up as their power was constantly supplied by Imorii. Even one managed to get struck by a hammer and fracture partially, however it was only a small fraction of second before those organic crystals healed themselves no differently than Imorii had done in her fight with Shale. If they thought such simple strategies would work on them then they were surely doomed by their flaws.

However Imorii was grateful, they had delivered to her the knowledge of ice magic, and even though she lost energy to absorb this magic, it was now knowledge that belonged to her courtesy of the ones gathered before her. She would continue to leave these spiders to occupy these lower humans by any chance she might gather something more from them, but as of now she had something more important.

It seemed time was ticking and it appeared the end was getting near. Rifts traced through the sky, the universe really was ripping apart and from what Imorii saw, without her divine intervention this world along with all the stars and galaxies that now depended on this single orb would soon see their end in a matter of five minutes.

It was time to prepare 'The Great Arc' that would save this world from the 'Flood'. With desperate time being of the essence Imorii did what she had planned to for four days.

Did they think she had merely done nothing in those four days Cirque had traveled back and forth and fought in the tournament. No. She had been busy sending the crystal roots of this flower deep into the mantle of the entire earth feeding off its warmth for energy. Now that her core was ignited it was time for them to witness her most beautiful and courteous act upon this earth.

It was time for the great harvest.

Countless crystal spikes of all sizes from needle to mountain rose from all corners of the earth, gathering up all the different life forms from around the globe. Far off to the sea for those who could see it, a great white shark could be seen skewered and hoisted up on a massive crystal spike. Soon its very body began to collapse and fold in upon itself as crystals grew into it drawing in its very essence as the mighty beast folded up and was drawn into the massive root network of her flower.

The tree of life had been planted, and it would drink the blood of the world.

Countless species were sucked up, one of every kind Imorii could get her roots upon. They would not be wasted. Their lives, beautiful works of art constructed by the previous god would be broken down and adsorbed, anaylized and cataloged into the deep archives of Imorii's mind.

Soon the flower began to draw in this blood glowing red from the warm energy of the earths magma core and the fresh blood it had gathered. Soon the leaves began to drip with crimson doo, this blood still steaming warm as it landed upon the frigid snow.

Blessed were these creatures that have given up their lives to be saved. Their memory and their art would never be forgotten. Imorii would take them with her into her new world when the time came to pass.

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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:14 am

Cirque; the Armamentalist who was finished reviving the one by the name of Natasha, placed away his book back into his horse's saddle pack that he usually brings around at his time for adventure. As he went back to glance at Imorii; he noticed in shock as the woman created another version of the said ninja that he ressurected from the dead? Was the a coinicidence that Imorii would go out of her way to create clones to stop the heroes from advancing? No; it wasn't that. Remembering something from the goddess' and ninja's battle, the boy overheard the fact about Natasha's face being eaten; maybe that's why Imorii went materialize another one for herself, by using the DNA that used to be the skin of the ninja. So many questions on how she was able to do this, or maybe Revolento was looking too deeply through this.

As for the sphere that was slowly manifesting above Imorii's seated area, he can obviously tell that the woman was already creating something inside the sphere. Obviously; it wasn't something good from what Cirque was examining with his gifted eyes that was given to him during birth. The sphere contained so many Fources that he could spot out, most of them were nothing more than Life Fources mixed in with other different ones. It came to a conclusion that Imorii was creating another world other than shaping the one that she was destroying. This sort of plan was similar to that of the False God Orgodemir, a demon who threw the entire world of Estard into never ending darkness, but that was out of the question compared to what Imorii was planning to do. Distortion was playing part in this war, it seems that Imorii's words were actually true; she was going to destroy this universe by creating a new one in the process. The balance of the universe lies in the male's hand, it was time for him to actually do something before it was too late.

Suddenly; Cirque was overwhelmed by a incredibly large presence of darkness lurking about in this world. This sort of power wasn't from from goddess' doing, her power didn't relate to the one that was coming. Breaking down in a cold sweat, as if he saw the devil himself--The boy foresighted that Mortamor, the demon that he has yet to defeat was coming. Did that 'woman's' power lure him here to destroy and assimilate her? That was probably a no doubt about it, that's something that the archfiend would have done. Zander; his master, felt it as well--It was frightening to the point where the Armamentalist master himself would notice too, but the power he sense wasn't that of Mortamor. No; it was that of a certain warlord he heard from legends when he was a child.

As both notice a rift from a different dimension looming over everyone like a giant getting ready to attack, they were introduced by the dark skinned male who's power was extraordinary enough to make Revolento's cursed gauntlet react by dealing overwhelming pain to the bounded user's arm. Quickly reacting to this, the boy quickly placed his free hand over the gauntlet while tightening it with enough pressure to settling the armor down. It was strange that the presence of that man made the gauntlet had a mind of its own. Zander look down to his pupil and asked-- "Cirque, are you alright??" Looking back to his master with a faint smile on his face replied back by saying that he was fine. That sort of answer wasn't something that the mentor didn't take lightly. Instead, it only made his worrying worse than it was now.

It seems that the monster who came out of the void didn't have any sort of intentions on destroying anyone, which was a first coming from a man with the power of darkness. Instead; it seems that he came around along with Shale, making the boy acknowledge that the Gerudo was a friend of hers. Though, why did his power caused the boy's gauntlet to react so wildly? Of course this sort of thing usually happens when encountering a evil being with enormous power, but that man who paid full attention to Imorii was a different story. Then, comes the man's assault that managed to put most of Imorii's creations of of place; however, that's when Imorii made her counterattack against him when Shale came out of nowhere to protect the warlord as if he meant the world to her. Which made the boy think that this man was more than just a friend of hers. With all of this happening to the point where the world around him was being brought down by both Imorii and Ganondorf's destruction made Cirque's swelled up sadness inside burst out slightly with tears coming out of his eyes. Yes--Those cascade droppings that fell from his eyes were nothing more than tears. A sort of feat that was highly impossible to see from, especially when Revolento's life remained happy to him. This was only the first time that he cried before, Zander knows of this since the only time that the boy ever felt sadness is when the mentor himself and his comrades fallen before their fated deaths.


This beautiful world is being destroyed, it was already perfect enough as it is. There wasn't no need to change it, even if it means destroying it in order to put another in it's place. Artifical worlds are only thing that Cirque despises, they do not even share the same beauty as the ones Imorii had to offer. He want it back; he want this world to be back in it's place without having any change to it whatsoever. Watching the others fight against Imorii's forces and Shale wielding her father's broadsword sparked some sort of fight in this male's heart; But, it only made him fall to his knees and place both of his hand on the dying soil that is being broken away from the sheer tension that everyone was emitting. He closed his eyes tightly, tigher enough to hold back his leaking tears of sadness as they plop to the ground without hesitation. That's the only thing he can hear that cut through the loud noises of attacks being sent to and fro. Then, comes nothing more than constant dripping sounds.

"I... feel so weak, as if I can't do anything to put a stop to this. This world is done for..."

That words could only mean one thing... Cirque had surrendered.

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"I cannot believe that you would stoop so low into giving up, Cirque. You're better than that."

Soon, the sounds stop as Cirque's pure skin felt something brushing upon it, it felt like... leather?! Who was touching him at this time, he opened his eyes, but from what he saw wasn't the ground he was kneeling on earlier... instead, it was replaced by a vivid sea of soothing blue colors that extended with no end to it. There wasn't a land in sight as Cirque's gifted eyes glanced from side to side. More than that; it looks as if the pools of colors extended to the point where the horizon was completely covered in it. Was it heaven? Did the male died while having his eyes closed? No, it wasn't heaven at all. Instead, it was a place to where Cirque can feel at ease. It was his mind.

After seeing this new environment, he lifted his head up and saw the lower section of a female's physique. This woman he was looking at share similar clothes of that of a female Armamentalist. "... Could it be?" He thought to himself, looking all the way up and saw a highly familiar face that immediately brought him in tears of joy. Her blonde hair, her gentle face and those silver glasses were all too familiar to this boy. It was none other than Silvia Scalhaba; Zander's beloved wife and the co-founder of the Armamentalist. She is highly known of her sword and shield tactics that sometimes make Zander's single sword tactics seem like it was nothing compared of her wits and crafty ways; the woman started out as a rouge who tries to take whatever she could earn, that's until she meet Zander who hated his guts to begin with.

Slowly seeping tears of joy within his eyes, Revolento quickly got off the floor and went to hug his former step-mother tightly. He was that happy to see her again, after all these years of traveling by himself; she was the only person who taught Cirque how to use the Shield and Sword back then. Nowadays, Cirque followed Zander's fighting style. After breaking the hug, the boy happily said-- "It's wonderful to see you again!" Silvia was happy to see his smiling face, but now wasn't the time for catching up. The world that Cirque was still in was still in danger, and she had to use most of her power to get a hold of him. "Look, sweetie; now is not the time for this. You still need to stop that goddess from destroying the world and replace it with some Artificial nonsense. You're the only Armamentalist who has the ability to stop this woman, along with everyone else who is trying to save the world as well. You just need to unlock your capabilities and change the tide of battle."

"She's right, I can't always be the one to help you out with things alone. Besides; I'm not the most powerful being there is." Said Zander, who appeared from behind Revolento as he pat the young Armamentalist on the back. They both had a good point when Cirque has yet to unlock his fullest potential, but he has yet to figure that out. He has the power, but he cannot unlock it yet. "She's right, wimp. You keep on disappointing me day by day. Hell; even that spooky looking warlock is better than you in many ways." That rough stern in his voice tone left the boy felt rather stiff, he already knew who that voice belong to. It was none other than a certain gladiator warrior who helped the male build up his natural strength to the point where it rivals a super Human--His name was Torvic; An Armamentalist who wields battle axes, but doesn't have any connection to Fources whatsoever, but happily created a power similar to it. Technically, he was joined by Zander after seeing some potential the gladiator had. "Have you no faith in me...?" Cirque replied, turning his head slowly to where the gladiator was. "Of course I do, but you need to show me that you can save this world. You need to stop playing it safe and start breaking barriers until there's no tomorrow. Well; technically, there isn't a tomorrow if you don't stop that goddess!" Torvic replied, folding his arms as he glanced at a mystical screen that shows images of the battle that was taking place back where Revolento was before. The only difference is that it wasn't brodcasted, it was as if the situation was halted by the essence of time itself.

"Yeah, you're right; but I'm not sure if I can take that monster on with my own powers." Cirque said, lowering his head in pure shame... That is, until another voice came out of nowhere. Her voice was quite young for her age, but it had the soul of a intellect. She said-- "You really can't doubt your own strength when you can do a lot more than what I can possibly do, Revolento." Along came a wizard carrying a large cane that extended to the point where a large source of energy was surrounding it, her hair had a darkish purple while she also wears glasses as well. Only that it wasn't so unique as Silvia's glasses, it still help her to see. Her name is Janette, but people call her Jenny--a words that she dislikes up to this day. Placing her glasses all the way up to the bridge of her small nose, her dull eyes look up to Cirque and continued on by saying-- "I was like you once. I always been put up with certain odds whenever I go up against tough opponents. I always ask myself: 'Can I really defeat this opponent'? It always boggle me to the point where I shouldn't make this quick assumptions to my own strength, or it will hinder me on later in the future. You cannot allow yourself to be weighed down by these sort of things." She went over and knock her cane on the top of the boy's head, but her intentions of doing that wasn't to hurt him. Instead, she was trying to calmly knock some sense into him. Apparently, he's gone soft because of what Imorii done to him.

"Yer goin' to hafta listen what the girl is sayin', ya' hear?" Oh boy, that western accent did not escape from the boy's mind at all. Cirque expected that the American Boomerang Master will come out of hiding, his skills of throwing Boomerangs made him dangerous to even face... Better yet, why does a man like him have skill in throwing objects such as that? Cirque always questioned his abilities, but it always end up doing something so flawless that made the boy wish he was that skilled in throwing projectiles like him. His name was simple, and can be mistaken with every other name in America; his name was Benny B. Johnson; but people back home call him Boomerang Benny. "Thing is, you can't let dat dere goddess imtimimmydating you. If you do, then yere goin' to have a baaaaad time!" Slowly, but surely; the young Armamentalist who is Revolento started to become a bit more comfortable with his friends helping him back on his feet. They all want this planet back together again--to make it to the point that they were desperate, other main Armamentalist warriors came out from the multi-cool colored space. 'Alason; the Hammer Happy Fatso', 'Yanabel, the Rain of Pain Archer Artist', 'Leppetito, The Whip-Loving Whippersnapper', 'Lancelot, The Javelin Jester of the Armamentalist', 'Mistress Madalliea; The Fantastic Fan Fighter', Ko-Mein, The Staff Slapping Showstopper', and 'Koroso; the Crafty Claws Crusader'.

All of the main Armamentalist come together in order to support Revolento in defeating this new foe that's obstructing the very essence of Mother Nature's power. Oh; and they're not helping the boy by using some Power of Friendship bullshit. No--they were actually combining all of their powers into the boy's soul, giving them all of their powers and abilities so he could use them for this moment. Zander; who knows that he haven't granted the male most of his power ended up joining the others by combining his power into their. As all of them started to engulf Cirque, his inner strength finally open up thanks to all of the combine strength of his allies who all died from their fated deaths. Looking as they wish for his well being to save the world from Imorii, the male gave off his signature smile and said-- "Thanks everyone, if it wasn't for you all; I may have been taken out by the goddess' wrath. Now, I must go back to the battle!" Zander laughed to what Cirque just said and replied-- "Good; even though you're already there, kid." In shock, the boy turned over to where his master was and shouted out-- "WAIT; I WAS IDLE DURING ALL OF THIS TIME?!" "Actually no, you've only been idle for like 3 seconds; so open your eyes."

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We are the warriors of nature, who became one with the Fource. We use our powers for justice other than evil; may our abilities see to that of a hero. Warriors of the good, we may be. As for the Armamentalist, we are free.

Opening his eyes widely from his state of being lost in though, illuminated lights begin to shine from his eyes as if a new power has awakened from within him. His mind was now overclouded with thoughts of others, as if there was more than one brain within his cranium. Obviously, this was the mind of his allies who went inside his body in order to help him. Slowly standing up, the ground beneath him began to burst out with vivid plant life with flowers surrounding his every being. His pure skin begins to peel off as a hard coral-like structure materializes with a beautiful white color from the surface from his inner systems, covering most of the body; mainly his face. His upper body clothing begins to rip off--excluding his Orichalcum armor to where he had no choice but to remove it. As the new structure shapes his upper torso that was bigger than his actual body, the same goes for his gauntlet [That increased in size due to Cirque's rapid change growth], lower body, legs. All was left spared was his lower section clothing and his steel-toed boots, which seem to withstand what the male's new skin structure tried to release itself from below. Soon after, his body was now in a adult like form; a much more sleek and slender like physique.

With all of this, it looks like he doesn't need to veil himself any longer. So; he removed the cloak that was hiding most of his upper body and tossed it aside. Now, his face was truly shown. From the looks of his, his face was strangely adorable; despite his new look. His hair exceeded longer to the point where it reaches his legs, and it changed from a dirty blonde color to a smooth and silver colored coating. His eyes changed as well, it didn't posses only the certain abilities that it usually had before. Oh no, it was now a sort of medium that allow him to cast spells without the use of anything to cast it, like hands for example. Celestial wings that were seen before sprouted out from his backside, only that they were much more bigger and durable than the one Cirque used during his fight with Xodous.

This was only part of the male's new transformation. It not only increased his physical appearance, but it also gradually enhanced his natural abilities and magical abilities ten times that he could actually do by himself, it was so extrodinary that he also got rid of the sword he was using since Zander's power was now located within his very essence. The male looked at his newly improved body frame, a bit astound that he had this strong surge of power flowing through him all this time and he couldn't use it in his battle against Mortamor; it looks it wasn't the right time to use it anyways. Without further ado, it was about time to help out Shale who was slowly defending Ganondorf from certain demise. With that, he activated his Gale Fource and zipped through to assist the Half-Elf into shielding her friend by placing his body in front of Ganondorf. With that, most of the magic was absorbed by Cirque's coral-like material and consumed the magical attack without sustaining damage. Cirque used this light magic as a healing factor. Even if it doesn't always support as one, it certainly enhanced his new found abilities as well. He looked down at Shale and whispered with his strangely older voice by saying-- "You wish for my assistance back at the Tournament, it's now time for me to actually help you this time." Cirque was feeling overconfident to take on Imorii by himself, but it seems like it was right to allow Shale to take her on once again. In order to make himself useful, he decides to do things to slow down Imorii's process of making a new world.

"I sense that your powers or not from this world, strangers. I know for a fact that you may be evil, but if you wish for this kingdom to live; then you must hear me out!" The male yelled as the attacks began to bombard his body as well, he only made his voice louder so Ganon and Shale can hear him clearly. "Seeing how me and Shale are desperate to have this world save. Not to mention, the fact that we can withstand any sort of light attack that comes for us; we need your help to destroy that universe while we shield you from Imorii. Even as dark as your cold shell, can you please help the both of us. If Shale went out of her way to shield you, then you must have sympathy for the both of us!"
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:54 am

Now was as good a time as any other. Courtesy of this attack on her uncle Shale sent out massive broad leaves. If she remembered correctly Imorii could corrupt her life-force garden into her own crystal plants but it still didn't stop Shale from changing them back again or disrupt her control over the flow of life. These leaves tropical and broad stretched out wide enough to catch this entire attack of light. Feeding off it almost in the same way normal leaves feed from the sun. Shale could not use her power to kill life but she could retract the excess back into herself, and not wasting an ounce of this power that was beyond her own she not only shielded her Uncle but took in a terrific amount of power.

Shale could only imagine this is what it must feel like to be her mom. Whether Ganondorf agreed to her plan or not it was time to give him a boost. Hopefully he'd catch on and make use of the situation. Each second they sparred was useful, and soon the earth began to quake as a beanstalk worthy of a giants tail four feet thick began to rocket upwards with a small platform of only just enough room to dodge a narrow attack.

Too bad there was not time to make a clean strategy, but you couldn't ask for perfection so maybe it was meant to be.

"I don't know about Xodous, but I'm weak against dark magic... We can only hope she inherited some of my flaws..." This wasn't so much a guaranteed strategy as it was a lets just give anything a shot at this point. She could only hope that this benefited Ganon more than the unexpected tactic might throw him off.
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PostSubject: Re: Imorii vs Any and All Opposition   Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:28 pm

Imorii's flower could care less to hear their little speech of courage. Time was ticking the time for pep talks was long since passed, this time they spent talking was letting their guard down. It was weakness, and weakness was punished.

With no warning, the ground beneath Loyd's feet gave a slight shutter, no sooner than this rumble had begun did the earth erupt with a large fourteen foot tall spike. If Loyd did not dodge to the side then this crystal stalagmite would drive itself up a most unwelcoming place and erupt from his skull in a shared instant. Should he dodge but take a slight nick the crystals would feel the blood and drive themselves like microscopic hairs into his flesh and sap his very essence into the roots. Not to make matters any easier but the spider that parried his sword attacks with its two legs sent the other two forward towards his belly.

This wasn't Imorii's flower's only victim. The horse had also been selected and Cirque's mount, likely not trained for battle or small enough to dodge would have a large crystal spike jab from the earth into its belly and envelope the creature in crystal. It's life, its genetic code and identity would all be absorbed and sucked up into the roots where it would be recorded. Imorii continued to hover and contemplated the vast knowledge she was absorbing making sure to collect as much as possible before the destabilized universe collapsed, but this did not stop her from sending a wave of stabilization that sapped energy from the surroundings and brought about lethal coldness to Ganon, Cirque and Shale's position. Imorii was confident it was not something that could be absorbed since cold was a lack of energy not a positive.

Natasha watched with amusement as the other Natasha transformed. She was not simply going to mimic the other, no, she was better and as such would make her own decisions and prove her individuality and value as a created being to exceed the original and not merely be some copy without an identity. Her fingernails extended into large crystal daggers each a foot long and they began to spark with black electricity. This element of darkness that was produced from them had no other magical property than to neutralize life. To kill life-force without even causing physical harm. The first thing she would do calculating the anger of the other Natasha is speak mocking her flawed existence. "I am Naij, your superior form, allow me to demonstrate your flaws." With that she spun forward slicing the air cutting glistening circles that spun hair thin loops of crystal around her like a defensive cage. This was no defense though and her first target was not Natasha but Celcius. With a driving uppercut her claws would spear upwards coming from super low aiming for the abdomen and stomach. The circling loops of crystal would form a nearly invisible bubble around her of about 2 feet from her body.

If the claws connected death magic would shoot out from the crystals and into Celcius while magic reserves would drain into the organic crystal and into Naij's bone structure.
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