[R2-B9] Orion vs. The Professor

[Grace Falls]

Arena: Hall of Infinity – Malign Deconstruction
This arena is a room that stretches endlessly into the horizon, thus no walls contain this place. However, there is indeed a black and white tiled floor, akin to a chess board, and a faint aqua colored crystal ceiling. The crystal ceiling blocks a destructive liquid that will annihilate anything it embraces. There is an infinite amount of golden pillars that are separated equally in distance. Similarly, there are chandlers set identically. The measurement from floor to ceiling is about a hundred meters.

Conditions and Restrictions:

• One cannot escape the Hall.
• The ceiling can be shattered, but NOTHING can affect the liquid. It will automatically kill your character.
• You will start the battle as deities or near-god entities
• However, you will constantly lose half of your power after your second post. (third post: 1/2 of your power is lost. Fourth Post: 1/4 of your original power remains. Etc.)
• On the sixth post, both characters will regress to a powerless state and will only be able to use their physical prowess.
• The arena is generated by the “Malign Deconstruction” and therefore, your characters are “dying” but do not lose stamina, vitality, or anything physical.
• If one does not kill the other, both will die after their seventh post. The winner will be picked on terms of what he provided with their posts.

Rules:
Please PM Silverslide and Me your templates. The templates shouldn’t be too long nor super complex. Also, when the battle commences (whenever a participant posts chooses to post), both of the characters are within the hall. The first post cannot be a killing attack, since the first post is meant for both participants to “settle in,” if that makes sense. Please keep in mind you are losing your power at a rate of negative one-half, and as both of you are experienced battlers, use your best judgment to how much power your character has left. If the judges and the other opponent do not seem the loss of power is reasonable, notification will/should be made.

Best of luck.

 

[Grace Falls]

Re: [R2-12] Orion vs. The Professor

Also, both parties must provide a description of their character on the first post. I will assume both of you do know what to write.

 

[Professor Ven]

Re: [R2-11] Orion vs. The Professor

Outside, the air wracked with cries of bewilderment, the sound of blades crashing down into foes with a knee-jerking crush. The incessant sobbing and weeping of the would-be-foes of the Light would have broken any lesser commander - he was not.

The metallic, pitch black cane clicked, even when venturing through the grassy, blood-soaked, muddy plain; a touch of a dying foe's mind by de Requesicat's sent those babbling baboons to the Long Sleep. Eyes, cold and harsh, yet hiding a hidden smile within their depths, could have been named kin of the cane Marquis seemed to walk alongside. The ring on his finger, so simple, yet full of meaning - the half-white, half-black symbol was nothing to be ignored. The many metals of a victorious general adorned the left side of his dark green coat, all twelve of them; the military jacket's divided coattails gave him ease of movement, the white tunic underneath tucked into blank dark brown leggings. The belt worn around the waist was just as nondescript, save for the buckle, seemingly forged of the same metal as the cane.

He was morbidly thankful for the cobbler who had made the fine, black leather boots which covered his socked feet. Had it not been for the very artistic, nay, Maker-thought invention, Marquis de Requesciat would have been trudging through mucking blood and dirt. Thoughtfully scratching at his goatee and beard formed only around his lips and lower jaw comprising of the chin area, the hair itself a dark black, streaked with gray, much like his well-kept hair, the Conductor peered down at the hastily put together map table, various odds and ends serving as symbols for armies.

"Take the south road down, and ensure that bloody passage isn't blocked already, and you, take the rest of the men up along the northwest. Pincer them, cut down stragglers, then divide into phalanxes, archers in the middle, pikemen in the front and rear, swordsmen charging from the flanks. If they run, the southern half should cut them down." he finished his orders, and the officers rushed to their duties.

It was then that the bloody Light took a hold of him . .


And planted him on an ki'rhal board, completely devoid of pieces, with pure golden pillars, he noticed. And yet, at the same time, the place seemed. . . endless. A wave of his hand, a nudging of thought, and a wooden chair emerged from nothingness, a small table with a teapot ready to be drunk, and mismatching cups and saucers along with it's appearance.

The Conductor was never off-edge, as he proceeded to seat himself, pouring some tea, adding five sugar cubes and a healthy swish of cream into his tea, sipping it nonchalantly, black eyes leering into the vast emptiness. With a sudden jolt of hysterical ponderance, he realized the most dreadful action he had taken - not leaving a seat open for uninvited guests; after all, he was just as uninvited, wasn't he? He summoned a second chair, plush, soft, and comfortable, with gilding along the edges, and red velvet cushions. After all, nobles loved that sort of thing, didn't they?

Marquis de Requesciat gripped his cane casually, fingers toying with the hand-held partition of it in seamless thought.

 

[Orion]

Re: [R2-11] Orion vs. The Professor

A ring of writhing, brilliant blue spun in the void. A neutron star, warped into a torus, spun a billion times a second, and it was the the size of a city. The gap at it's centre was five metres wide, and although empty, it was the point where the equivalent of the bent star's 'poles' lay, in the exact same spot. Lines of electromagnetism more powerful than at the core of his own people's native sun intersected and looped and vanished and reappeared all in that tiny spot. And Thor was going through that.

The sense of scale in space - for anything big or small - was always misleading, but as he hovered in the swathe of particles surrounding the neutron star - which, through electromagnetic alchemy created air to breathe - Thor stood at a daunting three and a half metres tall. Muscles large and dense remained motionless as he focussed his powers upon the star, steadily pushing it closer and closer to collapsing into a black hole. His dull-blonde hair, held in various locks by rings of silver and gold, waved gently in the sea of charged particles, bathing him in a pale, violet glow. His ears registered only the sound of his own gentle breathing, and the combined crackle and hiss of the diffuse cloud around him, as electrons were swapped innumerably and atoms torn apart and reassembled as their now-neutron forms were added to the bulk of the star. The cloud was fading, too, and quickly. Faster and faster, even, as Thor pushed it hard as he was able, keeping himself enveloped in a shallow veil so that he could still breathe. When he felt the appropriated portal reach its critical mass, he unfolded his crossed arms, revealing a chest littered with old and long-healed scars, and parted his dark-trousered legs.

One arm glinted by what was worn upon it - a dull gold pauldron and a few extra plates just down the arm and on the shoulder and chest. The other glinted because of what it was, a superconducting metal, light but strong and dense. A solid mass of a rare and miraculous miracle that was shaped with all the detail of an actual arm. It was with this arm that Thor pointed a single finger to the empty centre of the star, and a bright shockwave bursted out from it as the star began its rapid collapse into a singularity. A highly unusual singularity - that formed in a thin ring at the centre of the star's toroidal shape, but that served to only further amplify the forces acting at its centre the longer he left it. Which was not very long, because when a star collapses in some circumstances, it can do so very quickly. In this instance, it was not a supergiant needed to shrink to a singularity. Here, it was the mass of an even larger star already down to the size of a city. Thor had seconds, and he didn't waste a single one of them, tugging as it were on the magnetic field lines that were even now snapping and reforming stronger than ever in the star's death throes. He gained fantastic speed as he soared towards the centre, the ring shape of the star already dimming and thinning as it was drained by the internally-forming black hole. As Thor met the centre of it, the star lost every risidual bit of light as it became a thing of infinite density, within which the smallest, most fundamental things in the universe are still broken down, and where time stops. Thor just beat it, and that was the idea, because that key moment gave this method of transportation its greatest potency.



Before he even opened his eyes, Thor was immediately aware he would not be leaving in a similar fashion. The physics of this world were instantly readable to him, and while there were still atoms and photons and overall similar things, the laws that governed them were too unfamiliar to Thor as of right now. He would be weaker, which hardly helped. How much weaker he did not know. He had known his greatest strength to emerge in combat, and they may have been just what he needed. Opening his eyes, he now saw the immediate infinity he had perceived, a hall of black-and-white checkerboard floor, and a ceiling of aqua crystal. The gap between - filled with equidistant pillars in rows and columns - was thirty times Thor's own height.
Near the base of one column, diagonally to Thor's left, sat a figure of stature. He wore clothing of a formal nature archaic to Thor's modern people, and was seated in one of two chairs. Thor was uncertain how to approach him. His voyage to this realm was as the vanguard to conquest, and trying to sit himself down in such a seat would strip away any apparent formidable nature he possessed. Instead, he lowered himself a few metres and strode calmly over to the spare chair, placed a hand upon the back, and lifted a foot up onto it.
"A name from you?" Thor politely commanded, and the instant he received a reply, the voice again resonated confidently from his chest, without anger: "I am Thor," At the utterance of the last word, he yanked back on the back of the chair and stomped down on its seat, at the same time with his metallic hand rushing forward with an orb of lighting flashing into existence between his clawed fingers, ready to loose a stunning punch or arcs of lightning, depending on how his opponent reacted.

 

[Professor Ven]

Re: [R2-11] Orion vs. The Professor

"That's obstinately ridiculous, Thor. I give you a chair to sit in, and yet you demand a stool? Tsk. You seem confident of victory, yet have your anger wielded only as fuel for that insignificant strength. You're almost as bad as Kulen Thell Neraen; a pity." Marquis' face never revealed a smile, only his eyes dared to show the illusion of twinkling mirth. The twelve war medals that adorned the left side of his military jacket chinked and rung in screaming psalms.

"Even Tal'shendar himself would be wroth, and that bugger's as emotionless as a block of ice. Still, Hammer-Toter, should we begin such festivities? After all, we sit on a ki'rhal board, and even though you might not know of the name, most civilized beings know the object of any checkered board." He rose his arm calmly in a swift movement, the strange cane in a relaxed grip, black eyes viewing the lightning-infused hand before him. Clicker came down with resounding force, albeit more than any average, run-through-the-mill walking device, swatting aside the hand that dared become a bothersome acquaintance; not enough to harm, per se, but a simple, unspoken message that simply said: please kindly get off my command staff before being sent to the Abyss.

"You seem like a strong lad, Thor. Care to test your intelligence of anything other than tearing apart chairs, or is that simply too much for that overgrown mass of thought and meat to bear?" Twice Clicker pinged against the black square Marquis stood upon, and the small table and chair set, along with the teacups, vanished. A single, silent note followed a moment after, as if a bell rang somewhere in the distance.

Suddenly, thirty-two large, obstructive forms appeared both behind Marquis and Thor; each were divided into two regiments of sixteen, one white, the other, red. The front lane pieces of each lane were all soldiers, each one distinctly unique and dissimilar to the others, the back row populated with various figureheads, notably of both being the ancient, scarred lords of old who stood facing one another, finely stone-wrought crowns resting upon their brows. A closer inspection of any piece would reveal that, in fact, each piece had once been a person in life, now stone in death.

"Shall we perform well, Thor, in our dance of death? After all, you did break my favorite chair." de Requesciat's sinful vision gleamed with an unholy inner flame, as he lifted the lightweight, yet undoubtedly sturdy cane, the razor-sharp edge slicing the air in front of him as Marquis prepared for this sham of a duel.

"Aen gaurde, Thor. Let us enjoy this, while it lasts, no?"

 

[Orion]

Re: [R2-11] Orion vs. The Professor

Chess?

Fourteen millions years archaic, and every Viking warrior was taught the game, or at the very least made to understand its principles. The frontline warriors, even the strongest of berserkers they may be, were still fodder compared to the strength and value of the fighters who remained behind. The friendly leading force existed more or less only to dampen the opposing leading force. Mind you, the principles had to be adapted when the Viking empire expanded into space. The frontline, no longer thousands of warriors but possibly millions of craft - some piloted, most controlled in large squadrons by a single mind - was spread over a much greater area. Forces could be spread thin very quickly when engaging a wide swathe of opposition, a hard lesson learnt in the earliest days of Viking interstellar warfare. Soon, though, they learnt to form tight defences, to make careful use of every single little ship, regardless of speed or size or armament. Perhaps such adapted behaviour could be applied back unto the game they came from in their original form.

"I select red," spoke Thor, and continued "and if I may, move first." The pieces were smaller than him, save the warriors on horseback, who equalled him in height. He looked carefully at the eight monoliths of infantry, probing with eyes and senses that saw more than even the standard dozen normal beings possessed. Looking into the very structure of the pieces, he was pleased to note metals within them, minerals a plenty. With a hand extended forward, and careful direction of remote magnetic fields, a single red pawn slid forward on the board.

♜ | ♞ | ♝ |♛ |♚ | ♝ | ♞ | ♜
♟ | ◼ | ♟ | ♟ | ♟ | ♟ | ♟ | ♟
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♖ |♘ |♗ |♕ |♔ |♗| ♘ |♖

The piece slid forward effortlessly and in silence as Thor levitated it slightly over the ground, and after the motion was complete, before even waiting to view his opponent's consternation or action, he strode over to one of the thick, golden pillars that stood at each of the four corners of the chess board. Drawing back his hand, a second later and over the course of much less time, he jabbed his dark silver hand with lightning quickness into the column, a shudder running up and down its length from the momentum transferred, and from sublter, less visible disturbances Thor was already introducing into it as he began testing his powers in this new world.

((You're welcome for the chessboard formatting :B
saves us having to remember where we are))

 

[Grace Falls]

Re: [R2-11] Orion vs. The Professor

Both of your characters have now lost half of their power and this rate will now continue.

 

[Professor Ven]

♜ | ♞ | ♝ |♛ |♚ | ♝ | ♞ | ♜
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♖ |♘ |♗ |♕ |♔ |♗| ♘ |♖

The pieces sat before him, and, passing through the ranks of the white granite pieces in the front row, he looked each in the eye. They stared forward in blank, unconcerned looks, forever facing ahead infinitely. Tapping Clicker against the line of Soldjers, as if he were a young, meddlesome, mischievous boy rattling a stick against a neighbor's iron fence, a string of near-transparent, cosmic trailing from the butt end.

Suddenly, the pieces affected by the haze of magic sprung to life, their lifeless eyes looking to the Conductor, Marquis, for orders. He merely pointed towards the hulking, brutish Thor with Clicker, a silent nod from all seven of them, as the white Soldjers stomped forward, ceasing their march only to slice Thor's singularly moved piece in half.

Marquis glared in affront at the only piece that did not come out of unanimity - the last Soldjer piece had been turned to wood, so he simply lifted it with a second thought, turned it ablaze, and flung it in a haphazard movement in midair, towards Thor.

Fingering one of the twelve medals on the left side of his coat, de Requesciat smiled, and only frowned darkly towards the metal figure, his coal-dark eyes watching with inner glee.

"As I recall, Thor, I am the commanding officer, and as such, kneel, or embrace an old friend." No other cackle, nor battle cry accompanied the statement, save the shifting to a combat stance, Clicker gripped with both of his hands, the blade pointing out, prepared to strike, or to parry, as he walked forward, behind the seven Soldjers. The remaining pieces still remained inanimate behind.

 

[Orion]

A stomp - by all means mighty and powerful (for Thor was a strong man of massive stature) - thundered into the tiled ground, a web of cracks issuing wide from each smooth, ceramic piece that was so much as touching his foot. Thor's reactions needed no words, for the command of the Marquis was purely ridiculous and was such a vile concept within Thor's own mind that his revulsion could find no words, only the sudden and soon-fulfilled need to crush something with his anger. To the dismay of the quasi-God, that he would only notice later, the effect of the stomp wasn't as devastating as is usual. Acompanying the cracking of the tiles, they should have also crumbled to dust as a rippling wave of lightning ripped apart the atomic bonds in them. For now, Thor didn't notice because he was currently reshaping his arm at an agonisingly slow rate.

As the wooden pawn piece soared towards him, the long blade that was coming to replace Thor's metallic hand hadn't even grown sharp yet, and when the flaming soldier was directly in front of it, Thor resorted to simply bashing it out of the way with a wide swing of the arm. As the blade grew and refined its shape, he yelled out to the Marquis - 'And you called me obstinately ridiculous! You appear to possess distinction and quality of character, yet you have no respect for the status of one pitted against you. No, your arrogance would likely stem beyond that - you'd demand I kneel before you had I not attacked you.' Thor resolved to punish him as the shape of his hand was lost in the keen sharpness of the blade.

A leap upwards and forwards, and Thor landed atop the shoulders of the queen piece. Placing his hand on her head for support, he jabbed forward and down with his blade, and pierced the head pawn in front of him. The blade lingering, red lightning arched around it and was trandferred to the pawn before it, in part, melted, but mostly exploding, clearing the path for the queen. Still a single move had not actually been made, and Thor commanded her royal highness of a statue forward, cleaving with a wide horizontal swing the heads off three of the Marquis' encroaching line of pawns.

The queen accelerated on her march forward, but when she met the line of the enemy's army, Thor prepared to dismount the piece, while doing so he stabbed down the entirety of his sword through the head of her majesty, spines growing out of the limb as it nestled within her. As soon as the spines gave anchorage to Thor's inside-grip of the queen piece, he used his other hand to lift the bottom of the piece up, and in one smooth motion, swung the piece from behind him, around to his right, and across his front, tracing a line of pure blunt force right at the Marquis' royal pair.

They crumbled before him, but he knew it was not a properly-won victory. Still with the queen lanced through the head, he levelled that arm directly at the Marquis, as orange lighting rippled down the silvery arm, as the blade lost its spikes and Thor's queen piece rocketed towards his enemy.

 

[Professor Ven]

Madly, he danced,
A whirlwind of terror in
Repose, reciting ancient
Quotations, as if in military
Uniform, the ranks before his
Insight, as he doth parried and thrust,
Singing evermore the ballad of war.

Deadly is his skill, and
Evil shudders within his stepping.

Repeatedly, his blows
Echo through the endless halls,
Queuing the sword's slash in an
Undulating series of strikes,
Endless in its charge, the
Servile defender of all, this
Canny, crafty, fellow always
Intuitive of his opponent, leaps
At the first sign of victory, letting
Then his triumphant laughter be heard.

 

[Orion]

Focused as Tyr.

Eyes that had seen entire planets planets eradicated, species purged, and stars dimmed to nothing now traced with keen notice the thrusting paths of the Marquis forward assaults, and the arching swings that threatened painful slices deep through flesh. Thor never missed a beat, seeing every strike that was made at him, knowing exactly where it would strike him should he move this way, or that, or remain still.

Swift as Sleipnir.

For his size, Thor dodged and weaved quickly, weathering the brilliant assault from an opponent who ought to be much weaker than he was. He was certainly smaller, but made up for it with zeal. The Marquis appeared to have given up on the game of chess entirely now, for he was now advancing away from it as steadily as he was able to deliver difficult jabs and swings to his towering opponent.

Perceptive as Heimdallr.

As the Marquis' onslaught drew on, slow imperceptibly, Thor allowed his opponent to settle into a rough pattern, through which Thor tested hm to better understand his future actions. A concession of a light cut - tiny nicks that only barely made scratches on his metallic arm - were hastily followed up by a flurry of sudden jabs that prodded with lethality at any inch the Marquis could reach that Thor wasn't being particularly careful of.

Cunning as Loki.

A wide sidestep allowed Thor to unleash a single punch that struck his opponent on the shoulder as he was unleashing a veritable storm of rapid and wide-flung forward thrusts, sending his opponent sideways, striking one of the gold columns at an oblique angle that the Marquis then used to continue rolling around to place the column between both of them.

Fluid as Njordr.

Following the punch through, Thor shifted his momentum forward to bring himself nearer to the column, though he did not move to circumnavigate it to reach his opponent. Rather, a leap from a single bent knee lifted Thor up by his own height, and powerful fingers still feeling some power from otherwise dwindling abilities, met the otherwise-hard pillar as soft, and similarly with feet and hands, made his way around the column above the Marquis.

Glorious as Ullr.

A last swing of his whole body when he was half way around the pillar, and Thor let go of it completely, with the last of his contact turning his body near to upside-down, as he began to fall, his bladed limb levelled straight down at the Marquis, his flesh-and-bone hand digging into the side of the pillar for a single, powerful pull that accelerated the warrior faster than any unaided fall will.

I am worthy of walking Asgard's halls...

With slowness that was equal part excruciating and gratifying, Thor saw the Marquis' head completing its lift, having only less than a second ago noticed Thor's particular position, but his eyes - moving faster than his head - noticed the foe rocketing towards him, even at this instant his muscles were springing back into activity, but for both combatants, neither could be sure if the Marquis would move quickly enough.

...But Valkyries! I will not enter its gates.

Not yet.

 

[Professor Ven]

As the great mass of bulky muscle came hurtling towards him, Marquis lifted Clicker, and held it in a defensive stance with both hands - one gripping the hilt, the other near the middle of the cane. De Requesciat knew all too well the situation of this strange, endless void of black and white - otherwise, the minor blow of his shoulder connecting into the wall via Thor's would have never been felt.

One day, Ezechel will burn in the fiery Abyss for this. He gave me in humility what the others would have asked in pride, and yet my power wanes? Here, in this Maker-forsaken place? Aolmpeghaa be damned! I serve all, while that mere deity serves none!

"Daedar glor'ar! Dagor'tel in ser'aran! Sal'vet, arkanii!" he cried in the tongue of the Heralds, those foul, misbegotten Light-Lords. He had always opposed them, unlike Kulen Thell, who had simply accepted their so-called leadership. Yet, here he was, the finest, most decorated general, the most cunningly intuitive bastard that had, and would ever walk the World, battling a monstrous brute. For the glory of the Builder! For the Light! Farewell, Guardian!

He shifted slightly, and blocked the seemingly unstoppable attack, causing the Hammer-Toter's weapon to stop at an angle, and as Thor came closer to the ground, Marquis held this giant of a man's blade only a few mere inches from his face; he could see the niches and notches of the blade, where it had been used before. His feet planted behind him onto the black chess square, Marquis pushed back after Thor's momentum hit, sending the man, his arm still dug into the golden pillar, soaring a few feet into the air, before slamming against the now destroyed pillar's mirror twin. An eye for an eye, a pillar for a pillar, he mused, almost raggedly.

Once more, as long ago, Marquis felt the mere beginning of tiredness, his mental power bereft of any solitude for him. Clicker pinged and clicked with pealing sounds, as the Conductor hummed strangely, walking steadily towards Thor, who by now was already getting back up, the twelve medals on the left of his coat tinkling their own, delicate chimes. As Marquis de Requesciat neared his opponent, he lifted the obsidian cane, smiling, black eyes peering up towards Thor.

"Once more, this dance with swords, I think, no? Aen gaurde, Hammer-Boy."

Farewell, Quel'loyen, you self-righteous ingrate. Always hated your all-goodness. And as for you, Kulen, you were always one to think you could lead people on strings, spoiled snob. Cane's razor-sharp edge outward, he lunged, laughing madly as their blades met.

 

[Grace Falls]

This was a really great battle, I enjoyed reading it. However, even though both of you guys are excellent writers and battlers, I would have to give this win to Orion. My reason being, that he executed his attacks with great detail, and they were quite different each post. This was a close battle, since both of you had your strengths and weaknesses, all being different. I particularly liked how the Professor contributed in furthering the battle, and making it more interesting by using the chess pieces and writing in poetry. However, you seemed to fall back in making your attacks sophisticated and interesting, compared to Orion's. Lol, just take this as constructive criticism. You'll be better than Orion in a few days :tongue:! hehehe

 

[Professor Ven]

This was a really great battle, I enjoyed reading it. However, even though both of you guys are excellent writers and battlers, I would have to give this win to Orion. My reason being, that he executed his attacks with great detail, and they were quite different each post. This was a close battle, since both of you had your strengths and weaknesses, all being different. I particularly liked how the Professor contributed in furthering the battle, and making it more interesting by using the chess pieces and writing in poetry. However, you seemed to fall back in making your attacks sophisticated and interesting, compared to Orion's. Lol, just take this as constructive criticism. You'll be better than Orion in a few days :tongue:! hehehe

-knew secretly all along the win would be given to Orion; giggles in glee at such peon common tongue-flapping, and returns to his hobbithole of death and fun in all it's Tolkien-esque manure fields-

Trolololol lollol trolololol

8P J00 so silleh brah.