Mesiphidon Dra'sen VS Corban Aleister [Unranked]

by **Arbitrator** Thu Sep 22, 2016 12:06 am

Corban Aleister has challenged Mesiphidon Dra'sen for an Unranked match. The standard rules apply, five day post limit. The challenger has been summoned to the Amphitheater first. Once both participants have arrived combat begins immediately.

by Demon Testicles Thu Sep 22, 2016 12:14 pm

Corban had arrived in the pocket dimension first. At first, he seemed discombobulated by the abrupt summoning. When he was able to process where he was, he Shook it off prepared himself. “Brrrrrrr, never get used to that.” He'd mumble to himself before Checking his weapons. He had a twelve foot yari in hand. This rotated casually in front of him as armor was formed on his person. A set formed that was vaguely similar to far eastern design. Most pieces were banded together and flexed as he moved. Large pauldrons were fixed on his shoulders on either sides of a monstrous skeletal helm. Now that he was present, all he had to do was wait for his competition.

by **Mesiphidon** Fri Sep 23, 2016 1:57 am

It wasn't often the Emperor agreed to these small bouts, perhaps he had grown restless and felt the need to move. Perhaps it was knowing that he would see none climb through Sanctum's games to challenge him otherwise. The insurmountable wall of combatants that blocked the path of any would be challenger.

He heeded the summons, allowing his Avatar to shift through the confines of time and space to the floating battleground. Stepping from the air as if he had always been the Emperor cut an imposing figure. Standing at a height of 6'8 with broad shoulder and a thick build that made most human men seem small. Almost unruly snow white hair capped a head and face framed by a similar beard.

The fur mantled cloak fastened by the twin lion crests of Celesin settled around his form as he stopped. With his torso wrapped in the almost chitinous scale like breast plate. His fingers flexed as he adjusted the vambraces along his forearms. Fire lit eyes taking in the one who had mustered the courage to challenge him. His gaze weighing the man and assessing his armaments before deciding how he might engage this round.

"A bold choice child, to call me out. I certainly hope you can keep your wits about you." Mesiphidon had chosen to forgo his armaments for the time being. Instead the blazing white fires of his vision intensified as flows of Core Magi threaded through his arms. His hands seeming to distort as the heat emanated from his now burning grip. Molten fingers flexing as the blaze of white fire lace up his arms and he began a slow walk towards his foe.

"Come then, I will gift you the first assault before I put you on your heels." Even among the Dra'sin his hubris was daunting. An unshakable confidence born from eons without a true contest. Despite the implicit arrogance Mesiphidon's tone was neither taunting nor mocking. His suddenly seeming like a coiled spring as he made his slow approach.

by Demon Testicles Fri Sep 23, 2016 2:28 am

Corban was a titanic figure. His build was herculean. His limbs were about as muscular as they were long. His trunk appeared massive beneath his armor. Most of his bulk was centered around here. He was somebody whom appeared sturdy with much core strength. His height was superior to the body in front of him at 7'6''. Standing before one another were two mountains of a men.

Whereas they both possessed the builds of warriors and were dressed with equal intent, the personalities perhaps couldn't contrast more. The imposing and mighty greeting of the God Emperor was met with something enthusiastic, overjoyed to be in fact. Almost as if the first response was meant as a complement, features beneath the scary bone like mug of his great helmet, His eyes widened with wondrous surprise. The hinged of the jaw opened exposing a mouth guarded with a cage of elongated teeth.

“I try to be! I've been practicing!” Having not forgotten he was in the field of battle, he Steeled himself. As the avatar prepared itself, Corban watched, almost bedazzled by the visual display of the other. He wasn't as ignorant as his excitement lead on, which was why he didn't forfeit his weapons seeing Mesiphidon's image sporting none. That crazy display no doubt qualified as something exotic and martial. Immediately, He squared up.

His Body turned to the right. He held the twelve foot yari pointed down, but lifted at a high leverage. His right hand supported the backside near his shoulder whilst the left grasped the upper segment which was near his hip. He chose to strafe as Mesi strolled towards him. Gradually, he would begin to close in. He intended to get within thirteen or so feet of the God man before considering testing the waters with offense.

by **Mesiphidon** Sat Sep 24, 2016 12:16 am

The Avatars steady pace never altered, instead as the distance closed and Corban began to try and circle strafe Mesiphidon's stance altered. His right foot slid as his left arm came up to about shoulder height. The fist half closed as he stepped again, outwards towards Corban's right side. The step would move him off the line of direct attack as well as beginning his movement inside the initial threat range of the Yari.

Despite the step forwards, Mesiphidon made no aggression. He had given his foe the first move, and he would not rescind on his words. His actions were simply a means to jump start Corban's hesitance, forcing him to react.

If still he did not react Mesiphidon would take another step towards Corban's right and deeper into the Yari's threat range. All while maintaining his positioning with his staggered left hand hand shoulder facing his foe. Mesiphidon's right hand closed momentarily as the inferno along his arm flared up. As his hand opened he rose it to hover over his abdomen.

The time for talking was over, the intensity within the Avatars eyes increase, a signal that Corban better make his first move count.

by Demon Testicles Sat Sep 24, 2016 1:22 pm

The Emperor stepping forward perhaps hustled Corban, for immediately, his pace changed when the step was taking towards him. What he assumed was a bracing position had been taken. As the right area of his body was stepped towards, Corban took a longer step to try keep them both facing each other. He didn't react immediately, but it was easy to assume that the step up was what lead to Corban's choice to attack.

The doge man intended to keep him at the edge of his reach and would begin to attack to make sure it stayed that way. He fed the yari through his left hand. The bladed tip of the weapon traveled in a slight upward arc as his right hand lowered, maneuvering the shaft to straighten out. The tip was directed towards the other man's abdomen at first.

As he delivered the initial thrust, His feet reamained stationary. The left was pointing down Mesi's line of symmetry as the right was directed straight down Corban's right. He appeared considerably shorter as both of his knees were bent and his stance was wide.

by **Mesiphidon** Sun Sep 25, 2016 2:13 am

And so it began, Mesiphidon's fire lit eyes regarding his opponent as he took the first move. The larger fur clad opponent had done as the Emperor predicted, most did. Stepping off the line of attack and to Corban's right would have forced Corban to adjust his thrust for the Avatar's abdomen. As the thrust came Mesiphidon's left wrist turned and his arm extended. Reaching past the blade of the Yari as it was thrust. Acting as a deterrent while the molten hand closed around the weapons haft as Mesiphidon continued to step forwards.

His hand preventing the weapon from being able to be thrust as Corban intended, instead pushing the weapon to Mesiphidon's left and outside of his body. The ball of his right foot served as Mesiphidon's pivot point while his right stepped around. Mesiphidon pulled the spear back in his iron grip as the pivot stepped brought him deeper inside the Yari's range and past its threat. His right side and shoulder facing Corban now as the right hand took a secondary grip on weapon.

The weapon might succumb to the sudden onslaught of heat from his molten grip. Easily transferring along the length of the haft, if not outright igniting/melting at the points of contact. Roughly halfway down the length the Yari Mesiphidon's dual group would offer an arguably greater leverage to Corban's, and then Mesiphidon pulled, not just back but lifted. Bringing into play a portion of his titanic strength. Seeking to either yank the weapon from Corban's potentially burning hands, cause the haft to finally give and break. Or simply pull Corban into the air where the avatar would proceed to slam him back to the ground.

His gaze intensified as he began the flood Core Magi through his form, remaining latent for now, other then the increasing heat of his grip and arms. Corban had fought a pryomance before, but nothing the likes of the Son of Ruin.

by Demon Testicles Sun Sep 25, 2016 3:28 pm

Corban made sure that the spear was always under his control. Even whilst he thrust, the calculated reaction of Mesiphidon was met with an adjustment. His right hand pushed the back of the spear up as his left pulled down. The resulting motion would have redirected the spear head down in a circular ark. Providing that he was able to dodge the igneous grasp. This caused the thrust to end prematurely.

The feed was reversed with that display of dexterity. Both hands gradually distanced themselves from each other. The grasp of the right was much more firm, and resulted in commanding the location of the shaft versus the left which merely supported it's form.

In tandem with his upper body's actions, he'd push off with his left leg. His right foot slid back along the red dusty ground of the amphitheater with a soft grinding noise and a subtle plum of dust. He maneuvered hastily to maintain claim on his ideal distance from the Emperor. After exceeding shoulder width, his left foot would retract back towards him to complete his step.

Like a heavily defended Hornet, Corban's attacks would never prove to be all that intrusive or devastating, Possessing the superior reach with the Yari, he made for a second thrust. Provided there was no immediate response from the God-emperor, The aforementioned would witness the tip of the yari being directed towards his person again. This time, it was several inches lower than his abdomen

by **Mesiphidon** Fri Sep 30, 2016 1:20 am

Mesiphidon had warned the man, spoken with the simple finality of a warrior who had seen and done it all. Now it was too late, the Avatar was already passed the reach and range of the Yari. As his first step was off the line of attack and in tandem with the thrust, his hands parrying grab was simultaneous to the thrust of the Yari. Even if Corban managed to adjust the thrust's trajectory beyond the Emperor's initial grasp. It would be physically impossible for him to retract the long weapons thrust given the timings of the attacks.

Mesiphidon's rotational second step still commenced as planned, given his height and stride, the first and second steps would have easily closed his distance to the weapons midpoint. Mesiphidon was deep inside the Yari's range now but instead of reaching for the second grip with his right hand, the Magi flowing through his form was utilized in an explosion of body cascade. The ground beneath the avatar's launching left foot threatened to crater as he rocketed forwards.

The remaining seven of so feet of distance between the pair was closed in an instant, even as Corban tried to slide back to maintain his distance. Mesiphidon's right foot would land just outside Corban's left foot. With he Avatar's right leading, he utilized the speed and momentum from his forwards launch in his attack. Hips rotating and shoulders rotating as the right molten fist was delivered in a brutal straight thrust directly towards Corban's solar plexus. His left hand held half raised in defense would move to grab the weapon's haft between Corban's grip. The heat of the grip would rapidly transfer along the weapon as intended before.

And as before acts as means to not only loosen his grip which would result in a disarm, but interfering with the weapons path prevented Corban from properly defending from the jab that with Mesiphidon's strength and the added momentum of the rapid dash would be quite punishing.

Of course there was also the growing heat to deal with, and the molten fist had a high probability of incinerating the clothes he wore as well as leaving quite the burn along with potentially broken ribs and a winded opponent. The Emperor's fire lit gaze was intense, and his assault had only just begun, whatever hopes his opponent had of retaining the offensive or flow of battle were dust in the wind now.

by Demon Testicles Wed Oct 05, 2016 3:28 pm

Corban was starting to come to the realization that this guy was the emperor for a reason. No matter how quickly Corban responded to the actions of the other man, He was crushing through what the poor Doge had never even thought of doing to begin with. Behind the visor of his skull like helm, his eyes had visibly widened with alarm when he realized that the avatar had easily cleared his threat range.

With his Body Majorly dedicated to the evasion and a second thrust he was met in the middle of this action. He took the initial thrust to the center of his trunk. The plates guarding his center mass absorbed the initial brunt. It was dispersed evenly over his chest. The superheated fist left a black scorch mark over Corban's chest. His reaction was pretty natural. The force against his chest caused him to groan loudly and abruptly as kinetic force compressed his ribs.

The weapon wouldn't last long between the grip of both titanic men, the fact that one of these hands was scorching hot and rapidly eating up the carbon within. The added stress of Corban's weight and mesiphidon's Force Caused a loud snap to reverberate between them and Corban to stumble. His right hand's iron grasp flexed against the final section of shaft that he remained control over.

Amidst the igneous heat in this proximity to the source, Corban's body had started to adjust. The essence laden in his flesh had begun to convert in reaction to the heat. Like a chameleon to physical stress, His body acquired a rapid tolerance to heat. The same thing had happened to his chest. His flesh and bones were modified around blunt physical trauma. It was akin to a mixing effect. The act of adaptation itself caused no significant energy spike as would flexing his entire body would have.

The segment of what was formally a proud spear would eventually clatter against the ground. Corban only had time to raise open palms towards towards Mesiphidon and hope to have the ability to react to what ever there was to come next. From what was displayed of his deific might, Corban could only help for a legion of whoopass to follow.

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