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Post by Deco on Feb 9, 2008 4:20:36 GMT -5
Makoa's movements were far too fast for even one such as Lord Deco to follow. The first blast caught him squarely in the chest before he could react properly. The area sizzled and popped as white eco met dark, forcing him a few steps backwards. Cursing himself, he quickly regained his balance as the force of the beam dissipated. He scarcely had time to look up before the next set of blasts were upon him. With movements that would have been impossible for even the most agile of humans, Deco fluidly dodged under and around the oncoming projectiles. He straightened up once more as the last of them surged past him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his enemy. No good, he was moving too quickly for Deco to even get a descent lock on his eco signature. "Coward." the monster hissed as he took on a wide, somewhat defensive stance. Tendrils of dark eco began to branch from his back, arching around his body like scorpion tails to face the direction from which he expected the attack. The tips of the tentacles condensed and hardened, becoming jagged dark eco crystals. His entire body blazed with hatred and contempt as he awaited the coming assault.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 11, 2008 11:53:00 GMT -5
The assualt was taking a good bit of energy to pull off, but Makoa would still be strong enough to hold his own. The distance closed in the breif time he has moving was unbelivable. Even with minor injuries his body performed in ways that continued to amaze. Yet all his efforts only seem to fuel the beast's rage, seemingly inflicting minimal damage at best. He had know way to guess what kind of state his adversary was in, other than that of rage. Still moving, Makoa darted closer and closer, eyeing the barded tendrils, sizing them up. Stopping all at once not 50 meters from Deco, Makoa cut two waves of energy through the air at him and lauch himself forward, fists glowing in preperation for hand to hand combat, an endeavor that he hoped would catch Deco off guard.
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Post by Deco on Feb 12, 2008 3:47:53 GMT -5
A maniacal grin spread across Deco's face. He drew back one energy laden fist and let loose a fierce backhand swing, shattering the waves of energy before they could reach his body. He could now see that Makoa was prepared to attempt a headlong assault... Fool. "So, this is how you choose to die?" Insane laughter split the air. "Very well, nuisance, you have troubled me long enough. I shall grant you the death that you so clearly desire!" Suddenly Lord Deco leapt forward to meet the attack as the countless tendrils lashed forward, dark energy coursing through each and every one of them. They whistled through the air like daggers, screaming for blood. They came at Makoa from almost every angle. A feral battle-cry that ripped it's way from Deco's Throat. He was mad with rage and bloodlust. He would not rest until he had littered this field with his enemies lifeless remains.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 12, 2008 10:50:51 GMT -5
Makoa dodged to the best of his ability as the tendrils ripped through the air, leaving bits of himself behind as his flesh was wrent by those that managed to catch him, and oh were there ever so many. Deep gashes had blossomed in magnificient patterns by the time he reached Deco's greater mass, his "body", striking forward with a furious punch, fist burning white, unleashing a barrage of attacks while attempting to simultaneously ward off his near-crippling blows.
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Post by Deco on Feb 22, 2008 2:45:22 GMT -5
The energy behind Makoa's assault seared Deco's very being, but the blows themselves were unable to make solid contact with his fluid body. All the while, he pressed forward with his multi directional onslaught. He lashed forward again and again with his many tendrils, desiring nothing more than to take his opponent apart piece by piece. He took in the pain that he was feeling, embraced it, allowed it to fuel his rage. He would not allow this insect to defeat him. Suddenly, Lord Deco ducked low under one of Makoa's punches. He formed his hand into the shape of a long, jagged blade. Then, without a moments hesitation, he lashed out with it in a furious uppercut, aiming for the spot just below Makoa's chin.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 22, 2008 7:22:37 GMT -5
Makoa drop his defeses completely to try and catch the blade as it sought its mark. He managed to get a handle on it just as it pierced his jaw, lifting high into the air like a fish on a hook, hands and flesh of his face searing from the pure dark eco that burned of the blade as an outlet for Deco's rage. Now open to attack, the tendrils not only found their mark, several jabbed deep into his body from all angles until he was like a plant with its many roots stretching through the air for sustunance. The smell of repugnate burning flesh filled Makoa's nostrils. Letting go of the blade with one hand, he loosed several quick, weaker eco projectiles at Deco's mass while attempting to raise a sheild around his body, trying to use it to push the invading extensions of Deco from his dying body.
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Post by Deco on Feb 23, 2008 2:10:27 GMT -5
Lord Deco held Makoa's body aloft as darkness blazed around him. A wicked sneer spread across his lips as his victim feebly tried to ward off the many tendrils that riddled his body. "Is this all that you have left? Pathetic." Suddenly Deco began retracting the tentacles from the temporary sheath that they had made of Makoa's body. Then, he swung the dangling figure hard into the earth and dislodged the massive blade, allowing it once more to take the shape of a human hand. He looked down imperiously at the broken and bloodied figure. "I am disappointed. You are the first creature to have held his own against me for so long. I might actually have called that a fight... but look at you now. Your no longer worth my time." He slowly raised his hand, palm open, towards Makoa. "Alas, all great things must come to an end. Farewell, Vermin." The world was once again bathed in an eerie purple glow as Lord Deco loosed a powerful blast of dark energy.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 23, 2008 10:38:30 GMT -5
Makoa watched as the massive wave of energy tore his way torwards him, his body far to damaged to make an use of his power, only able to stand resolutely in the face of oblivion, knowing that at least this way his soul would be free of torment. Dark Eco ripped through his flesh, skin and bone disintegrating, body ripping to pieces and turning from ash to dust to impercivable particles in the wind. Yet, when its was all over, Makoa had not been freed. Like a beacon in the dark, Deco's life force held him, and in The place of a physial being now shimmered an ethereal image of him, an insubstantial energy signature that held the shape of its original form. Saddness etched the features on this ghost's face, and indeed Makoa felt a great misery upon the realization that even death would not free him from torment. "DECO!!!!" cried the apparation as it glided toward him. He shimmered brightest as he neared Deco, agony twisting his features, seeming almost solid again right up until he let out a wail of pain and his "body" expelled itself in all directions, his very life force and all the energy that composed it assualting the area with the last attempt he had strength for.
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Post by Deco on Feb 26, 2008 1:45:14 GMT -5
Lord Deco could simply not comprehend what he was seeing. He had destroyed the wretch with his own hands... yet still he remained. He took an involuntary step backward as the phantom approached him, wailing his name. He threw his hands in front of his face as the radiant figure exploded outwards... an almost human gesture. Deco attempted to throw up a last minute dark eco shield to protect himself from the oncoming wall of brightness. White and dark energy collided as the wave slammed into his shield. He could feel his defenses weakening... there was something wrong. His rage, the very source of his power, was no longer the only thing that he was feeling. No, the beast now felt something that he had never once felt in his entire existence... uncertainty. He may not win this fight after all. Suddenly, his shield buckled and dissipated under the force of the relentless wave. Lord Deco's roar of anguish split the air as the energy engulfed him. He could only watch as his hands and then arms were utterly disintegrated by the burning light. It lanced through his body, scattering his molecules like dust in the wind. No, he thought to himself, he would not allow it to end like this.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 26, 2008 7:42:16 GMT -5
Makoa could feel himself fading rapidly, a greater part of his remaining power so foolishly wasted in such a desperate attempt. All he knew now was inconsistancy, the matter at hand even taking little precedence in his mind. Oddly, he thought for a moment about his youth. He never did find a purpose then, and now, here he was in yet another meaningless fight. And he could still not fade, losing his direction, his focus, he understood this being before him to be his enemy, that the anguish that he felt within him self came from this Lord of Darkness. Yet he found himself complacent, drained, without strength to act, nor the willpower. And he would continue to fade, save for the last bit of himself, his very spirit anchored to Deco, which would act as a curse on them both, no matter the distance between the two. Though Deco would of course have the luxury of ignoring this annoyance, It would be all consuming for Makoa's withering soul. As one final act torwards Lord Deco, Makoa passed silently torwards his damaged form, embracing him momentarily, then passing through him completely, White Eco against Dark Eco, quite the interesting sensation for them both. Makoa looked back at him once more, face expressionless, and his visage dissapated entirely. How disquieting it is to exist without ones body.
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