The duel...

[pomfret]

"You make things too eassy," Toxin hissed, and gave a sharp, grating roar, before plunging forward. With that little chain of events, it was rather easy to see how Toxin's roar worked; it was a support ability, like Dexad's magic-voiding roar, and far more offensive than Nexus's spell-deflecting concussive blast. Toxin's roar created an air cutter with a twofold purpose: First, to inflict some preliminary damage.

The second? To poke a pinhole in the sound barrier, allowing its user to plunge into supersonic speeds at a moment's notice. Thus Toxin was by far the fastest of Dexad's bodies, in more ways than one. "Thisss fight endss here!" She skidded to a halt just behind Sam, opened her mouth wide; light gleamed from her fangs. With her rattling laugh sounding yet again, she clamped down on the girl's shoulder, to begin pumping her venom from all fangs.

Even if the girl couldn't die from the bite, it would still slow her down considerably.

[fierydeath]

sooooooo....... can i make a surprise entrance Tater?
[glow=cyan,2,300]BUT I WON"T BE USING LAVALING...I WILL USE SOMETHING OF THE SAME ELEMENT OF LAVALINGS FIRST BATTLE...[/glow]

[blobfish]

Sam didn't even see her opponent approaching, but it didn't bother her. She stood, feeling slightly annoyed, until she said "Umm...'scuse me, but can I point out a few things? 1) hanks to my armor, only 3 of your fangs are actually injecting me. 2) You're standing on my foot, which is annoying, and 3) That's not going to work. Y'see.." She raised her hand to the level of Toxin's head. On her palm, a glowing blob appeared, which had a faintly greenish hue. She said something, and he energy shot out, hitting Toxin in the head, and making her stumble backwards. Sam looked at her shoulder, which was starting to throb slightly. "My body rejects it. Posion isn't welcome, and it's sent straight back out." She walked forwards, but stumbled slightly. "Owch. However, that was strong posion. I daresay I won't be able to use this arm until it heals in all of what....5 minutes maby?" She prodded her shoulder, and winced. "Ouch. That wasn't a very nice thing to do, y'know. Heh...you want to see a magic trick?" She said, grinning. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the packet of cheese again. Yoxin looked bored, but Sam continued anyway. She broke off a lump of cheese, and set it on the floor. She started muttering something, and small bolts of lightning began striking the cheese. The cheese began to grow into a weird shape. After about 30 seconds, the cheese had formed a yellow spear, with blue electricity crackling along it. Sam said a word, and it rose to eye level. She clapped her hands, and it sped off towards her opponent. "I really do like cheese" she mumbled.

(I've gone insane )

[pomfret]

Toxin shook her head, feeling as though she'd run headlong into a brick wall. That was quite painful... but only hurt her pride. "You are worthy of my time," she hissed. "Neksssusss hassn't losst her touch...." That being said, she shot forth her air-cutter roar again, before kicking into hyperspeed.

If her fangs couldn't cut it, then the spines on her back and arms would. And the arrogant chit had revealed something she could do to lay her up: A fighter who was unable to fight for more than thirty seconds was immediately disqualified, or at least it had been that way the last time Toxin had fought in the arena. And--cheese spear or no cheese spear--the kind of magic this girl possessed undoubtedly required both hands, her tongue, and very possibly her feet as well.

Well, she was going to learn the hard way not to treat Toxin with that kind of attitude. Toxin fanned the spikes in her tail, readied her glands. This would be interesting....

[blobfish]

"Hmm, so suddenly you want to attack? Fine then. Don't mind me." Sam turned her back on the onrushing opponent, mumbling to herself. Toxic had almost hit her when she spun round, and shouted somthing. Yet more cheese appeared, forming a protecting sphere around her. Unfortunatly, the defensive move was slightly too late. A spike scratced across her arm, but most were safely deflected by her armour. The force of the strike set Sam staggering backwards, where she collided heavilly with a tree. She stood up, painfully, but was at least pleased to see that Toxin at least looked slightly dazed from the encounter. "What, you allergic to cheese or something?" she said, before almost falling over again. "Ah, screw this. It seem you arn't as weak as the others, after all." She ran forwards, leaping into the air as she did, hoping to be able to match Toxin's speed and agility. She swooped low over the battlefield, picked up her sword, and once more sought some refuge in the sky.

[pomfret]

Toxin hissed a threat, her voice sounding exactly like a rattlesnake's warning. "Thisss child will be the death of me...." She looked up, trying to get a feel for where the girl was.

Toxin, pass it off! Quick! We don't want her waking up!

Dexad is right, for once, Toxin. Shift back. We have awakened Xenon once. We have come far too close to waking her again!

Toxin waited for several heartbeats, looked back toward the heavens. "If the likes of her are required to defeat thisss chit," she murmured to herself, "then ssso be it."

You have no idea what you are doing! Are you in earnest, Toxin!?!

Toxin, let me have another go. It's not too late to...

It is too late.

Toxin froze in pain, raised her voice in a high-pitched keening. Once again, metal flowed over her body as the demon who dared call herself one of Dexad's personas took over, forced her away from the reins. Her fur smoothed over, but the quills remained, becoming stronger than the bone of a dragon. Long, tapered wings sprouted from her shoulders; the claws of her right hand blurred, joined with the flesh. The outline of leather straps appeared on that forearm, while the familiar lines of Nexus's hard scales appeared on her throat and belly.

Her head hung as the metal faded. Her hide and scales were blacker than pitch, marked with scarlet runes around her face, hips, and shoulders. The spines on her back were also red, theirs the shade of blood. Her right hand looked as though it had become simply three tentacles bound together by the leather straps on her forearm. But that was by no means the worst of it.

This new being appeared as simply a hodgepodge of Dexad, Nexus, and Toxin physically. From the grating cackle her throat gave now in her triumph over her weaker selves, she was a complete turnaround mentally. Of the last of the trio, her spiritual self, none could tell. The aura projected by a creature came from its soul; this one was a complete and utter void where that was concerned. Even a perfectly normal human could feel its absence.

Its absence was probably something Sam would be grateful for. Xenon was gifted with unholy powers, that was a certainty. There was no telling what evils that aura would reveal, what horrors it could tell her that this creature was capable of bringing into being.

Xenon lifted her head at last, found Sam without moving, and bored into her mind as their eyes met. Yes, Sam knew her now. And the other way around, as well. The one thought that the demon let flow into Sam's mind was not a greeting, not a threat... but a promise. The nightmare of Xenon's mismatched eyes--one a normal emerald green, the other a red the color of blood with a vertical yellow slit for a pupil--would haunt her for the rest of her life.

No matter how short that life may have suddenly become.

[blobfish]

(I don't have time to post right now, but can I just say, I am seriously likeing your RP style. But don't think I'm going to let you win )

[blobfish]

Sam shook her head, trynig to rid her mind of the alien thought. NO! I will win. Get out of my head!. She ground her teeth and cleared her mind, but a faint trace of alarm and fear still lurked at the back, hideing from the terrible entity before her. "What the f*** are you?" she snarled to the monster, glaring at it. She let out another snarl, and dived down towards Xenon. She held out her hand, and lightning stremed in front of her, turning her into a human arrow.

[pomfret]

Fear and anger... exactly what Xenon wanted. As predicted, Sam had come forth blindly, trying to conceal her newfound insecurities with reckless bravado. Xenon sidestepped the shot, and followed through with a hyperextension of her tentacle fingers, swinging what may as well have been a trio of living spears at the girl to smash her against the ground. The demon retracted her fingers with a sickening snap.

Xenon's next move was to stamp one of her feet onto Sam's back, between her shoulder blades. Extending another finger, she traced lazily around the girl's head. So many weaknesses, was one of her idle thoughts that she allowed to pass into Sam's mind. So many ways to drop you where you stand.

She let up, retracting her finger again. But I digress. I am interested to know why Toxin could not defeat you and still allow me to sleep. With a feral snarl, she grabbed the back of the girl's breastplate and hurled her across the arena like a Frisbee. Stand and fight, mortal!

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[Behold! A mere taste of Xenon's power! This is the first time I've ever used this aspect of Dexad in a duel....]

[blobfish]

Sam landed heavilly on the ground, and lay thre for a minute, breathing heavilly. She raised her head off the floor, only to fall back down again.

"What's this? Has Sam fallen? well, it looks like the winner of..."

Time turned to treacle, and the lights blurred. Sam's imidate feeling was of freedom. Disembodiment. Release. She sighed, and watched the air swirl her last breath away. She closed her eyes, and accepted it. the blackness muffled her, and she stopped breathing.





A thought, clear as the sun, flashed past in rainbow colours. Why? Why should I give up. I'm stronger than this. Arn't I...?........YES. AND YET YOU GIVE UP? RETURN, OR EXIST FOREVER HERE, WITH NOTHING BUT THOUGHTS. RESENTFUL THOUGHTS TO TORTURE YOUR VERY SOUL..

A flashing arc of light burst into existance, filling the whole world with light, sound, and pain. Sam opened her eyes and gasped. She rose unsteadilly to her feet, pain lacing through her body with every movement. "For f***'s sake, why can't you just let me die when I want to?" she shouted, apparently at no-one. She had planned to die, spend a couple of weeks drifting, then come back and start fighting again. But no luck. The old man always had to interfere. Still, the insights she gained from death experiences were always interesting. She looked over to where her opponent was walking towards her, looking bemused due to her sudden outburst of madness. Sam smiled weakly and raised her sword. "Looks like I'm still here, so we may as well finish this. After all, you look like the least likly of the four to want a chat." She stared Xenon in the eye, totally immune to her fear tactics. She had seen through them. "but don't expect me to act like a headless chicken again."

[pomfret]

Xenon laughed, a grating, mirthless cackle that chilled the listener to the marrow. She spat to one side, and her spittle hissed and popped as it hit the ground, eating into it like acid... which it was. She began to pace through Sam's line of sight, always keeping one of her two different eyes on her opponent, trying to catch her in a moment of weakness.

"Your courage is admirable, mortal," she said at length, in a voice that was, if possible, more chilling than her laughter. "However, courage alone will not defeat me." Her voice changed abruptly, right back to Dexad's. "Strike her down quickly! Once awakened, Xenon destroys everything in her sight!"

Xenon shook her head. "I do my weaker aspects the favor of defeating you for them, and this is how they thank me." She sucked in a breath, and gave a nasty, high-pitched roar. The concussive force created a spreading dome around her body that sheared even the very rock beneath her feet. Those members of the audience nearest to her gave agonized screams in their death throes, while those further away covered their ears.

When the episode was over, orbs of light formed in each of the dead spectators' mouths, and flowed toward Xenon's as she sucked in her next breath. She had killed those who were against her and devoured their souls for her own power! And from the sounds of things, the announcer was either stunned, dumbstruck, or one of the dead now.

"Show me more of your admirable courage, mortal," she snarled, flexing the fingers of her right hand. "You are one of the few who deserve such an honor. Show me what ice runs in your veins, mortal, and give a challenge worthy of my attention!" She thrust that hand forward, and the tentacle-fingers extended, once again becoming living spears....

[blobfish]

Sam leapt to one side, evading the first strike of the hand, somersalted, and flew up a few feet. She glided away from the fingers at the same time as she sent a barrage of lightning and fire darts towards them - she no longer used the stupid mumbling and hand gestures, which was all for show really. It only made the magic slightly easier. The darts hissed through the air towards the spear fingers. Some missed, some clattered harmlessly off the skin, but most met their mark. Xenon hissed in anger, and hopefully in pain as the darts ripped into her hand. "And by the way, you should know that I'm neither mortal or immortal. I am something else entirely. A combination of the two, to be precise." She smiled and clapped her hands. Several copies of her sword appeared in the air in front of her. She signaled, and they shot off towards Xenon, weaving in and out to make them harder to dodge.

[pomfret]

Xenon retracted her fingers with a snap, then pumped her wings to bring herself up to Sam's level... through the rain of swords! It was as though she neither cared nor wanted to care about what happened to her body, so long as it got the job done. Whichever it was, her attitude was justified: As the blades cut into her flesh, her flesh sealed itself shut with a short burst of white light.

"What a pity," she murmured. Mortal and immortal. Just like her. "Yes, what a pity that you will not be free to pester me for much longer!" And she began working her own magic, casting alternating bursts of flame and ice to try to catch the girl off guard, while occasionally firing off a pulse of wind to negate incoming spells. Xenon was definitely a pro at her game.

[fierydeath]

[glow=cyan,5,000]Hahahaha! I have been watching you, and i am very impressed... but this ends here![/glow] A pillar of ice crashed through the ceiling, and then shattered leaving behind the ice carved into the shape of an extremly bulky man. There was an eerie silence, then the man looked up, with bloodshot eyes. He then ran up to Sam and grabbed her head and smashed it on his knee, and transformed his arm into a sharp, pointy blade of ice and sliced at Xenon's neck. [glow=cyan,5,000]hahaha! survive that![/glow]

[fierydeath]

btw if you don't want it here, answer me next time