Grand Fleet

[Field Marshall]

Morgan saw someone fly to the ship he had destroyed earlier, he assumed it was one of the enemy and this was his chance to push bask the enemy. They couldn't replace the ship until the enemy were all defeated then the breach in the force field could be sealed. Morgan holding his blade which glew bright with his explosion energy, he propelled himself towards the ship with an explosion. He didn't even go inside the wreckage of the ship. He unleashed a scattered shot blast of explosion energy which bombarded the wreckage with multiple explosions all over the sheer number of them should makes hitting the target or at least forcing them out of hiding child's play. "If your still alive come and face me, coward." Morgan boomed.

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin grimaced and coughed violently as the chemical energy began working its way through his soul. "What....?" The ancient being questioned as he felt so much weaker compared to the first time he had been struck with this chemical energy. After a moment Nanautzin understood, he had prepared something special for Nanautzin. Since this was how the fight was going to be Nanautzin couldn't afford to roll over and die. If he fell here his children would be the ones to pay for his sins and that was something he couldn't allow.


"You aren't the only one who prepared for our next fight." Nanautzin said as his entire being seemed to become consumed with his viral energy and he disappeared into the web of membrane that covered the area around them. The color and composition of the membrane itself seemed to shift and change itself around Theon. " Adapt or die. That is the rule of the universe." Nanautzin's voice seemed to have changed as he had given himself to the darkness in an attempt to win.


The membrane launched an all out assault on Theon, attacking from multiple angles at once intent on turning him into a viral puppet.

 

[shadowz1995]

"Snakes of stone? Can't say I've seen this before. Color me impressed girl." He stated as he straightened his back with a genuine grin this time at being surprised. The girl might actually prove to be more of a challenge than he had originally planned....which was none at all. The warrior lifted his blade at the larger of the two serpents and he waited for the opportune moment. In a fluid, powerful motion the demon let's his blade rip into the large snake's mouth and he carves destruction, similar to how he had on the wall. The strike came vertically and with a great amount of density put into it at the moment of impact. As soon as his strike hit home he disengaged the increased density and hardened the majority of his body into his nigh impenetrable organic metal. Made of the same material as his blade, he increased the density several times over, essentially making himself a living armor. The serpent that had flanked and simultaneously attacked him would clamp down onto metal several times harder than itself, being made of stone. It probably didn't go so well for its fangs. "Stone is impressive girl but not as good as steel." Is what he said aloud but he had to admit (mentally) the sheer force of the bite was enough to hurt as if someone had punched him in the area and made it that I sore. The male's interest in the stone user was growing as he slammed a hyper dense fist into the back of the snake's rocky skull, more than likely disabled it and if not disoriented it for a bit with the mighty blow. 

 

[Rurnur]

Theon landed back on the ground, watching Nanautzin set up a new attack, preparing to evade whatever was to come. "Is that all? Coward!" Theon shouted and instead dashed forward, slicing through the thin membrane that attempted to latch onto him, heading straight towards the demon's resting place. Throwing his arm back, Theon charged his blade full of energy, the impact and strength of Aether combined with Chemical energy that he could pump into the demon's soul. "If you were looking to meet your end, you've come to right destination, demon." He growled while thrusting the blade directly into Nanautzin's soul, ignoring the membranes that had latched onto his limbs, already feeling the virus slowly eating away at his soul. But little did Nanutzin know, there was a reason Theon could afford to be reckless now.


@SleepyBuddha

 

[Archene]

Malesh Nytarr
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The Virus Immortal
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Malesh was nearly at the end of the wreckage's debris by the time the explosions hit the ship, in the end only making his give up a steady and stealthy retreat in exchange for a more hurried one. Mostly due to the fact of how an attack of such proportion is far more noticeable than others, but also because he suspected that the one causing these explosions was the same maniac to destroy the ship. If it was a Demon, great just opened a hole in the Great Fleet. If not, who'd be stupid or crazy enough to do that. His people didn't come here for that, so he could only imagine one of their own could have done such thing.


Ignoring the enemy's words, The Virus Immortal simply kept moving further away from the Great Fleet, sending half a dozen spikes towards the booming voice at near sonic speeds (if there was sound around for them to be compared to). The spikes were nearly the length of his own forearm, and if they were to hit, they get stuck, embedding themselves into the enemy's flesh.


@Raikou Kaminari

 

[Field Marshall]

Morgan saw the spikes or rather two of them and judged their senders former position by the angle. He propelled himself upward with a large high yield explosion allowing him to evade the spikes. He blasted towards where the spikes had come from not seeing the the one who fired them. He could only assume the one who did so was running away. If so Morgan would make sure to chase them out of the hole in the force field. He propelled himself with another explosion his feet looking as it they had thrusters built into them as he placed himself near the one way out and the one way in Grand Fleet. 


"Hello, Security Halls personnel send a replacement for one of the Outer Rim ship, I am currently guarding the hole in the force field. Please send one as soon as possible." Morgan radioed over his comm unit.


@Archene

 

[Whale]

Alvis Bo
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[SIZE= 12px]The Demon's taunting recoiled from her, the Air Immortal had no use to be affected by futile banter. It proved to have no assist in battles, so why even try. Keeping [/SIZE][SIZE= 12px]herself[/SIZE][SIZE= 12px] attentive, Alvis watched her opponent closely. Tentacles sculpted their way towards her, their bone tips shining with what little light was. A sigh came from her as she looked down, and propelled herself up, There was no need to go offensive in this small fight, and that would just give all the more reason to finish it quickly. But Alvis did not mind a drawn out battle. It just warmed her up for the future scuffles she might become entrapped in. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]The air immortal watched as the tentacles flew past below her, and then looked to her opponent. A very strange style of fighting. Savage and original almost, but if that is what he wished. Alvis tightened her grip on her staff, with the slightest of a smile on her face. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]@Destructus Kloud [/SIZE]
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[Kloudy]

William gave the immortal a quizzical look, why didn't she retaliate? Certainly, in battle one must choose survival over all else, it was indeed the very reason he existed the way he did now. But a battle also requires an attack from both sides, otherwise it becomes a hunt. Grinning again, the flesh demon was hurled towards his opponent at ridiculous speeds due to his appendages contracting after having sunk into the ship's hull. He collided with the immortal and they fell against one of the metal walls that was still intact. More tendrils appeared from Williams side and dug into the wall as he locked her in a death hug, trapping her, "Why don't you and I become one, miss? You'll find me to be very agreeable." He smiled charmingly despite the horrific monstrosity of a body his torso was becoming, numerous tentacles wrapping around them both and piercing the wall. And then his chest began to part, a dark layer of bloodstained teeth slowly revealing themselves from the mouth. 


"Most agreeable indeed..." It said in a deep, distorted growl. 


@Whale

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin thought it was strange for Theon to be blindly charging in the middle of his own membrane web. Something was very wrong here and he couldn't figure out what the ploy was. Nanautzin had the membrane  stab itself into him multiple times from the front stopping him and from the back the membrane crawled up from Theon's leg. Membrane began to spread from the spikes as well. Within Theon rendered immobile at least for the moment Nanautzin detached himself from the tattered membrane and started running off. He didn't need to be wasting time fighting this man. Even while he was running Nanautzin knew he wouldn't be able to contain the chemical artificial as even now the weakened membrane was falling apart. Nanautzin needed time to change the genetic code of his virus to counter the chemicals.

 

[Archene]

Malesh Nytarr
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The Virus Immortal
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The spikes seemed to not have hit anything in particular... but the continuous show of explosions still didn't make it all too hard for one to notice where the enemy was. Malesh briefly turned around so that he could face his enemy even on his retreat. He opened his arms and quickly closed them almost as if hugging an invisible body just in front of him.  Several circles of toothpick-sized spikes were sent towards the enemy with a larger, hand-sized spike being sent in the center forming the outer part of a cone. Outer circles being sent earlier to ensure that by the time the center one would reach the enemy's current location the small spikes would already be past it. This was to ensure that such attack couldn't be simply dodge, except by maybe absurd speeds even by the Immortal's standards.


After such brief motion, he turned around again continuing his attempt to flee. If the enemy continue to pursue him, all he had to do was to infect them to the point they couldn't handle fighting anymore. At least, that would be his usual mentality. The fight against the string immortal did tire him enough for him to only sparsely use his power... other than this brief, possibly unnecessary expense of energy.


@Raikou Kaminari

 

[Petroshka]

Acantha drifted in space watching the explosions and streaks of light in the distance, she couldn't help but think that it was all, beautiful her friends were fighting out there while Acantha was here wounded and resting. it was all very surreal to her 

 

[Field Marshall]

Morgan basically sat in the one place leading out of the Grand Fleet which was the hole in the force field. He saw the spikes as the entered his body filling his body with virus energy but not yet reaching his soul. He seemed to go limp and looked as if he was unable to protect himself or stop anyone from leaving. He looked like he was dying frankley and there was an energy build up in his body possibly from the virus energy. He took his aether syringe and placed it within the hilt of his sword likely for safe keeping. One could assume he was preparing to send it back to the Grand Fleet based on the way the situation appears.


@Archene

 

[Gabriel Forfax]

Using the moment while mortal brutally clashed against the serpent Gabriel ran forward, straight towards their skirmish. The blade of her scythe scratched the metal floor as she quickly closed in the distance, raising the weapon up on her shoulder and jumping on the rocky body of the large snake that tried to strike its enemy down from above. She ran up the serpent's back, stone faltering under her feet as the head of the now limp monster got crushed into pieces by the heavy sword. Officer took an extra jump and stood on the edge where the head used to be, raising the scythe from her shoulder. Gabriel looked down at the mortal and held her weapon in both hands as she focused her energy into it, extending its curvy blade further with aether and rock that had tinges of metal in it. The Reaper then swung her weapon down at the crimson warrior, light scythe cutting trough air on its way to her enemy's throat, the same enemy that just crushed the other serpent's skull.


@shadowz1995  

 

[Rurnur]

While his chemicals pumped themselves into Nanautzin's soul, Theon pushed and pulled, attempting to escape from the viral membrane. "You're in over your head, demon, you'll see." He gritted his teeth, pulling the blade out of the demon's soul and using it instead to free himself from the web. As Nanautzin left the scene, Theon holstered his pistol and clutched his chest, breathing hard as he finally collapsed onto one knee, using his sword to prop himself up. Shameful, he thought to himself, now able to drop the confident act. Slowing down the demon for his comrades was the least he could do, without resorting to the Aether syringe.


@SleepyBuddha

 

[Whale]

Alvis Bo
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[SIZE= 12px]A gasp escaped her as the Air Immortal found herself being [/SIZE][SIZE= 12px]careened towards the ship, her body slamming into it. Growling she ignored his mutters and regained her grip on her staff. What Alvis could not ignore, happened to be the mouth that appeared right before her eyes. A Demon he was indeed, as nearly nothing had made Alvis as disgusted a Demon. Or mortal food, both were equally horrific, as men worshiped them like saints. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Focusing on her escape, Alvis looked everywhere but the mouth, yet it seemed to be a good assist in her departure from the beast-like creature that held her in it's grasp. Smiling lightly, she fortified herself, and gazed up at the Demon. "I'm afraid I cannot agree to those terms, for I do have a previous engagement for saving my own soul, and as it is, your own plans do not equitable." Alvis replied coolly. Drawing in a deep breath the air immortal emitted forcible winds in every direction, attempting to emit the assailant off of her. All while gripping her staff tightly, awaiting to hit the Demon on a pressure point in his side, hoping to weaken him if only for a moment so she could avoid his next attack. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]@Destructus Kloud[/SIZE]
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[Shnuydude]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 215, 0)]"Well this isnt going how i thought it would" [/COLOR]Chance was sitting from a distance, still watching the battles going on.When the demons got involved he had hoped they would focus more on attacking the fleet but it seemed like they were giving some immortals some trouble as well. Chance had been watching and analyzing the battles going on so he could figure out who the largest threats would be. Out of all the enemies hes been watching there was one particular enemy that troubled him. As he was watching the demon fight, it pinned an immortal down. Chance stood up [COLOR= rgb(255, 215, 0)]"Guess its about time i got involved"[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 0)] [/COLOR]No one had really noticed him so far since they were so focused on the battle, once he gets involved theres no doubt that they'd notice him. He pointed at the demon pinning the immortal [COLOR= rgb(255, 215, 0)]This should help her get him off of her. [/COLOR]He shot three small beams of light from his finger towards the demon. after watching the demon fight he knew that even if all 3 hit their mark the damage wouldn't last for too long, he had aimed at the demons right shoulder, right bicep and his right wrist. after his little distraction he crouched down and let loose a pulse of light from his feet to launch himself towards the two that were fighting. when he landed he placed his hands in his pockets and turned towards them to see how successful his shots were.


@Whale @Destructus Kloud

 

[shadowz1995]

Used her creations as a sacrifice to get a height advantage and a better angle of attack. Very good very good. However....


The flaw in her attack was her weapon of choice. A scythe can be a very deadly weapon in the proper hands. However, no matter how good the wielder is scythe's have a fatal flaw. The weapon only has one lethal zone. The inside of the blade or the very tip of the blade. The outside was not sharp and the user must attack in wide arcs to get any worthwhile damage out of the weapon. While this was good for crowd control, it lacked versatility in one on one confrontations. Fellos had been through an ungodly (no pun intended) amount of battles and fought with (and consumed) thousands of different weapons, martial artist, powers, and styles. A scythe was nothing new to him. Hell, he would be surprised if he fought against something he's never fought before. 


The Crimson clad warrior didn't have enough time to dodge and certainly not in the position to block of deflect the blow, not with the two snakes he had just defeated breaking his battle ready stance. The solution was so simple though. To be efficient with a scythe, your strikes must be perfect. Every arc must be calculated, the way in which you twist your body with the cut, the slight pull you must use with every attack to get a good cut, everything must be in sync and harmony. The reason the scythe was such a rare weapon was because of how difficult it was to use and how easily it could be defeated. Fellos merely stepped into the attack, moving his opponent's intended target completely off course. The heavy reliance on a perfect strike is easy to throw off. The blow on his neck would instead be inflicted by the staff section of the scythe and would uselessly recoil off of his armored skin, the blade missing it's intended target. Changing the direction of a scythe in mid attack was incredibly difficult and even if she could, she would have to ready another strike, which Crimson wasn't about to allow.


With his off hand, he reaches for the girl's uniform and attempts to grab a great fistful of it in her opponent's mid swing. He would then attempt to pull her into a powerful pommel strike from his greatsword to the sternum and even if she were to somehow deflect the blow, a armored vicious headbutt followed immediately after the pommel strike to ensure some kind of debilitating damage. Chances were, she could not defend from both attacks within such close proximity and it was highly doubtful that she would be able to rip herself away from his grip without tearing her clothes off. In a contest of pure strength, there were few that could match the lycan's power.


@Gabriel Forfax

 

[Gabriel Forfax]

Gabriel was slightly lent forward in posture, left foot ahead of the other as she took a risky swing down at the mortal, as if she was cutting grass. She gritted her teeth as the crimson warrior glanced up at her from the snake, and she didn't stop her attack as she would loose her momentum, deciding to just go with it in that brisk moment. What she didn't expect was for him to boldly take a step forward, the staff of her war scythe recoiling against his steel enhanced neck as he stretched out his hand and took a tight grip of her uniform. Due to height difference and her posture, with hands still forward holding the scythe, it was easy for her to loose balance even by the weakest tug from the strong man, making her fall forward. While still balancing on her left leg she moved forward her right, stepping on his face with her metal boot, regaining balance.


Gabriel growled down at the warrior as he was still holding her tightly, twisting her foot empowered with aether against his face in attempt to mutilate it. She pushed her right leg further into it while keeping the motion of putting a cigarette down with her boot, determined to deal him as much pain as possible until her let go of her. If not, self preservation goes above keeping her clothes intact while being in close range of resourceful sword wielder. Thankfully height difference gave her advantage when it came to him trying to recoil with the other hand, not making him able to give fatal blows and giving her just enough space for opportunity of recoiling an attack with her war scythe.


@shadowz1995

 

[Kloudy]

The demon's tendrils strained against the pressure of the air as it tried to repel him, but it wasn't enough. Already he had attached more than 25 thick tentacles to both the immortal and the wall and they were anchored to both. It did rebuff him slightly, but the big game changer was the three beams of light that shot forth from some other immortal. How troublesome... William's arm was shredded as the shoulder joint, upper arm and hand found rather large holes in them, actually breaking his hand off in the process. It had also managed to burn through a few tentacles that were restraining his target. He turned and frowned, the mouth in his chest speaking in that grunt of a distorted rasp, "Who are you, immortal? Surely you do not wish to die?" The mouth grinned and a larger tentacled shot out of his now ruined arm, about the width of his torso and it kept on elongating. It soon towered above the new immortal with its powerful and sinewy muscles rippling. The large bone spike on the front rushed forward at great speed, looking to pierce the enemy, and it would attempt to wrap around the immortal and crush it. All the while the large mouth on William's chest prepared to consume the air immortal, mere seconds away from sinking its teeth in. Small tentacles even protruded from the hole, lashing her face and body creepily. 


@Whale @Shnuydude

 

[shadowz1995]

"Mmmmmmm...." Fellos growled out in annoyance as the female secured her footing and distance by literally planting her foot into his armored face, infusing energy into the movement and trying to grind his face into her boot. It didn't hurt as much as she surely thought it did but it was incredibly annoying. Like a constant rash. Luckily for the demon, he still had a very good grip on her and while he couldn't throw any effective blows from his position...he could certainly do a considerable amount of damage. From his position, it was minimal effort to hoist the smaller opponent into the air with a single arm, scythe and all,  and slam her into the wall which he had carved into with his blade. Normally, any wall would suffice but this wall had all kinds of nasty metal ruin and shrapnel like bits sticking out of it. He doubted it would hurt an immortal much but these military types were artificial. Exactly how like immortals were they? Let's find out. Regardless of whether the sharp metal hurt a lot or not, the sheer impact of his slam would be enough to kill a few men outright. He wondered just how much this girl could take.


@Gabriel Forfax

 

[Archene]

Malesh Nytarr
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The Virus Immortal
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Noticing the enemy staying still in his way, Malesh simply stood afar. He doubted his virus had such abilities to be so effective on an enemy. Unless, it was some quite weakened enemy. He aimed as perfectly as he could before sending a small flurry of nine palm-sized spikes. They were aimed at his torso, legs and arms. Hopefully to hit and get stuck into him.


Meanwhile, the spikes on Morgan, regardless of size, began slowly releasing more virus energy over time even as the virus energy inside him seemed to painfully propagate towards his soul. The virus greatest objective was not only defeat the enemy, but also at least, attempt to take their focus away from immediate matters. The spikes of smaller size could be easily enough be taken off one by one, but if a larger one also got embedded onto the Explosion Artificial, it'd would be a pain to remove.


@Raikou Kaminari

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin ran as far as he could from the corridor where he fought Theon. Stumbling and falling several times as his soul had taken a major hit. Unable to keep a check  on his viral energy all of his efforts went to cleansing his soul of the chemical energy and for that he needed a secure place to do his work. While he was cleansing his soul he could work on changing the DNA of his virus to counter Theon as well as any medical precautions the grand fleet may have in place. As his energy worked internally to fix his soul Nanautzin would be unable to project his power outwardly so the viral armor that had been strengthening him fell away as he made his way randomly through the corridors.


Patrols were increasing and hiding was getting harder so Nanautzin climbing in the ventilation system and crawled a ways away from where he entered before stopping to do his work on his soul and his virus. 

 

[Field Marshall]

Morgan's body shook each time another virus spike entered and eventually he had let go of his sword which drifted away from. He had not the strength to move because he was focusing aether around his soul to keep the viral energy at bay. He showed no sign of being able to move which may be why he didn't use the syringe, but his fists were still clenched in determination. He was determined to hold the line even in his current state he did not faulter. "This would be a good death, dying holding the breach in thw field, but not yet not enough." he whispered to himself.


@Archene

 

[Rurnur]

Theon sheathed his blade, and pushed himself off the ground, stumbling over to a nearby wall where he could flush the viral energy out of his system, and begin work repairing his soul. Nanautzin wasn't strong enough to infiltrate further into the fleet, after this fight, and that's all that Theon wanted. After a short while, when he had recovered some of his energy, Theon began following in the direction of Nanautzin's energy, attempting to keep the demon in his range, analysing his movements while recovering at the same time. This would allow him to engage the enemy a second time, and simply repeat the same engagement until either one of them fell.

 

[Archene]

Malesh Nytarr
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The Virus Immortal
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Every spike hit only increased the amount of virus being injected into Morgan at every moment. Every moment, the virus already inside got even stronger. Even then, the enemy was able to withstand it. Malesh was not one to praise tenacity often, but this one deserved all the praise in the world. What line could his enemy even be attempting to hold? Malesh had been merely on his way out. Attempting to leave, yet was stopped needlessly. The enemy wouldn't be in this state had he simply turned a blind eye his way.


Malesh was tired, however. This was certainly not a reason for him to not make sure that his enemy would be defeated. He slowly formed a spike almost the size of his arm. It wasn't the kind of spike he usually did, too big to make, too big of a price to miss. But against an enemy that was not moving, it was the best answer. He still maintained enough energy in case reinforcement came to help the enemy. He couldn't imagine this ending well for the enemy any other way.


@Raikou Kaminari