Benaires Versus Dyew

[Princeben07]

While the old boy is still serving in our service, I'm sure he can put up a fight sometime.

Style: T1 MILD PC
Environment: OUtskirts Of The GEOSTRATUM OF ANTIQUITY
TEMP: Fair, 67 degrees
Winds: South By Southwest At 12 mph.

I accept the terms and will vye by the rules.

[Dyew]

Monocromatic Stains by Dark Tranquillity

Dyew was attired in the garb and gear he wore when he expected combat but needed to travel swiftly.  His face, head, and back were covered in a dark cloak that writhed.  His shoulders, arms, wrists, and hands were encased in plate while his chest was protected by a chain link hauberk.  Under all this and hiding the cloth garments that covered his legs and feet was leather that gleamed as if embroidered with a spider's silk.  Between the leather and the cloth was an intricate system of straps, a technique harness that provided him an edge and allowed him to use his impressive physical speed and strength to its full effect.

Upon his left forearm was a round shield.  Resting upon Dyews back was a double ended spear about five feet in length.  His sword rested upon his left hip.  He waited now for his opponent.

-- The Warden's Cloak is active, providing existential, dimensional, and planar anchoring.  He can not be unnaturally pulled, pushed, or shifted by his will or against it through or beyond the planes, dimensions, or existence as a whole.  He can not be erased or removed from existence without causing irreparable damage to existence.
Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior

[Princeben07]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zz5Ls9-ljIg  (No Image, Halocaust, Wu-tang Clan)

This could be something fantastic!! FINALLY, a fight worth fighting FOR. He had seen the ways in many opponents, but none were like Dyew. He was eccentric, head strong and extremely talented, ready to take on ALL comers, even Daichons.

The Garb he was clothed in seemed a bit odd to the Wolf-like beast, but nonetheless, something had to give in this particular form of combat. Should he concede and keep training to master the powers of Dark Terror? Should he just accept his death, even though his Astral Energies had been completely charged; ready to withstand this onslaught of attacks and defenses?

Ben did not say a single word to Dyew; he knew that his opponent was not a man of many words; his skills did all of the talking for him instead. The Crimson Red Cloak dragged along with him, as the mighty Daichon stepped even closer to where Dyew was standing, perhaps closing the gap by 59 feet or so.

In his mind, his thoughts were racing extremely fast; bite, scratch, dodge punch, get in close but not TOO close, use the Scythe Of Obelisk and try to stay alive----were just some of the random calculations being pre-determined. Benaires might have bitten off alot more than even HIS giant mout could chew.

[Dyew]

A chant of battle echoed forth form Dyew’s vicinity.⁰  His voice was beautiful and dredged up a want for violence but other supernatural effects were not evident nor did they influence Benaires.  Dyew readied himself in his own way.  The smell of ozone filled the air as his left hand pumped and the center disk of the barrier upon his left arm rotated, picking up speed with each passing moment.

His right hand moved up and behind his head to clasp the pole-arm that was held upon his back.  The weapon was freed and brought to bare before him.  The weapon was held in the middle of its length.  It seemed compact, short for a pole-arm.  The weapon was called Roain and it had been some time since the Warden employed its use.⁵

-- The Warden's Cloak is active, providing existential, dimensional, and planar anchoring.  He can not be unnaturally pulled, pushed, or shifted by his will or against it through or beyond the planes, dimensions, or existence as a whole.  He can not be erased or removed from existence without causing irreparable damage to existence.
-- Dyew is recovering Ond at a rate of one level every five seconds.
-- Chant of Battle I - Dyew receives minor bonuses to all physical statistics.
Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior

[Princeben07]

Ben took a deep breath; what the hell was he thinking? This guy had a skill way beyond anything he had ever seen before. Was that a pole he had wielded? Why was it so short?

Closing his eyes, Benaires only began chanting something unintelligible to the average human; it sounded like garbled mumbles, but it was something more than that; it was a call to Phlegathon.¹

A black substance would now begin oozing from his third and fourth ears, spilling onto the very ground itself; pooling as if it could not leave from "The Host." Ben knew that  he would have to take careful consideration in fighting a powerful form, such as this one; if he did not, then death would most definitely have a time processing THIS paycheck.

Prep 1: Call to Phlegathon is being made; UNKNOWN EFFECT.

"Don't panic Benny Boy, just DON'T panic. Stay cool and just focus."

"You should not panic servant of Phlegathon." Bellowed out a voice inside of his head. Ben nodded in agreement, now opening his eyes again.

[Dyew]

⁵Drums rolled, building on the chant.  Dyew stepped forward and brought his weapon behind him with his right arm.  The shield was brought before him to cover his body as he bent his legs.  Muscle, straps, and metal flexed as electric arcs ran either and tither across the warriors right arm.  He jumped forward to pass above the daichon prince.  His arm started to come around yet acceleration past the initial surged forward was so violent that normal eyes could not see the follow through.   “Fjall.”

Normal eyes would not see the spear travel.  Normal eyes would only see the aftermath.  In transit the spear was an twelve foot javelin of lightning that housed an eleven foot double ended spear of white hot metal.  The weapon was flung and traveled as if it were a true lighting bolt and Zeus had thrown it.  It would travel across half the distance before the light that heralded its approuch reached Benaires's eyes.  The spear itself punctured the transitives as it came and would not only pin the daichon prince’s physical form but his mind and spirit as well.

If Benaires attempted to stop the weapon he would find that it literally weighed as much as a mountain.  Dyew’s magic had changed the weapon's mass.  The weapon refused to stop and would crush and shatter all but the strongest of barriers.  If the weapon missed the ground would not stop it.  Such a weight put on such a small surface area would push the spear well past this world’s crust.¹⁰

Dyew sailed through the air after the throw and would land a few meters behind where the daichon had been standing.

-- The Warden's Cloak is active, providing existential, dimensional, and planar anchoring.  He can not be unnaturally pulled, pushed, or shifted by his will or against it through or beyond the planes, dimensions, or existence as a whole.  He can not be erased or removed from existence without causing irreparable damage to existence.
-- Dyew is recovering Ond at a rate of one level every five seconds.
-- Chant of Battle I - Dyew receives minor bonuses to all physical statistics.
-- Guardian Rhythm I - Dyew receives minor reductions in any damage he takes.
Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior

[Princeben07]

Dyew had forgotten about the communication with the force that was behind Phlegathon; it KNEW about what Dyew was about to do. Ben had no idea that he would go on such a route.

The force did not yell nor scream at him; it only triggered ben's left ear only nanoseconds while the process of throwing the weapon had begun. Ben didn't follow his body's movements; Phlegathon was functioning as it normally had. His body did not even move at ALL; there was a shock that race from his eyes and to the tip of his nose within that EXACT same time.

"Ceru...."¹

The weapon would move at the projected target, but something would go wrong. Dwey did not seem to recall the bleeding of the black substance from the third and fourth ears of the mighty daichon. Contact point? huh? Was this some kind of a joke from the powerhouse known as Dyew?

A loud collision of metal against SOMETHING would ebb about, sounding out in all directions from over 345 feet in circumference. Ben FLEW backwarks, but did not yelp, nor scream or anything; he had faith in the density of the Cerulean Armor that was coating his already-dense skeleton.

After flying back, say, perhaps over 2, 400 feet, finally slamming into a tree that was over 100 feet tall, shattering it and tumbling in a dustball of over 245 additional feet, the dust began to lift, only to reveal Benaires but ONLY to his knees, with the weapon stabbed dead into his skull and eyes. How could he see then? Bio-antennae of twin were busily repairing the damage so fast that his right, furry arm moved over to the weapon, only to grasp that giant paw around the hilt of it, quickly to extract it, feeling Dyew not too far behind the projected atack from a short distance.
Blood flew everywhere, but it was so fucking thick that it only landed on his fur, becoming coagulated instantly.

O_O

"SHIIIIIIIIIT!!"

Ben's powers were clumsy, yet something of a miracle. He remained focused, quiet, but steadfast in his own right; Dyew had to take into consideration of thinking a bit more when fighting this wolf-like beast; Phlegathon would not have its only slave die so easily.

Pushing the left leg back to anchor him for the incoming attack, Ben knew in his soul that this would have to drag on out, but what could he do against someone so crafty and quick? Well, the tendrils of Dark Terror that had begun leaking from his ears held a key in this defense, as well as its attack. Since Ben was over 3,450 pounds, the weight-shifting system included in his skeletal system could withstand even a mountain. His force of the Cerulean Armor had been over 12, 000 times more compressed to withstand such abuse.

But now, Dyew was streaming right at him. With not much time to react, ben would quickly sidestep his opponent upon the intended attack, immediately taking traction with his hind legs to actually RUN AWAY!!

He would BOLT right past Dyew, perhaps searching for a tre or a large rock to hide behind while he gathered his battle strategies. xD

[Dyew]

¹⁰The music rolled on as Dyew landed, turning to face the direction that his enemy had been thrown.  In his defense Dyew missed nothing nor did he forget what he observed.  The weapon hit home spearing Benaires; mind body, and spirit.  At first there was no blood.  Lightning had discharged burning and cauterizing flesh with temperatures hotter than the surface of the sun.  Contact with the weapon itself could turn rolled steel into slag.   The dust cleared and Dyew witnessed a contradiction.

Benaires stood with a spear piercing his skull.  The spear weighed more than three hundred and fifty trillion pounds.  Dyew had encounter many thing in his life.  Such hardness, mass, velocity, and heat should have killed the daichon outright.  Not only should it have killed the daichon prince; it should have damaged his spirit and mental image.  He had never encounter an enemy of Ben’s size that survived such an assault.

Benaires did not have to remove the spear.  Roarin was designed to kill.  Short of killing it was designed to immobilize larger or more resilient opponents.  Spring loaded blades shot it out of his eye socket.  If the weapon had pierced the back of his skull he would have had to rip his upper torso and head off to remove it.  The weapon did not bounce when it hit the ground.  As it rolled the ground cracked and the weapon sank.

Dyew’s right hand crossed his body to grip the hilt of his sword and he advanced on the daichon.  He did not charge but he did not delay.  His advance was the determined movement of a warrior crossing a chaotic battlefield.  As he came, notes of beautiful Spanish guitar flowed from his vicinity.  The guitar interlaced with the drum and the chant to form a more complete song.¹⁵

Ben would find that he could not easily run past Dyew unless he ran directly away from him.  Dyew intercepted him.  If Ben did not change direction by a wider margin he would face Dyew before he could find respite.  It would still take the warden a considerable amount of time to reach the daichon at his current pace if Ben choose to remain stationary.

-- The Warden's Cloak is active, providing existential, dimensional, and planar anchoring.  He can not be unnaturally pulled, pushed, or shifted by his will or against it through or beyond the planes, dimensions, or existence as a whole.  He can not be erased or removed from existence without causing irreparable damage to existence.
-- Dyew is recovering Ond at a rate of one level every five seconds.
-- Hymn of Restoration I - Dyew recovers one Health level every twenty seconds.
-- Chant of Battle I - Dyew receives minor bonuses to all physical statistics.
-- Guardian Rhythm I - Dyew receives minor reductions in any damage he takes.
Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded  - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior