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That Missing Element [Cion]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 30, 2020 18:27:01 GMT
I hope this works.
That was the thought going through the BlackGatomon's thread throughout Cion and Syre's trek to the 'Great Plateau' - a largely abandoned, notable landmark somewhere in the vast range of the Terabyte Mountains. Even through Syre's fur and the thick cloak that she draped around her shoulders, the feline felt the cold sting of the frigid winter air right through her core. Thankfully, weather seemed to be otherwise on their side: it was a nice, sunny day, with only the occasional breeze cascading a ghost-like trail of snow just above the ground.
Why did the two find themselves all the way out here, in the middle of nowhere? Finally reaching this spot, Syre took the moment to take off her cloak, and stow it away in her infini-store. Closing her eyes, she quickly assumed the form of a Sistermon Noir, the ultimate-level blinking as she felt her foot slide against the ground. It seemed wherever she stepped, the snow would be packed down to a thin layer of ice.
"Well, if nothing else, footing's definitely going to be hard to keep, here." The drier tone of the golem carried only a short distance, the sound muted by the large swaths of snow around them. "But," the golem continued, "you got your wish. A nice, snowy scene to look over while we practice." The Sistermon gave a chuckle, and looked over her shoulder, past the cliff and towards the valley. It was easy to think of it as a place with scary drops and deep crevasses, but past that, it was a place to see winter's nature at its finest, the dark azure stone 'walls' of the mountain obscured by the powdery snow on top of it - and without a soul for miles, the snow was left soft, airy, and untouched, carried along wherever the wind blew.
"Almost a shame that we're going to mess it all up." Syre shook her head, before nodding to the Arniomon. "As we discussed, this isn't about practice. Its about pushing me to move past my limit, so I can reach my 'apex' once more. If you go easy on me, well..."
Syre chuckled.
"Just know that I'm not gonna hold back."
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Post by Cion on Dec 30, 2020 20:23:02 GMT
The fervor to master ascension had changed from purely altruistic to personal, and the reason for that was clear as day. A common enemy had revealed itself which not only posed a threat to commonweal, but Syre's entire family, of which she had become a part of in a sense. As blissful and enjoyable as the various holidays during winter solstice were, this nagging sensation of uncertainty refused to let either of them celebrate unconcernedly. They had to achieve at least something tangible to attain certainty for tomorrow and the advent of another year for both Earth and the digital realm. Fortunately, what it was they needed to accomplish was as clear-cut as the empty, azure sky above them. If it required them to endure the biting cold of this hinterland then so be it. The fire within her darling's heart was hotter than any frost anyway, and it inspired the silver fennec to be likewise passionate about their mutual ambition. She herself had already mastered her frame a literal aeon ago, but she was a proud teacher who gladly guided and supported her pupil. Hopefully, said student had not forgotten the crucial lesson of their last session. The unassuming fox, in truth an intentionally restrained ascendant, watched as her sweetheart transformed quickly to tap into the power of her wrongly labeled 'ultimate' state. Far was it from the apex of a digimon's potential, much less the feline's. "True, but a good footwork can be vital." She calmly reminded her dearly beloved, confident that she was aware of this. Combat consisted of innumerable aspects, and every single one which was under a combatant's control was an advantage that had to be utilized fully. Ceding anything to an opponent, especially in a life-or-death struggle, could turn out to be a fatal mistake. And while Cion did indeed appreciate the vista, it was not why they were here. Sacrificing it was a possible necessity she was willing to make without hesitation. Maintaining an almost strict yet neutral mien, the Arniomon adjusted her short, green scarf to have it perfectly straight. "I understand. Be assured - I will push you." She swore, her dulcet voice well-nigh as frigid as their icy surroundings. Unlike her love, there was no sentiment of playfulness or cheek in the way she carried herself. Her ladylike poise was uncannily rigid. Reaching out her open hand towards her sparring partner, a lavender flash briefly glared in between her fingers before manifesting itself in the shape of a spiritual weapon. It resembled the appearance of a katana, yet it was pure force given ethereal tangibleness. With her body shifted diagonally away from her temporary adversary, her facial expression changed to the slightest of frowns. Cion's stance was manifest proof of her ardent zeal to break the felidae's limits to an extent she was not yet able to fathom... even if it meant to strain her. She wished it was not necessary, but neither would she be responsible for her stagnation - perish the thought. "Do or do not. There is no try." She advised firmly, brandishing her improvised blade in a downward motion. As it abruptly stopped, it was as if a cyclone had been conjured on their battlefield. As petite and self-effacing her current form appeared to be, the inconceivable might it contained was undeniable. As with with every ascendant, the faintest of motions sufficed to tear their vicinity apart if unshackled - objects and opponents alike. She was a sun, limited inside her tiny corpus with a core most serene, yet nonetheless able to incinerate anything she willed. Their clash was the same, for it was not a fair battle among equals, nor had this been the intention. On the contrary - for Syre, this was nothing but an arduous struggle for survival. This was the first time she would witness her partner fight, and she had 1 second to ready herself for it. |
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 30, 2020 21:03:24 GMT
There was an unmistakable difference between the two Digimon. Standing mere yards away from her opponent, the Sistermon-Noir was undoubtedly a formidable, sturdy gunner - but she absolutely paled in the face of the Arniomon, a practical sun of energy in comparison. And with that katana brandished in front of her, Syre could not afford to lose focus.
That said, for the purpose of a spar, Syre was not afraid to bite back or take the first move herself. This was not the first time she felt the pressure of a Super Mega, and the Sistermon did not buckle or hesitate. No: with her last few missions and fights, Cion's beloved had learned an almost stoic resolve, one that wouldn't waver or miss whatever small openings she had. And as soon as Cion prepared herself, Syre took perhaps the only opening she could at the start of the fight:
She cast her eyes right on the Arniomon, and tried to lock eyes with her opponent. If and when she beheld the irises of her opponent, Syre's eyes would give a short, dark flash - and should the technique take hold, the Arniomon would feel a brief stiffness throughout her body, perhaps a soreness through her arms and legs as a signal would be sent for her body to lock up.
Syre knew that this would be just enough of an opening: she raised her pistol, and fired a single bullet, right towards the center of the Arniomon's body. Bold, yes - but assuming her gaze had an effect on her opponent, the Sistermon might actually get in the first 'hit' of the spar!
Dark Hypnotism (0/1) Used at close range, Syre's eyes gain a dark color, and the Sistermon attempts to make eye contact with the enemy. If successful, they find themselves held stiff for a moment - just enough for Syre to either get a point-blank shot in, or give a heavy blow in retaliation. One post cooldown, if successful. Marksman - Passive (0/1) Without using her 'attack' for the turn, Syre can fire a single bullet from either gun, provided it is not currently under the effect of 'Fire in the Right' or 'Ice on the Left'. (For example, she can use 'Fire on the Right' along with a normal shot). If a shot is fired with this passive, this passive cannot be applied in the next turn. |
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Post by Cion on Dec 30, 2020 22:37:03 GMT
Good... Syre was neither afraid of the clash at hand, nor of taking the initiative and seizing the advantage that it begot. Those were the characteristics of a true warrior, yet without the power to make them count they were hardly relevant. Cion knew that inside her dearly beloved resided an entire ocean of yet untapped potential. She had sensed it every time their hearts and bodies had entwined during moments of innermost affection and passion. This young felidae had the capability to be among the most powerful beings to have ever existed - stronger than even the ancient, vulpine sentinel. And she would not allow this opportunity and its possibilities to be wasted, which was a sentiment that was fortunately mutual. The silver fennec did not revel in the idea of mercilessly overpowering her darling, as a hunter did to prey, but if it was a necessary act then she was willing to do so in spite of her personal averseness. Sometimes, one had to put the ego aside to benefit the larger picture. And though it brought her no joy, she had promised her sweetheart to grant her no quarter and push her to the edge of her limits. This meant breaking the facade of her fighting spirit so it could be forged into something greater. As their radiant eyes met, the restrained Arniomon harrumphed deridingly. As paralyzing darkness and deafening kinetic energy sought to harrow her, her aureate irises flared up defiantly. Within an instant, the blight manifested and trickled down from a faintly iridescent barrier that wound itself well-nigh completely around her frame. The projectile that was fired left but the most negligible of cracks in the almost vitreous force field as tiny shards faded into the snow beneath them "I don't think so." The no longer unassuming fox stated firmly, if not with cold irreverence in her otherwise dulcet voice. Exhaling audibly, her ethereal weapon emitted a brief yet glaringly purple gleam. Performing an upward motion with her blade, her body suddenly appeared directly in front of the Sistermon Noir in an incandescent flash. Soaring a few meters upwards during this move in an attempt to tear her dearest from her feet, the ice surrounding them was shackled to follow through the sheer force that was carried in this single uppercut. Regardless of the outcome, her form displaced itself several times over a split second, launching fragments of ethereal, javelin-like beams at her target from vastly differing angles and distances. "Watch out!" This, and her chaotic assault, were evidently with the impetus to fully deny the gunslinger her focus and balance. As she slowly descended with the intention to land safely, it was clear that all bets were off with this little foretaste out of the way. No matter if her shots had scorched the golem or the terrain, the continuance of this onslaught was but a blink of an eye away.
Battle Log:
Passive:
- Numen Aeternum: Reduced Physical Strength - Increased Maximum Health, Defenses and Pain Threshhold.
Move:
- Cion utilizes 'Kismet Blessing' in tandem with 'Passive Ability: Adrasteia's Embrace' to negate 'Dark Hypnotism' and 'Marksman - Passive'
- Cion utilizies Combat-Passive Ability 'Elysian Sanction'
Buffs:
1) /
2) /
Debuffs:
1) /
2) /
Active Effects On Enemies:
- Enemies Struck by Elysian Sanction:
1) Slightly reduced speed and mobility + small stacking shock damage (per lodged javelin {max. 3})
- Syre:
1) 0 or 1 Ethereal Javelins
2) /
3) /
4) /
Cion's Cooldowns:
1) Kismet Blessing: 0/4
2) -
3) -
4) -
5) -
Ability Durations:
1) Kismet Blessing: 1/1
2) -
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 31, 2020 16:49:26 GMT
Not enough?
The gaze seemed to have momentary a momentary effect on the Arniomon, but Cion was quick to shrug it off and shatter the mere bullet with her shield. The Sistermon was quickly put on her back foot, especially when the diminutive fox sped forward. It was all Syre could do to bring both of her pistols to block, energy clashing with metal as that upward swing forced the gunner into the air.
Of course that was never going to be enough. The golem grit her teeth, and at once, strands of data appeared and quickly surrounded the ultimate-level's form, Syre's data signal increasing drastically over those few seconds. It didn't take long for the gunner's form to fade, a Kuzuhamon appearing where Syre once was. Rather than falling, the now-armored-fox slowed and held her position in the air, looking down at her adversary, gritting her teeth as she grasped and pulled one of those errant javelins out of her arm. A spectral fox, looking as if it were made of black flame, crawled up and stood on the mega's shoulder.
She couldn't afford to let up. Encumbered as she was, the mega pushed herself once more towards her target, holding her staff forward in her right hand, a powerful black light pulsing around the end. "Cursed Soldier!" The attack was efficient, a powerful 'pulse' sent from the staff twenty feet in all directions. And if Cion was impacted, she wouldn't feel any damage - but something would definitely feel off.
And it wasn't just Syre's scheming that Cion had to be worried about. As soon as that attack was declared, that spectral fox bounded away from Syre's shoulder, and arced to try and crash herself directly against Cion's chest. Imbued with the same dark energy that Syre just conjured forth, perhaps even Cion would be wary of such a blast!
[Passive] FlightSyre can fly freely in all directions without the input of wings.
[Passive] Avatar (0/1)At all times, Kuzuhamon is accompanied by her spectral avatar, generally in the shape of a shadowy fox. The avatar is capable of simple tasks, such as picking up or retrieving objects, but serves no battle purpose unless empowered. Should Syre use an elemental attack, the Avatar becomes empowered, its color changing to match the same element that Syre just used. Once the spirit has absorbed an element, it can dash for a target to deal moderate damage as a remote projectile, though if it misses its 'dash', the element is lost and the Avatar returns to its basic state. [1 turn cooldown after an attack]
Cursed Soldier (0/3)DARK ELEMENT (Avatar - Advantage against Holy or Light) Syre's staff radiates a heavy black light, casting a dark shine in a twenty foot area around her. Those affected are unable to heal over the duration of the technique (reduced effect against Super Megas). Three post duration, three post cooldown. Cooldown does not apply unless the move succeeds. |
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Post by Cion on Dec 31, 2020 20:43:05 GMT
Maintaining a perpetual frown, Cion paused for a moment to allow Syre whatever preparations she needed before aforementioned onslaught proceeded. It was clear that an Ultimate stood absolutely no chance against an Ascendant, yet it was this furious desperation which had apparently pushed her darling over the edge. Transforming into a state that was a step beneath true ascension, she nonetheless wondered if her dearest truly believed that it sufficed in any way to pose a threat to the restrained Arniomon. Likely not, and as agitated as the black huntress was, perhaps this transition that was simply required. Still, this keyed up recklessness was something that made the silver fennec harrumph, for it was the antithesis of what she attempted to teach her love and pupil. Her disapproval was well-nigh stitched into her muzzle as she braced herself for the incoming assault. Yet this faintly onyx pulse was barely visible as she sensed it whiz past her fur and skin. Blinking with slight confusion, she noticed that no physical harm had befallen her. However, she felt... somewhat sick. It was as if her system had been compromised, which was probably the case. Attrition through debilitation? Clever girl... Gasping, the formerly unassuming fox realized that she had briefly lost her focus - a costly mistake. Groaning, the Kuzuhamon's spectral warden crashed into her frame, sending her flying backwards in a tenebrous blast. Spinning around her own axis several times, her petite body eventually carved an equally small crater into the ice and snow. Opening her aureate eyes, the vista of the azure sky above her revealed itself to her. Sighing, if not blowing a raspberry, she sat up with a dismissive glare directed at her sweetheart. "Ready for this?" She asked with a coldly rhetorical tone, not granting her student an opportunity to formulate a response. With her hand shrouded in an incandescent veil, she slashed fericously into the air. Visibly tearing the very fabric of reality in front of her apart, an impulse of her own was channeled into it - aimed at her partner of course. Like bullets from a gun, a storm of rapid and razor-sharp feathers soared in the direction of the vulpine warrior, yet in a wide arc as to surround her. Not unlike a spherical grit of iridescent lasers, they constantly dashed to a different location within this zone, evidently seeking to gore the Nightmare Soldier they followed in the process, which lasted an agonizingly long amount of time. "This will push you." Cion exclaimed, yet her voice was oddly soft-spoken. Worse, it was right behind Syre's head. Her impact spot was empty. Allowing this blink of an eye of dread to creep into the spirit of her temporary adversary, the promised onslaught began. Accompanied by the ripping gale of downs, the tiny sentinel flash-stepped in dazzling flares around her target. Always out of harm's way of the tempest she had conjured, and with the ethereal blade at her disposal, she unleashed an onrush of attacks against the aspiring felidae... and it was pure chaos. Merely split seconds elapsed in between maneuvers that differed greatly from each other. In fact, it was practically without rhyme or reason. Sometimes, she performed a flurry of swings that abruptly ended, followed by multiple feints from various angles, which led into blasts of her javelins from the border of her surge, then an uppercut in plain sight that was prematurely cancelled for a knockdown blow from behind. This however was solely one chain of onsets of uncountable. Even worse was the timing of her individual strikes, which, if perceivable to begin with, occurred with the slightest of delays that was nevertheless highly disorienting to most. And this mayhem did neither pause nor cease. Though not a titanic knight, her offensive capabilities became painfully obvious. For a soul so patient and benevolent, it was presumably shocking to witness or suffer this kind of controlled frenzy. It was evident that she would not stop - ever - until her task was accomplished. Today, it was not to slay, but push a most precious hero to the truth of her potential.
Battle Log:
Passive:
- Numen Aeternum: Reduced Physical Strength - Increased Maximum Health, Defenses and Pain Threshhold.
Move:
- Cion utilizes 'Star Dust Surge'
- Cion utilizies Combat-Passive Ability 'Elysian Sanction'
Buffs:
1) /
2) /
Debuffs:
1) Cursed Soldier - Reduced Healing
2) /
Active Effects On Enemies:
- Enemies Struck by Elysian Sanction:
1) Slightly reduced speed and mobility + small stacking shock damage (per lodged javelin {max. 3})
- Syre:
1) 1 or 2 Ethereal Javelins
2) /
3) /
4) /
Cion's Cooldowns:
1) Kismet Blessing: 1/4
2) Star Dust Surge: 0/3
3) -
4) -
5) -
Ability Durations:
1) Star Dust Surge: 1/2
2) -
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 1, 2021 0:25:38 GMT
Syre wasn't holding back.
Or, rather, she couldn't afford to hold back. Not knowing Cion's techniques aside (at least not that well), there was a vast difference in power between the Kuzuhamon and the Arniomon. Syre had to fight as if she were trying to defeat her opponent - and there was really only one way that a mega could surpass a super-mega without moving to match their level:
The mega had to put everything on the line and try and surprise their opponent with a sudden surge of power.
Syre's combo was tactically sound, sending Cion into a crater into the side of the cliff, but it wasn't decisive. As the spectral fox started to reappear at Syre's side, Cion was already pulling herself out of that crater, and let forth her counter: a veritable array of sharpened feathers, sent out almost like a 'claw' to try and pincer the fox in! The mega grit her teeth, held forth her staff, and gave it a spin, a few of the blasts glinting off of the metal rod as they'd make contact. If it was just the attack, Syre could focus on the center and simply sprint her way through towards her target...
... But, as shown from the corner of her vision, Cion wasn't going to give her that grace. The fox barely managed to turn, and catch the side of Cion's blade with her staff - leaving her open to the barrage of shots from both sides, a fair few landing right on her shoulders. She grit her teeth, and against Cion's varied assault, the Kuzuhamon would return a wide, lateral swing, aiming to try and clash with the blade itself - to force herself backwards with the recoil, and give herself some semblance of room.
As Cion would find, this wouldn't just be the staff meeting to clash her: as Syre gripped that weapon, a vast, cold energy poured through, using the staff as a core to create a frigid halberd. If Syre gained the distance she wanted, the mere reach of Cion's katana wasn't going to cut it. The fox could push back with the middle section of the staff, and cut from beyond the sword's range.
Cion might have been able to pick at Syre from afar, but this middle range? Syre likely held a slight advantage over the 'trickster'.
Syre imbues 'Saberk of Ice', turning her weapon into an ice-enchanted halberd.
"Avatar" is ready!
Cursed Soldier duration: 2/3 |
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Post by Cion on Jan 1, 2021 15:37:50 GMT
As the edges of Cion's ethereal swords and her darling's transformed halberd of absolute zero ice impacted, the sheer kinetic forces that were released sufficed for both of the nimble and not brawny combatants to be pushed away from each other. It were only a few figurative steps as they hovered in the air, but it nonetheless left the vulpine sentinel surprised. That Syre, as a mere Mega, was capable of withstanding, not to mention reacting to, her onslaught of relatively weak yet innumerable attacks was - most impressive. Was this the result of the knight's training, or her natural aptitude? The old question of nature versus nurture... Still enshrouded in the spherical maelstrom of razor-sharp feathers, the silver fennec narrowed her aureate eyes in a brief moment of contemplation. Her efforts, as of yet, had not been sufficient to trigger her dearest's ascension. But why? It was certainly not because she did not have the heart in it. Her previous combination was usually enough to rend even stalwart specimens of a lower level into uncountable bits and disembodied pieces. And though it pained her to harrow her love like this, she had already cast her personal feelings aside. Maybe... she had to take it to extremes. To push someone beyond their limit, they had to be inhibited by them. Hopelessness and suffering often triggered digivolution, much to the fox's chagrin. Such palpable proof of her kind's inherent savagery was simply revolting. However, and she was willing to admit that, it was highly beneficial. In fact, it had saved her current existence on multiple occasions. Harrumphing quietly, she nodded in acceptance and exhaled a hushed sigh. If it had to be this way then she had no choice but to comply. She would definitely not be in her sweetheart's path. "Seeking to exploit my petite stature I see. Clever move..." She voiced her approval with an oddly cold voice. Before long, her frown turned upside down, becoming a faint smirk as she raised a paw in front of her frame. "...Yet so predictable." She finished as the sound of her fingers snapping echoed throughout the frozen hinterland. Within the blink of an eye, it was as if an implosion detonated around the Kuzuhamon, tearing and contorting the very reality in her vicinity. Not unlike a singularity of chaos, everything inside its epicenter was well-nigh chained to it, yet the outer perimeter pulled and pushed all with varying force towards different directions. Imagine being simultaneously compressed and racked against your will, while sinews and bones almost completely refused to yield to your willpower. It was a torture-like ability, and that was intentional. If rarely imposed significant physical harm, but the dreadful pain alone was an excellent deterrent. The temporary immobilization was a marvelous icing on the cake. Mentally commanding the storm of downs to cease prematurely and return to her, a restrained yet nevertheless venomous chuckle escaped her lips. Teleporting her weapon adjacent to the warlock, its blade steadily pressed itself against her weakly armored throat. Although it was hardly a detrimental weak spot since the anatomy of digimons was not as easily exploitable as that of organic mammalians, it was the idea that mattered. That and the aura of elemental destruction that began to violently channel around the Arniomon's free arm - a surge exponentially greater than any previous assaults. Slowly aiming it at who she considered her all and everything, the varicolored sphere became brighter and more unstable with every passing heartbeat. "Seven seconds till the end. Time enough for you... perhaps. But what will you do with it? Let's see."
Battle Log:
Passive:
- Numen Aeternum: Reduced Physical Strength - Increased Maximum Health, Defenses and Pain Threshhold.
Move:
- Cion utilizes 'Natural Law Break'
- Star Dust returns to Cion, healing her
- Cion does not utilize Combat-Passive Ability 'Elysian Sanction'
Buffs:
1) /
2) /
Debuffs:
1) Cursed Soldier - Reduced Healing
2) /
Active Effects On Enemies:
- Enemies Struck by Elysian Sanction:
1) Slightly reduced speed and mobility + small stacking shock damage (per lodged javelin {max. 3})
- Syre:
1) 2 or 2 Ethereal Javelins
2) /
3) /
4) /
Cion's Cooldowns:
1) Kismet Blessing: 2/4
2) Star Dust Surge: 1/3
3) Natural Law Break: 0/3
4) -
5) -
Ability Durations:
1) Star Dust Surge: 2/2
2) Natural Law Break: 1/1
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 1, 2021 18:29:28 GMT
Oh, it was hardly perfect - but Syre had been in similar, dire straits before.
She couldn't fully avoid Cion's onslaught, and indeed, the returned energy would heal Cion, but perhaps not to the degree that she would have wanted. The sickness caused by Syre's dark aura still radiated powerfully through the fennec's body, and perhaps more and more, the Arniomon would realize that the Kuzuhamon before her was a threat. A capable threat, who even now was thinking of how to corner her opponent, and take Cion down with the resources she had available. Even though the purpose of this spar was Syre's ascension, the black fox couldn't help it.
And, as that implosion echoed next to the Kuzuhamon, Syre found herself gritting her teeth. She was quickly drawn into it, and as that pain seared into her arms and legs, she found herself held still, as Cion gave a chuckle and approached - even the tip of that blade pressed right up to her neck. It was a pointed threat, one meant to push Syre over the edge...
... But perhaps Syre was just a bit too hopeful. Held like this, Syre had naught but time to think and strategize - and as Cion spoke, and charged that attack? Syre returned a grin of her own. It hurt like hell, but focusing all of her strength against that hold, Syre would reach a hand out, and attempt to directly grasp onto the middle of that blade. She'd swing her other arm out, and attempt to bring her staff around and wrench it behind the Arniomon's back, attempting to hold her beloved in place.
And in that same moment, that staff would begin to glow with a blinding, white light.
"Well. If you can keep your grip for seven seconds."
She chuckled, herself. And with that declaration, the mega's ultimate technique would be executed: Taizoukai Mandala. To anyone watching, it would simply appear as if the two vanished into a blinding ball of holy light, as that powerful, sustained field of holy energy would assault any adversary caught in its wake.
Perhaps Cion had to exhaust Syre of all of her options. As Syre still saw a way to 'win', she still sought to pursue it!
Cursed Soldier Duration: 3/3Ice Enchantment in Effect[Ultimate] Taizoukai MandalaHOLY ELEMENT Syre foregoes any pretense, grasping onto her spear as it gives off a blinding light. A powerful, holy burst of energy is sent off in all directions within a fifteen foot radius, and maintains for several seconds, dealing heavy damage to all within its range. Once per thread. |
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Post by Cion on Jan 1, 2021 23:13:36 GMT
Truth be told, Cion, as she figuratively held Syre at multiple gunpoints, did not quite know what to think anymore. On the one hand, she of course did not dismiss the prowess of her adversary, who was standing strong and tall in spite of the overwhelming odds she had imposed on her. On the other... even in the face of imminent destruction, she did not take the stakes seriously. Did her sweetheart not believe that she would do literally anything to make her dreams come true? Naturally, she loathed the idea of inflicting pain on her, but she made a virtue out of this necessity. Her dearly beloved was meant to be in agony, fueled with seeping emotions originating from mortal fear which had to be released in an immediate and irrepressible burst. She was facing a threat exponentially greater than herself. Worse, unlike most adversaries, the silver fennec was capable of foresight, patience and adaptation. Finding but a single of these aspects among hubristic fiends was a rarity. Yet, as the crystal clear end of this short slaughtering came near, with their gazes locked into each other, the caught prey... grinned. "Huh?" The restrained Arnimon gasped before groaning as she felt her petite body getting squeezed against the plate armor of the vulpine magus. That such a feat was possible to begin with, noncompliant with the broken laws of physics that surrounded them, defied her believes and comprehension. Usually, she appreciated this proximity and touch with her love, but due to the circumstances she was instead close to panicking. "I... can't!" She exclaimed as an answer as the duo was engulfed in a sphere of purging radiance. And that was not something that the Kuzuhamon wanted either, yet she had made her choice. The seven seconds had elapsed. At first, to anyone watching, it might appear as if the two vanished into a blinding ball of divine light, as that powerful, sustained field of holy forces would assault everyone in its wake. Yet within it was a rapidly pulsing core of varicolored elements that became faster and brighter with every passing moment. And then it transpired. Announced by a glaring flash, their shared trap detonated in a titanic explosion of elemental discreation. The booming shock wave dispersed entire expanses of snow as bolts tore through the frozen soil, leaving behind nothing but innumerable swaths of luminescent destruction. Smothers of crystalline shards rose out of the fading remnants of raw power that was unleashed by both combatants. Beyond this veil of uncertainty emerged the black silhouettes of two warriors. Breathing heavily with gritted teeth, her fur partially scorched and ruffled, Cion clung to Syre by the onyx fabric that covered her throat. Her aureate eyes were trapped in a maelstrom of impotent rage and genuine emotional distress. She sincerely wished to yell at her hun, but her poise did not enable this. Nonetheless, there was a lesson to be found. "Never... ever... act so reckless again." She demanded unhesitatingly, her voice hushed and composed yet firm. Their temporarily ruined surroundings were of no concern to her, but the well-being of the one she loved certainly was. Biting her lower lip and coughing out dust, her breath steadily calmed. A teacher had to be patient and compassionate, but some lessons were unavoidable and necessary. "Self-abandonment... fine, but not self-sacrifice." She conceded, accepting that harm was bound to befall her love inevitably. But she would not accept losing her life partner like this - not a second time. Yet, as apparent as this innermost trepidation was, there too was a practical reason to avoid absolute altruism. Such heroism and uncertainy were mirror images. Why? Because the outcome was not guaranteed. With a single act, she intended to make that unambiguous. For an instant, reality warped and violently shattered around the ascendant. What was left behind was her - in well-nigh perfect condition. And if she had been a villain, there would be no knight left to oppose her from... committing unspeakable atrocities. Everything accomplished in ruins and vain, for those who lived... for Cion. "Please. Promise me."
Battle Log:
Passive:
- Numen Aeternum: Reduced Physical Strength - Increased Maximum Health, Defenses and Pain Threshhold.
Move:
- Cion utilizes 'Elemental Discreation' uncontrollably, amplified by 'Natural Law Break'
- Cion utilizes 'Fate Weaver' to undo what had befallen her
- Cion does not utilize Combat-Passive Ability 'Elysian Sanction'
Buffs:
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Debuffs:
1) Cursed Soldier - Reduced Healing
2) /
Active Effects On Enemies:
- Enemies Struck by Elysian Sanction:
1) Slightly reduced speed and mobility + small stacking shock damage (per lodged javelin {max. 3})
- Syre:
1) 2 or 2 Ethereal Javelins
2) Natural Law Break: Snare + Moderately Increased Damage Taken
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Cion's Cooldowns:
1) Kismet Blessing: 3/4
2) Star Dust Surge: 2/3
3) Natural Law Break: 1/3
4) Fate Weaver: 0/5
5) -
Ability Durations:
1) -
2) -
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 2, 2021 0:07:19 GMT
This was just how Syre was.
She was impressively difficult to frighten, in a game or in combat. Always seeking an answer or the 'next possibility', the Kuzuhamon never hesitated to do what needed to be done - and a mere display of force wasn't going to be enough to push Syre over the edge. And it was for that reason that she did not balk at Cion's show of force, but rather saw it as an opening, an opportunity to turn the fight in her favor.
With one tight pull, the Arniomon was tightly held against the fox - and in the next, both vanished behind an intense array of light. The combined force of that elemental attack overwhelmed the both of them, and as Cion clasped onto Syre's armor, the Kuzuhamon herself fell to a knee, her staff clambering off to her side. It was clear that both had been pushed to the edge - but it was only when Cion's words echoed out that Syre's eyes lost their focus.
She looked down, seeing that twisted expression in Cion's eyes. The Arniomon was no longer interested in combat, genuinely concerned with how far the two had taken this - and seeing that, Syre realized just what she had done. To her own ally, to her own love, driven by her own desperation for power.
She had hurt Cion.
Realizing this, Syre felt her hadns curl into fists, gritting her teeth as that healing energy coursed through Cion's body. In the next moment, despite the condition of her frame, the mega reached out and grasped around the Arniomon, holding Cion close to her frame. This was not an effort at grappling her, however, but rather an embrace.
"I'm sorry." Those words came out with a somber tone, as Syre shook her head. "I guess... something like this isn't what I need. When I fight, I don't think of needing more power - I think of what I can do, despite it all. The only time I curse my weakness..."
She grit her teeth. The adrenaline still coursed through her frame, and as she struggled with her words - as the clarity of the moment finally hit her - her body started to pulse with a fervent, gentle, warm glow - one that surrounded Cion, held tight in the fox's arms. Slowly, the cloth gloves were replaced with metal, and the shape of Syre's armor started to change.
Soon, that very Knight they were trying to muster took form, still kneeling, still holding her beloved close.
"... Is when I'm about to lose something important."
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Post by Cion on Jan 2, 2021 11:32:03 GMT
Slowly, they descended onto the dispersed ice and snow, the frozen soil beneath their feet cold and uncomfortably hard like cragged stone. In truth, Cion could not care less what physical and emotional harm had befallen her for the sake of her dearest's ascension. She had thought that this was clear to Syre, but perhaps emotions alone did not suffice to convey this. No - her dearly beloved's well-being mattered infinitely more to her than her own. She knew of her gallantry and prowess, hence she was hardly concerned, but... this reckless display of duty, if not potential self-sacrifice, left her heart heavy and frail.
The mere idea of losing her life partner, again, was one she was unable to live with comfortably. She had to cast it into the depths of her subconsciousness where it was incapable of burdening her. Their heedless sparring-match had not sufficed for her to become aware of it, but this act of mutually assured destruction certainly had. If the Arniomon had not been restrained, then... no. Sighing quietly and softly shaking her head, it became evident that she forced this raging maelstrom of negativity back into the abyss of her mind.
It was a slow, pained process, but eventually both her mien and core regained her signature calm. The time for selfish trepidation was over. Now, she had to tend to her love. Yet, as she released her grasp, the Kuzuhamon immediately re-initiated it in the form of a gentle embrace. Despite the rigid armaments, it was soft and warm to the touch, and it was not difficult for the silver fennec to lose herself in it. "Don't be sorry. Just... promise me that..." She whispered, their snouts of varying sizes leaning against the other. However, before she finished the repeat of her soft-spoken demand, the missing element surfaced from deep within.
Continuing to savor the radiance with closed eyes, the vulpine sentinel understood what transpired. Their stances shifted with the transformation, but their deed remained the same. Syre had done it - not due to sentiments of self-abandonment or power, but the devotion to their bond. What greater proof for their innermost affinity was there? Cion was happy, though her melancholy prevented her from showing that with a smile. Instead, she leaned forward, lips pressing against armored ears.
Oaths had to be mutual. They had to be sincere. And... they had to come from personal experiences, even if they were haunting. "I promise, you will never lose me."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 3, 2021 19:32:17 GMT
Honestly, the ease Syre felt, finally evolving into her 'apex' form, felt a little unsettling. Syre truly couldn't reach her 'apex' form by a simple desire for power, or even if she felt herself pressed into a corner. To reach the form of Gallantmon, to truly desire this strength, it wasn't enough to want it for herself.
It only came to her when she needed it for another.
That realization came as the Gallantom gently grasped her hands around the fox's back, holding the diminutive form close, resting her head right against Cion's. Those gentle words rang into her ears, and Syre gave a nod, gently letting her fingers run down the fox's back. "I promise. I'll... hold myself from being so reckless." The Gallantmon nodded, her eyes showing her own somber expression as she slowly loosened that grip, carefully setting the fox down. She stood to her full height, looking down at her arms, tensing them into fists before relaxing them.
"This is... surreal." Syre blinked. "The last time I was in this form, I barely had any time to think. I became Gallantmon, but I don't even remember being it - just a surge of 'red' whenever I try to remember what happened. But this?"
She tensed her left arm, the shield appearing at her gauntlet - lance appearing in her right hand shortly after.
"It doesn't even 'feel' real. Like, this is me?"
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Post by Cion on Jan 6, 2021 8:49:54 GMT
Well... that was not exactly the promise Cion was hoping to receive from her dearly beloved, but she supposed this was the best she would get from her. Their lines of work, be it mercenarily chivalrously, prevented them from being able to assure guaranteed well-being. Then again, given the literal eons she had, as of yet, managed to endure every challenge, usually victoriously, was there really reason to concerned? From a rational point of view, the answer was clear - no. Syre was already displaying greater potential than she had ever tapped into, and was apt at utilizing it. Besides, life was unpredictable as she had experienced herself.
Enjoying the gentle yet all-encompassing embrace of her darling, she sensed the grip release her as the titanic knight arose to reveal her full augustness to the digital realm. To the silver fennec, it was almost amusing to know that her sweetheart was well-nigh quintuple her own size. It was not a surprise, for most ascendants were a variety of colossal humanoid, but still... it made her chuckle quietly. Nonetheless, she did not say a word as her love got acquainted with her new frame. There remained plenty for them to do, hence a short break was expedient.
"In this existence, I fought a VenomMyotismon which pushed me over the edge. It seems that seeing red is a common occasion, as my memories are vague, too." She explicated calmly with a confident smile to reassure the Gallantmon. There was, from where she stood, no reason for the paladin to doubt herself. And as the armaments were conjured, the unassuming fox took the time to flash-step onto the giant's shoulder. Making it herself comfortable as she sat down, savoring the warmth the lancer emitted, she playfully nudged her armored cheek.
"Yet this is truest embodiment of who and what you are, dear." She continued, softly folding her arms as likely a few more moments of attunement transpired, which was perfectly understandable. Sensing the expended power from the previous clash return to her, a soothing veil of incandescent pleasance swathed the enormous vanguard, mending the remaining wounds beneath her suit of armor. It was incapable of taking away all the pain and injuries, but natural regeneration would not take long to remedy this. "There, as good as new."
And as fine and dandy as everything appeared to be, they were not finished with their training. In fact, similar to their first true session in autumn, the digivolution itself was merely the cornerstone from which a lasting foundation had to be forged. This was bound to require a lot of their time and effort, but the vulpine sentinel did not mind that. In fact, she was looking forward to it. "So... what did it feel like evolving? How calm is your core? Have you practiced self-control and self-awareness daily as instructed?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 8, 2021 16:00:46 GMT
True, perhaps no promise that Syre could give in earnest would satisfy Cion's concerns completely. Such was the nature of the BlackGatomon's job, both as a Knight and with her sense of duty as well. The job was very important to the Knight of the Rose, but there was always a sense of risk, a feeling of uncertainty as Syre was away on her missions.
All Cion could do was trust in Syre. As the Knight stood, she listened to Cion's own experience reaching her apex form. "Heh... I guess the fights themselves sort of blur together in memory no matter what." The Gallantmon blinked, looking over to Cion as she rested on her shoulder. This was her 'truest embodiment'? Feeling that healing energy rush through her body, Syre took a few more moments to try and get used to this new frame.
"Maybe the desire to 'protect' is so strong that it manifested into the Shield Knight?" Syre mulled it over, once more looking down at her armaments. "If you asked me before I knew I had this, if you told me 'Gallatnmon' was my Super Mega, I might not have believed you. My 'prior' forms are all hit-and-run, mid-to-long range fighters - kinda like how you are as an Arniomon. But this is very much..."
Syre dug her feet into the ice: "Plant my feet," her left arm raised, "raise my shield," and she set her weapon forward, "and meet the enemy head on." The feeling itself felt natural, as if she knew how to use this form instinctively - but it went against Syre's way of thinking. As for Cion's instruction, Syre took a moment to rest the hand of her shield arm against her chest, closing her eyes as she focused.
"... Like a wildfire." Syre shook her head, with a chuckle. "I have been practicing your lessons once a day, and Sistermon's no longer 'losing' data - but this is an entirely different beast. That said, the furnace definitely isn't going at full blast right now. I'd say..." Syre mulled it over, "Idling, a good four hours. In combat, maybe twenty, thirty minutes?"
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