Areon Fury
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Post by Areon Fury on Jun 14, 2010 18:03:00 GMT -8
((OoC: David Blaze first please, anyone else after is okay.))
Things where changing. Things where moving, and it was easy for Areon to track. He rescently observed two rather high power levels that had gotten together, their equipment was special made, but the traces programmed to those signatures where two of the stronger Dragons. David Blaze and Gabriel Seran. He had been tracking their movements ever since Leon became solitary and... Barely readable.
Mostly because he knew either Gabriel would be plotting something or David would step up. The roof of the fourth building. The Seniors and College students. This is where he had come. Peering down at the grounds below. Reading everything, waiting for that perfect spot. And it appeared. No, He appeared, so Areon stepped off the ledge falling in a standing position his clothes fluttering in the wind harshly before the wind at the ground would kick up harshly thrashing leaves and grass and trees away from a single spot as Areon slowed and touched down softly.
He stood now maybe 20 feet from David Blaze.
"I've come to challange the last top tier Dragon left. Not only that but to tell you the location of The Lightning Dragon as well."
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Post by David B. on Jun 14, 2010 22:23:38 GMT -8
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Rocks burst under his boots with each step, the Aetheral Dragon not even paying attention. He walked with a purpose, a stride none but another monster could understand. Whispers at his insignia, glares and promises in the eyes of his enemies. Good. Let them fear. Let them know to cower before the might of a Dragon. His ears perked. A ruffled. He stopped, standing still as stone, the wings on the back of his sweater rising from the waist to the shoulder blades, the white over-coat fluttering in the breeze. A torrent, and a weight hitting the ground behind him.
"I've come to challange the last top tier Dragon left. Not only that but to tell you the location of The Lightning Dragon as well"
David cocked an unseen eyebrow before his face returned stoic, his body turning to face none other than Areon Fury. He had fought the kid before, on many occassions, and he had proven himself to be a worthy adversary. But a Dragon? Well...back then, both of them were far weaker then they were now. Not to mention, David didn't hold the position he did. Now...things were changing. Areon knew it, and wanted in. This, David liked. He cracked his neck, the ground cracked slightly beneath his monsterous weight. He unzipped his coat, taking it off and, with one arm, tossing it to the side. A massive imprint came around the sweater, its weight causing a small crater. He tore off his shirt, and threw it over as well, the weigh in it doing much the same.
"We will talk."
He tore off his leg weights, throwing them over his shoulders. Then, lastly, his gloves.
"When you wake up."
'Lighter than a feather...'
He rolled his shoulders.
"Come, Areon. Prove to me your Worth."
Stats for thread:
Strength: 300 Dexterity: 328 Constitution: 320 Intelligence: 75 Wisdom: 70 Charisma: 70
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Areon Fury
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Wind Dragon[M:-2010]
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Post by Areon Fury on Jun 14, 2010 22:55:42 GMT -8
Areon watched as David started to take his gear off, Areon's goggles started beeping, but Areon was preocupied concentrating his Qi, his feet lifting from the ground as a vortex covered his body. David gave his words, Areon knew he was outmatched here, David was just too powerful, not to mention battle hardened.
"Dont think I'll recognize your claim until you prove it to me!"
Areon would use his master Qi now hurling himself with his Qi at David pulling back his right arm in an open palm fashion, there was no reason for any kind of trickery, or holding back as David had already presented. This was a test of power, skill, and will. It didn't matter to Areon that David was stronger, it didn;t matter that every possibility pointed to him losing, his scouter told him this many times over, for longer than even today, nothing surprised him, but still. This was his path, this was the trail he would walk.
Once in range Areon unleashed the whole vortex through his right palm, which was aimed in a strike to David's mid section, so even maybe the range of the attack mite hit him.
((Str and Dex for the attack are: 81))
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Post by David B. on Jun 14, 2010 23:07:42 GMT -8
"Come on then, we'll make our point together."
Areon surface, David's eyes widening in exhileration. Adrenaline coursed through his vains- this was the first challenge to his right. To his name. He was the Dragon to rule Dragons- it was on his head to show the world they wouldn't be fucked with. Areon would shoot toward him, and David would do nothing to stop him. His legs would spread and bend, his fists balling up at his sides as he bent his arms at the elbow, holding his hands at his waist. His own Qi was, for the moment, out of commission, as the change in who David was confused its energies. But it didn't matter- he only needed his muscle, and that would be more than enough for this. He air would whip back, revealing bright, crystal blue hues, cold as ice.
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT, KID!"
The blow would slam into his midsection, lifting him off his feet, causing him to skid along the ground and slam clean through several benches and a fire hydrant. Water shot up, blocking him from view, the massive trail etched into the earth. A second passed, then another.
Through the water David would walk, eyes careless, malicious. No smirk on his face, no look of contempt. Simple, calm promise. Promise of pain.
"My turn."
He shot forward, his body seeming to float and fly. His hand would reach out, aiming to grab Areon by the face, palming it. He would slam downward, hopefully crushing Areons head into the cement. (Str of attack- 100.) Should this, by some miracle miss, he would stop and through a hard hook with his right arm, straight for Areon's sternum, looking to send the boy flying clean from the air.
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Areon Fury
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Post by Areon Fury on Jun 15, 2010 18:19:41 GMT -8
Areon landed with his right side facing the area David had been thrown, watching the water blast upward from the broken hydrant, the water blasting in every direction. Areon smiled a bit. Though his goggles told him that it was direct hit where David went, and that... He did almost nothing to damage David. Which made his grin widen.
~That was my strongest attack.... This should be fun.~
Areon knew using any sort of his Qi again would cause him pain, not only physically, but deffinitly doing long lasting damage. So again he charged it. The vortex cirlcing his body, but a hand blasting through the wind grasping his face over his goggles, the tent of the goggles showing the hands in a dark red manner, as he was forced to the ground, slamming hard, the goggles cracking and breaking under David's force. But he had gathered the vortex, under his drained and now dazed opression released it while pushing his palm up against David wherever he could.
If it worked and David was flung away like last time the only thing Areon could do was roll to the side, push himself up to his knees and hands. And cough a bit, blood dripping from the back of his head down the sides of his face. Finally he would reach up to his goggles and pull them off. He knew he didn't have time to rest so he began to look for him the old fashioned way, though it was harder considering he was blind in his right eye, obvious fromt eh scar from his forehead, down over his right eye, and under it along his cheek stopping about half way. Both eyes where pale white, with the glimmer inside of it, a shine like a cats eyes when light is behind his head.
The pain from the face palm was severe, but even more so was the pain he had caused himself by using that attack again. It ripped through his Qi system like a shockwave, but he had to stand he had to prepare for the next attack.
((OoC: New Stats due to using Qi too many times at its max level. Attack had same power as previous attack.
Str: 50 Dex: 50 Con: 45))
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Post by David B. on Jun 16, 2010 13:48:32 GMT -8
David's laughter would turn into a vicious, Dragon-like roar, his hand feeling the goggles break under his grip. He had done damage, putting his opponent in a position of hieghtened awareness. Areon would know that, like Leon, david would hold no punches. He would hurt the kid, and make him show his true colors. Perhaps it was chance, but his own arm and force blocked Areon's attack from his line of sight, and so the blow would once again land. However, the battle hardened Blaze was, obviously, no rookie, and when he felt the wind and pressure heading for his chest, he slid/hopped on his feet to the left, just enough to where the blow would slam into his shoulder.
He would fly through the air, spinning around and the force of the kids Qi caught him in its pressure. He hit a metal lamp post, the pole bending clean in half before David fell to the ground. He pushed himself up, a cut along his right shoulder forming from the sliding precision of the wind. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing the ten foot bent pole. He ripped it from its new home, the post tearing along the bend. He leapt into the hair, bringing it over his head and slamming it toward the ground- directly for Areons head.
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Areon Fury
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Post by Areon Fury on Jun 16, 2010 21:48:26 GMT -8
The wrenching and bending of metal caught the ears of Areon Fury, as his head snapped in that direction he noted the pole being ripped from its position. Tearing it like paper, Areon smirked a bit, his vision blurred for a brief moment, and his knee's felt weak. One attack was all it took to put him in this state... How unfortunate.
~Heh... Tough bastard.~
Areon was having a hard time concentrating now. He knew it would be impossible to dodge whatever it was David was deciding to do with that damn pole. So instead he drew his arms into his sides, ebnding them at the elbows and clenching his fists tight as he concentrated the Qi in his body, the wind picking up around him, throwing dabree, and his own clothes around, his blood red hair whipping about him like a willow in a tornado. The vortex surrounding him again.
"I'll never give up!"
He would launch himself at the attack now, throwing his right fist instead of a palm, unleashing the vortex on the pole.
"Do you hear me?!"
His own attack strength even with his Qi would be nothing in compairison to David's even with the vortex at its max. The pole would slice straight through the wind like a hot knife through butter, slamming into Areon. Throwing him harshly back at the ground. His body would hit, one could audibly hear him flying through the air. Apon contact it would be like a grenade had gone off, smoke and dabree, as he made a trench with his body as he slid across the ground from the initial crater he left.
His eyes blank and open. Laying there, the pain striking from once again over exerting his body with the use of his Qi, adding to his pain. Blood flowing from his head, and nose. A cough, and he would spit the excess blood in his mouth to the ground around him as well as on his own face. His shirt and pants had been ripped pretty bad in the fall and slide, the wrapping about his arms all but gone, and his jacket had been ripped right from his body.
~No....~
Areon blinked, his fingers twitching, cuts and lacerations all over his body. Moving slowly he would get to a standing position, or something similer, his right arm was useless. The wind a normal breeze as it pulled the rest of his shirt from his body, almost threatening to push him back over as he began to walk. Bringing his left hand up next to him, at about shoulder level, before moving it out to his side straight out, a small vortex appeaaring about his wrist, as he formed a blade with his hand.
"Wont...."
Str: 45 Dex: 45 Con: 40
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Post by David B. on Jun 16, 2010 23:34:27 GMT -8
David dropped the pole, casting it aside like a gun he ran out of ammo for, Areon coming to his feet. Blood covered the boy, and yet he stood. Pain had to be coursing through every fiber, yet he stumbled forward through the agony, refusing to quit. David brushed some concrete off his shoulder, shaking his head to cause dust to fly through the air. It was a different point of view, from previous encounters. The boy seemed so well mannered, unhostile. He cooperated with those who needed him, yet he held a determination for battle. In the end, it was what he needed, the proof of his prowess shining. It was fading now, to be sure, with the light of his conciousness, but it was there.
"You know what i always thought when i saw you Areon?"
He put his hands in his pockets, watching the boy trying to stumble across the distance.
"I thought of wasted potential. You always appeared unwilling to enter the fray, and like a weasel, you served the undeserving powers behind this school."
He cracked his neck.
"But now, now you see what is to be a Dragon. It is more than a proving in combat. Its a way of life."
When Areon stepped up, Davids left hand would Grab the kid by the neck, and with his right, he would grip the wrist, the sheer force of his strength breaking through the wind that held the blade together. The violence of such powers combating over the same space would cause a magnetic air about them, lighting jumping from the spot.
"You wish to prove yourself to the best in combat? You have done so, Wind Dragon." He pulled the boy in close. "But prove your life worthy of the title, you still have yet to do. Show me you can be more, and make me proud of the title i restore to you." He released the wrist and, with his right fist, would punch the boy square in the ribs, aiming to break the three his made direct contact with, and fracture those it didnt, all along Areon's left side.
"Wind Dragon you are once more- but know your place. Never question my standing again."
And he would let the body drop, walking away from the battle, scooping up his clothes as he left the boy to the student medics who would arrive shortly after.
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