KOV X: CPG vs Rive Drakeis

Blue embers of heat radiate from the pores of her skin as they ascended into the air around her. Breaking free the small whispers of fire bleeds into the night’s sky. Blending in with the swirls of blue, dancing next to the hues of yellow and the abyss of black. The amount of energy releasing from her body is bringing her body temperature down to an abnormal level. Her skin could feel like the cold metal inside of a freezer.

Her pink hair stands out in this environment like a flamingo poking its head around in Russia. The young hero, finds herself walking around a little village of empty dull houses. Something you’d see in a recent horror game. Maybe she’ll find a hidden treasure, a healing item would be kind of nifty. Her ice cold hands touch the walls of the interior of what is a mold of a house. Nothing on the inside, just gray walls, and very square holes in a wall or two to give the illusion of it being a window.

Each “house” felt too empty. As if she was exploring an unfinished miniature village that would be used to show business owners in a retail meeting. As she ventured through the multitude of the caricature of houses she knew by now, that her moment of prowling the area was coming to an end. Something was arriving.

Walking into this empty gray street, she feels her body temperature beginning to increase at a dramatic rate.

As it increases, she reflects on what her Master Feral Nova once said, “when you take the cookie doh, it needs to be heated to mold the perfect cookie; however, don’t push the heat too high or you’ll have one very disappointing cookie” When her body finally lets steam roll off of it, she halts the rising level to there. Over exhausting herself will easily give her opponent the win.

Blair in preparation of knowing that her opponent is arriving, earlier had released balls of light from her body in the sky above. Those embers are almost invisible to the naked eye unless they happen to pass by the yellow and blacks areas in the background. Chances are her opponent could easily miss like all of them by standing in a good spot or if they were very good at dodging, but if at least one manage to hit them then there would be a 1 degree burn that would be the size of a golf ball. Sounds awfully painful, really.

Each step felt as clay against his synthetic feet, molding to his pressure and shape rather than the expected ungiving nature it should have. Buildings are alight with the embers of candles and ovens in some primitive land. He swipes his fingers across a window and takes a swipe of it off, only for it to recoil back to its original image.

"Deceptions...." It began to stand out more now. These things were not great wholes but a coalition of smaller strokes that danced and coalesced together to perform the lie of being a reality. All except...

His eyes squint but it was too late. That small orb of light was real. Evidence of that was now a pock mark of bubbling flesh that severed his ceremonial tattoos and exposed the layer of dermis beneath his thick hide. His anger swelled, boiling over with the darkforce energy that gave him his ancient, and ominous power.

The Drakeis pulls his saber from out of a link in his black leather belt. The pressure switch goes in and his ruby red saber forms it's light at either end, searing the deceitful roof beneath his feet. It sinks slightly and rive used that to his advantage, hopping skyward with the help of the force and the elastic thing beneath him. He swirls like the stars above and narrowly escapes two that flew at him, landing on a milky yellow shore as they explode in his wake.

He stands on the street just before the oil shore and turns to face the city. He can feel...something, someone else perhaps, waiting in the mixture. Lurking for an opportune moment to assault him with a disabling blow.

"Come, coward!" His voice is ethereal, as though it were two separate people speaking at once through a microphone too close to their mouths "Face your DEFEAT..." His saber pierces the street and sends a foul stench of chemicals into the air as he drags it from one sidewalk to the next.

As the melting orbs rained from the melancholy sky, Blair aimlessly wandered hoping to hear the slightest sound in order to pin point the location of her opponent.

"come coward" In her perception, his voice felt like a roar that echoed through her body from yards away. Synchronizing her vocal chords Blair cleared her throat, "With my pleasure." Being able to make her voice travel far from its origin, she gave the illusion of him potentially hearing her words as if she was standing over his shoulder. For the next 30 seconds, her voice will be on a loop to hopefully give him a sense of paranoia, if that was possible to create.

As she began to race towards his location, she began to slow back down to the point of her stopping and falling down to her knees. Tears rapidly changing color as they cascade down her cheeks. A stench of an odd mixture of chemicals began to enter her body. While it didn't affect the outside of her skin, she felt the inside of her mouth and nostrils. Her vision began to go very blurry. She felt an immense pain trailing down the inside of her throat that is crawling down to her organs.

Pressing her palms to the ground, Blair transfers stored light energy from her body and converts it into sound. Sending waves upon waves of sound underneath the soil, the reluctant hero hopes aims to create an unsteady field. With the fiery pain that is causing boils to now appear in her insides, this impacts the level of strength she pours into how much energy she inputs. If the timing is correct, the ground should shake enough to hopefully knock her opponent off their balance. Instead of the buildings falling apart, she hopes to use her waves to distort the clay like buildings as a distraction.

Using whatever strength she had left in that moment, Blair jumps high into the sky. Using her capabilities of sound to have her momentarily levitate her, she sends a multi color blast of light from her hands aimed to potentially harm her opponent. After the initial blast left her hands, she immediately falls back to the chemical exposed ground.

"With my pleasure"

"Err?" Rive reels around to slice an enemy but only meets hot air and oil.

"With my pleasure"

"Gah!" He thrusts his saber backward in a sheathing motion expecting to feel the weight of a pierced body on his handle. Still, he met nothing. He stopped for a moment and retracted his blade. The drakonid prince's black and red chin rises, his fists balled at his sides as his eyes close.

He reaches into the darkforce with his open, rage fueled mind to find this woman with the maddening voice who dared to taunt him.

There...

With a deluded smile on his pointed face, the Drakeis wills the darkforce to rush the smoldering chemical stretch of road in the direction of the lifeforce he felt, shoving the fumes in her direction like a noxious invisible bullet meant to penetrate her senses.

The form he feels in the force lilts and falls like a broken flower in a strong breeze. Every step is electric as he makes his way to her location. What kind of creature is this, he asks himself, that can manipulate light and sound?

The answer came, but not in the form he anticipated.

The ground ebbs and flows like roiling waves in an ocean. He can hear a thunder clap muffled by the imitation earth beneath his unsteady feet. He falls forward, unable to use the force to balance himself in time before a steady interval became a booming one that took him off balance yet again. Rive bounced uncontrollably on the blob of road, pocks of it opening like volcanoes to spew buckets of mixed paint.

Rive's body felt like a punching bag, every booming note of sound hitting like a truck. BOOM. Once more and it had sent the now paint splattered prince soaring through the air, into the faux ocean that extended beyond the city shore.

Dazed, he sinks in the lighter oils covered in browns and deep blues, assorted yellows...he is in awe of the fireworks above just beyond the miniscus of the pond. Then he feels the familiar sensation of needing to breathe. The water oils begin to form tiny spires of bubbles due to the super heated state thanks to the orbs of light that rained down on the surface and emitted all the way down to the glossy floor. But a Drakonid is not like other creatures. They can withstand high temperatures and noxious fumes like the reptiles of Earth's history. A Drakonid warrior does not fear the unknown.

His spattered face rises from the pool with not hardly a ripple in his wake. He checks the area and sees the devastation of his opponents attack and its as if the bruised and broken ribs on his chest were on fire. Every attempt at a silent step out of the water made him scrunch like an accordion from the weight of his body rising.

He had no idea where his saber had gone. His only weapon now were his natural abilities, and the darkforce.

Only the crackling of flames against volatile oil could be heard amongst the former picturesque cityscape. Rive carries himself forward on synthetic legs, willing the force to act as a bracer around his ribs to maintain the illusion of perfection, as he walks up to his opponent that he can spot from long down the beaten road, "Finally, we meet..." Lifting his left hand, Rive grabs his wrist with his right hand and JERKS it to the left with a loud POP. "Would you like to surrender now, or should we continue to round 2?"

He rolls his readjusted wrist and steps back, letting go of the brace to will the dark force forward. The globs of flaming paint became to levitate in the air like mini minions waiting for an order. If his opponent made a sudden move they would hurdle towards her with a spear like speed in an attempt to attach to her body and siultaneous burn her, a move out of spite especially as he still feels the searing wound of bubbling flesh now scabbing over on his arm.