6th Annual Nintendoland Battlefield Tournament - Championship Fight ( Battlefield )
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Shinigami
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Shinigami
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Out of Character:
When you read this post, I suggest you listen to the Rammestein song ‘Tier’, for it is the song I think fits it perfectly… *grins devilishly…*
In Character:
The God of Death miserably and painfully raised his dirt-encased body off of the ground in such a way that it appeared as though a great and heavy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and thrown aside like a useless handicap dog. He staggered as he rose off of the ground, his legs shaking wildly and fluidly, his coordination seemingly shot, and his sense of being lost and forgotten to him for what would be god only knows how long. The spectators and Phenom looked at the Lord of Death who stood above the arena pit’s floor, looking at them with a demonic and sadistic smirk that went ear-to-ear across his face. The God of the Dead then slightly opened his mouth, revealing to them all his sharp, wicked, sadistically vile shark-like teeth that lined his mouth, still intact and secure as they had been throughout this fight and all the other ones he had taken part in. They all fixated their attention onto his teeth, for they truly appeared to be the most vile and daunting part of the Lord of Death’s body, yet if his adversary or the spectators would’ve gazed into his eyes, then they would’ve surely been able to depict the true evil that loomed behind his deep, crimson eyes of death. A small ember of hate burned in the center of his eyes where the pupil would normally be, an ember so vile and corrupted that one couldn’t begin to hope of it gaining redemption, for it was that evil and represented so much hate and contempt for those who stood in the arena. The Lord of the Dead then finally staggered back once more as he had done before, blinking his eyes in such a rapid way that it signified that he was regaining his momentum, and would soon be at full-power once again.
“Well, Phenom” The Lord of Death said calmly and without any type of emotion to his voice. He then placed his right hand on his left cheek, rubbing it from the blow that the Dead Man had dealt him only a few moments ago. It was then that his ear-to-ear smile transformed, becoming larger than it had ever been before, revealing every single one of his massive shark-like teeth and even the dark, abysmal pit that lead down into his ‘stomach’, if he had any. Then, as he noticed his adversary was looking down the small black abyss that was in the back of his mouth, he decided to continue with what he was going to say. “I am impressed, but not that impressed. It’s time…I teach you a lesson. It’s time I teach you why I am known throughout the universe as the Supreme Deity of Death, it’s time I educate you on what death is all about, and the type of torture that comes with it. It is time that you suffer as many have suffered. It is time that I tell you what you have done to anger me so. It is time that you die.” And with that said, the Lord of the Dead came forward with his right fist extended in the direction of his adversary, his body literally ripping through the very sinew of the air until he literally moved through it so quickly that it seemed as though he was nothing more than a beam of light, yet most knew better than that. Due to the amazing speed that the Death Lord traveled at, Phenom didn’t notice what had happened, for it all occurred so quickly and hence was unable to dodge the brutal punch to his stomach. When the fist of the Lord of the Dead smacked into the stomach of his opponent, it caused the great Dead Man to immediately lose all of his wind, and also sending up a lot of blood through his esophagus, causing him to cough up a great deal of blood onto the God of the Dead. Immediately after the crimson paint that spewed from his fellow competitor’s mouth made contact with the thick, jet-black, armor-like skin of the Death Lord it was assimilated and fused with his own. The Emperor of Death then looked at Phenom, noticing that he wasn’t moving at all, and whether it be from shock of the attack or just his own folly, the Lord of Death knew not to let a good circumstance down, and so he took his fist that was still in his adversary’s stomach out.
“Phenom…” Shinigami said as he looked down at his opponent who was now holding his stomach with both of his hands, for the shock and pain that surged through his body was enough to cripple any god, so a mortal would indefinitely be seriously injured by such a powerful punch to the gut. “….talk is cheap. I will not waste your time anymore with talk. No, rather, I will teach you with my two friends: destra and sinistra—my right and left hand.” He then raised both of his hands up into the air in front of his opponent and placed them onto both of his adversary’s ears, blocking all and any sounds that would try to pierce the Dead Man’s ears. Then, when he had a good hold on his adversary’s ears, he made sure that the center of his palms were on top of the entrance to his inner-earlobe, and when this was secured a truly demonic and vile smirk enveloped his face to a degree where one would question the Lord of Death’s sanity, for they should. Immediately after his deadly smirk of death, both of his hands quickly began to gather a great deal of energy beneath the palms of both of his hands, energy so wicked and vile it disguised itself as pure-white energy. The light that they pure-white energy beneath his hands emitted was able to breach the very dark, armor-like skin of the Lord of Death it was so bright, making it appear to those who were watching the fight that his hands were glowing white, yet that was far from the case. The white light that was so dense and strong that it penetrated the skin of the Lord of the Dead was also able to illuminate the beaten and battered face of Phenom, revealing to everyone the deep scars that covered his entire face. Then, after seeing the many scars that covered his adversary’s face the Death Lord knew his next move, and so he did it. First, he started off by digging his talons into the side of his opponent’s skull, going so deep that his talons hit the very marrow that was Phenom’s skull, causing a sound to ring through the Dead Man’s head that sounded like the scratching and corroding of metal more than anything else. Vendetta screamed out loud at the highest volume he could, hoping that his cries of pain and torment would reach some sort of higher being, yet none heard his plea.
“I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself know ‘Why me oh God?’ The truth is, God has nothing to do with it.” Shinigami said demonically and cruelly with a truly evil sense of being to his voice that one just knew from the pitch and tone of what he had to say that he truly meant it. “In fact, I hear God’s not in Rome this time of year…” He grinned to himself demonically, and then his grin was replaced as he took on a snarl expression, raising one side of his lip up, but not the other, revealing some of his teeth yet not too many. Then, the final phase of the attack started for then and there, right at that moment, a thick black mist began to rise from the ground, seeping through the smallest of cracks, crawling and creeping up the legs of both warriors. It moved in such intricate patterns, patterns so complex and vile that it would’ve seemed to most as though the mist were being controlled by Satan himself it was so wicked and demonic. Then, as most things have to end, the mist also ended when it reached the waist of the Dead Man. After that had occurred, the mist began to get denser and denser until it was no longer mist, but thick black smoke that was so thick one would think it could be taken with them. It was only after the mist had transformed into smoke that it began to continue journeying up the body of Phenom, creeping and crawling up his skin and through the tightest areas of his shirt, making it impossible for him to escape the pain that would soon come.
After a minute had passed the entire body of Phenom was covered by the thick smoke that the Lord of Death had summoned from the very pit of Hell itself, mist so evil and vile that none could doubt the vile intentions it had. The God of the Dead looked about at his surroundings, making sure that the smoke had completely engulfed everything in its wake, reassuring himself that what he was about to do wouldn’t fail, and then, in one quick motion, he decided it was time, and so he closed his eyes, his jet-black eyelids closing, sealing shut, preventing any light from breaching their shell. Then, almost simultaneously after the Lord of Death had closed his eyes the very pupils of the Dead Man began to deteriorate right in front of all the spectators at such a rapid rate that if any of them had blinked they would’ve missed the entire event. After Phenom’s pupils had disappeared, it appeared to all who were watching that the Dead Man’s eyes had turned pure-white, and that they did.
“Now, Phenom!” Shinigami screamed aloud, his cry of hate and death seemingly bellowing from the very pits of Hell itself, a scream so vile in description that God and Satan would cower to his might and will. “NOW YOU WILL FEEL THE TORMENT AND PAIN OF ALL THOSE WHO HAD EVER DIED!” Immediately after he had said what he needed to say, white bolts of energy began to surge around both of the Lord of Death’s shoulders, gathering quickly and rapidly, and then, in what seemed like only a second of charging energy, the bolts of white electricity moved down the long and muscular arms of the Death Lord into the very palms that had covered his adversary’s ears, tearing through them as water would tear through paper, and then the bolts of white energy surged into the very ears of the Death Lord’s adversary. Phenom then opened his mouth as widely as he could in a way that made it seem as though he were being controlled by some other-worldly being, revealing his pearly-white teeth to all of the spectators, yet that wasn’t what the spectators were focusing their attention on, for they were all fixated on his mouth more than anything else, for his mouth had a great deal of white energy in it, making it appear as though he were going to fire some sort of blast at them, yet instead, he didn’t. Meanwhile, as this occurred, instead Phenom’s brain and mind he knew nothing that was occurring outside, for he was fighting something else, but in the inside rather than the out. The very thing he was fighting was nothing more than fear, fear of death, and the very memories of the dead. He couldn’t hear nor could he see and understand what was happening to him, all he knew and experienced was the torment that came from the violent surges of energy that pulsated through his mind that attacked as a jack hammer would attack a helpless infant child. All this caused him to have and experience the same memories as those who had died, to feel the same pain they felt. This was all too much for the Dead Man to take, and it became evident to even Shinigami as Vendetta’s body began to convulse as he continued his onslaught on the mind of Phenom. Ignoring his adversary’s convulsing, he continued to brutally rape his adversary’s mind of every last bit of ignorance that he possessed, making sure that he was completely aware of what death was and what it could do, and the tortures that came after one died. He looked down at the Dead Man, watching him as he brutally attacked his mind once again, sending many impulses of the dead to strike at the very core of Phenom, and sending him on the brink of insanity. Then, finally, after he thought the Dead Man had enough, and knowing not to push anyone over the bounds of their sanity, he ripped his talons out from the skull of his adversary, and as he did so the sound of metal corroding was heard once again echoing through the mind of Phenom, a sound so vile he would never forget it for as long as he lived. The white light that had illuminated the hands of the Lord of Death then disappeared and when it did the darkness that had surrounded the coliseum resumed its throne as it had done many times throughout this fight. Then, the Dead Man’s pupils began to get larger and larger until they resumed the size that they had been previously before the attack, resuming their prior position.
“So, Phenom…” Shinigami said to his foe, a pleasured smirk across his face that extended ear-to-ear across his face, voiding him of all expressions except a pleased and content look that signified his pleasure in his foe’s pain. “How did you like the memories of the dead?” He then scowled down at his adversary in a way that a human would scowl at a dog that was lowlier then itself, looking down upon him as though he were nothing more than a pathetic excuse for what he used to be. Seeing his chance at an attack, he wasted no time as he then seized the hair of his adversary, wrapping his talons around the thick hair of his opponent and holding it with an iron grip. Yet, he didn’t caress it; rather, he tore it right out of Phenom’s head, quickly and in one, swift motion of utter pain and torment, and with it much blood and meat was also taken out of his scalp. The pain was so sharp and violent that it caused the Dead Man to shed a tear, a tear that rolled down the hills of his face and to his chin, where it leaped off to the ground below. He wasted no time in hurting him yet again, yet this time, instead of doing something that would definitely wound him, he decided to take another approach and do something that would give him more pain than anything else, and so he did. He brought his right hand back and wiggled his fingers around in such a way that a doctor would wiggle his hands after he put on a glove, and then, in one swift and truly sick motion, he lunged his right hand down into the back of his opponent, and once his long and vile talons made contact with the soft flesh of the Dead Man they tore right through it. Yet, contrary to what most would believe, he didn’t stab him; rather, when his talons were deep enough he actually moved them around in such a way that normally (had there not of been any meat there) he would’ve made a fist. He now had a strong grip on his adversary’s back, yet, and then, after realizing this himself, an absolutely wicked and vile expression dominated all others as it erupted across his face, eradicating everything else. In one quick and demonic motion he tore the meat that he had a grip on right out of his opponent’s back, causing his adversary to lunge forward towards the ground, screaming as loud as he could, tears of anger and torment breaching his emotions and running down his cheeks.
The Lord of the Dead then brought the large chunk of meat that he had torn from his adversary’s back up to his face and he examined it carefully and with much precision, noting every last detail inside his mind as a lot of blood leaked from the bloody piece of meat that he had torn from the back of his adversary, the blood dripping off of the meat and falling down to the floor below where it began to collect and gather in order to form one large and massive puddle of death, a puddle that surrounded the Dead Man. He then dropped the piece of meat that he had torn from Vendetta’s back onto the floor below, and when it hit it splashed into the small puddle of blood that was lying below both warriors’ feet. The Death God then examined the part of his adversary’s back where he had taken the large and substantial piece of meat from, noting the deep and painful cavity in his opponent’s back. He then smirked to himself, as an idea so vile and corrupt passed through his mind—yet the worst thing was that he actually considered the vile thought of evil that had passed through his mind. After about a minute of consolidating himself, he came to an inevitable conclusion that he knew to be right, and so he decided he would commit it, and go through with his plan.
“Phenom…if I must…I will take you apart piece by piece.” The Lord of the Dead said ominously. “I will defeat you. If I lose, so be it. But even then, you will be scarred beyond belief. These scars that I will bestow upon you will forever remain on your body until the day you finally die, yet they will not disappear then, no, not at all. They will endure on your soul.” He then grabbed his opponent by the back of his head, taking his talons and digging them into his flesh as deep as he possibly can without killing his opponent. Then, without another second of hesitation, he immediately slammed his adversary’s face into the ground below, and as his face made contact with the jagged pieces of rock that had been made due to the pressure that Shinigami had created many scars and disfigurations covered the warrior’s face, making it impossible for even his own mother to recognize him. Knowing not to give Phenom another second to react, he ripped the Dead Man’s face out of the ground and continued to raise his limp and fragile body above the ground until he was at a higher elevation than Shinigami was. The Death Lord looked at the battered and severally bruised body of the Dead Man, and then a truly wicked and vile thought occurred to him ‘He hasn’t suffered enough…yet…’, and so the most wicked and demonic smirk that had ever been seen before crossed Shinigami’s face, reaching both of his ears and revealing every last one of his long, shark-like teeth to the spectators that were watching the fight. Then, his arms started to feel as though they were getting heavier and heavier, and he knew what was going to come next, and so he decided the best thing that he could do would be to hurt him now, so that he could rest his arms, for even though Shinigami was a god, his arms had still been hurt to a degree where it was hard for him to hold things for too long, and so he couldn’t hold his adversary in the air any longer.
The Lord of the Dead then eyed the ground that he had previously used to slam his opponent’s face into, yet this time, he had another use for it. He then raised his fellow combatant above his head as high as he could, achieving a reach that was previously unknown to him, and then, he threw his adversary down into the ground, and when his opponent hit the ground it caused a small seismic shock that in turn caused a small tremor to erupt below the arena. Then, as the Dead Man lay on the floor, the God of Death took his time to rest his arms for they hurt him like hell, even though he didn’t show it. He knew it would take a bit before he could use his arms, and so, being the clever man that he is, he decided it would be best if he attacked him with his feet instead. So, he leaned forward a bit on his toes, barely propelling himself up, and then, like a ninja, he leaped up into the air above, tearing through the serene atmosphere in a way that made it seem as though it didn’t exist. Finally, when he reached his limit, he extended his right leg down aiming at the limp and fractured body of his adversary, and it was then only after he had sized his opponent up that gravity seized his body, and caused him to descend down to the ground below. The Lord of the Dead probably flew down to the ground at a faster rate than he did going up, yet the dilemma he experienced was that as he continued his descent to the ground below, a great deal of dense energy began to gather below him, and if he would miss his target, a great deal of misery and pain would overcome his body. How wrong he was to do this, for right then and there, when he was only two inches away from striking the body of his opponent, Phenom’s mind and body awoke, and when they did they knew what had happened, and so he immediately rolled to the right of the Death Lord’s oncoming attack, and instead of hitting Phenom’s soft and secure body, the Lord of the Dead passed right through the thick blanket of rock that was so dense one would wonder how he could pass it. It was then that silence overcame the battlefield once again as Phenom took some time to rest, hoping that somehow he would be safe from the torture that would come when Shinigami came back from the pit below…and this was a mistake, for he should’ve known better…or did he? Only a minute had passed since the Death Lord had fallen into the endless pit below that he himself had made due to his own foolishness and rashness that a loud and angry scream came bellowing from what literally seemed like to all the spectators and even Phenom himself to be the devil himself, for this time, there was a tunnel for the Devil to escape from. Knowing what he should do, the Dead Man wasted no time for he then immediately turned his body over in a great deal of pain and misery, complaining to himself as he did so. Immediately after he had turned himself over, he started to crawl over to the large and vacant hole that Shinigami had made when he hit the ground on his elbows, and as he did so a great deal of pain came bellowing from the hole that his adversary made when he tore the piece of meat out of his back.
“Just…a little…more…” Phenom said as he scurried over to the hole, hoping to get there before the Lord of the Dead had exited. Finally, after about a minute of crawling, he reached the edge of the hole, and when he did he slowly placed his right hand on the large boulder that was right next to him, a hole that had been made by Shinigami when he hit the ground. He used this boulder to slowly raise his body off of the ground, the snapping of ligaments and bone marrow were the only things that one could hear as he did this, signifying how badly he had been injured. When the Dead Man had finally raised his body off of the ground, he leaned onto the large and massive boulder with his back, resting for a moment. His rest was then interrupted as he felt the energy of the Lord of the Dead come rising from below the pit, and so he knew what he had to do, and he did it. First, he brought his right hand ******d in front of his body, barely able to hold the thing up above the ground, and then, without any type of warning, a great deal of electrical energy began to surge around his hand; electricity so pure it couldn’t even be tainted by the Lord of Death himself, energy that was so dense and powerful that it literally caused the ground below to crack and lower in the same fashion that the ground would lower in Dragon Ball Z as he charged his hand up with it.
The sense of Shinigami’s energy continued to get stronger, and it was then that he knew he had to charge up his attack, or else he would not be able to get his adversary down, and so many yellow bolts of electricity began to swirl around the fingertips of Phenom’s hand, moving in such intricate circular patterns that one would wonder if Shinigami had control over the attack and not Phenom it was so perfectly orchestrated. Then, all of the bolts of electricity stopped on each tip of his fingers, and almost simultaneously after that occurred his finger tips fired many small beams into the center of his hand, and when those beams collided with one another a small ball began to form that was so deadly in comparison to what has been seen so far that one would wonder if this attack was made by Shinigami and not Phenom. The Dead Man then continued to raise his hand that was charging up the massive attack up into the air in much pain and agony, grinding his teeth together, making them turn into dust. After about a total of two minutes, the Emperor of Death finally showed himself as he appeared from the very bottom of the pit, and when this occurred the Dead Man knew what he had to do, and so he did it. To the surprise of Phenom, the once small yellow electrical orb of energy used to be the size of a softball, yet now it had increased to a size that was so big it couldn’t even fit inside the house, and at the depths of his heart he knew that if this orb didn’t knock Shinigami down a peg, then nothing would. So, he turned around and faced the Lord of Death who was now very angry, with a sneer of death across his face so wicked most warriors would turn away and run, yet Phenom was a brave man, so he didn’t run; rather, he faced his fears dead-on. He then brought the large yellow ball of energy back and at such a quick speed that the Lord of the Dead couldn’t help but stare stupidly at the gigantic orb of death, for it was so beautiful, and the speed by which he created it was something he was stifled over.
“How…did you…” were the only words that escaped his lips…
“Now it’s time to show you…” Phenom said angrily. “To show you POWER!!!” he then took the ball, and threw it forward through the air in the direction of the Lord of Death. Instead of moving, for he knew he couldn’t dodge an orb of that caliber, he decided to try his best to redirect the attack, and so he placed both of his hands in front of his body and began to channel his energy into his hands, and as he did so one could see as his hands transformed, for they quickly changed from their proficient deep-black color into something more vile, something eerie and demonic—they were now white, and were pulsating violently with a great deal of energy to them. The orb of death tore through the air as though it had been made of the substance, moving so fluidly and beautifully through the air in a surreal manner where its beams of pure, harmonious light illuminated the entire coliseum in their wake. The Lord of the Dead, realizing the true power of this attack, opened his eyes as widely as he could as the gigantic orb of energy loomed closer and closer, approaching him even faster than some of his own attacks could move, and it was then that he was truly impressed with his opponent. The massive electrical ball of death then finally made contact with both of Shinigami’s hands, yet instead of exploding immediately, it remained dormant, and would remain so until the Emperor of the Dead lost his grip, and then it would engulf him and probably kill him, or at least severally injure him. Yet the Lord of Death wasn’t one to just lie down and die, so he decided to retaliate in the only way he knew how—to try to take something with him if he were to also die. So, he dug his talons into the energy ball that was in front of him in an attempt to hopefully split it apart, yet to his ever-loving dismay the orb of energy immediately exploded, its rays of pure-yellow light stretching across the entire coliseum to a point where nothing should or could be alive, engulfing the entire body of the God of Death until none could see him anymore.
Finally, the bright light that had enveloped the entire battlefield in its wake disappear and was replaced by a state of complete and eternal darkness, darkness that would soon be shed, but darkness nonetheless. Phenom then dropped to his knees as he looked in the area where the God of the Dead had been hit by the attack, and he saw nothing more than what appeared to be a mere memory. A smile crept across his face as he then closed his eyes and began to think to himself that he had killed Shinigami once and for all…yet evil doesn’t die easily, and so it would take even more than that to kill the Lord of Death, and he would soon realize that. Once Phenom had thought that the Great Emperor of Death had died, a charred and nearly battered hand grabbed onto the side of the crater opposite of the Dead Man that the God of Death had made when he hit the ground. The hand slowly and miserably lifted itself up above the jagged rocks that it was able to latch onto right after the explosion occurred, the rocks it grabbed onto was probably the very thing that saved its life. Once the charred and distorted figure was on solid land, it immediately raised its body off of the ground in such a miserable way that it seemed as though the explosion had not only charred its body, but also its spirit and will. The figure staggered to its feet as it rose off of the ground, the beast moving around in a way that made it seem as though it were drunk. The creature then finally stabilized itself in one position as it finally regained its balance, and then he narrowed its eyes at the monstrosity that had fired the ball at it. The creature was none other than Shinigami, yet you wouldn’t know it if you looked at him, for he looked just as bad as his adversary. It was then that both warriors knew they were on an equal footing, and that both of their levels of health energy were the same, and that they had both better pull off some major attacks if they wanted to survive the fight, or else they would be nothing more than a mere memory.
“Ph—phenom…” The creature called out to the man who had fired the attack at him, his hand extended forward in the direction of the Dead Man, his fingers wiggling as he did so to show how badly injured he was. “That really hurt…” Then, both of the two warriors, for some odd reason unknown to any other person in the stadium or possibly even the world began to laugh together, their harmonious chuckles of misery going hand-in-hand with the other’s pain and contempt. Finally, the laughing stopped, and when it did, both warriors narrowed their eyes at the other, for neither man no longer considered the other to be their adversary; rather, they were considered the wall that was blocking their path from attaining the title of champion. Both warriors then leaned forward on their toes, and looked at the other as a deer would stare at an on-coming mach truck traveling down the highway road at 160 miles-per hour. A minute passed, and neither warrior budged an inch, for each warrior had their eyes fixated on the other, wanting, plotting, and pondering to themselves what they would do to the other when they got their hands on the. The Lord of Death then let out a snort that sounded a lot like the sound a bull would release, and Phenom responded with a snort of his own, yet his was even more daunting and ominous than his the one his foe had released. Shinigami smirked at his opponent cunningly and with much respect for him, yet then, right then and there and without any form of hesitation or warning the Lord of the Dead leaped through the air in such a way that one would wonder whether or not he was a god or an angel for he moved so fluidly through the air with a great deal of agility and speed. Realizing his opponent had made his move, the Dead Man also leaped through the air with as much agility and precision as he could muster, and in what seemed like a matter of seconds the two were within striking range, and the Lord of Death knew it.
Shinigami wasted no time in quickly delivering a punch to his adversary that caused his head to be snapped to the right under the force and power of the God of Death. Phenom’s body was stunned for a moment and was sent back a couple feet, yet showed no other sign of weakening or submitting other than that. Then, when the Dead Man was just about to attack the Lord of the Dead, he disappeared, yet then immediately reappeared in a flash of light right behind his opponent. He wasted no time in quickly kicking his adversary in the back, which also made Vendetta fall forward, yet once again he caught himself and was able to quickly steady himself in the air, levitating above the massive crater that the Death Lord had made earlier. He then turned around to deliver a quick roundhouse kick to the God of Death’s face, yet as he turned around the God of the Dead disappeared, and reappeared behind his opponent once again, only allowing a millisecond to pass as he disappeared and reappeared. The Death God then slammed the tip of his right foot into the very pinnacle of his back, causing the Dead Man to cough up some more blood, that just inevitable fell from the sky into the crater that lay below. Phenom then turned around once again, yet his opponent had already disappeared without any sign of him ever being there save the kick that he had received. The Lord of the Dead then appeared behind the Dead Man once again, yet instead of attacking him, he taunted him by tapping him on his right shoulder. The Emperor of Death then brought his mouth up next to Phenom’s ear.
“I’m right here…” he said ominously, and then Phenom immediately tried to elbow him right in his face, yet the Lord of Death was too quick for him, and so he quickly disappeared before his elbow could land its hit. Shinigami then unexpectedly appeared directly in front of his opponent, and then extended both of his hands ******d towards his opponent in an attempt to grab him, yet instead his hands were met by Phenom’s who seized his adversary’s hands, both of their fingers meshing together making it so that both warriors were testing the other’s strength. Shinigami then wrapped his long and demonic talons around the hand of Phenom, and Phenom wrapped his fingers around the Death Lord’s hand. Both warriors then went into a standstill where both tried to push the other with their strength, yet neither was successful. The God of the Dead then tried to tighten his grip, and was successful as his overbearing grip squeezed the life out of his adversary’s hand, making it turn blue. The Dead Man immediately reacted by squeezing his opponent’s hand back and thus giving both warriors their own equal footing back. Shinigami then gave his opponent an evil and truly wicked grimace of hate yet respect, and Phenom matched that and then some by also adding a bit of an intimidating look to his face.
“I can go on forever, you know…” Shinigami said as his voice started to crack, showing small signs of him beginning to submit, yet all knew he wouldn’t.
“So can I…” Phenom said in response to his opponent, and then grinned at Shinigami as he tightened his grip to a degree that his adversary had overlooked. The Great God of Death began to let out a cry of pain, and then, remembering his weak arms, realized that he had better do something or else it would be over for him, and so a plan came to mind, so he decided to execute it. The Great God of the Dead then immediately took his right knee, started to aim at the Dead Man’s gut, and then, in one quick and swift motion he slammed the tip of his knee into his adversary’s stomach as hard as he possibly could, sending such a great amount of pain and misery to go surging through the frail and weakened body of Phenom, forcing the Dead Man to lose his grip on his opponent’s hands and focus his attention on his own pain and agony. The Death Lord saw a yet another chance, and so without a second of hesitation he seized Phenom by his head and he slammed his face down into his knee, causing Vendetta’s vision and coordination to be set off by a major amount, making him see things as though they were doubles rather than singular. He then releases his grip on the Dead Man’s head, allowing him to raise his head up, and so he did. When they all saw what the Death God had done to the face of Phenom they gasped in utter amazement and astonishment, for his face was now bruised to a degree where his face was distorted and colored in such an odd way nothing, not even God, could recognize the mess that had occurred to his face. A lot of blood quickly rolled out from the pit of his nostrils (which were, by now, incredibly big and busted open to a point where one couldn’t smell a damn thing), causing the blood to roll into the cracks of his mouth, making him taste his own blood.
Both warriors gazed into each others eyes, piercing both of their souls and entering each others minds to a degree where none could begin to comprehend. Both of the two fighters were very much alike, and both had a great deal of respect for the other. The Death Lord then closed his black-and-bruised right eye, and then extended his right hand out to Phenom so that he could clasp it. Instead of grabbing it right away, the Dead Man inspected it, for he had a lot of respect for Shinigami yet he also knew he was full of a lot of tricks, and so he didn’t want to fall for a trick that may be back for him.
“If there was anyone I’d want to lose to…” Shinigami paused as he hesitated for a moment, looking at his opponent. “I couldn’t have lost to a better man.” A smile then enveloped his face, showing and expressing feelings that he had held back for the entire fight. Phenom smiled back at Shinigami, and then he grabbed his adversary by his hand, wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing it with as much force as possible, and then the Lord of Death reacted by squeezing back.
“Likewise…” Phenom said, and then he released his grip on Shinigami’s hand, and then both warriors brought their firsts back, charging both of their hands up as they gathered energy into their fists so that they would be able to punch the other with as much force as possible. Then, both warriors brought their hands forward simultaneously, meanwhile, the crowd looked and watched the fight in a state of utter and absolute awe, for this was truly a fight to be seen. Both of their fists hit each other at the same exact time, and the sound that came from it was a sound too familiar to both warriors. The sound was nothing more than the sound of bone marrow cracking under a great deal of pressure and might, a sound that was so harmonious to both of their ears that the two warriors became absolutely connected with their surroundings. The two combatants brought back their fists, but it was Shinigami who decided to execute the next move, and this move would be something that would finally finish the fight for good…
The first thing he did was that he cupped both of his hands together, and then almost immediately after he had done this a small, green orb of energy began to appear in-between both of his hands, a ball that pulsated rapidly and violently, and then many green beams of harmonious light shone through the cracks that were made by the Lord of Death’s fingers. After about what seemed like a millisecond of charging (though it was far longer than that) he opened his hands, revealing the small green orb of energy. He then threw the ball up into the air, and then it separated into many small green rings, which then descended from the sky in the direction of the Dead Man himself. Being as this happened to fast, the Dead Man had no time to react, and so the many rings of green light surrounded him, and then closed in on him almost immediately after they surrounded him, binding him together so that he couldn’t move an inch. The Lord of the Dead then closed his eyes as he stared at his adversary, his cold and emotionless crimson eyes piercing the soul of his foe, opening Phenom’s very brain up to him.
“The fight…ends now…” He said with a truly demonic tone to his voice. He then raised both of his arms up into the air as high as he possibly could, using all of the energy he could muster to perform this task. Once he had performed that task, thick black mist began to surround his hands, mist so vile and demonic in nature that one would swear it was nothing more than the mist that Satan himself breathed it was that cruel and possessed that much malice. The thick black mist quickly began to move around his hands in very intricate patterns that so well-thought-out that one would wonder if they were truly being orchestrated by the Death Lord himself and no some deity of greater power than he. The mist began to form into what appeared to be a small sphere the size of a softball. The misty black sphere began to get denser and denser until it reached a point of not being mist, but being smoke. Then, in what seemed like one brilliant flash of light, the smoke orb transformed into ki energy, illuminating the Lord of Death’s hands with an eerie and demonic glow that represented his malice and animosity for everything; animosity that couldn’t be controlled nor wielded by anyone other than he. The small black orb of ki energy began to quickly pulsate vibrantly and rapidly as it gathered more and more energy, letting off an eerie magenta hue to its edges. A vile and corrupted smirk overcame everything else that had appeared on the God of Death’s face, for then and there, the Emperor of Death’s orb of pulsating dark energy was now the size of a massively large mansion, and growing. It would be the size of a quarter of the moon in what would seem to be a minute for the two warriors who were supposedly stopped in time.
“I know you remember this attack…” Shinigami said as the gigantically massive orb of death loomed above his hands, bigger than it had been before, for it was no longer the size of a mansion of epic proportions—it was the size of a half of the moon, and rising at such a rapid rate that not even Shinigami himself could predict when it would be finished. “This is an attack you are very familiar with. It is the Chou Akurei Bakudan, and it will be something you’ll grow to remember for all eternity.” Immediately after he spoke the eternal words of the attack he was charging up, Phenom remembered the fight that had occurred a year ago, and the attack that the Lord of the Dead had used to brutally destroy him and rip him apart limb by limb, and bone by bone. The Dead Man’s eyes opened widely upon this realization as he then immediately tried to break free from the chains that bound him, hoping to himself that he would be able to break the rings that the Lord of Death had made to keep him contained. After a great deal of struggling, the Dead Man was able to get one of the rings off of his foot, yet it wasn’t enough to do much of anything, and also because of his attention being drawn to something else he had forgotten the massive orb of death that loomed above the arena, for if he had paid attention he would’ve notice its shadow pass over his body and the body of the civilians who were witnessing the fight. The massive orb of energy that the Great God of Death had summoned to eradicate his adversary was now the size of the moon itself, and it showed. The raw power that emitted from the core of the deadly orb of doom, death, and decay was enough to cast any man into a state of complete awe and astonishment, yet the true eerie atmosphere that was brought on by the ball wasn’t just its size, but rather, the eerie magenta light that spawned off of the edges of it, casting the land below it in a state of absolute evil and hate—a state of complete remorse.
“This is it, Phenom!” The Lord of the Dead screamed out loud as loud as he possibly could as the winds brushed against both the body of the Death Lord and the body of Phenom. “Now it is time! I suggest you look below your body and above your head…you’ll see…two surprises…” A grin then suppressed his face, causing him to be void of all other emotions. As instructed, the Dead Man looked down at the pit below, and what he saw was something that he would dread for the rest of his life. The image that he was witnessing was of something so horrible and disgusting that it caused him to nearly hurl in disgust and torment. The thing that was so disgusting was the very crater that had been made by the Death God when he hit the ground was now filled with dark, crimson ki energy, energy so dark to a degree that it looked as though it were mere lava more than anything else. Then, suddenly, when the warrior looked down at the boiling ki-magma pit below, a massive torrent of fire was sent flying up through the air, burning the sinew of space and time around it into nothing, yet it didn’t touch either warrior; instead, it was a warning of what was to come.
Thinking nothing could be worse than what he just saw, he looked up at the sky that loomed above, and what he saw was something worse than even what he saw a moment ago, for what he saw now was a sky so crimson nothing else could be seen, not even the harmonious rays of sunlight that would cleanse the land of the evil that walked the Earth could pierce the thick blanket of crimson energy it was that demonic, cruel, and merciless. Then, as soon as he had noticed the crimson sky that lurked above, a large and absolutely massive orb of crimson energy dropped from the sky, an orb so big it made the Chou Akurei Bakudan look like a baby attack when compared to it. The Lord of the Dead then concentrated all of his energy into his left hand, and then, he threw the Chou Akurei Bakudan at his adversary like a pitcher would throw a ball. It was then, when faced with a such a daunting and hopeless situation that he tried once again to break the rings that bound him, yet this time, he was successful, and so all of the rings that had once bound him broke, and the energy they emitted dispersed into nothing. Upon realization of this event, the evil and demonic Lord of the Dead appeared almost simultaneously after he broke the chains, yet instead of punching him, he wrapped both of his arms around his adversary’s chest, hugging him (not in a nice way, mind you) so tightly that he couldn’t escape the grasp of the Lord of Death. The Evil and Terrible Lord of the Dead then wrapped both of his legs around his adversary’s chest, making it so that he was unable to slip out of the hold, ensuring that the following attacks would surely hit their target—both of the two combatants.
Finally, when the Chou Akurei Bakudan and Crimson Death attack were but only two feet away from impacting and engulfing the two combatants, the Etna Burst attack (the attack that was the magma-ki pool of death that lurked below the two adversaries) erupted, causing an explosion to occur along-side the massive explosions that the Crimson Death and Chou Akurei Bakudan caused. When all three attacks exploded and erupted at once, engulfing both of the two warriors who had fought for so long, time seemingly stopped for a moment. Everything and everyone stood and watched in awe as their last seconds on the Earth loomed forward, for after what seemed like a minute to those witnessing the explosion (though it was much shorter than that), time resumed, and when it did, a great and deadly wave of crimson and dark light was shot-off from the center of the Roman Colosseum in a circular explosion so violent and massive that it continued to spread across in all directions, even after it had occurred. The crimson rays of deadly light stretched across the entire continent of Europe, ‘cleansing’ the land of the impurities brought on upon it by civilization, toppling the most ancient monuments, and eradicating the newest buildings. Nothing was safe from the deterioration that was brought on upon what they called ‘the Old World’, for everything must come to an end, and as the end to Shinigami and Phenom’s fight loomed forward, it only assured that to be fact rather than speculation. Then, suddenly, after the crimson rays of deadly and destructive light had completely engulfed the entire continent of Europe, a dome of pure-crimson energy loomed above the area that had been affected, a dome so big and dense that it could be seen from the darkest and most desolate regions of space. The dome then disappeared, and with it, everything that everyone had ever made in Europe. Only those who were incredibly strong survived the blast.
Back in the Coliseum, nothing was standing, not even the ancient monument itself. It had been toppled over by the massive explosion caused when all the attacks hit, leaving behind an incredibly massive pile of rubble that showed no signs of life. Then, all was quiet, in the same way it had been only earlier that morning. The sun then began to rise as it did the day before, shining its beautiful and harmonious rays down on the destroyed and eradicated land that was once Europe. Instead of the beautiful orange beams of light shining down on the wonderfully green grass fields, all that they touched were charred fields so long and far that one would wonder if this was a place people lived. Eerily enough, when combined with the beautiful sun that lurked above, and the lack of people on the continent of Europe, everything appeared and seemed to be cast in a completely surreal setting of absolute harmony and peacefulness. All become silent once again…for what would be the last time…
Out of Character:
That one had me sweating near the end. Right now, my chest is tight. Heh. I really busted my ass trying to write that so quickly...
[ May 04, 2003, 09:11 AM: Message edited by: Sekihei Shinigami ]
When you read this post, I suggest you listen to the Rammestein song ‘Tier’, for it is the song I think fits it perfectly… *grins devilishly…*
In Character:
The God of Death miserably and painfully raised his dirt-encased body off of the ground in such a way that it appeared as though a great and heavy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and thrown aside like a useless handicap dog. He staggered as he rose off of the ground, his legs shaking wildly and fluidly, his coordination seemingly shot, and his sense of being lost and forgotten to him for what would be god only knows how long. The spectators and Phenom looked at the Lord of Death who stood above the arena pit’s floor, looking at them with a demonic and sadistic smirk that went ear-to-ear across his face. The God of the Dead then slightly opened his mouth, revealing to them all his sharp, wicked, sadistically vile shark-like teeth that lined his mouth, still intact and secure as they had been throughout this fight and all the other ones he had taken part in. They all fixated their attention onto his teeth, for they truly appeared to be the most vile and daunting part of the Lord of Death’s body, yet if his adversary or the spectators would’ve gazed into his eyes, then they would’ve surely been able to depict the true evil that loomed behind his deep, crimson eyes of death. A small ember of hate burned in the center of his eyes where the pupil would normally be, an ember so vile and corrupted that one couldn’t begin to hope of it gaining redemption, for it was that evil and represented so much hate and contempt for those who stood in the arena. The Lord of the Dead then finally staggered back once more as he had done before, blinking his eyes in such a rapid way that it signified that he was regaining his momentum, and would soon be at full-power once again.
“Well, Phenom” The Lord of Death said calmly and without any type of emotion to his voice. He then placed his right hand on his left cheek, rubbing it from the blow that the Dead Man had dealt him only a few moments ago. It was then that his ear-to-ear smile transformed, becoming larger than it had ever been before, revealing every single one of his massive shark-like teeth and even the dark, abysmal pit that lead down into his ‘stomach’, if he had any. Then, as he noticed his adversary was looking down the small black abyss that was in the back of his mouth, he decided to continue with what he was going to say. “I am impressed, but not that impressed. It’s time…I teach you a lesson. It’s time I teach you why I am known throughout the universe as the Supreme Deity of Death, it’s time I educate you on what death is all about, and the type of torture that comes with it. It is time that you suffer as many have suffered. It is time that I tell you what you have done to anger me so. It is time that you die.” And with that said, the Lord of the Dead came forward with his right fist extended in the direction of his adversary, his body literally ripping through the very sinew of the air until he literally moved through it so quickly that it seemed as though he was nothing more than a beam of light, yet most knew better than that. Due to the amazing speed that the Death Lord traveled at, Phenom didn’t notice what had happened, for it all occurred so quickly and hence was unable to dodge the brutal punch to his stomach. When the fist of the Lord of the Dead smacked into the stomach of his opponent, it caused the great Dead Man to immediately lose all of his wind, and also sending up a lot of blood through his esophagus, causing him to cough up a great deal of blood onto the God of the Dead. Immediately after the crimson paint that spewed from his fellow competitor’s mouth made contact with the thick, jet-black, armor-like skin of the Death Lord it was assimilated and fused with his own. The Emperor of Death then looked at Phenom, noticing that he wasn’t moving at all, and whether it be from shock of the attack or just his own folly, the Lord of Death knew not to let a good circumstance down, and so he took his fist that was still in his adversary’s stomach out.
“Phenom…” Shinigami said as he looked down at his opponent who was now holding his stomach with both of his hands, for the shock and pain that surged through his body was enough to cripple any god, so a mortal would indefinitely be seriously injured by such a powerful punch to the gut. “….talk is cheap. I will not waste your time anymore with talk. No, rather, I will teach you with my two friends: destra and sinistra—my right and left hand.” He then raised both of his hands up into the air in front of his opponent and placed them onto both of his adversary’s ears, blocking all and any sounds that would try to pierce the Dead Man’s ears. Then, when he had a good hold on his adversary’s ears, he made sure that the center of his palms were on top of the entrance to his inner-earlobe, and when this was secured a truly demonic and vile smirk enveloped his face to a degree where one would question the Lord of Death’s sanity, for they should. Immediately after his deadly smirk of death, both of his hands quickly began to gather a great deal of energy beneath the palms of both of his hands, energy so wicked and vile it disguised itself as pure-white energy. The light that they pure-white energy beneath his hands emitted was able to breach the very dark, armor-like skin of the Lord of Death it was so bright, making it appear to those who were watching the fight that his hands were glowing white, yet that was far from the case. The white light that was so dense and strong that it penetrated the skin of the Lord of the Dead was also able to illuminate the beaten and battered face of Phenom, revealing to everyone the deep scars that covered his entire face. Then, after seeing the many scars that covered his adversary’s face the Death Lord knew his next move, and so he did it. First, he started off by digging his talons into the side of his opponent’s skull, going so deep that his talons hit the very marrow that was Phenom’s skull, causing a sound to ring through the Dead Man’s head that sounded like the scratching and corroding of metal more than anything else. Vendetta screamed out loud at the highest volume he could, hoping that his cries of pain and torment would reach some sort of higher being, yet none heard his plea.
“I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself know ‘Why me oh God?’ The truth is, God has nothing to do with it.” Shinigami said demonically and cruelly with a truly evil sense of being to his voice that one just knew from the pitch and tone of what he had to say that he truly meant it. “In fact, I hear God’s not in Rome this time of year…” He grinned to himself demonically, and then his grin was replaced as he took on a snarl expression, raising one side of his lip up, but not the other, revealing some of his teeth yet not too many. Then, the final phase of the attack started for then and there, right at that moment, a thick black mist began to rise from the ground, seeping through the smallest of cracks, crawling and creeping up the legs of both warriors. It moved in such intricate patterns, patterns so complex and vile that it would’ve seemed to most as though the mist were being controlled by Satan himself it was so wicked and demonic. Then, as most things have to end, the mist also ended when it reached the waist of the Dead Man. After that had occurred, the mist began to get denser and denser until it was no longer mist, but thick black smoke that was so thick one would think it could be taken with them. It was only after the mist had transformed into smoke that it began to continue journeying up the body of Phenom, creeping and crawling up his skin and through the tightest areas of his shirt, making it impossible for him to escape the pain that would soon come.
After a minute had passed the entire body of Phenom was covered by the thick smoke that the Lord of Death had summoned from the very pit of Hell itself, mist so evil and vile that none could doubt the vile intentions it had. The God of the Dead looked about at his surroundings, making sure that the smoke had completely engulfed everything in its wake, reassuring himself that what he was about to do wouldn’t fail, and then, in one quick motion, he decided it was time, and so he closed his eyes, his jet-black eyelids closing, sealing shut, preventing any light from breaching their shell. Then, almost simultaneously after the Lord of Death had closed his eyes the very pupils of the Dead Man began to deteriorate right in front of all the spectators at such a rapid rate that if any of them had blinked they would’ve missed the entire event. After Phenom’s pupils had disappeared, it appeared to all who were watching that the Dead Man’s eyes had turned pure-white, and that they did.
“Now, Phenom!” Shinigami screamed aloud, his cry of hate and death seemingly bellowing from the very pits of Hell itself, a scream so vile in description that God and Satan would cower to his might and will. “NOW YOU WILL FEEL THE TORMENT AND PAIN OF ALL THOSE WHO HAD EVER DIED!” Immediately after he had said what he needed to say, white bolts of energy began to surge around both of the Lord of Death’s shoulders, gathering quickly and rapidly, and then, in what seemed like only a second of charging energy, the bolts of white electricity moved down the long and muscular arms of the Death Lord into the very palms that had covered his adversary’s ears, tearing through them as water would tear through paper, and then the bolts of white energy surged into the very ears of the Death Lord’s adversary. Phenom then opened his mouth as widely as he could in a way that made it seem as though he were being controlled by some other-worldly being, revealing his pearly-white teeth to all of the spectators, yet that wasn’t what the spectators were focusing their attention on, for they were all fixated on his mouth more than anything else, for his mouth had a great deal of white energy in it, making it appear as though he were going to fire some sort of blast at them, yet instead, he didn’t. Meanwhile, as this occurred, instead Phenom’s brain and mind he knew nothing that was occurring outside, for he was fighting something else, but in the inside rather than the out. The very thing he was fighting was nothing more than fear, fear of death, and the very memories of the dead. He couldn’t hear nor could he see and understand what was happening to him, all he knew and experienced was the torment that came from the violent surges of energy that pulsated through his mind that attacked as a jack hammer would attack a helpless infant child. All this caused him to have and experience the same memories as those who had died, to feel the same pain they felt. This was all too much for the Dead Man to take, and it became evident to even Shinigami as Vendetta’s body began to convulse as he continued his onslaught on the mind of Phenom. Ignoring his adversary’s convulsing, he continued to brutally rape his adversary’s mind of every last bit of ignorance that he possessed, making sure that he was completely aware of what death was and what it could do, and the tortures that came after one died. He looked down at the Dead Man, watching him as he brutally attacked his mind once again, sending many impulses of the dead to strike at the very core of Phenom, and sending him on the brink of insanity. Then, finally, after he thought the Dead Man had enough, and knowing not to push anyone over the bounds of their sanity, he ripped his talons out from the skull of his adversary, and as he did so the sound of metal corroding was heard once again echoing through the mind of Phenom, a sound so vile he would never forget it for as long as he lived. The white light that had illuminated the hands of the Lord of Death then disappeared and when it did the darkness that had surrounded the coliseum resumed its throne as it had done many times throughout this fight. Then, the Dead Man’s pupils began to get larger and larger until they resumed the size that they had been previously before the attack, resuming their prior position.
“So, Phenom…” Shinigami said to his foe, a pleasured smirk across his face that extended ear-to-ear across his face, voiding him of all expressions except a pleased and content look that signified his pleasure in his foe’s pain. “How did you like the memories of the dead?” He then scowled down at his adversary in a way that a human would scowl at a dog that was lowlier then itself, looking down upon him as though he were nothing more than a pathetic excuse for what he used to be. Seeing his chance at an attack, he wasted no time as he then seized the hair of his adversary, wrapping his talons around the thick hair of his opponent and holding it with an iron grip. Yet, he didn’t caress it; rather, he tore it right out of Phenom’s head, quickly and in one, swift motion of utter pain and torment, and with it much blood and meat was also taken out of his scalp. The pain was so sharp and violent that it caused the Dead Man to shed a tear, a tear that rolled down the hills of his face and to his chin, where it leaped off to the ground below. He wasted no time in hurting him yet again, yet this time, instead of doing something that would definitely wound him, he decided to take another approach and do something that would give him more pain than anything else, and so he did. He brought his right hand back and wiggled his fingers around in such a way that a doctor would wiggle his hands after he put on a glove, and then, in one swift and truly sick motion, he lunged his right hand down into the back of his opponent, and once his long and vile talons made contact with the soft flesh of the Dead Man they tore right through it. Yet, contrary to what most would believe, he didn’t stab him; rather, when his talons were deep enough he actually moved them around in such a way that normally (had there not of been any meat there) he would’ve made a fist. He now had a strong grip on his adversary’s back, yet, and then, after realizing this himself, an absolutely wicked and vile expression dominated all others as it erupted across his face, eradicating everything else. In one quick and demonic motion he tore the meat that he had a grip on right out of his opponent’s back, causing his adversary to lunge forward towards the ground, screaming as loud as he could, tears of anger and torment breaching his emotions and running down his cheeks.
The Lord of the Dead then brought the large chunk of meat that he had torn from his adversary’s back up to his face and he examined it carefully and with much precision, noting every last detail inside his mind as a lot of blood leaked from the bloody piece of meat that he had torn from the back of his adversary, the blood dripping off of the meat and falling down to the floor below where it began to collect and gather in order to form one large and massive puddle of death, a puddle that surrounded the Dead Man. He then dropped the piece of meat that he had torn from Vendetta’s back onto the floor below, and when it hit it splashed into the small puddle of blood that was lying below both warriors’ feet. The Death God then examined the part of his adversary’s back where he had taken the large and substantial piece of meat from, noting the deep and painful cavity in his opponent’s back. He then smirked to himself, as an idea so vile and corrupt passed through his mind—yet the worst thing was that he actually considered the vile thought of evil that had passed through his mind. After about a minute of consolidating himself, he came to an inevitable conclusion that he knew to be right, and so he decided he would commit it, and go through with his plan.
“Phenom…if I must…I will take you apart piece by piece.” The Lord of the Dead said ominously. “I will defeat you. If I lose, so be it. But even then, you will be scarred beyond belief. These scars that I will bestow upon you will forever remain on your body until the day you finally die, yet they will not disappear then, no, not at all. They will endure on your soul.” He then grabbed his opponent by the back of his head, taking his talons and digging them into his flesh as deep as he possibly can without killing his opponent. Then, without another second of hesitation, he immediately slammed his adversary’s face into the ground below, and as his face made contact with the jagged pieces of rock that had been made due to the pressure that Shinigami had created many scars and disfigurations covered the warrior’s face, making it impossible for even his own mother to recognize him. Knowing not to give Phenom another second to react, he ripped the Dead Man’s face out of the ground and continued to raise his limp and fragile body above the ground until he was at a higher elevation than Shinigami was. The Death Lord looked at the battered and severally bruised body of the Dead Man, and then a truly wicked and vile thought occurred to him ‘He hasn’t suffered enough…yet…’, and so the most wicked and demonic smirk that had ever been seen before crossed Shinigami’s face, reaching both of his ears and revealing every last one of his long, shark-like teeth to the spectators that were watching the fight. Then, his arms started to feel as though they were getting heavier and heavier, and he knew what was going to come next, and so he decided the best thing that he could do would be to hurt him now, so that he could rest his arms, for even though Shinigami was a god, his arms had still been hurt to a degree where it was hard for him to hold things for too long, and so he couldn’t hold his adversary in the air any longer.
The Lord of the Dead then eyed the ground that he had previously used to slam his opponent’s face into, yet this time, he had another use for it. He then raised his fellow combatant above his head as high as he could, achieving a reach that was previously unknown to him, and then, he threw his adversary down into the ground, and when his opponent hit the ground it caused a small seismic shock that in turn caused a small tremor to erupt below the arena. Then, as the Dead Man lay on the floor, the God of Death took his time to rest his arms for they hurt him like hell, even though he didn’t show it. He knew it would take a bit before he could use his arms, and so, being the clever man that he is, he decided it would be best if he attacked him with his feet instead. So, he leaned forward a bit on his toes, barely propelling himself up, and then, like a ninja, he leaped up into the air above, tearing through the serene atmosphere in a way that made it seem as though it didn’t exist. Finally, when he reached his limit, he extended his right leg down aiming at the limp and fractured body of his adversary, and it was then only after he had sized his opponent up that gravity seized his body, and caused him to descend down to the ground below. The Lord of the Dead probably flew down to the ground at a faster rate than he did going up, yet the dilemma he experienced was that as he continued his descent to the ground below, a great deal of dense energy began to gather below him, and if he would miss his target, a great deal of misery and pain would overcome his body. How wrong he was to do this, for right then and there, when he was only two inches away from striking the body of his opponent, Phenom’s mind and body awoke, and when they did they knew what had happened, and so he immediately rolled to the right of the Death Lord’s oncoming attack, and instead of hitting Phenom’s soft and secure body, the Lord of the Dead passed right through the thick blanket of rock that was so dense one would wonder how he could pass it. It was then that silence overcame the battlefield once again as Phenom took some time to rest, hoping that somehow he would be safe from the torture that would come when Shinigami came back from the pit below…and this was a mistake, for he should’ve known better…or did he? Only a minute had passed since the Death Lord had fallen into the endless pit below that he himself had made due to his own foolishness and rashness that a loud and angry scream came bellowing from what literally seemed like to all the spectators and even Phenom himself to be the devil himself, for this time, there was a tunnel for the Devil to escape from. Knowing what he should do, the Dead Man wasted no time for he then immediately turned his body over in a great deal of pain and misery, complaining to himself as he did so. Immediately after he had turned himself over, he started to crawl over to the large and vacant hole that Shinigami had made when he hit the ground on his elbows, and as he did so a great deal of pain came bellowing from the hole that his adversary made when he tore the piece of meat out of his back.
“Just…a little…more…” Phenom said as he scurried over to the hole, hoping to get there before the Lord of the Dead had exited. Finally, after about a minute of crawling, he reached the edge of the hole, and when he did he slowly placed his right hand on the large boulder that was right next to him, a hole that had been made by Shinigami when he hit the ground. He used this boulder to slowly raise his body off of the ground, the snapping of ligaments and bone marrow were the only things that one could hear as he did this, signifying how badly he had been injured. When the Dead Man had finally raised his body off of the ground, he leaned onto the large and massive boulder with his back, resting for a moment. His rest was then interrupted as he felt the energy of the Lord of the Dead come rising from below the pit, and so he knew what he had to do, and he did it. First, he brought his right hand ******d in front of his body, barely able to hold the thing up above the ground, and then, without any type of warning, a great deal of electrical energy began to surge around his hand; electricity so pure it couldn’t even be tainted by the Lord of Death himself, energy that was so dense and powerful that it literally caused the ground below to crack and lower in the same fashion that the ground would lower in Dragon Ball Z as he charged his hand up with it.
The sense of Shinigami’s energy continued to get stronger, and it was then that he knew he had to charge up his attack, or else he would not be able to get his adversary down, and so many yellow bolts of electricity began to swirl around the fingertips of Phenom’s hand, moving in such intricate circular patterns that one would wonder if Shinigami had control over the attack and not Phenom it was so perfectly orchestrated. Then, all of the bolts of electricity stopped on each tip of his fingers, and almost simultaneously after that occurred his finger tips fired many small beams into the center of his hand, and when those beams collided with one another a small ball began to form that was so deadly in comparison to what has been seen so far that one would wonder if this attack was made by Shinigami and not Phenom. The Dead Man then continued to raise his hand that was charging up the massive attack up into the air in much pain and agony, grinding his teeth together, making them turn into dust. After about a total of two minutes, the Emperor of Death finally showed himself as he appeared from the very bottom of the pit, and when this occurred the Dead Man knew what he had to do, and so he did it. To the surprise of Phenom, the once small yellow electrical orb of energy used to be the size of a softball, yet now it had increased to a size that was so big it couldn’t even fit inside the house, and at the depths of his heart he knew that if this orb didn’t knock Shinigami down a peg, then nothing would. So, he turned around and faced the Lord of Death who was now very angry, with a sneer of death across his face so wicked most warriors would turn away and run, yet Phenom was a brave man, so he didn’t run; rather, he faced his fears dead-on. He then brought the large yellow ball of energy back and at such a quick speed that the Lord of the Dead couldn’t help but stare stupidly at the gigantic orb of death, for it was so beautiful, and the speed by which he created it was something he was stifled over.
“How…did you…” were the only words that escaped his lips…
“Now it’s time to show you…” Phenom said angrily. “To show you POWER!!!” he then took the ball, and threw it forward through the air in the direction of the Lord of Death. Instead of moving, for he knew he couldn’t dodge an orb of that caliber, he decided to try his best to redirect the attack, and so he placed both of his hands in front of his body and began to channel his energy into his hands, and as he did so one could see as his hands transformed, for they quickly changed from their proficient deep-black color into something more vile, something eerie and demonic—they were now white, and were pulsating violently with a great deal of energy to them. The orb of death tore through the air as though it had been made of the substance, moving so fluidly and beautifully through the air in a surreal manner where its beams of pure, harmonious light illuminated the entire coliseum in their wake. The Lord of the Dead, realizing the true power of this attack, opened his eyes as widely as he could as the gigantic orb of energy loomed closer and closer, approaching him even faster than some of his own attacks could move, and it was then that he was truly impressed with his opponent. The massive electrical ball of death then finally made contact with both of Shinigami’s hands, yet instead of exploding immediately, it remained dormant, and would remain so until the Emperor of the Dead lost his grip, and then it would engulf him and probably kill him, or at least severally injure him. Yet the Lord of Death wasn’t one to just lie down and die, so he decided to retaliate in the only way he knew how—to try to take something with him if he were to also die. So, he dug his talons into the energy ball that was in front of him in an attempt to hopefully split it apart, yet to his ever-loving dismay the orb of energy immediately exploded, its rays of pure-yellow light stretching across the entire coliseum to a point where nothing should or could be alive, engulfing the entire body of the God of Death until none could see him anymore.
Finally, the bright light that had enveloped the entire battlefield in its wake disappear and was replaced by a state of complete and eternal darkness, darkness that would soon be shed, but darkness nonetheless. Phenom then dropped to his knees as he looked in the area where the God of the Dead had been hit by the attack, and he saw nothing more than what appeared to be a mere memory. A smile crept across his face as he then closed his eyes and began to think to himself that he had killed Shinigami once and for all…yet evil doesn’t die easily, and so it would take even more than that to kill the Lord of Death, and he would soon realize that. Once Phenom had thought that the Great Emperor of Death had died, a charred and nearly battered hand grabbed onto the side of the crater opposite of the Dead Man that the God of Death had made when he hit the ground. The hand slowly and miserably lifted itself up above the jagged rocks that it was able to latch onto right after the explosion occurred, the rocks it grabbed onto was probably the very thing that saved its life. Once the charred and distorted figure was on solid land, it immediately raised its body off of the ground in such a miserable way that it seemed as though the explosion had not only charred its body, but also its spirit and will. The figure staggered to its feet as it rose off of the ground, the beast moving around in a way that made it seem as though it were drunk. The creature then finally stabilized itself in one position as it finally regained its balance, and then he narrowed its eyes at the monstrosity that had fired the ball at it. The creature was none other than Shinigami, yet you wouldn’t know it if you looked at him, for he looked just as bad as his adversary. It was then that both warriors knew they were on an equal footing, and that both of their levels of health energy were the same, and that they had both better pull off some major attacks if they wanted to survive the fight, or else they would be nothing more than a mere memory.
“Ph—phenom…” The creature called out to the man who had fired the attack at him, his hand extended forward in the direction of the Dead Man, his fingers wiggling as he did so to show how badly injured he was. “That really hurt…” Then, both of the two warriors, for some odd reason unknown to any other person in the stadium or possibly even the world began to laugh together, their harmonious chuckles of misery going hand-in-hand with the other’s pain and contempt. Finally, the laughing stopped, and when it did, both warriors narrowed their eyes at the other, for neither man no longer considered the other to be their adversary; rather, they were considered the wall that was blocking their path from attaining the title of champion. Both warriors then leaned forward on their toes, and looked at the other as a deer would stare at an on-coming mach truck traveling down the highway road at 160 miles-per hour. A minute passed, and neither warrior budged an inch, for each warrior had their eyes fixated on the other, wanting, plotting, and pondering to themselves what they would do to the other when they got their hands on the. The Lord of Death then let out a snort that sounded a lot like the sound a bull would release, and Phenom responded with a snort of his own, yet his was even more daunting and ominous than his the one his foe had released. Shinigami smirked at his opponent cunningly and with much respect for him, yet then, right then and there and without any form of hesitation or warning the Lord of the Dead leaped through the air in such a way that one would wonder whether or not he was a god or an angel for he moved so fluidly through the air with a great deal of agility and speed. Realizing his opponent had made his move, the Dead Man also leaped through the air with as much agility and precision as he could muster, and in what seemed like a matter of seconds the two were within striking range, and the Lord of Death knew it.
Shinigami wasted no time in quickly delivering a punch to his adversary that caused his head to be snapped to the right under the force and power of the God of Death. Phenom’s body was stunned for a moment and was sent back a couple feet, yet showed no other sign of weakening or submitting other than that. Then, when the Dead Man was just about to attack the Lord of the Dead, he disappeared, yet then immediately reappeared in a flash of light right behind his opponent. He wasted no time in quickly kicking his adversary in the back, which also made Vendetta fall forward, yet once again he caught himself and was able to quickly steady himself in the air, levitating above the massive crater that the Death Lord had made earlier. He then turned around to deliver a quick roundhouse kick to the God of Death’s face, yet as he turned around the God of the Dead disappeared, and reappeared behind his opponent once again, only allowing a millisecond to pass as he disappeared and reappeared. The Death God then slammed the tip of his right foot into the very pinnacle of his back, causing the Dead Man to cough up some more blood, that just inevitable fell from the sky into the crater that lay below. Phenom then turned around once again, yet his opponent had already disappeared without any sign of him ever being there save the kick that he had received. The Lord of the Dead then appeared behind the Dead Man once again, yet instead of attacking him, he taunted him by tapping him on his right shoulder. The Emperor of Death then brought his mouth up next to Phenom’s ear.
“I’m right here…” he said ominously, and then Phenom immediately tried to elbow him right in his face, yet the Lord of Death was too quick for him, and so he quickly disappeared before his elbow could land its hit. Shinigami then unexpectedly appeared directly in front of his opponent, and then extended both of his hands ******d towards his opponent in an attempt to grab him, yet instead his hands were met by Phenom’s who seized his adversary’s hands, both of their fingers meshing together making it so that both warriors were testing the other’s strength. Shinigami then wrapped his long and demonic talons around the hand of Phenom, and Phenom wrapped his fingers around the Death Lord’s hand. Both warriors then went into a standstill where both tried to push the other with their strength, yet neither was successful. The God of the Dead then tried to tighten his grip, and was successful as his overbearing grip squeezed the life out of his adversary’s hand, making it turn blue. The Dead Man immediately reacted by squeezing his opponent’s hand back and thus giving both warriors their own equal footing back. Shinigami then gave his opponent an evil and truly wicked grimace of hate yet respect, and Phenom matched that and then some by also adding a bit of an intimidating look to his face.
“I can go on forever, you know…” Shinigami said as his voice started to crack, showing small signs of him beginning to submit, yet all knew he wouldn’t.
“So can I…” Phenom said in response to his opponent, and then grinned at Shinigami as he tightened his grip to a degree that his adversary had overlooked. The Great God of Death began to let out a cry of pain, and then, remembering his weak arms, realized that he had better do something or else it would be over for him, and so a plan came to mind, so he decided to execute it. The Great God of the Dead then immediately took his right knee, started to aim at the Dead Man’s gut, and then, in one quick and swift motion he slammed the tip of his knee into his adversary’s stomach as hard as he possibly could, sending such a great amount of pain and misery to go surging through the frail and weakened body of Phenom, forcing the Dead Man to lose his grip on his opponent’s hands and focus his attention on his own pain and agony. The Death Lord saw a yet another chance, and so without a second of hesitation he seized Phenom by his head and he slammed his face down into his knee, causing Vendetta’s vision and coordination to be set off by a major amount, making him see things as though they were doubles rather than singular. He then releases his grip on the Dead Man’s head, allowing him to raise his head up, and so he did. When they all saw what the Death God had done to the face of Phenom they gasped in utter amazement and astonishment, for his face was now bruised to a degree where his face was distorted and colored in such an odd way nothing, not even God, could recognize the mess that had occurred to his face. A lot of blood quickly rolled out from the pit of his nostrils (which were, by now, incredibly big and busted open to a point where one couldn’t smell a damn thing), causing the blood to roll into the cracks of his mouth, making him taste his own blood.
Both warriors gazed into each others eyes, piercing both of their souls and entering each others minds to a degree where none could begin to comprehend. Both of the two fighters were very much alike, and both had a great deal of respect for the other. The Death Lord then closed his black-and-bruised right eye, and then extended his right hand out to Phenom so that he could clasp it. Instead of grabbing it right away, the Dead Man inspected it, for he had a lot of respect for Shinigami yet he also knew he was full of a lot of tricks, and so he didn’t want to fall for a trick that may be back for him.
“If there was anyone I’d want to lose to…” Shinigami paused as he hesitated for a moment, looking at his opponent. “I couldn’t have lost to a better man.” A smile then enveloped his face, showing and expressing feelings that he had held back for the entire fight. Phenom smiled back at Shinigami, and then he grabbed his adversary by his hand, wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing it with as much force as possible, and then the Lord of Death reacted by squeezing back.
“Likewise…” Phenom said, and then he released his grip on Shinigami’s hand, and then both warriors brought their firsts back, charging both of their hands up as they gathered energy into their fists so that they would be able to punch the other with as much force as possible. Then, both warriors brought their hands forward simultaneously, meanwhile, the crowd looked and watched the fight in a state of utter and absolute awe, for this was truly a fight to be seen. Both of their fists hit each other at the same exact time, and the sound that came from it was a sound too familiar to both warriors. The sound was nothing more than the sound of bone marrow cracking under a great deal of pressure and might, a sound that was so harmonious to both of their ears that the two warriors became absolutely connected with their surroundings. The two combatants brought back their fists, but it was Shinigami who decided to execute the next move, and this move would be something that would finally finish the fight for good…
The first thing he did was that he cupped both of his hands together, and then almost immediately after he had done this a small, green orb of energy began to appear in-between both of his hands, a ball that pulsated rapidly and violently, and then many green beams of harmonious light shone through the cracks that were made by the Lord of Death’s fingers. After about what seemed like a millisecond of charging (though it was far longer than that) he opened his hands, revealing the small green orb of energy. He then threw the ball up into the air, and then it separated into many small green rings, which then descended from the sky in the direction of the Dead Man himself. Being as this happened to fast, the Dead Man had no time to react, and so the many rings of green light surrounded him, and then closed in on him almost immediately after they surrounded him, binding him together so that he couldn’t move an inch. The Lord of the Dead then closed his eyes as he stared at his adversary, his cold and emotionless crimson eyes piercing the soul of his foe, opening Phenom’s very brain up to him.
“The fight…ends now…” He said with a truly demonic tone to his voice. He then raised both of his arms up into the air as high as he possibly could, using all of the energy he could muster to perform this task. Once he had performed that task, thick black mist began to surround his hands, mist so vile and demonic in nature that one would swear it was nothing more than the mist that Satan himself breathed it was that cruel and possessed that much malice. The thick black mist quickly began to move around his hands in very intricate patterns that so well-thought-out that one would wonder if they were truly being orchestrated by the Death Lord himself and no some deity of greater power than he. The mist began to form into what appeared to be a small sphere the size of a softball. The misty black sphere began to get denser and denser until it reached a point of not being mist, but being smoke. Then, in what seemed like one brilliant flash of light, the smoke orb transformed into ki energy, illuminating the Lord of Death’s hands with an eerie and demonic glow that represented his malice and animosity for everything; animosity that couldn’t be controlled nor wielded by anyone other than he. The small black orb of ki energy began to quickly pulsate vibrantly and rapidly as it gathered more and more energy, letting off an eerie magenta hue to its edges. A vile and corrupted smirk overcame everything else that had appeared on the God of Death’s face, for then and there, the Emperor of Death’s orb of pulsating dark energy was now the size of a massively large mansion, and growing. It would be the size of a quarter of the moon in what would seem to be a minute for the two warriors who were supposedly stopped in time.
“I know you remember this attack…” Shinigami said as the gigantically massive orb of death loomed above his hands, bigger than it had been before, for it was no longer the size of a mansion of epic proportions—it was the size of a half of the moon, and rising at such a rapid rate that not even Shinigami himself could predict when it would be finished. “This is an attack you are very familiar with. It is the Chou Akurei Bakudan, and it will be something you’ll grow to remember for all eternity.” Immediately after he spoke the eternal words of the attack he was charging up, Phenom remembered the fight that had occurred a year ago, and the attack that the Lord of the Dead had used to brutally destroy him and rip him apart limb by limb, and bone by bone. The Dead Man’s eyes opened widely upon this realization as he then immediately tried to break free from the chains that bound him, hoping to himself that he would be able to break the rings that the Lord of Death had made to keep him contained. After a great deal of struggling, the Dead Man was able to get one of the rings off of his foot, yet it wasn’t enough to do much of anything, and also because of his attention being drawn to something else he had forgotten the massive orb of death that loomed above the arena, for if he had paid attention he would’ve notice its shadow pass over his body and the body of the civilians who were witnessing the fight. The massive orb of energy that the Great God of Death had summoned to eradicate his adversary was now the size of the moon itself, and it showed. The raw power that emitted from the core of the deadly orb of doom, death, and decay was enough to cast any man into a state of complete awe and astonishment, yet the true eerie atmosphere that was brought on by the ball wasn’t just its size, but rather, the eerie magenta light that spawned off of the edges of it, casting the land below it in a state of absolute evil and hate—a state of complete remorse.
“This is it, Phenom!” The Lord of the Dead screamed out loud as loud as he possibly could as the winds brushed against both the body of the Death Lord and the body of Phenom. “Now it is time! I suggest you look below your body and above your head…you’ll see…two surprises…” A grin then suppressed his face, causing him to be void of all other emotions. As instructed, the Dead Man looked down at the pit below, and what he saw was something that he would dread for the rest of his life. The image that he was witnessing was of something so horrible and disgusting that it caused him to nearly hurl in disgust and torment. The thing that was so disgusting was the very crater that had been made by the Death God when he hit the ground was now filled with dark, crimson ki energy, energy so dark to a degree that it looked as though it were mere lava more than anything else. Then, suddenly, when the warrior looked down at the boiling ki-magma pit below, a massive torrent of fire was sent flying up through the air, burning the sinew of space and time around it into nothing, yet it didn’t touch either warrior; instead, it was a warning of what was to come.
Thinking nothing could be worse than what he just saw, he looked up at the sky that loomed above, and what he saw was something worse than even what he saw a moment ago, for what he saw now was a sky so crimson nothing else could be seen, not even the harmonious rays of sunlight that would cleanse the land of the evil that walked the Earth could pierce the thick blanket of crimson energy it was that demonic, cruel, and merciless. Then, as soon as he had noticed the crimson sky that lurked above, a large and absolutely massive orb of crimson energy dropped from the sky, an orb so big it made the Chou Akurei Bakudan look like a baby attack when compared to it. The Lord of the Dead then concentrated all of his energy into his left hand, and then, he threw the Chou Akurei Bakudan at his adversary like a pitcher would throw a ball. It was then, when faced with a such a daunting and hopeless situation that he tried once again to break the rings that bound him, yet this time, he was successful, and so all of the rings that had once bound him broke, and the energy they emitted dispersed into nothing. Upon realization of this event, the evil and demonic Lord of the Dead appeared almost simultaneously after he broke the chains, yet instead of punching him, he wrapped both of his arms around his adversary’s chest, hugging him (not in a nice way, mind you) so tightly that he couldn’t escape the grasp of the Lord of Death. The Evil and Terrible Lord of the Dead then wrapped both of his legs around his adversary’s chest, making it so that he was unable to slip out of the hold, ensuring that the following attacks would surely hit their target—both of the two combatants.
Finally, when the Chou Akurei Bakudan and Crimson Death attack were but only two feet away from impacting and engulfing the two combatants, the Etna Burst attack (the attack that was the magma-ki pool of death that lurked below the two adversaries) erupted, causing an explosion to occur along-side the massive explosions that the Crimson Death and Chou Akurei Bakudan caused. When all three attacks exploded and erupted at once, engulfing both of the two warriors who had fought for so long, time seemingly stopped for a moment. Everything and everyone stood and watched in awe as their last seconds on the Earth loomed forward, for after what seemed like a minute to those witnessing the explosion (though it was much shorter than that), time resumed, and when it did, a great and deadly wave of crimson and dark light was shot-off from the center of the Roman Colosseum in a circular explosion so violent and massive that it continued to spread across in all directions, even after it had occurred. The crimson rays of deadly light stretched across the entire continent of Europe, ‘cleansing’ the land of the impurities brought on upon it by civilization, toppling the most ancient monuments, and eradicating the newest buildings. Nothing was safe from the deterioration that was brought on upon what they called ‘the Old World’, for everything must come to an end, and as the end to Shinigami and Phenom’s fight loomed forward, it only assured that to be fact rather than speculation. Then, suddenly, after the crimson rays of deadly and destructive light had completely engulfed the entire continent of Europe, a dome of pure-crimson energy loomed above the area that had been affected, a dome so big and dense that it could be seen from the darkest and most desolate regions of space. The dome then disappeared, and with it, everything that everyone had ever made in Europe. Only those who were incredibly strong survived the blast.
Back in the Coliseum, nothing was standing, not even the ancient monument itself. It had been toppled over by the massive explosion caused when all the attacks hit, leaving behind an incredibly massive pile of rubble that showed no signs of life. Then, all was quiet, in the same way it had been only earlier that morning. The sun then began to rise as it did the day before, shining its beautiful and harmonious rays down on the destroyed and eradicated land that was once Europe. Instead of the beautiful orange beams of light shining down on the wonderfully green grass fields, all that they touched were charred fields so long and far that one would wonder if this was a place people lived. Eerily enough, when combined with the beautiful sun that lurked above, and the lack of people on the continent of Europe, everything appeared and seemed to be cast in a completely surreal setting of absolute harmony and peacefulness. All become silent once again…for what would be the last time…
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That one had me sweating near the end. Right now, my chest is tight. Heh. I really busted my ass trying to write that so quickly...
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OoC: Damn...Shinigami, as much as I would like to reply, I will respect your wishes and end the battle as it is, even though I wasn't given a chance to do any punishment to you and that frustrates me a hell of a lot, I will however do as you wish... despite the fact that I am against stopping a tournament before the judges say so. I just hope the judges don't base their final decision on that last post alone. Nevertheless, very...VERY...well done, you are indeed a great warrior.
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