6th Annual Nintendoland Battlefield Tournament - Championship Fight ( Battlefield )
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Ahh, yes. 2-weeks, eh? Well, I pity you judges. I'm so glad I didn't join as a judge now, especially considering the fact that last time we fought Phenom and I matched each others post each time we posted our next post. It was a bit weird.
Now then, I'll make my entrance post very soon...
[ April 16, 2003, 05:31 PM: Message edited by: Shinigami-sama ]
Now then, I'll make my entrance post very soon...
[ April 16, 2003, 05:31 PM: Message edited by: Shinigami-sama ]
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I'm hoping the judges are ready for one of us to make a ten page post on Word. You judges are gonna get migraines I tell you! Well this is what its all about. If I am to win, it'll be one of my greatest VGF accomplishments, in loss I still will be very pleased. Thank you to all who watch this match. Shin and I have planned for this occasion, and you can bet your Hylian Shield that we won't disappoint!
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It would be a beautiful day in the city of Rome as the sun was now setting, its beautiful rays of serenity and harmony stretching across the long and beautiful Italian countryside in such a way that it would seem as though they were being orchestrated by God himself. The orange harmonious beams of brilliant light slowly continued to creep across the evergreen fields of life and death as a cold and soft wind blew through the fine green blades of grass in accordance to the sun, seemingly making the blades move and dance in such a way that it reflected the true surreal atmosphere and ambiance of the area that they touched. The beams of harmony continued to easily rip through the sky until they reached a small river so crystal-clear and untainted that if one looked down into it they could see their feet it was so pure.
The orange rays of harmony and serenity passed over the river slowly and calmly, reflecting the peacefulness that the river had been placed under during the passing of the sun’s beams of life, the passing that would soon die out and thus leave the entire city and country in a state of darkness that would once again be interrupted by the sun’s rays as they would inevitably pass over the river once again. As the many pure beams of life shimmered down onto the river below, the rays began to interact with the water and as they did such they were reflected off of the mirror-coated surface of the water and back up towards the sky, leaving behind a trail of pure light so soft and kind that one could see its magnificence even through the darkest nights. As this occurred, the denizens of the country who bothered to look at the river noticed something that would be etched in the back of their mind for all eternity; an image so beautiful and astounding that no person there would ever forget it for it was so perfect and colorful that one would believe that it had been painted by God himself. The amazing blend and mixture of beautiful colors was so grand that it would be a sight to see for all eternity. Then, like it always did, the sun’s rays left the lake, and as they did it also took its beautiful painting that God had painted with it, and thus stealing the very thing that the denizens had stood in awe over for what seemed like a second to them, yet in reality it was far more than that.
The orange beams of light continued to move through and about Italy. To the people that bothered to take time out of their day to look up at the beautiful sky above that had been seemingly lit-up by a beautiful iridescent orange hue realized what they had been given—a gift. They had been given a gift so amazing and intensifying that it wouldn’t soon leave their mind, for what they saw up in the sky was a view unlike any other, a view so peaceful and relaxing that one would begin to wonder if this was truly a place where many men, women, and children had died oh so long ago, yet the reality was that many did die, and thus this reality came back surging through their brains each time they decided to think about it. They then went back to go on with their daily lives, often looking back at the sun as they did so, embracing and welcoming the soft and warm rays of purity and harmony.
Finally, the calm beams of light continued to stretch across the ancient and mythological city of Rome, engulfing every building and street as though it were made of some other-worldly material, absorbing and assimilating nearly every building the rays of light came in contact. The beams of pulsating orange energy continued to absorb everything in its path until it reached the remnants of what used to be, and what is to this day, the ancient Colosseum—the very testament to Roman architecture and Italian pride. When the rays of serenity set their sites on this architectural wonder, the beautiful calm rays of light began to slowly and carefully interact with the Colosseum in such a way that one would begin to wonder if they were gazing at something that God had been doing for as the serene rays of orange energy shimmed down into the center of the Colosseum, a gigantic explosion of colorful light erupted in the epicenter of where many gladiators had died but only a millennia ago, causing great beams of orange iridescent light to be thrown out from all windows and holes in the Colosseum. Immediately following the beautiful colorful explosion of light and harmony, the serene beams of orange light returned to the center of the Colosseum as they completely and entirely engulfed the old and ancient arena in a mysterious orange veil of light so surreal in being that one would’ve expected it to disappeared and take the Colosseum with it. Immediately after this had developed, silence overcame the entire city of Rome where the explosion had occurred and thus a massive roaring crowd began to form around the Colosseum as though it were alive once again, yet none could see past the orange barrier of light…
Suddenly, as the spectators tried to get through the orange barrier and into the Colosseum that they had been separated from, a loud and demonic roar came bellowing from below the ground beneath the Colosseum, a roar so deadly and demonic in pitch that it shook the entire area with all of its might. Yet, to the surprise of many, not one building fell down in reaction to the rumbling from below. This was only surprising because of the fact that the rumbling was so dense and violent that it would seem at least one building would collapse, yet none did. It was as if a god or some greater deity had been controlling the rumbling, which was a very eerie thing indeed. Then, immediately following the rumbling of death and hatred that seemingly emitted and leaked off of from the deadly depths of the ground by which they all stood, thick black mist began to seep out from the ground and up into the air above.
The mist slowly and ominously began to eerily rise off of the ground, moving in very intricate and decisive patterns that signified to the people below that the movements of the thick black mist had to of been orchestrated by something other than natural causes, for the patterns were just far too complex for even the most advanced forms of nature. They all knew deep within their hearts that some deity of great power and mass had to have some sort of lock on the mist, and thus they all embraced whatever the mist did, for they knew that they would never escape the demonic deity that had been orchestrating the mist, not even if they tried. So, the people embraced their own fates as the dark black mist began to rise off of the ground until it finally covered the entire Colosseum in a shroud of darkness and death. When it had accomplished its most difficult task, it began to go into the next step, the step that would ensure that whatever it did would be of massive proportions for right then and there the mist began to get denser and denser, solidifying until it was so solid that it had transformed into smoke rather than mist. Suddenly and immediately a spark of black electrical energy was seen forming at the top of the shroud of darkness and as it did it literally began to tear the very sinew of space and time apart as though they were its play toy. Then, the aftermath began and all became silent as the dark shroud of deep black smoke loomed above the ancient encased arena.
The denizens below the dark shroud of black smoke knew that it was fruitless to try to breach the smoky black wall and so they all came to a consensus that they would wait for whatever fate that the deity that had trapped them under the this ‘veil of darkness’ would bestow upon them. Their worries were soon put to rest; however, as they all suddenly began to feel as though they were becoming more and sleepier as the minutes passed by, and thus after what seemed like five seconds of yawning and waiting, they all immediately collapsed over upon one another and then went to sleep.
After about five minutes of sleeping they all suddenly realized what had happened, and therefore they quickly woke up almost in complete unison with one another. They all slowly and carefully opened their eyes to see something none of them would’ve expected—the shroud of darkness was gone! Yet it had left something behind, something none of them would forget for a long, long time. What was left in its wake a was the Colosseum, yet this Colosseum was different, for it looked like it had been completely restored to the way it used to be in the condition it had been when it was first created. It was then that they all knew that some greater being was definitely influencing what was happening here today, and thus they all knew that they had better either leave this place or else they would probably not see another sunset. Yet, oddly enough, none of them left, even though their instincts told them to. It was as though something was calling them. They all walked towards the golden gates of the Colosseum in what appeared to be a zombie-like fashion and when they reached the goldenrod gates they just pushed them aside as though they were nothing and continued their eerie march through the corridors of the Colosseum, the sound of their feet echoing throughout the long and daunting corridors of the Colosseum.
Finally, they all reached the spectator stands and when they did they quickly found seats that they could sit in and they did so almost instinctively. As their bodies made contact with the cold hard stone slabs that were the seats an eerie light began to glow in the pit of the Colosseum, the very area where many gladiators had died long ago fighting for their freedom, a treasure that most of the people on the planet now take lightly. They all watched in awe as the flame that was in the center of the pit burn, embers being thrown out from the top of the torch and onto the ground below where they immediately disintegrated into nothing more than ash and dust. They all heard the crackling of the flame lash out against the air, and then they all noticed and watched in amazement as a golden gate slowly and eerily raised itself off of the ground without any assistance of any man.
The gate finally stopped raising off of the ground when it had reached its limit, and when it did a shadowed figured garbed in a long black cloak with a hood that covered his entire face emerged from the darkness. The shadowy cloaked figure slowly and ominously trudged across the pit of the arena until it reached the center. The beast immediately snapped his fingers abruptly, and what followed next would have to be seen in order to comprehend for right then and there it was revealed that a shroud of darkness had seemingly disappeared, was, in fact, still there. The shroud of darkness began to fade as the rays of pure serene light tore through the darkness as though it were the bane of the darkness. After the sun's harmonious rays of pure light eradicated the shroud of darkness it let off its last rays of pure serene light that breached the hollowed-out windows of the Colosseum until it could no longer do so, and when that time came about silence overcame everything as they all brought their attention on the cloaked figure that stood in the center of the pit. The demonic creature slowly and ominously raised his left hand into the air and he then paused for a moment as he collected his thoughts. The beast closed his eyes and then he placed his left hand on the top of his cloak and once again paused as he looked at the audience that looked down wanting.
He smirked to himself demonically, even though none could see, and then he quickly ripped the cloak off of his body in one quick motion that if any of the spectators would’ve blinked they would’ve surely missed the climax of the event. The things that followed his revealing of his identity were screams and cries of terror that echoed throughout the entire stadium, yet none could hear their cries of pain and agony for the Lord of Death had made sure of that. He then approached the large stone wall of the Colosseum, and then he closed his eyes as he gave them all his traditionally insane, sadistic, demonic grin that stretched from ear-to-ear across the Death Lord’s face.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” Shinigami said proudly. “I am the Lord of the Dead, Shinigami, and you will be the spectators of the final match in a tournament I have been participating in. I do hope you enjoy the match, for it may just be your last…” The Death God then opened his eyes immediately after his short-winded speech and then he narrowed his eyes as he then scowled at them all. He hastily turned around and trudged across the pit of the arena once again until he reached the torch that was in the center of the pit. He softly closed his eyes as he placed his left hand over the flame and then the Death God started to think to himself about the battle ahead.
“Phenom…” He said coldly yet with much anxiety to his voice. “…it’s time…”
Out of Character:
Sorry, guys. I'm very pressed for time and started to rush it a lot during the end. I'll do much better at the end, I promise.
One of the reasons why I rushed it was because my mom came down and bothered me as I was writing it. She closed my window, didn't save, and thus I lost a lot of work. In fact, I lost two pages of work. I then said "**** it" and continued to write it all over again as best as I could, even though I was very depressed.
Sorry, Phenom. I'll do much better, man.
CLICK HERE to listen to the theme I chose for this battle
[ April 18, 2003, 10:17 AM: Message edited by: Shinigami-sama ]
The orange rays of harmony and serenity passed over the river slowly and calmly, reflecting the peacefulness that the river had been placed under during the passing of the sun’s beams of life, the passing that would soon die out and thus leave the entire city and country in a state of darkness that would once again be interrupted by the sun’s rays as they would inevitably pass over the river once again. As the many pure beams of life shimmered down onto the river below, the rays began to interact with the water and as they did such they were reflected off of the mirror-coated surface of the water and back up towards the sky, leaving behind a trail of pure light so soft and kind that one could see its magnificence even through the darkest nights. As this occurred, the denizens of the country who bothered to look at the river noticed something that would be etched in the back of their mind for all eternity; an image so beautiful and astounding that no person there would ever forget it for it was so perfect and colorful that one would believe that it had been painted by God himself. The amazing blend and mixture of beautiful colors was so grand that it would be a sight to see for all eternity. Then, like it always did, the sun’s rays left the lake, and as they did it also took its beautiful painting that God had painted with it, and thus stealing the very thing that the denizens had stood in awe over for what seemed like a second to them, yet in reality it was far more than that.
The orange beams of light continued to move through and about Italy. To the people that bothered to take time out of their day to look up at the beautiful sky above that had been seemingly lit-up by a beautiful iridescent orange hue realized what they had been given—a gift. They had been given a gift so amazing and intensifying that it wouldn’t soon leave their mind, for what they saw up in the sky was a view unlike any other, a view so peaceful and relaxing that one would begin to wonder if this was truly a place where many men, women, and children had died oh so long ago, yet the reality was that many did die, and thus this reality came back surging through their brains each time they decided to think about it. They then went back to go on with their daily lives, often looking back at the sun as they did so, embracing and welcoming the soft and warm rays of purity and harmony.
Finally, the calm beams of light continued to stretch across the ancient and mythological city of Rome, engulfing every building and street as though it were made of some other-worldly material, absorbing and assimilating nearly every building the rays of light came in contact. The beams of pulsating orange energy continued to absorb everything in its path until it reached the remnants of what used to be, and what is to this day, the ancient Colosseum—the very testament to Roman architecture and Italian pride. When the rays of serenity set their sites on this architectural wonder, the beautiful calm rays of light began to slowly and carefully interact with the Colosseum in such a way that one would begin to wonder if they were gazing at something that God had been doing for as the serene rays of orange energy shimmed down into the center of the Colosseum, a gigantic explosion of colorful light erupted in the epicenter of where many gladiators had died but only a millennia ago, causing great beams of orange iridescent light to be thrown out from all windows and holes in the Colosseum. Immediately following the beautiful colorful explosion of light and harmony, the serene beams of orange light returned to the center of the Colosseum as they completely and entirely engulfed the old and ancient arena in a mysterious orange veil of light so surreal in being that one would’ve expected it to disappeared and take the Colosseum with it. Immediately after this had developed, silence overcame the entire city of Rome where the explosion had occurred and thus a massive roaring crowd began to form around the Colosseum as though it were alive once again, yet none could see past the orange barrier of light…
Suddenly, as the spectators tried to get through the orange barrier and into the Colosseum that they had been separated from, a loud and demonic roar came bellowing from below the ground beneath the Colosseum, a roar so deadly and demonic in pitch that it shook the entire area with all of its might. Yet, to the surprise of many, not one building fell down in reaction to the rumbling from below. This was only surprising because of the fact that the rumbling was so dense and violent that it would seem at least one building would collapse, yet none did. It was as if a god or some greater deity had been controlling the rumbling, which was a very eerie thing indeed. Then, immediately following the rumbling of death and hatred that seemingly emitted and leaked off of from the deadly depths of the ground by which they all stood, thick black mist began to seep out from the ground and up into the air above.
The mist slowly and ominously began to eerily rise off of the ground, moving in very intricate and decisive patterns that signified to the people below that the movements of the thick black mist had to of been orchestrated by something other than natural causes, for the patterns were just far too complex for even the most advanced forms of nature. They all knew deep within their hearts that some deity of great power and mass had to have some sort of lock on the mist, and thus they all embraced whatever the mist did, for they knew that they would never escape the demonic deity that had been orchestrating the mist, not even if they tried. So, the people embraced their own fates as the dark black mist began to rise off of the ground until it finally covered the entire Colosseum in a shroud of darkness and death. When it had accomplished its most difficult task, it began to go into the next step, the step that would ensure that whatever it did would be of massive proportions for right then and there the mist began to get denser and denser, solidifying until it was so solid that it had transformed into smoke rather than mist. Suddenly and immediately a spark of black electrical energy was seen forming at the top of the shroud of darkness and as it did it literally began to tear the very sinew of space and time apart as though they were its play toy. Then, the aftermath began and all became silent as the dark shroud of deep black smoke loomed above the ancient encased arena.
The denizens below the dark shroud of black smoke knew that it was fruitless to try to breach the smoky black wall and so they all came to a consensus that they would wait for whatever fate that the deity that had trapped them under the this ‘veil of darkness’ would bestow upon them. Their worries were soon put to rest; however, as they all suddenly began to feel as though they were becoming more and sleepier as the minutes passed by, and thus after what seemed like five seconds of yawning and waiting, they all immediately collapsed over upon one another and then went to sleep.
After about five minutes of sleeping they all suddenly realized what had happened, and therefore they quickly woke up almost in complete unison with one another. They all slowly and carefully opened their eyes to see something none of them would’ve expected—the shroud of darkness was gone! Yet it had left something behind, something none of them would forget for a long, long time. What was left in its wake a was the Colosseum, yet this Colosseum was different, for it looked like it had been completely restored to the way it used to be in the condition it had been when it was first created. It was then that they all knew that some greater being was definitely influencing what was happening here today, and thus they all knew that they had better either leave this place or else they would probably not see another sunset. Yet, oddly enough, none of them left, even though their instincts told them to. It was as though something was calling them. They all walked towards the golden gates of the Colosseum in what appeared to be a zombie-like fashion and when they reached the goldenrod gates they just pushed them aside as though they were nothing and continued their eerie march through the corridors of the Colosseum, the sound of their feet echoing throughout the long and daunting corridors of the Colosseum.
Finally, they all reached the spectator stands and when they did they quickly found seats that they could sit in and they did so almost instinctively. As their bodies made contact with the cold hard stone slabs that were the seats an eerie light began to glow in the pit of the Colosseum, the very area where many gladiators had died long ago fighting for their freedom, a treasure that most of the people on the planet now take lightly. They all watched in awe as the flame that was in the center of the pit burn, embers being thrown out from the top of the torch and onto the ground below where they immediately disintegrated into nothing more than ash and dust. They all heard the crackling of the flame lash out against the air, and then they all noticed and watched in amazement as a golden gate slowly and eerily raised itself off of the ground without any assistance of any man.
The gate finally stopped raising off of the ground when it had reached its limit, and when it did a shadowed figured garbed in a long black cloak with a hood that covered his entire face emerged from the darkness. The shadowy cloaked figure slowly and ominously trudged across the pit of the arena until it reached the center. The beast immediately snapped his fingers abruptly, and what followed next would have to be seen in order to comprehend for right then and there it was revealed that a shroud of darkness had seemingly disappeared, was, in fact, still there. The shroud of darkness began to fade as the rays of pure serene light tore through the darkness as though it were the bane of the darkness. After the sun's harmonious rays of pure light eradicated the shroud of darkness it let off its last rays of pure serene light that breached the hollowed-out windows of the Colosseum until it could no longer do so, and when that time came about silence overcame everything as they all brought their attention on the cloaked figure that stood in the center of the pit. The demonic creature slowly and ominously raised his left hand into the air and he then paused for a moment as he collected his thoughts. The beast closed his eyes and then he placed his left hand on the top of his cloak and once again paused as he looked at the audience that looked down wanting.
He smirked to himself demonically, even though none could see, and then he quickly ripped the cloak off of his body in one quick motion that if any of the spectators would’ve blinked they would’ve surely missed the climax of the event. The things that followed his revealing of his identity were screams and cries of terror that echoed throughout the entire stadium, yet none could hear their cries of pain and agony for the Lord of Death had made sure of that. He then approached the large stone wall of the Colosseum, and then he closed his eyes as he gave them all his traditionally insane, sadistic, demonic grin that stretched from ear-to-ear across the Death Lord’s face.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” Shinigami said proudly. “I am the Lord of the Dead, Shinigami, and you will be the spectators of the final match in a tournament I have been participating in. I do hope you enjoy the match, for it may just be your last…” The Death God then opened his eyes immediately after his short-winded speech and then he narrowed his eyes as he then scowled at them all. He hastily turned around and trudged across the pit of the arena once again until he reached the torch that was in the center of the pit. He softly closed his eyes as he placed his left hand over the flame and then the Death God started to think to himself about the battle ahead.
“Phenom…” He said coldly yet with much anxiety to his voice. “…it’s time…”
Out of Character:
Sorry, guys. I'm very pressed for time and started to rush it a lot during the end. I'll do much better at the end, I promise.
One of the reasons why I rushed it was because my mom came down and bothered me as I was writing it. She closed my window, didn't save, and thus I lost a lot of work. In fact, I lost two pages of work. I then said "**** it" and continued to write it all over again as best as I could, even though I was very depressed.
Sorry, Phenom. I'll do much better, man.
CLICK HERE to listen to the theme I chose for this battle
[ April 18, 2003, 10:17 AM: Message edited by: Shinigami-sama ]
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I registered here back in Jul. 2001.I got banned,used another screename for awhile and forgot it.Then I re-registered here and well,there ya go.</font>[/QUOTE]OoC: ...who...who are you? Do I know you from back when?Originally posted by Pumpkin Head:
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^ Ditto. Who are you?
Help me out with the best fanfiction ever, Ganondorf Beats Up EVERYONE! You decide who gets beaten!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
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OoC: Without further adieu...
Battlefields. Countless times throughout history has this word struck fear into the gentle-souled hearts of the masses. If they were not scared of this seemingly simple word, the mention of it would likely anger them to the soul. Such negative reactions to one word may seem odd, but once one understands what exactly that word represents, it becomes crystal clear why Battlefields have grown to become a fear and despised word by many. To the aforementioned people, those who are petrified or angered at what Battlefields are, the word represents death, disorder, destruction, panic, and heartbreak. Many of these people have in one instance or another lost one they cared about on the fields of battle. These beings strive for the better good of man, they "fight the good fight". Inspiring; or in other cases amusing, to those who watch them, the anti-war people hope one day to achieve the impossible dream that is world peace. The reason their attempts at universal love and harmony is so laughable to many is that no matter how many countries, continents, planets, or galaxies cease their war waging mentality, there will still remain a natural craving, an irrepressible urge in the body of some, to fight. Not for domination of territory, nor for revenge, but simply to face off against an opposing organism in pursuit of nothing more than pride. The will to be dubbed as the victor... the best there was.
This little known fact leads to the other people. The people whose opinions on the Battlefield differ very greatly from the alternative vales and beliefs. These people are seen as sadisistic, heinous, and heartless creatures by the other group. The anti-battle fielders are wrong in these assumptions however, as these pro-battlers are nothing more than humans. Unlike the others, this particular category of people do not ignore their natural urges. They do not let their mind hinder their need for competition. These people, though titled "barbarians" or "Neanderthals" by the less educated, are the true beings in the universe. They have embraced their dire intentions and have practiced them for centuries, no longer do they associate with the others whom believe their ways to be incorrect. The real name for these select few people are known as Warriors...
You could say that this place, also known to many as the Battlefields, is the sanctuary of which the warriors have come to, each warrior pursuing his or her own endeavours, whether it is to become a well-known combatant, or the victor of a gruelling tournament, or to feed their eternally insatiable hunger for a battle. To show case their skills and power by means to defeat one bold enough to oppose them. But they all had one simple goal. Though the path to it was sometimes fruitless, and they would certainly undergo incomprehensible pain by means to achieve it. That goal was to be the best of them all. To reach the proverbial mountain summit of the Battlefields. To have all look up to you, some in admiration, some in envy, and others with the will and mentality to knock you square off the top by any means necessary. Every warrior strives towards this dream in his or her own respective ways. Through leading legions of others through the trials and tribulations of massive adventures spanning the globe of treacherous worlds, or through countless victories over anyone by means to climb the invisible ladder to fame, or by overcoming all odds in tournaments that only the strong generally survive. Each way has its own perks and depressions. Its own ups and its own downs, but those who choose each path take the good with the bad, for they know it is all for the better good in their ultimate goal. Now so the story begins of two valiant warriors, two unique and powerful forces. Both equally determined to satisfy their need for battle. In this particular tale, the two have walked the painstaking path of the tournament, and not just any sudden death melee, this tournament was the grandest stage of them all, the Nintendoland Battlefield Championship. Each battler had emerged victorious numerous times in this tournament, and now they find themselves in the final. The venue: the Coliseum of Rome, a very fitting field of battle. The warriors you ask? None other than the God of Death himself, Shinigami; and the Deadman Walking... Phenom Vendetta. This tale of the epic battle the two put forth unto one another does not begin now however, as to truly understand the true intent between the two combatants in this, the last battle of the prestigious tournament, one must first understand the history between Shinigami and Phenom. It was almost precisely one year ago that the two first met formally...
The name of the tournament that everyone was talking about at the time back then was known as the Galactic Kirby Tournament. All of the Battlefield’s finest attendees had tossed in their proverbial hats to participate for the crown in this Battle Royale that read like a who's who in the battlefield at the time. Aside from the many household names in the 16-man event, there were a few people who managed to enter the tournament under the detection of the masses. One was Shinigami, a force to be reckoned with even at the beginning of his battlefield days, but at the time one who lurked in the shadows. Unbeknownst to all else, he was one of the finest warriors of the era. The other entrant who was just beginning to experience attention from some in the battlefields, fresh off a memorable duel with Wyborn and reborn a deadly fighter, was Phenom Vendetta. Both parties still generally new, were about to meet their destiny, they were about to wage a brutal war upon the other, because as Lady Fate rolled her all knowing dice, the result was Shinigami and Phenom were to face off in round one of the tournament. The battle was gruesome, gut wrenching, and awe inspiring; each man never really seized the upper hand in this bout. When Phenom would pull out a long and arduous attack that would leave Shinigami tattered and torn, Shinigami would counter with something that put Phenom's attack to shame, and after that Phenom would up the ante once more. This pattern of pain exchange elevated to insane levels which saw Phenom being knocked so far, and at such a high velocity, that he ripped through the very fabric of time itself! After a mind boggling encounter with his future self, Phenom returned fire with an atom splitting attack that revealed for the first time and forever more, the mystery behind his dark glasses, seemingly sending Shinigami into oblivion. By battles end, both Vendetta and Shinigami were sent packing to their "corners", Shinigami back down to the underworld, and Phenom temporarily into the heavens. Both warriors were physically killed you could say, but then again, none were really living to begin with. The true soul of warriors never dies, and that being so, Shinigami and Phenom Vendetta were actually just sent for a breather rather then the afterlife. In the end, Shinigami was declared the victor by the narrowest of margins and proceeded to round two. Many were mesmerized by the unbelievable give and take of the match and some ventured as far to call it the match of the year. That was a problem however at least for the tournament, as soon after round two, many lost interest and the tournament died out. The tournament was discontinued, but the memory of that epic encounter between the two dark adversaries lived on in the minds of many, and is still remembered today... nearly a year afterwards...
"Rome wasn't built in a day" is a very popular saying when one is anxious for something to occur. But in this instance, Rome may have not been finished in a day, but with the collision of two massive beings to take place any moment now in the confines of the famous Coliseum, now resembling its past roots, as it had very well been brought back from the past to suit the purposes of the fore coming blood bath, it would likely be reduced to rubble in less than 24 hours. Shinigami had really gone all out for the highly anticipated rematch from a year ago, and Phenom did not aim to disappoint. But as he liked to be, Phenom was quite a ways away from planet earth, let alone Italy, and Rome was out of the question. Rather, Phenom was inside a place very familiar to him, a place very reminiscent of the first time he had crossed paths with Shinigami. He was within the tightly woven stitches of times fabric. He was simultaneously very close to the field of battle, and yet as far away as one can get. This is because when one exits the relentless flow of time and space, one is both everywhere and nowhere at the very same time. This place was the most perfect place Phenom could dream of to become centred for the upcoming war in Rome with the one whom had given him the battle of his life. The monotony of absolute white around him, the lack of matter, air, and living organisms besides Phenom himself proved to be very soothing as Phenom put all thoughts and emotions besides that of the battle through a door in the back of his mind, locking them out for an indefinite time. There would always be a time for those thoughts some other time. But the task at hand may never arise again, and to squander the chance not only to be crowned the first official champion of the NLBFC, but also to upend his rival combatant Shinigami would be the climax of Phenom's life, or lack thereof. So there Phenom sat, or floated, or rather, existed in the void of time, where every aspect of time and space was at a virtual standstill, as if Phenom dictated when and where the eternal powers of both would resume. Phenom was already late when he decided to take a session free from the confines of reality, but he would never become a millisecond later, as time ceased to exist once he gained entrance to the realm he currently resided in. Whether he was moving so insanely fast that it seemed like he exceeded times pace, or that time had actually stopped was anyone's guess, but Phenom worried not with trivial matters such as that, as he drew his Death Sentence from its sheath and began to swing it about viciously, indentations in the unseen walls of time could be spotted if one looked closely, displaying the immense might of Phenom's blade, one that he had not acquired as of yet back when he encountered Shinigami. The Death Sentence was his element of surprise in the battle, as Shinigami had no idea of the capabilities of the gigantic cleaver Phenom wielded with pride. Within the minds eye, behind his closed eye lids, visions of all the battles past appeared in succession of each other in Phenom's pitch black head. First he remembered Crash Crocodile, an odd looking cyborg of the namesake reptile whom had dared not lay a metallic finger on Phenom, causing the Deadman to claim victory by default, much to the displeasure of Phenom. Phenom felt a smile spread widely across his battle worn face as he rekindled the vivid memory of that dark and dank jailhouse. One in which the very foundations were crumbling as he fought the one named Orchis. Orchis was a very valiant lad, and someday, under the guidance of the infamous Wyborn, Orchis would become a dominant power down the roads. Phenom still felt the acid burn on his face and hands at times, sometimes causing him to curse and wince in discomfort, but most other times he would simply laugh deep and heartily, the nostalgia of the impressive warrior's attacks taking over Phenom's emotions. Phenom still remembered swallowing the ghosts that occupied the realm just beyond the haunted big house, partly because he rarely utilized such obscure and unorthodox methods of gaining the upper hand in battle, but also because he still experienced indigestion from the poltergeists as departed and lost souls with unfinished business do not always go through you like a laxative you know. Then Phenom stroked his soul patch in intrigue when he recalled his most recent battle, and his first one with a female species. The battle with the resilient and pesky gnome known as Mir, had given Phenom fits! Her guerrilla tactics were of the utmost annoyance, but through his frustration Phenom had developed much respect from Mir, she did after all harness competent magic skills as well as a sharp mind. Someday, Phenom thought, it would be nice for the two to square off once more, when Mir had more experience under her belt. But then Phenom realised he was once again failing to maintain composure in focusing on the upcoming fight of his life, and quickly tossed the thought of a rematch with the spunky gnome on the back burner. The last match he pictured vividly in his head was the one that had fuelled him on the road to the final. The one which haunted his dreams some nights, the one he knew he would never ever forget. The first battle with Shinigami had been Phenom's finest match to date. It had pushed each man to a new plateau of excellence, and each man had laid down a massive amount of agony on the opposition. Phenom cringed slightly as he remembered that ungodly demon in his psychotic trek through hell itself. He remembered it laughing like a raving lunatic. "You? Defeat Lord Shinigami? AAAAHAHAHA!" the devil had shouted at him, Phenom had wanted to end the life of that scum right then and there, but he knew then and he knew now that it would have been foolish to do so. Phenom opened his eyes and sat up in his suspended state with a jolt, a cold sweat had all of a sudden engulfed his entire body without warning. Phenom then went into a state of unbridled rage, swinging his Death Sentence around the void of time like a man possessed! He screamed as loud as he had ever when enduring incomprehensible pain in the esteemed and hallowed grounds of battle, and his body began developing a crimson red aura about him in his state of fury. Phenom still saw that demon cackling loudly even with his eyes open, he had indeed reached his saturation point. Phenom leapt into the void, as there is no air to be accounted for, and brought down his massive Death Sentence on the demonic illusion, sending him screaming in agony in a pool of his own dark juices, sliced literally in half down the middle, his organs spilling out from either side in a sight that would induce mass vomiting from even the man with the strongest of stomachs. Phenom had finally rid himself of the frustration and the haunting that that defeat had brought him. He now knew that he must continue his dream. The dream all warriors had. That dream of course, was the dream to be the absolute greatest. And none other than the God of Death himself, Shinigami, was blocking the path that Phenom chose. Then out of nowhere came the voice Phenom knew all too well. It belonged to Shinigami. The unexplained connection in the two warrior's minds had travelled inside time's river to reach Phenom. The massage Phenom heard was all he needed for motivation.
"Phenom... It's time..."
Upon hearing Shinigami beckon Phenom to the stage of history once again, Phenom drew his Death Sentence, and nodded in whole-hearted agreement with Shinigami's call.
"It...IS...Time..." Phenom said in no more than a raspy whisper to himself, no echo to repeat him, all that heard him was Phenom himself. The Deadman then once again drew back the massive Death Sentence and sliced down upon the void. A massive rip came, and first their was a blinding light that tortured Phenom's cornea's... then there was Rome...
Phenom awoke back in the custody of time and space, and not a moment to soon, the unwilling Roman crowd around him was becoming restless and was chanting his name. Phenom was mesmerized temporarily by the calls of the spectators, but snapped out of it as soon as the golden gates that blocked entrance to the field of battle in the centre of the Coliseum opened up, revealing destiny once more... Shinigami. Phenom trudged onto the field with blood on his mind. His Death Sentence was not the only weapon he brought to the fight, but it was all that he held for now. He raised his sword in the excruciatingly hot and bright Roman sun in acknowledgment to the crowd. And called out to the fans.
"I am sure you all know why we have come... Enjoy the show as there will never be another one like it forever more!" with that, Phenom nodded over to Shinigami, the two components for an epic battle were present, and no words were needed to display to each other what the other thought. Both knew the other all to well... The last thing Phenom noticed before sinking into the mentality of a war, was the crowds mixed chants. While some supported the God of Death, Phenom subconsciously blocked out the deafening chants for his adversary. All that he hear from then on was
PHEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOM! PHEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The End.... Is Near...
OoC: Sorry... Writers block or I could have gone on for ages...
Battlefields. Countless times throughout history has this word struck fear into the gentle-souled hearts of the masses. If they were not scared of this seemingly simple word, the mention of it would likely anger them to the soul. Such negative reactions to one word may seem odd, but once one understands what exactly that word represents, it becomes crystal clear why Battlefields have grown to become a fear and despised word by many. To the aforementioned people, those who are petrified or angered at what Battlefields are, the word represents death, disorder, destruction, panic, and heartbreak. Many of these people have in one instance or another lost one they cared about on the fields of battle. These beings strive for the better good of man, they "fight the good fight". Inspiring; or in other cases amusing, to those who watch them, the anti-war people hope one day to achieve the impossible dream that is world peace. The reason their attempts at universal love and harmony is so laughable to many is that no matter how many countries, continents, planets, or galaxies cease their war waging mentality, there will still remain a natural craving, an irrepressible urge in the body of some, to fight. Not for domination of territory, nor for revenge, but simply to face off against an opposing organism in pursuit of nothing more than pride. The will to be dubbed as the victor... the best there was.
This little known fact leads to the other people. The people whose opinions on the Battlefield differ very greatly from the alternative vales and beliefs. These people are seen as sadisistic, heinous, and heartless creatures by the other group. The anti-battle fielders are wrong in these assumptions however, as these pro-battlers are nothing more than humans. Unlike the others, this particular category of people do not ignore their natural urges. They do not let their mind hinder their need for competition. These people, though titled "barbarians" or "Neanderthals" by the less educated, are the true beings in the universe. They have embraced their dire intentions and have practiced them for centuries, no longer do they associate with the others whom believe their ways to be incorrect. The real name for these select few people are known as Warriors...
You could say that this place, also known to many as the Battlefields, is the sanctuary of which the warriors have come to, each warrior pursuing his or her own endeavours, whether it is to become a well-known combatant, or the victor of a gruelling tournament, or to feed their eternally insatiable hunger for a battle. To show case their skills and power by means to defeat one bold enough to oppose them. But they all had one simple goal. Though the path to it was sometimes fruitless, and they would certainly undergo incomprehensible pain by means to achieve it. That goal was to be the best of them all. To reach the proverbial mountain summit of the Battlefields. To have all look up to you, some in admiration, some in envy, and others with the will and mentality to knock you square off the top by any means necessary. Every warrior strives towards this dream in his or her own respective ways. Through leading legions of others through the trials and tribulations of massive adventures spanning the globe of treacherous worlds, or through countless victories over anyone by means to climb the invisible ladder to fame, or by overcoming all odds in tournaments that only the strong generally survive. Each way has its own perks and depressions. Its own ups and its own downs, but those who choose each path take the good with the bad, for they know it is all for the better good in their ultimate goal. Now so the story begins of two valiant warriors, two unique and powerful forces. Both equally determined to satisfy their need for battle. In this particular tale, the two have walked the painstaking path of the tournament, and not just any sudden death melee, this tournament was the grandest stage of them all, the Nintendoland Battlefield Championship. Each battler had emerged victorious numerous times in this tournament, and now they find themselves in the final. The venue: the Coliseum of Rome, a very fitting field of battle. The warriors you ask? None other than the God of Death himself, Shinigami; and the Deadman Walking... Phenom Vendetta. This tale of the epic battle the two put forth unto one another does not begin now however, as to truly understand the true intent between the two combatants in this, the last battle of the prestigious tournament, one must first understand the history between Shinigami and Phenom. It was almost precisely one year ago that the two first met formally...
The name of the tournament that everyone was talking about at the time back then was known as the Galactic Kirby Tournament. All of the Battlefield’s finest attendees had tossed in their proverbial hats to participate for the crown in this Battle Royale that read like a who's who in the battlefield at the time. Aside from the many household names in the 16-man event, there were a few people who managed to enter the tournament under the detection of the masses. One was Shinigami, a force to be reckoned with even at the beginning of his battlefield days, but at the time one who lurked in the shadows. Unbeknownst to all else, he was one of the finest warriors of the era. The other entrant who was just beginning to experience attention from some in the battlefields, fresh off a memorable duel with Wyborn and reborn a deadly fighter, was Phenom Vendetta. Both parties still generally new, were about to meet their destiny, they were about to wage a brutal war upon the other, because as Lady Fate rolled her all knowing dice, the result was Shinigami and Phenom were to face off in round one of the tournament. The battle was gruesome, gut wrenching, and awe inspiring; each man never really seized the upper hand in this bout. When Phenom would pull out a long and arduous attack that would leave Shinigami tattered and torn, Shinigami would counter with something that put Phenom's attack to shame, and after that Phenom would up the ante once more. This pattern of pain exchange elevated to insane levels which saw Phenom being knocked so far, and at such a high velocity, that he ripped through the very fabric of time itself! After a mind boggling encounter with his future self, Phenom returned fire with an atom splitting attack that revealed for the first time and forever more, the mystery behind his dark glasses, seemingly sending Shinigami into oblivion. By battles end, both Vendetta and Shinigami were sent packing to their "corners", Shinigami back down to the underworld, and Phenom temporarily into the heavens. Both warriors were physically killed you could say, but then again, none were really living to begin with. The true soul of warriors never dies, and that being so, Shinigami and Phenom Vendetta were actually just sent for a breather rather then the afterlife. In the end, Shinigami was declared the victor by the narrowest of margins and proceeded to round two. Many were mesmerized by the unbelievable give and take of the match and some ventured as far to call it the match of the year. That was a problem however at least for the tournament, as soon after round two, many lost interest and the tournament died out. The tournament was discontinued, but the memory of that epic encounter between the two dark adversaries lived on in the minds of many, and is still remembered today... nearly a year afterwards...
"Rome wasn't built in a day" is a very popular saying when one is anxious for something to occur. But in this instance, Rome may have not been finished in a day, but with the collision of two massive beings to take place any moment now in the confines of the famous Coliseum, now resembling its past roots, as it had very well been brought back from the past to suit the purposes of the fore coming blood bath, it would likely be reduced to rubble in less than 24 hours. Shinigami had really gone all out for the highly anticipated rematch from a year ago, and Phenom did not aim to disappoint. But as he liked to be, Phenom was quite a ways away from planet earth, let alone Italy, and Rome was out of the question. Rather, Phenom was inside a place very familiar to him, a place very reminiscent of the first time he had crossed paths with Shinigami. He was within the tightly woven stitches of times fabric. He was simultaneously very close to the field of battle, and yet as far away as one can get. This is because when one exits the relentless flow of time and space, one is both everywhere and nowhere at the very same time. This place was the most perfect place Phenom could dream of to become centred for the upcoming war in Rome with the one whom had given him the battle of his life. The monotony of absolute white around him, the lack of matter, air, and living organisms besides Phenom himself proved to be very soothing as Phenom put all thoughts and emotions besides that of the battle through a door in the back of his mind, locking them out for an indefinite time. There would always be a time for those thoughts some other time. But the task at hand may never arise again, and to squander the chance not only to be crowned the first official champion of the NLBFC, but also to upend his rival combatant Shinigami would be the climax of Phenom's life, or lack thereof. So there Phenom sat, or floated, or rather, existed in the void of time, where every aspect of time and space was at a virtual standstill, as if Phenom dictated when and where the eternal powers of both would resume. Phenom was already late when he decided to take a session free from the confines of reality, but he would never become a millisecond later, as time ceased to exist once he gained entrance to the realm he currently resided in. Whether he was moving so insanely fast that it seemed like he exceeded times pace, or that time had actually stopped was anyone's guess, but Phenom worried not with trivial matters such as that, as he drew his Death Sentence from its sheath and began to swing it about viciously, indentations in the unseen walls of time could be spotted if one looked closely, displaying the immense might of Phenom's blade, one that he had not acquired as of yet back when he encountered Shinigami. The Death Sentence was his element of surprise in the battle, as Shinigami had no idea of the capabilities of the gigantic cleaver Phenom wielded with pride. Within the minds eye, behind his closed eye lids, visions of all the battles past appeared in succession of each other in Phenom's pitch black head. First he remembered Crash Crocodile, an odd looking cyborg of the namesake reptile whom had dared not lay a metallic finger on Phenom, causing the Deadman to claim victory by default, much to the displeasure of Phenom. Phenom felt a smile spread widely across his battle worn face as he rekindled the vivid memory of that dark and dank jailhouse. One in which the very foundations were crumbling as he fought the one named Orchis. Orchis was a very valiant lad, and someday, under the guidance of the infamous Wyborn, Orchis would become a dominant power down the roads. Phenom still felt the acid burn on his face and hands at times, sometimes causing him to curse and wince in discomfort, but most other times he would simply laugh deep and heartily, the nostalgia of the impressive warrior's attacks taking over Phenom's emotions. Phenom still remembered swallowing the ghosts that occupied the realm just beyond the haunted big house, partly because he rarely utilized such obscure and unorthodox methods of gaining the upper hand in battle, but also because he still experienced indigestion from the poltergeists as departed and lost souls with unfinished business do not always go through you like a laxative you know. Then Phenom stroked his soul patch in intrigue when he recalled his most recent battle, and his first one with a female species. The battle with the resilient and pesky gnome known as Mir, had given Phenom fits! Her guerrilla tactics were of the utmost annoyance, but through his frustration Phenom had developed much respect from Mir, she did after all harness competent magic skills as well as a sharp mind. Someday, Phenom thought, it would be nice for the two to square off once more, when Mir had more experience under her belt. But then Phenom realised he was once again failing to maintain composure in focusing on the upcoming fight of his life, and quickly tossed the thought of a rematch with the spunky gnome on the back burner. The last match he pictured vividly in his head was the one that had fuelled him on the road to the final. The one which haunted his dreams some nights, the one he knew he would never ever forget. The first battle with Shinigami had been Phenom's finest match to date. It had pushed each man to a new plateau of excellence, and each man had laid down a massive amount of agony on the opposition. Phenom cringed slightly as he remembered that ungodly demon in his psychotic trek through hell itself. He remembered it laughing like a raving lunatic. "You? Defeat Lord Shinigami? AAAAHAHAHA!" the devil had shouted at him, Phenom had wanted to end the life of that scum right then and there, but he knew then and he knew now that it would have been foolish to do so. Phenom opened his eyes and sat up in his suspended state with a jolt, a cold sweat had all of a sudden engulfed his entire body without warning. Phenom then went into a state of unbridled rage, swinging his Death Sentence around the void of time like a man possessed! He screamed as loud as he had ever when enduring incomprehensible pain in the esteemed and hallowed grounds of battle, and his body began developing a crimson red aura about him in his state of fury. Phenom still saw that demon cackling loudly even with his eyes open, he had indeed reached his saturation point. Phenom leapt into the void, as there is no air to be accounted for, and brought down his massive Death Sentence on the demonic illusion, sending him screaming in agony in a pool of his own dark juices, sliced literally in half down the middle, his organs spilling out from either side in a sight that would induce mass vomiting from even the man with the strongest of stomachs. Phenom had finally rid himself of the frustration and the haunting that that defeat had brought him. He now knew that he must continue his dream. The dream all warriors had. That dream of course, was the dream to be the absolute greatest. And none other than the God of Death himself, Shinigami, was blocking the path that Phenom chose. Then out of nowhere came the voice Phenom knew all too well. It belonged to Shinigami. The unexplained connection in the two warrior's minds had travelled inside time's river to reach Phenom. The massage Phenom heard was all he needed for motivation.
"Phenom... It's time..."
Upon hearing Shinigami beckon Phenom to the stage of history once again, Phenom drew his Death Sentence, and nodded in whole-hearted agreement with Shinigami's call.
"It...IS...Time..." Phenom said in no more than a raspy whisper to himself, no echo to repeat him, all that heard him was Phenom himself. The Deadman then once again drew back the massive Death Sentence and sliced down upon the void. A massive rip came, and first their was a blinding light that tortured Phenom's cornea's... then there was Rome...
Phenom awoke back in the custody of time and space, and not a moment to soon, the unwilling Roman crowd around him was becoming restless and was chanting his name. Phenom was mesmerized temporarily by the calls of the spectators, but snapped out of it as soon as the golden gates that blocked entrance to the field of battle in the centre of the Coliseum opened up, revealing destiny once more... Shinigami. Phenom trudged onto the field with blood on his mind. His Death Sentence was not the only weapon he brought to the fight, but it was all that he held for now. He raised his sword in the excruciatingly hot and bright Roman sun in acknowledgment to the crowd. And called out to the fans.
"I am sure you all know why we have come... Enjoy the show as there will never be another one like it forever more!" with that, Phenom nodded over to Shinigami, the two components for an epic battle were present, and no words were needed to display to each other what the other thought. Both knew the other all to well... The last thing Phenom noticed before sinking into the mentality of a war, was the crowds mixed chants. While some supported the God of Death, Phenom subconsciously blocked out the deafening chants for his adversary. All that he hear from then on was
PHEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOM! PHEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The End.... Is Near...
OoC: Sorry... Writers block or I could have gone on for ages...
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“Phenom…” Shinigami said as he stared at his next and final opponent in the tournament that both he and his adversary had been fighting in, trying to surpass all of their competition so that they could reach each other once again. They both knew that one would lose and one would win, yet neither one of them cared about winning or losing this tournament anymore for there was something greater on the plate, something so important to the two warriors that it must be answered for one last time. This question, however, wasn’t something that could be answered with mere words, for words were trivial to these two combatants. They both knew that the only way to answer their question would be to defeat the other in a match of wits and strength, trust that the superior warrior would win.
“It’s time we fight…yet this time…” The Death God said angrily and he then immediately closed his eyes as thick crimson blood began to seep out from the corners of his ocular glands, the crimson paint slowly and surely rolling down the hills of his cheeks until they reached his chin where the blood then fell off onto the pure stone floor below. “This time…I will have your soul. There will be nothing to stand in my way. Not even the Roman Gods could prevent our fight, it was destined. I will prove that this was the work of fate and fate alone for I will stain the walls and the stone floor of this coliseum with your crimson blood, and as your blood runs from your open wounds I shall feast as I have never feasted before. The rivers will run crimson with your blood, and this I promise, for I will bestow upon you a beating the likes of which you have never seen.” As the Lord of Death and Decay said this you could hear the emotions that lurked deep within his heart break free in a way that it seemed as though a door had been opened inside Shinigami’s heart, a door that had been once sealed, yet now it was unlocked and accessible to all those who wished to see the true horrors that lay in wait. Needless to say the eyes of every spectator in the arena were fixed on the Death lord, yet what they saw next was almost surreal, for literally right then and there the very sinew of space and time over the head of Shinigami began to crackle as static black energy began to surge through it, energy that was emitting off of the body of the God of Death. The sounds that followed the crackling noise were sounds so demonic that they pierced event he holiest of spirits, corrupting them in such a way that they couldn’t help but stare in awe at the God of the Dead. The Lord of the Dead then raised his right hand up into the air and as he did so he extended his right index finger forward at the Dead Man so that his hand took the shape of a gun.
“..and if you beat me, Phenom, you will still be weakened to a point of death. I promise this. If I do lose, so be it. It would’ve been fate that determined this, but there will be no shame, not in my heart and eyes.” Shinigami said as the crimson blood that leaked from his eyes began to increase in such a way that it resembled the human form of crying, let the Lord of the Dead could never cry, so those who watched knew that something was up, at least that’s what they thought. The Lord of Death then realized what had happened, and thus he immediately shook his head to the left and right and then he opened his crimson eyes to reveal an ember of evil that burned behind his pupils, an ember so vile and demonic that it would’ve made Satan himself cower in fear. The God of Death then smiled to himself, his cruel and unforgiving smile stretching across his face, ripping and destroying any other emotions and smiles that had previously been on his face to a degree where they mutated into something truly demonic.
“Phenom, I wonder, do you still have that scar I gave you oh so long ago? Surely you remember the scar that was so deep even Satan could feel the pain that seeped out?” The Lord of Death leered at Phenom, for he knew his opponent could recall the injury. Phenom then raised his hand up into the air where he then started to caress the long and deep scar that his adversary had once given him in their last encounter. Shinigami then continued his speech as the Dead Man caressed the deep indentation that the Dead God had given him. “Yes, I know you remember, Phenom. I also know you remember many other things.” The Lord of the Dead said as he then continued to examine his foe in a way that it made it seem as though the Dead Man was nothing more than a plump pedigree rabbit up for sale exclusively to Shinigami. The Lord of Death then lowered his right hand down to his side and he clenched his fist tightly, squeezing his fist with so much force that thick black ooze began to seep out from his skin and onto the ground below where it was absorbed and assimilated into the stone floor of the Colosseum. The God of the Dead then started to stare at Phenom in a way that a young infant child would stare at a juicy, gigantic, delicious lollipop. He then extended his tongue out of his mouth and caressed his lips with the hard exterior of his corroded tongue, revealing his long and vicious shark-like teeth to Vendetta.
“You know, Phenom, they say I’m a monster, yet I’m not.” He said with passion and with a great deal of emotion in his voice, his demeanor making him appear as sincere as an angel. “I’m just a god, that’s it. Phenom, when it’s all said and done, everything dies. Everything will die. It is part of life. It is the necessary equation by which mortals must endure. You live, you die. It is expected and it is enforced. And now, Phenom Vendetta, my adversary, no, my friend—it is time. It is time for your end, Phenom. It is time for you to accept your fate, and come with me…” It was then that the God of Death widened his smile to a point where it seemed as though it were a novelty, revealing his many viciously long shark-like teeth that lined the outer rim of his mouth, teeth so long and sharp that if Phenom’s hand made contact with them then it would surely be torn to shreds. The Lord of the Dead knew that the time for speaking with his opponent was over, and thus the true fight would now begin. Upon this realization a wide and demonic smile enveloped his face, making him seem more confident and arrogant than he was, for in reality the Death God was just as worried about the fight as his opponent was, and he didn’t want to show it for neither did Vendetta. The two warriors exchanged emotionless glares of silence for what seemed like a moment, yet in reality it was far more than that, neither one moving an inch. As this occurred both combatants took their time examining their adversary to a degree that they hoped the other hadn’t bothered, praying that their opponent would overlook their faults, assuring their victory. Yet this wasn’t so, for both competitors were excellent fighters, and they knew it, too. They knew what to look for when fighting their opponent, and they knew what to do in order to fight their adversary efficiently. Both fighters then closed their eyes, out of respect to the other warrior, and they both began to meditate to themselves as they opened their ears to everything about them. It was then that it began…
As the two warriors stood horizontally across from the other, the only thing either warrior heard was the victorious roar that came from the audience in the stands that were watching the battle that was just about to take place. The sounds of their chanting echoed off of the stone pillars of the coliseum until the silence was finally shattered when the Lord of Death’s body ripped through the air, his right fist extended forward in the direction of his opponent. As his fist and body tore through the air as though it were butter he immediately opened his deep evil crimson eyes and suddenly brought all of his attention onto his opponent. Then, when the Lord of the Dead was but only inches away from striking his adversary Phenom’s eyes opened to a point where they were wider than they had ever been before, and then the Dead Man immediately extended his left hand forward and seized the Death God’s fist that had been flying through the air. The Lord of Death’s feet the touched the ground almost in unison with Phenom catching his hand, yet he was a bit off in his landing. The two adversaries stared each other down and as they did so a thick shroud of tension began to build around the two warriors, causing them to ignore everything but each other. Silence once again endured and overcame the battlefield as the two combatants gazed into each others eyes. When the Dead Man gazed into the crimson eyes of the Dark Lord of Death he saw something so vile, so evil, and so demonic that when the realization of what it was came into his skull tears of fright almost broke free from the glands in his eyes. The evil and cruelty he saw lurking deep behind the God of Death’s eyes was nothing more than his heart.
The silence was then once again broken as the Lord of the Dead saw his chance to attack, and so he did. He immediately came forward with his left hand this time, and when it was but only two inches away from his opponent the God of the Dead suddenly brought his right foot back and then immediately eyed his adversary’s shin for a second. It would then be obvious to the spectators that he timed his next attack perfectly as Phenom’s right hand then caught Shinigami’s left, and immediately following this the Death God quickly brought the top part of his foot forward into the lower-left part of his adversary’s leg. When the top part of his foot hit, a sound so deafening echoed out from the Dead Man’s leg; the sound that followed was a sound of bone marrow cracking under what was definitely a great deal of pressure. Phenom wanted to cry out in pain as some of the bones in his lower-left leg had been cracked, yet he held his demeanor and his posture as he didn’t show a sign of crumbling or showing any weakness. He was truly a strong warrior and would prove to be difficult for the Lord of Death and Torture to break. Upon further inspection of this, the Death God knew this was true, and then a truly wicked smile of massive proportions enveloped his expressions so that they were no longer merciful, but rather brutal. The Death Lord then narrowed his eyes at his adversary as he then ripped it hands out from the trap that Phenom had placed them. He scowled at his opponent for only a second, and then both he and Phenom raised both of their right arms up into the air and grabbed each other by the throat. Shinigami quickly tightened his grip upon realization that Phenom had also seized him by his throat, and as the Death God tightened his grip the Dead Man also tightened his, yet to a point where it was far more painful than the grip Shinigami had. The Lord of Death’s scowl then quickly transformed into a deeper, more methodical and maniacal glare of hate and anger, a glare so evil in proportion that it made the Dead Man wonder if he had done the right thing. Then, as Phenom’s grip tightened, the Death Lord also tightened his, yet the density that his reached was one so strong and tight that Phenom’s air began to be cut off, causing his face to lose its pigment and turn into a light sickly blue. If one had looked at both of their arms then they would’ve noticed the veins that literally popped out from both combatants’ arms, signifying how tight of a grip each one had on the other.
Phenom’s eyes then began to flicker for a moment as things started to become hazy, his eyes shifting back into the most desolate regions of his head to a point where he didn’t know anything that was happening. This was the same for Shinigami as well, yet not to the degree that Phenom had been suffering, yet if you would’ve asked him he would have surely said he wasn’t in any type of pain. Then, when both warriors were on the brink of fainting and collapsing they both let go of their opponent realizing that neither one could hold on any longer. Both of their bodies fell from where they had been to the ground below, yet neither warrior hit the ground for they both immediately regained their demeanor and then quickly extended both of their hands ******d. Their hands hit the ground in unison, propelling both combatants up into the air above. Their bodies floated in the air for a second until their feet touched the ground, once again in unison and harmony with one another. The Death God stared at Phenom with a pleased and happy smile, and Phenom responded with a smile of his own, staring back at his opponent. They were both pleased with the other, and knew that the battle ahead would surely be interesting.
It was then that the Lord of the Dead brought his right hand behind his back and started to charge up a small crimson energy orb of death and destruction. He looked at Phenom with a quizzical expression to his face, hoping that Phenom wouldn’t realize what he was doing so that he could prepare his next assault. The Dead Man was no fool, however, and thus he watched in wait as the Death God charged up some sort of energy orb or attack of some sort, for he wasn’t exactly sure as to what he was doing, but when people place their hands behind their back it usually means something. The God of the Dead then felt the crimson energy orb form to become the same size as a GameCube, and when it did he knew that it was time for him to use the attack, or else he would lose his element of surprise that he was building up. Yet, to his dismay and misfortune the crimson energy orb was emitting a deadly red hue of light that literally penetrated all other things it was so brilliant in color. Phenom, realizing this, immediately knew what he had to do, and so he did it. The Dead Man suddenly leaned forward and stood on his toes in a stance that made it seem as though he were ready to pounce on something. Shinigami’s adversary then started to eye his opponent up and down until he knew where he should attack, and then he did. Phenom leaped through the air like a tiger would leap for its prey, his fists extended forward, and his legs propelled behind him. Shinigami watched in awe as Vendetta’s body came closer and closer, yet the Lord of the Dead didn’t move an inch for he had some sort of dastardly plan.
Finally, Phenom’s body was only two feet away from Shinigami’s when the Great God of Death came forward and grabbed Phenom who was flying through the air with his free-hand, and then he immediately twisted the Dead Man around and to the ground in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to see the crimson orb of energy that the Death God had created. Upon inspection of Phenom and making sure it was safe, he quickly threw the crimson energy orb up into the air where it immediately disappeared in the darkness above. The Death God watched in awe as he waited for the sign that the orb had completed its journey, and then after a minute of waiting his sign came, and it was in the form of a massive crimson sun that loomed above. Shinigami was pleased, yet his pleasure would soon be ceased for Phenom had broken free of his hold as he stared at the sky in awe, and he was pissed. The Dead Man didn’t see the crimson energy attack that the Death Lord had fired, yet he knew something was up, yet he wasn’t sure what it was. None of that mattered, however, for Vendetta had other things on his mind now.
Phenom immediately seized the Death God’s arm like a wild, rabid bear would grab its lunch. He then started to crush the Lord of Death’s arm as though it were nothing, tightening his grip to a point where most warriors bones would immediately snap and break, the marrow becoming so torn that it would never heal right again, yet fortunately for Shinigami, he was not one of those warriors. The Emperor of the Dead then scowled at Phenom as his grip tightened, grinding his teeth together making a sound that was so piercing it would deafen even the strongest warriors, yet Phenom remained unharmed. Phenom then brought his right fist back and began to charge up a small amount of energy into his fist, orange electrical bolts of energy swarming around his fist in such a way that it appeared as though Mr. Vendetta was a demi-god, yet he wasn’t. Finally, after about a minute of charging up some sort of attack Phenom brought his fist forward in the direction of Shinigami’s face. Hearing something coming from behind him, the Death Lord tried to break free, yet Phenom’s grip was too tight, and he couldn’t. The Death God then turned his face to the right and then his right cheek was met by the strong and overbearingly powerful fist of his adversary, a fist with so much density and weight to it that it caused the God of Death’s face to be snapped to the right, a wad of spit flying from his mouth and onto the ground below. The spit moved after it hit the ground in a way that made it seem as though it were alive, and then it disappeared and disintegrated into nothing. The Dead Man then released the Lord of Death from his iron grip with a little insane grin on his face that stretched from ear-to-ear in much of the same way that the Death God smiled. Immediately after having the ability to move his arm Shinigami placed his right hand on the spot where Phenom had punched him, and he slowly and carefully caressed the spot with much care.
“You got me good there, Phenom. You got me good there…” The Lord of the Dead said with an insane smile that resembled the same one Phenom himself had on his face, a smile so wicked it would’ve made Satan wonder what the **** happened. “But I must say…even though that hurt, it was nothing. You’re obviously holding back your true strength, as I am. You shouldn’t.” Shinigami then immediately raised his body off of the ground after saying what he had to say. He opened his fist up so that all of his fingers were extended ******d, and then he quickly grabbed Phenom’s ribs from beyond his chest. Then, the Lord of Death slowly and painfully started to squeeze his long and sharp talons into the brittle bones of Phenom’s ribcages, thick crimson blood seeping out from the open wounds that the Death God had made. The Dead Man felt this, and instead of just standing there he immediately kicked the Lord of the Dead in his groin area, yet as he remembered, the Death Lord had no groin to speak of in his monstrous form, and thus it did nothing but tickle the God of Death. Suddenly, only seconds after Phenom kicked the Death God, Shinigami released his grip on his opponent and began to back away like a wolf would back away from a large tiger. He wasn’t afraid. He wanted to do something.
“I see you have your Death Sentence,” Shinigami said kindly. “Allow me to show you my weapon as well.” The Lord of the Dead then lowered both of his hands down to his side and thick black mist began to seep out from the cracks in the stone floor below. The mist quickly enveloped the entire body of the Lord of Death in what seemed like only seconds. The black mist slowly and eerily began to move in intricate patterns until it all eventually formed two domes of mist around both of his hands. He then brought both of his hands together in such a way that it would appear as though he was praying, yet he obviously wasn’t, for a Lord of Death need not pray. He retained his position for only a minute, and then he separated both of his hands from one another, revealing a long and demonic platinum blade of death and decay so frightening that it would’ve scared any lesser-warrior to their grave. Yet, as the Death God knew, Phenom was fearless in that respect, and thus he ignored the blade that taunted him and focused all of his attention on the wielder, Shinigami. The God of the Dead placed the blade between his index and middle finger and then he slowly and carefully caressed the blade. Phenom watched in awe as the Lord of the Dead caressed the long and demonic blade of hate that symbolized the true evil that was within his heart. The hilt of the sword was very intricate in design, yet appeared to be just a normal gothic blade, a blade that appeared to have been replicated many times before. Yet, the Death God knew of the specialty of this blade. This blade was none other than the blade of the Demigorgos, the blade made to kill a god.
“You see this blade?” Shinigami asked his adversary with a cold and raspy tone that colored his voice. “It was made to kill even the strongest warriors (Shinigami knew to leave out the fact that it was made to kill gods), and with it I will kill you. The blade will be stained with your blood.” Then, after his short-winded speech, the Death Lord placed his body into his traditional fighting stance, yet this time he did something different. Instead of placing the sword in front of his body, guarding it, he had the sword pointed at the ground. Why? Phenom wouldn’t know until he came at him with an attack…
Silence then overcame the coliseum for what would be the last time for a while, for right then and there, both warriors knew it was time…
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Sorry. I actually forgot about this until this morning. Heh. Anyway, there you go.
“It’s time we fight…yet this time…” The Death God said angrily and he then immediately closed his eyes as thick crimson blood began to seep out from the corners of his ocular glands, the crimson paint slowly and surely rolling down the hills of his cheeks until they reached his chin where the blood then fell off onto the pure stone floor below. “This time…I will have your soul. There will be nothing to stand in my way. Not even the Roman Gods could prevent our fight, it was destined. I will prove that this was the work of fate and fate alone for I will stain the walls and the stone floor of this coliseum with your crimson blood, and as your blood runs from your open wounds I shall feast as I have never feasted before. The rivers will run crimson with your blood, and this I promise, for I will bestow upon you a beating the likes of which you have never seen.” As the Lord of Death and Decay said this you could hear the emotions that lurked deep within his heart break free in a way that it seemed as though a door had been opened inside Shinigami’s heart, a door that had been once sealed, yet now it was unlocked and accessible to all those who wished to see the true horrors that lay in wait. Needless to say the eyes of every spectator in the arena were fixed on the Death lord, yet what they saw next was almost surreal, for literally right then and there the very sinew of space and time over the head of Shinigami began to crackle as static black energy began to surge through it, energy that was emitting off of the body of the God of Death. The sounds that followed the crackling noise were sounds so demonic that they pierced event he holiest of spirits, corrupting them in such a way that they couldn’t help but stare in awe at the God of the Dead. The Lord of the Dead then raised his right hand up into the air and as he did so he extended his right index finger forward at the Dead Man so that his hand took the shape of a gun.
“..and if you beat me, Phenom, you will still be weakened to a point of death. I promise this. If I do lose, so be it. It would’ve been fate that determined this, but there will be no shame, not in my heart and eyes.” Shinigami said as the crimson blood that leaked from his eyes began to increase in such a way that it resembled the human form of crying, let the Lord of the Dead could never cry, so those who watched knew that something was up, at least that’s what they thought. The Lord of Death then realized what had happened, and thus he immediately shook his head to the left and right and then he opened his crimson eyes to reveal an ember of evil that burned behind his pupils, an ember so vile and demonic that it would’ve made Satan himself cower in fear. The God of Death then smiled to himself, his cruel and unforgiving smile stretching across his face, ripping and destroying any other emotions and smiles that had previously been on his face to a degree where they mutated into something truly demonic.
“Phenom, I wonder, do you still have that scar I gave you oh so long ago? Surely you remember the scar that was so deep even Satan could feel the pain that seeped out?” The Lord of Death leered at Phenom, for he knew his opponent could recall the injury. Phenom then raised his hand up into the air where he then started to caress the long and deep scar that his adversary had once given him in their last encounter. Shinigami then continued his speech as the Dead Man caressed the deep indentation that the Dead God had given him. “Yes, I know you remember, Phenom. I also know you remember many other things.” The Lord of the Dead said as he then continued to examine his foe in a way that it made it seem as though the Dead Man was nothing more than a plump pedigree rabbit up for sale exclusively to Shinigami. The Lord of Death then lowered his right hand down to his side and he clenched his fist tightly, squeezing his fist with so much force that thick black ooze began to seep out from his skin and onto the ground below where it was absorbed and assimilated into the stone floor of the Colosseum. The God of the Dead then started to stare at Phenom in a way that a young infant child would stare at a juicy, gigantic, delicious lollipop. He then extended his tongue out of his mouth and caressed his lips with the hard exterior of his corroded tongue, revealing his long and vicious shark-like teeth to Vendetta.
“You know, Phenom, they say I’m a monster, yet I’m not.” He said with passion and with a great deal of emotion in his voice, his demeanor making him appear as sincere as an angel. “I’m just a god, that’s it. Phenom, when it’s all said and done, everything dies. Everything will die. It is part of life. It is the necessary equation by which mortals must endure. You live, you die. It is expected and it is enforced. And now, Phenom Vendetta, my adversary, no, my friend—it is time. It is time for your end, Phenom. It is time for you to accept your fate, and come with me…” It was then that the God of Death widened his smile to a point where it seemed as though it were a novelty, revealing his many viciously long shark-like teeth that lined the outer rim of his mouth, teeth so long and sharp that if Phenom’s hand made contact with them then it would surely be torn to shreds. The Lord of the Dead knew that the time for speaking with his opponent was over, and thus the true fight would now begin. Upon this realization a wide and demonic smile enveloped his face, making him seem more confident and arrogant than he was, for in reality the Death God was just as worried about the fight as his opponent was, and he didn’t want to show it for neither did Vendetta. The two warriors exchanged emotionless glares of silence for what seemed like a moment, yet in reality it was far more than that, neither one moving an inch. As this occurred both combatants took their time examining their adversary to a degree that they hoped the other hadn’t bothered, praying that their opponent would overlook their faults, assuring their victory. Yet this wasn’t so, for both competitors were excellent fighters, and they knew it, too. They knew what to look for when fighting their opponent, and they knew what to do in order to fight their adversary efficiently. Both fighters then closed their eyes, out of respect to the other warrior, and they both began to meditate to themselves as they opened their ears to everything about them. It was then that it began…
As the two warriors stood horizontally across from the other, the only thing either warrior heard was the victorious roar that came from the audience in the stands that were watching the battle that was just about to take place. The sounds of their chanting echoed off of the stone pillars of the coliseum until the silence was finally shattered when the Lord of Death’s body ripped through the air, his right fist extended forward in the direction of his opponent. As his fist and body tore through the air as though it were butter he immediately opened his deep evil crimson eyes and suddenly brought all of his attention onto his opponent. Then, when the Lord of the Dead was but only inches away from striking his adversary Phenom’s eyes opened to a point where they were wider than they had ever been before, and then the Dead Man immediately extended his left hand forward and seized the Death God’s fist that had been flying through the air. The Lord of Death’s feet the touched the ground almost in unison with Phenom catching his hand, yet he was a bit off in his landing. The two adversaries stared each other down and as they did so a thick shroud of tension began to build around the two warriors, causing them to ignore everything but each other. Silence once again endured and overcame the battlefield as the two combatants gazed into each others eyes. When the Dead Man gazed into the crimson eyes of the Dark Lord of Death he saw something so vile, so evil, and so demonic that when the realization of what it was came into his skull tears of fright almost broke free from the glands in his eyes. The evil and cruelty he saw lurking deep behind the God of Death’s eyes was nothing more than his heart.
The silence was then once again broken as the Lord of the Dead saw his chance to attack, and so he did. He immediately came forward with his left hand this time, and when it was but only two inches away from his opponent the God of the Dead suddenly brought his right foot back and then immediately eyed his adversary’s shin for a second. It would then be obvious to the spectators that he timed his next attack perfectly as Phenom’s right hand then caught Shinigami’s left, and immediately following this the Death God quickly brought the top part of his foot forward into the lower-left part of his adversary’s leg. When the top part of his foot hit, a sound so deafening echoed out from the Dead Man’s leg; the sound that followed was a sound of bone marrow cracking under what was definitely a great deal of pressure. Phenom wanted to cry out in pain as some of the bones in his lower-left leg had been cracked, yet he held his demeanor and his posture as he didn’t show a sign of crumbling or showing any weakness. He was truly a strong warrior and would prove to be difficult for the Lord of Death and Torture to break. Upon further inspection of this, the Death God knew this was true, and then a truly wicked smile of massive proportions enveloped his expressions so that they were no longer merciful, but rather brutal. The Death Lord then narrowed his eyes at his adversary as he then ripped it hands out from the trap that Phenom had placed them. He scowled at his opponent for only a second, and then both he and Phenom raised both of their right arms up into the air and grabbed each other by the throat. Shinigami quickly tightened his grip upon realization that Phenom had also seized him by his throat, and as the Death God tightened his grip the Dead Man also tightened his, yet to a point where it was far more painful than the grip Shinigami had. The Lord of Death’s scowl then quickly transformed into a deeper, more methodical and maniacal glare of hate and anger, a glare so evil in proportion that it made the Dead Man wonder if he had done the right thing. Then, as Phenom’s grip tightened, the Death Lord also tightened his, yet the density that his reached was one so strong and tight that Phenom’s air began to be cut off, causing his face to lose its pigment and turn into a light sickly blue. If one had looked at both of their arms then they would’ve noticed the veins that literally popped out from both combatants’ arms, signifying how tight of a grip each one had on the other.
Phenom’s eyes then began to flicker for a moment as things started to become hazy, his eyes shifting back into the most desolate regions of his head to a point where he didn’t know anything that was happening. This was the same for Shinigami as well, yet not to the degree that Phenom had been suffering, yet if you would’ve asked him he would have surely said he wasn’t in any type of pain. Then, when both warriors were on the brink of fainting and collapsing they both let go of their opponent realizing that neither one could hold on any longer. Both of their bodies fell from where they had been to the ground below, yet neither warrior hit the ground for they both immediately regained their demeanor and then quickly extended both of their hands ******d. Their hands hit the ground in unison, propelling both combatants up into the air above. Their bodies floated in the air for a second until their feet touched the ground, once again in unison and harmony with one another. The Death God stared at Phenom with a pleased and happy smile, and Phenom responded with a smile of his own, staring back at his opponent. They were both pleased with the other, and knew that the battle ahead would surely be interesting.
It was then that the Lord of the Dead brought his right hand behind his back and started to charge up a small crimson energy orb of death and destruction. He looked at Phenom with a quizzical expression to his face, hoping that Phenom wouldn’t realize what he was doing so that he could prepare his next assault. The Dead Man was no fool, however, and thus he watched in wait as the Death God charged up some sort of energy orb or attack of some sort, for he wasn’t exactly sure as to what he was doing, but when people place their hands behind their back it usually means something. The God of the Dead then felt the crimson energy orb form to become the same size as a GameCube, and when it did he knew that it was time for him to use the attack, or else he would lose his element of surprise that he was building up. Yet, to his dismay and misfortune the crimson energy orb was emitting a deadly red hue of light that literally penetrated all other things it was so brilliant in color. Phenom, realizing this, immediately knew what he had to do, and so he did it. The Dead Man suddenly leaned forward and stood on his toes in a stance that made it seem as though he were ready to pounce on something. Shinigami’s adversary then started to eye his opponent up and down until he knew where he should attack, and then he did. Phenom leaped through the air like a tiger would leap for its prey, his fists extended forward, and his legs propelled behind him. Shinigami watched in awe as Vendetta’s body came closer and closer, yet the Lord of the Dead didn’t move an inch for he had some sort of dastardly plan.
Finally, Phenom’s body was only two feet away from Shinigami’s when the Great God of Death came forward and grabbed Phenom who was flying through the air with his free-hand, and then he immediately twisted the Dead Man around and to the ground in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to see the crimson orb of energy that the Death God had created. Upon inspection of Phenom and making sure it was safe, he quickly threw the crimson energy orb up into the air where it immediately disappeared in the darkness above. The Death God watched in awe as he waited for the sign that the orb had completed its journey, and then after a minute of waiting his sign came, and it was in the form of a massive crimson sun that loomed above. Shinigami was pleased, yet his pleasure would soon be ceased for Phenom had broken free of his hold as he stared at the sky in awe, and he was pissed. The Dead Man didn’t see the crimson energy attack that the Death Lord had fired, yet he knew something was up, yet he wasn’t sure what it was. None of that mattered, however, for Vendetta had other things on his mind now.
Phenom immediately seized the Death God’s arm like a wild, rabid bear would grab its lunch. He then started to crush the Lord of Death’s arm as though it were nothing, tightening his grip to a point where most warriors bones would immediately snap and break, the marrow becoming so torn that it would never heal right again, yet fortunately for Shinigami, he was not one of those warriors. The Emperor of the Dead then scowled at Phenom as his grip tightened, grinding his teeth together making a sound that was so piercing it would deafen even the strongest warriors, yet Phenom remained unharmed. Phenom then brought his right fist back and began to charge up a small amount of energy into his fist, orange electrical bolts of energy swarming around his fist in such a way that it appeared as though Mr. Vendetta was a demi-god, yet he wasn’t. Finally, after about a minute of charging up some sort of attack Phenom brought his fist forward in the direction of Shinigami’s face. Hearing something coming from behind him, the Death Lord tried to break free, yet Phenom’s grip was too tight, and he couldn’t. The Death God then turned his face to the right and then his right cheek was met by the strong and overbearingly powerful fist of his adversary, a fist with so much density and weight to it that it caused the God of Death’s face to be snapped to the right, a wad of spit flying from his mouth and onto the ground below. The spit moved after it hit the ground in a way that made it seem as though it were alive, and then it disappeared and disintegrated into nothing. The Dead Man then released the Lord of Death from his iron grip with a little insane grin on his face that stretched from ear-to-ear in much of the same way that the Death God smiled. Immediately after having the ability to move his arm Shinigami placed his right hand on the spot where Phenom had punched him, and he slowly and carefully caressed the spot with much care.
“You got me good there, Phenom. You got me good there…” The Lord of the Dead said with an insane smile that resembled the same one Phenom himself had on his face, a smile so wicked it would’ve made Satan wonder what the **** happened. “But I must say…even though that hurt, it was nothing. You’re obviously holding back your true strength, as I am. You shouldn’t.” Shinigami then immediately raised his body off of the ground after saying what he had to say. He opened his fist up so that all of his fingers were extended ******d, and then he quickly grabbed Phenom’s ribs from beyond his chest. Then, the Lord of Death slowly and painfully started to squeeze his long and sharp talons into the brittle bones of Phenom’s ribcages, thick crimson blood seeping out from the open wounds that the Death God had made. The Dead Man felt this, and instead of just standing there he immediately kicked the Lord of the Dead in his groin area, yet as he remembered, the Death Lord had no groin to speak of in his monstrous form, and thus it did nothing but tickle the God of Death. Suddenly, only seconds after Phenom kicked the Death God, Shinigami released his grip on his opponent and began to back away like a wolf would back away from a large tiger. He wasn’t afraid. He wanted to do something.
“I see you have your Death Sentence,” Shinigami said kindly. “Allow me to show you my weapon as well.” The Lord of the Dead then lowered both of his hands down to his side and thick black mist began to seep out from the cracks in the stone floor below. The mist quickly enveloped the entire body of the Lord of Death in what seemed like only seconds. The black mist slowly and eerily began to move in intricate patterns until it all eventually formed two domes of mist around both of his hands. He then brought both of his hands together in such a way that it would appear as though he was praying, yet he obviously wasn’t, for a Lord of Death need not pray. He retained his position for only a minute, and then he separated both of his hands from one another, revealing a long and demonic platinum blade of death and decay so frightening that it would’ve scared any lesser-warrior to their grave. Yet, as the Death God knew, Phenom was fearless in that respect, and thus he ignored the blade that taunted him and focused all of his attention on the wielder, Shinigami. The God of the Dead placed the blade between his index and middle finger and then he slowly and carefully caressed the blade. Phenom watched in awe as the Lord of the Dead caressed the long and demonic blade of hate that symbolized the true evil that was within his heart. The hilt of the sword was very intricate in design, yet appeared to be just a normal gothic blade, a blade that appeared to have been replicated many times before. Yet, the Death God knew of the specialty of this blade. This blade was none other than the blade of the Demigorgos, the blade made to kill a god.
“You see this blade?” Shinigami asked his adversary with a cold and raspy tone that colored his voice. “It was made to kill even the strongest warriors (Shinigami knew to leave out the fact that it was made to kill gods), and with it I will kill you. The blade will be stained with your blood.” Then, after his short-winded speech, the Death Lord placed his body into his traditional fighting stance, yet this time he did something different. Instead of placing the sword in front of his body, guarding it, he had the sword pointed at the ground. Why? Phenom wouldn’t know until he came at him with an attack…
Silence then overcame the coliseum for what would be the last time for a while, for right then and there, both warriors knew it was time…
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Sorry. I actually forgot about this until this morning. Heh. Anyway, there you go.