Duel:Desparrow v Mihael

Desparrow entered the arena in a semi-transformed state consisting of an elongated body and features such as arms, legs and snout yet he remained partially elven in appearance, usually when he took on the full beastly characteristics of his curse he was less in control of all his powers. Immediately upon viewing his opponent he broke out into a sprint towards the nearest pillar while shattering the seals on his mana which sent excess ether flowing out of his body in waves from his pores as a fine mist. Spectral claws overlayed his own and with them he was able to easily and without self-harm grasp the column and rapidly climb to the top where he stood looking down at Mihael with a twisted lupine grin on his features. Raising his right hand ribbons of said ether flowed to congeal into what appeared to be a spear of light, exercising his ability to control magic at a raw form and shape it so long as he had a clear image in his head of what he wanted. The hair on the lycan's body began to stand on end as static built up around his form before in a flash the spear burst into life as a bolt of lightning though through further incantation ignited with bolts of fire spiraling along the shaft though he wasn't done yet, feeding his spell even further until it had swelled to the point he could hardly keep it in his grasp and with a carnal howl he twisted back before throwing the spear at the ground near Mihael's feet where it would strike and let loose its combined elemental magics. Seismic energy released into the ground to cause a growing quake that shattered the surface making it jagged and forcing small rocky debris to explode upwards moments before the explosion of lightning and fire erupted from beneath in a dome that incinerated the corpses already littering the arena and extending outwards thirty meters before the energy exhausted itself leaving the large area in embers.

Mihael entered the arena puffin on his piper as per usual, the ancient lycan walked casually as the chains binding him dragged behind. The man was literally on fire as a smoke flame aura surrounded his body, the smoke only added to the flames encompassing the hermit. He tilts his head viewing his surroundings, memories of past battles come to mind and a grin forms upon the ink blots mask he always wears. His crimson orbs find Desparrow partially transformed climbing and then harnessing the elements before sending a spear at him. Muscles contract and expand as he leaps back, the shapeshifting pipe extends to form a round shield covering his body, while a single rod extends into the ground and another in the air. The electricity would strike the metal redirecting into the earth. Flames burst from the man's body as he smiles and the pipe shifts into a staff with a scythe at each end. He uses it to prop himself up and escape the crumbling earth. As it shrinks Desparrow's flames leap for the hermit, which wouldn't do much since he is already aflame. Instead he extends his own flames mixing the two and redirects it at his foe. The pipe changes into a staff amd he swings the weapon quickly send blasts of wind capable of cutting through the pillars and walls of the arena like butter. They fly in an X pattern at the other lycan. As they make contact with the flames, they triple in size from the oxygen mixing with the fire. The heat emitted is capable of melting steel. A puff is taken as the pipe returns to its former state.

Desparrow watches his opponent react and was already on the move, preparing another spell but before it could be unleashed Mihael's own attack had to be dealt with. As his pillar got cut down he had already leapt to the next using magic to enhance his already supernatural physical ability though it was not enough for he could not outrun the blades of wind before they caught up with the fire and in turn he erected a wall of force magic, a direct barrier between himself and the attack though even this proved not to be enough when the flames gorged to the point they swelled over the edges of his shield allowing fiery tongues to lick at his flesh and fur creating minor burns and singing the hair of his face, shoulders and legs while also the force of such a blast forced him off balance and careening towards the jagged earth. Redirecting his shield he managed to land on it, burned and snarling. Raising his hands four digits on each was glowing bright red a split second before he released eight lances of blue plasma which in the form of ribbons danced through the air towards his opponent and to show off what they were capable of they were directed towards other debris only to reduce it to smoldering shreds, cutting through stone like it was air, unhalted by any manner of defense and so they went as a spear towards Mihael, curling around eachother until within range they separated into their individual lances which then targeted key crippling points on the body; elbows, knees, shoulders and then the last two for the heart and to wrap aroudn the neck for a beheading.

Mihael quickly rolls back reaching to his side, he draws forth several darts laces with a neurotoxin that renders paralysis. However Desparrow's attack forces the old lycan to use them, sending forth dart after dart, they are each obliterated as they cancel out the attacks from a distance. The blast impacts sends the hermit sliding backwards, heels digging into the dirt. A massive smoke cloud is let loose from his lips as he wrapped the chains around the smoke. The chains begin to glow and soon vanish with the smoke. Mihael leaps forward, the pipe shifting into dual swords. Closing the distance he swings with the left for his adversary's shoulder to his waist. The right arm swings to cut out his legs from under him. Meanwhile the smoke solidifies and The Other manifests himself. A separate entity from Mihael, the split souls form the creature. With blinding speed claws extend and the beast, in lycan form, positions itself behind Desparrow. The Other strikes out with a right from Desparrows left aimed for his throat, ducks and a left from below in an attempt to shred the right thigh. A kick aims for the lower spine.

Desparrow growled with the realization that his attack failed again, his opponent was older and had more experience but this was furthering his anger though knowing this he had to release that anger before it clouded his judgement and in place of hit he tapped into the dark power of corruption placed in him at birth and unlocked by the psychics that delved into his mind where he had been split on a mental level due to the insanity-causing meteor that landed in cenril some time ago. A cool resolve spread over him as he filled with a calmness that was reserved for the periods when he had every intent of absolutely killing his opponent. Magic surged back into his body making him bulge to the point the flesh was taut over his muscles making it look like he could literally burst at any moment and inside his body he began a transformation of himself on a cellular level into something else which was noted when the blade of his opponent struck and caused a large gash that leaked blood through until it hit his thigh which had become liquid and every strike from either opponent then on was like attempting to injure a pool of water, his form undulating to the pressure. In this mercurial state he moved through both of them to rejoin and solidify a good distance away as himself, still bleeding and with new superficial wounds to accomodate for each blow upon his apparently invincible form. Each blow had managed to exhaust him mentally and this was seen as rivulets of blood coming from his nose. Conjuring up his dark powers he drew on the ambient magic released already and joined it with his own as a series of large spheres that floated about his form, each one taking on the appearance of another element. One by one at his direction they were launched as meteors towards Mihael; lightning, stone, razer winds, ice and necrotic acid firing and exploding as small domes that would in their clashing conflux send flesh, bone and soul from the physical plane.

Mihael lets loose a wall of fire as he spins around shooting it forth from his palms. The flames that cover his body leap out and add the the wall super heating it and making grow significantly. From behind the barrier the hermit hurls more of his darts at his foe, even a scratch would allow the toxin the opportunity to work its magic. Twenty darts fly out for Desparrow, trails of smoke cling to them as they emerge through the fire. Mihael uses the smoke tendrils like puppet strings and directs them about in a seemingly random pattern. Each aiming for the limbs and torso of the young lycan. The Other however grabs the bow off Mihael's back as he spins and notches a singe arrow. As his golden orbs lock on Desparrow the bolt flies through the air. It then bursts open and hundreds of smaller arrows fly out in a wall, these begin to explode as they come in contact with his enemy's elemental attacks. Now the creature having been trained by an elemental pulls back on the ancient bow, the string begins to glow as it manifests lightening, flames, wind, ice, and stone around the sinew. Upon release An arrow formed from each raw element is let loose for his adversary. As they draw near, about ten feet, they each burst as well and send smaller concentrated forms out like rain upon Desparrow. Mihael having finished throwing the darts, runs forward unafraid of the attacks coming from his duplicate. In each hand extends a massive scythe twenty feet long with a blade fifteen feet long. He swings each one in a scissor move in an attempt to slice the young one in half. In doing so a blast of wind is sent forth as well, as before they are capable of cutting through the arena like butter. Not quite satisfied a cloud of smoke is sent forth which explodes into a massive fire ball encompassing the arena and sucking oxygen from the area. The hermit having trained to keep his heart rate slow and to limit the amount of oxygen used to breathe merely grins.

Desparrow was exhausted, the hemorrhaging in his head creating a migraine but this was nothing he hadn't suffered before, he would heal from the damage he had caused himself by exerting his will so swiftly. The once superficial wounds opened and leaked blood, as real as if he had been struck by the attacks beforehand but as he raised his head to see the oncoming wave he knew he had to do something and he wasn't out of the fight yet. Left eye ignited into a violet blaze as he took on a state of mind that gave him precision control over his power and grasping the mist around him of ethere a portion was sent first into the ground and the rest began to concentrate itself into an amorphous blob. First as he stomped his foot and let out silent command a wall of stone erected directly in front of him and he leapt backwards, the wall blocking the darts and arrows before exploding sending shards of stone to lay several cuts upon Des form, while his leap allowed him to narrowly avoid the scythes coming his way. Lastly the blob expanded to engulf his form in a sealed force barrier when flames washed over him, the fire not able to reach his flesh but the intense heat able to cause minor burning through the bubble and leaving him with difficulty breathing with the lack of oxygen in the air.