Duel:Nemisis v Vaidhe

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Duelists:  Nemisis vs Vaidhe.
Stakes: Unstated.
Judges: Gorzhageigk, Quinmyutiotu, unstated.




Kelay Way

Vaidhe stands on the dirt of Kelay Way facing his opponent, having let his large and well-muscled frame adopt a relaxed stance before the bout begins. He extends both work-roughened hands, palms facing outward, toward Nemisis as if to offer some form of silent hope of good luck, then closes his eyes. The man is not at all what he seems; few things in this world are. Vaidhe is, in fact, a gold dragon in humanoid guise...for now, and as his eyes slide shut his mind expands, seeking interaction with the very lifeblood of the world, the infinitessimal particles which make up nearly everything in existence in this realm. Over the centuries, Vaidhe has come to realize the nature of this invisible matter and, better still, how to enact his will upon it, and thus he goes to work, giving no indication of his machinations save those closed eyes. Particles all around Nemisis's form, from the ground upon which he stands to the very air blanketing his body, begin to move faster and faster, rapidly accelerating until they form a veritable cocoon in which Nemisis might well be cooked should he not find a way to extricate himself. This heat is not fire but friction, the collision of particle against particle, the enactment of which will cause low-grade but rapidly mounting discomfort, followed in short order by searing pain as everything from the dust in the air he breathes to the very clothing he wears will grow too hot to deal with. Flameless but voracious, Vaidhe's arcane summonation is completed as he brings his hands together with a sharp declamatory clap, tying the effect to Nemisis's person so that he cannot simply slip free of the snare. Vaidhe now stands calmly, expending only a little effort in the maintenance of his onslaught, waiting to pounce upon the first counter-move his adversary may make.


Nemisis stood there quietly tilting his next side to side to release any stiffens. His hands still seemed to have remained in his pockets at the moment. As he proceeds to shuffle his shoulder and hop on each foot a few times, he watches Vaidhe stand quietly and take position, closing his eyes. A stolid stare would be given toward the man only briefly, expecting him to charge at him, but it never occurred. As time passes and the spell starts to form, the demi becomes impatient and charges forward with a simply “tch…” as an expression of his irritation. As he leaves dust in his wake, he begins to feel funny before he makes it to his opponent, halting in a stumble and even beginning to choke. The man felt as if he’s sniffed spicy food. This disruption of his air supply seemed to mettle with his entire body as the friction of the particles increase. Looking towards the dragon once more, he grinned ever so slightly before removing his hands only to realize he has so much moving space. By now he began to understand what was going on. That infamous chaotic aura began to seem out of his form in small balls of light before they exploded into a static like electricity about his form. Those very same particles around him, the draconian would attempt to dislodge them from his opponents hold by embuing them with the chaotic energy and evidently crystallizing everything around him. A small rumble would be felt before giant shards of crystal rose from the ground as his energy spread out. Without a second thought, he drew forth his katana and swung, using it as a medium and sending a wave of chaotic energy towards Vaidhe, leaving only crimson crystals in its wake. However he was not done. Nemisis took off once more, banking towards the dragons side to catch him in a cross cut with his blade. His body would be seen zig zagging on either side of the crystalline attack until he made his way towards the left.


Vaidhe is at once on high alert as he senses Nemisis's counterstroke. As the impetus of his own attack falters, the man-shaped gold dragon, sensing that subtlety will get him nowhere further in this fight, throws back his head, leaps into the air a surprising distance for one so large, and issues a terrific roar. In this fashion he avoids being inadvertently skewered by the crystalline spikes below, and manages his transformation as quickly as he can, knowing that he is something of a sitting duck whilst it is taking place. The chaotic wave strikes Vaidhe fairly squarely and propels him backward, but deals perhaps less damage to his dragon form than might otherwise have been done to him in two-legged guise. A short space of seconds later, Vaidhe is crouched on the ground, well-placed to counter Nemisis's katana attack with a wicked beating of his wings, a countermeasure which will serve not only to hopefully deflect the sword but which also blows up a tight cloud of dust around both battlers. Digging his formidable claws into the loose-packed dirt beneath them and bunching his muscles, Vaidhe bounds skyward, but does not fly far away; indeed, he gains only enough elevation to clear the low-slung buildings on either side of the thoroughfare, whereafter he begins a deadly spin. Canted at an angle and with jaws held wide, the gold dragon's tight circles are aimed in such a way as to hopefully pummel his opponent with feet and claws from above. As if to add insult to injury, Vaidhe's maw disgorges a blanket of flame, a steady swirling column of only modest intensity meant to harry his enemy even further. Vaidhe is hoping to catch Nemisis with a clean swipe of tail or claw, or to incapacitate him amid the burning dust and licking flames, so as to pounce atop him and be done with the bout; thrumming and straining, the muscles of his body are obviously suffering the after-effects of the demi's chaotic attack, and will probably not hold out near as long as the dragon would like. Neck and tail arched, feet splayed, Vaidhe continues his deadly circuit.


Nemisis facial expression does not falter when Vaidhe transforms into a dragon. He was honestly not surprised and prepared himself from impact as his blade clanked against the wing and sent him spinning backwards only to land on his knee while whipping his blade back into its sheath. As the gold dragon took into the air with a cloud of dust, he only shields his eyes but does not attempt to clear the vision so soon. Honor was a bit different from the rest of his personas. He felt the aura of things around him to a certain extent. The aura goes by different names to different people. Some call it chi, haki, etc. In the end it was basically life energy, which he was tracking Vaidhe at the moment with. As his opponent began his next attack, it was safe to say, he could also hear and see the shadow that covered his body just before the wave of fire engulfed him. This only further helped the man hide his position. Beside the random debris that hit him within the wave, he was perfectly fine. His skin were like scales and protected him from fire. Waiting for the opportune moment, Nemisis braced himself and took aim with both hands as Vaidhe drew closer. His body would phase briefly and send into the floor along with a slow rumble and thud as he took the recoil of his next attack. Releasing chaotic energy into the air, he shifted the very space forward and sent it hurling towards Vaidhe with the strength of a freight train. With both hands it covered a wide range, being clearly outline by the flames and debris that were carried by this invisible force. This gave the dragon much to chew on.


Vaidhe :: The spin in which Vaidhe is currently engaged is a dual-purpose ploy. On the one hand, it keeps him mobile and allows for a good chance at hitting his target, but for another, his mighty momentum constantly bent on this circuitous shape facilitates precisely the evasion he requires. It is Vaidhe's tail which strikes Nemisis in mid-whirl, igniting the demi's retaliatory wave of chaotic force, but as soon as he feels the jarring impact, the dragon tucks his head, snaps his jaws shut and hurls himself into a right wing-over. He lands heavily on his side, one wing folding awkwardly beneath him since his proximity to the ground does not allow him to roll cleanly, and immediately hooks both left foreleg and rear leg outward in Nemisis's direction even as the freight-train-like distortion rips by overhead. Vaidhe shudders in pain and snarls through clenched teeth as the bones of his right wing cry out at the strain put on them by his massive weight, but he knows that he will only have to remain in this compromised position for a moment. As fast as he can manage, the dragon uses both feet to attempt to yank Nemisis close to his tucked head, then pistons his neck forward and opens his jaws, meaning to deliver a fatal bite at near point-blank range. It is his hope that Nemisis will be at too close a range to dodge effectively and, pinned by one foot or the other, will suffer massive damage; being impaled on dragon's teeth bent on destruction is a horrible way to die. Whether successful or not, the great dragon will thereafter lever himself into a hunched position, wounded but still ready for melee, one wing bent and temporarily useless while his body seethes with righteous fury ready to be released.


Nemisis was actually shocked when Vaidhe dodged his attack. In his life, its rare to see something that big dodge an attack as sneaky as his. Though a good chunk of the dust cloud was gone, the draconian still couldn’t see his sides too well. Even though he knew where the dragon was, he didn’t know what he was doing. Just as he decided to take flight, a large foot bursted through and sent him flailing in the another direction. Hurling like a ball, he collides with a tree, his back taking the full brunt of the wood, knocking it down. A large groan would be heard as one hand holds his back and the other one towards his head. That foot was heavy and he never hurt this much since he was hit by a giant. Vision hazy at this point, he would never knew that if he managed to dodge that kick, a worst situation may have met him. Crawling over the stump that was left from the collateral damage, he sets his eyes on Vaidhe once more as he smiled. Honor was having fun. He adored a good battle, but like all of them, it needed an end. Focusing his chaotic energy that was almost depeleted from his double barrel spacial shot, he began to command the crystalline shards that riddled the battlefield. Ranging from giant to small, he hurdled him towards the sitting dragon from every direction. Sharp edges ready to pierce his scales. However this was done with one hand. It wasn’t like him to take a page out of another persona’s book but he did this time. Using the other, he kept one shard began and poured almost all his energy into it. Until it began unstable, hurling it at the dragon. If Vaidhe didn’t know exactly how explosive unstable chaotic energy could be, he was about to find out.


Vaidhe hunches his mighty shoulders and curls his feet beneath him, making of himself a compact and well-armoured target as Nemisis begins to spew chaotic shards in his direction. Most of these seem to bounce harmlessly off Vaidhe's armoured hide, though twitches and tremors throughout the dragon's body tell a slightly different story. Unfettered by a need to move quickly, Vaidhe once more opens his mind and quickly fashions a means by which to allay his foe's fuselade. He erects around himself, with considerable effort, a field of semi-stasis where air seems as thick as molasses, thus effectively slowing most of the projectiles to a point where they are rendered harmless and fall away before doing damage. As for the final shard, which the gold dragon senses to be different from the others, Vaidhe simply deals with by blowing his veritable bubble outward, popping it in such a way as to fling it away as it explodes, far away into the night sky if his fortune is good. The gold dragon has no desire to harm an innocent. Shaking from the effort, Vaidhe hauls himself to his feet, straightens his spine, ruffles his wings and shakes his huge head wearily, evidently drained by the fight but far from slain or even fully overcome. He bends his neck in an odd parody of a bow to Nemisis, stamping his feet to get the feeling fully back into his legs. That done, Vaidhe stands still, awaiting whatever happens next.



Winner:Vaidhe