Fight:Ciya v Nemisis, a Swampy Situation

Gualon Swamp

Ciya 's brilliant emerald hues burn brightly from behind his demonic face mask. The man wastes absolutely no time in setting forthi his malicious attack towards his oppent, his friend Nemisis. The insane pyromancer throws all caution to the wind, and in reckless abandonment begins closing the gap between himself and Nemisis quickly such as a lithe jugle cat would pounce upon its prey. The maniacal man utters a brief spell and instantly his clawed gauntlets at his side burst to life violently in brilliant raging fashion as the bluish tipped flames roar... As the gap closes the wicked man reaches back with both hands and yellling out in a primal scream, Ciya throws his arms out in front of him and screaming still launches two perfectly formed balls of fire. As they trail like a comet streaking through space towards their intended target the druid taught man continues trailing behind them and swiftly lashes out with a fatalistic fury, thrusting himself at Nemisis, thrashing the air hoping that his claws land and that his fire balls may have hit their mark.

Nemisis stands there quietly staring at Ciya with a studious intent. Meticulously he digests each and every notion and slight motions he make. Barely blinking, only when his eyes can’t take the dryness, he remains perfectly still except for the occasional scratch to the side of his head. Intelligence rarely liked to waste moves and energy, taking only the necessary steps for pure efficiency. As Ciya began to make his move, a grin appeared across his lips as he once again scratched his head. As the two masses of flame were hurled in his direction after duely noting the exposed claws, he still waited for the opportune moment. With each quaking step his opponent took, a calculator countermeasure was being formed from a series of cerebal equations. Finally it was time to take action as the fire drew near. With a quickdraw speed, he dropped extremely low to the point he could almost inhale the dust. Toes curled, he pushed off and met his slashing from with a few blades of his own. Using an upward momentum, it would look as if he were using his barehands to parry the blades, but if one looked closer, you could see the glimmer of his diamond scapels. Just before the blades should meet, an inward step and boost of strength would be given in attempt to knock the druid back only to aim five glowing fingertips packed with chaotic beams intending of peircing his opponent.

Ciya intently follows with his stone cold gaze as Nemisis makes his deft movements but unabled to react due to his human nature is helpless to react quickly enough. As the form before him parrys and rears up to strike Ciya is taken aback and the five chaoticly glowing fingertips find their mark and shread effortlessly through the man's enchanted armor...Ciya screams out in pain as the chaotic engergies begin to flow through him and not destroy him as Nemisis may have been hoping... Falling down to his knee a wicked, noticeable grin forms from behind the druids mask. Staying upon one knee the form of Ciya writhes and shutters in pain and even a tramsormation of sorts. It would seem the chaotic energies flowing through the tips of Nemisis's fingers inadvertantly triggered a change within Ciya, and rising from one knee like a sith lord obeyin the darkness the man stands. emerald hues now pitch the wickedness flowing the mancer rushes Nemisis with firery claws, swiping and swinging aiming at vital locations on the man before him.

Nemisis smiles briefly as his shots make catch their mark as Ciya steps back. Taking one step back, the stands sideways as he faces his opponent who already seems to be on one knee. However, instead of following up with another attack as normal battle tactics would recommend at this point, he didn’t. Based on previous memories and data collected about the man before him, he knew Ciya wouldn’t go down that easy. There was another side to this coin yet to be seen, maybe thirteen sides as memories recalled. As the shutter began the demi narrows his eyes and even tilts his head staring. The transformation caught Intelligence interest as he continued to look while scratching the side of his head with the blunt part of his scapels. Unfortunately, his quirk somewhat disarmed him, failing to weigh the possibilities of what can occur within the next few moments as he dwelled into a see of questions and hypothesis of what to come. The rush only allowed the one hand facing his opponent to parry off the first fiery swipe before succumbing to the combo, only finding space to cross his arms in defense as the claws vicious tore away at his skin and lab coat, staining it with blood. A frown was given as well as a series of grunts of pain. With clench teeth he devised his next countermeasure. The draconian loosed his footing and curling backwards, rolling only to uncurl onto one knee as Ciya made his way back to point blank range. An extended hand released a spark of chaotic currents into the atompshere with a quick red flicker. Instantly the ground would tremble and the space infront of him would lunge forward in an invisible blast, powerful enough to knockout a full grown dragon if close enough.

Ciya swiping and swinging the seemingly insane man set upon the path of madness does not seem aware as the brlliant red flash of the chaotic sort shoots through the terra firma and air. As the mad man just catches the hint of danger it is far to late and all the power of the shock wave bounce off of Ciya harshly sending him skyward and outward at a weird, unsurvivable angle as the man lands with a sick thud when his neck contorts at an unnatural angle. Moments pass and the derranged pyromancer does not move at all, no signs of life...Then the hands twitch as so does his neck. Taking his hands to his cranium he cracks his neck back into a more natural pose, and once more the fiend rises to his feet. Growing further intolerable of being nearly broken once more he rushes. His rage fueling a nearly vampiric performance in agility. As the gap closes once more Ciya's unnatural speed and agility are ratcheted up to near blurring quickness. The only sign that the pyromancer is moving towards Nemisis is the trails of flames emminating from his gauntlets as he sets out to unleash a devistating flurry of slashing arcs, aimin to rip Nemisis to pieces.

Nemisis watches as his attack his Ciya point blank and sends him flying. Coincidentally the recoil from his spacial attack sends him flying in the other direction, tumbling actually. Once again rolling, he unfortunately doesn’t stop until he lands in the sickening water of the swamp. Open wounds begin to sting as all sorts of bacteria seeps into them, causing him to grit his teeth and breath heavily. The man was officially a mess as he took slow steps to walk himself out of the water and mud. Once back on dry land, the scientist looked towards his wounds, focusing the chaotic energy within him to crystalize over them with a thin later. He would have to disinfect and sow himself up after the battle was over with. It would not be long after he began to focus himself back on Ciya that he stood back up and was charging for him once more. Shaking his head, he said, “He doesn’t learn does he….?” Already wet, smelly, wounded and his hair is messed up, the demi was not in the best of moods. A crimson aura would begin to seep from his form and his lab coat would flutter slowly as Ciya closed the range once more; he was going to make this one hurt extensively. Once in the proper range, the man dropped to his knees and placed both palms on the floor. A rush of chaotic energy would pour into the ground under and past his opponent in a display of brillance. Looking at the druid with glowing eyes and a grin, sharp boulder sized crystals would emerge from the ground rapidly growing towards the man in attempt to skewer him. However, Intelligence was more strategical than that. The crystals would curve upward and also fan outward as a shield to protect the draconian from an aerial attack should Ciya decide to jump and attempt to provide difficulty should he try to side step the the oncoming edges.

Ciya roars as the massive crystals break through the ground sending a shiver through the earth as they move towards him speedily. Shooting up in such a violent manner sends the man into flight mode. Dashing and dodging and not thinking his actions through, Ciya leaps and just as he does is met with a sharp pain as he smashes into the crystaline wall. Falling some distance to the ground he come to with stars floating about his head only to be met with sharp points peircing his abdomen. Now bleeding out through the wound The pyromancer slowly comes to his feet. As the crimson liquid flows the man kneels down to touch it. "We are versed within blood magicks." The voices blurt out. In one last ditch effort to end this fight the menacing spell is spoken and carried upon the air...As minutes pass, like the calm before a storm the blood begins to boil violenty and as it does spews dropplets all about and they sizzle as they hit the ground. Then bursting into violent life are pillars of fire streaking towards the heavens far above the combatants The thin pillars born from the blood droplets form over head into one massive hovering, gelatinous mass. Burgeoning to massive proportions it collases upon itseelf and as it does volumes of molten lava rain down upon Nemisis and Ciya. Either way Ciya is near death and falls out cold..

Nemisis watches as Ciya most definitely charges straight into the oncoming attack only to be flanked by his defensive strategy. The man wondered exactly how long he was going to try the same form attack. He spoke too soon once he heard his voice. The man was honestly grinning again as the druid’s last ditch effort bursted to life from his blood. Fire normally doesn’t effect the draconian, however this was lava. There was an earth quality to it. As the liquid flame rose above his head, he prepared the second part to his move. The crystals were already semi protecting him. Focusing the chaotic energy within them yet again, he changed its harden form to one of a more fluid nature. A sea of light would shine through the shards as they melted and curled back around its beckoner, swirling and hardening once more into a thick red globe that protected the man as the lava fell around him. The man could handle the heat and he simply rose up out of it while within his protective shell into the air. Only when he knew he was safe did he uncurl the globe in the same tactics and flattened it out into a floating platform as he watch Ciya pass out, “We guess that’s it.”