The Descent - Round 3 - Rainbow Memories

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Description: RAINBOW MEMORIES: Duo Lon vs Lord Mordread

Two rounds ago, Iori was eliminated by Kain. It was a short and brutal fight in an ancient tomb. His next fight had him face the incredibly strong Kongou in a brutal combat under an arena. That fight he won.

Then he decides to walk away. He had more pressing concerns. A Hot Springs, the rumors of Orochi. As a very angry bearer of a Sacred Treasure, Iori could not just ignore these things. He left, started walking. Gave up on this tournament. Yet, here he is. He does not look thrilled to be here, but then again, he never does. He is always sour, always angry.

Currently, Iori is sitting on the ground, ignoring the howling of the unquiet dead. Somehow, he has found a cat. The creature is small and black and is sitting in the young man's lap. Despite his intense look of displeasure, his touch is gentle and kind to the small creature.

Did this cemetery have a chapel? If it did, certainly it would have been nothing ostentatious, merely a humble little miniature church for those who might have been grieving. So, the next time Iori looked up from the witch's familiar(if one believed in that sort of thing), he might or might not be surprised by the massive building that stands proudly against the night sky, with tall stained glass windows and a precession of nearly hundreds. Except, there was about them.

The spectral green glow of some of them, along with the decaying exposded red meat and muscle of others, were clues that these were not normal funeral goers but instead hordes of the Damned. And the stained windows were all portraying ghastly scenes. Beheadings, disembowelings, sickening displays of Executioners and other warriors maiming each other with faces frozen in screams of agony. With the church doors being wide open, it was easy to see the largest window in the center of the room, portraying a red Luciferian creature surrounded by the fires of Hel. And beneath that window kneels a figure in red armor, head bowed in solemn respect. Pipe organs play a haunting hymn and the dead all have their heads bowed as they wait.

"You have been a very hard man to find."

The figure in the middle speaks, even as he slowly rises to his feet, and places a great Crimson Helm atop his head that completes the ensemble. When he turns to his side, the mighty Flamberge he wields can easily be seen clutched in his Red Right Hand. And as he walks patiently toward the fighter known as Iori, it was plain to see that this knight meant business.

One moment, Iori is alone with his new friend, enjoying the solitude and the purring of the cat. The next, the area has become the venue for some Black Metal music video. For his part, Yagami looks nonplussed. He surely notices, but it's sometimes difficult to get him to truly care about things. As Mordread emerges from the cathedral, Iori lifts the cat to his eye level and speaks to it. "You should go hide. It's about to be dangerous."

Iori sets the cat down, giving it another gentle scratch behind the ears before he rises, unintimidated. "Maybe I don't like to be found." He rolls his neck, bringing his hands up to the ready without any fanfare, violet embers licking at his fingertips. The cat scampers off.

COMBATSYS: Lord Mordread has started a fight here.

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Lord Mordread    0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Iori has joined the fight here.

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Iori             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0    Lord Mordread

"I recall an old hermit who wished not to be found, a rotting decrepit fool who once carried the title of a 'wise man'. My men spent weeks scouring the woods for him."

As the massive armored juggernaut spoke in that rumbling voice, he continued stepping forward in a way that shook the ground with miniature impacts. Every step caused the bones of the spectral followers to rattle. Including the priest and priestesses behind him, ancient yellow bones covered in faded threadbare white robes. The priest with his tall papal hat, with barely enough strength to carry the gold staff that was his badge of office.

"Eventually, he was found. And flayed alive after I deemed his cowardice a criminal offense."

Iori listens to the boasting of the knight, peering at him through his hair. "Oh, I wasn't hiding because I was afraid," he says, drawing a breath through his nose.

"I just didn't think you were worth my time."

Without another word, Iori rushes Mordread, his eyes glinting in the light. He jukes away from that massive sword, only to lunge like a snake, his hands curled into claws. He aims to find gaps in the bloody red armor to grip, so he can twist and throw the big man into a gravestone. The basalt will likely shatter under the onslaught. Yagami does not care.

COMBATSYS: Iori successfully hits Lord Mordread with Kuzukaze.
- Power hit! -

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Iori             0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0    Lord Mordread

Armor carried many advantages, but one of the few was a lack of visibility, between the armor itself and the slitted visor of the great spiked helm he wore it meant that the smaller fighter could easily get in close and do his damage before the Great Lord Mordread actually understood what happened. The powerful steelclad dreadnaut went smashing head first into a tombstone, crumbling it into fragments.

As far as experiences go, he did not like this one.

Leaping into the air, Mordread spun around in mid-air so that he could plummet down from the sky like a flaming comet, his glowing-red sword stabbing down into the soft earth just right next to Iori. Instantly a geyser of fire, debris and general impact would threaten the fighter like a sudden wave.

"Raaagh, I do not -AGREE- with such an evaluation!"

COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Lord Mordread's From Hel's Heart.

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Iori             0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0    Lord Mordread

After he throws Mordread, Iori runs a hand through his hair. He has not entered cackling lunatic mode, he's just looking cool.His stance is ready as the big man gets up, and his eyes are alert. They follow Mordread as he leaps into the air, the air rippling around his superheated sword. His eyes follow the trajectory, and when the knight lands, only the tails of Iori's coat move.

His hands move as the flame erupts from the ground.

Gouts of violet fire bloom from the Bearer of the Jewel's hands, racing free to meet the rising pillar and nullify it before it can set Iori alight. Some makes it through, his hands growing red from the heat of the nether flames. This does not stop him. Fire is not something he fears.

Indeed, before the pillar completely dies, Iori bursts through it, his hands clawed. Without even setting them alight, he rams them at Mordread's midsection before clawing violently upwards. (He can't shred armor with his bare hands, can he?)

COMBATSYS: Iori successfully hits Lord Mordread with Sakahagi.

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Iori             0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1    Lord Mordread

Could bare hands rend armor? Stranger things have happened, but that didn't need to be the case for damage to occur. Mordread certainly felt the force of impact, and Iori's strength was enough to launch the Lord Tyrant into the air. But if the slender man in the jacket was expecting Mordread to become a twinkle in the sky, there was some bad news headed his way.

Specifically, there was a flaming Flamberge headed for his head, swinging downward to split the head open like a watermelon. With the size of the weapon, its wielder could easily do that even as he was airborn and still hurtling away.

Moments later he'd land upon dirt and grass, showing a rare bit of agility by rolling with the impact and coming up to stand upon his sabatons once more.

COMBATSYS: Iori interrupts Headsplitter from Lord Mordread with Yumebiki.

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Iori             0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1    Lord Mordread

COMBATSYS: Iori blitzes into action and acts again!

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Iori             0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1    Lord Mordread

Mordread goes up, then he comes down. That big sword is annoying. Iori has always hated fighting people with weapons, they mess up his flow. Still, he manages. He gauges where Mordread should land and positions himself, juking slightly as the blade comes crashing down. He's not -quite- fast enough, rushing in to try and throw the knight off balance with a claw rake and a backfist. The blade catches, though, crushing into his left shoulder. He manages to get out and deliver that backfist, though. It's enough to get the sword away from him for a moment.

Yagami grinds his teeth, reaching his right hand over and -shoving- his brutally dislocated left shoulder back in. The sound is grotesque, and the pain must be incredible. Iori just grunts. His feet set, and his right hand bursts into violet flame. He charges Mordread, leading with his flaming right hand, only to pivot at the last second and throw a mighty elbow with his recently relocated left arm. The force is enough that, should it strike home, it will throw the knight to the ground. He uses his rotation to spin completely, extending his burning right hand at Mordread. A pillar of violet, Orochi-tainted flame erupts from below.

COMBATSYS: Lord Mordread fails to interrupt Kototsuki In from Iori with Not Entertained!.

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Iori             0/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Lord Mordread can no longer fight.

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Iori             0/-------/=======|

The knight was bested, beaten to the ground, and by the time Iori brings down that final fist for a geyser of flame, the ground erupts, and the armored warrior is seemingly lost to time.

As this happens, the first rays of sunshine start to peek up from the formerly night sky. The dead see this and fade into silent screaming nothing, the church crumbling into ruin and bits of ruined glass, as if it were always just debris.

In the distance, a black cat yowls at the commotion and destruction.

Iori breathes heavily as the Cathedral and its associated supernatural entities fade from sight. He flicks his hand, throwing purple embers into the wind to die. He rubs his very sore left shoulder, glowering still. He considers saying something, but as there's no one here for him to speak to, it seems silly.

He looks up as he hears the cat yowl, and moves deeper into the gravestones to find it.

COMBATSYS: Iori has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:50:14 08/25/2022 by Lord Mordread, and last modified on 04:01:58 08/27/2022.