Description: A LARP battle between armies of Middle Earth gets a decidedly different twist when three powerful fighters take on the roles of various leaders, and duke it out. Behold Aragorn teamed with Legolas, or is that a Nazgul, or..... !!!! vs. Adelheid as Glorfindel (Winners: Tenma and Brian)
The fields of Taiyo High fill with a very different sort of student traffic this evening. Twilight falls over Southtown, and a force the likes of which has not been arrayed since the end of the Third Age swarms to life over the grassy grounds surrounding Taiyo. Elves, Orcs, Men, even a Halfling or three, and one fellow wearing wings and a bird mask who insists he's a great eagle all stand in opposition to rival the conflict at the end of the Hobbit itself. It's hard to really mimic Pelennor Fields or Minas Tirith - there just aren't enough schoolkids who want to be humans, to be frank! But the armies of Middle Earth are aligned, and replica weapons clatter... rather woodenly against replica shields. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
To the head of the massive Elven army steps a man who looks the part to be a High Lord of the Rivendell Eldar. Clad in shimmering metal, the Bernstein heir arrives in a full suit of Elvish plate, the smoothly flowing metallic bands surrounding his torso, the tassets hanging down either side of his legs, guarding his lower quadrants without removing much mobility. Not that armor is going to stop his opponents today from striking true.... but it's impossible to ignore such classic attire. Adelheid's customary bracers or gloves are replaced by pauldrons and gauntlets of the same fluidly crafted, gleaming steel, the entire set of armor embossed with twining ivy, and Imladris' customary clusters of symmetrically aligned stars.
A flowing, curved blade rests sheathed at his hip, and blonde hair that would possibly impress even his namesake for tonight blows freely in the wind. Glorfindel has arrived, at the head of... well, not the most impressive Elven army either. His cadre ranges from rather decent cosplayers, to a chubby, short little elf with thick glasses, who keeps getting upset when Adel calls him Bilbo. One armored hand rests on the finely-crafted pommel of his blade, and the Elf Lord looks out over the clamoring 'warriors'.
.... it's probably a good thing this is a fight between generals.
"You have GOT to be shitting me..."
A scratchy, deep voice with a Texas twang cuts through the rattle of swords on shields as a door from the Arena is pushed open, and a student clad as one of the Horse Lords of Rohan quickly shuffles inside. "Look, ya little prick, I was supposed to be one of the Ur--" As the door closes, the voice is cut off, and for a few good minutes, there is nothing.
When the door is again pushed open, a waifish young man of about thirteen runs out, draped in the costume of an uruk-hai warrior... an outfit which seems about ten sizes too large for him. He heads towards the second army, a large gathering of the ghoulish and garish orcs and uruk-hai, with a smile on his face. He roars, rather pitifully, and steps in front of the gathering. He seems rather pleased with himself.
Soon after, with a look on his face that could melt the assembled, steps a giant amonst hobbits. Over seven feet tall, the elf Legolas appears, wearing an outfit never intended to stretch over his form. Carefully painted applique cracks under the muscular form of the titan, flaking as the mountain of a man moves. The belt and quiver have been hastily adjusted and reattached with judicious use of brown duct tape. The ears have been affixed poorly, and the wig fits even worse. Only the green elven cape flowing from his back seems appropriate to the outfit, and even then, it's rather short.
Brian Battler. Legolas. Never were the two to meet, and they have unfortunately. "I am about this close to tearing someone's head off and shitting down their neck," he mutters under his breath.
Shaking with irritation, the Texan pauses for a long time before taking a step forward slowly. But as he begins to make his way towards the field, a black-clad figure streams out of the Arena to take his place amongst the Nazgul. A meaty hand shoots forth, grabbing the student by the shoulder. Forcing the young man back into the Arena, ten more minutes pass. Finally, another Legolas steps out, looking far less out of place. Though looking quite sullen, he hops towards the elven lines and takes his place beside a intricately detailed Gimli.
A minute later, one of the seven kings of men, betrayed by the rings of Sauron, steps forth once again. Taller. Somehow darker. And far more intimidating. With steps measured to make his black robes flow as if he was floating, the black clad figure moves towards his place, looming high above the other kings. Taloned fingers rest on the hilt of his Morgul-blade, and a deep, throaty laugh escapes the darkened hood and echoes across the grounds.
Well, this whole situation is just plain goofy.
Of course, the last time Tenma Kiryuu was involved in a costume battle, he had to dress up as a Klingon, which was arguably worse. Also there weren't any random extras loitering around, getting in the way. But from the moment he set foot on Taiyo High grounds, the often arrogant young Gedo gang member felt certain - absolutely certain - that no good would come of today. Especially once they finally explained to him what 'The Lord of the Rings' was.
Several ideas were offered up for Tenma's costume, all summarily rejected by the tall Japanese teenager, who thoroughly refused to lighten up and play along. Finally, though, they managed to appeal to Tenma's inflated sense of self-importance /and/ play off of his shaggy dark hair and the fact that he outright refused to give up his sword for another weapon, not to mention that all-important keyword for someone so preoccupied with his team's pride - King.
So while Brian was /supposed/ to be another member of the Fellowship, Tenma is clad in greens and dark browns, his hair unbound to hang around his shoulders and something halfway between a cloak and a hooded long coat hanging down his back. Though at his hip he has a broadsword - which is, realistically, in pieces within the scabbard - the weapon he's /carrying/ totally ruins the verisimilitude, since it's a) a slightly curved wooden Japanese sword, and b) emitting a smoky aura of bloody chi. Meandering out, 'Strider' looks over to his partner for the evening. Well, over and /up/.
"Weren't you supposed to be that nancy elf?" Tenma wonders of Brian, dubiously. "Something about this don't seem right." No doubt there are many ventilators currently in use amongst the purists in the crowd.
The factions set against one another don't quite mesh up. In practice, it's something of a crazy free for all between Orc and Uruk, Elf and Man. Chaos becomes the operative word as an elvish battle horn sounds its deep, melodic thunder over the fields of Taiyo, and Glorfindel's arrayed army charges behind him! Soft, broad-tipped (so no one puts out an eye) faux arrows rain down ahead of the charge, peppering the legions of Ringwraith and the remnants of Arnor alike. There's a sharp battle-cry of 'Nazguuul!!!', and one of the few Elves powerful enough to face them down (film depictions NOTWITHSTANDING) is at the forefront, quickly putting distance between himself and his 'army'. The armored Adelheid scans between the King of Men and the largest of the Nine... it's a hard decision! The obviously corrupted Tenma or the massive Nazgul.... attention shifts, the decision hangs in the air.... both combatants he knows by their normal names, and general styles. The massively musclebound enforcer employed by his father, and the would-be demon hunter he's both fought briefly, and allied with to accomplish a very /real/ all-out battle.
Both are dangerous... both threatening... but in the end it's the black-clad wraith that draws down the Elf Lord's ire. Armor notwithstanding, Adelheid accelerates to an impressive sprint, surging forward with redoubled fury in the last moments, "Fall and crawl back to the shadows, fell creature!!" he shouts, enjoying this conflict for far more than the affirmation of classical literature. There's symbolism in the roles, at least to some extent... even if the cosplaying LARPer army may not be the most compelling backdrop. The last steps are crossed in a full, all-out leap, one gauntletted hand seeking to slap down around the Nazgul linebacker's hooded features, a deceptively powerful, corded arm intent on snapping him around and off his feet, should that grip be found.
.... only to explode him in an appropriately brilliant column of silvery windshear, shotgunned point-blank from palm to face, if Adel gets his way.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Brian has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Brian endures Adelheid's Scorpion Deathlock.
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"The outfit they had for me was made for someone five eight," mutters the Witch-king to Tenma. "It was tighter than a--" The roar of sudden battle drowns out the tasteless analogy Brian was about to make, as those nerfish arrows begin to pelt the players and ground around the pair. A single arrow dings off the cloaked helm atop his head, and wrenches his attention back to the upcoming onslaught.
There he is. As he sees the heir to the Bernstein empire rush towards him, Brian shifts himself in, knowing that Adelheid's speed is well beyond his own. As the palm of the Germanic youth slams towards his face, Brian nods, taking the hand to his forehead as he is led to the ground, rolling with the impact and quickly regaining his footing, despite the energy torrent unleashed upon his head. Turning towards the armored Bernstein, the Witch-king hisses.
He's at least seen the movies. He's got a general idea on how the character is to behave. But that doesn't mean he's going to go for the sword, no. He's not good with those things. What he's good with? His hands. With a shriek, he launches himself towards Adelheid, his taloned fingers outstretched in an attempt to take armor (and perhaps even flesh) from the shoulder of the elven lord.
"What the hell--!!" Tenma wonders rhetorically, as those totally not dangerous arrows rain down at them, though he actually takes steps to avoid them, rather than just letting them ping harmlessly off of himself like Brian. The army of costumed students is more of an annoyance than anything, in the Guardian King's mind, but Adelheid now... Adelheid is a definite danger. Just as well, perhaps, that he chooses to go after the Ringwraith first.
With a faint, resigned sigh - and a mutter of 'this is stupid' - Tenma throws himself into the battle as well. With Brian going hand to hand, Tenma's best option is to support; which he does by sweeping his bokken through the air, a trailing afterimage of crimson following the bloody chi-emanating blade. From that trailing afterimage is born a crescent of roiling blood, which tears through the air directly at Adel, while he's hopefully preoccupied with the Nazgul.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid parries Tenma's Dharmapala!
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COMBATSYS: Adelheid interrupts Fierce Punch from Brian with Reppukyaku EX.
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A single assault would never be enough to stop one of the Nine, though one can hope. Brian 'Larger than the Witch King' Battler may be blasted back by the torrent of power, but he takes it remarkably well. Even as Brian comes up in a crouch, the blonde prodigy playing Glorfindel takes a step back, and turns slightly, facing a spot to keep both Tenma and Brian before him at an angle. Something that pays off. The Nazgul charges, while the reluctant Aragorn unleashes that potent crescent of rending, blood forged energy. Tick. The 'Elf' narrows his uncharacteristically reddish eyes, the waning light glinting off both the silver of his armor, and the dark yet strangely luminescent dark blue cloth beneath, and when the Rivendell Lord moves... it is a singular, fluid motion that answers both strikes in one breathtaking instant.
A smooth rotation turns him to face Tenma fully, for the instants it takes the Dharmapala to cross the distance between them, and the Bernstein heir to draw ornate, well-sharpened Elvish steel. Yes, his weapon for this battle is quite real, and a sharp horizontal swipe cleaves the air with an imminently audible 'WHOOSH', the young warrior's chi focused up the conduit, centered throughout his body, as he literally cuts the edge of rampant reddish energy apart. Shredding red shrapnel illuminates the night, blasting outwards as if losing all forward momentum entirely with the singular interference, while the young blonde uses the momentum of his swing to come around fully, a complete spin re-aligning his side gracefully with the charging Battler.
The clawed, armored hand slices in, and only by virtue of his sudden shift of positioning does it rip into his muscular arm rather than his armored shoulder. The cut could have been deeper, and is painful as-is, but thankfully even as he comes around, Adelheid follows through into an upwards leap, flipping skyward as an armored sabaton leads the rising backflip, leaving a reaving lance of his own in its wake: a silvery edge of pure wind-chi that blasts back over the volatile Nazgul, even as its force helps to propel Adelheid through the powerful arc of his ascent, landing on bent legs back a span away from his adversaries, as a wave of his 'Elves' crash full-on into the Nazgul forces behind him, his crimson eyes immediately rising back to both opponents, as he pushes back to his feet, whipping his sword out in front of him.
So, yeah. Ow.
At over 300 pounds of muscle, Brian is not an easy man to move, nor is he one whom is accustomed to being flung about willy-nilly like this. But when he does, he leaves a path of destruction where ever he lands. Unfortunately for those elven cosplayers behind him, they get to experience one of those rare instances of having a Texas-sized human road block thrown at them. At least two of them will be spending time in crutches, what with their legs broken in odd angles.
The fake cries of death and pain on this battlefield have become more realistic.
Stepping on a kid with a broken collarbone, the Third Tower of Mordor (hyuk hyuk hyuk) rises slowly, his cloak and robes billowing eerily under him. Drawing his Morgul-blade, the Witch-king steps slowly towards his elven foe, lacing taloned fingers around the hilt of the sword dramatically before sliding forward and arcing the hard wood prop weapon at Adelheid's head. Blue chi oozes off the blade as it descends, trailing behind like the tail of a comet.
All right, that's not supposed to happen at all. Tenma lets out a faint 'tch' of annoyance as his attack is so authoratively defeated, but if that's how Adelheid is gonna play it...
Rolling his shoulders in a bit of a shrug, 'Aragorn' starts sprinting forward, aiming to close with the German youth at about the same time Brian does. As he gets closer, Tenma turns his sprint into a lunge, his bokken extended forward, the bloody chi focusing itself directly on the tip... The tip he tries to catch Adelheid by the armor with.
If Tenma manages that, then his next step is simple: With Adel hopefully off-balance from Brian's assault, the Guardian King 'latches onto' his opponent with that blood-chi, and turns suddenly, sweeping his weapon, and ideally also Adelheid, through the air in a wide arc before releasing him and letting physics do its thing. "Not this time!" Tenma declares. Last time he fought Adelheid, it didn't go so well.
Uh... For Ayame, mostly.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid just-defends Brian's Brian Hammer!
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COMBATSYS: Adelheid dodges Tenma's Asura.
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Alright, so maybe he blasted Brian a little -too- hard, under the circumstances. Adelheid winces as the out of control Ninebacker (hyuk hyuk as well) bowls through the arrayed children. The 'other war' dulls just a moment, as the circling, spectating and warring youngsters reassess their relative position to the mighty combatants. .... somehow, getting in the way of a Reppuken seemed a lot more romantic a few minutes ago. That... wow! Shiiiit.
Brian's right back on the offensive, however, and as the massive Ringwraith rushes forward, and Adelheid eyes his.... prop weapon!?!? ... apparently, the costumers for this fight had a sense of humor. Was he the only one who got a real sword? That actually brings a momentary half-smirk to the young Bernstein's austere features as the Elvish warrior's armored form turns to face Brian full-on, and with a singular, powerful thrust, snaps his own blade horizontally upwards. Contrary to the mistakes made by so many amateurs, it isn't the edge of the curving, single-edged weapon that meets the imbued hardwood of Brian's Mordor-forged fake, but the flat. Metal reverberates, and silver chi flares momentarily along its length, a flexing of Adelheid's muscles absorbing the impact with one graceful, perfectly timed step backwards.
The energy once more shears off to every side, a momentary firework dissipating into the night sky, and casting the battlefield in luminescent shades of moonfire and brilliant blue. A more defined leap away follows, putting distance between himself and Tenma's thrust, the singular backwards glide carrying him out of the path of the brutal thrust, and what would follow it. The imbued bokken stabs through the air where Glorfindel had stood, with similar luck to Brian's wooden blade.
Almost immediately, the elf rushes back in on Tenma, leading without hesitation into a full-strength overhead chop, slamming his blade up and around with air-thrumming force, the evening light refracting in subdued hues over the length of the sword as it slices air, and comes down at Tenma, even with his shoulder for a nasty slash should he fail to move in time. A sudden, charging lunge follows, meaning to drive the reinforced pommel squarely into the hunter's jaw, and then set the King sailing with a shin-level kick that explodes into more of that deadly, silver-grey power, the ragged edges of the blast enough to threaten to rip Tenma's legs almost literally out from under him.
"I'm glad I work with you and not against," the giant whispers to himself as the elf deftly blocks his attack and evades Tenma's. Adelheid is just sticking it to his opponents, and Brian is starting to get frustrated. He knows this is Rugal's son, and thus a major league badass, but, well, STILL. It would be nice to feel like he could handle himself if necessary against on of the Bernsteins. Guess this means he needs to get back into the gym and start reducing his alcohol intake again. Sigh.
Sheathing the faux blade, now cracked slightly from the impact, Brian stalks forward, shoving one uruk-hai cosplayer into the ground and stepping on him as he makes his way towards his employer's son. The orc squeaks from under the foot of the Witch-king, and begins sobbing once the man in black passes by. More of the "combatants" around the trio of professional fighters begin to pack up shop and head for more fertile and less dangerous places to playfight while the real combat ensues.
Curling his gauntlet-clad hand into a fist, the Nazgul twists himself as he approaches, stepping forward and letting a backfist fly towards the aft of Adelheid's head, the force unleashed hopefully enough to send the elven warrior flying like Sauron made Elendil. Though, hopefully, this won't end with Brian's finger lopped off.
COMBATSYS: Tenma Toughs Out Adelheid's Grosse Stob!
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Once again, Tenma's attack proves fruitless; it's enough to discourage most people, probably. But the leader of the Guardian Kings is decidedly not 'most people'. There's irritation, sure... But it's an essential point of Tenma's nature that he acknowledges no limitations on himself. The idea that he 'cannot win' doesn't enter into his thought processes at all, no matter how superior the opponent is... And he has a pretty good idea of the gap between himself and Adelheid.
So when the German youth tries to club him in the jaw with the hilt of his sword, Tenma just stands there and lets it happen.
It hurts, that's for sure; pain jolts through the Kiryuu heir's skull, but it's not enough. His head jerks to one side, but his eyes, dark blue, remain fixed on Adelheid in his Glorfindel costume. The kick with its energy element strikes true as well, but through sheer resolve, 'Aragorn' doesn't fall back like he should, forcing himself through the energy, forcing himself to take the damage. As he moves forward, both his hands grasp the hilt of his bokken, which he swings up over one shoulder, ferocity in his eyes as he gets close enough to attack, swinging his blade in a mostly horizontal slash, powered by both hands, his apparent aim to remove Adel's head.... Were he a normal person, it might even happen. Tenma, not being the sort to attack wordlessly, adds in a battle cry:
"GO BACK TO MAKING COOKIES, YOU KEEBLER BITCH!!"
It's the adrenaline talking, honest.
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Adelheid with Fierce Strike.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Adelheid blocks Brian's Medium Punch.
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Work with?!? Well, one wouldn't know it to see Adelheid fight against Brian, more than likely. Of course, the 'R' heir keeps to himself more than anything.... and with co-workers like his, who can blame him? Still, the ironic foreshadowing in Brian's thoughtful murmurs is interesting, even if his attack is thwarted once more. The recovered Witch-King x3 steps in, and flying gauntlet meets another, the cruel-edged armor Brian wears resounding powerfully into the Elvish vambrace, armor bending as Adelheid's feet slide slightly under the force of the strike. The violent football player-turned-Nazgul certainly packs a hell of a punch. The reverberations are momentarily distracting, but Adel still twists right back, just as quickly as before, when Tenma recovers... and renews his assault.
Thing is, Tenma both takes the strikes, and follows up more potently than the Bernstein heir had expected. Glorfindel brings his blade around, aligned vertically, but Tenma's strike is the faster. It slips in before his guard can be raised, and a resounding CRACK sounds as the imbued bokken all but explodes into the Elf Lord's skull. Staggered, a spray of blood is loosed from Adelheid's reeling skull, the impact to his neck and jaw impressive indeed. His armored feet tromp the ground as he retreats, involuntarily, another pace, another after that, nearly falling to the ground altogether. The crimson-eyed prodigy grits his jaw, clenching and unclenching as he focuses past the pain.... and quickly turns back on Tenma, "Not bad. A pity you're on the wrong side."
There's a vague amusement at that, and despite the pain... Adel looks to be rather enjoying himself, "Let's see what /else you've got/!!!" And with that he steps back forward, whipping his blade in a swift overhead arc, the point touching ground the same instant a boiling mass of energy pours forth, erupting into a brilliant, shoulder-high edge of raw power, answering Tenma's explosive fury blast for blast as the wildly luminescent burst of moonfire pours forth, coursing over itself in an uncontrolled, chaotic maelstrom that threatens to envelope the Gedo youth entirely.
The thin metal in his own gauntlet now bent beyond usefulness after his latest attack, the Nazgul tears it from his hand, tossing it violently behind himself in irritation. When he turns his attention back... he sees his partner hit his boss' son in the face hard enough to actually cause him to wince. After the amount of time he's spent in the NFL, the PRCA, NASCAR and in the fighting scene, both professional and in bars... Brian doesn't really react to brutal violence. But this is slightly different. And while Brian initially wants to knock the living daylights out of Tenma for that, this is a competition, and while he may look like a girl, Adelheid certainly isn't. Plus, the kid shook it off pretty well. And that was hardly a simple slap to the face that the elf responded with.
So, work related issues aside. Let's get to the nitty-gritty. Reaching forward, the black hand of Sauron attempts to grab the elven warrior and twist him around as to shove the young man's face into the sweaty armpit of the linebacker, followed by the ring wraith dropping the top of Glorfindel's head into the ground, with it's own weight as additional power. Never saw this in Peter Jackson's movie.
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Adelheid's Kaiser Wave.
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The follow-through from that attack is pretty significant as well, Tenma letting the momentum bleed off naturally rather than trying to force his weapon to move against it; of course, he doesn't know what's going through Brian's skull right about there, but he does feel pretty good about what he just did to Adelheid. It's a fight, after all... What's he supposed to do, get him his binkie and read him a story?
Snorting a bit at Adel's vaguely amused assertion that he's on the 'wrong side', Tenma now has enough time to get his blade back in the way, swinging it up one handed and bracing the blessed wood with his other hand, the solid material and the bloody chi aura around it meeting Adel's projected chi in a clash of forces. Some of it slips through, to be sure, and Tenma definitely feels the force of the uncontrolled blast, but the bulk of it splits /around/ Tenma like a river parting against a rock, two halves of a Kaiser Wave careening off and hopefully not hurting anyone too severely.
Not that Tenma's paying that possibility much mind at the moment. "Heh," he laughs quietly, sweeping his bokken through the air once. Settling into a loose kind of stance, 'Aragorn' looks content for the moment to watch just what's going to happen as the Witch King of Angmar tries to introduce Adelheid's head to the ground. Waiting for an opening that wouldn't necessitate finding away around the mountainous fighter to hit their opponent.
COMBATSYS: Tenma focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Adelheid with DDT.
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Between the force spent on the Kaiser Wave, and the continuing ringing in his head.... really, a nap and a nice fuzzy blanket are sounding pretty good right about now. Not that the armored Adelheid would admit any such thing, here with the fight raging all-out still. The foremost of the Nine is on the Elf Lord before he can fully redirect his attention, however, and his graceful, leaping motion this time ends with him dangling by the Nazgul's meaty grip. Shoved into a -very- stuffy place, Glorfindel has little insight into exactly what sort of plight he's in, only that it's high velocity, and the impact at the end? That rather hurts. He crashes down headfirst with Brian helping the descent admirably, and all the young warrior can do is kick his armored legs out, and try to roll out of the crash landing with as much grace as he can manage.
A brisk shake of his head momentarily clears it, and a bloodied wad of spittle is launched to the side as the Elf Lord in dented armor rises, sheathing his sword, his eyes levelled on Brian.... and just as suddenly, the blonde lurches sidelong, coming about with immediate blurring velocity, a shockwave of invisible, but highly tangible power encompassing the area he just occupied. He blasts literally /through the air/ at Tenma, seeking to rocket right into the Gedo demon hunter, and take the would-be King right off his feet, dragging him along by one powerful arm. Should his grip be found, the breakneck pace blasts straight for one of the mighty hardwoods that grows around the lush campus, its resilient trunk the target as Adelheid seeks to whip Tenma around, making him the unlucky bumper in this full-on collision.
The moment of impact wouldn't be the only risk, however. The actual climax would be the elf's 'spellcraft'! At the point of the slam, a synchronous blast of rampant energy would be unleashed /through/ Tenma, a column enormous enough to envelope both youths in rampant silver-and-blood red windshear, swirling outwards in a hurricane-force intensity and resonating through the rumbling ground. An unrestrained release of utterly agonizing power, and not one any man would like to be at the center of.
Well, things certainly seem to be going a little better now. No longer feeling like he's getting the ass end of everything, the Mega-Witch-king slowly rises to his feet, his spine popping as he stands. He turns to face Adelheid, only to have the youth utterly ignore him and rush past.
Ignored.
Despite performing a reverse DDT on Adelheid, he was ignored.
Now, truthfully, Adelheid may have had his reasons, but still. Brian's in a mood. Today hasn't exactly been a stellar day; no cigar, no chaw, no booze, stuffed into an outfit made for a teenage midget and finally flailing around semi-uselessly for most of the fight... Yeah, he's in a mood. And when Brian's in a mood, someone needs to suffer.
Allow me to set the tone. The battle still rages around them, though the trio's now been given a wide berth. The sounds of mock combat, stage death and the tears of the truly injured have turned the campus grounds into an enormous speaker of white noise. All of a sudden, things get hushed. Because an inhuman bellow suddenly blasts from the darkened visage of the tallest Nazgul ever, his head turned upward and his chest puffed out to get the maximum sound possible out of his body. It sounds like the apocalypse. Reaching up as he roars, taloned fingers tear open the hood to reveal the helm of Sauron.
The Lord of the Black Land, now revealed, snorts. Two visible billows of ghostly white shoot forth from the nose cavity of the helm as he drops into a crouch. He paws his foot into the ground twice, and he charges. Three times he makes a pass at Glorfindel, dropping his shoulder and launching it and his forearm towards the Elf Lord's gut as he charges through, attempting to take him off his feet and send him... and keep him... airborne.
There's a twist waiting soon after, however. If Herr Bernstein does take to the skies courtesy of Battler Airways, the landing will be far rougher. For Brian would launch himself into a tight spiral, aiming for Adelheid's spine. With those spikes on that helm, it could be pretty nasty. And to have 335 pounds of man land on you with his head on your spine as you crash to the ground? Worse. Also bad? Getting those 335 pounds leaping onto the back of your head immediately after he rolls to his feet.
"Middle Earth is mine," the Dark One hisses.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Tenma with Gigantic Pressure.
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At this point, things go poorly for Tenma.
Adelheid's sudden lunge is fast... Too fast for him to easily react to, especially after deflecting such a powerful attack as he did before, so he tries the next best thing: Simply ride it out. This proves to be a poor plan.
The grab and the drag actually seems to be the worst of it in the end, at least for Tenma... A ridiculous amount of damage is done to the Guardian King in one fell swoop, totally ruining his Aragorn costume in the process, as he's slammed into the three in a blow that makes him cough up blood, his eyes going wide and pupils pinprick-tiny. The blast of energy, enormous as it is, is relatively speaking just icing on the hurty cake.
"Heh... You are pretty strong," Tenma admits, quickly gathering what focus he can. He's only got enough for one strike, so he'd better make sure it's a /really good one/. "But..." Regardless of what Brian is doing, with that scary ass charge of his, Tenma tries to keep Adelheid's attention focused on him. "...You still lose, Blondie!"
And then 'Aragorn' swings his wooden blade, the actual wood almost completely obscured by the overwhelming power of his bloody chi, until it seems like he's holding a sword of pure blood. Tenma tries to catch Adel in the side with it, a strong slash, but the brunt of the power is focused on passing /through/ Adelheid, to disrupt the flow of life through his very body, to steal his vitality...
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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Brian 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Adelheid
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Adelheid with The Sealing Sword.
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Brian 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Adelheid
COMBATSYS: Adelheid fails to reflect Big Bang Blitzkrieg from Brian with Dark Barrier.
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Brian 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Adelheid can no longer fight.
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Brian 0/-------/-------|
While Tenma's journey may mark the end of his continuing involvement in the fight... the demon hunter turned would-be King seems to prove rather prophetic. Aragorn is slammed home against the tree, but before Adelheid can reverse his ample forward momentum.... that deadly technique crashes home. The strike does indeed disrupt Adelheid's chi. Perhaps not as much as some, but in this case... it is sufficient. The Elf Lord staggers, his armor vibrating, his head ringing. Vision is blurred as his eyes snap up towards Brian, his footing not entirely right beneath him - the dark lord, eh? Glorfindel is having none of that.... he braces his own shoulder, extends one hand....
And then the Lord of Mordor collides all sacking the quarterback style. One energy-bursting shoulder rams full-on into the prodigal Bernstein, and the lithe blonde is hammered, barely keeping his footing as Brian slams home again, and again, and then he is indeed launched to the skies. By this point consciousness is fleeting, and when Brian collides with him in midair, well... it's all gone. It leaves the Elven warrior so much dead weight as he's plowed into the ground, his back gored nicely despite the armor, and then Brian is simply squishing an unconscious man beneath himself.... repeatedly.
It's Sauron appropriate, sure. And there's near dead silence across the battlefield as it happens. Children all around the battle /stare/ at Brian as if he were Satan incarnate. Those not already gaping at him for the injuries and stompings given to their classmates. The distinct lack of applause and cheers would probably be the first clue that something is amiss, and in a rare turn of events... Adelheid doesn't even move, barely groans, just laying there broken and unbreathing until Brian finally rolls off him... and a gasp fills his unconscious lungs reflexively.
There's a bit of relief in the crowd at that... but just a bit. It's a toss up whether Brian will be rewarded.... or crippled when Rugal sees this tape.
He stands there. He says nothing. He doesn't move. Only the light groans of the fallen are now heard on the school grounds. Even the crickets seem afraid to chirp in the presence of the Dark One, after what has just happened to the Elven Lord. Those who were not initially present when Tenma went down equate the fireworks from Adelheid's attack with the one left standing. Sauron, the Lord of the Black Land, has won. None stand before him.
It is a long few moments as the man behind the mask calms himself enough to not start punting the kids around him. After an eternity, the taloned hand reaches up and grabs the helm, slowly lifting it off of his head. When it hits the ground, it seems to echo in the ears of all.
Brian Battler, eyes still closed, pauses again. In a deep, barely contained rasp, he bellows, "Go. Home."
The students scatter.
In the ensuing chaos, the R operative collects his employer's son and leaves the premises. He's had enough of this bullshit.
Log created on 17:08:24 04/19/2008 by Adelheid, and last modified on 14:59:22 04/23/2008.