Description: Vega, relaxing while watching North Korea, finds an unexpected guest arriving within a great temple. Suffice to say, Mahuizoh's lack of reverance makes them quick enemies, especially after a short but violent clash...!
Mangyongdae Hill, at the Outskirts of Pyongyang, North Korea, is the reputed birth place of North Korea's original Great Leader Kim Il-Sung. Here, in the beautiful rolling green plains said to be a holy ground where a god among men once descended... is a great ruined temple. Here in this historical place, the prayers of men once echoed in the halls... now long since abandoned by all but the occasional tourist, monk, or vagabond. The temple itself is vast, easily large enough to house a small monasterys' worth of monks. Built mostly from visibly ancient wood and stone, which has long since begun to fall into disrepair, this temple is kept erect by minimal funding from the government and... perhaps... the prayers of those of who have long since passed on. It is centered at the edge of a great forest, and it one of the very few of these historical places still around.
Extending well beyond the, presently closed, massive wooden doors of the temple is a vast stretch of stone floor surrounding by towering walls. It is barren and empty, all exept for the presence of a few unlit torches whose fires have long since ceased to burn. This once great courtyard has several corridors leading out of it to the various rooms which once accomodaated many men and women. In the center of the vast courtyard is a magnificent, ornate, aging fountain of stone shaped like a dragon that has long since ceased to produce water.
Standing atop an archway above the entrance to this great temple in the heart of the land which birthed a living god... is a man who fancies himself something of a god as well. A tall, well-muscled, figure clad in crimson and shrouded by a full body cloak of ebony and purple dyed silk stands atop the archway... his ghastly stare fixed upon the great city of Pyongyang. It is so near, yet so far, at least an hour's walk from where the ancient temple stands. But to him, it was the place where the seeds of his ambitions would soon bear fruit once more...
The battlefield before a war; a delight that few in this world, past or present, have had the pleasure of truly tasting. With Vega's near omnipotent ability to sense the energy of those, it would be difficult to get within dozens of miles of him, even if a mere mundane tourist desiring to see the building. There are no need for guards. There is no no need for security. The greatest protection possible is already present -- in Lord Vega himself.
However, something that might absolutely shock a man of his stature and age happens. A voice is heard above him, from someone he had absolutely no notion of being here. "Ohh...? That is a delicious energy you have... but what is with the peculiar clothing?"
Clinging to the side of the higher temple is Mahuizoh; someone he might have heard a notion of, from the unusual G-KING project. Smith Global Media is covered in red flags for Shadaloo for many years now, but has never warranted significant investigation. Perhaps this will change matters. The Aztech has a hand to the forehead of his mask, and is peering in the same direction as Vega.
Nothing. There is nothing from him. No chi, and no psi. Such an abberation shouldn't exist in this world. The only other to truly realize the depth of such absurdity is Oro... who understood in an instant the unusual danger of this peculiar man. Although then the air suddenly fills with a rushing cloud of chi, hanging around him like a beacon. A power that is significant, but still much below Vega himself. But no -- it is not coming from him. It is like a veil around him... Mahuizoh is still as barren as when he first arrived.
"What are you looking at...?" He seems to have no idea who Vega is. Did he just wander in here, attracted by a power he should not have been able to sense?
Though indeed it would shock a man such as Vega to his very core that any being could elude his keen senses... the living shadow of a man would not show it. Whether it is his unshakeable confidence in his own power to deal with threats, or a simple lack of /caring/, the Lord of Shadaloo does not so much as budge. There is an ever so slight narrowing of irisless white eyes... however...
"...There are fools whose mistakes while severe permit them to live, and then there are fools unfortunate enough to be killed for their follies..." He suddenly utters, speaking with a measured calm to his tone... "...Which one will you be...?" ... though it is a clearly a threatening reply, there would be no visible indication of an intent to kill at this point. It may well be a strategic use of rhetoric he is employing. The Master of Shadaloo did NOT tolerate lesser beings adressing him so openly without his expressed consent. No matter how strange...
A momentary burst of dark, violet, flame emerges from his body... consuming it entirely and bleeding out energies tainted by fury and murderous intent... utterly saturating the immediate area with them. Though his body language spoke of no ill intentions... his aura contradicted him greatly. He then levitates up into the air, several feet above the archway, turning effortlessly in midair to face Mahuizoh... face calm and eyes lifeless... "Why don't YOU answer MY questions, first?" ... his tone was still utterly devoid of any trace of severe emotion though his aura was suffused with it. Was an intimidation, or a demonstration of the considerable restraint the Mater of Psycho Power had...? "Who are you to appear to me, unbidded. ... Who are you to speak to me, without my asking? ... And what manner of creature are you? So empty, so lifeless... and yet so rife with that wretched energy?"
"Mmm...?"
Mahuizoh glances down towards Vega once more, apparently taking in the threat openly. "I didn't come here to fight you... I hope you are not like that blond man with all the wind. He attacked me the moment I showed up..." Blond man with wind? Whether Vega has the resources to understand that would connect to Goenitz, an avatar to a sleeping God, is another matter entirely. "The one I wanted to battle... the man in the black gi and red hair... he refused me!!"
Yet Mahuizoh is not a fool, in the strictest sense. He holds up his blackened hand, the other still clinging to the side of the temple. "Calm down, calm down!! I don't like the feel of your energy... It's like nothing I remember!!" Psycho power... that simply didn't exist in his era. Vega is every bit as mysterious to the Aztech as the unwanted visitor is to the Shadaloo tyrant. He's not intimidated in the strictest sense, but assuredly wary and respectful.
"I see... I was impolite." Mahuizoh finally states, before he lets go of the building's side. He lands upon the rooftop near the levitating Vega, and then bows his head low. Hands are both raised in a sign of reverance, the same manner of soliciting he used to perform for his Gods many times a day. "I am... Mahuizoh. Newly awakened to this world... I've been coming to see those of incredible power in this world. You are one of them...!! Three."
Mahuizoh holds up three fingers. "Three people in this world can claim to be above you... and even then, I would not call it certain. Is that not intoxicating?! You I feel a -- kinship with. You wish to become a God, is that right? A vessel to a great power, through which you will be unopposed... hahaha!! To think, someone in this era would have the same goal as me... and be so far along it!!"
After prompting the mysterious stranger with his three questions, Vega is wont to simply hover there above that great archway and absorb Mahuizoh's reactions. He takes them in, deliberating over them within the confines of his own mind... trying to understand the strangeness before him. Vega was /no/ stranger to... well... strange things. He was a man who had cast off his own humanity decades ago, inhabited the bodies of many persons throughout his life and even artificial constructs... he was a man who had attained such unity with his own power that he had become effectively immortal. It is because of this power that he can see the world for what it truly is... able to gaze beyond the veil of what a situation appears to be and cut right to the heart of what it is.
This, too, troubled him greatly.... that he could not /read/ this man before him as he could readily do so many other mortals. He was like staring into an empty void...
While Vega /might/ know of Goenitz... he also knew of many other men who qualified for 'black gi' and 'red hair' and '...with the wind'. Since Vega could not readily read the man's mind who was before him, this statement only illicits a slight frown of frustration. He remains silent, however, even as Mahuizoh dares to approach him... head simply tilting downward slightly so that his ghastly white eyes remain upon him.
There is a smirk of satisfaction that slowly creeps into his features as Mahuizoh pays him his due tribute and respect. There was no better way to get the Master of Shadaloo's attention than to stroke his enormous ego. Whether Mahuizoh realizes this or not is questionable, however, as...
He insults him soon after by implying that /he/ was still beneath not one person but three of them! That smirk practically crawls away as if to hide suddenly... his face becoming an emotionless mask once more. That aura, however, was flaring again suddenly... dangerously...
"I /am/ already a god..." Vega corrects him, as he finishes, a touch of anger tainting his tone now. Only a touch however. He did realizes he wa not getting what he wanted this way, though, and thus gives him aanother 'gentle' push... "...Tell me then, why it is you seek me? Why you would run the risk of endangering your existence to appear before me? ... And who are these three of whom you speak...?" He doesn't even bother addressing the bit about 'kinship'. It was a foreign word to Vega these days....
Mahuizoh named two separate men; a blond person with wind, and a man with red hair and a black gi. Rather vague a list, but if he is claiming to visit only the strongest in the world, that rather narrows down the possible selection a great deal. There is not an ounce of hostile intent from what can be seen, but Vega will know two things, perhaps better then Oro did. One, this chi is malicious. Twisted. Evil. It is very much like his own... only gathered in a different way. And two...
He is looking at another immortal for the first time in his life.
It is no great leap of logic. Someone else found a way to step between the surly bonds of time. The ancientness inherent here is not a ploy, and the voidness of his soul reeks of one who has cast aside the physical life for something greater. Although from one immortal to another, Mahuizoh seems... stuck. Incomplete. Missing an ingredient, and an important one.
The great energy roaring up from Vega causes Mahuizoh to widen his eyes. But this is not fear. It is a sort of basic lust and want. "Yes... yes!! Incredible!! But you are still not there!!" A finger points to Vega, although there is no ounce of accusation or judgement. "But you are beneath those three!! I am certain... yet that is no slight to you... rest assured. If you do not believe me... I believe one of them might visit you, also. He was a small man... very shrunken, with a bound arm..."
Mahuizoh's eyes widen even further, his tongue probing through the mouth of his mask. "I tasted his power... and it was divinity...! How a man like him could sit idle...!! I would not make him your enemy, demigod or not!!"
"Mmm? Those three? Ah... the strongest had red hair, as I said... a large beaded necklace. His hair was in a topknot... his gi had no sleeves... and he had a strange sign on his back. Mmm. He reeked of a God of Death, like none I have ever seen. It made me wonder... if he already achieved what I wanted." Most assuredly Akuma, the one he claimed refused to fight him. Which alone is a mite odd. Mahuizoh is obviously powerful and unique, and that particular man wishes for nothing in life but to test himself.
Another finger is held up. "The second was the old, wrinkled man with the sealed arm. I met him atop a waterfall. Do not let his appearance deceive you... were it not for my gift, I too would have had no idea who he was. His power is also beyond my comprehension, and I tasted it for only a few seconds..." However he tasted it is another matter, but his third finger rises.
The last was an unassuming blond-haired man who was lingering around a great energy beyond what I could fathom. He used incredible gusts of wind. He drove me away... I knew I would lose, hahaha!! That alone blew my mind. I figured he was guarding a sleeping God... well, he seemed to be waiting for me, actually. I wonder how much about my intent he guessed... no matter. He's still guarding it, and I can do nothing about it!! Hahaha!!"
And then Mahuizoh gazes to the distance, red glow from his eyes shutting off. All of the energy around him vanishes. It is like he turned into a puppet, frozen like a statue. A few moments later, the light returns. "There's another after you... a deep well of brutal energy... but that one is your lesser..."
Perhaps the strangest thing of all to Vega, about this man, was the fact that he learly had no fear in the face of certain death. If a batttle between the two of them were to occur, the Master of Shadaloo felt certain Mahuizoh would die like an insect. Then again, he felt this way about /everybody/. ... Was it inhuman boldness? Simple madness? Or something more? .... For certain, this strange... seemingly gleefully broken man had his rapt attention.
Vega does indeed notice the maliciousness in the energy pervading the area around Mahuizoh, yes he does. He did not have to sense it, however, the man practically offered it to him on a silver platter... it was plainly on display in his disposition. The immortality and the nature of his attaining it might be a curiousity to Vega. Not so much yet as his present intentions however...
As for the finger pointing, Vega begins to descend again the moment it's done. By the time the declaration is made AGAIN that he was still beneath three others however, Mahuizoh would find his finger not far from Vega's emotionless mask. He was still standing just as he was prior to Mahuizoh's arrival... arms like tree trunks intertwined, with his booted feet neatly together. But those barren, lifeless, eyes were upon Mahuizoh's face most directly now... eyes locked with Mahuizoh's own though it'd be difficult to tell given his lack of iris or pupil.
He doesn't say anything yet, however. He is content to simply continue allowing the strangely reverent yet irreverent man speak until he is thoroughly finished. He does take the time to reflect a bit on people who might match the profile of those mentioned... and Akuma is definitely recognizeable by now as is Goenitz. But the 'shrunken man, with the bound arm...' THAT eluded him...
At the peculiar sight of Mahuizoh suddenly being 'turned off', Vega's white eyes widen a bit with surprise... and curiousity. This meant two things to him... Mahuizoh was a lifeless husk animated by a foreign power or... he could possibly project his energy at a distance... allowing him to 'see' farther away. Both of these things Vega was /very/ familiar with.
A moment after he returns to 'life', the menacing master of Shadaloo finally uncoils those arms of his. One of them anyway... extending his right hand and an upturned palm toward the stranger with fingers extended. He then makes what might almost look an inviting gesture... twice... drawing his fingers in and extending the again. "Tell me how it is that /you/ can claim to so accurately judge the depths of MY power when you have yet to even attain this much? Are you perhaps suggesting your personal power exceeds my own? Only a fool would suggest such a thing... unless they had tasted greater power still personally." And Vega is not refering to the manner of tasting Mahuizoh would be referring to. He is speaking of the knowledge that comes only with personal experience with such a power... not second hand emissions of another's aura whiffed momentarily. Vega himself possessed a great deal more power than he was showing right now. Greater even than his body could contain... for long. This was the reason he'd changed over to stronger bodies so many times. "Perhaps you would care to convince me that you truly know what kind of power you are dealing with?" This is, of course, an open invention to fight. Vega believed firmly that the best experience with another's potency could only be attained through experiencing it first-hand.
That threatening aura had died down some, but only a fool would aassume VEGA of all people would jsut let an insult to his person slide. Should Mahuizoh accept... he might find himself in for more pain than a woman as masochistic as Juri would enjoy...
Mahuizoh's eyes widen behind his mask when Vega moves closer, and he does move to leap away defensively. He's fast, but still... not in the league that Vega might be considered a threat. Below the Geeses, the Heihachis, the Ryus... and if he is able to assess energy as clearly as he claims, then surely he cannot be that suicidal. It is apparent then that Vega is the one to win that staring contest, the Aztech backing down and becoming more complacent a second time. "Hehehe... sorry. Men of pride like us... can be quite crass to another..." Again his head bows and hands raise, but once more this appears to not involve true fear. At least, not fear of his physical life...
But it is true. The Aztech is very similar to Vega, in more ways then one. The kinship he mentioned might be more apparent now then it did before.
But the beckoning... that causes Mahuizoh to grin. Grin so widely, the jointed jaw of his mask lowers, and two pairs of teeth are shown. "No. I am not stronger then you. But I would not call myself weaker, either. Hahaha... Fine, then!! I am feeling a touch restless... perhaps we should play?" Standing up tall, Mahuizoh spreads his arms invitingly, although the gesture seems harmless as a kitten. "I think you might better understand me... hmmhmm... and then maybe we could talk about something more... exciting!!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh has started a fight here.
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Mahuizoh 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Vega has joined the fight here.
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Vega 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Mahuizoh
Vega's inviting gesture is halted... as Mahuizoh leaps away defensively. His stillness might make that barren stare seem all the more eery... if Mahuizoh were a man who feared for his life. As so many did fear when faced with Vega. Yet, the Master of Psycho Power is certain he does not. This causes his mouth to furrow a bit at the left corner.. his frustration was slowly breaking through the mask. It was especially bad because he could not understand this enigma even now! This was a very foreign thing to him...
As he shows reverence again... Vega does allow that extended hand to simply snake its way back beneath the bulk of his left bicep. His jaw sets firmly, then, and he simply continues staring blankly... seemingly impassive as he has been several times throughout this encounter.
The dawning of his challenge upon Maahuizoh, and the reaction it provokes, elicits another mute widening of the eyes from the stonefaced dictator. It's ever so slight, as the last few times... but it's there: Surprise. "...You would fight me though your power is lesser than mine, and yet you claim now thats your power is no less than my own...?" His arms unfold again, and for the first time since the two of them have met, a grin spreads across Vega's face suddenly. A malicious, yet enthusiastic grin of pristine, pearl white, perfection to match Mahuizoh's own. "Very well!!! Let me teach something of Psycho Power as only /I/ can!"
Suddenly, the master of Psycho Power has rocketed skyward... taking a position directly of Mahuizoh's head before dropping suddenly with enormous like an impossibly heavy psycho-powered anchor directly toward the fool who would dare to challenge him! A loud, metallic, clanking follows as his boots are brought together just moments before he wa scheduled to make contact...
What would soon follow is possibly very simple: Either Mahuizoh will somehow escape from or possibly counter this attack... or he might be stomped flat. And the force behind this stomp would be sufficient to cave in the roof beneath should it miss. Perhaps, even if not!
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh interrupts Strong Kick from Vega with Mani Tehuyoa.
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Vega 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Mahuizoh
"Heehee... you are underestimating me..." is all Mahuizoh states in regards to Vega. The time for talk has finished, for now. The time for play is now at hand. Although what happens next might be a little... surprising.
The moment that Vega moves, the literal moment he decides to fully and truly attack Mahuizoh, the man erupts in a torrent of chi. All of the energy hanging around him rushes in with thick crimson waves, before the air seems to burst even brighter, a crimson sun. His right arm flares into fire, and the sheen of blood on his left arm begins to pour out. "AHHH... YES...!! YOU ARE TRULY A DEMI-GOD...!!" In this moment, Vega can finally sense him. And the power is, pound for pound, ounce for ounce, /exactly/ the same as his own. The act of attacking him has apparently triggered some peculiar reaction, drawing in an unseen source of energy. 'Weaker then nobody' likely makes a lot more sense at this moment!
In a roar of flames and heat, Mahuizoh hurls himself skywards. His sacrificial dagger is yanked out, and a violent series of slashes tears into Vega's chest, crimson bursts of vorpal energy just as he's kicked. The Aztech is still sent into the roof of the temple from the force, slamming hard and bouncing away, skidding to a stop near the apex. "Oof... hahaha... such power!! Ahhh... it is intoxicating..." His eyes flash red, as he grins even more broadly at Vega. "...but definitely fourth...!!"
Vega's enthusiastically malicious grin suddenly disappears as he nears Mahuizoh, just in time to view the spectacle that is his VIOLENT transformation into someone far more powerful! The only thing on Vega's face is pure, unfeigned and completely uncontrolled, shock. For the next near-instant in which Mahuizoh unleashes his furious assault, cutting chunks of crimson garb from his breast and causing him to bleed fluid the color of his uniform... Vega is a captive audience. The only thought he can properly process before his boots make contact and Mahuizoh goes flying into the roof and bouncing away like a ragdoll is: WHAT?!
*BAM!* Vega's heavy military boots make contact with the wooden roof shortly afterward, the master of Psycho Power neglecting to stop his own momentum due to his surprise, causing a portion of it to collapse utterly. He does manage to stop himself before going throug the newly made hole though...
The sound of heavy boots hitting the roof near Mahuizoh again follows shortly afterward. Albeit they hit much shorter this time. Mahuizoh would suddenly find himself faced with a bleeding, angry, psychopathic dictactor - the unrestrained anger he'd been keeping to himself now fully showing! Not only was his pristine, regal, composure utterly ruined... but he was made to bleed?! UNFORGIVEABLE! "You had best cease this game with me and tell me EXACTLY what it is you are and what it is you are after! I do not know /how/ youn managed to conjure so much power so quickly but it doesn't matter... if you don't forfeit the information I want this instant... no power in existence can save you from what I will do...!"
Then that dark, deep purple, aura of PURE malice erupts from his body again... even more powerful than it had been before. The energy begins to flood the whole area like an ominous cloud of choking black death. There is so much malice in the air that birds, previously content with their positions in the trees nearest the temple, take flight. Instinctively trying to flee from that overwhelming threat of death.
COMBATSYS: Vega gathers his will.
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Vega 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Mahuizoh
It takes a few moments for Mahuizoh to roll over and get back up to his feet, and he certainly looks to be damaged rather significantly by the bootprints in his chest. Yet given how wide the gulf was just prior to attacking him, it's still completely inexplicable. The mask is lifted just enough to spit some blood on the rooftops, before the Aztech giggles once more. He seems to relish in the fight, to say the least. "Ohh... that's true. You might know how to deal with me... you and the shriveled man..." He seems to be shaking now. Fear. Finally, he feels fear. But it seems to be ecstatic to Mahuizoh, rather then something inhibiting. "Yet you are also the kind of person I wanted to find...!! You are a demigod, on the path to ascension!! I think we could help each other, hmm?" His arm continues to burn heavily, blood spattering down only to vanish before reaching the rooftop.
However, then flame ripples down his arm, and darting forward, Mahuizoh violently hurls a pyre of flame straight towards Vega, whirling out with far more force then might have been expected. Certainly, an assault that couldn't be called inferior to the Shadaloo titan's own! "I found out how to steal the energy of other people. Each one I sacrified. More and more. A grand mountain of them!! But... hahaha. The ritual to absorb the energy... failed!! You see before you a ghost of the past... rather then drawing in all the energy I stole, I became a touch... cursed. I am only able to use it in a battle... and only at the level of my opponent... and when the fight is over, it disappears again...!!"
Vega seems content to merely stand there across from Mahuizoh, snarling viciously, as he positively OOZES killing intent from every pore! His jaw tightens, flawless teeth-bared, as Mahuizoh DARES to stand before him again. His right hand tightens... balling into a fist... before he begins to seemingly draw all of that dark, suffocating, energy back out from the air. The blackened, deep purple, energy tainted with malice swirls about the Master of Psycho Power's form... slowly being drawn from him again and snaking its way down the length of his arm. All of it is being channeled into that tightly clutched fist by his will alone.
Even whilst doing all of this, Vega effortlessly addresses Mahuizoh... "Yet I am also the sort of person you wished to find...?" He laughs, boisterous, shortly afterward... it's a dark laugh... the kind of a laugh a murderer might emit once he's certain he's caught his prey and there isn't a damn thing they can do abot it! "You are a strange one!!! To seek your death so readily..." That clutched fist springs open and from it a sphere of pure, concentrated, psycho power emerges... burning like fire yet churning like liquid water. It's small but the power crammed into that small space is overwhelming!
Even as Vega continues to channel his Pycho Power, preparing for some manner of attack, he does listen to the explanation Mahuizoh so willingly offers keenly! A wild grin spreading across his face again and as an understanding is reached. "I see! MOST intriguing!" As this is said, the hand is bearing that sphere is raised, palm flat... and it continues to accrue power even now though growing only subtly. "Well...! I suppose that's it then! My curiousity is sated... and I have no more use for you!" Lest he survives this attack... though this is not mentioned. Yes, someone with such unique talents could be useful... but only if they could properly use them!
And suddenly, the sphere of pure malicious psychic intent speeds toward Mahuizoh... intended to collide with and devour his own attack and detroy him utterly. But will it...?
COMBATSYS: Vega fails to slow Chichinahui from Mahuizoh with Psycho Shot.
...NO! It does not! Despite the enormous concentrations of psycho power in that attack, Mahuizoh's furious flaming chi attack simply swallows his own and continues on toward the Psych Power Master not even erring from its course! Vega soon finds himself awash in flames... his body flying backwards toward the opposite end of the roof as Mahizoh's own had done just a few minutes prior!
"Ohhh...? I guess we cannot be friends..." Mahuizoh comments, sounding to only be halfway sarcastic. This is said just prior to the fireball being launched in earnest, as he cackles madly. "I suppose it's true!! We're both half-Gods looking for completion... it would have just been a question of who devoured who first...!" Mahuizoh rushes upwards, flying through the air in a trail of embers and fire. He then lands upon the corner of the temple overlooking Vega as he goes flying away. Tempting. It is tempting to stay. But Vega is far too dangerous. His goal was to determine who at the top of the world would be capable of stopping him... and the answer turned out to be two more then he hoped.
"Oh, well... I still have one more to visit. And I never did get your name..." Mahuizoh then surges fire up his arm, and would be felt condensing every ounce of his power into his hand. A single bright flare of chi, within it holding all of the power he gained by engaging in battle with Vega. Before he hurls it outwards, expanding into a great, roaring sun of pure whirling energy!!
The goal isn't truly to hit Vega. But the massive detonation would shake the ground, fill the sky with bright light, and make the air stink of swirling chi. And in the aftermath... gone. All of the energy within Mahuizoh is gone. He has completely vanished off the radar yet again, even to one of Vega's senses; only the slowly disappearing remnants of his final attack hang behind.
Vega would know that there's little fear of his identity being revealed by this meeting. The fact that the Aztech stumbled on him in such a random manner confirms that much. However, there seems to be a new player in the game woken up from the past... The main question is likely already in Vega's mind.
Will he get in his way and be crushed like an insect?!
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh has targeted Vega with Huehuetoetl.
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh has left the fight here.
...Even as his flesh was being seared by the licking flames... even as the pain - this would be the first time he'd felt pain in months - threatened to overwhelming him... Vega pushes himself up off of the ground. The dark violet flames of his psycho power bursts through his body suddenly, expelling that wretched CHI from his regal form... extinguishing the flames and snuffing out any trace of Mahuizoh's power from his perfect body.
Finally on his feet again, Vega sneers across the way as the stranger makes light of him and speaks of devouring him... as though even an ounce of that power he was using were his own! This made his blood boil again...
...Then that chi attack is hurled outward... detonating and blasting yet more burning, filthy, chi into the area... positively saturating it with overwhelming power. All the Master of Psycho Power can do, in light of this, is brace himself. He throws both massive arms, now naked from the burning he received earlier, up to cover his face and flares his aura out again... hoping to snuff out as much of the chi as he can with his own psychic energy. ... But, eventually, he fails to resist... being swept off of his feet and thrown from the rooftop by the blast to the ground far below.
Whether Mahuizoh knows it or not, he may have just made a very powerful enemy. Especially because, in the end, Vega knows he was defeated not by Mahuizoh but by his own power. Weaaker than no one indeed....
Log created on 21:08:01 08/05/2012 by Mahuizoh, and last modified on 10:17:16 08/06/2012.