Saifex Tsuchi: Tsuchi vs Falco I

The wretched bats scattered out like the clearing of mist, pushing its notches in a thin streak across the entirety of the home to Yokai slayers - though allegedly the ensemble that met the depraved king-turned-beast upon the street not far from the royal housing resembled none a Bysonian.

They would be met with an undead, immortal king feasting upon the neck of a fearfully paralyzed woman grappled in his arms, her eyes soulless as he crushed her - but it drew no blood. No, this singularity of a vampire merely sated Cain's curse with the thrill of destruction and mayhem…

Yet, it could not escape the clutches of the detriments to not drinking - there was a certain neck he had been bloodsucking-chaste for these days - thus, it had shriveled arms, cheekbones accentuated as his cheeks and eyes caved in.

It was the sight of a monster, even if bloodless. And it sneered, chortled and held the woman in a single hand--

Snap. It turns towards the next civilian victim… assuming the area hadn't been vacated yet.
(Colden Falco)

Through the tormented crowds fleeing from the source of public trauma-- What was once a man known to many, but hardly to that of Saifex; His lack of knowledge of recent politics, considering his imprisonment at the hands of Vampire kindred, namely Radu for a nigh decade via mental domination, has left him lost for the identity of this man. Such introductions relied solely on Seona's own, as he arrived without much word to his person, siding by her to face this beast.

"The Code of the Tsuchi prevents me from leaving the odds of victory uneven in a duel between two honorable combatants.." He started, rather solemn in his initial tone. "But -you- are not an honorable combatant, moreoff a monster... And I'l see to it you return to the dark pit you came from!"
Generated gales were summoned from his stationary person, buffeting at the citizens that still charged off for the distances away from the assailants-- Aegis Historia stood ready in the distance, alloting space for the intercepting magi to combat against the Vampiric menace.

The Tsuchi Elite settled himself into a sturdy horse stance, finally spawning the source of the artificially crafted winds from his figure in the form of magically induced static, gattling about his physique as he dwelved for the essence that idled within his being. Conduction, finally earned the response of nature unto his being, smiting him with a single bolt of static's embrace, providing the imagery of lightning crashing down from the heavens above unto this exclaiming Drakanite below!

A brief flash of light, and shockwave birthed in the making, swiping at bystanders and combatants alike--
The aftermath proved nothing more than a simple Half-shift from Saifex's personage, complemented with the exaggeration of physicality to imply bulkening of his circuit.

Hyped, the warrior stood in wait, awaiting the first break from this hiatus.
(Saifex Tsuchi)

The battle-hardened magi of the ostracized Tsuchi family appeared to have reared their horses and intercepted the kingly vampire's pastime, compelling Colden's empty, sang-froid gaze to linger upon the poised dragon-blessed warriors for an uncomfortable amount of time.

Gaudy theatrics aside, the vampire swiftly cloaked itself in the most repulsive, wretched of daemonic energies, a dead body devoid of the blessings of magi fueled by a curse marionette-ing about for a lack of words to define him without using neologism.

Whereas the two Drakanites swirled by nonesuch flames, set ablaze in a display of maleficent yet elegant blue, the vampire was a blotch in the environment - a scourge to the lands, a questionable existence in the physical plane and realm...

And very much unlike Seona's semantical ethics and sentiments, the vampire guffawed and smirked; and very much unlike Saifex's predisposition to battle and approach to adversity, the depraved 'beast' lurched a bit, shaking side to side before stabbing the air towards them with the blood-bruised and dulled blunt edge of his sledgehammer.

"No- No! No! Nooo! We are no monsters, we are naught but superior beings…" It spoke hollowly, its voice lacking any semblance of humanity and wholly grating as if spoken by a rotting corpse; any shred of depravity wafting off from its frame navigating inwards for a second--

Before bursting out in a display of raw muscular and blood-imbued force, "And tonight is your final!"

He unged forth, intent on drawing blood.
(Colden Falco)

What once felt to be an accompaniment to Saifex's aid was naught but a brave paladin midst the Aegis ranks, dispatched in seconds by the likes of Colden with the equivalence of the first civillian that got in his way. A snarl from the Tsuchi Elite, witnessing yet another soldier brutalized with the mere approach of the vampiric beast begun his own charge, sprinting in reverence to his opponent with the confidence to meet him at the midpoint of their conflict.

The vampiric monstosity sported superior strength and speed to that of the Drakanite, but with a flash of light emanated from his figure, the figure transcended into a steady stream of aurelian light, scouring over the land's surface to build up momentum with his conflaguration's jetting capability, enhancing his own speed and the illusion of heightened might with his crashing.

A hammer came down, and a jet empowered fist ascended, clashing into that of one's chestal region, just as the weapon slammed into his backside, battering him to the soils below. Impact alone, forced Saifex to bounce off of the grounds, eyes widened and maws agape, though far from meeting his threshold of pain. A bite down left the Tsuchi to quickly recover, planting both arms into the grounds, legs were scooted under him, providing him with the leverage to bounce up from his descent into an exagerated uppercut to the jaw!

The flames he weilded flaired, ascending in temperature and ferocity to launch the Drakanite for the heavens above, propelling Colden yards into the distance, likely to slide and recover to bare witness to Saifex Tsuchi's brand of pyromantic influenced flight, arching from the air above and plummeting for his stature.
"There's a reason why I'm known as a vampire slayer around these parts!" He exclaimed at the top of his lungs, hinting to his former reputation.

Swathed in his own blaze, screaming in the wake of the atmosphere he pierced, transcending down the color spectrum as he closed the distance to adopt an azure arrangement of hues, Saifex crashed into Colden head on, dragging him across the cobblestone paved roads and grasses in their wake, shattering the grounds and disrupting the general setting in their scuffle, leaving the vampire to lay at the end of an elongated crater in the earth.

Saifex, hopped back some feet, glaring down upon his works, arms crossed and person silent in expectation to Colden's recovery from the strike.
"...You're not done yet, are you?"
(Saifex Tsuchi)

Earth-shattering and bone-crushing blunt trauma from bone-white dead knuckles lambast the Drakanite, yet the virility of the dragon-blessed was nothing to trifle with, it seemed-- from an exchange of executing hooks to incurring flaming uppercuts, Colden's moon-white skin is seared, torn and splattered across the cobblestones beneath their foothold; something akin to a grotesque caricature of human flesh.

Dragged he was, at the whim of the incendiary-arts master, whether whimsically or not, left in a crater of fire and gore.

One…two…three…five seconds passed - each akin to an eternity in the heat of battle - but this was not the end of this Cain-blood; this was naught but the beginning. Not once had his puppet-like movements changed in nature - rising like a stiff door, after recovering like a puddle converging back into a sphere, Colden returns.

Emblematic as it was, the curse blared wildly and surged ablaze in a streak of sanguine blood-mist akin to the intensity of the Tsuchi's flames, with a twist of carnage and lifelessness.

But it was not only his body that had returned to a pristine condition - Colden's feral onslaught and charging at Saifex resumed with a mild increment in ire, each swing possessing more might as it swings tirelessly.
(Colden Falco)

It was joyous as they swooped across craters, shaped the landscape with their fists alone and constructed obstacles against one another in a battle of guile -- but the Drakanite suffered a caveat whereas the Vampire triumphed.

It could vanish and move quickly enough to disillusion a person's visual acuity, Colden exploiting this facet of his natural abilities to its utmost, swinging forth his hammer to clash with the mana-empowered guard and tough scales of dragon-ilk.

Notwithstanding, this wasn't a new life; it was a continuation in a superior state and existence, parts of the former King's personality adjusted to the curse--

No, this was the blessing of Cain. Consequently, due to that, he still harbored an infatuation with battle.

With an infectious smile does the vampire manage a momentous, barely-nicking evasion against Saifex, hammering his sledgehammer against the Tsuchi's tough torso; perhaps it was a moment's reprieve, or perhaps he awaited further frolicking in the satisfying carnage they composed mutually.

The kingly vampire spoke no words -- its face of euphoria spoke volumes.
(Colden Falco)

The enviornment, once a sturdy portion of the village was under siege by their clash alone--
The pure usage of fire was one's strength, one's resolve, one's will, and one's solution to the conundrum that plagued the scene! Though, in this bout, he was caught off guard, a moment's failure resulted in Colden's sledgehammer crushed into his bare abdomen, forcing a wince from his figure, feeling nigh crippling pain rupturing through the flesh, testing the might of bone prior to launching him across the unscathed cobblestone, marked only by ashes.

Upon such surface he skidded alongside his back, writhing in the agony forced upon the flesh, pained but not yet defeated. Breath still eased past his lips, and thus, enough reason, in conjunction to the flames that symbolized his ambition to prove himself, his passion to ascend to new limits, and the Will to take hold of victory!

He strained to rise back up to his feet, but in the end, despite the bruises upon his exposed upperbody, he was still standing and more than willing to see the scuffle to its end.
"...I'm far from done yet... " He uttered fixating his stance some distance away to correctly face Colden, though, with an odd expression upon his visage: One of confidence-- Cocky as always.
"I'm just beginning to tap into my power..." He boasted, teeth promptly grit to succumb the situation into an empowering procedure, summoning forth what might he possessed to feed his flames with the mana from his circuit, overclocking it and even tapping into the untouched reserves of his form, manipulating the tainted essence from even Nymus that took shape in his form as fabricated extentions of the Yokai's Magic: Occultism, even as it idled in his figure, so faint and feeble.

The flames roared, generated winds buffeting at what scenery remained, bringing ascension to the spare chunks of shattered earth, attempting to leave the powers of himself and others still likely to be in conflict asunder in terms of magnitude. All of which, complemented by a prideful Drakanite's battlecry incrementing in pitch to meet its climax in volume once he met the peak of his power-- Prelude to the epitome of the clashes to be upheld.

"Let's see you settle up against this!" He exclaimed, kicking off from his standpoint to transform himself into an animated pillar of sapphire pyre, intent on ending this scuffle.
(Saifex Tsuchi)

The battle between the Tsuchi Elite and Vampire waged on, leaving the earth below broken and taunted by the furthering of their clash!
An explosion captured the air, darkening the world below in the coming of a second sun-- In the midst of such, a hovering Vampire, coming head to head against a full-powered Saifex, both of which intertwined thanks to Saifex's capability to grasp at the wrists of the beast before the sledgehammer could be slung into his figure once more.

It was the momentum of flames launching the Drakanite's winged body against the Vampire's sheer might... And slowly, inching into his favor!
A grin surfaced across his visage, growing ever-the-more confident now that his power was boasted before his adversary.
"Not so confident now, are we?!" He boasted, referencing to the joy witnessed upon Colden's face once a temporary victory had been mised against Saifex for a moment midst the conflict.

The growl of the man arose through the auditory ranks, testing the threshold of inviting ears, and complemented only by the searing aura that swathed them both in a heat-dome, condensed the engulf both the Master Pyromancer, and Colden. A sudden pulsation from within, brought by the slip of Colden's own behalf birthed the sight of spiralling silhuoettes from outside the levitating spheroid of pyre.
From its base, spawned a plummeting figure, the scream of the atmosphere suffering his superheated descent sung through the skies, interupted by the harsh crash of his fall, plumming up dust and debris--
A small mushroom cloud arose from the impact of earth against Colden's stature, but such was far from the extent Saifex was willing to go!

By now, Colden could make his escape, but the Tsuchi Elite was intent on attempting a finisher regardless from an aerial perspective. The heat dome manifested by the conjurer within condensed about the sole individual within, tainting the color of the enviornment with a faint tangerine. One's voice rung out for all to hear below, the taunt of a warrior willing to seal his victory.

"If you're as you act, just stay RIGHT where you are!" He exclaimed, transforming the flaired aura into a technique judging from the shift in his stance, hovering thanks to the pyromantic influence flight revealed prior. Arms were risen above his form, crunching down his aura, into a concentrated sphere that fit betwixt the fingers that heaved backwards to exercise maximum momentum in its execution.

"Incendiary Art: Dragon's Maw-
FIRE

Arms peeled over to pelt the blast down for the earth below, explusion from his figure giving him mild bounce in his flight, now powered by his Draconic Wings. A single orb crafted naught of typical pyromancy, but of the ascended art that was the malleable Incendiary brand, imitating that of Energy constructs with the expectation to create of dome of consolidated fires for impressive destructive power...

Though, he'd miss, leaving only the extensive shockwave to batter at the Vampire, likely leaving him scorched and toiled for the distance, followed by the anticipating emerald hues of Saifex--
Descending for the earth once more, he brushed off at his right shoulder, taking inspection unto the surroundings for results of the other battles to unfold, or unnoted opposition.
(Saifex Tsuchi)

Colden Falco: <*Rolls around like a tumbleweed until his body-turned-tar crashes into a tree, leaving a gash in the wooden construct of nature!*>