Alastor overcharges his circuits

[02:06] Ser Artaghh would cross his arms before him defensively as he assumed the stalwart stance of the fomorian giant, becoming a human pillar of stone as he prepared to serve as an organic punching bag for his senior commander. This wasn't even the first Vishkar to do it.
(Artaghh)
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[02:09] Alastor soon enough lets out a sigh. His hands flex and writhe, before he finally allows the nude skin to rise from under the cape. Slowly, the Rieka moves from his core onto the hands, obviously forcing themselves further slightly.

The green glimmer continues, as the Eternal prepares for the first of a few strikes. A deep breath, before he simply rises the same hand-- With one single burst of energy sent, he aims to displace Artaghh's defensive posture.

"I want to see something, Artaghh." Alastor speaks, still calmly enough. Hair thrown to his back from the blast's knockback, the Oscuri grabs the arcanium blade on his back.

After all, the technique involved the blade anyway.

"I want to see you fighting back. Think of me just like an enemy. The Adrenaline will probably help."
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[02:13] Ser Artaghh would bow his head to Lord Alastor, nodding with certainty as he got the message wide and clear. The only real way to push one's limits on the path of energy was the real deal. Gripping both of his hands around the hilt of his mithril long sword, a flaming shroud of manly blue energy would explode forth around the bald peasant knight, a contrast to the Oscuri lord's emerald green fires.

Raising his blade in preparation for combat, the one eyed swordsman would steel his gaze and prepare to engage in a clash of swords and strength, seeking to aid the Eternal as best he good in his pursuits of advancement by not holding back in the slightest.
(Artaghh)
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[02:20] It was tough for him. Alastor moved in closer soon after Artaghh prepared entirely. Arcanium blade rose high, and the Eternal decided to put his own combat prowess to test. His own style was massively different; While Artaghh's pressed for a midway encounter between defense and offense...

Alastor simply attacked.

The Arcanium blade, tip thinned by the extended use of lunges, moved to attack at the bald Knight repeatedly. Each time it did, a single burst of Rieka would come forth, pushing him until the man was down. But the fight itself did not come with so little to him.

Rieka expanded outwards, but Alastor forced it to contract and remain inside of him. To find his blade as an exit point, allowing it to flow through Colada with no boundaries. But it was obvious; The blade crackled with newfound green energy, but it didn't exactly hold together entirely, worn by the movements.

Alastor himself was panting some, before a single shove followed by a shot of Rieka sent the other knight flying to the other end of the beach, into the sand.

And soon enough, the free hand moved to his back, blade prepared yet again to poke against Artaghh.

"Again. I'm still too comfortable."
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[02:25] Ser Artaghh was put on the defense with the Oscuri lord's relentless flurry of flaming green slashes of Arcanium, his own mithril blade put on the defense and battered even as the bald knight pressed forward with determination towards his superior commander with an ear to ear grin on his face. This was why he'd always liked the Vishkars, they just liked hitting things in a town full of spellweavers, warlocks, liches and beyond.

Yet, Alastor's new concoction of energy, while still not refined, certainly served its purpose as after a fine clash of manly vigor and clanking metal, the bald knight was blasted off his feet by the singing, concussive force of the technique, fiery green energy knocking back the peasant like grape shot in a Valmasian musket. Tumbling to the ground, the knight would bark out in amiable laughter before plunging his sword into the sand, forcing himself back to his feat before reassuming his stance, nodding in preparation for continued combatives with the Lord Eternal.
(Artaghh)
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[02:36] Ser Artaghh would smile as he spit a glob of blood out of his teeth, cracking his neck with a bark of laughter as he paced forth across the grass, engaging once more in fierce, manly swordplay against the lord eternal with ferocity that matched the Oscuri step for step. The peasant had come a long way since he was a shirtless idiot walking the stone paths of Dawn aimlessly. The oath he'd sworn had empowered his pursuits of training, motivated him to break his limits and always grow stronger.

Clank by clank, Ser Artaghh would march forth like a moving glacier, having gained a tell from the offensive flurry of the Oscuri's swordplay from their first duel and adapting his own responses to it. If he was going to press the offense, the bald swordsman would allow him to, welcome it even, and so he matched each coming blow with one of his own, marching towards the fiery green aura of energy of the Oscuri lord with his own blue shroud.

Feet crunching across the grassas the knight saw his opportunity in the brief second he had, pushing forth his fiery shroud in incredible intensity as blood dripped down his forehead, his strength and speed pushed beyond the human's limits as he leaped forth across the field in a mighty, resounding slash across the Eternal's torso with all his might, blade turned sideways so as not to gouge his boss and knocking him back, ending the battle as the bald warrior heaved with bloodied exertion.
(Artaghh)
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[02:45] Alastor had grown stale. He had stopped training always, he had allowed age to get the best out of him. Failure, honestly; It was the only way that he viewed any scenario that did not end with him steamrolling over someone else. No matter what, the Eternal could never lose.

He was, after all, the one that all looked up to. The one that others should aim to get in the same level of. The adaptation from Artaghh's energy shroud was fierce, even if the Oscuri's own proved to try to become more and more oppressive as time went by. Nevertheless, it mostly failed.

A single second was enough to damn him. A hole in his own, cautioned defense. The longsword rose to parry, invoking a shield of Rieka to stop the blow, but the attempt at turning it the other way around was less successful than it could be.

The slash at his torso sent him back, and onto the sand. Armor cut and shattered, Alastor breathed heavily. His own circuits hurt, but he wasn't done yet. Blood dripped from his chest, and he slowly rose up yet again. "It's not over yet."

Posture unmade, something that most swordsmen couldn't even bring themselves any close to making him do. The grip around the blade tightened, a sliver of blood running over the hilt, marked with the green energy that seeped from his body.

It was now aimed outwards.

"Best of three." Alastor spoke, shaking his head to the side, throwing the blood away from his eyes. Soon enough, he dashed forth towards the Knight.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[03:06] Alastor moved in closer to Artaghh for the final time. Best of three, as all gentleman duels were done. Each movement was less fiercely calculated than it would have previously been. Perhaps anyone who actually saw the Oscuri fighting would notice that his Rieka shone briefly more than before.

Even if he was fighting a fellow soldier that served Dawn, at this final time, he was fighting as if he was face to face with one of the most zealotry Huanghese. Every step taken leaves a fierce mark of Rieka behind, stained with ever-brimming holy energy.

His own armor failed him.

His own speed failed him.

There was only one thing that could have brought the slightly smaller Oscuri to victory, and that was to believe in his own gift. His own Rieka carried through, every defensive attempt from Artaghh coming to a standstill when faced with the Oscuri's Rieka.

The Knight's offensive were suppressed by a powerful blow, Rieka conducted to stop his movements. For a few moments, the overpowering green energy aimed to simply stop entirely. Alastor was growing exhausted, and this much was visible, but he continued.

Each time his body started dragging itself back, even if Artaghh continued his offensive whenever he could. And once the Knight retreated into a fully defensive position, the Oscuri did not stop his relentless strike. Even against the shell of energy and pieces of the earth, Alastor continued.

He was going to nag this victory by sheer, brute strength.

Longsword aimed at his defending arm, penetrating into the skin. It was, luckily (given Alastor was not calculating any results of his actions), not hitting anywhere specially harmful and could be healed in a couple of days easily with no problem.

But soon enough it came.

Alastor's own circuitry fried with his own Rieka, spreading into Artaghh's circuits. Enough mana to overcharge his own circuitry, all spent into someone else's, conducted through the Arcanium blade. Soon enough, the Oscuri pulled his own blade out, eyes glimmering with emeraldine energy.

And then, he collapses down onto the ground, at his knees. Blade still glimmers with Rieka, nearly shattering by the extreme conflicting energies, spreading the green at the sand below.

"Good... Good fight." He spits out a glob of blood, likely to simply mean that he is still alive.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[03:08] Chroma Zanders says, "Damn, you two really beat the shit out of each other."
[03:11] Ser Artaghh would grin ear to ear as the Oscuri lord was inspired by the knight's victory, seeming to push him into overdrive as he pressed Artaghh's defense and left him entirely on the defensive, each vicious slam of the Eternal's Arcanium blade slamming back the peasant knight's own with the incredible might of the nobles of Azrael.

Yet, the one eyed swordsman would do exactly as he was ordered, and without any regret, giving it his all as he matched blades and grit his teeth while his circuits were shocked, overloaded and singed as he was beaten down before the familiar, shock of flaming green energy submitted the knight, leaving him kneeling upon the ground in a singing cloud of smoke with his blade planted in a warrior's salute to the Eternal's victory. "That's why ye' are the boss commander. Damned finest blade in Dawn."
(Artaghh)
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