[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/etcIg5u.png[/img]  [img]http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll12/Shiori_Utsuri/cutmypic_zps5eyzku11.png[/img] [h1][color=royalblue]Warped Reality[/color] [color=khaki]V[/color][color=royalblue]S[/color] [color=khaki]Azga the Amazing[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] From his high point above the battlements, it was plain to see that the ferocious bout between king and usurper ended as swiftly as it began, though with a disappointing lack of casualities in Warped's opinion. That there was a sizable chunk missing from the top of the wall really couldn't serve as consolation when the detonation of his Singularity didn't even have shrapnel left to rain on the defenders still atop it.  [color=royalblue]"I suppose you really can only expect to get out what one puts into an endeavor."[/color] He remarked off the cuff, eyes momentarilly considering the grounds below  for an sign of the wounded Nyx to finish off, but it become clear his skills where better suited for fleeing then regicide. In the midst of this fruitless search he caught sight of a flicker of crimson energy darting across the city scape, a spell aimed for targets unknown nor cared for in the eyes of the mischevious mage. [color=royalblue]"Now where did that come from?"[/color] Without a word he opened a portal before him and stepped out farther into the city, atop nearest high rise looking down upon the spell's origin. What waited before him had all the hall marks of a spell caster, staff still beared from the casting seconds prior. [color=royalblue]"By Jove, i think I see a Healer! And here i thought they were as extinct as the dinosaurs!"[/color] [color=khaki]"Hmn~?"[/color] A nearby voice had Azga lifting his head to find its origin. An avatar with a striking blue and white color scheme, for all intents and purposes appearing to be a spellcaster themselves, rested atop the next column over not far off. The displayed avatar name bore his alignment; Ivory Masks. An enemy to Crimson Streak.  Now that's a shame. Azga thoughtfully rubbed at his chin, tilting his head up to the mage. [color=khaki]"I agree. It's not exactly the most useful class afterall. What can I say?"[/color] Azga shrugged his shoulders, his hands outward as his blonde lockes fluttered in the well timed, dramatic breeze. Beneath them both, the sounds of a war while up here it was eerily silent with only the wind to carry their speech.  [color=khaki]"I suppose it takes a certain amount more skill and style to be able to level up this way than the average avatar class, wouldn't you say?"[/color] He ended his statement with a wink, perhaps with an air of flirtaciousness to it. His deep throated laugh echoed around them before he dropped his hands, one hand on his waist and the other resting his staff against his shoulder. [color=khaki]"Azga the Amazing. A pleasure."[/color] [color=royalblue]"Oh there wasn't a doubt in my mind. Truly, Deep Ground is a better place with those like yourself waiting in the wings."[/color] Warped praised through a broad smile, struggling vainly to not double over with delight. The simple pleasure of banter between showmen was not often found among the sea of racers, tankers, and beligerent pugilists who would be hard pressed to form a retort not pertaining to vulgarity or one's mother. [color=royalblue]"On behalf of the Ivory Masks, Warped Reality. Charmed to greet you."[/color] [color=royalblue]"Though talking over such distance is a mite inconvienent. How about you step on up here for a proper confrontation?"[/color] His staff swung about and aimed down to the ground beneath Azga the Amazing's feet, opening a portal just as he had with the Green King. As though swinging a blade, Warped carved his staff upwards towards the heavens and created the exist fifty feet above. [color=royalblue]"I do hope you can stick the landing."[/color] Azga hadn't been expecting Warped Reality's portal abilities, and so fell through at first with much surprised. As he free fell, he righted himself, his white robes dancing around him in the wind as his legs crossed midair, his blonde hair also trailing upward with the sky. The bitter wind as he fell made him tear up, only slightly as he considered something.  [color=khaki]"You want me to get closer to you then...? Heh..."[/color]  Azga couldn't stop the wide grin from forming on his face, chuckling.  [color=khaki]"Sorry, I'm not that easy."[/color] He swung his staff up into the sky with two hands, the likes of which fell limp into a strong, long chain with a hook at the end that snaked down and wrapped itself around the column which Reality stood upon as he fell into its range, the chain retracting quickly and pulling him to his location. His feet hit the sides of the column and he ran up along it vertically, a spell forming in his free hand. [color=khaki]"You'll have to buy me dinner first~!"[/color]    Coming to the top of the column, he lunged at Reality, a simple fireball in hand, outstretched for his body. A dextrous healer? Not unheard of in the game's current paradigm, even if Healer were a rare breed in and of themselves. A healer hurling fireballs? Witch Doctors were a thing. So Warped didn't find himself taken aback when Azga lived up to his title by surmounting the paltry challenge raised before him and went so far as to retaliate with a flare of his own. The flickering orb of baleful flame rushed up the column within the palm of Azga's hand, and as tempting as it was to shake the showman's hand, Warped would have to save that for another life.  [color=royalblue]"Dinner is on me then, but for now, you'll have to settle for this meager offering."[/color] Azga's charge would be met with open air as the Ivory Mask tilted backwards and fell from the opposite side of the pillar. Plummeting in his inverted state, his staff remained pointed upwards and fell in line with the rising Healer. Utilizing his Twin Spells feat, Warped launch two bolts of Antimatter Cascade, firing the projectiles straigh into the piller seperating them to explode with tremendous force. The pillar lessened the blow, but the stone yielded and blew outwards in a chaotic gale of shrapnel. [color=royalblue]"Tuck in!"[/color] [color=khaki]"Huh?!"[/color]  Azga's eyes widened as not only did his hand hit nothing as the opposing mage fell back--momentarily giving a sense of panic as he saw him fall on impulse, but also as the ground beneath his own feet shuddered and exploded outward with him still standing upon it. His fireball, not meeting its target, launched harmlessly up into the air and across the battlefield, crashing into the side of the walls and causing a few well placed bricks to tumble from their holding spot. Azga gave a grunt as he fell backward, the chain in his hand snapping back into shape in his hand as his staff whilst the top portion of the column fell. He inhaled the dust of the breaking stone, coughing ungracefully. Well, that's no good. With a scowl, Azga's feet found themselves on one of the falling pieces of shrapnel and pushed upward, moving from stone to stone in the thick fog of dust, his staff twirling in hand while his free one clenched over a ball of ice forming this time. He launched his hand over where he'd last seen Reality, intent to freeze him in place before his staff cracked with a flourish against the pillar itself as well, sending volts of lightning cascading around the stone while still partially free falling; rock beneath his feet the only thing keeping him from plummeting at this moment. [color=royalblue]"Really now? Are Elementalists a class now?"[/color] Warped barked back in amusement, still falling like a white comet with the fringe of his coat fluttering madly above his inverted form. Timers where in his favor and it appeared his portal would be off cool down before.  Not being disheartened from the rain of stone, ice, and electricity, Warped Reality unleashed his strongest ability to turn Azga's efforts upon himself, when a Singularity would open upon the stone he rode upon. It's gravitational pull tugged upon the debris, pulling it inwards towards the epicenter as though swirling around the eye of a whirlpool.  This didn't mean much to icy projectile still in transit, the singularities pull unable to stop the arcane power. There wasn't the option to kick off the pillar when it would have shocked him, so ultimately Warped decided to accept a bit of fall damage in order to be a cheeky bastard. [color=royalblue]"As much as i appreciate these gifts of yours, i simply can not accept your generosity."[/color] Burning the portal just as it comes off cooldown, the first was opened behind Azga while the second came to form directly in the path of the icy missle, looping it back on its caster. As enjoyable as this was, Rufus was left with little time to right himself and hit the ground, bones creaking as his health bar was nearly halved from the fall.  The next few moments for Azga were absolute hell. Not only did the impossible amount of electrified stone all swarm into him at once, implode against him and take down half his health bar, but the sound of a portal opening behind him registered the fact that it wasn't over. The ice crashed into his lower back, curling around him and dealing a slow chip at his health bar. One fourth left. He felt winded. He had enough sense, free falling with his head toward the ground, to save himself from the fall damage. His hand flung out and the vision of wings spreading from his back glittered, righted himself to ease the last of the fall while his body swooped down. He landed in a crouch, the temporary wings fading away, feathers fluttering up into the air and disappearing like embers. His blue eyes found Reality's, his chest heaving slightly and a smirk on his face. [color=khaki]"Awh, after all the work I put into them? You heartbreaker, you."[/color]  Azga stood with a grunt, eyes glimmering as he raised his staff in front of him, letting it hover and spin in midair. A white aura surrounded Azga. His health bar dialed up to full very quickly. Then he grabbed his staff, running his fingers through his own hair with a sigh of relief, as one might give when stepping out of the shower.  [color=khaki]"Well, since you don't seem to be the type for a typical bout of roses and candies anyway..."[/color] The blonde avatar lifted his fingers to his lips, kissing them as one might do after a superb meal, or marking something as exquisite. Reality was slippery, but there were certainly a few things even a synergized avatar could not run from. [color=khaki]"How about a curse?"[/color] The snap of his fingers were distinct and clear even amidst the chaos that had seemed to pool around them. A status ailment; Curse, appearing on Reality's status screens. Curse is known for chipping away at health fairly quickly, as well as imparting bad luck onto the afflicted player.  [color=khaki]"Honestly, Reality, it's been fun, but there's someone I need to find. Hate to kiss and run, but, you know how fast the world of show business is~"[/color]  Azga pressed his fingers to his lips, his blue jewelry chiming in the wind. He wasn't going to turn his back on Warped Reality yet, however. He felt it would actually be, quite rude, to simply dip out now. Having exhausted his bag of tricks, and really having no such counter to immaterial attacks such as Azga's curse, it was no wonder that the Ivory Mask found his Health Bar steadily on the decline while his feet reacquanted themselves with solid ground.  [color=royalblue]"Oh you wound me. Quite literally, in this case."[/color] He said with a wince, rapidly coming to the conclusion he may have bitten off more then he could chew when Azga seemed to have the monopoly on abilities from Rogue to Mage. [color=royalblue]"Still...it would be rather improper to just let you go without a parting spectacle. Sadly I've run a bit dry on the fantastical, and I appear to only have time for the bombastic!"[/color] Forsaking evasion and defense while the doomsday clock rapidly drew towards 12, he opted for leveling his staff on the unalligned player and unleashing  his Antimatter Cascade two at a time, hoping the 1 action cool down and the volume of Twin Spell would trump Azga with brute force.  [color=royalblue]"I really would rather you survive here. Falling to this feels a little lacking, but what can i say, I have to go down swinging. "[/color] Azga moved to react as soon as he saw Reality's staff raised, but was too slow in raising his force field against the first strike, the second being hit and exploding over the white barrier. Azga gasped, falling back with a significant amount of health down, his heels digging into the dirt and pushing back immediately. The second hit imploded over the barrier, the taste of rust in his mouth, Azga lunged forward after the second spell was cast. The light over his shoulder glitched out, an armored shoulder pad forming and his staff also glitching into a broadsword.  The defenses of the mage down, Azga's former staff impaled through the wilting avatar he'd been going up against, panting heavilly. It would be the last needed bit of damage to get the mage down, he was certain of that. Being in such close proximity to the player he'd been fighting, his lips slowly leaned closer to Reality's ear.  [color=khaki]"Hey,"[/color] A smile on his lips. [color=khaki]"Gg."[/color] [color=royalblue]"Gg."[/color] Warped Reality said, fate sealed on the end of a sword. Considering the profligation of vehicles and artillery, it was a far better end then most could expect to find during the present conflict. Gaze rising to Azga's name above his head, it took only a moment to send a friend request to the surprisingly unalligned player. [color=royalblue]"See you around, Azga."[/color] And with a shattering of glass and burst of partical effect, Warped Reality departed with only a pile of EXP crystals left in his place. Azga the Amazing stared down at the particles, breathless, then shifted his attention over to his status screen. Friend request accepted.  He smiled, then sighed, kneeling down and collecting the EXP crystals.  He leaned against the side of the column when his task was complete, healing himself again, and opened up a new message. [quote] [b]To:[/b] [color=khaki]Warped Reality[/color] [b]From:[/b] [color=khaki]Azga the Amazing[/color] [b]Subject:[/b] [color=khaki]GG[/color] Lunch tomorrow? I'm buying. -Azga [/quote] Azga sent off his message, a slight chuckle at the edge of his tone. Then he picked himself up and dusted himself off. Enough fooling around, time to find Crimson Streak. With a huff, he generated temporary wings again to lift him up to the column then shift, phasing to different columns and peering at the ground to keep an eye open for the Red King.