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Current Watch this if you want a laugh 😂
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Well where was the humor then??
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That's probably your giant asshole talking.
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I would expect dark and DIRTY from giant assholes actually.
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Nobody gives a hoot!! Lol


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The sun hangs high in the sky, granting it's delicate warm touch to all that would stand in path of it's rays; a young raven for instance. No older than middle age the bird stretched out its’ 8 inch wing span and flapped lightly, gliding effortlessly atop the winds. From its flight pattern it seemed evident that it made it's way into the very center of a massive kingdom, the kingdom of Tigonna; the only piece of land on this tiny planet. It flew, more specifically, to a pile of rubbish which sat just beyond the market; this pile was often left here for weeks on end to allow for the kingdoms less fortunate citizens to dig through rotting meat and produce to find their entrée for the day. It's talons made brief little scratches as it's wings lowered it softly onto the cobblestones below, before the raven began to pick away at the veritable buffet before it.

The raven had been pecking at the rotted remains of a small feline when it was suddenly distracted by a series of noises which seemed to be getting closer. Curious the little bird cocked it's head and began to hop it's way towards a door until it stood in front of it and simply stared at it's wooden surface; head cocking to and fro when all of the sudden it was thrown open with incredible force. By the time the raven realized what exactly was happening its frail body had already been crushed between the door and a wall; destroying the larger of it's bones in an instant and leaving it to fall in a heap in agony while flapping it's one good wing now in a failed attempt to escape. As it lay there, more twitching now than anything, it saw the last image it would ever see; a man dressed in black robes pulled partially over his face. What was visible of the man’s face as he tore passed curious onlookers was visibly contorted into a look of terror; one eye open as wide as physically possible and almost entirely overtaken by his iris and a strange frown/cowl painted across half his mouth. He only used one of his arms to pump himself forward as he dashed passed the crowd; the other was clutched close to his chest, balled into as tight as fist as he could muster and had tufts of vanilla colored paper sticking out both ends.

After putting a good twenty feet between himself and the doorway, the man could be seen throwing a quick glance over his shoulder without slowing his pace; a horrified shriek passing his lips that caused a wave of panic to spread through the crowd as he turned and doubled his efforts of escape. Many turned to look at what had elicited such a fearful scream; seeing only a strange red mist billowing amongst the ankles of the citizens and coming from the doorway the man had used. A wave of worried whispers whisked through the onlookers as hundreds of feet began to shuffle backwards in cautious bewilderment; the strange substance lurching and rolling over itself as it began picking up speed.

The man’s head snapped round again and caused the hood to fling itself backwards; exposing an obviously fresh and large burn like wound over his right eye and cheek that went so far as to expose the bones underneath.

“Leave me be!” the man hollered over his shoulder at the mist; oblivious to the fact that he was no longer running in as straight a line as he planned.

As he turned his head back around he was greet with the sight of a quickly approaching stone wall; against which he smashed his face and body before bouncing off of it and getting throwing to his ass. Coughing and gasping now, the man could only right himself enough so that he was kneeling on the ground, when he saw that the mist was so close that it was pointless to run anymore. Throwing his hands together, the man interlocked his fingers and rose his arms into the air in a pleading motion; blood dripping off of the man’s chin from both his broken nose and a gash on his forehead.

“No!” the man screamed, his entire body visibly shaking “No! please no; I-I’m sorry!” the man was spitting, spraying and drooling as he babbled towards the mist.

“He’s mad!” a mans deep voice boomed over the crowd.

“Someone do something!” a woman’s gentle voice called out. “There are children here!”

“Guards!” a number of voices called out from the crowd as parents began herding their children away from the scene.

The terror did not waver from the man’s face and he was now shuffling backwards on his knees as he mumbled incoherently through his sobs. The man released the grip his hands had on one another which caused a crumpled up, but still sealed, envelope to tumble across the ground. The vanilla tinted paper was embossed with two bold letters in a glistening, almost living, crimson ink; XB. Stolen from a tomb of red stone that had been discovered a few miles out of town.

“HAVE MERC-eck!” the man had begun to yell like only a dying man can; when his own right hand suddenly darted through the air and latched onto his throat; stopping his words in an instant as the veins of his neck began to bulge.

Like a trapped animal the man began to attack his own arm as viciously as he was able; punching, slapping, yanking and even tearing chunks of flesh free with his nails in a futile effort to free himself. With his face now coated in the spray of his own blood and his arm dripping a steady stream; the man’s face began to turn red as his lower limbs started to thrash about frantically. Try as he might, the man was unable to move his left hand a single inch; the red tone quickly shifting to a purple one as blood began to fill the whites of his eyes.

“By Quil; he’s killing himself! Someone stop him!” an older woman’s voice broke through his gurgles.

“Aside!” a very deep and manly voice commanded as the sound of clinking metal filled the area. “Aside I say! Make room for the Kings Guard you unruly peasants!” before long, 4 burly men dawned in shiny metallic armor were able to shove their way to the front of the pack and surround the man on four equal sides.

“You there” the same commanding voice boomed “Stop this nonsense at once!”

Blood filled eyes flickered towards the guard who bellowed at him, but he had not the strength to even quiver his lip and could only stare at the darkening image before him.

“I said stop!” the Captain yelled; moving forward while reaching out so as to grab onto the man’s right hand.

Just as the Captain was able to make contact with the arm, the man’s entire body was suddenly wrenched from the ground and lifted almost 9 feet into the air; lifting the Captain up and off his feet as well before he lost grip and subsequently fell to his back in the dirt. Meanwhile, some unknown and unseen force held the choking man in the air while he held his own hand tightly over his throat.

“By Quil…” the guardsmen spoke softly as they all took a few hesitant steps backwards. The Captain could not even bring himself to stand and could only shuffle backwards on his hands, butt and feet.

The man kicked his legs and flailed his free arm for only a second before his body finally started to go limp; the unconsciousness of being oxygen deprived finally setting in place. It was in that moment that it seemed he would die that the man was finally able to take in a deep, gasping breath as he spit and choked on his own blood. The crimson mist that had gathered before him began to rise into the air now; creating a roughly human like structure that appeared to have a hold of the man’s body with only one 'appendage' on his hand and throat.

The wind itself seemed to whisper to the man as hundreds of different voices whispered incoherently from all around the crowd. To them, it sounded like nothing more than noise; however it seemed to be eliciting a response from the floating man.

“I…” he began in a raspy voice “I was only trying to make some coin… everyone thought you were gone.. I didn’t know!”

The cloud seemed to lift the man an extra foot into the air before suddenly thrusting him against the ground with an incredible amount of force. The subtle squish of torn flesh and the plethora of snaps and cracks from broken bones filled the airways as the man’s body broken in one mighty swing; leaving behind a puddle of blood and guts on the ground as he was lifted up and slammed into the ground once again. This impact acted like a horrid Gallagher Gag and sprayed the Faces and bodies of many bystanders in the crowd; whose faces were already locked with looks of utter disgust and disbelief as their minds attempted to process what had just happened.

The arm of the crimson figure now receded back within the larger cloud just as two red orbs the size of cheeries suddenly popped into being near the top of the cloud; two red eyes that seemed to be staring straight into the soul of the Captain as he lay on the ground, to afraid to move an inch. The figures position shifted slowly and subtly, allowing it to regrow it’s appendage and grab hold of the crinkled letter on the ground; the paper beginning to dissolve almost instantly as it was touched and drawn into the thicker portions of the figures body.

It moved now towards the Captain, who responded in kind by shuffling backwards as fast as he could; before an appendage lurched from within the cloud and grabbed hold of his leg.

“Ahh!” the man shrieked like a woman; thrashing his leg about in a violent manner so as to try and shake it free. As he did this though, another appendage fired from within the cloud; this one covered in an ashy grey flesh that felt like cardboard as it grabbed hold of the Captains jaw.

Your. King.” A thousand voices boomed from everywhere and nowhere at the same time; causing the entire crowd to cover their ears in pain as their noses began to bleed. “Has. Damned. You.

The last thing the guard would see, was the expansion of the two glowing orbs in the figures head; becoming two flickering pockets of red flames in the process. This began an impossible reaction with the crimson fog the beings body was comprised off as all but one of the microscopic particles erupted into crimson flames that spread throughout a massive area in the blink of an eye. Any person that stood outside in the Kingdom of Tigonna was vaporized in an instant; their ashes burned away as thousands of dying screams echoed through the air. Buildings were set ablaze and anyone left, would have to deal with the possibility that the entire town was about to burn to the ground.

Only one single particle had been spared from the violent ignition process; utilizing the violent explosions to propel itself off the face of this puny planet and into the cosmos.

The single speck of energy would inevitably find it's floating through the hall of the Lobby, winding and weaving through the airwaves in an almost random fashion; sometimes gliding along the top of, or very near to, some of the electronics on the wall, causing their lights to dim and flicker whilst any computer screens were filled momentarily with a strange red static. The electrical disturbances halted as the particle exited the hallway of the entrance and floated towards the receptionist; coming to a stop just a few feet away from her while floating about 6 feet off of the ground. As the speck came to a stop, a high pitched ringing suddenly filled the lobby as it vibrated at an incredibly high frequency. This first vibration signaled an established connection to some unseen force elsewhere in the cosmos; causing an incredible spike in the surrounding energy levels as the speck began to rapidly multiply at an exponential rate. It would have looked as though someone was pouring red sand onto the floor and some unnatural force was preventing it from spreading outwards; creating a roiling crimson cloud with a roughly cylindrical shape and comprised of millions and millions of energy particles.

The vibrations of the particles ebbed away as the energy levels within the Lobby would have finally began to stabilize; the rotations of the particles inside slowing to a crawl as it began to release snaps, cracks and pops from within. The vast majority of the particles were currently undergoing a change of state for Energy to Physical as they took on the form of a crimson metal; evidenced by the glimmering that could be seen within the cloud as droplets of liquid metal began to patterns against the floor. Anyone with a keen enough eye would be able to see the rapid construction of a massive and metallic skeletal structure inside; eventually stretching out beyond the top of the cloud a good 3 inches to expose a metallic forehead and empty eye sockets. When that was complete, microscopic threads of metal began to manifest themselves and starting at the feet they began wrapping tightly to the once bare frame; adding several inches worth of red metallic muscles and tendons as they wove in and out of the structure and ended once again on the exposed portions of the face. Slowly now the cloud of particles began to lose it’s density, while the image of the bare muscles started to fade away; the cloud of energy particulate combining to create a fleshy layer over the entire body.

While the grizzly nature of the face, the chiseled abdomen and stacked pectoral muscles, covered in a mix of scars, would be the first hint at the beings intended sex; there were no genitals to be found upon the pubic mound of this being. Nor would he be dawning a pair of trousers to hide this fact. Now, the eyelids which had been built over the once empty eye sockets would suddenly spring open; revealing them to be deep, rolling pools of a dark crimson light. Meanwhile; shoulder length Onyx black hair was forced through the skin of his scalp and the brows of his eyes.

Most would know not the identity of the strange, naked man who now stood almost directly to the slack jawed receptionist; there is, after all, little to no mention in any records of a man known as Xavier Bloodbayne as most who cross his path never speak again.

“N-name and invitation?” the female spoke timidly towards him; almost unsure if she should speak at all.

Those red eyes shifted to the right in a single twitch of motion; staring straight into and through the eyes of the frail woman. Not once would his lips move even a micron, and yet the woman would be suddenly aware of hundreds of voices within her mind that all spoke in different octaves.

Bloodbayne the voices boomed in her mind as her vision went hazy. As she heard his words echoed in her head, Xavier held his hand out and summoned a burst of crimson particles from the palm of his hand; reconstructing the embossed envelope that he had only recently retrieved. The woman could be seen visibly shuddering as a thin droplet of blood ran from her nostril to her chin.

With a shaky hand the woman scribbled a wavy line on her tablet device before motioning to the rather empty room behind her; indicating that he should go there. She dared not speak to him again.

Without acknowledging the woman again, Xavier walked forward and further into the Lobby. A few people had arrived ahead of him and the urge to start attacking was a hard one to stifle, but stifled it was. The chance to fight the toughest of these people would soon be upon him.

By this point, Leo was simply standing as still as a statue amongst the ice crystals; the light blue glow of the orb in his gauntlet now ebbing back into existence. As he began to ponder what his next move would be, he was suddenly aware of a heavy, crunching rhythm that was moving away from him with haste; it seemed that Rivet was trying to further the distance between them yet again. What he didn't know was that Leo's hearing was far superior to that of a normal man and as Rivet put boot to ground; Leo could hear it as though he were right next to it.

Leo's left hand tightened into a solid fist which caused the orb to glisten vibrantly whilst the ice crystals that clung to the weapons around him shattered into large, razor sharp chunks and hung in the air. Now, as Leo allowed his fist to lessen and his fingers to splay out, the ice spikes would flide through the air until at least two hundred razor sharp ice crystals 3 inches long and 2 inches thick covered the air around him. With a simple flick of the wrist these spikes were sent flying through the air at 50 mph; leaving only 3 seconds of silent flight time before these spikes would be upon their target.

It wasn't a tight area that the spikes were trying to cover but rather a broad, shotgun like coverage area that was designed to hit a broad area. In almost perfect fashion, the spikes aligned themselves so as to leave only 6 inches of space between them and their neighbors. Each of these razor sharp spikes would have been enough to cause fatal damage; so having the air filled with them could definitely be considered overkill. Their creation was practically silent and the same could be said of their flight; with only the sound of the wind distorting around the smooth spikes preceeding their arrival.
Definitely interested!
Had Lord Rivet waited even a second after breaching the side of the Arctic blast, he may have been able to see just how far off his aim had ended up being. What he shot for was the last position he knew Leo to be standing in, when Leo had been readying to leave his position before the blast was ever created. A relaxation of his muscles prior to his freezing slash allowed him to dash forward with relative ease; diving into the stil thick cloud of ice particles and steam that had been created from his blast. The temperature was equalizing quickly, but the air still sent a bit of a chill down his spine.

As he entered the fog, the vibrations of a powerful gunshot tore through the air as the shot Rivet took at Leo's last know position missed his body by what may have been a mile. A smirk touched at Leo's lips again, but he focused on the task at hand; maneuvering between the large ice mounds until he finally reached what he felt was relatively close to the center. The air was chilling and his breath fogged in the air; but he was more than capable of dealing with this low temperature for the time being. This was his stage now.

A crack sounded out followed by a metallic slicing as Leo slammed his blade into the frozen earth; parting it like warm butter. The force of the impact seemed to dislodge the blue orb from the rainguard, causing it to begin to fall through the air. It was however snatched from the air by Leo's right hand, which moved to depress a metallic square upon the back of his left hand; opening a compartment in the gauntlet that held a perfectly spherical indentation inside. The light blue orb was placed into this socket and the compartment was closed; all he would need is the remaining few seconds it would take for the energy to return to the orb.
As the stone segments sank into place; Leo watched as the strange cane that Lord Rivet held had the greater majority of its wooden form stripped away to reveal a glistening blade within. A blade hidden within a mundane travel tool? Quite the clever ploy. Other than that, his top hatted opponent simply continued to run away; was he retreating? Had Leo scared him off? A little smirk touched Leo's lips as he realized that Rivet was trying to gain and maintain distance between them, no doubt looking to use his ranged weapons to his advantage. There was, afterall, no way he could know of Leo's extensive history of fighting enemies with fully automatic firearms and how confident he felt with the growing distance.

Even with this great distance between them; Leo could see the details of Lord Rivets positioning as clearly as if he was standing 10 feet away from him. This allowed him to see the instant that the momentum which carried Mr. Fancy-Pants suddenly vanish as he came to a standstill; eliciting a counter attack from Leo in that same moment. The charged blade was slashed through the air before him as quickly as his enhanced body would allow; cleaving through the air in a fraction of a second and leaving a steamy gash in the air before him as the energy from his blade was transferred to the surrounding air. Through this misty streak, Leo could see Lord Rivet turn his body and align himself for a shot; his eyes turning translucent once more as the muscles of both his legs and his left ankle began relaxing so as to allow flexing.

Before he would move an inch though, a gust of wind suddenly manifested itself from his body and blew towards Lord Rivet at nearly 60MPH; picking up and spreading out the Ice Materia that was hanging in the air. This would create what Leo had dubbed the 'Arctic Wind', a massive gust of wind capable of drasticslly dropping the temperature of any encompassed air to a bitter temperature of -400 Degrees Fahrenheit; coating all physical objects in it's grasp with thick blue ice crystals. The size of this blast would start out at 6 feet wide; as large as the stroke of Leo's blade that called it into being. By the time it reached his now stopped opponent just a second and a half later, it would encompass 12 feet across and 10 foot high; a proper freezing windstorm hard right for him.
Like a wisp of smoke, the missed throwing knife vanished into thin air until it would finally lose speed some hundreds of feet away; embedding itself within the dirt with a solid metallic thud. There was more to this Lord Rivet than the first look had told Leo; to be able to read the briefest of movements from his hands and act upon it appropriately would require an incredible attention to detail as well as fairly quick reaction speeds. These talents helped to explain the audacious plan of introducing himself at the beginning of the battle; there was more to this man than a first glance could show and he was obviously very penisy about his chances . (Family Guy joke, not just an idiot.)

Leos eyes never left Rivets body as he reacted to the thrown knife; their focus falling to his hands as they made a motion within the man’s coat; withdrawing a strange looking handgun with a broad mouthed barrel and a cane of sorts. The man had a firearm at his disposal, so why hadn’t he fired it the instant he was attacked? Whatever the reasoning, Leo accepted the man’s mistake and began planning out his next few moves.

While Rivet was running to the right (from Leo’s eyes) two stones came to life on his body; the brown one on his buckle and the blue one on his sword. In response, the ground around Leo began to fracture, the fractured pieces fracturing again and again and again until they were just specks of stone. The hunks of stone would glide through the air, fusing themselves to the different portions of Leo’s less armored body, which were his thighs, waist, arms, neck and head; adding flesh toned segments of hardened stone that would allow for good mobility. At the same time, the surface of his blade was overcome with a light layer of frost and left a frost aura in the air as it was cocked back; Leo’s eyes locked upon Lord Rivet as he awaited some sort of opening.

Those azure eyes gave a bit of a wiggle as their gaze shifted to the man who spoke; identifying himself as a man named Rivet who bore the title of 'Lord'. As the man spoke, Leo allowed his gaze to snap this way and that; taking note of the man's tophat, mustache and the rather fanciful nature of his clothing. This man didn't seem as though he were ready for a battle of any sort, but sure enough he was not only read for battle; but ready to battle him. For someone who just announced he planned to fight, this 'Lord' Rivet was far too trusting a man to just stand there and talk. The battlefield was no place for jaunty Johnny's.

"So.. then.." Lord Rivet spoke. Allowing the tips of Leo's right index finger and thumb grasp the handle of one of the throwing knives; a light blue glow starting throughout the blade.

"Shall..we.." Leo's eyes fixed onto the the man's top hat; aiming just below the top of it. The man didn't seem aware of the opening he had presented, and while Leo didn't want to end the fight right there, he did want the man to feel some pressure from his mistake.

"Do..this.." the pressure Leo exerted with his finger and thumb increased exponentially whilst his arm tensed, preparing for the launch. "The...way.." Leo's eyes went from their blue tone as an ethereal breeze tousled hair hair as the tips became almost translucent. "Of... gentlemen.." with a swift and gentle motion the throwing knife was sent flying through the air like a bullet; a mystical force allowing it to cut through the air unabated so as to, hopefully, smack the still talking man's hat from his head in just a single second.
A mistake it may have been; but his final mistake? Not even close.

What his opponent clearly did not realize, was that Dread Metal was unlike any metal he had seen before; in its hardened state, which the entirety of his body is comprised of, Dread Metal is 4 times as dense and strong as a sheet of steel of comparable size and quantity. This strength is due in large to the fact that Xavier has total control of the single ingredient that Dread Metal is made of; Dread Metal. With the ability to freely manipulate the size of individual atoms during the metals creation, Xavier was able to fill every gap, grain or other defect the metal exuded until it possessed an impossibly flawless crystal structure. Not only was it 4 times as strong and dense as the crystal structure possessed by steel; the alignment of it’s atomic structure prevented it from having a Brittle-to-Ductile Transition at even Absolute Zero temperatures as well as preventing the infiltration of any encroaching ice particles. They would encase the different pieces of his metallic anatomy and continue to render him immobile, of course; but their structure would be left in practically perfect condition and undamaged by the ice itself.

In essence, it was relatively futile to fight Xavier in a way that sought to freeze and smash his metal; as the metal could never be shattered. The situation was made worse by the fact that everything from his muscles and bones to the brain in Xaviers head was made of Dread Metal in some fashion and would protect the individual parts in question from the encroaching ice. The brain may not have been as tough as the hardened muscles of his body; but what it lost in toughness it would gain in malleability and ductility as the softer, but still tough, metal from which it was made would allow it to be squished, rattled and even stabbed if enough force is used, but not destroyed by the force of the explosions. One could almost compare the damage done to it to that of a severe concussion; symptoms of which Xavier would exude the moment he regained lucidity.

With Xavier’s mind essentially out of commission, it was all that his particles could do to cling to the last spaces they had been ordered to; their field distorting around the massive explosions but coming back together in their wake of it’s own volition. Within his mind, Xavier could see and feel the explosions as they came upon him; though they did not come across as their trues selves once perceived by his minds eye.

On either side of the space he was aware of; a vicious rumbling was tearing through the sea of red ghosts that were attempting to lash out at him; scattering the individual particles which composed them to the darkness. Xavier’s gaze shifted to the left, where what appeared to be an armor clad woman twice as tall as himself. The eyes of the woman were the only things that weren’t made of the red particles; a pair of blazing emerald green flames flickering as she tore through the creatures. If Xavier had a heart; it would have skipped a beat. This was the woman whose death had heralded the creation of Xavier as he now knew himself.

Tearing his gaze away from her, Xavier looked to his right, at the other source of rumbling, where he saw the 3 times enlarged upper half of a man’s body, empty spaces in it’s face giving the impression of pitch black eyes. It was tearing it’s way through on stump and hand through the creatures. The father who disowned him and who he had failed to save. Both he and the woman seeming to grow larger in size with each move they made.

Two feelings flooded Xaviers mind at that moment; fear and anger. Which left only two options; fight, or flight.

Before he knew it, the two had lunged themselves upon him and he found himself sandwiched between an abhorrently obscene amount of pressure. He could feel it pressing against him; an ethereal shattering echoing in his mind before the sound of the explosions rocked the darkness with untold waves of red energy. As the two perceived threats slammed into his body; a number of different things began to happen.

Xavier knew not that the threats were less than they seemed and as they slammed into his body and began tearing it up; he attempted to defend himself by hardening his body from the inside out as he tried to let out a scream of hate and anger. The metal of his body responded in kind, the depths of every piece of his body hardening as the first waves of immense pressure washed over them; the scream however, came out as much, much more.

Outside his mind, it would sound like someone was plucking the strings of a harp as several more of the metallic muscular fibers all over Xavier’s body began to snap and sever while his wrists and ankles were bent into disgusting angles and he assumed a forced fetal position; with the pressure growing and the symphony rising to an unknown crescendo with each passing instant. Luckily, at the moment of freezing, Xavier’s muscles had been tensed to incredible lengths so as to explode in the next instant. While they may not have been able to release that energy; the muscles were still locked in their tensed and toughened state, which would prevent too much outright destruction.

Up to this point, several layers of muscular fibers all over his body had been severed when all of the sudden it would have stopped; a thick and solid layer of Dread Metal finally over taking what remained just a half second after damage had been done. This change was immediately followed by the appearance of strange, condensation like flame pockets before the Dreadful Flames suddenly rocketed forth from his body at over 100MPH in a torrential ring of crimson flames. accompanied by a deep, ethereal bellowing that seemed to come from hundreds of different voices. In just 100 Milliseconds, the flames would have covered enough distance to cause an instant ignition of the remaining Dread Energy particles in the arena ahead of it; both blanketing the air with a thick layer of crimson flames and weakening the outer face of the ice wall against which the particles rested. In any given square inch of space, there would be at least 100 particles jammed together; giving the wall a thickness of around 400 particles. This would place well over 310,000,000 enlarged particles surrounding the area in which the barrier had once been.

Just a second and a half after his explosions had made impact and ripped Xavier's body apart, Dias would have to face the arena beginning to fill with flames while the air 90' away to his right(give or take) would have begun to explode as the large particles of Dread Energy were ignited on the front of the ice barrier. As these particles would ignite, they released a massive amount of energy that was capable of mimicking the actions of a volatile explosion; giving the larger of these particles an explosive power comparable to a single hand grenade and a flame spreading effect like napalm. As the first hundred thousand explosions rang out, it was like claymores had been placed on the field as the explosive force of the shifting particles would blast those ahead of them further into the uncharted air; leaving the possibility that there could still be explosions sounding off as the flames reached the center of the empty space. While the area to the right of Dias was exploding, the rest of the flames would be spreading against the ice barrier so as to create a chain reaction that would force him to deal with several different angles of attack with each passing moment; the angles multiplying exponentially with every passing millisecond.

Meanwhile, Xavier would be processing the fact that his mind was snapping back from the darkness in which it had been locked. There was a ringing in his ears, an insane amount of pressure in his head and a non stop feeling that the room was spinning.
It's alittle choppy, but it will get the job done.

“Why in the hell did they send me here ?” A man's voice disturbed the otherwise eery silence that clung to the air. Me
The man who spoke was named Leo Maxim that stood around 6’4 and dawned a piece of thick, painted armor on almost every part of his body; save his head and forearms. As the wind lightly tousled the locks his brilliantly azure hair, a pair of glistening blue eyes darted frantically back and forth as they attempted to analyze the entirety of weapon clad area before him. The sight of the weapons paired with the faint taste of copper that filled his mouth with each breath led him to realize it was some sort of battle grounds. No doubt this was why he had been sent here; it wouldn’t be the first time he had been sent to fight someone and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
In Leo’s right hand was a 3 foot long, 6 inch thick and double sided broadsword; a strange light blue and circular stone on one side of the rain guard and a yellow one just barely able to be seen from round the back. There were two other of these colored stones upon his body that easily seen; a brown one placed upon the buckle of his waist and a red one placed within the large Pauldron on his shoulder. Hidden out of sight beneath the large hunk of metal, a leather strap was wrapped tightly around Leo’s left bicep which held 2 more stones; saving them for when the moment would require them most.

With one final and solid step, Leo would come to rest with both feet standing side by side one a other and just a few feet apart. To his left; he could see a bundle of throwing knives buried under a thin layer of dust; something about them called to him, as though they had been waiting for him to see them. In one quick motion Leo would bend down and snatch the knives from the dust; releasing a plume of dust in a thick trail through the air. While waiting for something to happen; Leo counted out 6 knives with 4 spaces missing and as he touched their surface, each blade gave off a light blue glow as they radiated the energy within him.

“Interesting…” he spoke softly.

@Dynamo Frokane I think you should re-make the fight between Tristwich and I. While I do enjoy winning a fight, this has been incredibly one sided and hasn't left any room for my opponent to have a fighting chance in this tournament.

My original intention was to use Leo Maxim against his Lord Rivet, as the power levels of the two are much closer than the playing field is now.
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