Xavier Bloodbayne

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

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.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

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.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

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.

[TZDL2017] Xavier Bloodstain vs Dias Blade - Semi Finals

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.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

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.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

@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.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

As Rivet launched his combination blade into the fog, Xavier was able to feel each razor sharp edge as though it had caressed his skin every so lightly. He could feel the energy that was building within it, before it was suddenly released and the details of the blade would fade away; leaving an unshrinking and mobile gap in the mental image that was being created within his mind that had a 10 ft circumference. No doubt his opponent had managed to hide himself within the strange disturbance that held his energy back; but he did not remove himself from harm entirely. Infact, the entirety of his next and would actually bring him closer to death then if he had continued to flee along the stone wall.

As Xavier stood within his crater, an exact location still being withheld from Lord Rivets eyes, he contemplated what of the possible choices before him he would settle on for his next attack. That's when the bigger picture started coming together with every step Rivet took; as his energy remapped the empty spaces through which he traveled, Xavier became aware that several chunks of stone had been removed from the ground and left small to large indentations in the dirt. Then, as the winds picked up in intensity and began to shift to a twister, Xavier could feel apart of him spinning as bits and pieces of the interior of the gap in his fog; with the nature of a twister, it would be neigh but impossible for it to avoid sucking in any excess particles of the fog. In just a Few seconds after the wind had gained power, Xavier was able to see and feel the debris inside the twister as his particles were slammed against them. One by one, the particles would settle into the stone and dust against which they smacked; shifting each and every piece to a dull red color tone. It would be an unfelt and possibly unseen change; one which Xavier would wait to capitalize on until the perfect moment presented itself.

That's not to say that he was done; what had been done already took but a mere thought to engage and left much more time for Xavier to act. With his mind tracking Rivets location, the first solid movement came from Xaviers body as his right hand tightened into a fist; hundreds of thousands of his particles surrounding the wind gap adding physical density to their form by joining particles before these larger pieces would pile atop one another so as to create what would look like a large fist looming in the air. Unless Rivet possessed some sort of sixth sense that would allow him to detect this coagulation of energy, he would be left with little warning before this massive fist was brought down upon him; a striking surface of 5 foot long and 4 foot wide aiming directly for the top of his skull. The winds would do practically nothing to slow or divert this fist; with each particle shoving against those ahead of it, there was an incredible amount of force pushing it down.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

The blades slammed home against the ground with dull thuds; the Earth around them fracturing as they came to a momentary standstill before melting into the Earth. Fast as he was, Rivet was unable to put enough distance between himself and the fog so as to render its senses useless; when only working to fill a vague area the particles had been moving around 20ft/s. Now though, that Xavier knew his prey was fleeing the fog, he was forcing it to chase Rivet down at just over twice its original speed at 41 Ft/s; roughly 28 mph. With every move that he made the fog responded in kind, almost mirroring every action he made so as to stay right on top of him.

Xaviers body still hadn’t budged an inch as he stood at attention within the crater; analyzing the constant stream of information that the cloud of energy particles relayed back to him. By the time he was able to formulate a plan, Rivet had only been running for a few seconds.

While he could not tell exactly where his opponent would go, he could see a general path along which he would travel so as to better avoid the cloud of energy; the cloud was after all spreading in all directions to encompass a large area so the best idea would be to run away from it. A single quiver of movement came from Xaviers face as his eyes darted to his left and fell upon the dirt. In an instant, the glass of the crater was shattered as a plume of red dust billowed around Xavier; the earth off to his left undergoing a strange change of color that resembled a thick red line being drawn in the dirt. As this line was drawn through it left a horrible, seemingly unending, gouge in the crust as it took with it as much of the Earth and energy around it as it could.

With the information of Rivets location being constantly streamed to him, Xavier was able to constantly correct and guide this strange line into the front of Rivets path as it tore through the space occupied by his fog in a single second. Just an instant before it left the confines of the fog, the particles nearest the border suddenly relayed a vibration in the air as some sort of mechanism is released somewhere in the field. Then, as it breached the barrier of the fog, just 3 seconds after being created, there was a sudden quake in the earth as a massive, 10 ft tall 2 ft thick wall of red stone pulverized its way through the surface. This looked like, and moved as fast as, a stone freight train; breaking through the surface of the planet and gouging its way along the surface so as to create a 10 ft tall barrier in front of Rivet that may force him to change his direction. Even a momentary hesitation would allow his fog to gain those final crucial feet it needed to embrace him.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

By the time Rivet appeared on the battlefield, the fog would have already stretched to 40 ft from Xavier in any given direction; with little to no signs of stopping or thinning. As Rivet stood there, futilely awaiting a dispersion that would never come, and eyed the weapon near him the fog would have gained yet another 40 ft and was damn near to embracing the opponent.

Before they would reach him, there was an unseen problem he would have to face. The would-be fog that was presented before him was in fact a large mass of energy particles well over 1 million in number and these particles were transmitting key data about the surrounding area to their Master at the center; such as, but not limited to, minute changes in energy levels of the surrounding area and a mental image of the battlefield in his mind. So as they approached Rivet, they had a rough idea of his general location; more than enough to get the party started.

Without even the quiver of muscle Xavier withdrew 6 small droplets of liquid metal from within his body; they sat upon his right pectoral in two horizontal rows for but an instant before they were sent flying. As they tore through the fog, their forms were thinned to the width of a hair, squished into 2 inch circles and given a razor sharp edge. An unnatural acceleration would force them to bullet speed in just under a second. Leaving Rivet to deal with the impact of the blades just a second after the cloud would fill the area in which he may or may not still be standing in.

[TZDL2017] Xavier Bloodstain vs Dias Blade - Semi Finals

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