we might as well do them at the same time to get it done faster rather then one at a time...so come on people start fighting and rememerb to put how many posts you have left and the first person to post gets to decide where they fight (try to make it something everybody would know)

Xavier went to bed, as usual. His new wife, Alexstraza, wrapped comfortably in his arms. As he began to drift to sleep, he had no idea how real this particular night's dream would feel to him...

Suddenly, he stood. He was adorned in his full gear. He opened his eyes, and there stood three others, in this bare, open meadow. Soft grass was what he supposed was the terrain... Some trees dotted the landscape, but other than that... the field continued. In all directions.

He turned towards one, and was immediately blasted with a psychic image. The image showed him fighting alongside him... Against the others. He did not question it.

"You are Id." Xavier said slowly. "I am Xavier. We shall fight together. Against the others."

He looked at them, and backed up, giving them ample room. He stood now, not ten feet from them, as they had been arranged in a square of that sort, but thirty feet.

"I know nothing of what this dream foretells. But it tells me we shall duel. It shall begin when you have come to terms with yourself, as I have. Prepare yourselves."

With that, he stopped, waiting for a response.

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Id had travelled across many dimensions and slaughtered thousands in preperation for his finmal battle. this was nothing more than another test, set down so that he could evaluate himself. He knew his last battle against Jesh would be a trying one, he expected that they would both die, but he could not allow himself to be destroyed before that showdown. He almost felt bad for his opponents because they clearly hadn't a chance, and at the same time he felt that his partner had been given a nice advantage being teamed with him. "So be it." He looked to Xavier for one moment while he answered but then turned back to his adversaries. "That one there, with the sunglasses. He's mine." (I'm assuming that Dark Enix is wearing his sunglasses, like he always does.) Id gave a quick palm thrust to the head of his cane and allowed it to spin. He then grabbed it and drew the blade from within. An extravagently decorated blade that had it been crafted on Earth would no doubt be branded as Turkish. "Let us begin!" He dropped the body of the cane and ran forward, towards Dark Enix.


((NOTE: He didn't get there yet, he's about half way so please post accordingly))

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He stood outside of time and space in moments of past, but now he had been beckoned to the physical plane to do battle, deterring his own quest for purity and destruction of the false. His surroundings were not those of which he had last encountered his evil counterpart, but instead a quiant arena in which 3 men had surrouned him.

Enix...this must've been where he sent him during the fight. But the lone figure looked down at his side, no cuts or scraps. His hands and legs unscathed from his prior encounter. He looked to his front, two men in front of him were conversing.
Even through the clouded view of his tinted shades, he could see that they were both brash fighters, egotistical...one was a walking aresenal, rife with weaponry...well, you know what they say about compensation.

Dark Enix chuckled slightly at his joke, the vapors of wind that erupted from his body had flowed into his mouth and out his nose during this breath. He didn't enjoy laughing at himself, but what else could you do?

The man to his immediate left had only stood silent, he turned to him, about to enquire what was the deal, after all; when Dark Enix asks, someone answers. Before he could turn himself, the wind was disrupted, and he was able to see one of the men rushing toward him.

"Everybody wants a thrill..." he spoke, pivoting a spin to his left, calling fourth his own blade which coiled up his arm, embracing his side and the air around it before coming to a point some 2.5 feet ahead. It then solidified to a clear blade When his rotation completed, the man had still been approaching, Dark Enix threw himself into a long slide toward the legs of his adversary. He looked back to the fourth man, a young warrior, he didn't know what he could have to prove, only a quiet modesty was his immediate avatar; he hadn't even drawn his weapon yet. It was comforting to see a man that possibly didn't have to rely on such mundane tools, it meant he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He gave him a small nod before facing his adversay again as they came closer to their moment of impact.

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"I was hoping for a challange in my next match, but since I'm facing you I guess I'll have to lower my standards..." Joseph was busy taunting his opponents, as per usual.

"Bite me!" Yelled Zaverik, while at the same time making some rude gestures.

The announcer could barely be heard over the roar of the audience: "Looks like the crowd is all riled up, and not to mention the competitors! This round will begin momentarily, after a brief recap of the rules. The opponent's mechanica may be disabled in any way, and the last mechanica left functional is the victor. The endangerment of your opponent's life or of the lives of any spectators is grounds for immediate disqualification, liquidation, and prosecution. Keep this in mind and come out swinging!"

After a brief systems check, Joseph pushed his Bladerunner into full acceleration towards Zaverik...just before blacking out.

...

Next time Joseph opened his eyes, a sense of Deja Vu washed over him; a shadowy form could be seen taking a charge straight at him (at least he had figured this at the time). Joseph backed away in a panic, realizing something was seriously wrong. He was no longer inside the Bladerunner, nor the stadium, nor even Earth.

Still silent, he noticed the tall, full-bodied man to his immediate right, who was chuckling at the time. His body seemed to emit its own breeze which rustled Joseph's brown suede jacket. A nod was all that was given by the man now known as Dark Enix as he steadied his crystalline blade to face the figure that was ever-approaching. Joseph suddenly remembered; he removed his jacket which revealed the sheath of his father's sabre, the blade he carries everytime he pilots his father's Mechanica, the Bladerunner.

"I think I'm starting to understand, but..." Joseph had started, before he noticed a fourth figure in the distance looking his way with a quiet dignity.

"...I guess that one's mine, then." He was beginning to feel more comfortable, as he would soon learn he had a Wind God on his side.

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Id stared straight forward, watching each movement Enix made. He was obviously flamboyantly gay and his flaming movements didn't help his case. (Sorry, I couldn't help myself) As he began closing in on Enix, Id jumped into the air and spun so that he soared through the air backward. He positioned the point of his weapon downward and as he descended he prepared to clean his sword, for he expected the blade to stay true to it's course and pierce the skull of his opponent. "Fiend of the darkness, I envelope you with my almighty black soul!" Id's blade suddenly flared and was surrounded by a black flame as it glided through the air, ready to shishkabob Enix's head.


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((Dark Enix is the polar opposite of Enix, are you saying that Enix ISN'T flamboyant?))

(He's acting like regular Enix. The movements and everything are things he would do. That's what's gay. Oh and we all know Jacob is queer)

((Oh no! The influence of his evil counterpart must been seeping into Dark Enix's brain!))

His ego a small thing of the past, Xavier watched the other two fighting as they began their engagement. What was; was. There was nothing to decide. He simply knew he would fight. Win or lose, he would fight. Why he'd been brought to this world with all his many tricks, he had no idea, but he decided he'd go one at a time, depending on how his opponent reacted. He decided to start first with one of his favorite (the most intriguing to use, in his opinion): The Magna-Shruikeni.
He faced the last contestant, the one who'd just drawn a large blade. He pursed his lips under his mask briefly; he would have to be very precise.
Quietly, he bounded back a few steps until he was under the shade of the nearest plains tree. He lept into the trees' uppermost branch, putting his hands into the gloves on his belt, and releasing them from their hold, careful not to let them touch anything. He quickly gripped the two metal wedges on his shoulders with the single gap in the gloves at the knuckle. With a flick of his wrist, the wedges shot out and encircled themselves, becoming a pair of very large Shruikeni. He flipped the now four-sliced stars into the air, and the moment they reached their apex, he clapped his hands together tightly. A loug CLANG echoed through the field, followed by a slight hum. He held his hands out palm up, and the two Shruikeni immediately were falling with astonishing speed towards them. Quickly, he turned his hands, and the Shruikeni began floating over them, maintained by a powerful magnetic force. He shifted his hands as they sought to collapse the repelling force by avoiding it, taking careful aim at his opponent, now many steps across the field.
Suddenly, he dropped his hands, palm out again, the Shruikeni flying back, almost cutting his hands off, before his hands, at the last second, turned and shot forward, shooting them off at a shocking speed towards his opponent in a wide arc. He kept his hands in check, turning them on their sides to maintain their curves as they flew, now beginning to rotate at an ever increasing rate. He wondered how his opponent would react... or if he could eliminate them quickly. He tensed, ready for anything.

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Joseph watched in awe as Id sailed through the air, dark flares errupting from his sword. Suddenly, a loud clanging could be heard in the distance, which he noticed had not originated from Dark Enix's and Id's clashing. Joseph glanced around the field to notice a glint that seemed to be eminating from a distant tree. Unfortunately, he was wrong--the glint was a pair of Shuriken racing right at him!

Gasping, and not knowing what to do, Joseph raced to hold his sabre in position to try and deflect the oncoming assault. As he managed to get the blade in position at the last critical second, the shurikeni impacted with his sabre with uncanny force and accuracy; had they not hit Joseph's blade, they would have been halted by his temple. Joseph's sabre was sent flying from his grip, nearly taking his thumb in the process (though he still had a nice gash across the surface to show for it).

"Augh, sonofa--!" Shaken and enraged, Joseph was suddenly struck with an idea: he raced to collect his sabre and the shurikeni that landed several feet behind him and headed full-sprint for the tree of the attack's origin. He hurled the shurikeni as hard as he could back at the tree, which lazily spiraled through the air, hoping they'd make as loud of a racket as possible to distract Xavier. Unsure of whether this tactic worked, Joseph continued with his 'plan'...

"Hope this works...RISING SLASH!" Joseph shouted as he jumped and aimed a diagonal slash at the perch beneath Xavier's feet. Perhaps he himself couldn't reach the treetops his opponent could, but maybe his sword could...

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(Almost forgot the post counter...)

Xavier quickly and calmly held his hands palm out , bringing the Shruiken sharply back towards him at a blinding speed as one sailed through the air, drunkenly at first, but with a steadier path as they grew closer. The other, knocked free from the magnetic field, would require a bit of dancing to get back to him. He quickly pulled his arm back and over, cancelling his remaining Shruiken's speed into a calm hover, then, without touching it, spun around as if he was readying a discuss, flinging it in a wide curve at the other Shruiken, and in the process, flipping it. Noticing his opponent barging towards him as he finished spinning, at the end of his last circle, he backflipped off the side and, in mid-flip, faced his opponent, narrowly avoiding the devastating slash from below. He immediately brought both arms out, palms facing away, drawing a strong magnetic field to the flipped Shruiken, which, due to its now reversed polarity, being on its' opposite side, made the other cling to it securely, before both shot back like a rocket directly at his upward jumping adversary.

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((Geez, if you're going to be that flimsy with magnetism you may as well call it "magic"))


The man in front of him claimed to have a "black soul"...he was a liar. It was predictable that his attack would've been evaded but he had not expected his little blade to be hurled at him with such precisions. The two fighters he and his own partner were dealing with were masters of accuracy, but there had to be some exploit to that. Still in a downward stoop, unable to race upright to his feet Dark Enix clapped his hands together on the blade that soared toward him, somewhat stopping it...it had still pushed through a few inches, effectivly flaying some of the skin from his hands until he conjured up gusts of air to halt it's further progress. The sword's black flames were unhalted themselves, and they licked at his face for a few brief moments before he threw it to the ground below him.

Dark Enix threw his fist up, thumb facing his chest. Blood squeezed out from his clenched fist and ran down his forearm. "I'm no fiend, pal!" As his challenger landed from his attack a few feet away from him (tell me if I'm modding, don't know if he can fly or whatever), he was able to see that his opponent had been holding back, he felt that this union were un-worthy of his true power. It was sickening, are all warriors this way? Bah, retards.

"If you're afraid to fight me with everything you've got I suggest you stop now." He had clashed with a tall dark humanoid named Enix that fancied himself a pagan god, and some little spat with a mask and his gadget wielding buddy weren't going to stop his adventure. He pulled another gust upward, tearing a lump of the earth from below him and casted it into the air...leaping after it and planting himself atop. Hovering about 6 feet in the air for a few moments before conjuring up another mass, he stood in the air.

"Surely a master such as yourself finds no challenge in this." He called down to his opponent, the air aside him writhed and tantrumed beside him in a torrent of fury and chaos before he brought down the masses upon his adversary, the vacant one first followed swiftly by the mass he rode on, dismounting on the way down behind his opponent, who naturally had to be ready for the attack and delivered a slash to his ankles as the clots of earth prepared to crash on him, the grass near his feet had begun to calm as the winds passed over it.

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Id curled his lip beneath the weathered mask. This fighter was a freak of nature, and thought it was a good thing. "You wish to see my true powers? PREPARE TO BE OBLITERATED!" Id lept into the air, blade first, emerging at the other side of the clump of flying soil and landing mere feet from Enix. "Your wind tricks aren't goin to stop me." Id closed his eyes and mumbled a few incantations, suddenly an image of him appeared on either side of Enix, as well as one behind him. Each held the blade Id did and all four attacked him at once. They each rushed towards him and slashed, the ones on the side vertically and the ones in front and behind horizontally.

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((Hahahah, nice "little blade" crack there Bri. Guess it's not the size of your sword that counts, but how you use it. :lol:))

Joseph wasn't very suprised by the fact that his attack failed, but moreso by the super-human speed of his opponent. Before he could realize Xavier had moved himself into position to launch a counterattack, he once again saw an all-too-familiar glint before him; those damn shurikeni were once again heading right for him! As they came from below, Joseph saw himself with few options. But before he even had the chance to decide upon an action, the shurikeni bore themselves directly into his abdominals, opening up a new realm of pain never before experience by Joseph. He let out an excrutiating cry as his vision blurred and his whole body ached. To add to his trouble, his downward descent was undeterred by the sudden turn of events; the ground loomed closer and closer to him. Tears streaming from his eyes, he saw his only oppourtunity arrive...

Quickly extending his arm, Joseph made his best effort to grip one of the branches that passed by him. Barely gripping one, he felt a sudden jolt through his body as his fall was forcibly braked. His body jolted back upwards before his grip gave way and his body fell backwards to the ground not too far below. He could recall his eyes shutting at this point, but he had no knowledge of whether he blacked out or not. When his eyes opened, he slowly realized his condition had not improved at all; the surikeni was still firmly embedded in his torso and caused substantial bleeding. Joseph propped his body up against the nearby tree he fell through, quaking all the time, and removed the sheath from his back so his shirt could be easily removed. Then, he slowly slid the blade from its resting place and slammed its blades as hard as he could into the tree trunk, still quite infuriated with Xavier. He then tore up the remnants of his shirt not sullied with blood and attempted to dress his wound with them. This helped the bleeding only slightly; he would have to cradle his wound with his left hand. Writhing, Joseph slowly rose to his feet to discover less than welcoming odds: his opponent, in addition to being much faster and much more resourceful than himself was nowhere to be found. And as if his injury didn't debilitate him enough, his sabre was missing too. He instead took up his sheath in his bloddied hand and prepared himself for the worst; for now he was on the defensive.

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