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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 9:59 am
The counter was impressive~ Impressive..! However, even with the most perceptive and fine-tuned brain, the actions of combat too often tended to hold unseen variables that would turn a victory's fate straight to the winds.
As the right fist missed its target by a hair, Vash no doubt feeling the burns from that smoldering strike. However, something occurred even Omi wasn't prepared for. The serpent-gauntlet-flame mess roaring ahead met something his naked eye couldn't pick up.. and two sorts of gas flooded outward.
To explain: invisible ice or "black ice" as it is commonly nicknamed, would be ice frozen with relatively few if any air bubbles trapped inside, making it exceedingly transparent. It has a relatively high density, ergo the plausibility for being a nice "surprise" armor that could throw off a regular opponent's lucky strike is exceedingly high. However, Vash had three things to consider that he either forgot, simply couldn't bring up into his mind during this chaotic venture, or couldn't possibly have known even if he wished it to be so.
I. Black ice is still ice, and although the density is greater and the air trapped within is lessened, it is still distinctly water. The flames crashing by would no doubt hyper-heat a good bit of it where the fist roared by, turning it into a quick jet of scolding steam that would make Vash's shoulders feel more 'tense,' needless to say.
II. Black ice is still ice, still water, still H2O. Hydrogen to the second power and oxygen. The lesser-understood mechanic of the Serpentine Manipulation Art, was that its catalyst was oxygen, and that by this strange mechanism, its greatest boon is in fact water. Not just a few foes have made the mistake of thinking they could fight fire with an ocean - and unfortunately..
.. while the flames that roared by created steam, the entangled serpent mass gutting by took a nice portion of the high-upper 'ice armor' with them. Flat out removing the oxygen in play as they have many a time before them, what would be left is a rising, lighter than air gas that consisted of hydrogen to the second power - its common name: hydrogen gas.
III. As Omi's face contorted with spasms of electrical shock, his eyelids surprisingly doing the opposite of the norm and expanding extra wide as the audio he was normally accustomed to blinked out - his gut sending shocks to his bodily extremities.. there was still an action even in this state, he could perform. One Vash and Omi should have considered, that was so elementary with what we'd seen thus far, it was almost infuriating.
As Barsait began his backwards descent, thanks in no small part to the fierce double-fist blow from Vash and the many thousands of volts of electricity - given how he was postured, his right side would fly back before the left. Normally, that is. For now, in a last instant action that flooded his electrically-racked brain.. he would not be going backwards.. at all. The Left Fist.. THE LEFT FIST!! Pre-Plane Flight A quick cut across the skin encompassing the left shoulder blade. Another across the right. Thin, yet relatively deep cuts made to ooze out blood at a slow but consistent pace.
...thanks to the hydrogen gas present all around Vash's upper-mid body that "rocket fist" would crash into first, the flames and hydrogen having a chain reaction that would spawn a wave of even worse flames with a bizarre dark-red color and temperatures that'd scold even a brave unto intolerable conditions.. the question would no longer be "would Vash be sent home today," than..
Would Vash step out of this ring victorious, defeated.. or above all, damned near dead?
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 7:35 pm
The crowd roared at the sight of the two opponents as they finally classed in a manner of epic proportions. “I GOT HIM!” Vash’s mind exclaimed as the fist connected with his opponents face and his surge technique was a success. However, to him everything was still slowed, the mere moments had not yet fully passed for things to return to a normal state of viewing in a sense to Vash but soon enough it would… or would it? His eyes received the image of Omi’s body rotating as the punch reached its full extension. “How can… he…” his mind began as the actions of his opponent registered. Normally when a person was struck with his surge move it left them unable to produce proper motor functions due to the confusion of electrical pulses to the given area. Being that he had targeted his opponents face; his opponent should not have even been able to properly see at the given moment. However, the affect did not hold true for Omi. Vash could expect no less than such from the runner up of the GTB II yet to even provide a counter in a small time frame based simply off of positioning rather than merely having the reflexes for it like Vash had…. It was truly amazing.
Lighter… My body is lighter, my armor.
Reflex…..
Vash could feel his armor tear off as if eaten by something…. The snakes….. The snakes ate his armor! “s**t!!” he screamed in his mind as he could now see the second, left strike move in towards his unguarded ribcage. It was here he was at a disadvantage. Even seeing the move, there was no way, even with a heightened reaction for him to intercept the attack with his left hand. Sure it would move reflexively as if it could catch the incoming rocket shot to his ribs, but his physical body just wasn't fast enough, it couldn’t be… How many could Omi shatter with a punch like that? The outcome would be catastrophic if not only by the fist alone by the flames that followed behind it. “Move damn it… MOVE!!!” Vash wouldn’t make it in time. He couldn’t make it in time, but he couldn’t take a hit like that, he couldn’t… No, he wouldn’t. Hydrogen burst into flames as Omi’s fist came deathly close to his ribs, he heat and flames burning a hole into his jacket without it even touching it yet.
Will……
Immediately present water in the immediate vicinity of Vash began to thrash (solid and gaseous forms of the substance don’t really matter much here because solid isn’t free enough due to its solid form to move and there simply isn’t enough gas to make much use by its thrashing) wildly in response to his mind. There was little liquid that could aid him despite its reaction to his mental cries. The only liquid close to him were the small amounts trapped within his gauntlets and sword. Of course there was the supply brought forth from earlier in the match; however, this portion had no room to large of a distance to cover before it could aid him. Agitated by its inability to spring forth and out of its “cage,” the liquid water inside of his weaponry did the only thing it could do. It rotated at an alarming rate. As always the rotation of the liquid charged the gauntlets and blade exponentially, increasing all but the blade’s charge to its maximum level and pushing the gauntlet weaponry to critical before…
Quote: Static Gauntlets Form 2: There is only one notable difference is the form of the gauntlets and that is the extension of a tightly woven micro fibered armor. This microfiber is entwines thin yet strong pieces of L-wire and conductive metal with a rubber pad pressing against the skin along the way up. This allows for the electricity charged to travel further up the arm to give him a larger range of attack and defense however does not add any new form of attack to his arsenal. Quote: A New Ability-
Lightning encasement-
While his static gauntlets are in stage two and with a three post charge of his electrical energy, he is now able to encase himself in his "electrical element" by means of transferring electrical energy out an about him through a control circuit of air. This "orb" around him can reach outwards of a diameter of five to six feet in full or reduced to simply line his body (its greatest strength level). This encasement at its current mastery can provide protection against projectile attacks to some degree.
Drawbacks- Of course being a new technique it can be quite annoying, even tiresome to hold for long durations. Vash also faces a problem with the attacking strength of his encasement. The father away he moved it from the main source i.e. his body (gauntlets specifically), the less power attacking power it contains and the faster his charge is used up. However, if holding the electrical energy too close to his body, he runs the risk of shocking himself with his own technique. Bad for Vash, good for his opponent.
His gauntlets immediately transformed, if one wished to call it this, into its second form as L wire and conductive wire shot up his arm, forced into place at an alarming rate by the overloading gauntlets attempt to provide relief to it. Simultaneously, and in many ways unwanted, an attack/defense was unleashed. It was the new move he had developed for the GTB after realizing how difficult it had been to land effective strikes with his electrical attacks. In this case the maneuver was forced prematurely due to the overload of his weaponry and much to Vash’s dismay it would prove somewhat dangerous to himself as well as his opponent. From his body, the epicenter of the attack, would the electrical energy force outwards to create an orb about Vash. Omi’s fist at this point had just made some connection to Vash’s side and, without much armor present for defense there, leave a nasty bruise. Omi’s body now became a live wire for the full concussive force of 150,000 volts X 2 (150,000 volts per gauntlet surging through the orb) with a milliamp charge of fourteen as repulsive forces generated would knock the two fighters further apart that intended from the first blow. Furthermore Omi's one saving grace, his upper body armor, had been moved out of reach by means of its exit over Omi's right shoulder and out of reach. The flames and snakes was well would be canceled by his orb, the electrical current doing its work on disassembling the snakes like before and putting out the flames they created by removing its fuel.
Thud…… Thud……
Vash’s body slid through the sand after he was thrown a good twenty feet to his right. Reflex told him to throw his body into a proper roll so that in the end he would be in a crouched position, but this never happened. His body smoked moderately from not only Omi’s fist but his own attack as well as he laid upon the sand.There was no control over its release on Vash’s part thus the electrical energy, despite the safeguards of the L wire and conductive material upon his level two gauntlets, had also entered his own body but luckily didn't cause as much damage as it could have. His arms and legs twitched from the electric burst while there were evident burns not only upon his right side where he had been hit by Omi but upon his chest and cheeks (If one could see even his legs were slightly burnt). Luckily for him, his lightning encasement maneuver was not an all out attack. It was half and half thus the amperage was mainly to cause pain rather than to immobilize. Even not taking the brunt of it still meant quite a bit of physical pain on his part and if he felt this bad he could only imagine how Omi felt. “Sh......... i......t....” he coughed as he literally willed himself to sit up, one eye watching the smoke that rose from the smolder lump that was Omi. while the other was held tightly closed to bare the pain. Hopefully, Omi wasn’t planning on getting back up. Maybe... just maybe.... he didn't have to use it after all and in the shape he was in he hoped he would have to. He didn’t even bother to look at his gauntlets. The literal overcharge had left their generators a bit worse for wear. They were still usable for about a level one charge but even doing that would completely destroy them as well as his gauntlets. His blade was still at optimum usage though. It was much more durable that his gauntlets in its resistance to the electricity generated due to having a bit larger of a generator… He didn't need to move to tell that his ribs had been shattered on his right side. It was obvious from the immense pain he felt and slight difficulty drawing in solid breaths. Turning "Damn.... it..... a....." He couldn't even finish his statement for the pain on his left side took a turn for the worse. His left hand gingerly clutched his right side as the lower portion of his ice armor quickly partitioned itself to cover his upper body. Luckily for him, the ice would help ease the pain slightly of what was left of the right side of his body as well as become somewhat of a brace for him.
Vash really preferred walking out of rings while thanking God he didn’t need a stretcher. But today he'd be just thanking God if he was conscious upon the end of this match.
Charge lvl Varying
Gauntlet(s): Lvl 0 Functionality 20%
Blade: 260,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (1 in use 5 used)
Edited a bit for clarity
Edited to fit ruling.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:51 pm
The opponent had quite the arsenal. Logic, instinct, enhanced response times and quite the arsenal to pack the appropriate fight-ending bite, the truth was: Omi Barsait of Round IV was merely idly taunting his opponent earlier when questioning the enemy's resolve. The truth is, just by getting this far, one had to have an adequate portion of logic, skill, will to survive, and luck; there were no exceptions however ludicrous to some it may appear at times. All this time, the foe bounding from the western edge was a justifiable opponent that the serpentine manipulation artist could accept surpassing him to move onward, if someone had to.
However.
Playing back the scenario, one would need to get their metaphorical ducks in a row. Sometimes, an attack of such great magnitude and last instant desperation would be so breathtaking, it wounds the soul when discovered there was a fallacy in it - but, wishful thinking does not influence factual events. And the facts were laid bare. Omi was already rotating in a clockwise fashion, the central point of this circular rotation being dead center - so a good object to use for this explanation would be his spine. The right side was being launched back just as the left was veering forward, in a clockwise fashion. In short, he was shifting to his left predominantly, or south. This made the reinforced "rocket punch" hit and more plausibly land in plush, as it did.
The earlier mentioned flow of water, ironically utilized to render Omi to the ground moments ago, was supporting this. It was also flowing him leftward. Though his strike was bound to the right and managed a portion of the impact it could have had - his body in whole would be dramatically heading stage left, southward. Furthermore, due to being taken off his feet in the "rocketing" motions of his right then left blows, he wasn't even 100% standing straight - to lurch back on the right side and spin about as he did, cemented this.
Secondly, Omi's left fist when striking, was reinforced by the blow of his left "Teeth of Ignus" gauntlet. Assuredly tungsten proof, like his mesh - albeit designed a deal more streamlined and woven with small cords mid-knuckle to make it not clunky for a nimble hand such as his. Furthermore, striking tip-first, it would not be the best source of conductivity at all; not at all a good source to travel into Omi's body, with the gauntlets stretching to past his wrists and tightly at that. Vash had with his ability, [Lightning Encasement], nor was the right. And yet, the ability's 6' radius reach would surely ensnare him mid-strike, flooding the man's vision with white hell.
You could say that left fist was Omi & Vash's gateway to a terrible fight.. for it and the earlier mentioned Encasement were two signs of the oncoming apocalypse. The price of great actions are that a single errant mistake can ruin their equally great intentions, unfortunately. Furthermore, with 15 mA reinforcing those many thousands of volts from the aforementioned "Surge" and the sheer fact they had so little contact time, they were indeed attacks designed not to kill but to incapacitate. 15 mA, or 0.015 amps, was hardly in the lethal range of reinforcement; it required 0.100 amps with direct contact just to stop the human heart, on average. Furthermore, the encasement held even less amperage at a 14 mA; the voltage was horrid, but the amperage was manageable. Expected though, for non-lethal use.
Indeed, the serpents, the flames.. they were gone. Where those two thin cuts had been, two circular, thin but significantly wider wounds replaced them at 6" diameter each - blood flowing down his pale skin gradually like a tide. Getting struck dead on in the face and then having all that charge seek ground through his body, even with the weak enforcement, had the corners of his mouth and some of his gum flesh bleeding between the lines of those white, white teeth. To top it, the left "Teeth of Ignus" looked to be shattering into little fragments all over the man's slightly shaking left hand, pieces fluttering to the sandy soil below. Aftermath of the fierce blow.
4' away from where the two clashed [4' northwest from his original location], Omi laid in the sand. His mesh and the sand below acted as ground for all of that arrant charge screaming through his body- all that wild hair on end, his gut and face steaming red. Likely the moisture stuck to his flesh evaporating - more important however, was his chaotic muscles and their wild spasms, one after the next. It looked most terrible.
And yet..
"Impressive."
No longer so deep and masculine was his voice, but rather softer, more gentle, more reserved, "weaker" only in the sense that it wasn't howling out wildly. Lurching up onto his sprawled-out legs shakily, one could tell his body wasn't all too certain about getting up - it wasn't a conventional injury a man could relate to juts by having a shattered bone or a flayed bit of flesh. His entire nervous system was uncertain of just how to react. Neither of his legs, fine in structure though they were, wanted to respond.. for that matter, his arms were acting sluggish; no, more accurately, his entire body felt like molasses if not for the occasional pain and more importantly.. the shock.
Where the volts and the amperage failed to kill, often times it was the shock that would end a man's life. Omi could theoretically stand up no worse for ware on a structural standpoint, yet.. his mind was in fact throbbing. His eyes, now wrenched shut so he'd crush consciousness into the man's soul, shook uncertainly as to the fate of all conscious thought. He was a man whom had been struck with a live current fiercer than the most fierce of tides..
".. But. Too weak~!" Forcing his vocal cords to do their job despite their pained protest, Omi's pupils would hone in onto Vash a ways ahead. It was obvious to him that was entirely untrue, and yet that voice sounded so sure of itself.. well, mind-games can get you farther than a powerful punch, after all. Deciding not to stand, instead letting the extra charge flood out of him as a pain shook his forehead like a hot iron - Omi carried on with such a forced grin possible, blood oozing between his teeth clashing so vividly, it looked more like he was eating flesh than bleeding from his own!
"Weak Vash, terribly-" Right hand wiggling those fingertips of its own through the sand like a child, very thin serpents trudged from their tips and fluttered into some of the spreading water - no doubt, Vash would attempt to utilize what was sprung to go on the rebound, but now that Omi was aware of the great tide's existence.. he could desire nothing more: "TERRIBLY WEAK!!"
It was so damn disturbing even to himself that he had just barely escaped becoming a half-dead corpse, or that he had narrowly escaped what others would've no doubt faltered in the face of - and was now sitting down on the ground, grinning like it was all hilarious despite his jaw groaning silently. A total riot. Yet, that was how Omi Barsait operated..
He was not a semi-finalist in the GTB Round I, a man so close to becoming king in the GTB Round II, and a man who almost single-handedly carried his team to the semi-finals of the supposed "Dark" Tournament - just because his trademark ability was potent. Nor was he all of these things and where he was now, solely because he was lucky. Fortune played a hand in it, assuredly. He'd been a fool not to see that.
But what got him this far, and what just now brought him to sitting on the sand staring at Vash like a malicious Cheshire Cat, was that his will and curiosity forced him to continue looking for holes. Always, until he was unconscious or dead, would he poke and prod the battle for a gap in his opponent's offense, an opening in his opponent's defense- and against their wishes, these cracks he would drive wide open. Where others saw impossibility, he only saw a riddle that needed broken wide open to yield the suitable reward. Nothing worth having is easy, after all.
Perhaps, however, it would be Vash that would send Omi home after two others had failed to perform the task. Perhaps.
But as his smile grew even wider, clearly taunting the wounded fighter far ahead.. it was clear Omi was a gateway to Vash's desired victory that wouldn't yield lest it was forced. To that end, Vash had two options. Succeed with his every effort and walk towards Round V a far superior fighter..
.. or be a step for Omi Barsait's opportunity to do the very same. Mind over battered matter!
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:21 am
Judging
So, I read this situation and then read the rather long AIM Haelstrom sent me, so here's my analysis and decision on it. Firstly, it was hard trying to figure out WHAT was going on in the first place. After a few re readings, I finally understand that the issue is between whether Vash will take a full punch or not. His reasoning is that an element that can move as fast as light itself can be reacted with no problem with the same speed of the mind's reflexes. However, that split second time period is too small for this tournament to try to do anything such as that, so I rule in favor of Omi. The punch will hit and the two fighters will be separately, of course with Omi taking his amount of damage, as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:04 am
Difference… there was a difference between Vash and Omi besides the simple obvious opposite poles of ability, one being a fire use and the other water.
As Omi sat up, a surprised smile came upon Vash face. “If only I had been so lucky. Omi… your one stubborn b*****d. Just give me the win already so I can go home and sleep…” he thought to himself. “Too weak!” he heard his opponent yell as he moved to reach a sitting position like Vash. “******** liar… He just got hit from a hell of an electric attack that even hurt me a bit and I’m used to that s**t. Even with his armor, he’s hurting quite a bit. Yeah, he’s hurting pretty bad.” His thoughts continued as he nodded to himself. Vash, doubted that Omi had recovered fully from his surge technique that hit him first. He also had to note that he was just hit with a full blown lightning assault. The worse had probably occurred in that short amount of time for Omi and his left side was probably damn near close to be dead or at the very least in a state of utter confusion for any signals his brain was trying to send to it.
Mobility for Omi was limited more that what he wanted Vash to think.
Secondly was the electrical charge that had passed through Omi’s body. True the amperage wasn’t anything needed to paralyze him, but the electricity should have been more than enough to do something else, something that would hurt deep the semi-finalist of the previous year. His precious snakes…. Vash wasn’t fully sure what those snakes were but one thing he could deduce was that they were torn asunder by an electric current. The snakes were a liquid substance that could possibly be phase controlled to be liquid, solid, or a gas. In theory for them to be within his bloodstream they had to be in a liquid form for a solid and a gas would disrupt blood flow and cause problems for his heart. IF this was then the case the electric current has also passed through the latent snake mass that was also within Omi. Now, one could not be sure of Omi’s production methods of the snakes, however, one thing that could be assumed was that there was a definite cap to the mass. His body could only hold so much, therefore they had to run out and be replaced. If the electric current did an exceedingly good job, which Vash was pretty confident it did, a portion of the snake mass would be greatly affected and disassembled like the examples prior. This time the disassembly occurred in Omi’s body which was probably another form of major discomfort. The large mass was probably dwindling and barely hanging onto life and however Omi wished to deal with that was his problem. Vash wasn’t going to give him the leisure time to think of how to handle it though.
“Weak Vash, terribly.” His opponent’s voice reached his ears once again as he tried to continue his monologue as to what things were. Vash could feel the snakes attack the water just below the surface of the sand. Anxiety crossed his heart as his savior was assaulted by demonic creatures. His left hand reached behind his back, grabbing the hilt of his Hekireki. As quickly as possible he held it forward with the blade pointing towards Omi’s chest. Quote: Thunder Bolt: Using the generators he can launch off electric balls. The orbs can fly a distance of 15 to 20 feet when thrown before dissipating.
Vash grimaced as the recoil pushed his left arm back slightly. Even that slight movement was enough to remind him of the damage he had taken to his now, numbing right side from Omi’s attack. If he had a way to completely deaden his right side he would have but his gauntlets could had one more left in em and he wasn’t about to waste it on a few broken ribs…. Well a broken right side…. If it wasn’t for the ice armor bracing him he may not have even been able to sit up…. Movement for him two would be limited, at least his own movement…
What was the difference between the two fighters? The final clash would answer that question.
Charge lvl Varying
Gauntlet(s): Lvl 0 Functionality 20%
Blade: 240,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (1 in use 5 used)
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:32 pm
Nothing felt right. Truth of the matter was, an easier solution would be just to lie down and let this battle end for the sake of "fighting tomorrow," but such a proposition was so absolutely disgusting to Omi, its very existence as an option would've infuriated him wasn't he grinning ear to ear. Partially, it was the adrenaline helping his shaky body keep operating even due the horrendous, hot-iron pain screaming across his very brain. Even as much, perhaps it was the trading of blows they had engaged in moments ago. Or perhaps..
Not even aware of the orb behind him, it was the slightest errant measure of motion from that procured blade's fancy trick that caused Omi to react. Yet, unable to rise onto his feet much less get out of the way very easily even were he in perfect shape, just what on earth would he do in a split instant that could change this scenario?
A snap. Left handed snap, hesitant from those constant bodily twitches but distinct.
"DAMN!!" One would hear Omi suddenly groan out loud in pain, practically shouting as the expanded blood-flow of his left shoulder wound seemed to expand but an inch before it appeared his entire left shoulder had exploded. Same trick as earlier, except far more reckless, far less controlled, yet exceedingly more blood to react to. It lurched Omi to his right (back towards his original location) at quite an impressive speed. That was his ticket into..!
..skidding in a bodily heap right into the earlier expansion of water that had nearly helped him along to death's horrendous gates. Left side up, right side down, Omi was practically burred in a miniature tide-pool of sand and water. It was a disgusting contour, to be sure. To top it, his left shoulder, which had begun to feel at least numb, lost that privilege as it pulsated in a thousand hells. And with Omi half-submerged into what would make another orb of electricity or two a horrendous fry-fest.. this could seem to some, to be the "end." Act V and final of the show.
Was it ever that easy, though? [ Renewal]
Spitting out a nasty mixture of water, sand, and his own blood - as the little tide-pool of twitching flesh mixed up around him like an atrocious soup.. something interesting would commence with all of Omi's remaining strength and focus going straight into the procedure. Left eye watching for Vash's inevitable next attack, right eye more obscured- that right eye..
.. began to redden up in that signature fashion, a serpent from Omi's right thumb bounding down the water's source. After all, that water sprung up in several places too convenient to be mere natural phenomenon! It only took the slightest bit of recon to confirm the water flow below. That told Omi even in his hazed state of mind two things -
I. Vash was not just a "lightning user," but had mastery over at least two elements, possibly more which wouldn't be ruled out.
II. This water had a good ways to travel if it was merely from the shore, or for that matter, a good ways to bubble up through the ground. There had to be a fair quantity; Vash couldn't just get rid of it all before Omi's dark intentions were through with it, even if he focused heavily on just that action. Not a chance.
"Say Vash.." Omi muttered out into the air, audible enough the enemy could make it out. He didn't really care if the opponent would give him time to speak or not, because it was a concurrent action - spreading out taunting words while making his last stand a good one. "I liked that thing you did, you know~ The one.. the one where all that electric charge flew from your body in an omnidirectional manner, it was neat. Dun' mind if I rip a note from your page, do ya?"
Left palm thrusting towards the enemy, the new predicament for this [Final Act] would begin to show its horrendous qualities in full. Omi was fairly certain were he to continue matching all the sources Vash had at his disposal with the serpent mass time and time again, eventually Barait's stamina would give to Vash's numerous methods of procuring a bolt so to speak - and Round IV would be his Gaia Tenkaichi Budoukai III footnote. Not favorable.
However, Vash had a notion wrong here. While the grand charge Omi took did indeed affect his body negatively to a grand degree, it did not affect the serpent mass in the matter of existence. After all, they stemmed from dear Omi's blood, and~
..his blood was currently flowing like Niagra Falls from his shoulders, his gums, his teeth, tongue, the points of impact from Vash's twin-fisted blow - blood and water was mixing like an ominous chemical this day, as serpent mass began to pump out of the shed crimson liquid and flood down the metaphorical "pipes" of water below, also staining the water around this young man's body.
 [ Tree of Encasement]
Spitting a mucus-filled volley of blood right onto the sand ahead of him mockingly, a 2" high serpent head began to pulsate out of it. Less a human than a chain of serpents, less a man than a tree extending its branches- Omi Barsait's laughter never quite stopped, as the blood oozing from where those gauntlet shards tore at the left hand's palm, nails, and tips - crimson mass slowly oozing out in with the flood. If the water was manipulated in some manner to envelop him, that'd been even more hilarious - the thought just had him in stitches!
"Weaaaaak Vaaaaash," He sung a crescendo; a prelude to the match's end, one way or another. And this time, it didn't ring with insincerity. Omi was entirely truthful, singing in a husky, ominous voice: "WEAK~!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 9:55 pm
His orb landed in its place behind where Omi once sat and Vash would be highly pissed that his shadowed orb had missed. This disappointment quickly turned to glee as Omi landed directly in a puddle of water. It didn’t take but a fraction of a moment for Vash to understand what had happened. The water told it all. The super heated air had a surprising yet normal affect on the liquid, changing it quickly from a solid ice sand mix to a liquid slush that Omi now floated in. “YES!! YES!! YES!!! YES!!!!!” Vash’s mind screamed as it quickly processed the situation. There was little Omi was a fool for allowing himself to land in the liquid. Despite his ability to utilize water in produce a more catastrophic flame as he had witnessed, he, like Vash, merely used one element to affect another, however there was a downfall to this tactic. In the presence of a master over such a substance, using another element to manipulate the one under a true master became more difficult, especially if that master knew how it was being done.
“Say Vash…” This was all Omi really had time to say. Quickly twisting the blade, he pointed it downward, thrusting it to pierce the sand beside him. Beneath the sand the blade extended, successfully touching the water below. Simultaneously, the water below the surface, right at the tip where the sword was going to pierce, converged, creating a channel of sorts right to Omi even the. Rather, a better wording for this was it was creating a circuit. By using the sand as an insulator and the water as the wires, water pushing grains of sand together in a tight fashion to line the walls of this structure, it created a direct path to where Omi now lie in wait. Even the surrounding puddle he was in had taken an insulated affect due to the quick enhanced mind and connection to his element. Thankfully, their point of clash only brought Omi, closer to where Vash now and that made the process so much faster and this would occur just as Omi's blood had just began to tint the water red. Now Omi was right in his assumption that he couldnt move the large mass out of the way before his snakes could swim through it, but by doing this, pushing sand forward while water within the immediate area of the puddle except where Omi laid and the created circuit beneath him retreated backwards. This was to keep the electricity in one path straight to Omi while forcing his snakes to have to push through the sand if they wanted to get to a larger source.
It would be like turning a light switch on. Electrical energy rushed Omi just as the snake mass began to make its way out of him through the blood and surround him, the electrical charge would in turn . Omi wouldn’t have time to do anything at all except take a burst of electoral energy the same as the last, enough to dismantle the snakes and remove his bodily functions. Even if he tried to utilize the water every burst of electrical charge through the snakes and his body would keep them from being able to use the hydrogen and oxygen that changed to gas and that's if Omi could move as fast as his electrical bursts. If need be, Vash would alternate his attack, creating vitiating bursts of energy. Soon, hopefully, Omi would quit… his head was hurting, his body was hurting… His lungs were hurting…
This was...... the end?
Charge lvl Varying
Gauntlet(s): Lvl 0 Functionality 20%
Blade: 220,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (1 in use 5 used)
Edited for clarity on what exactly the water is doing since it may have been a bit confusing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:19 pm
Dancing in victory only made a trip to the dirt more bitter.
The truth was, Omi for all of his tenacity was in poor shape. He could likely ration out his remaining stamina and continue fighting for a whiles provided it was kept to a slow-pace, and continue battle efforts for a while.. were the circumstances not as they were now. His opponent, weak and wounded though Vash was, utilized weaponry and abilities that were less dependent on his physical status; Omi was not blessed with such a luxury. He couldn't afford to mount gradually weakening resistances while the enemy's assaults remained constant.
He had to strike with his every last ounce of strength now, and rather than go for an impressive assault.. he had to utterly suffocate the opponent in one magnificent rush, because if he didn't, the fight was over either way for him.
And of course, that was just not an option.
Firstly, Vash had to understand the electricity would not be rumbling through his serpents, nor that the serpents would casually be flickered out at their normal pace. The substance by which these ghastly apparitions were composed of wouldn't hold a charge; the hope they would be erratic and useless before even coming into play was, regretfully, null and void. More importantly though, was that with all the wounds self-inflicted and not lining Omi's body, the serpent mass which extended from his blood didn't have to filter through the pores of his skin, nor did it necessarily have to take its normal, defined shape. Liken it to a bag of sand above you slowly filling a room - you in haste cut it open, and all you've done is fill the room with far more sand at a far greater pace.
In short, it really didn't matter how enhanced Vash's brain was in operating his various elemental manipulations this time, because the serpents flooding outward and "eating" up the water into a shroud of gas that would suffocate poor Omi were it not put to a more nefarious use soon, all occurred even as he was flopping into the sand- prior in fact. If there's two men in a footrace, one 5x faster than the other, the slower racer would still likely win were he only a few inches from the finish-line to begin with. To top it, while the manipulation of the water and such was surely doable by Vash instantaneously, thrusting the sword into the ground was not - it would give Omi, eyes so enraptured with Vash prior to the right performing its little trick, the perfect indication of what was such a terribly straight-forward maneuver, even a fighter with low-wit could figure it out.
If Vash can manipulate water, and he can discharge great amounts of electricity, he would attempt to use that. Not that he could now, given the water directly surrounding Omi was cut off from the source which made that electric rush towards the dark-clad fighter thanks to it no longer being H2O but simply H2 floating upward.
To top it: Omi's "tracking" serpents going to reach that water source had no problem gliding through the sands below. Like their real-life animal counterparts, they'd simply force their way on through the readily makeshift soil and keep right on target, a good four of them in an extremely tight-knit formation now spreading out in a four-pronged formation to reach their lovely goal while the sword-driven charge fell miserably short of its intended goal. One may as well've noted this at most slightly inhibited their speed, and only slightly, before they would no doubt reach the underlying, larger source of water and begin the cataclysm to come.
He was sure hurt to hell, and his body was going to fail him rather soon if not from the absurd amount of shock than from the blood-loss - but Omi Barsait was not so simply beaten; rarely was victory as simple as a single act, but rather a million woven into a fine mesh of glory.
[ Blocking: The Fine Art]The Serpentine Manipulation Artist's tenacity was both revered and reviled; even now, his haggard breath shook with excitement. The end would be tenacious, regardless of the outcome! He'd make sure of it!
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 9:11 pm
His attack fell short. He expected as much even though it was a hopeful thought to be able to finish the match that simply. It was obvious that they were both pretty hurt and Vash truly didn’t want to have to keep pushing Omi. Unlike Omi who was probably using his own energy to constantly provide defense after defense, Vash was pretty much chilling out and using pent up electric charge with small manipulations to bide his energy. Of course in his current state manipulations would soon become less reflexive and more strenuous due to the onset of fatigue from his broken ribs. He could also feel it becoming more and more difficult to breathe, possibly from a collapsed of collapsing lung. However, Vash felt his time would be better spent constantly forcing Omi to use his defenses to wear him out while battering his body and for this Vash had a plan. But just a mere moment before another sequence of events presented itself Omi would find that his snakes that tried to dig into the ground had a little bit of a problem. The water wouldn't let the snakes get close.
Dig and shove as they might, sand continuously was now being swept in their way by water as it continuously lined the wall to keep the snakes at bay. Of course they would make a little progress, but not as fast as Omi needed it to go. It would seem as if they were at an ultimate stalemate, merely waiting for one or the other to run out of stamina to place hit the other with a large attack. The only thing with this strategy was that Vash didn’t like playing the waiting game. The gears of his mind turned quickly as his mind formulated a new plot, an idea to use Omi’s own technique against him. Without, hesitation did water rise to the surface right beneath the orb a mere four feet away from Omi’ shooting it into the air a few feet above Omi’s motionless body… A spark emitted from the orb as it released its charge into the air… into the hydrogen filled air as Vash ducked down, a pained gas emitting from his lips as he did so, and lifted his blade a foot out of the sand….
BOOM!
ZzzZt!
An explosion rang forth throughout the battlefield as sand was kicked up from the small occurrence of hydrogen igniting due to the electrical spark. It wasn’t a difficult concept really. So many times had people lost their homes, articles of vast emotional importance lost in its destructive wake and it was all caused by a simple spark. Vash didn’t know what Omi was but he had seen that Omi was resistant to heat, possibly even flames, but what he wasn’t resistant to was the wave of force that would hit him from the miniature explosion that would be connecting with his body… hard. Luckily for him it wasn’t a very controlled explosion. Vash, despite his relative closeness to the blast would be ok in some sense. Sand flew over his body and heat wanted to eat him alive thankful his ice armor hadn’t been completely eaten and he would suffer less than Omi. Even surrounded by snakes, the force would be enough to knock them loose from their tight patrol of his body leaving him open to the real reason. The second noise emitted, muffled by the explosion was that of a bolt leaving the blade, via the small foot gap that had been revealed by Vash as he ducked low. The chemical reaction of hydrogen and oxygen always produced water. There was no way around this fact. This is what Vash was looking for.
Within that burst were molecules, few as they were but ever present, of rapid moving water in its gaseous state. Under normal circumstances they would fly off in any given direction as per the force of the explosion, however, Vash would catch a majority of these molecules while they were still within the cloud. This discharge would float from molecule to molecule at a speed scientists were still trying to comprehend and would eventually hit Omi with a grand total of one thousand volts. Omi would literally feel nothing from the electrical burst. However, this was the point. Behind the small voltage was an amperage charge of nineteen. It was a silent stunner of thief like nature. Even though applied differently, the charge wouldn’t die easily from the spreading water if anything an amp or two. All the while, Vash merely want one thing. “Just stay down Omi.” If worse came to shove, the hydrogen that Omi worked to create would be consumed before his snakes got a hold of it. The clock was ticking…
Charge lvl Varying
Gauntlet(s): Lvl 0 Functionality 20%
Blade: 219,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (0 in use 6 used)
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:51 pm
The serpents below unfortunately, would merely plow their way through the makeshift sand with relative ease. Even if the water in relation to the sand needed to traverse between the crimson and blue masses underground was performing its best shoveling act, the serpent mass was a rather makeshift substance as well, prodding through where gaps made themselves evident. Such a quickly slung together effort to prevent his entrance to the pool of water below would be futile against Omi Barsait, this his crimson apparitions would prove as one chunk of red substance after another began to flood into the water ahead like mocking fluids flooding cracks in a wall.
What that would lead to could only be guessed at this point, though one would have to agree: as Omi's right eye fluttered about between the various serpents below, gazing into the chaotic sight of red, tan, blue, white - it could not turn out pleasant. Perhaps the match could be called a "stalemate," but here was a breach that would challenge that status most angrily.
As for the orb - perhaps Barsait wasn't his most cognitive at this point, drooling a pitiful mixture of blood and saliva as his brain and body both threatened to shut down without notice if this all kept up, but he certainly wasn't rendered a fool. Vash had already played his mine card several times throughout the match, usually in a location out of direct sight of Omi; it was an overused and ever-expected ploy at this point. Fortunately, if his ears ringing though they were didn't tip him off by the sound of sloshing water flinging one of those troublesome orbs through the air, the shadow of the object which was exaggerated thanks to their arena border of flames would most certainly.
All it took to ignite the hydrogen gas present was a clash of his teeth.
The "tree" bloomed into a glorious aurora of flames, sending the wayward orb in the opposite direction likely before it could even trigger its shock. Now, Omi wasn't in a position where he could estimate the affects of the sudden spike in fire on that orb, but if three of his serpents could render one to the ground, then the "tree" his body played the stems for would outright blast it away like child's play.
It was untrue, the misconceived notion by those whom followed Omi's battling that he was impervious to heat, or flames. Rather, he was impervious to flames he created, along with the byproducts; you could liken it to two magnets of the same polarity trying to touch, flames spawned from his odd serpent-guided technique and the "mass" of the serpent substance stemming from his blood and skin pores. A child could light a cheap match and poke his left elbow, and likely he'd yelp in pain - where as he can practically engulf himself in flames he has held the hand of creation to, and practically shrug it off.
And while the explosive little display would've surely knocked him about normally.. in this case, it was occurring above him, around him, essentially driving him into the ground he was already well accustomed to being lodged in. Though sand would spray across him much to his chagrin, the effects of this would assuredly be less problematic for Omi than Vash, namely in the time to come.
However, if it was possible to believe, that wasn't the brunt of Omi's assault.
Most of his serpent mass wasn't being directed above the ground, given it only took one little ignition to create that horrendous mess. At most, a few of the serpents would be fluttering upwards to guide the ball of hydrogenated flames, tugging them down to earth where normally they'd be floating away.
So where was the majority going? The majority of those serpents, the apex of Omi's remaining, dwindling strength?Quote: Such a quickly slung together effort to prevent his entrance to the pool of water below would be futile against Omi Barsait, this his crimson apparitions would prove as one chunk of red substance after another began to flood into the water ahead like mocking fluids flooding cracks in a wall.
The left however, as his left pinky, ring, and middle fingers clutched down- would signal for a large chunk of that water below to be turned into the hydrogenated gas, before without a single instant's hesitation, the remaining two fingers clutched into a fist- signaling the remainder of the serpents and Omi's stamina to come into fruition.
If you thought an explosion above ground could kick up some sand, try an even more massive one with a larger amount of fuel occurring hardly beneath ground level! There was already air where the water wasn't occupying thanks to its little sand-shifting act, meaning air currents flowing through sand allow the object on top of the sand to more readily take up space that the particles of sand can hold up. This combined with the uprising explosion..
... well, a large, large chunk of the ground between Omi and Vash would find itself turning into a disgusting, smoldering glass-meets-slop mixture that would proof too difficult a chasm for that secondary ground impalement of the sword to reach Omi with. It'd have a little inhibiting detour to make, shall we say.
And that was it. Omi had just created hell within the ring of fire, and was now attempting to even fill the ring with more flames as the mass easily 5x the space Barsait's body occupied lumbered towards Vash like a vengeful wraith. It was a wrathful combination - ..and the last of Barsait's strength. Beyond this, it was doubtful he could even procure a single serpent.
 The question was: would he need to, as that right hand stretched forward with a few bones popping awkwardly to grasp onto the tuft of air representing Vash? Was the fight over, against or for him? The cataclysm continued!
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 9:19 pm
THAT FOOL! To think that he would invoke an explosion of such a manner while they both stood in such states. At this point Vash was no longer simply concerned about the outcome of the match, but the safety of the onlookers as well. You see, the water he brought from down below was not just taking up one area, but a very large area of the ring. An uproar of that extent could harm all onlookers even though the majority above would be guided by Omi. He had to stop it. Hydrogen flames always produced the same item when burned. And that was H2O and like Omi was using the last of his snakes to utilize what he thought to be an opening, Vash would be ready to utilize his own element to stop it. Never, reaching the point where he had to duck due to Omi's rude interruption, Vash removed his blade from the earth while his right hand painfully dug into the pouch at his side.
Overdrive:
He was planning on doing this later but now was better than never. It was a slight twist on his lightning encasement but now, he was in control. All of his remaining mines set off within the pouch, the electrical charge assimilating into the right gauntlet, to his left and directly into the blade that pointed at the looming cloud of death.
Crsht.... Snap....
The blade couldn't handle the charge nor could his gauntlets take the sudden stress as they too smoked and raged in their own pain before a supercharged bolt shot from the blade. It broke upon release, breaking into three pieces as the electric savior flew into the cloud and blood filled Vash's right lung. The bolt expanded withing the plume, electricity expanding throughout the newborn water molecules and downwards towards Omi in a supercharged state of 600,000 plus volts with very little amperage. The expansion of electrical energy disrupted Omi's control forcing the flames rather than come down, but to assume its rightful death in the sky as water and fire ripped itself apart along with Omi's snakes. The charge even managed to track below as it grounded itself, not stopping the explosion below but weakening it enough so not to destroy the entire arena but to merely separate both fighters again to their opposite corners yet again with Vash barely in the ring by the mere chance of what was left of his blade re-entering what was left of the ground and slowing his backwards movement as he held fast to it. <******** idiot..." Vash thought as he laid on his chest, coughing up some blood. You damn near killed us all. All of his weapons broken, and body tired, there was little he could do but force himself to sit up once again, willing his battered body, ice armor at a grand 10% worth of protection after the near "death of all life" explosion. "Great fight though.... I should have used it..." Both fighters were there, exhausted, Omi possibly unconscious with Vash following quickly behind him. The arena looked as if "Judgment Day" had occurred, onlookers cheering for not only he for saving them all but at Omi as well for the fight he put up and have to endure multiple electrical shocks including the last bit of grounding electricity from his counter (probably not much at all since it was utilizing the water in the air as a catalyst to help direct the hydrogen attack straight up and disperse it and also reduce some force of the underground explosion that would have caved in the entire area. 20,000 volts at the most probably hit Omi but even that can be debated lower.) . At this point there was no clear winner for it didn't just matter, who fell unconscious first now did it? If it did, he sure hoped he was the only one of the two still conscious. He really wanted to be conscious on his way out... He couldn't stand not being seen where he's taken... And if only for that alone, he would endure just a bit longer even through hazy vision at the rings edge.
Charge lvl 0
All weapons destroyed.
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