Beta vs Andron on Mount Everest!

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Alright, both competitors will start at opposite ends. The entire area can be explored and destroyed. I wanna see clean fighting all the way though. So no... Screw it go all out! Begin!

[commander7890]

Andron walked calmly through the frozen mountain top of the odd terran mountain. Mount Everest they called it. Regardless of what they called it, the going was steep, steep that any normal man might have incredible difficulty, but the sorcerer was an astartes, his enhanced body and environmentally sealed power armor made the climb effortless and the cold non-existent. Surrounding his large form was his constant psychic aura that showed as a deep purple glow.

Approaching the top, he took a look around the snowy landscape and could not help but curl his lips in disgust. This place remained ever the same, always cold, always a mountain. It lacked the great change that his god demanded of everything and being in such a place disgusted him. Still, all things would change soon enough, all things always did.

For now, he had more of the mountain to explore, as he had yet to reach the top but was nearing it now. He could not help but probe out with his mind, feeling the presence of another powerful, making him wonder what new challenge he may find in this harsh environment.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

The terrain was simple enough, the highes point on the surface of the planet Earth... cold, bleak, and unwelcoming to those who never knew it. As inhospitible as this region was, though, it's effects to mortals only took mild affect on him. His training in elemental properties brought him to build a sort of tolerance against these enviroments, he would be well suited trecking up a volcanic mountain as well because of this atribute. The real reason why he was here was simple, the urgent premenition that sounded along the confines of his mind in meditation weeks earlier drove him here. He knew a person of great power would rear his presence to this place as well.. and as some cosmic power wound their fates together.. they were now intertwined.. weather that be good or bad.

His booted feet crunched along the new and bare snow incline, the occasional flared colors of jackets belonging to bodies of random mortal travelers dotted the landscape.. a testimate to the mountains cruelty. Then.. something caused his deep thought to fleet from existance... The gentle melodic tune that constantly eminated from the pitch black stone upon his staff changed... a small warning whine sounded out.. lost in an updraft of snow caused by new winds.. winds that now batted his side of the mountain creating a fne sheet of cover.. Someone else was here.. his foresight had not failed him.. as it usualy never did.

[commander7890]

Andron could feel the presence get ever closer, it seemed that the weaver of fates had brought the two here together, to fight, to kill. Most likely each other, which only made Andron grin underneath his mask. Oh how he ever did enjoy his life in service to tzeentch.

With a snap of his fingers, dark mist surrounded him and soon standing infront of the sorcerer was a copy of himself. Now it was not an illusion or manifestation of power to form an image of himself, no it was a trueblooded daemon of tzeentch taking his form. A doppelganger, really. While not as powerful as himself, the doppelganger would fulfill its role suitably.

With a thoughtless command, he sent it through the mountain, heading in the direction of this other entity. It would be interesting to see what his opponent would do. Resort to violence directly? Or perhaps ask questions. There were so many ways to manipulate the mind to make fights easier, as that was the way of tzeentch, schemes, plots, change.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

A small sound of deep thought passed his lips, his abilities to delve into the mists of the future and pick out tid bits of things to come alerted him to an incoming opponent... though it wasn't exactly the opponent he had seen before. Could he be wrong? Or could it be something similar.. a duplicate perhaps? Most likely... He did hope that this thing would try mele attacks at first.. or hell.. maybe this is an allie fate had sent to him? Though if it got to close his staff's defence mechanisms would kick in, sending black bolts of lightning toward what ever was heading toward him.. hell even if the thing made it past the bolts and went in for mele strikes his foresight would aid him in a way as to where he could pick out certain moves before they happen... se he could move out of the way.. prolonging his existance.

How the thing was maneuvering through the blizard he had created was beyond him.. the thing should of froze to death or at leat slowed.. maybe it would happen soon enough. He did not want to be caught off gaurd though.. so as the blizzards raged small silver whisps and tendrils of auric energy carried out onto his left palm.. the staff heald in his right with a death grip. The silver tendrils seemed to pool along his finger tips and harden into spike like casing that would now cover his five left fingers... extremly sharp.. ready for blood. So there he stood.. waiting.. watching things mostly through his senses and mild foresight, his pulled down hood blocking out most of his physical vision.

[commander7890]

Andron followed a little ways behind the doppelganger, it body moving exactly as he would, its own fake staff clutched in its right hand. As it got closer to the target, Andron could begin to make out details. It appeared to be a young human, possibly in the teen years from the bodyshape, but with the storm blowing it was difficult for the sorcerer to pick out any facial features.

The doppelganger continued towards the boy, not stopping, not running, nor even making any signs of attacking. It simply walked closer and closer to him, now obviously within eye-sight. It, in exact appearance of Andron himself, was a large figure clad in thick blue armor plating, an ornate and large helmet on top of its head. It easily towered over the boy, standing at about 8 and a half feet tall with an incredibly large body-frame that, if any flesh could have been seen underneath, would no doubt show intense musculature.

It advanced at its own pace, Andron watching patiently and with glee. He himself was further back in the blizzard, beyond what the normal human could see with their eyes. His astarte's eyesight did not fail him, however, as he still managed to watch the shadows of the two as the doppelganger got ever closer. What an interesting day this was turning out to be.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Yes... something had been coming toward him.. or more like two somethings now. The interesting vision had caught up with him moments before they truely came into his vision, which was respectivly far greater and more acute then a simple human. Though the sight interesting either way. A man in heavy intircate blue armor made his way.. [mindlessly?] through the blizzard and towards Drake himself... he was not really trying to be sneaky.. for his foot steps were easily heared among the crunch of the snow. By this time the black stone on his staff was letting out an ungodly shriek, black energy crackled and fizzed along the smooth features of the rock.

As the thing came ever so closer Drake raised his left hand, the auric spikes on his fingers pointing directly toward the thing.. though it would be cruely invisible to anyone not trained in a way to see these energies. "Come not further, one more step will count you as an enemy toward us." He spoke in an otherworldly echoing voice.. as if about two or three voices at the same pitch, but warped in different ways spoke in unison. It was how he regularly spoke, usualy causing the opponent to think that more men were hidden in the near-by area. As his voice curled along the whisps of his own warm breath and the flakes of the blizzard, the spikes on his fingers began to fizz from the very ending and crackle with energy, small tendrils of silver began to pool at the tips of the spikes.... If the energies could not be seen by his opponent the intense heat could be felt as the pooled energy began to bubble lightly and snap, pop, fizz.

[commander7890]

Andron chuckled softly. Even at the man's threat the doppelganger showed no sign of stopping, slowing or speeding up. It simply continued walking towards him, azure eye-slits glowing faintly in the blizzard. The daemon could see the feint traces of energy on the man's hands, and the heat it hardly even noticed. It was, afterall, a daemon of tzeentch. Its actual form was no doubt covered in ever-changing flames that never remained the same color for more than half a second, each flame no doubt just as hot, if not hotter, than whatever this boy could produce. Though in this material realm, such a thing was not possible to bring out, not without the proper rituals and sacrifices made to summon the daemon in its true form.

The sorcerer watched in satisfaction as the daemon simply continued without fear or even acknowledgment of the boy's threat. Though it looked heavily armored, it was indeed false. Daemonic flesh was what formed this being, not metal. If felt, one might even think it was metal from touch, but it was flesh. Non-pulsing, daemonic flesh. In some senses this made the daemon's "armor" superior to that of his own, as the beings of daemons were known to be able to shrug off very hardy blows. It was one giant weakness as well though, as any damage made to its form was its body being damaged.

This would be quite interesting to watch. What powers this foolish child had at his disposal must be observed, afterall. In order to defeat one's opponent, you must know your opponent.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Enemy it t'was, came the resolution as it appeared in the boys mind, bouncing around. He knew a fight was inevitable now.. of course.. but the situation was still a bit odd to him so as he calculated measure and possible actions with foresight and common sense his thoughts froze... What ever was behind the blue armored brute was the one in control... this must be a dummy.. a test most likely. Well this would not do, there would be no revealing of any secrets besides a few.. so he took only a few moments to contemplate his next move. With pops and snaps of energy all five of the collective silver auric spikes shot out toward the armored beast. These spikes would respectivly have one of two affects, if it made contact with the intended target it would adhere onto the armor in a searing hot sappy way before exploding with suprising power, dealing varying degress of damage along the thing depending on how thick it was and were it made contact.

If the spikes made contact with the ground, silver protrusions.. almost like vine or cord would burst from the spikes and hurdle toward random directions in the near area. This wire is very sharp and can cause considerable damage to a subdued opponent with vessels near their skin or simple act as an intricate binding toward the stronger.. more thick skinned enemy. As the spikes crackled toward thier destination Drake turned on his heels and began to walk the opposite direction, soon dissapearing into the blizzard, though constantly keeping an eye out on the two behind him with foresight.

[commander7890]

The daemon continued forward, stopping only as the five spikes stuck into its armor by a few centimeters. It looked down at them even as they hissed and exploded in a large cloud of energy. As it soon became visible, the doppelganger was most obviously grievously wounded. Its entire left side was missing, showing the bubbling daemon flesh underneath its disguise. Gouts of oddly colored flame sprayed out of its hideous wound, accompanied by an immaculate and very inhuman cry of pain. Its body collapsed to the ground and soon vaporized in a quick flash of light.

Andron whistled appreciately at the display, enjoying the sight of such power. Oh yes, this would be an interesting challenge indeed! Suddenly, the boy turned and began to run away, perhaps aware of Andron's presence. It mattered little to the sorcerer, he could run all he liked, but sooner or later he would have no where else to run.

The chaos sorcerer opened one hand up, which now glowed dark with chaotic energy. It appeared in a darkish purple, becoming lighter towards the center. Raising his hand to the sky, a series of 7 bolts shot from his palm. They writhed and twitched as they moved, often changing courses at random and without any control. Despite this, they still homed in on their target's area.

They were....inaccurate, to say the least. Their ever shifting paths made them difficult to get an effective hit with, but also made them equally difficult to dodge should one land in the right place. Upon hitting the ground, or their target, they would explode in a 10 foot diameter, acting in much similarity to an artillery barrage but on a much smaller scale and with highly corroding warp energy that contorts and twists flesh and metal alike.

Having finished his attack, the sorcerer would calmly keep pace behind the boy, following him through the icy mountain-top, on his hunt.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

((He turned and walked off Commando, he didn't run. lol ))

The boy continued to walk on as the report of five direct hits snapped through the cold air. He never thought the dumb thing would continue on into his birage.. but aparantly it did. There was a cry far off between the white folded sheets of the blizzard, a heat of some sorts.. then silence.. The wall of white was too thick to register the flash that sent the thing back to what ever hell it was going to. He expected that if this was a fight.. he would be attacked, so he kept every sense but his physical sight open and ready.. so it wasn't a suprise when he felt energy crackling through the air toward him... So it begins... He thought as his mild foresight kicked in, bolts of energy cracked through the sky.. coming toward him. He barely had enough time to throw himself out off to the right, landing in the snow as the first bolt of dark energy cracked into the ground, exploding in a ten foot diameter.. must be powerfull with such a small area of damage cover.

Other bolts were only moments behind, so he barely had enough time to tap a symbol on the right hooded region of his robe and erect a large green translucent barrior. The bolts snapped and cracked against the wall, small cracks began to form of the green surface as more bolts came. It stood up though, cracking and shattering into green energy after the last bolt struck, the energy left over from the explosion pushed him further into the snow. Powerfull to say the least.. he needed to be more careful. The whine of his staff seemed to pour from the stone now, cascading to all different areas... well he couldn't keep it waiting.. so the boy lifted his staff toward the area he had come fro, emitting a pitch black bolt of destructive energy from the stone, flying towards the enemy. If this bolt his it would begin a very painfull and slow process of disintigration, which could be stopped by the removing of armor before the energy reaches the pperson or removing the limb it made contact with. As the bolt dissapeared into the white, he picked himself up, ready.

[commander7890]

((Why do people keep calling me Commando? D: Commander is different than Commando ;-)

Andron's Astartes reflexes kicked in as a screaming bolt of black energy sped towards him. With a simple adjustment of his head, the bolt had missed. Well, mostly missed. It skimmed one of the horns on his helmet, which now began to slowly dissolve without any signs of stopping. Andron's more supernatural senses could feel this, and he unfastened his helmet to examine the damage, letting his long black hair flow out behind him and slowly begin to cover in snow.

Finding that the helmet's decay showed no signs of stopping, he dropped it to the snowy ground and continued on as it was slowly turned to nothing by the boy's attack. An interesting ability, this opponent was getting more and more exciting by the second. He licked his lips deviously, delighted in the agonizing death he would give his opponent. Now, instead of dark energy forming in his free hand, a cascading ball of fire engulfed it. It shifted in colors and hues, direct energy of the warp manifested into flame.

Andron tossed the ball of flame towards the boy, the ball screeching loudly with the powers of the warp that flowed through it. It would explode upon contact, covering a good 30 feet with its fires that would burn for several seconds after. The fire was notorious for its ability to eat through most substances quickly, but as it was a product of the warp it could not last long in this dimension. Within 6 seconds after the explosion the fire would simply disappear as it had never been there, but any damage it might have wrought would remain.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Drake had hoped the black bolt of swift revenge would mark it's target. Though it only hit it's helmet, it was clear that his armor was ot impregnable and that he could be hit with apllied stress. He knew another attack would be eminate though he was not sure who it would be from and how it would come about. Though it was obviouse he was going for the straight forward rutine again after a flaming ball of multi-colored fire tore through the confines of relaity and directly toward Drake. Usualy the direct aproach was most deadly, though it's effects could be lessened if it made it's mark farther away. Like a hand grenade landing twenty feet from a man, his chances for survival would be 50% higher then that of a man who was only ten feet away. So it was all he could do as to through out one of his simpelist auric barriors, flashing into existance from a small golden silver symbol that now stained is left hand.

The flame ball did what it had been designed to do, it exploded on impact taking at least two seconds to eat through the barrior it had hit before flying in all directions. Unfortunatly Drake had been in such direction, though through his most high reluctance to do so, he tore the thick, heavily symboled, blood red sash that tied his robe together infront of himself. The sash expanded by the means of the sow licking and whipping about the area. It expanded far enough to catch the flames flying toward him, besides the few that landed to burn parts of his feet before dissapearing a second later. This time retaliation was as swift and severe as the scorched and melted earth left uncovered by the sudden flame. Several black as pitch bolts of energy rocketed outward from the black stone of his staff, curling wikedly toward the man who was nw obviously shillouetted in front of him. Drake was rightly done with these shows of power as the bolts rocketed forth Drake held his hand outward toward his opponent, flames licked to life almost imediatly and as if exponged from a different demision raced to engulf him whole. The heat intense enough to sear through the snow, but not without causing massive torrents of scolding steam to rocket every other way.

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Voting time:

Beta:
Style:7
Originality: 7
Adaptibility: 6
Hits: 4
Total: 24

Andron:
Style: 4
Originality: 8
Adaptibility: 6
Hits: 6
Total: 24

Victor: Niether

This was too close a fight to decide really, both of them fought well, and neither had a major weakness to be exploited. Well by unfortunate circumstance in the event of a tie niether competetor will proceed onto the next round. Sorry guys, maybe next year.