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Post by Sparda on Aug 9, 2012 18:50:08 GMT -6
Eva. He knew she'd be mentioned eventually, and though Sparda's face remained steely and impassive, he felt a small nerve struck by his alter ego's talk of his compassion making him give up greater power.
"Tch. You've even inherited Mundus' failure to understand compassion." Sparda cast a glance upwards, not a moment's concern on his face, at the hail of phantom swords sent rocketing down at him. With a mere flick of his hands, he sent his own storm of blades up to meet it, the black drowned out in a flurry of violet.
Another gesture of the Dark Knight's fingers, and the remaining blades quickly turned and lanced downwards at his counterpart at double the speed.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 9, 2012 20:37:06 GMT -6
His aura was spread thick now and as the Dark knight's Phantom swords came streaking towards him, they met a wall of the Dark King's Phantom blades each one so closely knitted together they formed a nice, spiked barrier. About the top half of the wall was destroyed by canceling out his enemy's attack. The rest of the sword began to spread out more before encompassing him in a spherical shell "I have compassion, After all... when this is all over with I could easily kill every human and non-demon. But instead I'll give them a choice..."
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Post by Sparda on Aug 10, 2012 16:36:09 GMT -6
Sparda seemed to be wearing a permanent scowl around his other self. Tightening his grip, he observed the shifting dome of blades, looking for a way past.
"You call that compassion?" he snarled "Sounds like coercion to me. Slavery or death, just as Mundus would have decreed."
With a swing of his blade, he sent two more phantom swords rushing at his foe, these ones seething with large charges of energy; one aimed at the Dark Sparda's head, the other at his heart. At the last moment, just before his shield of swords would've moved to protect him, a pair of discs of cloud swirled into being in the paths of the Dark Knight's flying blades.
Two more opened within the corrupted King's shield, and through the portals Sparda's swords shot, inches from impaling his counterpart and violently exploding.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 10, 2012 22:17:29 GMT -6
He chuckled darkly, " Slavery, death, or subjugation to the corruption." He was a about to react accordingly before the portals his adversary threw up sucked the swords. If he knew himself like he did... he would use them to get beyond his barrier... the question was where from? His answer came shortly as the portals opened within his sword barrier but just as the very tips of the blades began to peak from the black disks, violet demonic arrays overlayed the portals and locked the portals down. But before the portals closed in on themselves on his enemy's end, the sword's collided with the seals exploding and jetting the force and power of it backwards through his portal openings. " Really?" |
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Post by Sparda on Aug 12, 2012 8:48:39 GMT -6
Almost made it, but his other self was quick to put up his last-moment defence. Sparda would clearly need to think a little further outside the box to get the drop on this foe, who thought and fought almost exactly like him. Scowling for a moment, he sidestepped the plume of violet flames, eyes narrowing.
"Funny," he remarked offhandedly. "Under any other circumstances, I'd perhaps enjoy fighting myself." Raising his right foot, he stomped the ground beneath his feet, crushing the leathery flesh that had spread underfoot. A mighty rumble was felt before the rock beneath his opposite shattered and burst upwards, the fleshy Corruption tearing under the force as great jagged slabs of rock erupted from beneath to skewer the Dark King and scatter his shield of blades.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 12, 2012 17:15:55 GMT -6
He smiled and laughed a bit, " I thought the same thing." He jumped just as his foot shot down onto the floor and preformed a double jump only to flip midair and land gracefully on the top of a spike. " This is getting no where fast..." The barrier of blades vanished and he drew his sword once again. " Let's talk the Kiddy-gloves off, yes?" With that being said he appeared to blur out of vision, the power in his speed evident as that spears of earth exploded into dust from his step. In that instant, Sparda was above his adversary unleashing one hell of a black driver towards his adversary. |
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Post by Sparda on Aug 12, 2012 18:21:28 GMT -6
No more games. Sparda narrowed his eyes, entirely focused, and when the devastating Drive came, he disappeared amidst the enormous explosion and cloud of dust.
Almost without a sound, he reappeared right above his airborne counterpart, having dashed out of the way and used the dust cloud as cover to leap skyward. Somersaulting over his foe, he aimed a vicious axe kick to the base of his back to smash him down to the ground, then continued his spin and swung Revelation to unleash his own, grander Drive, a seething wall of amethyst hellfire raging forth from the blade and bearing down upon his corrupt other self.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 12, 2012 19:04:07 GMT -6
Sparda twisted his body round in the air, crescent kicking his enemy's axe kick away from him and as his Driver was coming down upon him he smiled, five swings of his sword and giant slashes of black soon flowed from his sword from his overdriver technique. The first met the dark knight's with equal power, canceling one another out in a plume of smoke before the other remaining four cut through the air towards the Dark Knight.... The Dark King on the other hand had become a blur before trans-locating above the purple clad Sparda. His sword, Sudnum shifting into an Odachi before he unleashed a powerful Million slash towards his opponent. |
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Post by Sparda on Aug 13, 2012 18:07:31 GMT -6
Sparda's expression remained immovably dark. A platform of energy materialised beneath his feet, allowing him to cease his jump in mid-air and prepare for his foe's counterattack.
From the scattered debris beneath, the shadows warped and took form, suddenly shooting upwards at the Dark Knight like towering columns of miasma. A sphere of this fog formed around the demon moments before the multitude of Drives would hit home; suddenly, the hollow sphere began writhing violently, countless thin blades of condensed shadow jutting out of it and spinning madly around Sparda.
Infused with his power, sparks of violet light coursing through the darkness, the innumerable jet blades struck the fierce Drives with enormous force, easily detonating and dispersing them. The alternate Sparda would find his blade met with a barrage of furious slashes at many times his speed, two swiping at his body for every one that parried his swings.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 14, 2012 3:22:44 GMT -6
He only need to speed up his swings himself as the two clashed blades repeatedly throwing sparks around them. He laughed for each strike that hit him, his demonic regeneration taking care of his wounds every time, taking only mere seconds to heal even the deepest gash as The Dark King followed suite speeding his attacks up and increasing their power. " That's Right![/color]" He barked out among his laughter and over the heavy chirping of their blades clashing. " Show me the true demon you really are![/color]" He roared out in amusement as he put all his power into the downward slash he adamantly referred to as a Helm Breaker looking to slam Sparda into the ground. He took a moment, brushing stray silver strands from his face before staring his opponent down. " Show me that you didn't forget EVERYTHING you really are!" |
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Post by Sparda on Aug 14, 2012 19:52:39 GMT -6
The sphere of writhing shadow shifted in the face of the powerful Helm Breaker, reforming and condensing into a shield against its power. The blow erupted with a hollow, resounding crash of blade against living darkness that echoed for miles across the city, and the shield dispersed with its master unharmed. From beneath the vanishing dark, Sparda sneered up at his opposite number. The clouds of darkness shifted once more at his command, coiling around Revelation and the hand that clutched it and reshaping itself again into a much larger form. Once more it dispersed and returned to the debris, revealing a transformed Revelation, infused with the power of Sparda's familiars and aglow with rivulets of amethyst luminescence. "Don't presume to believe I fight simply because it's in my blood," he snapped back. "I have plenty of warmongers like you to deal with right now. I fight because I must."
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 21, 2012 23:07:47 GMT -6
He only mildly smirked, " So you say..." He didn't pay much mind to his opponent's action, instead he dismissed his current sword and summoned a new one. There was a large heavy feeling like gravity was being pulled into the one centralized area above Sparda's palm. A suffocating power rising from it as everything around the two began to fade to black all that was left was them two in some pocket dimension. The air around this nexus began to shake as an uneasy feeling would develop in his opponent's stomach. The power that was imitating was well familiar to both of them it was the weapon that the original Prince of Darkness hardly every used, except for the time when they turned against him. It was a weapon who's power was so great that it forced millions to their knees and held the full raw power of Mundus in each swing. It was simply known as, Inperium And as it's shape came to be a huge wave of pressure was released towards his opponent, but what resided within Sparda's hand was going to be one hell of a test for the Legendary Dark Knight. " Remember this?" His power increasing to the point that it influenced gravity around them making it denser around his opponent as he would feel the crushing weight of the Legendary King's power. The worst part... Sparda was still only in his hybrid form... |
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Post by Sparda on Aug 22, 2012 6:35:30 GMT -6
That sword... Its seething power and the presence of the pocket dimension they'd been drawn into were both more than a little familiar. Under any other circumstances, Sparda might have permitted himself to enjoy the nostalgia, but there was too much at stake here for him to have much to jest about.
He kept Revelation hoisted and ready, stood firm in the face of the strengthening gravity; with a single mighty swing, he answered the pressure wave with a broad blast of his own energy, batting it aside in a wall of violet. Even now, he remained his counterpart's equal with the empowerment of his vampiric side, his many familiars fuelling him.
"I remember it," he answered. "I remember it utterly failing to stop me." In an instant, as if even this stronger gravity was negligible, he was in the air above his foe, bringing Revelation down in a devastating Helm Breaker to the back of the other's head.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 22, 2012 11:36:47 GMT -6
" That's because Mundus never was much of a fighter. Unlike us...[/color]" He smiled for a moment before turning on his heals and meeting his opponent's Helm Breaker with a vicious High Time uppercut, as the swords connected a huge, black driver was released at point blank range. |
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Post by Sparda on Aug 28, 2012 15:46:13 GMT -6
"Wow..."
Sparda met his foe with a Drive of his own, violet flames dancing across Revelation's blade as he clashed with Imperium, a weapon he remembered so very well. The two searing waves of demonic power detonated against one another, the entire plateau engulfed in a colossal blast of amethyst and crimson flames that twisted around each other, a mad dance of destruction that razed the cliffside buildings and cast a glow across the battlefield beneath.
Above the carnage, Sparda reappeared, his clothes charred badly in a number of places. The force of the blast had shattered the lens of his monocle, which now dangled freely from the breast pocket of his waistcoat. Senses on high alert, he kept watch for his opposite number.
"We actually agree on something."
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