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@alexander_apex: No worries, its a screenshot now ;) Thanks man, that's extremely high praise.

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Waits patiently...

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#53  Edited By Raleigh_Aurelius

@_conquest_: You should still jump in on this.

No worries, my man. I just got my hands on some GTA V so I'll join in later, let you guys wear down a bit on NPCs lol. Also the Y2 pics should be rdy sometime this weekend.

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@fugue said:

Waits patiently...

For?

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The purposely slicked back bang along the right side of L's face. momentarily swayed with the forceful emergence of a champion. Not Thee, Champion but a champion of renowned reputation nevertheless. Flesh, tattooed with the decorative signs of previous injuries were an aggrandizing signature upon his persons. His words carried the weight of a thousand conquering armies, and his physique was a representation of unmitigated might.

True to form, the inflexible determination of the Son of Tomorrow premiered through his ascetic twirling of his blade. An intrepid inauguration that brought the ecliptic assortment of celebrated attendees to their feet. Verbally jousting with the would be King of the Cage before blitzing forward with amalgamated speed and strength. Slashing and side-stepping. Weaving in, and fading back. Feinting and countering. To say it was an impressive display would have been a malnourished representation of artistic combat. And yet credit had to be delved out to the pale blooded warrior. Equal to the task with his own creative authorization of skill, power, and speed.

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Folding his god-like arms across his prolific chest, Alexander began to levitate. An arrogantly cocked brow exhibited his unwise dismissal of his opponents combat acumen. Sharping his gaze in an act of perfected focus, L uncoiled his arms and opened them with extravagant expansion. Before instantaneously 'thunder-clapping' them shut. Manufacturing a hurricane like burst, sharp and directly towards the mighty magistrate of BattleWorld. Its intensity and unbridled fury ripped the arena floor apart. Spectators were flung from their seats with unforgiving violence. And yet, in the end, the champion stood steadfast. Forearms X'd across his face for partial protection. A juggernaut incarnate he had not moved. He had not retreated an inch.

".....Mother****er........" His expression was one of bewilderment. His opponent was a far cry from the assassins he had moderately trained with. His opponent was a far cry from human. His opponent was......war uninterrupted.

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As the bout escalated, so did the pitch of the spectators' roar. Marveled by the youthful tenacity of their towering champion's daring adversaries, taken aback by their sizzling energy, charmed by the wicked swagger and charisma of the False God, and socially disarmed by the effortless flair of the Azure Son's style and aggression, the crowd had no choice but to stand on their feet. The kicked up dust, ionized and heated by the kinetic energy of their attacks and movement, settled into the air as gasps were heard. The cosmic Goliath's frame, thick slabs of muscle and bone stood, a motionless silhouette in the haze of luminous dust that soon faded. Scarred but unmoved, lacerated but uninjured, the arena's champion made one single motion.

Cracking his knuckles, one hand at a time, the New God, watching from a distance, his expression earnest but absent of frustration, his antimatter blade held tightly by the hilt. Shock-waves, kinetic energy rippled through the air, cracking the arena walls with its might, a simple consequence of the pale champion's one single motion. Leonel darted forward, but was intercepted, a monstrous fist at the end of even more monstrous arms blasting into his features. The tallest combatant, the Goliath's reach was his greatest weapon. Again the New God darted forward, but this time, sought to use his speed, and footwork to bypass his opponent's reach and enter clinch-range to unleash his vicious, grappling pedigree. Yet as he rushed forward and hopped to the side, circling away from the jab that was thrown, Leonel, landing on his rear-foot and using it to spring himself forward with the intent of underhooking his arms, his chin rang.

Rang with pain that seized his cranium as the sharp point of a spinning back elbow rammed into it. He felt the centrifugal force and momentum from the spin, and he felt every iota of kinetic energy from the strike as it flung him across the arena floor, crashing him into a wall with cracks that deepened from impact. Muscle fibers twitching with centuries of battle experience, the Goliath threw a punch. Though with his frame on the ground and the False God in the air, the strike, conventionally, had no means of connecting. But accelerating to relativistic velocities and carrying mass, the fist struck the particles in the air with so much kinetic energy that incited a violent chain reaction. Particles met in high-energy collisions as an explosion, of scorching heat and destructive force sought to consume the arena and reach into the air to swallow the False God whole. The arena's defenses were quick, force fields of perpetually replenished quantum particles shielding the spectators, the field unable to be annulled by the explosion, protected them.

With his energy reserves depleted from his journey through the cosmos, Leonel lacked the resources to generate his usual field of perpetually replenished virtual particles, which meant his durability was not optimal. With the surface of his skin superheated, the New God refused to wince or in any way express the pain that seized his body. He was a soldier, a warrior hardened by his experiences in Reality-M. As the heat burned through patches of flesh and lit his bones, the New God rose at the heart of the explosion, quiet fury touching his golden boy features. "Is that all?", he smirked, defiant, a plan in mind as he reached his partner, telepathically, with the psionic energies stored in his personal quantum state, "Attack from a distance. Long ranged blasts, whatever you can do to distract him from the outside while I get inside".

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@azure_son: Hahaha dude, nice work. Your scientific descriptions are Neil deGrasse Tyson level.

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#59  Edited By Alexander_Apex

@azure_son:

Had it not been for the Battleworld's champion's immediate counter, L would have taken stock of Alzure Son's destructive crash. Instead the False God was consumed by a tidal wave of heat and pain. Hurled backwards off his aerial gait and tossed into the dilapidated arena wall behind him. The tattered cloak that had wrapped his knuckles had been obliterated by the sheer magnitude of unrelenting heat. His body sizzled. And yet, like his cellular brother, he refused to visually acknowledge the pain. Not of a warrior's fortitude, but rather, a Knigtfall's pride.

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Fist firmly planted against the ground, knee taken, Alexander managed to flash a subtle nod of defiant accord. Having received the Son of Tomorrow's telepathic telegram. So again the Sapien Supreme took to the sky. One leg straight, the other slightly bent behind it. Sculpted was his chin as it confidently raised. Arrogant were the lips that curled above it. Silence befell the audacious audience as the air was seemingly sucked out of the arena. The False God's deep inhalation having taken the oxygen hostage. And then in one mighty exhale, pinpoint in its accuracy, he unleashed a gust of frigid devastation.

Even if the champion were capable of withstanding the arctic attack, his muscle would be slowed. His thought process captivated by its distraction. Freeing up the alternate reality superstar for an unseen tactical barrage. The proven soldier had fought a thousand battles. And survived a thousand more. His cerebral combat acumen was an authenticated weapon of the highest order. If the False God could but distract the arena's reigning champion, if even for but a moment, then surely the son of the True Champion could see the confrontation ended. But then, that would only mean the beginning of the real battle. The real conflict.

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#60  Edited By Kai_Aurelius

Meanwhile I'm sittin here with a pen and paper, taken' N.O.T.E.S

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@azure_son: Hahaha dude, nice work. Your scientific descriptions are Neil deGrasse Tyson level.

Ha! Thanks. I got an idea for The Champ's military thing that can include Alex if you're still looking to do something with it.

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#62  Edited By Alexander_Apex

I really need to proof read if I'mma write these posts while drinking <_<

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Gone was the heat of nuclear fusion that scorched the air. Particles slowed down and airborne dust was no more, giving way to gliding bits of frozen crystals. Cold to the bone, the gelid air swept through the arena and seized every fiber of the Goliath's being with icy authority. Yet still, he refused to yield. Such was the heart of a champion as again he sought to abuse his reach in response to Leonel's recognized rush. The New God however, was ready to capitalize on the opening conjured by the False God's freezing gust of air. Sluggish from the cold's suspension of his molecules, the extraterrestrial Goliath's push kick was thrown in vain. Hopping a subtle distance to the side, shifting an inch from the inside of the giant's attacking leg, Leonel's grappling instincts quickly entered the fray.

Catching the kick with his free arm and tucking the ankle, tight, close to his armpit, the New God's other arm, antimatter sword in hand, swung towards the Goliath's exposed midsection, his elbow joint extending at the final instance as he popped his sword into the counter-strike. The motion was smooth, mildly twisting his grip to impact the arena champion's midsection with a sharp, kinetic force designed to break the initial resistance of his flesh. From there, Leonel's strike continued smoothly along the horizontal motion, his arm following, dragging his blade, cleanly, through their adversary's midsection until the blade exited from the other side. The electric and magnetic fields holding the antimatter collapsed, and as the New God hopped backwards before darting into the sky, it was allowed to react with the matter that comprised what was once the arena's most beloved son.

Hovering in the air in what seemed like an instant following his attack, Leonel watched. Time did not allow for the giant's intestines to leak nor his blood to spill. When antimatter and ordinary matter met, in one of nature's most chaotic dances, they erupted in the brightest of pyrotechnic displays. The explosion, confined to the arena by technologically conjured force fields of perpetually replenished quantum particles aggrandized by fortified binding energy, swallowed the giant whole and left nothing but ionized dust behind. Yet as he landed on the still, hot arena ground, his body's fast-acting faculties already nursing his many wounds, the New God's rested only on his partner opponent, the False God. He allowed for a momentary pause, as if to allow an understanding to settle between them, one that with perfect clarity, spoke of their mutual desire to do battle with one another.

And so, Leonel, the Azure Son, attacked. Darting forward, accelerating to the relativistic velocities he'd always known, Leonel found his frame enveloped by a cone of superheated red, his speed violently compressing the air in front of him, scorching it without mercy as the smell of burnt ozone and a succession of rippling sonic booms trailed behind him. Scalding hot, with aerial shock-waves lagging behind him, and striking the airborne particles with enough energy to excite them into a radiant frenzy, the New God dipped his frame, swinging, viciously, his arm in a semi-arc as what appeared to be an overhand strike implied its intent to smash a fist with the heat, kinetic energy, and speed that shattered the chins of gods behind his adversary's ear, until the attack's course was altered. The overhand was a fake, designed to alarm his opponent into blocking what he might believe is a punch, and expose everything below his head, to an open palm.

Quickly dropping his fist and forming an open palm, leading it downwards until pausing at what he hoped would be the pit of the False God's gut, Leonel sought to drag his arm, along with his opponent's entire frame forward, across the air, as from his palm, a violent blast of antimatter, forged by particles energized and collided into each other by electromagnetic means at superluminal velocities, sought to swallow the New Age Alpha into the heart of an unforgiving explosion.

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@azure_son: LOL mofo, I'm drunk and scientifically inept You gotta dumb that ish down :P I dont even know how to respond to that as I dont even know what you just did hahaha asshole.

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@alexander_apex: Hahaha, drinking and Vining I see. Its a fake overhand right but the hand was then dropped from targeting L's face to targeting his gut with a blast of antimatter. Simple ;P

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@fraga said:

@alexander_apex: Hahaha, drinking and Vining I see. Its a fake overhand right but the hand was then dropped from targeting L's face to targeting his gut with a blast of antimatter. Simple ;P

For some reason anti-matter and simple dont seem like compatible roommates :P You're still an asshole lol

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@alexander_apex: Never said I wasn't ;)

LOL its just stuff that reacts with normal matter by creating violent explosions.

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@fraga said:

LOL its just stuff that reacts with normal matter by creating violent explosions.

This is why we cant have nice sh!t

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@azure_son:

Alexander had been engulfed in the womb of a catastrophic explosion, courtesy of the Son of Tomorrow. An act that instantly garnered a standing ovation from the crowd. Well, those still capable at least. Many having been injured during the False God's thunderous clap. Time had been reduced to fractions as the cloned Sapien Supreme was ejected backwards at a rate of speed barely perceptible. Tracers streaked across the sky. Wind based reverberations flowed off the artificial superman allowing his crash landing to be tracked. All the way from the point of origin to the bowl shaped impaction along the arena's southern wall. Or what was left of it at least.

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Needle-point anticipation stared in the direction of rubble that now housed L's body. Before an irruption of cheers yet again cascaded throughout the stadium as massive sections of debris shock and quavered. Alexander emerged with an evolutionary parade of confidence and sway. Brushing his immaculately framed shoulders with a small yet tell-all smirk. And it was then that he realized a small crimson creek streaming from the corner of his lips. Immediately the back of his hand was sent to great the red display of injury. An even greater exaggeration of his narcissistic smile had unintentionally taken hold of his facial features.

Without warning or premeditated muscular forfeiture, the Sapien Supreme quickly launched a massive section of the arena's wall towards the Modern Man. Following closely behind with one arm extended and one arm cocked back for radicalized velocity.

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Torn...

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Ohhh hot damn this is gettin gud

A+ writing from both champ and lex

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"Oh I'm dealing with a bad, bad man", the Azure Son thought, his eyes, pearls of deep blue resting on the sight of his emerging opponent, a grin, one of supreme confidence, adorned the New God's features, but not confidence in what spectators felt he believed was certain victory, but confidence in the simple truth that this would be a bout to remember. The crowd could do nothing but stand to their full height, roaring their bloodthirsty approval in response to the brawl between gods, false and new. Then, then the Apex of the New Age made clear his might with one herculean swing of his arms. Its product? A grandiloquent, thick slab of the crumbling arena. The Sensational Sapien's strength, in full display, garnered gazes of immediate wonderment from spectating eyes.

For it was his elephantine power, his god-like might, that imbued the now speeding wall, with the force, the velocity that allowed it to approach the relativistic. That caused the air in front of it to flatten and compress, to sizzle and burn to temperatures that boiled internal organs, reduced the body's liquid to steam, and charred bone. The trailing scent of burnt ozone hung in the air like a prominent force of nature, but this was no act of nature. This was the act of a god. Give a man a rock and he'll wound a bird. Give a god a rock (or a wall), and he turns it into a meteor. First it was the air, superheated, it burned through the surface of Leonel's skin and threatened to warm his bones without mercy. But he was durable, immensely so. Even with his reserves depleted, this heat, while painful, was of no concern. Not immediate concern at least.

But then, the wall, a thick slab, many meters in height and width and depth, slammed into him. It too was hot. Scalding. Made of a different material from earthen walls, it was stronger, and its hardness was apparent as it struck the New God, forcing him to feel every iota of kinetic energy that came with it, every single unit of force that allowed it to reach the velocities that it did. It shattered, into bits of scorched, flaming whatever. He felt the skin on his face tighten from the heat, but he endured. Partially burnt and bruised, the blood that leaked instantaneously evaporated by the heat, Leonel knew, he had to respond, and fast. He was wounded, but a born and raised warrior, toughened by the war that tore Reality-M from existence, he was forged by fate itself to fight. And fight he did. He fought through every fiber of his being crying in agony as he moved. But to accomplish what?

His adversary, the False God was only several feet behind what was once a wall, his accelerating frame drawing ever closer. And soon, the New God caught sight of his prize. His opponent's extended arm. With grappling as the foundation for his prowess in the field of battle, Leonel almost smirked, internally, as if acknowledging his fortune that his adversary had left a stray arm for him to collect. Leonel was quick. He sought to pluck the speeding False God from his path by attempting to grab his extended arm, then turning away to face the other direction while pulling his adversary over his shoulder in a one-arm shoulder throw that hoped to force the New-Age Achilles' back to the ground with not only authority, but with the kinetic energy to superheat the air around him, to scorch him and subject him to the G-Forces that could, to a lesser being, tear their flesh from bone, and liquefy organs. If successful, the ground would crack, fissures would tear across the arena ground, and Leonel would follow with his second attack.

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A follow-up to force what he hoped was a grounded opponent to remain on the defensive. And the follow-up was a beam, immense in its physical dimensions. Comprised of high-energy particles electromagnetically accelerated to near-superluminal velocities, it escaped from the New God's gaze, red and ruthless as it blasted through the arena floor, intent, not only on subjecting the False God to its heat and kinetic might, but on plowing him through the ground and deep into the moon's hotter, underground territories where molten rock was in abundance. He could feel it however, his energy reserves, depleting by the minute.

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@alexander_apex: Okay that is definitely interesting.

[Srsly who/what is that?]

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@alexander_apex: LOL thanks. I think my next post will be my last one. Good a fun way I wanna end this to leave it open to something in the future.

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@thee_champion: Will have something up later this afternoon. All kinds of hyped after that last post. Some top-shelve selling.

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@alexander_apex: Looking forward to it. Right? This one had the feeling of an instant classic to me LOL.

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Gotta look that up. Just in case.

I'll probably read this one back over, at least once more once it's over.

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The cinematic violence, unparallelled in its destructive scale, had evolved far beyond the mortal means of comprehension. Premiering levels of superhuman strength, combat ingenuity, and durability exclusively reserved for the superior Gods. The latest author, a seismic shock-wave, had fractured not only the arena floor, but the constitutional make-up of the moon itself. The Son of Tomorrow had literally 'fracked' the moon's surface. Pummeling the False God down beneath its surface with a stylish combination of grappling prowess and unleashed optical devastation. Sizable veins spread outwards in all directions from the rupturing creator. Some large enough to swallow portions of the enamored spectators. Cheers turning to screams and back to thunderous ovation in seconds. Aroused by the prospect of death, their fear driven instincts were no match for their lust for spilled blood and gladiatorial grandeur.

Clutching handfuls of molten rock and ruble, the Sapien Supreme stammered...nah, crawled back to a subtle base of stability. Dazed, charred, but never defeated. Below the surface of BattleWorld's moon amongst the molten decay of radioactive debris, alongside unstable tectonic plates, Alexander took a moment to regain his composure. Forced to hold his crumpled ribs in an effort to maintain a standing position. He wasnt a warrior born, nor baptized in the pits of genocidal conflict. No, Alexander was, for now at least, a sponge. Sent off in an effort to gain the necessary tools he would one day need to be the ultimate avenger of his father's decree.

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~ A wise man can learn more from a single defeat, then a defeated man can learn from a wise fool ~

While adorned in the unexpected lapse of conflict, an idea formed. A plan, for all intensive purposes. Once again Alexander levitated. Hovering over the streams of molten hot liquid coursing through the moon's veins. He began to spin faster and faster. And then faster still. Tornado to Hurricane. Hurricane to Cyclone. And as the pools of scorching lava began to gravitate upwards, pulled into the spinning mass effect of Alexander's making, Cyclone became a Typhoon. Of sorts.

Up above the arena floor, the audience, even the moon itself rumbled. And then just as sudden, it stopped.....before giving birth to a fiery Phoenix. Alexander now pulled a river of fire in his wake and flew straight at his defiantly powerful foe with the speed of a New God. False, copied, or forged, Alexander's speed was unrelenting.

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#86  Edited By Arquitenens

Aaahhhh flaming Cavill! Fangirls!

Done.
Done.

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@alexander_apex: (I don't know if we're allowed to cause that much damage but oh well, its what you get when you bring two gods for a fight LOL)

At first a gaping crater. One that nearly threatened to sink the entire arena into its heart. Then, a hole. Terrifying in magnitude, and seemingly infinite in depth. It reached down and true to linger where moon's internal power began. Layers upon layers of molten rock, precursors to the celestial body's scalding core, rose. And soon what was once an arena of battle, was made a lake. Magma that previously coursed through the moon's veins and vibrated just beneath its flesh was no more. For it had surfaced. Emerged from every crack and erupted from the sinking hole that swallowed the arena's center. Now there was only lava. A bed of liquefied rock that rose and rose with every quake. Quakes that heralded the return of a god.

The False God. He who emerged, molten rock dripping from a frame sculpted to proportions that eclipsed even mighty Heracles' physique, with the fire of a god whose domain was war. Whatever force fields had been conjured by the arena's technology struggled and suffered to preserve the spectators' safety, to contain the power of gods. After all, was this not the power to bring an entire moon to its knees? Lava collected around Leonel's calves, hot, stinging, but not unbearable as his gaze, earnest, a warrior's gaze, never wavered from the New Age Achilles'. The air was being burnt, reduced to oblivion from the scalding heat that, with fervency, did all it could to render the arena a vacuum. The moon trembled and shook, crying in pain as distant eruptions all about its surface, of lava and of scorched rock, of ash and of scorched vapor, seared their vents, their contents collecting in thick layers of toxic mass in the sky above.

Hot and blocking the light from beyond the sky, it grew darker as the sky grew blacker. It was hot. But suddenly, it grew hotter. The air was spinning. As if teasing a light job... before a sprint. The air whipped all about violently, its velocity increasing without any acknowledgement of measured acceleration. This was the speed of gods. It grew hotter and hotter. The spinning air's will bringing into its airborne hold, the lava lake that had rendered the arena an unrecognizable mess, leaving behind what the God-fearing man would deem the gate to Hell. The arena could endure no more as the spiraling mass of superheated winds and lava grew and grew to become nearly three thousand kilometers in diameter. Its effects produced thunderstorms that tore the sky asunder, but the rain that fell found itself evaporated by the heat that collected in the center of battle. And yet, it still grew in size, its winds racing faster and faster as a natural disaster never before in the moon's life, seized it by the throat.

But then it ceased. All of the hot air, the lava that spiraled all about, the bits of scorched rock, toxic gas, superheated vapor, everything, the cyclone, nay, the typhoon, was no more. Now? Now it was the aura of fire and power that enveloped the False God's frame as he, without care for physics' command that nothing with positive mass exceed the speed of light, approached it. Excited, thrilled, Leonel responded in kind, intent on responding to great force with equal or greater force. And so, he too, accelerated. Behind him, shock-waves, sonic booms from the rapidly expanding, scorched air, rippled all about. Particles, energized to the point of nuclear fusion, collected around the New God's frame as a mass of glowing white, superheated plasma. Gamma rays burst all about in the most magnificent of explosions as every particle in the air, excited from the kinetic energy they were given, was struck and energized. Bringing both arms forward, fists closed as he, at 99.9% the speed of light, sought to collide with his adversary, Leonel waited.

And should it transpire as he intended, the moon would bear witness to a display never before seen. Glass from the cities on the other side of the moon would shatter, its buildings would crack, trees would be torn from their very foundations and flung into the air with authority as a shock-wave that rippled through would superheat and wipe out a portion of the fauna and flora nearest to it. The arena, its spectators even, would perhaps, be reduced to quark-gluon plasma, fundamental particles that could, given time, give birth to something entirely new and unseen in the universe. A portion of the atmosphere in the center of battle would be blasted into space, leaving behind a gaping hole for ultraviolet rays to sneak through. And once the dust settled, a crater, several kilometers deep and of the width of an entire city, would remain. With the exception, of Leonel. Bones broken, flesh torn and hanging. Scorched, bruised and bloodied. Wounded beyond even his ability to fight, the New God would smirk, as if hoping that his opponent was, too, subjected to the consequences of their clash.

There was no victor. Only the spectators, who perished as witnesses to the greatest battle to ever scar their celebrated Battleworld. "I'll give you round one. But when I find you again", he smirked, almost laughed, in pain and in thrill, "That day, will be round two". He was gone. Using what little remained of his reserves to harness the magnetic fields he needs to enter higher dimensional space, exceed the speed of light and return home to heal, knowing that he would live to fight the False God another day.

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@alexander_apex: (I don't know if we're allowed to cause that much damage but oh well, its what you get when you bring two gods for a fight LOL)

[Consider the damage retroactively approved. This battle is worth the repair bill. ;)]

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@fraga: Kind might not be the right word; I'll be stripping at least three inhabited planets of all their natural resources to rebuild the arena. >;)

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@azure_son:

Epic. All there is to say
Epic. All there is to say

(hahaha aint had that much fun in a minute dude. Good fight)

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@alexander_apex: (I don't know if we're allowed to cause that much damage but oh well, its what you get when you bring two gods for a fight LOL)

[Consider the damage retroactively approved. This battle is worth the repair bill. ;)]

Thanks for being cool. Wasnt sure how that'd all play out.

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@alexander_apex: (Thanks man. This was definitely the most fun battle I had in a while. I've got high hopes for Alex)

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@alexander_apex: I think I may have to simply rebuild that particular arena with your impromptu "modifications" left in place.

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@inevitable_one: @inevitable_one: Am I the only one who thinks it'd be kinda cool if Alex and Leo's battle caused Battleworld to hire people to find those two again? LOL.

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I want in with a character, who wants to join me?

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