Archeron growled, his eyes full of vengeance, his whole body flowing with power drained from souls. His coat was torn and ripped, as was most of his clothing. The wounds that had healed over had left black blood coating his body nearly from head to toe.The blade in one hand was coated with blood from Orlok's uncountable forces. Their souls burned like the mass of fire that now stood before him. "Orlok...Fire Elemental..." The son of Angelus' voice seemed to be dragged up from the very pits of Hell itself. With a flick of Archeron's hand, Revolution, his trusty blade, flew across the room and impaled a wall. "A coward hides.....behind armies....Fire Elemental...." He said as he circled his opponent. "None...the less...They provided...an adequate...snack..." The pauses were Archeron tackling the massive number of souls inside his body. "However...it is time.....that we had....the main course!" And with that he summoned power up to his arms, which were directed towards Orlok, and bathed the area where Orlok stood with a colossal wide stream of hellfire, the black flames melting through stone and metal easily.
How hard can fire stomp? - Sideslash vs Orlok - RP
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Orlok sat on his obsidian Throne, fingers locked in contemplation as he watched an entire galaxy burn. It shouldn't have been able to burn, after all, there was no oxygen in space for an entire galaxy to be on fire. But burn it did. Even the stars were burning, even the black holes were burning, even interstellar space was burning. Orlok reached out with a crackling hand and clenched his fingers, shrinking the entire hundred thousand light year wide galaxy and all within it to the size of a basket ball, one that he encased in an indestructible snowglobe where he would keep the blazing galaxy alight for all eternity. Orlok was for lack of a better word, bored, sitting on his obsidian throne on an artificial world of clockwork gears, lava, and raging fires. The land of heat and clockwork, embodiying Time and Flame, the two aspects he most closely aligned himself with. But he felt a tremor, someone had managed to best some of his soldiers as he was watching and listening to the blazing of an entire galaxy.
Orlok was then bathed in a blast of hellfire, frying some of his elemental minions next to him, but the Eternal Lord himself simply sat there in his throne, the flames not even feeling the slightest bit hot as they washed over him and his throne. With a blazing snort from the furnace like grill on his mouth, tongues of fire licked out from his "face" as he turned his horned head towards the source of the attack. "And what is this?" He asked rhetorically, his voice dripping with amused contempt, as if Archeron had just told him a joke. "Someone comes to the Land of Heat and Clockwork? Hrmmm...let me see who you might be..." Orlok stated as his mind plumbed into the depths of the cosmos, rapidly retrieving the information he seeked from the strands of fate and then bringing his focus back to the material realm. "Ah yes, one of the Outer Plane bourne of this realm. Far from home aren't you?" Orlok laughed and chortled in a voice that seemed to shake the whole of the universe itself, his bodily flames crackling gently.
"I see you can defeat some of my minions, but pray tell, how about a herald of mine? An archomental?" He asked, his tone remaining light and jovial as he clicked his fingers and brought forth one of his heralds, a strikingly beautiful, and strikingly unclothed woman who seemed to be made out of water that was for whatever reason, anatomically correct, carrying a staff that she held in both hands, and then her nude form writhed as it was covered in a set of form fitting, but concealing armour that seemed to be made out of...more solid water...for lack of a better term, why a herald level being made out of water would need armor was unknown, but she likely clothed herself for purposes of modesty upon seeing that her foe was humanoid. "Hyquaeous, if you would please." Orlok commanded in a deep voice that sounded like the rumbling of a volcano as the woman turned water elemental leaped at Archeron, moving at blinding speeds before teleporting behind him and swiping at him with her staff in a twirling strike aimed at his abdomen, followed by spinning her staff around to create a torrent of water that could shatter cities.
"We come...for your throne..." Archeron growled, as he shrugged off his coat. "We are....your judgement..." His voice made the palace tremble."Your...jury..." He dropped the holsters that held his guns. "And your...executioner..." The burning souls coursed through his body, promised power, and strength, but demanded, in return, all that he was. He held back a lot of his power for that reason. He watched the herald fly through the air and then seem to explode. The souls provided him with a warning system, a sort of precognition radar, and he flipped out of the way, missing the staff by inches. Torches lined the walls of the room where they battled, and Archeron called to them. Come on...come on...we know you hear us... The torches flamed into life as the demon commanded them to burn stronger, brighter, hotter, lighter. Then he called them, directing them. Four fiery comets flew at the herald, and Archeron's original personality flared into life once more, and he showed his trademark cocky little smirk.
"Hyquaeous, is it? Shouldn't you have evaporated by now? I mean, being so hot 'n' all." He didn't relax, though, and prepared himself for her next attack.
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"Many people have sought the power eternal. No one's ever taken it from me." Orlok responded bluntly, his tone still jovial, not taking this seriously at all as his Archomental, once a Novian water goddess that managed to evade the Black hand and Hierarchy's assault on her people, seemed to summon water from stores of water placed in the Land of Heat and Clockwork, as the massive artificial world was designed to house all sorts of elementals and energons comfortably. If he had the right kind of sight, he'd see that the land of heat and clockwork actually was a conglomerate of several worlds that impossibly shared the same space. One being Hot and Metallic, one Dark and Windy, one Light and Raining, one full of ice and forests, and so on, representing different combinations of elements, quasielements, energies, and paraelements.
"You don't really seem to understand how this place works." Hyquaeous responded as she batted away two of the incoming fireballs with casual ease, twirled her staff to deflect the third, but was unable to stop the fourth one, which boiled into her shoulder and caused it to hiss and bubble, the damage being shown in the "armour" not being able to regenerate in that area for the time, showing bare shoulder, upper left pectoral region, and biceps, made out of transluscent blue water, but the damage was still visible. With a sigh, she brought up massive tendrils of water that she had churn at near light speed, turning them into deadly, superheated, plasmatic, and electrified tendrils covered in a buzzsaw like liquid surface. She then had the tendrils stab out at Archeron, the watery tentacles snaking around to try and impale him or wrap around him and saw him to pieces, or perhaps even engulf him and consume him within their raging power.
He moved like lightning, and managed to dodge them for a few moments, but the storm of tendrils curved through the room, turning in improbable and impossible angles, and he eventually took a few to the chest, they cut, burned and electrocuted simultaneously, bringing stinging tears to Archeron's eyes until he pulled himself away and started running again, his shirt falling into pieces as he did so, revealing that the wounds stayed open, but did little to hinder his movement. He channeled hellfire into his hands as he moved, creating black comets at the end of his arms, as he charged towards her, leaping into the air, redirecting the black flames into his foot, aiming for Hyquaeous' chest. "You misunderstand. I am referring to the fact that you are aesthetically pleasing." He explained, trying to boost the power of the flame that occupied his right leg, from the toes to his hip.
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Spinning away from the incoming kick, she tried to bat his leg away, his foot grazing against her hip and breaking off some of the "armor" there, once again exposing the transluscent, film like skin that made up the Elemental Goddess' outer body and eliciting yet another yelp of pain as it went through her body, more of the armor bubbling and boiling, showing a bit of her right thigh as the temperatures normalized. Looking closely at him, her helmet covered face stared at his eyes for the briefest moment before she noticed tears going down his face. At which point she made a grabbing motion at his face and yanked back to try and rip the water out of his tear ducts in a violent manner to blind him. "Perhaps once I humble you and you are made a herald, we can discuss things on a more intimate level?" She asked semi-flirtatiously, smiling under her helmet.
Archeron grinned. "We...come...for your...master..." He growled again. "You...are...insignificant..." It was clear he could not contain the massive amount of power that coursed within him. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He hissed as her hand came close, leaning back. He had to slow down his lateral movement to do so, and she pulled back, eliciting a roar of pain as he dropped to the floor. "My eyes! I can't see!" He yelled, then looked up at where she had stood a moment before. He could see a vague shadow, nothing solid. He smirked, arrogantly. "You know...you make it...sound so tempting." He admitted, pausing every so often due to the pain that burned in his face, but knew that Orlok still had to be stopped. He began to point at random points around the room, and streams of hellfire began to jump from his fingertips, coursing around the room at improbable angles, hoping to protect himself. Without his sight, he was on the defensive.
As Hyqaeous backed off, she was licked at by tongues of hellfire that kept on burning and peeling away her hydratic armour until there was nothing left. She hadn't expected the move, which would have only temporarily blinded him for maybe a minute or two at best, to have elicited such a strong reaction as her watery form lay bubbling on the ground, bereft of her defensive garment, or indeed any form of garment. But Orlok apparently had enough of the spectacle, and a massive gust of pure, elemental fire leapt out from Orlok's outstretched finger. "You have spunk." he said before intensifying the pillar of fire to sun like proportions before abrubtly stopping it. "I hate spunk." Orlok growled.
In a state of blindness, your other senses tend to go into overdrive to try to compensate. In Archeron's case, this included his sense of feeling. The fire was already incredibly painful. With his heightened level of synaptic reaction, it was complete agony. He tried to scream, but his mouth opened silently, the air in his lungs being atomised. The only thing keeping him standing was the thousands of newly absorbed souls. It incinerated dozens of them, as well as the clothes off of his back. "Well...played...Orlok..." He smiled evilly. "That...would have...killed us...before..." He turned to face the Elemental God and summoned all of the power he could muster, firing it in a colossal blast of hellfire that would have busted planets.
Orlok was unimpressed as he dismissed Hyqaeous, prompting the elemental to slink off to a water pool to recover as the burning lord looked upon the now naked outsider before him. He stood up from his throne, and casually stepped forward, blithely ignoring the hellfire blast even as it streamed around his body. It could have destroyed planets, whole worlds, perhaps even entire solar systems. But Tharidizun was a being capable of destroying whole universes. This assault on it's blazing person was little more threatening than an Ant attempting to menace Galactus. Deciding to be sporting, Orlok with the briefest flickering of the power eternal, restored Archeron's vision, reality itself warping around the young half breed as Orlok stared down at his foe's uncovered form. "I'll tell you what, I'll be courteous and go about beating you without the power eternal." Orlok informed him before throwing forth an uppercut with the barest exertion of his physical strength, a blow of immeasurable force that could break worlds, a blow that wasn't so much as a love tap on Orlok's part as he followed with a literal stomping motion, again with minimal force from his end, but would have been devastating to the white haired intruder.
The uppercut made his ears ring, snapped his head back and dropped him to the floor easily, wiping out a handful of his souls. His vision was blurry as it returned, but he noticed an incoming boot and rolled out of its path with a growl, rolling to his feet. "How's about that Hyquaeous?" He asked, disappearing with a snap and a cloud of black smoke, appearing behind Orlok with a kick, mustered from all the soul power he could manage, backed up by a hellfire enhancement. "She's pretty hot, right?" He ported again, this time to Orlok's right, aiming an elbow at Orlok's flank, then disappeared again. "You ever..." He aimed a spinning kick at Orlok's head. "Tapped..." He appeared directly in front of Orlok, aiming both hands at Orlok's chest, two flat palms, hellfire-coated and driven by his sheer determination flying at hypersonic speeds. "That?" He was panting. He was exhausted. He couldn't fight for much longer, not even with his limitless fire projecting metallic arm.
Orlok simply stood still as he seemed to decide to just tank the whole of the speed blitz in it's entirety. Each blow seemed to do little more than make Orlok lurch or list a bit, yes they did make Orlok move, but this was an effect of physics. It didn't seem that much damage was being done to the lord of the Blazing Horde as he waited for Archeron to appear in front of his head, giving him an eyeful of parts of the mammalian anatomy that he really didn't care for, being the asexual elemental that he was. With peternatural fluidity and speed, Tharidizun reached out to grab Archeron at beyond the speed of light and then clutch him in his fiery hands before moving to slam him into a wall. "You've done well...but you have lost now. You have three choices, fight to the death, leave now and flee with your life, or try to impress me enough to induce you to heraldship. At which point you can have all of Hyqaeous that you desire." The sibilant tongue elemental offered in a voice that sounded like the rumbling of a volcano just waiting to erupt.
Archeron was slammed into the wall, hard. It snapped a few ribs. He knew he couldn't hope to fight this monster on equal terms. He was superior in every conceivable way, except perhaps one; Archeron was how stubborn mules wanted to be when they grew up. And he liked life, and didn't want it to be taken away, however much his actions may suggest otherwise. "Heraldship? To what end?" He asked, preparing to build up enough momentum for the move he wanted to perform. At the moment he could, he would bring both feet up, and, using all of the soul power he could spare, extinguishing all but a dozen souls, kick Orlok in the chin. The sheer energy of the attack would rend an entire galaxy devoid of life for a billion years.
"Lead armies to worlds that do not have powerful enough foes to challenge my personal power." Orlok responded with his voice, now sounding like the ominous roar of a Nuclear explosion. Fires eternal crackled and radiated within Orlok as he spoke, small tongues of elemental energy licking out of his furnace for a face. He brought the young man closer to that furnace like mouth, his foresight warning him of what was to come, but he wanted to see this attack for himself. He was always in need of more heralds after all. And it may improve the morale of Hyqaeous and her division were she to acquire a mate. "Now...what is your answer?" he boomed, his voice now as the rumbling of a thousand earthquakes and the howling of a million tornadoes.
"Sounds like I'd be playing second fiddle." He prepared to swing at Orlok. "And I'm not great at two things that might be a necessity for this job. One's following orders..." He tensed. "The other is knowing when to stop!" He lashed out, his feet swinging up at a speed greater than anything he'd ever achieved, faster than anything he'd ever seen. If the blow connected, he would pull his arms up, and through a complex movement, slip out of Orlok's grip, hopefully, rolling across the room, then spinning to face him on all fours, his eyes full of determination. "Are you not entertained? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? Is this not why I am here?!" He roared, adapting the well-known quote from a popular film to serve his purpose.
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"Naked, exhausted, without weapons, and still you fight. Quite the Bravado you possess." Orlok responded with fiery chortles as his chin was briefly knocked upwards by the blow and his foe slipped out of his obsidian grasp. He looked down at his opponent as he lay there on all fours, and clapped at him. "Bravo, bravo." Tharidizun stated before suddenly clapping far harder, with unimaginable amounts of force for a colossal sonic boom that could have broken a thousand worlds, and even then, it was clear that Orlok was not even trying.
"I aim to impress, Master Orlok." Archeron growled, before being thrown back by the sonic boom, and slammed into a wall. His ribs ground and he let out a low yell of pain before he dropped to the ground, struggling his way up. As he climbed to his feet, his ribs ground moreso, causing him great pain. "Does it hurt?" He asked. "Would I become like Hyquaeous, a being purely of the Element I embody?" He placed a hand upon his flank, where his ribs grinding together. He was covered in bruises, his metal arm sparking and unable to conjure a flame, his internal injuries incredible, and yet, he stood. He always told himself he'd die like the man he wanted to be. The closest he could get now was to die standing, at least. "No form outside of that of Flame?"
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"That depends solely on what you wish to be. She appears as an elemental because that is what she wants to appear as. Questions of shape and composition are meaningless to beings of our level." Orlok responded as he reached out with his long, slender, igneous tail to snake around towards Archeron. The tail slithered forward before stopping briefly, and then it stabbed forward to touch Archeron's forehead to imbue upon him a tiny piece of the power eternal. Cosmic might akin to that possessed by the Silver Surfer or Terrax would flow through his body, tailoring itself to his specific personality, though shape and matter shifting were universal amongst all archomentals. But of course, with this power came the inability to refuse Orlok's commands, though one still had the ability to think and act independantally. "Now, you are one of the Archomentals, one of the worthy. Go now to Hyqaeous, she awaits you." Orlok responded with a slight haughtiness as he thundered back to his Obsidian Throne, while Hyquaeous the Water goddess seeming to swim through the air, though if he pierced the dimensional veil, he'd notice she was currently in the "water" dimension of this strange, bizarre land.
He felt the power influx, and it was such sweet soul searing pain. He recognised the acceptance of power far beyond what he had ever previously felt, and noticed the personality shift almost instantly, bowing to Orlok, something he would never have done beforehand. "Thank you, Master." He turned to Hyquaeous, a smirk crossing his face. "Hyquaeous, my love." He approached her, arms wide for an embrace as the Water Goddess swum through the air.
(OOC: Thinking about using Elric of Melnibone as herald look).
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