KOV Round 2: _Goliath_ vs The Umbra Sorcerer

The mountain range of the outskirts of Prussia. It was peaceful, in a time where humans respected their planet and all was quiet. However that harmony was silenced by the "Beats", "Booches" And "Booms" coming from a set of Alexander's speakers. The camp was erupted with elaborate dances from the students trying to step on Alexander The Swag's skills.

The Great Devourer had no visible advantages with the forested mountains, though the president had told him of Cleopatra willing to give him snakes. He wouldn't be that stupid to think that giving snakes to a cosmic beast could possibly help? With what little he knew of the opponent he could only get a straight story that it was the wizard Merlin right from the fairy tales. Magic was one of the god's weaknesses, if he was to gain an edge he would need to get to the camp to look for some way to get an upper hand over his foe, better safe than sorry.

Goliath remained in his default form as he would lay down on the side of the mountain and begin crawling to the sound of the hip-hop. If the opponent didn't spot him he could attempt to use the camp. Orpheus' words told him to not eat Alexander but that could be the very thing that could work. If he challenged Alexander The Swag to a dance-off and won he could possibly try to sway the humans into dropping the bass and lifting their weapons (after he had a tasty snack out of Alex.)

That could work, and he would try. Sprinting through the valley could shake the ground and give away his position, flying while laying down on his side could get him to the camp quicker, and was the fastest option. The Titan sped across the slope of the mountain towards the jams somewhere in the valley.

His last fight was simple, fight a fast human. He had no upper hand on the giant. Though if this truly was a magic user, his spells could slow him down like quicksand. But of course, it was just a silly little human.

The last location an empty pitiful re-education complex was something to be desired to say the least but here this place was incredible. The ancient land of Prussia it was incredible that he could travel so far into the past and experience such odd’s sensations though slightly concerning and a little envious if he were willing to admit that someone could bend time and space in such a manner to gain these results. He listened to the thumps and boom’s of the music as Alexander the Greats own break dancing squad moved to the rhythm of the music it was an odd sight to behold but somehow he started to relax and he’d begun dancing having nearly forgot the real reason he was here.

He remembered his last battle against an assassin this was extremely different this time around it was something he was used to, it was a monster as far as he was informed a reptilian monster of some kind perhaps a dragon or lizard god he didn’t know and truthfully he didn’t really care he’d taken on demons, hell gods and some of the most powerful supernatural creatures in history and he was still here an oversized gecko in all honestly didn’t worry him.

For a few minutes he’d let his guard slip and simply enjoyed moment of fun while he could I mean you never know when it’s your time so you may as well enjoy every minute while you can and besides how many people could say they got to party with Alexander the Great in a long forgot Kingdom. Still this moment of distraction cost him he should have sensed it ages ago creeping towards him was an unfamiliar and extremely powerful presence. Searching frantically around him he saw the aura of the beast his physical presence was hard to see to normal human vision as he was crouched and hidden by the mountain that covered vast areas of the local landscape but this experienced witch was able to see his essence the very core of a life form’s being.

With outstretched hands and a very powerful force and commanding tone in his voice he spoke “Servo Contego” a mystical barrier of protection was erected as he finished his incantation blocking the beasts way into the camp of Alexander. It was a simple spell really not his strongest protection spell but this was more of a test for the spellcaster he wanted to see what his opponents strength level was if he could break through that barrier Michael knew he’d have to turn the dial to eleven to take out this thing and pass on to the next round.

His opponent had seen him, how he had done it was unclear. Yet a dome was erected over the camp. These humans had no kinds of sorcery like this, it was as he feared, his opponent had used the powers of sorcery. The behemoth would not be stopped so easily, as he flew he neglected to stop his speed as he approached the dome, with only meters away he fired off a pulse of supernova from his scales eradicating the dome.

If he was able to see him he must have been near.

He would need to recycle a tactic from the last round and make Prussia into an ice age, yet their was one more feature that could win it over. He turned onto his magnetism and took every single piece of metal from the camp from a single tent pole to an entire battle axe. Now he would need to freeze all around him.

The Titan turned his head back and sent out a blizzard of ice and snow over the hills and valleys. The temperature dropped by the second, the dancing was forced to end as they began to drop, minutes from death. The temperature kept dropping, the wizard could be very close by now but either way it would work.

The subzero would make he metal vibrate. With only a few more seconds on the metal the metal shattered into jagged frozen blades. Goliath pushed a pulse off of his scales sending the shards away from him. Few screams came from below as the shards impaled few of the dancers below.

Humans cannot handle temperatures, whether it gets warm or cold. If it goes below 95 or 98 degrees they risk death. It's a dire weakness, and one he would exploit through the tournament. Humans aren't fit for combat, they fight each other just fine. Yet entering a dimensional tournament is a joke.

This human would fall like the others from the exploit. The will of Goliath would make sure of it.

The protection spell he cast couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes when a giant ass reptilian monster appeared flying overhead destroyed his shield charm with a blast of some kind shattering the protective dome over the camp. Normally the effects of the spell wouldn't be seen in other words the dome would be invisible to the naked eye but in this case he saw the shield literally shatter like glass before him, little pieces of the shield feel towards the earth before fading out of existence again and back into the ambient mystical energy that the hedonistic witch created it from.

Before he could even get a chance to get his bearings the metal around him such as the poles from the tents or the odd weapon that was lying around began to vibrate and suddenly shot into the air floating around the creature like asteroids orbiting a planet. One word went through his mind at that point “f**k” he had to pull out all stops here and not underestimate his opponent who clearly wanted to win this just as bad as he did. As he was about to rise into the air he felt a chill in the air sink in, it was an intense cold the likes of which he’d never felt and considering the places he’d been and his own abilities that was impressive and something to behold. While the humans around him began to collapse where they stood freezing to death Michael focused inwards drawing forth his own innate pool of mystical and spiritual energy surrounding him in his trademark dark red aura that protected him from the more severe aspects of this violent cold. However he still felt the chill of the ice and snow that blanketed the land.

He began to rise into the air when shards of metal shot through the air at tremendous speeds piercing the flesh of the already dead civilians. He could barely speak with anger this creature was disgusting to him, this was just a slaughter these people didn't even appear on its radar they were nothing but insects to it well this times this “thing” will be getting a taste of his own medicine going up against an entity just as powerful as it. While the vibrant witch was outmatched in size he sure as hell was just as powerful. In seconds he was eye height with the beast raising his right arm he cast his first spell “Compes Contineo” as he uttered the words strands of red light that matched his aura shot fourth from his hands dancing across the snowy sky and upon nearing the beast the energy strands became solid and formed into rather sizeable chains that began to circle the creature he hoped they were be strong enough to contain the beast or at least distract it for a few moments while he cast his second spell.

Outstretching his left hand he channelled more of the ambient energy of the land into a powerful mystical energy strike that should knock the creature of its feet as long as the circling chains had completed their job and contained or distracted the beast. His voice became ethereal yet again as his incantation was spoken very aggressively lacking his usual charm “Eradico” from his hands a powerful blast of mystical energy shot towards the beast aimed straight for it chest. To avoid this, the creature would need to act very fast or in some way be able to immune to magic which he highly doubted.

The metal shards had missed the Mage and only enraged him. The Cosmic Conqueror knew that he should use an accurate attack though he still tried to use a blast. The ice and snow would play a part in this battle, whether it be minor or a devastating advantage would depend on his dancing skills. Though whether he won or lost, the titan's dignity would be going down a drain.

Crimson chains surrounded Goliath, snaring him in a trap. If the Mage saw him break through his dome he wouldn't be stupid enough to try his same trick twice. Though the chains were tighter than the dome and holding much more bulk. He transformed into his defensive from, he shrunk a few meters down as one head split into three. The dragon slid out from under the chains leaving the aural constraints on the snow. As he prepared to fire at the warlock a beam struck at the chains, the dinosaur was fortunate enough to escape it's destructive path, though the explosion sent the Gargantuan God into the remains of the camp, one of his golden heads slamming the ground feet away from a frozen Alexander The Swag. Fighting this Mage would cause injuries that the doctors would not be able to heal, leaving him exposed on his next fight. If he was going to go on without injury he would need to find another way to battle him, by using a break dance battle.

The third head snapped up Alexander in his jaws, microwaving him with a supernova, while guaranteeing cancer, the teeth-chattering Alexander The Swag straightened his snapback and listened to the telepathic instructions Goliath had spoke to him. As Alexander shouted out the rules of "No dissing." and such he would transform into his previous form. After digging the snow out of his scales he walked out into the open icy plain. The ice made for an adequate dance floor as it felt newly waxed yet cold, it would allow for most dance moves they could dish out.

Alexander The Swag stood by with a boombox beside him as it started spitting out hip-hop. With a heavy sigh as he felt dignity drain away he broke into a flare on the ground. His legs flailed in the air as the talons on his fingertips let him spin on an axis. He flexed his elbows lowering himself to the ground leaving his toes to scratch the surface as he continued hovering his legs.

The Titan dropped to his head completely know going in a windmill with his legs circulating. He spun on the back of his neck as his dorsal fins scratched the surface of the ice like a skater's blades. Between the moments that he spun around he had a thought to himself that what if his challenger didn't play fair and launched another one of those beams? During a spin in which he used his tail to elevate his legs he cooked a pulse inside him to hopefully ricochet an attack back to the Modern Merlin.

At last he got onto his feet and leapt into the air, he hovered there as he back flipped himself for Alexander to judge. One.... two.....three..four... and soon reaching fourteen before he slammed his head down on the ice and folded up his legs. He began spinning on his head know leaving the fins to carve on the ice leaving erosions into it. He tilted back and forth as his tail zipped in whichever direction he would lean. By striking out his tail he could balance himself out on the ice before he lobbed himself back onto his feet. It was the mage's turn to show what he could dish.

Here he floated metres above the ground while the wind and snow howled above and around him his first distraction attempt and subsequent attack had failed the beast had somehow managed to shapeshift and avoid both the spiritual chains which lay on the ground for a few seconds before fading out of existence just like the protection charm before it. While his blast missed the target it did however cause a sizeable enough impact that rocked the creature and sent him towards the camp when one of its three heads slammed into the remains crushing the camp further.

The would be sorcerer supreme flew towards the now destroyed camp when the creature hadn't moved for a few moments Michael simply thought it was because of the impact it’s head had made when it collided with the ground he was severely wrong however as he flew closer to the ground he heard a confusing shout “No dissing” it defiantly wasn't the creatures voice it was human, this confused him even further he assumed all the humans had succumb to the cold but a few seemed to have managed to survive. From this distance he couldn't recognise the face but that didn't matter what came next drew his attention in a very different way.

As he continued to descend he heard music getting louder and louder upon landing on the icy ground his jaw hit the floor with shock “Oh....my...f**king....god” This fearsome beast that minutes ago had killed hundreds and froze an entire land was breakdancing...breakdancing what the hell he thought to himself. This young witch had seen a lot in his life and by a lot he’d meant it alien invasions, Atlantis and Hell itself but never in his life did he ever think he’d ever see something so ridiculous or odd ever “Hold on hold this is just too damn good where’s my phone” taking out his phone he snapped a picture of this once in a lifetime event. All of a sudden though he realised what the hell he was doing this way the perfect chance to win this round and advance in the tournament what kind of airhead would take a picture first. Shaking off his stupidity and concentrating on his elemental affinity lighting surged through his body, his hands began to crackle and with an final push and massive blast of lighting propelled its way towards the breakdancing dragon unfortunately as if it already knew he was about to attack his lightning was repelled back at him, it struck his chest and suddenly the witch supreme felt the hot surge of lightning spread through his body throwing him back several feet. Luckily his aura had protected him from any lasting physical damage it still hurt and he was going to feel that for a few days. The blast has burned his clothing leaving a gaping singed hole showing his chest.

When the beast had finally stopped (his rather impressive dancing skills for someone of his size) he stepped back and Michael realised that it had actually challenged him to a dance off. This was absolutely insane, a dance off now determined whether he’d pass on dear god what had he gotten himself into. Stepping onto the ice he’d realised he wouldn't be able to move much the ice while okay for the dragon to work with; it was too slippery for anyone with boots or any kind of footwear. While a lot smaller that the behemoth that stood before him Michael’s vibrant red aura that covered his body made him stand out in a different way. He began to dance, there was no point kidding anyone he couldn't break dance to save his life instead he employed a rather sneaky spell. Magic doesn't have to be verbal the languages and practices of magic are many including body movement as he’d learned this particular summoning spell from an immortal witch he’d met a few years ago.

The sorcerer danced and danced around the ice not break dancing but just moving his body in a certain erratic but somehow fluid way his spell was working however and the ground began to rumble in the local area. His aura began to change it grew dark almost completely black and slowly a creature began to grow behind him rising metre’s the air growing to the size of his opponent. It had a vaguely human shape but it was warped, dark and twisted continuously shifting and altering its form in small but noticeable ways. “I hoped you enjoyed my summoning dance ritual it’s amazing what a little dancing can do for you I’d like to introduce you to Furor the daemon king of madness” his voiced boomed over the land as the summoned daemon let loose a blood curdling screech. Like a puppet master Umbra mentally controlled the creature “Attack” he ordered. The daemon launched towards the dragon at terrific speeds it’s hands morphing into two scythe’s ready to cut the dragon to pieces all the while Umbra focused channelling his power into controlling the creature from the ground and hoping he’d have enough strength to finish this equally tough and worthy opponent.

@the_umbra_sorcerer: It had been certain that he had impressed the sorcerer, as he took out a human communication device and took a picture, though with the dirty trick he would pull, it would most likely shatter into bits. As Goliath finished his moves The Sorcerer would throw a bolt of generated lightning to the Titan, while his pulse had repelled it back, the electricity element inside would dwell awake as sparks would fly from his scales, yet he believed the magician smarter than to attack again. He would give him one more chance to dance, or face eradication.

Though the wizard would take the hint and dance, very very badly. He flailed himself around as a red aura would surround him, his arms flailing like a crackhead. While the moves were awful, they were in perfect harmony, Alexander would like that. Though far from breakdancing, that he did not.

He could have danced better but that wasn't his plot, it was a trick to spawn a demon from some unknown hell. It was up to Goliath's size, it was a horrid creature that could make any viewing human wet themselves, as it had already done to Alexander's skinny jeans as he would waddle to a tent. It could be a dire foe if it had not been for one thing, it was a puppet. The god had dealt with mech-suits, Giant robots, and mind controlled beasts, the flaw with them all was the size difference. A man of 5'11 trying to control a monster of over a hundred meters tall, it'd be like walking on stilts meaning less reaction time.

It's hands would become scythes as it would rush at him. The Cosmic Conqueror would go with the latter and assume the most common weakness among controlling a larger size. He had reared his head back as it charged, the star in his cranium would heat as a supernova formed in his stomach. In an instant it would fire out into the demon's face in one concentrated beam of destruction. As it struck his face he could only assume that it had been taken back to where it dwelled, he would drag the beam downwards to the sorcerer controlling it all. If it did not hit it hit the ground, if it hit the ground it would make a crater, if it made a crater he would slide to the center, if he slid to the center he would be left to the titan's mercy.

The cosmic lord Goliath bestows no mercy on the weak.