The Undefeated Vs Myrmidon - RP

Once every few hundred years Myrmidon would heed warning of a combatant worthy of a challenge, this time, the apparently Undefeated legend was the strongest the universe had ever, and would ever know. Myrmidon grew weary of such tales, knowing them to probably be myth and legend shrouded in bias opinions..whispers...stories and overall fiction.

Legends however...are usually always founded on the truth, and Myrmidon knew this apparent individual would make for a sizable challenge if these rumors of the universe where to be found true to fact. As such the Divine Death Dealer had requested a fight with this legend, wanting to truly test his mettle in the face of a true opponent.

Standing peacefully awaiting his challenge to arrive deep inside of the Texan desert away from all civilian life, Myrmidon was attired in his usual protective Ancient Arcani Armor hoping this battle to be worth his time. Arms folded across of his armored chest Myrmidons eyes glistened in the suns rays, hoping his adversary would appear sometime soon.

@myrmidon_:

For the past few days, Antonio's presence in the dimensional abnormality home to the Vine Earth went largely unnoticed. He kept to himself, followed orders issued by the illustrious Gambler, and did what he had to in order for entertainment to distract him from the boredom of inactivity. By chance, word reached his ears about a Divine Death Dealer of the Court Arcani. At first he dismissed the claims as childish. Nothing from this Earth could be as strong as the stories made this Myrmidon seem.

However, further investigation and it came to the very real possibility that a mutual agreement between warriors had been reached. He could not define what drew him to the Texan wastelands. Somehow, he knew that Myrmidon would be there soon. In order to meditate properly upon the matter, Antonio dug his thumb into the tectonic plate under his feet and flipped it over. Millions of tons of stone and soil were uprooted on the spot, revealing a lake of magma that the Undefeated promptly jumped into. He bathed there for three days, soaking in the life-blood of Mother Earth, even as the sediment he had ripped up came crashing back down on top of him.

After the seventy-two hours had passed in earnest, Antonio felt the shocking presence he had been waiting for. Twitching, he sent the monumental weight of the world's flesh back into the air and hopped out of the enormous crater, dripping with molten rock as if he had just casually climbed out of a swimming pool.

"Greetings! I have heard many great things about you, Myrmidon!" Antonio roared, rolling his knuckles and neck with a series of satisfying pops.

"I am Antonio Roman, better known as the Undefeated. Let us forget everything else for right now. I have been waiting to fight you, so now - WE FIGHT!"

Hardly ever exercising patience, Antonio exploded from the starting gate, already boasting 50% of his estimated strength. Clocked in at Class One Trillion, Antonio effectively disappeared from the range of unaugmented human senses. The coming storm of blows would either make or break Myrmidon in his eyes. According to Antonio's logic, if the supposed Celestial Combatant cannot survive 8,888 strikes at Class One Trillion strength and speed, then he did not live up to any sort of legend. Such a brutal test could only come from the Undefeated.

Sincerely surprised by the living legends abrupt awakening surfacing onto the Texan lands almost like a mud monster appearing form within a swamp, albeit this monster being covered in Lava. Myrmidon backed up slightly in preemptive defense realizing this fight would be more daunting that previously imagined, "Indeed.." . Without haste the two combatants engaged in their destructively sought after bout, Antonio exploded fourth into virtually instant speeds coming up engaging Myrmidon with a relentlessly damaging bombardment of physical potency, Myrmidon however was able to track the mans movements with his own impressive cognitive reactionary times, jumping back ever so slightly to create some space while simultaneously elevating his palms upwards contorting a plethora of rocks from the earth which broke apart instantly and attached themselves to his body like make-shift armor absorbing the mans attacks, each punch from Antonio rendered the rocky armor virtually void as it crumpled into dust, the following few seconds would reveal the rocks had simply been crushed into thin air....and Myrmidon had vanished...utilizing his Earth Yoso during the titans initial bombardment his body had literally fallen into the ground using an unorthodox type of earthly teleportation reappearing behind Antonio with seemingly no delay, his right forearm would attempt to wrap around the titans neck with almost unrealistic physical strength attempting to simply squeeze and throttle the Undefeated with his gigantic forearm now hopefully wrapped across of his neck, attempting to not just constrict his airways, but cause some muscular or spinal damage, at exactly the same time his left forearm blade would appear, attempting to stab and drive such weapon through the mans body entirely.

Coming up bankrupt on the proposition that Myrmidon had just been all talk, Antonio exuded a sigh of relief. He wanted a good fight after so many simply just annihilated by his fists. No sooner had the dust collected in the grooves of his fingers than the Desert Daimyo performed a vanishing act worthy of the greatest magicians known to mankind. He reappeared much less theatrically, abandoning the shell of mud and earthwork in order to bypass Antonio's vision and lock his mighty bicep around his throat. The muscles in the Undefeated clenched and his neck already stood defiant of the attempt at strangulation. Alone, it could withstand the assault. But Antonio wanted to overpower Myrmidon and force him into a state of true, unrestrained power so that he could better have his best chance at a fair fight.

He had guided the fingers on his right hand into the space between Myrmidon's arm and his neck so that the leverage almost did not exist. At 50%, Antonio could see that they were more or less evenly matched. He smirked and actually began to laugh. Pushing forward, he tapped into a percentage higher until he exceeded 60%. At one-hundred times stronger than he used to be a mere second ago, Antonio easily outmatched Myrmidon's masterful hold on him. If he were a lesser man, he would have suffocated within picoseconds of being caught.

The Pride of the Underworld did not subside. He refused to allow a chance like this to slip past his iron grip. With a flick of his wrist and a devastating stabbing motion, the Death Dealer lived up to his name! The Grim Reaper struck like an enraged cobra!

But his pinning strategy did not take full effect. If he had been able to just hold on a fraction tighter, or if Antonio had not put his fingers between the hold itself, then the fight would have ended and the undefeated streak would have been broken.

Instead, the lightning combat spun around full circle. From face-to-face to a chokehold and back again, their destined duel would not - could not - end with such a devious maneuver. Antonio flung his fist behind him and deflected the weapon in question with a terrifying precision in his overwhelming power. Only after the action occurred did the whistle of the dagger slicing through the air become audible, and then the sonic boom of Antonio's hand coming to defy it from completing its intended purpose.

Class 100 Trillion dawned upon the Earth Emperor's masked face as it turned around in full force. Antonio cackled, impressed so far by his foe's resistance, speed, and cunning. He sent out a mana roar, not specifically intending to damage Myrmidon but more to gather sonar information on their battlefield. He did this to buy Myrmidon time - time to prepare for the rest of the fight. Nothing could please the Undefeated more than to take on this undisputed champion of assassins at full strength.

All of this happened in less than a second, and Antonio began his attack again.

The Undefeated seemed to radiate the definition of physical power. Every individual muscle in his body could outmatch Class 100 strikers, and they all intertwined into a deadly concert of fists aimed at Myrmidon with staggering numerical values behind their speed and frequency.

An gigantic roar shook the battlefield sending birds and other wildlife scurrying backwards terrified by its destructive anger, Myrmidon himself backed up slightly due to its uproariously loud nature, at the same time The Undefeated performed another physically overpowering attack bombarding his body with relentless punch after punch, each one connecting causing severe damage to his armored torso, his chest plate almost instantly was broken into hundreds of fragmented pieces as his internal organs rattled, his rib-cage almost shattered under the unmitigated physical pressure and speeds. Another deadly punch came inwards smashing into his elusive mask sending Myrmidon flying backwards out of harms way from further attack.

Lying face down almost defeated, Myrmidon's entire body had been decimated, his armor lay in ruin, his face behind the mask bloodied and bruised. Pushing himself up, the celestial combatant stood back towards his feet, slightly trembling yet feverishly courageous. His palms raised upwards as four gigantic slaps of rock shot into the air which then started to encircle the Undefeated, a single hand movement followed as Myrmidon clenched both fists - The rocks shot downwards towards Antonio as they broke into thousands of miniature pieces of rocks deadly enough to pierce even the strongest skin, going fast enough to cause uncontrollable physical damage upon the slightest connection, as they rained down the plethora of projectiles literally blotted out the sun for a mere moment.

Antonio could feel the blood on his fists. A mixture of his and Myrmidon's, Antonio had cracked the Divine Death Dealer's armor at the cost of having shrapnel lodged into his knuckles. He rolled his fingers, squeezing out the debris with muscular contractions alone. The cuts were deep. He had hurt Myrmidon even deeper, however, and the assassin elite barely had the energy to stand. The Undefeated had just about lost hope at this point. He finally found someone who could keep up with 50%, but when he began to have fun things suddenly fell apart. His smile disappeared into an unamused snarl.

He wanted to end this quickly and spare Myrmidon some shame.

However, he did not account for the tenacity involved in the Celestial Combatant's overwhelming mastery of the element under their very feet. All at once and without prior warning through his mana field, four immense pillars of stone shot out of the ground. Antonio seemed interested at least, but his curiosity would melt into a fight for survival as a torrential downpour of immeasurably sharp rocks fell out of the sky with unmitigated fury. He had little time to brace himself for the coming storm and by the time it reached him, he shot out fists in a seemingly desperate bid to outlast it.

Left, right, left, right, left, right - hundreds of thousands of times every second - and still the stones threatened to tear him to shreds. The battlefield crumpled under the increased pressure brought on by Myrmidon's sudden and terrifying outburst combined with Antonio's brutal counter attack. After the minute of hell had passed, all life seemed to have disappeared from the area where Myrmidon had set his sights upon destroying.

But, of course, the fight had just begun.

A series of tremors eluded to the fact that Antonio yet lived. Once the earth burst into a geyser of hot magma some thirty yards behind Myrmidon, the facts could not be denied any further. Antonio, having been sliced to ribbons, stood with his back to the unwavering mastermind of Earth manipulation. He bent his neck to either side and rolled his shoulders, grunting afterwards. At length, he turned to face Myrmidon again, smiling through the blood oozing from his forehead down into his eyes and mouth. His reddened teeth only added to the imagery of a devil having come to challenge the reaper's position as king of death. But nowhere in Antonio existed the fallacies of a madman or lunatic. He did not delve into some hidden berserker rage at this moment in time.

He was just beginning to have fun.

Spreading his legs apart at perfect ninety degree angles and lifting his forward heel off the ground, Antonio pulled his right arm near his ribs and extended his left hand - both of which were balled into fists. The wild abandon of his physical chakras sang like a distant thunderstorm, chirping like the bolts of Zeus cascading from a black sky.

70%. Class Ten Quintillion.

Myrmidon was not foolish enough to stay in the current grounded battle arena realizing this specific combatant was far too physically potent to defeat in outright open combat. Knowing he had almost every advantage in regards to skill and versatility yet all of these traits would be diminished due to the mans almost juggernaut-like factors and might. Pushing his arms downwards utilizing his Earth Yoso as millions of microscopic grains of sand attached themselves onto his body before forming a solid piece of make-shit armor overlapping any of his Arcani Armor already in place. After doing so, he levitated into the air his body being flown upwards like a passenger inside of a plane, the armor being used as his personal vessel to allow for an unorthodox version of flight. In the air some meters above the man and the battle seemingly out of immediate harms way, the Divine Dealer had informed himself of the attackers unmitigated and truly inspiring physical Chakras being something of legend by using his metaphysical senses which enabled for him to help block attackers powers in combat.

Myrmidon, knowing himself he was probably without a doubt the most potent Chakra blocker in the history of the current universe was under no illusion even with his innovative Vespa Techniques blocking such raw untamed power would be almost suicidal, anyhow, Physical Chakra was not the only form of Chi based energy. Currently flying high into the air, his hands were raised once again elevating another four slaps of gigantic rock, per before they would break up into thousands of tiny pieces, although this time, instead of sharp rocks threatening to decimate his enemy each would become thousands upon thousands of identical spheres travelling at speeds transcending sound, infused within these rocks would be specifically crafted Long Distance Vespa Throwing Crystals mimicking the effect of close ranged Chi/Chakra Blocking. As his arms flung outwards propelling each and every rock towards his monstrous opponent with deathly speeds themselves threatening to obliterate, his is right hand swiftly grabbed a pouch on his belt, throwing the gems into the battle intermixing them. These pieces of Vespa weaponry would upon contact onto any part of the body, attempt to disrupt the behemoths sight and sound Chakra, a single Vespa stone hitting even the strongest Metaphysics user would be enough to lay them blind and without hearing, hundreds of these stones hitting one could possibly permanently cut off their access to the realms of Sight and Sound. Myrmidon hoped making this enemy lose his two fundamental senses would prove worth while.

Slow. So miserably slow.

Light travels at approximately 671 million miles per hour. Antonio's muscles were prepared to move his body at inconceivable speeds compared to that, but he stood still. He observed the incoming projectiles as if he were a clocksmith noting every small detail of a gargantuan timekeeper device. Each gear moved in unison. Every cog worked in perfect synchronization. Myrmidon might have been limited to the mortal concept of fighting, but his technique existed in the realm of godhood - everything about it ticked perfectly, from the cascading pellets infused with his own special brand of energy-choking artistry to the magnificent incorporation of the mysterious stones totally alien to the Undefeated.

However, the sonar from earlier still had some effect. Though he now moved considerably faster than light and infinitely faster than sound, he could still sense the information that the reflections of the mana roar carried. The stones were possessed of a different energy altogether, one that echoed the endless void between realities. They were not normal in the sense that they carried a chakra signature. In fact, they seemed to absorb it. A villainous metaphysical ploy, the crystals were meant to totally seal away a specially programmed wavelength of chi. Antonio was smart enough to realize that Myrmidon had probably guessed locking away his opponent's physical chakras would be impossible. Therefore, he resorted to attempting a thievery of his other energies.

This was when Antonio was perhaps at the height of how frightening he could be, for his dominating physique was not all he possessed. Perhaps the scariest thing by far about the current Undefeated was his mind. He would get smart - and fast.

Instead of allowing Myrmidon's attack to land like he had done so earlier with the instantaneous avalanche, Antonio bolted as the hail finally caught up to him.

He kept a slower pace than he normally would have. After all, there was no sense in running off the face of the Earth or splitting it in half just by setting his foot down. He made sure to glue Myrmidon's target to his heels, making it painfully close each and every time the dust licked his back. The rocks were propelled like artillery shells, a harmonious concert of pinpoint accuracy and annoyingly concise consistency. If he moved any slower, then he would have been impaled thousands of times before he could mount a counterattack; any faster, and he risked leaving Texas without realizing it.

Myrmidon almost exclusively kept him on his toes this entire fight. Antonio smiled as the soles of his feet began to sweat. He took a final step on the ground before leaving it. Patches of obliterated water and air molecules hugged his sandals as he actually began to levitate and escalate quickly towards Myrmidon's perch of perceived safety.

Close, now, so aggravatingly close.

Spinning as he did so, Antonio avoided the brunt of the archaeological spray. He wanted to bring his fists into close range. Even given a bland second, he could land millions of punches. All he needed was one - aimed straight down - and he could end this battle decisively. Yet, he continued to grin sadistically. The blood knight in him wanted to see more, feel more, and fight more. The core of his reasoning could not be processed logically. Antonio, as a person, hardly ever met anyone worthy of locking attacks with. Though Myrmidon understood that a frontal confrontation would be suicide and therefore hung back with his ranged attacks for the majority of their contest, Antonio recognized him as someone who finally gave him something of a challenge. Even at 50%, he could have ended their fight so many times. Now, at over a thousand times stronger nearing 75%, Antonio felt a little bit guilty.

So he purposely hesitated. Myrmidon could easily see this lapse. Perhaps he would come to understand it as something less than honor, but keeping the same meaning. Antonio did not want this fight to end. His greed as a warrior kept him from sending his opponent crashing through the Earth and out the other side in a spicket of hot magma. Still, he was anything but helpless, even so far away from the solid ground he had so enjoyed. The weight of what could have happened continued to hover over Myrmidon, despite everything that Antonio did to preserve him.

The Undefeated was afraid. Not of Myrmidon specifically, but of breaking him like a fragile new toy. Even as the world grew darker, he feared nothing except for that. Even as his omniscient mana roar became little more than vibrations on the hairs of his arms, he realized what he truly wanted:

To fight.

TO FIGHT.

TO FIGHT.

He could still smell in this black and null new environment. The beads of sweat on Myrmidon's skin. The blood from his open wounds. The natural scent he exuded as a killer without equal. Like a raging titan, Antonio surged forward with a thunderous salvo of fists like no other before it.

Even in the Death Dealer's kingdom, where his word is law, there is always someone who defies that law.

Even against a killer without equal, a fighter without compare could still stand impossibly STRONG!