When Champions Meet Legends - RPG

L.A: Morning

Eterna island: Present nighttime:

 WAL Tower, evening.
Strolling into the living room as the sound of his sandals meeting the metal floor echoed, The Wanderer noted as he looked out the massive window panels over the city how it was surprisingly quiet.  You'd think Cly or the Uchiha twins would be here, apparently not.  Not giving it a lot of further thought, he jumped down in the black leather couch opposite to the plasma TV, stretching out and attempting to relax.  Dressed in civilian clothes, jeans, and a black t-shirt with the red Kryptonian S-shield, he eyed the remote control (inconveniently lying on a table just out of his reach) for a moment before telekinetically summoning it to his left hand.  Switching on the TV screen almost instinctively, a news channel was the first thing to come up.  It showed how a fire wielding menace had been taken down by a new guy in town, clad in what looked to be a high tech armor and a golden helmet.  Can't be Tiwaz again can it?  Nah...the armor's conveniently similar but totally different in manners. 
 
Wando was just about to rise up from the couch and leave, maybe even go to sleep, but then he heard the rest.  [This is a message to whomever is in charge on the protection of this sector, Los Angeles, California and the west side.  I have in my system that there is a special team monitoring this area but today they seemed useless against this threat.  Where were you?  Who knows?  Here is the message:  Either you do your job, or declare yourselves useless and let us take care of it for you.  Breaker out.]  Turning off the TV, Hadrian's eyes hardened a bit.  Breaker.  Diplomacy's not something he ever heard of, that's for sure.  What Breaker had said was partially justified in that nobody else had been there though, and Wando was fully aware of that.  Can't be everywhere at once.  Had I known this would've happened, I'd try to be a bit faster, but what I was doing was just as important, if not even more. 
 
 

Planet Arzac, two hours earlier.
As the coral sunlight was reflected from the thin katana-like blade, swung through the air at The Scion, the black-cothed assassin appeared somewhat stressed, and not without reason.  Having conjoured up just sufficiently enough psionic energy, Hadrian barely managed to stop the sword in its motion with a hand gesture.  For an on-looker, the assassination target a.k.a. the Emperor of Arzac for instance, it might have looked like an easy thing to do.  That was merely a facade though, something that the glowy-eyed Human/Xantroan hybrid had gotten better at holding up lately.  << Enough! >> he projected, and briefly strengthened the flow of telekinetic energy against the would-be-murderer, sending the man flying backwards towards the terrace's metal wall.  A thud was heard as the swordsman slammed into the wall, and then the floor.  Sensing his thoughts, Izaac felt somewhat bad for him, having failed the mission and was slowly losing consciousness.
 
The orange sun in the horizon shined dimly as the gray-clad Emperor interrupted Hadrian's thoughts.  < You have my gratitude for the save.   But I have to ask, why?   You're a Xantroan, surely your views would collide with mine.   In fact, some might even call me a tyrant, as evidenced by the assassination attempt. >  The black-beared head of state displayed no fear, only confusion - which was apparent to the Wanderer, so he decided to answer in an equally fearless manner.  << You're right.  I don't like your rule, ONE BIT!  But a vision I saw earlier, prompted me to prevent your death, as you'll be needed in events to come.  Other option?  Interstellar war, billions of casualties. >>  The Arzacian ruler expressed some subtle regret of having lost a potential ally, but didn't appear to ponder very far on the subject.  < I see.  I should also point out, that if this..ASSASSIN, stays here, he'll be executed.  But if YOU take him away from here, I suppose there's nothing I could do about it, could I?  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have dutiesto attend to. >  As the emperor turned around and walked through the open gate of the stronghold's terrace, Wando paid no further attention to him and instead walked towards the passed out assassin, grabbing his wrist and having both of them fade away in a flash of sapphire light.  I hope I can find a decent place for him to live on a Xantroan world.

Breaker's balcony:

Nā Pali coast, Kaua'i

 Standing on top of the cliff-like rock platform under the merciless rays of Sol, the one thing that separated the two soon-to-be-opponents was an invisible force shield.  " Now that I.. (Unwillingly) have listen to your excuses for the lack of discipline and sense of duty of you little western family.--"  The Wanderer's eyebrows arched in frustration as he struggled to maintain the shield in its place, receiving the urge to propel it directly at the Elite.  "-- I want you to listen to what I have to say."  At this point, Hadrian's expression started to grow more deadpan, as the Sil stepped towards him, gripping his mace-like weapon in the process.  Should have known reasoning would be pointless.  Being pointed at the armored man walking forward, the Scion listened reluctantly, while still focusing on maintaining the shield's structure.  "One, kidnapping is a very serious offense, here and in any world out there, is punishable.  Two, the use of psychic abilities of another being is very rude and as well punishable by Sil law."  As Breaker's steps became faster and longer, Wando cut off their eye contact, disturbed by his reactions, though still aware of the nearing threat.  "And three, keep your thoughts to yourself!"  Flawlessly sensing the approaching alien aiming to smash the Wanderer's head off, he turned back his head to the Elite in determination, irises and wadjet [cryptic symbol circling one of his eyes] shining in azure.  Don't think so.  Like lightning attempting to pierce a solid hill, the sonic boom erupting roared in a most deafening manner, but the field merely sparked as the mace was disconnected from it.  Wando's facial features softened a bit in relief as his head stopped roaring from the ear drum-shattering thunder, as the Elite landed on the ground and seemed to analyze the fading shield.  As to be expected, Hadrian's anger began to turn into worry, as the quickly dissipating shield had just narrowly held back the massive blast.
 
"All this time you were hidden behind a barrier--"  Considering the option, it was the obvious thing to do.  Doubtful if I could make another shield to withstand the same force.  "...Coward.  I see that hiding is the best skill in you little group."  The insult took Wando aback, very abrubtly.  HUH?  He's trying to smash my head away, and then he calls me a coward for having the NERVE to use, God forbid, a SHIELD?  As the Sil sought to tear through the vague traces of the barrier with what seemed to be an energy blast according to the inner signals in his head, Izaac continued his line of thoughts while trying to generate another defense.  Stretching out his left palm towards Breaker, he initiated his ability to wield fire by igniting a hint of a flame running over his arm, although its sole purpose (for the moment) was the degree of immunity it would give him.  Gawd, how DARE I have the audacity to take precautions against short-tempered lunatics...  As golden energy circled around Breaker's armor-clad (?) fist, the sharp signal indicating danger went off the charts, distressing him as there was no way his fire immunity alone would be enough.  TOOFASTTOOFASTTOOFAST...!!!  The nova bolt roared in the atmosphere and reached its target, Hadrian's upper body, in no time.  As the thermal energy tore his clothes and skin due to sheer pressure, he was propelled backwards, painfully slamming into the rocky surface with the sun almost blinding him.  Ow..ow..ow!! was the only thing on his mind as he struggled to rise up and face the Elite.  His visible skin had been slightly scorched for the most parts, where he didn't have cuts and bruises.  His shirt had also been somewhat scorched and left sleeve had been completely torn off, exposing his Indigo Lantern Tribe tattoo on his shoulder.  Damn...that was hardly going easy on me.  Hadrian's heart was not pounding faster than ever, but enough for him to notice the difference.  Still, he wouldn't let fear conquer him.
 
Arrogantly, Izaac looked with red-tinted irises into the Sil's eye.  >> Wow.  And you called me a coward...just because I had dared shielding myself, when it's obvious that you're carrying around on insane amounts of power, to not mention having a reputation of having a short temper.  Well, I guess I am a coward then.  But better being a coward, than an absolute moron. <<  His irises were now starting to glow, in blue.  >> And another thing? <<  With immediate effect, Hadrian faded away from in a blue flash of tachyon energy.  >> Sense of duty is MEANINGLESS IF YOU CAN'T PRIORITIZE! <<, he exclaimed in a silent shout, hovering about 7 meters directly above Breaker and eclipsing the sun.  With a moment of inner focus, shining spheres of amber blaze appeared, held in both palms of his hands.  With a swift spinning motion, the flames were directed towards Breaker and the ground around him in the form of massive flares of intense light and heat.  Dropping to the ground with ease, Hadrian made a hand gesture intending to propel the Elite away, through the force of a shockwave.  Looking towards the last known location of his opponent, he spoke again.  >> My 'duty' is hardly limited to Los Angeles.  ANY sentient life that is threatened, is equal before me! <<  Even though it's not always true, I don't have time to go into detail...he thought, as Hadrian's heart and lungs were racing, and ears ringing. 

 Standing on top of a mountain covered with a green blanket of plain grass. The sea at the horizon and from clear sky the flamed star above the heavens shining its rays down upon the two fighters. After the attack the elite seeks to process the damage cause by his bolts to his opponent. One thing was for sure, the barrier was no longer a liability.

Regardless of Breaker not having his helmet to scan his enemy and find the damage caused. The bolt of raw power had hit its mark, but the enemy had a hidden card up his sleeve. Breaker’s eyes identified a symbol on his opponent. Indigo Lantern. Thought the elite. This challenge may be far more interesting than I thought. Said the elite to himself. Going back on hunter’s mode the elite stands its ready as he lay eyes on his glaring enemy. The voice of the hero from the Legend team roams once again in his head.

>> Wow.  And you called me a coward...just because I had dared shielding myself, when it's obvious that you're carrying around on insane amounts of power, to not mention having a reputation of having a short temper.  Well, I guess I am a coward then.  But better being a coward, than an absolute moron. <<

Breaker couldn’t stand been mind rapped by the hero and grabbing his mace he ran forward to the enemy but before he could reach the hero, the voice again filled his head. >> And another thing? << Breaker kept going forward screaming “Don’t you EVER shut up?!” But before he could smash his mace on the hero’s skull the sneaky devil disappeared in a flash of blue energy.  

Breaker sighs in anger. The elite can’t take teleporters. It is the one other ability next to psychics that pissed him off. The voice once again strikes the alien‘s head as the message is received by the elite. >> Sense of duty is MEANINGLESS IF YOU CAN'T PRIORITIZE! <<

“Where are you, coward?!” Breaker shift his sight all over the field looking for the Wanderer. The game face on Breaker all the sudden shifts to curiosity as he notice on the grounds as the sun suddenly seems to be fading into shade. The alien then turns around and spots the teleporter on the heavens above launching several spheres of thermal nature at the legendary alien. The elite regardless of been able to cast thermal attacks himself he is still vulnerable to certain degree of thermal waves. Like comets, balls of flames rain down upon the earth and headed toward Breaker who was partially blinded by the lights.  “Damn it all!” Said the elite to himself as he was blinded and the heat was raising as the balls thundering as they rained all around him. “I seem to be lucky, but I don’t believe in luck.” Just a few yards away several incoming flares were raining upon the alien when all the sudden maybe out of instinct the elite retaliates.

Breaker suddenly raised his right arm into the air as the energy revolted around his fist and at the same time a electric bolt danced along the very fist along with the nova bolt energy. Breaker in a flash then yelled out “Hybrid storm!” Just before he crashed his large fist against the green soil. Like the mother of all thunders Breaker’s power trembled the very ground causing a giant thermoelectric shock-wave that expelled the thermal threats distant from his self avoiding what could of been fatal.

 Regardless of the elite been safe from harm the amount of energy expelled had taken a toll. Breaker suddenly dropped to one knee as he tries to gain visibility and condition. Regardless of the amongst of energy expelled and how it affects the elite, pride is a very powerful ego boost that works as a energizer.

The elite stands back on his feet panting. “G- Got anymore tricks?” teethed the elite to the hero. Breaker was obviously ravaged by the sudden download of energy. The toll was so large that just with a flick of a hand gesture the hero sent a shockwave at the elite. The powerful wave crashed against the alien shattering part of his armor while sending the champion wildly across the field until he thuds sliding on the grounds and finally coming to a halt. The Foreskin of the armor was torn by the drag across the field. The elite was laying on his back resenting the pain. But with a struggle and growling the elite turns on his belly and while panting feeling soreness on his. Still, the elite proceed to stand. “Looks like- I underestimated this puny little brat.” Admitted the elite as he finally stands to his feet. And once again Wanderer’s voice reached his ears.

 >> My 'duty' is hardly limited to Los Angeles.  ANY sentient life that is threatened, is equal before me! <<


The armor’s technologies had been damage, sparkling and smoke were coming from the elite’s upper body. The damage was evident. The shockwave had taken a toll from the armor’s ability to gather energy. It had been damage as well as some of the other technological advantages. “It would seems like I’m falling behind, eh, hero?” Brekka extended his open hand and from the far reaches of the field his silver mace (Which had been lost in the shockwave) returns to its wielder. The champion then lift his hand and gathers energy from it at dance around its fist once again. “Very well, no more games! I’ll show you something they don’t teach you In hero school.” Claimed the elite as the nova bolt grew bigger on his right hand. And After a dark smirk comes to the elite’s face a fine thrust of his energized hand a wider nova bolt is sent on its way headed toward the hero as both an attack and a distraction. Regardless of the outcome of the attack, it served a bigger purpose.

Without witness or a sound all the sudden something seems missing from the field. The elite ,like out of a magic show, he had disappear from sight leaving behind nothing but a hole on the ground at the location where he had been standing before the blast. Where had the elite gone? The questing was quickly answered as a short tremor roamed the grounds as a mouthed roaring was expelled from the lungs of the elite before the soil behind Wanderer began to shatter. Like a fierce devilish sand beast the Setron lion was just catapulted from under the dusty grounds. "Here comes the pain!" Roared the elite! And like a brute barbarian using his physical strength the elite swings the silver crown mace aiming to club & slash the hero’s upper spine. Breaker was seeking to immobilize the hero by causing severe fracture and nerve damage to the back area.

Remaining somewhat unconditioned from traveling underground and the effect of the previews attacks. The heavy breathing of the elite made presence as he addresses his counterpart. “Hehhh- When we sils face against jumpers. We don’t hesitate or hold back- We seek to make their ability to jump useless, quick…”  

 Fallowing up on the combination of deception the elite then jumped backwards to gain distance. And while in mid air with an illustrious expertise he flicked the silver mace while still holding it at hand and summoned a energy whip. “..And what better way to hold a teleport than to crippled its body and bind him in uncontrollable agony?” With that said Breaker lands and with a crack of his energy whip the elite manage to swing its end toward Wanderer aiming to bind the hero within the energy whip seeking to torture his soul and prevent him from escaping.