Just as Myrmidon went on holiday, too. Amazingly written!
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Violently pushed backwards by The Champion’s magnetic discharge, Myrmidon barely had time to erect his own force barrier, shielding him from the physical trauma of the meteoric force yet not averting the secondary internal consequences, multiple metallic minerals within his body being pushed out by the magnetic force, instantly causing Myrmidon’s muscles to contract, his breathing to become impaired and a gross loss of motor function due to nerve disruption.
Cowering, Myrmidon elegantly performed a single back-flip and safely landed onto his feet with a few heavy pants, barely sustaining his posture as The Champion's continued assault was unveiled, a gigantic beam of electromagnetically propelled plasma blitzed forwards and threatened to annihilate Myrmidon, during this sequence of events a grim smirk had embellished itself upon his ancient features, safe in the assurance that Ziccara had been engulfed by his sinkhole.
Quickly raising his left palm, a gigantic slab of concrete rose up from the ground and placed itself in front of Myrmidon’s figure, and although this slab would only halt the beams super-heated assault and kinetic forces for a few milliseconds, it would be enough. Myrmidon was no fool, and only a fool would attack two Gods and the Dark Knight at the same time, his apprentice was nowhere in sight, and as such, he had opted to departing the bout via sinking his physical figure into the ground. As Alexis' beam broke through the concrete slab they would be met with no resistance, for Myrmidon had fled the battle.
Abruptly, Myrmidon adopted his fabled saber stance as his crimson colored lightsaber shot into his hands as the vibrant plasma illuminated the serene surroundings with its red tinted glow, a crack of thunder was heard overhead as though mother nature was clapping, coaxing the two fighters into a bout which would undoubtedly be historic. The Arcani Grandmaster’s archaic eyes watched, emotionless…Stoic, yet totally aware.
His saber stance telegraphed no intentions. Merely, two hands placed upon the cold metal hilt of the exotic blade, pointing forwards with his feet parted, a simple triangle stance. His calm yet powerful eyes transfixed upon his opponents hasty, youthful sprint. As the man grew closer and closer, Myrmidon did not waver, he did not even move, no opponent; especially one such as Warsman, would have closed the distance with such predictability.
No…..This was deception. Beautiful, artistic deception.
Dmitri’s illusionary phantom footsteps beckoned on forwards carving his footprint into the snowy ground as they pounded onwards, faster and faster growing ever closer to an almost certain death….A death, which never came. A smirk, a sudden smirk of acknowledgement adorned itself upon the Ancients stoic features, realizing what a simple, yet elegant trick had been performed. Closing his eyes and utilizing his occult force abilities, Myrmidon almost preemptively sensed Warsman’s sudden change in position, yet, it was too slow.
The Jaguar King’s aerial assault flew in from above with blistering speeds as his blade struck, and vertically sliced down and through Myrmidon’s left deltoid, inciting somewhat of a pained gnarl prior to Myrmidon performing a single backstep to avoid further danger, slashing his plasma saber sidewards going to horizontally slash across of Warsman’s chest. Quickly, Myrmidon thrust his blade forwards once more, attempting to impale the man’s right shoulder with his saber. However, Myrmidon had not yet initiated anything more than two feeble attacks, he was still observing his prey.
Atrocity, Myrmidon's eternal apprentice offered Lilith (Lady Grimm) asylum after she found herself nearly killed. Events transpired, and Atrocity agreed to take Lilith under his wing and train her in the ways of the Sith. Of course, Myrmidon was made aware and asked the two to accompany him to an ancient, forgotten Sith temple. Once located, this temple would be where Lilith's training shall truly commence... However, Myrmidon may have more in store than he lets off.
As Myrmidon blitzed forward with his attempted assault upon Ziccarra, the Arcani Grandmaster was abruptly intercepted by The Champions consuming beam of unavoidable magnetism as it violently blasted him backwards into the city at eye watering speeds, subsequently, a secondary assault was initiated as a powerful, unforgiving fist struck Myrmidon’s jaw-line causing him to gnarl in pain as the Herald of Hope’s inherent strength was demonstrated once again, for this was not the first time the two had fought, no, the Arcani Immortal had been a witness to The Champion’s heroics before in New York.
During an Arcani mission, Myrmidon had nonchalantly massacred thousands… Alexis had attempted to intervene…But tragically, he was a fraction of a second too late. A heated battle ensued and The New God had proclaimed that he would not lose restrain even in the face of such heartless murder, but when a loved one was threatened, when emotions clouded his altruistic judgment, how long until such a principle was shattered in the name of love?
A violent uproar was heard as Myrmidon’s helpless body kissed the unforgiving concrete with a humongous crash sending pieces of debris and dust to haze the surrounding area. Showing no remorse nor mercy, The Champion’s irately glowing eyes pulsated with crimson fury prior to unleashing a deadly trio of electromagnetically propelled plasma towards the down Grandmaster.
At the same time, the infamous Dark Knight had enacted his own crude, yet exotic form of shadow manipulation with the intent to possess Myrmidon’s shadow and actually manipulate the Immortals physical actions as though he was controlling a puppet. In the few almost negligible moments of which Myrmidon was able to comprehend both deadly attacks he was left with a dire decision, avert his body being manipulated and suffer the consequences of The Champions beams, or defend against the God’s beams and suffer the consequences of his personal blades being used against his own body?
He opted against the latter, instantly utilizing the occult teachings of the Force to bend light around of his physical figure and into a momentary mimicry of invisibility due to light being able to now pass through his body, inadvertently avoiding the shadow manipulation as his shadow literally disappeared from the area. Swiftly, Myrmidon de-materialized his Blades of Division as his crimson colored lightsaber took its place, protectively warding off a single of the New God’s plasma beams with his saber before the other two ferociously exploded, both shockwaves, crushingly pushing Myrmidon into the ground with earth shattering force…
Instinct took over, Myrmidon did not want to suffer the same fate he had previously done at the hands of the New God and have his face burnt off, and instead, the Renegade used his Earth bending to suck his own body into the ground and out of harm’s way, reappearing behind the New God before being unexpectedly struck by Dark Vengeance's shadow blasts, the blasts, which pushed him forwards, not yet registering the effects of the blasts as Myrmidon capitalized on the unforeseen momentum, attempting to thrust himself forward and knee Alexis’ in the lower back with mountain shattering force.
Independent of success, Myrmidon would utilize his Earth Bending once more and wherever Ziccarra stood, a gigantic, skyscraper devouring sinkhole would appear underneath her and if she was unable to escape, it would potentially crush her under hundreds and hundreds of tons of concrete and earth.