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The following is set post Prince of Pawns

Champions tower

Brown eyes, oversized and slightly murky. Edward windsor stared at his reflection closely. Watching his pupil move fom left to right and up and down looking for a hint, a glimmer of something unnatural lurking within. He's body still felt irritable like he had a rash under his skin hiding just out of sight. The prince's mind never straying far from the idea something wasnt right. Had it been to long since he was in complete control? had he forgotten how it felt?, was what he saw actual reality. Sitting in his room the champion looked at the laser grid system covering his door, the cell he currently residedin had some of his home comforts in but he was very much aware that it was just a fancy prision. The champions mind wandered was he right to insist on this self imposed inprisonment or was his time to dwell in the relm of his own thoughts just doing him more harm than good. BEEP" laser grid deactivated " the door opened and in walked War Killer flanked by both Talon and Overkill. "Edward we think you could use some light duties, build you back the field work when your ready. We have intellgence that we think would be right up your street, what do you think ?." Edward smilled at his teammates " How light we talking ?, i'am not taking the chance that i lose control in a grouded area not again." The three champions looked upon Edward with kind eyes , which made him feel all the worse for what he had done, War Killer responded "Simple Recon, check it out. Access the threat then come back" Edwrad thought for a minute should he continue sitting here doubting his contorl or should he comit a potentially dangerous test. " Its in a safe area ?, close to HQ incase i need to get back here?.""yes edward it is, heres the file. Will give you ten minutes to make up your mind then you can come to the meeting room to continue or the lasers will rearm its up to you."

10 minutes pass

Edwrad walks into the meeting room pulling his amrour up over his shoulders and he sits in his usual chair staing at the recently reset wall and window at the head of the table, a flash in his mind the memory of dust and shattered glass. Shaking his head he refocuses "Eddy this is what we would like you to locate , a green projected image appears hovering above the desk. Its called the dimensional viewer, as you can see it has a simular apperance to that of a screen or large slightly curved mirror. Intel suggests it has been recenty stolen from the mystical and dangerous items locker that the United states government has in Alaska. If its here in champions city we need to locate it and return it before it falls into the wrong hands. " the prince of power nodds "Ok iam on it , will check it out and be back asap." Standing up slowly he turns towadrs the door and guns it full tilt to the docks. A few seconds later the pricne of pwoer locked over the rooftop of Pier 17. The building was defiently showing activity and not the usual kind. Looking closly Eddy spotted a window open on the top floor an easy drop from the roof. Climbing down and in the window the prince of power stopped for a second. "The buyer is on his way the transaction will go ahead as planned , he gets the box from alaska we get cold hard cash. You packing ? this dude has a bad rep and if it kicks off we have to be ready." a second lumbering guard replies "Please 10 in the clip one in the chamber you knows how i roll." peeping round the corner the prince of power slowly follwed the two guards down the hall and into a large open area with a table and a couple floodlights.

"Bingo" Edwrad spots his target 90 yards form his position tops , a short dash and he could have it in his hands and be out of this place before they realise whats happened. The idea crossed his mind more than once, " just take the dam thing." The sound of an engine disturbed the lingering thought, the doors opened and out stepped what appeared to be amn judging from the silohette though wirldy only "the buyers" chin was the only thing meeting the spot lights from Edwards view. "Fuck it , it has to be now the others dont have time to get here, well maybe Paragon and overkill but iam already here i can do this 1...2...3... go" Bursting from his vantage point the prince of power speeds towards the table, grabs hold of the viewer firmly flips over the rest of the table lands back on his feet and dashes out the closing garage door sliding under it as it closes. Pulling himself back to his feet he heers the sound of gun fire in the room he just escaped from. " shit , that was my fault. suppose that this could of caused far greater problems" pulling the viwer up to his eyeline the chmapion stared into it.

AGGGHH the champions mind floods with images of worlds , people, destruction flashes of great evil. His scream of pain is broken by the sound of shattering. COming back to his sences Edward looks at his hands ,empty. Before he could move or even utter a single syllable he feels a great weight upon his shoulders. Trying to resist as best he can he starts to crummple into the floor and it starts to swallow him up. "What the hell is going on!" blanketed in black and stil lfalling the champion sudenly feels a jolt and the familur and solid feeling of the ground. Pulling himself up he looks around himself once more. The champion hears a buzz looking up above him he spots a sign Pier 17 Bar Edward slaps himself hard across the face " Dam it must be real, this wasnt just here". The champion starts to step foward and as he does so he feels a weight fall upon his shoulders and boruning off in to the alley behind him " Are you ok ? sorry iam stronger than i look"

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"Imagine what you could do with something like that and an ability just to teleport. If you could learn to control the portals you could just apear anywhere. Go to some dimension nobody has heard of steal riches  like nobody could fathom and then come back here. Only one to want to come after you has to find away to cross realities just to get to you. Its inegnious dont you think?" The man spoke to a blue woman with white eyes and violet hair. She didn't come off as an inherent threat. Just a odd skined mutant in a seedy little bar. Alezra avoided her little chuckle she got from how arrogant and unaware these humans were. She brushed his cheek flirtatiously and of course the sailor was all to willing to tell her where to find this device.

Building Seventeen a shadey company off the coast of the city that worked on finding the many magestic devices. They were not spell casters or dimensional beeings, they were simply smart business men. Taking toys from the children and selling them to the highest bidder. Of course  Azrael she was far from some generic business associate. They had guards lining the doors and had strong security measures. That wouldn't stop her, they had high calibur weapons, that also wouldn't stop her. This was high quality work they were ready for anything. And Bloodhusk for her this was simply standard procedure break ins. Stepping into sight of Building Seventeen her eyes became yellow thick black tatoos lining her skin as it faded into crimson. Then in the blink of an eye she was a wisp caried along the air, a cloud of blood red mist traversing the currents. Sliping under the entry way unseen and unheard. Her smoke like state fading into the air vents still undetected.

Like a ghost she was undetected and unheard. Resurfacing on the top floor the object she seeked down the long hallway.  A beep was heard, elevator probably four or five men she concluded. Her plasmis fliped into her hands and slashed at the doors. The opening just enough to pry the doors open. Looking at the aproaching metal box she changed it into a coffin. A simple pointing gesture of her finger and the elevator droped. Screams heard just before a thundering roar. Of course then came the guards everyone so adiment on sheilding off the fierce woman. The crimson skinned woman let the sherade go. Her raven black hair unraveling into the two head tails. Why hide her alien origins. None of these men would make it out alive.

A small wire fused the two blades together and with that she charged forward. Guards opened fire Alezra in a mist was unphased by the wave if bullets. Sparks shot off the metal door behind her.  Two slashes two men fall cut in half. Letting go of the left blade it snaked through the air impaling another guard. A flick of her wrist and the blade pulled free arching in the air and removing a guards head.  Jumping into a roll she avoided the oncoming bullets. Raising to her feet blades spun in an artfull throw. Her hands shout out catching the weapons and as they did the four bodies fell apart. Blood boiling hot soiled the ground. It was all so easy to take mortal life. Stepping over the butchered torso Alezra heard gunfire in the distance. Somebody else was well on their way. Best to get moving now she only had so big a window to leap from. Her blood red hands took up the strange looking mirror.

A wave of her hand and the entire back wall was blown apart from a surge of telekenisis. An opening for her to escape from. "Freeze" figured another guard would get in her way, stupid humans. She gestured in his direction and from her hand shot a burst of lightning sending the officer backwards. His body convulsing as it was hurled backwards. She leapt from the window and another gun shot was heard. It was clearly a diffrent calibur than that of the guards. She turned as she plumeted towards the ground. Catching glimpse of a figure she instinctively through the mirror at the man. Another discharge and glass rained down before she foundherself washed over in a strange light. It didn't take a genius to know that was something bad. It may of taken a genius however to conclude they had asically created an enterdimensional pocket. Such concluding in being transfered into some limbo like plain of existance. She could faintly make out a few near by figures.

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Somewhere over Champions City

"Let me get this straight , you wnat me to walk into the hottest city of superhero action on the planet. Stroll into a location known for selling mysticla and occult goods. and steal an item of universal importance. Your joking right? if this LZ was any hotter it would be the sodding sun." the masked man wipped down his amour pushing the dust off the bright red stripes. "Well thats why we arranged this meeting , we hear your the best and not afraid of a challenge. And the reward is suitable for such a mission is it not" the mans smile is visable even beneath the armour " Do you hear me compalining about the money?, What you hear is true. However this has the stench of a frame up. If it is , you best hope i dont come back . You understand me." the other gentlemen laughs " I asure you we have no such plans, now please if you will its time to start."

The sky wizzes past his face as he dives towards the earth, falling like a stone the target comes into sight as he breaks through the cloudline. A jolt of his leeft arm and the chord is pulled. The fall is slowed to a gracefull controled flight almost. As the ground closes in he pulls one pistol out a knife. Diversion tactict just in case there is any unseen guards. Waiting till the parachute hovers oover a nearby roof he cuts himself free and watches the chute plummit to the ground several yards away. Soon as his feet touch the ground hes uniqueness comes to life. The mans figure fades completly from sight as his bodies tactical adaptive camoflaugue kicks in. He hears footsteps and watches as two guards aproach his former parachute. Approaching the men with extreem caution his movemnets silent and unseen he reaches for his pistols and sets aim. An unatural light springs from the dark and from his hiden state he watches as a red skinned worman cuts the guards down with lethal swipe of her glowing blade.

Stalking the mysetious red woman he followed her as she cut her way through a few more guards. Studying her moves hr watches and learns alittle of her unique style. The two unknown allies continued moving through the corridors before finally reaching a large open storage room. "This is the place" the english enigma said in his mind as he looked at wrist mounted computer. Climbing quietly he gianed a vantage point and began to scan the scene with the computer. Two lifeforms in range,3,4,5. "Crap the guards know somethings up, our red friend has sturred up the hornets nest." Leathal force time i guess looking down at his computer again he mapped the guards position in his mind drew his guns and fired. A cyclone of steel floods from his feral pets, as the walls at the end of the room are perforated with his rounds. Brick dust and blood coveing the floor at the end of the room he now looks down at his computer. one lifeform reamins, his red skinned allie " Best go introduce ourselves"

The red skin woman held somethig in her arms as the masked brit appraoched he decided to show himself his form simply phasing back into the seeable world. looking closely at the womans hand he spots his prize. "Freeze" another guard appears out of the blue, the red woman dispatches him with the smae lethality and mercy she showed the rest of the guards. Then with the simple gesture of her hand the wall in front of her explodes open. " Ok very skilled with blades, and destructive ranged abilties. Direct assult not the wisest option here. But i need that mirror thing. Before his thought process could continue he hears footsteps behind him. Spining and fading from view once more he grabs the sneaking guard by the wrist throwing him over his shoulder and snapping his firearm away in one smooth movement. the guard pulls himself back up and looks around himself dased confused and soon to be dead. The brits hands moved instinctively a short dash grab trigger hammer spin and reholster and the guard was falling to the ground , his skull hollowed and his eyes now lifeless as he fell to the ground.

The sound of the gun was followed insnatly with the sound of tumbling glass and before the masked brit could move he felt a sudden pull and the sensation of falling, Crap what is happening now he thought as hit the ground silent and hidden he pulled himslef up and spotted two other people in front of him. The mysetrious red woman and a man wearing his nations flag. Decideing to tsay hidden the masked brit watched in silence as the other english man spoke " Present yourself, iam Edwrad Windsor of the Champions of peace and i know there are others in this room. I mean you no harm" typing into his computer the name Edwrad windsor his computer came up blank "Thanks for nothing piece of junk" the masked brit hatches a plan. Grabiing a sound ball from his pocket he throws it ahead of him and begins to type into his computer " Hello Edward , i to mean you know harm. However i know there is someone else in here who is very dangerous. She has red skin be carefull" the voice a masked version of his own projected loudly in the space ahead of him. Watching still hidden he spotted his intended reation a bright red blade lighting up in the distance. "Game on"

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Put in simplest terminology possible Az had been having the most productive depressing months ever. Success and deffeat were plentiful, new toys were given along with rank but the loses were depressing as hell. Whatever the case she had to carry on with regular life no rest for the wicked as the filthy humans liked to say. Thankfully Hex clued her in on a exciting little toy. Being one for mystical things she allready knew of the mirror. Excitedly Az hoped to get a hold of it, she had a fun little dream of bringing thousands maybe millions of souls into her hands in a singular motion. It would be beautiful more pain than almost anyone ever could fathom with little to no effort. Of course she wanted to get ahold of such a design. Pier seventeen that was the destination no difficulty geting there either. A easily casted portal and she was across the world standing on the docks. Another quick teleportation and she was on one of the many large crates out of sight and out of mind.

Manipulating the darkness she watched as a Champion of Peace prepared to go after the artifact. She had seen him in the KOV and in the fight with Tenebra but never met him in person.Today was a nice day for the slaying of a hero though.  Alezra watched as he sped to take hold of the device a blinding run almost imposible to keep up with. If not for her ability to feel vibrations in the earth she would of had no idea where he went off to. A snap of her finger and the men and women around them were incinerated she wouldn't leave any witnesses. That  was also acompanied by the fact that lately violence was one of the very select view things on her mind. There were only so many ways a devil could grieve. In a puff of smoke and flame she vanished reapearing behind the man. Her blade sliped into her hands she was poised ready to strike. Then there was the sound of shattered glass. A sea of imagery clouded her mind. A captivating world of violence graced her sight. She awoke in what looked like a pub or bar, maybe they were inside maybe out. She didn't bother to focus on that just wanted to analyze those in the room.

There was the Prince of Power in his typical Brit colored armor. He wasn't exactly armed and dangerous by the looks of it. Then there was a mercenary he released a small device that aparently spoke for him. She concluded him as a tech favoring individual probably a good shot. Power wise she was unsure what the man was capable of. No mater she was a goddess standing more or less amongst generic humans. Those sick repulsive weak little creatures that rarely managed to be so much as a fair challenge. Then she saw the red glow, an all to familiar bloody light.  Alezra Bloodhusk the alien alteration of herself. She remembered fighting her, killing her. She was a resiliant little xenomorph and the fact she was hear made the situation clear. They were clearly in an alternant reality, likely two seperate people from two seperate universes being brought together upon simultaneous destruction of the artifact. That was details however, and therefor irelovent. What mattered was the fight she was pressented with at the time she was still unseen. She would watch as her red skined tattooed self lashed outwards towards the others.

A wall of telekenetic force was directed towards the mercenary enough force behind it to hurl a car into a building. The act coming with a simple gesture of the hand. Her body faded into a crimson mist as she closed in on the Champion. A blade burning with a heat much like that of a sun lashing out at the heroes throat. The blade being broken into its two parts so she could toss the second half forward in an impaling gesture before bringing it back to her hands. Az remembered her fighting style flawlessly how could she not. The Teres Morba were not swordsman or even swordmasters. She didn't use guns only the sword and the sword  was enough. When she fought Alezra she fealt almost like an angry child against a samuri. She thankfully had no emediate quam with the alien.

Fading into shadows she kept her mind clear folding darkness around her and attempting to manifest behind the hero. Reeaching out aiming to run her silver blade through his heart as he was distracted by the crimson alien. She didn't switch the blade to its more potent form yet however. Just a typical blade aimed for a fatal blow. Looking at the other soldier she grined feraly combusting the air around him. The hope being to incinerate the man in the flames of hell. A fierce fire ridden attack that could mealt metal let alone flesh and bone. Blair had no wish for games of subtlety anymore. Just the game of blood and violence in all its carnage bringing glory.

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The prince of power stood and took in his surroundings. There was at least 2 threats in the space around him plus another perosn who claimed to not be. Before the champion could take in much more the familur buzz and glow of a lightsaber appeared in the distance. However the bright green glow of Obi wan wasnt what he saw a crimson sith blade lit up its nearby surroundings. Edward was never much of a fan for lightsabers especially when he had seen their destructive capabilties many times in the hands of his friend and allie Kenobi. However being the inquistive chap Edward was he did learn how they where made and how they work. Edward needed to find away to crush the handle or remove the focusing crystal to nulify the blade , easier said than done since any force user will do their damnest to protect their weapon of choice.

The blade began to move towards Edward as the weilder clearly started to charge at him, ok here we go the chmapion thought to himself , as he prepared himself for his opponets advance the prince heard a popping sound in front of him followed by a slam. the 3rd voice from the darkness spoke once more " Edward watch out, theres a teleporter" Edward had to react quicly since the brief sentance had drawn some of his attaention and now part of the crimson blade flew towards him. Edwards mind moved faster than his body and he was extremely thankfull for its haste right now. Reaching out with keen teleknetic sences the prince grabbed the lightsaber from the air and pulled into into his hands. Grabbing hold of the dark jedis weapon a second audiable pop echoed from right behind the champion. The prince of power instantly and acrobatically dropped rolled and pulled himself up a few feet away in his usual supersonic manner . As the chamipon pulled himself up a great surge of flame burst from the woman he could now identify as Azrael singeing the skin on the right side of the champions face.

"Ahh" Edward slightly winced as the skin burned and he patted his face with his gloved hand. Right first things first edward thought to himself as he grabbed hold of the crimson balde with both hands and chanelled all 15 tons fo his strenght across it, shattering the handle and its contents across the floor , one blade down one to go he thought to himself. Before his opponets moved he needed to react and fast he couldnt stand toe to toe Azreal fror long he knew this and the dark jedi could have all mannner of dark abilties like obi had once told him. Edward forcussed first on the demon. Outstretching his arm he clenched his fist. With this simple gesture a great telekentic force would simply crush his opponent into a stationary position so he could focus the rest of his attack. Following the gesture he instatly and violently exploded towards the his target unleashing a a flurry of mach 2 ,15 tons punches Edward remembered her file and he had no reason to hold back on the likes of the demon who stood in front of him. Each punch with the power of a speeding freight train surgically placed in rapid faster than eyesight precision to his opponents wrist elbows and shoulders. His focus was clear take out her arms. A fighter without arms is very limited in terms of countering.

As his assult began he could hear the tell tale sound of gunshots in rapid succession , clearly his "friend" was more than able to handle himself

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The hero seamed familiar with the sound of her blade. She knew for a fact though he didn't know of her. There may have been people in his universe that could use a weapon like hers but not the exact weapon. The plasmas katara was a weapon of her kin and her kin alone. Alezra wouldnt be surprised if his intial thought was to crush the weapon. She teleported in a puff of crimson mist. Someone whoever that third voice and wherever he was announced her arival giving the speedster time to react his mind jumping out and taking hold of her weapon. His hand holding onto his weapon though rather poorly, the blade afterall being usable only by her. The ruby colored blade customized to her and her alone. The following attack artfully avoided by his impressive speed. Flames exploded around the room scorching much of what was near. The hero took a burn Alezra only manipulated the blades not to touch her.

Having the blade in hand the hero crushed it with an impressive amount of force. The hilt falling apart into pieces. It was designed to do so though to help it travel with her as she turned into mist. The blades always were reasembled using telekanesis. Sure the damage was apparent and the recovery a hastle, if it had been a typical blade it would of been ruined. Alezra however wasn't slowed down by it. Following such the hero tried to pin Aza with telekenesis and then lashed out at the ensnared Azrael. That left Alezra with trying to pin point the gun men in shadows or focus on the speedster. The blood colored xeno desided to focus on the gunmen. Though the merc was cloaked almost untrackable his guns did emit a flare and the flash could be followed. The flash could allow the pinpointing of enemy and that would allow her to release an attack.
 
Reaching out she reasembled her blade on the ground in pieces. The various shards reconstructing a long cord conecting the hilt to a device on her wrist. And with a flicker of motion the blade snaked through the air slicing through whatever it conected with in half. There was no way to be a hundred percent sure where he was so she aimed to simply cleave everything in the large arc in twine. Following she sent a wave of energy across the floor hoping to knock her enemies into the air. Her foot trigering the shock wave as she tried to force prey air born. And then to polish it off she sent a burst of telekenetic force forward. Enogh strength behind it to send a car through a concrete wall. What the merc could do she didn't know. All that mattered was stoping him then and there as swiftly as possible. Bullets fired were little trouble easy enough to simply redirect with the mental abilities.

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Standing still, cloacked and silent the British hitman watched as the fight errupted around him. The Two women rushed at Edward leaving him to watch and study as much as he could hidden by his natural camoflaugue. As Edward focused in on one of the two fighters the hidden hitman watched as the scarlet skinned woman reformed her blade and rearmed herself with it. Nice trick he thought to himself. Dropping to the floor he reached into his belt pocket and pulled out a handfull of sound balls and rolled them out in all directions, misdirection is always a handy little tool when it comes down to it. Whilst he lay on the floor the crimson woman started to swing at the air with her lethal humming weapon. Laying still on the floor he watched as she grew closer . She swung her blade one last time her movements both gracefull and deadly and when the she grew close enough he struck.

Placing his gun barrells right onto his opponents feet he fired pointblank into the center of each foot with both his guns using one for each foot before rolling away to the side. As the british bulletsman rolled his speed greatly excelled beyond his control. The force both lifting and propelling him off the ground and back towards a far away wall. Smashing into the wall with brutal velocity the hitmans bones cracked and creaked as he peeled himself back of the wall. Shanking his head and taking a deep breath the Brit felt the warm run of blood rolling down his cheek. Pressing the monitor of his arm mounted computer it brought up the information that secretly he already knew two broken ribs, dislocated shoulder. The assasins bones and muscles begin to refuse the pain was manigable but for at least a few more second he was gonna have to bide his time as his body stiched itself back together. His head reassessed the fight Right telekentic armed with a blade that could cut me into tiny pieces. Need a new game plan. Reaching into his pocket the Assasin pulled out two ear plugs and placed them in his ears before pressing the remote once again. Each of the sound balls scattered around the room begain to emit a ear wrenchingly high pitch noise designed to drill into the center of the mind and bring any opponent who could hear it down to their knees.

Pointing his guns out at the target he flicked his wrist and deployed the two under barrel mounted blades. Jumping and diving towards his oppoent still cloacked in his natural camoflauge he closed in on his opponet like a deadly wind. Slicing viciously at his opponets shoulder and elbow the masked brit tried to islolate and destroy his opponents wielding arm.

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her attacks fell more or less on air not really destroying as much as she sought after. Speedsters had a nack for avoiding damage nobody else could and Edward Windsor was a testament to that. Now out of harms way he crushed Alezra's blade and attacked the crimson haired devil. A force closed in on her pining her into a static pose as telekenetic force encompassed her.  A rough pining position that gave way for the flurry of punches to come her way. She almost was able to teleport out of harms way but the shadowy figure lurking around had played a nice trick. A wave of uncoherent ear screaching sound exploded into the air. Her focus was to scattered and so his fists fell where and how they wanted.

Her arms were broken bone shattered beneath its armor in a delightfully agonizing sensation. If her target was smart and aimed that where it mattered maybe it would of been effective. Rather the demonic queen simply turned to mist her arms reasembling from the damage. A quick gesture was made to finish off her bones snaping back into place. Following her swords thrusted to drive into his chest. The blades lashing out as she arived behind the Champion of Peace. Simultaneously the floor around them exploded into spikes Ed probably would move out of the blades way. He was smart and would see the generic back stab coming, So he would move with unfathomable speed and that would give way to the trap.  With any luck the feet of the speedster would be impaled hard to run on bloodeied legs. The better scenario was in total impalement of the speedster. That was unlikely however, things never went so smoothly. That was only the first step in her attack. A snap came barely heard over the screechin spheres.

The various rocks erupted into a storm of razors knives flyting like all across the room. Alezra that strange alien in the room and ofcourse Aza herself could simply turn to mist and avoid it. The other two though were left with a wall of blades to get around the force behind it enough to rip through steel. In a cloud of fire and smoke smelling of that choking aroma of brimstone Az teleported behind the hero that tried to shatter her bones. Rapidly the demon made effort to drop the temperature around her prey slowing his motion as the air cooled to subzero temperatures. Azra uneffected by the dramatic drop in temperature. Simultaneously her right blade came down aiming to impale her enemy driving into the colar bone and out the spinal column likely if it hit. While the left blade slashed horizontally aiming to part the hero of his head. A decapitating blow

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Edwards opponent once again vanished in a puff of smoke from in front of his very eyes. The usual plan of a teleporter was to attack where the opponent was weakest , hence it was usually from the side or from behind they would reappear and attack. Having faced teleporters before and knowing his current foe would more likely be ultra offensive and not back away with her porting the prince of power hatched his plan. Covering himself head to toe in a telekentic shield invisble to the naked eye he could provide both cover and a suprise upon his attackers probable return and lunge with the silver dagger she was still weilding. Standing perfectly still he heard his opponent reappear and fained protential vunerabilty. As his opponent lunged at him the floor began to rumble the rocks and floor rising like daggers all around him. His opponent simply bounced of his shield and again vanished. Eddy however couldnt run across ground this uneven without shreeding himself to pieces or stumbling like a fool into the abyss that was opening up around him. Focusing on keeping his shield up the champion simply stood and focused as hard as he could on not being ripped to pieces by the rocks. The sharp unknown whine still filled the air and it was taking every bit of the champions concentration to not lose focus. The rocks tore up through the ground and clashed agaisnt the invisible field around the prince of power the rocks pushing the sheild and the sheild pushing back the sound of the rocks creaking and cracking under the strain could bearly be heard but edward could feel them faltering against ever fibre of his telekentic prowess.

As the rocks began to shatetr and break up the shards took flight back towards the champion like a thousand stone daggers. His opponent still out of sight clearly had other ideas and his shield could only handle some much of an assult at once. The flying stones smashed into the sheidl around edward who on impact was simply overwhelmed and is knocked back onto the razor sharp rocks that sctatered across the floor. hitting the ground hard the champion is impaled on the left shoulder a deep wound weeped down his amour. Pulling himself free from the rock with a whelp of pain the champion once again placeD a shield around himself. The champions mind started to fire itself up " i got this shes throwing everything at me , iam holding back. " The champion placed his hand on his shoulder and then looked at his foe "That all you got ? how aout you stop running away and fight like a real warrior . I thought you where supposed to be more than just an average telporter ? you seem more bothered in fleeing and hiding in the shadows than standing toe to toe with me . Whats the matter doll? afraid i have the beating of you?" As the words left the champions mouth he looked around the room and waited knowing his opponent would reeapear and restart who assult. Stabding ready once again behind his shield he senced a sudden chill hit the air. " Cold air lol, thats your master plan, i run at mach 2 lady iam used to cold air lol insulated suit you see" tapping the chest of his armour the tell tale sound of porting filled the air again and his opponent dived from the sky her daggers primed and striking out at Edward. Watching the two dagegrs approach the prince left it to the last second and then let out a thunderous burst of telekenetic energy radiating out from his body in a giant circular wave. The shear magnitude of the blast caused the debree throughout the room to take flight rocks, spend rounds and even proabbly his opponents ,everything smaller than the weight of a few tons was gonna besent flying and for along way.

"I will give you one last chance to surrunder your weapons and end this quietly. If you refuse i will be forced to knock your ass out ."

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#10  Edited By Ult_Azrael



A loud sound hammered into the air screaming in her mind. It hurt worse then alot of wounds Alezra had endured. Her larger mind fealt the ring almost more as a physical discomfort than one of simply the sences it targeted. To sedate the pain she charged a small electric burst in her ears. Her eardrums popped leaving the sound easy enough to ignore for the time being. With that she continued her assault. Her blade sliced through the air sadly missing anything vital. This unseen enemy was geting to be annoyed. The Teres Morba were a race defined by hounorable war not gorilla war fair. Two barels were placed against her feet and then they barked. Two bullets fired into the leather strapps of her feet. A thick blackish red blood splashing across the ground She turned herself to her mist like state repairing the damage and be it by her telekenetic abbilities she heard a large smash. She still couldn't spot her prey but she could make out a trickle of blood before it to was lost in the near flawless cloaking abilities. A more potent set of the sound balls was deployed the sound mind numbing to sedate the annoying pain she settled for shape shifting altering some of the marrow in her body to cover her ears working as ear plugs and giving the side of her tattooed head almost perfectly smooth appearence.

This wasn't working she needed to find a way to locate her enemy that was not based on sight. Such as the changes is the air those currents that came with swift movement. Alezra was an elemental and a unequal master of the blade she was well equiped for this challenge. An upward draft traveling downward diagnoly suggested a dive a side step and she was clear. A vertical slash was coming and so her blade snapped out to counter it if his blade met her own she could look forward to him likely being one weapon short. A vertical blow came for her elbow and she pulled her arm back to avoid the blade. Her finger coiling the thin wire and making it whip upwards in a shot she estimated to go for the cloaked figures head. Her other hand lashing out with the second blade aimed to hopefully scewer the individuals chest.

In the mist of her attack the setting began to change the floor exploding in a sea of razor like spikes. Leaping onto the slender blades she stood perfectly balanced her increasingly light frame keeping her poise without being skewered. Extensive training and experience in greater pain kept her at razor sharp focus. Of course her prey would need be on the move else he would be a pin cushion and so she tried to follow the change in air currents to spot where he was. Her blades snapping down aiming to hopefully decapitate and cleave her enemy in half if her calculation was right.  The spikes exploded in a storm of stone knives a simple movement of her finger and the blades heading for her she tried to redirect on her invisible attacker. Following this was a push of telekenisis. Aparently the brit  was also another mental powered asailent. She could use that to her advantage however. She would use that momentum and her own abilities to get the best lock on the silent assassin possible and yank herself forward. By the time he colided with a wall she believed her blades would find their way to his lungs peircing also through the rib cage as it did so. Fatal to most though not in this persons case she was pretty sure.

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#11  Edited By Ult_Windsor

As the masked hitman closed in on his opponent ,(his dive bringing him closer by the millisecond) he spotted the tell tale sign on his opponents face that she was aware of his incoming attacks. The small wind current that he had generated was enough to give away his approximate position and the glow of her blade stated her intentions clearly. Twisting through the air like a leaf on the breeze the masked brit narrowly dodged an upwards swing of the white hot blade. Hearing it sing as it whistled past his head. Within mere microseconds the second part of his opponents blade had homed in on the cloacked assasin. Unable to move quickly enough the blade pierced through the brits chest the impact sending a jolt of fire through him as the blade both cut and instantly sealed the wound that punctured through his chest. Still impaled on glowing crimson blade the Brit pulled himself towards his opponent wincing as he did so ,grabbing at his opponents wrist he clamped her hand between his own and her weapon. Looking his opponent straight in the eye he faded back into view dropping his camoflaugue. Smilling at his opponet he rotated his wrist and fired 3 rounds from his pistol pointblank aiming straight upwards towards his opponents chin knowing from his years of practise that the bullets should pass straight through into the brain. As he moved and unleashed the 3 high caliber rounds he shouted "Computer 2 second countdown" and with that the sound balls scattered around the arena lit up .

The wound in his chest stung with a pain unlike any he had felt before. However years of training and major wounds had taught him to ignore most pain but near fatal wounds would always test his limits. Gritting his teeth the masked assain knew that his healing factor would have the wound in his chest fixed in a minute tops. As much as it hurt it would be fine soon he had healed from worse and he could survive worse than this again. But would his opponents be able to out pace his own healing factor from a wound even more lethal than his own. The floor arupted with stone. Jagged rocks bursting out of the ground like huge grey and brown knifes. Still being held up by his opponents blade he was safe for now but the impending wounds his opponets could and probably wound sustain would mean he was more than likely to find himself plummiting towards the razor sharp stones beneath him shortly.

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In a small cloud of crimson spoke she weaved behind her prey. As expected the woman knew what rout to take to keep himself well deffended. Her enemy wasn't addiment on presenting an impressive deffence from the looks of things. Of course he had been seen as a individual telekenisis there was likely a deffence even if they couldn't see it. The knives she still played with headed his way her blade was refflected off the shield but atleast her prey was pinned from the number of blades to erupt from the ground. The annoying sound continued Azra retained fighting it annoyance wouldn't slouch her effort. The various spikes of earth fell empty as a extensive amount of concentration on not being shreaded fought them off.

The assault continued as it always did with the violent redhead. The rocks never lanced through flesh but they did cause one retaliating Brit to fall. A sharp spear of granite lancing through the shoulder. She was giggling softly in amusment Blair was still playing brutal but still this was far from an allout attack. And if her prey thought so then she just might find him laughable at the best. "That all you got ? how aout you stop running away and fight like a real warrior . I thought you where supposed to be more than just an average telporter ? you seem more bothered in fleeing and hiding in the shadows than standing toe to toe with me . Whats the matter doll? afraid i have the beating of you?" Taunting began to be thrown her way. Nothing that would truelly drive her mad, air began to cool what the hero failed to realize was his armor was now weakend. A hole leaking blood down the back of his arm was now exposed blood and skin. Armor may of kept him unphased for the most part but that would was exposed and vulnerable. And dispite all his idol threats Blair thought it best Ed remember he was the only one truelly hear bleeding." Cold air lol, thats your master plan, i run at mach 2 lady iam used to cold air lol insulated suit you see."

Diving her small blades came for the hero and soon enough he finally had tried to atleast make an attack against her. A sphere of telekenetic energy branching out at the last final second. The force was strong maybe even bone shattering but Blair would recover from such in a second. Rocks chairs steel anything and everything was hurled away from the Champion of Peace. Blair of which thrown upwards as the hero spoke yet again in mundane threats. "I will give you one last chance to surrunder your weapons and end this quietly. If you refuse i will be forced to knock your ass out." Laughter clear as day she gave her response swiftly manipulating air and her abilities over earth to direct all the debree thrown up back where she wanted. Huricane like force shooting every rock glass shard and so on back to the prey she confronted. With it she also hurled her knives towards him one blade aimed to strike the eye thrusting into the socket as the other went for the jugular vein. From their she focused on anywhere blood was flowing any small cut to grievous laceration. Where she would decrease the temperature to frost bite like degrees where blood would also coagulate and clot as well.

"Fine fine, will keep the sly back stabbing teleportation antics out of this." Her tonfa blades resting on her arms snapped out and slowly mutated into the chainswords she was known for. The dual armblades roaring like ravenous beasts as runes were activated and the teeth began to whir hungry for blood. Twisting earth around him as their was always more to pull from she attempted to shoot spears his way bursting from the earth to lacerate the hero. While a flap of lengthy black wings had her diving towards Edward one roaring blade aimed to stab through the chest as the other came in an arc aimed to split his head in twine. Landing she droped into a crouch spinning on her heal aiming to sever the legs before raising to her feet in a murderous upward arc.

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#13  Edited By EdwardWindsor

The prince of power watched as his opponent and preety much everything else around him flew rapidly away from him , he stood at the epicenter of the blast and knew that the force of his blast would only by him a few seconds but that was all he hoped for, Now he had a gap between him and his enemy a clear line of sight and enough time to unleash his the next stage of his plan. The champions eyes flicked closed and open again in microseconds his reopened eyes refocussed unmoving and homed on his target. Edwards voice appeared to fill the room yet his lips remianed perfectly still " I would be better aware of your environment Azrael". As his opponent laughed and launched her blades once more at the prince of power an erruption of small explosions filled the arena. The masked mans soundballs had been caught in Edwards blast and his opponent was now in an epicenter of her very own, each ball around her exploding violently. The masked man was clever each ball was differnet from the last and a collection of gases, shrapnel and projectiles sprang from each of the little expslovive charges. The attack bathing Azreal in a mix of potentially posionous gases tiny shards of glass and even bursts of bright light. Edward having heard the other brits voice stood behind his shield momenterlaly and used this time to strike surrounded by a small air tight shield he zoned in on his opponent.

The prince dashed at full speed the gases moving to slowly to show his position till after he had passed through it , his opponent would probably still be unable to see him and would likely strike out at where the wind was strongest which would be just over his shoulder in the vacumm created by his speed. So striking fast and true the champion popped up behind his opponent placing one arm over his opponets neck and the other on the back of his opponents head before using the remnents of his momentum to apply as much force as he could in a twist of his opponents neck. As his hand moved with lightning speed he also focussed his telkenetic abilties to pull one of his opponents blades and every tiny piece of sharpnel that looked to be glass towards him knowing that his opponents body was between them and would make a handy human shield as long as Edward held on to his opponent long enough she would be riddled with the incoming projectiles. Edward held on with all his might as he felt the air around him suddenly cool whispering into his nemesis ear he simply said " What do you think will happen faster i break your neck and riddle your body with shards of glass or you cool the air down enough so that even my telekentics sheild fail. By the way did i say i had artic training ,give it your best shot"

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#14  Edited By Ult_Azrael

She could tell the cloacked figure she confronted had managed to avoid her crimson blade. Alezra knew this could be trouble but nothing she was not acustom to. Her second attack found home however the blade slashing and cauturizing the would it inflicted. Seeing as her target was a healer it sealed this would was promising. For the body already labeled it as healed and as such would likely spend less time dedicated to mending the damage. Her target pulled himself closer taking hold of her wrist the cloak droping. A pistol twisted aiming upward. "Stupid human" she hissed as she vanished in a puff of smoke. The bullets passing and striking the cealing. "Computer 2 second countdown" was yelled the small orbs darting to the corners of the room. The bullets were nothing, Teres being a species that had truely masstered an art of blade combat. They put this fighting style into actual wars, now in a time when it was all guns and artilery fire. They were waging wars with swords and wining a British gunmen was no crysis to the xenos.

Reapearing before her target the crimson alien returned the smile and leapt into a backflip. Her blade was buried into his chest, the gunmen was stupid enough to even push the blade further. This made geting out of harms way was even harder for him. And when a person flips with a blade already inside them its sertain they are going to feal some nasty side effects. Even if they attempt to break free of it before it can rip them almost into two seperate halves they can still expect to suffer serious lacerations from the attack. The alien wasn't done there though. The chaos the other two had created was sending debree everywhere spining in the air in an artistic twirl the devil of the alien kind manipulated the wind. She was not thrown but she could count on the Brit being tossed into the blits of debree the alien aimed to redirect into her prey. Landing behind him  Her two blades attatched to the cords would spin as they snaked through the air. Both blades creating murderous arcs aimed to rip the man into sevral pieces.