The Ultimate Organization III+.5

OOC: Thats a damn shame.

BIC: Pocketman did the Pocketman danceâ„¢

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Alyt glanced at Dyran and then at her friends. "Wait, they can't come in with me?"

 

"Maybe it's cause he looks like Tera Roth, "Xane shrugged. "At any rate, it looks like they want to be left alone."

 

"It doesn't concern them," Dyran growled. "Go in if you want, but I'm not letting them inside."

"Is that right?" Xardius asked, trotting up. "What's inside there, DD?"

Dyran's eyes narrowed. "None of your business, Turdius?"

Xardius' nostrils flared. "I'll kick your butt, pretty boy."

"Come and try, fly swatter," Dyran said, gesturing with his fingers.

"I'll swat you!" Xardius glared, grabbing his sword hilt...

OOC: I love those insults. They're wonderful. And Xardius totally ignored Xane it seems...

 

Pocketman did the Pocketman danceâ„¢

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Alyt glanced at the two of them...

 

OOC: Next epic Brotherhood battle. Part 1.

BIC: Insults aside, Xardius and Dyran took the time to stare each other down.

"You know, I wondered if someone who looked like Tera Roth could really fight like him," Xardius said after a moment. "Will I get to find out?"

"Are you growing senile?" Dyran asked, as the two began to circle one another. "Talking to yourself are you?"

Xardius sneered. "Is that the best you can do? Honestly, having one's own brother be the enemy. It must really stink."

Dyran smiled tightly. "I wouldn't be here if you'd kept him alive, but what were you doing while he was fighting? Playing with your power perhaps?"

Xardius' gaze turned murderous. "That's enough talk. Now I'm gonna cut you up."

Xardius swept his sword out at the same time as Dyran, the two smashing together, dancing back and forth like a pair of long-forgotten samurai. Attack, defend, riposte, spin, kick, etc.

They broke, both breathing heavily.

"You're a little slower, but just as skilled," Xardius grinned. "You do your brother justice..."

"Don't talk if you're out of breath!" Dyran yelled, running forward to clash once more. This time, though, Xardius managed to break through Dyran's defense.

Dyran reeled back as Xardius sliced him from right hip to left shoulder, hitting a building with a loud cry.

Xardius looked guilty. "I thought you'd block that..."

"Why do you look like that?" Dyran panted. "...Is it because you didn't really want to cut someone who looks like your old friend?"

Xardius' frown deepened as Dyran continued.

"I knew you were strong, Lionheart, I knew you were good," Dyran said as his life blood slopped onto the ground messily. "I accepted the consequences of playing with fire when I drew my sword. I knew I'd get burned."

He raised his head. "So stop looking like that! Where's your rage!?"

Xardius shook his head. "Jeez...you're so stupid..."

Dyran coughed blood. "This wound is going to kill me..."

"So shut up," Xardius said, flicking his sword onto his shoulder. "You'll only die faster if you talk."

Dyran coughed again. "It's time for me to go to the extreme...I'll embrace the other side."

His blood darkened and began covering his body.

"What the...?" Xardius mumbled, stepping back.

Dyran smiled as his blood turned pitch black and covered his entire body. "Now I'm going to cut you in half..."

 

Alyt covered her mouth in shock...

***

Pocketman did the Pocketman dance™

 

"Wonder how this one's going to go," Xane said, walking towards the battle.

***

"Enigma," Ravakov said, turning to look at his fellow Brotherhood Member. "Have you ever heard of the Evuyan System? Or the Tryptian Alliance?"

 

Pocketman did the Pocketman danceâ„¢

 

OOC: Epic Brotherhood Battle Part 2.

BIC: "What in the world is this?" Xardius asked, raising his sword. "I've never seen something like that before..."

"Of course not," Dyran said, his voice gravelly. "Me and Tera Roth both share the unique ability of both light and darkness. This is the ultimate form of our darkness."

"Never say ultimate unless you mean it," Xardius said shaking his head. "Show me what you got..."

SHUNK

Xardius lowered his head.

"What?" Dyran said. "Didn't you see that?"

Blood sprayed from Xardius' chest, where a fist-sized hole resided where his heart had been.

"Wha...?" Xardius blurted, blood dribbling from his mouth and nose.

Dyran raised a bloody fist. "You're dead, Lionheart."

"What the heck do you think you are?" Xardius finished, wiping his mouth. "You think you could just kill me...?"

Xardius raised his sword. "You think I need a heart to survive?"

Dyran's eyes widened. "What are you...?"

Xardius smiled as the wound on his chest began to close. "I'm indestructible."

Dyran barely caught the swing as Xardius lashed down. "Fast..." Dyran grunted. "You're as fast as I am..."

"Just wanted to show you," Xardius grinned. "It looks like that darkness is a protective layer. But I'll bet it's just like the Virus. Dark begets dark."

Xardius' sword edge began glowing dark. "So I can cut you like this..."

Back and forth they danced, both moving nearly three times as fast, Dyran and Xardius both spraying darkness from their swords and bodies. It was fast, it was brilliant, it was beautiful, and it was over all too soon.

Xardius and Dyran both swung as one, Dyran upwards at Xardius' waist, Xardius' swinging down at Dyran's neck...

PLUNK

Xardius' eyes bulged. "What!?"

Dyran shook his head. "No..."

Tera Roth's hands clenched harder on both men's swords.

"Now, now, you two," Tera Roth smiled. "Play nice."

***
EDIT: Enigma raised an eyebrow. "Never..."

 

Pocketman did the Pocketman danceâ„¢

 

"Not surprised to hear that," Ravakov said. "Your knowledge obviously does not extend to the more...distant systems beyond Eastern Ulfire."

 

Bellatrix froze in mid-step,the familiar sound surrounding her. Her own chains materialized in her hands as she swung around to see...

 

OOC: You're a moron.

BIC: Enigma looked at Ravakov for a few moments. "I'm not interested," he said after a moment or two. "If they ever become prevalent, I'll become interested." He smiled. "Though I'm not sure that's what anyone really wants..."

***

Marlene leaned against the building, idly twirling her chains. "So you're the goddess of the Ultimate Organization, I guess?"

Catching her chains, she pointed at Bellatrix. "Do you mind if I rearrange your face? It's annoying me..."

 

"They've alvays been prevalent," Ravakov says. "The fact that you've not heard of them or consider them a threat means they have already succeeded."

 

Enigma looked annoyed, but also considering. "Well, I never claimed to be omnipotent or omniscient. I'm simply a man who's doing the best he can..."

Enigma seemed to relax, a lazy smile on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as daggers as he looked at Ravakov. "Tell me, Ravakov, who are they and what do they want? And perhaps most importantly, what do you want, bringing them up like this so suddenly?"

 

"Here goes nothing," Ravakov said. "I vas sent by their government to take care of certain problems vithin this system, that may branch out over to them. So, I infiltrated the Brotherhood and decided to tear the politics of the systems inside out. The conflict had already started to grow by the time I vas in the picture. All I had to do vas make sure that all of the sides in this war destroyed each other and arrest any survivors. I came close, but now the government feels that the mission is compromised due to the Ultimate Organization."

 

Enigma was silent for a moment, frowning.

"What are you going to do about it then?" Enigma asked finally. "Why are you even telling me? I was one of the ones who was supposed to be...eliminated in the war, right?"

 

"All of you are supposed to die," Ravavkov stated. "Or be arrested. Preferably the former, as it's easier. And I'm telling you this, because I sill intend to complete my mission to some extent and I thought it vould be fair to warn you, seeing as you don't strike me as much of a maniac as the others."

 

Ecko jumped into a ship and followed Pharell...

 

Enigma stared at Ravakov. "I thank you."

His smile broadened slightly. "Until my time comes then, I'll ask that you simply resume to your next post on the 4th floor."

Enigma bowed slightly to Ravakov, and opened another portal. He paused.

"Try not to die, Ravakov," Enigma smiled. "I like you a little bit, so it would make me a little sad..."

Enigma bowed again, and stepped through the portal.

OOC: Gotta go for the evening. Tomorrow, we start the castle gauntlet...