Re: Mephisto VS Naomi [Platinum Heart Tournament]

Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:22 pm

Mephisto

Hellknight

Mephisto knew that he would now have to stop messing around, as he could easily feel the change in the girl. She wanted to hurt him now, and even in the moments that they were fighting, as his sword stuck against her foot. Mephisto now activated the power that lies within all Demons, Akuma Kyōdo, as he used this to cover his skin, which his opponent could still not see not that she needed to, in what looked to be dragon scales. This would help push the pressure of any of her next several attacks, if he had no choice but to let them hit, be displaced over a larger part of his body by the interlocking scales that now covered the outside of his skin.

The world around them must have looked like Hell or like an Angel had appeared on earth, because the sheer amount of heat, energy and light given off by the blocking of his attacks and the heat generated by both of them was awe inspiring, even as the snow and rock around them started to heat up and melt. The Hellfire was already starting to spread, mostly due to the fact that the blocking had caused it to spread outside of the normal area in which he allowed it to, as it started to spread even over the snow and began to act like a forest fire in a dead forest. Mephisto was use to this level of heat, as this was his element and he was born in Hell itself but he was not sure how well his opponent would deal with the heat that started to even make the stone under their feet start to gain near magma like intensity of heat.

As the blocking happened, Mephisto soon became very glad that he had another hand open as saw, and felt the energy, of the women starting to come in for an attack. He saw the odd color that covered her fist, and he instantly knew what it was. Chi. A way that humans have been able to fight off Hollows, Demons and other things for awhile now. He needed to get out of there and get out of there now, because this was not a place he wanted to be. He was now going to play serious, and sadly for his opponent that meant not playing fair.

Using the hand that he had available, he would simply raise it pointing his pointer finger at his opponent and using the same level of Demon Magic as before would cause a shock wave to spawn. This shock wave was not designed to hurt her, though it could have if she did not have that unique ability of hers, it was designed to send Mephisto flying out of the way of the strike. This use of Demon Magic managed to only send Mephisto a couple dozen feet in the direction away from her, before he would use the same reality bending again to teleport directly into the center of the blaze far enough away from her, only one hundred meters or so.

Due to the fact that the Hellfire itself had the same color as Mephisto and similar spiritual energy, and was all around them attempting to track him though that would be made much harder though not impossible. That combined with this new sound that seemed to appear, the sound of wolves howling and growling all around Naomi. There seemed to be hundreds of them, when in reality there was, back on Mephisto's realm of Hell, and all of them seemed to either be calling out for prey or they were letting others know that a gate has been opened. Before long, three massive dogs.... well, at this point they are beasts, came walking out of flames and they seemed to be ready to fight. These beasts were bigger then Naomi was, but they were far weaker, that much was clearly just by the spiritual pressure they put out on their own but there was three of them now all looking at Naomi for a moment before turning around and running away. They seem to have a place to go to, before the rest of that dozen came out of the rest of the blaze.

That group of nine did not waist any time as they jumped her at the same time, like a group of wolves would attack a elk. The unique thing about these beasts was the fact that they were made of the Hellfire that Mephisto had just hit Naomi with and they used it as they sprayed her with gout of Hellfire before attempting to bite, claw and scratch her. Mephisto knew that all of that would most likely not do anything, because her ability, from what he had gathered, takes her stamina or willpower and drains that in exchange for damage. It is an interesting ability, and one that he figured that she had perfected and made that way over many years, but Mephisto made a choice. He was not going to get close to her if he could help it, it was far to dangerous to do so, she could not really be countered and the sheer strength of her was higher then his, if not by much now that he was actively trying now but her abilities were still too unknown to allow himself to get close.

Wed Jul 22, 2015 8:40 pm

Artist: Caravan Palace — Song: Cotton Heads

The air screeched around the woman's fist as it soared for its target. Naomi didn't give two flying fladoodles about the solar temperatures berating her body, or the flames that were devouring her clothes and licking her light-toned skin. She was an arrow, straight and true. She was just pushing forward until her knuckles hit something she couldn't see, waiting for the crunch of bone and snap of sinew. The issue was that it never came, even at the apex of Naomi's lunge. She felt the pressure of something weak hitting her, and the force was completely battered away by her forward momentum, not even slowing her down. That was not Mephisto's intent however, as it was only due to that something that he was able to escape his doom, using the pressure to blast his body back away from her punch at high speeds. The exchange was not called there, however, as even despite that he escaped her physical reach, the excessive force of her blows could not be forgotten. The girl released a kinetic shockwave of her own from her knuckles to chase after the man as he fled, and it was closing the gap tremendously quickly. Just as it was about to smash into him he... vanished.

''Grrrrrrr...'' the woman growled low in her throat, fumes practically rising from her head. The green glow of Chi around her arm dissipated without effect, wasting the energy harmless to her enemy; she'd failed to connect the blow, so it had no effect. The woman's head turned left and right, her ears perked for any sound of where he could be, her spiritual sense reaching out in search for the man, but finding so much disturbance in the form of these demonic flames. On top of that, her ears were suddenly filled with the feral howls of a pack of animals, causing further interference with her senses. She had to deal with both of those factors, plus the fact that her legs were still on fire, and her face was still stinging from the blast she'd taken head on. Despite all of it, she stood sternly; unfettered. There was no sign of injury on her person, and she looked like she was still at one hundred percent. She did not falter when the howling came closer, or when the the ground began to grow soft and sticky as a result of the hellfire. She held her fists at her sides and spread her legs out in a combat stance, ready to smash back anything that took a swing at her.

Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed at her from the main conflagration, and Naomi once again displayed the power of her sensual capability. She did not physically touch it, but she could feel the heat rising from the direction the wolf came at her. She was able to read its position, size, and intercept it based on the intensity of the temperature on her flesh. When the familiar was within arm's length, Naomi's fist was already through its torso. The enemy was defeated in an instant, as the woman's incredible strength created a multitude of shockwaves, scattering the flames used to create the beast so far that reforming would be likely impossible, or take an exceptionally long time to complete. Defeating this foe did not bring her any satisfaction though; she'd struck out but felt nothing solid against her skin, feeling only a strange discomfort as though she'd just listed something incredibly heavy. Killing the thing only brought further irritation, and a nod of exhaustion. When the next several familiars attacked, they too were all eliminated in the same manner, in one blow, and bringing the same terrible feeling to her limbs. Fighting these things was not making her feel well. She did not want to continue fighting them. She wanted them to leave her alone, but they were still coming at her, two replacing every one that was dispatched.

Enough was enough, Naomi decided. She raised both of her arms above her head as far as they would go, clasping them together with a loud clap before intertwining her fingers with each other. She created a boulder with her hands and held it high for all to see. The wolves came charging at her, but she ignored them. ''GUUUUUUUUAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!'' she screamed, sending her hands crashing down like a meteor into the ground. The area was silent in contrast to the volume of impact, a mind-numbing CRACK that left the eardrums ringing afterwards. The instant she touched down to the ground, everything was blown away. The already weakened mountain could not contain the strength behind this attack, and it would fall. Fissures ripped through the whole frame of the mountain as though they were roots of a tree, rapidly sprouting all the way to the base. The landmark was split into dozens of smaller megaliths that began to scrape against each other as they fell apart. The scene could both be heard and seen from miles away, the sight of a mountain crumbling down. It was heartrending, in a way.

Another result of Naomi's massive attack was that it blasted several tons of snow into the air, instantly transforming the area's weather into a blizzard. The plumes went as high as the blue-gray sky, and as far as the mountain range. In order to escape the reach of snowstorm, one would need to leave the battlefield entirely. Naomi's visage disappeared into the white, with far too much sleet in the air to see her... or much of anything, really. Mephisto's and Naomi's entire field of view would be clouded by the torrent of snow, though only one of them really used their eyes in a fight. The snow had been throw high enough, and was light enough, that the arena would be in this state for the next few minutes. Like this, they would have to rely on their other senses, and Naomi was already working on that. She stood alone within the self-induced blizzard, the fire gone now as it was blasted away when she struck the ground. She also was falling down along with the mountain, but managed to keep herself upright even still. She was ignoring the calamity around her and focusing on one thing: Her ears were as rife as ever, sensitive to the sounds of the world around her.

It was the sound of light powder hitting a certain kind of surface that produced a unique sound amongst the cacophony. The snow that crashed into Mephisto would sound different than the snow that fell against stone, or more snow. Metal, flesh, fabric... His was the black sheep, and Naomi could distinguish that one subtle difference and read his location from that. ''There~...'' she whispered, breaking out of her focus. She bent her knees as though to jump and then her form vanished into the snow. Mephisto, who's eyesight would be heavily limited, and who would have a hard trouble reading her energy signature unless she was actively using Chi, should of have little to no indication that she was coming, or where she would come from. However, she ended up resurfacing on his right, her arm hooking around his front to grasp him roughly by the neck. She held nothing back, so his breath would be knocked out of him and his windpipe would likely be damaged even with his armor in the way. Her fingers would dig into the dragon scales as though they were plastic tupperware, attempting to crush his throat as she lifted him with one hand.

If he allowed himself to be caught, which was not all too unlikely, Naomi would easily chain the grapple into the same attack as before. She'd cock her other hand back, balled up in a fist and brimming with verdant energy. The neck hold would prevent him from escaping this time, and the same defense that prevented her from taking physical damage would render him unable to pry himself from her grip without ripping the front of his neck off in the process. Silently, she threw the punch, sending it straight into his gut in an attempt to finish it all.

One hundred to zero.

Wed Jul 22, 2015 10:23 pm

Mephisto

Hellknight

Mephisto had to by some time, only a moment or two but the time it would take for the women to defeat his Hellhounds would be more then enough. The three Hellhounds that vanished before, all went to where Mephisto was. He needed to go into full power, because there was no other way he could win this fight and in order to do that he needed to go into a form that he never ever wanted to go into but at this point he had no choice if he wanted to make it to the next round.

He pet his dogs as they surrounded his body, as he knew what they had to do to make him transform before he slowly closed his eyes and waited for the pain. In that moment all three of the Hellhounds would bite Mephisto, in various places on his body but only once as their essence started to form with his, unlocking his true power and potential. This process only took moments, but that is all the time he had as his opponent had used her massive strength to cause something that he could feel the earth shake under him, and he is sure that if there was any humans within hundreds of miles of this place, they would soon feel that one too.. along with many others after this.

Mephisto while he was transforming could not really defend himself, mostly because he was in too much pain at this point in time from the transformation, as the armor covered every inch of his skin and he started to feel it burrow into his bones and other parts. This was the first time that he had to use this in awhile, the last time being the thing when he took over his layer of Hell. His opponent could not see this transformation, so she would have no idea what she was about to run into as her knife hand it something she most likely did not expect.

Something that stopped her strike and did not give way. Mephisto had just unleashed his Hellknight form, something that would most likely, if the tournament didn't give him at least a week or two to heal, he would be unable to compete due to the mental and physical strain it puts on his body. She also would most likely be surprised to see that when she tried to pick his body up, it had no give and was oddly cold and metal now, and much taller so lifting was not really possible. As the other fist came in for the 'killing' shot, the small blade that he was using before had also been massively altered, coming nearly a foot and half wide, so it was a simple issue of moving his wrist up to have this shield come to his gut and block the shot, and most likely to her surprise again, another object that had no give.

As the snow started to fall around them, something that the girl most likely did not expect happened. Mephisto yelled. The roar was so loud and infused with so much force and power that it sent the already light snow flying away from them, by nearly a mile around them. This was not nearly enough force to send the girl moving even an inch, but it was enough to hopefully show that she was not messing with the same fighter. Oddly enough the Hellfire also went out at this point as well, for some very odd reason, and left standing there was something completely different then the man she started fighting. ( see picture above).

Mephisto was left standing there, his opponents hand on his throat, before his hand moved, at speeds that were unlike before reached up and grabbed her throat back. Then using the ability of his longer arms, and his newly enhanced strength pulled her away from him as before he slammed her into the ground, full force. He then rose to his feet and with the hand that had this new massive sword attempted to cause it to impale her though the chest by slamming it down into her. In this mode, Mephisto did not care how strong this women's shield was, he was going to be beat her until she was defeated. If the first strike did not break though, he would simply keep slamming the entire weight of the sword into her chest over and over again until it did. He was not even paying attention to the damage this was doing to the land, as his only focus was to make her bleed.

Fri Jul 24, 2015 11:54 pm

Artist: Majikoi S! - Song: Naoe Family

One made their choices, took their risks, and hoped for the best. It was not always easy to tell if any given decision was the right one, especially in a pressured environment and in real time. Not all information was known, but by that time it might be too late, and occasionally you had to weigh the options and decide when to go all in. Mephisto made his choice under this extreme kind of pressure, as Naomi was constantly putting him on the defense. He worried he would not be able to make it, perhaps even... feared her? He sacrificed his mobility for a moment to transform into a higher state. It was merely a moment, but that tiny interval of time was enough. He'd made his choice, allowed Naomi to grapple with him, taking a risk. the problem was, this woman was the wrong person to take that kind of risk with. The moment her hand clamped down on his neck, there was no turning back. The real danger was not in the initial strike of her grappling, nor was it really the punch that came afterward. It was actually the fact that he'd trapped himself within Naomi's grip, because this grip would be nearly inescapable, as Mephisto would soon find out.

When she caught him, she dug her nails straight into the metal, slowly, agonizingly slowly. The armor was giving way to her strength as she continued to apply pressure to it, giving herself a handhold. With her newfound leverage, she threw her initial killing blow toward his gut with all her might, only to hear the loud bang of metal as his massive sword intercepted her attack. The weapon would crash against his own armor, now steaming where her fist connected with the blade, and sporting a sizable dent in the center of it. She didn't break through, given the thickness and powerful makeup of the metal, but she would completely screw up the balance of the sword, ruining any semblance of aerodynamics it was supposed to have. It was only after Naomi had thrown that punch that she took in exactly what she was facing. Her eyes opened up to the sight of his towering armored form, staring holes into the demonic face of his helmet. Her eyes were lights in the darkness, brimming with energy. The pressure Naomi was letting out so close to him was just as daunting as his in the Hell Knight form. They clashed with each other abrasively, fighting for dominance. Even when there was no movement, they fought tooth and nail.

When Mephisto roared, Naomi screamed, matching his volume easily. She layered her voice with her Chi to amplify it, giving it a physical kick. She, a fighter with very few actual techniques, actually had a technique involving her voice. His bellow had ardor, but hers had the will to move hillsides. She would silence him with her scream, using the sonic waves to obliterate the sounds of his. She was not going to have any of his intimidation, not even for a second. It was her voice that would accomplish what he was supposed to with his own, clearing the area of snow and baring the stone underneath. The sounds stopped, however, when his hand impacted her throat, mirroring Naomi's current situation. She resorted to gritting her teeth at him and furrowing her brows aggressively at him. The problem came when he tried to lift her up, and pull her off of him. This was where the folly of his decision would hit him, as Naomi was not just difficult to move, but impossible. His attempts to make her budge an inch accomplished absolutely nothing. It was as futile as trying to move solar systems.

Simplicity: Naomi's defense. It was the power at the core of her skill set, and the one that made her the most dangerous. It was like a law of reality that only was attributed to Naomi Miyake, and it acted as a filter between her and the world around her. It stated that nothing could affect her except for raw damage. She could not be poisoned, burned, scarred, frozen, moved, stopped, electrocuted, controlled, et cetera, et cetera. Naomi's body only registered the pure energy utilized in attacks made against her. Those attacks then drained her stamina little by little, until there was none less... and that was the only way Naomi could be downed. It's why when Mephisto struck her head first with his searing blast, it caused her pain, but did not burn her. It's why when he tried to thrust her away from him, she seemed to react to it, but did not move. It's why, when he took his massive blade and tried to impale it through her torso with it, the tip would crash into her and stop dead on the dime, only able to cut as deep as her clothes. Each of his powerful attacks were affecting her, draining her total reserve of stamina, but they did not register any sort of mark or effects on her. Such things broke the law of Simplicity, the law of Indestructibility. It was a difficult ability to comprehend, and Mephisto's failure to do so might have just sealed his doom. He was stuck in the grip of a woman he could not pry himself of, unless he managed to deplete her impressive pool of stamina in the the time it took for her to break through his armor... or if he allowed her to take his neck with her as he escaped from her. Neither were very feasible options.

''Hehe, hehehe, heheheheheheheh~'' she slowly started working herself into a fit of giggles, pleased with herself as she took his blows without faltering. Her fingers pressed even harder, digging into his skin past the draconic armor, further securing her grip on him to hold him here. He had done a lot of damage to her, but it was no where near enough to finish her off even if he went full throttle at her for the next few minutes. Thoughts of victory already were solidifying within the lethargic woman's mind. ''Welcome home~...'' she whispered softly, before plowing her other hand into his chest plate. His sword had been moved out of the way, now allowing her to claw at the scales that blocked her route to his vulnerable body. She dug her nails into it, slowly but surely managing to pierce through to the other side. With him stuck here, she was free to do what she wanted, and so time didn't matter in this case. Once through, she hooked her fingers into the plates and peeled them away with her insane strength. The metal was ripped off and flung uselessly to the side, clanging unceremoniously against the rigid piles of stone that the ground was now made of after the mountain's collapse. Left in its place was a gaping hold where Mephisto's bare flesh was exposed, as apparently she'd accidentally tore through his clothing as well.

''Rest well, sweet dreams~'' she cooed, once again infusing her fist with green energy. A small sonic boom was created as she threw yet one more punch straight at the vulnerable area, to end him for good. He of course could bring his sword up again, maybe twist his body this way or that, or try and block it some other way... but how many things could he put in the way of her attacks before nothing was left? She wouldn't stop with just this one. So long as he was stuck her, she would keep throwing enhanced punch after enhanced punch after enhanced punch at the opening until he stopped fidgeting so much. She was like a monster beating at a cornered little critter without mercy at all. Every strike seemed to only get stronger and stronger as she threw them, and if he allowed any part of his actual body to get hit by them directly, the full effects of the attack would release upon him and burn his stamina, energy, and will to fight into dust. All the while she was screaming as loud as she could, the reverberations echoing infinitely through his metal armor like a feedback loop. She'd appeared so vulnerable and innocent before, so... what was this now?

Between the two, which one of them was the demon?

Sat Jul 25, 2015 2:55 am

Mephisto

Hellknight

Mephisto had transformed, and most of the damage Naomi was doing to him at this point in time was completely pointless, as even as her nails dug into his new armor it would give way for a moment before pushing back with just as much force and it would seem to grow back the parts it was getting ripped or damaged off him. In the current mode he was in he didn't even seem to notice anything else then hurting her, or the fact that he was not hurting her.

His body kept moving, even as bones cracked and bruised under her fist the armor would keep Mephisto moving, not caring about the damage and even as she ripped off the armor off his chest and other places, it mattered little to none as the armor would quickly repair itself as quickly as she could rip it off. Mephisto also apparently figured that he could take the odd green shots from her now, so he made no attempt to dodge it. That was his fatal error.

He did not realize that it would sap his energy and stamina, almost instantly as the punches kept coming in. His body was completely fine, as his body could take the hits on their own with ease and keep going due to the defenses and his natural endurance in this state. As she pounded him into the ground, he was completely defenseless as she kept beating him into the ground over and over again. All that was left of Mephisto after she was done was the armor and the sword next to him. His body looked fine, and nothing seemed wrong with him. Though even as he attempted to stand, he could not, his body was unable to move even as he attempted to will it to move.

Eventually, the armor around him would soften and start to transform into the cloak that surrounded him before. He simply laid there for a moment before saying clearly

You won

His breathing then slowed down as he passed out from the fight, he was not going to be able to move for another week, not because of the fight but because of the fact he went into his ultimate form and it didn't mean anything at all.

Sat Jul 25, 2015 3:45 am

Artist: Majikoi S! — Song: Let's Take a Nap

Naomi stood over the crippled amalgamation of jagged metal that was Mephisto, panting from excitement of letting loose a little. Would it be surprising to hear that even this was not the most fearsome Naomi could be? She had gone far, but the fact that she could still see the faces of her sisters in her mind told her she was still thinking clearly. As long as she was thinking clearly, she knew that she still had control of herself. The sleeping beast had come close to awakening, but not fully. Such a thing would be reserved for only the most dire of situations, for protecting the ones closest to her. So she'd made a limit for herself in this tournament, and this opponent had pushed her against it. She watched him, observing the living metal armor as it finally gave in after lacking any juice to power it. Like sleight of hand, it became mere cloth before her very eyes. Amongst the dozens of wild punches she threw at him, one had finally hit its mark and blown the energy straight out of him. The technique was true to its name, managing to take him down from one-hundred percent to zero as he was at his peak state.

The glow in her emerald eyes softened, and her hues grew cloudy with sleep once more. She hid those gems behind her eyelids, bringing her breathing back to a steady rhythm, calming down now that the fight was over. She brought her hand up to her face to feel it, confirming that it was back to its normal temperature after taking that one attack straight to the face. Besides the damage to her clothes, everything about her body was in top condition. Just a nice nap would be enough to replenish her stamina after such a fight as this. That's when it hit her: An overwhelming rush of happiness swelled in her chest, causing her to gasp. ''I... I can sleep~? Yahoooooooooooooooo~!'' With contentment permeating the fibers of her sleepy body, she smiled warmly at her own revelation. She was back to her air-headed self again, no longer the monster that was only moments ago beating down a heavily armored demon. Naomi, the victor of the fight, would fall to her knees, then onto her face, before curling up in a tight ball of slumber. Within seconds... she was fast asleep.

-Exit thread-

Sun Aug 02, 2015 9:34 am

[adm]I am now locking this thread since this match has been long over with. Congrats to Naomi.[/adm]