Rise - State of Mine
Moonie's prodigious jaws crushed the finger that entered into it, his entire body being lifted unceremoniously up into the air. Can't stop. Must fight. Can't stop. Must fight. Can't stop. Can't stop.
To struggle. To roar. To steel one's self. To loosen when it was required. And more than anything else..To LIVE!
The beast in front of Hayden was could not rip his eyes away from the man. He looked straight into his eyes as he was beaten and bruised, making him watch as the skin of Hayden's finger coated the Iramasha's teeth… mixing into his own black blood. Streams of black covered the base of his chin. He was a fighter who would not yield. Who could
not yield. To flee from this, to surrender to it… That would be the same as death. Even a beast like the one before the Iron Core of Vastime understood this most fundamental principle of honor. For if he were attacked, then there were truly only two options: even a wounded beast knew this. It was a code deeply ingrained within his body, and those whose minds were akin to his.If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.
Anything else would be a disgrace. Anything else would be a disservice. Moonie would fail himself, and he would fail the reputation of the man who was using all the force he could muster to force his soul to blaze."VRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!!"
Moonie's voice tore through the air, his head jerking and shaking furiously. He could not get out of the man's grip; the durability of his body prevented him from being able to rip enough chunks off to even escape. !!!!!!!!
Stars shot through Moonie's vision as Hayden's fingers dug
into his skull….
Moonie realized there was only one thing he could do. Only one thing that could keep that blast from being wasted as his head was jerked to the side…GET OFF OF ME!!
It was more of an emotion than conscious thought.
But he had to do it. Crunch.
The taste of flesh was filling his mouth again. He hated that taste. Rocks, trees. Sea water… the sand of the desert. The stones which constructed cities; glass and mortar. But human flesh… That crossed a line. …!
Moonie could not believe what he was seeing. The man was letting him have his fingers. That was… Not good. Not good. Not-
Moonie's entire jaw jerked
back as he was struck squarely in the chin, his entire body rocketing back as the raw force carried him in that direction, his body parallel to the ground.
Hayden was above him, his body about to mount him. Moonie's head was screaming, the blast that had been held in his mouth releasing, having left another massive burn mark in the side of the building they were fighting in, but missing Hayden.
And in that moment, where Moonie's body had been freed from him… He would see directly into the Moon Iramasha's eyes. Were they shocked? Were they afraid? Did he know what was about to happen…?Clench.
Moonie's arms slammed onto the sides of Hayden's shoulders, or tried their best to. He could feel a pulling force as the Moon Iramasha performed the only kind of counter he could possibly imagine in such a situation. The counter that would allow for him to flow into his opponent, his eyes looking directly at Hayden. The first titantic blow landed firmly on the Moon Iramasha's chest, knocking his head into the ground…
And then the most peculiar sensation grew around Hayden's head.
A deep purple filled his vision, the man he had just battered into the ground, with his blood-soaked mouth and brutalized chin, meeting his eyes directly once again. A gigantic purple bruise blossomed around the Moon Iramasha's chest, further diversifying the colors on the top of his body.
Moonie's head was… rising
. His body light as a feather in that moment of impact, forcing him back up into Hayden's personal space, the grip on the man's shoulders drawing him closer to him. Blow after blow rained on the top of Moonie's shoulders, trying and trying to beat him back. But if he gained that grip on the man's shoulders, he would not
give up. How many fingers had the man lost now? How focused was he on Moonie's destruction? How would he take the challenge of Moonie's hands going for his shoulders? It would make certain that he was going to have to take the blows that he was delivering, even if it made reaching certain spots much more awkward.
And then there was the challenge itself.
That head, moving up toward him. Despite the position they were in.
In spite of Desmond Hayden.
And his will.
Another wave of raw power shook the ground beneath them, a surge of spiritual energy growing far beyond what Moonie had shown before. His grip growing more and more intense on the man's shoulders… and his head drawing closer, and closer. Crush.
The ground beneath them cracked
, Moonie's strength coming to bear in his Strike. He did not call its name; he simply had to bring it forth, letting the second limiter on his abilities burn away with the fires around his body burned as they grew multitudes more intense.Doomsday - Architects
The Moon Iramasha's foot crushed the ground beneath him, forcing his body up along with Hayden's, delivering the Moon Iramasha's signature headbutt into the man. The Gravity chain that was uniting their skulls would finally cause them to come crashing into one another, Moonie's mouth wide as he roared with total and utter abandon.
His head smashed into Hayden's, but it was not going to send him flying. If he were hit, the force of Gravity would keep him held right there, forehead planted against the Moon Iramasha's. Beads of blood shot from Moonie's legs from the amount of strength he was using, trying to physically lift
the man with his forehead. If he were successful, Hayden's entire body would be lifted vertically… and then he would be departed from the Moon Iramasha's skull.
If Moonie were able to hold him for that long, only then
would the legendary waves of force of the Moon Destroyer come into play. If things went as intended, Moonie would be up on at least one leg, watching as his opponent's body was dragged down
with the full force of the Moon Iramasha's most devastating physical attack.
The waves and waves of force delivered by that headbutt dragged most down harder and harder as the dramatically increased gravity took its toll, accelerating their bodies far more than normal. Ordinarily, those struck by the Moon Destroyer were plummeted into the earth, creating terrific craters within its crust,
Hayden would have no such luck, were he struck with the entirety of the attack.
This place that Ulv had created would cause the force to have nothing to cushion it, most likely shattering bones and rending flesh. It was possible the upper half of his body would be turned into some kind of paste; though Moonie doubted he would deal that much damage. In either case, the Moon Iramasha's body shook, crossing his arms around him as he assumed a dramatically more defensive stance than before.
His eyes were wide, staring at the man. His arms and legs were screaming at him, even having used the strength of his Strike. He had given a lot to make that attack work; Hayden would likely be hard-pressed to avoid the entirety of it. Even if Moonie's skull only made momentary contact, that would in all likelihood be enough to send his opponent flying, especially from how durable the ground was.
Blood and bruises covered the top of the Iramasha's body. The bottom of his jaw was oozing onto his crossed arms, beads of black fluid covering his torso from his upper shoulders and ears. "….Voi…"