Post by Monet Vargo on Oct 15, 2018 20:53:07 GMT -8
October 15, 2018
Monet VargoToday at 5:25 PM
---Fight Between Abigail and Monet, Death Match, Intro & 3 Para, Judges are Laelia, Sinead, Ronnie---
Abigail HazskyToday at 5:27 PM
(Just a note I am on my phone and will be writing in google documents. So when I leave the chat to type it will appear as if I have left I have not. Also because of my phone. I will be slow )
Monet VargoToday at 5:28 PM
nods)
Abigail HazskyToday at 6:06 PM
Her entrance would be simple. She had received Monet's invitation to the arena. Walking in, she placed herself in the middle Of the arena floor, she was dressed in her own personal battle robes, as this was a personal errand rather than a duty to the house of light, But the light was part of the very being she was. Since becoming a demi-goddess. The robes were made of fine golden spider silk threads, woven together and padded to add extra layers of protection. Small mithril plates are hidden behind. Protecting her chest stomach and groin, resembling brigandine armor. She turned to look at Monet. “ I am sorry Monet, but I can not take the words of your brother lightly. My children are my life and we fought Camien long ago to protect them. And I will again. Win or lose I will hurt Mordred through you. Just as he plans to hurt me through my children. I have never fallen to such tactics before I always found them crude and uncivilized ...but… how does the saying go? When in Rome. Do as the Romans do. I will speak, the only language you both seem to understand. Violence.” She had no more words to say and with that, she began to prepare her first attack of the evening.
Monet VargoToday at 6:14 PM
watches Abigail move to the arena's center and rises to stand, moving before her at proper melee distance. Monet was wearing her Darkling armor, with her Darkling blade sheathed at her side. Along her belt were satchels loosely tied to access quicker. No mask was worn tonight; all of Tyran would see Monet face the demi-goddess clearly. "You have taken action against me, for words my brother said to you. I will not be seen as the weak link of this family for you all to exploit. I also waited for you to heal, so I cannot be accused of taking down a weakened foe. So Lady Abigail, I hope you are at peace with your decision to threaten and attack my family, though you claim we are the violent ones. Today, before the eyes of Tyran, I will prove I am not going to stand by and allow my family harmed without consequence. This is for my twin, my siblings, and my mother... who you wronged so long ago." ~I love you~ was the last thing she said to Mordred, before Monet was seen with a trickle of black ichor dripping from her mouth as she severed the bond to her twin, accepting the damage it caused her internally before the fight started. She drew her Darkling blade and positioned herself, waiting for Abi to make the first move, activating the enhancing capability her armor possessed. (Intro)
Abigail HazskyToday at 6:41 PM
Taking in Monet's armor and the short distance between them she backed up 10 feet or so. Her face twisted with regret as Monet spoke of the actions against her mother. Monet was right she had wronged them. Allowing herself to be influenced by others opinions, by others threats. Out of all the memories Abigail had, that was her biggest regret and one that still haunted her. But today was not about the past. It was about the present.
Still facing monet her lips parted. Speaking the light language, the original language of the heavens, the holy tones, usually known to those who work with the light. The warmth of those words could wrap around you like a soft blanket, becoming comforting and creating a calm, like all was well within you. To Monet, they possibly might sound deafening, like her eardrums might burst beneath the pressure of the high frequency. The Holy language became a song. Abigail's vocal cords began to generate melodies. Singing the heavenly chants, waxing and waning in intensity, manipulating the sound of light, beseeching the heavens for help until 6 celestial humanoid figures would appear 3 on each side of Abigail in half circle facing Monet. Together they would harmonize their voices, each a different tone. Crescendoing, the sound waves getting higher and the intensity becoming increasingly more violent. Abigail's own body quivering as she and the celestials try to move past the resonating frequency of Monet's armor then into her body. The attack hoping to crystalize her blood then break her from the inside out.
Monet VargoToday at 6:52 PM
watched Abi move back from her, out of melee range and then she began to chant. Immediately Monet knew some sort of spell was coming, so with her blade in her right hand, her left hand reached into one of the satchels, pulling out a tiny skull. 'Thanks Joshua...' she whispered, thankful now for what he'd given her. By the time she had pulled it out and focused her energy on it, she was surrounded by heavenly beings screeching at her (to her at least.) The armor was making it worse, so she filled the armor on the inside with a layer of water to absorb the sound waves. This would make her slower to move though, and her left ear began to bleed as her eardrum burst. Then the skull was throw in Abi's direction, where Monet set it off in front of her as Joshua instructed. If it was inhaled (and since Abi was singing, it was her hope inhaling it would be easier) it would cause Abi to gain a 'slow' effect. Monet hoped this would affect her singing's effectiveness by altering the tone. Then Monet pushed forward one heavy step at a time, tapping into her armor as her Darkling blade began to drip what looked like black water. Whether she got back in melee range or not, Monet would take a wide swing at the half circle of beings, aiming to both slice them and sling the black shadowy water at all of them. (Post 1)
Abigail HazskyToday at 7:40 PM
As the small skull burst into powder. The chanting by Abigail was slowed. It changed the frequency of her song and thus the power of the high vibrations was altered. Her celestial beings still sang, however, they were matching Abigail's tones and the song became deeper and more baritone weakening the song and them. They were not made for the lower frequencies. And the water would filter what they could do from this point on because Abigail would be unaware of the added layer of water protection. When the slice came with a splash of black water she moved back again only to avoid the swing, trusting the armor to do what it was made to do protect her and she let her celestials beings taken the brunt of the damage. Killing them. Noting Monet's slow movements she took advantage of this.
Abigail's hands pressed together praying, the words were a whispered devotion. She closed her eyes concentrating and bowing her head. She gave thanks and praise to the heavenly guardians. She could feel the warmth of her devotion fill her body and radiate out of her, creating a communion with the light. Slowly it crept out of every pore, her body becoming luminous and dazzling, forming a resplendent tight sphere around her. Her prayers became praise, as her hand stretch to the sky Her words louder deeper and now slower, but still just as vehement. The sphere becoming hardened and glass-like. With the final amen, her arms fell to the sides of her, outstretched and her palms pressed against the sphere of light. She pushed with force and the sphere broke, sending thousands of tiny light shards out in every direction. Projectile and razor sharp. Taking advantage of Monet's close distance. The holy shrapnel would attempt to weaken Monet armor pushing through it and embed into her flesh hoping to cause fatal bleeding damage. ( paragraph 2)(edited)
Monet VargoToday at 7:54 PM
knew Joshua's tool had worked when Abi's voice and movement slowed. A bit of relief came over her though a ringing stayed in her ears, and intense pain of the injuries she had taken now was noticed. Her attack only managed to rid Abi of her heavenly minions unfortunately, the black water revealing itself on the dying creatures to have been an acid formed through her darkness tainting the water to a high point of toxicity. As the woman started to glow with light, brighter and brighter, Monet staggered back and the layer of water under her armor drained out through her armor's seams to form up around her blade. She could now move regularly again, but was still at a close enough distance that the shards of light that burst out at her sliced deeply into her face and got under the neck area of the armor to her left shoulder. The armor however deflected the majority of it instead of being pierced. Since Abi wanted to keep herself at a distance, Monet with her right arm lifted her Darkling sword and with the acid water having come to a point at the end, she shot the water out at the demi-goddess like a heavy spear, hoping either to pierce through her armor, or if it simply splattered, the acid would help eat away at anything else it came in contact with. Monet's left side had become almost useless now. As her blood dripped down onto the floor around her, a sphere of darkness began to rise like steam all around her to dampen the effects of the woman's light magic against her. (Post 2)
Abigail HazskyToday at 9:21 PM
Abigail movements were still slowed and so the spear of dark water would hit her. Dissolving the silk to show her plated mithril underneath and it too eventually dissolved away. With high toxicity of the acid and the force of the water spear, forced Abigail's skin eventually became exposed. She screamed as the acid began to eat away at the inside of her. Soon blood mixing with the acid, it dripped down her body burning as it went. Taking note of all the water and liquids Monet was using. She gathered up what strength she had and using the time she had left. She began to break through the pain. concentrating even harder, sweat beaded against her brow, channeling through excruciating, debilitating pain. into her power. She would not see children die because of her failure.
“Goddess, sister, friend! Sinead! I plead to you, hear me! Light I plead to you! Do not fail your most faithful servant! Fill me with your glory help me to defeat this foe! Help me save my children. Speak to me! Let me be your weapon, your voice. Shape me mold me. Through holy power let me be transformed!”(c)
Abigail's glowing started with her hands, moved up her arms, to her shoulders. From her shoulders, the light would simultaneously go up to her neck then to her head and down through her body until it reached her feet. Radiant and sparkling, the light moved around her like sharp shards of glass jabbing at the air around her. She had taken her true demigoddess form
Using this form, for her attacks rather than use it to heal. Her normal body would still feel and suffer from the ongoing effects of the acid.
Stomping her right foot on the ground with monstrous force. Crackling could be heard and light would begin to move through the floor of the arena, Like lightning, glowing with sharp jagged edges. Starting from her position in the arena until it reached the edges. Blending, integrating flowing until it covered the arena floor. At the same time, she would spread her arms with as much force as she could given her slowed movements, and the light surrounding her body would produce a light wave emission. Particle by particle, atom by atom, molecule by molecule she would fill the arena air with light until the entire arena was glowing like a second sun and with the same heat. There was no forgiveness in this light. Abigail for the first time in her life wanted to hear screaming. This attack would try to heat the water And liquid Monet was using and could possibly feel hot, fiery and burning. Attempting to boil, crucify and torment Monet. Trying to make the very air she breathed strained and scorch her lungs. (E)
Final post )
Monet VargoToday at 9:43 PM
was successful in her attack, and it drove the woman to take on her demi-goddess form. If it wasn't for the force field of shadow surrounding her, Monet may have withered away in the brilliant light then and there as each moment it intensified. Monet was no demi-god, and this woman had been lost to her rage. Reasoning with her at this point would be pointless. Monet's hair slowly began to bleed from brown to purple, lifting her good arm to shield her eyes. Unlike Mordred, Monet was not hurt nearly as much by light magic as he was. Mordred was a demon, Monet was an elemental. But they were also both a Vargo; and a child of both light and dark. "I can't believe you're forcing me to do this..." she managed to say out loud as she trembled from the pain, barely keeping on her feet. The darkness around her shattered and Monet suddenly looked very much like her mother Rayelina as the light began to flow into her, the darkness expelling out from her as she did. "I'm not just Camien's child," she said through grit teeth, and Abi got her scream. (c)
Monet screamed as she allowed all the pain she was feeling into a focal point of power. Using the power of the light against Abi wouldn't work, no... Monet used it to heighten her power to a maximum level instead. Her very skin did begin to peel away though, and each breath was labored. She sheathed her sword then and reached over, grabbing her limp left arm and shoving it against her armor. The blood spread across it and her arm went limp again. The armor began to shine as it now enhanced the mix of light and blood magic, turning to glowing runes on her black metal. Glowing eyes looked with hatred at Abigail then and with all her remaining power she focused on turning the very life in Abi against her. Life, blood, and water were combined in a single purpose... to attempt to make Abi's blood rush and boil in her body to such an extent that she wanted it to flow from every opening of Abi's body. Absorbing the light Abi was putting out in such strong waves took its toll on Monet though, and she soon fell to her knees, holding onto whatever strength she could to finish this battle before she'd succumb to all the damage the demi-goddess inflicted on her. (Final)
