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#1Ittindi 

There can only be one! Empty Thu Nov 14, 2024 9:13 pm

Ittindi
Outfit of the day:

Ittindi and Sylvia were playing outside, the tower, the training grounds were immaculate. He had expressed his disappointment the other day at the garrison fearing the Herald. Since then, he had personally overseen cleaning of the facility, they quickly learned if they didn’t want morning cleaning routines it would be better to keep everything dust free. It still wasn’t up to Ittindi’s standards, but there was a point where you wouldn’t get much more effort out of the troops. A lesson he had to learn the hard way through his ascension through the ranks. Today Ittindi felt a nervousness akin to when he met the Herald, over something that he had done multiple times. Sparing Colonel Tōga, though this time was different, at one of their last meetings General Saturn had mentioned he wanted a Lieutenant General like an ace of a guild. Naturally, Colonel Tōga used it as an opportunity for another sparring match with the winner deciding who would be the LT.

Ittindi dressed down in one of his training outfit that only Lady Lumikki and the Young Master had seen. The men who knew Colonel Ittindi all looked shock to not see him in one of his usual suits, some even asked as if they didn’t know who he was without a suit. He couldn’t say he enjoyed the attention. At least outside with Sylvia everyone had opted to leave him alone, instead people watched from windows, roofs and other vantage points all to scared to see what it looked like when two colonels clashed.

Ittindi’s Dominator was in his harem pockets, while his Punisher laid just a foot or two away, it’d be Ittindi’s first weapon once Colonel Tōga appeared. His heart was racing and Naki had decided to stay quiet, knowing that he intended to go full out on the Colonel, if anyone could take it it’d be him. Though he had yet to see General Saturn in combat besides the Darkfang raid, Ittindi being to concerned with protecting the nullification mage he hadn’t the time to observe the growth of his compatriots. The thought of his Young Master losing control was something he had yet to push from his mind. It only made him thirst for power at a faster rate, he hadn’t been one of the ones to try and stop him. One of the harder applications of his discipline he wanted to ditch the nullification mage as soon as he heard the tower would rid him of that curse.

When Colonel Tōga appeared Ittindi would smile at his fellow Colonel, friend? Ittindi and Colonel Tōga’s relationship had started with drinking so he had always felt a kinship to the man. He’d stand up grabbing his cross gun and asking two simple questions.

”Colonel Tōga how far do you wish to be apart before we start? Do you wish to have any restrictions for this duel?”

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#2Toga 

There can only be one! Empty Fri Nov 15, 2024 10:46 am

Toga


There can only be one! T0xaDbS

The gentle rocking of the boat was pure torture for Tōga, waves of nausea washing over him as they approached the docks. His pink hair dangled limply over the vessel's edge, the salty breeze only amplifying his misery - a cruel reminder that dragon slayers and transportation mixed poorly.

"Otō-san! Get yourself together," Strigr's melodic voice cut through his suffering, sweet as honey yet tinged with exasperation.

"Oooooooi! I said s-stop c-calling me t-that!" he protested between waves of queasiness, words fracturing as he fought to maintain dignity. The deck spun beneath him, leaving him barely upright as his inner dragon raged against this floating prison.

Strigr, his divine dragon companion, stood beside him in her mortal form. Her mystical powers concealed her true nature - scales and tail traded for flowing blonde hair and delicate features that drew curious glances from the crew. They remained oblivious to the magnificent creature that walked among them.

"I don't know what else to call you, Otō-san. You're the only person I've known since I was little..." she said, her voice carrying both warmth and stubbornness. The surrounding sailors exchanged puzzled looks, struggling to reconcile how this woman - appearing no younger than Tōga - addressed him as a father figure. None knew of her true form and remarkably short time on Earthland. As Tōga's dragon slayer magic had evolved, so had she, ascending to a higher form. This transformation brought her speech and the ability to shift between forms at will. Yet despite her growth in power, she retained an endearing innocence that showed itself in moments like these.

"I k-know! Just don't call Lumi-chan mom or anything! T-that's wi---- ARGHH!" A violent wave of nausea cut off his protest. Just as he thought he couldn't endure more, the boat's motion slowed. They were finally docking, and with each passing second, strength flowed back into his limbs.

"Oh! I feel better!" Tōga exclaimed, straightening up with renewed vigor. Without waiting, he bounded off the vessel, greeting the assembled Rune Knights with perhaps excessive enthusiasm. Behind him, Strigr could only sigh at his dramatic recovery, following at a more dignified pace.

Some time later....

The trek through Vandor Tower island's lush landscape lifted his spirits further. "Oooooi! Ittindi-san!" he called out as they emerged from the dense foliage into the clearing before Vander Citadel. Knights of various ranks dotted the area, their casual poses belying the significance of the impending match. This wasn't just any duel - the victor would claim the coveted position of "Ace," second-in-command of the Rune Knights, by direct order of General Saturn himself.

Since his promotion to Colonel, advancement opportunities had been scarce, making this challenge particularly enticing. But the potential rank increase was secondary to the thrill of facing Ittindi again. There was something special about crossing blades with a friend who pushed one to absolute limits. Taking his position in what appeared to be a natural arena - though likely carefully engineered for such occasions - Tōga surveyed the audience. Strigr hung back from the crowd, her shy nature evident as she deflected admiring glances from male onlookers who had never encountered such an otherworldly beauty.

"We have enough healing mages around to fix any damage we cause, so no holding back is rule one!" he announced cheerfully, positioning himself roughly 35 meters from his opponent. "And let's start 30-40 meters apart? You decide!" His collection of blades waited eagerly at his side, ready to be called upon at a moment's notice. He couldn't help but notice Ittindi's unusual attire - a far cry from his typical formal butler's uniform. "Oh. Nice clothes! Never see you like this, hahaha!" he remarked, appreciating how his opponent's casual wear mirrored his own preferred combination of a loose red hoodie and black jogging pants.

Strigr sighed, mildly embarrassed by her surrogate father's untamed optimism.

"Good luck...." her words were soft though, wide, and one couldn't be too sure if they were meant for the dragon slayer, or his opponent across.

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#3Ittindi 

There can only be one! Empty Sun Nov 17, 2024 12:13 am

Ittindi
Colonel Tōga appeared with some women from the bushes, no doubt his girlfriend that he had spoken about in the past. She was conventionally attractive but dressed to scantily for Ittindi’s taste, that was something most women seemed to do. Colonel Tōga was in his usual outfit, one of the few that didn’t wear suits like the rest of the Rune Knights. No doubt his men of war followed similar habits, something Ittindi would never tolerate in his Ministry. She joined the crowd and Ittindi would nudge Sylvia to join in with the crowd instead of being by his side, no need to have damage to his companion. He’d walk back activating his armor as it coated his entire body until they were separated by 30 meters then he’d shout out to Colonel Tōga.

” 30 meters is more than enough for me. Good Luck Colonel, 3….2…..1”

Ittindi would open with a Kusarigama appearing from his left knee, then he’d use his punisher to slap it straight at Colonel Tōga’s chest. Its speed had been augmented from his training now faster than the bullet barrage he was firing shortly after, hoping that at least one of his shots or spell would connect. Ittindi prepared himself for the inevitable onslaught from Colonel Tōga’s all-to-familiar swords. Or perhaps today would be different after all, neither had seen the others spell the entire time they had sparred with each other. The other trick to Ittindi’s Kusarigama was it would try to impale once but with his magical prowess it would have a diagonal slice after the impale for less potency before it dissipated, something he had picked up rather recently. The 1-meter diameter magic seal appeared on the front of his Punisher’s barrel as he opened up with 3 shots.

The whole thing would be familiar to Colonel Tōga or his young master it was often his most common opening move. Like a practice chess board, Ittindi wasn’t much for variation just adaptation. His heart was racing for one of the few times in his life, like when he received his first pair of white gloves. That illusive adrenaline that so many warriors sought, Ittindi found it more than he’d care to admit, but he’d never see himself as more than a butler.

I can feel it Ittindi you plan on showing  your rebirth here don’t you. Are you sure you want the  rest of the Rune Knights to see that side of you?

A butler’s job was to serve, and he’d make sure that he’d get some real passion from the relaxed Colonel. Let all know whoever won this would not be for lack of trying, he wanted to see more than the heat of the young dragonslayers magic. The other day talking to some of his men they thought Ittindi’s apathy came from a sense of elitism. It couldn’t be further from the truth he just didn’t care for their daily lives they lived boring ones with basic dreams, he still cared about humans or order in the general sense.

WC: 509
TWC: 992

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#4Toga 

There can only be one! Empty Mon Nov 18, 2024 11:50 am

Toga


There can only be one! 3cBXatq

Strigr lingered on the edge of the crowd, her golden hair catching the light as her eyes remained fixed on the battlefield. She stood at a safe distance, knowing full well the destruction that could unfold once the match began.

Tōga stood at the center of it all, his stance deceptively relaxed. His pink hair swayed lightly in the breeze, but his focus was razor-sharp. Across from him, Ittindi—the composed butler, armed and ready—agreed to the starting range with a calm nod before beginning a steady countdown.

Three... Two...

The weight of the impending fight settled in Tōga’s chest, each number tightening his grip around the hilts of his swords. His heart drummed in sync with the countdown, his fingers flexing against the worn leather of Zangetsu and Rengoku.

One.

“Tch!” Before the final word had fully escaped Ittindi’s lips, Tōga moved. Instincts honed from countless battles propelled him to the side, his body a blur as he narrowly avoided a chain of pure mana that carved through the air where he’d stood. His sharp eyes locked onto the ethereal weapon, noting its speed and precision. Fast—and no magic circles? His thoughts raced as he analyzed the attack. Ittindi’s control over mana was both efficient and deadly, a seamless fusion of utility and speed that left little room for error.

Keeping Zangetsu raised to guard against a possible follow-up, Tōga’s gaze shifted. The butler wasn’t done. From behind the chain came a massive firearm, its barrel glowing as it charged with energy. A mana circle flickered to life, and a series of glowing projectiles erupted from the gun’s mouth, each one aimed directly at the dragon slayer. The shots were slower than the chain, but Tōga knew better than to underestimate their power. Even with the protective armor hidden beneath his hoodie, taking a direct hit from those blasts wasn’t an option. His grip on Rengoku tightened as the blade began to hum, its core heating until flames danced along its edge. In one swift motion, he swung upward, releasing a wave of fire1. The inferno surged forward, forming a blazing shield that consumed the incoming bullets in a violent burst of heat and light.

But Tōga didn’t stop. He slid to the right, using the fiery barrier as cover to reposition himself. Emerging from behind the wall of flames, he wasted no time in countering. With a practiced swing of Rengoku, he unleashed a torrent of fire—wild, consuming, and aimed with deadly precision at Ittindi2. The butler had seen this technique before, but Tōga wasn’t one to rely on the same tricks without refinement. If the flames struck, Ittindi would feel the evolution of Tōga’s power, the difference between their last battle and this one.

The attack was a feint as much as it was an assault. Tōga sheathed Rengoku mid-motion, his hands now free as he shifted gears. His path zigzagged unpredictably, closing the distance between them with each step. His movements were sharp, and erratic, designed to keep Ittindi guessing. At ten meters, he slowed, his right hand sparking to life as embers flared, growing into a swirling mass of concentrated heat3.


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#5Saturn 
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There can only be one! Empty Tue Nov 19, 2024 10:25 pm

Saturn
It wasn’t long before echo’s knuckles rapped on his door, that his head shot up from the book that he had been reading. A history book of no importance, the Demi-god mindrache looked baffled but Saturn knew immediately what this was about. He already knew that they would be fighting. Hell he had jokingly suggested it; not even ordered it he felt. The rune knights needed a definite second in command and the two were the only ones he could reasonably pick. But the problem was that both of them were without a doubt the best of the best.

Saturn’s ears stood perked even as he hurried; straining to hear the battle. He was so damn far away from the fight that it’d take him ages to get there huh. Sure he had meant it as a joke but he wasn’t expecting them to take him seriously. Echo was much faster than saturn was but the big mindrache didn’t dare suggest that he’d carry the general in front of the rune knights that hurried out of his way.

His armor adjusted slightly as he ran; his long strides carrying him quickly through the town that sat around vander tower’s citadel. It wouldn’t take him long to arrive on the scene where the two were already going at it. Some of the knights nearest him were shocked at the sudden appearance of not only saturn but the mindrache next to him. The both of them stared at the ongoing fight.

Toga was closing in on Ittindi, looking like he was going to do something devilish. Saturn had to wonder just how much both of their skills had grown since the last time they met. Saturn knew that toga and ittindi were powerful; that they stood up against darkfang back in the ‘raid’ of sorts. Echo’s head cocked to one side and he’d look to saturn after a moment.

”They haven’t even started to get serious yet I think.”

”Not even in the slightest, this is just them testing one another.”

Saturn folded his arms, watching from a distance. He didn’t want to distract the two. But the sudden appearance of the general and the protector of Vander tower’s resident Mindraches would probably turn some heads for a moment… then right back to the fight. It wasn’t every day you got to see two of the highest ranking knights; saturn would with an annoyed smile sign some letters that were directed his way as he was never one to shy away from work.

”Loser’s buying the first round right?”

He would teasingly call out to the both, giving a wave. Echo on the otherhand simply facepalmed. He looked exasperated that his partner could take something like this so lightly. The massive mindrache was only slightly shorter than his partner but had a full range of visible emotions while saturns were constantly hidden behind that strange smile.

”Hospital bill is more like it…”

”They’ll know better than to seriously hurt one another Echo relax.”

”You’re not worried that whoever wins might challenge you?”

”To be general? No. To fight? Maybe.”

Saturn shrugged and noted that there were a few regular sized mindrache in the crowd that couldn’t see over the heads of the knights. Scooping them up he’d put two on his shoulders and he’d let the third sit on his left arm like a platform. No reason for them all to miss this right?



#6Ittindi 

There can only be one! Empty Tue Nov 19, 2024 10:39 pm

Ittindi
Ittindi was surprised by Colonel Tōga dodging his first attack and the follow up, raising his sword fast enough to intercept the bullets with some kind of flame wall. Ittindi would see his movement to the right as Colonel Tōga prepared a familiar slash that came soaring straight in his direction. Ittindi’s danger sense triggered before the roaring animal fully formed.  He’d stomp on the ground as a magic seal would appear underneath him propelling him 20 meters into the air at an angle. Moving backwards around 9 meters and reaching a apex height of 18 meters. While in the air soaring over the flame animal Colonel Tōga had conjured, he’d fire one of his larger rounds. Colonel Tōga was strafing, but that didn’t matter when you fired an explosion. Expecting him to try and eat the flames from his explosion he prepared a follow-up with his cheeks puffed wide.

Don’t use too much at the start Ittindi don’t forget how you drained yourself so quickly at Darkfang’s castle.

Blowing out a ball of miasma that would dissipate around Toga, he wasn’t sure if this would hit with how fast he appeared to be. So instead of going all out he’d use one of his lighter spells, saving the best for when he inevitably closed the distance in the air.  He had seen Colonel Tōga fly before, but now Ittindi had the same trick if he wished to engage in air combat.  He imagined their battle would take many dimension, better to lead Colonel Tōga into a better position for what would come next. He considered pulling out his naginata early, but decided to see what path Colonel Tōga would take to reach him first. He could see something forming in his hand, but his danger sense hadn't reacted to it yet so he assumed there was more time.

Better to save the melee for when we’re a little more charged from death. You haven’t had much practice with that level of power yet Ittindi.

He had many thoughts on how best to fight a melee fighter like Colonel Tōga, some spells that he had yet to train. Others that were already available to him, though he had a feeling this fight would solidify his future training plans. Naki had been preaching to him lately that with every death that he was growing stronger, and unusual feature from his unique transcendence past a regular human. It seemed that Colonel Tōga had found something similar from his aura. Though he didn’t glow gold like Ittindi so their were still some differences.

Meanwhile, in the background, there were people pointing at the battle. Some taking pictures others taking bets on who was the most likely victor. The field was still quieter than what one would expect. No doubt out of curiosity if either were trash talkers, Ittindi had never talked much in combat. Leaving his actions to speak, in their arena fights Colonel Tōga seemed much the same. That was until the General appeared, he of course cracked some jokes. Which caused the tension in the air to disperse amongst the crowd. Ittindi was too focused to give it to much heed to the General's words.

WC: 534
TWC:1,526

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#7Toga 

There can only be one! Empty Wed Nov 20, 2024 10:00 am

Toga


There can only be one! GSzDr8f

Tōga narrowly avoided Ittindi’s initial attack with a combination of quick reflexes and simplicity. The chain had snapped toward him with incredible speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. His escape had been minimal but effective. He knew, however, that such fortune wouldn’t last. Ittindi’s precision and velocity weren’t something to underestimate, and the dragon slayer understood that a single misstep could render future evasion impossible. Each move the steward made revealed valuable data, and Tōga was already piecing together the dimensions, velocity, and behavior of Ittindi’s strikes. He would have to move smarter, not faster.

In response, Tōga unleashed his own counter. Rengoku burned brightly in his hand, its flames twisting into the shape of a dragon as they surged toward Ittindi. He didn’t expect the attack to land; this was a calculated move, more about keeping pressure on his opponent and learning how the butler would respond. As expected, Ittindi manifested a glowing magic circle—a curious development given the indiscernibility of circles on his earlier attack—and took to the skies with a graceful, diagonal leap, nearly 20 meters high and nine slantwise.

“Huh,” Tōga mused, his eyes narrowing. His pursuit didn’t falter. He weaved across the battlefield, one hand still glowing with luminous aura, the other gripping Zangetsu tightly. Ittindi’s ability to fight in multiple dimensions was a challenge, but Tōga was determined to adapt. The telltale hum of the Punisher pulling into position caught Tōga’s attention. The butler took aim, and moments later, an explosive round screamed toward the ground. Tōga’s erratic movement saved him from a direct hit, but the blast radius was unavoidable. Mid-leap, the shockwave clipped his foot, jarring him off course but not breaking his momentum. His armor, reinforced and durable, absorbed most of the impact, and his natural resistance to fire lessened the damage.

Using the force of his leap, Tōga propelled himself forward, closing the gap between them. His fiery-charged hand extended upward as he approached from below, aiming to land a hit even if he took another in return.

Just as he prepared to strike, Ittindi released a miasmic cloud from his mouth—a toxic smog that spilled out and began to saturate the ground. Tōga’s response was immediate. From his outstretched hand, thin beams of concentrated heat erupted, streaking through the air like ribbons of sunlight1. Each beam moved with the same incredible speed Ittindi had displayed earlier, twisting and pirouetting as they homed in on their target. These radiant streaks weren’t just projectiles—they stalked their prey, adjusting mid-flight to chase their mark. Even if they didn’t land a direct hit, their radiant energy was disorienting, a heat so intense it warped the air around it.

As Ittindi reacted, Tōga pressed his advantage. Zangetsu glowed with divine energy as he dragged the blade upward in a powerful arc. A slash of pure light erupted from its edge, racing toward where he anticipated his comrade might move2. Though it was one of the weapon’s weaker techniques, it was enhanced by the divine energy of his dragoness, adding enough force to make it a serious threat.


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#8Ittindi 

There can only be one! Empty Wed Nov 20, 2024 6:45 pm

Ittindi
Ittindi was surprised by the course taken by Colonel Tōga. Instead of eating his flame he let it clip him and dodged his miasma instead. What came next was a spell that Ittindi had been theorizing for himself, one that could curve and follow the opponent, it looked like he’d have to show off his armor true power to the Colonel sooner than he expected. It would retreat inside to that black space where his Naginata resided. As the flames continued to readjust as Ittindi dove downwards he'd shield his vitals with his body as the fire crisped the skin on his left arm. Not enough to cause any severe damage, he had expected to expend his first life in a perfect position, but there was something more precarious.
He lost his sight, the first time it had ever happened. Luckily for him he had his danger sense, though it would only pinpoint directions within 20 meters. He felt it start to tingle from Colonel Tōga’s follow up attack. He didn’t have time to cast a spell with the distance between them, instead using his Punisher to body block whatever spell was aimed at him. Its impact made the gun shudder, as Ittindi landed on the ground. A shame he didn’t get to see what move Colonel Tōga had unleashed on him. The rest of the fight wouldn’t prove to be much of a lesson on his attacks like he originally had hoped for. Colonel Tōga always seemed to be the most with his foot in the door for the Rune Knights, Ittindi wanted to prepare if he ever did decide to leave. He didn’t immediately feel where Colonel Tōga was, it’d have to be off his next moves at least until he regained his sight.

” If this is permanent blindness you’re buying me new eyes Colonel.”

Ittindi was of course joking as he spoke he slung his Punisher to his back. He’d have to melee until his vision was back. No point in trying to aim in complete darkness even if he got echoes from his danger sense. He’d put his left arm across his chest as a 1x1 meter shield appeared on his forearm. Without his armor on the grey magic seal would appear across his forearm. Assuming a shoulder width positioning, Ittindi didn’t seem worried at all as he put his fists up. There was an aura of determination, along with his golden glow that had Ittindi centered. His eyes closed Ittindi was also surprised to see all the talk about having heightened senses when losing one was a crock of horse dung. He wondered after his first death if his eyes would be repaired, he had seen it have that effect on his arms and legs thanks to his newest item.

WC:466
TWC: 1,992

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#9Toga 

There can only be one! Empty Thu Nov 21, 2024 12:40 pm

Toga


There can only be one! KO2SgJx

Tōga’s sharp eyes followed the ribbons of fire and light as they streaked through the air, weaving intricate paths like celestial comets. The sky above the sparring grounds became a stage for their chaotic dance, each burst of energy painting the heavens with fiery brilliance. Some of the beams collided prematurely, erupting into dazzling flares that momentarily illuminated the landscape, but not all were for naught. A few found their target with precision, slamming into Ittindi’s form with unrelenting force.

Tōga narrowed his gaze, his brow furrowing slightly as he observed an unexpected development. The raven-haired butler’s armor dissipated into a shadowy void just before the attacks landed, exposing his body to the full brunt of the fiery assault. Odd, Tōga thought, his mind racing to decipher the strategy. Why would Ittindi, so meticulous and composed, willingly forgo his protection? There had to be more to it—there was always more with him.

It didn’t matter for now. Tōga’s instincts kicked in, keeping him within 10 meters of his opponent’s descent. His senses stayed sharp, his nose catching the acrid stench of singed flesh that hung heavy in the air. He couldn’t help but grin.

“Hahaha! Don’t worry—it’ll fade soon-ish,” he called out, his voice carrying a playful edge as his fingers tightened around the hilt of Zangetsu.

The massive blade glimmered as he swung it in front of him, tracing an elegant cross through the air. Trails of molten energy followed the motion, tinges of brilliant light pooling along the weapon’s edges before spilling outward. Ribbons of luminous power crackled and twisted, building into something immense and volatile. Tōga’s movements were deliberate, each stroke of the blade setting the stage for his next strike. Ittindi, though momentarily disoriented by the blinding aftermath of Tōga’s Supernova dragon spell, wasted no time recovering. The butler adjusted his stance, raising his arm as a glowing magic circle materialized before him. A shimmering shield of mana flared to life, wrapping his forearm with an almost regal elegance. His response was measured, calculated, as always.

But Tōga wasn’t slowing down. The final stroke of his blade completed the luminous cross in the air, and with a sharp howl, he unleashed its power. A colossal blast of energy—sun-yellow and searing white—erupted forth, the force of it rippling through the air like a thunderclap. The attack tore through the space between them, closing the gap with terrifying speed, its heat distorting the air in its wake1.

The dragon slayer didn’t wait to see if the blast would connect. His curiosity burned as brightly as the spell itself. He wanted to see how far Ittindi’s shield, and by extension, his stamina, could stretch. The butler was a master of defense, but even the strongest walls had their limits.


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#10Ittindi 

There can only be one! Empty Sun Nov 24, 2024 6:04 pm

Ittindi
Ittindi would feel relief when he heard that the blindness wasn’t permanent. He didn’t want to lose his ability to conduct a perfect inspection, feeling dust and dirtiness wouldn’t do. He’d even have to stop wearing gloves in that case. Focused on what he’d hear as the Colonel moved in closer the sound of the battlefield dulled by his adrenaline pumping, his danger sense more reliable triggering and pinpointing the location of Colonel Tōga. There was another problem before Colonel Tōga had l launched his attack, Ittindi felt a searing pain from where he had been blasted by the flames. His spells must have had some kind of lingering effect, another effect of a lost magic. He knew that he was at a disadvantage but wasn’t that every battle for Ittindi? None would face him that were on his level he had to rely on surprise and tricks. Ittindi would try to catch the man by surprise, instead of blocking he’d turn his body a little off center from where the next attack came from. Pretending like he couldn’t exactly tell where it was from. His shield would not be used to block the oncoming blast. It was time to engage in melee why not start with another trick?

”Good”

He’d embrace the blast of light, though he forgotten about the mana drain feature of Colonel Tōga’s sword. A thing he’d remember in the future, as he was able to activate his Death’s Inferno. Everywhere within a 32-meter diameter would experience a devastating of green flames. Ittindi trusted in the barriers of his fellow Rune Knights this was not enough. His increased powers after his first knockdown, but he was still blind. Ittindi would shoot from the plumes of the explosion’s dust and smoke with his 8-foot Naginata in his hands going for a thrust at what he assumed was Colonel Tōga’s midsection.

This would begin the worst of Ittindi’s skills his close-range combat, while he had been working on using his spear, he hadn’t given it nearly as much time as it needed. Trying to focus on his gun had been his main avenue of combat, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use the basics he had acquired with his combat sense to challenge Colonel Tōga.

The thrust he expected to be blocked it’d be how Colonel Tōga handled the reach of Ittindi’s Naginata that would interest him. So far everyone he had engaged in melee combat had weapons of significant reach like his. While Colonel Tōga’s sword was larger it was a little more than half the size of Ittindi’s Naginata.

WC:433
TWC: 2,425

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#11Saturn 
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There can only be one! Empty Mon Nov 25, 2024 12:03 am

Saturn
Saturn could admit that compared to the two in front of him they were likely the more experienced combatants. Lengthy lives came with lengthy service to oneself and development. Toga with their impressive display of magical prowess, either through their item or from their magic and ittindi with their use of different weapons made saturn wonder just how far each would be pushed.

He knew that ittindi possessed a magic that he didn’t know much about and that Toga had their dragon slayer that was fire based. He recalled his time with speaking with both of them; while he was more privy to the aspirations of one he knew valuable insight of the ‘fire’ dragon slayers way of handling things from their prior interactions. Especially when saturn had still been a fledgling picking out an item from the armory back in the headquarters.

”Isn’t that a little much?”

Echo looked nervous at the display of power between the two; saturn leaned forward slightly the mindrache that he was holding chattered to one another. Looking excited; saturn could tell that while they were fighting with their earnest skills that they were still properly reaching out to one another. Trying to understand how far they could go and how far they could push.

They wanted that ace spot, he could tell. They wanted to prove themselves not only to one another, but to themselves. Saturn already knew that he could rely on the both of them and this was proving to him that regardless of whoever was picked of ace that there would be not just one person he could rely on but two. An impressive set of wings to carry the future on.

”I don’t think so. Their magics clash and it’s clear that one has had more practice with theirs than the other. I think ittindi favors his guns a little more than his… Spear? Could you really call a blade like that a spear?”

”A Naginata could be classed as either I think, though I think for you that’d be a sword.”

”Probably, but I think it’s going to come down to who can endure more than the other. ”

”And who do you think that’d be?”

”Mmm. If I had known the answer of who’d win between these two do you really think I’d of suggested a fight?”

”...So you asked them to fight because you didn’t know who would win?”

”No. I asked them to fight because it’d be a lesson to all three of us.”

On paper their equipment, their skills and their abilities would dictate largely who had an advantage. There was information he was privy to of course that wasn’t in the reports or the things that they updated; but that wouldn’t even rear it’s head. Not even that would give the answer. There were hundreds of thousands of ways this could end; he had hedged his bets on either party. Refusing to take a proper side; he cheered for both of the ones directly under him.

”So what’s the answer?”

”No reason to spoil the fun Echo. Relax.”

Saturn chuckled lightly to himself, the mindrache had decided to go get some snacks so he was left just simply standing there. Arms crossed, cheerful expression still on his face, he had yet to fight ittindi properly and he liked what he saw from them. He already knew the lengths toga would go and how fierce they could be. He thought highly of Toga and was grateful for the way that the man held themselves.

”I think after this I’m going to be the one buying them some dinner. Fights always do work up a fearsome appetite.”

”Do you even need to eat?”

”Not particularly but it’s good to keep up appearances.”

Saturn laughed, his ears flicking; the two had begun in melee combat so quickly. It’d be hard for ittindi to gain the advantage of range again now that toga was up in his business. Something that saturn himself remembered from their fight was that toga was a fierce contender up close. A constant barrage of attacks was likely forthcoming; would ittindi be able to endure it? What sort of tricks did he have up his sleeve?

”Mm.. Might need to test the two myself later…”

#12Toga 

There can only be one! Empty Mon Nov 25, 2024 11:30 am

Toga


There can only be one! KO2SgJx

Getsuga Jūjishō roared to life, its radiant energy splitting the air as it carved its devastating cross-shaped path toward Ittindi. The moment the spell connected, the battlefield was consumed by an explosion so immense it seemed to rival the sun itself. Yellow and white light coalesced in a blinding detonation, its brilliance burning away shadows and swallowing everything in its radius. Even in the daylight, the intensity of the attack turned the world stark and colorless, leaving behind only the stark contrast of light and obliteration. Fortunately, the Rune Knights present had prepared for such destruction. Their collective magic formed a sturdy barrier, containing the devastating energy before it could spill over into the gathered spectators. The air rippled with the sheer force of the blast, a tangible wave of heat and power pressing against the protective shield. Despite their efforts, the sheer magnitude of the attack left many watching in awestruck silence, their faces lit by the radiance of Tōga’s spell.

As the light finally began to fade, a thick cloud of smoke and debris obscured the aftermath. Tōga stood poised, his breathing steady but his senses sharpened, his pink hair fluttering lightly in the residual heat. He couldn’t see Ittindi through the dense haze, but he knew his attack had landed cleanly. The butler had forgone his armor earlier—there was no way he could withstand such a strike without serious repercussions. Logic told Tōga this was the end, but experience whispered otherwise.

A flicker of green caught his eye, breaking through the lingering smoke like an ember refusing to die. Then it erupted—a wave of bright green mana cascading outward, pulsing with raw intensity. Tōga’s instincts screamed at him, and he reacted immediately. With a sharp motion of his free hand, a wisp of fire ignited in the space before him, expanding rapidly into the ambiguous shape of a dragon1. The fiery construct coiled and writhed, forming a protective shield against the incoming barrage of green flames. The impact sent sparks and embers flying, the clash of energies lighting the battlefield anew.

“Tch!” Tōga gritted his teeth, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he struggled to comprehend Ittindi’s resilience. Before he could fully adjust, the butler’s counterattack came swift and unrelenting. The sharp edge of a naginata descended with precision, striking Tōga’s armor with enough force to send a jolt of pain through his body. He winced, momentarily staggered by the blow, but his grip on Zangetsu remained firm.

“How are you still standing!?” Tōga growled, his voice a mixture of disbelief and admiration. Without hesitation, he swung his blade in a sweeping arc2, the edge slicing through the air as he aimed to cleave into the butler’s form.

But Tōga wasn’t one to rely on a single strike. As his blade moved, his free hand erupted into action. Clenching his fist, he summoned a coiling inferno that burst outward in all directions. The flames expanded rapidly, forming a fiery vortex around him that lashed out with ferocity, its tendrils extending in an attempt to engulf Ittindi completely3. The speed of his magic, combined with the absence of any casting circles, gave him an edge. His spells came swiftly and without warning, a relentless barrage designed to overwhelm even the most disciplined opponent.

Yet, beneath the aggression, his mind churned. How? The question lingered, gnawing at him. How had Ittindi survived such a devastating blow? What secret lay behind his ability to endure, to counter, to keep fighting as if untouched by the sheer magnitude of the earlier attack?


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#13Ittindi 

There can only be one! Empty Wed Nov 27, 2024 3:35 pm

Ittindi
Ittindi would feel his Naginata make impact with Colonel Tōga’s armor, the sharp jolt from not piercing flesh did make Ittindi feel better about his aggression. He didn’t enjoy using his spear, not just due to his lack of proficiency compared to guns, but because spears felt more personal. Ittindi had a hard time accepting the bloodlust and aggression fostered from years of working with the Young Master. Seeing the whole thing as unnecessarily violent, with a gun it seemed more professional less personal.

As Colonel Tōga went for his own swing with Zangetsu, Naki was screaming in his head trying to amplify his bloodlust. It truly enjoyed the dichotomy of Ittindi’s closeted perhaps even stunted emotional development. He had no choice but to engage; going for a follow up slash diagonally while his danger sense warned him of the cleave coming straight into his torso. The warm blood spilling out over Zangetsu and staining both Ittindi’s clothes along with Colonel Tōga’s armor.  Ittindi could have dodged it but went for the more assured strike while he was swinging. The pain was immense, it reminded Ittindi of the time that Lady Jikan had snapped his spine. There was a point in pain where you could focus on the white-hot center of it, and Ittindi was confident either his abdomen was severed, or the strike had caused his rib cage to puncture his lung. Either way the idea of lunging or running away would be an impossibility until his next resurrection. His face would grunt in pain before his adrenaline would refocus onto the battle ahead.

After the strike Colonel Tōga would go for another spell, a fiery eruption from the center of his body. Similar to Ittindi’s own death explosion, his shield still being maintained would protect him from the blast, the shield disintegrating as Ittindi braced with his left forearm in the front. Ittindi still needed to be within 20 meter of Colonel Tōga a brutal affair for his more ranged dominant combat style.  To his surprise the spell didn’t have enough power to break through his shield, and he’d need his full body defensive spell soon. First he’d need breathing room which he couldn’t attempt just yet.

”It’s all part of the cycle.”

Ittindi would speak to Colonel Tōga while going for an upward diagonal slash, who was in disbelief about Ittindi’s constitution. In the audience there were gasps, over Ittindi’s blood that seemed to be endless as it painted the entire battleground. If Colonel Tōga looked closely he could see the blood in Ittindi’s mouth as he spoke, a clear sign of internal bleeding. Ittindi would summon his armor after his strike, he figured another strike would be to early for his next resurrection. Not to mention he hadn’t shown his final form yet.  Better to keep it climatic, though his mana reserves were already past half. He was impressed with Colonel Tōga’s near infinite supply as he whipped spell after spell. When they were closer in level Ittindi looked forward to the barrage of spells he’d be able to levy against others.

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#14Toga 

There can only be one! Empty Today at 9:26 am

Toga


There can only be one! KO2SgJx

Before his attack could fully connect, Tōga noticed a shift in Ittindi's stance—a subtle but deliberate movement that signaled the butler’s readiness to counter. The speed at which Ittindi retaliated with his naginata was astonishing, the blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. Tōga’s confidence in his earlier strike had momentarily left him vulnerable, forcing him to react on instinct. Raising his free arm to shield himself, he absorbed the brunt of the blow with his forearm, the force rattling his bones but sparing his armor from catastrophic damage. Careful to brace beneath the sharpened blade and collide with the pole-length, the dragon slayer continued onward.

His divine resilience and the hardened durability from his Extinctas blood—the celestial spark that coursed through his very being—held firm. The dragon slayer winced but kept his footing, refusing to yield even as the impact reverberated through his frame. His resolve was rewarded as Zangetsu sang through the air, the massive cleaver striking true and carving a clear slash across Ittindi’s chest.

“Part of the cycle,” Ittindi had murmured when Tōga had earlier questioned his seemingly endless stamina. The words lingered in Tōga’s mind, their cryptic nature sparking a mix of curiosity and unease. He had resolved to push himself to the limit in this fight—not just out of respect for the butler’s skill, but also because he understood the gravity of their sparring session. Medics stood ready on the sidelines, prepared to heal any grievous injuries, and yet it seemed Ittindi had no need for their intervention. Time and time again, the man rose, his movements unbroken, his resolve undiminished.

Tōga’s brow furrowed. Does this have something to do with his magic? While he had fought alongside Ittindi before, the intricacies of the butler’s abilities were still a mystery to him. He’d noted the absence of the threads Ittindi once wielded and had seen glimpses of his new techniques, but their true nature remained elusive. The battlefield beneath them was smeared with blood—evidence of their brutal exchange—but Ittindi moved as if the wounds were inconsequential. If his magic centered around healing or resurrection, then Tōga would have to press harder to uncover its limitations.

The lingering effects of Tōga’s earlier fire spell came into play now. Though Ittindi’s shield had absorbed much of the initial blast, the spell’s unique properties persisted. The residual heat warped the butler’s armor, distorting the metal with every passing moment. The radiant brilliance of the flames, a fusion of starlight white and sun-kissed red, added another layer of disorientation, an unrelenting glare designed to overwhelm his opponent’s senses.

Without hesitation, Tōga followed up. He projected another wave of searing fire—a massive, all-encompassing surge that roared across the battlefield like a tidal wave1. The ground beneath them shimmered with heat, and the air crackled as the dragon slayer funneled his energy into the spell, ensuring its reach extended toward Ittindi’s position.

But Tōga wasn’t one to rely on spells alone. The moment the flames surged forward, he moved in tandem with them, closing the distance with practiced agility. Zangetsu gleamed in the fiery light as he swung the blade upward in a diagonal arc, aiming to strike Ittindi once more2. The attack wasn’t just offensive—it was tactical. The cleaver’s imposing size and reach served as both a weapon and a shield, positioned to guard against any potential counterstrike the butler might attempt.


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