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Post by King Atlas on Dec 30, 2015 0:42:35 GMT
 The distance gained. Before long the Counter Guardian was gone from sight entirely. He'd lost him. Motherfucker. He'd lost the Counter Guardian. And now he was probably going to go hide somewhere and now Atlas wouldn't hear anything of him for weeks or even months or even never again. All that effort for nothing, and on top of that, he'd even lost his favorite suit. Today was just a miserable day. He had nothing to enjoy himself with and his sworn enemy had escape through his grasp. What was worse he was probably going to whine to Chaldea too, say Atlas tried to brutally murder him or some other bullshit like that. Atlas felt low and humbled. At least until he heard the Counter Guardian screaming for help. Ah, that gave him a chance. Fortune had not abandoned him yet and hope still remained. Atlas took a moment to trace the sound to an exact location and perhaps even down to the exact spot. He needed to take the Counter Guardian by surprise if he was going to inflict his righteous vengeance against the condemned. A second or so later, he had it, the Counter Guardian's mana signal of sorts. He spoke the simple word needed for him to close the distance. Χώρος In an instant, Atlas had appeared right behind the Counter Guardian and soundlessly reached out to try and wrap his arms around EMIYA's waist. The sight of a man with ruined clothes hugging another man around the waist from behind would definitely look odd, but Atlas never even considered it. Rather, if he had his grip, he was going to put his back and legs into it, and flip the Counter Guardian over him in a mighty suplex that would make even the proudest wrestler shed a single tear of joy.
tags: emiya , @open notes: but nobody came </3 |
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Post by emiya on Jan 5, 2016 23:28:26 GMT
I knew something was going to happen. The man I was fleeing from was stronger, faster, and more skilled in magic than me. I knew I couldn't have successfully escaped. The singular question was "When?" When would he make his move, when would I experience the pointless retribution he all but certainly wished to exact on me? My skills were honed to a degree that would astound most, to a point that I all but have a sixth and seventh sense when it came to combat. But when all I could detect was a threat...there was little way to react to someone appearing in the air right behind me, except for less than a second.
However, the rustling in the air, that's what gave it away. As he reaches out to grab me, I dive forward, rolling forward on the ground. Bad luck strikes then: he catches on my red shroud, and I'm forced to let him take it, releasing it from my armor. Unfortunately, that delay reduces my momentum, and the space I have between him and me was reduced, to a point where a followup attack from Atlas could land without me being able to appropriately defend myself. I'm aware this could be the end. I accept it, with the cold relief that at the very least, Chaldea would hopefully react enough to realize that it should stop him before lethal action occurs.
I sigh, just a bit. If I didn't try to hang on to that little bit of pride that made me want to follow that rule myself, I might not have to worry about it. It's not the strangest thing, though...I was an idiot to the core, after all.
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Post by ROBIN on Jan 24, 2016 17:16:15 GMT
The fight had been raging through the servant's living quarters for what had to be almost five minutes now, and it had drawn no small amount of attention. People were looking out through the peepholes of their doors, apparently too scared to go outside and enter the maelstrom that was the fight between these two. It seemed that even the most battle-hungry servants weren't that interested in getting in between these two. Who could really blame them? The fact that no berserkers had gotten between the two yet was all that managed to keep the building standing up at all. Nonetheless, the more attention they drew to themselves, the more chance there was that some battle-mad lunatic was going to join in and then all hell would break loose. It was ridiculous that they weren't able to control themselves, and if they didn't stop soon it was inevitable that the upper brass would get called in soon, and that would wind up with them wasting a command seal. To ensure that they didn't wind up wasting a command seal on ending this, someone was going to have to force them to step down. Someone who wielded enough power that even the great king Atlas wouldn't dare defy him for fear of losing his own life in the process. Someone who rivaled even the great demigod Hercules in terms of abilities.... ... Sadly, such a person did not exist, and the only one who was mad enough to attempt to shut this down was a simple green-clad archer who had seen this fight play out before. ----- As the two continued their fight, an arrow would appear out of nowhere, aiming squarely for the flat of Atlas' back. Timed for when he was focused on attempting to grapple the counter-guardian, thus reducing the chance that he was going to be looking out for anything else joining the fray, it would be especially hard to dodge. Only one with true precognition about the future would have any real chance of managing to know it was there with sufficient time to dodge.
Whether or not the arrow should land, a space down the corridor from the two fighting men would suddenly flash with activity, as an archer clad in green appeared out of thin air. It might have looked like teleportation had the white-haired man not seen this technique used time and again over the years.
"Atlas!" an annoyed but nonetheless confident voice came from the same direction as the arrow had, along with the noise of a stretching bow string. "Leave the idiot alone and settle down. Both of you have annoyed Chaldea, and caused who knows how much property damage already, we don't need to extend this fight any further. That arrow was a warning shot, but if I fire this bow again then you won't survive a second hit. Do you understand?"
That was, of course, a lie - though not entirely. See, the arrow in question was a marker shot from his noble phantasm, Ivanhoe. Should he call the shot, it would hoam to the location of the arrow, and (assuming the blow had landed) would detonate in the center of his chest. Given the location of the arrow, it would have obliterated not just his spiritual core, but his heart, lungs, kidney and a good amount of his intestines. It was not a blow that even one such as he could survive.
Still, the presence of the man might have just inflamed an already pressing surge of anger. EMIYA was not the only man that had seen this green gentleman before - He had been there, in the burning ruins of Atlantis, on the day that Atlantis was sunk. He was one of the ones who had killed Atlas in the first place, and so he knew exactly how much damage this bow was capable of. What he would do with that information was entirely up to him.
"What will it be, Atlas? Settle down, or get put down?"
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Post by King Atlas on Jan 24, 2016 20:48:30 GMT
He ducked. Fair enough, it really didn't matter now. Atlas's arm reached out to grab the hem of the Counter Guardian's cloak. Now he had a firm grip. He got his leg ready. He found it a bit childish as to what he was about to do, but it would get the job done. He was going to literally boot this man in the ass. He probably deserved it too, especially considering he'd committed awful crimes. He figured that genocide and murder were pretty terrible. But alas, just when he would finally have his vengeance, or at least as much as he could get with Chaldea, someone just had to interrupt and take it away. When dealing with a Servant, a hero of the past capable of incredible feats, there are dozens if not hundreds of truly awful ways to approach the situation. Trying to use something mana focused on a Caster was probably one of them. If he was still just a Saber he couldn't do this. If he was a Saber & a Lancer he couldn't do this. But as caster, he could. He didn't need the ability to see into the future, the sudden surge of mana was enough to tip him off. So, with a firm grip on the cloak, Atlas just... stepped aside, using his agility to do so. But he kept the Counter Guardian, and if the man didn't have a way to get out, then he'd be getting an arrow square in his ass. That worked too, Atlas figured. Looking at the newcomer. Atlas had a fairly bored expression, letting the Counter Guardian go. If the arrow was going to hit, it would have by now. And hopefully it'd keep the Counter Guardian down for a little bit. "A weapon, that's attempted murder. If you know this, then you were trying to kill me, right?" There wasn't even a breath of a pause before Atlas had already closed the distance, sword and trident appearing in his hand, water swirling around him and crashing towards ROBIN. "So you shouldn't have any complaints no matter what I do to you, right?!" Mana surged through his weapons, sigils and runes began to appear around Atlas, squarely aimed at ROBIN. απεριόριστη δύναμη!And the gates of hell had been opened.
tags: emiya , ROBIN notes: emiyaxrobin |
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Post by emiya on Jan 24, 2016 21:15:35 GMT
I feel the pressure of Atlas' hold for a split-second as I finish detaching my cloak. Losing my Holy Shroud would be an annoyance, but far better than whatever fate Atlas intended for him. While normally, even a delay as momentary as that would be enough to end things in a true fight between Servants, this seemed less that than Atlas toying with him. It's only as I slip out and begin to continue my escape that I hear a familiar voice.
"Tch. So that idiot was summoned..." I mutter under of my breath, more as a way to relax after nearly facing deaths door than anything else. The arrow whizzed behind him harmlessly...a very good thing as if that had connected to him, not only would that have hurt quite a bit, he'd be at the mercy of a certain Counter Guardian's loose temper. While in some circumstances he would have helped his savior out, right now he simply needed to put enough distance between him and Atlas that it wasn't necessary to have it. Maybe when I was in a safe position, I'd draw out my own bow...dammit, this situation and the limitations Chaldea put in place were too unworkable. Atlas could rampage however he wanted, but he couldn't do anything in response because the only things that would tickle the Atlantean counted as lethal force.
Well, he hoped Robin had fun with that.
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Post by ROBIN on Jan 24, 2016 21:41:16 GMT
Well, that had the opposite effect than intended. Rather than realize that the attack had been out of a desire to protect the man Atlas was attacking, it seemed that he had taken it as a personal affront and was already threatening to attack him in his friend's stead. Great, because that was just what this situation needed, a three-way scenario. Still, it wasn't as if Atlas didn't deserve everything that was coming to him, and if this was where the situation was leading, he was going to need to take it seriously. Before Atlas was even done talking, ROBIN had prepared to race away from him, and when the larger man made his move, ROBIN sprung into action as well. Atlas closed the distance between the two of them... or, rather, closed the distance between where he was and where ROBIN had been standing until just a second before. Did he really think that he would waste his time talking in a proper fight? He wasn't Errol Flynn, for crying out loud. ----
Atlas might have been stronger, and he had a weapon better suited for man-to-man combat, but right now he was on the back-foot. ROBIN'd already seen his trident and spells, so he knew how to get around them. He didn't even bother blocking, instead springing diagonally backwards and letting the torrent shoot past him and through a wall. If that cry of pain was anything to go by, the torrent had hit someone through that wall, but if they were in a shape to scream like that they were probably fine... probably... Still, ROBIN knew that he could only keep dodging for so long. They were in a bunker, a particularly wide bunker mind you, so space was constrained by its very nature. Yet, he didn't need to keep running forever, he only needed to buy time. Atlas, in his blind rage, would almost certainly keep his attention focused on ROBIN instead of focusing on his first target, so every second that they fought was a second bought for that damned incantation to take place. Finally, after what had to be thirty paces, ROBIN's hand shot upwards and grabbed the hood of his cloak, throwing it up over his head and disappearing as suddenly as he'd appeared. This was the difference between the pair of them - Atlas was strong, but he was a king, not a hunter. He had never had to struggle for his food, never had to attempt to outpace an animal, so he would lose absolutely when it came to stealth and tracking. As long as he was undetectable, Atlas' position was untenable. He had just spent precious seconds creating space against one of history's greatest bowmen, and now he couldn't even find the prey that he had been pursuing for all those seconds. Even his divine body wouldn't be able to find him - the magic used was so slight that it was untraceable, his sound, smell and sight were obfuscated, and the only people with any real chance to find him would be those with Presence Detection. Of the many skills the king had, that was not one of them. Now he simply had to hope that his partner had used his time wisely, earning some distance and using his little parlor trick. If he had wasted it, if he hadn't begun to incite Unlimited Blade Works, the pair would only be whittling away the seconds until Atlas inevitably snapped and used an area-of-attack burst with his magic. It was inevitable, the man had no patience and he seemed to possess no common sense. Should that happen, as ROBIN was certain it would, then the casualties wouldn't just be the two of them. It'd be the poor saps who's only crime was being stationed on this floor. |
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Post by Lord El-Melloi II on Jan 25, 2016 1:09:56 GMT
Seriously? Did Chaldea not anticipate something like this happening? Well, they kind of had to or else this fail safe wouldn't be in place, but still. Did they not have anybody else that could handle the situation? An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as another chunk of flying rock from the nearby wall was sliced into several fine pieces, all landing around him. The "scream" that rung out was a moment of faked panic on part of the web of mercury now surrounding him. A ball would be better defensively, but for some reason the damn thing had become a bit of a showboat recently and wanted to flaunt its fine cutting edge. As for the panic....it liked pretending to be a person. Annoyance after annoyance, but nothing was more irritating right now for him than the shit he was now witnessing.
Along with the fact he had to be the one to stop it.
"By the authority of Chaldea, and the blessings of FATE..." he began, the red seal upon his right hand glowing. A small puff of smoke blew out from the wreckage as the figure of a certain black-haired magus came into view. A web of silver liquid surrounded him as his eyes looked to the red archer, then to the man with the trident. He knew a third was present, there was another voice a moment ago and he could sense the magical energy of a Servant. He didn't care who started it, he just intended to stop it.
"I, Lord El-Melloi II, command the three Servants present, stand down from combat. And I command again of the three Servants present, cease use of all Noble Phantasms." the glow of the Command Seal drastically grew for a moment before blinking out, the seal somewhat fading from his hand. He had burned two on the command to make sure the situation would stop, but it didn't matter much. This self-replenishing Command Seal system that Chaldea produced worked well for cases like this. They were a bit weaker than the type back in Fuyuki, but they worked well enough when you didn't need to defy time and space. At the very least, they would be more than enough to stop a bunch of Servants from being total idiots.
With the fighting forcefully concluded, the web of liquid retreated from him, gathering at his side to form a humanoid shape. Of all things, it took the form of a woman in a maid outfit, but entirely silver and still obviously formed of liquid. The Lord El-Melloi brushed a small amount of dust from the rubble off of his black suit before turning to leave, holding out a hand towards the metallic woman. She immediately produced a cigarette and lighter, which he took and lit the smoke as he left the scene of the crime.
"The clocktower seriously owes me for accepting this job. C'mon, Maid Golem. There's more Servants they want me to verify will be summoned correctly."
And like that, the duo left. Though the weight of the Command Seals remained. May be now there'd be less property damage. [Waver came, Waver commanded, Waver left.] |
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Post by King Atlas on Jan 25, 2016 3:50:32 GMT
The moment the newcomer vanished, Atlas immediately began preparing a high level area of effect spell. Anti-fortress, it was a spell of high enough rank that he doubted that miserable Archer could even hope to survive it. The sigils appeared, followed by the unique markings of the spell. This was top level stuff he was making, not to be confused with anything most magi could ever hope to accomplish. He was just about ready to fire and wipe out the insolent newcomer when the first command came. "Stand down from combat." Atlas began to slow a little as the spell started to take effect, but he wasn't stopping, instead just looking at the Master. "Fuck off!" He interjected. Yeah "reason" wasn't working here. Then came the second. Atlas's Magic Resistance was high enough that he could fight one Command Spell, especially weakened ones such as these, but there was no way that even he could fight off a second one. The spell weaving stopped for a few moments, but didn't dissipate. Atlas's weapons vanished from his hands, and the spell was cancelled, the enormous amount of magical energy flowing back inside him. Well that was that, he couldn't exactly fight off two spells. But at least it had one other effect that he intended to fully take advantage of. No sooner than the Archer had uncloaked that Atlas had already closed the distance, reaching out to try and pull the Archer into a headlock. Combat. The definition of which was the fighting between armed forces. Fair enough. He'd make a point to thank Master El-Melloi II later. He doubted it was intentional, and maybe in a way that'd be a good way to rub some salt in the wound. He was going to get an apology. As long as he didn't try to kill or seriously wound the Archer, he was still acting within the parameters of the Command Spell. He loved loopholes. Plus now it was a contest of pure physical brawn that one couldn't cheat.
tags: emiya , ROBIN notes: tis time for a beatdown |
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