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Post by Brynhild on Feb 8, 2016 17:56:09 GMT
Of course Mordred managed to make his way out of the sea of flames... that much was expected. His armor was truly magnificent, better than those of most, as his magic resistance alone would not have amounted to much against her fire. It was likely one of his Noble Phantasms... at least that's what Brynhild thought. Then her lover catapulted himself into the air, in response to her charge, aiming an immensely powerful slash at her head... unable and unwilling to stop her own charge, Brynhild simply responded by redirecting the force of her spear upward, the horizontal swing moving diagonally against the vertical attack lead by her lover...
Then the weapons collided, as the two weights of the weapons clashed in mid-air... curious. Brynhild herself absorbed much of the force by backing off from the point of collision a split second afterwards, the runes on her heels flaring to sustain her levitation, how Mordred had reacted... well that was yet left to be seen... so her eyes followed the movement of her lover, after their clash in mid-air. The ground in the meanwhile had, at least for the most part, cooled down a little, making it semi-solid.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 8, 2016 19:57:28 GMT
Mordred's arms felt like jelly after the collision between their weapons. The mammoth spear swung with the force of a wrecking ball even after Brynhild absorbed the greater majority of the impact force herself. Mordred's own strength was considerable, when boosting her movements with her reserve of prana like she was doing, she was among the greatest of the Round Table Knights...but when compared to Brynhild's spear, it was enough to cast her aside like dust in the wind. And yet...she was toying with her, it seemed like. Was this what Brynhild thought of her challenge?
Red anger wells up in Mordred, and the second she lands on the now-solidified ground, she forces her arms to move again, charging forward to cut Brynhild down, prana exploding with a force that would inevitably burn her up if she used it for any amount of time. Against any normal foe, the lightning-charged, blood-red comet that fired itself at Brynhild would be a harbinger of certain death. Against Mordred's opponent, though, it was an attack tinged with desperation, a burst knowing that her defeat was likely, and assured if she failed to attack with every single fragment of her being.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 9, 2016 0:27:48 GMT
She landed almost elegantly on the ground, stepping lightly as gusts of wind sent her silvery hair flying in the strong, artificial breeze. Brynhild was smiling... smiling whilst filled with love and an almost insane urge to overwhelm the person before her, without truly desiring it. What a tragedy... again she wanted to crush the one she wished to hold dear, because it was her... her function? Possibly. She had expected her loved one to be blasted back by the force of the collision... yet his charge now, his anger... he thought she was toying with him no? Whatever should she do about that... there was nothing that came to mind. Her will was set clearly on fighting, she paid no mind to the appearance. Victory was what she was after.
In the meantime her spear had grown considerably again, weighing over 3500kg, its head alone was a little more than Mordred's height. When he finally charged at her... the rune on her chest flared up in response, tinging her body in white fire as she tapped into her powers as a Valkyrie... then she charged forward, thrusting forward her spear, razing the earth in the process as the shockwave of the thrust, tore pieces off the ground and pushed them forward in an orcane of force... her own flames too went into the massive, glistening spearhead that weighed so heavily for her love..., before it's tip sought to meet her dear hero's incoming chest, before he could close in to strike her, the immense spear head almost seeming like a blockade between them, as it flared up in white heat, that melted the very earth without even touching it. Oh dear... my hero...
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Post by Mordred on Feb 9, 2016 0:40:23 GMT
Mordred didn't care that the spear had grown even larger. Mordred didn't care that Brynhild had landed easily and turned around effortlessly to meet her charge. The upturned fire and earth was merely a nuisance...a somewhat painful one, but nothing that could break her charge. The mammoth spear stood, as always, as an impossible impediment to her attack, an unbreakable constant that Mordred could try but fail to overcome.
Still, Mordred wouldn't be stopped that easily. The fact that it was a thrust, and not a slash was perhaps the only bit of good luck that Mordred could count on in this fight. The fact that the ridiculous weight and power of the spear was focused forward meant that, by using her prana as thrust to change her approach and make it come from the side, she could effectively fall back on her standard style. Parry, and press the advantage hard. Dodging the deadly head of the spear, Mordred slams into the brick wall of the shaft sword-first, letting her fall down the length of the spear, Clarent charged with lightning as Mordred attempts to slash across Brynhild's chest.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 9, 2016 1:03:02 GMT
Good, he had made it past the spear! Pushing against the incoming attack with the shaft of her spear, Bryn moved the massive head over in a semi-circle, from above, using the edge of Mordred's blade as the levering point to smack the spear-head in from above. Mordred, ducking below this motion that quite literally split the earth when it made contact with the ground, then aimed two successive slashes at her chest, forcing Brynhild to retreat backwards, with her rune augmented speed. The second slash she met with a prana burst reinforced slash from her hand-blades, the claws sparking as the light and the fire collided.
Brynhild in turn responded by gliding down the length of the sword with her gauntlet's clawed fingers, the fire turning the tips into white glowing augurs of heat, before clawing at Mordred's face, the helmet's visor in particular to temporarily blind her, not only through the attack, but the extremely brightly smoldering claw-fingers. At the same time she brought the spear in from a low, right angle, swinging the, to her practically weightless spear, with one hand, yet blinding speed, aiming for her lover's hips and buttock from an awkward angle behind and next to her, hoping that at least one of the attacks would manage to scratch her love. Brynhild's own smile... was almost like a drunk's, ecstasy, joy... and sadness written into her gaze as she closed in on her lover, Mordred.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 9, 2016 1:25:03 GMT
Finding her attack rebuffed once again, Mordred begins to lose patience with the progress of the fight. The best she could do was manage to force Brynhild to catch her sword on her gauntlet...a fact alone that made her eyes flare. Was that really all it took to block one of her strikes? An outstretched palm? How ridiculous! How could she embarass herself like that!
She didn't have much time, as Brynhild could feel the way the fight was turning. Brynhild's white-hot claw, echoing her own gambit by sliding down Clarent's length. While Mordred could either retreat or push Brynhild's hand away, she could simply tell that doing that would cause her to lose. Brynhild could wield her spear in one hand as effortlessly as she could Clarent...and if the way Brynhild guarded against her strike was any indication, one landing would be far more destructive than the other. Hopeless situation after hopeless situation seemed to face Mordred.
Her response was another indication of the sheer force of will, bordering on insanity, that she was exerting into every action in this fight. She pushes up from her legs, using Brynhild's own strength to turn her sword into a lever, lifting her up and over Brynhild into the air. Then her prana explodes once again, sending her armored form slamming in a lightning-charged strike at Brynhild's back.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 9, 2016 23:24:14 GMT
When Mordred averted her strike, by using it's force to catapult herself over Brynhild, the Valkyrie laughed... she laughed loud, almost hysterically, but with sheer bliss and even something like killing intent in her eyes. She was enjoying herself so much... this fight was amazing, Mordred had exceeded her expectations time and again, capable of feats she would not have anticipated him to be capable of... but... it would not be enough. So as her lover sailed over her, Brynhild turned around, using her own body's momentum to swing her massive spear like a club, timing it so it clashed with Mordred the moment he sought to strike at her back.
Brynhild then once again spiked her speed, bringing distance between herself and her lover, by dodging to her left, so her opponent's right, then coming in for a diagonal slash from below, using her spear with both hands, stepping backwards to keep a distance, before launching a thrust at Mordred should he seek to follow her in response to her backstep. This thrust she'd however avert into a swing, aiming for her Lover's legs, she'd then follow up with, by thrusting it forward, to raze the ground, using her spear as something akin to a plow.. then pulling it up in a space rending, vertical slash from below, aiming at her lover's crotch.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 10, 2016 8:51:36 GMT
THUD
The impact of the spear against Clarent, this time without Brynhild soaking up the force of the impact, likely caused Mordred's arms to fracture. Not that she would notice. Her Battle Continuation was flaring to full effect, she would keep fighting until she was decisively put down. She wasn't even hindered, her bones continued to function at full effect, even though once the fight was over she'd probably not be able to use them for a good day or two as they regenerated. Still, her strength was enough that she was able to hold her ground.
However, while at the cost of catastrophic damage to her body she could match Brynhild in contests of strength, speed was still something that eluded her. Slashes from all sides, each lethal, were tough for even Mordred to handle. She was reaching even the limits of her instinct...after all, it was simply unreasonable for someone to be able to make that many attacks that would be assuredly lethal through her armor...shouldn't it? Nevertheless, Mordred managed dodge the diagonal slash while staying outside the range of the thrust during the backstep while already hopping forward as it switches to a sweep. As the lance comes up to bisect her from below, the jet-powered mana explodes once again, propelling her beyond the reach of the lance's head to slash at Brynhild once again, firing a lightning-charged red projectile in front of her sword.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 12, 2016 23:04:23 GMT
The satisfying crack that sounded through the air when they collided informed Brynhild that her lover had taken some damage. But alas, nothing that would not heal with some nursing. Certainly nothing that would stop a servant of Mordred's calibre. What amazed her more was how Mordred managed to overwhelm her speed for a second, blasting forward as she retreated, while at the same time evading her spear. Well... that was interesting enough. Even more so when he ultimately even managed to evade the vertical slash meant to counter this exact kind of happenstance. Alas... he did not take into account that she could simply continue that motion...
So the moment Mordred blasted forward, still in mid-air to evade bisection, and used his sword in a brilliant slash of red light, Brynhild ducked below the attack, stepped forward... and continued the attack that would have split her lover before... now however the pressure of the force continued own, heading for her lover's rear end as she stepped behind him, while he was above her and continued the bisecting swing, to graze her lover with the tip of her lance and the raw pressure deriving from it. She then stepped back and readied her lance, holding it in a fighting ready stance, while smiling brightly and even a little viciously at her loved one.
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Post by Chaldea-san on Feb 13, 2016 22:10:21 GMT
An unfair interruption.
Things like this often were; Unfair.
With not two seconds of preparation a beeping sound was heard, followed by a catastrophic event.
The room they were in trembled under a loud explosion, a flooding cloud of fire and shrapnel bein thrown against the two inside.
It had been a massive detonation, and the force of the blast reverberated throughout the entire metalic complex of Chaldea.
The room walls were died black with char and bent outwards, deformed by the weight placed against them. The ceiling itself had been partially destroyed and the grey sky could now be seen, with flocks of snow falling inside the wreckage, quickly melting to the softly burning remains of the virtual testing room. [MISSION SUSPENDED] For: Brynhild & Mordred
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