The time has come - start again!

[silverfall]

"Oh, I dunno," Visi was saying to Nip, "I don't see any reason why we have to interfere just yet. The battle seems to be enjoying itself. Why not us? But if you like, choose a target and we can share in an quick fly-by. I know some aerial moves that might just interest you and in more places than the sky. And I bet there are some you'd like to share with me."

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Darkie approached Silverfall as she stood apart from the battle. She looked up into his wild eyes, which were sharing the view with her.

"It has begun," he said, his voice a deep, full baritone.

"Broken colors," she said.

He looked down at her. His long mane fell in his face.

"And what have you learned?" he asked.

If she answered, it was a thought they shared in private.

[Victory]

Really, it's quite stupid to swing a large and difficult to control weapon at Envy when she's clinging to a good guy. She released her grip and scrambled to freedom. The momuntum of Willow's swing would probably slice Chief's leg right off. Not her problem anymore. The haircut wasn't too big of a problem either--Envy was not overly vain about that, and she would eventually have to leave this body, amusing though it was. No, the problem was her darling father. "What do you think you're doing, father?! You can't kill Glayse! You'll weaken us all... It's... it's much to soon!"

Victory was a little miffed. Who did that stallion think he was, butting in on her fight like that? Still, mission accomplished. Let him deal. In the meantime... She charged up another shuriken. Take out the nearest evil. She couldn't get a clear shot of the blue one, and it wouldn't do to get in close--Charisma was armed. But maybe... There was a large, ornamental statue near one corner... She could ricochet the throwing star off it! Victory shifted to the left a little, and fired.

[Becka *Pone*]

Chakra wasn't the nearest evil pony to Jewel, and his pure white coat certainly didn't give him away as a foe, so he was in no harm from her, but he decided he might as well have a little fun - perhaps prove to that whisp of a yellow stripe that he still had it.

So Charka clapped his hands above his head quickly and brought them down, stregthening his aura and fighting ablility. He grabbed Jewel's aura with his own in midair, stopping her and probably looking a bit telekenetic in the process. Turning his hoof slightly he enveloped her in the same sickly green color that he had enveloped Kail in earlier - a painful green. The only problem was that he couldn't focus with all the colors coming from her pendant.

(OOC: take him out, its about time he died anyways)

[Piston Dark]

"Enough of your games, Ninja! I shall prove to you that I care not for these fools!" Before Dark could even flinch, Piston slamed his flameing hoof into the side of Charka's head, cracking it wide open. Piston didn't even flinch as the blood splated onto him. Dark Almost droped his sword at the sight. "Barberic..." Piston smirked and turned back to Dark. "Have I finnaly gotten my point across, Ninja?"

Piston then swiftly turned to Envy, his eye blazeing with anger. "If you plead with me again, worm, I shall tear off your head and feed it to the pits of Darkness!" That was when Dark noticed Piston's demon eye. Much to Dark's growing shock, the eye was healing itself! And worse yet, it was tearing itself out of Piston's socket! "May the Creators have mercy... That isn't your original eye, Piston; That is the Demon Sword, Soul Edge!!!" Piston grined as he grabed one of the eye's squirming stalks, the whole thing becomeing like stone. "I see you have noticed, Dark. Yes, it is true. A few years ago, my demonic eye perished, and withered away to dust. But then I found Soul Edge."

The eye suddenly had metal grow from it, until the eye was in the hilt of a broad sword, the stalks wraped around it like strung-stone. But just as the blade finished forming, Dark's sword began pulseing with energy. Looking at the blade, Dark's sword suddenly turned into a blue version of Soul Edge, but with blue stone wraping around it. "Soul Caliber... Have you chosen me as your Master?" The blade pulsed in a gental, but calm and powerful manner in responce to the question. Dark nodded in respect. "I am honnored, Sword of Spirits. I vow that I will use your power in the name of Justice." The blade let out a conceded flash, returning to the shape of a katana, before it began to slowly burn with flames of the Rainbow's seven colors.

Piston scowled at the sight before him. Dark pocessed Soul Edge's female conterpart, Soul Caliber, the one blade that could match Edge's power in any form. The sword's eye glared at Dark with raw hatred. Piston raised the blade into a fighting stance, ready for battle. "Are you ready to die again, Dark?" Dark did the same, entering a stance that had no openings. "This night will mark the destruction of your evil, Piston!" A circle drew itself on the ground around the two fighters, acting as a ring; At the same time, a barrier sealed them inside and the others out. The time of talk was over; Once more, the Blades of Soul would clash.


((OOC: Okay, so I'm a video game fanatic and that's where most of my material comes from. And I know Glasye is yours, Jewel; I simply made the order so you and Rose could deal it out. After all, I'm sure she was gona kill him sooner or later! Lastly, I have a master plan for Piston; I was gona kill him, but he took a while to make. So, I've got something better planed for him. Futher more, my next post is the battle between Dark and Piston. I have a dread feeling it will be the longest post ever typed.))

[Becka *Pone*]

(OOC: that take him out was for Jewel I wanted to have perhaps a little fight before he just up and died...)

[Jewel]

(ooc: heh heh heh... with pleasure! ;D)

Jewel gasped in alarm as her downward descent came to a halt. Legs and wings churning, she tried to pull herself to the ground, but without luck. She whinnied in confusion.

It was then that she felt the green aura take over. It felt the same as suddenly being submerged in freezing water--every inch of her skin hurt, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She twisted and turned, fighting the pain as much as she could, but was slowly being weakened by it. Muscles fought harder. She snapped around and found herself facing a white stallion, and realizing the aura was exuding from him, her opponent.

[Tink]

Mace barely had teme to react. With a quick twist he took the weapon from Rose's hands and smashed it on the floor. He turned toward Glayse and watched Tawny trying to strangle him. What fun. Now, what about the mare? He was rather worried she might attack. He glanced at her warily and decided he'd ignore her for now.

[Rose Rebellion]

(ooc: come now, isn't it kinda hard to remove a sword from an attacker if she's swinging it at you?)

The sword was abruptly stollen from her. For a moment, there was a slight agression that started to build towards the stallion. But it grew into nothing and she ignored the stallion as well. If she could not affectively kill Glayse with her sword she had a perfectly able horn to attack with. She turned around again and began to head over towards Glayse at a full gallop, her head lowered, the point of her horn horizontily level.

[Tink]

(Actually? I can kinda see a quick raer to knock teh sword out of the attacker's hands. i mean, how tight is her grip? She has hooves!)

"Another reason for family counseling." As much as he wanted to fight, Mace was tired of this. He might as well go and find Tink.

(Cont. preferably at "Who knew it would be this hard to find?")

[Coco Berry]

As Victory took her strike, Charisma leaped out of the way, but only barely. The blue mare's shoulder was injured. But that didnt matter. Not anymore...

"Just what I've been waiting for!" grinned Charisma bounding towards Victory, sword held high.

She brought it down. And brought id down hard.

***

"I'll definetly visit, Sparkleworks," Cane said, smiling grimly as Sparx went away, "Until then...Snowflake? You wanna...go in yet?"

***

Mistletoe stood looking around. There was no one there for him to fight...not fair...

(ooc: whoa, I caught up! Someone can kill Mistletoe, but I want Cane to share the privalige, kay?)

[Tink]

Mace growled as eh left. Then he noticed the unipeg standing around. Aw, so unaware. Mace was in a foul mood he approached Mistletoe, bared his teeth, and delt him a hard blow to teh heda, leaving him unconcious, someone else could finish him off. Mace left teh room in search of Tink...

[Piston Dark]

((OOC: Temp char; he's here only for the fight and to clean it up. And my bad, Jewel; I didn't realize that Becka and you had planed mister Evil Red's death. Just ignore all that I said above involeing him.))

A small gate of light opened inside the ring, a old Shogun dressed in his cerimonial death armor stepping out. It was clear that he was really a spirit, for he faded in and out over and over. In one hoof, he held a folded fan. "Both fighters are in agreement, then?" Piston and Dark nodded at the same time, their eyes not leaving the other's. "Very well! This is a Spirit Cage battle. The are no ring outs for the barrier shall inflict massive damage apon contact. Fighters ready!" The shogun steped back, passing through the barrier. Slaming his fan on the ground, he shouted the one word both were awaiting. "FIGHT!!!"

Piston lifted Soul Edge up, and charged at Dark. "I'LL CUT YOU WIDE OPEN!!!" As Piston drew close, Dark sliped out of the way and slashed Piston in the back, the momentum sending the Nightmare right into the wall. After a few moments electrocution, Piston was blown onto the floor. "I hate you." Dark stabed his blade into the ground next to Piston's head, startling the other to his feet. "Likewise, sleeping dead.

The battle had almost lasted a full hour, but outside the barrier, it was still the same moment the fight began. Both fighters were starting to show the damage they received. Piston was growing weaker by the second, while Dark seemed to be healing the damage he got. "I don't understand it! I grow weaker with every swing, and even when I manage to cut you, your wounds heal! I thought you said this was a fair fight, Dark!"

Dark narrowed his eyes again. "I'm shocked you haven't grasped it yet. My wounds are healing because I am useing Soul Caliber, the Sword of Spirits. My sword heals my body and soul, while Soul Edge eats at your own hungerly with every last swing! You are my foe, Piston, but even I know when pity is needed. Your killing yourself using that sword!” Piston snarled at Dark, glaring at him with no emotion. “I don’t care! If I can send you back to your grave, that is all I will need!”

Dark closed his eyes. “Very well, Piston. If not for everyone’s sake, then I shall destroy Soul Edge and save you!” Dark slowly crouched, an aura of light and shadow flowing from each of his respective sides. “Fourth Secret Art of the Moon!” His eyes shot open, a green fire suddenly igniting around his body. “GREEN SHADOW FLASHER!!!” Dark suddenly vanished from sight, but green slashed chopped at Piston’s body, each cut slicing away more and more of the black on Piston’s body, the foul stuff becoming inky black pools on the ground. Dark appered in the air above Piston, bringing his blade down in a cleave. Piston swung his sword to block, only to watch with horror as Soul Edge shattered, shortly before Dark’s sword was driven into his head. Piston fell like a dead weight onto the ground, the black on his body driping off like water.

“Winner; DARK!” The shogun slamed his fan on the ground as Piston stired. However, with out a connection to a living evil, the Dark Rainbow became totally indipendent.

((OOC: Longest. Post. EVER. Man, this one is HUGE!!! And no need to worry, Kali shall still free Rose as she requested. Till then, she will still listen to Piston; His orders, though he is now powerless, are still higher than Glasye’s. Man, this thing is HUGE!))

[Becka *Pone*]

(hehe, I think you almost beat out my post with Luna and Apollo in length there - in fact, perhaps you did And just to clarify - Chakra is the one Jewel is fighting... you know Karma's teacher... Dark might just have a thing against Chakra if Dark wants to make him loose his concentration enough for Jewel to kill the old man)

Kail quickly got up from the floor as the crumpled body of Tawny lay before her. "I promised you," she muttered at it and grabbed the dagger's small sheath from around the other's hindleg. She looked around at the indoor "battlefield" and tried to decide who to go for next. It seemed that most were already paired or trio-ed off and busy fighting. As the walls of the fighting cage that Dark and Piston had entered came down again she tilted her head and tried to figure out who this other pony from her past was. Then his words came back ringing in her ears Heal Rose.

Kail turned her head slightly and looked at the red unicorn who seemed to be under a trace - it may not be all that easy to do. Kail could heal physical wounds, but she wasn't sure what to do about a mental takeover, plus the red one might just not want a little winged hug and dolphin-song at the moment - she had already gone after a pony or two with a sword. Then the other started charging the orange pony and Kail knew for sure she was going to stay away, at least until the charge stopped.

(anyone else need a healer at the moment?)

[Lucky Pony]

(OOC: Bravo! Piston! Great RPG entry! Very easy to understand!)
Unknown to envy, Willow had total control of the scythe (afterall she had been using the thing ever since she could take directions). Seeing Envy move out of her way, willow stopped swinging and brought up the scythe. It didnt even touch Chief's foot. Willow pivoted on her back hoofs and watched wide eyed; the battle between Dark and Piston. She was glad to see piston fall in the end, but he looked so helpless. With courage, Willow trotted over to Piston, the black was running off his body now. Willow knelt by him, he didnt look so harmful anymore.

[Tink]

Whizzer stared at teh battle for a second before grabbing Drak by his mane and holding him in teh air. Staring him in teh face she questioned, "Aei omu od uqyb zybbum?" You are an evil killer? She waited for his reaction. It was an ancient northern tongue, rarely spoken to outsiders, he had better feel honored. "Pastries kill us all, so do the rabid lederhosen,they killed my mind and nearly my spirit, how the heck did you survive?"