Half-eaten hot-dogs. Crumpled popcorn boxes. Groaning victims of the chaos that is the mob.
The two warriors had, indirectly, caused a hell of a lot of damage.
When the fighting had first begun the crowd had been transfixed - hypnotised by the skill and passion of the warriors. When Vejimaru unleashed his full fury on Engar however, the spell was shattered. A silent crowd became a terrified mob and, acting with no intelligence at all, they stampeded for the exits.
Some had suffered pain. Others had suffered much, much more.
And, perched in the cheap seats, Engar's family hovered hesitantly. The area was dangerous but they couldn't leave without their son. Engar knew this and kept any exclamations to himself; there wasn't any point.
Keep your eye on the ball, Engar.. or is that a soccer metaphor?
Vejimaru launched himself forwards into the air and, before even crossing half the distance between them, brought his Katana around in a powerful swipe. The very air around the blade glowed white as it cooled, the moisture freezing as the weapon conjured it's icy magic. Frigid winds blasted down upon Engar, slicing through his form and tearing him in half.
The Modiwan himself, however, was far from harms way. Employing the after-image technique once more he appeared behind Vejimaru and bringing his own blade, the pulsing energy of the Rogue Sabre, down on Veji's back. He struck a clean blow, meeting no resistance, but as he caught himself from falling Engar found what should have been a corpse to be nothing but a fading picture in the air. The real Vejimaru was rising above him - even from this distance Engar could see distinctive red glow in the warrior's eyes.
"Careless, Engar. Eyes of Destruction not only allow me to copy your techniques, I can see through your trickery!"
He was gone in an instant, appearing at Engar's side only to prove to be another after-image as Engar brought his hand around. More images appeared around him, darting over the blue tinted grass that had been caught in the wake of Veji's attack, but he shut these out. There was only one Vejimaru and, spreading the fingers of the Force out from his body, Engar sought to determine where he was.
"Is this your all?"
With bare seconds to spare, Engar found Vejimaru and brought his blade up - steel and purple energy sparking against each other - then turned as Vejimaru reappeared on his other side and brought the Katana down again. This time Engar sidestepped the blow and knocked the Katana down further, watching dispassionately as the blade sliced deep into the frozen turf, then swung the Rouge Sabre around in a full circle that burned deep into Vejimaru's right shoulder.
True to his own discipline, Vejimaru did not cry out. Instead the warrior gripped the hilt of his blade in his left hand and drew a deep breath -
concentrating.
Hesitating, Rouge Sabre rising slowly in his hands, Engar considered finishing it.. truly finishing it.
The fact was that he had not yet actually killed someone. He hated the idea. Dreaded what the act might do to him. But it was certainly one way to end the fight quickly..
A dull red glow began to creep across the melting grass before Vejimaru's gaze..
What if I miss, could I bare to see the disgust he would show in his eyes..?
The light grew in intensity and spread out, fingers of red creeping across the turf in all directions..
Worse.. what if I didn't?
His blade was glowing bright crimson now, mist pouring from the metal and rising around his indistinct form. The very stadium seemed unreal in his presence - as though all things paled when compared to the bright reality of the warrior wreathed in flames.#
Engar blinked, coming out of his daze, and found himself the only true witness to the birth of a god..
The figure turned and looked upon him; in the place of pupils glowed two malevolent 6 pronged stars. The gaze tightened into one of hardened resolve.
"I have seen the future, you are not in it.."
Before he even realised he had brought his arms around, the Rouge Sabre was slicing through air molecules in it's journey toward Vejimaru's neck. The warrior, however, was already moving - he moved
before Engar considered attacking - and was well out of range. Engar dove forwards and brought his Sabre around in a horizontal slash only to have Vejimaru rising above it before the swing began.
The Sabre was clipped to his belt and Engar through himself faster into the fight; Ki-Enriched fists pummelling the air as they sought to make contact against Vejimaru. Still he was too quick, far quicker than could be possible! As though he were reading Engar's mind and acting even before Engar could!
"The Eyes of Destruction's second form, Engar," murmured Vejimaru as he slid between the blows that came his way, "allows me to see a little way into the future. Would you like to see what happens when I combine it with Demonic Harmony?"
NononononononoNO!
The pulsing red that had swirled around Vejimaru's form thickened and brightened; blood red, the colour of rage. Now he wasn't just dodging blows, he was blocking them without any difficulty! Engar was throwing himself into the fight, bringing his power-level up as fast as humanly possible without giving himself a heart-attack, but making no impact!
"Very good!" Engar rolled sideways out of the path of the glowing Katana - watching in horror as the very ground split in a deep gash that ran right up and through the stands. He had to end the fight..
had Vejimaru just complimented him on dodging a blow before he had dodged it?!
"Enough of this!" Engar's voice echoed through the stadium as he turned and brought both hands together - yellow energy crystallising between his palms then burning forwards towards his infuriating opponent.
Who wasn't there.
Damn!
Concentrating as he brought his hands up, Engar forced the beam to curve upwards and sent it spiralling into the air where it couldn't harm anyone.
"Miss me?"
Vejimaru's voice wasn't taunting, more like joking which was even worse. He wasn't taking this seriously any more and Engar practically screamed that at him!
"Oh on the contrary I'm taking this fight very seriously, Engar."
He turned slowly, spotting the warrior standing in the centre of what was left of the diamond. His hands were swirling through the air, tracing curious shapes that seemed to hang even after his fingers had passed by. Vejimaru was still glowing red but the light was fading now, as though his energy was draining away.
Putting everything into some kind of.. attack!
Damning his confusion, probably a result of being punch-drunk from that solar assault, Engar kicked off the ground and blurred across the distance between the two. His arms trailed behind him, making himself more aerodynamic, but his hands were collecting all the energy they could.
Ten meters..
Seven meters..
Four meters..
Just one meter!
Vejimaru completed the last seal and whispered, in a voice that was barely a breath, "Mokuton Jyukai Koudan.."
Suddenly a wall was rising between him and his target - a dark brown wall encrusted with dirt and moss. Both hands came around and released the energy they held, using it to slow his momentum enough that the landing didn't hurt. By the time he had turned Engar found that all entrances were cut off - the brown walls were rising on all sides and, a little above his head, they came together.
The cracks filled in.. then there was nothing but blackness and creaking.
Frowning in the pitch blackness, Engar brought one first around and hammered it into the wall that he discovered was actually the bark of a tree. Either there were many layers to it or it was tougher than any work of nature he had ever heard of - it didn't budge.
creeeeeeeaak..
Correction, it was budging but in the opposite direction. In fact the walls - trees - were slowly closing in around him. Even in the darkness he could see it, observing as the blackness before his eyes grew less and less. Closing in. Trapping him.
Engar
did not like tiny spaces!
He pushed against the walls, straining his arms and legs against their unstoppable might, but it seemed as though his energy was all but spent. As the space lessened and lessened, to the point that he could barely stand sideways, he channelled all his energy into his right hand and thrust it forwards.. only to have the pressure of the trees shatter it's very bone..
The trees were skin-tight now - pressing against the burns on his arms and legs, squeezing his broken arm, crushing his lungs and his face. Just one more push, one less cubic inch, and he would be mush..
Anything but this, he pleaded silently, too compressed to even speak,
please, any death but this!
But no one answered.
The hardest lesson of all - one that could only be learned, not taught - was that in the darkness you could only depend on yourself. A warrior was too steeped in blood to look anywhere else..
So Engar drove his mind deep into his body, pumping through the veins and crackling along the nerves, forcing himself to speed deep into his body before the sap of the trees could beat once more. There, hidden in the darkness, he found the energy beyond energy. The power that outstripped Ki and ploughed through Chakra.
Life Energy. Spirit Energy.
The energy of the soul..
Pure white light burst through cracks in the trees that had not been there moments before - spreading out into the stadium beyond like strobe-lights and boring gashes in their paths. In the black Engar's soul
was the candle, and it forced back the darkness!
One moment the barrier was creaking and shaking; the next it was a cloud of splinters and broken shards of wood. And from it strode Engar, his entire body surrounded by pure white flames.
He wasn't transformed. His eyes were the same colour, his body was the same shape.. and yet.. and yet he was more
there than ever before. Every part of his was hardened - as though he were in a more concentrated form.
"
This ends now.."
Not a warning or a threat; a statement of fact.
Vejimaru twirled sideways out of the path of the first glowing fist, but just barely. He had used almost all his energy in creating the Forest Genesis - an attack that by all rights should have ended the fight - and was now running on fumes. He kicked off the ground in a twirling backwards somersault - actually landing on Engar's outstretched leg and running up along the blackened limb to kick out at Engar's face.
The image crumpled before him, however, and even though he knew it was a fake he had no energy to turn and block his true opponent. In deference for his opponents honour, Engar appeared directly in front of him. He caught Vejimaru by the hair in his left hand, then tightened his right into a fist and drew it back.
..broken arm..
Just as the blow connected to Vejimaru's face, the pure white energy that surrounded Engar died; as though the fuel it had fed upon had been consumed. The fist still hurt, knocking him off his feet and sending him rolling backwards across the ground, but for his lack of energy it wouldn't have fazed him at all!
And all Engar could think about was the unimaginable pain that was searing through his right arm - employing pure spirit energy had momentarily made even a broken arm unimportant but now he was paying the price. He could barely stand any more, his entire body ached like one huge bruise, but Engar forced himself to raise one hand and summon the energy for one more energy attack.
"Give.." Engar paused and felt his entire body shaking with one huge, pained cough, "up?"
Vejimaru tried to rise on his shoulders but found even that was too hard..
"I..," Vejimaru sighed, "yield for now.."
Engar grinned - a huge, dazed grin worthy of Son Goku himself - then slowly keeled over backwards onto grass that was, to him, as soft as a well made bed.
Within seconds a snore began..
And Vejimaru laughed and laughed, through the pain he felt on the inside and out..
OOC: Apologies for the wait guys, been kind of a hectic time recently. I hope I didn't go too far out of character with you Vejimaru, you gave great descriptions of your powers which I tried to use as well as I could.