Uh... Who wants to fight the crazy?

[Bravo]

Uh... yah if you want to fight the crazy just uh... post your entrance here I guess. I'll post the uh... scene and my own entrance. In different colors to avoid confusion.

The building you enter is about 20' tall at the very top thanks to the way the roof slopes up. Think like a church roof kind of. There are rafters some about 15' up with the height between and the roof ranging from 2'' to 5'. There is a main window over the two double doors which are about 10'' in height. The window stretches up to the roof and across the front of the building. It's smudged and obviously pretty big. There's a few windows around the sides parallel to each other smudged and dirty. Now for the inside, it's a bit dark and moldy in the corners. Adding to the mold are various spider-webs that have long since been abandoned. Scattered about the floor of the place are chairs and tables kind of what you'd find in a tavern. Finally at one end there'd be a slight upraising of the floor. As the design suggests could this have once been a church?

Asael would be standing on the altar of the building. He'd be smiling slightly as thin shafts of light managed to find their way through the smudged windows. Oh how he loved this place, he always felt at comfort here. He wore a simple shirt one would find in every store and a pair of pants that were the similar no big deal kind. Stuck into his belt were two daggers 18 1/2" long in total each. The blades were straight and covered in runes while the handles ended in a serpentine head. His blue hair was as always pulled back into a tight pony-tail stretching a little past his neck. Perched atop his head was a black hat much like that worn by Freddy Krueger. The hat cast most of his face into shadow along with the poor lighting, but when you get a look at his face his eyes are different colors. The right one is robin blue while the left one is a solid black. And that's about all there is to him... except for his mechanical arms which ran from his back and were just wavering around slightly. They were a slight metallic tan and gray almost. You couldn't exactly pin one color on that as it seemed to shift every now and then.

His smile widened as he waited for the first one to enter the door his lips parting as a single sentence was spoken to the waiting room. "Like lambs to the slaughter."

[Bryer]

Bryer Gaiden would enter , the grounds. not the building itself. Seemed to Welcomeing In a sense. Aye?. Those Crystal blue hues , dancing along the darkened area. The Building rising high into the dark clouds. He wondered if there was any sun left within this realm, some Divine light that he would be able to muster. But couldn't. Bryer would be walking along. Silver-white strands of shoulder length hair caressing his shoulders and forehead lightly in gentle waves from side to side. Those orbs of his still linguring about, watching the shadows that seemed to dance about him. Long, Silken crimson read shirt. Hung losoe over his silver and black belt. Jet black cargo pants ruffed together as his legs passed by each other, scraping gently. Black leather boots, steel toed somewhat with a wide looking front. Strapped under his pants legs. hands nicely snug within his pockets. Around his wrist held silver beads, a nice little sound emitting from such as those. Like those of church bells.....coincidense?....meh, we'd have to see about that.

His foot steps into the area, he knew no fear, somewhat. Alittle un-easy as he would once again walk into a trap of some sorts. Within his minds set, he'd pull with the mental fluxuations and vibrations of the link of his mind. Pulling fire particles across the bridge of the etheral plane, and Instantly filling his arms, limbs, mind and said form with latent energies brought to him by planes beyond. As well in a symontanious thought, he would cross the astral plane, a since of projection would have occured upon him , building up. And only holding this said link for the time as of now. Stepping ino the building , alittle more comfortably. But alas, there was always that gut feeling....

[Bravo]

Asael is uh... harmless? Yah, yah he's harmless. Harmless as a lamb. Hearing the person enter he glanced up the dim light showing his face a bit more possibly. If he managed to catch it his left eye was... completely black. Every bit of it filled in with black, but a with a blink the eye had returned to uh... 'normal'.

Giving a bow he'd remove the hat from his head revealing his blue hair fully. His arm was stretched across his waist the hat gripped lightly in the hand. The mechanical arms had move around him somewhat like a square if there were lines connecting them. Then he'd stand up straight again to his full height of 6'6'' the arms moving to rest behind him a slight clinking sound echoing out as one of the claws snapped together.

"Welcome good sir. Welcome to my wonderful palace." He'd begin a slow walk forward his boots disturbing the dust on the floor and echoing dully throughout the building.

[Bryer]

Bryer's particles seeping through his pores, his very skin and seething through that crimson shirt. His head would have turned to the person who seemed to address in him some form or fashion. Those crystal blue orbs gazing through the darkness and into the very core that would have been ............the being in question. Hearing aliviated, eyes locked on. Heh, glancing from side to side as the pair of mechanical arms upon his back? would be waveing about. Then suddenly coming to a stop. Watching the bow from this man, he'd only bow half way. He was way to comfortable with the settings within "His" building. He'd change that if it was nessasary.

Bryer's voice was stern, firm. But somewhat gentle. Hardly could tell what was going on in that mind of his ...at times. "Aye.....good to be here...I think."...Looking about the dust y hallway he was in, so to say. Then glancing to the being. It was rather crampt in here, wasn't it not...

[Bravo]

Asael made his way around the stuff rather easily. And it was uh... time to get this show started. A mechanical arm would move down and grab a chair around the back of the seat. It'd be lifted up so easily as if it weighed nothing. Then as easily as the arm had lifted the chair it was flung and sent spinning across the room. Kind of awkwer being a chair, but uh... it'd be able to reach Bryer easily enough and with a good deal of force behind it. Enough to shatter should it connect with something. It was thrown about the time he was uh... looking around at the dust mites.

And uh.. it was thrown in the general direction of Bryer's chest.

[Bryer]

Bryer sighed. The "Beings" motions , espeically with those arms was rather slow at this point, to him atleast.. And when those solid blue orbs, contacting with the visual sight of a chair being flung at him. A single vibrating thought courseing through his now rising hand to great the oncoming attack. In a rather fluid motion. Pushing the said particles into the air molecules, combining them with his the mental flux of atmosphere about him. Since the latent energies would already been seeping through his pores. All it really needed was his thought and action. That single thought courseing through his mind to his finger tips.

He would ingnite the air about and infront of him. It a drastic rise in temperature from normal to atleast 12 hundred degree's. Condensing the heat infront of him as well as the air infront front of him at the single rate of a nano-second. Thus, the said being's attack would be crashed against a barrier, and insenerated. Into chunks od ash. Though it did in fact have some force behind it as well. Making him step back a few steps as well... Holding his righ hand up still in making the wall..

He would shurg, watching the being from behind his wall of flame. It would then expand in width, soon cracking and consuming the air molecles, combining as such...Just expanding this said wall to the size of the room. And with a rather large mental push, Bryer would send this flaming wall of insineration(SP). Straight torwards this being...It was , probably the size of the hall way he thought he was in. or just 12 to 15 ft in length and width....

.......and so, the sounds of struggle within the miserable place would commence.....

[Bravo]

Seeing the uh... flame begin to widen and spread he wasn't going to just stand there waiting for the flames to actually smack into him. His mechanical arms quickly began moving him sideways lifting his tall frame off the floor. They'd move him to the side as it was a shorter distance between that and the wall which he was headed to. Upon reaching the side he'd begin to uh... scale the wall the arms pushing into it and lifting him up. The arms actually moved him pretty quickly across the place for being mechanical. They'd continue to pull him up the wall till he could rest on the rafters though he'd have to travel towards the center more to avoid hitting his head.

He hadn't avoided it all... well technically he had, but not really. The heat coming off of it would've been felt by the man as it passed underneath him burning up his church it seemed. Looks like he'll need a knew house after this battle. So he'd be sure to keep that flame in mind as he was moving about. Anyways his left arm... kind of began to bubble and shift as if something underneath the uh... skin was trying to force it's way out.

[Bryer]

Bryer would still hold power and mental stability over this said wall of flame, or rather insinerations. Opening his palm to make it come to a halt and flicking his wrist. Manipulating the strands of the said 15 by 15 ft of insinerary(SP) flame. Facing horizontally to the ground and facing straight up at Aseal. A , thought, puslation rippling through his wavelengths to the wall of flame. He would pull from this said link, a essence of pure oxygen, and helium. It moving through the air torwards the now spinning wall of flame .

Expanding flames tearng at the building, fires and embers scorching it into flames itself as the house would begin to creek and crumble. His alignment was of good.......and so shall it be still. Lifting his hand up, and rather quickly, this spinning disc of flame would rise a inch before making contact with the helium and oxygen essence. Ya know what would have happened then.??..........................KA BOOM!!!!!!!!

The explosion would be sent off, like a cannon ball from a cannon in a firey haze of debris and embers. The level that would be the ceiling or rather roof...woulf have been completely gone. Like it was ripped off , sliced off, of fired upon from the inside out. Straight into the air. Basically igniting them all to a rather destructive force, only expanding from that 15ft to the entire roof itself.........yikes.

Bryer would look up, hopeing to see if his opponent would be there, and if he wasn't....hmmm. He guessed he had won this round.

[Bravo]

Asael doesn't exactly have an uh... up to remain at. Seeing as a lot of stuff just went booming into nothing. As the boom was sent off he'd lose his grip on the rafters and go tumbling to the ground. His mechanical arms would keep him from smacking into the ground rather nastily and move him so he was facing towards Bryer.

Bringing the left hand up it'd have finished it's changing now and be a cannon basically, which was pointing to Bryer. The skin and fingers had been removed and hidden so all that was left was the sleek metal of it. On the top of it an indicator light began to beep and a small hum rose from the cannon.

[Bryer]

Bryer, shrugged.....he didn't cleave the guy in two....some how he dodged the thingy. But alas as this poor guy would enhance ot change shape with his bionic arm. Bryer, already had the fire seeping throug his limbs correct?.....So, hed just make the combining fire particle seeping through the link to his form and body. COmbine with that of his body in general. Cells, muscle tissue , lungs, heart....speeding things up and making this heat about him soar. Scoorching about him. His touch was now just, far to gone form being touch. If his form was touched as of now, there woldn't be much of the opponents limbs or from to use much less see as it would have turned to ash. This also having a effect upon his physical prowess of how fast he could move now. Taking his other hand out of his pocket and floored it torwards him. Breaking up the floor boards and creeking building. Making the ground erupt form behind him. He would be about as fast as any mech..........probably faster cuase of experiences dealing with such things as him.

Reaching Aseal in , rather a blink of a eye really. He would slam his left foot upon Asaels plasma , cannon, thingy. His left hand !. Making it point somewhere else. As well as in the exact same, symotanious motion would slam his right foot down hard. Driving them both probably threw the floor boards torwards the ceilers below. That condensed heat and air still covering his outline and pores... Upon falling through the floor, if at all those would hit. His Cannon might have gone off by now....Bryer just skidding back, as they were under a rather , crumbling and decaying building .........not much time eh??.

[Bravo]

Seeing as it's rather hard to dodge something moving at the speed of a bullet if he really does reach him within an eye blink. He takes the hits obviously. His cannon was pushed up and uh... didn't fire yet thankfully so it just kept beeping and humming. And then he's pushed down into the floor? Two of the arms grip at the floor and would keep him from falling down into the cellar which could possibly hurt. The arms would act like a slingshot and pull him back up to the main floor launching him into the air. Upon landing he'd make a bit of a thump and crack the floor slightly.

And when Bryer had actually hit Asael to push him into the ground he'd manage to hit a mechanical arm which was heat resistant and didn't uh... melt away into nothing. The cannon too was heat resistant.

[Bryer]

(( Lost his post, and really doesn't feel like typing it all up again....so here's basica thing I did. Re-arrange molecules about the air, super high density and heat, condesning the air about the celler ceailing and igniting it. Causeing the very foundation and building above to blow sky high....))

[Bravo]

Will have been heading toward the door the moment he didn't see Bryer re-appear. >_> The man had already shown massive over-kill to come quickly and uh... this most likely wouldn't have been any different. So he was trucking along and would be sent flying clothes and body burnt as the explosion went off and his church place was destroyed. But uh the cellar might collapse from the force of the explosion ripping around right above it, but who knows.

[Bryer]

Bryer would shrug....everything was gone....No falling in on him, Ah HA!. Looking about, he would walk tot he cellar doors and kinda like.....walk up them and out of the place, sense he didn't see the Mech arms guy about........Maybe he was alittle to forwards.?