Reunion [Rath vs. Zyta]

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  1. Nevermore

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    It had been years, too many to count, or so he felt, deeming it unimportant on the scale of his current situation. The ground gave way with uncertainty, as if it didn't trust itself, let alone the thick boots that smashed it, and each step threatened to cost the traveler one of those boots. The squelch and gurgle of the rain-laden mud was the only sound offered to the rogue by nature aside from the caws of hidden birds, as if nature itself sought to warn him. Or encourage him. He grinned as he quickly rounded a copse of trees and settled himself upon a thick stack of rocks that jutted from the ground like the fist of the planet. His eyes were cast to the plains before him, vast and empty, save for the waving stalks of thistle and reeds that extended for miles beyond the limits of the forest he had just left behind. He was reminded of the ocean, the wind that stirred the fields before him caused a vast shiver to run through them, the ripples of which resembled waves in the sea.

    His sky-blue eyes admired the sight for several moments before he turned back to gaze within the copse behind him. A small pond lay flat and still in the very center of the trees and bushes, solid as a mirror. It was a beautiful area. Yes, fitting. He hoped that his directions were clear enough, and for him, he was sure they were. Even if lost, his opponent could lock on to an energy signal from miles away and find it with ease. There was no doubt Zyta would show. It had been years, after all.
     
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    Getting away from Dreamer’s Haven was not something that its leader should do unless necessary, but something that Zyta did quite often. His absence would be remarked upon only in the short sentence, ‘Oh, Zyta’s not here again today?’ and business would carry on as it would if he were there. As the phrase went he was fashionably late but not because he started late or had lost his way getting there, but he watched, from a good distance away hidden amongst the terrain, Rath reach the destination. He had spent the first few minutes watching Rath with no purpose but to watch to him with a vaguely interested look in the gleam of his sunken eyes. His blood churned faster, and faster, faster under the thought of the first real bout with a comparable fighter in years. Soaking in the moment from afar, his senses were both calm and raging as if they didn’t know if this moment was true or some made up fantasy of their owner’s.

    At length, as if convinced that the familiar life-force was indeed Rath, Zyta stood up to his full height in Rath’s blind spot and slowly trudged the rest of the way up to where he stood. He called out his name and said with a shout that easily closed the distance between the two of them without seeming to appear angry, rather his voice was parade of jubilation at the notion of reuniting with his friend, “It’s good to see you, how have you been?”
     
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    Rath stood the instant he heard the shout. His nerves and senses had been strained past their limits, even he was surprised by his own eagerness. When was the last time he had fought a skilled opponent. Years, I haven't had a good fight in years. He shook his head with a grin before approaching Zyta quickly and casting his arms out without warning to embrace the demi-god as he would a brother. "Good, very good. You wouldn't believe me if I told you what I've done in these past few years. My arm's finally back up to normal, and strong. I found out something interesting from a friend." He paused, as if for effect, "My necklace, my mother's necklace, belonged to a god. He's one of my ancestors. Zyta, I'm part god. I don't know how it happened, but somehow they managed to lock the traits away so he didn't have some demi-god running around. For whatever reason, the block broke on me."

    He grinned as he shook his head slowly, "I'm not comparable to you of course. I'm still just a man. But at least we know why the women always find me. He's the god of Love and War. A lesser god, anyways."
     
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    Zyta hugged back meekly. He was never used to these awkward moments of emotion, male or female, and didn’t know how to react most of the time, and when he got it right by chance he usually made the awkward moment, that was for him alone, for everyone.

    “That is the first thing you say to me after all of these years?” Zyta asked while laughing. “I mean, wow, that’s some huge news and it is just blurted like that. You’re amazing, and I thought I had no tact sense.”
     
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    Rath scratched the back of his head while grinning, "Couldn't help it, thought you'd like to know that and I got a little excited. There's a ton more I could tell you, but I don't think we're here to exchange stories." His grin darkened wickedly as he let the hand that scratched his scalp drop to the hilt of his sword. "Though, I suppose common courtesy dictates I ask you how you've been as well?"
     
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    Zyta was already pulling away from Rath when he answered. “Bored! Dreadfully and deathly bored. I feel my talents being wasted sitting behind a table listening to the squabbles of peasants and stupid individuals who get lost at the bottom of a well. Your letter, your message of the romance of battle with all of its alluring pheromones is a godsend, when we are done allow me to treat you to dinner.”
     
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    Rath let out a laugh as he shook his head and took a step back, spreading his legs, taking a stance. His grip tightened upon the hilt of his sword, "The dead don't eat, Zyta. We're old friends all right, but I hope you don't plan on taking it easy on me. We'll have dinner, of that I have no doubt, but whether that meal is in this life," he drew his sword with flamboyant flourish of his carmine cloak, "or the next," he brandished the blade towards Zyta, a salute of battle, "That remains to be seen." His grin was energy displayed visibly, power and desire written across his face.
     
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    “Of course going easy on you was never my intention,” Zyta said, “only a fool would go easy on you knowing your strength in battle. Come at me!” At the final three words Zyta struck out his right hand and took up a fencing pose at the same instant that a Colichemarde sword appeared, hilt first with a growing blade, from his extended palm and was tightly clasped, but loosely hoisted into the air.
     
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    Rath grinned as he shook his head at the compliment. He watched the blade appear with a soft whistle, palming the hilt of his own blade gently, his fingers stretching out to encompass the flamboyant rosewood handle of his over-sized revolver Lover. In an instant he cast his body backwards with a rapid backpedal as the hand moved from his sword to grasp the gun and slam it upwards to unleash a flurry of bullets at Zyta. He kicked off the ground and flipped backwards, landing on the other side of the rock fist he had used as a seat moments before. With a flourishing whip of his crimson cloak he spun about and dropped behind the rocks, crouching low as the clatter of empty casings on stone filled the chimed softly on the now silent air. He felt the cool stone through his cloak as he pressed his back to it, reloaded the gun with deft motions, spinning the cylinder and letting the hinged gun snap shut with a flick of his wrist. He held his breath as he waited for the stone to explode around him. Six shots, even from a gun such as his, wouldn't be enough to stop Zyta. He expected a magic-based retaliation.

    (Just to be clear, neither of his two guns fire explosive rounds, Lover, is basically a normal gun with normal, .44 caliber rounds that pack a bit of an extra punch, it's based off Vash's gun. Mary Lu, Doc's old gun, is super powerful, like throw a man and horse backwards powerful, but he hasn't drawn her yet.)
     
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    The bullets sparked and resounded like thunder in mid-air just inches from Zyta as if cleaved by an invisible sword and ricochet in random directions. Looking closely the bullets was compressed in on itself as if it rammed into a wall of solid steel. Rath and guns made as much sense together as macaroni and cheese do; both were good alone but not half as great together. Knowing this it came as second nature to Zyta to have ready a defense against firearms.

    The sight of a fully functioning arm was still unnerving for Zyta, who grew as accustomed to the gunarm as his friendly counterpart. His retaliatory strike e was delayed by a matter of seconds marveling, as it was, the confidence that Rath moved the unfamiliar appendage with. Watch Rath retreat to gain some distance between the two, Zyta had to admit, was more than a little disappointing, no matter how practical that it was. Still Rath should have known better to widen the gap between the two.

    Instead of instantly attacking Rath, he still would but with Rath’s back turned towards Zyta it gave him ample time to erect any traps that may be used later. He knelt silently and touched the ground with his left, free, hand and sent traces of his energy beneath the surface where it moved in a free flowing pattern in the back of Zyta’s mind. Standing he hoisted his left hand and sent out three orbs that Rath knew oh so well. Two were the main attack and they were around to the left and right at increasing speeds in a very wide arc with Rath as a the focal point while the third went straight and blasting into the rock barrier that Rath hid behind with authority.
     
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    Rath's ears were trained to the peak of hearing, listening for every sound of movement, every twitch of nature. The pause in Zyta's retaliation made the rogue suspicious but he was too focused to speculate on the reason behind it. Energy. He felt a thrum of power shiver through the air, as if nature itself had caught a chill. No other human would have felt the attack, even Rath wouldn't have been able to feel it if he didn't know it so well. Sweat beaded on his forehead before he could master his fear, twist it to his will and knot it into power. He felt the rocks behind him shudder before blasting apart and spun about in an instant, slapping the stone with his palm and calling out, "Bang!" The explosion from his palm spared him from the blast by causing a destructive chain reaction that cast him backwards.

    He kicked off the ground and used the blast to propel himself backwards, flipping once and landing in a crouched position, smoke rising from his bowed form. He snapped up, bringing his gun to bear against Zyta and his attacks. Two shots rang out, lead collided with raw power. In an instant the gun was turned towards Zyta before the reactions from his previous shots could erupt to their full power. Four more shots tore through the air, screaming towards Zyta again. The gun unhinged and launched the empty casings to the ground, Rath was replacing them before they bounced twice.
     
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    Zyta had begun moving in a sideward motion as soon as he heard Rath shout Bang. He was moving sideways, but also backing away from the small oasis of trees and delving into the tall yellow grass of the plains. Rath aim was perfect, even when Zyta was moving Rath was keeping his body in sight, his gun trained and fired shots that would kill any ordinary person.

    Instead of defending himself with the same shield tactic as before, a maneuver which cost a lot of energy for what it did, he chose instead to meet each bullet in the same fashion that Rath took out both of his energy orbs; with a head-on collision. Zyta didn’t need a whole lot of power behind his defense, a simple explosion enough to divert the bullets instead of destroying them outright. Even with a vast surplus of energy at his disposal that at times seemed limitless, every energy attack and defense was carefully calculated to get the best bang for the smallest amount.

    Three of the bullets grazed Zyta in his upper torso as they ricochet while the fourth burrowed deep inside of his right bicep. The three that grazed Zyta pained him much like a bug bite would sting; there was no blood but the metal from the bullet was tempered with gunpowder from the gun and heated to extremely high degrees from the explosions burned the top two layers of skin where they each touched. With Zyta’s left hand he dug into his own bicep and pulled out the last bullet in a free flowing show of blood. Already clotting, the blood’s flow was slowing due to Zyta’s amazing healing abilities though for the moment his right arm was injured and would take a few minutes to heal enough to wield his sword at full capacity. However even in his current state he could wield the sword as an adept user, just not a master.

    When Rath had scored the first blood Zyta smiled and gave him a respectable nod of his head congratulating him. He had always known that Rath was capable of getting the first blood, he had never really anticipated that it would happen, believing with firm confidence that he could win the fight, in his cockiness, without getting injured.

    Immediately after pulling out Rath’s bullet he clutched it tightly in his left palm and changed its properties and turned the bullet into a shard of diamond with one end fatter than the other, though the smaller end came together to form a sharp, jagged point. He threw the diamond shard at Rath with all the strength that his left hand could muster, a considerable amount coming from Zyta, whizzing through the air with the speed of an arrow. It was, all in all, a very poor counterattack, no doubt Rath would have expected something grander.
     
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    The revolver snapped shut, cylinder still spinning, just as Zyta retaliated. Rath's eyes caught the motion of Zyta's arm and the rogue knew he was throwing something, what it was didn't matter as Rath considered Zyta's strength, anything he threw might as well be a cannon ball. He reacted as fast as he could, casting his right arm up as his body turned sideways, giving the thrown object a smaller target, and squeezing his fist tightly before opening his gloved palm with his fingers spread wide. A solid wall of light erupted from the glove instantly forming a barrier that covered half of Rath's height and double the width of his stance. He braced himself behind the light shield and nearly fell backwards when the diamond bit struck his shield. He was forced to take a stumbling step back before he could recorrect his stance and hold his position, even then his arm was cast backwards as sparks flew along the length of his shield and the light shattered like glass, disapating like melting crystal in the air.

    Rath barely managed to turn his head just in time to avoid the diamond shard as it shot past his cheek. When he turned back to Zyta with a grin and a nod of his own a faint line of red lay stark along his cheek. "Very nice," he said with a laugh, wiping the blood from his cheek, "I forgot to tell you Zyta, I made a deal with Doc before the whole end of the world thing. Him and I traveled together just before that and we took out the Black Desert Gang together. I made him promise not to kill anymore. I took part in that promise myself. I'm not saying I'll take it any easier, just thought you should know." The only reason I'm using a gun is because I know you can take it.
     
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    “What can you hope to achieve in telling me of a silly promise. You are a killer and can not as easily stop killing than you can stop breathing. You had better come at me with the intention to kill, for if you don’t then I have already won. I guarantee you that I am under no such qualms of killing anyone, you of all people should know that well.”
     
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    "Aye, you're right," his grin was fierce, "and you're the one person alive that I don't have to hold back for when I fight. Why do you think I started with a gun? If you don't see now, you'll know soon enough my old friend. I know you well, I'm not going to risk anything. It's all or nothing baby. Let's get serious." He reached quickly into his cloak and drew forth a yellow shell, pulled back the slide atop his gun and loaded the round smoothly, letting everything click into place before raising the weapon and leveling it at Zyta. He pulled the trigger and electricity jumped around him, sparks flew from the barrel as tendrils of static ran its length. The magnetic field was completed quickly and when he released the trigger a solid slug was blasted from the barrel with such force that it carried with it a sudden breeze and was reduced to a blue blur that streaked with surprising speed at the demi-god. The Railgun ballistamancy shell was perhaps Rath's latest favorite.
     
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    Zyta allowed Rath to prepare his next attack in peace in a show of confidence. And he always loved it when Rath played with his trinkets and special bullets so much that he would gladly accept the loss of a limb or two to see them all.

    When the magnetism begun the sword in his left hand flickered as if coming to life. It pulled against his hand. Zyta clutched it harder, but the sword pulled against him harder still until it forced itself free and flew forward, gaining speed. As the sword was reaching the epicenter of the field it rounded in an arc, speeding up, and reversed direction, following the preset north and south magnetic fields, and flew right back at Zyta like a blur of silver light.

    It couldn’t be seen by any eye, even Zyta’s, whether Rath’s railgun was fired and reached Zyta first or if his sword reached him first. With no time to react with his body Zyta threw up his barrier. However he was too late and his blade and some of the railgun blasted its way through the forming barrier. Zyta was picked up and thrown backwards from the impact, more of the railgun’s impact than from his sword. An arch of blood from Zyta’s torso trailed after his body in the air as a much smaller blood trail lingered above coming from his nose and mouth.

    The last portions of the railgun that actually slammed into the barrier was redirected wit the same force and speed back at Rath, but with his magnetic field still in place the speed quickly increased. Zyta sword hung in the air caught by the barrier; looking at the tip only about two inches of the blade was dripping with blood.

    Three seconds later Zyta slammed into the ground. His clothes were burned away where the railgun collided with his body. His skin showed signs of extreme electrical burns, the stab from his sword was closed thanks to the railgun’s burns, but instead blood was coming out from deep cracks that ran all over his chest from the point of impact.

    Zyta twitched and groaned, but he did not seem to be getting up for the moment.
     
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    Rath watched the aftermath of his attack as if it happened in slow motion. Zyta fell before him, casting blood and burnt pieces of flesh and clothes in all directions before thudding solidly upon the ground, despite the cushion of grass beneath him. Rath's breath caught in his throat as he dared not think about the possibilities of Zyta's condition. Lover was hosltered quickly near the hilt of his sword, the sword drawn with his opposite hand, pensively. He feared what he had done to Zyta, but he feared Zyta more, there was never any reason to let his guard down when fighting the demi-god. He approached Zyta cautiously, barely breathing, sword raised. His eyes darted over the wounds quickly and surmised that he was alive, at least.
     
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    Zyta lay motionless except for the occasional spout of pain that he showed. He knew that Rath was near, he could feel him, almost taste him on the air. From behind Rath the sound of Zyta’s sword cutting into the ground point first was heard as the barrier fell. He was gambling a lot on Rath not looking back, or if he does than to rush the attack. Instead of dropping the barrier the energy changed into an offensive form as orbs and chains floated in the air, lingering for only a second as Zyta took aim at Rath’s back before he let them fly.
     
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    Rath turned at the sound of Zyta's sword falling into the dirt, gun pointed at it fiercely, sword pointed at Zyta's form. His face blanched as he saw the chains and orbs form instantly before his eyes. The gun moved from sword to an orb with nothing more than a flinch of his wrist, his eyes wide with fear as his instincts took over before his mind could calm his fear. He pulled the trigger in an instant, moved, aimed and fired again. Before his expression could lose his fear four shots sounded as one and he tried to step back but was thrown from his feet by the resounding blast. A yell tore from his lips as the heat of the blast seared flesh and chains struck his flesh before he crashed solidly to the ground beside Zyta.

    His chest was seared badly and blood marred his face and vision as he struggled to regain his surroundings. The chains tangled his muscles roughly and constricted his form like snakes as he struggled to break free. One arm was out of the chains and free on the grass, but he couldn't see which way was up or down through the splotches in his vision. The impact with the ground had forced the breath from his lungs as if they could no longer sustain breath. He gasped fiercely as he struggled with the chains.
     
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    Zyta kicked up as soon as he knew that Rath was away from him. He did not look in Rath’s direction, but spat blood out of his mouth first on the spot where he had laid just moments earlier. He was controlling the chains in such a way that threatened death, but whose true objective was merely to restrain. For Rath it might seem that there are a lot of chains but really there were four of considerable length to give the illusion of a greater host. One end of each chain was in the buried in the ground as soon as Rath had hit the ground in an attempt to keep him pinned while the other end worked like a coiling snake around his body, separating the limbs and neck as best they could.

    During this Zyta checked his injuries and pushed two fingers in the whole in the center of his chest where his sword protruded. He winced and bit back a yell of pain; he had touched bone. Upon withdrawing his fingers the blood flowed fresh anew.

    “If I had not jumped with that, it would not have mattered how much forced I managed to repel; I’d still have died,” said Zyta with pure admiration for Rath. He refused to show it with his body, but he allowed Rath the appreciation of knowing how much damage his last attack done with his words, ragged and torn into bits of hazard breathing. “I wouldn’t struggle if I were you, they are designed to go boom if something breaks them.”

    OOC: Kick up, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtS1CEU2I0Q