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Zephyr kept his gaze locked on his assailant while a darkened set of knuckles ran past his face. Air fled to give the fist a wide enough berth during its course, lest it be consumed by the shadows. The attack was crude and easily evaded, yet there was a notable measurement of acuity to it that piqued the youth’s attention. It was evident that despite his opponent’s recent conception it’s mental evolution was on a fast-track. After deftly side-stepping the colossus after it had wounded the earth, he locked gazes with the elemental and followed suit, widening the gap between them as well. The boy firmly grasped Azrael, an affirmation that the scythe was still ready to embrace its foe even more. With his posture lower to the ground, Zephyr was ready to burst over the field to the shadowy enemy.

The thought never crossed his mind that the colossus’ arsenal was strictly comprised of various ways to throw its fists. That would be naive, and naivety could easily be rearranged into death.

He felt it instantaneously. The sensation crawled its way up his spine and simultaneously took command of his axis and atlas to pivot his head down to the source. An array of tendrils encompassed his vision, all of which were racing their way at him, as if they were vying to see which would pierce its target first. A level-headed approach analyzed the approaching entities. One thing he noticed right off the bat was their speed. Sure, they were transgressing the air like it was nothing, but their movements were rather… lethargic. They were decoys in a sense. Or more likely dummies to harvest data from. The cannon fodder generated by the colossus served the sole purpose of being cut down, and from their remains the creator would piece together a new, calculated ploy.

But it’s not like Zephyr didn’t have a few aces in the hole himself.

He first started in a calm walk, then a jog, and gradually increased his movement until it culminated into a full on sprint dead set for the incoming tendrils. The darkness user brandished Azrael’s slick shape in preparation as he finally met the first envoy of the maelstrom. In one fluent motion the inner part of the blade was drawn upwards and sliced through the object like butter. The severed portion of the tendril flew past Zephyr’s cool complexion on its remaining momentum until it dissipated into an opaque mist shortly after, as did the main body. The boy pressed onwards and churned his way through the seemingly endless assault. Every beat from his music translated into a lobbed off tendril. With the upbeat tune blasting into his ears, Zephyr could discern the movement of shadows among the many other factors more easily. They lacked any capacity for unity and soon enough the student broke free of the storm. Once again he was greeted by unoccupied air, still yet to be met by the emissions of conflict. With a honed combat stance, Zephyr burst his way towards his foe for another clash.

David and his endeavor against the Philistine Goliath. That’s what he related this brawl with. Though the champion of Gath dwelled in direct comparison to the colossus. While he was undeniably powerful, he was not omnipotent. He was human to the core. He could be felled by natural means of combat, may it have been by a blade or a well placed smoothstone. David was the youngest of eight, and with no hopes for him in combat lacked anything remotely close to prowess. Zephyr was much like David, a sentiment he took to heart. But if he was presented with the question, he would rather taken on Goliath any day.

Even though his small stature sentenced him to an appearance far from imposing, when applied in actual combat it was priceless. As a punch flew straight at him, Zephyr brought the the side of Azrael’s blade under the arm. He grazed it ever so slightly, which alone was able to  send it sailing completely off course. It wasn’t the boy who was guiding the weapon. The weapon moved of its own accord and decided to take the boy along on its graceful waltz. They were one, two entities of unadulterated darkness that operating in perfect harmony.

[color=#d40b0b]”Capture.”[/color] The shadow that had rested on the ground behind him suddenly shot up jetted its way towards the arm. The mass of darkness coalesced and took hold of the colossus’ appendage, simultaneously solidifying into a secure mold. Before his opponent could tear its arm free, Zephyr leaped onto the extremity and flipped over its shoulder. Without a moment to lose he pressed the bottom of Azrael’s snath to the elemental’s toiling back. 

[color=#d40b0b]”Gungnir.”[/color] 

The sleek blade that the weapon donned suddenly receded into the adumbral post. Only a brief moment of silence delineated between what the colossus had adapted to and what would follow. At the speed of a lightning bolt appearing from a sea of darkness, a spearhead abruptly ruptured from the dark hide. The colossus’ armor splintered as Zephyr pushed the polearm further through its body as it took form, finally stopping at just a quarter over seven feet. The elemental gave no vivid sign that it was experiencing pain. Its arms and composure had slacked completely, letting all of its weight rest on the spear.

Zephyr already deduced that it was a feint. All of a sudden the colossus’ head wheeled around an exact one hundred and eighty degrees, emitting a sound that could be likened to the sloshing of water. Its vibrant circular eyes met a glassy gaze. 

[color=#d40b0b]”Hi.”[/color] The boy greeted as he stomped down any climax that may have built up.

Although they were both equally inexpressive, the elemental’s stare burned with a far more intense essence. In this respect, Zephyr couldn’t even dream of sizing up to his opponent. The colossus reformatted its arms and legs so that they were now properly facing the student. The boy tugged the spear from his foe just in time to guard himself against the pair of fists striking down on him. Zephyr’s shoes dug into the earth as the two tested each other’s mettle. Technically he was the first to sink his teeth into his contestant. Even though it was equal to a miniscule scratch, the spear had still wounded the heart of light. But at a cost. The dots of light gradually grew brighter as the elemental's gaping chest mended itself. The student took this as a bad omen and shifted back once his back was low enough. The hulk's fists continued into the grass, each creating a spread of cracks in the platform. 

The boy lengthened the gap between them just to be safe. Capitalizing on this sparse span of respite, Zephyr adjusted his handling and stance to complement the new weapon. He honestly wanted to call timeout and lose himself in the panorama provided by the platform’s elevated height, but he was fairly certain the colossus would allow him that leisure. With Gungnir at the ready by his side, the boy braced himself for whatever was soon to follow. Rays of light stemming from the sun fell upon the ground around him, but didn’t dare to travel anywhere close to the weapon or the boy.

[@Zelosse]