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    1. Redglade 8 yrs ago

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Matthew let out a sharp exhale, putting his hands together with steam escaping his mouth. Channeling the War Domain bound to his soul he called forth a weapon, admittedly, not his own. But rather the weapon of his fallen cousin, William Redglade that had been stored within his soul. The katana known as Grace, a Rift Stone/Angelic Steel blade of an icy blue color. Clawed digits of the Warbound's right hand clasped around the ornate hilt of the divine weapon, the claws of his left dragging along the blade and causing blue sparks to fly from the blade. And as Gruzen went to start firing off concussive blasts his opponent leaned in with his right foot forward, the left sliding back.

When the first concussive blast was let loose Matthew took off in a red streak, a sonic boom left in his wake. His left hand took hold of Grace's hilt just under the right, the blade coming down on the incoming blast and cleaving through the concussive force itself with the Forces of Chaos. Thus he rendered the first only a gust of wind good for kicking up the twin tails of his coat for dramatic effect. The aura signifying the presence of his manipulated Force was blue with this weapon in hand. Then the rest of the barrage came for him. He moved his left hand from the blade, slipping it behind his coat.

Quickly pulling the hand back revealed one of his AMT Hardballers, with the engraving "Redglade" etched along the right side of the barrel. But on the left was the name "Scarlet." He shifted his stance, holding the gun out forward as a faint red glow came from the entirety of the firearm. Trigger pull after trigger pull, spent casing after spent casing, each blast was eliminated by the Chaos infused rounds that Matthew let loose from the Scarlet hand cannon. That was when he noticed Gruzen suddenly vanish in the form of lightning.

And, rather predictably, the Elemental thought it'd be an ingenious idea to attack from behind. With a simple turn around Grace was spun with expert dexterity, emitting a new Force. The Force of Order. Matthew turned the weapon's blade into a Lightning Rod, calling forth the bolts released by Gruzen. The blade absorbed the immense electricity, subjugating it with the Forces of Order. The Warbound's hand ran along the blade, causing it to crackle with a more vibrant blue lightning. To such an extent the sky itself began to darken as thunder boomed in the distance.

"This.. this is for the Fallen.." Matthew said as rain began to fall, his coat and eyes turning blue. Exerting the War Domain he called forth the previous five blades, which levitated beside him. With every few steps a thunder boom and every breath a lightning strike, the blue clad warrior holstered Scarlet. Particles swirling around the Half Blood's hand, materializing Grace's sheath and nesting the blade within. Causing the electrical output to transmit from the sword to the sheath, then to the Halfling himself. The vessel began to crackle with the electricity, eyes glowing brighter as he retook the stance before with his gaze fixated on Gruzen.
Matthew's red eyes flared as his blades made contact with Gruzen's own weaponry. With each successful strike the Chaos composing them flowed into Gruzen's swords, speeding up each blade's molecules and reducing them to liquid metal, not unlike thermal expansion. The red clad Hunter then channeled the metal to him with a free hand while his opponent accumulated the energies of nature. Acting upon his will the Chaos within the liquid metal began rapidly separating blobs and reforming them. Causing them to undergo a swift change back to a solid state. Four razor sharp blades circling around the Nephalem.

"Now.. I'm motivated!" Matthew yelled out, as each individual blade began to crackle with red electricity. Empowered with their new master's wretched and divine power. As those four spheres spread out, and proceeded to rush him from all directions, the blades began to rapidly swirl around him and cause a field of energy. And like a pack of ravenous hunters they would rapidly devour those spheres energy spheres as each had been a fraction of the original spehere's power. Once the spheres had been consumed, the whirlwind of blades began to slow down, before dropping to the ground with a few dinging sounds as their own power was depleted. And once they were out of the way Gruzen would find the reason behind this sudden power surge.

There stood the Nephalem, no longer in the visage of man, but of the Warbound. He stood at the same height, his trench coat was now made of scales and lacked a hood. Underneath the coat he wore a set of dark gray armor, Nephaelic sigils carved into the plates. Red eyes stared at Gruzen through slits of an armored mask as Matthew spun the katana into an underhanded grasp, before hurling it at his target with the might of a Demon packed behind it. There was a small boom in the sky as the weapon tore through the air, threatening to skewer the poor boy if he wasn't quick enough to react.
Red eyes flashed, wisps of Chaos flowing as the sheath clashed with the dome. Upon contact the Chaos rushed into the dome, merging with it and spreading it's influence to the barrier. In response the barrier would be rapidly devoured by the Primordial Force, much like the gust of wind earlier expelled by Gruzen. Then in one swift motion he kicked back off of the ground when the sphere of energy was tossed, flying away from the opponent. As it made way toward him he drew his katana once more, delivering a downward slash. Once again a blade of Chaos shot forth form the weapon with the speed of lightning. It tore through the air, leaving a vacuum in it's wake. The Primordial edge would tear through the spirit energy, splitting the sphere in two. Though as it did such it would dissipate before reaching Gruzen.

However, Matthew was far from done. He landed on his feet, sliding back from the momentum gained from the flight. The Nephalem leaned forward, before breaking into a dash. He slid under the halves of the sphere, tilting his upper body back while his knees kicked up dust. When he was safely past the attack he would spin on his knees, by redirecting his body weight as his upper body rose back up. In a rotation of three hundred and sixty degrees Matthew would violently slash through the air, firing off a barrage of Chaos blades toward Gruzen. They merged together in a series of X formations, threatening the split the Wind Elemental into pieces.
A sigh escaped the Hybrid as the male spoke. And when Gruzen inhaled the oxygen the Chaos around the Nephalem flared, only intensifying at the presence of spiritual energy. With his inhuman speed Matthew drew the katana from the sheath, slashing the air within the same motion. A blade of Chaos was shot from the Rift Stone blade, molding into the Spiritual Wind exhaled by the opponent. It would rapidly consume the spiritual essence and nullify the wind before dissipating. The movement caused Matthew to slide his right foot back, his upper body leaning forward.

Then Gruzen charged. Pivoting on his right foot the Hunter swung the sheath up from his lower back, using it to parry the incoming katana. The sheath would knock the katana away and leave an opportune moment. Matthew planted his left foot firm on the ground, spinning the weapon into an underhanded grasp. He was quick to sheath the weapon, jerking his arm back while using his right hand on the pommel of the hilt to propel the sheath with added force. The end of the sheath was directed for Gruzen's gut. The power the Nephalem was putting behind the strike would be enough to wind the Wind Elemental, possibly leaving him gasping for air.
A sigh escaped the Hunter as he heard the shouting far off in the distance. It wasn't hard for him to pick up, due to his heightened senses. His gaze shifted over toward the direction of the second male, before bending his knees slightly. The simple motion built up enough power for the Hybrid to launch off the ground in a blur, speeding across the grassy terrain. In mere moments the Nephalem would arrive before the elemental, shifting his body weight and sliding to a halt. With his left hand Matthew held the katana sheath, sizing up the challeneger. His thumb slowly ran along the stone carapace of the sheath, pressing against the circular hilt guard. There was no presence of any Angelic or Demonic aura, nor any hints of the male before him being of any supernatural descent. A Hunter would pick up on such traits after all.

" Do you need to be so loud?" Asked the Hunter in Red as his composure became more relaxed, resting the sheath horizontally along his lower back. Red eyes focused on the male, watching for any sudden movements. It was evident from the look on his face that he didn't want to harm a Human unless it was absolutely necessary. He took notice of the katana the Human held within his grasp. Locking eyes with the Elemental the Hybrid began to emit a disorderly aura, red wisps of a Primordial Force flowing about him. Matthew hopped back a few feet to give himself some room from the armed male.

"I'll give you one chance to walk away," spoke the Nephalem.
A calm breeze swept across the vast open plains, causing the blades of grass to slowly sway along. There was a tranquil silence to the secluded area, as there wasn't even a hint of local wildlife or Human activity. Pair that with the beautiful blue sky overhead and one could surely lose themselves staring upward at the passing clouds. And Matthew Redglade had done exactly that. His eyes were shut as he dozed quietly with his head propped up on his forearms. The male's attire wasn't exactly orthadox; as he donned a hooded, red, trench coat that ran down to his ankles. Underneath the male wore a dark gray top without any sleeves. Fastened around his waist was a dark brown belt with a silver, ornate, buckle. It was looped through the black combat pants he wore on his lower body, with the cuffs tucked into the combat boots at his feet.

Red eyes snapped open before he sat up, running a gloved hand through his brown hair. Matthew rose to his feet with a yawn. The young male, young for his species anyway, gave off a mixed aura; a perfect blend of Angelic and Demonic essence. Though a faint presence of conflict lingered around him it seemed to be mostly dormant. He picked up a pair of custom AMT Hardballers, with a silver colored slide and a red grip. They each had the texture of smooth stone. The Hybrid slipped his hands in his coat and behind his back, holstering the hand cannons at his belt. He held out his right hand, seemingly grasping the air. A red force came into existence, molding the air particles in his "grasp" into a katana sheath. Next the blade itself came into existence, nestled within the stone sheath before the force he conjured faded. It looked to be that all his weapons were made of this material. Rift Stone.

A common material in the Nephalem Rifts that he frequented in search for more answers about his being. Fifty years of travels and he had wound up in the vast empty field, where for once there was nothing but peace and quiet. Matthew walked through the field at a brisk pace, his hair swaying a bit in the wind. His walk brought him to the ocean's edge at the other side of the field; his gaze fixated on the surface. Slowly another being manifested in the form of a reflection on the surface, standing beside him. The other entity had some resemblance to him, except his hair was white and his eyes were electric blue. And a navy blue cloak covered the length of his body. An oddity was that the same figure didn't appear beside Matthew as he had manifested as a part of the Nephalem's psyche; his fallen cousin. Matthew crossed his arms, the sheath nestled in the crook of his elbow.

"What brings you here, cousin?" Asked the visage of the departed Nephalem.

"A chance to collect my thoughts, and I guess you're a part of them now," muttered the red coated male as the reflection of his cousin began to wane in the rippling waters, slowly sinking into the depths of his mind...
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