Much of Desmond’s time he had with the Champion of the Dahannic heaven included
intimate talking. However, he was able to glean insight into his next fight. He was to head to the heaven of the Angic Way. He didn’t allow it to ruin the moment, however, he felt that he was going to be in a sour mood when he entered.
The heaven was that of something he would say looked to be out of a picture. It was a gorgeous mountain top monastery where a cool wind blew through. The sun had just risen as in the center of the courtyard stood a man Desmond never thought he’d see alive again. Desmond then thought,
I guess he’s dead hu?The man standing in front of him bows as he says, The Fist of the North, Riu Kai-Tan, tried to bow to Desmond,
”I am sorry for what I have done. You may pass. I wish not to bring more-”.
”-I’m not letting you off that easy old man!”Riu Kai-Tan in that moment looked up as he saw Desmond had already closed the distance and was about to kick him in the head. Riu lifted himself as he began to step back, where Desmond kept up his assault. He swung and struck nothing but air as Riu Kai-Tan showed his years of skill in action. Stemming from both his skill yet also strength with the gift, he was able to ‘see’ the countless variations of actions and moves Desmond would perform. To Riu Kai-tan, in singular combat, there was no action able to be performed that was not calculated and already responded to.
Riu Kai-Tan slowly shifted and moved, pacing every motion as he spoke with Desmond who was still trying to punch him,
”I understand your anger, I wish not to hurt you. I’ve done you-”.
”Shut up and fight!”.
Desmond was beginning to use magic as he continually was throwing punches and kicks, even with enhanced magics, they were still only that. Riu Kai-Tan knew what was going on in his mind, he wished to hit him. He understood fully that Desmond was hurting, he lost his friend, he lost his life, and now he was trying to do all this to fight him. He understood clearly, yet Riu Kai-Tan could not allow the man to throw away his life a 2nd time. If Riu Kai-Tan was struck, he was obligated to strike, it was something he must do, yet he wished to have allowed Desmond to pass. If Desmond passed, Riu Kai-Tan knew he could have possibly talked to the other Elites to allow him to pass. With him beating the Elites it would have allowed Desmond to wish for himself to return to the world, and acted as some form of penance for his crimes.
Desmond, however, had other plans. These strikes, punches and kicks were all tests. He was beginning to realize as he was fighting, Riu Kai-Tan was not fighting him with skills that would be considered normal. There was something supernatural, it was as if he was fighting a second ahead. Desmond felt like he was almost being read and the bastard was reacting far before he would even see an action happening. It was…
Exhilerating!Desmond never thought of something like this. To fight someone who could see every move he was able to make. To see each of his actions without a moment of hesitation and able to act in accordance against them. As Desmond swung an attack and made it seem like he was trying to punch when really he went to kick, he realized that there was a small delay. A moment of misunderstanding. Desmond’s eyes then sparkled, he knew what he had to do.
There was something here.
Just as he did countless times.
He needed to improve.
He needed to evolve.
Desmond began to swing at Riu Kai-tan, he punched and kicked, as he then began to wonder. What if he never committed to anything? Every action is set and prepared for another one. Every motion was built into being another level of action. As he thought, every motion was set to be another, as when an action is taken, he then performs an action in response. It seemed simple in nature, however, it needed to be built into the fighting, into Desmond’s mind. His thoughts had to not confuse himself, he needed to begin to fight in a constant level of planning.
He struck with constantly layering in the thoughts of performing different actions in the midst of an action. He prepared a constant stream of attacks, each one leading into the other, every one prepared to layer in another strike. There was not a single moment he allowed an attack to not be active in another way. A punch could be a grab, a kick can be altered to change it’s motion. Lunges can be knees, rolls can have attacks that move from each other. Desmond wasn’t landing hits, not yet, however, he could see he was on the right track. It was working. The once composed and serene Riu Kai-Tan began to look more serious, his movements sped up as now even his hands that were once on the small of his back were now out and moving with him.
Yet it wasn’t enough.
He hadn’t landed a hit.
Desmond had to become sharper. His skills needed to improve even further. He would not leave here, not without having proven who was right. Desmond knew who this man was after they fought, he knew his skills, and this was not a man who needed to fight. Desmond knew this was a man who was proven right power. He was an old man who was stronger than most. He dictated what was right or wrong, through his moral compass and what was to be determined through power.
Desmond didn’t care about the intentions, Riu Kai-Tan determining if he believed he was good or not did not matter. What mattered to him was who won, and the problem of it all, he was exactly the same as all the other monsters Desmond hated. The strong and the wealthy ruled, they dictated the laws, they dictated what was right, and what was wrong, and there was no say from the rest. Those who had to live under those rules, those who followed those morals, it was the people who needed to deal with this world and who should have been the ones to be the determiners of the world.
Not men like him.
He should have stepped down.
Now Desmond will make sure he stays here and allowed the world to run its course.
The attacks became more vicious, Desmond became much more ruthless as his body seemed to move in ways that could be described as ethereal. To Riu Kai-Tan, he could see the countless flowing motions, it was as if Desmond had trained all his life in different styles of combat. He flowed like water, struck like fire, he moved and shifted through countless motions. His eyes were always looking into a place far past where Riu Kai-Tan could even see.
It was as if Desmond was looking to a point far higher than himself.
As it was then Riu Kai-Tan saw it. The moment Desmond punched, he shifted. That punch shifted into a grab, which Riu Kai-Tan lept back from, yet before he could fully move Desmond had already shifted into a motion and swung his leg to try and sweep Riu Kai-Tan’s feet. Riu Kai-Tan then could only leap to dodge the leg sweep, which then in a single moment, Desmond dropped to the floor where he pushed against the floor with his arms and shoulders, launching himself up into a double boot kick. Riu Kai-Tan used his magic to land on the ground as Desmond flipped in the air. His feet landed the same moment Riu Kai-Tan’s did, as it was in that moment Desmond moved even faster. He continued to strike, his movements became so fast that he seemed to blur. Riu Kai-Tan then fully realized, it was the countless possibilities Desmond was performing all at once. He layered multiple attacks together, different possibilities from different actions. Different movements through different variables. Riu Kai-Tan realized it fully there, Desmond had begun to create a style with the sole purpose of fighting mages who could see into the future.
He created a weapon to beat the abilities of time mages and other beings with foresight.
Yet that was not the only trick Riu Kai-Tan had. Far from it, yet it was the moment that Riu Kai-Tan felt it, he knew it was too late.
Desmond was to land a punch directly to Riu Kai-Tan’s face. His hand moved at an unnatural speed, as Desmond struck it, and his arm fractured and broke.
Riu Kai-Tan looked to Desmond as he then spoke,
”Stop now-”.
Then another strike came, this time it did not even register in Riu Kai-Tan’s mind as he was struck across the face and it felt like a freight train. Desmond twisted as he moved once more as he pulled his broken arm up and struck again, and it was in that moment Riu Kai-Tan was fully angered. The arm broke and turned into ribbons as Desmond stuck with all the power he could muster and Riu Kai-Tan bounced all the impact back with a bit more.
Riu Kai-Tan gave him chances, he tried to give an apology, and yet here he was striking him. Biting the outreaching hand.
Riu Kai-Tan reached up and took hold of Desmond’s hand and struck him. Desmond’s arm ripped off as Riu Kai-Tan realized he had just performed something he shouldn’t have.
Desmond was launched 40 feet as Riu Kai-Tan realized that he struck Desmond quite heavily. He realized that he had done something he shouldn’t have. His hand began to shake as he looked to his now bloodied hand that held the arm of another student. Even if he did not truly kill him a second time, there was a moment he looked up as flashbacks occurred.
Then he saw Desmond rise. His broken body seems unbroken, his missing arm dumped blood and his other arm was completely turned into barely hanging on flesh. Then his eyes rose and met Riu Kai-Tan’s as there was nothing but determination.
Riu Kai-Tan yelled out to Desmond,
”End this! Stop then I will allow-”!
Was it a sense of worry? Was it a sense of fear?
There was a moment that it felt like the energy around him was not moving, being drawn in, or taken, yet it felt like existence itself shifted and shaped. It felt as if reality shaped and warped around Desmond, as Riu Kai-Tan’s hand began to shake. Riu Kai-Tan was witnessing something that could only be described as magic, that which is arcane and mystical, as this was a magic that could not make sense. It can only be believed if one witnessed it. It was…
An almost demonic smile crossed Desmond’s face as the strangest feeling began to fill Riu Kai-Tan, it was dread.
From Desmond’s arms 2 onyx black poles formed like that of bones. Riu Kai-Tan could not understand what they were made of, it was a material that he could not sense through, and any energy around it seemed to get pulled in like a black hole. From the ends came 5 more poles that seemed to resemble fingers. Those onyx poles began to form and shift as from the tip of them formed what was silvery claws. Riu Kai-Tan, for all his years and countless experiences, could not tell what the claws or the bones were made of, yet, what came next, he knew all too well.
From those claws onyx black scales began to explode out and forming what looks to be fingers. Those scales were similar to what was studied from Zarina Al-Nader when she was transformed under the 5 moons. The scales of a Tyrannus Horrifer. The fingers and claws began to fill in with black spindly wires that bound and wrapped around each other as the black scales were forced to expand before retracting giving the fingers full form. Riu Kai-Tan couldn’t believe what was happening, he couldn’t even begin to fathom the countless thoughts going on in the eyes of Desmond. As all Riu Kai-Tan saw was a shadow was cast over Desmond’s face as he wore such a smile that it could be mistaken for the Arch Devil’s himself.
Riu Kai-Tan knew he should have attacked. He knew he should have moved far before any of this happened. He should have acted and stopped such a thing from happening. He knew Desmond Catulus had many tricks, countless tools, and an almost limitless pool of thoughts. And yet he could not move a single finger as he watched in horror as Desmond created a tool in front of him. One that both was light and dark, hot and cold. These arms, these terrible arms that seemed to draw in cold and inverted light as it produced darkness. These terrible devices that seem to flip the very notions existence. Riu Kai-Tan could only think of calling them:
From the fingers of these Arms of Annihilation, the wirey muscles exploded out, beginning to cover the hands. Within the muscles began to form golden tubes, silvery white pipes, and reddish-blue spikes began to form within. These strange completely nonliving objects pushed up and out from where the elbow bends and all down the arm creating outward spikes and jagged plates. The moment the muscles connected fully with Desmond’s body, Riu Kai-Tan began to feel an incredible weight press on him as a hissing sound began to come from Desmond as he began to step forward,
”Sorry Old man, I had to make these since you ripped mine off. Let’s get started”.
As Desmond pulled his arms up, Riu Kai-Tan began to feel the draw of energy, as the energy he was sensing began to swell up and be condensed in the arms. Riu Kai-Tan sensed no manas within yet strangely there was so much energy within them that they could have been mistaken for atomic infinity loops. Then in that moment his vision was completely overwhelmed.
Riu Kai-Tan felt a strike directly to his stomach as he realized Desmond had perfected his technique. Desmond had attacked with such skill that in Riu Kai-Tan’s eyes, there were countless variations of Desmond’s move. Yet what was overwhelmingly obvious was that the strike struck with much more power than he could have anticipated.
Riu Kai-Tan realized that this was not a fight that he could stop. He needed to end it, as in that moment, Riu Kai-Ran performed Temporal magic. He did not wish to use it, however he needed to, it was the only way for him to finish this and leave some dignity.
Yet he felt in that moment as he pulled upon the strings of time, it was ripped from his grasp and the energy he exerted was ripped from his control entirely. It was then he realized why the Arms filled him with such dread, within them held the power of Chaos. A marble of Eshiran was within them and they struck with such devastating power because of the gift of the Chaos Marble. Yet that was what made Riu Kai-Tan even more concerned, what had Desmond done to make such a weapon of calamity?
Did he flirt with the Divine Damsel of Devastation?
Was he Eshiran’s avatar?
Another strike landed upon Riu Kai-Tan’s body as he knew he had to fight back. He used his monstrous power with the Gift and pulled in such a great heave of energy that the entire world seemed to have gone dark. He aimed to finish this in a single blow as he pulled his fist back and aimed to take Desmond’s head clean off. Yet as his fist connected he felt all the energy he put into the strike was dispersed as Desmond’s head turned with the strike. It couldn’t make sense, the Desmond Catulus he knew could not perform such a feat of power, yet he just did.
Desmond twisted his lower body as he aimed to strike Riu Kai-Tan dead in the chest. Riu Kai-Tan lifted his hand as he aimed to send all the energy back and using the power he can draw to then try and destroy these abominable arms. Yet the moment he took notice of the arm, he realized that there was something more to it. The spikes, tubes, and pipes seemed to resonate with such a great deal of energy, they glowed. As lightning, plasma, and fire spewed and launched from the arm, it struck with such tremendous power it created a small explosion.
Riu Kai-Tan felt the fist impact as he took the energy in and tried to send it directly back into Desmond’s arm, as he realized that couldn’t work anymore. As he felt the energy he sent back was absorbed into the arm, channeled through the spikes, tubes, and pipes, and sent straight back through the fist again. Riu Kai-Tan barely drew enough energy from the hit to then send it into the ground to save himself, yet he was blown back a few feet. As there his once well-known and respected robe he wore in life and in the afterlife was ruined again.
Desmond did not let up his assault as he immediately dashed at Riu Kai-Tan. The energy within his arms seemed to begin to flow within him as it moved like water. It didn’t make sense, Riu Kai-Tan knew Desmond’s history, within the knowledge of the Forked Tower, Desmond was a strong mage, yet there was nothing within that spoke of these almost impossible moves. His arms were filled with an incredible amount of energy and it began to leak into the rest of his body.
Desmond became faster, and stronger, the distance between Desmond and Riu Kai-Tan vastly shrunk in this short period of time. As now, even the power of the Gift meant nothing to Desmond. As when Riu Kai-Tan attempted to perform possibly the most underhanded tactic he could, it failed. Riu Kai-Tan tried to perform a draw against Desmond himself, to try and take away Desmond’s arms to finish the fight. Yet as he tried, he felt he could not get a grasp, it was as if Desmond was immune to the very power Riu Kai-Tan had over him.
As they continued to fight Desmond threw a constant flurry of blows that struck and created explosions. Each one created plasma in their wake as continuously Riu Kai-Tan could feel the energy ramping up. The power increased, as it was then he realized, Desmond was not gaining power through drawing energy from different sources. It was the arms themselves that was drawing in the energy. It began to take in the energy from every strike they performed, every motion, every action, and every time Riu Kai-Tan tried to interact with them.
As now, Riu Kai-Tan finally understood,
These Arms of Annihilation were truly weapons to destroy everything. They were made to only grow in power as the moment they finally struck true, Riu Kai-Tan accepted his fate.
The Aporic Arms of Annihilation were designed to draw in all forms of energy at all times and store it within the bone cores, muscles, spikes, tubes, and pipes. They will leak energy constantly as the higher the energy storage the harder it is to contain, meaning that they will constantly gain strength as they use, but there is a plateau. Yet these arms are able to at anytime unleash the energy in it’s entirety.
And destroy anything in their path.
As the arena erupted in such a devastating explosion, few could believe anything was there in the first place. Yet as the light dissipated, in the center of a crater that had flattened the once ginormous mountain, stands Desmond.
He takes a breath in as he smiles, opening his arms as he begins to bask in the sun.
As there in the rubble appears Riu Kai-Tan, as he watches Desmond celebrate to himself and leaves, never saying a word to him.
As everything needed to be said, was already known to both of them.