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Galand spun and twirled his spear with deft precision, slashing and smashing the onslaught of stone out of the air with ease. He laughed mockingly at the effort, bolting forward and weaving around into a spinning pivot to drive the harpoon blade of his spear into Altanis and skewer her clean through.
The blow never landed, though.
A shimmering field of scarlet energy sprang to life, the blade glancing off of it like a steel wall, much to the warrior demon's surprise. It was similarly surprising when what felt like a sledgehammer struck his chin, his head suddenly rocketing upward and sending him flipping ass over teakettle through the air, landing in an unsteady heap when he finally hit the ground again.
Reaching up to re-adjust his mangled helmet back into its proper place, he snorted in delight. "So you do have some fight in you, then? Then maybe this'll be interesting after all!"
"I have more than some fight in me," Altanis growled, her entire body shimmering in a haze of scarlet. She hated that she had to get serious to this extent against a single opponent. She had scarcely exerted so much force even during the events of the last Dante's Abyss, when there had been hundreds of targets to contend with. That she was being forced to go so far against one...
"Gyahahaha!" Galand was back on his feet in an instant, spear in hand, and whirled it around in a broad arc. Sand and dust kicked up in the force of the maneuver, and then a second spinning sweep followed. "Bunzaradun!" he roared, as his spear spun into a blurring tornado. Chunks of the ground and nearby buildings were torn free, pulverized into fragments as a hailstorm of blows rained down upon everything. Like a rainstorm small explosions, every one throwing up clouds of rubble and dust.
Altanis was forced to retreat, drawing well back and frantically throwing out wave after wave of mental force to ward off the worst of the force coming her way. Even so, she didn't escape entirely unscathed, winding up covered in deep gashes and puncture wounds from the sheer speed of the attacks. They were relatively shallow, compared to more decisive and fully wound-up strikes, but still more than enough to be deadly.
The gale of strikes ended, revealing Galand standing in the midst of a wrecked street, green eyes blazing through his helmet and his mouth torn open in a screaming grin of delight. He bolted forward, his footsteps churning and tearing apart the already ruined ground even further as he hurled himself forward at a low angle, seeming to hover and slide over the ground like a meteor.
Altanis held her ground, thrusting both hands forward to release a wave of energy that met the warrior demon head-on, releasing a burst of raw force like a bomb going off.
The blow never landed, though.
A shimmering field of scarlet energy sprang to life, the blade glancing off of it like a steel wall, much to the warrior demon's surprise. It was similarly surprising when what felt like a sledgehammer struck his chin, his head suddenly rocketing upward and sending him flipping ass over teakettle through the air, landing in an unsteady heap when he finally hit the ground again.
Reaching up to re-adjust his mangled helmet back into its proper place, he snorted in delight. "So you do have some fight in you, then? Then maybe this'll be interesting after all!"
"I have more than some fight in me," Altanis growled, her entire body shimmering in a haze of scarlet. She hated that she had to get serious to this extent against a single opponent. She had scarcely exerted so much force even during the events of the last Dante's Abyss, when there had been hundreds of targets to contend with. That she was being forced to go so far against one...
"Gyahahaha!" Galand was back on his feet in an instant, spear in hand, and whirled it around in a broad arc. Sand and dust kicked up in the force of the maneuver, and then a second spinning sweep followed. "Bunzaradun!" he roared, as his spear spun into a blurring tornado. Chunks of the ground and nearby buildings were torn free, pulverized into fragments as a hailstorm of blows rained down upon everything. Like a rainstorm small explosions, every one throwing up clouds of rubble and dust.
Altanis was forced to retreat, drawing well back and frantically throwing out wave after wave of mental force to ward off the worst of the force coming her way. Even so, she didn't escape entirely unscathed, winding up covered in deep gashes and puncture wounds from the sheer speed of the attacks. They were relatively shallow, compared to more decisive and fully wound-up strikes, but still more than enough to be deadly.
The gale of strikes ended, revealing Galand standing in the midst of a wrecked street, green eyes blazing through his helmet and his mouth torn open in a screaming grin of delight. He bolted forward, his footsteps churning and tearing apart the already ruined ground even further as he hurled himself forward at a low angle, seeming to hover and slide over the ground like a meteor.
Altanis held her ground, thrusting both hands forward to release a wave of energy that met the warrior demon head-on, releasing a burst of raw force like a bomb going off.