Thread: In the Name of the Almighty (Razgriz x Karameida)

War King Endymion Endymion continued to deflect War's strikes, even as his blood created a growing crimson stain on his tuxedo. He was still in disbelief that the Red Horseman had struck with such speed and precision it was a miracle, though he did not know this, that he'd survived an encounter with War for this long. War, on the other hand, was not pleased at all his anger was starting to violently boil over now, the menacing red energy whipping the air around his opponent and himself. Even as he swung his titanic blade, its length could be seen sucking in large quantities of it, the effect giving the sword the appearance of having copious tides of blood run along its length. The fact this human was still alive infuriated the Red Rider the Red Horseman, by himself, had extinguished a planet full of warriors of far greater capacity than Endymion, and yet somehow this mortal was managing to evade and block despite the grave injury he'd been dealt. Even so, War would express a tinge of honor in his actions by still refusing to engage the Queen and her protector. Mortal, you had best not let your guard falter now I am nowhere near finished yet! War growled as he swung his blade from his left side once more the King of Crystal Tokyo ducked, feeling the force of the strike cleave mere fractions of an inch from his hair. The blow would have been fatal, too, were it not for Endymion's reflexes the resultant pressure spike from War's swing traveled forward, cleaving yet another building at its middle and forcing the partially damaged structure to crumble on top of itself. Before Endymion could even think of recovering, the Horseman's massive form loomed over him, the gigantic sword of destruction raised over his head the King managed to gain enough of a footing to try and block War's strike, but he would see that it was pointless. Their swords collided one last time, War's blade shattering Endymion's and cutting deep into the King's body, the edge creating an even larger gash from his left shoulder to right hip and forcing an agonized howl from his lips. Endymion then felt a hand grab him by the scruff of his bloodied tuxedo and throw him hard towards a tree, inadvertently placing him closer to Sailor Moon and Sailor Mars. Endymion thought fast as he flew through the air, throwing four roses at once as if to try and impale the Horseman again, which was easily dodged even if it wasn't necessary as War might charge forward to engage Endymion yet again for a follow-up attack, he felt himself snag on something, his shoulders stopping in a jerking motion. What? he snarled a quick look revealed that the roses penetrated the cape, anchoring it into the hardened ground. Nrgh! Cowardly tactic! War half-shouted, trying to wrench his cloak free and finish this fight. Endymion then crashed hard into the brittle trunk, causing it to creak and shake as he slid down to a sitting position. Crystal Tokyo's King looked up to see War struggling to reach around and free himself from the temporary trap, his bulk preventing him from getting too much of a range of motion at least he wasn't going anywhere for a little bit. That should buy me a minute.....If I'm lucky Endymion said as he clutched his shoulder and chest, an eye closed as his chest heaved from the fatigue. The flight into the hardened oak didn't help either he could swear that he felt some of his ribs crack from the force of the impact, but put it out his mind despite how agonizingly painful his injuries were. He needed to keep going, else the city would certainly fall before the onslaught of these monstrous creatures. Regardless, Endymion could feel the red liquid soak into his gloves, making his hands feel warm and sticky he quickly took them both off, along with his own cape, to weakly fashion the latter into a makeshift pressure wrap. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would help stem the blood loss and give him a chance to try and keep going. This...Thing, this demon. ..He was far more powerful than anything he had faced before, and despite his best efforts, War hardly had a scratch on him. His rose technique was utterly useless save for buying him a precious few minutes he gleaned War wasn't the type to let himself get caught by the same technique twice. Even worse, Endymion could feel his own anger starting to flare up as much as he tried to keep a level head, he felt himself starting to get flustered. Endymion shook his head to try and clear his mind, but it didn't work his eyes then wandered down to his shattered blade, his expression a stern grimace as he threw the now-useless weapon aside. He stood up on shaking legs, using the hardened trunk as a crutch lest he pass out from exhaustion. Damn...Have to finish this quickly.... Endymion grumbled as he held his head in one hand, his teeth clenching a little in frustration. War took notice of this as much as his own passive power helped him, he hated it simply because these damn humans were too weak to resist it. And there was no honor in fighting a mentally compromised opponent. Endymion, however, managed to suppress the influence for the moment and regain his composure. Horseman......All you talk of is preserving the Balance and how Earth has upset it. If we truly are criminals in your eyes, does the accused not deserve to hear why it has been selected for judgment? War paused in his movements, his eyes peering from beneath the helmet to properly address the question Because you are not accused. You are guilty, plain and simple. The Horsemen have watched your actions, watched as you and your Queen threatened the fabric of existence time and time again. And by the Law set forth by the Almighty, The One Above All Others, your planet is sentenced to Destruction . What have we done, War? Besides seek self-preservation? What has Earth done that made it guilty? Endymion shouted angrily in his eyes, all the Horseman was doing was dancing around his question and it infuriated him. If you cannot see why it was this fate has been befallen, then you truly have no place of knowing, King Endymion . War raised his blade once more, clearly intending to swing behind him and cut himself free from these damned things restraining him. At this Endymion could take no more, feeling a surge of adrenaline rush through him and breathe renewed vigor into his ailing mortal form he raised both of his hands and shouted, the veritable fury easily seen in his eyes, Tuxedo.....LA SMOKING BOMBER! This was his most powerful technique, a massive destructive blast called from the heavens above to slay his enemies normally he would reserve himself from using this, but it seemed the Red Horseman's own power made Endymion lose control of himself for a moment. War's head tilted upward, his arm lowering as he gazed upon the attack that would indeed strike him. The yellow bolt of energy crashed into War, engulfing the Horseman in a hemisphere of golden energy as the explosion threatened to engulf all that were too close. The blast winds themselves rocked the area, blowing with hurricane force as Endymion shielded his face when the release of energy subsided, all that could be seen was a billowing cloud of smoke and falling dust his technique had ripped from the ground. Endymion felt his anger subside, the Horseman's hold on his rage subsiding as the plumes of dust and smoke rose from the veritable crater where War had once stood. Endymion's eyes widened in disbelief while a flood of elation started to course through him did he defeat the Horseman? Was War truly finished? However, before anyone might get too complacent, a chain shot out from the cloud of smoke and impaled Endymion in the stomach unseen to his two female companions, small barbs extended and sunk into his back, rendering the attack absolutely inescapable. Endymion fell to a knee as the pain shot through him like bolts of lightning his left hand went down to where he'd been stabbed, weakly grasping the length as he gasped out, Wha...How...You should be.... A sudden surge of energy blasted the smoke cloud away, revealing War alive and well, but his armor moderately damaged from the strength of the attack bits of skin could be seen, and half his helmet was missing. Overall, War seemed rather unharmed physically, but mentally he did not expect such an attack to possess that kind of power. An impressive technique...You fight admirably to survive. War stated clearly, his left hand clutching the chain which seemed to come from under the left forearm guard, the links rattling as he walked closer. Along its length yellow energy could be seen coursing through it Endymion gasped as he felt...something...leaving his body. It wasn't his life force, though that was likely leaving him as well. He did feel his anger decreasing though, like it was being drawn out of him. Sucked away, to be replaced with peace and calm. Now you see...Rage gives us great power. You felt its strength, did you not? War growled as Endymion's Wrath was drained from him, War could be felt growing even stronger. Eventually, the good King felt the chain rip itself from his body and watched as it retreated under War's bracer. The Red Rider then leaped out of the crater and landed right in front of Endymion the King looked up weakly to see his opponent standing before him. Rise, Endymion we must fight to determine if you can redeem your world. War commanded before wrenching the King up by the scruff of his bloodied tuxedo once more Endymion wondered what went wrong, how he'd come to be in this situation. War cocked his head to the side, seeing the human's pitiful condition he'd forgotten just how fragile these fleshlings were. It really was a shame though even under the Horseman's influence, his goal was to protect that which he held sacred, even going so far as to challenge the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse. Something War could relate to, only that which he held sacred was often a source of misery for others. But perhaps that is all you have to give. My duty is not to drag this out longer than it needs to be he said, letting Endymion drop back to his knees. The Red Horseman would then place the edge of the blade on Endymion's chin, the silvered red-streaked length lifting the King's head up a little. My Queen.....Please.....forgive me..... Endymion uttered weakly but just loud enough for her and Mars to hear. May you receive mercy in the afterlife. War said as he raised his blade taking a step back, he would then simply bring the blade down on the King. The stump that carried the King's cranium bled profusely as his corpse fell limply to the ground, the decapitated skull rolling to look right at Mars and Moon while laying at War's feet. And just like that, Endymion was no more for this world. Last edited Jun 15, 2019