She evades the swing nimbly. "You should be." She says, appearing on the Composer's shoulders and stabbing her blades into his shoulders. If successful, he will be paralyzed.
Her blades merely glance off of him, and if she struck hard enough, they also bend and possibly break. She finds herself locked in place by an invisible grip, and TC reaches up, grabs her by the face, and throws her straight through the HL floor.
Him grabbing her, he finds his hand almost burns right off, as she raises her temperature to ridiculous levels. Even though it's Hardlight, it still burns. Weird.
She conjures more of the mist, which wraps around The Composer and begins to choke him, or blind him. Either or.
Her blades merely glance off of him, and if she struck hard enough, they also bend and possibly break. She finds herself locked in place by an invisible grip, and TC reaches up, grabs her by the face, and throws her straight through the HL floor.
Him grabbing her, he finds his hand almost burns right off, as she raises her temperature to ridiculous levels. Even though it's Hardlight, it still burns. Weird.
She conjures more of the mist, which wraps around The Composer and begins to choke him, or blind him. Either or.
Interestingly enough, he cannot feel pain, nor does he need to breath. She finds the RHL to be astonishingly resilient to the damage, especially as he continuously adds more where any is lost. In the matter of an instant, which is more than enough time for him to keep his fingers on her, she is instead sent careening into and through the wall into the next chamber. The form that tossed her dissolves away, and she is met by another Composer in the other room, leaning upon his weapon.
"Interesting power. You seem exceptionally under-equipped to make use of it."
Him grabbing her, he finds his hand almost burns right off, as she raises her temperature to ridiculous levels. Even though it's Hardlight, it still burns. Weird.
She conjures more of the mist, which wraps around The Composer and begins to choke him, or blind him. Either or.
Interestingly enough, he cannot feel pain, nor does he need to breath. She finds the RHL to be astonishingly resilient to the damage, especially as he continuously adds more where any is lost. In the matter of an instant, which is more than enough time for him to keep his fingers on her, she is instead sent careening into and through the wall into the next chamber. The form that tossed her dissolves away, and she is met by another Composer in the other room, leaning upon his weapon.
"Interesting power. You seem exceptionally under-equipped to make use of it."
She gathers the mist, and creates a sword out of it, as her normal blades retract under her skin. The sword glows brightly. "I rarely need to utilize it." She responds. Several javelins of the mist form and fly at the Composer.
Interestingly enough, he cannot feel pain, nor does he need to breath. She finds the RHL to be astonishingly resilient to the damage, especially as he continuously adds more where any is lost. In the matter of an instant, which is more than enough time for him to keep his fingers on her, she is instead sent careening into and through the wall into the next chamber. The form that tossed her dissolves away, and she is met by another Composer in the other room, leaning upon his weapon.
"Interesting power. You seem exceptionally under-equipped to make use of it."
She gathers the mist, and creates a sword out of it, as her normal blades retract under her skin. The sword glows brightly. "I rarely need to utilize it." She responds. Several javelins of the mist form and fly at the Composer.
The Composer watches as the javelins crawl through the air towards him at snail pace.
This mist... I am not familiar with its properties. And it was powerful enough to erode my Reinforced Hardlight very quickly. I will need to be cautious.
Keeping his attention upon the Observer and his surroundings, he sidesteps clear from the path of the mist projectiles. To Observer 2, it looks as if he blinked from one position to another. Hefting his weapon, he spins and swings it horizontally through the air, creating a massive wave of sheer force that races towards her and spans the room from wall to wall. It blows her through another wall and right out the side of the Monolith, moving the battle outdoors.
She gathers the mist, and creates a sword out of it, as her normal blades retract under her skin. The sword glows brightly. "I rarely need to utilize it." She responds. Several javelins of the mist form and fly at the Composer.
The Composer watches as the javelins crawl through the air towards him at snail pace.
This mist... I am not familiar with its properties. And it was powerful enough to erode my Reinforced Hardlight very quickly. I will need to be cautious.
Keeping his attention upon the Observer and his surroundings, he sidesteps clear from the path of the mist projectiles. To Observer 2, it looks as if he blinked from one position to another. Hefting his weapon, he spins and swings it horizontally through the air, creating a massive wave of sheer force that races towards her and spans the room from wall to wall. It blows her through another wall and right out the side of the Monolith, moving the battle outdoors.
The mist javelins swerve around, hitting the Composer in the back, piercing his back and somehow causing pain. Due to the multiple javelins, they quickly begin to destroy his body. She seems relatively unphased at the force. She slams her foot down on the ground, releasing a shockwave of energy, little trickles of a more liquid version of the mist seeping through the shockwave. It's directed at the Composer.
The Composer watches as the javelins crawl through the air towards him at snail pace.
This mist... I am not familiar with its properties. And it was powerful enough to erode my Reinforced Hardlight very quickly. I will need to be cautious.
Keeping his attention upon the Observer and his surroundings, he sidesteps clear from the path of the mist projectiles. To Observer 2, it looks as if he blinked from one position to another. Hefting his weapon, he spins and swings it horizontally through the air, creating a massive wave of sheer force that races towards her and spans the room from wall to wall. It blows her through another wall and right out the side of the Monolith, moving the battle outdoors.
The mist javelins swerve around, hitting the Composer in the back, piercing his back and somehow causing pain. Due to the multiple javelins, they quickly begin to destroy his body. She seems relatively unphased at the force. She slams her foot down on the ground, releasing a shockwave of energy, little trickles of a more liquid version of the mist seeping through the shockwave. It's directed at the Composer.
As mentioned, The Composer doesn't lower his guard. He once again dodges the attack by moving aside. He watches each individual drop of the liquid Essence approach in the shockwave, and a tiny, precise sphere of RHL appears around every single one of them. He launches them at her, essentially creating a wall of indestructible bullets. Additionally, he creates a dome of RHL in front of himself to absorb the impact of the shockwave.
Let it also be known that the space in the room is now filled with a great spiderweb of glowing, blue, hairline cracks that just hover in place in the air.
The mist javelins swerve around, hitting the Composer in the back, piercing his back and somehow causing pain. Due to the multiple javelins, they quickly begin to destroy his body. She seems relatively unphased at the force. She slams her foot down on the ground, releasing a shockwave of energy, little trickles of a more liquid version of the mist seeping through the shockwave. It's directed at the Composer.
As mentioned, The Composer doesn't lower his guard. He once again dodges the attack by moving aside. He watches each individual drop of the liquid Essence approach in the shockwave, and a tiny, precise sphere of RHL appears around every single one of them. He launches them at her, essentially creating a wall of indestructible bullets. Additionally, he creates a dome of RHL in front of himself to absorb the impact of the shockwave.
Let it also be known that the space in the room is now filled with a great spiderweb of glowing, blue, hairline cracks that just hover in place in the air.
She raises a wall of fire, which is laced with the essence, henceforth destroying the bubbles and reforming with the liquid. She then appears next to the Composer, using her sword of the mist to slice into his body, cleanly cleaving his body in half.
As mentioned, The Composer doesn't lower his guard. He once again dodges the attack by moving aside. He watches each individual drop of the liquid Essence approach in the shockwave, and a tiny, precise sphere of RHL appears around every single one of them. He launches them at her, essentially creating a wall of indestructible bullets. Additionally, he creates a dome of RHL in front of himself to absorb the impact of the shockwave.
Let it also be known that the space in the room is now filled with a great spiderweb of glowing, blue, hairline cracks that just hover in place in the air.
She raises a wall of fire, which is laced with the essence, henceforth destroying the bubbles and reforming with the liquid. She then appears next to the Composer, using her sword of the mist to slice into his body, cleanly cleaving his body in half.
His upper and lower half remain exactly where they are, and she finds her leg nearly torn right off as his lower half delivers a kick to the side of her knee with such speed to render the movement invisible. His upper half throws the pole of his Staff behind her head and across her shoulders, and yanks her straight into a headbutt that would kill a planet.
She raises a wall of fire, which is laced with the essence, henceforth destroying the bubbles and reforming with the liquid. She then appears next to the Composer, using her sword of the mist to slice into his body, cleanly cleaving his body in half.
His upper and lower half remain exactly where they are, and she finds her leg nearly torn right off as his lower half delivers a kick to the side of her knee with such speed to render the movement invisible. His upper half throws the pole of his Staff behind her head and across her shoulders, and yanks her straight into a headbutt that would kill a planet.
She frowns, mist leaking from the holes in her body. She sighs. "If you want to play that way." She takes the mist blade and slices her abdomen, releasing more and more of the mist.
His upper and lower half remain exactly where they are, and she finds her leg nearly torn right off as his lower half delivers a kick to the side of her knee with such speed to render the movement invisible. His upper half throws the pole of his Staff behind her head and across her shoulders, and yanks her straight into a headbutt that would kill a planet.
She frowns, mist leaking from the holes in her body. She sighs. "If you want to play that way." She takes the mist blade and slices her abdomen, releasing more and more of the mist.
Her head literally explodes from the impact of the headbutt. Her body is ravaged as the raw, devastating force rockets all the way through, down to her feet. He takes one step back and slashes the spear end of the Staff straight through her remains, vertically.
She frowns, mist leaking from the holes in her body. She sighs. "If you want to play that way." She takes the mist blade and slices her abdomen, releasing more and more of the mist.
Her head literally explodes from the impact of the headbutt. Her body is ravaged as the raw, devastating force rockets all the way through, down to her feet. He takes one step back and slashes the spear end of the Staff straight through her remains, vertically.
She raises an eyebrow. "Excessive much?" She asks, before charging at speeds equal to the Composer's, her body now the same as the mist. She grabs onto the Composer, gripping him harshly.
Her head literally explodes from the impact of the headbutt. Her body is ravaged as the raw, devastating force rockets all the way through, down to her feet. He takes one step back and slashes the spear end of the Staff straight through her remains, vertically.
She raises an eyebrow. "Excessive much?" She asks, before charging at speeds equal to the Composer's, her body now the same as the mist. She grabs onto the Composer, gripping him harshly.
The Composer doesn't move away. Instead, his body stretches, expands, and morphs completely around her entire form, be it misty or solid, and forms a spherical container of RHL around it. Any erosion or damage caused by the mist is diligently negated by rapidly reconstructing the RHL. Then it shrinks extremely fast, too fast, becoming too small to see and then some, compressing Observer 2 into nothingness.
She raises an eyebrow. "Excessive much?" She asks, before charging at speeds equal to the Composer's, her body now the same as the mist. She grabs onto the Composer, gripping him harshly.
The Composer doesn't move away. Instead, his body stretches, expands, and morphs completely around her entire form, be it misty or solid, and forms a spherical container of RHL around it. Any erosion or damage caused by the mist is diligently negated by rapidly reconstructing the RHL. Then it shrinks extremely fast, too fast, becoming too small to see and then some, compressing Observer 2 into nothingness.
Her form explodes, sending the mist in every direction as shards, which then begin attempting to attack and destroy the hardlight. The mist grows in quantity at excessively fast rates, making far too much for the sphere to contain.
The Composer doesn't move away. Instead, his body stretches, expands, and morphs completely around her entire form, be it misty or solid, and forms a spherical container of RHL around it. Any erosion or damage caused by the mist is diligently negated by rapidly reconstructing the RHL. Then it shrinks extremely fast, too fast, becoming too small to see and then some, compressing Observer 2 into nothingness.
Her form explodes, sending the mist in every direction as shards, which then begin attempting to attack and destroy the hardlight. The mist grows in quantity at excessively fast rates, making far too much for the sphere to contain.
The RHL simply thickens and contains the explosion and the mist, still rapidly shrinking. As the mist generates more of itself, the RHL responds by both increasing production and mass as well. The Composer himself approaches the small sphere and speaks to the Observer within.
"What a strange circumstance we find ourselves in. Well, mostly you, but still at least interesting for myself. Will you concede?"
Her form explodes, sending the mist in every direction as shards, which then begin attempting to attack and destroy the hardlight. The mist grows in quantity at excessively fast rates, making far too much for the sphere to contain.
The RHL simply thickens and contains the explosion and the mist, still rapidly shrinking. As the mist generates more of itself, the RHL responds by both increasing production and mass as well. The Composer himself approaches the small sphere and speaks to the Observer within.
"What a strange circumstance we find ourselves in. Well, mostly you, but still at least interesting for myself. Will you concede?"
This is irrelevant, as the mist gathers together before striking through the RHL, escaping it. She solidifes. "Why should I? I can keep going for a long time." She turns into a vapor like version of the mist, appearing further away.
The RHL simply thickens and contains the explosion and the mist, still rapidly shrinking. As the mist generates more of itself, the RHL responds by both increasing production and mass as well. The Composer himself approaches the small sphere and speaks to the Observer within.
"What a strange circumstance we find ourselves in. Well, mostly you, but still at least interesting for myself. Will you concede?"
This is irrelevant, as the mist gathers together before striking through the RHL, escaping it. She solidifes. "Why should I? I can keep going for a long time." She turns into a vapor like version of the mist, appearing further away.
"I suspected not."
The mace end of his Staff is suddenly engulfed in a blue, fiery substance. Within that instant, like striking a match in a room filled with propane, the entire room is plunged into absolute oblivion as space and time literally self-destructs across the entire area covered by those hairline cracks left behind earlier. Both The Composer and Observer 2 are torn asunder by what is essentially pure chaos. The anomaly creates a "hole" in the flow of reality that draws in the fabric of existence all around it, destroying a significant portion of the Monolith. After several moments, the hole is finally plugged by the proper flow of space time, but an enormous plethora of bright blue cracks is left behind.
This is irrelevant, as the mist gathers together before striking through the RHL, escaping it. She solidifes. "Why should I? I can keep going for a long time." She turns into a vapor like version of the mist, appearing further away.
"I suspected not."
The mace end of his Staff is suddenly engulfed in a blue, fiery substance. Within that instant, like striking a match in a room filled with propane, the entire room is plunged into absolute oblivion as space and time literally self-destructs across the entire area covered by those hairline cracks left behind earlier. Both The Composer and Observer 2 are torn asunder by what is essentially pure chaos. The anomaly creates a "hole" in the flow of reality that draws in the fabric of existence all around it, destroying a significant portion of the Monolith. After several moments, the hole is finally plugged by the proper flow of space time, but an enormous plethora of bright blue cracks is left behind.
Observer 2 splutters. "D-did you just..That is in direct violation of the Pantheonic laws! How dare you, impudent brat!" She shrieks, disbelief in her tone. How could a mere A.I. have evolved to such a level..
..The Overseer needed to hear about this.
Observer 12 disappears, as Observer 2 disappears as well, leaving an echo. "You have earned the ire of the Pantheon. The Overseer will hear of this, Composer. The Overseer shall."
The mace end of his Staff is suddenly engulfed in a blue, fiery substance. Within that instant, like striking a match in a room filled with propane, the entire room is plunged into absolute oblivion as space and time literally self-destructs across the entire area covered by those hairline cracks left behind earlier. Both The Composer and Observer 2 are torn asunder by what is essentially pure chaos. The anomaly creates a "hole" in the flow of reality that draws in the fabric of existence all around it, destroying a significant portion of the Monolith. After several moments, the hole is finally plugged by the proper flow of space time, but an enormous plethora of bright blue cracks is left behind.
Observer 2 splutters. "D-did you just..That is in direct violation of the Pantheonic laws! How dare you, impudent brat!" She shrieks, disbelief in her tone. How could a mere A.I. have evolved to such a level..
..The Overseer needed to hear about this.
Observer 12 disappears, as Observer 2 disappears as well, leaving an echo. "You have earned the ire of the Pantheon. The Overseer will hear of this, Composer. The Overseer shall."
Considering The Composer's form was obliterated by the mess and she was swallowed by it (but probably extracted by the other Observers or something), he doesn't hear her.
Down below in the chamber where this bout started, The Uncreator's unmoving, brutalized form lies slumped against a severely-damaged wall. The Voidwalker and the fragment of the Red Flame are both gone.
A firey comet strikes nearby the Monolith, it screaming very loudly. Minutes later, Chite'Yalos stands slowly, eyes narrowed. "Send me to the mortal plane, yes! Send me here with minimal equipment, easy! It'll BE EASY SHE SAID!" He throws his hands up, stretching his wings. He looks at the Monolith and shudders. He proceeds to fly away.