Open Challenge: MP.

Open spar, Mild Powers. Post first, or I'll post soon.
Setting: Desert Canyon.

;_; Fien nubs, I will post first.

I'll take you up on your offer! YAY SPAR! But yar u post first plz!!!

~Another Day Another Retreat~

The glare of crimson lights, their constant flashing burning into his eyes. Once more the the outpost wast under siege and once more a call for a retreat had been made. Aiden's eyes seemed to gloss over as he waited in line, the big holish looking thing that his comrades jumped through releasing blasts of light as it devoured their forms. Surely some act of witch craft or magic? Aiden claimed not to understand the complexities or mechanics of such a 'device' if one could call it that, but understood that it allowed travel through time, space, and sometimes reality depending on what the desired course of action was. As the person in front of him was sucked into the vast abyss, Aiden made his way onto the catapult deck, yep they launched into his massive gaping maw of darkness and it was truly an experience that scared him shittless. A blast echoed down the corridor, tremors struck the building, he was the last in line, not counting the man that operated the 'consumer' , as Aiden liked to call it.

~Shit Happens~

A sigh, or mid sigh, his stomach suddenly lurched back as he was launched into the air. His body closing in upon the dark maw as waves of yellow light began to dance from it. Closer he traveled only feet away, only fractions of a second away... before.... nothing. As Aiden hurled through the air a panel broke away upon the ceiling only to present itself as a physical barrier in his path. Fortunately one that he was able to break through, but at the price of busting up his nose and knocking himself out. The abyssal erupted and hazel light burst from the maw wrapping around Aiden's body pulling him and the remnants of the 'barrier' into it's vast network of intestines. It was like floating effortlessly in the air, his body limp and seemingly lifeless, or so he would of thought for the hundredth time had he been awake. The vast array of colors, representing nearly all fathomable energy types, danced brilliantly about him... truly a beautiful sight he was missing out upon. But when one was unconscious it didn't matter how vibrant and beautiful the world was, how warm and colorful, for all you know is cold and darkness.

~Sometime later~

A twitch of fingers, crinkling of a slightly discolored visage, signs of awakening appeared all over his body. Both eye lids fluttered as a yawn or maybe a moan escaped from cracked lips. As awareness washed over him a sudden fear exploded from the depths of his subconscious.

"Shit....." To leave the slip stream one had to consciously and physically move themselves from the current. This first required slowing down so that you didn't over shoot your stop. The problem at hand was that Aiden was fairly sure that he'd not only overshot his stop but had been out long enough to be near the end of his ride. The clue to this being the ominous obsidian tendrils lurching around widely at the end of the tunnel, truly he was on a one way road to hell. Righting himself, or so he hoped, Aiden thrust both heels into the sides of the slip stream. Digging deep into the wells of energy in hopes of slowing himself down. Sparks shot from around him as a current of pure energy kissed his body, dancing around him like a mad man. His left hand shot out, hand half closed as if he expected to grab onto the wall, his finger tips sinking into the side of the stream. His body was slowly becoming super charged from the vast energy array, an euphoric light headedness washing over him as the pain of his previous injury vanished. Golden eyes ignited with an un-foretold passion to live. The minor wounds seemed to evaporate from his body, but he wasn't slowing down. A sigh escaped, even with the sensation of euphoria washing over him a feeling of despair could not be overlooked, and bleakness overtook his face. Surely this was not a fate he deserved?

~Courage~

With the impending doom swiftly approaching him, or him approaching it, Aiden turned to his one vice in his time of need. Moving his hand from the slipstream he brought it down to his pouch o'gold and past, moving to his pocket. Where from it's depths he withdrew a grape blow pop. Tossing the wrapper and all in his mouth he leaned forward readying to lung into the depths of hell. His right hand grasping the hilt of Halo 12 as he pulled the blade to his front. As the first tendrial lashed out at him, he lunged forward swinging his sword into the eternal darkness.

~Death?~

Someone between Point A and Z was point B... and somehow having missed point B Aiden had thought to be heading into point Z. But apparently point Z wasn't really point Z... or something like that? ANYWAY! Regardless of Aiden understood it or not he was catapulted from the slip stream, but not into the depths of hell. Oh no, but into a lifeless barren desert!!! Which.... in retrospect probably could be hell. So spiraling through the air at some ungodly speed Aiden found himself plummeting to the ground... through a sand dune none the less, but into the ground as well... causing a massive cloud of sand to plum up into air. The sight would probably be barely noticeable to Cryo who was probably 50 or so yards away.

~Annoyance~

A light cough burst up from the sand, the warrior standing as the granite slipped from his figure. A frown settling upon his visage as he glanced around looking for his blow pop. The tip of Halo 12 resting in the ground as his right hand dangling onto the hilt, still attached to his arm of course. His gaze shifted about, discontent covering his face, hell seemed to be a very lifeless and empty place. "I was kind of expecting some kind of welcome party... this is disappointing."

Dream filled lids flashed open in the presence of the enemy, and although Cryo made no further move than that he was suddenly aware his opponent was much closer than what was comfortable for him. He had not yet classified himself as a threat, and thus for the moment ~ he was safe. Although labeled as a hostility the enemy was not nearly deadly enough for Cryo to be on alert, unless he concocted some great force or directly attacked the mage; Cryo would remain idle, the CyberDeck uninterested in the sand covered warrior.

CyberDeck - Channeling of Notum: Stage 2 / Executed.
:Charges Obtained: [2]]
:Charges In Total: [4]

They never skipped a beat, with Cryo resting comfortably the pair was able to draw both and at once upon the source. Filled with Notum the mage's body was slowly beginning to emanate a dim hue of blue, deep blue swirls slowly crept from his body, flowing like a river about him.

"Come."

With that, Cryo's eyes dropped closed. He would wait.

~Lost~

"Ello? Demon things? Monsters? Beasties? Bad guys? Devils? Huh... maybe I'm in purg?" A slight annoyance at the loss of the blow pop still lingered in Aiden's voice. His irises growing in size to compensate for the vast amount of light. Violet currents of some super natural energy still ran along his body, the power of the slipstream keeping him in some unworldly super charged state. "OI! Maybe the armies of hell are running late!" The idea seemed possible, or maybe they were even waiting in ambush! His eyes widen at the thought of being jumped by thousands of tentacle rape thingies. A sigh escaped, a breath taken, the vast amount of external power flowing over him pulled deep into his own wells of spiritual energy. His hand tightened around the hilt of Halo 12, the blades tip still buried in the sand, though it as well was calling out to the ambient energy of the land only hold it hostage for later use.

~Bored~

So sometime after deciding to consume the magical energy num nums, Aiden found himself with nothing to do. I mean sure Cryo was 50 or so yards away, and mumbling something. But 50 yards was a pretty long distance and unless he started shouting Aiden wasn't going to hear him. Oh no sir, well that wasn't sure. If Aiden knew to listen for him it was a possibility, but really he did think he was alone in the desert of hell or purgatory, he hadn't decided which one it was yet. So dragging his sword along the ground, much like a child does with a security blanket, Aiden shambled up the side of a dune. His head canting curiously as he reached the top, only to find more sand. Obsidian pupils shifted in size, fluctuating between large and small, as he tried to focus in on something: which may have very well been an ice cream vendor.

~Exercism~

Upon further inspection of the 'something' Aiden came to realize it was a person. A person just standing out in the middle of a desert, in the sun, doing nothing but... standing? SURELY A DEMON WAITING FOR HIM!!! His right hand slid further up/down -depending on how you're looking at it- the hilt of Halo 12 as his left hand moved to join it. The tip of the sword pulled from the sand as it was brought right side up towards the front of his body, angled away from him. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" His arms swung the blade down as his wrist bent to line the tip up with the demon. A pulse would travel through the blade as a small orb of yellowish energy shot forth, going really really really slow. We're talking like maybe 3 mph slow. So needless to say Cryo would have plenty of time to get out of the way. It'd be a full 34 seconds before the object reached him. On a positive note this super slow moving object had three advantages is. The first was that it'd pull in ambient energy as it drifted a long, the second is that it's general direction could be controlled assuming the caster decided so. The third and possible greatest advantage of such an attack is that the caster, if willing, could detonate the attack at any given point. Otherwise the orb would blow up on first contact with an object that it couldn't push out of the way or pass through.

~The Demon Attacks!~

As Aiden's super-not-so-powerful energy ball shot, err floated, towards the demon he found himself bringing his sword up into it's mostly vertical resting position. His body leaning to the left as he readied for some format of advancement. Yet to his dismay his opponent only countered with a beam of energy... heading straight for his pretty pale yellow orb. OF course! The monster feared the might of his orb and was going to destroy it before it could hit him!! THIS WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED FOR THE WRATH OF HEAVEN, not really, WOULD PUNISH THE WICKED AND NOTHING COULD STOP IT!!! Now as previously mentioned this attack was special for three reasons, it gather ambient energy, it's direction could be changed at will, and it could be detonated at will. Needless to say the second of these abilities would be the useful one. Having a small change in motion, so that it would still go forward, but no moving to the right a little at a time, would allow for the ball to move out of the way as the super high speed energy beam of doom shot past it. Given with orbs slow rate of movement and the beams high rate of movement, it'd be a near miss, but that wasn't exactly a bad thing. Rather this would allow the orb to siphon off some of the beams kinetic energy forth empowering itself. Of course this would mean that Aiden would be in the direct path of the beam! Right?

~Exorcism, spelled the right way this time!~

While in the 'super complicated' process of having his attack drift around aimlessly, and not doing much else, Aiden some how found the time to move out of the way of the magical beam of hurtingness. Yes the beam moved fast, but Aiden moved pretty fast himself and since he really didn't have to move too far since it was a concentrated beam of magical hurtingness it probably wasn't too big. On an added note the beam would probably have a slightly altered trajectory due to the orb syphoning off small amounts of energy. Since the pull of the orb was in the opposite direction that Aiden would side step, and since it was pulling from the kinetic energy of the beam, the beam would probably experience a small change in direction as well as speed. Arguably though this would most likely be negligible. Anyway the primary dodge would be a forwardish side dash to the left. His body then straightening as he began his charge to the super demon arm blasting megaman thingy known as Cryo. Now sadly Aiden did move faster than his 150 feet in 34 second energy orb. Which meant that he'd probably reach Cryo in about 13 seconds. Which really was a lot of time for his opponent to power up, fire some random attacks, and probably even take a nap. WHICH IS WHY!!! Aiden didn't actually run right up to the man. Rather running down the dune the warrior noted that there was SAND! And it was sliding down with him, so taking this time Halo 12 was half heartedly swung back and down behind him, forcing the blade into the depths of the dune. This action obviously slowing him down. The blade releasing just a bit of its pinned up energy would super heat, and as it began to blow would be swung outwards. It's primary composition being mana, allowing the blade to be fairly easily molded into different shapes, would shift in shape to attain an ice cream scooper like form. With his arm flinging out to place the sword back in front of him the mass of sand would be hurled into the air. What now?

~Diamonds are forever, glass just sucks.~

With the cloud of sand in front of him Aiden came to a stop, sorta. Still sliding forward a little thanks to the sand giving away under his feet, he brought Halo 12 back just enough to pull most of the blade from the cloud of sand. With both hands snapping to hold onto the hilt of the blade a burst of energy would leave it, what for though? The burst of energy worked to give the granite forward moment, it also worked to super hit the granite and produce a mass of glass shrapnel of varying shape size and density. Now assuming that Cryo was still around 25 yards away, this meant the attack would probably have to travel relatively fast to reach him, since one it would half to not only go up hill and fight the force of gravity, but also still need to travel at least 25 yards horizontal distance.... which in all fairness it really probably wasn't going to make it. ((Since there is no way I'm going to expend that much energy for a pretty cloud of glass.)) BUT!!! Now there was glass in the air and it was falling all different directions.

~It's rude to interrupt people!~

((Post basis, as I was taught in T1, once you start in action in a post you have to follow it through. You can't just stop and go, oh wait I change my mind, lol.))

It seemed Aiden had made a mistake, in all the haste of trying to kill the demon, he'd forgotten to protect himself. As he made his charge down the hill, and the of his foe exploded near his orb, the warrior found himself in a less than favorable situation. Corrosive beam of notum had released a bunch of little beams of... corrosive notum! And there was nothing he could do about it! -Stupid real time.- Caught between actions all he could do was allow for the beams to bombard his back blasting him forth and face first into the sand. The beams burning away into his clothing and armor, exposing bits of flesh upon his back. Luckily no real damage was done. This of course would result in the failure to create his sand attack, or even throw the sand up into the air. On a positive note it did get him further down the dune of sand! Now as for his ball of killer kick assery it would be knocked some odd ways off to the side, still intact and still absorbing energy, it's direction not really altered... just relocated a good twenty or so fit off to the side. Obviously buying his opponent more time.

~Pissed~

Halo 12 was still in hand as he came to a stand, obviously his opponent wasn't going to play nice. Somewhere within the depths of his mind the decision to play nice was canceled and that inner rage that powered his intense might awakened. Spiritual power flowed outward, wrapping around his form as a 'field' of mana was generated around him. All points of field were exactly three feet from his body, and the field was complete. It did not hinder the movement of the air, nor did it push away the sand. It simply existed. In terms of density the 'shield' had an abundance of the spiritual essence flowing into. The wave length which composed the outer shell existing all the way through to Aiden. The dim red glow from the object seemed to radiate out just a bit, but it's presence wasn't nearly powerful enough to reach his foe, though it was malicious by no means. Somewhere though within this same time frame an alternate wavelength of mana was released, this second 'layer' exited only a few inches from his body. It's blue hue mixing with the red causing a violet light to taint portions of the field. Similar to the previous 'field' of mana this one connected back to his body and stayed at a uniform distance. This double layered barrier was none as the DMC, Double Medium Channel. It was at it's most basic design a multi-directional path way for energy/information to travel.