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[Incendius]

"Tch" Fidem muttered quietly to himself as he witnessed the nonexistant results of his acid attack. That is to say, it being completely negated by the Godess, though he was not particularly annoyed by the outcome of the events. The smirk of self assurance was still on his face. The vortexes that the Godess had created gave him more information, and subsequently power to his point of view, then he had expended using the acid attack in the first place. A very worthy trade off, more so for one such as him, for he didn't run out of stamina or energy very easily. "Twasn't really meant to hurt them in any case, it was just to clear the battlefield, probably would have helped them too" he said to no one in particular in a semi mournful tone of voice, as a joke of being saddenned over his failed manuever.

As the sentence left his mouth however, he caught sight of the Godess clenching together her fists and the sight of her glowing eyes. With a small short laugh, he said "I likes myself a fiesty women, though I don't believe she's the one for me.". However, even as he joked with his words seemingly falling to the wayside, as it seemed no one was around to hear him, he kept his attention locked on all agressors on the field, including the remaining Gaian undesirables, for they might become troublesome as well. "Tis a good indication of her abilities though, that she was able to track me. Either she has good sight, or another sense that supplements it. I wouldn't doubt either with how she's dealt with the other problems. She seems to have powers of the void origin"

Not unexpectadly he saw the Godess accelerate forward, for even if she thought it might surprise him or not, he was always prepared for most eventualities, and he knew how to take care of himself. So he was not caught off balance, as it could be said, when the Godess attacked. As she sped towards him Fidem feigned surprise, shock, and a general unease of being unready for the attack. His posture would signale to most fighters many openings, and only a small weak defense. However, to the few that truly understood all aspects of combat, they would be able to see the subtle tension of muscles, the fact that while his posture apeared to be one of a novice with many openings, it was in fact one that gave as much strength in return for its weaknesses.

So despite all apearances, as the Godess charged in her blade held high. Fidem merely twisted a fraction of a milimeter when the Godess came within a hundred feet of him, and with the speed that she could travel at, he had only a moment or so to react. That moment was enough. With a speed and strength that one could only wonder at Fidem lashed out his left hand, grabbed onto the handle of his cannon and swung it all the way from his right shoulder around his back and to the front. This action appeared to be instaneous on his part. However despite one might suspect, this series of moves was not meant to position himself for another canon attack, it was in fact a way to give himself a greater defense.

For it was at the exact moment he brought his canon to bear when Mesden came into fighting reach of him and lunged forward with her sword. Which, even though he did not know its exact properties and did not fathom the immense danger from it at the time, he did not want to get stabbed by, a feeling most would sympathize with. For it was so that the sword lunged forward into the barrel of the canon. Simply said, as the sword came within an inch of the back of the barrel, it stopped its forward movement. In fact, the sword stopped all of its movement. The only indication of what could have happened is the intense darkening of the inside of the canon, what appeared to be a materialization of the darkness inside it, as an easy, fast, and not very power consumptive way of trapping the sword.

"I don't think so Sweetums" Fidem said only in response to the attack which he had so deftly averted. Before the Godess had time to respond, Fidem let go of the handle on his canon, leaving it suspened in midair, though if there was enough time it might have suscepted to gravity, but what occured was fast enough to happen and to be recaught before it had a chance to fall to the ground. For Fidem had let go of the canon, and swung his entire body in a a power building spin, that at its apex his foot lashed outwards. Directly into the stomach of the Godess, though at least he was wearing only sneakers that were softer then what else might have been possible.

The second his foot contacted with Mesden's stomach, he recaught his canon and released the condensed shadows releasing the blade, having believed it to be only a normal one, maybe some magical enhancements, and of course knowing nothing of how truly deadly it could be. He paid slightly for his miscaculation, for even as he kicked Mesden away from himself with great force, she slashes doward, only grazing him and slicing a small line across his right arm. Though that was enough to also damage, and wither a small part of his soul. The pain was intense to say the least, and it was a giant wake up call, for now he was done playing around when he knew they were possible of such things.

Even such, the unexpected bullets from PheonixBot served to anger him, and make him all the more serious. While they themselves did not hurt him overly much, the mere fact the the robot had locked onto his body, and hit him, gave him a slight pause. He had underestimated these NPF forumites, something he would not do again. In compliance with this new policy, instead of waiting for them to open another attack, Fidem hefted up his canon, just as quickly fired it. The result was very easily apparent, or at least part of it was. For it created an extremely high screeching noise that could quick literally pop out and eardrum, and the light from it was so blinding, it could even incapacitate the sensors of a robot with its flash burn.

Though, all this only served to momentarily hide the swirling black vortex, that expelled highly damaging radiation that had appeared in the center of the battlefield.
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Pyros had made a small miscaculation, though not one that was specifically threatening him bodily. It was in fact a mere mistake, that was thinking that the attack the moderator had made was a copy of a certain character in the series of digimon, for it was in fact not. In the long run though, it mattered not much in the series of events, for this minute detail was not of much importance to the grander story that lay underneath. All it served to do was draw a comment from the mod said in a somewhat whimsical tone of voice "Piedmon? Sorry, I don't believe I know to who you are referring, though it sounds like something from that show... digimon or such. Though I won't deny this technique is not mine." As he said that sentence the mod simply snapped the fingers in his free hand, and the sheet he had thrown simply dissapeared into thin air.

At the same moment as this was spoken, and exactly as Pyros changed form, the Mod's eyes unnervingly followed his course, seeming almost to disect and study him like some lab product, or at least that was the kind of feelin Pyros recieved as he fled backwards. At the end of Pyros travel backwards the mod simply glanced down to his right hand, and the open book. I line of golden light traced alongst the right page, which had before been blank and now was filled. After the moment of concentration that looking down at the book required, the Mod spoke to Pyros and said in a friendly tone of voice "By the way, just in case anything happens to you and I am unable to impart this information, my name is Hystian. I feel it gives more meaning if those who I defeat know my name"

"With that in mind, let us get this little sortie started shall we?" Hystian said friendily. Rocking his neck from side to side, he kept his eyes on Pyros as he worked the cricks out of his neck. With a small glance down at his book, the mod once again looked up. Reaching out to the side of the battlefield with his left hand wide open, palm facing away from both himself and Pyros, several beams of brownish dirty light shot from his hand. Where the brownish light impacted, stangely a spinning top was formed, each only barely larger then the size of a normal fist. There were in total, seemingly twenty seven of these spinning tops, but it was hard to tell for as of the second they formed, each top started to spin around the area somewhat erratically interweaving, but never hitting another. It was utterly impossible to tell any fine detail from the tops, for their spin was fast enough to blur all of it.

Curiously, but most likely not surpsising, the pavement underneath where the tops had formed and passed was ripped apart with the ease of a hot knife through melted butter. That is to say, with about no resistance at all. Grinning at Pyros, Hylian asked simply in a cheerful tone belaying any danger that was apparent "Its never too late for a game of tops aint it?". With that sentence said he twitched his fingers and hand, and the tops stopped their random spinning. They then started the coordianted systematic spinning, such as speedily rushing outwards, destroying the ground in their wake and rushing through any and all obstacles to suround Pyros on all sides. It was quite apparent that there was at least several tons of force behind these objects, which where now all headed towards Pyros, some even having already crisscrossed in front of him.