Post by Magna Chronus on May 30, 2021 13:37:43 GMT
Mahogany Obsidian stood in what remained of the Sky Arena, it's towering tiered seating and pillars a testament to the power gems once had over this world. The fact that it was now a crumbling ruin represented the decay of that power. Obsidian paused for a moment, he wasn't quite sure why, but he felt a sense of loss upon seeing it. He was here to prepare for what he knew was coming, he couldn't allow himself to get distracted. His gaze turned to the large orb of magma that he brought with him, which was hovering above the ground through his power, as if waiting for his command. With the touch of his black gauntlet, he summoned a jet black sword, it's dark coloration broken up by deep red streaks. He gripped the sword handle tightly as he raised it. With a small gesture of his free hand, several small spheres of magma budded from the larger one and then propelled forward at various distances and angles from Obsidian himself. The black sword began to slice through these orbs rapidly, guided by Obsidian's hand. He to produce another volley, but he stopped when it seemed as if the magma orb was pulsating.
"Not good enough." A quiet female voice spoke in his head. He shook his head quickly.
He clutched his sword tighter, this time summoning twice as many small orbs, his sword again slicing through them as his body darted around.
"Do you really think it'll be this easy?" The voice asked. Obsidian looked around to see if someone was nearby, but he saw nothing. He knew the voice was right.
Obsidian clenched his free hand and jerked it back. The large magma orb responded by stretching into a stream that hurled itself at him. He sidestepped deftly and sliced through the magma.
"You keep limiting yourself..." The voice spoke again.
As if trying to prove the voice wrong. He split the magma stream into five streams that he directed at himself. Obsidian began to duck, jump dodge and weave through the stream, cutting through them with his blade when he could.
"A bit better..." The strange voice spoke.
His free hand opened wide and the magma around coalesced into a dome that surrounded him. Magma pellets began to shoot at him from all sides as he sword danced through the air, deflecting as many as he could. Afterward, the dome was gone, all of the material that had formed it was either on Obsidian's armor, his blade or the floor.
"Too slow, too clumsy...." Obsidian frowned, hearing the response.
"Not good enough." A quiet female voice spoke in his head. He shook his head quickly.
He clutched his sword tighter, this time summoning twice as many small orbs, his sword again slicing through them as his body darted around.
"Do you really think it'll be this easy?" The voice asked. Obsidian looked around to see if someone was nearby, but he saw nothing. He knew the voice was right.
Obsidian clenched his free hand and jerked it back. The large magma orb responded by stretching into a stream that hurled itself at him. He sidestepped deftly and sliced through the magma.
"You keep limiting yourself..." The voice spoke again.
As if trying to prove the voice wrong. He split the magma stream into five streams that he directed at himself. Obsidian began to duck, jump dodge and weave through the stream, cutting through them with his blade when he could.
"A bit better..." The strange voice spoke.
His free hand opened wide and the magma around coalesced into a dome that surrounded him. Magma pellets began to shoot at him from all sides as he sword danced through the air, deflecting as many as he could. Afterward, the dome was gone, all of the material that had formed it was either on Obsidian's armor, his blade or the floor.
"Too slow, too clumsy...." Obsidian frowned, hearing the response.