Rhugris' Gamble: Out Of The Frying Pan...

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Aerys' avoided the hyper charged beam of energy by soaring vertically into the darkening skies, moving so fast his body took the form of a radiant purple comet.

It only lasted for the half a second it took for him to dodge. He immediately reverted back to his physical form afterward, his arms still folded as if he never moved at all. His fists were still glowing brighter and brighter, increasing in proportion to ever magnifying sweltering heat. However, unlike before, a stern and crestfallen expression had sunken his face.

"Are you kidding me? C'mon, take this seriously!"

Aerys shouted towards Inari, who was now floating several meters away from him. He was clearly underwhelmed by his opponent's introduction. He even didn't bother to glean the aftermath of the deadly beam, he just started voicing his frustrations.

"You'll be dead before dusk if you try to fight me like that. But I'll tell you what, because I like ya' so much I'm gonna give you a chance you try again, yeah? But listen.. Try and take your time, don't rush it.. I don't like to be disappointed."

He said as his despondent gaze began to drift off and over into the horizon, drawn by flashing lights and echoes of combat roaring in the distance.

"..Ooo, now that's what I'm talkin' about!"

Aerys was easily distracted. His attention span was perhaps his greatest weakness.

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With their battle underway, Ovan saw the oppressive heat condense to a range more local to the combatants. While blasts and dashes of Naten danced between them, the ranking of kings playing out before him made him chuckle. Considering that he himself also stood to be crowned, he laughed at the thought of overcoming these classic Hellgate powerhouses on his own merit. Ovan knew himself to be a thinker, an artificier with a panache for softer skills and a toolkit typically used for self defense; he spent most of his days gazing into the sky, plotting the path of celestial objects far beyond his reach, still within his scope. Regularly, his head was far beyond the clouds and it gave his nature a lightness that many of his somber clansmen lacked.

Maybe he stood to learn something from that signature Hellgate pride.

In a lull in the battle, Ovan scanned his surroundings. Stones, cacti, sand, bedrock, not a lot of cover left and half of it burnt away in a previous moment while he remained a safe distance.

"I wonder if I cou--"

As he gently turned to scan the desert further, hoping for a key or an old soul to pop on his radar, he witnessed a giant firearm materialize out of nothing and fire a blast directly into the ground.

"Uuuuuuugh. You Hellgates are a pain in my eyeballs! A real king finds his own way..."

Ovan turned away from both battles and began scanning for some lucky, dearly departed king's candidates. He found five with no problem, two more should be cake.
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Aerys' avoided the hypercharged beam of energy by soaring vertically into the darkening skies, moving so fast his body took the form of a radiant purple comet.

It only lasted for the half a second it took for him to dodge. He immediately reverted back to his physical form afterward, his arms still folded as if he had never moved at all. His fists were still glowing brighter and brighter, increasing in proportion to ever-magnifying sweltering heat. However, unlike before, a stern and crestfallen expression had sunken his face.

"Are you kidding me? C'mon, take this seriously!"
The beam missed its mark entirely as Aerys ascended in a flash of purple flames. Though in truth the beam hit its mark. The "hyper beam" crashed into the sands yet its power did not cause the sand to disperse instead a ripple-like impact occurred. Like a boulder being tossed into a lake. This was obviously something that Aerys would miss being so whimsically distracted by the flashes in the distance. Inari smirked, he just loved when folks underestimated him.
"You'll be dead before dusk if you try to fight me like that. But I'll tell you what, because I like ya' so much I'm gonna give you a chance you try again, yeah? But listen... Try and take your time, don't rush it... I don't like to be disappointed."

What will you do Inari? His power is sweltering rapidly.

"...."

Inari said nothing, his palms alight with the brilliant gleam of his deep crimson energy. He would sign once more each one creating a trail of energy behind the last until a magnificent sanguine glyph lay visible in the space before him.

"FFFFFEEEESSSSSTTTTEEERRRR"

This whisper of a command rolled succinctly off his tongue. This beckoning activated the magic that has been brewing in the insanely heated sands. In the Area, directly beneath Inari, another magic circle would manifest. From it emerged a pillar of energy similar to the one fired at Aerys before.

Since he dropped his spear into the sand at the beginning of their encounter Inari had been feeding his essence deep into the desert below. Fester, activated the mystical power of his aura allowing him to claim dominion over the earth suffused with his magic. Inari was engulfed by the blazing pillar of energy that soared leagues into the skies piercing the thick gray clouds and revealing the setting face of Xelphis once more for a brief moment. When the beam dispersed Inari would be still in the same spot only now he was without his left wing. Had his magic misfired? Had he miscalculated? Maybe the heat was getting to him finally. Perhaps Aerys was right, maybe he was in over his head...

Or maybe...

RRRREEEEAAAACCCCCHHHHH!

This call could be heard, the voraciousness in his voice was almost blood-curdling! The magic coagulating in the sands below would cause a massive gapping well to form. A loud series of snarls rumbled the earth before a powerful inhale as an enormous amount of the air around them was drawn into the hole. This would make the temperature viable again albeit for a brief time. The ground began to shake violently before erupting like a bat out of hell would be a giant dragon skyrocketing towards Aerys. Hundreds of teeth filled the beast's mouth. The consistency of its body was like that of molten sands it was created except it was incredibly viscous with several thick barbs and thorns lining its side and protruding from its head. This was Inari's plant magic...

Its coming created a large dispersal of molten sand to scatter a diameter of at least 70 meters threatening to scorch and melt alive whoever unlucky to be touched by it.

Normally, his blood would be the catalyst for such a creation. However, since mastering the art of Aura manipulation he found that he could use his aura in place of his blood, and even though it would not be as powerful it still would prove exceptionally useful for preparing the stage before him. In no time the creature was attempting to ensnare Aerys in its jaws. Inari would be seen signing once more. As he did his other wing began to slowly fade...

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"...."

Inari said nothing, his palms alight with the brilliant gleam of his deep crimson energy. He would sign once more each one creating a trail of energy behind the last until a magnificent sanguine glyph lay visible in the space before him.
..during which Aerys remained perfectly poised after returning his gaze to his red haired foe, patiently waiting through Inari's bevy of handsigns and activation spells with his own arms folded across his chest. He wanted a show. He always did. So in his pride, he gifted the Myotis as much time as he would need to entertain his future king. A task that was no easy feat.. And yet..
"FFFFFEEEESSSSSTTTTEEERRRR"

This whisper of a command rolled succinctly off Inari's tongue, beckoning the magic brewing in the insanely heated sands. In the Area, directly beneath Inari, another magic circle would manifest. From it emerged a pillar of energy similar to the one fired at Aerys before…
"Ooo, you cheeky bastard!"

Aerys roared through his sudden excitement, his eyes drawn to the supernatural reactions roiling beneath him. The sudden reprieve of his molten atmosphere wouldn't last long, not with Aerys getting as excited as he was. Still, he was dying to see Inari's first true act of resistance. He waited with baited breath and violent fists, glowing brighter than Xelphis through the encroaching storm.

"Now that's what I wanna see! C'mon, then!"
"RRRREEEEAAAACCCCCHHHHH!"

This call could be heard, the voraciousness in his voice was almost blood-curdling! The magic coagulating in the sands below would cause a massive gapping well to form. A loud series of snarls rumbled the earth before a powerful inhale as an enormous amount of the air around them was drawn into the hole. This would make the temperature viable again albeit for a brief time.

The ground began to shake violently before erupting like a bat out of hell would be a giant dragon skyrocketing towards Aerys. Hundreds of teeth filled the beast's mouth. The consistency of its body was like that of molten sands it was created except it was incredibly viscous with several thick barbs and thorns lining its side and protruding from its head.
Aerys' face couldn't help but marvel at the size and ferocity of the incoming monster. He didn't know the Myotis, or any branch of their legendary family to be proficient in the art of summoning or conjuring. Inari's ability spoke for itself, and now it was high time Aerys responded.

"..hello beasty."

The monster offered him only seconds to properly muddle his thoughts. Carried by a massive wings of molten bramble, the beast was faster than physics should have allowed but Aerys had no intention of being caught in its talons. Instinct moved him faster than any short sighted plan would have. But before he did anything he returned his gaze to Inari. His red haired jester, only several meters away, once again kneading his Naten by way of handsigns. Aerys found the method archaic. Obsolete in most cases of conventional combat. How often did he think his enemy would sit around and wait while he prepared an attack? Perhaps that was the purpose of the floral fire monster. A distraction for something far more grand.

With time winding down and the gnashing beast closing in, Aerys took his chance to shoot him a loaded gaze. Eyes bright and wide. With a smile dripping at the crease with conceit.

"..."

Aerys truly wanted to see what else Inari had up his sleeve, but the competitive blood in his veins triggered him to action. Whatever scheme his foe was hatching, Aerys was gonna make him work for it. And no one could out work or outlast Aerys, the Unbreakable.

At this time, the creature was upon him. Traveling at wicked speeds. It was so close that Aerys could feel the heat from its molten belly rolling past its ensnaring fangs. But the beast was far too slow to wet its gums with glory. Well.. Too slow for Aerys, anyway. Soon Inari would see that the self appointed monarch was more than just pride, vanity and hot air made flesh. But his ignorance of the Tyre Tribe truly did him no favors. Being this close to one in single combat was basically suicide, even for the most adept spell casters.

From birth, an illustrious ordeal on it's own, the Tyre were trained in the void of space as a means of fully realizing the potential of their anthem. Their biological gifts predetermined their destiny as minors of the void. Explorers of the realms just beyond Vescrutian reach. And during his years of astral servitude, Aerys had taken many a tour across the cosmos where he and his siblings would grind asteroids to dust with their bare hands in search for viable minerals.

Aerys was incredibly loyal to the Acrix and the Tyre clan's incredibly orthodox sensibilities. They were taught that their bodies were vectors of discovery, not tools of warfare. They were sentinels. Not warriors. Still, Aerys managed to train and conditioned himself in between his duties until his skills reached the pinnacle of his tribe. And when it came to raw power; strength, speed, endurance, theirs was unlike any other.

Aerys once tested his mettle by flying to Xelphis as fast as he could, a feat that he managed in fifteen seconds flat. That was more than four years ago, and was perhaps his greatest marvel in terms of speed. But given his current situation, Aerys figured today was the day he smashed that adolescent record to pieces. Only this time he sweetened the challenge; he didn't plan to just fly straight up. This time he chose a target.

Aerys exploded from his position with an otherworldly impetus, propelling himself from the literal maw of death so fast the air quaked in response. Scorching hot sonic tremors. They flattened the earth beneath him, and hopefully the plant based behemoth suffered from the gnarly boom of air-pressure as well from point blank range. But that wasn't his motive. Aerys planned to pierce straight through Inari's body like a bolt of lightning before he flew out into orbit.

Naturally, due to the speed that he was traveling, any physical vestige of him was incredibly elusive to the human eye. But should Inari possess some uncanny, ocular abilities, he'd see Aerys was hardly human at all. He was a living inferno. A being of white hot plasma. Aerys promised that he wouldn't kill him, but there was a reason the Tyre were trained separately from each other. Conflict among the tribe could generate earthquakes if left unchecked. He liked to joke that he didn't know his own strength, but from only a few meters away Inari may have been blown to smithereens from contact. Luckily, the labyrinth had drained Aerys of his full strength, so Inari wouldn't experience the full breadth of his power. He'd gotten this far without staining his hands with the blood of the people he wanted to rule, but again, nothing would keep him from reaching his dream.

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"Oh, my family..."

Ovan marveled at the action carried out in front of him. Sand and sweat flew every which way in his immediate vicinity while he used his hooded cloak to shield his eyes, strafing their battlefield and moving away from the blast zone from the giant cannon fired at the ground a little further away from them. A great light show, even in broad daylight, he thought it time to make his way to realms beyond this combat.

"I'll have to take my leave now, you enjoy all of that action."

With a single gesture, Ovan's cape corners attached to his ankles like magnets, catching the wind of the battles unfolding nearby. It filled completely and the Hellgate took flight through the dust and wind. His target: some shining beacons he realized took flight in the explosive battles going on. What is a king if not resourceful? He found most of his quarry of his own volition, happy to avoid his cousins outright for the duration of the trial. If he could catch a pair in flight and make it to the Gates, he'd find himself beyond elated to make it out of the challenge alive. His cousins liked to break things to make a point and Ovan didn't consider himself a "thing".

In flight, the pressure from Aerys liftoff pushed Ovan further away than he initially presumed, but the cooling influence of the high altitudes gave him a moment of reprieve and a fresh breath of air to enjoy. With clear skies and a clear focus, Ovan tugged on his cloak's sides and maneuvered toward a rock bed just displaced by his nearby cousins' backdraft.
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What a truly marvelous sight to behold. Aerys had finally been prompted to action, this somewhat pleased Inari to know that he provided a call worth answering. He never doubted for a second that he could. Aerys's physique was...immaculate to say the least. Further testimony to how hard he had worked to obtain his right to claim victory semi-finals of the ceremony. Despite Inari's often brutish way of approaching battle, he was far more clever than he seemed. Something that Aerys would soon witness. The brilliant might Aerys took off with was so great it splattered the right side of the Dracofern's face just as it was so close to claiming his prey it could almost taste him. The force of his movements redirected the creature's trajectory, forcing it to fly down toward the hole it came from.

The art of hand seals was very old indeed. Each one serves as the next weave in a tapestry of purpose. Casters who can trace their magical powers to some of the most ancient origins still lean on them to this day. Inari was no such caster. What he needed was to create a suggestive flaw. To get him to underestimate Inari further. He had to prompt him to action, the Dracofern saw to that. Now Inari needed to change his course. King Aerys; The Unbreakable. Inari had no doubts that the Tyre would live up to his moniker.

Inari knew his lane.

Nothing he could muster, no manner of defense even if he had time to create one would offer him much solace. Fortunately, he needed none. The moment he saw the sweltering fist of his opponents growing he knew close combat would be inevitable which prompted him to come up with a little scheme, something that would draw him a little time while he waited for the night to come. Right before Aerys would've made an impact "Inari" would cease the phony signing and grab his chest. With all the force he could muster he tore open his flesh revealing a swirling void of Blood Magic. This no doubt caught the hotheaded heir by surprise. Blood manipulation and plant magic were byproducts of his Anthem, indeed, the truth of the matter is that Inari's anthem in totality is only truly limited by his imagination. He was not exclusively of Myotis blood. The brunt of his abilities came from the side no one knew about. The power of the Crimson Fae. A power that begets sacrifice but allowed him to perform extraordinary magical feats.

The spear he dropped fed his essence into the dessert. The beam fired earlier was used to not only gauge his prey's movement speed which was damn fast but the beam was also magnified by the magic brewing in the earth. That same beam that erupted from the ground was hollowed in the center completely masking Inari just long enough for him to create a clone of blood to which he imparted a sizable amount of naten. Thus the loss of one of his aura wings. Leaving the clone whose dual purpose was to serve as the portal and use its voice to activate the magic that the original Inari created. The creature that was summoned had been in the process of "baking" since the moment Inari dropped the spear. This is where the Myotis bloodline truly showed its magnificence. Inari could cast spells or conjure from his blood with intent alone, however, for more powerful works his voice may be needed to activate the call that his magic obeyed. Hence the calls that were used through the clone earlier. The pseudo-signing might as well have been a matador's flag... while he himself retreats into the clouds above where he could pull the strings of this play and begin enveloping his frame in the moonlight as it eventually would the entirety of the desert.

Oh my Inari...that technique is it from--

His familiar spoke from within their shared vessel which was not in plain sight. Right before this contest, Inari came face to face with a fearsome creature. In its body was a legion of insects. The beast also possessed an ability that Inari still struggled to recreate. It could use its naten to affect space allowing it to create "slits" in said space that it could travel through. Dimensional magic was not his forte but he grasped enough of the concept to be able to create these portals where his naten was exceptionally consecrated. The amount of concentration this took would normally be a hindrance but with the graciousness of King Aerys, he had more than enough time to set things in motion. Aerys shot straight into the portal which placed him where Inari's naten was the most concentrated right at the intersection of the well in the earth he created and the Dracofern that was speedily approaching the hole it was birthed from.

The Tyre, yes I can see why the name fosters such respect, and conceit

Inari thought

This Tyre, his aim was the title of King, and Inari stood in his way, another nail to be hammered. Though just as Inari knew nothing of the Tyre, Aerys knew even less about the Myotis. Let alone one such as Inari. The aftershock of the force the clone was still hit with finished it off causing it to splatter. The clone's purpose was now served. Moving so fast with such fervent purpose, Aerys probably wouldn't be able to shift trajectory on a dime. A mighty force separated the clouds again revealing inari. This time altering their path to the point they would gather themselves together no longer. Xelphis was practically at rest and the glorious light of the moon had begun to arise but was not yet the dominant celestial body. He no longer possessed wings of aura but the wings that were his birthright, the pair were large and pitch black. His ears were longer, and the blessing of vampirism was starting to awaken. As it stood though it was only partially awake. He looked winded and hunched over a bit. The tax of such elaborate magical output after already fending for his life in the maze was not one he could not hide. He wasn't done though, he would not relent until he felt he had done himself justice. He needed to test the true limits of his might. To know how far he'd come the things he had endured, to know the journey had been well worth it!

"Combust..."

At that moment the integrity of the Draco fern would destabilize causing the already volatile energies of its creation to ignite a cataclysmic cylindrical explosion that would completely fill the well as well sending a ridiculous arcane force cascading upon Aerys. The shockwaves of force send large ripples through the sand like waves. Inari could feel the moon call to him, it was tugging at his mind with the thrill of release, enveloping him in its caressing lux. A few breaths in and his rabid breathing became more contained... his aura faded completely. He didn't have much aura to spare, to begin with. He'd have to use his blood now. He touched his gut, the place where his ava lived. Now that he thought about it. Inari never even gave his name...

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Aerys didn't pull up in time to avoid the last second crimson tunnel that opened before him. He was going way too fast to even think about doing that, but Inari however had some incredible foresight. Aerys plunged directly into the portal and appeared out the other end, where the fiery crimson explosion from the felled plant dragon enveloped him in full force.

The explosion tore into the darkened skies like a geyser, swathing away the clouds and revealing the moon above. When the smoke cleared, the moonlight was glistening on Aerys. And those celestial beams followed him float from the smoludering pit and revealed there was not a scratch on him from the blast. Not one. His arms were relaxed at their sides and those intense beacons of energy occilating from his fist had coalesced into a translucent film of amethyst that covered his impregnable ebony armor like a second skin.

"..was that It?!"

Aerys yearned to Inari as he dusted the sand and ash from his shoulders. There was never a doubt in his mind that he could endure whatever the Myotis tossed at him, but his second solar skin would keep any lethal, unseen, floral blood magic byproducts from sneaking through his defenses. He'd be remiss to not respect the foe he didn't truly understand. Wizardry came in all shapes and sizes, some methods were more cowardice than others, but the sublties in combat were often the differences makers.

"Talk about a bag'o tricks, mate. I don't think I've ever had this much fun waiting for something to happen."

Aerys said smirking as he floated further from the earth with his arms folded across his chest once more. Clearly his opponent held an advantage on the ground so Aerys sought to keep the remainer of this bout a few thousand feet in the air.. Perhaps even further. But now, he felt himself cling to his defensive protocols. In his time as a soldier and a warrior, Aerys found that Wizards demanded a diligent study of their craft before they could be properly engaged. Rushing in with his head down would only get him so far. Despite how far he figured the gap in their skill, it would be for nought if the Myotis took advanatge of his pride and impulses. He was smarter than he looked. Cunning. Just as the stories about the reclusive tribe conveyed. Aerys woukd have to wait for his opportunity.

"I thought you'd be all talk, not gonna lie. But this is turning out to be a bit of fun. What else ya got? Do you have any more plant friends? Tell'em they're gonna have to hit me harder than that."

And wait he did with hid arms crossed and his lips creased with conceit. But as he looked at his opponent, he saw that Inari had taken some gruesome transformation while he was digging himself out of the ground. It was freakish. Animalistic. Not at all what Aerys was expecting.

"Whoa.. you alright, mate?"

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What a spectacle, darkness and dragons and rifles, oh my! Ovan, in all his wisdom, caught a massive gust of wind from the force of Aerys blasting through the Myotis barrier of destruction. The speed and energy that filled his caped parachute sent him flying directly towards the Gate of Kings and away from the Acrix desert. The more carnage laid upon the Acrix landscape, the more honorable corpses that were blown into to smithereens by their successors. Ovan grinned, knowing that he'd make it without much trouble. He had an eye on a few shiny pieces riding the skies and tugged on his cape to regain control after being blown off trajectory.

"Hmph, my kingdom for a key."

Ovan felt confident he could gather the last two before being assailed by his distant family. With no other Horus Hellgate present, whether not invited or fallen already, he just needed to claim his King's Right and cash in Rhugris' Gamble.
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"Heh... hehe haha..."

Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. To shoulder the weight of such a mighty blow as if it was nothing. Remarkable. Inari had met his match, in truth that might have even been a flattering assumption. It was very possible that he had met a foe beyond his current skill. The bounds of his magical abilities were still aloof to him against a for who his blood and energy could not permeate how was his to succeed? He was beginning to see his naivety.

"I tried to tell you before we got here Inari"

The spirit snickered much to Inari's irritation. He did tell him there were members of the family that were his total opposites. He never imagined a being with such potent defensive abilities. This entire time he has merely evaded or just completely withstood his attacks. No matter how clever he might think himself to be if he lands an attack and it doesn't damage his target then all his tricks were for naught.

"This here is what I've been trying to explain to you. What you are witnessing here is the difference between learning your powers through wild encounters and being raised within a community where you are cultivated and groomed entirely around your culture. You have no knowledge of the Hellgate yet you joined this contest purely to showboat. You thought you could fling your magic around and use the abundance of naten you possess to overwhelm your opponent. That clearly here, is not the case..".

He said nothing, he could not deny the accountability before him. He knew nothing of the community he had always been alone, shunned, and isolated. Meeting his mother availed nothing but partial truth and left him with more questions than answers. His abilities were unrefined, and his fighting style and execution were barbarous. Apparently, this was not the Myotis way, but what would he know of any of that?

"You think of this as I'm unaware?! That is the entire reason I am here the entire reason I am fighting!"

"WHAT IS THAT REASON THEN INARI?! WHY ARE YOU HERE WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING?!

At this moment the force of the blast had eradicated the cloud and the full brunt of Kyrin's light ensnared him. As he was wrapped in the moon's light his exhausted demeanor would begin to fade completely. He stood completely upright his fangs grew larger, and his claws sharper and elongated as well. His eyes swelled with frustration gritting his fangs as his body began its umbral change. Vampirism, a trait the Myotis elvs had. When exposed to moonlight their powers were increased exponentially. As was the threat to their sanity. They became faster, and stronger and they're the naten in their blood more lethal than ever. Inari clenched his chest, he was so agitated. The trial of the maze had shown him so much, he hadn't even had the time to metabolize much of it. What he did know is that no matter what he needed to find his people. Why? well... because

I FIGHT....I FIGHT FOR THE FAMILY I WAS DENIED!

His hand over his ava, the second heart that all Myotis possed. A separate organ whose blood was well endowed with naten. Activated by the thrill of the lunar light this blood began to course through him rejuvenating him back entirely. The fatigue of the maze's effects no longer hindered him. He might as well be brand new. Aerys was just now climbing out of the hole. Not a single mark upon him.

"Finally...the truth comes out. When this contest began you acted as if it was the Myotis who needed you instead of the other way around. Do not underestimate the longest surviving family in the Hellgate name. There was no war that had been won alone. Let me help you Inari, for I to have a vow to keep..."
"Talk about a bag'o tricks, mate. I don't think I've ever had this much fun waiting for something to happen."
"To stand by your side, to pick you up when you fall short...not just because I promised your mother. But because well...I, after all, we've been through together, I've kinda taken a liking to you. I truly believe you will be the one to break Myoti's curse. So I will fight with you, after all... We're friends right?"

The dazzling azure light of Kyrin coalesced around him. His eyes watered but no tears would fall. A friend? None sense... ever since he awoke on this god-forsaken rock he had spent his time searching for a means to understand his heritage, his power so that he could dominate it as well. His hunger kept him separate from any life he would harm, the nature spirit The Wood saw to his isolation. Though he had to admit, ever since he consumed that half-orc mercenary his views on companionship had...evolved. Everyone and everything had served as mere tools for his ambitions. He never once stopped to think about how anyone perceived him, he never cared. But Amrit...Amrit was a reflection of his soul, their bond was something different, ethereal. Over the last year, they had overcome many trials and carved Inari's desires into every battle and opposition he came across. Did he view him as a friend? He could tell the spirit meant his words, their bond prevented them from hiding anything from each other. Inari could barely believe what he was about to say, but perhaps it was time for him to learn the power of community. Facing a foe together...as one.

"Fine spir-Amrit, you win...let us face him, together"

He thought. Aerys was now in the air. Truly he was unbreakable, in not only body but mind as well. Maybe... Amrit felt the jury was still out on that. Inari could not see the depths of his power, but his familiar who had witnessed countless lifetimes before knew very well what a Myotis in moonlight could do. As the light circulated around him his birth rune would gleam.

"Magus..."

The merging of souls, the sharing of a mind and a body. One would not know where Amrit began and Inari ended. They were now a singularity. Seconds passed and a burst of blue energy would reveal Inari. The pressure of his awakening could be felt for miles. So thick and intense he could scarcely contain it. His eyes were blazing with energy while behind him were three white fox tails. Inari's birth rune, Progenitors Aria, allowed him to access the occult knowledge and martial wisdom of its passed user, in this case, Inari's mother who had a rather unique magical ability. Aside from being a powerful water caster, she could cause her blood to mirror the pull of the moon's grasp on the waves. With the intention of "pulling" naten from her targets. A gift she shared with her child whose own power blood now became endowed with the energy of the moon reflecting its pull.
"Whoa.. you alright, mate?"
Their eyes now met, and his stance was still the same as it was when they first encountered each other at the beginning of this fray. Undaunted, unperturbed. He could not shatter him, but he could force him to use every drop of power he had, forcing his well to run dry.

"Inariel, Inariel Myotis Hellgate. My name, warrior.

He did not give it when they first began he would surely give it now. Aerys was not a foe he would soon forget. He was both an unstoppable force and an Immovable object. Inariel refused to concede, the encounter was reaching its climax. One of them would relent. From under Inariel's feet, a pool of azure blood would quickly gather. His left hand would rise and a current of blood would mirror this motion rising and arching over him. His left hand would close and as it did 2 pillars of blood would rise and morph beside him forming two clones of him. Each possessed one tail. All had wings. One of the Inari's arms would liquify morphing into bloody tendrils. The Other one's fist swelled ripe with a different kind of energy it was greenish in hue increasing his fist size to that of a basketball.

" Vsal' Kaneu"

It rolled off his tongue with the grace of a smooth note, a tune that prompted his doubles to action. It is known that the Myotis can command their blood via sound, their true power comes, when they sing...

They accosted Aerys, the first "Inari" in a hairline of a second appeared in Infront of Aerys, his tendril aiming to wrap itself around his neck the other one from above his hand radiating a deep green flare coming down on Aerys with an overhead smash. The "Inari" with the torrent of blood around him could be seen whisking his hands about while uttering a series of words in a langue the Tyre would not recognize. The blood followed his movements its nature shifting and morphing into something unknown. The same greenish hue from one of the Inaris began to endow the blood he was controlling as it slowly began to harden. Just what was he planning?
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Re: Rhugris' Gamble: Out Of The Frying Pan...

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"Inariel, Inariel Myotis Hellgate. My name, warrior.

He did not give it when they first began he would surely give it now. Aerys was not a foe he would soon forget. He was both an unstoppable force and an Immovable object. Inariel refused to concede, the encounter was reaching its climax.

Inari's left hand would close and two pillars of blood would rise and morph beside him forming two clones of him. Each possessed one tail. All had wings.
"Charmed mate, glad to see you taking the kiddie gloves off."

Aerys smiled and unfolded his arms upon watching Inari forge his set of winged, blood clones. It would seem he finally found the young Tyre worthy of sharing formalities with. Even more interesting though, Inari also deemed it necessary to reveal his true power! One sanctioned by the full moon beaming on them both. He remembered reading something about the Myotis and their lycan like affiliation with Vescrutia's two orbiting moons. He found the idea fascinating, considering he'd paid several visits to both moons and saw nothing of the ordinary. Nothing noteworthy that the Myotis could potentially draw from, yet here he was. And watching it happen up close was a different experience entirely.

Nevertheless.

"Oi, what's this? You've brought more friends?"

He said with his eyes squared up his three foes before they focused on whom he believed to be the original Inari. But regardless which one was real, two of them were conjuring up another spell. Aerys responded by casually opening one of his palms; both of them had been radiating catastrophic levels of heat and pressure ever since this battle began. The likes of which have been razing the environment into a molten hellscape despite Aerys keeping their output in check. What emerged from his palm was a translucent sphere of Naten that burned black and amethyst. It was barely the size of his palm, but the amount of destructive power Aerys had been loading within it was off the charts.

"Heh, thought I already told you.. they ain't gon' save ya' mate."
They accosted Aerys, the first "Inari" in a hairline of a second appeared in Infront of Aerys, his tendril aiming to wrap itself around his neck the other one from above his hand radiating a deep green flare coming down on Aerys with an overhead smash. The "Inari" with the torrent of blood around him could be seen whisking his hands about while uttering a series of words in a langue the Tyre would not recognize.
Aerys watched the clone pounce on him faster than he could blink and eye. There was no magic involved or enhancing at him. Just sheer speed. And it was a massive increase compared to what Inari had displayed before. Not that Aerys couldn't keep up of course, but if his fox themed opponent survived the next few seconds, he'd be sure to share his praise. But first, Aerys was going to test just how tough he truly was.

Just as the Inari clone was set to make an impact, the tiny sphere at the center of Aerys' palm would ignite. And the explosion that occurred blistered the desert for miles on end. Tremors and cracks drew splinters in the desert.. The clouds above him were swallowed in the amethyst inferno. Suffocated. Incinerated. Everything was. The sands, the air. Even Aerys seemed to have been vaporized in the cataclysm.

The Tyre had been preparing this attack since the beginning of this battle. It was one of the few techniques he'd been able to mold and practice. The pulverizing force, the unbearable heat, anything that wasn't crushed into fine particles was surely incinerated into vapor. And to make matters worse, the heat was here to stay. It was hellish to say the least, at least a hundred times as hot as it was prior. The forest that Ovan was originally hiding in, from the trees to the natural waters, was reduced to a molten swamp of melting matter. The heat forged glass along the shattered surface of the arid tundra, only to be destroyed from the might of the explosion. Aerys literally terraformed the environemnt. It made living, growing, surviving simply unsustainable for someone unlike him. This was the "Solar Fission".

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