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The Blessed Woodlands

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Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

Untold aggression, overwhelming might, and endless power. Already Uria unleashed another salvo and then another, every strike was accompanied by another set of projectiles. Howling mouths, rusted shards, fangs dripping with poison. All of these accompanied Uria's offensive until they were upon Zeke with a final strike, their three other weapons coming down in unison...

A sword for one arm. The halberd for another. One swing from the club to knock his head into their sword's path. Then, with terrible finality, the blade struck home. Really, Uria had simply picked the biggest target. Their golden blade had shorn off Zeke's beard with an almost graceful set of swipes!

Well, his beard and most of his cheek and neck. With a cheeky grin Uria pulled back with the slaughtered facial hair dangling from one hand. "Got it!"

Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke

Was this it? Was this the end? No, no, no, no, no, no!

WORLDEND BREAKER

When did his shocked frown turn into a big ol' cheeky grin? No, he must have been smiling all along. When she ravaged him with her weapons, when all those little bits punched straight into him, when her final sword rushed to kiss his neck. The harmless, hapless, armless fool just kept dancing madly against God's storm.

His opened wounds bubbled with white hot steam. Then, energy. Suddenly. Irresistibly. Geheheheh! Amazing, everything you just said is wrong.

Zeke's shine turned so hot, so bright, it threatened to melt everything around him. This surge of energy seared, pushed, burned - like a sun. That sun repelled her slash, and pushed Uria away from him in the nick of time. An explosion of heat, energy, and what could only be described as an essence from another world. Another history. Another side. Yet it was no different from the void. In the end, it would always consume. It would always be himself. Whether he drew God closer or pushed it away, Zeke would make it his nonetheless.

I'm having fun. And I certainly won't take you seriously.


His burning eye glowed with such intensity. It didn't stop, it didn't falter. The heat and light just got more intense by the second! So hot, it could make a man's gaze boil inside out just to look at him! Even despite being covered in wounds, he stroked his beard intently and-

WAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! His eyes widened in shock and horror. The brat... t-the damn brat! How could it, how! It... it....

His precious beard! It was ruined! How could you do this!!! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! The smoldering heat and light stopped immediately, and Zeke started bawling his eyes out, even with a single stumped arm he managed to somehow look even more pathetic and prideless. Even a God launched away by such a violent blast of radiant energy was way less common than this kind of sight.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

Such incredible heat! If Uria went diving deep into that even they wouldn't be able to stand around it forever. Hahaha, how fun! They should show him something fun too. There was nothing exactly that Uria had which would stop this in a flashy way. Their weapons weren't made of the darkness and it would take so many shots to whittle it down! That wouldn't be fun at all. Besides, they wanted to test this anyways! Then their body glew with lines tracing across their body, the light of Paths. A bond created was reinforced, two hearts joined regardless of distance. They discarded their weapon and opened their hand.

True Cold of Avici

To oppose the heat was a hellish cold, an infinite stillness at the bottom of the world. Nothing was in motion. Nothing could change. Everything would be as it was, forever. A bitter truth, a ruthless judgement, this was a chill that froze the very air. An ice that encroached upon the heat of another world and rendered it null. Once Zeke's support had ended, nothing could save that from Uria. The sun, the alien energy had been trapped in a prison of ice. But that wasn't really Uria's concern. They simply held up their blackened, red hand to their face with a mild curiosity. "Uwah, your powers are so cool, Lubei!" Their hand had been frozen to the bone. The blood inside had crystallized and expanded, tearing through the hand like red diamonds while the flesh turned harder than rock. And with a careless smack against the prison Uria shattered that hand into fragments without so much as a blink.

They jumped atop it to stare down at Zeke, still dangling the beard in their remaining hand. "Hey, are you okay, fatty uncle? I wanted to give your beard a trim because it looked sooooooo long."

Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke

"..ah?"

Everything changed when he saw that power firsthand. If it wasn't for his arm covering his face, even Uria would be able to tell his degenerate expression when the God used that power. Seeing it though... it made him feel all tingly and funny inside. And this was the crux of the contradiction. Because even Zeke could not struggle against his nature. His fate. His overwhelming desire.

But that Ice somehow emerged from PATHS as well. it was... it was... simply marvellous!


Zeke sniffled. That was the cutest beard in the Nexus... But just as it looked like he'd sniffle and cry some more - he pounced on Uria and gave the God a big fatty hug, ruffling its head with his cracked stump and rubbing his face all over Uria's cheek. Amazing. You're amazing. It's my loss! Completely and utterly!

Feelings were complicated. Even against something like this, he couldn't let go of his emotions. His self. Zeke was simply too egotistical to let go of that, even when it just added more fuel into the bonfire.

But it didn't mean he gave up. Uria should be able to feel it too, even despite the affectionate rubbing.

Wrestling is best of three, eh?

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

"Hmmmmm." They still had their sword in their hands. It wouldn't be tough to lash out right now and reduce him to little cutlets. Sure, their sword was going to break sooner rather than later... But they just didn't really feel like it. "Well, we can't really do much right now, fatty uncle. It only matters if there's something to lose. And there's not a lot here anymore."

Uria shrugged their shoulders, turning their gaze towards the woodlands.

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