Fujitora's massive wave of gravity collided with Sephiroth's massive dragon of fire. The skies roared and shook with massive energies, colored in purple gravitational forces, purple lightning, red fire and black Busou-shoku no Haki. A truly apocalyptic clash, it was seen, felt and heard all over Raijin Island. The enormous clash pushed Fujitora and Sephiroth away from one another, generating some distance between them. But, Fujitora persisted. He would not back down - he had the hardheadedness of an annoying old man. Rushing forward, Fujitora swung his sword a number of times in the blink of an eye, unleashing 10 powerful flying slashes, all purple in color. The flying slashes carried the properties of gravity. Sephiroth mimicked Fujitora, also swinging his sword a number of times in the blink of an eye, also unleashing 10 flying slashes. His, however, were of fire - scorching hot, orange at the edge but blue toward the center, signaling more potency and higher levels of heat.
The twenty flying slashes all collided with one another, destabilizing each other and dissipating. Using a Soru-esque technique, but done with the propulsion of fire, Sephiroth had disappeared from his location and rushed past the dissipating clash, appearing in front of Fujitora. With his sword raised high up into the air and held with both hands, Sephiroth roared.
Fiery heaven's sword!!!
Sephiroth swung his sword downward, the blade of the sword whirling with fire. Suddenly, a massive pillar of fire, shaped like the blade of a katana, erupted from the ground below Fujitora, all the way up to the sky above them. An attack truly great, it looked like the fiery blade of a god from heavens. Busou-shoku no Haki tempered the sword, aiming to engulf, cut down and burn Fujitora.
In the meantime, Orianna, Orochimaru and the rest of the group, carrying the unconscious Gabriel, were traversing the lands of Raijin Island, discussing. At some point during the conversation, Orochimaru pointed out his wish to experiment on Sephiroth. The words resonated inside the mind of the unconscious Gabriel, causing him to wake up. Gabriel grabbed the shoulder of whoever was carrying him, tightening his grip to the point where the person's shoulder would hurt - Gabriel didn't have the remaining energy to crush the shoulder, but he also didn't wish to to begin with. Instead, he simply summoned the attention toward himself. If the group looked toward him, they'd see him glaring at them - contained anger in his eyes.
I will not let anyone touch him...!
While the fight up in the sky between Fujitora and Sephiroth was taking place, an equally important event was taking place at the mansion. Camille awaited to see who was coming, but she did not expect it do be who it ultimately was. A figure approached the mansion, his silhouette covered in shadows until he was close enough. As he stepped out of the shadows and into the light, procured by the lightning up in the heavens, his identity was revealed - and Camille was in disbelief.
THE DARK ELF, King Kalakab Morrow, and the biological father of Prince Landayan Morrow.
Inside the mansion, Cyla, who was slowly getting back to consciousness, could feel the aura outside the mansion. Something big was going on. Slowly and with great struggle, Cyla elevated into a sitting position. Once she finally made it, she clenched her right fist and grit her teeth, angered by her own powerlessness.
Tsch... I need to help... Maybe if I....
The twenty flying slashes all collided with one another, destabilizing each other and dissipating. Using a Soru-esque technique, but done with the propulsion of fire, Sephiroth had disappeared from his location and rushed past the dissipating clash, appearing in front of Fujitora. With his sword raised high up into the air and held with both hands, Sephiroth roared.
Fiery heaven's sword!!!
Sephiroth swung his sword downward, the blade of the sword whirling with fire. Suddenly, a massive pillar of fire, shaped like the blade of a katana, erupted from the ground below Fujitora, all the way up to the sky above them. An attack truly great, it looked like the fiery blade of a god from heavens. Busou-shoku no Haki tempered the sword, aiming to engulf, cut down and burn Fujitora.
DPR (10 flying fire slashes): 120: 5. Town Level + S:+4 + COA: +2 = 11. Small Continent Level
DPR (Fiery heaven's sword): 120: 5. Town Level + S+:+5 + COA: +3 = 13. Moon Level
DPR (Fiery heaven's sword): 120: 5. Town Level + S+:+5 + COA: +3 = 13. Moon Level
In the meantime, Orianna, Orochimaru and the rest of the group, carrying the unconscious Gabriel, were traversing the lands of Raijin Island, discussing. At some point during the conversation, Orochimaru pointed out his wish to experiment on Sephiroth. The words resonated inside the mind of the unconscious Gabriel, causing him to wake up. Gabriel grabbed the shoulder of whoever was carrying him, tightening his grip to the point where the person's shoulder would hurt - Gabriel didn't have the remaining energy to crush the shoulder, but he also didn't wish to to begin with. Instead, he simply summoned the attention toward himself. If the group looked toward him, they'd see him glaring at them - contained anger in his eyes.
I will not let anyone touch him...!
While the fight up in the sky between Fujitora and Sephiroth was taking place, an equally important event was taking place at the mansion. Camille awaited to see who was coming, but she did not expect it do be who it ultimately was. A figure approached the mansion, his silhouette covered in shadows until he was close enough. As he stepped out of the shadows and into the light, procured by the lightning up in the heavens, his identity was revealed - and Camille was in disbelief.
THE DARK ELF, King Kalakab Morrow, and the biological father of Prince Landayan Morrow.
Inside the mansion, Cyla, who was slowly getting back to consciousness, could feel the aura outside the mansion. Something big was going on. Slowly and with great struggle, Cyla elevated into a sitting position. Once she finally made it, she clenched her right fist and grit her teeth, angered by her own powerlessness.
Tsch... I need to help... Maybe if I....