Coronel back... Sticking with old habbits (Open)

It has been a while, streets of people were becoming courages and he did not like it. People did not know what it ment to be at the mercy of a meta any more. He pondered in his mind should I take out my daziling blades and strike fear once again or just mutilate them by having them kill each other to struggle and live... Hmm but if that happened then one would be left allive and I dont like those odds he said quietly in his head. He looked down on the people using his telekenisis to float over head the city. He was looking for a well crowded place to start; he seen a place about 10 blocks form the park. [color=red] Well is this not perfect, I will just drop in to say I'm back. People love to know that a world class villian is back on the loose.

He lowered down into the streets as he leveled with the second story floor. He held out his hands and used his ability to hold as many people still from not moving. About 94 percent of the people haulted while everyone else looked up at him. He wasted no time to focus a litle to stop the remaining people. Helicopters in the area raced to his location and started brodcasting. He seen himself on the big screen and only thought how perfect the just made this. Moving his hands together people on the outer most ring of the stopped induviduals started to die in different was, but ruffly the same. Decapitation or the cutting of some limb or being crused to death.

Oh what a joyful day. Blood ran dark and thick in the streets as it rushed into the sewers, but left behind a gigantc stain of blood to be seen by others.
After laying waste to the people one the ground he raced to the chopper and grabbed the camera. On the big screen people watched as he spoke. People of California... No the U.S. I challenge your force against mine see you around. The camera started to fly in circles crazily since he broke the tail off the chopper. The camera recorded the fire burning away at the people still inside as Coronel simply walked around the site.

The atrocities would not stand. Yamm was sunbathing on the beach when everything went down. He was simply drifting off into the Godsleep when his mind echoed out with the reverbs of voices. Two voices, two of them calling out from their own minds. Yamm guide my soul to Seppam! The first voice was a woman. He immediately knew her as he had been with her since the day she was ushered into the world from her mother's womb. Alicia Song, an Asian American banker. Father of Leviathans be with us in our solemn hour! was a male's voice. Fredrick Ruthiford, a chemist. Yamm didn't even move a muscle formt he beach, and yet suddenly, before three dozen witnesses... he simply vanished.

Yamm appeared in the blood-stain, looking around at the lives lost. His stoic face looking about as he gauged the mess that was made. He saw, still within the clutches of telekinetic power (though to him it was merely an invisible force) were his devout followers. Yamm held out his hand and with a grunt he was able to apport his faithful servants back into his temple, a sanctum to all who knew the name of Yamm. This left The Dragon King, the Primordial of Chaos to deal with the strange man. He said nothing, did nothing saver for stare at the man who floated there. He was unimpressed, looking over the man he was able to use his ability intuition in order to discern the use of powerful telekinesis, and as such he was able to begin formulating defenses.

He sighed as he folded his arms over his chest, watching, waiting and always vigilant, his perceptions beyond the realm of mortal comprehension. He was able to finally accept that this one, lowly life-form believed itself superior. That in it's own right was punishable, especially for such an under-developed primate such as himself. Yamm awaited and observed the unknown man as if expecting something to happen.

It was so rejoyceful when suddenly someone stepped in. An idiot? No a complete dumbass thats what. He saved the humans that did not get crushed yet which was not the fun way to do things. He atleast wanted a few more people dead before interference, but he even knew no one got what they always wanted. He would atleast get to kill this guy who had the nuts to stare down Coronel.

He stood there looking at Coronel as if he was paranoid. Was this guy going to do something or was he going to be silent and look at him in some homo way. What a creep. He raised his hand a a human behind Coronel started to float. He was about now at Coronel's floating level when he pointed to the right of himself and the left of the new guy. The person gained speed quickly flying toward an open street that had nothing but nice hard concrete waiting for him.

He was using this to see what the guy would do. Would he care as much to save one more life or would he attack Coronel. It was also the humans fault. If you see an incident dont come running up to it exspecting all the answers without punishment. With those few seconds of thought he smirked and even grin as he watched the guy.

The Coronel launched a man to his death? Cute, unfortunately for him, Death was of little consequence for someone like Matthew(Yamm). His eyes narrowed as the man was launched. He sighed as he set out and went to work. Within an instant he seemed to step forward and yet...he was still standing in the same place as well. His arms still crossed as a second Yamm moved in for the save. There was a Yamm after-image drawing three katana's in each hand, wielding his legendary weapon, the claws of Chaos. One blade alight with Quintessence lightning, the other a mist of water, and the final ablaze with the black winds of chaos. (+1 Chaos Control: After-imaging) (+1 Chaos Control: Limited Teleportation: Teleport to clone within 91 meters)

Yamm's first after-image clone caught the human with no issues, the second one closed in towards The Coronel, the Original Yamm sacrificing it to replace it, the soul-claws ready to slice at him as he moved with impressive speeds. Focusing on his Energies he managed to increase his speeds to inhuman levels, he has awoken the dragon within and harnessed it's styles. He also took upon himself the Dragon's focus, allowing him the ability to walk on air as if it were land. (Chaos Control: +3 to Speed.)(Chaos Control: +4 Fighting Skills) (Chaos Control: +1 Flight)

Yamm charged him, his skin flashing as his armor and his haori appeared upon his back, glowing with the power of Origin. (Origin Manipulation Yamm's Armor) He fired aimed out to grapple the coronel if not stab him in the eye with superior skill. He leapt, lightning fast reflexes as his blade closed in, and if that as unsuccessful, then Yamm would attempt to grab with his hand, hoping to grab the man.

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It was like a hinderance infront of him when he seen a shift and then felt his ties cut from the guy he had thrown. "Well now he must be able to make copies" he thought as he held his hands out away from his person. His swords sprung to his hands and with a grip they sprung out to their full lengths. A white katana and a black. The site of him look fearsome, but them being just swords was nothing. He watched as the guy was put down out of harms way. Stupid people getting into shit that dont suit them. He was ready for his attack.

The guy had started towards him and he did not think to look to see if the other clone was getting closer. He truly did not see the clone long enough to care. He held out the black blade to his side. His arm and the blade stretched at full length to comence his attack. He swung with great force as powerful wave strong enough to for himself back was unleashed through the sword.

He was not looking to cut or kill him from the start so a simple pushing wave fired from the flat end of his sword basically like that of a fan. He too had his own form of weaponry just like Coronel, but nothing would save his ass from the trouble he was in. He sprinted in full speed closing in on the guy following behind his wave. He could jump in to gain speed, but he choose for the wave to hit first. He held both swords charging his next attack for when the guy held off the wave he would strike him.

Ready or not, he had a terrible way of showing it. Yamm quickly made use of his last available after-image teleporting himself through his powers this time, and not some Chaos control. He was flawless, there was nothing at all that cut, or gave it off, it was seamless. The after-image moved towards the telekinetic barrier and Yamm himself teleported behind it, right before Liffy, not two feet away. Matthew was already half way through his swing, and Liffy as of yet had not moved. His superior fighting skills gave him an obvious striking and movement advantage.
 
    Yamm's hand stuck out swiftly and went to grapple the man anywhere he could, and if/when he did he would allow himself to be overcome by the hunger, and intense damage would be done (lv8) as whatever he touched would be destroyed, converted into energy and he would draw it in with a mighty breath in. If not it would remain charged there until he used it. It would be interesting to see how this went.
 
  Meanwhile an after image used it's own movement to circle behind Liffy, and the second After image shot up and was running at him from his 8 o'clock. The last after image ran away with the human, taking him to safety before the psychopath could do anything more.
 

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He seen him faze through his wave and thought impossible. How could anyone go through that attack. He was wandered as he seen him trying to reach for him. "Oh no, this is going to suck." His thoughts pour into his head fast coming up with a way out. He used his own ability against himself sending him crashing into the ground. He did use a full fored push, but was able to pull back strong enough that if he had blood it would bruise his joints in his hips and legs.

He looked back at Yamm when he seen that thanks to using his power he caught another double trying to get his back. He stomped his foot on the ground using his ability to pull a chunk of cement and throw it at the clone. Sure to him that it would impact he turned his blade ponting the sharp end at the ground ready to cut this guy in half. His energy he was able to keep on his blade was now charged and ready.

The blades had this glow to them showing that they were at his full strength. The white seemed dimmer and the black brighter. He held both out to his shoulder until they became parrallel with the ground. He swung at the same time as they made a perfect x shape that covered the city road and zipped to Yamm. It cut through the buildings and streets like butter, but he was aiming to be able to see if he can nick him with a fast response.

He did like to fight, but his was overpower the weak and/or kill the strong. This is what he was good at and this new pretacessor seemed a challenge wich made Coronel smirk as he grew more and more interested in playing. If he survived this the fun and games could begin.

The X would knick Yamm, but the Origin energy imbued within his armor was able to take the force, saving him from any severe damages. The only thing that saved him was his jumping, arching his back and twisting to the side. There was a nice chunk torn off the side of the armor, though he had but small brush burns. He landed with his back towards the man who attacked him. In accordance with his being an Eldritch being, he could see the man from a third person perspective, watching his movements. Matthew hopped back and did a back hand-spring and turned himself mid spring. He whipped his foot around to kick the man in the jaw with his highly powerful armor and then would strike with the swords, the left claws slashing diagonally down to the right, the twisting and slicing left and following it up with an attempt to stab him with the right claws that were still back and ready to fire out.

He was careful to watch this man, contemplating his next move and being careful to watch for any little tricks the man might have stored up.

This guy he fought was one of his strongest if not the strongest he had went against in his life. He continued attacking as the chunk of cement and dirt landed in the distance crashing causing a mass of debri cluster in a small area. He was ready to continue his strikes when Yamm pulled a few fast ones. This guys speed was great just like his was to and luckily he could keep up to missdirect some of the blows.

He was not looking to get scewered in half. He did however get nicked which did not make him flinch, but deepen his focus. Clashing swords one blow, two three and four. They made great battle sounds and it made him thirst for more blood. He blocked again with his swords and with a thrust back with his arms he was sent flying away from Yamm as he slid to a halt.

He placed one sword away as he placed alot of his power into one dashing blow. He was hoping to stagger him long enough to get a stabbing shot. So with a thought He shot off back towards Yamm as his distance closed he held his sword for a brute strike on the first thing it hit. So with his power on it he hoped for a powerful wave that would force his enemy off balance. Once he hit he only had seconds. He would use his ability to wip the handdle of his other sword into his hand. He would apply his ability and try to stab him in the kiddney location on Yamm's right side.

He was close enough to swing. "Well no going back on what I'm about to do." He thought as he hoped it was some what successful.

Yamm met with the strike of the blade. His own blades shattered as he fell through. The man turned and went to stab him. Yamm's eyes widened as he looked and watched. There was plenty he could do. The shot was at his kidney, he moved in time and managed to shift so the thrust would clash with his armor, shattering the enchantment, but saving Yamm a lot of damage and nullifying the kinetic energies. (Origin manipulation on CD after this post). The blade sink into his draconian flesh, black blood that induced addiction faster than narcotics and meth trickled to the ground. Yamm was stopped as he glared at the man. Yamm's mouth didn't move, but Yamm's voice was projected into the man's head.

  Well done...for a finite creature. Yamm's voice would echo. His eyes would flash a brilliant blue as he placed his hand on the blade that was jammed within him. His equal speed, superior fighting skills and point-blank range is what made it possible however. He grappled the blade, and an unending hunger pierced through the blade, and made it glow. Within his hand the blade would vanish, Yamm would inhale as the pieced of the blade turned to pure energy, Yamm sucking in the energies as they dispersed and flew around as they reached his inhale. Instantly he knew the history of the blade, Psychometric vision filled his mind. Well... that blade has seen it's fair share of victims...but justice at last I suppose. He chuckled as he kicked at Coronel and tried to shove himself off and put a slight distance between them.

  How long can you keep this up I wonder. Yamm said to him as he watched his movements.

Luckily it was on the the white katana that had been eaten, but he knew a guy who could fix it. The forgist who made the sword could fix his own work and do better thanks to that spell he has to help him. Back to topic, he was not worried that the blade had been destroyed, but that it could be fixed. He was a little pissed that the guy just said fuck you in a different way then other people.

He slid what was left of the katana back into the left pocket and put the black one away next. He used his own ability to shield the kick so the guy only got distance and thats it. He cracked his knuckles and popped his neck to a more comfortable stress relief. He held up both hand and every thing around him started floating about 7 inches off the ground.

Tell me what is red, weights about 80 to 100 tons, and is projected at your ass... Oh yeah this train! He would not risk that bull shit he pulled and would attack with world objects that he was not attached to. No the train was perfect he never uses it for transport and its the perfect weighted object to throw. He pointed his hands at him and everything he had been holding behind him flew to kill the guy.

It was random at what was in it, cars, trucks, busses, plants, rocks, and etc. If he could pull bull shit before lets see him do it with about 100 more items.

A train? Where the fuck did he get a train? Not that it really mattered. Matthew crossed his arms and shook his head with a smirk. Self-biochemical alterations in place, he morphed himself into the liquid of his own black blood, the addictive substance known as "Sin". The train collided, and it went dragging and tearing up the concrete. But rather than be damaged, Matt(Yamm) simply became a puddle. From there the puddle moved, alive as it slid beneath and around, reforming in the torn up ground there the train slid. He looked to the man and smirked.

"It's bad luck. Running into The Dragon God in a random display of sociopathic bullshit." Yamm smiled and shook his head. "Time to turn it up." He said as he focused his powers. (Chaos control reallocation) He fired out after The man. He wanted to use Telekinesis? Fine with Yamm. As far as he was concerned, he already won. The rest of this? it was all just or fun.

With speeds unmatched, he fired off at the telekinetic. He charged his armor with Origin Manipulation once more, providing him protection. He moved at 400 miles per hour and moved with the skills and reflexes of a master of war. He ran behind the man and sliced out at him, growling and slashing out at him with a flurry. HE wasn't sure how the man intended to keep up with the speeds.

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He was looking at the man who claimed he was a god. Ha if your a god smite me down from where you stand and I will believe. He mocked his enemy with pride as he would need more power than some stupid trick them makes him random. He had been around enough people for plenty of years to know what each could do and this guy was no bigger surprise than someone talking to a sun.

The guy went off in a sprint towards him... no his side... no he was fast, but Coronel could keep up since he had an amazing reaction time. He just did not know if he possessed the speed. He looked in front of him at the train wreck. Damn he thought as he honed in for an attack that might end him if he was not careful. He pulled his other blade to his assist as he bolted towards the makeshift god. He put concentration into the blade as he leap and readied his first swing. His blade collided as a small wave pushed dirt and dust from the ground. The guy was faster as he swung his sword and was able to hit him. It left a good bit of scratches and cuts, but he could easily endure it. Waiting for an opening he threw a fist in the guys direction causing a large kinetic wave to engulf the guy's direction.