Standing off from one another I took in my opponents advantages as he no doubt did the same.

  He had a significant height and reach advantage coupled with his longer weapon made him able to maintain a larger 'circle of control'. I had a strength and stat advantage from what I could tell, though that could easily changing depending on what power-up he took actually did. He had an extra weapon, his tail-blade which also gave him better balance if the function of tails remained consistent. I had magic namely Divinity, [Geomancy], [Force Field], and [Floramancy]. He had undergone a power boost of an unknown nature, which was an Unknown on his part. I also had an unknown, [Reflection of the Abyss] which allow me to some Eldritch to aid me which would allow me to gain a number advantage.

  My enemy moved first, a yellow energy coalesced at the spearhead of his weapon. I felt a hint of divine energy, a faint dusting of it, no doubt from his connection to Kaihao.

  "[Technique of Liberation: Tyrant's Death]" my enemy spoke out, a whisper that echoed in the lull of battle. An outline of the same yellow energy flared and became an outline. Dammit, what in the anime weeaboo bullshitery we're doing power ups now!? Moving forward I attacked going for a downward slash. My opponent raised his spear blocking my attack. Sliding my blade his spear caught on my swords guard. Forcing his spear up I kicked off his chest like launching board. Recovering quickly by summoning a wall to rebound off I jumped off I tackled my still flying opponent.

  As we crash landed I used the earth to hold my opponent down as I began to one to two combo him. Each time I hit him the yellow specter around him dimmed. Rasing my shield I high I brought it down on him and he spit blood. He struggled to break free from his bonds. His power flared and a beam of energy struck me sending me off its originator. Recovering quickly I felt my connection to the bonds of the Regal Warrior falter and he broke free.

  "YOU WILL NOT CHAIN ME!" The Warrior yelled as his yellow energy flared around him. I surprised him with a wall of earth.taht he didn't see. It was kinda comical from my perspective. I wasn't in the mood to banter, though. I was firmly in the moral wrong, that much was certain. However I did not owe a moral obligation to these people. I owed one my neighbors, to my fellow Americans, and to the whole world. I would have to become strong enough to repel the hounds that salivated at Earth. Memories of the piles of half picked human skeletons puked high in the goblin Chiefs lair came to mind.

  "I am sorry, but I cannot spare you or your people, if their are young I can take them, but I'm afraid all others must die, if it wasn't by my hands it would by another" I stated and the Yeti Warrior seemed confused.

  "Words matter not, they are found lacking compared to actions" the Warrior responded.

  ...

  [Paradox Comprehension Increased]

  +1% to [Mournful Conquest]

  ...

  "Very Well" I responded dismissing the screen. The Warrior struck forward with a forward thrust towards me. Using my shield I diverted the spear attack. Moving in closer my opponent backed up and used haphazard beams of yellowish energy to keep me at bay.

  Then the warrior twitched and then his body seized up for a moment before another cascade of energy flowed. This time my opponent hand a spiderweb of yellow energy running across his red face. My opponent chucked his massive spear towards me like a strike of mad god and a sound of a thunderclap as I barely had time to raise my shield to absorb the blow and I was carried off my feet. As I flew through the air I quickly stopped myself with a block of earth. My opponent soon followed as he held his three weapons, a short sword, a dagger, and a tail blade.

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  Recovering I blocked his sword with my own and his dagger with my shield. I tried to block his tail blade with [Geomancy] but the yellow energy cleaved through like it wasn't their and the blade was driven through my armor and into my rib cage. Wincing as the pain flooded my senses like sharp fire. The Tail blade looked small in comparison to its wielder but it was easily the size of normal sword for me.

  Pushing his weapons back I put all my strength and leverage into attacking him. My blade broke through his armor and left a stratch but no significant damage unless I striked there again.

  He continued his assault though this time I used [Force Field] to block his attacks, it was far more resource absorbing but it was what was needed. He held strong his rage was shimmering metaphorically speaking. Rasing my shield and parrying with my sword, it was a symphony of strikes, the metal ting of combat. Feeling the timing was right I pushed my opponent back before reading my skill.

  "[PSEUDO-DOMAIN OF GEOMANCY: ROVING TIDES]" I yelled and the Earth yielded to my command and became an ocean of earth and stone.

  My enemy was of his footing and was being battered by the waves of my pseudo domain. I was gaining momentum in the battle. Moving into the frow I was finally winning the fight!

  "YOU WILL NOT SHACKLE ME!" my opponent yelled his voice booming and with it waves of golden yellow light burst free and my domain began to slip and the tides stopped heeding my command instead they receeded. My opponent utilized my shock in order to attack me throwing me back and damaging my armor in the process.

  "IF YOU ARE THE SLIVERED-ONE THEN I AM THE TARNISHER" my enemy stated as he pursued me as I tried to regain my momentum.

  I felt a burning sensation as a imperceptibly fast beam of yellow energy tore through my mid thigh. Reaching deep inside I gathered my will power and struck forward even as my body protested. Shield forwards I ignored the weapons simply nocking them aside as desperation gripped me. An illogical anger over taken, bred by frustration and pain it gave birth to my own anger. It was not righteous anger like my foe, but the anger of an irritated Conqueror. Biting my blade into his knee cap I tore at the armor. I saw an azure spark however I felt a deeper connection to it then the one I summoned with my cloak.

  I felt a glimpse of reality, and higher truth.

  Divine Deities

  Eldritch Entities

  Cosmic Creatures

  Divinity the refined combined perception of reality and ideals.

  Eldritch the refined understanding and emboding of contractions that exist beyond mortal existence.

  Cosmic Origin, the realties, the truths if you will, things that don't require understanding to be worked, primordial forces that where inevitable.

  Noble was the embodiment of our Divinity and perception of reality, Eldritch our understanding of contractions, and I was the unstoppable force something that didn't care inevitable.

  ...

  [Cosmic Origin Awakened]

  Cosmic Origin:

  [Palingenesis]

  In order for something new to arise the old must be swept away, you embody the destruction and the Rebirth tearing down the old and making fertile lands from the ashes.

  Racial Trait Unlocked.

  -[Force of Nature]

  Racial Trait

  Allows you to express your Cosmic Origin, as a Sapient you also gain the ability to channel your Origin through your Magical Resonates for a reduced cost.

  Current Resonate(s):

  Anger→Fire

  ...

  The spark turned into a bright flame of azure fire, it spread around me burning it coated my blade. I felt my Mana rapidly tick away but the fire melted the armor of my opponent. The battle shifted once more as I became an avatar to blue flames. My enemies eyes flickered in wonder as my anger, my pain, and my frustration burned.

  "You Are nothing but a fertilizer for a grander future" I spoke in finality. This was non negotiable, I felt a foreign arrogance settle upon me. I was Palingenesis, I was Destruction I was Inevitable, I was rebirth!

  Attacking with renewed vigor my opponent did not falter he stood and he battled me as the webbing of yellow energy grew brighter and more pronounced, my mana reserves where about to hit empty and I didn't see a gas station.

  The Regal Warrior stood proud summoning blast after blast of undodgeable attacks that seared my skin. In turn I turned his skin and armor asunder. As my last vestiges of mana rose up to fuel the flames and my enemy glowed yellow and skin was a pallied light red we struck in a last gamble. I would lose without my cosmic fire and he would surely perish. With one last strike my sword dripping sapphire flames and his spear like a shining sun in a place of obsidian night cleaved into each others chest....