The Crash [duel / Aera]

The Ancient Ruins was a peaceful, serene place. Birds chirped, flowers bloomed, and all the wildlife roamed in peace. Not much happened, not many tourists came by. The only people that came by were the treasure hunters that try to rob the place of possible treasures. This was once a city, who knows how bustling. Nowadays it wasn't bustling anymore...

Until today, that is.

A roaring sound went and rung through the ruins as a motorcycle flew through the air, jumping off a pseudo-ramp made of a cliff. It landed in rubble, and continued forward. No noise other than that roaring could be heard for a large distance, hundreds of meters. If you got close enough to see the bike, you'd see a man clad in all black riding it, his jacket flying in the wind. His scream of delight could also be heard, the giant "wahoo" that was sounding as he rode the motorcycle through the rubble. He had no reason to be here, none at all. It was simply where the bike took him, as he himself didn't drive it. That'd be suicide. The bike worked on command, as he rode the motorcycle worked with artificial intelligence, listening to his every command. The bike, today, led him to the Ancient Ruins.

As the bike flew off another ramp-cliff, the tires struck the ground harder than before. The man bounced, and heard the snapping of leather. The belt he wore that fastened him to the bike snapped, and he stared at it confused. The bike didn't say anything in retort, so it must not have realized that it had a malfunction. The man shrugged his shoulders, and continued to shout in his glee. Another bounce, and his body flew up in the air, and skidded against the ground. He seemed to bounce, as he cracked against the ground. His jacket ripped, and his arm started to bleed. A glove went off, and it shown the crest of his guild - the guild of Savage Skull.

The body lay there, motionless for a while. His magic aura still resonated, noting he was still alive. However, his blonde hair was matted with red and blood, and his jacket was now torn off, revealing his black tee shirt, which was already torn. The bike stopped and waited, having a sensor that detected magical presence. It knew Seven - that was the man's name - was still alive. However, another detector went off, another person was nearby. The bike sounded its alarm, and began to speak. A woman's robotic voice sounded, speaking to the person that was coming.

"DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER, LEST YOU WANT TROUBLE!"

"DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER, LEST YOU WANT TROUBLE!" hear a robotic voice warn from a small distance away, startling me from the serenity of the ruins I was exploring. Curious, I wandered every closer, coming upon a strange motorbike, and a man laying prone on the ground, blood matting his clothes, and pooling around him. Tentatively, I walked over to the unconscious body of the man, and quietly asked: "Are you OK?"
[i]but I received no reply. I took a look around, and found a pile of crumbled rocks underneath one of the windowsills. "Must've jumped down from up high..." I took a look at the strange motorbike, and it looked interesting, but one of the what looks like leather straps supposed to keep the rider tore, and I turned and sat next to him, and I tried looking through his mind. I got nothing in response, "probably because he got knocked out, instead of falling asleep."
I turned and walked over to a piece of the standing structure, sat against it, and put myself into a trance.

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"I warned you, now you'll receive no mercy from my master! Please, leave while you can still breathe!"

The bike warned, not as a threat but as a legitimate warning. The man laying on the ground wasn't unconscious, no, instead he was undergoing a sort of mental metamorphosis. He twitched once, and began to rise. The bike swiftly skidded, and turned around, speeding off on its own, determined to come back when Seven, whom now was standing, had returned to his previous self.

The boy was no longer his normal self, the carefree child in a man's body, instead his thoughts were not even fully registering, instead only one thing relayed through his mind. The thing he was created for, to destroy all that was around him. He was a weapon in the shape of a man, and while he was physically organic, he was made out of magic instead of actually being born a normal human. This was Alexander Edwards' creation: the monster of a weapon he called Alp. Why he raised Alp... or Seven, for that matter, as his own son he didn't know, but Edwards thought one day he could use the power of the being he created to hold a cataclysmic power, one rivaled by no one. However, Seven's power was sealed away, as shown by the marks on his hands, these marks were placed on Seven by Edwards to actually seal his power to a mundane state, but that didn't seal his nature as a weapon.

"..."

Seven turned around, his blonde - and now red from the blood - hair swayed in the breeze as he stood there, motionless, soundless. He looked at the female before him, until a dark aura started to resonate around him. Seven looked around at the ruins he crashed near, and his hands began to glow green, with a light surrounding them. He swiftly raised his hands towards the female before him, and following this 10 individual 3 foot in diameter balls of white and green sparkling light shot from his hands. Upon contact with the woman or the ground or anything solid, for that matter, the balls would explode, leaving a crater in the ground and kicking up dust. Without any knowledge of what actually happened to the female, Seven turned towards a ruined house, and waved his hands in a slashing manner, as a giant tentacle emerged from the ground, obliterating it, leaving nothing but a hole in the ground and rubble. The man now turned his back to what he believed was a dead woman, beginning to walk towards another house.
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HP: 100 / 100
MP: 115% / 125%

Possible damage done this turn: 20, but each ball alone deals 2 damage
Spell cast:

Zellha's Light:

Peturbed by the sudden influx of light, I startled out of my trance, and was greeted by the strange man from before, waving his hand, causing 10 balls of light to erupt around me. I barely had enough time to pull Isolation out from pseudo-quasi existence, and slashing about half of the spheres of light before being assaulted by the rest. After the expulsive energy dissipated, I looked around, and saw the strange man causing destruction about these beautiful ruins. "Blood runs black when in war, and blood walks when there's peace." I muttered silently, fading into shadows walking along the same path the man was taking, I stuck to the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to get ahead of him. I spotted a long shadowed corridor, and fled into it, coming around the building ahead of him. I com around the corner, and held Isolation at waist height, and after a couple of steps, I lash-stepped towards him, and swung Isolation at him, spinning into the swing three times, slashing him 3 separate times. I then spun back, and stood there, holding Isolation up to the sky, hilt stuck into the earth.
HP:90/100
MP:75%:100%

unique ability:

Isolation: