The Immortals [Tzekel-Kan]

San (Blood Bender), Chui (Steam Bender), and Lau (Lava Bender), sat atop of the mountain that over looked Makapu Village and the portal San had torn open in the center of the town. San watched as Dark spirits emerged from the portal, laying waste to the village.

Lau sighed as she watched the Dark Spirits lay waste to the town, "Seriously, I thought we would see more action then this. I mean, what the hell, The Earth Kingdom Soldiers just turned tail and ran the opposite direction. I thought they were supposed to die trying to protect the town, not running to die another day."
Chui replied, "Quit complaining. If you want to go see some action, why don't you just go fight the Earth Kingdom soldiers yourself?"
"You know I would love to," Lau replied a bit pissed, "But Bosses orders. We only attack whatever gets close to the portal that's not supposed to get close."
"What a convenient excuse." Chui teased.
"Oi!" Lau snapped at Chui, "If you keep this up, I won't have to fight the Earth Kingdom Soldiers and still get my satisfaction of the blood."

San mostly kept to himself. He didn't like the liveliness of the other two and would prefer it if they both kept quiet and simply enjoyed the destruction taking place in front of them like he did.

Suddenly, something caught San's attention. Out of the spirit portal in the center of the town, emerged something odd. It was a behemoth. A White Creature. Yet not of flesh, but something more solid. Rocks? Ice? San could tell it wasn't a Spirit like the others that had emerged from the portal. It was something different. It gave off a completely different sensation.

Chui and Lau saw it too and it made them curious.
"What kind of Spirit is that?" Chui asked San, "Did you mess up on your ritual or something?"
"No." San simply replied.
"Yea right...", Lau muttered and began to get up, "Whatever though, I'll go kill it real quick and come back, better safe then sorry."
"No..." San simply replied again, "Leave it."
"Um... Ok." Lau said. Usually, Lau was rebellious and stuff, but San creeped her out and as a result, she usually listened to him.

San didn't want to attack the strange Behemoth yet. He was intrigued by it. He didn't know what it was, but it seemed... Powerful.

The Dark Spirits around the Behemoth that had just emerged from the Spirit Portal were also confused at first. They simply watched it, curious to what this strange thing was. But then, consumed by the dark in their bodies, violence overtook their instincts and they all began to swarm the Behemoth, attacking it from all directions.

"Hey, what's wrong with the Spirits? Why aren't they attacking that thing?" Lau questioned San as she saw that they stopped attacking the Behemoth.
"Don't tell me you're hold on the Spirits is weakening." Chui told San
"No..." San simply said, "It's fear."
Well," Lau replied as she began to get up, "If the spirits aren't going to go do their jobs, I guess I'll go kill it."
"No," San said threateningly, "This prey is mine."

With that, San got up and began to head down the mountain. Lau glanced at Chui who simply shrugged. This was the first time that they've seen San genuinely interested in something.

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Upon arriving at the center of the town where the Spirit Portal was located, San saw that the Behemoth was actually a massive beast made entirely out of ice. Accompanying the Ice Behemoth was a pale man with strange tattoos covering his body. San didn't know what the tattoos meant as he didn't recognize the art style of them at all.

San stood atop one of the buildings that overlooked the center of the village. San above a large group of Dark Spirits that completely encircled the Ice Behemoth and the strange man. From here, San could sense that the man had a ridiculous amount of Spiritual Energy, almost as if he was made up of many spirits.

"The beauty of Chaos," San called out to Tzekel-Kan with a voice that could only be compared to a snake, "Is that you always meet the oddest of people during times of it."

"No..." San replied, "I have not enslaved the Spirits, rather I let the darkness that exists in every living thing within them grow. What you see is their true personalities and desires, consumed by their own emotions."

"As for fighting," San continued, "Why is it necessary that I do so when these Spirits seem very eager to do so?"
With that, San snapped his fingers and immediately, the entire circle of Spirits began to quickly close in on Tzekel-Kan and his Ice Beast. Spirit after Spirit, numbers upon numbers, waves upon waves. The came in on Tzekel-Kan, each Spirit with the every intention of tearing him apart.

San in the meantime stood back, waiting to see how Tzekel-Kan would deal with the dark spirits. San wasn't sure of what exactly Tzekel-Kans's abilities were, but he knew it would be for the best if he waited until he knew to attack Tzekel-Kan.

San watched as the Tattooed man and the Ice Behemoth fought off the horde of Dark Spirits. San didn't care much for the Ice Behemoth. Sure it was powerful, but it only seemed to have berserk strength and defense; nothing unexpected. San watched with interest as the Tattooed man absorbed a spirit into his body. San didn't know such powers existed, but it made since. It explained the Tattooed man's spiritual energy. Was the Ice Behemoth one of the Spirits the tattooed man once absorbed? If so, then the best course of action was to ignore the Ice Behemoth and go straight for the Tattooed man, the real head of the beast.

San jumped off of the building as the Ice Behemoth tore it down and landed with a roll. San would leave the Ice Behemoth to the Dark Spirits who would distract it and slow it down, while in the meantime, San would run directly for Tzekel-Kan.
"Fear you say? Even my death wouldn't put such an emotion in me."
As San closed in on Tzekel-Kan, he drew the Katana and wielded it with one hand as he slashed at Tzekel-Kan.
"Tell me," San asked, "What emotions will you find within yourself from my cold, dry blade?"

As Tzekel-Kan weaved around the Katana, San went in for a punch with his empty hand. True, it may seem like an odd way to attack, but San had something up his sleeve.

"A single deep cut will kill too quickly, there is no real emotion in that. I prefer thousands of smalls ones, torturing my prey, watching the true emotions of pain, agony, and suffering grip them." San simply replied.
When Tzekel-Kan asked for how San created the portal, San replied, "Ancient secrets, banned from use in our modern world. The few that knew the existence of such power thought it was lost forever. A false belief however. I hid the transcript, letting those who find it be able to replicate what I've done here today."

As Tzekel-Kan would slap San's fist away, San would blood bend his own blood in his fist to create a spike of frozen blood that burst through his skin with the intention of cutting Tzekel-Kan's hand as he tried to slap at San fist which now had a frozen spike in it.

The same thing would happen with San diaphragm, Blood Bending to freeze the blood in the area and create ice-blood spikes which burst through his skin. It would prove to be both defensive and offensive, the hardness of the ice would absorb the blow and the sharp spikes could cut easily through flesh.

San slid back putting some distance between him and Tzekel-Kan. Even though there was a hole in one of San's fists and some others in his stomach area, the pain didn't bother him. In fact, it anything, San relished it. It brought on a sense of adrenaline to him.

Using a powerful mixture of blood bending and healing, San quickly began to repair the injuries he put in himself. Muscle and skin closed in on each other, his blood returned to the inside of his body. What San was using was an unheard of way of healing, the blood was manipulated in a way in which his healing skills were maximized and his flesh began to knot and tie itself back together back to how it originally was, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

"You seem to misunderstand who is the predator is in this battle. I'm not fighting for my life, I'm fighting to quench my thirst for blood." San said darkly, "So tell me, do you think you can quench my thirst?"
San was ready, waiting to see what else Tzekel-Kan was capable of.

Tzekel-Kan

Despite the sharpness of the blood ice, Tzekel-Kan's prowess busted through it with minimal injury. The Red Ice slowed down his punch, and he didn't get to make that much of an impact on San before he hopped away. At the instant, he hoped away, Tzekel-Kan felt a change in the pressure. Not air pressure, not intensity of the fight, but, something else. Something stronger. The spirits around them seemed to think so too. Tzekel-Kan stopped and thought. It was fimiliar to when Vatuu bonded with Elegys, but much stronger. Then it came to him. Gomorrah. That must have been why they killed Wa Shi Tong. A sacrifice of energy to lead him back here. He had to finish this fight, now. I'm going to need that sword if he can just shield himself with ice. Or have Behemoth attack him surprisingly.. Or both. Thought Tzekel-Kan Then he watched as San healed himself up. Well that wasn't really fair. After a moment of catching breath, he straightened up, and gave a tiny, almost non-existent nod that could have been mistaken for just moving or breathing. "You think that you are the predator? Let's see how that works out!" At this Tzekel-Kan rushed him heads on. The Behemoth of an Ice Sculpture recognized the tiny nod, and crouched. It waited until Tzekel-Kan began to speak. Then, with almost no sound (There sound of the burning buildings and chaos helped mask it), It leaped, right for San. If hit, he would be toppled and shoved into the ground. If not dead, he would be a broken and bloody mess.

Mood: Angry Condition:Fine

Link:Tzekel-Kan

OOC: The point of Tzekel-Kan running headlong at San is to distract San from the fact that a giant Ice Tiger is coming at him at a huge velocity. I was thinking San was going to go on the defensive, or just prepare for Tzekel-Kan's attack. Your guy tho.

San also felt the sudden change in pressure, as if it were the arrival of something powerful. San knew what it was, it seemed that the ritual had gone well. Gomorrah had returned. San knew Tzekel-Kan had definitely felt it. With this kind of power being released, you didn't need to have much Spiritual Power to sense it.
"Do you feel it?" San said in regard to the pressure let off by Gomorrah's release, "It's the coming of an Armageddon."

As San would prepare to counter Tzekel-Kan, he was unprepared for the attack by the Ice Tiger. Last minute he spotted the Behemoth's attack and last minute, he would attempt to block the attack. Of course, stopping an attack of that power and size isn't really possible for someone of human build and San was launched backwards into a nearby building.

The force broke the bones in many different area of San's body, including both of his arms, several ribs. Still, San protected himself from being instantly killed and because of that, he lived. The injuries didn't matter, because of his ability, San's body began to put itself back apart. As long as he didn't die immediately, San would be able to continue out this fight.

Soon, completely rehealing himself, San rose to his feet. He knew he needed to keep a better eye out for the Ice Behemoth. As of right now, it was a bigger threat than Tzekel-Kan.

San ran straight for Tzekel-Kan.

San stopped in his tracks as the Behemoth's paw landed between him and Tzekel-Kan. Then as the second Behemoth's paw came down to crush San, a Dark Spirit suddenly came from behind San and got under the Behemoth's paw with San. Holding its arms up, the Dark Spirit momentarily stopped the Behemoth's paw from crashing down on San. Sure, the Dark Spirits strength didn't stand a chance against the Behemoth's paw, but it bought San enough time to escape and get away safely. Immediately after, the Dark Spirit would be crushed.

San moved back out of the Behemoth's reach and didn't even acknowledge the Dark Spirit that had just died for his sake.

San was still trying to figure out a way to deal with the Ice Beast. As of right now, it was more of a problem then the tattooed man. Suddenly, San noticed a burning smell in the air. Looking behind him down a road, San saw a slow approaching pool of Lava. Buildings and such along the way were being caught up in the moving pool of molten rock and were catching ablaze.
Lau... San decided, it seemed that the Lava Bender had gotten herself into some kind of fight. The Lava should work. He would lure the Ice Beast into it.

With the lava approaching their position and the completion of Gomorrah's revival, San knew time was on his side and had no need to rush things. Their was no need for him to recklessly charge into the destructive power of the Ice Behemoth.

"Human, yet not human." San said, talking to Tzekel-Kan. "You have the ability to devour spirits. A unique ability. One that raises questions. And the Ice Beast. A Spirit? One that you had devoured previously? More Questions. Tell me, Spirit Devourer, where do your abilities come from? It is quite interesting."

"You grow bold, Spirit-Eater." San called out to the tattooed man deciding to call him such after viewing his power to absorb the Spirits. "I warn that you never grow cocky with death. We are all it's victims."

Without a single hint, San charged Tzekel-Kan again, his blade ready to cut through the tattooed man flesh. It should be noted that San was currently wielding his Katana with one hand whilst his other hand was free giving him room to water bend should it be needed.

San quickly closed the distance between the two and had no intentions of wasting the opportunity of Tzekel-Kan's cockiness. Without the Ice Behemoth, the Spirit Eater was vulnerable.