From a distance, Ma'chil's target watched him with ghostly blue will-o-wisp for eyes as he unleashed skill after skill, in an attempt to approach them. For a body, they had a silvery white skeletal frame on which the see - through phantom silhouette of a well built, even toned blonde, Elt like male was super imposed . They stood beside a great sword of about one meter width and about one and half meter in length which floated beside them as though suspended in mid air by an unseen force - which was more likely to be the case than not given the prevalence of the use of supernatural abilities in the Blue Orca. The blade was surprisingly plain, save for the engraved design of a coiled, winged serpentine specie that ran down the middle of it. The blue hilt of the great sword, which seemed to be made from the wood of an unknown tree specie, was densely packed with tiny, abstruse symbols and engravings of weirdly shaped, unknown creatures.
Watching it's assailant from afar with more of amusement, mild curiosity and disdain than wariness, it's superimposed eyes followed every movement that Ma'chil while they judged every one of them.
" How meaningless, he should know that it would take more than the substandard level of power he is currently displaying to face me in combat. If he cannot even cut down just around a million avian creatures in ten minutes, then it would be best for him to turn back I only feed my blade with the best of the best challengers, after all. .
Every ability Ma'chil used was harshly judged and then dismissed by them as either being poorly delivered, lacking in scale, lacking in intensity or lacking in power. Until...
" By the Grand Sword Heart, what in the world is that"
...….the whole table land became almost totally lightless for sight, not that they needed light to see. Their unnatural sight allowed them to see as a swamp forest's phantom image was superimposed on the table land. What it saw next left it wishing that it did not possess it's unnatural sight; hundreds of thousands of tentacle like appendages busted out from the swamp forest's waters and latched onto all the birds that he had sent to feel out his opponent, before dragging them into the swamp's waters. That was not what had frightened it, it could not even qualify. They had seen their would be opponent perform that same skill before and had dismissed it before for lacking in scale and intensity. And even now that it had ticked all the boxes of what a proper attack of it's type should look like, it was not enough to induce the bone chilling fright in them. No. Rather, what they had seen was something different, something deep, something ancient, something profound and vastly horrible…..
....something that should not be exist in this timeline.
...….something.....
...…forbidden.
Deep orange - yellow eyes which were filled with strange, dancing symbols, opened under the surface of the phantom swamp's waters, casting a ghostly radiance that illuminated the whole table land. The pair of eyes froze all the creatures, that escaped the tentacles attack, midflight, sending them plummeting into the now ghostly radiant waters, straight into their demise. Then those eyes settled on them, rattling them to the point where they hands instinctually made to grab their sword for defense.
" What is Hadne, Dread angel of Kosch, the self proclaimed evil god of this reality, doing in those waters?! And how did he survive the fragmentation?!! And here i was thinking that 'they' were all wiped out ."
Then, the pair of eyes closed as quickly as they had opened. This caused the whole table land to plunge into darkness as the source of the ghostly radiance- that is, the deep orange – yellow eyes had closed.
Suddenly they found themselves staring at what they supposed was the vessel of Hadne, Dread angel of Kosch, the self proclaimed evil god at a much more closer distance. The time for tricks had passed. No more would he take control of local Avian species to harass his opponent. This was not because he could not, but rather because he would not, since his opponent had already proven themselves worthy to face him directly It was now a time to compare who was more skilled in close quarter combat, a comparison that, if failed, had only death waiting in the end.