Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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< CRISIS SYSTEM ARRIVED! > The Crisis System has finally be constructed and release to the general public. We encourage people to test out the system and enjoy themselves in drafting grand stories capable of changing the dynamics of the Role-Play World. Understand that the system is new, thus there are some kinks to be worked out that we couldn't due to not having enough man power to test! Make sure to read the rules which are placed in the Rules and Checks section of the RP Boards.
< THE NEXT MAJOR EVENT! > The Next Major Event will arrive starting the first week of Decemeber! Why are we making this announcement so early? Because we want to provide ample amount of opportunity to warn the community to start preparing and testing out their move sets. It will be a faction event once more, which means Heroes vs Villains BUT remember that Vigilantes are now thrown into the fray. It would be utter chaos so stay tune!
< To Be Announced > TBA
Asahi turned on his heel, allowing the incoming beam to pass right by him but was incapable of responding to the telekinetic push that pushed him away once more. Mob’s words cut through him like a cold, icy knife, mentally throwing Asahi completely off his game. How did this man, whom Asahi had barely spoken to during the Sports Festival, let alone about important issues, know so much about his backstory?
The notion of Mob performing a thorough investigation on his family ties crossed his mind for a second but then he remembered Wakandan specialists had taken down all online information about the young prince to defend his identity against possible political strikes. He could be a valuable target for any criminal organization after all.
Yet this man was aware of the events transpiring in that fateful encounter between Dawn University members and the dreaded Lucas Family and how Asahi was tied into this story. If he had somehow gotten his hands on this information in advance to this fight, he would have mentioned it at the start. His gut feeling indicated Mob wasn’t one to do research, lest one with this degree of difficulty, and that this was something else entirely. Could his mental powers encompass telepathy as well?
Asashi’s analytical skills were superb, however it was still given as Mob had just told him that he could read Asashi’s mind. Asashi was a good man who made honest mistakes just like Mob. “The mind…well especially my mind can do many things Asahi as so yours. Looking at your mind, you have been able to take some of the greatest feelings of depression which contains anger, pain, sorrow, regret and turn it into a power for yourself. Even with the extensive training I have done you are able to push me to work harder as you yourself have done. I apologize for not being able to help your mother. I hate that my feeble power was not able to do anything in the sight of great villany, and so I aim to not have that ever repeat ever again.”
Mob moved his finger as to beckon Asahi towards him for another encounter followed by stomping his foot to create an array of spikes around Asahi. “Come Asahi, I will show you one of the great results of training that my Professor has taught me to defeat and suppress villany. I’m going to use a lot of power in the next move.”
“You don’t seem to be pushed to the limit by me whatsoever, truth be told,” Asahi said, chuckling to himself. Looking back, he was fairly outclassed the entire match and his only real hit came through an exceptional amount of planification and hard work whereas Mob’s came through sheer power. Asahi had taken this battle as an opportunity to grow and he wasn’t disappointed; the chance to battle someone leagues better than himself did not come easily or frequently so making the most of it was the best course of action.
“Don’t fret, my friend. I never needed, or expected, your apology but it is welcome all the same. It hasn’t been an easy time for me but that has only pushed me to improve and grow stronger so I can pay that damned Lucas Family back. They won’t know what hit them.“
Mob proceeded to generate a number of spikes ready to impale the wakandan, but thanks to his quick reactions he was able to evade just in time and fly up into the air once again. “Release your final move then, friend, since I won’t be pulling any punches. This is all a walking sun has to offer.”
Asahi gathered vast amounts of energy around his hands, in preparation of his own final move.
“Trust me bro, I have been pushed to the limit in more ways through this fight in more ways than one. My senses can start to get dull if I release big attacks so I cannot spam them however my big attacks can be devastating once they hit. Through my mentor I was able to free myself from the most taxing problem of the upkeep within my mind, however I can still suffer. I wish I could perform photosynthesis though haha.”
Mob then thought to himself, “This made it where I tried to develop methods to essentially use my powers in bursts and when I’m sure they will hit.”
Mob would look to Asashi “We will definitely pay back the Lucas family for what they did. They will not succeed. You have taught me many lessons and shared your feelings. Therefore, I will share mine.”
Seeing the charged energy of Asahi Mob quickly rose into the air as he made sure his opponent was located inside his dome. He would then point at his opponent with his left finger to put him in a telekinetic bind. This was Mob’s strongest bind which was enhanced by his mentor’s teachings. The only people he had seen break out of it was his mentor and it required a lot of strength. “Take this!!!!”
Mob would activate his mad destruction technique which was designed to churn and rupture the organs of his opponent however Mob would only shake them (especially the brain) just enough where it would cause enough damage to knock the man unconscious from concussion. Mob would pant as his vision got slightly blurry. He body slumped as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Antares final move would never reach its target for Mob had different plans. His own signature move consisted of applying an incredible degree of control and power to compress the opponent through a telepathic grip. He started shaking, his body no longer under his own command, his consciousness soon to follow. He felt the insides of his mind ricochetting off the walls as if attempting to escape and pain, unimaginable pain searing into his nerves. His body slowly descended back down, collapsing upon reaching the cold, solid floor. The last thing he heard before passing out was a feeble sound reminiscent of Mob’s voice.
A common occurrence nowadays, Asahi would wake up later that same day with a throbbing headache that interrupted his sleeping schedule. A fast glance sideways let him know he was, once again, in the infirmary to recover from his injuries from the bout. A most entertaining week of rest lied ahead of him, guarded by the nurses who knew him by name already. “The silver lining, I suppose, is that I scared Mob enough to use every single tool at his disposal to beat me.”
Smiling, he turned in his bed and dozed off. Tomorrow would be a better day.
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