Esteros: The Dancing Dragons

[Myrdraxxis]

As he was sent flying, Magnus snapped his fingers and the swords stuck in Hobotron detonated in a fiery, glorious explosion that didn't leave much of anything left of Hobotron.

With the Dayman now exposed, Magnus sent another flurry of conjured swords at the regal opponent.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman, now fully exposed (but not as exposed as during the last tournament when he got "pants" by his opponent), and with Hobotron in disarray he ejected his infinity belt from the dashboard and calmly placed it around his waste again. His royal eyebrow twitched with irritation, a trait quite unbecoming of those of such a high social order, but there were clearly superior forces at work here.

The conjured swords were still bearing down on The Dayman, but he paid them no mind. He simply stood atop the shattered remains of Hobotron, raised a single, resolute finger towards Magnus and the oncoming gaggle of ethereal pointy things. A strange feeling began to take hold of him, something that he had no idea existed until now. His body began to glow with an incredibly ostentatious purple aura. His flowing purple royal cloak began to flow in the wind of the mysterious, and surprisingly arousing force, and his deep v became so deep that the vertex was forced to extend into an entirely dimension altogether.

The Dayman became so overtly irresistible, that asteroids, the vagrant remains of Pluto, and other celestial bodies from light years away became so engrossed with his glorious royal being, that they began to hurl themselves towards his insatiable sense of magnificence and wealth.

The Dayman opened his mouth and the purple aura exploded, causing electricity to radiate from his dazzling royal body, only to be attracted immediately to the metal of his codpiece and strike it. Thankfully, royal codpieces are insulated with rubber in order to protect the...family jewels as it were...from any electrical field. His miraculous voice boomed across the cosmos and through the vacuum of space, carried by his self-assurance and divine social status, and began to reverberate across satellites from all planets so that the inhabitants could hear.

"HOW DARE YOU DESTROY SUCH A PERFECT PIECE OF ROYALTY. YOU, WITH YOUR GRUFF AND MASCULINE TYPECAST, ARE NOT SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE ENOUGH TO BE ALLOWED TO DO SO."

The Dayman became so engulfed with this new force, that he himself turned purple. The sexual force of Pomp had finally consumed him.

"AND YOU!" His finger now pointed daringly at the still fast approaching set of magical cutlery. "WHO ARE YOU TO AID SUCH A COMMONER AND DESECRATE A BEING AS ROYAL AS THE GREAT CLAM LOVING HOBOTRON?" His words forced the swords to screech to a halt inches from his perfect, glorious face.

"RETURN TO YOUR IMPERFECT SWORD. MAKE YOUR MASTER PAY FOR HIS DISREGARD FOR SOCIAL STATUS. THE POOR DO NOT DESERVE MERCY."

With that the swords turned and headed towards Magnus, as the amalgamation of asteroids, bits of Pluto, and various celestial bodies struck Magnus from behind and carried him through space with their momentum towards The Dayman. The swords sliced through his clothing and into the space mass and pinned him down as he sped ever closer to The Dayman.

"BE GONE WITH YOU COMMONER."

The Dayman's royal eyebrow twitched to an unprecedented level and if he weren't of such a higher social class, he would have been screaming with sexual energy and fury. His infinity belt opened and the light consumed Magnus and the space junk, and sucked him in through the buckle.

The sexual force left his body and The Dayman, drained of all of his energy, fell through the atmosphere of Jupiter and into the arms of his beloved. Well, he would have, if Prince Elton had not caught him first. Diane commanded the cherubim to knock the lusty rainbow rider to the ground and she took her husband in her arms. She looked up at the jumbotron and saw the space junk and Magnus flowing out into the bleachers back at Mount Wedding Ring.

The Dayman, revitalized by being so close to his demigod wife, stirred and mumbled to his love. "Did I win?"

Prince Elton rose to his side and in an oddly comforting tone, said, "Yes my dear! I believe so!"

Diane, tired of his antics, allowed herself to surrender her divine composure for a moment, and swiftly kicked the rainbow warrior in his uncodpieced genitals.

[Myrdraxxis]

"LIKE HELL YOU WON!" A portal opened up above the Dayman and Magnus dragged himself back out, rising up like some of pissed off wizard. Which was what he was. So that simile kinda sucked.


"Okay, so maybe I need to start using more than two spells now." he said, more to himself than anyone else. Cause really, he'd only done swords and lightning thus far. "Dayman!" Magnus yelled, dramatically pointing a finger down at his opponent. "Now you will face the wrath of my army!"

That said, Magnus closed his eyes and concentrated.

It wasn't so much a spell as a release of some inner power. Magnus had long ago made peace with the host of souls that he had unintentionally absorbed to fuel his immortality. And in turn the souls had become loyal to Magnus. And even though over the centuries personalities and memories faded away, the souls remained as silent servitors for their master to call upon.

And he did.

A legion of ghostly figures appeared in the sky around Magnus, all armored and armed like knights and warriors. All silent and deadly in their intent, awaiting word from their master.

"Get 'im boys!"

They charged.

As his ghostly army joined the fray, Magnus began to power up another spell. His body began to glow.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman, gloriously rose to his feet, kissed his wife, pulled some slick shade from his behind his codpiece, and put them on.

"I'll be back."

He shook with the powers of Pomp and rose into the air as the army was about to crash into him. Fortunately, they just ran into Prince Elton instead. It seems as if none of the bystanders were safe anymore, but it was a small price to pay.

"BEHOLD!" The Dayman shouted in a dignified manner at the general direction of his adversary. "THE ROYAL ARMY OF THE SECLUDED AND TROPICAL NATION OF KOOSALAGOOPAGOOPAKUZBEKISTANAHAMAS"

The Dayman took his infinity belt off and swirled it above his head. With each rotation it began to grow in size until the portal was miles in diameter. He swung his belt, snatching up all bystanders, Magnus's army, Magnus, himself, and bits of Jupiter's atmosphere and they were dumped out on the training ground at the royal military academy of The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas.

The entire military force of footsoldiers were present, ten thousand strong. The best and brightest warriors the royal kingdom had to offer. Each clad with assorted weaponry and giant codpieces muddled with the blood of battles past.

"ATTACK!"

As the royal army clash with the lower class army of Magnus, The Dayman began to twitch his magnificent eyebrow and bath his military with the purple glow of Pomp, increasing their devastating royal battle techniques exponentially. The Dayman took a sword off of the nearby wall and ran into battle, cutting down enemy after enemy and making his way towards Magnus.

Welshy, The Dayman's royal assistant, was actually not surprised at this. It seemed to happen quite often. HE simply picked up a tray full of tea and assorted fixings, and began to distribute them amongst the spectators.

"Hello Diane, it has been ages hasn't it? So good to see you again."

[Myrdraxxis]

Magnus hadn't been planning on a large scale battle, but it didn't really matter. All of his "troops" that were struck down simply returned to him. THey could't be fielded again for a while, but since they weren't being slain with anything other than ordinary weapons, they were ultimately safe.

Which was good.

Over the first century of his life Magnus had sat down and made peace with every single soul he had absorbed. He liekd to think that many had become good friends. Though time had eroded their individualities leaving only automatons, Mangus still found that he cared for them in some way.


"Make a hole!" he shouted. Any of his soldiers between him and the Dayman wordlessly moved aside.

The spell finished charging and Magnus body began to glow with a kaleidoscope of colorful magical energy.

Magnus spread his arms upward, forming his body into an X and released the beam of magical might from his entire being.

"X-TREME MAGNUS FEVER!" he shouted as the rave of colorful magic consumed all in its path towards the Dayman.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Noticing the color spectrum, The Dayman thought quickly. He increased his newly found sexual powers to a frightening degree, causing Prince Elton to lose his God damn penis driven mind. His body tingled with sexual attraction and like a magnet, The Dayman drew him in and the Rainbow Prince attached to his codpiece with a "thunk". The colorful magic beam collided with the Rainbow Prince and was absorbed with little effort.

"Thank you friend. I never thought your insatiable lust for my royal demeanor would come in handy." He patted Prince Elton on the rub and mumbled "good game", and then he promptly fainted from orgasmic pleasure to be trampled by the royal army who began to charge the field yet again.

He then infused his royal sword with the power of Pomp and it grew to ostentatious proportions. The sword glowed an ominous purple and extended into the sky. The Dayman leveled the sword and swung it through the ranks of both armies and then up towards Magnus.

[Myrdraxxis]

"I can do that more than once!" Magnus shouted and proceeded to turn up the rave by firing another psychedelic beam.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Instead of slicing Magnus in twain, as he should have, he instead flicked the giant purple monstrosity of a sword on it's side and deflected the beam back at Magnus.

[Myrdraxxis]

And Magnus absorbed it because honestly, what kind of mage gets hurt by their own magic?

"Hokay, time for a lesson for the padawans." He said.

Back in the (mostly destroyed) stands, Leske, Ash and Desmond glanced around. "Does he mean us?"

"Leske! This is the true potential of a gun mage!" Magnus shouted. He spread his arms wide and summoned....guns. A whole lot of guns, from different eras. Old muskets and tommy guns hovered alongside ACRs and other modern-looking guns.

Leske's jaw dropped.

"Dance, Dayman!"

The guns fired, the air roaring with the sound of gunfire.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman simply did a cartwheel, deflecting all of the bullets off of his gloriously bedazzled codpiece. He cartwheeled his way all over to the remains of Hobotron and lifted up the recycled aluminum energy cannon.

"FOR HOBOTROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!"

The cannon turned a glorious purple tent, imbued with the power of pomp, and shot a blast of energy exactly eleven times larger than that of a solar flare at Magnus.

[Wally]

((Joining the madness for realsies))

The drip, drip of water echoed. It reverberated around incessant and constant. Drip, drip, drip. Riona rolled over on the pile of hay. Hand tangled in her mangy mane of blonde hair. Make up smeared, red lipstick covering the left side of her cheek, turning it pink. She looked at her hands and they were gaining wrinkles every day she was locked in this accursed cell. Sitting straight up she couldn't think straight, especially with that drip, drip, drip. Her throat was already sore from screaming, nails broken off from her clawing. She needed energy. Sweet energy. It was a drug a high she rode to the peak. She was crashing, a mirror would show her looking like a forty year old woman with leathery tan skin. The gross old prostitutes you'd see gracing the corners of the Red Light District. Though she looked the part the true reason for her capture was a bad deal with the jester or the lord of these lands and a passing noble. Who knew that the jester would frame her for the albeit hilarious shaming of the lady? Nobel's and their pompousness. Loved being around it hated what the aftermath did to her complexion.

With a gasp the first wave of battle hit her. Tingling her skin in delicious euphoria as the wrinkles seeped away. A giggle escaped her throat. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her youth return. She had to get closer Riona's green eyes sparkled with the rush. Faster than any human she launched herself up. "Guard! Please, water!"

Water? Well it was dripping somewhere. Another wave, it was too far away. She reached out for the aura and could barely touch it. She snarled. She wanted her weapons. She wanted to feel the chaos. A maddening roll before she lowered her eyes to meet the spell struck guard. Of course. She still looked like a prostitute. With a bat of her eyelashes and a please baby, he quickly unlocked the door only to be quickly spun and the door closed on him, "Maybe next time sweetheart."

Heels clacking on the stone she rounded a corner. Not noticing the lack of guards just trying to reach the energies. The beautiful chaos that was the worlds she was accustomed to. The power would meet her with a rush. Would she watch this or join? Who cared as long as all was there before her. The pirate paused at a table with weapons and saw her two blades. Putting them properly around her waist she darted out the door. As she ran her strides became stronger as she neared the source of all the chaos. Her mind zeroed in on it. Like a cat on the chase of a mouse she ran out and was slammed to the ground. Too much! Armies at war, planets destroyed, two fighting for their lives. She nearly forgot to breath. When she stood she was the perfect young woman again. Hair no longer mangy but bright and shiny. A goddess in the sea of destruction. No she couldn't join this chaos. Did she want someone to tell her what was happening? No the madness of confusion made it all the better. Her eyes roamed around until she spotted a group that looked like they were watching the fight. As soldier sliced into soldier she shivered. This, is what she lived for. A laugh escaped her lips, a girlish laugh certainly not acceptable in a fight of this magnitude. 

Running a hand through her hair she glanced at the group trying to gauge their energy, but could only laugh again. The fights between . . . the arse who's guards locked her up and a mage were blocking their emotions. Tempting to run the noble through herself but then the energies would die. Sighing she just walked towards the bystanders. Miraculously these people were unharmed. While people were wonderful these were nothing to fighting happening. Perching herself on a piece of rubble she just let everything wash over her. The sounds of screams and clashes were music, the sight of magic spells going off like fireworks, and the energies. Ah the energies were the best part. A small sigh of content and she finally looked at the bystanders, there were close enough to converse. She smiled happily, "Good afternoon."

[Calefrun]

Cetis, content that he had helped Random Girl feel better, cartwheeled back to the others. He noted that there was a newcomer, "Why hello there!" He plopped down in a seat- or whatever the audience was supposed to be sitting on at this point- and stroked his tentacles as he absentmindedly watched the battle. Maybe Perish was actually dead for real this time...

[Mizagium]

Jeff was up on his feet, too, but waving his arms frantically. "No," he said. "No no no. You don't want to be here. I swear to whatever god or gods or fewer are out there listening to me that I regret ever being pulled into this insanity."

Xeltyr chose that moment to swoop down. "It's not like you really had a choice, Mr. Future Keymaster."

Jeff groaned. "Anything else about the future you'd like to tell me?"

"Can't. Violation of something something time edit. I dunno. Knox is about to go on a time rampage and oust all the time travelers." He hummed. "Actually, I probably should have thought of that. Might make my job harder."

Jeff made sure to keep himself in the newcomer's line of sight, trying to block her view of Fabio-Ridley.

[Razgat]

Random Girl sniffled and wiped away the last of her tears. She had partially forgotten that she was upset anyway. She looked around at all the chaos around her and thought "Yeah....that looks like fun. I like fun."

[blazinvire]

After what seemed a small eternity, the meteorite that stood where Perish had been previously, started to grow strange black cracks along its surface, like something was splitting it from beneath as the cracks grew upward.
More and more black jagged lines appeared before the meteor seemed to collapse in upon itself mysteriously like the insides had been sucked out -and promptly the rest of it folded away into an outstretched arm reached skyward from the metaphorical crater.

And then the great necromancer floated up to the surface once more apparently unharmed to properly take in the events and the surroundings again.

"Sorry. Zoned out for a moment there; remembered something rather entertaining after the meteorite hit me," Perish said airily, examining her palm where she'd effectively absorbed the meteorite. She was feeling incredibly heavy with the mass of a 'decomposed' meteor running around her system, but no doubt she'd assemble some meteorite golem later or something for some shenanigans, the more materials she had to play with the better.
"We're still here? Why hasn't Magnus crushed that pomp yet?" Perish said incredulously, looking a little disappointed as she looked up to watch the fight.

[Myrdraxxis]

"Well at least I have one fan!" Magnus shouted as he activated a magical ward, letting the Dayman's cannon blast wash around him. It was a pretty impressive ward if he did say so himself.

Ash, Desmond and Leske collectively let out a very half-hearted "hurray!"

Magnus responded to the Dayman's attack by yet again conjuring another spell. "I've had fun with this." he said. "But now I should probably start fighting smart. That said, I am a certified master of dimensional travel."

He pointed a finger at the Dayman. Not to make a point, but rather as a way to aim this new spell. "I literally wrote the book on the subject. I can easily open portals to other dimensions."

His finger began to glow as the spell finished charging. "I can seal them closed too."

He fired and the purple beam of eldritch light shot from his finger, not at the Dayman, but at his Infinity Belt.

[Calefrun]

Seeing that Perish was, in fact, not actually dead for real this time, Cetis had an idea. "Man, I definitely don't have a plate of spaghetti sitting in front of me right now." Immediately, a plate of the delicious pasta appeared on a silver platter directly in front of him. "Oh hell yeah!" He held out a hand, and a squidsassin appeared to hand him some Parmesan. He transformed into Cale Efrun- his Squid form lacks a real mouth, after all- and proceeded to chow down.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Magnus' dimensional blocking magic was bearing down on The Dayman, and the infinity belt popped open on its own, producing a radiant, purple cloaked ethereal figure, that looked surprisingly just like The Dayman. The figure opened its mouth and simply swallowed the blast, where is promptly dissipated. It rose above The Dayman, turned its back to Magnus (he obviously wasn't very worried about entering a battle field), and pointed a solitary finger at the royal prince. It took a single breath and bellowed.

"Ali, what, in the name of royal pomp and circumstance, are you doing? Do you not comprehend this power that you wield??"

The Dayman, would have been taken aback by the misuse of his name and the sheer lack of respect he was being spoken at with.

"Who, in all the realms, do you think you are?! How dare you look directly at me, assume my pose, and use my childhood name!"

The figure simply smiled, but remained in his daunting pose.

"Ali, I should make you sleep with the commoners tonight for attempting to subjugate you grandfather in that manner, but I am quite proud. Now, for you."

He turned towards Magnus, careful to not grant him the privilege of looking him in the eye.

Do you really believe, that your dimensional magic can contain the sexual force of pomp? Since the beginning of time, the sexual forces have run throughout the universe. Man endeavored to lay claim to their own lands, the sea, and even the stars, but the world was still too young to have any means to do so. Pomp spread through the ranks of the world, culminating in your glorious family line Ali, and allowed us to own and manipulate the entire omniverse, in that belt. Pomp is the earliest and most pure form of dimensional magic that there is.

He descended down back towards the prince and pulled a rather large, pretentious royal scepter from inside the belt and placed it into The Dayman's hands.

This scepter is the means in which you can channel the sexual forces from your body and into the material world. It is your birthright Ali.

And with that he phased back into the belt and back to wherever the hell he came from. It was a magical moment. One that was filled with tears and anticipation, mostly from me. Ok...ok well entirely from me. It was a wonderful moment. Truly. Oh..oh yes back to the battle.

The Dayman rose his mighty scepter and pointed it at Magnus.

"GET POMPED BITCH!"

A force of royal pompous lightning bolstered forth from the scepter and contained Magnus in a small cage, invoking his right of royal pompous ownership.

"NOW THREE FIFTHS OF YOU IS MINE!"

[Myrdraxxis]

"Yeah okay that was weird." Magnus quickly teleported out of the cage (a pretty simple spell) directly in front of the Dayman. "And pomp, for all its sexual power, cannot compare to the forces I wield. I was taught dimensional magic from a god who was taught it from angelic eldritch beings whose very Names would make you go crazy." Magnus growled. He was getting kind of annoyed now.

Mostly for effect, he conjured a gigantic lightning storm that began to strike at the Dayman's soldiers still fighting. The violent wind brought by the storm made his coat whip around rather coolly.

"I am immortal! I have the magical knowledge of thousands of worlds at my fingertips! I have commanded and destroyed armies! I have seen things that would make lesser men lose their minds in fear! I have brought low GODS, boy! I'm pretty sure I'm worshipped on a couple of worlds! Don't think that this will be enough to beat me!"

This time, he grabbed the Dayman's belt and pumped the anti-dimension spell directly to it. Then he punched the Dayman in the face.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman ignored the anti-dimension spell that still wouldn't work the second time and spun from the punch. As he twirled he drug his scepter along the ground and righted himself.

The scepter and The Dayman began to glow a bright purple.

"With the power, of a ruling lineage that goes back to the beginning of time. I SUBJUGATE YOU!" And he slammed the scepter into the back of Magnus' head. "BE SILENCED COMMONER."