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Well, it's that time again. A new chapter for Veneration is out.
This chapter unfortunately though is something of a cliffhanger. Not a massive one, but it does cut off at a semi-important point in this sub arc. I'm a little bit undecided on cliffhangers. On one hand I understand their necessity, in both building up hype, but also because sometimes you just can't write a massive chapter without it seeming overwhelming. On the other hand, cliffhangers suck. I'll try to only incorporate them as necessary so it doesn't become a nuisance.
A reviewer brought up a good point regarding Jace's Authorities. Specifically the ones Usurped from Verethragna. He more or less got the same versions as canon Godou did. Campione are supposed to have their Authorities match their personality and/or combat style. So, why does Jace have nearly the same Authorities as canon Godou? The reason is threefold. First, bluntly, I'm not that creative or good of a writer. It's why I didn't trash Godou as a character even though I did not like him canonically. I don't think I'm better than Jo Taketsuki (the canon author of Campione!) at writing. I'm definitely not. Granted I still think the method by which Pandora manages the Campione system is not that good. Second, and this is story wise, I wanted Jace's Authorities to give him enough breathing room to not be a constant underdog like canon Godou. I wanted Jace on more even footing with his foes, because unlike canon Godou, Jace may use trickery, but its not his preferred style. Third, what is Jace's theme as a Campione then? Technically Jace's theme is purposefully nebulous as he's going to undergo character growth which will change his theme. That was a bit of a mistake on my part. I should have decided on a more solid theme if I was going to incorporate that concept at all. Though if pressed I would describe Jace as a Demolisher. Meaning he seeks to wreck his opponents in battle as a means to achieve victory. I.e. with overwhelming force. It's why the [Bull] made Jace stronger than Melqart, it fit with Jace's theme. Though there are unexplored parts of each Authority, hence the ? inserted in each Authority's description.
As for Prometheus stating Jace has received multiple Authorities. Technically in canon, a Campione can only receive one Authority per God slain, Jo Taketsuki himself cleared up that misunderstanding. I just decided to write it as a Campione can receive more than one Authority if the Heretic God in question approves of the Usurpation. This is an AU story, so why not play around with the rules a little. It feeds back into the structure I'm making for the Veneration verse. That brings me to a serious topic.
I'm strongly considering rebooting Veneration, from the ground up. Why? Several reasons. First, I still feel off about not including Jace's ascension to a Campione. Not doing so as I've come to realize was a mistake. Not a story breaking one, but a severe one nonetheless. I thought about it for a while now and I keep thinking that the story would be better if I included the events of Jace's initial god-slaying in chronological order, instead of doing a flashback. This ties back into the second reason. Not just for better sequential reading, but for better world building. After reviewing my notes for the plot, I think there are better ways to demonstrate the AU nature of Veneration. But to do so I'd need to overhaul the whole written work so far, because we're not looking at just an additional chapter or two, but an overhaul of the earlier chapters. Not a complete rewrite, but enough new/altered content that I can't just patch in the new sections. Third, characters. I'm comfortable with how most were portrayed, but after finally writing Jace himself I'm not happy with how he came out. At least for the first few chapters. Besides that there are additional characters I want to give a first intro that will play later major roles.
Strictly speaking I do not think a reboot is absolutely necessary for the story. But. I want Veneration to reach the full potential I have in mind. If I do go that route, I'll likely release one more chapter as I've already got the bulk of the next already laid out, and then that will be the end of the this iteration of Veneration. That way at least this subarc is complete. I'm just not sure whether to keep up this iteration or delete the story once, if, I do the reboot. Either way if I do the reboot, the story will go on hiatus for a while, as I rework the plot. How long? I don't know. It all depends on how much I decide needs rework and what is good as is.
As the audience what do you want to see? Just know if I do go down the reboot path, this project WILL continue. I'm too invested to leave it just hanging here in the ether.
Spoilers:
We see our first fight between Campione. I'm still heavily using Campione canon here, so for those of you who read the light novel you'll see the clear parallels in the duel between Doni and Jace. It's a bit lackluster to as to what I would have preferred for a first duel between Campione. But, in my opinion Jace is still unfamiliar with fighting as a Campione. Unleashing [Archaic Flame] against Cernunnous was a complete accident. Dealing with Verethranga was just learning how Authorities actually worked. Fighting Melqart was the real first battle in that sense, and Jace got lucky he was underestimated so badly. How that applies to the duel between Doni and Jace? Jace is trying to learn more about being a Campione from Doni, by observing his actions, seeing if there is anything he can gleam, because knows he's inexperienced. Jace could have gone straight for [Archaic Flame] or the [Boar] and ended the fight immediately. But he wanted to learn, which is why he asked Paolo about Doni's Authorities in the first place. Jace is a forward thinker; at least when it comes to survival. Doni for his part was just straight up holding back because he wanted to savor the fight. If Doni had taken the fight more seriously, he could have won at the start. If I remember correctly Doni's essentially untouchable in cqc so long as he has a sword. Not just because of his insane sword skills, but because the Campione(!) author gave Doni the ability to evade and hit Godspeed users without use of an Authority, just by using special footwork. I thought about nerfing Doni, but decided against it. Having the loveable blond idiot at his peak danger levels is going to be too much fun to play around with.
As for how Jace even with his own talents in battle can even approach Doni? Like I said Doni is holding back, for the moment. Plus, Jace will have a few tricks up his sleeve.
In case anyone is wondering, is it possible for a Campione to regenerate a lost limb without an Authority, the answer is: possibly. In the canon material I've read such a thing never happened to the Campione, so the question is basically unanswered to my knowledge. Yet Godslayers are known to heal exceptionally fast and near perfectly. So, for Veneration I decided it is possible; under conditions. Given enough time and mastery over their own bodies, i.e. senjutsu/touki, a Campione can regenerate a lost limb. High caliber healing magic can also grow a limb back, given enough application of the magic. It all depends on the ability of the Campione in question, how well they've trained their natural regeneration factor. But to be clear, it is all slower and less efficient than utilizing an Authority.
Well enjoy.
Veneration
Human Rising Arc
Chapter 9: Duel of Kings
Never underestimate your opponent, it's a good way to lose.
Florence Italy, March 26th, 2024
Jace originally thought he'd never see Italy again. But here he was back in the country again in the span of a few days. Only this time he had come of his own volition. This time he'd likely have to fight for his life again as well. Jace pondered over the amount of life and death situations Erica Blandelli had dragged him into. It was becoming a bad habit of hers, he mused. Though he couldn't say anything against the blond knight. The Seventh Campione chose to do battle of his own accord, against Erica's own wishes.
Jace stilled his mind. He needed to focus. The newest Campione had no doubt it would be a challenging prospect taking on a senior King. Erica had explained that Doni Salvatore was not only a more experienced Godslayer, but the man also lived up to his reputation as the King of Swords. The Sixth Campione was a once in a lifetime genius with a sword, eclipsing all the mage knights in Europe in terms of swordsmanship.
Jace had his work cut out for him. But he was not going to back down. He had made a promise and he intended to keep it.
It was midday by the time Jace arrived in front of the headquarters of the Copper-Black-Cross. The building was far more unassuming than Jace had anticipated. In the back of his mind, he expected a castle or something as the primary base of operations for an order of mage knights. Instead, he saw a modestly sized non-descript five story building. Jace supposed that if you wanted to remain under the radar, it was better to not draw unnecessary attention.
Jace pondered on the best way to approach this. He remembered what Erica had said about the relationship between Campione and mages. The Campione were essentially supreme rulers among mages. Well, if that was the case Jace decided it was best to play the part.
Jace threw the double doors open, striding in like a conquering king. The dramatic motion drew the eyes of everyone in the lobby. The occupants quickly lost their expressions of irritation at the loud bang, replacing them with ones of fright. We'll if they recognized him, that meant Jace was in the right place.
The Seventh Campione walked up to the receptionist desk. A young lady was behind the desk. As Jace walked up, the receptionist, with nervous energy, smoothed over her dress and hair. Once Jace was in front of the desk, he looked down on the admittedly tall woman. Still short compared him, but she was around Godou's height so tall for a woman.
Jace leaned onto the counter, causing the receptionist to nervously swallow. A polite smile on his face, Jace addressed the receptionist. "I assume you recognize me."
"Y-yes Re." The receptionist managed to squeak out.
"Good. Then I'll get straight to business. I want to speak with your leader. They are here, right?" Jace spoke.
"Yes. Paladin Blandelli is inside his office right now. Shall I call him down for you?" The receptionist getting her fear under control, spoke more fluidly.
"No. I'll go to him. Take me to his office." Jace ordered.
"Ah, Re, I-I'm—" The receptionist eager to be clear of a Campione attempted to free herself from having to guide Jace to the Paladin's office.
The smile on Jace's face dropped. A burning stare bore into the receptionist, who paled. "I said take me to his office. Now." Jace's tone brooked no argument.
The receptionist eeped. She quickly, though clumsily, complied with the command. She motioned for Jace to follow her. The young lady's steps were fast paced, fueled by the desire to get away from potential ground zero. Jace did not complain, as he could easily keep up.
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After an uncomfortable (for the receptionist) elevator ride Jace found himself looking out of a window on the fifth floor. The receptionist turned to the right, Jace following her. After crossing another smaller lobby, the pair were standing in front of a pair of double wooden doors. As Jace had noticed the furniture and walls of the fifth floor were an upshot in quality compared to the modest, albeit well-maintained first floor. Jace wondered if the gleam of the double doors handle in front of him was gold.
"Paladin Blandelli. Re Armell is here to see you." The receptionist called out.
A pause. Then an older male voice responded from the other side of the double doors. "Ah! Send him in."
The receptionist obeyed, pulling the handle on the right side of the double door down. Jace walked through the opening. The room was even more splendorous than the lobby outside. Rows of books shelves lined the walls. Jace found they were all manner of obscure titles. Treatises on the arcane, collected mythological tales, and bestiaries of supernatural entities.
In the center of the room was a large, heavy, wooden desk. Sitting behind the desk was a man who appeared to be in his fifties, if his greying hair was any indication. Aside from that it would be difficult to ascribe the man as middle-aged. His robust frame, while not overly large or muscular, was clearly well-built. Jace couldn't put his finger on it, but a certain air of vitality seemed to infuse the man. His intelligent eyes were sharp and energetic.
The only thing that seemed livelier was his smile. "Ah, Lord Armell, welcome, welcome!" The man rose from his sitting position, walking around the desk to greet Jace. The apparent leader of the Copper-Black-Cross, quickly bowed to Jace.
"It is an honor to have you here. I did not have the opportunity to say this immediately after it happened, but on behalf of the Copper-Black-Cross you have my most sincere gratitude for saving the Mediterranean." The Paladin's tone was one of humbleness.
After rising from his bow, the Paladin did something that surprised Jace. The man stuck out his hand. "And on a personal note, I want to thank you for saving the life of my precious niece."
Now it made sense. Jace smirked and took the proffered appendage. He firmly shook the Paladin's hand. "You're welcome, Paladin." A thoughtful expression crossed Jace's face. "Considering your last name and what you just said, I assume Erica is your niece?" Jace asked. It would not surprise him if the smug blond knight's relative was the leader of her knight order.
A smile flickered across the Paladin's face. "Indeed. I am her uncle. But please call me Paolo. I would feel out of place if the one responsible for saving the life of my precious niece was referring to me as Paladin."
Jace shrugged, the matter was not important to him. "As you wish." The Seventh Campione's countenance became hard and professional. "Now. You know why I'm here."
Paolo grimly nodded. "Sí, I do. Erica called me shortly before and explained the situation to me." Paolo's expression became unreadable. "Do you truly intend to fight on her behalf?"
"I do." Was Jace's succinct reply.
Paolo said nothing for several moments. Then. He laughed. The Paladin laughed heartily and loudly. Paolo laughed hard enough he was forced to wipe tears from his eyes.
"The bloody hell?" Jace called out, severely confused as to why Paolo was laughing over such a grievous matter.
Jace's utterance caused Paolo to reign in his laughter. Once he finally calmed down the merriment a moment ago was gone, replaced by stoicism. He gestured toward the two seats on opposite sides of his desk. "Please take a seat Lord Armell. How do the American's say it? This will take a minute."
Jace decided to go along with the request. He was genuinely curious as to what the Paladin had to say. Once both men were seated Paolo steepled his fingers.
"Lord Armell, you are new to the world of the supernatural, correct?" Paolo questioned.
"Yeah, I had no idea gods and magic existed until two weeks ago." Jace affirmed.
"I see. Then let me commend you again for so bravely facing down the unknown. But I digress. I assume Erica only told you the bare bones of what it means to be a Campione; of the power they wield." Paolo smiled briefly, before the severity returned.
"Her and Lucretia explained a decent deal of it, but aside from slaying gods and taking their powers, not much. I assume you're getting at something." Jace accused.
Paolo nodded, affirming Jace's assumption. "Sí. Let me tell you what a Campione is." The Paladin placed his hands flat on the desk. His expression became more severe than it already was. In a strong, clear voice he said the following.
"Campione- Godslayer- is a supreme ruler.
Since they can slay a celestial being, they can therefore call upon the highly divine powers wielded by gods.
Campione- Godslayer- is a lord.
Since the power to kill a god is in their hands, they can therefore dominate the mortals of all races.
Campione- Godslayer- is a demon.
Therefore, of the entire collective of mortal races, those with the power to oppose them do not exist."
Jace leaned back into his chair, frowning as he did so. "I know Campione are powerful but is the divide really so vast, between you and me?"
Paolo nodded grimly. "Lord Armell, I could try with all my might, but I could never hope to defeat someone who not only wields the power of gods but was talented enough to do so while a mere mortal. Erica told me of your skill on the battlefield, you displayed an unimaginable ability for combat. No. The only one's with the means to resist you are Heretic Gods and your fellow Campione."
"I see." Was Jace's reply. Continuing he said, "But that wouldn't stop Erica. She's far too proud. Is she right that Salvatore will harm your organization if she rebels against him?"
Paolo sighed, looking down briefly. "I cannot say. Lord Salvatore is one of the most unpredictable of Campione, he operates on his whims alone. Even if not, if Erica attempted to fight Lord Salvatore, I would join her." A sad smile formed on Paolo's face. "And if there is one thing my niece will not do, is endanger another being in a hopeless battle, just for her own pride. She is far to kind of a person."
Jace felt odd listening to this. It was not business. It was personal. He did not know what to do with this. So, his speech was somewhat awkward when he spoke. "I guess she is noble after all."
Paolo nodded that sad smile becoming even sadder. "She takes after her parents. My brother and his wife were model knights, it runs in her veins." Paolo straightened up, his expression becoming serious again. "Lord Jace, I had given up hope for my niece, to see whole future taken away was a heavy burden to bear. I wanted to challenge Lord Salvatore myself, but I know it would be for not. I would unquestionably lose, and if I were to die, it would hurt Erica. So, imagine to my surprise when another Campione intervenes, stating he will free my niece."
The Paladin breathed deeply, then continued. "It was pure relief. Knowing Erica has her future back is the greatest joy this old man has felt in years. I cannot thank you enough for doing this."
Jace was distinctly uncomfortable. It had been bad enough with Godou, but having another individual place so much hope in him was chafing. Jace was not a hero. He was just… doing what had to be done, nothing more. "Thank me when blondie is out of prison. Now, I'm going to need something from you. Because I intend to win, not just survive." Jace warned.
Paolo nodded, signaling he understood. "Name it, Lord Armell. Even if I have to give my own arm it shall be down."
The Paladin's sincere tone brought a smirk to Jace's face. "Nothing so drastic. What I need is information. Specifically what kind of Authorities Salvatore has. How many, and how they operate." Jace informed Paolo, hoping the Paladin would not balk.
Paolo smiled slightly. "Excellent, I had hoped you were already formulating a plan of battle and you did not disappoint, Lord Armell. As for sharing such information, worry not. Several of Lord Salvatore's Authorities are well understood by Italian mages, and I as of this moment am more than happy to reveal such information." Paolo's smile became sharp and somewhat vengeful.
Jace was not surprised by the Paladin's willingness to part with such information, he rightfully guessed Paolo would be more than happy to give Jace any edge he could. But. "The way Erica talked about Authorities I thought the other Campione kept all knowledge on them secret. What, does Salvatore not care?"
Paolo did not immediately respond, instead tapping his right index finger on the desk. He seemed to be mulling something over. Finally, Paolo spoke, slowly and deliberately. "Lord Salvatore is to put it bluntly, a fool."
Jace raised an eyebrow, "Meaning?" he asked.
"Too us mages the act of fighting a Heretic God is essentially suicide. So, we consider anyone brave or reckless enough to do so, outside a normal human's state of mind. Lord Salvatore especially falls outside of the reasonable thought process of a human being, as he knew before hand just how dangerous Heretic Gods were before he challenged one. Many say only a fool would do such a thing. Then when you consider his motivation for fighting Heretic Gods is for the love of battle… I must agree he is a fool. So, to answer you question Lord Armell, the King of Swords does not care if his opponents know his strengths and weakness." The Paladin quickly added on when he realized it might sound like he was lumping Jace in with the King of Swords. "No offense intended regarding present company."
Jace waved off the concern, as he really didn't care about others' opinion of him that much. "None taken." Jace mulled over what Paolo was telling him and reached a conclusion. "Though, I must disagree; about Salvatore that is. You make him sound like an idiot, but from my perspective its relatively easy to understand why he would allow knowledge of his abilities to be known."
The Paladin gained an inquisitive expression, wondering if perhaps the mind of another Campione could make sense of Doni Salvatore. "What do you think, Lord Armell?"
Jace gave a knowing smile. "Simple, he wants someone to challenge him. If you know your target's capabilities, you're more likely to make a move against them. Salvatore might be cleverer than you think. Granted I wouldn't literally give the key to defeating me to my opponent, but hey that's just me."
Paolo's eyes widened, as the foreign train of thought was processed. He gave a dry chuckle once he was done pondering. "If you're correct, Lord Salvatore might just be a genius with more than the sword. Now, I think I've given you an idea of who you shall be facing. We should move on to what you shall be facing."
Jace nodded, as the fire of determination burned in his eyes.
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It took an hour for Paolo to relay the known information on Doni Salvatore. It took another hour to reach the destination the Paladin had proposed for the battle. The Paladin assured the Seventh Campione he would inform the Sixth of the battle ground.
Jace finally reached his destination, noting the grounds. It was an abandoned warehouse in an industrial district on the north-west edge of the city. Paolo had proposed the location as the area where there would be the least interference from bystanders. The Paladin had already sent agents of his organization to divert any hapless bystanders from entering the area. They would be maintaining a safe distance, however. There was no telling how much collateral damage a duel between to Campione would produce. Jace was fine with that. The less interlopers in the way the more he could focus on the King of Swords.
The door nearest to Jace proved easy enough to open. The door was in poor condition and unlike a thicker latch bolt, was a traditional and easily broken keyhole. One well-placed kick later and Jace was in. The hallway he entered into was dark in shadows, yet Jace could see perfectly fine. Making out the dusty uncleaned floor with ease. If he remembered correctly, Campione were supposed to have night vision better than any nocturnal predator. A minor ability but one he would take.
Jace made his way to the heart of the warehouse. The storage racks that had previously been in the building must have been taken out at some point, because the main floor was open and uncluttered. The open area meant he could move freely, but that he didn't have any cover either if he needed it. Well, no battlefield was perfect.
Jace stopped walking, noting the pillars of light shining down onto the floor. He correctly guessed that the unmaintained roof must be falling apart, allowing holes for the light to shine in through. Hopefully the whole roof would not come down during the fight, the Seventh Campione thought. That would make for an embarrassing end. Killed by old, worn-out ceiling instead of a divine sword.
Now Jace just needed to wait.
He felt it before he heard it. That stirring in his veins. It was different from the pull of a Heretic God. This feeling was something Jace couldn't quite put his finger on yet. But it did tell him one thing for certain. A rival, another being of Power, was nearby.
After roughly five minutes Jace heard another door in the warehouse, this one on the far side of the main floor, open. Turning around Jace saw the silhouette of a man step into the warehouse. The figure was somewhat tall for a man, standing easily at six foot if not slightly more. The figure looked around for a moment, then caught sight of Jace. The man energetically began walking up to Jace.
Jace noticed the man's features. He looked to be somewhere in his early twenties. Italian from the structure of his face, though his spiky blond hair could throw someone off. Most would consider the man handsome. Coupled with a body clearly built up by years of intense physical exercise, and clear cerulean eyes, the man was possessed an unforgettable air about him. Strange enough was the man's attire.
Jace shared similar tastes in wearing grey combat pants, but not tastes in shirts, as the blond was wearing an unbuttoned, red Hawaiian shirt. The pair of sunglasses on his head coupled with the bag flung over his shoulder made it look like the man was prepared for a day at the beach.
The man perfectly matched the description Paolo had given of Doni Salvatore.
"I assume you're Doni Salvatore." Jace called out once the man was within less than ten meters.
The man stopped at the hail, a smile lighting up his features. "Yep. You must be the Seventh. I can't imagine another flame-haired giant being at this location. I'm glad we finally got to meet. Do you know how disappointing it was to just miss you?" Doni said flippantly.
Jace flashed a frown. He'd expected a little more seriousness from someone who'd gone to all the trouble of dragging him back to Italy. "Yeah, sorry about that. If I had known I'd just have to come right back, I wouldn't have left so soon." Jace said insincerely.
If Doni caught onto the mockery, he did not show it. The King of Sword's smile only grew larger as he perceived his opponent to be eager to start the battle. "Oh, really? I guess I didn't have to use that knight to bring you here after all." Doni commented off hand.
Jace was severely annoyed. Using Erica against him was irritating, which was something Doni did not seem to comprehend. "Oi. Speaking of that blond pain in the ass, you are going to let her go after this fight. That's the deal, right?" Jace asked seriously. The King of Swords was too much of an unknown still for Jace to be certain of his actions.
Doni flippantly waved his hand in the air as if the matter was unimportant. "Oh, that? Yeah, yeah. Once we've fought to our hearts content, Dianna is free to go."
Jace raised an eyebrow in grievance. This King of Swords was sort of annoying in his own way as it seemed he did not take anything seriously if he couldn't even be bothered to remember Erica's name for a day. Whatever Jace thought, so long as Doni kept his end of the deal. "Fine. Well, guess I don't need to kill you then, just kick your ass." Jace cracked his neck, psyching himself up for the oncoming battle.
Doni started removing the bag from his back. "That's what I like to hear. Oh!" Doni suddenly thought of something.
Jace, wary of a trap, kept his guard up. "What?"
Doni's smile turned from friendly to sharp, not dissimilar from Jace's when he got worked up during a good fight. "I should probably mention I tend to get carried away, so I might kill you by accident. So, don't go dying on me." The King of Swords's battle fervor was all too palpable.
Jace matched Doni's smile, saying "Don't think it'll be that easy. You're not the only one who managed to slay a bunch of gods." Jace assumed a loose fighting stance, prepared to move at a moment's notice.
Doni finished lowering the bag on his back to his chest. He opened the zipper part way and put his hand into the unassuming sports bag. What he drew out was far more eye catching.
A sword.
Jace didn't know much about swords, but even he could tell it was made of real steel. Well maintained, with a blade that shone with the light falling from the ceiling. Jace frowned, he already knew where this was going. Paolo had warned him to be wary of this moment specifically.
"O silver arm, upon my oath, turn into an invincible blade." Doni chanted the Words of Power for an Authority. An aura of power enveloped Doni, a faint reddish glow that signaled the divine might he had Usurped. It wasn't as intense as what Verethragna or Melqart had unleashed, but it was stronger than the bestial god in Africa. Jace did not know what that meant. He supposed it could mean that the power of Doni's Authority was below that of the God of Victory and the King of the Ancestral Line. Or it might mean Doni was simply holding back unlike the two hyper arrogant gods. Jace was not going to assume Doni was weaker either way. That kind of assumption could get him killed.
What Jace did know was that the ability Doni had activated was dangerous.
"[Rippling Silver Arm]." Jace said lowly. Paolo had warned Jace about this ability. It was Doni's sole known offensive Authority. It was also insanely dangerous.
Doni smiled in surprise. "Oh, you already know! Well, that takes a little fun out of the surprise, but I guess that means you'll last longer at least." Doni held out the blade, as if allowing Jace to examine it. The blade had gone from the color of steel to a gleaming silver. More impossible than the apparent transmutation of the blade was the fact Doni's arm had also seemed to turn to silver. Despite its sudden metallic properties Doni's right arm still seemed to move organically as his motions were entirely human.
"Don't worry I'll prove that blade of yours isn't so invincible after all." Jace taunted.
Doni didn't' say anything more, instead he charged. Fast.
Fast enough it almost caught Jace off guard. Jace narrowly jumped back just before Doni could unleash a single strike with his sword. Doni followed up again, just as fast as before and again Jace barely managed to dodge the slash.
After the two initial swings Doni did not follow up immediately. Instead, he complimented Jace. "Good job. I've defeated dozens of mage knights in that opening move set, yet you evaded it like it was nothing."
"Thanks. Honestly you were a little slow." Jace was lying through his teeth. The only being he'd seen move faster than what Doni had just done was Verethragna using his [Raptor] Authority. The divide was massive between the two, but it still was worth noting, as Doni had closed the distance between them in a second. If Jace's reflexes had not been enhanced to the absurd levels they had, he knew he never would have been able to evade Doni. Jace couldn't move that fast, even as a Campione. So, that meant Doni was using another ability of some kind.
"So, that little technique right there, that an Authority or something else?" Jace asked, fishing for knowledge.
"Oh, no. It's just a bit of magic. But it's really useful ya know. If I could have done that before I became a Campione, I probably could have beaten teacher back in the day." Doni helpfully informed Jace.
"They must be really proud of you." Jace uttered sarcastically, backing up slowly as he saw Doni prepare a new fighting stance. Even an extra inch might mean the difference between being cut to pieces or not.
The King of Swords charged again, Jace prepared to dodge again. Unfortunately, he failed. Just as Doni was going to miss his thrust toward Jace's heart, he stepped forward suddenly, bringing his blade into a downward slash. The extra reach was just enough to catch Jace.
Jace felt a stinging sensation as the blade traveled down his torso. The Seventh Campione leaped backward again after receiving the wound.
Doni did not pursue, instead content to examine the red liquid staining his sword. "First blood goes to me." Doni smiled arrogantly, pleased by the small victory. "You doing okay over there?" Doni called out, with only a small amount of sarcasm.
Jace didn't take his eyes off Doni, knowing that would be suicide. Instead, he trailed a finger down the wound. It stung as he did so, but not greatly. It was shallow, little more than a scratch traveling down the length of his torso, from shoulder to mid ab. "Yeah, just a scratch, that blade of yours must be dull." Jace taunted. Still that wound concerned the Seventh Campione a little. Paolo had been correct when he said Doni's [Rippling Silver Arm] was dangerous. Jace didn't know if the Authority actually granted Doni the means to cut through anything he made contact with, but it at least could slice through Jace's armor like skin. As such, Jace had to assume it also allowed him to cut the bones of a Campione, which were supposedly stronger than any metal on earth.
In summation. Doni could kill him with that sword.
Jace frowned, his mind calculating a plan. With everything he knew about the King of Swords, the longer the battle dragged on the worse Jace's chances. He couldn't dodge forever; Doni would eventually land a blow that would put him out of commission. Doni was also going for killing strikes so far, so just taking a loss was not an option.
No. Even if Doni was not using lethal attacks, Jace still would not just take an injury to end the battle, even if that's all it took. The thought of doing so caused a massive burst of indignation to flare through Jace's body. Jace had his pride and he never backed down so easily. He might temporarily retreat but not just give up. Jace was going to either defeat the King of Swords or give it his all, trying to win.
Jace needed to change the flow of battle if he was going to win. So, instead of waiting for Doni to charge again, Jace charged himself. Doni seeing this was pleased by the sudden aggressiveness of his opponent and went to meet Jace. Just as the Seventh Campione was about to be bifurcated from a horizontal spinning slash, he dropped to the ground. Or rather he slid. Doni's eyes widened; he hadn't thought someone so big could be that agile.
The maneuver had been timed perfectly, just so that Jace's head passed an inch below Doni's sword swing. Jace had never faced an opponent wielding a sword before, but he picked up Doni's reaction speed quickly. He didn't need to dodge the sword, just Doni's capability to change the flow of his attacks. It probably wouldn't work again though; Doni would adjust and close off the opening. The King of Swords was just too skilled a warrior to allow such an opening to remain. That was fine though. Jace just needed to close the gap once.
Jace's left hand shot out going for Doni's left leg. Once he had a firm grasp on it, Jace yanked with all his might. Even with the poor leverage from the position Jace was able to bring Doni down. Just a testament to Jace's prodigious strength. Now that they were on the ground, they were in the Seventh's domain.
Jace flipped over, then pushed off his all fours to launch himself overtop Doni. Jace assumed the mount position, pinning down Doni's sword arm. With his free hand he proceeded to punch Doni in the face. To the giant of a man's satisfaction his attacks were working. Doni's face felt hard as a steel beam, but judging from his grimace, Jace's blows hurt. That was all Jace needed. He kept raining down blows, hoping to knock Doni out.
That had been the plan at least, until Doni did something. All Jace knew was one moment he had been smashing Doni's face in, then he felt something ram into the right side of his gut. Looking down, what Jace saw was… not good. Doni, despite not using his sword had managed to penetrate the skin and flesh of his fellow Campione. With his bare hand. Jace could feel where the fingers were displacing tissue. It hurt.
Doni clenched his fingers, causing more damage, and more importantly causing Jace to flinch.
When Jace did so, he released Doni's sword arm. Doni with a maniacal grin on his face renewed the grip on his sword, brought it up, and then brought it down.
A spurt of blood showered Doni's face and torso. The King of Swords eyes widened. The strike had initially been aimed at Jace's neck, so Doni was surprised when Jace's throat was not sliced open. Instead, he felt a weight settle onto his stomach. When he looked down, he saw it.
It was a hand.
Jace had seen the strike incoming but had neither the space nor positioning to evade properly. Left with the little options he had; he did the only thing he could. The Seventh Campione had brought his left arm up in defense. Doni's slash had caught the arm just above the wrist. Doni's blade lived up to its trademark, slicing through Jace's wrist, skin, flesh, and bone with ease. It had only slowed Doni's sword for less than a moment, but that was enough. Jace just managed to roll back off Doni, go back a meter, and rise to a kneeling position.
"Bloody hell, that hurts." Jace grimaced in pain. He clutched at the stub of his wrist, desperately attempting to stem the bleeding. Jace did not know if Campione could bleed to death like this, but the way blood was spurting out did not look good.
Jace began to rise as Doni got up from the floor. Jace backpedaled to get out of sword reach. Once Doni finally stood up, they just stared at each other. Doni with a smile like a kid who had found a new toy, and Jace with narrowed eyes, wondering how he was going to turn the tables.
Doni began speaking, but Jace wasn't listening. Instead, his attention focused inward. In the Seventh's mind's eye, he saw his Authorities. [Archaic Flame] hungered to be unleashed, the fiery Authority Jace knew would incinerate Doni. But it wouldn't staunch the bleeding. The [Boar] roared, the Authority ready and waiting to be brough to battle. Jace trusted the mighty beast to crush Doni, just as it had done with the dragon summoned by Melqart. But it wouldn't save Jace from blood loss either. Either one would have drastically changed the tide of battle if he had used it earlier, but it was too late for that now.
What Jace needed was to stop the bleeding from his arm and gut. Jace looked too Verethragna's symbol. A new Authority seemed to be beckoning to Jace. It was the symbol representing a camel. It called out, announcing its wish to be used. Jace grinned, well he had nothing to lose at least.
The Wheel spun until the [Camel] was at the top of the pyramid.
"Deep killing strokes fell ten thousand men, I struck back in retaliation." Jace chanted.
Power surged through his veins as his aura kicked up, amber energy flowing around him.
"All fell but me, the one withstanding mortal wounds unflinching."
Doni, realizing Jace was activating an Authority… did nothing to stop him. Doni had enjoyed the battle so far, but he thought it was somewhat lackluster. Oh, the bit where Jace had pinned him to the ground had been thrilling. But if Doni was the only one using an Authority, the battle obviously was not reaching its full potential. So, the King of Swords happily waited for his opponent to power up.
"Imbued with the might of righteous wrath, my strikes splintered the army. For I have become the unyielding One!" Jace finished speaking the incantation for the [Camel].
Instantly he felt better. It was like with the [Bull], Jace felt a flood of energy in his body, but a different kind. Instead of feeling like he could lift a mountain, it felt like he could run around the world without tiring. Better still the pain from his wounds was diminishing. The blood flow was thinning out, but not because Jace had lost too much blood already. His blood was coagulating at an astonishing rate. No more than that. When Jace dared to look down at the stub of wrist, he saw something astonishing. The bone, flesh, and skin of his wrist was growing out. His hand was regenerating!
Jace released the grip on his left wrist and stood to face Doni. "Well, round two?" Jace inquired.
Doni did not know exactly what had just happened, but he had a good feeling about it. Which for Doni meant an exciting battle ahead. "Let's go!" He hollered excitedly.
Doni began charging, eager to resume the battle.
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Doni came sword swinging, eager to draw more blood. The master swordsman's movements were just as fast as before. Doni was not going to let up just because he'd severed his opponent's limb. If anything, the King of Swords was somewhat disappointed. He had hoped that the man capable of defeating so many gods back-to-back would put up a heartier fight. Not that Doni wasn't enjoying himself, he was, but not as much as he thought he would. Though the man had now employed an Authority himself, so Doni held out strong hope the battle was only beginning.
As for Jace, his primary goal now was to not get cut up any more than he already was. With his secondary goal being to kick Doni's ass. As for how he would do exactly that… he was not sure. He would need to place his faith in the [Camel]. At least till his wounds were healed. With a little luck the Authority had some offensive capabilities in addition to its apparent regenerative ability.
Doni was two steps from being in sword range. Jace tensed prepared to dodge.
Doni's sword came slashing in, the vertical strike meant to cut Jace from shoulder to groin. Jace pivoted out of the way. Doni reorientated, stepping forward, driving the tip of his sword straight at Jace's heart. Jace sidestepped the blade, then delivered a punishing kick as a counterattack.
Except none of that had happened. Doni was still two steps away, when Jace saw in his mind's eye the whole sequence of events. Jace did not have time to question what he just envisioned. He could not even devise a different plan. All he could do was act.
The whole sequence played out again. Only this time in the real world instead of Jace's mind. It was a perfect replica, as if it was a video reel of the events. The sole difference was what happened when Jace's boot connected with the King of Swords. The vision had ended there. In the real world though…
A ripple spread out from the point of contact. The force behind the impact staggering, Doni's body was sent flying through the air like a bullet. Only stopping he when came smashing into a steel support beam. The beam was dented from the impact, leaving an imprint in the shape of the King of Swords.
Jace whistled, "Bloody damn." Jace had felt the unbridled strength in his legs, but to see it put into action was another thing entirely. He was impressed. The Camel with its apparent myriads of abilities was officially a favorite Authority.
Jace heard a strangled sound emanate from Doni. The King of Swords had survived the impact. Jace slowly walked forward, wary of any tricks. Jace just gained the upper hand but was not going to be stupid and get caught unaware in a moment of arrogance. "You alive Salvatore?" Jace rhetorically called out.
The King of Swords squirmed in the dent, pushing himself out of it. He stumbled as did so, but he remained standing despite the beating collision he had just experienced. Doni's face hung down, his hair obscuring his face from view. A sound emanated from Doni. One Jace had heard before. Verethragna had made a similar sound. It was the sound of battle crazed laughter.
The King of Swords raised his face and well looked worse for wear. A dribble of blood was leaking out of Doni's mouth, a tell-tale sign of internal bleeding. Doni used his free hand, because he still had not let go of his sword, to feel his chest. The smile on his face only grew. "You fractured my ribs. Awesome!" His cheerful tone was severely out of place for such a severe injury. The King of Swords stretched out his body, even as a grimace of pain flashed across his face, only to be replaced by a calm smile. "Ah, been a while since I felt like this. Last time was with the old man. He really put up a savage fight. You aren't doing too bad at this in comparison." Doni's statement was disconcerting. It was as if the beating he had taken had only got him worked up.
Jace had been hoping that Doni would be out of commission after that strike. Luck was not on his side it seemed. "I don't even expect myself to survive a beating like that. Just what are we Godslayers made of?" The Seventh Campione questioned no one in particular.
"Don't really know. But being this tough means we can really fight to our hearts' content. Now speaking of that, I suppose I should kick it up a notch."
Doni's aura kicked up more, as he began chanting a new incantation.
"Even if the body is crushed and scattered, the sword never dies! The broken blade shall be melted down in the furnace, forged once more to be reborn as a new sword! This level of flames cannot destroy me!" New Words of Power flowed from the King of Swords' lips. Though nothing changed dramatically.
"Now let's see if you can still damage me. I'm supposedly invincible like this, you know." Doni taunted.
Judging by the way Doni was talking Jace, could guess what had just happened. "Man of Steel." Jace's eyes narrowed, not pleased by this development.
The King of Swords nodded in confirmation. "Oh, you know about this one too? Oh, one of the mages must have told you." A look of contemplation crossed Doni's face. "Must have been Paolo."
Jace was honestly surprised Doni not only guessed right, but remembered the man's name, considering the King of Swords' bad memory.
"So, you know Paolo eh. Going to take revenge on him for that?" Jace asked with a hint of concern. The Paladin had given Jace vital intel, so he would feel a little bad if the aid rendered resulted in Paolo being punished.
"Nah, I told him to send any one strong my way, so it's all good. Besides if you hadn't been warned this would have been over in two seconds, and I don't think either of us would enjoy that." Doni casually said.
Despite the laid-back way Doni said it, Jace took it as an insult. "Don't get cocky, warned or not warned, I'd kick your bloody ass either way." Jace said hotly. The Seventh Campione typically did not care what others said about him. Nor was his pride so great he could not handle a little taunting. But he did take pride in his combat prowess and having that snubbed so casually irked him.
The King of Swords grinned in response. "I hope you can, I really do. That would be fun. Hey, what's your name again?" Doni suddenly asked.
Jace raised an eyebrow wondering where that came from. "Jace. Jace Armell. Why?"
A sheepish look crossed Doni's face. "Oh, I just have trouble remembering people's names if there not interesting."
Jace blinked before a thought crossed his mind. "Did you forget my name before I told you?" He accused.
"Maybe?" The King of Swords noncommittedly said.
A dead expression set itself on Jace's face. He was not amused. "Really. Really? Whatever. Let's just do this." Jace beckoned Doni to come at him. The King of Swords was all too happy to comply.
The next three minutes were a tense exchange between the two supernatural warriors. Doni and Jace do their best to slice or smash their opponent, respectively. Both were wounded, but the wounds weren't slowing them down, owing to their Authorities. If anything, both were fighting more fiercely, finally having warmed up. Doni, true to his word, kicked things into high gear, his attacks pattern becoming increasingly complex, as he started figuring out Jace's movements. The King of Swords, as Jace was becoming increasingly aware, was extremely skilled as a warrior.
Jace though was no slouch either. While primarily on the defensive, Jace was not idle in launching attacks of his own. Thanks to the [Camel] Jace could find an opening in Doni's movements, when he overextended, or the minor gap between attacks. Seizing these opportunities, Jace launched savage counters to keep Doni from gaining too much steam. Though much like how Doni could not land a strike on Jace, the Seventh Campione found it nigh impossible to land a blow on the King of Swords. Doni moved like a slippery eel, weaving around each counter-kick.
Wait.
There!
Jace foresaw an opening. It would have been impossible to achieve without knowing exactly what Doni was going to do, Jace would have been slashed to pieces. But with just the right timing, he could exploit a gap in Doni's movements. He needed to act now though.
Jace clenched his good fist, breathed deeply, then launched himself forward. With the [Camel]'s enhancements he was able to match Doni's speed, zooming forward like a speeding car. Doni, surprised to see the sudden offensive, adopted a horizontal guard position. He didn't have to wait long, Jace came crashing in like a thrashing camel.
The Seventh Campione brought up his left foot up like he was going for a sweeping kick. Doni adjusted his guard flawlessly, bringing the blade to a down position, readying to cleave Jace's leg. That did not happen though. Instead, Jace slammed the foot downward. If Jace had been at a standstill when he did that, bringing his foot down would have done nothing. But instead, he'd been moving, leaving some unspent momentum behind. While Campione defied the laws of nature both with their sheer existence and use of Authorities, that did not mean it never applied. In this case inertia said Jace needed to keep moving until the energy behind his velocity was spent. So, the Seventh Campione kept moving, pivoting on the slammed down foot, to turn his whole body around.
Doni, blinked for a second, unsure of what Jace was doing. Once Jace was in the spin he realized what was happening. The King of Swords instinctively brought his sword up for a parry. It was close. Had Jace attempted this without the [Camel] his timing probably would have been off. He might spin too slowly, and Doni would be able to raise his weapon in time. Or he might spin too quickly, and Doni would just leap back instead. Either outcome would have resulted in him likely losing a leg.
As it was, his timing was perfect.
Doni's sword arm came up far too late to parry. The heel of Jace's boot smashing into the side of his chest from the spinning reverse kick. Doni went flying again, this time sideways. Unlike last time though, he was not sent flying into a column. Instead, the King of Swords went skidding over the floor. Though Doni, remained upright.
Jace frowned. That had not felt right. It felt like he had kicked a steel column. Doni had not gone as far either as last time, like he had suddenly become much heavier. Jace was only more concerned when Doni merely shook himself like a dog. It was like the attack had done nothing.
"Did that even hurt you?" Jace asked, fairly certain Doni was unscathed.
Doni unfortunately confirmed he was. "Not a bit. Told you I was invincible like this." The blond Campione cheerfully stated.
Jace grimaced. That was not good. If Doni had taken what was nearly the strongest kick he could unleash, then the flame-haired Campione doubted his ability to do any damage at all. "What a broken Authority." Jace called out.
Doni shrugged. "Hey, you could just use another Authority. I know you're supposed to have more. Just use two at once and it'll be fair." Doni childishly suggested.
"If only I knew how. Mind explaining?" Jace responded, hoping to gain more time. He seriously doubted Doni would explain how to use multiple Authorities at once.
"Mhhm. Tell you what, you at least make this a drawl and I'll tell you how to do that." Doni dead seriously stated.
Jace just stared.
"What?" Doni uncomprehendingly called out.
"You're serious. You'll actually reveal how to get stronger if I win." The flame haired Campione looked at Doni in disbelief.
Doni gained a sudden serious air. "Only if you show you're ready to handle it. Otherwise, it'd be pointless to show you. So, give it everything you've got."
Jace was… unsure how to handle the sudden lecture Doni had just given. Was the man truly so battle-crazed he'd power up his own opponents for more entertainment? Jace was forced to accept that there was someone like that.
Jace couldn't suppress the grin forming on this face. Doni was just too much.
"Heh. You really are a fool, Doni Salvatore." The Seventh Campione said almost mirthfully. Jace had never meant someone like the King of Swords. Someone so straight forward. It was honestly, refreshing.
Doni's head tilted in confusion, not unlike a dog. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jace just shook his head, unwilling to explain his thoughts. "Don't worry about it."
The Seventh Campione took a look at his hand. It was healing nicely, he thought. But it still had a long way to go before it was fully regenerated. And judging from the pain in his side, that had not healed fully either. Jace did not like this situation. He was at a severe disadvantage in this fight. If he could actually hurt Doni, he'd take his odds. But not being able to do any damage was just a losing prospect. Doni would eventually land a lethal blow; it was just a matter of time, pre-cognition or not. Doni was rapidly learning his move set; the swordsman was just too skilled to not eventually piece it together.
As much as Jace hated it, he needed to retreat. If he did, he could buy enough time to heal his wounds. If he did that he could switch to a different Authority, one capable of hurting Doni. Jace hated running away, but if he did the only thing wounded any further would be his pride. It was unfortunately what needed to be done.
First though. He needed to figure out a way to get clear of Doni.
Jace looked around seeing if there was anything he could use as a distraction. He was finding zilch. There were no racks around to lose Doni with. Wait, would that even work? If Jace could feel Doni's presence surely the King of Swords could feel the Seventh Campione's. Jace cursed mentally, realizing whatever he did needed to be distracting enough to lose Doni, even after disengaging.
Maybe he could bring the roof down, Jace idly thought.
The Seventh Campione realized after dismissing the thought as impractical, it was not so useless after all. It was still insanely risking, and not guaranteed to work. But it would buy Jace time to retreat and keep Doni busy with being stuck under a bunch of rubble. It might be Jace's only chance. The main caveat was not burying himself underneath the rubble.
Now, how to go about it.
Jace quickly scanned the warehouse floor, making sure he had a clear mental picture of the building's layout. It was a modestly sized warehouse, not one of the behemoths most envisioned when thinking of such a building. That worked all the better for Jace, it would be easier to bring down. Judging from the number of pillars, fourteen would need to go down to comprise the structural integrity of the roof. Jace guessed at least, it was roughly half of the pillars he could see.
The fight had moved from the center point of the warehouse to the side Doni had entered from. Which worked in Jace's favor. He could slowly backpedal and demolish the pillars hopefully without alerting Doni to what was coming. With a little luck, the Seventh Campione could pull off his gambit, then retreat through the hallway he had come in through.
Jace had a plan. He just needed to enact it now.
He started off slow. Baiting Doni to slash through one pillar, then another. It did not come easily, the King of Swords was relentless, hacking and slashing masterfully, keeping Jace on a constant back foot. Jace even allowed himself to be cut twice, albeit with more shallow wounds, just to keep Doni from focusing in on the fact the support pillars were slowly being demolished.
Luck was on Jace's side this time it seemed, as Doni either was too engrossed in the battle to notice the pillars, or he simply did not care. Either way, the carelessness played right into Jace's hand. They had reached the last row of pillars on the side of where Jace had entered from. One more pillar, then the roof should come down. It was perfect. Except for the fact Jace could not shake Doni.
The battle crazed Campione was sticking to close for Jace to lose him before they both became trapped in rubble. Any other opponent and Jace would prefer close quarters combat, but not against a genius swordsman with an all-cutting sword. That was just plain unfair.
Jace turned to the [Camel], peering into the near future, looking for an avenue to his goal.
The only problem was he kept coming up with bad paths. Each one ended with him getting slashed or stabbed by Doni. Jace kept trying and kept finding only paths that led to a severe wound.
Fine. If the only way forward involved a little pain, so be it.
Jace took a deep breath, waited for Doni, and… let the future unfold.
Doni came in a leaping attack, Jace jumping straight back to evade. Doni's blade carved through the concrete like a hot knife through butter. Jace began a charge, knowing by the time he closed the distance Doni would already be ready to counter.
The King of Swords brought his sword out of the concrete, shifted his hips, and angled the sword upward. He waited till Jace was just at the right distance. Where he would surely just evade the tip of Doni's sword by the narrowest margins, with the beastly instincts he had displayed so far. But instead of successfully dodging, Doni would demonstrate the ace up his sleeve. A wicked smile crossed the King of Swords lips. He could taste the victory.
It was a little too bad though, Doni thought. He really enjoyed this fight so far. Oh, well, he thought. If Jace survived, they could do this again. Though probably after the Seventh gained more experience. Jace definitely needed to improve if he was to hold up against the likes of the old man.
Ah, there it was Jace was nearly within range. Doni's perception of the world around him slowed down, coming to a standstill. Jace was a foot away. One more step, then Doni's masterstroke would come to fruition.
Doni nearly gasped when Jace, instead of attempting to circumvent Doni's circle of control, barreled right into it. Doni did not have time to think, all he could do was follow his own instincts. So, due to his shock, Doni auto-completed the attack pattern he had set up but never intended to complete.
Jace, having foreseen the oncoming strike aimed at his heart, started twisting. He couldn't fully evade the stab. What he could do was move slightly to the side. Just enough to send the tip of Doni's sword into his shoulder instead. The feeling of flesh being severed, and bone cut through reverberated through Jace's shoulder. It was a bad wound, one that would bleed out an ordinary man in minutes.
It was all according to plan.
Doni was for the first time, looked confused, pausing instead of withdrawing his sword. "What are you doing?" The King of Swords asked, the confusion he was feeling bleeding into his voice.
Jace just smiled. Then he placed his boot against the center of Doni's chest. And pushed. Hard.
Doni went flying again, this time flipping over in the air. He landed, denting the concrete during his first impact, before going skidding again. The King of Swords bounced once more before coming to a stop.
Doni shook his head, that had been unexpected. But pointless. Doni was still unharmed due to [Man of Stee]. And he still had his sword, something he had not let go of even as he went airborne. Jace was even worse off now, with a debilitating wound in his formerly good shoulder.
Why had he done that?
The answer came to Doni when Jace smashed down the pillar nearest to him with a frontal kick. The whole roof groaned. It was then Doni realized exactly what Jace had been doing this whole time. Doni's mouth went into an O-shape as he rose to his feet.
Jace waved a sarcastic salute. "See ya, King of Swords!" Jace yelled across the divide.
Then the whole roof came down.
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Authority Highlight
Doni Salvatore
[Rippling Silver Arm]: Authority Usurped from Heretic God Nuada. Grants Doni a silver arm capable of transforming any object with the capacity to cut into an invincible blade, cutting anything in its path. ?
[Man of Steel]: Authority Usurped from Heretic God Siegfried. The Authority simply grants Doni a nigh invincible body of Steel. Normal physical based attacks will not affect him. Divine based attacks will be weakened unless a sufficient amount of power or natural counter is inherent in the attack. Raises his mass in proportion to his defense/durability increase. An increase in mass will not slow him down. Does not increase his strength, the Authority simply bends reality to allow Doni to move unhindered by his increased weight. ?
Jace Armell
[Camel]: Authority Usurped from Heretic God Verethragna. The Authority grants a myriad of abilities. Leg strength is enhanced drastically, along with stamina, allowing the user to fight repetitively without tiring. Shockwaves can be produced from a kick, bolstering the offensive abilities of attacks or movement speed. A regeneration factor is imparted, ability to regenerate depends on familiarity with the Authority and concentration on healing. Additionally, the Authority grants such beastly instincts, that Jace gains temporary pre-cognition. So, long as Jace is in battle he can see into the near future of events that will happen in the battle. ?
Language Highlight
Italian
Re: King
Sí: Yes