When Titans Rage

[NAME - Hildelith Fearghal - Warrior One, Of Fire and Brimstone

TITLES - One of the Speakers, Ender of the Beginning. Unsullied, Lies Bane.

FEAT - Creation's Witness, Motivated, Arcana Matriarch

RACE - Nothing >>

BEING - Creator 79

LEVEL - 4

HEALTH - 82/82(1640/1640)]

[STATS - TIER 1]

STR - 665+ (50).[>] AGI - 930 + (30).[>]

END - 850] Mind - 832(505.4)+ (20)[>]

WILL - 790(481) + (20)[>]

HIDDEN STAT

Perc - 50

Def - 20

Soul - 10

UNALLOCATED STAT POINTS: 00

SHARDS

1000(Minor)

124(Lesser)

53(Small)

1(High)

1(Higher)

0(Greater)

[CORE] - [SUBDIVINITY]

One-Spark

Cosmic Energy - (MODE - CELESTIAL) - (ASPECTS - Cosmic Imbue - Cosmic Construct)

[SKILL]

Eyes of the Unseen (INNATE)++

Meddler of Fate(INNATE)+

Soul Dao (PASSIVE)

Swordsmanship Lv9 +

Archery Lv8 +

Evade Lv 24+

Dagger Lv10+

Aura Lv15+

Daemon Fist Lv3+

Golem Armor(ACTIVE) Lv5+

Kill Slot(PASSIVE) Lv5+

Silver Reflection (ACTIVE) Time Reflection (ACTIVE)

Aum (PASSIVE)

(Prosthetic - Arm of Culdre)

[INSIGHTS]

Divine Purity - (+ 75%)+(+25%)+(27%sp)

Earthen Grace - (+ 21%) + (+ 6% sp)

Earthen Forge - (+22%)(+ 8% sp)

DOME RUNE - Embers of the Flame (+10%) - (Divine [Gold]fire +15% +15%) (Ira [Red] fire +10%) (Pious [Blue] fire +5%) (Pernicious[Green] fire +25%) (Chaos[Purple] fire +5%) (Baleful[Black] fire +5%) (Lacuna[Violet] fire +5%) (∆•¶°• fire +5%) (Frost fire +10%) (Order [White] fire +12%]

Titan's Step

DOME RUNE - Source Eternal (+10%)- (Mellifleunce +10% +5%0) (Eternal Frost +5%) ( Unbound Mists +5%)

Shockwaves blasted stone, sand, and wind away from the epicenter of the strikes. Neither side cared to remain attentive to the energy unleashed. A fist struck out with power parting and cutting through winds.

The powerful strike was negated as a slap struck the fist out of its path and to the right. The gauntlet's right arm struck out with a fist to hit the attacker's abdomen. With a twirl, she moved out of the way, dropped in a crouch, and swept her feet out aiming to take the knight's feet off the ground. Wind rippled and the female quickly rolled backward, fortunate enough to escape the fist that buried into the ground where her head had been.

The knight nodded very slowly drawing a smirk from the goddess at what she saw as a compliment before throwing herself forward once more. Left jab, right jab, spartan kick. Duck, duck, dodge. Elbow slam from the knight.

Faora retrieved her leg sharply before it could receive the harsh strike. Before she could get herself balanced her abdomen tore with pain and she felt herself fly back. The boom of the wind from the punch echoed even as she struck the ground several feets away.

Her delighted smile remained unwavering as she pulled herself from the crumpled ground. Eyes moved to the other duo who were locked in fierce combat. Even with a glance, it was evident the knight's copy was toying with Cain. Was it the same for hers? She tilted her head in curiosity. The being had somehow negated her chaos energy without a flinch just as it had held a blade of order with its gauntlets.

"It had to be the gauntlets." she smiled at the thought. 'Round two'.

Unlike before the goddess covered herself entirely in the energy, wind buffeted around her and a purple symbol flowed on her chest. A reverse diamond with a shattered center.

The first attack unlike expected was not chaos or fist. A compressed blade of air diced through everything to get to the knight. Faora watched with interest as the blade made contact. Her darkness-covered retinas never bothered to watch the clone punch out with its fist.

Her energy shot free from her body like an untrained blacklight tearing through time and space aimed straight for the knight. Just not the copy.

Blue eyes narrowed as the energy tore for it. Fingers spasmed for a brief moment before the knight paused. In the brilliance of her very power Faora missed the subtle head tilt of the knight to the black sky above before a snap of its finger dissolved the clones into specks of light.

*

From the moment she entered her celestial mode to the moment in which she stood watching chaos shoot for her like a bullet, Hilde had been very passive.

The journey through Mistrelon had helped to cull her boiling anger. Enough for her to plan her actions well. The beings in the vision she had seen were Creators , that much had been clear. Her first meeting was now underway with them and she was not going to have her rage spoil her plans.

First was the matter of her hiding what Hildelith could do, so out came the Malwis, next was the thought of how she could fare against other creators whom she was certain should not have reached Tier 1 like her. So she sorted through her skills and insights and found one she sought.

It wasn't a skill but an imitation. One rune of the many runes she had made to nullify the cooldown of her Silver reflection. And she weaved it. Just in time too to arrive at the scene of her Undead king almost getting ended. Her clone slipped into existence, forged from her runic intent for a physical reflection. It at least had a mind of its own, obedient to only the original's will. Hovering up in the darkness of the sky above she watched her failed product descend. Failed as she realized the clone while having many things lacked her trumps. Lacked her divinity. Most importantly it lacked her insights.

"At least it holds my skills".

[Runic Intent - Physical Reflection]

[You have copied yourself by use of Runes]

[+5% to Runic proficiency]

[+3% to Runic understanding]

[+2% to all illusion related runes]

[Your Clone of Physical Reflection while crude and incapable of also copying your divinity and insights can have access to only five skills initiated with Runic Intent]

[Select Skills]

[Selected Skills will be made permanent unless changed]

[...]

I didn't have to wait a moment as I chose.

[Runic Intent - Daemon Fist]

[Runic Intent - Swordsmanship]

[Runic Intent - Silver Reflection]

[Runic Intent - Evade]

[Runic Intent - Fire of Order]

The last had simply been due to not having any more skills I wished the clone to use and the realization that it might need it to contend against both the male and female.

I watched her descend fast while she accessed the fight below, or should I say the beating going on with my enhanced vision. The moment Hilde

Things went well for a good moment. Her clone showed her how weak her fellow creators were. Until the male used a powerful beam of order. That was the first red flag. Then the second came. The untrained beam of chaos. Her Clone did well. She did.

But the runic intent of order couldn't do well against true insight. It was only best to end the runic intent of reflection.

*

The Knight was gone, vaporized as all those who dared face chaos were. Faora's maddened grin turned to one of disappointment before erasing and becoming her blank expression.

"That was interesting" Faora looked up with her face a mark of stillness watching as a golden light descended slowly to the ground.

The light dimmed just enough for her to see the figure within its light. Black armor that absorbed the light and caused a confusing effect around the knight.

"You." Faora looked to the spot where the last knight had been erased and a feeling rose in her. "That was a fake?" It came out as more of a statement than a question. The knight simply tilted its head low then the light was gone.

In one hand Faora watched as energy flowed out into a straight line, growing thicker and thicker until she understood what it was.

"Spear" she barely got the word out before the knight's arm blurred. The spear didn't whistle or fling itself. It just vanished and reappeared inside Cain. Faora and Cain barely reacted when he vanished yet again.

Faora turned to the Knight who had not looked away from her.

"I dislike distractions when I want to learn something. Teach me how to use chaos...' the knight paused as its feet finally touched the ground. Faora noticed the ground crack and melt beneath the knight's foot. Her expression warped for just a second in disbelief before dispersing.

Faora knew quite a bit about Cain's capabilities with the element of light. It was hot, very hot for an element. But it could and had never been able to affect the surroundings as the knight's was doing.

'And she wants to learn...what exactly?'

Instinctively she took a step back, then halted as a familiar feeling rushed over her. The desire to be better, to fight powerful opponents and win. Faora ignored whatever instinctual fear or dread she had.

Taking steps forward she smiled like a mad goddess and then attacked.

The knight while rakem aback didn't show it, simply shaking the helmeted head.

"Very well" the voice sounded final. Faora's eyes widened as the knight vanished. The boom of air shattering apart echoed only a second later. Faora barely reacted as a palm struck her from behind sending her flying forward. Dread filled her as her ears caught the words leaving the knights helm.

"Do survive. I wouldn't want to kill the first creator I find with knowledge I now desire".

It didn't matter what she thought she heard or didn't hear. What mattered was the one sided beat down she was getting. Faora realized instantly that unlike the clones of the clones and the clone itself, the knight used nothing. No will, no intent, nothing but fists.

As a palm descended for her illuminated by a golden hue Faora could only gasp at just how insurmountable the Knight truly was.