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Fudou the Mountain	He'd actually been spending some time doing this - searching for an ideal sparring ground that is. Somewhere where..any displays of essence won't necessarily alarm the citizens of Great Forks or anyone happening to wander by. He hasn't had much luck. A few sites here and there were of interest. He'd even had some comrades, allies and so forth, offer advice..but in the end the best he could do was an old ancient fallen fortress and the field around it. Likely once home to bandits or what have you, long ago chased off and rooted out of the area. It does provide something of a backdrop with vallen trees and toppled towers and crumbling walls. Boulders and the like scattered here and there. Beyond that..not especially auspicious no. Yet here he is, waiting and lounging casually atop a particularly large boulder which still doesn't do much to accomodate his tree trunk dwarfing limbs or fortress of a torso as lounges like some sort of roided out yeddim too lazy to move from its spot. He's also in his hybrid-warform. A form never seen in Great Forks for it's monstrous size and proportions make his usual appearence look svelte by comparision. A physique and immensity that Isidoros might find impressive or offensive depending on his mood. He still looks like 'himself' just.. a whole lot more of him. Oxen esque with huge jutting horns..and a temple pillar of a grand goremaul leaned up against a wall nearby.
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	Mantra has been waiting less than patiently for this encounter, and so when Fudou sends word of where to meet him, she wastes no time- racing through the countryside effortlessly- faster by far than any cross country run ought to be, it brings her to the meeting place in short order. The giant woman doesn't have to look around for long before she sees Fudou. She bellows out to him, her sonorous voice carrying, "Mountain!" she bellows in greeting, her pace slowing to a swagger as she draws nearer. "If I had known it would take you this long, I would have offered to find a place myself."
Fudou the Mountain	"Stuff's been happening!" declares Fudou, his basso rumble deeper then before but no less cheerful and gregarious as his building sized body leans up and then stands up with the creaking lumbering movement usually seen on the largest of ships making their way up and down the Yellow River. He practically landslides from one step into another. The ground shaking and quaking as he presses ahead and then reaches forward to grasp and then lean casually onto the vast grand goremaul besides him. One boulder of a fist balls up and rests against his waist as he grins broadly. "Are you -so- eager? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised..not with that power running through your body. So..I'm to test you. Let us be frank. I want to know if that hell power of yours belongs in hell or is safe in Creation." He inclines his head slightly, "..So what ar the rules going to be?"
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	Brazen cracks a smirk, pointed chimp-like teeth on full display. "I have seen how you busy yourself, with wine and women." she says then- it's not accusatory, a gentle ribbing. "We could have had our battle in a grand arena, bloodthirsty throngs cheering every blow." she says and then looks about once more. "But this will do, for now." she decides. She rolls one shoulder and then the other, "We were interrupted." she tells him then. "And I am not a patient woman by nature." she adds. Offering a chuckle, "It is here, regardless." she offers in retort. When it comes to rules she pauses, tilting her head a bit as though the question confuses her. "I suppose we fight until one of us can no longer continue fighting, or yields."
Fudou the Mountain	"Mm.." rumbles Fudou, "My apologies! It was less an interruption and more not wanting to send the people of Great Forks into a panic and to give the Three reason to want to pacify The Immaculate Order or run us out. Like it or not..you and I exist in a fragile web hanging over a cauldron of lava as long as we persist in being in Great Forks. I was doing you a favor by stopping the fight. Plus--" He lifts an arm up, flexing it to let a bicep that casts the area around him in shadow as it inflates upwards, "I couldn't let you see the 'real me' in there. I was fighting you with one hand tied behind my back." He then relaxes and rolls his own monstrous shoulders now. "Very well! Until oen of us yields. It's just..I heal quickly. Faster then you. So ..I was trying to offer options but I see the only option is violence!" He grips hold of the grand goremaul, lifting it up with the earth cratering under its movements and then again as he brings its weight down upon his huge shoulders. He slumps over leaning into a combat stance and letting one arm hang loosely forward infront of him, fingrs curling and uncurling as if debating on punching or swinging. "So..let us begin!"
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	"Hmph. You're right, of course. But it doesn't mean I have to like it." She tells Fudou then and watches as he grabs the weapon. Her own fist clenches and unclenches, and she cracks a smirk. "So was I." she tells him then as a bright old-realm rune burns green on the back of her hand. Cracks spread through her skin which blackens to polished basalt, leaking that same eerie green radiance. "Violence often is." She says, her grin growing wider as he muscles swell- her heels dig into the earth as she stares down the mountain. "I was beginning to think you'd never ask."
Fudou the Mountain	A loud *THOOOM* resounds as Fudou sets his Grand Goremaul down, leaning on it upright again almost as if he's leaving his combat stance. His deep voice rumbles with a jovial complaint: "Hey now.,. We can't -both- have been holding back. That's not fair! That makes my boasting less intimidating sounding!" But if his sudden relaxation was a ruse, or this is simply how he behaves... no sooner has he finished speaking is he upon her. The earth lurches and erupts violently in a blast wave of force as he launches himself at her. A tidal wave of muscle and sinew bearing down upon her own frame, gigantic though it is. His grand goremaul has been left behind, the behemoth first opting to test her with his own brand of unarmed combat. Much less immediately overt compared to her Titan's fist is the sheen of moonsilver that ripples across his fists and up and down the bridge cable sized masses of sinew on his arms. His punch swings around.. hurtling at her like a fired off cannon ball as he tries to slam it into her torso and cross her up in the process with movement far to fast for a brute of his size.
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	The blow lands true- the Lunar's supernatural speed too much for Mantra, and the blow strikes hard sending her flying back. She tumbles through the earth for several yards before catching herself and looking up. She wipes her mouth, still grinning, and then launches back towards Fudou, with such tremendous force it kicks up a cloud of dust and debris from where she started, stripping the topsoil with the shock of her movement. She hurtles towards Fudou, the old realm symbol on her fist flaring as she attempts to drive a blow into the mountain's own gut in retalliation, a real slug-for-slug strike.
Fudou the Mountain	He wasn't going to just -let- her hit him. Well..he was tempted to..but something on the inside warned against it. This was something from hell after all. So an attempt was made to move to the side but ther'es just to much of him and she's just too fast. Even with his own supernatural speed her blow lands home just off from the center of the behemoths vast belly. The impact sends visible ripples through the armored flesh, billowing up through the belly violently and sending a resounding *KATHOOOM* through the area. Yet Fudou barely slides backwards. HIs heels dig in as hisbody absorbs the bulk of that blow and he remains upright..grinning. He felt what that -could- have been after all.. But he is also not without outstanding feats as he grins down at her, fist planted firmly in his muscled belly. "Well, well! Very good! I see I must have care with you after all!" He swings again. This time his massive fist hurtling around like an unleashed trebuchet. The muscles of his arms swell even larger as he leans forward into the upper cut. The earth groans from the impending shockwave as much from the monstrous lunars great weight.
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	THe blow strikes true and Mantra once more is sent flying by the behemoth's attack. She sails through the air for several yards before crashing into the ground and tumbling, kicking up more dust and debris as the force of the blow sends her flying like a ragdoll. She crashes into one of the ruined battlements of the fort they were fighting nearby, and the entire structure begins to collapse around her. From within the cloud of dust and debris from the collapsing building, a roar bellows forth and a green glow flashes- piercing through the clouds of dust. A circle, struck through with eight crossed blades. As the dust finally begins to settle, Mantra is still standing there- despite all the odds, her caste mark burning on her brow. But she does not move. Her eyes are rolled back, the whites showing, blood running from a wound on her head and soaking her face. But even rendered unconscious by the force of the blow, she remains standing, fists clenched, her expression locked in one of unbridled fury.
Fudou the Mountain	The earth violently sunders and shakes as Fudou begins his juggernaut like approach through the rolling dust cloud, clearly intent on pressing the attack and the advantage gained. This is almost a reverse of the brief match in the arena wherein he gained an upper hand early but she quickly bounced back and put him on the defense. Much can be gleaned from such an observation. That is until he sees her, frozen like that. Clearly no longer awake and yet somehow sanding there, defiant with the glory of her power. "Huh.." he rumbles, confused and uncertain now on if this is a trick..yet it seems unlike her character so no probably not. "Well then.. defeated but unbowed? Appropriate.." he rumbles before simply sitting down cross legged a short distance away to await her regaining awareness.
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	It takes a while for her to come around- by which time her head wound has stopped bleeding, but the scar will take a while to close up fully. When she does wake, it is with a roar. Her eyes snap back to focus and her head swivels left and right looking for threats before she remembers where she is, and allows herself to drop down to sitting, fingers coming up to probe at the gash on her scalp. Finding the skull basically intact, she turns her attention to Fudou nearby. "Guess the name is deserved." she grudgingly admits, gripping her left arm just above the elbow with her right hand, and giving it a yank- there's an audible pop as her shoulder joint pops back into place, but she doesn't even flinch. "So I said I'd answer your questions after a fight, if I remember right. So ask away." she tells him, face full of thunder at her prompt defeat.
Fudou the Mountain	The Mountain allows a grin now, "Have you faced other Chosen before? A Lunar? We have reason to boast as well, you know. Yes..I earned my name in more then just size alone. But I'm not done yet. The Black Boar that TWists the Skies might have yet more to show me if I can find out how to make it so.." Fudou inclines his head one way, "..You are not evil. I see that for certain now but..let's drink and eat first and calm our battle lust. Then we can talk 'business'.." He inclines his head the other way in thought, as if listening to something unheard by Brazen and then adds, "..And perhaps discuss arranging a rematch in an arena more to your liking?"
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	"Not one of the Incarnae's." Mantra admits then, rocking her jaw back and forth as she tests it for breaks. "A few dragons." she adds then as she rolls the recently relocated shoulder a few times. She barks a laugh at the suggestion that she is evil. "There's no such thing." she states flatly. "There is... ideology, and there is power. Ideologies clash, some have the power to see theirs through, some do not." She reaches around to her back and pulls out a skin of wine which she pours back half of in a few gulps, and then tosses over. "Isidoros does as Isidoros will. You can pray and beg, and perhaps you will amuse him, but you can no more demand from him than you can demand the Imperial Mountain fall. But, if you wish, I could take you to beseech him for a boon."
Fudou the Mountain	"I've no interest in begging or praying to any of the demon lords for anything. If he'd grant a boon then so be it, if not.. I am Chosen of Luna. I am a mountain but I'm also quicksilver and mercurial. Perhaps what he will not give I can slip away with." Fudous grin is big. His words contrasting his immensity and physical appearence but such are lunars. He accepts the offering of drink and downs a portion of it before flickering it back at the giantess, "I accept! Let that be the result of your loss today. You beat me when we spar again and I will give you a favor of your choosing in return. Fair enough?" He then pauses once more and finally adds, "You say there is no good and no evil and perhaps you're right.. But there is much going on and your hell powers drew attention. There is a portal to Malfeas hidden in the city and untapped demonic power lurking. Cults we've dealt with. You may say there is no evil but if it threatens Creation or those I care about then 'evil' it will be and dealt with as such.."
Imperfect Brazen Mantra	Brazen catches the wineskin when its tossed back, stops it, and stows it. She shakes her head and laughs at Fudou's pride. "Or perhaps He will pay you no more heed than a fly buzzing at his flanks." she offers, with a half shrug. "It was Isidoros that pushed Luna at his whim, in ages past." she adds. She nods, "If you wish. I can show you the way, make introductions. But you will need to use your own strengths to acheive what you wish." She breaks into a belly laugh at Fudou's last bit, and shakes her head again, "So you decide what is good, and what is evil?" she asks. "Why is it that you can do that? Is it afforded you by some working of the universe? No. It is by your strength alone. Strength to see your Ideology through." she insists.
Fudou the Mountain	Her last words bite and ring true to him moreso then he will admit but it's clear in his face, all to expressive now given his size, that he's some resonance there. He grunts.. And then deflects, "..You speak true of Isidoros. And yes he moved the moon and the stars - but then the Incarnae made us Exalted and now Isidoros is imprisoned in Malfeas." He finger wags a little there and then adds quickly, "Listen, I do not attempt to speak of abilities beyond my means simply that a gnat may make off with a stand of hair if it's strong enough and do so unnoticed if need be. That's my point. If he will not heed me there may be other ways to get what I'm after." He spreads his arms, "But first..how to get there and see what may be done and even gleaned and yes if you will show the way then let us do it.. As to the riddle of strength and right vs wrong? I do not dispute that..."