Ming vs. Rev - It's been coming

[Ming]

"Damn, I can't block both," Ming thinks to himself. "If I dodge the mace, I'll get hit by him."

Just then, Ming has an idea. He closes his eyes and concentrates. Just as Ruler is about to collide with his head, everything goes dark, and Ming turns into a shadow. He feels Ruler pass through him like a rush of wind, then Rev pass through him like a hurricane.

[Reverend]

"Bastard!" Airius reaches out and grabs Ruler, slowing the Maces speed on it's collision course with the arena wall. Digging his heels in, Airius's heels drag furrows into the sand and clay, coming to a stop surrounded by darkness.

"Where, where will the attack come from?"

[Ming]

Suddenly, as Rev is thinking to himself, he feels a sharp pain in his lower back, where Ming's elbow has been firmly planted. Ming reaches behind himself with his other arm, and grabs hold of Rev's robes. Summoning up all his strength, Ming hurls Airius over his shoulder with a mightly throw. Just as he releases Airius, Ming's darkness spell wears off, and light floods into the Arena once more.

"You should have known it was coming from behind..."

[Reverend]

Airius tucks and rolls to absorb the fall to the ground, comes to one knee and stares at Ming. "Two can play this game you know." Airius brings Ruler up in front of him, enticing the white glow of Order power into his weapon, spilling bright light onto the arena floor. When Airius felt ready, he brought Ruler up and sent it crashing down to the arena floor, and channeling the sand with Ruler's stored up energy. The sand billowed up and swirled into the air, engulfing Ming and Airius in the cloud.

[Ming]

Blinded by the sand, Ming crounches down and assumes a defensive position.

[Reverend]

From out of the sand, a foot lashes out at Ming's back, and Ruler drops from up top him.

[Ming]

The foot catches Ming toward the shoulder, and sends him spinning to the ground. Just as he realizes what happened, he notices the large mace heading towards him. However he is too late, and Ruler collides with his chest with a loud thud.

Ming feels his breath leaving him under the impact of the heavy club. Summoning up as much strength he can muster after the mighty blow, and fighting with loss of breath, Ming quickly rolls into the cover of sand, and out of Airius' sight.

[Reverend]

The sand cloud fades to reveal Airius standing there, Ruler raised for attack. HE points it at Ming, pouring ounces of Chaos power into his weapon, and lets loose several Chaos bolts at his opponent

[Ming]

Still gasping for breath, Ming summons up his strength and stand up, facing Airius. He outstretches his arm, and catches the Rev's dark energy bolts. He forms all of them into a giant dark energy ball, and holds it on his outstretched arm. The ball begins to shrivel up slightly, as Ming absorbs the dark energy and regains his health.

"I'm pure Chaos energy, forged from the Underworld itself. Did you really think your attack was going to do anything to me?"

With that, Ming takes what is left of the now glowing purple ball, and hurls it at Airius with all of his strength.

[Reverend]

"Oh Sh-" Airius runs out of time to form and Order wall, and the dark chaos power washes over him, flaying skin, melting armor, and burning cloth. As the dark chaos power melts away, Airius rests on one knee, still clutching Ruler in his burnt hand. A smokey and harsh laugh escapes his lips. "Heh, just as I thought, no one who commands such Chaos powers could ever be a servant of Mod." Slowly, painfully Airius forces himself to stand. "I judge you unworthy Ming, and now I shall put an end to your existence."

Airius closes the lids of his eyes, and begins to chant in an otherworldy tongue. It starts slowly, but as his prayer builds, Ming can see Chaos swirling around his opponent, gluing itself to Rev's body. Now solidified in Crimson light, the form around him takes shape of armor, with obsidian plates covering his body, a blood red cape seems to grow from his shoulders, and appearing in the hand opposite from Ruler, the large flaming battle axe of Surbifeh, Avatar of Chaos. Rev/Feh's eyse fly open, a clouded pale yellow with nothing but malicious intent. Ah, it feels good to be free again. I have not had much chance at combat for some time now." Rev/Feh draws into a stance, Ruler and Anarchy crossed in front and each giving off a crimson light that bathes the arena. "Poor soul collector. To think that you can stand against one of the five Avatars, and in this specimen of a body no less. I sure hope that Mod has made you one of his servants' for your sake."

Rev/Feh rears back and lets loose Anarchy and Ruler, both weapons spinning through the air on a collision course with Ming.