Atop a great golden spire two men stared each other down
"remeber what you said to me before Scumbag..? the fuel you gave me? now im burning on full, I've lied, cheated and taken advantage of many to get where i am now and once you are dead everything shall be completed..."a large muscular man said as he stared his father down, his eyes burning his glare into his fathers retinas.
10 years earlier...
"Son simply put you are too weak and lack all of the qualities we require..."said the rather large man, drenched, drowning in gold and gemstones.
"but you cant! Father this is my birth right you can't simply toss me aside like some piece of meaningless trash as much as i currently loathe to admit it your blood flows through my veins and I.. I love you father you cant just do this to me!" Tears were streaming down the young boys face painting him in this truly pitiful and pathetic light, especially under the intense sunlight of his father.
The gulp that followed this declaration echoed throughout the room, his fathers eyes steeled themselves bearing down upon him like some wolf stalking a rabbit.
"looking at you now boy... I cant help- but feel justified in what I'm about to do, you! a noble presenting your self in such an impoverish and desperate state does not a good argument make, i can't help but blame these strict inheritance laws without them you would at least be good as a bargaining chip while your younger sibling can become head of the family, further more your nature is simply too soft and as a consequence your Mach is too weak..." he stated simply and justly he was just too pathetic.
"that's what this is about father... Fine then exile me, send me to the so called island of Ausfalle but be warned, i will return and when I do ill force this entire country to its knees and make you all treat me like a person, fairly, justly and if we ever meet again father it'll be me versus you 1 on 1 a fair fight and i will win" the young boys face suddenly morphed into a hardened battle stare, eye brows furrowing as he made his declaration, teeth bared for his father to see as he, weapons on full display, as only he would be the target for his vengeance. A light glow began to emit from the boys body.
Children in our modern world are influenced by everything that is around them from their parents, friends, relatives and more. What if through this socialisation children could be given powers beyond our wildest dreams? That through their own development they could become something greater then anything that has ever been seen before? Revolutionising industry, politics and changing the economy in drastic ways.
Well if you wish to see how such world is fairing and has fared please continue...
The kingdom of Chyros Deisos is a kingdom built upon the utilisation and acceptance of these powers in their society.
"Come on Cu! they're duelling again!" whined a young child by the name of Vlad Isotitia; blessed with locks that shine like gold, eyes of the deepest blue, and a rather firm grip being used to pull along his unwilling compatriot Cu Cullen.
"they duel practically every other week Vlad, its nothing new besides you only wanna watch in hopes your big bro will finally win, but he ain't got nothing on Karya!" Cu said with a smirk plastered on his face.
Cu Cullen was a rather average looking boy his hair a deep shade of blue being one of his two outlandish features, the other being his scarlet eyes.
"If only Karya wasn't such a wuss, then Bro would absolutely thrash him!" he proclaimed with a pout being present upon his face.
"i don't think finessing your opponent, by accurately guessing his strikes is being a wuss maybe if Borst wasn't so thick-headed he cou-" before he could finish Vlad forced him through the undulating crowd to get us the best seat to the upcoming duel.
This isn't such a kingdom, this is the isle of Ausfalle to the Chyrosions, however to us it was simply. Home. A collection of rowdy children gather among the islanders, eyes wide in childlike wonder and amazement as currently two warriors were currently in the process of a duel.
They clashed. One rather dark skinned man named Karya Thread, he was a rather lean fellow, muscle still clearly visible, he had really no discernible traits to speak of except for his eyes. They narrowed like slits. His retinas never leaving his opponents form. He wielded a sword of around 2 feet in length, its rather wide but thin blade, curved at an angle that while he was swinging it, gave him some sort of fae-like grace as he sliced the very air with his graceful movements. His black hair flowed as he performed such precise and graceful strikes.
He was outfitted in barely anything, wearing only a pair of stiffly woven undergarments, created by one of the many weavers that live throughout the island. Specifically the craftsman Otto blade who handled the construction of weapons. he also oversaw the duelling procedure along with many other of the island elders and head of departments.
His opponent, a man of a fairer skin tone named Borst , with a rather bulky body with noticeable cuts along his form that were seemingly closing by themselves, except for the deep and rather terrible lashes upon his back. he mimicked his opponents attire and wielded 2 pairs of heavy gauntlets that reached just up to his elbow ending on a spike. His movements lacked the grace and finesse of his opponent but he more than made up for it with his far greater stature, endurance and noticeable power. His hair rather than flowing, was tied up into a rather tight pony tail. Being a minty green in colour, green stubble dotted around his face giving him a sort of gritty and mature look.
As they continued the clash iron against iron, a stone chalice was slowly being filled with both fighter payed rapt attention too as the fight continued.
Borst opened up with rather wide swing, which Karya immediately followed up on circling around his staggering form as he prepared to strike.
In retaliation Borst leaned into his punch which pulled his body forward out of Karya's reach, which lead into another intense round of them strafing around each other trying to create openings in each others guards as the chalice finally began to over flow.
"great warriors! You may now use your Machs!" declared a rather old chap; his hair greying with age, wrinkles extremely prevalent, but despite his apparent age his stature held an amount of power, pride, with every breath he took and every step he made respect was generated.
Borst's face suddenly split into a massive grin
"prepare yourself Karya! Today is the day where i kick. Your. Ass! Regenerator on!" Borst's body was enveloped by a green mystical aura.
This was Borst's Mach a power born from Borst's own mental strife and suffering, Regenerator!
This immediately caught the attention of Borst's father figure the craftsman Otto Blade, a rather large man built with muscle upon every inch of his body. His face framed with pearly white locks that started as sideburns trailing up his face ending upon his hair that was combed over neatly giving him a sort of prim and proper look which contrasts his true rowdy and battle hungry nature.
"Young Borst has certainly come a long way hasn't he?" Otto questioned with immense pride lacing every word of the question, after all his adopted son had come so far.
"Certainly after everything he went through I'm glad he came out stronger than ever before" the village chief replied sincerely.
"But he certainly isn't the only talented fighter in the ring" a black woman said as she approached the table along with the rest of the village. Her hips having a sort of hypnotic rhythm as she waltzed closer. Extremely dark brown hair framed her face, which accentuated the rather fierce and serious looks she was giving the battle as she watched with absolute deference.
She wore a prominent theme of purple on her robes taking her seat next to Otto as she was the head of the clothing division, Malty Thread. She was around 37 years old 3 years younger than Otto.
"He is my son after all! " Malty declared with pride thicker than Otto's lacing every syllable, with a rather obnoxious but beautiful smile.
"Young Karya has always disliked the idea of fighting, he really just wanted to learn from you Malty" Otto proclaimed in a serious tone.
"why do you force his hand?" He followed up with.
"Well..... How else is he supposed to sell himself to all the young women lying in wait! Its for his benefit I assure you!" she said while swooning over her sons romantic future causing all other members of the high council to face palm.
"your a piece of work you, Malty... But there's no time now this is where it gets interesting" Otto silenced all the banter, as they all focused their complete attention on the duel.
"Borst you know i hate doing this but, Predators Glare!" he yelled, his eyes widening and pupils narrowing until it seemed as if Borst as staring down a dragon itself, which only caused him to grow an endearing smirk as he shook in an excitable manner.
"Lets go!" Borst yelled as he suddenly disappeared from view, Borst's Mach ability "regenerator" forces his body to heal at an unprecedented rate which allows his body to release the limiters the brain places on his strength bringing his body into peak performance possible for a human for a limited amount of time and due to his a ability, he can channel most of his spirit into his Mach Ability rather than the standard shield most Mach users generate to protect themselves as he could just regenerate!
However when he does this it puts a massive strain on his spirit, so this form can only last for a short amount of time.
This forms name is Berserker Booze a name invented by the many spectators who noticed how Borst seems to get drunk on the power.
Karya's eyes immediately began to lock onto Borst's position. Karya's Mach ability "predators glare". Allows him to focus intently on one thing during a fight, this ability allows his to predict the behaviour of the prey he is hunting. This nicely compliments the speeds he can move at and his already impressive reaction time has practically been cut into quarters. He must still generate his aura around him as protection however as Berserker Booze was most certainly deadly, when he's in this form he stands as one of the physically strongest villagers but he's also unfortunately one of the most idiotic and simple.
Borst reappeared in front of Karya swinging wildly, at such speeds that Karya's "Predators Glare" was working overtime he opened up with hay maker after hay maker but due to the speed he was swinging his fists Karya's couldn't find a good opportunity to launch a counter attack.
This pattern slowly pushed Karya to the edge of the arena 'I have to act fast now or he's certainly going to push me out!'...