Victym Vs Taxim

[Zerrer]

The second the bracelet came into view, the new Victym roared.

"UNNATURAL! MONSTEROUS!" He called in a raspy voice that was half growl. "I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

His spittle flew everywhere, leaving behind a bit of acid-venom* behind when he charged once again, swiping his clawed hand at Taxim, not caring where it landed.

((*A small side affect of Vic's Evil transformation gives his venom the ability to eat through non organic materials. Also, he leaks the venom from his claws, both from his hands and feet. That is the reason for the black smoke, which is nothing more then a visual side-effect.))

[Taxim]

~The arrogance of this dog...~ Light sighed as Taxim pressed the mask upon his face as fast as he could. It was settled in place with just enough time to raise the shield though not in a very effective fashion. The knock caused a sharp pain through Taxim's arm, he had twisted his wrist in the guard. Using the shield would be painful from now on and would take longer to raise and position.

The mask he had selected was known as White. It seemed to be made of brilliant white and silver metal and was as thin as a piece of paper. It fitted perfectly over the Light mask. The child winced slightly, feeling both masks mould into one another in an experience that he had not felt before. It was... painful. He cried out, an exclamation of pain as he felt instead of the large white wings sprouting, something heavy seemed to envelope his body in an armour-like fashion. The masks had combined their influences over Taxim's body and made something that looked like an English version of an old Spartan spear man. The armour was thick white leather, strapped to his upper and lower body. The shield had changed also, it had grown smaller and more pointed along the bottom. A large chunk had disappeared from the upper right point of the shield for some reason.

Slowly, in Taxim's right hand near the bracelet, white wood began to grow and slowly pool into a long staff-like weapon. One end had a large, broad-rimmed spade-like shard of metal moulded into the wood while the lower half was of the same material, but of a large half-moon pointing outwards away from the staff. It was what some people might call, a Shaolin/Monk's Spade.

Taxim himself looked different. He didn't appeared to have changed physically, but there was always the mental impression that the child was there no longer. The masks had taken over. Now when the child spoke, it was the masks mixing their voices together in a very, very strange method of speech. It was as if two people were saying the exact same thing at the exact same time, even though their voices were completely different.
"Now dear wolf!" The child demanded, the strange voices sounding both happy yet angry at the same time. "Come, try us one more time."

[Zerrer]

"Gladly." The monstrous titan said. At that, he used his claws to gouge one of the safety bars out from the side of the bridge. With a clever spin, he sharpened one edge into a deadly spear. He launched the over-sized spear directly towards the masks that the child was wearing.

[Taxim]

"Hmph." Taxim grunted before raising the shield a few inches upwards. He succeeded in blocking the spear, though he had misjudged the impact at which the wolf could throw. While Taxim held the shield lightly, it didn't stop the impact from jarring the rim of the shield into his face. Which hurt. A lot. Metal met metal and rammed the steel mould of the mask onto Taxim's face, causing him to pip slightly in pain with a "Hgn!" While he couldn't feel anything broken, his nose was most definitely bleeding, he could feel wetness on his upper lip.

"You... you you you..." Taxim stammered, both his and the voice mingling into one tone with both sides of the mask wanting to utter some vile profanity while the child wanted simply to keep quiet. He ended the sentence with "you... arse." before closing the distance between them with three simple steps as he lifted the spear to fit into the gap of the shield, allowing him to move while keeping behind the protection of the shield. The long spear was thrust forward towards the wolf in an attempt to skewer him through the lung. The diamond tepoztopilli-like spear would move forward at a surprising rate.

[Zerrer]

Victym rolled his shoulder back, moving his whole body to the side, surprisingly, for such a small amount of effort. "Don't over-reach yourself, child," He said, reaching to take hold of the spear. "You might lose your arm."

He swung his other hand upwards, trying to uppercut.

[Taxim]

"You forget I still have the shield." Taxim grinned before panning forward, thrusting the shield towards the wolf with all the strength he had while yanking sharply back on the spear - the shield would meet the wolf's fist as he swung, hopefully breaking a few bones in the process while yanking on the spear would hopefully put him off-balance, an easy target for the shield. Would the wolf dodge? If so, Taxim would use the off-balance to tug hard, or he could use the hidden-trick... there was one in every weapon he had, would he have to use this one?

[Zerrer]

Victym was very quick, propping both legs up on the shield and hanging onto the spear with his hands. That way, any effort pushed into the shield would be used to try to rip the spear out of the pup's hand. His back popped quite badly as his body was pulled together by the spear and the shield. Boosting away, he snarled, popping his spine back into place.

[Taxim]

Taxim sighed, watching as the wolf seemed to pull back the punch before it made contact and leap onto the shield somehow. While he was sure it was completely impossible and defied most physics, the wolf appeared to have bent backwards in order to leap onto the shield, holding himself on with the spear.

Calmly, Taxim tightened his grip on the spear, annoyed that the wolf was simply stalling, and calmly walked over to the edge of the bridge. He moved the shield over the barrier and held it, using the barrier as a rest as the child grinned evilly underneath the mask. Then, he pushed both the shield and the spear over the edge. As soon as the weapons left his hands, they disappeared, giving nothing for Victym to grab or hold onto since there was nothing within his reach.