by Princeben07 on Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:42 am
(OOC: Not bad at all actually, lol, but I must inform you faithfully of this creature's abilities, alright?
(OOC Note 2:
III. Skeletal Density (Benaires only)
After constant experiments in the House of Magnus, the skeletal density of the bone structure was greatly changed. The bones are over 1, 000 times more dense than that average bone of a normal animal.
Cerulean Armor:
Darkness, hatred and rage, similar to the requirements of the summoning of Dark Terror, are the effects that help to power the armor inside of the skeleton of Benaires. It would clearly point out that the parasitic, living armor itself develops a unique characteristic, personality, and even the power as well.
While it isn't really officially known just WHERE the Ceru Armor gets its own powers, it is thought that the armor is pulling its abilities from the "host."
It can communicate in a very garbled and dis-junctioned language that only a few beings can begin to interpret.
Weapons, projectiles and even energy shots of D.T./A.T can be manipulated by the armor in some defensive standpoints.
Update on Cerulean Armor:
Caos, a parasitic entity from another dimension, is believed to be the catalyst in the creation of the Cerulean Armor. It is said that the more hatred and rage the host exhibits, the stronger in density the Ceru Armor will become. Manipulation of the Armor is entirely up to both the "Host" and the living armor itself. Some say that pieces of alternate existence betwixt Valick Frost and Caos were embedded into the armor itself, henceforth explaining the odd relation of Valick and the Ceru Armor.
Upon Ben's near-about death, Valick Frost decided to exchange bits of still-dormant Dark Terror for living embodiments of the Cerulean Armor. At this exchange, both parties exhibited changes in personality, power, speed and agility.)
This push of wind sheer was quite the stuff for the Daichon, but he was not paying much attention to the sheer size of the weapon that William had wielded so far. Ben did not seem to mind all of the trickery and skill being used up until this point, but did the arrogance count for something as well? Knowing how this could get pretty bloody in some case or another, Ben's paw would countinue to push forward until the sword itself would actually sing from the collision of the force of the paw slamming into it! Now if with such a force that Benaires was pushing his blow with and with William not moving, something would have to give, right? But Of course!! Ben's size was immense, almost intimidating to most other life forms, and to be able to handle all of that girth was simply unfathomable!!
The sword itself was to break off at some point, since Ben's PSI System was pretty much difficult to withstand. Though William would anchor himself as a tree would into the ground, even trees had learned to bend with the atrocious velocity of all kinds of winds, and if he did not learn that from even basic combat, then chances are an injury would develop somewhere from within his body, perhaps causing some kind of internal damage.
Benaires, however, would remain unscathed and simply unphased; his power and strength had proven to be worthy over 1, 000 times in his life of 45, 000-plus years, even in Chrio-stasis. He wasn't scared, nor was he arrogant in in this case; a tilt of the large head to the side would make him even more curious; what kind of power did this being really hide, and would Benny need to certainly have more fun with him in such a case that using the powers of the Shadow Of The Soul would have to come into play?
"Not bad at all little man, but did you think that increasing the size of such a futile weapon would injure me? have you even learned the way of how my race even fights? Guess I'll have to teach you then, have at you William..heheh.."
He spoke with such CONFIDENCE!! William hadn't even put a dent into that thick coat or even that condensed skeletal frame of his. The breathing however, was beginning to be a bit labored for Ben; he was using just TOOOO much power for showing off and knew that he'd have to soon catch his breath, even for his giant lung capacity. But, alas, being stubborn as a mule as one would say is usually Ben's Achilles heel.
Stepping back a bit, only breathing a bit in labor, his bio-antennae were to take on a luminescent glow of orange, indicating a re-charge for even the air he breathed.
It was now time for William to make a move; for Ben's fatigue had already begun setting in, even for a short time of introductory combat.
"Basking in The Summer Sun, I greeted the Seabirds; but then, I entered the Demon's Den."