As the two sorcerers came face to face with each other, ready to submit the other in defit. In a moments notice, like the drop of an hat, the clash of these two deamons began.
Tatsuya moved first.
"Cursed Body Paint Technique: March of the Lightning Dragon!"
His fingers wove together into a honeycomb-shaped sigil, cursed energy pulsing through the air. Five spectral drums materialized around him in a perfect circle; the divine instruments of Ō-Raijin, god of thunder.
With a flick of his wrist, Tatsuya struck the first drum.
*THOOM*
A lightning bolt tore through the sky, slamming into the ground where his opponent stood.
The man didn't even blink.
Tatsuya's eyes narrowed. He struck again, faster this time.
*THOOM* *THOOM* *THOOM*
Bolts rained down like divine judgment, the battlefield glowing white with every strike. Dust and smoke filled the air - until it cleared, revealing the other sorcerer still standing. Unscathed. Unmoved.
maintaining his stance. with his extended hand, he curled his fingers in a fashion of provoking Tatsuya, as if he was begging him to strike again.
Tatsuya listened.
He struck the drums in rapid succession. The rhythm of a storm given form.
THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
Seven strikes. Seven bolts. Each one sharper, stronger, deadlier than the last.
And yet, when the last echo faded, his opponent remained untouched.
"…I see," Tatsuya muttered, lowering his arms.
The lightning dragon above him roared once more before spiraling down, its crackling form sinking back into the tattoos etched across his back.
"so you understand it now.." the sorcerer said with a chuckle in his voice and a grimly smirk attached to his face.
"You can go intangible? Is that your Cursed technique?" Tatsuya shouts from afar.
"Well ofcourse it is dear, or do you have intangible phantoms roaming around the streets where you come from?" He said mockingly with his deep rumbly voice.
"I guess it's my turn to dance now"- he said as rushes forward towards Tatsuya.
"Ō-RYUJIN!!" Shouts Tatsuya, as he does the right side of his jacket, or what was left of it, split open now completely, revealing a blue coloured dragon tattoo wrapped around the right side of back, starting from his rear right delt, moving up his shoulder and fully covering right chest and appeared as if it was in battle with the Red dragon tattoo on his left side.
The tattoo comes to life and peels of from his body, as the tattoo starts to disappear the dragon once wrapped around his torso starts unwind showcasing it's snake like tail, weaving and slithering in the air, as the blue dragon climbed the sky as if grabbing on to the clouds itself, rain starts to pour.
Just then the opposing sorcerer rushes in with his attack, he spins his body backwards, turning it into a spinning heel kick.
The kick was so fast, it was as if it held no weight at all. Tatsuya barely had any time to react, instinctively he raised his right arm to block the incoming kick.
As the it was about to make impact, Tatsuya fully expecting for it to make contact... But it doesn't
The kick just phases through him, as it did Tatsuya did feel some mass flowing through him, like a small headache, his head ached a little, making him flinch.
The sorcerer capitalised on it, in the very next milisecond, he throws his left fist right at his liver, turns his shoulder into the strike to fully put his weight on the punch
*FTHUMP*
The Sound echoed from his body, as the strike landed, fortunately for Tatsuya, he was able to wrap his body with Ō-Rujin at the right time and was able to protect his liver from the fatal strike.
Blood splattered from his lips. His vision pulsing red, a horror clawed up his spine "if his punch made me spit out blood even when Ryujin took the blunt of the force..."
The realisation weighed on him
For the strike to do this much damage to him, even after reinforcing his defence with Ō-Ryujin, can only mean it had the force of more than a ton. A force equivalent to a ballistic shot from a military tank.
The sorcerer derailed his train of thought, and started chaining in his strikes. A right punch to his solar plexus, followed by another left straight to the same point, he mixed in his oblique kicks to his hips, the sorcerer rained on him, each strike being followed by another.
Tatsuya couldn't think about anything but defence, he couldn't parry or counter any opposing strike as some of them just phased through him, while some landed flush.
He focused on his cursed energy, reinforcing his body to aid in defence and Ō-Ryujin taking the blunt of the force.
He understood at this pace he would just get stuck on his backfoot, simply absorbing and defending the incoming strikes will make him wipe out all of his cursed energy. He knew he had to get some distance between him and the enemy to recouperarte and strategies.
Tatsuya lunged backwards as he did, a huge gust him pushed further back, generated by Ō-Ryujin to put some more distance between the two.
The sorcerer now standing about 10-12 feet apart from, takes a few steps back, jumps in the air forwards and dives straight into the ground, as if the solid ground had been turned into a water body.
Tatsuya realised what he was about to do, "if he went inside the ground, that must mean his technique allows him to shift the density of matter, and change it to his will"
Tatsuya could feel the ground shifting beneath his feet, he knew he was planning to lunge out and catch him off guard with a strike, a strike which most likely would finish him.
He couldn't let it happen, Tatsuya's eyes started glowing blue. His face now had only one expression , Revenge. For the sorcerer had hurt not just his body, but his pride too. "Ō-RYUJIN, THE GOD OF THE SEA, COME TO MY AID, AND BANISH THEE!!" his voice echoed with each word that he uttered, wind started blowing all around him, the pieces of his jacket and shirt that remained on his torso,now blew away with it. His sculpted body started shining with a blue aura which now surrounded him aswell.
"Curse body paint technique: Oceanic Pulse!" He chanted as he bent down, put his right palm onto the ground.
A huge pulsating wave appeared on the ground, Ō-Ryujin went inside the ground, and a huge wave emerged from within.
The water appeared as though it was spouted on from beneath.
The ground which was solid once started washing away, huge chunks of rocks washed away, with them it also took nearby stalls and shops that resided there. The ground had churned in response to the technique.
What remained now was an enormous crater, about 8 feet deep and 15 feet in diameter. Soon the sorcerer emerged...
And now, he was flying.