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Colosseum 1v1 Spar (Gryphtaur vs Sayaka)

Gryphtaur

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From the vastness of the open sea emerged a peculiar creature. Webbed, golden talons stepped onto a sandy shoreline as a humanoid beast made his entry. A trio of smooth fin shaped protrusions jutted from his white feathered head which was complimented by a curved, bright gold beak. The body was more feline with tawny brown fur covered throughout. Most notably was a mane of dark brown pelage wrapped around his neck not unlike a scarf of sorts. Streaked with blonde and black, it was evident a great amount of care went into its fluff.

Soft russet scales lined along the well muscled torso of this specimen, trailing to the underside of his lengthy tail. Of an identical shade to the majority of him, the tip was frilled similar to his cranium and were also coated in white feathers. A black covert seemingly divided these two sections. A separate patch of these scales additionally made up the pads of his sizable paws, of which had pale tan skin between the digits. The arms were robust and had webbed structures attached from the sides brown ridges connected by tan skin. The legs boasted an avian constitution with the aforementioned talons and black feathers covering the well muscled thighs. Plumage of an equal shade constructed the wings draped along his backside comparable to a cape.

This all formed the warrior known as Tharraleos. Born of a race of battle hunters designated the Aerasginero, these Griffins also boasted aquatic traits that give them mastery of land, air and sea. The biped form seen currently is a suppressed form and under certain circumstances, these inhibitors can be relinquished. Although he was already vastly capable on his own and as with the others of his kind, his prowess can increase during a battle. He wasn't particularly alone either. Dwelling within his being was a sinister, semi sentient construct of pure pride energy. Crafted by the mage Tharr fought for as a mostly willing slave, it was given the hybrid as a host centuries ago. Feeding off the beast's inherent admiration of himself, it could bestow him a dodec of varying weaponry by building and storing reserves of power.

And for someone so seemingly powerful, he was merely wandering about aimlessly per usual. While incredibly adept at fighting, most of his time was spent adventuring the globe with no real end goal in mind. For how crude and primitive he looked, his brain was perhaps even more formidable than his brawn. Experiencing new surroundings satisfied his perpetual lust for knowledge and he most anticipated what could be found at this locale. He had been travelling undersea for about a week and a half before deciding to surface. Absorbing the remaining moisture from his coat, Tharraleos began to trek forth with piercing gold eyes on high alert.
 
Shirou Emiya. That was the unique name he was given as a child. He was a participant of a great war, but lost his friends in the process. He vowed to become a hero in order to prevent the tragedy to happen again. Yet, he became something else entirely. He lost his original reason for becoming a hero. He discarded his own name from killing many innocent people for his mission. His mind became one of a machine, focused on a single command. He became a magus killer. He is Alter.

Alter stood on a large boulder, looking towards the ocean. He couldn't get rid of this nagging feeling that something was there. Magical in origin. A Magical energy signature meant some sort of magus must be out there. Alter would have to track down this magus, to kill him. That was his job as a magus killer. He would notice the signature was soon heading towards his direction.

Alter stood, arms crossed, as he waited. Soon, a shape rose and left the water. It was Humanoid in appearance, with hints of avian and fish on its genetic make up. Alter could sense the energy from it.

Alter stared at the creature, and asked, "What are you?"
 
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Shirou would be greeted with the golden unyielding gaze of the aquatic hybrid that had seen centuries of battle. He halted his steps a respectable distance away, attention never straying from the unknown figure.

"A warrior beyond your comprehension." Tharraleos would respond with booming vocals and an heir of sophistication. A faint pompous tone could perhaps be distinguished, but one would likely be distracted by his eyes suddenly flashing a purple color for a moment. The duration was brief, but the dwelling sin embodiment had revealed itself at this display of hubris.

"Who might you be?" He went on to ask with a raised brow, arms crossing over his scaly chest.
 
Alter answered the creature's question. "I have no name. I am an killer that has discarded his own name in order to kill without being tracked. And you," He put his arms down, hands open as two swords - one having a black blade, one having a white blade, appeared in his hands, which he then gripped tightly on. "Are my newest kill!"

Alter jumped down from the boulder and landed feet first on the ground. He dashed towards the creature, his speed was beyond that of human, comparable to the fastest wind speed ever recorded. He lept into the air, as soon as he was within 3 feet of the creature, and descended, swinging downwards at the creature.
 
Alter was certainly quick, but the potent processing power of the beast's mind sometimes made the world around him move at a slowed pace momentarily. More often than not his sizable body simply couldn't move as fast as he'd like, but his reaction time was still most notable. Tharr didn't even bother moving from his spot, instead his webbed golden talons shifted along the sand as he situated himself in a much more readied stance, arms now at his sides.

The blades of this foe would connect with something that had materialized from nowhere. Composed of opaque hardlight, it boasted the same purple color as the flashing of his eyes just moments ago. Taking on the appearance of a Greek Aspis, this round barrier with a 4 foot diameter was aptly named the Shield of Chivalry. Out of his entire arsenal, this was the only one strictly designed for defense. Even at a fifth its normal strength with the sole reserve placed into it, it was enough to deflect the strike. Not without taking considerable damage, however, as a hefty crack had formed from one end to another. Any more strength placed into the attack would have shattered it entirely.

"You fail to understand how outclassed you are." Retorted the proud animal. A toothy beaked grin was hidden by the construct, though his irises flashed purple 2 separate times. With a brief grunt, he pushed forward in an abrupt shove. This would very likely destroy the shield and send an array of indigo energy particles scattering about as it would wither into nothingness. But it would also just as likely cause some imbalance for his opposition which is what he was hoping for. Ever aware, Tharr would continue to keep close tabs on the magus killer.
 
"What?" Spoke Alter. He certainly was surprised, as the creature ran forward, slamming itself into Alter. Alter flew back, the impact was more shocking than damaging however. Alter landed, crouched on one knee, one of his swords flat on the ground under the hand that held it.

"You are pretty quick. However, that isn't all I have." Alter got up, swords transforming into guns, same colors with a blade on the underside. "Let's see you handle this." He pointed his guns at the creature, firing multiple bullets while running an arc around it.
 
As the gun blade wielder took aim, Tharraleos had used his deceptive agility for a sideways dash. His blockade had dematerialized and he was left defenseless against the hail of lead. The bullets flew by just barely behind him as he picked up more speed. His acceleration was most notably lacking given his mass, but momentum often worked in his favor once his powerful legs carried him far enough. He noted how Alter began moving in an arc, so the clever beast retorted by maneuvering in an opposing rotation to have the rounds keep missing him by inches.

Suddenly Tharr took a bounding leap, his feet sailing through the air as he initiated a sideways flip, twisting his body to face his opponent. Expending his duo of reserves, the warrior would unveil one of his more lethal armaments. In his right paw formed a 6 foot longbow that he promptly held in front of him as it looked like he was prepping a bolt. It glowed the same purple shade as the shield before it and was of identical makeup. Similarly, an arrow appeared in his left paw that was brought to the bow's center. These two components forged the Archery of Arrogance, a resource heavy tool to attack with deathly precision from a distance. As he drew back, a glowing lavender drawstring would appear. This action took all but a couple seconds and aiming just as swiftly, the round was sent hurtling directly at the magi killer at the apex of his leap.

The Seagriff would land on his feet with only the most minimal of velocity lost as he continued to dash forth. His attention was set on how his foe reacted to the construct. Even with a sole reserve, it still held potent piercing capabilities. The damage still wouldn't be life threating as it was brittle and easily breakable. Even in the case of it breaching flesh, its nature would prevent the lingering ailments of puncturing. It mainly served as a distraction to at least allow Tharr to close the gap. Whether he was given this chance or forced to find another opening, he would be ready.
 
The gunslinger would find an object careening directly towards him the moment his weapons were drawn. Tharr's bow damages itself when firing a bolt and had nearly shattered given its low reserve count. With it still in paw, he keenly watched the trajectory in which Alter flew threw the air where his robust thought process predicted his point of landing. The hybrid would abruptly stop and with a loud grunt, chucked the damaged construct right at him as it spun like a helicopter blade. This would seem like it would be quite the painful interaction, but given its state it was more of a distraction than anything. As the magi killer dealt with that obstruction, Tharraleos would make a beeline straight towards him with his deceptive agility. Heavy taloned feet would tremble the earth with each booming step and his rostrum would bend into another grin, eyes flashing purple once more.

Now he was beginning to enjoy himself a bit more. This appeared to be the typical weakling with more bark than bite, but as things progressed he noticed perhaps there could be some entertainment to be had. It seemed the beast was almost studying him, testing his reactions to obstacles. This was no different and the clever combatant did have contingencies in case he was charging headfirst into more gunfire. Whether he'd go with an offensive or evasive approach was still to be decided, but he was more than confident with his improvisation.
 
Alter brought his gun's bladed edges up to block the bow. He then knocked it down, before jumping forward, and dashing towards the creature. Alter's guns reverted to their sword form, which he then threw at the creature. "Trace On". He spoke. A new sword then materializes in his left hand. It was a dark age great sword, with a blue and gold decorated hilt. He was still dashing at the creature, behind the blades he threw earlier.

He was aiming to at least make his opponent evade the thrown weapons, so he could then fake him out and deal a major blow using his new sword. The more promising alternative, the thrown weapons hit their mark, which be would follow up with a heavy slash.
 
The bow withered away without a trace as the distance between the warriors dwindled. A hefty sidestep allowed the thrown swords to fly harmlessly past him and by that point, he was seconds away from another sword swing. As Tharr made this movement, he kept his left side towards Alter and reared his arms back as if he was holding something. 2 more reserves were added to his stockpile from the conceded thought and action of his evasion and these would be used nearly instantly, leaving one in his reservoir.

What was created originally as a farming tool and typically associated with the Grim Reaper himself, the Scythe of Splendor would make its appearance next. With a curved, 3 and a half foot blade on a six foot handle, this is a superb mid reaching slicer at just under half power. This was formed as he swung forth, the blade manifesting into reality just in time to clash with Alter's greatsword. Sparks of purple energy would erupt at the force of impact with shards of the construct breaking off.

Assuming this would redirect the strike, it'd also likely leave Alter stumbling momentarily. The momentum from the weapon's swing caused the beast to spin in a half rotation with his right side now facing his foe. This was anticipated though as once the blade landed on the dirt, Tharraleos would drive the bottom of the handle into his opponent's midsection. It wouldn't hurt no more than a normal punch and was likely meant to compliment much more painful follow-ups. The scythe however had sustained major damage with fractures now along almost the entire thing. It was quite evident it wouldn't survive another blow. But if his execution was successful, a few more reserves would be gained for further use.
 
"It seems you, like me, can summon weapons within an instance." Alter spoke, as he stepped back, the Sword not bouncing, but instead breaking. "You broke my copy of Excalibur too." He threw the broken blade to the side, as he summoned Bakuya and Kanshou once again, in sword form. "Yet that does not mean you impressed me. Trace On! Overedge!" When he shouted the last three words, the swords extended and widened to twice their original length. He swung Bakuya horizontally, the blade at the length to cut the creature in two if it stayed. He however also swung upwards with Kanshou if the creature attempted to evade, mainly as a second attempt.
 
Having one of his foe's armaments destroyed for a change did please the sinful force within and the hybrid's irises flashed thrice. From his somewhat crouched position, Tharraleos watched through his peripheral vision at Alter's next move and retreated the idea of striking with the construct's hilt. Instead he would continue to showcase he wasn't just some mindless animal with only brute force to utilize.

As Bakyua threatened to carve into him, the Seagriff would capitalize on his posture to roll towards his foe, tucking limbs, wings and tail in tight. This would put him a couple feet closer to the nameless man, but still just out of reach for his scaly mits. This would also mean he was even more in range to get slashed by the oncoming Kanshou as it followed its twin. Once Tharr completed his rotation, a familiar construct would be forged in his left paw while his other gripped the scythe's handle. The Shield of Chivalry would make its appearance once more now twice as strong as before with the duo of reserves designated to it. Situated at a somewhat downwards angle, the beast grimaced as he fought against the impact.

"These are mere toys compared to my unsupressed might." Retorted the heraldic hybrid, eyes flashing once more as his sneer transitioned to a smirk. "At your current level you are not even deemed worthy of witnessing such power." He went on to say. Pressing the shaft of his weapon against his side, Tharr would make a one armed swing looking to place the curved blade directly behind his opponent where he'd painfully close the distance with a hefty pull.
 
Alter chuckled when the creature said his weapons were toys. "Funny. I fought a guy who said the same thing." Alter spoke. Alter noticed his opponent swinging the scythe from earlier, missing. Alter smirked, but realized the creature pulled the rod connected to the blade, which alerted Alter to what was about to happen. He quickly stepped back, and rotated 180°, as his swords vanished, and he put a hand towards the blade. "Rho Aias!" He shouts, as a violet barrier appeared to catch the Scythe and prevent the weapon from hitting Alter himself. Alter smirked. "You shouldn't underestimate me. I am not easily defeated." He then put his free hand up, materializing a bow, as he zipped back, dispersing the barrier and evading the scythe. He then used his now other free hand to materialize a Lance shaped sword, which he then put against the bow's string. He pulled back the string, while he was still running back, but then stopped when he was in 100 ft of his target. He was against a small wall of stone at this time, as he then released the makeshift arrow. "Unleash the force of a small atom bomb, and obliterate your target, Cadbolg II!" The weapon flew at Extreme speeds, towards the creature.
 
An interesting phenomenon occurred at this point. With Alter's back now facing the hybrid and his swords disappearing, it would be easy for anyone to capitalize on that. The sinful essence wouldn't be too fond of that, however. Having an affinity for hubris meant the opposing force of humility had adverse effects. As well as his power abruptly dropping a 10th a reserve would be relinquished. Not only was his foe now unarmed, but Tharr also insisted on a fair fight and striking from behind wouldn't sit well with his ego. As such, he allowed the man to make a tactical retreat as a bow of sorts was forged.

The sea dweller would bend his feathered knees slightly, holding his weapons at the ready with his powerful optics granting a clear view of his distant adversary. His pupils had grown in size to act as a telescope of sorts, which almost made Alter appear as if he hadn't moved from his spot. The webbed protrusions on the sides of his plumaged noggin quivered every now and then as his auditory receptors worked to distinguish his words. What he perceived did sound a bit puzzling and what was also loaded into the bow was equally peculiar. The next few moments for Tharraleos seemed to go on for minutes as he awaited the most opportune timing to make his move. There was no denying any attempts to face this head on was asinine. He'd have to find a way around whatever was in store for him. Even though he wouldn't admit it much, these seconds of anticipation caused his heart to pound inside his chest as he found himself becoming more immersed in the skirmish.

The instant the projectile made any notion of movement, the avian feline would bound upwards with enough force to leave a small crater in the ground. In spite of their size, his scythe and shield were made entirely of hardlight and weren't a detriment to his gaining altitude. At the peak of this bound and right before he'd lose momentum, his charcoal black wings would flare themselves out to propel him further and accumulate speed. Per usual his initial velocity was somewhat lacking, but it wouldn't take long to rectify this. He had a pretty educated guess he either had to haul ass in the same direction or use this new position to soar in for a lethal dive. This opponent was admittedly not the easiest to predict after all.
 
Alter smirked as several swords appeared above himself with the points facing the creature. The swords then flew at the creature with the same speed as the Cadbolg II. Alter was secretly grateful be copied the Gate of Babylon that Gilgamesh used at one point, yet this fight won't end that soon most likely.
 
Tharraleos’ timing was most pristine as a last second bend of his tail spared the limb a swift decapitation. He continued skyward, pitch black wings now beating with haste to gain quick altitude with the soaring blades continuing to miss him by mere hairs. Each move was painstakingly calculated to both avoid harm and seek even the smallest of openings to retort. As he reached a sufficient height, he'd begin a series of lateral aerobatics, alternating between folding his flight limbs against him for twisting spins and flaring them out again to sustain himself.

In the midst of one of these, the chivalrous defense was suddenly hurled at Alter like an oversized frisbee. With gravity, his own formidable strength and the gathered momentum, it'd close in on the distant foe with breakneck speeds. With the Scythe of Splendor in both paws, he'd dive in towards his prey with a flesh tearing grin gleaming in the sun. This wasn't one of pride, but animalistic ferocity as if something was beginning to overtake him.
 
Alter's face quickly became one of surprise, before seeing the shield thrown towards himself. Alter quickly summoned a large buster sword. It was not a modern incarnation however. It was more rugged in build, and had saw teeth instead of a sharp edge. He used the flat to block the Frisbee, as he then let go and rolled to the side. He waited for the creature to get closer.
 
The shield would bounce off and disintegrate before it hit the ground. He didn't want to quite dispose of it yet since it only suffered a single gash, but this opposition had proven to be more resourceful than expected. Tharraleos had inflicted no damage thus far yet a few patchy areas around him showed just how close to harm he came. This revelation stirred a mild amount of irritation within him and it became his intention to change this.

A spirited shout emerged from the agape beak of as the gap between them plummeted. The booming grumble of a lion could be heard resonating through his vocals as well. He'd raise his arms above his finned head and once Alter got within slicing distance, he'd bring the farming tool down in a deathly overhead swing. Tharr aimed to use the length of the handle to sweep the curved blade directly at the swordsman and bypass any weapons. If it didn't carve into him like butter, it'd still do considerable damage to anything that blocked it. The same would be said for his own weapon as there was no doubt it wouldn't survive the exchange.
 
Alter brought his hand up towards the blade, as he said, "Rho Aias!". The barrier from before appeared, taking the force of the strike. The shield shattered, but so did the sharp edge that struck it. Alter smirked. "Mind if I take that? Trace on!" The scythe the creature wielded appeared in Alter's left hand. He spun it around for a second to get a feel. "Nice weapon. Did you ever fight someone capable of creating a weapon that is the exact copy of the original?" He then pointed the blade at the creature. "Hope you like medicine, because you are about to take your own!"

Alter sped towards the creature, and spun with the blade away from his own body, creating a deadly whirlwind before swinging at the creature's arms.
 
"I must admit that is most impressive." Responded Tharr as his feet met the ground with a trembling thud a couple feet away from the man. Never had he seen another weild his tools as they vanish upon even leaving his paws. The handle would match Alter's height almost perfectly, whereas the Griffin had almost a foot over him. As the scythe began winding up, Tharr leapt backwards, landing on his open palms where he sprung back even further.

"Unfortunately for you I understand the strengths and faults of each the weapons I have mastered." The hybrid went on to say. With about 9 feet of space between them, there were only 2 options of his that could reach Alter. Sending his wings forth would likely get them shredded to bits, so in his right paw he'd form the construct with the most superior range barring projectiles. Gripping the foot long handle, Tharr reared his arm back and lashed forth a 10 foot pliable strip of energy that used 2 reserves. Dubbed the Whip of Worthiness, this excelled at gashing, disarming and ensaring foes at a relatively safe distance. The latter of which was his intention as the tendril was aimed to coil itself around the left ankle of the weapon copier. If successful, Tharraleos would pull and twist in a way Alter's footing would suddenly become nonexistent. Otherwise he'd retreat it and seek another chance to strike.
 
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Alter saw two whips of energy fly towards him while he swung the scythe. Earlier his opponent said that he knew the strengths and weaknesses to the weapon though. Alter was about to give him a shocking surprise however. Alter used the Gate of Babylon Ability he copied from Gilgamesh in a past fight, creating several portals that dropped triangular halberds in the path of the whips. Alter was hoping these halberds would slice the whips and stop their assault, while doing so, he used his reinforcement ability to extend the pole of the scythe, to twice the original length. He then put the non bladed end into the ground and used it to vault into the sky, before he raised the scythe up over his head and throw it at the creature. The force of the throw was faster than that of Cadbolg II.
 
As Tharraleos sent his whip forth, the ever resourceful foe would summon halberds to deflect the strikes each of the four times he did so before it too shattered. Alter might begin to notice something about the aquatic hybrid as this battle progressed. As an ability attributed by the Aerasginero to increase battle performance in the midst of a skirmish, the beast's body acts as a natural kinetic dynamo. Each mighty swing of his grants a 3 percent increase to the speed and impact force of his blows. The momentum gathered thus far was minimal, but the rise could carry up to thrice his base capabilities. This would also frequently pump adrenaline through his veins, which doesn't fare well for others if it goes on long enough. Rather than continuing to maneuver around the battlefield, the golden talons of the warrior once again rooted him to the spot as he watched Alter use the now much lengthier scythe as a pole vault. Certainly an impressive display and he couldn't help but admire it for a brief moment.

But as the careening weapon came his way, Tharraleos cocked his right arm back with a bawled up paw as if he intended to face it directly. But as he brought it forth, a giant, fist-shaped gauntlet forged around his paw. The Superior Cestus allowed his punches to be dealt without damage to his extremities. The glowing purple gauntlet's interior nullifies the outside force and inflict damage over a wider area. This in tandem with his immense strength and pristine form overpowered the construct as a shower of energy particles rained on the avian feline. Tharraleos would then sprint like an oversized track runner towards where Alter was looking to land. In his other paw formed another of the armament, both with 3 reserves each and leaving one stored away. In mere moments, he'd hopefully be within clobbering distance to unleash a flurry of crushing blows.
 
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Seeing the creature create a Gauntlet and use it to break the thrown scythe was quite unexpected for Alter. The creature ran towards Alter as it created another Gauntlet, while Alter himself was still descending towards the ground. Alter created his dual pistols again and aimed them at the creature, before firing as he descended. He was hoping to get some distance before figuring out his own next move.
 

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