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"AND I WON'T FACE YOU UNLESS YOU FIGHT ALONE! YOU WANT TO FIGHT? FIGHT FAIR!" Hellbent stood, gleaming with aluminum armor, except for his helmet, his warder's cloak flapping in the wind. He used his soulcasting to make a giant metal arch over him, made of iron, then used an Aon to turn it to gold. "I have stabbed Harmony and lived, I have fought Devaan and I'm still here. COME AND GET ME!" To push his point deeper, he teleported, grabbing two random Sentinels from the city and ripping their heads off, then soulcasting them into iron and throwing them in front of him.
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If you could be any Ajah, which would you be and why?
Ark1002 replied to Girl with Red Hair's topic in The Wheel of Time
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... I think we should stick with the islands.
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Parshendi, Amians, and Koloss tribes. I think that is what intelligent(ish) life should be there, as we have a primarily human culture on the main continent.
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Maybe "Aussie"?
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I like that. I feel like it is unexplored, so we wouldn't know. And I could make it so the Explorers guild would go explore that. Sounds fun! Islands, maybe a small continent, like Australia or Antarctica size.
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Hellbent was a radiant. He felt the storm wash over him without looking. He breathed in, and erupted into light. Soulcasting and lightweaving, a huge pillar of white marble sprouted from the ground under him, glowing, shifting in the colors purple and red. At the top, he made a huge block of obsidian. Then he jumped off, feeling free. As he fell, he realized what Allomancers, Skybreakers, and Windrunners got to enjoy. Before he hit the ground. he teleported, right on top of his grave. He realized now that the body had been replaced by a fake. He started drawing more Aons on it, Aons everywhere. This would never break again. It was stronger then the Canton shields, it would stand up to a thermonuke, a class 10, and a death star laser. The rest of the world would be dead, but this would survive. It would be a fitting place for a battle. He used a last Aon to change the fiend. Aon Shao. It would change a leg to rubber. "FIGHT ME DUSK! STOP COWERING AND HIDING! YOU WILL PAY!"
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Hellbent knew he needed more. So he did. His life had become training. And now his training had found a purpose. Hellbent teleported to the opposite side, so the class 7 missed. His fingers moved faster than you could believe, as fast as a nerd typing (Oh, wait). He targeted every lifeless in the neon-green Fiend, all the ones he could (I'm pretty sure that the older ones had Aons stopping this, but here). Aon Opa. The Aon for flowers. Nicrosil. A flash. Every Lifeless that was targeted fell, huge rose bushes growing out of their skin, their eyes, their mouth. They were quickly destroyed.
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Hellbent looked as the neon-green walker dumped water onto the ground. "Huh. New lake." He used Aons to make sure, including a stone bowl, and connection to the water Alleys. Then he used his next attack. He poured his emotion into it, his anger at Dusk. Aon Kii. The Aon for justice. An Aon that causes pain for the guilty. And Hellbent specified Dusk, so it happened. Nicrosil. A flash. The pain began.
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Or I would be double chromium, like my Alleyverse character. Infinite luck, plus the power of being a leecher.
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Hellbent made an Aon chain in the air. This was going to be fun. Aon Omi. The Aon needed for chains. Aon Tia. The Aon needed for transportation. Aon Eno. The Aon for water. Hellbent used modifiers to make everything powerful, then used nicrosil again. The Aon chain flashed, and was gone. Suddenly, the inside of the neon-green Fiend was filled with water.
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Oathbringer - Deflecting the Storm
Ark1002 commented on Botanica's gallery image in Stormlight Archive Art
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Hellbent pointed an Aon at Dusk. This was one he had been working on for a long time. Aon Ate. He touched it, and burned his nicrosil. Silence. "That will last five hours. For that period of time, Dusk can not talk."
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I would like to join as Aniah Arkwood, a woman from the roughs.
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This is great! I've noticed a huge lack of Koloss art out there! -
Tendril looked over at the man. "Yes, I would like some." Tendril smiled, thinking back to the last time he had gotten tea. A thievery, a knife to the back, money in a pouch. He had taken the vintage tea as a trophy.
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Hellbent disappeared in a flash, landing right in front of the fiend, and spiked himself. Nicroburst. He drew the Aon for fire, then touched it, bruning. A huge torrent of fire washed toward the fire, blindingly white in color. "I AM HELLBENT!"
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Hellbent jumped up, grabbing the thing with the fabrial, and twisted.
