Special Arena Fight: Mesden VS Raiden
 

In the middle of what one would believe as nowhere, a giant dome structure, miles upon miles wide and taller than the tallest building, rests.

A content woman strides forth from a burst of light. Clad in a red, she crosses her arms and waits for her would be adversary.

(Massive dome arena. hundreds of miles of empty space. No advantages. Just a straight up fight.)

A portal appeared, and normal Raiden stepped through.

"So, Mes. You wanted a fight too, huh?"

"Of course. Beating you up is the new fad and all."

She sighed and tapped her finger on her head. A multi structural glyph appeared, glowing in a white and blue aura.

"Now, should we actually try this time?"

Raiden shrugged.

"May as well."

He crossed his arms in front of his body, and concentrated. Slowly, the flesh began to disintegrate from his body, revealing a strange form of energy beneath it. It was a strange sight, his skin coming off like a disguise almost.

Soon, his entire body was replaced by the glowing energy, save his long white hair. He no longer had a mouth, but some strange power made it heard.

Haven't gone into this form in quite a while.

"This'll be my 4th time, I believe."

Her fingers seem to phase into her forhead and pull the glyph out. Her fingers clenched and the luminous seal shattered into a dust of lambency.

From the point on her head came a cascading white light. Filling the entire arena and breaching through the strong walls. From miles around, there wasn't one being that couldn't see it. Like a beacon of purity, the brightest point of light came from her eyes. The red glow now fading into a auriferous blaze.

Her arms slowly shed into the silhouettes of unbound power. Once they had fully been released, they clenched at the air and effulgence, causing a ripple to spread through the incandescent aura.

Then came her crimson attire. The emanation burning away the old and carrying in a billowing cloak of white and blue that surrounded her and formed a brand new cover.

And finally, after the display of power, the illumination washed down and halted around the goddess before slowly fading into her lustrous form.

An echoing sigh emanated from the glowing figure and so did the words that came from the voice of the mouthless.

"Finally back in this old form. Feels pretty good."

Raiden did what was considered a sigh in his current form.

You always WERE one for the dramatic, sis. Although, the bright light was new. You've been working on it. And yes, it is good to get back into these forms. The human avatars we have tend to be a bit...restricting.

As Raiden said the last part, he stretched his arm. It wrapped around his body several times, then snapped back to normal. All loosened up, he entered a defensive stance.

Ladies first, sister.

Of course...

Her left leg, or whatever it would be called, apped off the ground lightly, but the small touch sent the Goddess speeding towards Raiden, faster than most could hope to see.

In mid lunge, her hand clenched and out of nowhere came her spiritual blade.

No withering blade this time. That's just cheap.

Raiden's right arm went up, and the energy reformed itself. His arm became a blade of powerfully dense and sharp material.

Of course. Then again, we are gods. Everything we do is cheap.

With his own high speed, he put the sword arm up and blocked Mes's attack.

Sadly, his block was ultimately futile.

As his blade blacked the trajectory of hers, there was no clang of metal. No epic clashing of god power. Just a slight ethereal ease through his blade and the spiritual sword cut deeply into him, but in the ethereal way.

I KNOW you saw that coming.

She echoed, wrenching the blade from him.

Of course, sister. Just wanted to have some fun. I mean...I like my sword arm. It's fun.

The cut Mesden had made was already reforming.

But, I guess you don't want to spar with my physical weapons.

The metal of the arm was covered with a strange energy, and gave off a small glowing light.

This should handle that spirit power of yours.