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Post by Kuma on Mar 2, 2022 3:53:02 GMT
Toramaru was completely outnumbered, as Dranten, Ava and Sid combined their efforts on a cascading offensive.
In one on one duels he was sure he would be able to defeat Dranten or Ava easily, while Sid would be a much tougher opponent.
He couldn’t stay or he would be captured, but he couldn’t find a way to escape, at least not before their attacks began to rain down on him, like a martial storm.
-I can’t fail!- He proclaimed as he began exchanging attacks with the Teen Cyborg, not to actually hit him, but aiming to parry his attacks with his still incandescent hands.
-Not when I’m this close!- Toramaru roared, as he noticed Ava attempting to sneak behind him.
The Half Oni wound up for an elbow strike to deflect one of Dranten “high” straights, and blasted a blaze out of his hand right in Ava’s face, not only attempting to damage her, but speeding up his arm gaining the necessary momentum to deflect the attack.
-I WON’T GIVE U…- His final shout was interrupted by Sid’s kick.
If Toramaru was just a human this might have knocked him cold, but his mythic blood allowed him to stay standing, stubbornly grasping to consciousness.
-I CAN’T!- The Half-Oni gathered as much energy he had in reserve, his whole body shining with the same incandescent brightness as his flaming arm and his regular arm.
His flaming hair blasted upwards, alongside with his eyebrows, giving him a haunting appearance as he let out a desperate howl and waves of impossible heat surrounded him.
Lightning-like flames surged from his body, in reality the heat was such that it found traces of combustible gasses left by Dranten and followed them, giving the illusion of discharges.
Without warning he clapped as hard as he could, the air in-between his hands got so hot it basically detonated, creating a deafening shockwave and a blinding light, aiming to incapacitate his attackers for enough time to give him a head start running away.
Ỵ̸͉̓ö̷̤ụ̵̬̈̑ͅ ̴̪̒s̴̮̫̰̿ė̸̫͖̈́e̷̤͈̭̰͊̌͂̚m̷̼̰̔ ̶̺͔̏̍t̸̬͈̞͐́̒o̷̗̰͝ ̸̳̣̀̽ḅ̷͌͐̇̆e̸͙̠͝ ̵̡͙̼̍̒͋̓ͅq̵̡̝̕ǘ̵͇͓̲͘ị̴̡̣̂͊́ͅt̷̞̫̻͌͛̄͒e̷̜̬̬͊̆̆̓ ̷̪̮̙̈́s̶̛͎͉̯̙͊͒̔k̷͍̳̈́ĭ̶̘́͝l̶̻̈́͌̀͜͝l̵̦̮̒e̵͖͕̽͊̅d̸͍͉̤̔̂.̸̢͚̠͚͋ ̵̙̹͙̈́ ̷̠̝͕̹͂̇̈́̃A̶̪̻̅͐l̵͖̜͆̂̌ṁ̵̝̘̖͘o̸̧̠̤̊̔s̶͉̱̀t̵͓̰́͘ ̵̖̖̏̎̒a̵͉͈̔̋͜s̷̰̏ ̶̧̠̬̪̽̑͋͠s̵̤̙̖̓͌͝k̴̨͔͕̈́͠͠ͅi̴̭̍̋ľ̷̝́̆̅ļ̴͍̳͓̾̅̄e̴͍̪̫͈͐͐͘ď̸̡̠͇͓̕͝ ̴̧͕̑̒͘a̸̧͇̥̾͝ṣ̷̖̄ ̵̞͕̺̊͝m̴̦̌͜ý̶̡̭̜̀͠s̸̫͆̄́e̵̡̓ḻ̷̝͉͠f̷͉̺͙̂̏̆ͅ.̵̨͖͍̟̒̆̄ ̵̨̮̦͚̊̄̌͛ ̶̹̊̿̌̽Y̸͕̰̺̿́͗ȇ̴̡̯̰͌́̈́t̸̨̲́͋͜͠ ̴̹̈́s̸͋̾ͅö̵̫̙m̸̦̅̃è̴͖͉͈͜t̷̹̭͐ͅh̴̪̓͑͛i̸͚̻͐ṋ̴̢́̿͛g̶̘̻̬̏͝ ̸̹̩̰̬̏̐i̸̳͉͌̏ṡ̶̛͎͓̞̍ ̷̧̢̦́͊͊ͅd̵̮̣̄̈́͑̓ȋ̸̘̍́f̶̖̃̒͠f̷̡̻̦̖̐̐̃̐e̴͔̠͋̈́͌r̶̙̭̟̗̅̈́e̵̹͕͚͂̿̿́n̶̞̮̔̓͒t̴̡̙̓͐͜.̶͖̈́̈́̿̎
The voice talked to Remilia directly to her brain, with some sort of tech based telepathy, almost as if she was connected to a wi-fi network generated by a brain.
I̷̢̭̻̗̐ ̸͇̙̈́ǘ̶̜s̴̮̈́̒͗̓ë̴̛͔́̕d̴̉̐̈́̃͜ ̶̧͈̣̱̌͋t̵̨̲́̓͒ọ̴̔̽̆͝ͅ ̴̳̗͘w̷̳̻̓̔̓͝ą̵͠͠l̷̤̍̅ǩ̸̞̫͖͎̑̈́͘ ̵̨̧̺̦̆ṓ̷̝̘̽n̵͔̰͙̽͛ ̵̛͇̞͔̒m̴͕̬̣̑͐y̶̭̓͛̓͝ ̶̰̳̻̝͝ȫ̶̢̖̩͜ẅ̸̼̬́̃n̴̡̒̔̀ ̴͙͋͋t̸̗͔̒͌̆̇w̵̜͊̋̚o̷̪͖̻͋̃͠ ̴̹̗̀͝f̷͔̫́̓̓̕è̷̮̅̾ȅ̵̮̕̚̚͜t̶̰͇͐̏.̶̞͗͛ ̴͖̪̃̄̇ ̶̛͙̙̃N̴̩͆̽͌̂o̸̩̤͖͆ẉ̸͆ ̴̰̞̟͂I̶̤̰̘̅ͅ ̶̺̇̈́̏f̴̭̳̓̽͒͝l̵̯̖̟͈̈̓̓̈́o̶̡̘̖̚a̵̱̽t̶̹̣̼̑̓͠ ̷̩̺̌a̸̝̝̯͋i̴̛͎̲̯m̵̲̪̼̈͒́͠l̴͔̿̊e̴͉͖̹͛ș̵̖͌̐s̴̢̡̛͉̥̏̐́l̶̡̼͚̍̈͆̀y̷̡̰̓͐̂ ̸͇̟͠ͅt̵͇̼̒͜h̴̻̔̕r̶͔͑o̴̯̟̓͋u̷̦͒̀̆g̴̮͍͛͝h̶̩͕͑̉͗ ̶͍̉͌̌ơ̷̳̞̟̽̄c̶͎̄̕͠ẻ̵̛̦͎̫́́a̶͍̐͐̚n̷̝̔̑̓̈́ṡ̷͍̆́̒ ̵͈̗͎̇̎̂̓o̸̫̹̫̓f̶̠̣̦̉̓̿́ ̶̭̝̐͋͌͌d̸̡̫͎́̈̍a̴̪̜͙̅t̴̢̀̔̈́à̵̺̙̗͊̓̊͜.̶͍͖͎̀̎͛̋ͅ ̶͇̜͈͗̈͂̒ ̷̛͕͝ͅİ̶̱͍̠̓̇ ̵̰̤̭͂͂̕b̴̧̝̼̓́è̷̺̻̼̭̈́̈́͋c̸̡̩̍̍̕ͅä̴̹̪̪́̕m̷̭͖̖̝͌͠e̷̪͉͉̅ ̷͍͍͙͓́̐̅w̴͖̖͕͓͑h̸̜̮̜͗̈́̈́a̵̗̳̞̟͒͑ţ̸̯̔̊̄ ̷̬͆̈̈́̆I̷̡̱͛̆ ̷̧̩͊ú̸̱̣̬̜s̴̖͚̉̈́̌ȩ̶̥͚͈̇̈́̾̚d̸̠͛̍̚ ̶̨͔̥̔ͅt̴̗̜͋̈́ȍ̶̡̨̜ ̶̥̪͉̀͘͝ͅc̷̛̰̳̟̣̽̃ơ̵̠̪̄n̸̢͎͚̬͛t̷̢͎̼͐̔̌r̷͔͒͋͝ơ̵̢̜̎l̴͈͈̝̠͗̉͠.̴̬̈̋ ̵̡̰̯̫̓̄͑ ̵͉̙̀͒W̸̲̏h̸̝͎̦̒͝ͅà̷̢͎̩͓́̓̅t̴̻̻̻̀͝͝͠ ̶̧͙͍͘ͅà̴̼̗̩̓͒̊m̷̳̖͎͙͆͌͐̚ ̶̢̣̼̊̑͌I̵̞̯̩͕͛̅͌?̶͈̩̻̒̑
The strange voice sent a riddle to the young Shindou, while around her Raisa was trying to organize the students to form a protective perimeter around Norio and attempted to contact anybody through different means.
Daigoro stood in a tight horse stance covered in flames, blood from his wounds dripped down his chiseled body becoming burning trails.
Each muscle of his body seemed to be tensed up and his expression could be described as a grim mask of determination, he wasn’t willing to stand down, possessed by a higher calling than mere stubbornness.
Ophiuchus wasps reached him first, but whatever they injected into this body it burned up, Oni blood was flammable and any foreign matter entering burned up.
There was a certain numbness associated with the sting, from the initial jolt of pain, but nothing as severe as one would expect.
Still it was more than enough to stop the Oni from moving his arms fast enough to block Eve’s attack.
Her makeshift weapon managed to pierce the thick neck skin of Daigoro, that let out a reward jet of boiling blood, which was set on fire upon contact with oxygen.
The heat cauterized the wound as soon as the initial spurt ended, but the attack weakened the Crimson Half-Oni, making him stagger.
-Well done Harper-Dono!- Garo congratulated her and added -Let me help!- He infused Ki on the chopsticks he gathered from the table and launched them one after the other in almost a perfect grouping with blinding speed.
As Eve approached for her follow up attack the chopsticks hit the side of Daigoro’s knee, at first shattering on impact but by the fourth they managed to actually cause a miniscule amount of damage, that added up to everything else.
Eve’s reinforced head crashed against Daigoro’s thick skull. She wouldn’t be able to break it in a million years, but the damage, added to being staggered from her attacks and Garo’s help, were more than enough to break his guard and make him fall flat on his ass.
Or he would have if the barrier wasn’t behind him, as he collided against the energy orb back first and was repelled by it, being launched forward instead of falling backwards, right towards Eve.
Meanwhile his twin brother was facing off against Morgan, who was given an entomological assist by his boss Ophiuchus.
The wasps, much like with Daigoro, didn’t do as much effect as expected, only slowing down the Half-Oni, rather than stopping it.
The scorpion was a completely different story, as whatever its poison had, it was more resilient than the wasp secretion, managing to actually affect the Half-Oni, lowering his guard.
A horrible howl of pain blasted out Daikichi’s throat, as Morgan managed to hit one of the Half-Oni few weak spots, as burning blood pooled into his eyes, blinding him as it cooled, creating a thick layer of coagulated blood.
Daikichi fell to his knees as he attempted to scratch this disgusting bloody gunk from his eyes, his movements being quite sluggish from the pain and the poison coursing through his veins.
This leaves us with Houzi, impossibly mismatched with the matron of the Musashi clan.
The clones exploded into golden filaments, while the real Houzi took a full blast, being launched backwards so far he smashed against a wall, creating a small crater.
The Myth Soldier was resilient, but facing Tomoe Musashi was like attempting to stop the tide, an impossible task for any mortals.
Houzi opened his mouth as he struggled to stand up, letting out a mouthful of blood on the floor, but he refused to give up, much like his compatriots, something else was pushing him forward.
-I only need…- Houzi whispered to himself as he strained to stand.
-Just a moment more.- He spewed even more blood but he stood up defiantly, fire burning in his eyes.
-JUST ONE MORE MOMENT!- The Fake Monkey King roared and energy blasted from him, as 4 dozen clones appeared at once with clouds of golden smoke.
Clearly this was taking a toll on Houzi, but whatever was motivating him, it was fueling him beyond his limits, he pointed his clawed finger towards Tomoe and with an unified roar all of his clones charged the Matron of the Musashi, hoping to delay her enough with sheer numbers. No matter what, attacking the sphere of energy seemed to be useless, whoever thought about this plan had it planned, as it was drawing power from an actual divine relic, making it quite sturdy.
The edges of the barrier were clamped on the floor completely airtight, but there was something changing, as Hou’s face grew gauntier and gauntier with each attack, seemingly whatever they were doing it was drawing energy from Hou himself.
Energy began to build up, soon another wave would be released, maybe the last one need for their nefarious purpose.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 8, 2022 22:48:13 GMT
Dranten’s punches were compact enough to recover quickly when he was parried, but the fact he was so easily deflected gave him pause. He moved to strike again, but the blast of flame gave him pause. His sensors wavered in the face of it and his mental processes slowed. He could see Ava going down behind Toramaru, rolling to put her hair out, but he couldn’t read any of it, and it only got worse when Toramaru summoned up his full power. The blast completely overwhelmed him, his sensors pummeled into inactivity. His eyes and ears had been destroyed before he was rebuilt; with his sensors gone he was only seeing static and hearing a high-pitched whine. Dranten collapsed to his knees, closed off entirely from the world. “Ahhhh, fuck…” Marceline saw them go down from down the hallway. Well screw that. She wouldn’t get involved unless somebody was gonna die, and right now, Toramaru was just trying to run. No reason to get close to that fire…
“Ah fuck!” Eve’s hand was caught in a jet of blazing blood, wreathing her arm in flames. With her own skull dented and her body on fire, she wanted to retreat, but Daigoro was surprisingly bounced right back into her. It was a snap judgment. She threw a punch with her full body weight behind it with her burning hand. This was gonna suck. She wasn’t a puncher. She shot people from a distance. And with her hand in this sort of shape, she wasn’t sure it would even hold together. Her only hope was that it took him down quicker than her. Ophiochus on the other hand twitched all the way through when his wasps pierced the oni’s hide. What a horrible feeling, to be burned when you should be the one burning others. More and more small insects were escaping his form, harmless gnats and midges spreading out like dust. He watched the room through a thousand eyes, and quickly came across a plan. He could see Hou’s face change when the barrier was struck. If it was drawing upon him, then it was simple. “Morgan, the barrier. You people as well.” He waved to the JHWAB employees around him. Let them be useful for once. He himself stepped up closer, constantly shedding creatures. He was becoming lighter, thinner, less substantial. Lizards and snakes escaped his form and bounced themselves off the barrier, weak things with nothing but numbers to add to the battle. Ophiochus kept a few feet back and raised an arm. It tore into a cloud of insects and the head and neck of a massive snake emerged. It didn’t waste a moment, instantly lunging out and biting at the barrier. Every time it was repelled, it simply struck again, slamming the barrier with its full strength. Ophiochus was shaking, falling apart. He was using too much. If this went on he might entirely lose coherence and spend months putting himself back together.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 21, 2022 2:06:26 GMT
"Hey, whoa, watch out!" Sid tried to call over to Dranten and Ava as he watched Toramaru charging up his fire powers. He was far enough away from the blast, but still had to bring his arm up to kick up a nearby metal table and place it vertically in front of himself to dissipate the fire before it hit his body. "Come on, man...why'd they take my medal..." Sid complained as the attack subsided. He looked out to see Dranten on the floor.
"You ok, dude?!" Sid ran out and tried to see how the cyborg was doing, while also keeping an eye on Toramaru. That attack should have exhausted him, so Sid was confident he could give chase even if he tried to run. "Ok oni dude, you're out of options. Why are you being so weird right now?" Sid asked more forcefully, standing back up and bouncing from one leg to the other, ready to give chase.
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Despite Mia's stab at the barrier, it still didn't fall. However...Aria did notice that Hou was getting more gaunt as the attacks rained down. "He must be the power source..." The HWIC president muttered. She opened her pistols and filled them with scatter shot bullets. "Ok everyone, all together now! Don't catch each other in the crossfire!" Aria commanded, firing her pistols at the barrier. She watched as the swarm of creatures from Ophiochus rained down upon the barrier, adding more surface area to the attack. What was this man...?
Mia heard the order and let out a sigh. "Alright...here goes nothing." The Mirror Knight said, letting a network of triangular mirror shards spread from the tip of her sword out around the area surrounding her attack, each particle reflecting the matter it was in contact with back toward the barrier. Mia hoped this was enough to break through the barrier...
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Post by TimePuppy on May 2, 2022 19:08:57 GMT
Remilia listened to the voice, for a certain interpretation of listening. She wasn't sure she could NOT hear it even if she tried. But she didn't try. The riddle was important. She thought about it, quickly. Used to have two feet, presumably a humanoid. Past tense, probably irrelevant to what they are now. Aimlessly drifting through data? But most importantly, something they used to control. Information?
Remilia regretted not asking how many wrong guesses she could make. Probably fewer than she would like. Probably none. Was there any other way to interpret the riddle? None came to mind, not right now. So she had to venture a guess.
"You are information? So you used to be an information broker? Or a spy."
--- Morgan hopped back after landing his kick, not wanting to get any of the burning blood on him. He shook off what splattered on his foot with perhaps more franticness than he liked. But his opponent was still standing with a burning hole where his eye stood.
Morgan flexed his fingers now and dark energy seeped out of his palms. The energy coalesced and lunged like a torrent to surround the oni. Tendrils shot forward, solidifying into spikes as they reached the oni, trying to poke and prod and pierce further, favoring the already damaged face and eyes.
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Post by othus on May 17, 2022 18:02:24 GMT
"Ara, maybe you ARE immortal after all"-Tomoe commented upon seeing the Myth soldier power up even more in a final attempt to gain time.
"I know you aim to stall for time, unfortunately, I can't play with you forever."
Musashi took an Iai stance despite not having a blade and took aim at the small army of clones, Yamato who had been attacking the barrier seemingly in vain noticed and pulled Daniel with him, moving away from Tomoe's front as much as possible, Daniel and Yamato jumped behind a desk as the attack unfolded.
"Shit shit shit!!"
-Niten Ichi Ryu: Blade of the Thunder God
Tomoe drew her non existent weapon and the room was filled with light, a thunderous roar followed by powerful gusts of wind akin to a pocket storm emerged as she attacked the Myth soldier at literal lightning speed.
"Now, the barrier...Mia should be done with most of it anyway."-Tomoe said as she materialized back into physical form.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 30, 2022 5:01:56 GMT
-You… can’t… stop…me…- Toramaru raised his arms defiantly, but it was clear the previous detonation had taken a lot out of him, he had gambled and he had lost, as Sid managed to get through mostly unscathed, while his own reserves of Ki and Natural Energy were dwindling.
-I… need… to… save… my… people…- Each word seemed to be painful, as if the sound itself slashed his throat each time it passed through it, he could barely stay standing.
If Sid was vigilant enough he might notice the same similar phenomenon as Norio shown symptoms off, as Toramaru’s eyes gradually got cloaked with a dense black and inky layer.
The energy around Toramaru’s eyes felt really familiar, as if Sid himself knew about it beforehand.
G̵̛̗̫͎͉͍͓̥̺̯̟͛̈̅̿̉̈́̊̀̕͜͝o̶̢͎̖̬͆̈͒̏̍͒͗̋̓̂͒͘͘͝o̷͖̩͕̗̍̈́̌̏͐̀͆d̸̡̨̨̹̤͉͔͎̔̅́̈́͜,̵̡͖̥̬̼̂ͅ ̶̜̱͓̭̪̘̙͑̑̅͌͜͝g̶̢̭̠̰̘̭̞̠̦̥̥̘̰̼̈́̅̈́̆̎̚͝ơ̶̧̭̻̪̭͖̦͓̹̼̫̅̏͋̃͂͛̄̕͜ͅo̶̰͗d̵̹͕̰̖͓͚̘̥̤̜̰̪̾́̒̓̊̽̎̕͝,̵̢͍̝͔̰͖̮̻̘̟͎̓̀͋̒̐̉̀̈́̆̐̑̐̚͝ ̸̧̡̡̺̱͍̣͚̞̱̲̽̈́͌͌͛̅̇͛̈̿͊̚͜͠ÿ̴͚͎̟̰̩̺̟̖̺́̈́̍̍̋͂̔͘͠ō̷̻̼͓̤̞̥̇̎͂̈̏̉͝ͅȕ̶̪̈́̉̌̊̃̈̂̏͐̈́̚͠͝ ̷̧͍͈̞̞͇͔̤̾͛̾̀͗͛̌͌̏̊͗̕k̸̢̛̛̥͉̮̺̲̻̣̫̣̖͛̈́̃̆͒̉̅̓̽͜͠ņ̷̦͕̱̘̊̅̊̀̿̓̈́͌͂̾̀̈́͗͘ͅo̷͍͂̓̏̒̉̏͐͘w̴̧̡̡̨̬͔̗̮̖̣̭̃̀͆̎͌̃̕ ̴̡̛̜̻͉̟̠͉͚̙͖̃͛̃̀́͜͝w̶̧̮͓̳͚̥̘͘͜h̴͓̃͆͗́͋̽̓a̴̧̩̮̣̮̝̲̞͓͈͈͚͎̍̂̇̑́̀̌͜͠ţ̶̣̝͇̬̱̪͔̙͕̱̀̿̍̐̐͂̌̃̅̀̀̓̚̚ ̷̢͔̹͕̤̘̻̜̣̤̝̮͉̯̉͒̉͆͊͆̈͒͛̅͐̐͘̕I̷͎͎͉͔̘̟̪̻͉͆̈́̓͊͆̃͊͂́̿̾͛̐̉ͅ ̵̖͎͇̟̹̥̻͕͈͊̕͜ͅͅạ̴̧͇̣̮̊͆̇̌́̎̍̇̾͝m̶̰̬̹̣͔̱̖̫̫̳͎̰̽̋͜.̵̛͖̈͊̈̉͊̋.̷̢̛̙͚̗̜̫̮̗̱̯͓͆̄͊̈̿̐͆̉́͝.̵̲̹̬̗̅͐̃̌
B̸̛̫͎̳͇̬͐̾̉̄͒̑̂͐͘͝͠ụ̷̡̼͉̖̥̩͒́̓̈́͗̈̈́̀̒̐̓̿̍͝t̸̨̩̮͓̩̖͚̪͎͉̄̂ ̷̧͔̳̖̱̬̲̅̓̓̽̀͜ͅt̶̡̛̗̖̬͎̩̲̬̜͕̪̆̿͊̐̚͠ḫ̷̨̯͉̤̼̭̮̱̅̿̄͗͆̕͜͜ë̵̱̟̜̺́͝ ̶̨̖̻̭͉͊͐̅͂̉̿̾̅͂̓̃͗̐̈ͅm̵̡̝͉̳͎͎̬̹͊̅͐̌͒̓͊̈́͝ͅo̷͖̺͔̬̦̥̻̱͓͔̯͕̤̅̍͗̓͂̆͂͒͗̊̐̚͝ș̵̨̦̞̖̟̫̱͈͎̈́̃͆́́̉͠t̵̡̤̺̬̭̱͎̻̣̫̥̯͙̃̓͐̒̌̆̈̏͗̈́̀͠͝ ̷̢̡̖̤̯͉̟̭̗̀̃̍̀͝i̵̫̅͒͛̈̊̎m̵̺͓̮͕̘̓p̶̯͕̦͘ó̵̞͊̀̑̋̎̚͠r̷͉̹͚̲̈́̚t̸̙̉̿̇̂̄̉̉̈́͆̿̋̇̌a̷̹̟̓̒̿̕ṉ̷̩̱͙̹̞͙̔͗̐̇̄̀̿͊͘͘t̶̜̬̰̻͈͖̲̤͖͋̍̃̈́̈ͅ ̸̮̻̣̩̜̦̌̏̓̈̈́̆̓̆̐̚͜͜q̸̡̜͚̝̭͙̹̬͎̹̻͈͚̐ù̷̲̺̟̺͆̊̈́́̉͛͊́̃͑ę̴̡͇̗̟̺̾͋̌̋̏́͂́͝s̸͉̰̩̺̳̰͉͍̤̘̟͈̥͎͐̾̄̀̈́̿ṯ̷̉̿̔̓ǐ̴̪̰̭̲̌̓̏̌o̵̧̗̻̞͎͇̤̎̍̽̅̇̅͋͜͝ͅņ̴̠͕͉̅̀ ̵̘͔̣͎͉̥̺͚̠͙̜̰̦̑̾͑̃̉̉̔̐͌͊͆i̴̢̘͇̖̥̼̰͚̝͓̩̺͆̾͋͒̎̓͘s̸̡̙͉̻̠͚̼̫͈̣̼̄̏́̉͛̄̓͂̈́.̸̧̬̞̒́͆̏̄̈̏͆͂̋̕͠.̸̲̼̯̩̰̹̲̝̋̓̊̚͜.̷̧̛̗͚̲̣͔̼͎͉̗̯͂̊̊̇͛̒͗̂́̄̀
H̷̡͚̗̦̹͖̳͖̫̺͖͗̔͂̍͌͌̃͐͂͘͝͝ơ̷͉̹̹̙͕̆̌̈̈ŵ̵̮̰͖͂ ̵̯̳̻͍͕̜͙̪͕̀̽̀̾͝ͅm̸̧̨̨̛̼̯̭̘͕͓͔̈́̏̈́̈͐̂ư̵̹̪̦̼̤͇̟̝̼̿̈́͑̀̆̈́̏c̶̫̠̲͚͔̙̦̫͙͇̩̣̅͗̆̃̉͐̚͠h̷̢̡̜̬̞͕̟̜̪̫̞̪̑̃̈́̕͘͝͠ ̵̜̦͍̲̫̫̳̠͓͉̖̓͑͗̇͋̒̓͒̚͝ḁ̴͉̘̪͕̈́̔̏̒͗͋̈́̿̆̆̀̌̈̕ŗ̸̈́͗̋́̈̔͐͒͒͌͂͝͝e̴̡̨̡̠̲͖̺̺͓̍͛̉̅̆͗̓͒̈́̃̚̕ ̵̪̜̤͐̽̽͠͝ỷ̵̥̥ọ̵̧̨̧̗̠̮̥͎̰̋̃̔̔̀̃͑̒̎̆̈́̍̚͠u̷̹̠̪̲̞̿̋̍́̋̃̎͌̆̽͝ ̴̭͎͉̜͇̎̿̈́́̊̄͜͝w̷̨̛͎̗̺̖̖͉̬̪͋̏́͛̎̏̐͐̽͝i̸̼͆͆̃̂̿̇ĺ̷̡̞͍̼͓̼͈͕̠͍̤͊̊̌̅̓̾̒ͅl̷̳͈̞̠͍̼̓̾̀̂͆͌̊̓̌̀͘͠ǐ̷̢̤̓̈́͆́̑̽͛̚͝ņ̵̙͇̂͂̚͠g̷̛̦̳͔̬̝̮̣̉̑̎͊̽́̄͘͘͝ ̸̛̛̞̜̯̭͙͓͚̤͕͌͐̀̋͋͒̊͠ͅt̴̢͕̟͎́̈́̀̅̑͝ơ̶̬͍̯̮̥̫̇̇̓͋̏̏̏̿͜ ̸̢̖̦̩͆̈́͛̇͊̾͋̀͒̈͜͝p̷̧̥͉͌̈ā̷̢̙̤͑̿̀ẙ̴̪̊͒̾͆̄̽͒̆̌̚͘ ̸͖̳̭͚̪͍̜͇̒̍̈́͂̊̊̓̈́̀̍̄̍͊͠f̷̝̮͔͎̔͛̌̆͝͠o̸̰̰͚͒̃͊͒̔͗̌͘r̷̖̱̩̜͕͈͗̃̽͗͘ ̶͕͈̙̼͙̺͍̘̞̯͖̐̀̇̆̽̔͋̍͜t̶̼͍͖͇͉͛̑̏̊̃͗̿̄̈́̽̊ḩ̷̗̬̞̞̫͔͍̲̼̀̄̉̚͘͝e̶͔̻̠̘̬̳̮̬͌̀̋̑̉͆̏͗̈͜ ̷̛̩̙̰͈̩̭̤̭͕̲͔͓͚̅̓̋̊́͂̐͒̕͝ͅi̸̹̝̘̜͈̖͑̎̆̿́̆̉͂͆̈̆̚n̶̡̛̤̖͙̞̟̺͈̞͙͓͈̗̏̄̿̅̽̊̉f̵̢̘̗͚̞̙͈͙̳̣̆̎͐͠ô̴̢̨̧̱̪̱͉̭̮̺̯̍̉̓̈́̏̓̄͘̕r̴͔͓̯͔̣͗͂̉̈́̏͌̄̕͝m̷̡̯͎̜͇͔̖̑́͋̒͊͗̉̋à̷̢̩̬͚̦̭̖̪̥̯̻̞̔ţ̴̢̳̝̘̯͝i̷̦͌̓͛̓͂͛̈́͌o̴̹̰̗͠ͅn̷̛̦͎̱͎̱͂̈́̇̃͌̂̏ ̴͕̖̺͂̾͂͆̚y̷̗̥̍̈́́̚̕ö̶̡̡̨̢̠̱͍͎͍̱͍͉̳́̓́̓̈́͌̓̈̅̑̀̚͠u̶̡̡͕̺̭̺̪̲͙̯͍̺̭͓̍́̒͆̑͑͆͗͊͌͘͝͝ ̷͙̪͔̩̳̳̟͚̤̰̞̤͕͎̽͆̆́̎́̎̐̉͌̉̆̌͘n̴̡̮̯͔̭͖̒̋́̀̚ȩ̶̢͉̪̰͚͔̺͕͇̈̉̇̍̐̃͌̄̈̄̌̌͜͝͝ę̶͙͊̈͆̓̍̔͗͘d̵̨̤͖͔̼̫͇̥̦̹́́̓̃̍͗͗͛͂̐͒́͜͠͝ͅ?̵̟̱̤̮͖̖͍̘̗͚͚̐̊͒̐́̽̈͂̂̓̚ͅ
The disembodied digital voice sounded pleased with Remilia’s guess and wanted to offer her something important, something vital. “Sunday Punch” is a term from Boxing, an abbreviation for “A punch that knocks the target to the next Sunday”.
Many boxers never throw such a perfect knockout blow in their careers, even the ones known for their punching power.
But the gods of the sweet science smiled with their half missing mouths down on Eve Harper, as all the different requirements for an optimal fist to the face rained upon them like the blessings of the boxing deities.
Daigoro, stunned and dazed after the combination of several attacks was limpingly, yet swiftly, falling towards her after bouncing against the techno-mystical barrier protecting Minister Hou and his chin was free real state.
Eve wasn’t particularly strong, at least not compared to any of the heavy hitters in the room, but she had one advantage, her metallic skeleton, which locked into perfect place as she threw her haymaker, hoping for the best.
The angle of her punch followed her body and reached to the floor, essentially turning her whole body into a makeshift girder, that made contact with the chin of Daigoro at the perfect spot.
It was lights out of the Oni, as Eve’s burning fist connected forcing his neck to turn further than it physically should.
The effect was instantaneous, as Daigoro’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his whole body collapsed into a pile of limp limbs on the floor, like a puppet whose strings had been cut cleanly in one single slash.
Morgan’s attack connected with ease, Daikichi being too distracted to take any defensive measures against it
The obsidian tendrils proded and pricked until they found weaknesses to exploit, piercing through weakened patches of skin and open wounds, expanding inside the body of Daikichi, causing internal damage to the Oni.
The spikes exploded from the inside out, forcing more burning blood out and alongside it a desperate howl of pain rushing out through Daikichi’s open maw, which proved to be a huge mistake, as it was only another entry point for the tendrils.
The spikes pierced the inside of the Oni’s mouth and throat, killing the scream of pain, turning it into a whimper.
The clones of Houzi exploded by the sheer wind pressure of Tomoe’s attack, only the closest ones actually felt the real impact of it, yet all of them exploded nonetheless.
But if all of them exploded that meant one thing.
Houzi wasn’t among them, as he used the horde of clones to distract Tomoe, readying himself for a gamble.
The golden clouds of smoke of his clones obscured his movement, as he rode them, like clouds, up the tall ceiling and stealthly positioned himself over Tomoe.
The moment her attack ended he was already dropping down, while she broke her stance after it he summoned 4 clones, two that propelled him downwards and two more to use as human shields.
-FOR SHINWA-MURA!- He roared gathering the energy powering his body, not Ki or Natural Energy, but something else, something beyond most comprehension, but quite well known to Tomoe.
Houzi’s skin glowed golden as he dropped like a torpedo towards Tomoe, ready to bet everything on a very complex stratagem.
He knew he wouldn’t get her, even with this surprise attack, she was too fast, but he could react to an incoming attack if he knew it was coming and after facing her he knew it would come.
The Myth Soldier preparations were three fold.
First, his tail, elongated through his meager shapeshifting powers, not even close in power and precision to his mythical counterpart, was firmly attached to one of the ceiling support beams.
Second, the two clones that threw him down to speed his descent, were ready to pull from the tail the moment he needed to avoid the attack, like a giant humanoid yo-yo.
Third, the two clones below him would serve as a smoke-screen to hide his movement as he would drop down after avoiding the surely incoming counter-attack, plus they blocked her view of her other two clones and his tail.
Houzi wanted to hit Tomoe with all the energy he could muster, focused on a single axe kick. He was sure it wouldn’t kill her, but if he could at the very least injure her, or hinder her until the barrier fulfilled its purpose, then he would’ve won, as it was obvious Tomoe was the most dangerous person in the building.
All the attacks from different sources reached the barrier in waves, hitting it from every angle, trying to deplete Minister Hou’s energy before its nefarious purpose would be completed.
Insects, swords, snakes, bullets and even ice attacks of an enraged Subaru Yukishiro, who snapped out from his grief and launched a torrent of glacial winds, collided against the swirling barrier.
Each second seemed to age Hou decades, turning him from an old man into a skeletic wretch, barely looking human anymore. His sunken eyes and toothless mouth curled into a grim grin.
With impossible reserves of strength he twited the staff one more time, his arms falling apart as he did, but he didn’t complete the rotation, only doing part of the final step of the plan, thanks to the unified attacks of all the guests and staff.
As his body crumbled, cracks began to appear in the body of his bodyguard, the Fullmetal Monk. The energy contained by the staff, reaching a critical mass, needed to find a way to exit from the core of the android.
The barrier began to crack like glass, as beams of light pierced through it in a caledoiscopycal display of lights and sounds. A large detonation shook the floor as the energy tornado dispersed, incapable of containing the power of the blast, even if it wasn’t at full power.
The blast of light didn’t seem to have any force behind it, as a curtain of shimmering particles erupted from the epicenter, behaving more like a fluid than anything else, moving like a wave the slid over the floor, expanding towards the corners of the room, as if it was looking for something and covering as much area was the best way to find it.
Most people wouldn’t notice a thing, but anybody with any slight deviation of their dimensional signature, as in people who regularly travelled between dimensions or visited other world, would feel a slight tingling on their skin.
Garo, who wasn’t among the affected, stood up, looking around trying to see the flow of the particles and their direction. Soon it was obvious where they weere going.}
-THE DOOR! IT’S GOING FOR THE DOOR!- The Veteran Archer shouted, pointing at the main entrance they used. Whatever this was, it was attempting to reach the portal that transported them to this dimensionally isolated conference room.
The high ranking members of the JHWAB still standing looked at each other, realizing that it wasn’t the only exit and before saying anything both Yukio and Subaru rushed towards the backstage, to check their secret emergency exit.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 1, 2022 3:31:11 GMT
Dranten did not respond to Sid. His systems were rebooting, leaving what little of his mind was still human completely cut off from the world, making its own reality. The cyborg dreamed. Ava, however, was up, fixing her headscarf as she stood. She kept her distance, however, wary of another explosion. She didn’t know what Toramaru was talking about. Were the onis in trouble? That was what these Japanese djinni were called, right? She looked to Sid for his lead. He was older, and he seemed to know Toramaru.
Eve’s fist didn’t quite work like a human’s, for the simple reason that she didn’t have bones. A human punching with a broken fist would have their strike weakened, much of the force absorbed by the flexing bits of bone. In Eve’s case, her damaged metal crumpled into a smaller surface, compacting her fist into a solid hunk of metal. It was like swinging a mace. The rest of the matter was, of course, simply luck, but Eve didn’t know that. “Did you see that, Aria!? I just punched out an oni!” Eve cheered. Before she could gloat further, a wave of nausea passed through her. Something had just gone horribly wrong. She didn’t know why she had felt that way, but to put it simply, Eve wasn’t just somebody who had hopped dimensions a few times. The laboratory of Dr. Lazarus was still fresh in her mind, but that wasn’t what caused such a strong reaction in her body. Eve was born on earth, but her flesh was that of Warden, a creature from universes long gone and far away. “Well if it’s trying to leave, we don’t let it!” She tried to draw her makeshift gun, but she realized after a moment that her hand couldn’t unshape itself from a fist. “Oh, that ain’t good.” Ophiochus felt the same effects as soon as the first of his gnats touched the light, and it was too much. His cohesion, already overtaxed, failed. He seemed to explode in a flurry of dark shapes, a cloud of moths, wasps, biting flies, and other flying insects scattering while scorpions, centipedes, lizards and snakes tumbled to the floor. They only added to the chaos in the room, scattering for whatever cover their species preferred most without any hint of a greater intelligence directing them. This state of chaos only lasted an instant, however, and soon some of the swarm was finding a goal. The fastest lizards and centipedes ran, followed by quicker insects in the air. They tangled together, building upon one another in a growing, living, squirming mound, until they formed the vague shape of a humanoid torso sticking from the floor in front of the exit. Ophiochus couldn’t speak, but he screamed at the light with a thousand angry voices, the sounds that wasps make when they promise your death and the chittering of centipedes crawling through bones.
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Post by othus on Aug 13, 2022 2:41:30 GMT
For the first time in the encounter Tomoe lifted her arm to block. The axe kick was intercepted by her forearm, properly deflecting the attack.
"I actually felt that"-Tomoe said with a smile.
As much as the attack had an actual effect on Tomoe, the difference in hierarchy was still too large to overcome. Tomoe was Empress of the Shinto, while Houzi was still a far cry from the Monkey God.
"I suppose you are about on par with my daughter? then again, it's difficult to measure strenght at your level"
The dimensional interference did not go unnoticed by Tomoe, she could feel it on her skin, their objective was quite probably getting rid of them all right here. Knowing this, however, did not motivate her to do more than she already did. After all, it had been a while since things got this interesting on earth...
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 13, 2022 20:20:03 GMT
The digital ghost, her best interpretation for the phenomenon she was interacting with, seemed satisfied with her answer. But then it offered to sell her some important information.
"Information... About what is going on?" She asked, unsure if that's what it was referring to. That was rather valuable info. But unfortunately...
"I do not have a lot of money. And I am unwilling to participate in illegal activities. Do you have a trade you'd like to propose?" Well, it's not like a digital ghost would need some actual money. A favor that doesn't make her break the law would be fine, or so she thought. But breaking the law was not something she would willingly do. --- Morgan's spikes stabbed and prodded until they found soft flesh. Even with a pierced throat, he wasn't sure if the tough Oni was dead. He opted to keep the spikes in place regardless. If he was, the spikes would prevent bloodloss while leaving room enough to breathe. If he wasn't, leaving him like that didn't matter anyway.
Then something flashed and his attention was drawn to his body. A strange tingling sensation overcame him as he too had done his fair share of slipping between dimensions and various timelines. He whipped around and saw Garo pointing to where the culprit was apparently running. But he also saw his boss scattering into a mass of insects and reptiles. Unfortunately, his job took priority here. He used black constructs to push and carry the critters into the coalescing mass to speed up Ophiochus's restoration.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 25, 2022 5:23:47 GMT
After all the fighting that occurred, Toramaru appeared to have gone down. Sid cocked his head slightly when he mentioned wanting to ‘save his people’. What could he possibly mean by that?
“Oh come on, dude…just talk to us. Bah…” Sid could see this was going nowhere. However, when Toramaru began to grow inky black eyes, he began to pay closer attention. For some reason, the energy coming from this felt…familiar. Where had he felt this before?!
And then it dawned on him. Several years ago, in Osaka…he felt a strange presence in one of the strongest people he’s ever met. A man powered by hatred. Behind that strange energy…there was this tinge of energy that seemed familiar to this one.
“Uuuuh…hey, can you like…scan this guy’s body or something? Dude’s not doing too well!” Sid asked Dranten, noticing Ava looking at him and flashing a casual smile, followed by a thumbs up. “Hey, thanks for the help back there. Don’t worry, we’ll help this dude out and get stuff back under control.” He tried to reassure. Sid didn’t want one of his juniors to stress over this if she couldn’t change things.
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In the chaos surrounding the barrier, Aria’s ears perked up when a female voice shouted across the room.
“Did you see that, Aria!? I just punched out an oni!” The voice called. Aria glanced over to see that the statement was accurate, and looked over the woman. As president of the HWIC, Aria interacts with dozens of people each day, and knows hundreds of important Hidden World people by heart.
She wasn’t one of them. “That’s impressive, thank you!” Aria called back, knowing if this woman is present in this room, she must have some status in the Hidden World. Best not to burn a bridge. Turning back to the barrier, the man had grown ancient, and a ray of light burst forth. Neither Aria nor Mia felt much, for Aria was entirely human, and Mia’s powers came from outer space.
However, when it was pointed out that the particles were going toward the exit, Aria’s eyes widened. “Mia!” She called out, the knight summoning glass particles under her feet to send herself rocketing toward the exit.
“I hope this works!” She said, pointing her sword near the exit and building a wall of her reflective glass. If these particles weren’t cosmic enough to pass straight through, they should bounce off and be stopped from doing whatever nefarious thing it was attempting.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 27, 2022 2:28:21 GMT
A pool of black ink formed under Toramaru, pouring out his eyes, nostril and mouth, oozing and bubbling while releasing a disgusting smell. The Half-Oni was out cold, his eyelids and body twitching intermitently.
Dranten scan would pick up a strange resonance coming not just from the ooze, but also from further away, back with the group. Whatever this strange energy signature was, it wasn’t present only in what affected Toramaru, but also from Sid and two more individuals, further back.
I̴̢̛̳̗͕̖̗̰ ̵͍̠̫̀̔̃͌͆͊͝j̵͖͙̆̃ǘ̴̧̮̃̀͑̕ͅş̴̤̺̲̀̓t̶̡̰̖͈̭̣͑̊͝ ̵̧͔̙̣̹̠̠͋̓̒̅̉͝͝n̸̨͙͙͎̫̹̹̉͒́̏͋̂̚ě̶̥̤̜̗͊͗̈́e̵̪̝̲̱͖͉̋̚ḑ̷̛̤̜̝̘̺̈́̌ ̸̲̺̞̳̇̐a̷̢̻̰͒̎ ̵͉̞͔̥̪́͆̉̈́f̶̳̺̖͕̥̼̏̈́́a̷̡͔̥̩͛͑̈́̈́̚͜v̷̨̥̮̜͉̯͈̾̀̍͂͝ǒ̷̡̖̟̤̎r̶̲̖̹͙͓̥͂̉ ̶̗̟͒̄̍̒́̃̂ ̴̱̽̾̌͒͠P̸̛̩̺̌̄̈̃͒͝ā̷̧̛̳͔̜͑̉̓t̷̘̝̳̠̣͖͚̃̇̃̂̐c̵̨̛͙̙̙̣̠̭̆̋̆͝͝͠h̶̨̢̰͍̭̮̭͂̍͊̊ ̵̨̘̘̈́͋̅̚͝͝m̴̨̘̫͕͈̒̊̌̀͘e̸̞̟̥̊̏̈́́͂̕ ̷̲̘͙̬̝̰̤͊̓̐t̵̰̯̽̔͒̍͋ͅo̴̤̮̤̳̭̗̊̏̐ ̴͕̯͍̱̮͇̿͒́́͒͝t̴͉͓̗́͒̒͝ḫ̵̯͚̱̃̈̈́͒͜i̷̧̱̳̫̹̣̻͌̉s̵̹͚̘̭̮̥̄̆̈́ ̶̡̬̞͍̬̥̈b̷̡͙̲̻̙̬͇̓ų̴͕̺̩̖͇̉́̓̀̐͑i̴̛͇̩͗̇̿͌͠͠l̸̳̍̀͊̎̓̚ď̵͔̪͖̓̀̕í̵̭̤͠ń̵̪̜͖͉̈́g̶͚̥̳̝̥̑̃̽̇̔͋͘,̶̫̗̩̞̳̓̑̔̓͆͘͝ ̸̬̗̹̟̤̭͝ ̷̢͈͚̼̰̥̍̄̕͠s̷͚̲̍͑̈́̄̕͘o̴̥͍̻̰͖̘͚͑̍̍͊̾͆͝ ̶͙͚͇̰̟͌Ỉ̸̧͇̳̀̃͋̀͗ͅ ̵͉͂̑̍̆̏̓̕c̷̣̭͓͗̉ą̷̺̘͈̞͍̦͂ń̵̢͌͑̔ ̴̛͎͙̥͖̿ͅs̷̢͚̣̺̙̄̈́̅͒͜ȅ̵̡̖̰̬̳̆́̃̾̅ĕ̴͎̱̩̘̊͂̓̅͆ͅ ̵̨̛̦̬̙͍̹͆͘ţ̷͕̰͗̓̂̈́̀̉̈́h̷̛͚̦̪̬͉́͂͘̕e̷̹͆͒͘̕͝͠ ̵̨͖͇̙̱̣̌̓͊̓̕c̶̗̤̙̥̈́̀̇a̸͎̫̹̰͓̲̅̂̚m̷̰̠͙̗̮̣̰̔ę̶̘̲̗̠̙̎́̋ͅr̴̡͙̙̬̬͊ą̴̨͚̍̓̉s̶͎̕.̴̡̳̊͒̊͆ ̷̯̪͙̟̩̿̓̒̅̌́͐ ̴̧͉̿̋̊̔̑̐̀I̷̢̨̪̜̖̠̗͒̀̏'̷̛̫̻̝͙̉̊l̷̛̩̤̗͎̋̀̒͌͝ļ̴͕̭̳̂̓̑͝ ̶̠̬̋̈̾b̴͓̙̬͓̱́͌ͅe̵̻̹̘̓͑͝ ̸̨̱̦̙͔̊͌͌͠a̵̧̝̟̥̠̹͓͗̆̊͊b̵̗͊͒͒̇̐l̶̙̱̰̞̊e̶͈͊̋̽̓͝ ̶̧̧̥͉͎̰̮͒̍̇͋̅ţ̷̧̛͎̘̥̹͊̇̃̋̍͐o̴͍̐̀̀̋̈́̃ ̵̛͎̦͋̂̽̑̆͠ĥ̸̤̦̲̈́̑e̵̜͍̜̹̽l̸̞̥̟̜͑p̷̠̣̞̫̮͌͊͝ ̴͕̻̞̞̙̌̒̈́̐̄̀y̶̖̋̆ơ̵̪͗̕u̵̢̲̺̼̥̻̼̇̋̉̇͒̈́͘ ̷̛̹̟̫̭̮̟͇͛͆̍͐͘͝i̶̛̲̥͈̠͗̈́̐̕͝͝f̸̬̟̤̜̙̤͈̓̔̐̐͊͘ ̴͓̠́̈́y̶̟͓̤͎̭͆̔o̵̥̜̓̏́͋͒u̶͈̦̩͖̜̓͗̿̍͘̕.̸̠̣̮͍́͊̈́̆͘
The strange voice replied directly inside her head, just asking for local access to asses the situation. Maybe that was the only thing he wanted, or maybe it had a darker intent behind, but there might not be enough time to save Norio if Remilia waited.
The energy wave released by the suicide attack by Hou and his bodyguard had reached the main door, passing below it and through every possible orifice. Even Mia’s attempts to stop it were useless.
A loud noise echoed in the room, almost like a violin string made out of diamond snapping, but incredibly larger and with a healthy dose of crystaline echo.
Eien no Ha rushed to check the door, opening it after launching one of the staff members away, as he attempted to block his path with a single back-hand.
The remaining echoes in the room were suddenly sucked away as the Living Blade opening the door. Utter blackness was the only thing he could peer into, with a single source of light.
A tattered crystaline fabric, which before was connecting this door with a distant point of light was corroded by the energy wave released by the terrorist attack. Without it to anchor it to reality this room and everything inside would drift into nothingness.
The room they were in was seemingly floating inside some kind of black void, a pocket dimension created by advanced omnyojutsu of the highest caliber, capable of creating barriers strong enough to push dimensional boundaries and generate new ones.
Very few practicioners were capable of such a feat, while only one or two could actually able to create a stable room for so long. One of them was Roshi, of course, who did this one.
-THIS IS BAD-DE GOZARU!- The Living Blade roared as he attempted to extend his arm beyond the doorway.
At first it didn’t seem to do anything, but without any notice his arm was distorted into grotesque shapes, causing him to let out a bellow of pain as he retracted the arm, which returned to its natural shape.
The Living Blade fell on his ass, grabbing his arm and looking at it in shock, as if his brain couldn’t accept the sight he just saw.
The Dimensional Gap seemed to be quite agressive to any matter that didn’t belong originally to it, except for anything inside the barrier created by Roshi, which looked more or less like a Tesseract. With a small chamber in the middle, anchored to the corners of another space.
The distant point of light, the exit back to the real world should be getting further away, but somehow they were locked in place, not moving away, but there was a strange vibration all over the room, barely a tingle, but anybody interdimensionally attuned would feel it and understand what it was.
They were in a mystical submarine trapped inside the depths of an interdimensional ocean with no engine, no captain and the pressure would sooner or later crush them into a ball, tighter than Eve’s crumpled fingers.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 29, 2022 3:41:58 GMT
Ava blushed at how casually Sid addressed her. He was showing her concern? She was glad she had her mask, for once. Nodding along, she decided to leave things to him and backed away from the rapidly-spreading puddle of ink. If that’s what it was. God, that was rank. Could ink go bad? Finally, what Sid was saying reached Dranten’s rebooting system. “Danger acknowledged. Scanning.” His tone was flat, his eyes empty, but he was beginning to stand.
“Readings similar to Norio Bushitora. Residual traces… indicate similar power sources in two individuals back with our group.” His human mind was beginning to wake up and catch up with his computers, and swiftly he had a course of action. “Apologies. This requires further examination. You are strong, Sid Renen. You can handle this alone.” With the data collected over the course of the fight and what he knew of the two, he calculated Sid had a 86.822 percent chance of victory if all factors remained the same. He put his hands together and fired off his engines, pushing himself backwards down the hallway. The cyborg slid to a stop at the end and turned head head to face the others. “Norio Bushitora’s condition appears to have spread. Allow me to scan you.”
“She talks like she doesn’t even know me. Well I’ll show her up, just wait till-” Eve’s train of thought after being brushed off by Aria was interrupted by the sound of the universe breaking. With a grunt, she threw herself over the row of chairs to drop down to the ground floor. She peered into the abyss, hoping her vision, more comparable to an eagle’s than a human’s, could at least get a bead on how far away reality was. She wasn’t the only person scouting the abyss. Ophiochus was smoldering with rage, tossing tiny gnats and wasps into the void with little care for whether they could survive it or not. Why not? His whole self would be gone soon anyway, and all for some power play that had nothing to do with him!
“If I were complete, oh, they would pay. I would shatter this puny dimension and then lay waste to whatever country they call home, just to remind everybody who I fucking am!” He seemed to be having a hard time putting himself back together properly. He stood hunched, a writhing mass of arthropoda and reptilia. Centipedes formed a drooping fringe of tendrils where his mouth should be and a multitude of beetles appeared to be trying and failing to form wings on his back. 6 angry lights glowed under the mass of roaches and moths forming his face, seemingly random in distribution. “Argghhhhhh! Morgan! Morgaaaaan! Do something about this!” A lizard’s tail acting as a finger pointed in Morgan’s general direction.
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Post by othus on Jun 9, 2023 5:35:08 GMT
"Well, it looks like we're stuck here for good until someone comes to rescue us... and that's gonna take a while," Tomoe said, sheathing her nonexistent sword.
"A while? We don't even know if we'll ever get out!" Yamato replied to Musashi, his tone filled with worry, far more so than her boss.
"At least we're still alive. If it wasn't for the old man, we'd be nothing but paste by now," Daniel chimed in, sitting down and pondering if there was anything they could do.
"Maybe there's a way we can communicate with the exterior somehow? Someone here must have that kind of ability, right?" Daniel's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, hoping to find a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows. The realization of their dire situation began to sink in, casting a pall of uncertainty over their thoughts.
"It's like we're caught in a web, waiting to be devoured. How did we end up in this mess, anyway?"- Yamato wondered outloud.
Musashi scoffed. "It doesn't matter how we got here, dear. What matters is how we get out...I guess asking Roshi to move this whole thing out is a stretch"
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