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Post by Celeh on Nov 21, 2014 11:44:25 GMT -5
The Manhunter's words meant little to her if he didn't have answers for her questions. She smiled at him as he and the boy got into a skirmish. The boy was much stronger than she was, and still the Namekian was able to push him away with a fair deal of ease considering the boy's power. So the Namekian thought he was Celeh's executioner? No...if any cause was to blame for her death, whenever it came, it would be the death that she chose. Right now she wasn't certain of how she would live, but she was certain that she'd find a way not to die. As the boy went crashing through a building she didn't bat an eye. She called out to the boy, though, "A battlefield is no place for someone as young as you. Don't curse yourself to this life at such a young age. It's not a life you can easily walk away from. Besides, this is between me and the Namekian. You don't have the experience to handle an opponent like him, even if you do have the power. Shut up, sit back, and pay attention!"
It's true that up until now the boy had been the cause of each decisive blow she'd stricken, but Celeh had been at a disadvantage from the beginning due to the gap in power between herself and Naitram. "If you want to be my executioner so badly, come try. But you'd better know that compared to Ninjin and Akassa, I'm not even a challenge. I've fought with them both. Give up your mission to exterminate the royal family. I'm no longer their guardian, but that doesn't mean I'm not their friend." She began to walk slowly toward the Namekian. For fighting an enemy much stronger than her, she was eerily calm. Her resolve wasn't unfounded. She had new goals. In the blink of an eye, her outlook on life had shifted and her goals changed. No longer was it enough to just be adequate as a soldier. No longer was it acceptable for her to work toward someone else's goals or wishes. Now she would live by her own standards...and thrive for a new goal. She would carry the weight of her own existence instead of pawning it off on someone above her.
She stopped her forward approach as the Manhunter rose to his feet after the young man's assault. She glanced over at the building where the boy had been sent flying, and then looked back to the assassin. "Are you ready?" She waited long enough for him to speak before throwing a simple, straight jab toward his chest. She expected him to either block or catch the blow. She intentionally threw the punch a bit slower than her full speed to throw him off when she came in with her second attack. It would disrupt his timing to some extent. She quickly jerked back on the first punch and stepped into the second, throwing another jab at full strength and speed. This one was aimed squared-up with his nose. The first punch wasn't meant to hit, or even to do damage. The second might, though. Offsetting the speed of her blows, but attacking in succession like she was doing now...it was a tactic she'd learned from many fights. Throwing the first punch slower intentionally and then going full speed for the second gave a surprise to one's foe, but it also created the possibility that the opponent may think some sort of speed increasing technique was in use if this manner of fighting was prolonged and used in multiple attacks. Head games were the only advantage she might be able to get over him, so even simple ones like this would need to be attempted to see if she could get an edge.
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Post by Naitram on Nov 24, 2014 20:10:28 GMT -5
The boy was out of the way, his body sent flying into a nearby building. With ease Naitram was back on his feet, flipping up to them as easily as he had driven his feet into the human’s stomach. With a slight exertion of Ki into his bukujutsu he lands without a sound. Running his hands over his chest once to wipe away the dirt, the Namekian seemed quite pleased. Although having taken some hits himself he had recovered well enough, his natural regeneration repairing his body when given time. The two on one had been reduced to a one versus one for the time being, the opponent left one he had met a short time ago on New Vegeta. She would not escape with her life this time.
For a Saiyan this one loved to talk. From his experiences the race was one of few words, but this soldier had a mouthful to say every time she opened her mouth. Calling out her weakness was a tactic he was not familiar with, what was the point really? He had seen and felt the power of both of the elder Hattori children and anyone that could sense energy would easily be able to tell that she was nothing when compared to those two, especially now that Ninjin had reached the level of a Super Saiyan. Cocking his head to the side a little he does let her finish though, rolling his shoulders as she speaks. Let her get out another short monologue, it was not going to do her any good. If she was looking for sympathy for the weak soldier being draw into this war that was beyond her, she was looking in the wrong place. Of course he did not truly understand what was going on within the girl.
Nodding he was ready for her to come at her doom, the soldier wasted no more time. Thank Aon she did not have another speech prepared. Instead she chose to communicate with her fists, driving a simply jab for his chest. Naitram couldn’t believe she was to be so blunt with her attacks. Had her struggle against him on New Vegeta stolen that much of her confidence? With ease he smacks the fist aside before it hits his chest, arm then beginning to lift as he notices her other arm prepping for another jab. As his own arm rose to intercept the strike suddenly sped up, the increase in speed catching him off guard as the jab struck him solidly in the face. Head snapping back from the blow the Namekian lets out a slight groan.
“..foul girl!” Anger creeping into the green man’s voice after taking the blow. Through slightly blurred vision he strikes back. With a quick step forward his left leg lifts, knee aiming to drive into the soldier’s right side. He was going to teach her where she and the Saiyan people belonged in the natural order.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Nov 25, 2014 0:15:20 GMT -5
Lifting himself slowly to his feet, William placed a hand upon a nearby table to steady himself. As his vision cleared he saw the room around him belonged to a child. Where he rest his hand was a drawing table, on which sat several crude pieces of artwork. It felt strange, being on an alien planet and finding something that seemed so… Familiar. Looking around he could not help but see the resemblance to his own childhood room back on Earth, down to the racecar bed.
A framed pictured rested on the multi-colored end table, beckoning to the boy. Raising it to meet his gaze he saw the smiles of a loving family. In them Willie saw his own family. His father, now passed. His mother, slowly declining. His sister, her future increasingly unsure. Watson found himself hoping that the family had escaped. After all he was not there to kill anyone. He was there for information; information which he now possessed.
His job had been fulfilled, and with his obligations met his mother’s health guaranteed. All he had to do was hand deliver everything he learned to the Lord of Alpha Prime himself. However he could not simply leave. Ninjin, though obviously not requiring his help, cared deeply for this saiyan woman. And the boy owed the prince a debt. He would not abandon him nor his companion. Then there were the others. Conri, despite his arrogance was a man with a good heart and intentions to match. Kurosanai… Well he never liked the shmuck anyhow.
Then the mysterious Man. Technically a fellow agent of Zex, though William dared not trust him. Regardless, he had spared the boy on Mor, earning him the same respect. No matter how easy it would be to simply leave them all behind and leave on Sebastian’s ship he could not. Even now he felt the ship’s programming humming through him, like a soft heartbeat in his ears. The connection he made with it through his technarcana abilities was palpable. It beckoned him to come, to leave it all behind. Yet he could not, despite all the evil within the evil Majin, the light within the boy was indestructible.
Placing the picture back gently, he turned to join the fray. However as he did so his legs gave out beneath him, refusing to obey his silent demands. Pushing himself to his knees he tried to stand once more, only to fall hapless to the side, crashing through the child’s table and scattering their drawings. “What is going on?” he said, as if speaking to the legs themselves. Then the situation devolved further, as his legs began to melt. They began to form a black goo and that was when the voice chimed in.
“Boy has failed. Now it Zasham’s turn,” it stated with cold factuality. “No I won’t allow it!” he screamed internally, trying desperately to undo the process which had now reached his waist. Turning to his stomach the boy grasped at the floor, heaving himself towards the gaping hole in the wall his body created moments earlier. Cursing himself for allowing Zasham to mentally sneak up on him, Willie thrashed as his torso began to melt.
The picture, the memories, they had distracted the boy just long enough for the demon to make a play for power. Desperate to remain in control, for everyone’s sake, he grasped at the hole from where he lay on the ground and pulled himself. But as his shoulder liquefied he fell into the puddle beneath him, his arm following. “You have no choice,” the demon stated as William completely disappeared into the dark pool. Then it moved quickly, pouring down a nearby duct until no trace of its shadowy depths remained within the shattered room.
Six flights down it would remerge through the ventilation, oozing from the ceiling, forming a formless body as it did so. Once the last drop had fallen it hardened into the form of the demonic Zasham, the heavy weights transforming into the black bracers worn around his wrists and ankles. A toothy smile tugged at his face, the coals at the center of his fiery eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. Though he could not see the duo, nor them he, he could sense them. Not in the ordinary way most sensed one another in the universe, more like how a predator senses their prey.
“Finally; Zasham devour.” Just feeling their presence made his stomach moan with desire. Lowering his power level as far as he could using his advanced ki suppression, with help from the weights he intentionally kept on, his strength was rendered a mere 305; lower than a majority of the planet’s residents. Opening the door Zasham would dart into the shadows, where he would lurk as he cautiously circled the distracted duo so as to not draw their attention. With his power so low, he doubt they would even sense his presence, or think anything of it should they.
Hiding amongst the shadows, his obsidian body completely obscured, the demon would await the perfect moment. When one was separated from the other, even for a moment, the majin would strike. Then once he had eaten one, he would go for the other. The sick smile still played across his lips as he imagined breaking their bodies down molecule by molecule. Or perhaps the old fashion way? Oh how he loved the crunch of bones between the rows of fangs which filled his mouth.
Finally he was free; free to feast.
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Meanwhile the boy would awaken to a familiar darkness, as all of his senses were blinded once more. No sound, nothing to touch, smell or see. Nothing but the darkness from which Zasham was birthed; the demon’s favorite place to banish the boy. “No, no, no! NOT THIS AGAIN!” he roared, unable to handle his confinement once more.
Charging into the nothing shoulder first he would find a wall that met his force with an equal, but opposite reaction. Flying backwards before landing hard on his ass the boy would let loose another scream, frustration tugging at the very fabric of his sanity. When would the identity crisis be over which plagued this universe be over? When would he be free from the mental games?
“No… Not again…” he whispered to himself as he pulled his knees in close to his chest. No one would hear his screams, or feel his agony. No one but Zasham; and it was but the finest delicacy to the demon.
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Post by Celeh on Nov 28, 2014 19:43:32 GMT -5
Celeh kept her stance after that punch and slowly retracted her fist while Naitram called her foul. What did he expect in fight? To not get punched in the face? She gave a smirk and a chuckle at the Namekian. "You're not very good at this, are you? Then again, Assassins are trained to kill, not to fight." She was either crazy, or a genius. Stoking the flames of his anger would be her victory or her defeat. Either way, she wouldn't change her course from punishing him for attacking her people. His knee came up with blinding speed, and she didn't have time to fully avoid it. She brought her elbow down and her knee up to try and deflect it with both limbs, but she only dulled the impact to her ribs. She grunted and winced as she staggered to the side. But with his one leg up, she reacted quickly and used her tail to try and jerk his other leg from beneath him. She fell forward at the same time, aiming to drive that knee into his gut and that elbow into his chest. With her falling forward and her tail lifting back and up, his fall would be much faster if she succeeded, and he'd be rapidly hit three times. First he'd be jerked to the ground, kneed in the stomach, and elbowed in the chest. After which she'd follow up with a full force headbutt right into his nose.
She didn't try to evade or get away from him. Even if he hurt her, she had to control this fight to win. A little momentum in his favor could mean her immediate end. Even if it crippled her, she had to fight through his brutal counter-attacks and keep him off balance. He was overly confident and he seemed to be getting angry with her. If he lost his focus, it was all the better for her.
Meanwhile she'd forgotten about the boy. he vanished from the battlefield just like she'd hoped for, and now he was nowhere to be seen or heard. It gave her a bit of relief, truly. As strong as he was, William lacked the experience to fight against a murderer like this Namekian. Naitram wasn't to be underestimated, Celeh knew that. But this time she didn't have the Prince to back her up, and unlike a Saiyan, humans weren't raised from birth to battle.
The events of her attack played out like slow motion to her. Her mind had turned up the pace so much that this intense moment moved at a snail's pace in her sight. Her thinking paused and her body worked on pure instinct during this attack. She just followed through with her gut feelings, directed only by the one stern, guiding feeling that she must not leap back, back down, or step away. If he wanted to get a break in the fight with her he'd have to kill her and send her flying.
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Post by Naitram on Nov 30, 2014 23:46:32 GMT -5
The boy was gone, his very power had left the field of battle. For now he was of no mind, the saiyan had to be exterminated but the boy wasn't important. Naitram had been ordered to kill him so he would, tracking down whatever was left of him and finishing the job. But once the soldier in front of him was killed, he paused the thought bringing a small smile to his face, once the soldier was killed he could hunt down the boy who seemed to possess little to no fighting experience at his leisure.
Apparently he couldn't afford to take the saiyan woman for granted as for the second time in the fight her tail caught hold of his leg and brought him to the ground. Her knee slamming down in his stomach driving the breathe from lungs and her elbow met his chest robbing him of the ability to catch it again, finally her forehead slammed full on into his face. He could feel his nose break and begin bleeding, his face contorted into a grimace of pain and his jaw clenched in rage.
How dare she hurt him like this. TWICE! Who did this peasant think she was. What gave her the right to even exist let alone fight. At least the coward boy had the sense to flee. Not that it would do him much good.
Still the tail was what gave her the advantage, she was weaker than him but the extra limb allowed her to press the attack. While he was momentarily stunned he knew he couldn't afford to stay still. Once a fight began movement was life, stillness was death. And he would still the girl now on top of him.
The girl's move had placed her on top of him. Moving quickly he wrapped his arms around her and began to squeeze. She had stunned him but here at the close range his superior strength would give him the advantage. He would squeeze the life from her bit by bit. Still not content with only one avenue of attack anymore he reached out with his telekinesis. With his mind he grabbed ahold of the girl's tail and began to pull. It wasn't enough force to rip the girl from his arms but with his mind he sought to rip the damned tail from her body and thus rob her of an avenue for attack.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Dec 5, 2014 9:54:34 GMT -5
An eerie calm settled in amongst the area; the calm before the storm. Zasham could feel it. But what he felt most was hunger, a harrowing pain in the pit of his stomach. But the demon did understand this endless appetite; he was merely driven by it. The majin was still young, undeveloped and had no understanding of what he was, nor cared. He was maniacally carefree. All he knew was destruction, and hunger.
At the core of the technaracana’s implanted programming was the constant need to assimilate new data and evolve. ‘Data’ being living organisms and machines, ‘assimilate’ being absorb them into himself to be analyzed. But Zasham knew nothing of this, nor did William. The only one who seemed to know anything about the scientifically altered majin was Gunny, a strange older man located on Alpha Prime. But Watson had only spoken to him once before departing on their mission and only time could tell if he would be instrumental in unraveling the mysteries of the monster.
Darting from shadows to shadows, the red in his eyes grew fiercer with every passing moment. Hunger pains wracked his stomach, as his stare grew more desperate. Running his serpent tongue over the razor teeth, he could not stop staring at the assassin. “Zasham never have green man before…” the demon mumbled to itself, as the saiyan girl brought her elbow and knee up to block the namekian’s own knee strike. Meanwhile, within him, another battle raged.
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“I can’t believe I’m stuck in this hellhole again!” the boy roared once more into the empty perpetuating darkness which surrounded him. He was so angry, so frustrated, that he could barely think straight. Again and again he has lost control of his body, to Zasham, to Tycho, and he had grown sick of it. It provided ample self-loathing for his apparent weakness. After all it was entirely his fault, allowing Zasham control again and again, or not being able to stop Tycho from taking over.
“No… No, no, no…” He grumbled as his arms tightened around his knees. The boy had been so close. He had the information, and despite a lot of pain was faring well against the assassin alongside the nomadic saiyan. All he had to do was jack Sebastian’s ship and take off into the stars and he would be free of this insanity. Take it back to Prometheus, have him cure his mother, and relish in a family survived. But now he was a prisoner to the psychotic demon once more.
His mother, his ailing matriarch. Being so close, yet so far from finally saving her burned him. He could feel the fire within as he thought of her, lying in the hospital bed in Zex’s mansion. Safe, for now. The only thing in his way was some sociopathic, scientifically altered, magical demon child. And then of course there was the saiyan girl, not to mention the others. There was no telling what hell he could unleash. Standing, the fire within growing wilder, William had had enough.
With a flurry of hand motions, the boy began unleashing crimson beams in every direction. Little is more depressing then watching streams of light disappear into darkness. But he was determined, sick of being the monster’s prisoner. He picked up the pace; letting out a horrid war cry as he squeezed his eyes shut hard and gritted his teeth. Then William heard a crack, like a rock against a window, then another, the cracks spider webbing out apparently from its origin, until a piece fell. A piece of the darkness. Then more came, until it began to rain darkness.
William was mesmerized, as well as winded, as the glass exploded as it fell, black snow slowly blanketing the cramped room which Zasham always forces him into. As the room fell away, Watson turned to see a familiar sight. Large, round, cocoon like objects, each with a hole through which to see its prisoner’s face. Iishavoh, the bio-android, Lt. Tycho, Belegost’s second in command; each victim who had been absorbed into the demon. There was even the one for young William, which made the boy gulp. The majin had briefly showed him this fate before, and seeing it once more made it all so real.
Staring at the unconscious faces of a murderous biological machine and a proud alien warrior, the boy begins to ponder, "Hmmm..."
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The hunger pains grow stronger with each passing moment as the namekian wraps his arms around the saiyan from the ground, embracing her in a no doubt painful bear hug. To Zasham, it was a steak wrestling a turkey. And his stomach played the same old tune as saliva collects at the corners of his maw. The green man with his funny antennae would be an excellent main course, while the girl a fitting dessert. Within the darkness of one of many buildings surrounding the area of the fight, he fantasized of licking the green man’s bones clean. Then he would have something with which to pick his teeth of the woman.
His midnight hand clenched a short wall within the shade as he peered over it, his tongue dancing across his lips. Without realizing it crushes the section of the wall in his hand, the remnants pouring from his hand like sand as his eyes did not leave the two combatants. “Zasham feed…” he murmured hypnotically as his eyes darted from dinner to dessert, his stomach demanding satisfaction. The perfect opportunity had not yet presented itself, but the demon’s baser instincts would soon take over. It would not be long until he was upon them like a rabid hyena.
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Post by Celeh on Dec 12, 2014 14:38:19 GMT -5
Celeh's plan had, for the most part, been a resounding success. Even though she'd taken hits from a stronger opponent, each time she landed blows on him they were always clear and decisive. More importantly, she landed them unexpectedly from his perspective, which likely had him shaken up. For a brief moment, she believed that her plan had been a success. But shortly after that fleeting though, his arms wrapped around her arms and waist and he began to squeeze with all his might. Her back popped from the initial tension, although it wasn't breaking so easily. She grunted loudly as the tension kept increasing and more and more pressure was focused on her back. It was then that she realized he wasn't trying to break her back, but squeeze the air out of her. The soldier couldn't lift her arms to try and push away or attack him. And she couldn't get enough of a swing in her legs to knee or kick him.
The soldier knew she had to act quickly otherwise she'd be finished. Unaware of what was lurking in the shadows watching the fight, Celeh took it upon herself to make a bold and somewhat desperate move. His grip tightened around her more with each passing moment, so she had only precious seconds to spare. She bent her wrists and fingers inward toward his sides and began charging as much energy for her signature attack as she could into her index finger of both hands. She couldn't do a full Nova Scattershot because the pain wouldn't allow her to focus enough to maintain that much energy. But one Nova bullet from each hand was manageable. Even if she was caught in the blast as well it would be worth it if it could get him off of her. She did have one last ditch effort after the blasts even if they failed. It was extremely desperate, but it might severely injure the assassin if it worked. Without hesitation she fired off both Nova Bullets, each one aimed into the side of the Namekian. And just after releasing them she made what may be her final move.
She lunged forward, aiming to bite Naitram's face or neck, whichever she could get at. Nose, neck, eyes...all were good targets. She'd settle for biting onto the side of his jaw if the pain would get him to release his grasp on her. They say you never know what a cornered beast might do. This is true even for intelligent, sapient species like the two humanoids fighting right now. Naitram's desperation tactic to choke the life out of Celeh, and Celeh's desperate attempt to blow them out of the grapple or just bite Naitram's face were both good examples of that. But which would prevail and which would fail? Only time would tell, but time was short for Celeh, and she needed her answer soon.
OOC:Nova Bullet
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Post by Naitram on Dec 21, 2014 18:30:07 GMT -5
The annoyance was almost over now. His arms tightened and Naitram could feel the girl's back pop and bones begin to strain, a bloodied pained smile lit his face. Just a little more, and he could begin hunting down the boy. Though he had nothing against the child he wouldn't be able to hide from him. The manhunter would find him and kill him fulfilling his orders and earning back his pride that had been lost at New Vegeta. Two more murders and he'd win his way back into paradise...
He had left her no where to run, no room for tricks, it was his power directly against hers. And he would. not. lose.
Suddenly something wasn't right. Naitram's senses were screaming at him, but by the time he realized what was happening it was too late. The soldier had gathered power to her hands, she launched her attack point blank and he felt the energy bullets pierce into him and explode out each side in a wave of blood and gore. Instantly he was thrown off the girl his grip so close to choking the life out of her ruined. Rage boiled inside and as she was ripped from his hands Naitram fired two energy blasts from his eyes hoping to catch the girl at point blank range.
The force from the Nova Bullet threw him back. And rather than fight it Naitram let he force take him back creating some distance between him and soldier girl. The blast threw him back behind a short wall. Pushing himself to his feet his hands fall to his sides attempting to stem the blood flow that was gushing from his guts.
"That girl will suffer before I'm through with her for this." he said between clenched teeth, when his senses picked up something familiar but somehow different.
His head snapping up from his own bloodied stomach he can sense the second of his prey, the boy...or so his energy signature says but something is different...
Without waiting for his eyes to spot the boy to confirm what his senses know he fires two more energy blasts from his eyes at the source of the power. He isn't able to lift his hands from his stomach for fear of bleeding out but that doesn't make him helpless by any stretch
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OOC: Sorry for the delay in response on this.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Dec 22, 2014 0:18:27 GMT -5
Watching the two entrees wrestle made Zasham’s stomach twist and turn. Every ounce of programming and instinct forced him to be still amongst the shadows. Yet he yearned to devour all. They looked so tasty, so delicious, so… Then the demon’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the girl charging energy into her hands. Just as he took a step toward the light the explosion went off, enveloping both morsels. A growl permeated the majin’s throat at the thought of dead prey. They were far less appetizing than living ones.
Though the saiyan girl was lost to the blast, the black imp saw the exotic green man fly back from the smoke and clear over a low wall. If one were to look back upon the demon they would find nothing. Zasham was already leaping from shadow to shadow toward the last location of his prized meal, gone as soon as he had exited the debris cloud. It was in his nature, and design, to feed. A majiin’s endless hunger was key in the technarcana’s creation. It is said that majin was created to be the most powerful being in the universe, or to become so if not.
By assimilating others they become strong, intelligent and mature. They could topple a mightier warrior by adding them to the legion within, thus becoming the mightiest. The technarcana was science’s attempt to improve upon that system. Combining magic and machine allowed it to effectively use what it absorbed. Breaking down and analyzing anything magical, technological or organic, taking its secrets, and storing its knowledge. Thus the insatiable hunger drove its evolution.
Despite his weakened state, sporting several holes in his body, the namekian was wise to the monster’s approach unleashing several bursts of his coveted eye beams. Dipping and diving from shade to shade allowed him to dodge the majority of the attacks, which went on to explode upon impact with the nearby infrastructure. However two stray shots found purchase, each leaving perfectly circular holes through the majin. Using the debris from the beam fueled explosions as cover the majin advanced upon his prey.
Even with the weights still on, something the creature was unable to even comprehend whilst overwhelmed by the hunger, Zasham made a formidable opponent for the namekian. Naitram may see the holes through the demon, similar to the ones Celeh put through him, though they would disappear no sooner than he appeared. Nothing matched the healing factor of a majin. “Dinner!” the fanged monster would proclaim with sick joy as soon as their eyes locked. Then he would explode into a mass of rubbery black goo which would surge over the namekian.
Each globule desperately clung to their prize, intent on enveloping him before breaking him apart on a molecular level. Should Naitram be overcome by the surging darkness he would become one with the amorphous mass as it dissected everything he was, ever was, or ever could have been and cataloged it. An appetizing morsel would have been thrown to his abyssal appetite.
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Meanwhile William stepped from cocoon to cocoon investigating each in turn. He would pull, push and even punch of kick each. They were sturdy indeed, he would not be able to simply rip them from their bases. Standing center of the three pods the boy began charging energy into his palms. “Stupid boy!” came a haunting shrill from behind as Zasham grabbed hold of the boy and sunk his needle like teeth into Watson’s neck.
“AAHHH!” the boy let out with a roar as he folded his arms underneath one another and fired both collected energies backwards into the demon majin. Releasing his hold, William leapt forward toward the pods for distance whilst clutching his wound. Turning back he found the black demon quickly regenerating and his body reformed. “You die now,” Zasham roared as he shot forward. He was so close to dinner, he could not let the human ruin everything now.
Turning his hands into massive four prong blade talons the majin slashed at the boy with lethal intent. Out of sheer instinct his arms to the forms of massive blades which he quickly put to work attempting to defend himself from the mad beast. Willie found it troubling to combat the creature however, as his movements were chaotic and fueled by madness. In such behavior was an incomparable ferocity, which began to overwhelm Watson as he starting suffering cuts across his body.
Knocking a bladed arm aside the devil ran all four bladed digits across the boy before bringing the other arm up to backhand him to the floor, away from the cocoons. “My food! They my food, you my food! Mine! MINE!” the childish creature screamed as he thrashed. Summoning Hell’s Gates to his hands, William immediately cast away the crimson chakrams, commanding each to strike a leg of Zasham. Throwing a palm up just as the two discs struck, the momentum spinning the monster in midair, Watson fired a Vanishing Beam directly into his back mid spin.
As the blast sent the demon backwards Watson wasted no time mentally angling the chakrams. Whilst one came to him the other went to the base of the cocoon holding Iishavoh. "Eat this you evil little monster!" Without hesitation the boy loosened another wave which traveled through one ring and exited the other, freeing the bio-android. Instantly it repositioned as Willie fired again. Then the chakrams flew out a reemerged Zasham as Willian took pleasure in destroying the cocoon meant for him with a straightforward beam.
“NOOOOOO!!!” the majin screamed as he sees what the havoc the boy wrought upon him whilst he effortlessly shreds the ki rings amidst his rage.
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Post by Celeh on Dec 28, 2014 23:17:26 GMT -5
Celeh's face shifted to a triumphant smile as the blast knocked her off the Namekian and sent him flying back. His blood spilled onto the crumbled ground beneath them. She landed on her back and skidded, but threw her legs up to push her momentum upward and flip her heels over head to a crouching stop. She knew that he couldn't possibly recover easily from an attack like that. As she tried to stand up she winced and staggered. Her own ribs had been cracked from the blast and she was feeling some serious pain. She held her ribs with one arm and growled. Such a dangerous, desperate assault had cost her. But she wasn't injured beyond fighting. And she still had one bean left if she needed it. She glanced down at her hip as she remembered it and then leaped into the smoke, floating through it rather hastily.
Just as she broke the other side of the smoke to see Naitram, he was having a fight with some inky black blot of darkness. Celeh didn't know William enough to recall exactly what his energy was like. In the heat of battle it was a fleeting memory. And the sinister, vile presence of whatever this was...it wasn't something she could stand by and watch. Even Naitram, possibly her greatest foe at the moment, did not deserve this kind of corruption. Both arms raised and she winced from her ribs moving slightly due to raising her arms. She acted quickly, though. Her right index finger aimed at Naitram and her left palm did as well.
It was a tried and true favorite of hers, but this time she would not be stopping. Her palm began to unleash as many blasts as she could, at least a few before her first Nova bullet was charged to fire. It sped to meet the normal blasts and detonate them all simultaneously in a large blast. But the first barrage did not mean the end of her attack. As soon as the first Nova Bullet was released, a second was being charged in its place. And she fired of a quick burst of four more blasts before meeting it with another Nova Bullet to detonate them all again. She relied on blast synergy to either destroy or remove that black goo from around the Namekian. Of course, she didn't know exactly how durable it was. Her attack might just end up destroying the goo and Naitram. She'd have to wait and see...
OOC: Nova Bullet. (Getting tired of this one yet? lol)
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Naitram
Yamcha
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Post by Naitram on Dec 30, 2014 2:17:22 GMT -5
Blasts fired from Naitram's eyes like lightning in a storm, one after another the blasts fired and sought out the boy in front of him, and one by one they missed. The blasts exploding on contact with the backdrop illuminating a monster in front of him with the light from the explosion and the beast was getting closer. Each blast lit the creature for a split second like the strobe light in a crowed club, each showing a stop motion photo of the beast, each showing him getting closer step by step. Terror began to sink into Naitram's heart, this wasn't the boy but the energy signature was the same? What was this monster? What abomination of Aon's grace was stalking their planet now? Finally two blasts seemed to connect creating perfect circles in the monster's body only to have them healed an instant later with seemingly no effort.
Naitram staggered back a step terror clouding his judgment. His eyes met the creature's and there was nothing of the boy from earlier. Whatever this creature was, the boy was lost. “Dinner!” the beast exclaimed on making eye contact and his body exploded into a mass of putty like globs each flying for Naitram. Instinct and terror made Naitram take a step back stumbling over a rock and the trip may have saved his life as instead of engulfing him the glue like blobs only found one of his flailing arms.
Instinct again took over as Naitram desperately tried to pull the globs off but despite his best efforts he couldn't remove the creature from his skin. Each area where the creature had stuck was like acid the skin underneath burning and sizzling, causing him to scream in pain and frustration both, he was in too much pain, his mind was too unfocused to turn intangible and get the creature off his body. Knowing his arm for a lost cause he grits his teeth. With one swift motion he rips his arm off his body stifling his next anguished cry. Throwing his arm to the ground in disgust he sensed something. Looking up quickly he see's the guard her hands raised despite her injuries. She begins firing blasts not just at Naitram but at whatever beast was attacking him as well. He thought quickly, he could regrow his arm but that would take time he doesn't have. instead he turns invisible and intangible throwing his arm towards the blast. Hoping it would convince the pair that he was dead.
Still bleeding though he does his best to circle around, to sneak behind the creature. He had to know more, no matter how much of a disgrace the saiyan's were, this creature was an abomination, a demon made flesh. And he had to kill it.
If he managed to sneak behind the pair Naitram would become visible again using the shadows to hide himself. He was an assassin and there was more than one way not to be seen he'd learned. With that knowledge in mind Naitram would begin charing a blast in his remaining hand. This creature would die for it's crime. It's crime of existing.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jan 1, 2015 1:34:10 GMT -5
An inexplicable feeling rushed through William as he released the pods. Like a seismic event. He felt a shifting in the balance, though Zasham still maintained control driven by his hunger. However doing so demanded his full attention, thus his internal projection disappeared. The boy took these fleeting moments to look at the detached cocoons and ponder. The demon protected them furiously and shown agony when they were separated. It was as if the majin had been feeding off them, or at least trying to; Gunny had been right, it was still a child and unable to fully comprehend, never mind control, its powers.
Watson began to remember, the struggles Zasham faced when he had absorbed Iishavoh and Tycho each. Immaturity gave way to opportunity as it seemed each time the beast assimilated another, each personality vied for control. The bio-android and Tycho each had weakened the majin, allowing William to prevail against. Now his grip seemed to getting stronger, as he was able to forcefully take control of their body. The boy shuddered to think what terror would yield if it finally learned how to unlock the knowledge within its assimilated.
Transforming his right arm into a massive blade appendage, Willie slashed at Iishavoh’s cocoon, cutting a hole big enough to pull him through. Then the boy did the same to Tycho. Afterwards he reconfigured his arm then pulled each out of the hollowed pods. Kneeling by their sides, Watson took a deep breath before snapping his fingers several times as he studied the two for signs of consciousness.
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As the mass of black surged at the namekian the assassin had the good mind to treat in a fit of fear, saving his life. At least for the moment. Some globules found purchase but Naitram was quick to dismember the affected limb. He was smart, as Zasham had gotten a taste and desired more. Far more. The darkness would have rapidly spread across him, and indeed it still sped through the detached arm, racing toward the hand which held it.
Meanwhile the persistent saiyan women was already back on her feet and upon discovering the situation at hand, decided to act against both parties. As the black mass burst at the zealot Celeh brought hands to bare as she began unleashing a volley of coordinates bullets and blasts. Just before the first silo hit, Naitram threw his arm toward attacks while he retreated. Out of the blackness formed Zasham’s head, whose mouth expanded exponentially to gulp the limb down in as single bite. “Mmm!” was all the disembodied head got out before the girl’s attack overtook him.
While the namekian disappeared into thin air, the majin melted into a black puddle amidst the debris of the repeated explosions as she hammered the area. The liquid would speed away from the explosions, finding a high wall which cast a shadow. Out of sight, a body began to rise from the pool of darkness. Red eyes shone bright in contrast to the shimmer of his needle like fangs. It was hungry. It was angry. But it knew its food was still around, it could sense it out there though it knew not where. A fury was rising within the madness. The weights burdening its arms, legs and waist were absorbed into its black form, replaced by its normal bracers, belt and boots. Within they were assimilated, miniaturized and stored thanks to the magic of his body.
Unburdened by weight the majin unfurled his full power, topping out a little over one hundred twenty-two thousand. Though before he could act, powerful gale flooded the streets, rattling the very buildings themselves as if leaves on a branch. It drew Zasham’s eye at a small hole in the wall through which he could see the large explosion at the center of the city. The little monster was took absorbed to realize that the Cardinal launching them so far away may had done them some good in the end. Perhaps even save their life by the look of the blast.
Crouching quickly he shot into the air with all his strength, as his body flew high into the air the demon surveyed the area, searching for his delicious prey. “WHERE MY FOOD!?!” the enraged beast would roar, unleashing a Vice Shout at the ground below to couple the sonic scream. Too unfocused to see notice him in the shadows not far off, the creature loses itself to a fit as he just begins unleashing one Vanishing Beam after another. Each wave, so perfectly circular it appears as if an approaching sphere, would carry his fully power as he desperately desired to force his meal out from hiding.
Of course several would be aimed at the saiyan, now just shy of half his strength, who had wrecked his first attempt at claiming his food. She wished to be eaten first perhaps; but the majin never eats desert before the entrée. Insanity. As gravity brings him down for the apex of his leap high in the sky he continues to unleash full powered crimson beams to flush his prey out. He was tired of waiting for his food; he wanted it now. Should the namekian show his head before the majins feet met the ground it would quickly dive toward him, stretching out and expanding his body to cross the gap and stem the insatiable.
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As the boy paused from snapping, the two just beginning to stir in the form of slights twitches, a feeling comes over him. Just as the wind surges through the city outside, it does within. It sends a chill down his spine as the origin becomes clear. "Ninjin... No..." The super saiyan prince was no more, his signature vanished. Had Invictus taken him? No it felt different than that... It felt like righteous sacrifice.
Tears welled in the corner of the boy’s eyes for his departed friend. The saiyan had abandoned his dark thoughts, brought on by tragedy, and decided to do good with the power he had earned. He hoped what he had said had helped, had turned him away from evil intent. Most of all Willie hoped that the former prince would find peace. The pain he felt in his heart was unmistakable; he knew it all too well. Losing those you love crushed one’s spirit.
A noise distracted Watson of his grief as Tycho began to stir while Iishavoh groaned. They were waking. While that did not seem good for William, given how he last left off with both, it was his only chance at shaking Zasham loose. Breaking his hold. He had to regain control; he had to make sure Celeh survived. The boy knew she was close to the prince, and could not allow Ninjin’s death to go in vain; could not allow the shame of failing his fallen comrade. Though he may not be able to play a deciding hand in the battle as a whole, but this much… This much he could do.
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Celeh
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Post by Celeh on Jan 12, 2015 16:27:05 GMT -5
The soldier gave a satisfied smile as she believed her attacks had hit home. While it wasn't one hundred percent true either in her favor or against it, the aftermath of her assault showed the truth. The arm that flew into the explosion was devoured by a monstrous entity of semi-solid shadow. And the smoke fully clearing revealed the Manhunter had vanished and this new demonic presence made itself known with a vicious barrage of energy attacks. She wondered if the creature was even aiming at all, but as a few of the bursts of energy struck true against her she realized just how much of a bad situation she may currently be in. His speed and power were far beyond her own. The Manhunter was one thing, but the gap between herself and this new creature was wide enough that even if she outsmarted it, it's unlikely that she could deal significant damage even with a surprise attack. And that's ignoring the tremendous speed advantage it had over her. Speed was something she prided herself on, but this being reacted so quickly and with such fluidity that she almost felt like her body was lagging behind on her. Her eyes could keep up, at least a little, but her body could not.
The roar of the shadowy beast and the hail of energy blasts that followed left Celeh in dire straits. She avoided two of the beams aimed at her, but five of them met their mark. The attack had been so swift and unexpected that she was left unable to properly evade, especially after expending so much energy on her assault. She'd winded herself and now she was severely hurt. She had tried to dive away, but her back and legs were pelted with devastating beams. One on her left shoulder blade, one on her lower spine, one on her left kidney, one on her left thigh, another on the back of her left knee, and the final beam struck her left hip. She'd rolled to one side during her dive, which is why her left took the brunt of the damage. But now she couldn't stand. Her lower left side and her back had taken too many powerful hits. Her flesh was seared in multiple places.
She didn't even realize until she was laying in a small crater from the blasts that his shout had damaged her hearing. She lay, barely moving from the shock of it all, grunting in pain. Celeh couldn't roll over due to the overwhelming pain, and right now all she could see was dirt and rubble. The soldier hadn't felt this beaten and battered in a long time. Even her fight in the tournament hadn't left her this injured. Sadly, she did not have a senzu bean to heal herself this time. Whatever came of the battle between Naitram and this demon, she would have to hope that they would destroy each other if she were to survive. It's likely she only had one good attack left in her, and if that failed then she'd be finished. She let out a cry of agony as her good arm pushed off the ground to roll her onto her back. The rough rough, broken pavement rubbing against her burned and bruised body sent searing pains through her whole form. Her armor was in shambles on her back, with two large holes blasted through it. The front still seemed fine, though, for the most part. One of the burns on her back had been cut open by scraping the pavement and she was bleeding now, too, although it wasn't severe bleeding. Celeh was in bad shape.
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Naitram
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Post by Naitram on Jan 14, 2015 23:19:54 GMT -5
The creature was ungodly strong. He had to be some sort of abomination against Aon, a loving god would not allow such a thing to exist. With a shout the blob let loose dozens of energy blasts, to her credit Celeh did a good job of dodging the first few but her luck only held out so long. A stray blast hit her, then another, then another, before long the blasts had thrown the poor girl like a rag doll...poor girl, Naitram couldn't afford to think like that. She was a soldier and an enemy. He was tasked specifically with killing her. The energy simmered and pulsed in Naitram's remaining hand. It was alive, living energy that yearned to do it's God's bidding but what was it? Surely this creature was an abomination of nature far worse than any saiyan could be. It was far stronger for sure.
His energy was charged, the saiyan was weak he could surely finish her off later after he had dealt with the abomination. Maybe he wouldn't have to, maybe the fiend's blast had killed her. His eyes never left the beast that used to be a boy but out of his peripheral vision he saw the guard roll over onto her back her chest rising once with air and life. "Ni damn it!" he swore in his mind determined not to make a sound lest he give away his location. Why couldn't she have just died, she had fought well, twice now, she had spoken clearly and with a purpose Naitram seldom saw in those outside the church. She had earned a measure of respect he would still kill her but if the creature had done his work for him that would be one less death on his conscious, one less he had to answer for. NO! That was blasphemy, regardless of this saiyan's apparent innocence they were an abomination of science, an abomination against Aon and he had been directly ordered to kill her. Before she came and wiped out his entire planet...But she said she wouldn't.
Naitram glared at the beast like creature. He was a clear abomination, he sought to...to eat them all, he had to die. The image of Naitram blasting a hole clear through the creature and it regenerating came to his mind...Naitram made a decision.
All this happened almost instantaneously, moving at the speed of thought. Before smoke had even stopped rising off the guard's...no Celeh's body the charged energy blast was on it's way charging towards her. He had a mission and a God he served. He had been ordered by the very voice of God himself to kill the saiyan and for that she would die. His decision might cost him his life against the beast but at least he would finish her off before he died he prayed quietly.
As the blast left his hand Naitram gave a shout emerging from his hiding spot, with another shout he regenerated his arm and kicking off the ground flew towards the creature. If his blasts couldn't kill this abomination his fists would. Stretching his arms he would extend fingers razor sharp from both hands at the creatures head and chest hoping to at least connect and pierce through his center of mass.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jan 22, 2015 0:55:51 GMT -5
William could feel the beast’s rampage, it pounded in his ears; the rage and aggression were unmistakable. The boy often thought of them as tantrums, as those of a child. Surely he was causing great misfortune for Celeh and the namekian. Ever the warrior, Tycho had already sat up and begun taking stock of the situation. Coming upon Watson’s faced he flinched, ever so slightly. He apparently remembered their last encounter which ended with the human smashing the kinigo’s face into mashed potatoes in his own fit of rage. Of course that all occurred within the confines of the technarcana’s mind.
“Where am I,” he finally said, with what the boy thought was a hint of respect. “Within the creature which absorbed both of us, an act of magic I suppose seeing as the creature itself is magical,” well part magic, part machinery, the boy added in thought. It would be too much to explain, especially with what the warrior was already dealing with. “So you were telling the truth after all, William of the Watson,” he stated in the now familiar kinigo way, referring to the boy’s previous attempt at telling him just that which, again, ended with a red puddle where his face should be. Well, luminescent green puddle, as was the color of kinigo blood.
“I’ve never been much for lying, my mother tells me I’m terrible at it,” William stated truthfully with a smile. Unexpectedly this elicits a laugh from the armored hunter, something of which the human did not know he was capable. “As children, our mothers make us walk on hot coals barefoot if they catch us lying,” he stated plainly, which in turn caused Willie to chuckle. The reptilian warrior then turned to Iishavoh who was just opening his eyes.
“And what is that?” Tycho stated with audible disapproval in his voice. “That… Was a mistake,” Willie added with a groan as the bio-android sat up.
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The sadistic creature found enjoyment in watching the saiyan thrown about in his rage. Each near hit singeing her body and blackening her armor, each a momentary delight. Watching her crawl and seethe in pain made his mouth water. Now all he had to do was find the namekian… Then the blast caught the majin’s eye. He saw the assassin unleash his amassing energy; however his fury only grew when the target became clear. With no method of flying Zasham could not intercept the blast, instead he had to watch as his dinner destroyed his dessert.
The blast enveloped the area with a fiery dome of ki as it exploded. "NOOO!" the mad majin let loose another sonic scream as his anger bubbled over. His simple eyes saw her and then the boom, and that was all he needed to believe her dead. Whether she was able to escape or not however, remained to be seen. Regardless though the attack, and the subsequent yells and regrown limb, led the maniac’s eye to his delicious green delicacy. Adjusting himself as he fell from where he had leapt, in order to strafe the area with wild crimson waves, he began descending at the assassin. “You kill dessert! Now I eat you!”
Living up to his hype as the Manhunter, the warrior was quick to act. Unleashing the charged beam, arming up, and attacking all seemed to happen at once. Using the mystic attack of his race, his arms elongated, carrying his sharp talon like nails at the black menace. Tilting his head to the side, one arm slid right by his ear, while the other punctured his stomach and pierced clean through, emerging from the other side dampened in black goo. Pain wracked his torso, but it only proved to feed his madness.
“Zasham turn!” the majin would cry out with a toothy smile as it would turn to the extending arm which had just missed his face. Opening his mouth, in a manner reminiscent a snake unhinging its jaw to devour a meal, it bit down on the green arm, sinking its needle teeth deep into him, whilst he got a taste for the assassin’s blood. Simultaneously his own arms would extend in a manner similar to the namekians, though even faster. His own fingers would transform into actual razors, each the size of a machete, as they vied for Naitram’s flesh.
Should he puncture the namekian, like he had just done to Zasham moments ago, a process would begin as it had the moment the assassin’s arm shot through the demon’s obsidian chest. Tiny tendrils searched for every pore, cut, or any other opening. Should one not make itself readily available, they would simply burrow into the creature as it sought to assimilate the zealous warrior. The razor fingers, should they find their mark, would liquefy within the namekian’s wounds and begin pouring in, until he would cough up black. Until black tears ran down his face, etched with pain.
If it be so then he would become one with the darkness; the majin’s falling body would expand into some crude net as it came upon him, enveloping him whole to finish the assimilation.
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