Even just those few moments of the backlash from pushing the Hitozaru form too far for his current level had seemed like an eternity. And the pain was getting worse, to an extent that Totoma had absolutely no metaphor to describe it. Whether that was because his thrashing had worsened his physical wounds or because of the backlash Totoma couldn't say, because by this point he could really only process two things: pain and a desire to escape it.
He'd very nearly withdrawn into himself, which would have... essentially severed or isolated him from his own body. It was the very same thing he'd done after the Jagam battle, actually. He'd locked himself in a little corner of his mind and refused to come out, save for Karine's sake... and even then only in the most dire of circumstances.
Ocazuke's words, however, gave him something to focus on other than the pain and wanting to escape it. His eyes regained some measure of cognizance and immediately focused on the half-senzu bean. He didn't really recall what it was at the moment, but if it helped...
He accepted the bean, chewing it briefly and swallowing it. The effect was almost immediate, as his body began to mend itself, and the pain receded, though not entirely. Still, compared to the world of absolute pain he'd been immersed in for those few moments, it was... manageable now.
Totoma sat up, face still scrunched in pain and his breath still rapid and shallow. "T-thanks... I... sh--" He coughed, spitting up a bit of blood.
"...pushed... too far. Backlash. Technique... not... mastered," he finished, barely able to form a coherent sentence.
Looking around, he took in what had happened while he'd been... indisposed. Battersea was dead--good riddance--and so was Willa, though Slak seemed to be attending to her... for some reason. Why?
Some of the others were fighting that assassin, Chris the Knife. Whatever, he hoped they tore that piece of shit limb from limb. He turned and looked at the bloody stump where his tail had been previously and grimaced.
"...bastard... took my... tail," he said, his tone belying the absolute rage at that fact.
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When the fuel of the fallen machine ignites, Ishtar's world becomes heat, and light ... yet in her current state, such pain is fleeting.
And after a moment spent digging herself from the wreckage of that ruined mecha, the Oni reappears:
Her skin is now a ruined tapestry of blood, and soot. With what blue remaining underneath darkened from the flames that licked her body ... and yet there Chris stood.
Lip curling into a snarl, the golden-eyed Oni held up her hand, and with a whisper fired a massive burst of lightning towards the Knife.
OT: Stage 2, next.
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
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For a moment, divine power ramping up her sight and senses, Asha’rah sees something. A grey thing, small and unknown, attached to Fife’s soul.
Or what would have been his soul, if he still had one. Only the grey thing resides in that spiritual place.
And then the former guardian, with no response, leaves.
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"Well, that was rather anti-climatic. I had hoped to see the rest of you primitives and primates tear yet another of our enemies limb from limb."
The voice came not from Koorimaru himself, but from a singular drone--one of the many flying about the battlefield, observing the combat.
"I had hoped I would be able to amuse myself further with this tale of intrigue and woe, but alas, I will have to make due with the despair the foolish spectators of this tournament will endure once they realize just how much of fraud their fallen hero was."
Adam stops, his arm resuming it's normal shape. "Very well, you choose pain."
Sarada's… no, Ishtar's blade tasted The Knife's blood for the first time. It hungered for more. She hungered for more. She thirsted to hear his screams of agony, his tangible pain and distress washing over her like a warm bath on a cool winter night. Before she could make another move, the mech under Chris exploded, sending the young Saiyan flying back
She twisted back and landed on her feet, then used that foothold to propel herself forward. Her blade, crimson succur shining in the bright sun above, sliced through the air, aimed for his throat.
A life for a life, as the ancient laws required.
The katchin blade tasted nothing but air, as the Knife vanished. He was gone without a trace.
"No," she snarled. "DAMN IT!!" Again! A kill was snatched away from her again!!
Angrily, Sarada stabbed the sword into the ground. The fight was over. It was done. Anaxam had made its mark on The Knife. If he was smart, he would remember how her katchin sword tasted, and would fear it for next time.
"Bastard."
Her breathing was haggard, animal-like as she began the difficult process of turning off Anaxam. She wasn't close to the barrier, so it was even harder than before.
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A voice breaks into the comms.
“Mr. Koorimaru, Brock Lee here. Me and the crane girl got everyone off the island like you suggested to who wasn’t fighting. Damn close, but it’s clear. And yeah, that big powerlevel is coming still. Crane girl is heading your way, so am I and a few others. Brock out.”
This is heard over the comms. It seems the spectators are at least off the island, so casualties will be a minimum.
Because Fife is almost here. You can all feel him now.
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Sasheem begins to roll around on the ground and pound his fists against the earth in tantrum. "No kill! No killl!!!" He cried
Just wasn't his day.
The Majin's head suddenly perks up. Perhaps all was not lost...