Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Haru was immobilized, weakening, and with a great rage screamed and powered up.

Haru howls, his hair on his body and head standing up and hardening before firing out in all directions, a barrage of millions of razor sharp ki needled hairs at them all.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

When Ishtar raised her hand towards the Hybrid Cyborg, though the thoughts were not voiced the way the air twist and curdled around Glacia was enough to telgraph to Ochazuke her intention. In the exact moment the magics plucked the metal dispersed within her frame, to only was the damage gruesome, but the pliable Threshling anatomy succoring the wounds did not escapte his notice.

Having such fundamental components ripped from her machine-precise frame, perhaps you are more vulnerable than your creator might believe.

Within the dispersed range of his sense-awareness, Ochazuke sought another target within; a weak point, perhaps, that led to the mechanical core that drove this haughty creature.

It was then the lethal beams at each of her fingertips caught his attention. Though she spoke no words, these dealers of death were far to near, both in this battle and in memory.

Dashing his hands together, he braced himself.



Fortunately, the Sheriff appeared, and along with Nevanlinna scattered and diverted the lethal array. In this brief reprieve, Ochazuke allowed himself a sigh of relief; through the psychic uplink, his senses seemed to redouble for their collective effort as he targetted Glacia's rendered weakpoints.

Well struck. Perhaps their time among them had finally curtailed them from the path of aloof strangers. This one knows only a twisted, uncontested existence.

Unchallenged, why should these abominations examine the content of their being? Perhaps if they were created from components across time, what more did they require to persist but their strength and the vile course upon which to enact it? Setting foot on the Lookout's shattered observation deck, Ochazuke rose to a neutral stance watching an alternate of his martial brother move in tandem with the others. Standing tall, he grit his teeth, settled into Sanchin, the stance of combative habit.

If you can keep her occupied for a moment, so much the better...

Face to face with this Glacia, one who would so contemptuously tear through worlds for little more than a sadistic purpose, he had fallen the formative Crane's Stance he attempted to bolster his defenses. Ever wary that even a single moment could be the last, it was ingrained within him that a warrior should not be so careless with his life.

Yet as his meditation field rose and stretched over the battlefield, he knew this was exactly why he could ill be at ease. Resonating with the spirit of the planet, he knew that if they did not stand before the Doctor's designs, all else would come to ruin.

We're outmatched. Yet all that stands between them and making our world another dead Divergence...

Then, in figments, a gradual trickle, it came. Tiny whisps to the near eye, no more illuminate than the curtain of chaff so far above, slowly began to gather. In the wake of the violence upon the Lookout it was no more distinguished than the dust thrown from their clashes.

Resonating with all his sense brushed against around Capital City, while he was searching for their foes there was much he had initially dismissed in the moment. Benign, insignificant living presences.

The blades of grass. Beats of glassy insect wings. The whisper and sway of tree boughs, scattering leaves over where their iron roots sunk deep.

So connected with the Earth, inadvertently it seemed the planet felt the threat in kind, and accordingly it responded. Just like the unified enegry that drove his martial ancestors, for a moment Ochazuke saw clearly the Hidden Hand of Zxu'ro. Exhaling gently and loosening his stance, he gave his intent over to the flow of these tiny spirits, and as the energy accumulated he slowly began to find his realization.

It started first with an understanding of one's place in this world in relation to others. Feeling the world turn beneath him, he eased his pride and made the silent plea.

Grant me your energy.



Tracing the path of these ambient energies, there was a certain sublime radiance to it. Unlike the warmth of ki execution, not the cathartic rupture of shattering the bonds of limitation, the Master's method of gathering of the energy into a collected form felt disconnected. Cool, awash in relief, the knowledge of the unspoken will felt to Ochazuke as if even these tiny efforts could raise themselves together, they would stand to a greater height unknown and without limitation. As he relaxed, the energies pouring in supported his will; as they unified, gradually his focus sharpened.

It was then he realized, amid the gradual airy whispers of ten thousand static wills, there was something else far closer. Anguish, loss bled off of Etrina, certainly, but there was something else. It resonated there, a type of energy he'd never before wielded, but something intuitively screamed out in the ether.

A will, a pronounced desire to proclaim itself as its own living existence.

At that moment he opened his senses further to discern what it was.

Genki Charge: 2

The earth and sky respond, as do those on the Lookout, and more energy pours in.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Glacia barely manages to pull her arm away, though Ishtar cuts a deep furrow in forearm. Sadly, the Threshling biology regens the wound quickly.

She powers up, cursing and starts flying upwards, slapping Alt Zaofan into Nevalinna with her tail as she seeks to gain altitude to do something.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The match between Deathstalker and Candy did not....end well for the magician. Undaunted by her beauty or her..assets, the elegant lady brutally stomps all over the risqué magician, beating her aside like so much kindling.

The next match is called, Samson vs Sarada.

Incenio grins.

“Three million on Samson, Blizzar.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Chris shrugs.

“Close enough.”

He pops open Althena’s cell door.

“I don’t trust Incenio, and neither does my group. We figure a bit of....recon would be advisable. You two in?” He says to Althena and Held.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Haru was immobilized, weakening, and with a great rage screamed and powered up.

Haru howls, his hair on his body and head standing up and hardening before firing out in all directions, a barrage of millions of razor sharp ki needled hairs at them all.

The creature had been severely weakened and bound two times over by Parsley and Totoma. The battle appeared to be nearing its end, but she knew better. With its Saiyan blood still pumping through its veins, quit was nowhere to be found in its vocabulary. It was imperative, with that in mind, that they finish this fight quickly before it came up with a means to even halfway utilize its hodgepodge of genetic DNA.

Whatever disappointment she planned on expressing at Praxat's highly inefficient racial ability was cut off when Haru began to power up and launched millions of ki needles at them. "****!" Parsley cursed.

There was little time to think, so she went with the first idea that came to mind. Thrusting her hands out in front of her, she formed several reflective panes of ki that shot in front of Totoma, Sasheem, and Praxat to not only protect them from the needles, but to reflect the needles back at Haru.

OOC: Ki Nullification Effect: -40%. Ki Inhibition Timer: 1 post

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The match between Deathstalker and Candy did not....end well for the magician. Undaunted by her beauty or her..assets, the elegant lady brutally stomps all over the risqué magician, beating her aside like so much kindling.

The next match is called, Samson vs Sarada.

Incenio grins.

“Three million on Samson, Blizzar.”

Sarada had been spending the entire second round in deep meditation, so she had no idea what the results of the previous two fights were. Not that it mattered; she was going to beat whoever was in front of her. And from the sound of it, that next person was Samson Balon.

She stood and dusted off her pants before walking slowly toward the arena.

"Let's put on a good show," she said to Balon before stretching, and then taking up a defensive stance.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The creature had been severely weakened and bound two times over by Parsley and Totoma. The battle appeared to be nearing its end, but she knew better. With its Saiyan blood still pumping through its veins, quit was nowhere to be found in its vocabulary. It was imperative, with that in mind, that they finish this fight quickly before it came up with a means to even halfway utilize its hodgepodge of genetic DNA.

Whatever disappointment she planned on expressing at Praxat's highly inefficient racial ability was cut off when Haru began to power up and launched millions of ki needles at them. "****!" Parsley cursed.

There was little time to think, so she went with the first idea that came to mind. Thrusting her hands out in front of her, she formed several reflective panes of ki that shot in front of Totoma, Sasheem, and Praxat to not only protect them from the needles, but to reflect the needles back at Haru.

OOC: Ki Nullification Effect: -40%. Ki Inhibition Timer: 1 post

They overwhelm and shatter the ki panes after a moment of holding out, the attack quantity too much to handle.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada had been spending the entire second round in deep meditation, so she had no idea what the results of the previous two fights were. Not that it mattered; she was going to beat whoever was in front of her. And from the sound of it, that next person was Samson Balon.

She stood and dusted off her pants before walking slowly toward the arena.

"Let's put on a good show," she said to Balon before stretching, and then taking up a defensive stance.

He smiles warmly and nods.

He drops into a familiar stance, arms open at his side.

Battersea had briefly used a familar stance.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Chris shrugs.

“Close enough.”

He pops open Althena’s cell door.

“I don’t trust Incenio, and neither does my group. We figure a bit of....recon would be advisable. You two in?” He says to Althena and Held.

" Yeah I'm in " Althena said. however even though Chris hears Althena he can't see due to her basically blend in to the walls of her cell while masking her body heat , scent and not casting a shadow.

[KingofPie]

Haru was immobilized, weakening, and with a great rage screamed and powered up.

Haru howls, his hair on his body and head standing up and hardening before firing out in all directions, a barrage of millions of razor sharp ki needled hairs at them all.

Sasheem entered Katchin Mode, hoping the needles would reflect off of his now metallic flesh. And if that didn't hold up...he zapped another cloud, this one becomin a huge chunk of caramel.

He grabbed on the massive candy and attempted to use it as a shield to catch the needles in as he moved to close in on Haru.

[KingofPie]

The match between Deathstalker and Candy did not....end well for the magician. Undaunted by her beauty or her..assets, the elegant lady brutally stomps all over the risqué magician, beating her aside like so much kindling.

The next match is called, Samson vs Sarada.

Incenio grins.

“Three million on Samson, Blizzar.”

"Three million...you seem quite confident indeed," Blizzar stated, in mock surprise. "In return, I shall keep my confidence in this so called 'queen'. I trust she won't let me down...thirty million on Sarada," Blizzar grinned.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Three million...you seem quite confident indeed," Blizzar stated, in mock surprise. "In return, I shall keep my confidence in this so called 'queen'. I trust she won't let me down...thirty million on Sarada," Blizzar grinned.

He stops grinning and looks hard at Blizzar.

“What’s the game, Blizzar? You don’t carry that much on you. That kind of bet is beyond the pale. Do you take me for a fool?”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sasheem entered Katchin Mode, hoping the needles would reflect off of his now metallic flesh. And if that didn't hold up...he zapped another cloud, this one becomin a huge chunk of caramel.

He grabbed on the massive candy and attempted to use it as a shield to catch the needles in as he moved to close in on Haru.

It’s super effective!

Katchin mode offers a good level of protection, the carmel nullifying anything else. Sasheem is unharmed from the barrage.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

They overwhelm and shatter the ki panes after a moment of holding out, the attack quantity too much to handle.

Sasheem entered Katchin Mode, hoping the needles would reflect off of his now metallic flesh. And if that didn't hold up...he zapped another cloud, this one becomin a huge chunk of caramel.

He grabbed on the massive candy and attempted to use it as a shield to catch the needles in as he moved to close in on Haru.

When the panes shattered, Parsley hurried and used Sasheem as a meat shield.

A single finger embraced the cold warmth as a Void Beam began charging. She didn't fire right away, instead waiting for the right moment. IE, when these damned needles stopped flying.

'Totoma, can you use those tunnels of yours to redirect the needles?' It was an idea.

OOC: Nullification Effect: -50%. Ki Inhibition has worn off.