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

[Cyke]

Asha'rah descended, laying hands upon Zaofan's. Cuts were efficient ways of inflicting damage upon an opponent, opening enemies up and letting their own internal pressure do the rest. Cuts could also reach quickly into vital organs and body parts, like Zaofan's hamstring. Strive mightily though Zaofan might, he would be far more effective if not forced to attend this ass-kicking contest as a one-legged man.

Fortunately, cuts were also easier to fix. Relative few cells were damaged in a clean cut, and so few cells needed to be regenerated to close the wound. And cells Asha'rah could give.

Taking a moment to check his genetic code, Asha'rah nodded to herself for a couple of moments, then enveloped them in a golden glow. Zaofan's bleeding stop as blood vessels were mended, and his leg began to move normally again as his tendons were knitted back together. When she was done, his leg was still tender, raw. But it was whole.

"Don't strain it too hard right away, Zaofan. The new flesh has not been trained and conditioned like the old."

Then she looked upwards, watching her little creatures get to work. Or rather, feeling them.

"My thanks, Asha'rah, as always. You laid hands on me -- and boy, I'd love to lay my fists on him...!" Zaofan gets up from the ground and tests his leg and hip -- still a little weak, as the goddess had said, but a far improvement from painful flesh wounds. He unties his bloody cape and takes on Bojack once more.

The first real scream of pain was heard as, combined, various attacks slam into the Knight, first the physical ones and then the ki ones.

The detonations under the armor are the worst, and the Knight is surrounded and obscured from vision as he is subsumed by explosions.


When the light and smoke fades, Luop is kneeling. His chest armor is half gone, his left leg armor too. The right shoulder pauldron is shattered, as is the right vambrace and gauntlet.

His exposed skin is also badly burned it looks, though swiftly turning healthy once more.

He nods.

“A worthy challenge indeed.”

He points the glaive upwards.

“Condemnation Rains.”

A beam shoots up, then shatters and dozens of tracking energy beams rain down on the M Fighters.

“Sorrow of the Sinner.”

Energy is grabbed from all around swiftly, pulled into him to restore vigor before he disappears from view, letting the tracking beams do their work.

"Asha'rah, get down!" Zaofan pulls Asha'rah down, covering her body with his upper torso, his body flashing twice to deflect two beams with his Scarlet Shield.

Testing his newly flesh, Zaofan zips all over the battlefield, littering the open area with the Zanzoken, countless images of the chef in various poses, both to escape and perhaps confuse the tracking beams.

When the beam carrying the Bronze Knight's condemnation came towards him, Ochazuke gild his hands with Kongosho dashing them forward in an effort to stall the beam; winding the thread and turning round, he seized the energy with Seisui Tensho and threw it right back to Luop on a collision course from behind, cutting against the snows aimed straight for the back of his now-exposed left leg.

"He's sacrificed his senses for protection," he said over the comms, "He may be swift, but out advantage is in finding a dead angle!"

...and finding a dead angle is what Zaofan would do. Luop's healing factor is incredible, but the chef aims to do what he does best. He activates the Wolf's Prowl, giving himself 3x his normal speed, and going from Zanzoken-dodging the beams straight to flying right at Luop, above Ochazuke's attack on the Knight's left leg. Zaofan instead aims once again for the head, and he starts his relentless barrage of best talents.

"WOLF FANG OPTIC BARRAGE!"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ochqzuke’s attack cuts into his leg, bringing him down before he could super speed away.

Zaofan is upon him, and the barrage is met with equal ferocity. Even down on one knee, Luop easily matches Zaofan blow for blow, moving even faster and jabbing again and again, poking small holes into Zao’s joints.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

As the first wave of tracking blasts closed in upon Cthylla she merely waiting until they were close enough, then stepped backwards and let the her void step consume her form in shadow. The volley struck the area where she stood while the voidling appeared a short distance away. Then she pinged the surroundings with her perception...with some of his armor removed there should be nothing to defend him from her all seeing eyes now.

Amazingly, it seems so long as the majority of it stays intact, the concealing spell does too.

[KingofPie]

The first real scream of pain was heard as, combined, various attacks slam into the Knight, first the physical ones and then the ki ones.

The detonations under the armor are the worst, and the Knight is surrounded and obscured from vision as he is subsumed by explosions.


When the light and smoke fades, Luop is kneeling. His chest armor is half gone, his left leg armor too. The right shoulder pauldron is shattered, as is the right vambrace and gauntlet.

His exposed skin is also badly burned it looks, though swiftly turning healthy once more.

He nods.

“A worthy challenge indeed.”

He points the glaive upwards.

“Condemnation Rains.”

A beam shoots up, then shatters and dozens of tracking energy beams rain down on the M Fighters.

“Sorrow of the Sinner.”

Energy is grabbed from all around swiftly, pulled into him to restore vigor before he disappears from view, letting the tracking beams do their work.

Ochqzuke’s attack cuts into his leg, bringing him down before he could super speed away.

Zaofan is upon him, and the barrage is met with equal ferocity. Even down on one knee, Luop easily matches Zaofan blow for blow, moving even faster and jabbing again and again, poking small holes into Zao’s joints.

The miniature Sasheems all fly up towards the wounded Luop, the beams of energy that were tracking them right on their tails. The Mini-Majin's begin to pull down on their eyelids, stick out their tongues and otherwise mock Luop as the beams headed in their direction.

Right before the beams connected with the Majins, they each, all one hundred of them exploded with concussive force, exploding into slime which rapidly rained towards the ground, leaving an opening for the beams to slam right into the one who originally fired them.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The miniature Sasheems all fly up towards the wounded Luop, the beams of energy that were tracking them right on their tails. The Mini-Majin's begin to pull down on their eyelids, stick out their tongues and otherwise mock Luop as the beams headed in their direction.

Right before the beams connected with the Majins, they each, all one hundred of them exploded with concussive force, exploding into slime which rapidly rained towards the ground, leaving an opening for the beams to slam right into the one who originally fired them.

Unfortunately, the beams curve around Luop, refusing to hit their caster.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Ochqzuke’s attack cuts into his leg, bringing him down before he could super speed away.

Zaofan is upon him, and the barrage is met with equal ferocity. Even down on one knee, Luop easily matches Zaofan blow for blow, moving even faster and jabbing again and again, poking small holes into Zao’s joints.

Charged, and with Luop out in the open, Ishtar teleports in once more and as the Threshling over-extends -- lashing out at Zaofan as the cook struggles against him -- swings toward the exposed portion of Luop's body.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

OT: Stage 2, in one post. Ahûm-Jaidhi fully charged, striking force equal to two times Ishtar's current PL.

[grampagen]

Ochqzuke’s attack cuts into his leg, bringing him down before he could super speed away.

Zaofan is upon him, and the barrage is met with equal ferocity. Even down on one knee, Luop easily matches Zaofan blow for blow, moving even faster and jabbing again and again, poking small holes into Zao’s joints.

Charged, and with Luop out in the open, Ishtar teleports in once more and as the Threshling over-extends -- lashing out at Zaofan as the cook struggles against him -- swings toward the exposed portion of Luop's body.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

OT: Stage 2, in one post. Ahûm-Jaidhi fully charged, striking force equal to two times Ishtar's current PL.

Still in the air, Ochazuke had soon become preoccupied with dodging the salvo of homing blasts loosed from the Thresling's dire blade. Rolling through the air, they missed narrowly by the skill of Shoshin Hiei; in the free space of the air, the execution of his evasion increased, by the unfettered mind of Mushin Nehan he weaved gradually forward, flanking their opponent from above.

Ochazuke struck his hand out, and a simple Kiai projected from his palm, and where Zaofan held Luop in striking distance for Ishtar's approach, Ochazuke sought to remove the Bronze Knight's weapon. Targeting his arm, an invisible, shearing force came crashing down to one side.

To seek the conversion of this world, have you no better plea to make than force?

As Ochazuke neared the heart of the battle, his ki so fallen struck out to ground Luop upon the Woven Path in an effort to tether his movements to the ground.

The expanse of the web cast, so he read the movements of the one within it. With slow meditative breaths, he began to gather all the power he had to bear.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ishtar’s blow sends Luop flying through a nearby rock face, embedding into it. Ochazuke’s strike had nearly knocked the glaive free, but by sheer luck Ishtar’s blow had caused Luop to instinctively clutch just a bit harder as he held onto the weapon.

The rock face shatters as the Knight stands again, barely winded, though the rest of the chest armor is gone. The glaive glimmers, and a haze falls over all who can see it.

“Lamentation of the Grave.”

To each person, visions of lost loved ones appear. These visions, all so real, assault their psyches with pain and grief and loss, taunting and distracting them as Luop’s glaive shimmers as energy pours into it.

“Judgement.”

A massive ki blade (essentially a massive keinzan) slices outward in all directions from where Luop slashes his glaive. Distracted by the first move, the cutting blade will prove fatal or crippling if it strikes.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

at the Lookout Althena gets in a stance saying " okay now was closely Praxat and my descendent Qaztoh!" Althena does a kick and at the end of the kick before the impact she uses Ki to great increase the size of her foot saying " this technique is called Big Boot." " now attack me." Praxat attacks Althena but Althena side steps the attack and does jiujitsu like throw saying " this technique is called counter throw. "

Althena then jumps in the air and lands on the ground fast enough and hard enough to create a shockwave saying " this technique is called Sonic Stomp" Althena does a straight forward punch that creates a shockwave saying " this is the Shockwave Punch which a Toadian can be upgrade to a Gigantic Shockwave Punch by increase the mass of their punch before the moment of impact.


Althena then does the same straight forward punch again but this time her hand is surrounding electricity as she says " by channeling Ki into electricity a Toadian can electrified their fist ." " this technique is called Thunder fist & Gigantic Thunder fist." Althena then unleashes a tongue barrage at hyper sonic speeds that are electrified. she then puts her tongue back in her mouth saying " that technique is called Thunder Tongue barrage. "

[Tami]

Ishtar’s blow sends Luop flying through a nearby rock face, embedding into it. Ochazuke’s strike had nearly knocked the glaive free, but by sheer luck Ishtar’s blow had caused Luop to instinctively clutch just a bit harder as he held onto the weapon.

The rock face shatters as the Knight stands again, barely winded, though the rest of the chest armor is gone. The glaive glimmers, and a haze falls over all who can see it.

“Lamentation of the Grave.”

To each person, visions of lost loved ones appear. These visions, all so real, assault their psyches with pain and grief and loss, taunting and distracting them as Luop’s glaive shimmers as energy pours into it.

“Judgement.”

A massive ki blade (essentially a massive keinzan) slices outward in all directions from where Luop slashes his glaive. Distracted by the first move, the cutting blade will prove fatal or crippling if it strikes.

A 'Blue Comet' moves in fast from seemingly out of no where. It's hits the Flying Disc dead center, generating a powerful Sonic Blast as it makes contact. Dash, in her training with Meagan, has learned about the keinzan attack. About how to evade, block, disrupt, and destroy one if it is ever aimed at her. The edges are the most dangerous, unless your powerlevel is high enough to shield against it. She also learned that, Ki can be disrupted, and that a Keinzan is most vulnerable at it's center axis.

Dash, late as always, and wearing her Spider Armor, was already rushing in at high speed to join the battle. Seeing the attack, she poured on the speed, flying in fast and aiming for he disc's center. At which point she produced her Sonic Blast attack to disrupt the disc. Or at least alter it's trajectory to send it flying harmlessly into the ground, far away from the others.

[Lord Falcon]

"My thanks, Asha'rah, as always. You laid hands on me -- and boy, I'd love to lay my fists on him...!" Zaofan gets up from the ground and tests his leg and hip -- still a little weak, as the goddess had said, but a far improvement from painful flesh wounds. He unties his bloody cape and takes on Bojack once more.




"Asha'rah, get down!" Zaofan pulls Asha'rah down, covering her body with his upper torso, his body flashing twice to deflect two beams with his Scarlet Shield.

Testing his newly flesh, Zaofan zips all over the battlefield, littering the open area with the Zanzoken, countless images of the chef in various poses, both to escape and perhaps confuse the tracking beams.




...and finding a dead angle is what Zaofan would do. Luop's healing factor is incredible, but the chef aims to do what he does best. He activates the Wolf's Prowl, giving himself 3x his normal speed, and going from Zanzoken-dodging the beams straight to flying right at Luop, above Ochazuke's attack on the Knight's left leg. Zaofan instead aims once again for the head, and he starts his relentless barrage of best talents.

"WOLF FANG OPTIC BARRAGE!"

Ishtar’s blow sends Luop flying through a nearby rock face, embedding into it. Ochazuke’s strike had nearly knocked the glaive free, but by sheer luck Ishtar’s blow had caused Luop to instinctively clutch just a bit harder as he held onto the weapon.

The rock face shatters as the Knight stands again, barely winded, though the rest of the chest armor is gone. The glaive glimmers, and a haze falls over all who can see it.

“Lamentation of the Grave.”

To each person, visions of lost loved ones appear. These visions, all so real, assault their psyches with pain and grief and loss, taunting and distracting them as Luop’s glaive shimmers as energy pours into it.

“Judgement.”

A massive ki blade (essentially a massive keinzan) slices outward in all directions from where Luop slashes his glaive. Distracted by the first move, the cutting blade will prove fatal or crippling if it strikes.

Zaofan proved his valiant, selfless spirit once again. Terrified though he was, hurt though he was, he kept his head and protected Asha'rah with his own body. His Scarlet Shield flashed, hugging his body closely like a second skin as it protected both of them from harm. It was unlike Asha'rah's more remote Heaven's Gate. Body-hugging shields tended to make sacrifices in strength, but made up for it in ease of use and movement. It was, in essence, more akin to a Scarlet Armor than a shield. But in this case, Zaofan protective technique proved more than up to the task. Asha'rah patted him on the cheek affectionately.

"Thank you Zaofan. But perhaps you should get up, lest we incur Etrina's wrath."

As the group continued their assault, Luop attempted to buy himself time with a psychic attack. Even as she felt his probes upon her mind, Asha'rah could not prevent the visions from appearing. When one lived the life of a god, one would see a great deal of lost loved ones. And in Asha'rah's case, a god who had led the greatest and most terrible civil war to ever shake the heavens, so many of those deaths had strong connections to her actions, directly or indirectly. She had lost friends amidst her own rebellion. She had killed friends among the loyalists. Arthur, her most favored Kami. Shek'hinah, her affectionate sister in creation. Indar'en, one of her oldest friends and a good, steadfast Saiyan - Dead by her own hands.

She had faced down these ghosts every day during the War in the Heavens. That was what it meant to be a leader in wartime. She had gained further mental discipline during her formative decades among the Kame monks, meditating for hours on end, then days, then months. Thus, when she regained her senses just in time to see a feel a ki blade rushing towards her face, she pirouetted neatly out of the path. She did so without hesitation or misstep. She dodged even though the world was a blur. She wiped the wetness from her eyes, posture balanced though the weight on her shoulders felt like crushing her through the planet's core.

"Thank you for helping me remember, Sir Luop. With love comes pain, with striving comes loss. I have lost so very much over the eons. How blessed have I been with love, how fulfilling a life have I pursued."

As Zaofan, Ochazuke, Ishtar and even Sasheem combined their efforts to break through Luop's tough but exposed body, they would each find orbs attaching themselves to the greatest open wounds they inflicted. Each orb glowed violet and purple, Aura of Annihilationeating away at everything around it, especially any attempts to regenerate the wounds. Everything, that is, except a rough brown layer wrapped right around each orb. In fact, they spun in place, the sandpaper wrapping ripping out flesh and digging deeper into each wound.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Althena then goes on to show Praxat and Qaztoh the Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam power up techniques as inflates her muscles with Ki bones by a little bit and increases her height by two inches saying" this technique is called Efficiency mode." " it grants a 4x boost to power and it's highly efficient. " Althena then reverts to her normal size . afterwards she just uses her Ki to increase her arm and leg muscles saying " this technique is called Boost Mode

" it grants a 6x boost to power. " " it gives a considerable boost in speed and strength at the cost of stamina reduction." Althena then buff up her entire body with Ki turn herself into a 10 foot mountain of muscle saying " this is Power Mode!" "it grants an 8x boost to power."


"it gives a significant boost to strength at the cost of huge reduction to speed and stamina. " " the next mode after this is called Max Mode which gives a 10x boost to power." " you can look it up in the book of Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam if you want." " however I'm warn you two never used that mode under any circumstances."

" it's not worth it." " that mode will send a Toadian's body into overdrive pushing it past it's limits ." " now promise me that goes for you as well Praxat." " promise me you want attempt to use Max Mode!"

Praxat just replies to this saying " I may not be able to keep such a promise, but I'll try." Althena replies to this saying " just try not to use the mode okay." " now I want you and Qaztoh to practice what I have shown you two." Qaztoh replies to this saying " wait ancestor you didn't show us Rebound Flash Boost Counter !"

Althena replies to this saying " none of you two are ready to learn it!" " Kamzkoto Maskuito Lazikui Gazikao highly advance technique ,and until you two can master basics of Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam." " you both won't be ready to learn it!"

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

The first real scream of pain was heard as, combined, various attacks slam into the Knight, first the physical ones and then the ki ones.

The detonations under the armor are the worst, and the Knight is surrounded and obscured from vision as he is subsumed by explosions.


When the light and smoke fades, Luop is kneeling. His chest armor is half gone, his left leg armor too. The right shoulder pauldron is shattered, as is the right vambrace and gauntlet.

His exposed skin is also badly burned it looks, though swiftly turning healthy once more.

He nods.

“A worthy challenge indeed.”

He points the glaive upwards.

“Condemnation Rains.”

A beam shoots up, then shatters and dozens of tracking energy beams rain down on the M Fighters.

“Sorrow of the Sinner.”

Energy is grabbed from all around swiftly, pulled into him to restore vigor before he disappears from view, letting the tracking beams do their work.

Nevanlinna deftly dodged the beams, slashing any that were on track to actually hit with her blade, cleaving them in twain. Seri, too, dodged the beams without much effort, using her smaller size to her advantage. That, and the beams seemed to home in on her less? Weird.

Totoma took to the air--but not too high--to dodge the tracking ki beams. He evades well, but, alas, one managed to sneak in a blindspot and get him in the black, exploding and sending him careening right into another one. A third one slammed into him, sending him careening into the ground.

In a moment, he was up, bloodied and battered, and with a handful of snow in one of his hands. Snow was water, and since water, in all its forms, was the catalyst for Haurvatat... bottoms up! He gulped down the snow, ignoring the brain-freeze, and his body began to heal. Not quite as quickly as, say, a Namekian's would, but more comparable to Karine's.

Ishtar’s blow sends Luop flying through a nearby rock face, embedding into it. Ochazuke’s strike had nearly knocked the glaive free, but by sheer luck Ishtar’s blow had caused Luop to instinctively clutch just a bit harder as he held onto the weapon.

The rock face shatters as the Knight stands again, barely winded, though the rest of the chest armor is gone. The glaive glimmers, and a haze falls over all who can see it.

“Lamentation of the Grave.”

To each person, visions of lost loved ones appear. These visions, all so real, assault their psyches with pain and grief and loss, taunting and distracting them as Luop’s glaive shimmers as energy pours into it.

“Judgement.”

A massive ki blade (essentially a massive keinzan) slices outward in all directions from where Luop slashes his glaive. Distracted by the first move, the cutting blade will prove fatal or crippling if it strikes.

"Is that all you've got? Pathetic." It was his mother's voice. He looked up at her, and... she looked as she did at the end of the battle with Jagam--blooded and mangled. "Just like then, you will fail.

"If only you had been stronger, your mother wouldn't have died, those hundreds of Saiyan that Jagam killed wouldn't have died." It was his father... "A failure of a son, and a failure of a hero."

"If you had grown up and faced your problems, my father wouldn't have felt the need to go after Jagam." This time, Karine... "It's your fault."

This... they were actually right. But...

But...!

He couldn't undo his mistakes, even with the Dragonballs. The best he could do was stand up and keep moving forward, trying to do better next time. That was the most valuable thing he'd learned since all this began. All this... cheap trick was doing was pissing him off.

"Damn Bastard...!" He punched the air, rapid-fire, sending out dozens of Phantom Fists at Luop, some of which were redirected and focused with Void Lens(es) to strike at him from all angles with concentrated attacks.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Ishtar’s blow sends Luop flying through a nearby rock face, embedding into it. Ochazuke’s strike had nearly knocked the glaive free, but by sheer luck Ishtar’s blow had caused Luop to instinctively clutch just a bit harder as he held onto the weapon.

The rock face shatters as the Knight stands again, barely winded, though the rest of the chest armor is gone. The glaive glimmers, and a haze falls over all who can see it.

“Lamentation of the Grave.”

To each person, visions of lost loved ones appear. These visions, all so real, assault their psyches with pain and grief and loss, taunting and distracting them as Luop’s glaive shimmers as energy pours into it.

“Judgement.”

A massive ki blade (essentially a massive keinzan) slices outward in all directions from where Luop slashes his glaive. Distracted by the first move, the cutting blade will prove fatal or crippling if it strikes.

Parsley had still been kneeling when a sudden haze hit her. Through her mind, visions of those she lost in the past - mercenaries, classmates, those she conquered planets with - all cycled through her head. She was there again, standing in the moment when they fell for the last time. Their blood splashed on her face and armor felt so real, so warm. Their dying breathes shuddering out one last time echoed through her head. The life, their life draining from their eyes was a memory tattooed onto her brain.

"Why didn't you save us, Parsley?" taunted one.

"You said we'd conquer the universe together!" wailed another.

"How could you fail us?" demanded still one last one.

It was easy to ignore these anonymous faces that she had only had a passing association with. She stood tall and smiled. Before she could speak, however, one last specter tried its hand.

"Why did you leave me, Big Sister?"

Parsley froze the moment the frightened, shaky voice of a small child reached her. Clad in a long sundress, the child had large golden eyes and a long mane of brown hair tied back into a ponytail with a pink bow.

"Sarada?"

"Please take me home, sister. I don't like it here." The child's voice was filled with terror and anxiety, feelings no child should ever have to feel.

In the distance, a shadowy figure crept up behind Sarada. Closer and closer it crept, all the while, the child was completely unaware. "Sarada, I... I didn't mean..."

"NO! You took me here and left me! Now I'm going to die!!" The shadow was right behind her. The figure the shadow belonged to stepped out into the light, revealing himself as Dashir. Parsley lunged to save her, only to pass through the both of them. She was helpless and could only watch as young Sarada was grabbed from behind and dragged into the shadows.

Parsley opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She was helpless. She knew this was nothing more than an illusion, but it felt so real.

"How... She's still alive."

"Hardly," came another voice, one that was intimately more familiar.

Parsley turned and was confronted by... herself. The spectral girl gazed at Parsley haughtily, arms folded and tail flicking behind her. "She's been dead since that fateful moment. And it is, of course, your fault. It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't brought her there. Her innocence, her childhood, both gone because of her dear, dear sister. What's worse, your arrogance and pride got yourself killed, too." The ghost, spirit, illusion, whatever shook her head sadly and sighed. "I wonder who else you'll allow to die. Maiz? Pinach? Avoca, maybe?"

The parting words proved to be the most damning. She had gotten herself killed and it was because of her own actions that Sarada's innocence was snatched away from her at far too young an age. There was no reason to assume that the same wouldn't happen to someone else she loved.

Everything I do, every time I act, some else suffers. I... maybe I should have just stayed dead.

!!!

A massive ki attack hurtled toward the others who had been ensnared by the trammels to guilt and pain of loss. That they allowed themselves to be distracted was understandable; losing someone they actually cared about was painful. A horrible ripping feeling that left the heart raw and incomplete. It would be up to them to overcome it.

As distracted as she herself was, she barely had time to react. On sheer instinct, her hands activated a reflective ki pane as she leaped backward. The power of the attack shattered the pane and knocked her back into the ground. She grunted and groaned as pain shot through her back and the back of her head. "Y-your tricks show you're on your last leg, Threshling," she managed, albeit with none of the confidence she had before, and certainly none that she had in her past life.

She stood wobbly and pointed her finger upward to the heavens. "Let me show you a trick of mine." Ki gathered in that finger, culminating in a single white ball of energy hovering just slightly above her hand.

Prodigy's Gift - Perfect Mockery

"Condemnation Rains."

Luop's own technique shot into the air in the form of a single beam of ki, then splintered into dozens of tracking shots that curved toward the ground and wove around those that had either fallen or were still beset with visions of dead people.

Their target? Luop himself. They curled and curved until they closed in on him from every direction possible.

[MrSandman]

Ishtar’s blow sends Luop flying through a nearby rock face, embedding into it. Ochazuke’s strike had nearly knocked the glaive free, but by sheer luck Ishtar’s blow had caused Luop to instinctively clutch just a bit harder as he held onto the weapon.

The rock face shatters as the Knight stands again, barely winded, though the rest of the chest armor is gone. The glaive glimmers, and a haze falls over all who can see it.

“Lamentation of the Grave.”

To each person, visions of lost loved ones appear. These visions, all so real, assault their psyches with pain and grief and loss, taunting and distracting them as Luop’s glaive shimmers as energy pours into it.

“Judgement.”

A massive ki blade (essentially a massive keinzan) slices outward in all directions from where Luop slashes his glaive. Distracted by the first move, the cutting blade will prove fatal or crippling if it strikes.

"......."

Cthylla tilted her head in confusion. Was this suppose to be some form of mental assault. Cthylla, who was more then adept enough in such a field, was unable to grasp the true form of his attack.....especially since it seemed to have no effect. She would have to question him once his defeat was complete.

Not at all hindered by his distraction, Cthylla prepared her attack while he was still preparing his glaive swing...summoning an orb of Negative Starlight. As his glaive swung, the height of his distraction, Cthylla void steps above and him lets her star fall....aiming for the remainder of his intact armor, before casually void stepping out of harms way.