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

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

OT: There is some, Yes.

IC: The stone catches him and he drops Sarada.

With Sarada free from the Commander's grip, and cutting herself free besides; Ishtar smirked.

Stepping in to where the Nagadarr leader would find itself a moment later, the golden-eyed Oni waited patiently- beginning the process of drawing in the energy from the nearby flora as she did- when the chest of the Nagadarr Commander came into view Ishtar blurred forward and struck.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

OT: Dūraoša at (1) charge.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

At Meagan' word, the children make a run for the Cruiser, though Meagan stays behind to make sure they get away safely. As they run up the plank and into the ship, she scans the area for threats and hostiles.

She sees Ishtar and Sarada dealing with one Nagadarr Commander and his reinforcements coming up quickly.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

She manages to cut herself free.

Slowly, Sarada's katchin knife cut through the harness. Her breathing was laborious, her chest hitching as it rose and fell with each breath to minimize the burning, throbbing pain her various injuries beset her with. She was in a bad way, but freedom was on the horizon, and was steadily growing closer by the second.

One harpoon was cut loose, then another, and another. Come on. Almost there. The fourth harpoon was removed, giving her freedom in all four limbs. Her tired extremities unrolled, aching from spending so long curled up in a ball. She was almost able to rejoin the battle, but not yet. Her anticipation to fight and tear the Nagadarr Commander to ribbons was growing into a fever pitch as her knife worked on the final harpoon, the one clamped around her neck.

"Finally," she whispered when it fell to the ground. She was free! No longer would she be in danger of being subjugated to Nagadarr torture or fuck knew what else.

She rose to her hands and knees, breathing raggedly. The urge to simply lie down and let the others have at it for the remainder of the battle was stronger than she thought it would be, but she just as easily dismissed it.

She was a Saiyan. Fighting was what she lived for; and when she suffered the humiliation and disgrace of being captured and nearly taken prisoner, the urge to fight and retaliate heavily outweighed her urge to rest.

She was a warrior. She didn't lie down when there was fighting and killing to be done! Regardless of how tired she was, she pushed past her limitations and rose to the occasion every time.

She rose to her as a wave of refreshing energy swept through her. Her ki reserves had been eaten away at, but she still had enough to fight.

A Saiyan's Pride

With a flick of her wrist, her second knife materialized in her hand as she stalked toward the Commander.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

Totoma had spent quite a bit battling the two strong and skilled Nagadarr, but in the end, he emerged victorious. Managing to attach a thread to one of the two, he had pulled him(?) into the fire of the other. The shock of seriously injuring his(?) comrade had briefly given the mercenary pause. It wasn't long, but it was enough for Totoma to land a decisive fatal blow.

Totoma grinned. "You guys were great, but... justice prevails in the end."

The Nagadarr... chuckled? Totoma didn't like the sound of that, but he didn't need to wait long to find out why the Nagadarr had chuckled, as he--or his armor?--exploded the very next moment, along with his partner. With Totoma standing right next to both of them, he was blasted dozens of meters away, rolling to a stop.

With a groan, Totoma sat up unsteadily. He hadn't dropped out of Hitozaru, and he'd managed to get a (half-assed) Razorback up, but one of his arms was... not in good shape. Damn, to think they'd go as far as a suicide attack. Well, they were both going to die anyway, so it made sense to at least try to take out or at least neutralize a strong enemy.

Just then, Totoma felt Sarada's energy drop. A lot. Lower than her normal form's power, even. He could tell, without even being near her, that she had dropped out of Hitozaru, for some reason. Damn, that meant she was out of the fight for now. Shortly after Sarada's power dropped, another high power--that tall elf-looking girl, he believed--also dropped like a rock. Incidentally, she seemed to be in the same general proximity as Sarada. What the hell was going on there?

Shaking his head, he stood up and retreated to rehydrate, regroup, and let his Haurvatat technique heal his injuries a bit. He could sense Ishtar and Jack near there, too, and while his initial urge was to rush over and play hero, just rushing in like an idiot was probably not a good idea.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

With Sarada free from the Commander's grip, and cutting herself free besides; Ishtar smirked.

Stepping in to where the Nagadarr leader would find itself a moment later, the golden-eyed Oni waited patiently- beginning the process of drawing in the energy from the nearby flora as she did- when the chest of the Nagadarr Commander came into view Ishtar blurred forward and struck.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

OT: Dūraoša at (1) charge.

A desperate parry against the punch saves his life as he pushes the blow aside.

However, Jack slides in from nowhere and plants a knife in its back.

“Hit him again, Ishtar!”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Slowly, Sarada's katchin knife cut through the harness. Her breathing was laborious, her chest hitching as it rose and fell with each breath to minimize the burning, throbbing pain her various injuries beset her with. She was in a bad way, but freedom was on the horizon, and was steadily growing closer by the second.

One harpoon was cut loose, then another, and another. Come on. Almost there. The fourth harpoon was removed, giving her freedom in all four limbs. Her tired extremities unrolled, aching from spending so long curled up in a ball. She was almost able to rejoin the battle, but not yet. Her anticipation to fight and tear the Nagadarr Commander to ribbons was growing into a fever pitch as her knife worked on the final harpoon, the one clamped around her neck.

"Finally," she whispered when it fell to the ground. She was free! No longer would she be in danger of being subjugated to Nagadarr torture or fuck knew what else.

She rose to her hands and knees, breathing raggedly. The urge to simply lie down and let the others have at it for the remainder of the battle was stronger than she thought it would be, but she just as easily dismissed it.

She was a Saiyan. Fighting was what she lived for; and when she suffered the humiliation and disgrace of being captured and nearly taken prisoner, the urge to fight and retaliate heavily outweighed her urge to rest.

She was a warrior. She didn't lie down when there was fighting and killing to be done! Regardless of how tired she was, she pushed past her limitations and rose to the occasion every time.

She rose to her as a wave of refreshing energy swept through her. Her ki reserves had been eaten away at, but she still had enough to fight.

A Saiyan's Pride

With a flick of her wrist, her second knife materialized in her hand as she stalked toward the Commander.

And see Jack come in and stab him in the back after the commander parried Ishtar’s punch.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Adam smashes the energy of the Nagadarr's own attack into the oncoming metal, then leaps through time behind it. "The Circle Screams!" Sculpting it's hand into an energy weapon, Adam fires at the alien's back, where a human keeps their spine.

It grunts but seems unharmed.

[Yun Lao]

P-Sta lands too, and nearly falls back looking beat up. "Charco...Zaofan...I may...have a plan to take this one out!" P-Sta began. "Hopefully without expunging too much energy..." he sighed as he raised a hand, a ki attack in the shape of a cube appearing in his palm. "Do either of you two have the strength to launch another attack?" he asked, hoping they could react before the Nagadarr did.

With only one hand available, Charco raised it, pointing towards the Nagadarr assaulting P-Sta with his index and middle fingers and thumb. He hadn't actually used this technique before, but he had read about it quite a few times throughout Jorg Fourmen's notes. It was the predecessor to his grandmother's Tyranno Blast and while it was outdated, it seemed an appropriate time to use it.

Three beams of energy lanced towards the Nagadarr, skewering the enemy's legs and lower back and holding it in place, or at least as much as three solid beams of energy could hold it.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

A desperate parry against the punch saves his life as he pushes the blow aside.

However, Jack slides in from nowhere and plants a knife in its back.

“Hit him again, Ishtar!”

Ishtar offers a quick nod, and complies.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

OT: Dūraoša at (2) charges.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

With Sarada free from the Commander's grip, and cutting herself free besides; Ishtar smirked.

Stepping in to where the Nagadarr leader would find itself a moment later, the golden-eyed Oni waited patiently- beginning the process of drawing in the energy from the nearby flora as she did- when the chest of the Nagadarr Commander came into view Ishtar blurred forward and struck.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

OT: Dūraoša at (1) charge.

A desperate parry against the punch saves his life as he pushes the blow aside.

However, Jack slides in from nowhere and plants a knife in its back.

“Hit him again, Ishtar!”

And see Jack come in and stab him in the back after the commander parried Ishtar’s punch.

Ishtar attacked while Sarada was still getting on her feet, cratering the ground with a mighty punch. This one was far more powerful than the one that struck her, and desperate parry was the difference between the Commander still breathing and being smeared across the battlefield.

"Tch." There was little chance that he would last very long against the two of them, especially now that they knew of his ability to manipulate ki. Sarada advanced on him quickly, a yellow ball of energy forming in her hand. About halfway, Jack appeared and stabbed him in the back. Her face broke into a grin as her own knife flashed upward toward the Commanders throat.

Whether it struck or not didn't matter, as it was just a distraction. Her real attack was the yellow ball she was pressing into the Nagadarr's chest. "Agony Matrix."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

With only one hand available, Charco raised it, pointing towards the Nagadarr assaulting P-Sta with his index and middle fingers and thumb. He hadn't actually used this technique before, but he had read about it quite a few times throughout Jorg Fourmen's notes. It was the predecessor to his grandmother's Tyranno Blast and while it was outdated, it seemed an appropriate time to use it.

Three beams of energy lanced towards the Nagadarr, skewering the enemy's legs and lower back and holding it in place, or at least as much as three solid beams of energy could hold it.

The Nagadarr is held in place.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ishtar, Sarada, and Jack kill the wiley Commander.

[rhyvurg]

It grunts but seems unharmed.

Adam changes tactics again, sending tendrils to interface with the alien's nanotech while also forming a large spike to lance at the back of it's neck.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Ishtar, Sarada, and Jack kill the wiley Commander.

Between the three of them, the Commander fell for the final time. "Ha! Enjoy hell, asswipe!" Sarada taunted.

The battle was won, but the war wasn't over yet. She sensed reinforcements closing in quickly, and from the feel of it, they weren't on her side. A visual glance confirmed this. "We have incoming."

A ball of crimson ki formed in her hand, then broke apart and reformed in the shape of three energy knives held between her fingers. With a sweep of her hands, she hurled the ki knives at the incoming Nagadarr.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Between the three of them, the Commander fell for the final time. "Ha! Enjoy hell, asswipe!" Sarada taunted.

The battle was won, but the war wasn't over yet. She sensed reinforcements closing in quickly, and from the feel of it, they weren't on her side. A visual glance confirmed this. "We have incoming."

A ball of crimson ki formed in her hand, then broke apart and reformed in the shape of three energy knives held between her fingers. With a sweep of her hands, she hurled the ki knives at the incoming Nagadarr.

Joined by Ochazuke, Midori, and Shiro blasting too from different covered positions.

Chuan moves up to Sarada.

“Need some help?”