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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OF: Ki traps are gone, magic traps are still in place.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Whups

/limit

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Wrong thread.

[Yun Lao]

“The subtle tongue, the sophists guile: all fails when the broadsword sings.”

His ki ball morphs into a broadsword and he cuts Sarada’s blast away.

He grins at her.

“Rush in and die, dogs: I was a man, before I was king.”

Judging by the reactions of several of them, Jagam's potshots had ruined most, if not all of their traps. A pity, but battles weren't won by rigid plans but how the combatants adapted. Pointing towards Sarada, a faint ripple could be seen as he executed the Hair of the Dog programming, imbuing her aura with a barrier that would absorb (or at least attempt to) whatever Jagam would throw at her and empower her with its energy.

The next iteration of the technique began to load, just in case Jagam chose to focus on someone else other than Sarada and with the amount of fighters this group had, Quila would have his hands full.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

“The subtle tongue, the sophists guile: all fails when the broadsword sings.”

His ki ball morphs into a broadsword and he cuts Sarada’s blast away.

He grins at her.

“Rush in and die, dogs: I was a man, before I was king.”

"Tch."

Sarada had had enough of this ass' posturing. She floated down to the ground to confront Jagam head on. She landed several yards away from him, eyes focused on him and him only. The traps were gone, but that didn't matter. It was foolish to put her eggs all in one basket.

For a long moment, she said nothing, merely staring at Jagam to take him in. He was everything her nightmares said he would be. Terrifyingly powerful, smart, cautious. She would need to be 100% focused to beat him. They all would.

"Queen Sarada, at your service," she finally said. "I've been waiting for you, Jagam." She powered up quickly, not wanting to give him a single opening. "An interesting choice of battlefield. I figured you'd show your face on one of the Saiyan worlds."

[Tami]

The three arrive in time to see Jagam form his Ki ball. Cyanna and Dash remain high and much farther back, while Meagan moves in closer. She did not know what his plan was, but her gut instinct told her that they may already be too late.

There wasn't much she could do to stop him, still she opened her Third Eye and took in everything she saw. She did not know if she could affect and alter that much Ki, but if she could use Iris' Gift to neutralize it she will do so, or at least try to do so.

Unable to affect his Ki from a distance, Meagan turns her attention to the Priestess companion of his. Focusing on tracking Magical energies, she sought more information on her and on what her relationship to Jagam was. Was she assisting him in some way? Was she using magic or some other ability to enhance or protect him?

This is one battle that she did not wish to jump into blind. The more information she could obtain, the better prepared she will be to deal with it.

[KingofPie]

“The subtle tongue, the sophists guile: all fails when the broadsword sings.”

His ki ball morphs into a broadsword and he cuts Sarada’s blast away.

He grins at her.

“Rush in and die, dogs: I was a man, before I was king.”

Sasheem smirked to himself as he arrived, judging the scene from a distance.

"So this is the big bastard himself. Sasheem's plan just might work out after all..." he thought to himself. The Majin hung back for now, the fight having barely begun at all at this point.

[grampagen]

A periwinkle glow pushed back the night, a new day heralded by the thaw of darkness. The planet stirred in silence then as the first rays of the sun rose over the horizon bringing within its promise of assured warmth the shape of fanglike projections that tore across the sky. The light lashed out, fallen from a distant star onto the Earth, laying in its wake a crimson sea of clouds that crept over the planet below.

Standing there upon the edge of the Lookout Ochazuke beheld the sight between slow breaths of his waking meditation. The feast did not give him respite, nor did dreamless sleep stymie him from waking to take in the bloody dawn.

His frame stood stock still, though the expanse of his subtle sense stretched as far as it could, poring over the planet below. Earth shall bear this burden. The Guardian's words reverberated through his mind, and in that quiet smile she held the utmost confidence in her charge. No answers, only faith that it shall be done, one way or another...

Sarada was eating something for breakfast when she felt it. A power entering Earth's atmosphere. It was high, strong. There was no doubting who it was.

She glanced at her sister, who felt it as well. "It's time," she uttered.

Sarada nodded and changed into her battle armor and followed her outside.

Without waiting for the others, Parsley left. Sarada lingered behind to give Ishtar a kiss and a squeeze of the hand. "Don't die," she said before taking off and catching up to her sister.

"Jagam has arrived searching for Saiyans. So Saiyans he shall receive," he said curtly to the two. Silently he exchanged a parting glance with Sarada, then Parsley. The dread pulse of an alien strength heralded the arrival of their enemy as they descended upon their falling star. "By his presence his masters would question the worth of Saiyan life. How shall you answer him?"

---

One by one each member of the group left to the battlefield, and he could only chuckle silently to himself as he resumed standing. Turning his gaze upward towards those fading stars even as the red receded to reveal the golden path before him, the rogue Crane stood atop the roost and waited.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat puts on he special googles and looks at Jinzi saying " Okay I'm ready ." "I pray that speed of the ship Princess Qaztoh isn't in Mega Parsecs Per hour ." "that would mean it would have a deluxe high grade warp drive." " ships such as those are insanely fast."

" a ship that can warp at such a speed could travel a distance of 24.01 million light years in only seconds, minuets , and a few hours depend on if it's 1 Mega Parsec pre hour or multiple Mega Parsecs per hour." " ship's like those are ridiculously expensive and hard to come by." "those types of ships are good if some one want's to get some place that is a insanely long distance fast."


" if the speed of the ship she's in is measure in parsecs per hour than it would take the Princess pretty much forever to get here." " such ships aren't well suit to travel from one galaxy to another ." they're just too slow for that." however a ship that can travel 60 Kiloparsecs in one hour ."

" could get to this planet in precisely 5 days and a few hours ,and one that can travel 35 Kiloparsecs in hour are would get here in about 2 weeks. " those are the types of ships normally use for travel across galaxies." " as for right now we have planet to protect."

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

The ki blast lands, the area below detonating. When the dust settles, he smiles as various traps that has been set below were destroyed or rendered unusable.

In an instant, and with a single offering of explosive energy that split the Wastes, the hours of sweat and blood that had been offered up by Ishtar, and Parsley, was rendered worthless. The Oni's golden eyes widened slightly.

How.

She knew immediately it was not a failing of her own Blood Magic. The hours of sweat, and offering of her own blue-black ichor had seen to that; it was after all a spell beyond what was discernable by even the Threshling Witch. Which meant it was something else ... perhaps a failure to mask the energy that had been offered before her own dark arts, fully ? Some lingering speck of Oni, or Saiyan resolve that had tipped the scale that had been so painfully balanced, and led to this ruination ?

... Did it matter ?

No.

Whether what had come to be was the result of some oversight, or a twist enacted by her aunt, Fate, as some petty form of revenge mattered little.The damage was done.

Ishtar's upper lip peeled back in a silent snarl.

"So be it."

Turning away from Jagam, the golden-eyed Oni set her eyes on a potential outlet for the budding anger she now felt: the Threshling Witch, who yet hovered in the pod that had whisked them across the stars.

After a moment, the ship moves up higher to an observation point ...

And so with her sight set, Ishtar vanished; reappearing in an instant less than a meter from the suspended craft as she teleported into position.

And her end, was simple: she would see how well prepared they were.

Angled so that the blast would find its way from Ishtar's palms, to Jagam's back below, the Oni let loose a torrent of magically bound electricity that would first find itself contending with the Space Pod containing the Threshling Witch.

"Vairyanãm Anghu Raocah."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Unable to affect his Ki from a distance, Meagan turns her attention to the Priestess companion of his. Focusing on tracking Magical energies, she sought more information on her and on what her relationship to Jagam was. Was she assisting him in some way? Was she using magic or some other ability to enhance or protect him?

This is one battle that she did not wish to jump into blind. The more information she could obtain, the better prepared she will be to deal with it.

A very subtle string of magic connects the two. She’s boosting something of his.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Tch."

Sarada had had enough of this ass' posturing. She floated down to the ground to confront Jagam head on. She landed several yards away from him, eyes focused on him and him only. The traps were gone, but that didn't matter. It was foolish to put her eggs all in one basket.

For a long moment, she said nothing, merely staring at Jagam to take him in. He was everything her nightmares said he would be. Terrifyingly powerful, smart, cautious. She would need to be 100% focused to beat him. They all would.

"Queen Sarada, at your service," she finally said. "I've been waiting for you, Jagam." She powered up quickly, not wanting to give him a single opening. "An interesting choice of battlefield. I figured you'd show your face on one of the Saiyan worlds."

He appeared right in front of her, sword whistling down in a death blow towards her neck.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

In an instant, and with a single offering of explosive energy that split the Wastes, the hours of sweat and blood that had been offered up by Ishtar, and Parsley, was rendered worthless. The Oni's golden eyes widened slightly.

How.

She knew immediately it was not a failing of her own Blood Magic. The hours of sweat, and offering of her own blue-black ichor had seen to that; it was after all a spell beyond what was discernable by even the Threshling Witch. Which meant it was something else ... perhaps a failure to mask the energy that had been offered before her own dark arts, fully ? Some lingering speck of Oni, or Saiyan resolve that had tipped the scale that had been so painfully balanced, and led to this ruination ?

... Did it matter ?

No.

Whether what had come to be was the result of some oversight, or a twist enacted by her aunt, Fate, as some petty form of revenge mattered little.The damage was done.

Ishtar's upper lip peeled back in a silent snarl.

"So be it."

Turning away from Jagam, the golden-eyed Oni set her eyes on a potential outlet for the budding anger she now felt: the Threshling Witch, who yet hovered in the pod that had whisked them across the stars.



And so with her sight set, Ishtar vanished; reappearing in an instant less than a meter from the suspended craft as she teleported into position.

And her end, was simple: she would see how well prepared they were.

Angled so that the blast would find its way from Ishtar's palms, to Jagam's back below, the Oni let loose a torrent of magically bound electricity that would first find itself contending with the Space Pod containing the Threshling Witch.

"Vairyanãm Anghu Raocah."

The pod explodes, a foreign tongue curses loudly as the priestess, cloaked in dark robes, floated amidst the pod wreckage. Her palm was held out, Ishtar’s attack held against it, crackling a she dissipates it before it can get to Jagam.

“Unclean beast, that was.....irritating.” a crisp, clean female voice echoes out from the hood, distorted slightly by the odd language she now speaks.

Crimson electricity sparks in her other hand.

“Have it back.”

A bolt of crimson lightning strikes towards Ishtar.

[KingofPie]

He appeared right in front of her, sword whistling down in a death blow towards her neck.

"Mamba boost!"

Sasheem blitzed forward, the Mamba boost giving him a sharp increase in speed as he rockrted through the skies, deciding to make his first move in the battle as he shouted, "Katchin Mode!" The metal she'll overtaking him as he reared his leg back and and attempted to kick away Jagam's blade from hitting Sarada's neck.

"Sasheem'll hold him off while he can! Hit him hard, *******!" Sasheem grinned asking Sarada politely to attack their common foe.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

He appeared right in front of her, sword whistling down in a death blow towards her neck.

He was faster than she expected, but not so fast that she couldn't react before getting her head lopped off. Sarada's armo flashed upward and blocked the sword with one of the katchin bracers Ishtar gave her for her birthday.

She thrust her free hand forward, seeking to stab Jagam in the torso with a katchin knife that appeared in her hand through sleight of hand.