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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

It strikes him and Jagam’s power level seems to start dropping.

Meanwhile, Anula is further sealed.

[Ptrvc]

Neva throws Jagam towards the ground where grey mists wrap around parts of him, keeping him contained momentarily.

Anula is bound securely.

Another flame erupts from one of Jack's hands which lengthens and grows several feet before vanishing revealing a long sword with an unsharpened hexagonal blade and a needle sharp point like an ice pick.

With one hand around the blade and one around the hild Jack rushes in aiming to thrust the point in Jagam's chest.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Another flame erupts from one of Jack's hands which lengthens and grows several feet before vanishing revealing a long sword with an unsharpened hexagonal blade and a needle sharp point like an ice pick.

With one hand around the blade and one around the hild Jack rushes in aiming to thrust the point in Jagam's chest.

He grunts as the blade pierces him.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

He grunts as the blade pierces him.

Parsley didn't stop at simply nullifying his power. After the next round of attacks struck due to his being unable to defend himself, she reached out and struck him in the back.

Her hand was enveloped with a dark black energy, the ki inhibiting energy Avoca showed her days ago. If she connected, it would prevent Jagam from accessing his ki so he couldn't power up.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Ishtar watched this all unfold -- as everyone took turns at crippling Jagam -- and couldn't help but think there was something wrong. Of course there was a chance there wasn't ... that they had worried over nothing, and yet this seemed far and again too easy even had they overprepared.

That this Saiyan Killer had gotten so far, with skills as weak as these ...

"Ochazuke." Ishtar spoke quickly, as she flipped on her communication device.

"Tell me what you see, with that otherworldly sense of yours."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Sarada could feel the tide of the battle shifting in their favor. Jagam's power was starting to drop suddenly, which meant that Parsley must have gotten involved.

Good. Now it was time for Sarada to return.

With a tired, pained grunt, she rose to her feet and rocketed into the air back toward the battlefield. As she flew, Scarlet Fever enveloped her hands.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Parsley didn't stop at simply nullifying his power. After the next round of attacks struck due to his being unable to defend himself, she reached out and struck him in the back.

Her hand was enveloped with a dark black energy, the ki inhibiting energy Avoca showed her days ago. If she connected, it would prevent Jagam from accessing his ki so he couldn't power up.

Again, this seems to work as Jagam grows even weaker.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Again, this seems to work as Jagam grows even weaker.

There. Parsley had done what she wanted to do. With her role in this battle having come to its conclusion, she took a step back and allowed her sister to finish what she started. She would hang back in a more supportive role until the fight had run its course and victory was theirs.

Sarada arrived like a meteor, slamming into the ground and immediately throwing a blurred bevy of ki-enhanced punches and kicks into Jagam's defenseless, weakened form. It didn't even occur to her that things were going well.

Too well.

Parsley narrowed her eyes.

[grampagen]

"Looks like Etrina and Ishtar have the secondary enemy at their combined mercy, as expected." The Blue Etrina appraised the situation with calculating eyes.

"Tsk....I suppose we were expecting too much from Jagams pocket mage." The White Etrina fumed.

Silently Ochazuke chuckled to himself. After all, on the surface it was just as they had appraised. Is this it? Is that all these Masters and Destroyers can conjur? A boot-heel meant to fall only to teeter backwards?

"Within matters of magic all is hardly as it seems at first glance," he said. "We can draw our conclusions after the combat is finished, there is much work yet to do."

"The spell woven into the terrain has not been completely broken, and Jagam seems to be entirely ignorant of this, or perhaps simply becomes careless when his prey is in view," he said. "But we can agree for all the doomsaying this has been rather simple."

Ishtar watched this all unfold -- as everyone took turns at crippling Jagam -- and couldn't help but think there was something wrong. Of course there was a chance there wasn't ... that they had worried over nothing, and yet this seemed far and again too easy even had they overprepared.

That this Saiyan Killer had gotten so far, with skills as weak as these ...

"Ochazuke." Ishtar spoke quickly, as she flipped on her communication device.

"Tell me what you see, with that otherworldly sense of yours."

He held within a small, mad hope that everything was as had transpired; that the hard-fought battle had been suitably overcome in moments without the loss of life, and with but a few blooded moments the Earth would remain turning as they would seize upon these two to interrogate the intention of that hidden threat among the stars.

As the Saiyan Killer was caught between the pincer attack of Jack and Parsley, Ochazuke heard Ishtar's words. Still standing apart from the battlefield high above, once more he focused his meditation field over the gathering.

That which fall upon the senses may yet be missed if one does not possess mind enough to pursue it, he thought to himself.

Now knowing the shape and signature of that Threshling veil, he poured greater concentration into his sense-awareness, and sought awareness of everything in the environs between the Threshlings below.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat arrives on the battlefield wearing her special googles and fires a couple of well place Ki blasts saying " I would try to reason with you with words , but knowing that you're a Saiyan Jagam. " "the only option I have is to fight , because you Saiyans never solve things peacefully !"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Silently Ochazuke chuckled to himself. After all, on the surface it was just as they had appraised. Is this it? Is that all these Masters and Destroyers can conjur? A boot-heel meant to fall only to teeter backwards?

"Within matters of magic all is hardly as it seems at first glance," he said. "We can draw our conclusions after the combat is finished, there is much work yet to do."

"The spell woven into the terrain has not been completely broken, and Jagam seems to be entirely ignorant of this, or perhaps simply becomes careless when his prey is in view," he said. "But we can agree for all the doomsaying this has been rather simple."



He held within a small, mad hope that everything was as had transpired; that the hard-fought battle had been suitably overcome in moments without the loss of life, and with but a few blooded moments the Earth would remain turning as they would seize upon these two to interrogate the intention of that hidden threat among the stars.

As the Saiyan Killer was caught between the pincer attack of Jack and Parsley, Ochazuke heard Ishtar's words. Still standing apart from the battlefield high above, once more he focused his meditation field over the gathering.

That which fall upon the senses may yet be missed if one does not possess mind enough to pursue it, he thought to himself.

Now knowing the shape and signature of that Threshling veil, he poured greater concentration into his sense-awareness, and sought awareness of everything in the environs between the Threshlings below.

There are no traps, no other assailants, no latent Magic’s about. All is as it seems

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

There. Parsley had done what she wanted to do. With her role in this battle having come to its conclusion, she took a step back and allowed her sister to finish what she started. She would hang back in a more supportive role until the fight had run its course and victory was theirs.

Sarada arrived like a meteor, slamming into the ground and immediately throwing a blurred bevy of ki-enhanced punches and kicks into Jagam's defenseless, weakened form. It didn't even occur to her that things were going well.

Too well.

Parsley narrowed her eyes.

The blows land and Jagam grunts as robs break, his body getting battered and bruised under her assault.

[Ptrvc]

He grunts as the blade pierces him.

With a cruel twist of his weapon Jack pulls it free and backs off slightly, taking a middle guard.

Slowly he begins to charge his ki.

"You're stuck good bucko, reckon it's time to fold."

Can't be that easy... right?

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

With a cruel twist of his weapon Jack pulls it free and backs off slightly, taking a middle guard.

Slowly he begins to charge his ki.

"You're stuck good bucko, reckon it's time to fold."

Can't be that easy... right?

Blood pours from the viscious wound as Jagam falls to his knees, breathing hard, barely conscious.

[Ptrvc]

Blood pours from the viscious wound as Jagam falls to his knees, breathing hard, barely conscious.

"If you don't surrender now you're, just gonna die now, with all your misdeeds clinging to your soul. Yield it ain't too late."

Jack eyed Sarada, "But you don't have to long, so I suggest you make it quick, Jagam."