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

[Sub-Zero MKA]

His protective aura shatters but saves him the kick. He grabs her leg and spins her around and around before releasing her into a nearby cliff.

He had a protective aura. Naturally, of course. It saved him from the kick, but that was the only thing it would save him from.

She was spun around, then thrown into and through a cliff. It didn't hurt her in the slightest, and when she came out the other side, she curled around and made a beeline right for him. She fired a volley of blasts his way to herald her return.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

He had a protective aura. Naturally, of course. It saved him from the kick, but that was the only thing it would save him from.

She was spun around, then thrown into and through a cliff. It didn't hurt her in the slightest, and when she came out the other side, she curled around and made a beeline right for him. She fired a volley of blasts his way to herald her return.

Having only partial access to his ki right now, Jagam curses and takes off into the sky, leading the ki blasts on a chase as he darts between the rock pillars.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

At long last, Totoma arrived at the battlefield, just in time to see Sarada transform into her hitozaru form. Against, most opponents, that would be the end of it, but... Jagam had faced the form all those years ago, when his mother had used it. There was no doubt that he knew its weakness--the tail.

From his vantage point in the sky, he activated his Kizuna, the others feeling the now-familiar 'offer' pressing at the edges of their consciousness. That having been completed, he focused his energy and began to power up. Veins swelled, muscles bulged, and even his height increased as his blue aura quickly changed into a brilliant emerald green. The clouds around him were blown away by the sudden increase in his ki.

His powerup completed, he stared down at the battlefield--at Jagam--with blank white eyes, his expression one of sheer rage, hatred, and contempt.

"Jagam."

He spoke in a bellow, the sound echoing out across the battlefield.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Having only partial access to his ki right now, Jagam curses and takes off into the sky, leading the ki blasts on a chase as he darts between the rock pillars.

Sarada and her blasts followed after him, knowing full well that he was trying to lead her into a trap. 'Ishtar, are those traps in the pillars still active? If so, do it.'

She'd be trapped as well, but at least Jagam wouldn't be able to move much, as weak as he was at the moment.

"You can't escape me!" she shouted in an attempt to egg him on and coerce him into falling into -- with hope -- Ishtar's trap. If they weren't still there, then she could use her blasts to destroy the pillars and trap him there.

[KingofPie]

He falls suddenly, his ki access gone. He catches himself mid-air, fighting against her power of shutting his ki accesss down. It’s a struggle and will wear her down very quickly.

Sasheem frowned. This was his chance for his plan to commence....now or never. Quickly he zapped the ground below with his antenna, coverting a patch of rubble into a small garden. Scooping something from it, he quickly sped up towards Jagam, using his Mamba Boost to give him an extra push. "Jagam, you sumbitch!" Sasheem shouted attempting to get the halflings attention as he activated his Katchin mode.

"You're full of yourself and maybe for good reason! Sasheem'll give you that...but there can only be one Greater Annihilator and if you wanna prove it then hit him with your best shot! No fist can match Sasheem's Katchin Mode!" The Majin boasted, striking the fighting stance of the Snake School before Jagam.

[Tami]

Having only partial access to his ki right now, Jagam curses and takes off into the sky, leading the ki blasts on a chase as he darts between the rock pillars.

Dash and Cyanna reappear behind Meagan, as they do, the three link up, combining powers. Meagan shifts from Blocking Jagam's power supply, to draining it as she had once done with Chris the Knife. And as with Chris, she calls out

"Kaio-Ken x5!" Draining his Ki as she multiples her own by 5. Then tapping into Cyanna's abilities, Meagan summons a Chroma Blast and fires it at Jagam. The blast can not miss him, he wil be hit with his own energy.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Jagam keeps fleeing, his ki access gone. Suddenly, when Meagan uses Kaio-Ken, his just falls, all ki gone. Hitting a pillar, he careens into the ground and leaves a trail. Struggling, he looks up as the Chroma blast is suddenly upon him.

The place lights up and the world goes bright as the explosion engulfs him.

When the dust settles, his form is badly damaged. Blood weeps from multiple wounds and his arms are burned badly where he crossed them in front to protect himself. His shirt is gone, revealing the tattooed names of all the Saiyans he’s killed.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Things trended as they did before.

Jagam fled, and took more and more damage in the process ... which meant that should he not die, soon enough ... he would simply heal, and grow stronger.

Ishtar's sotic countance faltered, giving way to a flicker of rage.

Sarada and her blasts followed after him, knowing full well that he was trying to lead her into a trap. 'Ishtar, are those traps in the pillars still active? If so, do it.'

She'd be trapped as well, but at least Jagam wouldn't be able to move much, as weak as he was at the moment.

"You can't escape me!" she shouted in an attempt to egg him on and coerce him into falling into -- with hope -- Ishtar's trap. If they weren't still there, then she could use her blasts to destroy the pillars and trap him there.

'No. They are gone.'

With that, Ishtar drew her Katchin Blade.

As the others continued to batter the Saiyan, going so far as to burn him and scorch his shirt, Ishtar nodded to herself and the blade. "Come then, let us see if you have earned your name."

Taking a few formative steps that slowly transitioned into a run, Ishtar blinked out of existence and reappeared in front of the Saiyan Killer, sword at the ready.

Then she swung.

"Xshathra."

The ability, activated in the swing of that void-black blade, sent a ripple across the landscape as a thin line of focused energy discharged from its tip aimed squarely at Jagam. Even should it miss, the explosion would annilaite the landscape before her and perhaps it would set the Saiyan fleeing once more.

OT: Xshathra active. Ishtar's combat PL is now 78000.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Parsley watched the battle begin anew with vested interest. Her sister had leaped ahead, easily eclipsing 127K with that hybrid Oozaru form. That accursed form that haunted her very dreams, and had been since that fateful day.

Her hands balled into fists clenched so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

That... damned... Hitozaru form.... goddamn it!!

Parsley would not allow this to pass. She could not allow Sarada to go on thinking that she was more powerful than her.

She tried. She really did. She tried to be a team player. She tried to be humble. She tried to put her pride aside for the good of the Saiyan race. But the moment that form appeared, all that went out the window, and she was right back on that stupid battle planet, face down in the dirt with Sarada standing over her, taunting her with every breath.

No more. No more would she live in a world where she was only second best. No more would she accept the fact that her sister was more powerful. NO MORE!!

If Sarada could do it, then so could Parsley. She was the prodigy in their family; there was nothing that was beyond her grasp. Nothing!

She already knew how to activate the Blutz lamps, so she was already halfway there. From there, it was a matter of minute control. No one had more control than Parsley.

Power suddenly swelled and surged through her like a raging river forced through a narrow dam. It was overwhelming, she nearly lost control. But, she didn't. She was Parsley, the Saiyan prodigy. Parsley, the true Queen of the Saiyan race. Parsley, better than Sarada!

She let out a bestial roar and let her power swell. It wasn't much of a boost; she only could manage around two and a half times where she was before she started. However, she was a prodigy, so she knew she had more power in her that she could use without burning herself out. She raised it higher and higher, eclipsing four times where she was before, and yes, closing the gap between herself and her sister to only a thousand. That would do.

"I've done it," she declared before rocketing into the air in pursuit of Jagam.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

'No. They are gone.'

With that, Ishtar drew her Katchin Blade.

As the others continued to batter the Saiyan, going so far as to burn him and scorch his shirt, Ishtar nodded to herself and the blade. "Come then, let us see if you have earned your name."

Taking a few formative steps that slowly transitioned into a run, Ishtar blinked out of existence and reappeared in front of the Saiyan Killer, sword at the ready.

Then she swung.

"Xshathra."

The ability, activated in the swing of that void-black blade, sent a ripple across the landscape as a thin line of focused energy discharged from its tip aimed squarely at Jagam. Even should it miss, the explosion would annilaite the landscape before her and perhaps it would set the Saiyan fleeing once more.

OT: Xshathra active. Ishtar's combat PL is now 78000.

'Damn it. That's not good. Alright, we'll go with plan B. As soon as I figure that out.'

Jagam keeps fleeing, his ki access gone. Suddenly, when Meagan uses Kaio-Ken, his just falls, all ki gone. Hitting a pillar, he careens into the ground and leaves a trail. Struggling, he looks up as the Chroma blast is suddenly upon him.

The place lights up and the world goes bright as the explosion engulfs him.

When the dust settles, his form is badly damaged. Blood weeps from multiple wounds and his arms are burned badly where he crossed them in front to protect himself. His shirt is gone, revealing the tattooed names of all the Saiyans he’s killed.

Suddenly, Jagam fell out of the sky. Sarada noted that his PL had disappeared. The next instant, a blast careened in from out of nowhere and engulfed him. It destroyed the pillars around him and filled the sky with a rainbow colored luminescence that forced her to cover her eyes or risk being blinded. "Agh!"

She didn't know what that was, but it looked like it came from Meagan. She didn't know the Chromakai guardian in training could get that powerful, but she was glad she did. Even if she didn't kill Jagam, she managed to damage him pretty good.

His shirt was gone.

From her position, she saw that he had something etched on his back, overlapping over each other like messy tattoos.

Wait...

Pea.

Bean.

Sprout.

Caulifla.

Cabba.

Kale.

Kaka...

Those were Saiyan names! He had been etching the names of the Saiyans he slayed as trophies!

"You... You son of a bitch!!" She roared, filled with fiery anger and fury. Anaxam activated on its own, filling her with the blazing inferno of the anger and grief she still kept locked up inside, even if the cause of that anger was sitting in a prison cell awaiting execution. Her power level continued to swell as she pushed Hitozaru to x4. "I'll fucking kill you!!" She roared again and exploded into motion, heading directly for Jagam.

"CRIMSON FIST!!"

[Yun Lao]

Suddenly, Jagam fell out of the sky. Sarada noted that his PL had disappeared. The next instant, a blast careened in from out of nowhere and engulfed him. It destroyed the pillars around him and filled the sky with a rainbow colored luminescence that forced her to cover her eyes or risk being blinded. "Agh!"

She didn't know what that was, but it looked like it came from Meagan. She didn't know the Chromakai guardian in training could get that powerful, but she was glad she did. Even if she didn't kill Jagam, she managed to damage him pretty good.

His shirt was gone.

From her position, she saw that he had something etched on his back, overlapping over each other like messy tattoos.

Wait...

Pea.

Bean.

Sprout.

Caulifla.

Cabba.

Kale.

Kaka...

Those were Saiyan names! He had been etching the names of the Saiyans he slayed as trophies!

"You... You son of a bitch!!" She roared, filled with fiery anger and fury. Anaxam activated on its own, filling her with the blazing inferno of the anger and grief she still kept locked up inside, even if the cause of that anger was sitting in a prison cell awaiting execution. Her power level continued to swell as she pushed Hitozaru to x4. "I'll fucking kill you!!" She roared again and exploded into motion, heading directly for Jagam.

"CRIMSON FIST!!"

The halfling had proven to be more deceptive than originally speculated. Utilizing both his Threshling and Saiyan nature, he had managed to deceive Sarada enough to get a zenkai boost from her actions. They would need to ensure that Jagam didn't pull the same trick again.

Once more focusing on Sarada, Quila launched an invisible ripple of energy that intwined with her own. Its effects wouldn't be noticeable now, but once she struck Jagam, the machine mutant's Aftershock would be ready to deploy.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat gets up and uses Hyper Charge to quickly get to the action. she just watches the fight saying as surges Ki though her tongue charge it up with electricity in a stern tone " Jagam I'm a pacifist I'm usually against kill." " however you deserve it ." taking the opportunity Praxat wraps her tongue around Jagam and says in sign language " Tongue electrocution Forty Percent!"

"the electric current I'm sending though my tongue is more than enough to kill a human, but you're a Saiyan." " there's no doubt that this electric current won't kill you, but hopefully it will paralyze you." "I know your background and Sandra has every right to kill you."

."if you were a decent person than I would object against you being kill ,but no You're a murder." " one who kills his own kind." " there is no redemption for some one like you." " letting you live isn't going to do anyone any favors."

Praxat thinks to herself saying ( yeah I haven't time to contact the Princess , and as her servant it's my duty to keep her safe. there's no way of telling how much electric current Jagam can withstand, but hopefully my tech Tongue electrocution at 40 % is enough to paralyze him. from what I know from my Master Khan. pretty much any life form has a certain threshold against electricity. )

( the threshold that has to be pass before a electric current can have any effect on a life form. every being's threshold is different . )

[grampagen]

Jagam keeps fleeing, his ki access gone. Suddenly, when Meagan uses Kaio-Ken, his just falls, all ki gone. Hitting a pillar, he careens into the ground and leaves a trail. Struggling, he looks up as the Chroma blast is suddenly upon him.

The place lights up and the world goes bright as the explosion engulfs him.

When the dust settles, his form is badly damaged. Blood weeps from multiple wounds and his arms are burned badly where he crossed them in front to protect himself. His shirt is gone, revealing the tattooed names of all the Saiyans he’s killed.

Speeding a long with a luminary trail, two orbs gilded with a razor's edge approached shrouded in the dust from behind as Jagam stood to his feet. The discrepancy in power between the Threshling weapon and Ochazuke's Flash Cutters may not have been enough, even in this weakened state, to so much as pierce his flesh as the edges sawed into his skin.

Then they began to glide upwards, from his blind spot biting up the sides of his neck, carving a path round his head before meeting directly in front of his face; a gleaming pair of slicing razors that raking mercilessly at his eyes.

Shortly after a Dodonpa cut across the battlefield from Ochazuke's fingertip aimed straight at a specific point at the base of his skull. The Crane's ki, shaped so to pierce, struck to pursue a different purpose where it landed with an exacting pressure, from yards away acting as the vehicle for a Dragon's Kiss.

[Lord Falcon]

As the needle continued to pierce her skin, and bring her split flesh together, Ishtar couldn't help but notice the lack of pain. It was there, surely, the steady sting of pierced flesh a testament to such a thing ... and yet it seemed muted. Whether it was the needle itself however, or the Oni's body -- and mind -- slowly having come to familiarize itself with pain, was an unknown.

After a time of this, the silence between the two was broken when Asha'rah offered her response, and it was perhaps one she had expected. Indar'en was a friend yes, but he was also her enemy at the time ... and so she had killed him -- for she did not equate such a thing a murderous end -- and stripped the power from him to aid in her end, so that she might challenge this 'Zeno'. Though the Hakai itself, she alleged, was created by her. And while that was a curiosity, even a threat worth tugging on in time perhaps, it mattered little in the moment to Asha'rah's truth.

The next words offered by the Former Goddess, were in answer to the latter question: of a possible betrayal. Though in this perhaps, the truth was less than Ishtar had expected.

Finishing her work, Asha'rah took Ishtar's hand in hers, and professed she would not offer hollow promises. That she did not need, the Oni's Hakai, and did not feel she might summon the strength to attemt it besides.

You mean more to me than Indar'en ever did.

How bittersweet.

Another moment passed between them then, Asha'rah squeezing Ishtar's hand tightly for a few moments, before she offered a final word ... about how nothing lasts forever, and in that the Oni agreed. "Zurvan taught me many things, yet that was ever his most important. That everything is eventual; and the indifferent, Time, moves on regardless. Though ..."

Though that too mattered little in the moment, at least until after the Oni responded to the answers for her asked questions.

"You say you could not summon the drive to attempt my death, nor do you feel you might need that Sij ... Hakai, that exists to the core of me. Yet you make no promise, and I suppose in the end that is how it must be."

The golden-eyed Oni shrugged.

"For now at least, I suppose this means there is ... one less I need worry over ..." Ishtar muttered then, her eyes turning up toward the moon once more, as she remembered comments made earlier in the day.

"Sasheem has already expressed his desire to see the next God of Destruction broken before him. Though whether or not he knows for sure I am his ... target, is a thing I do not know." Though given her comments earlier, and her admittedly foolish posturing, it would not take someone smarter than the child-like Majin to know for sure it was her.

"... I have given some thought toward killing him now, I must confess." She said then, "yet that is a precedent I do not wish to set, before I even officially take the mantle. So I suppose I will just have to see ..." With a sigh, Ishtar turned her focus back to Asha'rah then, before offering a small smile.

"In any case, thank you for your honesty, and for the sewing of my flesh. The wound will yet bleed until the magic has exacted its price, but now at the least I will not make such a mess of the Lookout."

“Sasheem is the living embodiment of my reason for rebellion. Billions of years of evolution, of growth and strife. Generation upon generation of accumulated wisdom. All lost. Not to some random act of chance. Not to a stronger nation with differing ideals. But to one being, just because he can. That is what Sasheem threatens every world with.”

Asha’rah lips widened into a smile that seemed cast with shadow.

“Gods traditionally do not enter lightly in the affairs of creation. Zurvan takes this to an extreme, but the principle is sound. Sasheem has done more than enough to overcome the burden required of divine intervention. Invite me along if you decide to kill him. You’re welcome to join me if I decide upon it first.”

[Eternal Torment]

Getting too close at this time would be a death sentence, especially for one as weak as Chuan. That said, he takes this outcome in stride. With just about everyone launching their biggest attacks to put Jagam down, he knew there was nothing that he needed to do. Even so, he felt a current of fear ripple through him. It wasn't rational, but he acted anyways. With what he knew about the Saiyans, he had a rough idea of where to strike. And while the Threshling half of Jagam was a complicating factor, he had a sneaking suspicion that he was far too wounded and desperate to really focus on shifting things around.

So, Chuan unleashed a simple attack. Flicking his fingers a few times, he launched a few Phantom Needle blasts at the hulking monster. Even in a diminished state, there was little that the healer's attacks could do to him. That was, in terms of damage. In terms of affecting the brute's health? Well, that was where he could make a difference. His precise strikes weren't meant to kill, but rather ensure that whatever damage Jagam had sustained prior to this final barrage of attacks would not heal properly. After all, this debilitated state would become the hybrid's new normal.