Black Knight of SO
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Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
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This is the point where Sasheem quickly masked his ki and slowly began sinking beneath the ground. As he did sweat dropped form his head. Her pretense alone made him tense up. Made it hard for him to breathe. What was this...?! Not fear...never fear. The Majin didn't even think he could experience that emotion. But in that instant he felt if he acted rashly, it'd result in death. If no fearful, the Majin was always a survivor...but in this instance was their really a difference.
There was. Sasheem would not fail to act. He had a plan. He just needed the right opportunity...the perfect moment to strike.
Such thoughts were briefly interrupted by the sheer unearthly stench coming from above ground.
Sheriff Zaofan signs back before stepping through the portal.
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Wilhelm nods as he and Ochazuke lug the equipment back in. After they are done, Wilhelm approaches Gero.
“Doctor. A pleasure....as always.”
He smiles and takes her hand, the Doctor grinning back.
“Wilhelm dear, now that Adam is all set up I’ll begin working on dear Karis as soon as possible.”
Wilhelm nods and then gestures to Ochazuke.
“My....friend Ochazuke, Doctor.”
Char looks at him and smiles, holding her hand out.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
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That was......that was a thing.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Sarada's teeth clenched. "My name is Queen Sarada. Come out and face us! Quit hiding!!"
She moved through the mist in hopes of finding Ishtar or someone else.
Parsley grunted and fell to her knees. Her breath was gone, snatched away from a series of phantom strikes unleashed on her back. "C-coward," she wheezed. She fired a blast in the direction she saw the male Oni run in.
Without doubt, that was Marduk. She heard nothing of him knowing any kind of martial arts in the prime timeline; then again, there was little information on him as it was. Regardless, these hit and run tactics were going to get annoying quickly.
'Marduk has hit the scene and he knows pressure points. Beware,' she alerted the others. With that done, she shifted and sat down indian style and began to cycle her ki through the areas that were inflicted by the pressure points in an attempt to breathe again. She was running out of air, so she had to hurry.
A spike pierced his senses long before he realized the alternate Ishtar had arrived. Like a barbed vice cranking down on his brain, the boy was nearly seized by the pain.
The fuck is going on with my body?
Charco had been aware of the headaches but had yet to investigate their origins, having more than enough on his plate to deal with.
"Enough of this shit..." He growled, doing his best to fight through the pain and disorientation, unaware that it was the concentration of magic that was triggering the Nevadian curse. Said phantasmal weapon emerged from his prone form, slicing into the cold the Goddess of Ruinations permeated.
So cold it burns...
Memories flashed back to his bout with the time's figment of Penhuoqi and her perfected Thyreophora. Like fiery feathers, she had managed to counteract the technique's destructive backlash by breaking off bits and pieces of the aura. It wasn't entirely smart to try and mimic a technique in the middle of a fight, but Charco's pain-addled thoughts didn't provide him with anything more substantial to use. Activating his original, flawed Thyreophora, he quickly advanced it to its second state, his power level rising as his aura erupted into a fiery orange.
"I don't know what the deal is with my other self, but I must have done something good enough to hold off these clowns."
Until he could figure out Penhuoqi's secret, he was on the same timer as normal; in other words, he needed to get his ass in gear. Leaving the evil Ishtar to gloat to the others, Charco instead turned his sights to Marduk, seeking the intercept the other Oni with a punch before his foe reached his alternate self.
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Combat Information
Thyreophora, Second State: Active
Current PL: 2,175,000
Posts Until Detonation: 3
All at once, the call-out -- for that is what it was, truly -- was answered swiftly, and though she responded as expected; Ishtar had no time at all to react before she was lifted from the ground by her throat and felt herself being drained. More proof than anything, that this Goddess of Ruination was well beyond everyone here. Despite this however, through the cold, and against the hand that gripped her throat, Ishtar strained to speak. "... so it was Sekhmet. Not so different then, our paths. Was it the choice, then ?"
As the question hung in frozen air, Ishtar struggled in her alter's grip a moment before the ground beneath her exploded as spires of jagged Earth rushed up to impale her. Though with the difference in strength ... all the glowing-horn Oni could do was hope that the attack would serve as a distraction so that she could lash out with Katchin-coated claws in an attempt to break free.
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
Trying hard to stay calm and not panic, Cyanna still reacts in an attempt to stop or slow him down. Her butterflies keep track of this Oni, relaying his position to her. Using that, she gets bead on him (Line of Sight) and fires off a Braided Blast at the approaching Oni.
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Neva sighed heavily. It seemed the alternate Ishtar had shrouded the area in a cold, draining mist, keeping the group from flying, while also gradually weakening them. How... bothersome. Given the sheer power this Ishtar wielded, clearing it herself would be a slow, arduous task, but perhaps she could thin it, lessening its effect.
Pressing her hands together and taking a deep breath, her figure shimmered, then split, creating a clone. Even doubled up, Nevanlinna knew she wouldn't be able to clear the mist, but it should at least double her effectiveness.
Focusing her power, her aura burst into existence. At first, it was a dull blue-white, as per the usual, but it became a brilliant orangeish-red and took on a flame-like quality as she, and her clone, activated the Aura of Fire. And then she and her clone began expanding their respective auras.
As the aura slowly pressed outwards, it struggled against the mist, 'burning' the energy comprising it, yet being drained in turn. Hypothetically, more mist would rush in to fill the void and be burned away, and so on. It should, with time, reduce the mist's density and effect, allowing the others to fight more effectively and be drained less.
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"Shocked to face a magic user are you? What....Did you eat the rest in this timeline?" Etrina expanded her aura to its limit now that she knew it was working, then summons magical energy into her hand.....gives her surroundings a quick scan, making it seem as if she'll do something with it, but then lets the spell vanish from her hand. "I'm flattered, and tempted too I suppose..........but I'm not going to take you at your word on that, I've got a big imagination. Your gonna have to show me how good your magic is if you want me to consider hmmm?."
"Hey. Parsey." Erosa's voice whispered in her ear. "Hold still a moment....I'll put something on this to help ero."
She feels something warm and moist being applied to the area struck. Whatever it was, it seemed to have an immediate healing effect....but with the id being invisible at the time it was difficult to determine what.
Erosa's disembodied voice floated in from somewhere nearby, followed swiftly by something warm and wet pressing against her back. There were very few things it could be; and given certain... activities she had experience in, there was only one thing it could be.
She was short on breath, even though it was returning by the second. But, she needed to make sure this one thing was clear, "I swear... if you're... licking me... I will kill you."