Dragonball M, Chapter 3: In Blood, Bone, and Ash! The Way Forward Unlocked!

[MrSandman]

The hallways is clear, the only thing that remains between the Doctor and you is a large door.

Erosa didn't slow her advance, even as the door quickly approached. Instead, her body briefly glowed blue, and without hesitation she fired her Thanatos Drive at max thrust to barrel her way through the impediment.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The beams suddenly wrap around the barrier and construct, nearly shattering it from one squeeze.

The shield didn't work, and neither would Dash's. Sarada had only one chance before the beams were on them. She figured she would survive, but the others wouldn't. "Get down," was the only warning the Pony clan warrior received before Sarada dropped her barrier. Then, as she beams bared down on them, she attempted to deflect the beams away. With her fists.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

The blow lands.

Sickle’s head moves to the side, but otherwise seems unaffected.

A direct hit!

...

To no real effect. Tch, cheeky, durable bitch.

Concentrating her energy again, a Diamond Wall flared to life... not just around Tasure, but Sickle as well. She might not be able to damage this abomination, but she might be able to disrupt her damn death beams. Of course, if they happened to explode...

...ahh, what was battle without a little risk?

[Miburo]

Erosa didn't slow her advance, even as the door quickly approached. Instead, her body briefly glowed blue, and without hesitation she fired her Thanatos Drive at max thrust to barrel her way through the impediment.

"Hey! Maybe a little more cautio--Nevermind." Held sighed to himself as he overlooked the carnage unleashed by the weapon Ochazuke had fired, all manner of viscera and bone scattered from what was once their enemies strewn about in a helllfire of spectacular violence.

"...Well, I guess it's fortunate it didn't manage to hit us."

Charco and Erosa had always been more direct and impulsive...Although, that could be said for many of the fighters assembled in the protection of earth. It would have been a waste of effort to attempt to taper the ids rebellious impulses in this time and place.

And she wasn't wrong, in a sense. Time was of the essence after all. Still, Jinzi was no fool, and every room they entered--every door they walked through--set the Nevadian on edge. So perhaps, if anyone was to barrel through the door, someone unfathomably difficult to extinguish would be ideal.

Still..

[KingofPie]

It blows up but doesn’t seem to cause Baric much issue.

And then Parsley gets blasted into the room from the ceiling, so now there is a hole there.

****! Didn't work as well as the first time. Maybe if....what the hell?!

An explosion rocketed through from the ceiling and with it a golden Parsley.

"Hey, Saiyan! For once Sasheem is glad to see one of ya! Listen, he-"

Parsley laid on the ground just for a second before rising to her feet. Behind her, she sensed that Sasheem was in serious trouble against Baric. It also seemed he was by himself. She would have helped against it, but Ishtar needed her help for just a little bit longer.

"Hang on," she told Sasheem. Then, she rocketed back through the hole she arrived in.

"....."

That...THAT STOOPID SAIYAN! HANG ON?! He was barely hanging to life!

For another part of him, however, the hole brought a fortunate opportunity. For the Mini-Sasheem, awaiting upstairs had not yet found the perfect spot to take a whiz. The hole provided the perfect makeshift Lookout Edge.

"Hold too long!" The Mini Sasheem sighed, as he finally could relax if for but a moment.

Baric soon felt something drip upon the back of his head.

"...." Sasheem muttered, beginning to grit his teeth in annoyance at the sight before him. "Eheh...sorry about that, buddy," Sasheem shrugged at Baric.

"No sorry!" The Mini-Sasheem chuckled, giving Baric the finger before running away.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Again, that fluid from his arm leaps up and absorbs both attacks as Marsheb vanishes.

Reappearing, he knees Parsley in the throat and then fires a mouth beam right now at her head, slamming her into the floor and through it to the room Baric and Sasheem are in.

Ishtar could sense things were not progressing well.

Though at the least, Zaofan had offered to provide defense and cover enough for her to finish preparing. "Thank you."

"..."

OT: In (1) post, something wicked this way comes.

[Tami]

The shield didn't work, and neither would Dash's. Sarada had only one chance before the beams were on them. She figured she would survive, but the others wouldn't. "Get down," was the only warning the Pony clan warrior received before Sarada dropped her barrier. Then, as she beams bared down on them, she attempted to deflect the beams away. With her fists.

Dash moved and repositioned her shield around herself and the others in the cage to give Sarada room to work.

[grampagen]

Erosa didn't slow her advance, even as the door quickly approached. Instead, her body briefly glowed blue, and without hesitation she fired her Thanatos Drive at max thrust to barrel her way through the impediment.

Some distance ahead, a resounding explosion shook the complex. The Id said she'd have a look ahead under her predator's cloak. To strike with such pointed and particular fury meant she had found something by now...and yet all was silent on the telepathic front.

Ever mindful of the latent pulse of the artifact about his neck, he noted it seemed to move in time with the energy flow in the very walls of the facility. Like tracing veins back to the heart.

"Hey! Maybe a little more cautio--Nevermind." Held sighed to himself as he overlooked the carnage unleashed by the weapon Ochazuke had fired, all manner of viscera and bone scattered from what was once their enemies strewn about in a helllfire of spectacular violence.

"...Well, I guess it's fortunate it didn't manage to hit us."

Charco and Erosa had always been more direct and impulsive...Although, that could be said for many of the fighters assembled in the protection of earth. It would have been a waste of effort to attempt to taper the ids rebellious impulses in this time and place.

And she wasn't wrong, in a sense. Time was of the essence after all. Still, Jinzi was no fool, and every room they entered--every door they walked through--set the Nevadian on edge. So perhaps, if anyone was to barrel through the door, someone unfathomably difficult to extinguish would be ideal.

Still..

"The matter must have been urgent." Treading on heavy footsteps, Ochazuke neared Held with his seized weapon in tow. The polished black of the rifle barrel still sizzled, and the ammunition belt draped over his shoulders rattled where it slithered behind him. "Still, she and Charco are only so far ahead. Can we do any less?"

[grampagen]

Again, that fluid from his arm leaps up and absorbs both attacks as Marsheb vanishes.

Reappearing, he knees Parsley in the throat and then fires a mouth beam right now at her head, slamming her into the floor and through it to the room Baric and Sasheem are in.

Parsley laid on the ground just for a second before rising to her feet. Behind her, she sensed that Sasheem was in serious trouble against Baric. It also seemed he was by himself. She would have helped against it, but Ishtar needed her help for just a little bit longer.

"Hang on," she told Sasheem. Then, she rocketed back through the hole she arrived in. Marsheb's magical abilities were beyond troublesome. Above all else, his ability to absorb energy attacks was giving them the most trouble, especially herself and Zaofan. She noticed that Ishtar was preparing an energy attack of some degree of intensity. It would do nothing if he could simply absorb it into his arm and redirect it at any of them.

Nodding, she knew what she had to do. Her Super Saiyan form allowed her to intensify or even combine her techniques into more powerful ones. Her anti-magic techs were no different. Taking the power and principles of each of them, she focused them into one, Sorcerer's Folly, and began to drain Marsheb of his magical energy.

Hovering at the edge of the battle, Zaofan began to take one step after another. Finding his stride, he started to build up the ki in his legs, and with every bound, each movement became just that much lighter. Pressure on, pressure off.

The fused Oni was fierce, indeed, but Parsley and Ishtar weren't about to give it up. Neither was he. He just had to get just close enough.

While he arrived just short of being able to do anything about Marsheb sending Parsley through the floor, if this was meant to escape her, the Super-Oni would be quite mistaken; throwing out his hands, Zaofan attempted to ground him with the Woven Path, and send him falling straight down the hole he carved through the floor and into her counter-attack.

They may be pulling ahead, beyond what he had the capacity to stomach in a manner of speaking, but there was still at least one arena in which he could keep up. His white aura slowly began to build, first over his legs, the gradually over the rest of his frame. He'd have to tap into a large amount of his reserves to do it, if he had to.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The room Erosa erupts into is large, with massive katchin like pillars dotting the area, holding up a vast ceiling a hundred feet up. Computer banks, lab stations, desks with all sorts of bits and bobs adorn the large room.

Standing with their back turned to them some two hundred feet away is The Doctor, welding something together. All around him, guarding, are the rest of the mechanical hounds.

Who all open fire at Erosa with smaller versions of the large guns, popping from their mouths, that the large mecha used.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

So destroying the blade wasn't an option....good. It could prove useful. If he had to wager a guess, the crystals were time crystals, powering the blades temporal shifting abilities.

And the electronic device...? Blizzar used his tk to yank the device out and smash it against the floor, awaiting whatever result that may entail.

Kenbo slumps to the ground, groaning as if in pain. His hands go to his head, clutching it.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Because of Zaofan, Marshub suddenly plummets into the hole just as Parsley starts draining his magic, the fused Oni held in place between the two floors as the Woven Path and Sorcerers Folly meet and merge into a new, duel technique.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada manages to punch a bunch away, then they stop as Tasure cuts the attacks off.

Which then, within the shield, blow up.

Tasure is badly injured, and Sickle seems more damaged then before as the dust dies down. The Lattice of Death Beams is gone, however.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

****! Didn't work as well as the first time. Maybe if....what the hell?!

An explosion rocketed through from the ceiling and with it a golden Parsley.

"Hey, Saiyan! For once Sasheem is glad to see one of ya! Listen, he-"



"....."

That...THAT STOOPID SAIYAN! HANG ON?! He was barely hanging to life!

For another part of him, however, the hole brought a fortunate opportunity. For the Mini-Sasheem, awaiting upstairs had not yet found the perfect spot to take a whiz. The hole provided the perfect makeshift Lookout Edge.

"Hold too long!" The Mini Sasheem sighed, as he finally could relax if for but a moment.

Baric soon felt something drip upon the back of his head.

"...." Sasheem muttered, beginning to grit his teeth in annoyance at the sight before him. "Eheh...sorry about that, buddy," Sasheem shrugged at Baric.

"No sorry!" The Mini-Sasheem chuckled, giving Baric the finger before running away.

A tendril lashes out and eats the mini-Sasheem even as the horse mouth opens wide and wide, a sucking sensation coming from it as Sasheem is drawn towards its mouth.

[KingofPie]

Kenbo slumps to the ground, groaning as if in pain. His hands go to his head, clutching it.

Blizzar flies towards the Samurai, keeping a wide distance.

"Speak now..." Blizzar began. "Are you Kenbo or Ken Boshi?"