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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Kenbo...Or should I say, Ken Boshi? You seem to have not entirely lost track of your former self," Blizzar noted, wasting no time in taking a fighting stance while briefly sizing up his hybrid kin. "It's Lieutenant now. In a sense, I suppose I owe you some thanks. Without your sacrifice, I would've never risen through the ranks."





"Do you now?" Blizzar asked amused. "I'm not surprised. Even with your will enslaved to another, you still retain that miserable sense of honor. Well then, old friend. One more round, just like old times..."

Blizzar began to narrow his eyes. Kenbo was no ordinary opponent. That blade could manipulate temporal energies and Blizzar didn't have much in his arsenal to counter that...so he'd have to get creative. Back in the old days of the GP academy the two had sparred often, the master swordsman vs the champion boxer. IT was good sport with crowds of fellow officers cheering them on, the placing bets. They were often evenly match. But while Kenbo was always a steadfast opponent who fought with utmost honor, Blizzar had often...cheated.

Without a single telegraphed warning, a heavy looking chunk of laboratory equipment was housed in this tortuous lab were suddenly launched directly at Kenbo. Blizzar was in no way under the illusion that they'd do anything to harm the bushido practitioner, but at a diversionary tactic before his next move, it was placed perfectly.

Almost as if anticipating this, the blade whistles out and bisects the incoming projectile.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

From within the fog of war provided by Ishtar, all was silent.

That is, until a concentrated beam of solid red, Zaofan's Optic Blast flew straight towards Marduk. Caught in the Onis' pincer maneuver, he attempted to make some space between them.

Said I'd cover you, and I'm as good as my word!

The circle around Marduk flares and absorbs the Optic Blast.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The battle began in earnest, with Zaofan and Ishtar both launching attacks at their respective targets. Parsley wasn't content to sit and wait for Marduk to begin his counter, even if she knew that she would be best suited waiting on him to counter his magic. With a wave of her hand, she conjured over two dozen Ultra Reflection panes. They were scattered around the room, each at a different angle. Some pointed up, others down, some left, some right, and some a combination of thereof. With another wave of her hand, they started to shift and change position

Zaofan's optic blast was caught by several, ricocheting off them until it bore down on Marduk from above.

The blast is absorbed by the circle around Marduk.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sickle remains quiet, but her arms extend outward at a rapid pace, cutting a line across both Tasure and Sarada’s cheeks before retracting, proving a point.

[Tami]

Dash moves quickly into a position to protect the Promethean and the Nagaian who don't look like they are in any shape to protect themselves.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Dash moves quickly into a position to protect the Promethean and the Nagaian who don't look like they are in any shape to protect themselves.

The women nods her thanks, weakly but getting stronger by the moment. The Promethean is still out of it.

[KingofPie]

OT: Plenty of parts, a few metal boxes, etc....

IC: Baric was large in person, a chilling aura of death about him. The blade slashed out, and a corrupted ki slice slashed towards Sasheem.

"Samehada!" Sasheem shouted as he met Baric's ki slice with one of his own, having to rely on his freshly regrown arms quicker than he'd like. All Sasheem knew so far were the Nuckalevee' innate capabilities, so he was curious as to how strong he was in regards to his ki abilities.

In order to counteract the rot, he figured Katchin mode would only stave it off for so long before it too was eaten up, but it might be his best bet to survive for now....in a sense he was a little jealous. This thing practically embodied death....and also smelled like it.

Sasheem glanced around the room, noting various crates and junk strewn about everywhere. Plenty of things to eat then, even if this wasn't the most appetizing environment.

"Don't suppose you can talk, can you ya smelly jackass?" The Majin insulted. "Since Sasheem figures your liable to kill him anyway, how about you let him know just how the hell you managed to track him..."

[KingofPie]

Almost as if anticipating this, the blade whistles out and bisects the incoming projectile.

As Kenbo sliced his blade through the crate, Blizzar sped up above him, his fist aiming to punch down upon Kenbo's metal helm.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The circle around Marduk flares and absorbs the Optic Blast.

The blast is absorbed by the circle around Marduk.

Interesting. The blast was absorbed by the circle around Marduk. Nodding, Parsley dashed forward. If this circle was a spell of any kind, she would see that it would be removed as an issue as soon as possible.

She reached her hand out once close enough. Swirling blue and white energies enveloped her hands and shot out toward the circle. Muda Level III would weaken the circle, if not outright nullify it. Either way, the next attack Zaofan fired would have a better chance. "I believe you'll find that your magic is useless against most of us."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Sickle remains quiet, but her arms extend outward at a rapid pace, cutting a line across both Tasure and Sarada’s cheeks before retracting, proving a point.

Sarada head jerked to the side, but too late to avoid Sickle's arms. "Tch." She could feel a warm drip of blood trickle down her cheek. Her aura flared as she propelled herself forward. She fired several crimson blasts at Sickle before firing a yellow blast. That final blast exploded into a bundle of tendrils, Agony Matrix, seeking to burrow their way into Sickle's body.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada head jerked to the side, but too late to avoid Sickle's arms. "Tch." She could feel a warm drip of blood trickle down her cheek. Her aura flared as she propelled herself forward. She fired several crimson blasts at Sickle before firing a yellow blast. That final blast exploded into a bundle of tendrils, Agony Matrix, seeking to burrow their way into Sickle's body.

The hybrid blurs, the blast missing as a tail lashes out and slaps Sarada across the face, sending her flying through several of the pods.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Interesting. The blast was absorbed by the circle around Marduk. Nodding, Parsley dashed forward. If this circle was a spell of any kind, she would see that it would be removed as an issue as soon as possible.

She reached her hand out once close enough. Swirling blue and white energies enveloped her hands and shot out toward the circle. Muda Level III would weaken the circle, if not outright nullify it. Either way, the next attack Zaofan fired would have a better chance. "I believe you'll find that your magic is useless against most of us."

Marduk cocks his head.

“Indeed?”

The circle flares crimson as she gets just close enough and the absorbed Optic Blast slams into her face first, blasting her back.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

As Kenbo sliced his blade through the crate, Blizzar sped up above him, his fist aiming to punch down upon Kenbo's metal helm.

The helm shifts, but Kenbo lashes out with one hand and grabs the hand that punches him, jerking Blizzar down and forward to meet a knee to his chin. He then throws Blizzar away.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Samehada!" Sasheem shouted as he met Baric's ki slice with one of his own, having to rely on his freshly regrown arms quicker than he'd like. All Sasheem knew so far were the Nuckalevee' innate capabilities, so he was curious as to how strong he was in regards to his ki abilities.

In order to counteract the rot, he figured Katchin mode would only stave it off for so long before it too was eaten up, but it might be his best bet to survive for now....in a sense he was a little jealous. This thing practically embodied death....and also smelled like it.

Sasheem glanced around the room, noting various crates and junk strewn about everywhere. Plenty of things to eat then, even if this wasn't the most appetizing environment.

"Don't suppose you can talk, can you ya smelly jackass?" The Majin insulted. "Since Sasheem figures your liable to kill him anyway, how about you let him know just how the hell you managed to track him..."

Baric’s blast eats Sasheem’s, cutting through it and barely missing the majin.

The Nucalevee moves forward, more for eating away at the contents in the room.

[KingofPie]

The helm shifts, but Kenbo lashes out with one hand and grabs the hand that punches him, jerking Blizzar down and forward to meet a knee to his chin. He then throws Blizzar away.

Blizzar readjust himself as he flies through the air, landing his feet on one of the experimental pods containing a dead Arcosian and using it to kick off back towards Kenbo. As he does, he attempts to draw the cyborg Samurai toward him telekinetically to set up his TK.O Punch.