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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Hops watched as everything around them went to shit fast. Sarada was thrown through some pods, Blizzar was finding a samurai, a lot to take in is so fast. He knew, however, that he couldn't just stand around, he dropped to a fighting stance and summoned his Ki, his body resisted but soon his fighting spirit was coming back as his eyes locked on to the hybrid. How much of his own DNA had been used in creating this thing? He wasn't fully healed, and his gear may be missing, but he wasn't going to let those that helped him do it alone. "Hey! Abomination! Why don't you give me a shot?" He smirked and dashed towards the Hybrid beast.

Sickle turns, and like a Namekian’s arm can extend, her tail flashes out and extends, wrapping quickly around Hops’ neck, starting to choke him.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Charco had given him no answer, not one expressed in words, anyways. a raging torrent of glimmering Ki raged from deep within him, driving back the dark energy that ensnared him, a roaring flame raging against the darkness within himself.

It was at once mesmerizing, and disconcerting to behold in it's glory. Rather than reassure the Nevadian, it only served to deepen his unease. Whatever had lurked when the Shingan first glanced the boy, it was far too strong, to ingrained, too...malignant, to be driven away for long.

What hell has he been through?




There was not much time for idle contemplation, as it were. Concern over his comrade would have to wait. Charco could fight, as could the rest of them. He pushed such thoughts from his mind, focusing on the goal he--they--had came to complete. To defeat the doctor, and save this universe. The battle had been joined in earnest, Erosa leading the fray, to which the others quickly followed.

Held did not.

He studied the battle, preparing to support whichever--if any--of his allies found themselves in need of support. Either the enemy would be perhaps stronger than expected, or one of them would hope to overwhelm a warrior with greater numbers. Or perhaps his allies would create a opening--



That was perhaps quicker than expected, but the Nevadian wasted little time capitalizing on the opening made.

He galloped forth at a blistering pace, spear at the ready, as he lunged towards the enemy, poised to plunge his spear deep within the center of the cybernetic frame.

Downed by Ochazuke, the remaining large mech gets skewered by Held’s spear, silencing the thing forever.

Only the hounds down the hall remain.

[Tami]

A bunch of stuff gets TK’ed at her by Sickle.

If she dodged, those behind her might get hit, and they weren't quite ready to defend themselves yet. Instead, Dash quickly summons her Storm Shield, enlarging it encompass not just herself but also the Althena and the two rescued from the pods that she was healing. Bracing herself, she let he shield take the brunt of the attack.

[MrSandman]

Again, she manages to bring it to its knees, though her maws seem too weak to take the hounds out.

And does so, the one Charco didn’t destroy on its back, easy prey now.

Downed by Ochazuke, the remaining large mech gets skewered by Held’s spear, silencing the thing forever.

Only the hounds down the hall remain.

The the largest threats in the room now removed, the Id focused her attention on the hallway and the approaching mob. The maws she had sent to slow them proved too weak to cause any real damage, their skin was strong....it was to be expected of the doctors hounds. But they were synthetic and lacked the true drive of a real hound....dogs in shape only.

Erosa dropped on all fours and let out a terrifying bellow that betrayed her human frame for what she really was, Id made manifest.

Then she was off, flying down the hallway. Her claws seemed to expand with every pounce, glowing red hot with each scrap against the metallic floor showering the air behind her with a blizzard of sparks. She met the first hound within range with a stab of her claws, aimed for its head....then should it land true, follow up by swinging the beast around to blungeon the next unfortunate mutt with its kin.

[MrSandman]

Sickle turns, and like a Namekian’s arm can extend, her tail flashes out and extends, wrapping quickly around Hops’ neck, starting to choke him.

The air next to the tail vibrated and split, space tearing as Cthylla form flashed forth from the void and grabbed the hybrid by her tail with both hands...the hand closer to the creature having fingers shaped into hypodermic needle like protrusions that used overwhelming force to pierce through the hybrids skin....seeking to inject her Voida-cites into the target to poison.

Meanwhile the other simply tightened with sheer cutting force to sever the tail at the end choking Hops.

[MrSandman]

The circle does seem much...diminished.

Marduk see this and starts casting to strengthen his barrier.

Already weakened by Parsley and then absorbing Praxat’s blast, Marduk doesn’t have time to enchant the circle again before the Dragon’s Fire shatters the circle. The Oni moves back, hand cupping a bolt of electricity that he flings into Zaofan’s face.

"HEY! THAT'S A COOL ATTACK YA GOT THERE!" The Red Foci shouted, and with a sudden shift the the flow of time the lightning froze mere inchs out from the Onis hands as both foci target him and the attack with a pair of weak temporal locks.

"Sham if something were to.....to .....Yaawwwwwnnn....." Green almost floated upside down while yawning, but added her magic to the lock nonetheless. Hers locked the onis foot in place to prevent an easy escape.

Though far slower then Zaofan, Etrina was already catching up with ice sword ready and a cyromancy spell brewing in her free hand. "Zaofan! Right Flank!" The magic condensed into a shard of sharpened ice that she was prepared to launch as soon as she hand a free shot.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

If she dodged, those behind her might get hit, and they weren't quite ready to defend themselves yet. Instead, Dash quickly summons her Storm Shield, enlarging it encompass not just herself but also the Althena and the two rescued from the pods that she was healing. Bracing herself, she let he shield take the brunt of the attack.

After a few moments it stops as Sickle seems briefly occupied by the Voidling.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The air next to the tail vibrated and split, space tearing as Cthylla form flashed forth from the void and grabbed the hybrid by her tail with both hands...the hand closer to the creature having fingers shaped into hypodermic needle like protrusions that used overwhelming force to pierce through the hybrids skin....seeking to inject her Voida-cites into the target to poison.

Meanwhile the other simply tightened with sheer cutting force to sever the tail at the end choking Hops.

The tail actually falls off a foot south of where you injected it, the limp portion falling in your hands and no longer choking Hops.

Sickle’s tail end almost immediately regrows.

A brow is raised as the tail retracts to normal length, Sickle gazing at Cthylla.

“Curious.”

Cthylla is picked up by TK and rammed into Hops behind her, the two going through one of the deserted pods.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"HEY! THAT'S A COOL ATTACK YA GOT THERE!" The Red Foci shouted, and with a sudden shift the the flow of time the lightning froze mere inchs out from the Onis hands as both foci target him and the attack with a pair of weak temporal locks.

"Sham if something were to.....to .....Yaawwwwwnnn....." Green almost floated upside down while yawning, but added her magic to the lock nonetheless. Hers locked the onis foot in place to prevent an easy escape.

Though far slower then Zaofan, Etrina was already catching up with ice sword ready and a cyromancy spell brewing in her free hand. "Zaofan! Right Flank!" The magic condensed into a shard of sharpened ice that she was prepared to launch as soon as she hand a free shot.

Marduk mutters a quick curse, magic flaring that shatters the Foci hold on him, his electrical attack fizzling out. His black arm oozes a bit and forms into a sharpened blade as he steps forward quickly to meet Etrina head on.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Marduk mutters a quick curse, magic flaring that shatters the Foci hold on him, his electrical attack fizzling out. His black arm oozes a bit and forms into a sharpened blade as he steps forward quickly to meet Etrina head on.

Parsley quickly dashed to his flank, her ax whistling through the air to take his head off his shoulders.

[KingofPie]

The draw works and the punch lands, but Kenbo seems mostly unharmed. He staggers back and swipes the blade twice, sending two ki blades at Blizzar’s throat.

"Ha! I remember this one," Blizzar taunted, wrenching his neck quickly to the side to dodge one slice, which nicked his cheek and then raising an arm to block the other, letting it slice through a bit of his forearm, his natural carapace protecting him from the ki blade hitting anything vital.

Blizzar then used his Fierce Flicker to rapidly move in Kenbo's direction , aiming a punch at his to-

***

-rso. Ken Boshi leaped upward with blinding speed before, raising the dulled practice blade a stopping just before it reached Blizzar's neck.

The drill instructor blew on the whistle, before shouting, "ENOUGH!" he observed his two trainees, two of the most promising potential officers in their class, at least in regards to combat proficienct. Their fellow classmates had gathered around to see the spar, silent as they stared at the bout in awe.

"Looks like we have ourselves a draw, cadets!" the instructor smirked.

"A draw, Sergeant?" Ken asked, perplexed. "I don't under..." he trailed off as the semester global pointed behind him where a sharpened chunk of the floor had been levitating just right out out of his peripheral vision, aimed at the side of his head. "Ah.. well played, Blizzar."

"Ha! It's an old trick, Ken. Really, you should've expected it," The Arcosian cackled.

"It's a cheap trick," Ken shook his head, setting aside the practice blade onto the floor and heading back into the crowd of students as the next two combatants stepped forward.

"Those are things that'll keep you alive at the end of the day," Blizzar sighed, stepping back into the crowd as well. "I could recite for you the whole spiel about how criminals won't play fair, but I honestly find that all too cliche..."

During the midst of their conversation they were both beset upon bu a pair of red arms wrapping around their shoulders. It was Kottage, a fellow member of their class, grinning widely.

"Seein' as it's gratuation day tomorrow, how about you two blokes join the rest'o your lowly cadets for a drink or two, eh?"

And thus, a few hours after their final lessons on the academy had concluded, Blizzar had joined his fellow classmates for a few libations in a dimly lit tavern on a distant moon.

"Certainly feels like the right locale for dawn of a new adventure..." the Arcosian stated peering into his mug. "I won't know for certain until I reach the bottom of this glass..." Or the next three glasses.

"Heh..." Ken nodded. "To think we all entered the academy with the same dream. To spread justice across the stars. True justice."

"Hear hear..." Kottage agrred groggily, raising his glass. An improbably feet considering he was currently 'sitting' upside-down in his seat.

"Pretty lofty ideals there, Ken," Blenda, a purple woman sighed. "I hope we can all live up to that standard."

"It's a pretty high standard, admittedly," Blizzar reclined back in his seat. "I, for one, prefer the much more manageable goal of maintaining order. Surprisingly possible in a galaxy rife with chaos."

"Hear hear....." Kottage agreed groggily, raising his glass as he slumped onto the floor.

"You go for the easy route, then. I've always liked myself a challenge," Ken smiled confidently, raising his mug. "But I hope we both succeed. How about a toast...to law and order!"

"To a better tomorrow!" a large rotund officer nodded, raising his mug as well.

"To protecting the weak!" Blenda added, joining her glass in.

"To a pay raise," Blizzar offered, gaining a few chuckles here and their from those gathered as others joined in one by one to close off their last night ass cadets...

Blizzar punch to the torso was a feint! Instead he aimed to punch the cyborg's chest with his Meteor Jabs, using his knowledge of Kenbo's fighting style to attempt to predict the path of his next swing, so he could weave out the way accordingly.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Ha! I remember this one," Blizzar taunted, wrenching his neck quickly to the side to dodge one slice, which nicked his cheek and then raising an arm to block the other, letting it slice through a bit of his forearm, his natural carapace protecting him from the ki blade hitting anything vital.

Blizzar then used his Fierce Flicker to rapidly move in Kenbo's direction , aiming a punch at his to-

***

-rso. Ken Boshi leaped upward with blinding speed before, raising the dulled practice blade a stopping just before it reached Blizzar's neck.

The drill instructor blew on the whistle, before shouting, "ENOUGH!" he observed his two trainees, two of the most promising potential officers in their class, at least in regards to combat proficienct. Their fellow classmates had gathered around to see the spar, silent as they stared at the bout in awe.

"Looks like we have ourselves a draw, cadets!" the instructor smirked.

"A draw, Sergeant?" Ken asked, perplexed. "I don't under..." he trailed off as the semester global pointed behind him where a sharpened chunk of the floor had been levitating just right out out of his peripheral vision, aimed at the side of his head. "Ah.. well played, Blizzar."

"Ha! It's an old trick, Ken. Really, you should've expected it," The Arcosian cackled.

"It's a cheap trick," Ken shook his head, setting aside the practice blade onto the floor and heading back into the crowd of students as the next two combatants stepped forward.

"Those are things that'll keep you alive at the end of the day," Blizzar sighed, stepping back into the crowd as well. "I could recite for you the whole spiel about how criminals won't play fair, but I honestly find that all too cliche..."

During the midst of their conversation they were both beset upon bu a pair of red arms wrapping around their shoulders. It was Kottage, a fellow member of their class, grinning widely.

"Seein' as it's gratuation day tomorrow, how about you two blokes join the rest'o your lowly cadets for a drink or two, eh?"

And thus, a few hours after their final lessons on the academy had concluded, Blizzar had joined his fellow classmates for a few libations in a dimly lit tavern on a distant moon.

"Certainly feels like the right locale for dawn of a new adventure..." the Arcosian stated peering into his mug. "I won't know for certain until I reach the bottom of this glass..." Or the next three glasses.

"Heh..." Ken nodded. "To think we all entered the academy with the same dream. To spread justice across the stars. True justice."

"Hear hear..." Kottage agrred groggily, raising his glass. An improbably feet considering he was currently 'sitting' upside-down in his seat.

"Pretty lofty ideals there, Ken," Blenda, a purple woman sighed. "I hope we can all live up to that standard."

"It's a pretty high standard, admittedly," Blizzar reclined back in his seat. "I, for one, prefer the much more manageable goal of maintaining order. Surprisingly possible in a galaxy rife with chaos."

"Hear hear....." Kottage agreed groggily, raising his glass as he slumped onto the floor.

"You go for the easy route, then. I've always liked myself a challenge," Ken smiled confidently, raising his mug. "But I hope we both succeed. How about a toast...to law and order!"

"To a better tomorrow!" a large rotund officer nodded, raising his mug as well.

"To protecting the weak!" Blenda added, joining her glass in.

"To a pay raise," Blizzar offered, gaining a few chuckles here and their from those gathered as others joined in one by one to close off their last night ass cadets...

Blizzar punch to the torso was a feint! Instead he aimed to punch the cyborg's chest with his Meteor Jabs, using his knowledge of Kenbo's fighting style to attempt to predict the path of his next swing, so he could weave out the way accordingly.

The samurai falls for it, and Blizzar finds a perfect opening to shower the cyborg with his punches. Dents and sparks fly as Kenbo is hanmered for se real seconds before glaring power around him enough to push Blizzar away.

Kenbo falls to one knee, sword point down in the ground as he leans against it. His chest isn’t dented in and sparks fly from the damage in places.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

As the ribbon of blood passes by when she dodges, it quickly arcs behind her and expands, attempting to coat her in its essence.

Meanwhile, Teshub keeps a wary eye on the Void globules.

"As I said," Ishtar replied, before enveloping herself in the same energy she'd been tossing around, "blood, really ?" When the blood the arced and struck her from behind, the Void Barrier Ishtar had coated herself in buckled and shattered, an explosion rocking the room and enveloping her ... only for the globules of Void Energy she tossed around to explode as well.

Though that seemed to be the the point as, from the midst of the explosions that filled the corner of the room they were in; a blue streak came hurtling out as Ishtar attempted to skewer Teshub on her horns.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Parsley quickly dashed to his flank, her ax whistling through the air to take his head off his shoulders.

Only for Marduk to move just enough that the ax whistles past his ear.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"As I said," Ishtar replied, before enveloping herself in the same energy she'd been tossing around, "blood, really ?" When the blood the arced and struck her from behind, the Void Barrier Ishtar had coated herself in buckled and shattered, an explosion rocking the room and enveloping her ... only for the globules of Void Energy she tossed around to explode as well.

Though that seemed to be the the point as, from the midst of the explosions that filled the corner of the room they were in; a blue streak came hurtling out as Ishtar attempted to skewer Teshub on her horns.

She is partially successful. One horn misses, and the other carves an inch deep line across his chest as he spins away from her. Clutching his wound, he glares at Ishtar.

“Void energy. You’ve become far from an Oni, Ishtar. You are more like Marduk and myself then you realize. Pity you’ll die here.”

Bloodwrath pulses and blood runes appear up and down the blade as he prepares something.