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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ishtar head the squeal, and was pleased to learn that her blood magic could effect the intangible, only to find herself bowled over when the now on fire Teshub dropped down from the ceiling on top of her.

"Oof."

On the plus side ... he was now tangible.

So planting her palms firmly on the floor beneath her, the Oni offered a sliver of Ki into it, only for it to erupt in jagged spires set on skewering Teshub.

"So what were you hoping to accomplish, binding yourself in service to Marduk ?" Ishtar couldn't help but ask.

“Bloodwrath....seeks new blood. New souls.”

One manages to impale his leg before he rolls off and away, blood no longer on fire but now with a chunk of floor impaled in his upper thigh.

“The Cannibal offered a chance at you and yours, for his aid.”

He suddenly seems to blur as a fine net of blood slips from the sword and seeks to wrap around Ishtar once more.

[KingofPie]

Baric doesn’t bother to go after Sasheem. Instead it arrogantly comes forward, seeking to find him amidst the flour.

As Baric approaches forward, Sasheem's silhouette could no longer be seen. He does hear something, however...tiny chuckled and sneers. Many of them, in fact. Soon, followed by a whistling noise as a tiny Katchin covered Sasheem rockets over towards Baric's face and attempts to punch through his mouth. Strangle enough, he was covered in sime gelatinous yellow coating.

If the Nuckalevee poses sed any taste buds at all, he would find that that the Miniature Majin seemed to be covered in some sort of honey or sap. And it wasn't alone.

Soon enough dozens more Mini-Majin flew at Baric, attempting to fly down to his gullet and burrow themselves into his ribcage, despite the oncoming effect of the rot.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

As Baric approaches forward, Sasheem's silhouette could no longer be seen. He does hear something, however...tiny chuckled and sneers. Many of them, in fact. Soon, followed by a whistling noise as a tiny Katchin covered Sasheem rockets over towards Baric's face and attempts to punch through his mouth. Strangle enough, he was covered in sime gelatinous yellow coating.

If the Nuckalevee poses sed any taste buds at all, he would find that that the Miniature Majin seemed to be covered in some sort of honey or sap. And it wasn't alone.

Soon enough dozens more Mini-Majin flew at Baric, attempting to fly down to his gullet and burrow themselves into his ribcage, despite the oncoming effect of the rot.

About six get in before the demon starts batting and atomizing the mini-majins out of the air. The demon still seems unconcerned.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

She does so, only to watch as Sickle splits into three of herself.

All three raise their hands at Dash, light gathering at their finger tips to Death Beam her.

Sarada attached her katchin knife to her prosthetic hand and took aim at the middle Sickle. She launched herself forward and made like she was going to punch, but at the last moment, fired her hand at Sickle's throat, knife first.

[KingofPie]

The rock phases through the false image, Kenbo suddenly appearing behind Blizzar. His sword slices down, cutting down and into Blizzar’s back, left shoulder to right hip. Not enough to kill, but a bad wound nonetheless.

"HNRGH!" Blizzar staggers forward, his purple blood spilling onto the floor. "Heh....I don't know what's more unexpected. The honourable Ken Boshi relying on such a petty trick...or myself for falling for such a thing. That said this outcome wasn't entirely unexpected...Blizzar stated as he telekinetically flung some of the blood that was spilled towards Kenbo's face.

As he did so, he used the rest of his telekinesis to hold himself together for now, though doing so would likely take his tk out of the fight. He didn't need it. After all, he had a few tricks of his own that he'd recently thought of.

The kienzan or destructo disc, for instance was a favorite among Arcosians, though it and other long distance attacks were of no interest to Blizzar. He generally preferred utilizing the art of pugilism...however, he had discovered a method of using such a technique without sacrificing his preferred fighting style.

Balling his hands into a fists and taking a fighting stance once more he summoned not one or two but several kienzan at once, micro-sized, as small as a coin, and held the spinning blades of ki between each of his fingers in a technique he dubbed, 'No Foul, No Harm," as he punched at Kenbo's chest, in order for the kienzans to shred through his armor.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

“Bloodwrath....seeks new blood. New souls.”

One manages to impale his leg before he rolls off and away, blood no longer on fire but now with a chunk of floor impaled in his upper thigh.

“The Cannibal offered a chance at you and yours, for his aid.”

He suddenly seems to blur as a fine net of blood slips from the sword and seeks to wrap around Ishtar once more.

"Such a pitiful existence." Ishtar commented, a spray of blood coating her as she managed to impale Teshub's leg. When he rolled and fired another spray of blood at her however, the Oni threw up another Void Barrier to catch it before attempting to counter with another bolt of lighting.

"Does Bloodwrath know, you backed the wrong Oni ?" Ishtar asked then, before chuckling. "And what about you ? Ignoring the fact he sent you out to die, do you realize that Marduk will turn on you if you manage to kill me ?"

To say nothing of what Sarada and the others would do, should the unlikely come to pass.

[KingofPie]

About six get in before the demon starts batting and atomizing the mini-majins out of the air. The demon still seems unconcerned.

"Heh...all this time you think you're the biggest, baddest, most evil thing around? You ain't even close.." Sasheem voice called faintly from...somewhere in the room. His voice had an abnormal amount of confidence, seeing as he remembered one thing Ishtar had mentioned earlier that he had deemed useful.

"As to what can be done, and whether or not Baric can be killed ? I assume damaging Baricuntil he is incapable of pursuit is more than likely probable. Death may too, be possible ... presuming we can strip from him whatever it is that serves as his 'heart'; but in all honesty ? I have no idea beyond showing it as much mercy as it would us."

One of the Mini-Majin that made it in begins to quickly scoop up....and organ-looking-thing that he deemed important. He wasn't quite certain what a Nuckalevee heart looked like and given that the Mini-Majins were largely limited in ability compared to the it fully formed self, instead of attempting to destroy them, he simply phased through Baric's back with the organs in tow, before attempting to fly through the ceiling, backtowards the room the others were fighting the two oni in.

As he did, the fully Sasheem rose up from the be math the floor, he too coated in that yellow gelatinous substance. His body, from the torso down had disappeared due to using it to create the mini-majins.

"Y'know that rot really had me worried for a second..." He grinned. "Then Sasheem figured...he's gotta use his noggin," the Majin smirked, pointing at his head. "And if there's one thing he knows about aside from fighting and killing, it's food. And y'know what doesn't rot. Sap. Y'know that **** that bleeds out from trees? Bugs from dino times got stuck in it for a long ass time? Dunno how long it'll stave off your stankwave, but it should last about enough for me to do this..."

The Majin then snapped his fingers and the five remaining Mini-Majin lodged in Baric's chest detonated with a DO-DON!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada attached her katchin knife to her prosthetic hand and took aim at the middle Sickle. She launched herself forward and made like she was going to punch, but at the last moment, fired her hand at Sickle's throat, knife first.

It cuts its beam off and bats her hand away, though the blade does gouge a chunk out of the right hand.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"HNRGH!" Blizzar staggers forward, his purple blood spilling onto the floor. "Heh....I don't know what's more unexpected. The honourable Ken Boshi relying on such a petty trick...or myself for falling for such a thing. That said this outcome wasn't entirely unexpected...Blizzar stated as he telekinetically flung some of the blood that was spilled towards Kenbo's face.

As he did so, he used the rest of his telekinesis to hold himself together for now, though doing so would likely take his tk out of the fight. He didn't need it. After all, he had a few tricks of his own that he'd recently thought of.

The kienzan or destructo disc, for instance was a favorite among Arcosians, though it and other long distance attacks were of no interest to Blizzar. He generally preferred utilizing the art of pugilism...however, he had discovered a method of using such a technique without sacrificing his preferred fighting style.

Balling his hands into a fists and taking a fighting stance once more he summoned not one or two but several kienzan at once, micro-sized, as small as a coin, and held the spinning blades of ki between each of his fingers in a technique he dubbed, 'No Foul, No Harm," as he punched at Kenbo's chest, in order for the kienzans to shred through his armor.

And they do so, Kenbo staggering back under the onslaught, armor cut to shreds.

Until his blade flashes, Time rewinds around the two, and he dodges the blood that was to blind him and the follow up punches, instead planting a boot into Blizzar’s chest that sends him flying.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Such a pitiful existence." Ishtar commented, a spray of blood coating her as she managed to impale Teshub's leg. When he rolled and fired another spray of blood at her however, the Oni threw up another Void Barrier to catch it before attempting to counter with another bolt of lighting.

"Does Bloodwrath know, you backed the wrong Oni ?" Ishtar asked then, before chuckling. "And what about you ? Ignoring the fact he sent you out to die, do you realize that Marduk will turn on you if you manage to kill me ?"

To say nothing of what Sarada and the others would do, should the unlikely come to pass.

Teshub dodges, though slower thanks to his wound. He glares at her void barrier stopping his blood curse attack.

“It seems you have me at a..disadvantage. As to the Cannibal, what makes you think it will be Marduk that turns first? Ours is an alliance of connivence, after all. Speaking of which.”

He plunges Bloodwrath into the ground, causing a burst of red energy to crackle through the entire floor, seeking out potential people to infect. Meanwhile, Teshub uses this move to escape towards Marduk, phasing through the walls.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Heh...all this time you think you're the biggest, baddest, most evil thing around? You ain't even close.." Sasheem voice called faintly from...somewhere in the room. His voice had an abnormal amount of confidence, seeing as he remembered one thing Ishtar had mentioned earlier that he had deemed useful.



One of the Mini-Majin that made it in begins to quickly scoop up....and organ-looking-thing that he deemed important. He wasn't quite certain what a Nuckalevee heart looked like and given that the Mini-Majins were largely limited in ability compared to the it fully formed self, instead of attempting to destroy them, he simply phased through Baric's back with the organs in tow, before attempting to fly through the ceiling, backtowards the room the others were fighting the two oni in.

As he did, the fully Sasheem rose up from the be math the floor, he too coated in that yellow gelatinous substance. His body, from the torso down had disappeared due to using it to create the mini-majins.

"Y'know that rot really had me worried for a second..." He grinned. "Then Sasheem figured...he's gotta use his noggin," the Majin smirked, pointing at his head. "And if there's one thing he knows about aside from fighting and killing, it's food. And y'know what doesn't rot. Sap. Y'know that **** that bleeds out from trees? Bugs from dino times got stuck in it for a long ass time? Dunno how long it'll stave off your stankwave, but it should last about enough for me to do this..."

The Majin then snapped his fingers and the five remaining Mini-Majin lodged in Baric's chest detonated with a DO-DON!

The demon’s horse like chest rumbles, smoke bellows out of its mouth, but otherwise.....it seems perfectly unharmed

The horse head grins as it’s suddenly in front of Sasheem, long tongue licking his cheek, causing it to burn. Upon contact, a single thought enters his mind from the demon.

‘Majin.....delicious...’

And then the horse head erupts into fetid tentacles that start burrowing into Sasheem.

[Tami]

She does so, only to watch as Sickle splits into three of herself.

All three raise their hands at Dash, light gathering at their finger tips to Death Beam her.

Dash sees the attack coming,

Sarada attached her katchin knife to her prosthetic hand and took aim at the middle Sickle. She launched herself forward and made like she was going to punch, but at the last moment, fired her hand at Sickle's throat, knife first.

It cuts its beam off and bats her hand away, though the blade does gouge a chunk out of the right hand.

and she see's Sarada go after one, but two more remain.

Still in extreme pain, she summons what she has within and launches herself into the air. If she was going to die, it was going to be in flight and fighting.

Thunderstorm [Raiu], She launches herself at one of the three Sickles, moving fast, using Undine to dodge, preparing to launch an all out assault.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

And they do so, Kenbo staggering back under the onslaught, armor cut to shreds.

Until his blade flashes, Time rewinds around the two, and he dodges the blood that was to blind him and the follow up punches, instead planting a boot into Blizzar’s chest that sends him flying.

Sarada continued her forward progression as her hand returned to her and reattached to her wrist. Three Sickles meant having to split her attention three ways. She had an idea.

She landed in front of the middle Sickle and unleashed a Roar of Defiance, meant to shove back the three Sickles to make them easier for the others to manage.

The middle one was marked as hers. The yellow tendrils from before return at Sarada's command and attempt to enter Sickle's body through the missing chunk from her hand.

[KingofPie]

And they do so, Kenbo staggering back under the onslaught, armor cut to shreds.

Until his blade flashes, Time rewinds around the two, and he dodges the blood that was to blind him and the follow up punches, instead planting a boot into Blizzar’s chest that sends him flying.

"Wh-what?!" Blizzar stammered in shock. He was certain his attack had....ah, of course. The boot slammed into his chest and sent him flying, slamming into some glass displays of dead experiments. The Arcosian sighed heavily, knowing that that he had no real idea how to counter the Samurai' time manipulation...but he knew it wasn't impossible. After all, Charco managed to do it. In fact...he had something of an idea.

The Arcosian suddenly bursts forth at full speed at Kenbo, a fierceness he had not displayed in the fight before as he attempts to rock the cyborg with repeated, ki-coated punches to his Cranium, his eyes trained in on the blade, watching for that flash it made before time had shifted.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Instead of touching him, his black arm whips upwards and the blast disappears into the arm, like a black hole devouring light.

The ice seems to melt off Marduk, as if the energy the arm absorbed channeled through his body and helped fend off Etrina’s attack.

Parsley's eyes narrowed as she watched her beam spiral into Marduk's arm. "Irritating cur," she spat. She fired a Void Beam not at Marduk, but at the ground under him. The ensuing sonic boom created by air suddenly and rapidly filling the empty space the beam carved out would hopefully pop him into the air.