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

[KingofPie]

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.

OT: Did the one organ robber Mini-Majin manage to escape successfully?

IC: Sasheem's eyes widened as he hushed his Naga Palm to sprout extra appendages ti hold off the tendrils, though the seven he now sported didn't seem to be enough.

"****, ****, ****, ****, ****!" Sasheem thought in in a panic. He could only hope that the remaining Mini-hum could make it up there in time. Whether he did or not, Sasheem still figured he should think of way to improvise to improve this increasingly unfortunate situation.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

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.

"Desperation, more like." Ishtar responded, flatly, "and he will turn first simply because that is who he is. Killer of kith. Consumer of kin. Of course, you will be both be dying here."

When Bloodwrath was slammed into the ground however, to send its hungry blood off toward the others; with Teshub attempting to run away in the aftermath, the the golden-eyed Oni paid the possession no mind and instead focused on the chunk of leg he left behind ... and she worked swiftly. After all, with that much blood and power, there was enough for one big spell. "A pound of flesh. A pool of blood ... of jagged spire stained color rud. I ask it plain, to draw in power; from Bloodwrath's twisted and corrupt power !"

The spell, quite simple despite the energy requirement was, this: to pull in the energy from the sword -- and its cascade of corrupting energy -- into herself.

[grampagen]

It seems to function much like an earth based firearm, and low and behold, is still functional.

Foisting the butt of the gargantuan rifle over his shoulder, Ochazuke leaned back and cast his sight down the chamber. Though the raw materials were hewn from ancient designs, the Doctor still concieved of and designed these contraptions for the use of something in the shape of a man. All too human, in spite of it all. How fortunate for us.

Five minutes. That's as long as Pantaloon could guarantee them. Any strength they had to spare should be held in reserve for the puppetmaster, rather than these automatons; and that fight lay in waiting at the end of this corridor.

Having tapped into the latent energies that wound through this complex, Ochazuke smirked silently to himself. Wheresoever the Hounds tread within his meditation field, he had a pinpoint vector to aim at. A small burden to bear.

Karine, you manage to catch one of the hounds and crush it. The rest are very fast and agile.

Swivelling the barrel of the gun to just the outside of Karine's mass of shadows, Ochazuke spot a group of the hounds where the fled from the darkness which swallowed up one of their own.

Shoring up his stance, he took aim where they prowled outside of the centre of their pack and pulled the trigger.

[Miburo]

Aleka’s attack breaks against Sickle’s energy barrier.

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Karine, you manage to catch one of the hounds and crush it. The rest are very fast and agile.

Foisting the butt of the gargantuan rifle over his shoulder, Ochazuke leaned back and cast his sight down the chamber. Though the raw materials were hewn from ancient designs, the Doctor still concieved of and designed these contraptions for the use of something in the shape of a man. All too human, in spite of it all. How fortunate for us.

Five minutes. That's as long as Pantaloon could guarantee them. Any strength they had to spare should be held in reserve for the puppetmaster, rather than these automatons; and that fight lay in waiting at the end of this corridor.

Having tapped into the latent energies that wound through this complex, Ochazuke smirked silently to himself. Wheresoever the Hounds tread within his meditation field, he had a pinpoint vector to aim at. A small burden to bear.



Swivelling the barrel of the gun to just the outside of Karine's mass of shadows, Ochazuke spot a group of the hounds where the fled from the darkness which swallowed up one of their own.

Shoring up his stance, he took aim where they prowled outside of the centre of their pack and pulled the trigger.

The hounds were numerous, attacking and defending, hopping to and fro like crazed instruments of war. It seemed as if it would a nuisance to try and hunt them down one by one.

Normally. Through the Shingan, he saw Ochazuke prepare some manner of weapon from behind, and begin his attack.

Energy formed around the hand of the Nevadian, pulsing wildly in the shape of an orb as the pink hue of energy eradicated the darkness near him.

Piercing Horn Forest!

He plunged his hand into the ground and the orb vanished from site, going into the cold floor beneath him.

Within an instant, spires of jagged energy lanced from the earth in random directions, skewering and impaling anything to be caught in its path, as the attack spread, going towards the end of the hallway like a wave of destruction.

Anything lucky enough to avoid impalement, would find its ability to move constrained greatly by the large spikes littering the battlefield, leaving them vulnerable to whatever weapon Ochazuke had unleashed.

I hope I didn't overdo it...Then again, even if somehow Charco and Erosa are sloppy enough to get hit by it, if anyone should be able to walk it off, it's those two...I hope.

[grampagen]

Marduk, preoccupied stealing Parsley’s attack, is utterly blitzed by Zaofan. Blow after blow reigns down and slams into the Oni, eventually blowing him through the back-wall and into a large open room. Marduk looks extremely wounded, breathing heavy as he slumps to one knee, arm pulsing as magic builds up and channels into the food around him.

When the last blow fell, Zaofan cranked it so hard that he nearly lost his balance on the backswing; with a deft turn, he swivelled the spinning Katchin staff around his neck, traced a spinning flourish, until he wound down.

"A hah!" He cried, "We've got him on the ropes now!"

Deep breaths dragged through his frame. He still felt the shaking from feedback of each strike. He wouldn't have believed he bled until he saw it. What the heck is this guy made of?!

Still he felt light as ever on his feet. Though their efforts turned the tide, it was not over yet.

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.

So it was not only the spell, but the guy himself can absorb energy! "Ishtar called him the Cannibal, but I dunno, doesn't seem to be too picky to me," he said, blinking hard. "Still, couldn't help but notice he seems to be grabbing onto anything he can."

When he opened his eyes next, a small, concentrated beam, flew straight toward Marduk's eyes. A Ruby Taiyoken fell without any force at all; but that was the entire point, to throw off his timing from seizing what Parsley had fallen upon him.

[MrSandman]

The hounds were numerous, attacking and defending, hopping to and fro like crazed instruments of war. It seemed as if it would a nuisance to try and hunt them down one by one.

Normally. Through the Shingan, he saw Ochazuke prepare some manner of weapon from behind, and begin his attack.

Energy formed around the hand of the Nevadian, pulsing wildly in the shape of an orb as the pink hue of energy eradicated the darkness near him.

Piercing Horn Forest!

He plunged his hand into the ground and the orb vanished from site, going into the cold floor beneath him.

Within an instant, spires of jagged energy lanced from the earth in random directions, skewering and impaling anything to be caught in its path, as the attack spread, going towards the end of the hallway like a wave of destruction.

Anything lucky enough to avoid impalement, would find its ability to move constrained greatly by the large spikes littering the battlefield, leaving them vulnerable to whatever weapon Ochazuke had unleashed.

I hope I didn't overdo it...Then again, even if somehow Charco and Erosa are sloppy enough to get hit by it, if anyone should be able to walk it off, it's those two...I hope.

"Gao?" Erosa Avoided a particularly pointy end thanks in large point to her agility. Whatever someone had done, had just about wrecked the hallway with spikes....and provided an opportunity. Erosa fired a telepathic message to Ochazuke. "Moving forward Gao, follow when clear."

The Id expended a charge of her magcite to trigger Hunter/Killer mode mid leap, expertly weaving and bouncing around charcos spike forest and any robot lucky enough to have avoided it, or unluckly enough to have been pierced. There destination was surely up ahead....the enemy sending these monsters and continuously interrupting her mealtimes with universal destruction.

Letting him relax and throw more **** at them was not going to fly anymore, it was time to confront the big boss directly....if only to give the others time to catch up unimpeded.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The hallway erupts. Massive machine gun like fire, only loser and much, much faster echoes from Ochazuke’s stolen gun, the behemoth weapon never trained against them in time instead rips apart the hallway and the robotic hounds within. The few that escape are dealt with by Held’s energy lances and Wrosa, and within a few minutes, the hallway is clear.

All remaining hounds, and the Doctor, await behind the door down the hall.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Dash sees the attack coming,





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.

She manages to dodge the beam, the Sickles’ all off balance thanks to Sarada’s roar.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

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.

Your roar takes them off balance, saving Dash and giving her an opening. Your tendrils manage to enter the middle one.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"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.

Blow after blow lands, Kenbo barely able to block half of them. Eventually, he starts to activate the sword once more, the blade beginning to flash.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

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.

He pulls away and upwards, avoiding the attack with surprising grace.

Of course then Zaofan blinds him.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OT: Did the one organ robber Mini-Majin manage to escape successfully?

IC: Sasheem's eyes widened as he hushed his Naga Palm to sprout extra appendages ti hold off the tendrils, though the seven he now sported didn't seem to be enough.

"****, ****, ****, ****, ****!" Sasheem thought in in a panic. He could only hope that the remaining Mini-hum could make it up there in time. Whether he did or not, Sasheem still figured he should think of way to improvise to improve this increasingly unfortunate situation.

Yes, it did.

OT:

Sasheem, several rot tendrils manage to atta h themselves to your body and you can feel what the demon plans to do.

He is going to eat/absorb you.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Desperation, more like." Ishtar responded, flatly, "and he will turn first simply because that is who he is. Killer of kith. Consumer of kin. Of course, you will be both be dying here."

When Bloodwrath was slammed into the ground however, to send its hungry blood off toward the others; with Teshub attempting to run away in the aftermath, the the golden-eyed Oni paid the possession no mind and instead focused on the chunk of leg he left behind ... and she worked swiftly. After all, with that much blood and power, there was enough for one big spell. "A pound of flesh. A pool of blood ... of jagged spire stained color rud. I ask it plain, to draw in power; from Bloodwrath's twisted and corrupt power !"

The spell, quite simple despite the energy requirement was, this: to pull in the energy from the sword -- and its cascade of corrupting energy -- into herself.

The spell works, but the energy in the sword is massively more than Ishtar anticipated and the spell blows up, figuratively, instead. The sword itself shatters, the shards cutting both you and Teshub in dozens of places as he howls in pain.

The sword is destroyed, such a thing will regenerate eventually, but it’s gone for now.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

The spell works, but the energy in the sword is massively more than Ishtar anticipated and the spell blows up, figuratively, instead. The sword itself shatters, the shards cutting both you and Teshub in dozens of places as he howls in pain.

The sword is destroyed, such a thing will regenerate eventually, but it’s gone for now.

It worked better than Ishtar had expected in the end ... but the end result was far less than she had desired. With a sharp chink, Bloodwrath cracked; only to explode not a moment later to shower both Oni in shards of demon-forged metal. And for all of the cuts and blood that now dripped from the golden-eyed Oni's body she only had one thing to say.

"Cheh."

Fortunately however, a blade of that make was not like to stay vanished long ... and while Ishtar had intended to perhaps destroy it more permanently, this would have to do. It still left Teshub, however. With a grunt, the Oni teleported in front of Teshub and sighed. "Please send my regards to whomever it is that receives you." Powering up for a moment then, Ishtar offered Teshub as clean a death as possible.

"Ahûm-Jaidhi."

[KingofPie]

Blow after blow lands, Kenbo barely able to block half of them. Eventually, he starts to activate the sword once more, the blade beginning to flash.

Blizzar activates his Kinetic Overcharge for five of his last hits, increasing his power level with each of those punches.

Blizzar had finished surveying the Haggard Hull, an abandoned space station appropriated by former criminals to become a tavern of sorts. The Arcosian noted that whatever money they earned did not go into the stations upkeep. It was crawling with vermin, looking to fall apart at any second. Blizzar almost thought he might buy it off the owners hands. After all it'd be a shame to let a perfectly fine establishment go to waste.

But such thought were for another time. He had already gotten the information he needed. Snowa, an Arcosian noble was planning to launch a massive invasion across several intergalactic civilizations as a means of satiating his dreams of conquest. Needless to say, the Galaxy Police would not let it stand. Blizzar, especially. He would gladly take any chance to quash the dreams of his 'noble' kin, especially if this opportunity granted him the promotion he so desperately seeked.

As he went on his way out the door, a cloaked figure bumped into him. The Arcosian was eet to pay him no mind until...

"Blizzar? That is your name correct?" He asked.

"Speak quickly or you may never speak again..." Blizzar stated quietly, not wanting to deal with the numerous criminals who would want to immediately start to rally againsy him were his cover blown.

"I seek no quarrel. I only offer information. You have friends stationed across the stars, yes? And Ken Boshi is one, if I am not mistaken," the hooded one whispered.

"Not so much a friend anymore...but why do you ask?" Blizzar responded.

"He is in danger...an attack will occur very soon," The hooded man wheezed. "A race long thought a myth but their vanguard is coming, and his name is Jag-"

"Listen...if this is truly so important perhaps you can relay it to him yourself," Blizzar interrupted. "I've got a case of my own to solve and there are plenty more lives in danger than some bored officers station in the back end of the galaxy." Not to mention the glory he'd receive for putting an end to it, early.

"Alone they will stand no chance...but if you were to assist them, then they and your friend would survive..." the hidden man assured Blizzar.

"I'm sure Ken and the other stationed there can handle it just fine. If not, what sort of officers are they?" Blizzar shrugged, with a scoff. "I'm off to do my job now, if you don't mind. Enjoy your drink," the Arcosian stated, bidding the odd hidden man farewell.

Did Blizzar regret such an action? Considering where the outcome left him....no. But he did regret that Ken Boshi died such a miserable end, only to be denied even peace in death as he was reconstructed into some sort of subservient machine.

Perhaps the cloaked figure was an agent of the Doctor's attempting to ensure that Blizzar suffered a similar fate, perhaps not. For now, however...

Once Kenbo's sword began to glow, Blizzar released his telekinetic hold on his own wounds and instead concentrated it all on freeing the sword from the Samurai's hands.