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

[KingofPie]

The explosion is enough to cause Baric to step back, tendrils leaving Sasheem’s body for the moment.

Sasheem immediately dashes backward, to create more space between him and Baric so he could properly regenerate. As he did, he smirked. Raising a hand as Basic took a step backwards, he created....a carpet. Once the Nuckalevee stepped on it, another explosion would ignite. This time one that, he hoped, should send the creature upwards.

[Tami]

Tch, knocked away and then trapped by this damned attack. Though not completely trapped. Raising her fingers to her forehead and clenching her other hand, Tasure's form blurred, appearing above Sickle. Her aura burst into existence, then quickly concentrated into her fist, and the Saiyaness charged downwards at Sickle, intending to deliver an Azure Spiral Fist.

Taking a step back, she watched the older Saiyan whose name she couldn't remember, launch an attack. She had to admire the fierceness of the attack.

That damned abomination was not only pretty much unscathed by everything they threw at it, but it had a variation of the Frost Demons' famed Death Beam that Sarada had never seen before. Altering a beam's path was nothing new, but this... She assumed that only her sister had ever managed to create a cage out of energy. "Tch, damn it!"

She deactivated Peerless Instinct, allowing active thought to return to her mind. She was no longer thinking clearly, but she knew that they had to get out of this cage as soon as possible.

"Alright. It's time!" She clenched her fist and drew on that golden aura that had become familiar by this point, kind of. She knew that the more she transformed, the easier it would emerge her golden crown.

Her head then turned to face the Queen. Dash could sense something was gonna happen, and she suspected she knew what.

[grampagen]

A black fluid leaks from the arm and surrounds his back, absorbing the Optic Blast like it had a will of its own.

There it was again! He thought they'd seen the last of that shroud, but it absorbed his shot with impunity. I have no idea how we're going to deal with that, this sort of magic it's-

Then his thoughts were cut off when he saw Parsley transform.

And finds that spark much quicker, and with a golden flourish that draws Marsheb’s eyes, Parsley transforms.

The crackle of energy carried upon the heat siren caused Zaofan to flinch reflexively, and when the bright light faded, he saw it again, fresh as the first time he ever laid eyes on it.

Super Saiyan.

Indeed it caused enough of a stir that the fused Oni turned about to behold it. It didn't take a great deal of intuition to see what that meant. This was a fight between beings of a whole different plane of existence.

His knuckles whitened as his grip twist upon his staff. A long, tired smile curled on his lips. If anyone could cross the divide between god and mortal...

"Go get him, Parsley!!"

After all, how could a guy like him possibly keep up?

Ishtar heard her jaw crack, and as she slammed through the wall she realized that would cause problems were she to suffer another blow. Though ... realizing she was out of sight, as she shook herself free of the rubble; the advantage was hers.

And as much as she wished to beat them both to death ... some sacrifices would need to be made. Though it would require sufficient time to charge.

"Parsley, Etrina, Zaofan ... I require a moment free from his ... unwanted, advances." The Oni said to the others, telepathically.

And then she squared her stance, and charging up, her Ki -- black and white in equal measure -- began coalescing in her cupped hands.

*snip*

"Death ..."

OT: In (2) more posts, something wicked this way comes.

All of a sudden he heard Ishtar's voice in his head, as if she had crossed the considerable distance between them. These telepaths always throw me for a loop.

...I'm sorry did I think that aloud?

The trail of his racing thought were shaded by something. A sense of weariness. Of ineffectuality. And an acute dread and despair for both the shape beset before them, but also of the golden figure in their midst.

...you didn't see that! Focus, Zaofan. He took a deep breath, but his racing heart would not cease.

It was easier this time. Curious. Parsley knew that repeated use made the Super Saiyan transformation easier each time. After a while, it would become second nature.

"So, I have your attention," she stated. She lifted her ax from the floor, where she had embedded it moments earlier. "I figure I can handle you alone, so the others can concentrate on the much more dangerous mark, Baric. Or, you can run along to Ishtar and save yourself the embarrassment!" She exploded forward, a golden streak of motion toward the fused Oni. Halfway, she tapped into the power of Mirror's Edge to suddenly swap places with Marsheb. Behind him, she fired a pair of blasts at his back.

Demigods, emissaries from hell, and Super Saiyans. As the auras flared, he could not help but feel a shrinking sensation. But there was no stopping now; he still had to help.

That arm. He's got an affinity for reappropriating every sort of energy we throw at him, he suggested over the telepathic broadcast. Marduk had a limit, he had to compensate with that...red...circle!

Stepping off after Parsley - and taking care to mind Etrina where she cast her spells - Zaofan's frozen mind thawed to a flowing state when his body was in motion. Yet though he burned to do something, he was at a complete loss as to what.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Tch, knocked away and then trapped by this damned attack. Though not completely trapped. Raising her fingers to her forehead and clenching her other hand, Tasure's form blurred, appearing above Sickle. Her aura burst into existence, then quickly concentrated into her fist, and the Saiyaness charged downwards at Sickle, intending to deliver an Azure Spiral Fist.

The blow lands.

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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

It was easier this time. Curious. Parsley knew that repeated use made the Super Saiyan transformation easier each time. After a while, it would become second nature.

"So, I have your attention," she stated. She lifted her ax from the floor, where she had embedded it moments earlier. "I figure I can handle you alone, so the others can concentrate on the much more dangerous mark, Baric. Or, you can run along to Ishtar and save yourself the embarrassment!" She exploded forward, a golden streak of motion toward the fused Oni. Halfway, she tapped into the power of Mirror's Edge to suddenly swap places with Marsheb. Behind him, she fired a pair of blasts at his back.

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.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

That damned abomination was not only pretty much unscathed by everything they threw at it, but it had a variation of the Frost Demons' famed Death Beam that Sarada had never seen before. Altering a beam's path was nothing new, but this... She assumed that only her sister had ever managed to create a cage out of energy. "Tch, damn it!"

She deactivated Peerless Instinct, allowing active thought to return to her mind. She was no longer thinking clearly, but she knew that they had to get out of this cage as soon as possible.

"Alright. It's time!" She clenched her fist and drew on that golden aura that had become familiar by this point, kind of. She knew that the more she transformed, the easier it would emerge her golden crown.

Like her sister, Sarada finds the trigger easier and transforms.

Just as three of the beams connect with her.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Blizzar immediately takes a glance at the sword, using the strength he has left to attempt to pull it apart the hilt and make sense of it's inner workings any.

Three crystals lay in the hilt, one extinguished and the other two still glowing.

The blade is the same Uber katchin this place is made out of. Also, within the hilt is some sort of electronic device.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sasheem immediately dashes backward, to create more space between him and Baric so he could properly regenerate. As he did, he smirked. Raising a hand as Basic took a step backwards, he created....a carpet. Once the Nuckalevee stepped on it, another explosion would ignite. This time one that, he hoped, should send the creature upwards.

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.

[MrSandman]

Having slipped past the ensuing chaos, Erosa continued her speedy and, more importantly, stealthy recon race down the hallway. Having decimated so many of the doctors minions so far, there shouldn't be much left between them....and if she could get to the man before he could muster more...

...there would be a chance to end things sooner rather then later.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Like her sister, Sarada finds the trigger easier and transforms.

Just as three of the beams connect with her.

Sarada was right. It was getting easier to transform. Before long, she'd be able to go gold at wi-- ah ****!

Her aura flashed, erecting an energy barrier to block the beams before they managed to hit her. She grunted and expanded the barrier to encompass her and anyone still standing beside her, and to push the beams back into Sickle.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Having slipped past the ensuing chaos, Erosa continued her speedy and, more importantly, stealthy recon race down the hallway. Having decimated so many of the doctors minions so far, there shouldn't be much left between them....and if she could get to the man before he could muster more...

...there would be a chance to end things sooner rather then later.

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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada was right. It was getting easier to transform. Before long, she'd be able to go gold at wi-- ah ****!

Her aura flashed, erecting an energy barrier to block the beams before they managed to hit her. She grunted and expanded the barrier to encompass her and anyone still standing beside her, and to push the beams back into Sickle.

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

[KingofPie]

Three crystals lay in the hilt, one extinguished and the other two still glowing.

The blade is the same Uber katchin this place is made out of. Also, within the hilt is some sort of electronic device.

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.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

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.

[Tami]

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

Dash, standing behind Sarada, quickly erects her Storm Shield, using it to boost Sarada's golden barrier.