Dragonball M, Chapter 4: Kidnapping! Invasion! A new Threat Strikes First!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Oh bother.

Hitting the ground running Inanna, picks herself up and begins weaving her way through the city; her target not so much Auroc as the overhead network of magic. "Took you long enough, not satisfied with being ignored?" Her goal there was simple, drain it.

OT:

The network preventing teleportation? Just making sure because there are multiple lattice Ana skaters depending on what she’s targeting.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Kakarot flies towards and straight into the beam, unaffected as he moves staring to at her through it.

"Tch!" It was bothersome seeing him charge straight through her beam, but it didn't matter. She got the second she needed. A blood-stained rune flashed in the air briefly before disappearing as quickly as it arrived. The next moment, a web of katchin chains materialized out of nowhere between the two Saiyans. Still obscured partially by the azure beam, she mentally shoved it forward in an effort to catch him by surprise and ensnare him.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sasheem dashes after him Mamba Boosting again and combining it with another Meteor Clothesline in an attempt to knock him back even further. Preferably into something painful.

High above the city, the black form rights itself and catches Sasheem’s next blow.

“Hello gutter trash. You should have run like the coward you were, third rate.”

Auroc’s touch starts eating Sasheem’s Form, absorbing him.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Tch!" It was bothersome seeing him charge straight through her beam, but it didn't matter. She got the second she needed. A blood-stained rune flashed in the air briefly before disappearing as quickly as it arrived. The next moment, a web of katchin chains materialized out of nowhere between the two Saiyans. Still obscured partially by the azure beam, she mentally shoved it forward in an effort to catch him by surprise and ensnare him.

The chains wrap around and hold, Kakarot struggling.

[KingofPie]

High above the city, the black form rights itself and catches Sasheem’s next blow.

“Hello gutter trash. You should have run like the coward you were, third rate.”

Auroc’s touch starts eating Sasheem’s Form, absorbing him.

"Rate this, fucko," Sasheem grunted, blasting Venom Mist out of his mouth in the rival Majin's face, as he detaches his arm, flying backwards to regenerate safely.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The chains wrap around and hold, Kakarot struggling.

It worked! Parsley stopped the beam and quickly closed in on the oft resurrected Saiyan. "Stop struggling," she said. "I'm going to free you." Her confidence in herself and her magical abilities was absolute. It wasn't a question of if she could free him, but how long it would take. As far as she was concerned, nothing else was more important.

She pressed her hands together, the smoky white aura of her anti-magic enveloping both of them. The anti-magic hummed softly as she pulled her hands apart and pressed them against the sides of his head. The runes that bound him to eternal damnation as punishment for a culture he had no choice but to be born into were etched on every inch of his person. She intended to use Sorcerer's Folly to undo the runes via draining the magic needed to power them.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

Sir Lansis nods, and blocks several knights from getting at her.

For a moment, as she unleashes her Omni-directional bull field to halt and revert the taint, Neva finds an equal force pressing against her attack.

Somewhere, the Maven is countering her attack.

However, at that moment the Calvary arrives and Sir Luop appears, leading the charge to fend off the enemy knights.

Sir Nei K’lot, Lord of the Golden Knights and High Commander of the Queensguard. His roar of challenge shakes the room and seven silver knights all get blown back by his mere presence.

Lady Captain Siew, Golden Knight and Master of the Archer Corp, flora around the fringes, energy arrows disabling knights and priestess in hidden alcoves all over.

Sir Noomh Teba Zile, Lord of the Silver Knights and Royal Honorguard, charges up and kicks away two silver knights that almost made it passed Lansis. The two nod and go to either side of Neva, defending her.

Sir Attol Lop, Silver Knight of the Spear slides in, graceful and precise. He goes after those Siew doesn’t target, working in tandem and bringing down hidden priestess with his extending spear.

Sir Nomis, Silver Knight and Sir Luop Nosrenda, Bronze Knight, charge in with three other Silver Knights, four other Bronze Knights, and four priestesses that had been freed and go to town, clearing out the rest on the fringes, war cries loud and ringing.

Anula, the Priestess, is there alongside two Noble Threshlings as well, magic cracking and slamming about, helping free those tainted whom the others had taken down.

With the new help, Seri is no longer being blasted at as her attackers get taken down.

Voyavad’s attacker , distracted by the sudden rush of allies, gets struck hard by the Nevadian’s blow.

Something was pushing back against her efforts to clear the taint, and Sir Lansis was but one man against many. She may very well have to break off--

--is what she was thinking when the knights that had already been freed arrived. Excellent timing. With this, she could focus on her struggle with the Maven, whose magical abilities were... formidable. Better than hers, if she were being honest. If not for her new-found Hozon, no matter how shaky her current level of mastery, she wouldn't be able to compete.

Still, all she could do was redouble her efforts and persevere.

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Seri breathed a sigh of relief. She could only do that for so long, and a few had clipped her! Now....

Looking around, she noticed the Old Nevadian Guy taking on a gold, that Earthling taking on a Knight, and Neva and a big... what she could only describe as a brawl surrounding her. Knight against knight, but some of the enemy ones would switch sides... ah, Neva must be curing them of the bad guy goop! And that Auroc guy was... way above the city? She could also sense that blue bubblebum guy near him.

Hm... alright, Neva and her knights seemed to be doing alright, and that old dude was pretty strong, so she'd go help the bubblegum guy!

Taking to the air, soon enough she was just about level with Auroc and Sasheem--though a fair ways away. Raising her hand above her head, an energy ball formed above her palm. After a moment, the ball began rotating, and then flattened. Thinner and thinner, until the ball had become a thin rotating disk of ki.

Heh, there was no way that Auroc baddie would come out unscathed from being hit with her Shooting Star Cutter. This attack could cut the entire planet in half... if it were big enough. Could she even make an attack that bi--

Okay, she was getting distracted.

She threw her arm forward, and the Shooting Star Cutter cut through the air at Auroc.


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A good hit. Voyavoda continued the Cleansing Flame assault, fighting aggressively delivering as many 'doses' of "medicine" as he could in as short a time as possible. No Ma-Tobashi this time, just pure melee. He'd punch the free will back into this gold-clad bastard if it was the last thing he ever did.


(4 Post, +2 to technique when discharged)

[Tami]

The Knight grunts as he stumbles and is kicked away, striking another knight.

With a moment's breathing space, and with the destruction of the temple due to all the fighting, Dash easily located a long piece of stone. Using the powers of the Earth Armor, she reshaped it into the appearance of a spear with a very sharp point.

Moving quickly, she sought out Auroc, only to find him fighting Shaseem. As she had done before, she sought out the crystal within Auroc. If she is able to locate it, if she can get an opening so as not to inflict friendly fire damage on her allies, she planned to impale the godling and his crystal.

Lifting off the ground, and pulling her arm back, stone spear in hand, she sought out the right moment.....

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Two duck, one gets slapped in the face.

The two charge and swing their weapons at Praxat.

Praxat uses fluid and graceful dance-like movements to dodge the two knights weapons. To the two knights, it looks like Praxat is just dancing and throwing out feints. So before the two knights realized, Praxat threw out an actual attack, and not a feint, It was already too late. She had already kicked them both in the chest with a handstand spin kick.

Using 40% of her elastic energy to boost the force of her strikes.

[MrSandman]

A scythe in its hand arcs out towards her, clipping her arm from the Knight.

Wasting not a moment, Erosas slim form jerked sideways and her head shot out.....snapping her iron jaws upon the scythe as the knight attempted to pull it back, before swinging her claw and slicing the weapon off at the handle right above where the knight was holding it.

The Id leap back, smiled behind gritted teeth....and then spat the blade out on the ground before spitting out a maw that tried to close in on the knight and explode.

[Tami]

With a moment's breathing space, and with the destruction of the temple due to all the fighting, Dash easily located a long piece of stone. Using the powers of the Earth Armor, she reshaped it into the appearance of a spear with a very sharp point.

Moving quickly, she sought out Auroc, only to find him fighting Shaseem. As she had done before, she sought out the crystal within Auroc. If she is able to locate it, if she can get an opening so as not to inflict friendly fire damage on her allies, she planned to impale the godling and his crystal.

Lifting off the ground, and pulling her arm back, stone spear in hand, she sought out the right moment.....

"Rate this, fucko," Sasheem grunted, blasting Venom Mist out of his mouth in the rival Majin's face, as he detaches his arm, flying backwards to regenerate safely.

As soon as Shaseem is out of the way, Dash takes aim at the crystal within Auroc, then uses all her strength to launch the spear as fast and as hard as she could.

[grampagen]

Ochazuke does so, the knight flung into a far wall.

The moment the Golden Knight impacted into the stone under the force of his own momentum. Ochazuke rose, yet did not pursue.

Silently, he stood there, reaching deep into the genius loci of the planet with his skill sublime to seek out the true shape of the threat before them. If there were any other sentries sequestered there, set to emerge like vermin in the walls, he would find them and more as his meditation field spread to reveal the inner nature of this place with Banjakuza.

It would, indeed, be quite difficult not to sight the effluvial grime, that Majin essence of Auroc, that permeated the sublime laneways here beneath the proud city into that horrid magic seal.

Doubtless these Knights had known it well, that Great Eye; How its predatory and jealous view stole out from the darkness to sow fear, demanding adulation. A lifetime and more beneath it. Beset by the great, horrifying unknown, a fear of the outside, fanaticism had taken hold of them and became a facade of their strength, their blind faith in their weakness fodder for a pretender godling.

Even from distant Earth, he too had come to know this cruel beholder. For years since Ochazuke had first encountered Auroc, he'd stood there staring back at him across the starry abyss.

Wasting not a moment, Erosas slim form jerked sideways and her head shot out.....snapping her iron jaws upon the scythe as the knight attempted to pull it back, before swinging her claw and slicing the weapon off at the handle right above where the knight was holding it.

The Id leap back, smiled behind gritted teeth....and then spat the blade out on the ground before spitting out a maw that tried to close in on the knight and explode.

Along with the Gold thrown along the way, there remained two of the initial emergent Silver regiment. Assuredly Erosa would depose of this one as they had the ghosts of Avalon years ago. A sort of complementary hunter's instinct had supported their unlikely friendship; he would not interfere with her prey, and just as well he would ensure she would not fall victim.

Clasping his hands together, his ki began to build.

[grampagen]

Meanwhile, the gold knight Zaofan struck stumbles to his feet even as Zaofan sees a chained women in once fine attire, energy pulsing from the chain and heading upwards as they drain her.

"Whoa."

Taking a soaring leap over the heap of rubble, Zaofan looked over the Threshling Queen where she was restrained. He hadn't known much other than the warrior and clerical classes he'd encountered in circumstances about as friendly as this, but seeing her finery reduced to tatters roused silent pity within him. Moreover, the flash and pulse of the energy into the tethers, leading into the walls was a familiar, unwelcome sight that filled him with loathing.

...

Across the psychic connection - did it work that way? He could never be sure which thoughts they were reading - Zaofan's silence was replaced by this stark impression...and the knowledge that he was very much not a magician.

...I'll have to resolve it myself...

"Your majesty...?" he offered, "Can you hear me?

Zaofan stole a glance at at his wrist, before spinning the Bojack Staff up to a guard, taking a defensive posture as he circled near where the chains led to the walls.

OOC: Altered Beast Cooldown: 2

[Miburo]

As he does so, a faint glow coming from a trap door at the back catches his attention.

The Nevadian quirked an eye brow as he consumed the drink, the barest hint of a light beneath the floor.

Stale. Too old to get a pure view of it's contents.

He was tempted to open a bottle and try an uncontaminated sample, but his curiosity in regards to what was hidden from sight, took priority.

Walking slowly--and silently---to the trap door, the Nevadian bent over, cautiously sliding his fingers over the floorboard to find the slight opening seperating the door from the floor, the tips of his fingernails barely fitting in, as he gripped tight.

With a slight grunt, the Nevadian pulled at the trap door, aimed to pry it open.

[Yun Lao]

"At long last, the still waters of peace are boiling..."

Taloned feet dug into the street, followed by the pendulum swaying of that reptilian tail. In the wake of each step came the faint whispers of the dead, his very presence dredging forth the imprinted emotions of countless souls. Lingering behind after the precession had escorted the others off, the saurian felt no need to rush now; best to enjoy the growing crescendo of violence that was building in the distance. How long had it been since he had been this entertained? Probably back at those damnable mountains. This time, however, he would not be left wanting; after all, Rex was here to kill another "god".

Truthfully, he didn't care much about Auroc, for the wannabe whelp of a deity was merely an excuse. He simply sought a challenge, something to confirm that he was truly the Strongest and that this body was his. No matter how human his arm was, the tyranno was in charge.

Casually, his saurian arm was raised above his head, and hovering over the tip of his talon was a pea-shaped orb of fukushuu, although it would not remain pea-shaped for long. There was no need to slink into the crowd, hoping to slip into the fray when he could simply make his presence known to all of them and this Yucatan Crash would be the banner he would plant into the ground. Of course, he was fully aware that the fake god's defenders would most likely seek to interrupt him, but that was the point.

"With this scythe, I shall separate the wheat from the chaff." He was especially grandiose this go around, but he figured that such a pompous cult that worshipped such a weakling deserved to witness a true being of strength.

What were once faint whispers were now shrieks of sorrow and rage as the crash grew larger, and one could occasionally see the likeness of a face from the orb's mass.

"Now, come to me and show me that this wasn't a waste of my time!"