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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

There! That glint in the eyes! Magic, of course.

Sasheem snapped his fingers, unleashing a magic of his own, or a counter magic as it were. "Mystic Materialization: Eternal Ashfire!" In reaction to Mauroc's magic, an urn formed right before his eyes, reacting to the magic and bursting in a bright red light as they detonated with magical energy.

Mauroc curses and flies back, rubbing at his eyes.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The other Mauroc suddenly vanished upwards, avoiding Parskey’s move, grabbing his blinded double, and the two go back to back.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

One of the cylinders on her back compresses downward, light flaring in Genesis’s eyes as she holds a hand up.

And Inanna’s attack freezes an inch away from Genesis’s hand.

The women gazes at the attack, perfectly frozen through temporal energy. For Inanna, it was like she was no longer channeling energy into the attack. It was just.....stopped. Frozen. Inanna and the surroundings were not frozen, only the attack somehow.

Genesis gently places her hand under the attack, tilting it up and angling it above her head, and then her eyes flash and the attack rushes forward once more, only it’s aimed above Genesis and out into the atmosphere instead.

Well that was certainly anti-climactic.

What a waste.

With a snap, the attack detonated above head and still wreathed in Hakai, Inanna shot toward Genesis.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

" Dash, listen since we can't use energy attacks of any kind against them, our only option is physical attacks. We should be able to use the surrounding debris as physical projectiles against them," Praxat said.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Well that was certainly anti-climactic.

What a waste.

With a snap, the attack detonated above head and still wreathed in Hakai, Inanna shot toward Genesis.

Genesis stands and keeps her hand outstretched, awaiting Inanna’s first move as the attack explodes high above, the wind buffeting her hair about her face.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Genesis stands and keeps her hand outstretched, awaiting Inanna’s first move as the attack explodes high above, the wind buffeting her hair about her face.

Inanna launches a massive uppercut, mid-flight. Only to miss the woman completely. Instead, ground beneath Genesis is upended.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Inanna launches a massive uppercut, mid-flight. Only to miss the woman completely. Instead, ground beneath Genesis is upended.

Genesis goes with the motion, moving into the air as the ground is upended.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The other Mauroc suddenly vanished upwards, avoiding Parskey’s move, grabbing his blinded double, and the two go back to back.

"How does it feel to be so close to death's door?" Parsley remarked once the Mauroc double fled and quickly regrouped with his twin.

What to do? Him being able to absorb energy severely cuts down on my options.

She fell silent and thought quickly. She still had a blood spell ready to fire, but would have rather had an opening to ensure it would strike. That, plus her lack of familiarity with Majins made her wary of attacking right away.

I think I have an idea.

She started to float upward towards the pair. "You're mighty plan appears to have failed in the most complete way possible. How embarrassing for you, an almighty deity, to be shown up by lesser beings! Have you anything to say, or has failure reduced you to a gibbering buffoon?"

As she spoke, she laid the parts for her spell in place, so that it could be triggered as soon as she was ready.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"How does it feel to be so close to death's door?" Parsley remarked once the Mauroc double fled and quickly regrouped with his twin.

What to do? Him being able to absorb energy severely cuts down on my options.

She fell silent and thought quickly. She still had a blood spell ready to fire, but would have rather had an opening to ensure it would strike. That, plus her lack of familiarity with Majins made her wary of attacking right away.

I think I have an idea.

She started to float upward towards the pair. "You're mighty plan appears to have failed in the most complete way possible. How embarrassing for you, an almighty deity, to be shown up by lesser beings! Have you anything to say, or has failure reduced you to a gibbering buffoon?"

As she spoke, she laid the parts for her spell in place, so that it could be triggered as soon as she was ready.

The Mauroc watching Parsley slowly turns and makes eye contact with her.

Parsley has seen hate before. Been hated and hated in turn. She has seen rage, loathing, and pure killing intent leveled at her.

Not like this though.

In the red eyes is a hatred so pure, so utter and vast that is dwarfs everything else. This is the hate of an entity that has existed longer than Parsey’s entire race, and for probably the first time since she had meet Auroc she sees something...different. In that hate filled gaze is the old survivor. The thing that lived on even as Titans and Gods and Heroes fell, it remained. Gone are the trappings of it’s false godhood and illusions of grandeur. What remains now is cold, calculating, and altogether alien in nature to its previous mentality of decadence and pompousness.

[Tami]

Having moved a little further away from the fight, Dash notices Praxat coming towards her.

" Dash, listen since we can't use energy attacks of any kind against them, our only option is physical attacks. We should be able to use the surrounding debris as physical projectiles against them," Praxat said.

"It's lookin that way." she shook her head, "We need to take a moment an not rush into it. The others have far more power than we do an they are bein pushed to their limits. If we're gonna fight, we're gonna fight smart. Projectiles might sting, but ah doubt they'll do much damage. Do you still have your sword with you?"

As she spoke, she summoned the Water Sword that went with her Water Armor.

OOC: 50/100

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Genesis goes with the motion, moving into the air as the ground is upended.

Like trying to catch water with bare hands. Inanna stopped, as Genesis drifted up. "When you're this far out of your depth, best way to win is not to play one supposes." The woman pointed down. "Killing your quarry before you get what you're after is probably my surest bet."

The woman took aim, and her power level spiked dangerously.

"Will the others forgive me, I wonder?"

Even if they didn't...

"Death..."

OT: Death From the Demon's Gate, next post.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Like trying to catch water with bare hands. Inanna stopped, as Genesis drifted up. "When you're this far out of your depth, best way to win is not to play one supposes." The woman pointed down. "Killing your quarry before you get what you're after is probably my surest bet."

The woman took aim, and her power level spiked dangerously.

"Will the others forgive me, I wonder?"

Even if they didn't...

"Death..."

OT: Death From the Demon's Gate, next post.

Genesis eyes her, head cocking to the side as if curious.

“You.....have something.”

Her eyes flit over and and land on Inanna’s.

“You have....new power. God power. Give it to me.”

She drifts down, another cylinder depressing in her back.

OT: She senses now what Lampton have you.

[KingofPie]

The other Mauroc suddenly vanished upwards, avoiding Parskey’s move, grabbing his blinded double, and the two go back to back.

"How does it feel to be so close to death's door?" Parsley remarked once the Mauroc double fled and quickly regrouped with his twin.

What to do? Him being able to absorb energy severely cuts down on my options.

She fell silent and thought quickly. She still had a blood spell ready to fire, but would have rather had an opening to ensure it would strike. That, plus her lack of familiarity with Majins made her wary of attacking right away.

I think I have an idea.

She started to float upward towards the pair. "You're mighty plan appears to have failed in the most complete way possible. How embarrassing for you, an almighty deity, to be shown up by lesser beings! Have you anything to say, or has failure reduced you to a gibbering buffoon?"

As she spoke, she laid the parts for her spell in place, so that it could be triggered as soon as she was ready.

The Mauroc watching Parsley slowly turns and makes eye contact with her.

Parsley has seen hate before. Been hated and hated in turn. She has seen rage, loathing, and pure killing intent leveled at her.

Not like this though.

In the red eyes is a hatred so pure, so utter and vast that is dwarfs everything else. This is the hate of an entity that has existed longer than Parsey’s entire race, and for probably the first time since she had meet Auroc she sees something...different. In that hate filled gaze is the old survivor. The thing that lived on even as Titans and Gods and Heroes fell, it remained. Gone are the trappings of it’s false godhood and illusions of grandeur. What remains now is cold, calculating, and altogether alien in nature to its previous mentality of decadence and pompousness.

Noting what Parsley did, the other Majin gets another idea of his own. Sasheem Ma-tobashi Boosts to the blinded Mauroc and chuckled, "You hear it too, can't you? The sounds of your failed endeavor for power? This would be never happened had you acted like a proper Majin from the start and now look at you. Much too late to fix anything..."

"Don't worry, Sasheem understands all too well..." the Majin noted. "So, he's offering a you a free chance. Take a shot at him. Any shot. You wanna hit something, so hit your better, the superior Majin!"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The Mauroc watching Parsley slowly turns and makes eye contact with her.

Parsley has seen hate before. Been hated and hated in turn. She has seen rage, loathing, and pure killing intent leveled at her.

Not like this though.

In the red eyes is a hatred so pure, so utter and vast that is dwarfs everything else. This is the hate of an entity that has existed longer than Parsey’s entire race, and for probably the first time since she had meet Auroc she sees something...different. In that hate filled gaze is the old survivor. The thing that lived on even as Titans and Gods and Heroes fell, it remained. Gone are the trappings of it’s false godhood and illusions of grandeur. What remains now is cold, calculating, and altogether alien in nature to its previous mentality of decadence and pompousness.

"..."

Parsley had been subjected to hatred, pure and visceral, often. Many wished to kill her, especially after her antics during the Tournament of Destiny. However, this...

She had never seen such an unadulterated, purified hatred in her life. With was beyond what any short-lived mortal was capable of. This was reserved only for gods and ancient beings of times long since forgotten.

It would have been perfectly understandable to anyone watching if she trembled with fear. Yeah, instead of cower, she laughed. "Truth hurts, doesn't it?" she sneered while powering up. "You've already lost. We can leave right now and you'll never recover from this humiliation. Killing you is just a showing of good will to the race you enslaved for millennia."

What's your move? Her preternatural senses spread to keep her alert to anything that could attempt to catch her by surprise.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Noting what Parsley did, the other Majin gets another idea of his own. Sasheem Ma-tobashi Boosts to the blinded Mauroc and chuckled, "You hear it too, can't you? The sounds of your failed endeavor for power? This would be never happened had you acted like a proper Majin from the start and now look at you. Much too late to fix anything..."

"Don't worry, Sasheem understands all too well..." the Majin noted. "So, he's offering a you a free chance. Take a shot at him. Any shot. You wanna hit something, so hit your better, the superior Majin!"

The blinded Mauroc pauses.

Then in one too-swift motion, its chest up to its mouth opens vertically and it attempts to eat Sasheem, lunging and biting all the way around his head, neck, and upper torso.