Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
He sighs again, rubbing at his forehead.
“Oath magic forbids my outright lying, Lady Inanna. I can misdirect, to an extent, or I can use language that hides my intent, but I cannot lie. If I did so, my Oaths would break and I would die. This is one of the pacts made with Lady Binder.”
He points.
“This portal will lead you back to your Earth. I cannot say how much time has passed, but less than a day for sure.”
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Sarada was so close, so tantalizingly close. The closer she got, the bigger they looked. That made sense because of perspective and all that artsy shit she didn't care about, but still. Her mouth was watering at the very thought of grabbing onto the plush, supple boobies. If she could get away with it, she could try pulling her top down to-
"Totoma?"
His power level suddenly dropped to nothing. She stopped dead in her tracks, all thought of boobs erased from her head. She turned and looked at the spot where she last saw him. She found him on the ground, a red splotch under him, with Parsley standing over him. "...no... Totoma!"
They killed him! Those bastards killed him too, from behind like a bunch of fucking cowards! She whirled around, eyes alight with a renewed fury and thirst for vengeance. Fuck her tits, she wanted that bitch's head!
She powered up and continued her rocket upward. She didn't have much power, but she didn't need to be at full power to pull her head off. Not with Ochazuke and... and...
Something was wrong. Why was she getting weaker? She wasn't that close to empty, not after she managed to dig deep and reach that extra reserve of power she always kept handy, just in case.
"You!" she snarled. It was Ishtar. She was draining her power somehow. Sarada gritted her teeth and formed an energy barrier around Ishtar's head in an attempt to cut off her oxygen supply. Onis don't need to breath, damn it! But hopefully this'll give me a chance to recover. "What? Get tired of getting your ass kicked by Sherrif Zaofan?"
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
"Ah right, Faetrina's new patron." Inanna said with a chuckle. "So that's the magic she weaves..." Oath Magic. Old, and dangerous. Really made you wonder if the original shapers and creators had simply copied each other's homework.
To strive, indeed.
"In a way, I guess that makes you an Oni, doesn't it? Unable to lie, only bend the truth." What delicious irony. Though... what Earth. Universe 15's?"
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
There!
She gave a glance up at Sarada and noticed that she was still heading up to face Ishtar. There was something different in her demeanor. She was too far away to notice, but it wasn't the lustful hunger that fed her charge just moments ago. If it meant she was going to fight seriously, so be it.
Perfect Intuition: Instant Transmission
Parsley vanished, from Darkle, and from the Realm of the Living.
She reappeared a literal instant later in Otherworld, right next to Totoma. "Good work, Totoma." She cut her gaze at the line she was standing beside. An endless supply of newly deceased parties, for one reason or another, stretched as her eyes could see. The sight before her took her back. She spent... hours... days... whatever in this very same line awaiting her fate. Shek'hinah took her case personally. She would have probably received her own personal torment Hell had she not.
"Now, where...There!" It didn't take long for her to find her quarry. He was quickly flying away toward that snake highway thing. The very place that she learned led right to heaven.
She powered up and flew after him. Her ax appeared in her hand, the blade gleaming as she poured power into it.
It seemed that bartering for an answer with this one was going to be less that fruitful. It had been Ochazuke's aim in the use of his skill, hoping against hope to search for a reason, to hear it from the mouths of these cosmic judges themselves once he'd faced them. There was little in the way that might provide compensation for the death of his friend, but surely the Ulthan would not have acted so rashly had they any other choice.
But to see the Goddess of Runination here, and be ignored entirely, a hollow feeling began to creep through his mind...
Then, at this very moment, he felt Totoma's presence violently extinguish across the shared connection of Kizuna. In an instant, Parsley too had followed.
Death, and utter silence. Now Ishtar sought to consume Sarada's life.
Now having acquired knowledge through Banjakuza of the nature of his opponent, he act swiftly before another one would die so senselessly.
Fading out from where he stood, Ochazuke reappeared in front of Sarada and struck his hand out to intercept the energy tether with Kongosho and seized the very medium of Ishtar's Vitalmancy in his grip.
OOC: 2
Lantro sighs in relief but maintains his focus on pushing the moon downward, he combed the area, looking to see if there was a specific target he had in mind.
The basket's right in front of him, defenders distracted. He pushes the moon towards it's current intended target, arm outstretched as he pours more of his own power as cracks formulate through the air.
COUNTDOWN TO OMEGA DUNK: 1 Post
"Agh!" Sarada's eyes bulged out of her skull as her shoulder started eroded and rotting away. That ruination energy she had heard about; that was what it did. Eroded. Rotted. Ate away. Stopped growth. Her eyes narrowed as her good arm grabbed her wrist. With a sharp tug, she pulled her cybernetic arm free. The shoulder that was currently rotting away with Ruination was contained in a barrier, cut away from the rest of the arm, which remained in her grasp.
Cardinal Touch
"If you were capable of beating a mere human, you would have done it by now," she sneered. "Yet, you have to shack up with these losers. Tch, some god." Crimson energy coursed through the severed arm, glowing dangerously in the nighttime sky. "You're not even half the goddess my Ishtar was, never mind Inanna. No wonder you're playing lackey, because you suck. A human cut off your legs. A weaker Ishtar even stole your clone's arm. Here, let me make that up to you!"
She hurled her charged cyber arm at Ishtar, detonating it when it was within range and showering her with molten ultra katchin.