Sarada grinned as Totoma's attack did massive damage on SWS, skinning her alive and reducing her to nothing more than a grotesque meat-statue. His new form was powerful, that much no one could deny. Before any thoughts or hopes of them actually winning on their own could even form in her head, much less take root, her skin regrew in a near instant. "What the hell?" Alright, along with being massively stronger, she could also heal rapidly.
That was bad. Things were getting bad and the fight had only just started. What the hell was taking everyone else so long?! Tch. The fights on Earth and at GP HQ must have taken longer than I thought they would. Damn it!
But, Totoma showed she could be hurt and that was encouraging at least. Things hadn't completely gone SWS' way just yet. If they could focus their powers together, then maybe they could actually do something substantial that could stick. She gathered more ambient ki from her fog and...
"What?" She narrowed her eyes and watched the GoD cup her hands together and begin the Kamehameha. How does she know that? Unless she knew it before hand, which Sarada doubted, she must have copied it from when Totoma did it against her mere seconds ago. Meaning she could copy their attacks. That... that was bad. Things were getting worse by the second.
"Damn it!" She took the ambient ki she gathered and formed a crimson scythe. She descended with haste and swung the scythe down on the tail that had him pinned in place.
" I was offering to clean this kitchen, but if you don't want me to right now, that's okay. Thought it was the least I could do for all of Zaofan's wonderful meals. Since Sasheem already did most of the work, I guess you don't want me to waste my time cleaning smears off the floor," Praxat said.
Praxat puts the capsules back in her uniform's right pocket." Anyways, for the record, I have already tidied up other parts of the Lookout," Praxat said.
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His attack did have an effect... blew away her clothes and her skin, leaving some sort of horrid skinless monster. Much less appealing than the horrid... skinful (?) monster. Even got a compliment out of it, too! Heh, this new form was awesome!
His elation was short-lived, when SWS not only regrew her skin, but drew her hands back in...
Oh come on, she was talented enough to copy an attack she'd seen onc--twice? Totoma began flowing into a dodge, but soon found himself ensnared in her tail. Huh, well... that wasn't good. Okay, time for the...
A distinct pressure approached from above, and Totoma's gaze shot upwards. And then he was jerked into the path of...
Oh no no no no. He wasn't getting Charco'd by Sarada's new and totally awesome scythe technique!
With the quickest and mightiest effort of will he'd ever displayed, Totoma focused his power into a Void Tunnel directly in the path of the ki scythe's blade. The exit was haphazardly opened next to SWS, so hopefully she would get scythe'd instead.
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Slowly, the dour current about his disposition began to thaw.
"I imagine that you know that better than anybody else," he said, "in a way, where we're at, it's all thanks to you."
Thumbing his nose, he shrugged his shoulders. "Now it's our turn."
That was it, huh? Throughout the first year, that rioutous two weeks he'd gotten to know him, Koorimaru was always genteel, ever aloof, and garried himself with a certain uncanny grace. He and Ochazuke'd gone at it a few times, but there was something about the measured air about him. It was as if he'd held something behind that smirk, like he was in control of everything at all times and only had to left a finger for one of those Death Beams and that would be the end of it.After Zaofan stops talking, Koorimaru looks at him with his intense eyes, tail swishing behind him.
“I am…nervous, Zaofan. I am nervous that Remnant will find me again, I am nervous that all but one Saiyan isn’t here but instead waging war on far flung worlds, battles against gods that they cannot likely win against without backup.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Think me low all you like, think me coward or traitor or fool, but I am here, now, asking for help and willing to help. I would prefer Ochazuke be here because unlike most, he sees to the heart of the matter and always seems to know how best to leverage a strike.”
Whatever'd happened to him had changed that confidence entirely. Whoa. This is serious.
"They can't win without backup? And?" Zaofan replied, "So...we back them up. All the same, we've only got one shot at this, so we'll need everyone."
"...sure, pal." Zaofan said, lowering his gaze and rubbing the back of his head for a moment.
The air upon the lookout seemed to defy the season, for time seemed to stand still. with it came with a measured bravado as Zaofan returned the kiss with a gentle nuzzle on the forehead, and for a moment his cheeks flushed as scarlet as his signature.
"Isn't it obvious? It's because she's amazing," he simpered, cradling his arms around her. Ah, like summertime milkweeds...duh-huh-huh...
For a second his expression slipped, absolutely smitten by the sunny ways she always seemed to bring with her.
"Amazing...but not always handy. Renovations? Darling, what've you really been working on?"
"Tch."
That could be fixed... but right now, he might be useful. Tasure leaned against the wall, crossing her arms.
The Arcosian seemed obsessed with that human Ochazuke to a disturbing degree. Wanting a powerful and skilled warrior on your side was only natural, but this... it was as if he were simply disregarding everyone except her fellow saiyans and Ochazuke. Though, she supposed most Arcosians disregarded the abilities of everyone but their own kind, so perhaps that counted as a half-assed sort of progress?
Tch. Well, there wasn't much she could say or do except try to ignore her hunger pangs and recover her stamina as much as she could.
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P-Sta nodded. "Indeed!" he headed back towards the control room with his siblings, each already prepping coordinates for Earth. "Now our base wasn't exactly mobile before...but now that it's taken the form of the Chief, perhaps it is able to-" P-Sta began, and as soon as the button was pressed by P-Cee, and massive canon of exhaust erupted from Durive's mouth as the giant base/box rocketed backward towards its destination without much in the way of warning.
"Okay...first thing's first...." P-Sta struggled to say as he braced himself. "See if we can locate the brakes."
"This is Katchin Squad Member X-Bo, attempting to contact the Gotengo," X-Bo spoke, attempting to establish communications. "We just fended off an attack on the GP base and hope to rendezvous with your forces as soon as possible."
"Also, it should be noted that we have...unusual transportation," N-Ten added.
"Just be on the lookout for a giant box with dropship-sized chopstick limbs," X-Bo noted.
"My...condolences," Blizzar offered, unsure of what else to say as he followed along. "You'd think adversaries of such a scale wouldn't resort to making things so personal. Alas, circumstances have assured that will never be the case. But worry not, you'll get your daughter back. What I say is not merely to calm your nerves or assure you, but a simple truth. One the Saiyans and the M Fighters promote more than any other. 'No matter how hard they hit us, we'll hit back harder.' And as a collective universe, I'd say Sakin's packed quite the punch. But our counterattack begins now.""Nice job. More allies is good right about now," Avoca responded. She didn't know how trustworthy anyone willing to attack the GP in the first place really was, but she did know they weren't in any position to turn away anyone who at least claimed they were willing to help. If nothing else, they would serve as a bunch of warm bodies to throw at any cannon fodder Alakazah or Sakin may have had.
As for the Saiyans, she answered, "As far as I know, we survived well enough. Tundra's forces were convinced to turn back by Ochazuke's speech earlier. I and Parsley were attacked by a God of Destruction. She almost killed us and managed to make off with our daughter." She frowned, a mixture of anger at herself and distraught sadness. "Sakin has our daughter." Parsley was barely keeping it together, meaning Avoca had to be strong enough for the both of them. It wasn't the first time she had been in that position, but the last time hadn't been nearly as dire as the time they currently found themselves. The adrenaline from battle helped, but those only lasted for so long. Once they were over, reality forcibly reminded them of what they were missing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Parsley firing up the ship. She sighed and turned to board, and gestured for Blizzar to follow. Not that he would need any. "I assume you were told about the visions Earth's dragon showed them a few months ago?"
How odd it was, Blizzar couldn't help but think. To see an Arcosian empathize with a Saiyan. Then again, Sarada had turned relations between their two races on its head...and perhaps for the better. Not that Blizzar truly cared for such deep-seated rivalries, anyway. Whichever provided the most safety and profit was often who he sided with in the past. But now both safety and profit were torn asunder after being trampled on, again and again, it was high time every combatant in the galaxy with any sort of sense laid all the chips down and show Sakin he was playing a losing game.
The scythe goes into the tunnel.
“…me…..”
The scythe reappears and cuts SWS’s head clean off. As it bounces off the ground, its mouth opens and a single word hisses out.
“….ha!”
The still standing nude body throws the hands forward into Totoma, and the black power there strikes him in the chest. It’s small and barely an attack at all. It….tingles, but instead of being blasted back the shadows starts spreading over his chest like a sheettoroma starts to feel…..horrifically cold and numb as this shadow leech starts spreading over his entire confined body.
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"Shit really has gone sideways when we're all on the same page," Sasheem agreed. "Sasheem's gonna gather up his people real quick for the big group huddle soon. Gonna guess permafrown'll have a lot to say. ...Or just scoff. Shaved ice over here'll be ecstatic to find out he's barely changed since they last threw hands." Sasheem added, greeting Koorimaru with a small wave that quickly shifted into a middle finger...in a friendly sort of way, one could suppose.
And with that brief greeting out of the way, Sasheem took off for a second.
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A lot of shit happened nearly at the same time.
SWS moved her tail so that Totoma would be cleaved into by her energy scythe.
Totoma opened a Void Tunnel so that Sarada's scythe would cut into SWS instead. Exactly that happened and off came her head. Naturally, it had zero effect whatsoever and she still completed her perverted, demented Kamehameha, infecting him with some kind of sickly slime. It spread across his chest first and was steadily creeping across his entire body.
Sarada stood stock still for a brief second. Her eyes darted from SWS' body to her severed head to Totoma, then back to the severed head. There, at least for the moment, wasn't anything she could think to do for Totoma, at least not without looking at what was happening more closely. Instead, she pulled an empty capsule and tried to capture the severed head inside. If nothing else, that would at least keep her from giving her body any more orders.