Dragonball M, Chapter 5: Clarion’s Call! The Signal! The Fate of the Universes!

[bruceleegreyhulk]

The Chaff strikes the storm cloud hands, and a resonating shriek of surprise and rage filters across the planet of Reshlan, followed by a sickening halo aura of demonic energy that seems to ring the entire planet momentarily.

The storm suddenly shrinks down, down and down, condensing and thickening until only over the capital and the surrounding 100 miles or so lay the once massive planetary storm. But now, now the demonic energy is truly thick and potent, and there flares dark and evil lights within the now black as space cloud.


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The fifty foot tall Amalgam Demon roars as the added attacks render it apart, the Purity Aura the last kicker as it’s body begins to dissolve like acid. Totoma cheers until the demonic storm suddenly darkens, shrinks, and condensing all around them. Within that thickened, low hanging storm, the energy rumbles and the Amalgam Demon suddenly finds new life.

With a scream of Vile Thoughts that penetrate all who stand near its minds’, the best reforms and jerks its body. Totoma is jerked through the portal on the Gotengo and out into the beast, who back hands him into Jack. The cage Praxat made shatters and the Toadian is lashed back backwards by a demented tongue.

Avoca and Tasure are breathed upon by one mouth, and the two Saiyans crumple as they start puking and sweating as disease and poison wracks their bodies.

Charco, who had managed to avoid all this, roars and fires an energy blast at the creature, sunlight infused Ghost Hakai smacking against a dark shield that blocks the blow.

Praxat slowly gets up and uses her bio-electromagnokinesis to heal her injuries, viva controlling electrons to heal herself by accelerating her cell division. " Talk about your bull shit, huh! This is just like that one boss fight from a video game," Praxat said.

[Miburo]

The storm is layered and robust, no exact weak point obvious.

Except towards the Amalgam Demon below it, as just above the towering beast there does appear to be a slightly weaker section of the storm. Probably from the energy taken to restore the demon thrashing Held’s allies currently.

The Nevadian frowned as he made his assessment. The potency of the storm was immense, resulting in an extremely thorough defense. It was not impossible that he would be able to navigate the Galloping through the hellstorm, but it was not an endeavor that he felt confident about. Failure was the most likely option, if he was being honest with himself.

SWS---At least in this form, he gathered from the others that this was not her typical form--had no obvious weakness.

.....

Save for a singular shatter point, and Held hesitated to call it a weakness in the true sense. It was an opening, a flaw, to be sure. But it clearly served a purpose, helping that putrid demon to continue on it's unholy crusade against his allies. Held could sense the flow of energy connecting the two.

Which, in essence meant the only weak point Held could exploit, was one that would no doubt draw the ire of the demon the moment he did.

He pulled the ships yoke, and the ship ascended upwards, rising miles into the stratosphere, the singular weak point of the storm in view.

He sighed, pressing a console command. The ship hovered in place, impulse engines lightly humming.

"Don't push anything while I'm gone, please." Held requested of his now first mate Totoma, "Unless things look really bad. Then push whatever you want."

Golden spear in hand, he walked towards the back of the ship, before coming to a stop on the Galloping cargo elevator. With the casual flick of a button, the elevator ascended, and the Nevadian along with him, a large hatch on the hull of the roof parting to make way.

As the Galloping made its pursuit, the Gotengo moved to engage the Stalker's Storm in tandem.

"We'll hold it in position for as long as we can."

The Nevadian said nothing in response to to commander as he focused his vision on the singular point that needed to be penetrated--to be pierced--threading an opening where none truly existed.

His head felt cold as the mighty winds pushed against him. He missed his braids, his long mane---

Wait. Why *did* Hilda shave his head? Only now did Held realize this actively made him weaker, as he could not very well use Unicorns Mane Rejects Destruction without an actual ma--

Concentrate, Held. It is what it is.

He took a deep breath, pushing distractions out from his mind. It was like threading a needle. In a perfect world, Held would have been able to avoid needing to retreat to such a distance to attack....But he couldn't very well risk his intentions being discovered, with SWS--or that demon--moving to thwart him.

To say nothing of the need for superlative speed and force to ensure the barrier was penetrated in its entirety.

He walked towards the nose of The Galloping, a glimmering white light gently manifesting from his spear, glowing brighter with every step taken.

The storm loomed on the world below, overtaking the Reshlan capital in it's entirety. Nothing was visible, save the storm, and the demon.

And the slightest of openings, a tether between the storm and the demon.

The Gold of the Nevadians spear was enveloped entirely by the purifying white aura, almost blinding in its radiance. He held the spear like a javelin, preparing to launch it towards the world below.

He stood motionless for a moment, a statue his focus absolute.

Piercing Horn Purification!

With a shout of effort, the projectile was launched with enough force to slightly rock the ship as it hurtled towards the world below, a glimmering light streaking through the darkness.

There seemed to be no limit to the speed the weapon was able to muster, its velocity increasing with each passing moment, the air surrounding it turning a shade of red.

The Nevadians aim was true---as it always was--his purified spear on a path to thread the needle, piercing not only the weak point of the storm, but on target to skewer the beast taking shelter behind it.

Held would breathe easier the sooner it's existence was ended.

Between the putrid, rotting, demonic essence of the beast, and the absolutely malevolent presence of She Who Stalks, the spear may as well have been the light of judgement itself.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OT: Sorry about the delay again. Weather and family stuff. Will post again tonight (things should be back to normal than).

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Though the hard expression had set into his face the moment they'd confronted She Who Stalks in the open, Ochazuke felt some measure of relief as Held sounded off as his prized Galloping shot forward. Moreover, as much as their communicative frequencies connected them ship to ship, his sense-awareness found the flare of purifying energy.

Someone's found them. His innermost thoughts fought to train the impulse that would have carried it over the signal the Zero System would codify into speech.

Even from this distance, as Held pushed beneath the storm, it struck out like a flare in a dead, starless night. But this is only a glimpse...



Face to face with the hand that heralding Reshlan's doom, the Martial Chef kept his left arm raised, and as the energy pooled from everything, fromthe Golden Knights holding the line to the fledgeling ki-whispers gathered from the terra-firma itself, Zaofan, from his perch on the outer hull before the nose of the Gotengo grinned.

Made you look!

Explosions wreathed the horizon as weaponized First Metal cast into the storm and scattered on impact, spreading like torrents of burning, refractive glass. One unholy scream seemed to shake the world, then twenty-two others ripped apart the shroud of demonic energy forcefully. As they'd promised, they'd broken the storm apart, and yet from his perch he trembled to behold it.

"...well it went just as we'd planned when Koorimaru'd planted the rounds, but I think we might have made it worse."

Ochazuke's meditation field struck out over the planet.

"She was a god before she was deposed. This, too, is part of the plan."

Positioning itself between the Capital and the remainder of the storm, the Gotengo began to close in on the convergent cloud. Despite the light that now fell from the parting in the sky, the living shadow seemed only to swallow the waking dawn from the distant Threshling star, as if its span were some broken portal to the abyssal unknown surrounding the world.

"We've found the vector of attack. Now we collapse it further."

Bristling with energy, the lone Gotengo began to climb altitude. Pursing his lips and loosing a long exhale, Zaofan nodded silently to assure himself. His white cape turned in the wind and he felt a stiff chill overtake him. Set to the course, he then raised his other hand.

As the Galloping made its pursuit, the Gotengo moved to engage the Stalker's Storm in tandem.

"We'll hold it in position for as long as we can."



Ochazuke peered into the core of the Stalker's being, set firm upon his course. While his insights of Kyokushin Keihatsu were limited where the cascades of godly energy veiled this creature, as he moved closer, he remained steadfast upon his path and moved his perceptions deeper with Banjakuza

"Are you mad?" While Zaofan stood nearly face-to-face with the Stalker's essence, Koorimaru upon the bridge was equal parts ill-kept advisor and hostage at this moment. "The creature wells with Hakai, and you're moving towards it?!"

"Be silent," came the curt reply over the throaty hackles of the Arcosian.

For She Who Stalks was one of many who'd claimed the mantle of a God of Destruction, perhaps the veil of godliness was not elusive of detection. How redundant would it be to consider that which simply is? But now collecting a precise attack vector, he sought to glimpse something beyond the divinity of their foe: contained within the essence of this body, how much could be said to be pure evil?



"If you would hasten to make your move, Majin, perhaps one of your students might push you from the closest airlock."

"If it would please this rotund one, I could speed you away through a Void Tunnel...though under the circumstances I'd be quick about it," Koorimaru said, though a bead of sweat rolled down his crystalline dome. "You lot are my contingency plan, I'd rather not waste my bid before the battle has truly begun."

"Zaofan's collecting the energy until he can mobilize it," Ochazuke said. "Our aim is to hold the creature at bay until Held can collapse it into a single point, where we can finally end her. Ma Yusha prepares his spell, but you, Wizard, can you seal its movements?"

And though these two had determined their methods, there was one other aboard whom Ochazuke had a particular cause to petition.

"While your successor and I have had countless disagreements, we remain bound to the legacy of the Five Schools, scions of the Ten Teachings from the Master of Masters," he started, "The realms have thinned, and I do not know how much time remains for the departed...but if you would demonstrate your technique, Snake Mistress, to return all to One, even as a former Crane I would stand and fight by the famed fangs of Orochi."

All the while, as the Spirit Bomb swelled, it shone bright upon the planet's surface, marking the location of the battle well for Blizzar and Lantro above with the GP ensemble.

Genki Charge: 4 - will be ready Next Post
Heka Flow: Continues
Pot Au Feu: Genki + Heka = ??? [Concocting with a barrage of techniques!]

The storm lashed out, a spike of Hakai laced demonic energy that seeks to pin and destroy the Gotengo mid-flight and before the growing Genki could be completed.


Ochazuke, you sense that the storm is at least half pure evil.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

It felt like a cornucopia of jagged, serrated blades had been pushed into her brain at every possible angle imaginable. She could feel her mind peeling apart at the seams, like a ball of yarn being rapidly unraveled then piled into a jumbled, knotted mess. Still, she persisted. Even as she let loose an ear-splitting of pure agony, she persisted. The truth was just beyond her grasp. All she had to do was reach... a... little... further... All the while, the unknown source of her power of observation was crumbling apart like a broken mirror. The consequences of her desperate ambition would come to fruition at some point soon; perhaps as soon as she was done, if she survived.

If she was going to die or spend the rest of her life as a brain-dead vegetable, she was going to do it with the knowledge that she managed to unravel the secret of the mysterious Night, a feat that not even someone as learned and well-traveled as Auroc managed to accomplish.

Then, through the shattered facets of her Observation Focus, she found what she was looking for. And what she found was beyond what she could have possibly imagined finding.

Night was Eldfen's son.

The truth was startling, but Parsley was in no position to react. When the truth was learned, the broken shambles that remained of her mind was forcibly released from Night's person. Blood flowed freely from her eyes and ears as she fell to the ground.

"Parsley?" Sarada kneeled beside her and shook her softly in an attempt to rouse her. When she didn't awaken or even respond unconsciously, her eyes widened. "Parsley!" She turned her caustic gaze to Night and level a furious glare at him. "What the hell did you do to her?!"

Night plays a melancholy note.

‘She saw a Truth. She now knows who I am.’

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Victory was theirs. Avoca's anxious expression relaxed to allow herself a relieved sigh. The fight was over, a relatively quick one made possible through teamwork and the timely gift from Sarada. With it done, they could... "What?"

Her gaze drifted upward to behold whatever was going on above them. A planetwide scream of fury and surprise heralded the planetary storm that was the God of Destruction shrinking. Shrinking and condensing. If she knew anything about condensing energy, it made it stronger. A burst of energy from the storm fell upon the creature, and everything they had done up to that point had been undone. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!"

All their hard work, just reversed like some stupid fucking card game. "Now what is it - urk!" One mouth breathed all over her and Tasure with its rancid, putrid breath. Maybe it wasn't the smell that made a wave, a fucking tsunami of bile erupt out of her mouth, but it didn't help. It felt like she had extreme pains all over her body. Every second, her stomach ejected it contents in a projectile wave that sullied the ground under her. Eventually, when the contents of her stomach were emptied, blood took its place, staining the pile and coloring it crimson.

The Amalgam Demon looms over her and kicks her, sending her flying.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Praxat slowly gets up and uses her bio-electromagnokinesis to heal her injuries, viva controlling electrons to heal herself by accelerating her cell division. " Talk about your bull shit, huh! This is just like that one boss fight from a video game," Praxat said.

Praxat, one of the mouths opens and a noxious cloud envelopes you, attempting to infect you with a degenerative poison.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The Nevadian frowned as he made his assessment. The potency of the storm was immense, resulting in an extremely thorough defense. It was not impossible that he would be able to navigate the Galloping through the hellstorm, but it was not an endeavor that he felt confident about. Failure was the most likely option, if he was being honest with himself.

SWS---At least in this form, he gathered from the others that this was not her typical form--had no obvious weakness.

.....

Save for a singular shatter point, and Held hesitated to call it a weakness in the true sense. It was an opening, a flaw, to be sure. But it clearly served a purpose, helping that putrid demon to continue on it's unholy crusade against his allies. Held could sense the flow of energy connecting the two.

Which, in essence meant the only weak point Held could exploit, was one that would no doubt draw the ire of the demon the moment he did.

He pulled the ships yoke, and the ship ascended upwards, rising miles into the stratosphere, the singular weak point of the storm in view.

He sighed, pressing a console command. The ship hovered in place, impulse engines lightly humming.

"Don't push anything while I'm gone, please." Held requested of his now first mate Totoma, "Unless things look really bad. Then push whatever you want."

Golden spear in hand, he walked towards the back of the ship, before coming to a stop on the Galloping cargo elevator. With the casual flick of a button, the elevator ascended, and the Nevadian along with him, a large hatch on the hull of the roof parting to make way.



The Nevadian said nothing in response to to commander as he focused his vision on the singular point that needed to be penetrated--to be pierced--threading an opening where none truly existed.

His head felt cold as the mighty winds pushed against him. He missed his braids, his long mane---

Wait. Why *did* Hilda shave his head? Only now did Held realize this actively made him weaker, as he could not very well use Unicorns Mane Rejects Destruction without an actual ma--

Concentrate, Held. It is what it is.

He took a deep breath, pushing distractions out from his mind. It was like threading a needle. In a perfect world, Held would have been able to avoid needing to retreat to such a distance to attack....But he couldn't very well risk his intentions being discovered, with SWS--or that demon--moving to thwart him.

To say nothing of the need for superlative speed and force to ensure the barrier was penetrated in its entirety.

He walked towards the nose of The Galloping, a glimmering white light gently manifesting from his spear, glowing brighter with every step taken.

The storm loomed on the world below, overtaking the Reshlan capital in it's entirety. Nothing was visible, save the storm, and the demon.

And the slightest of openings, a tether between the storm and the demon.

The Gold of the Nevadians spear was enveloped entirely by the purifying white aura, almost blinding in its radiance. He held the spear like a javelin, preparing to launch it towards the world below.

He stood motionless for a moment, a statue his focus absolute.

Piercing Horn Purification!

With a shout of effort, the projectile was launched with enough force to slightly rock the ship as it hurtled towards the world below, a glimmering light streaking through the darkness.

There seemed to be no limit to the speed the weapon was able to muster, its velocity increasing with each passing moment, the air surrounding it turning a shade of red.

The Nevadians aim was true---as it always was--his purified spear on a path to thread the needle, piercing not only the weak point of the storm, but on target to skewer the beast taking shelter behind it.

Held would breathe easier the sooner it's existence was ended.

Between the putrid, rotting, demonic essence of the beast, and the absolutely malevolent presence of She Who Stalks, the spear may as well have been the light of judgement itself.

Two things happen:

The spike of Hakai sent towards the Gotengo weakens as a sharp cry rips across the planet, Held’s spear tearing through the storm and hitting…something. The second thing is that the storm shrinks further, erasing the regenerative link between the Amalgam Demon and the Storm, making it vulnerable again.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat, one of the mouths opens and a noxious cloud envelopes you, attempting to infect you with a degenerative poison.

Praxat uses her Bio-Electromagnokinesis to form an electrolysis field inside the noxious cloud. ( No time to analyze the chemical makeup of this cloud with a gas analyzer. I just have to act,) Praxat said.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Night plays a melancholy note.

‘She saw a Truth. She now knows who I am.’

So Parsley had managed to find what she was looking for, or something far more expansive. And what she found was so deep that it... broke her. Sarada already knew that there was more to the son of a bitch in front of her than he was letting on, but it must have been something on a scale that she couldn't comprehend. Surely just finding out his true identity, whatever that may have been, wasn't enough to render her sister unconscious or worse.

Sarada scowled as she interposed herself between Night and the fallen Saiyan behind her. "Oh yeah? And what would that be? Besides a master of the skin-flute, I mean?"

She looked around. There has to be a way I can get us both out of here. Even if she could, how was she supposed to get them back to U15 and back to the others? Her eyes eventually fell upon the flute in his hand. He needed it to talk to them... for some reason. She wondered if he needed it for everything, including snatching them away from Reshlan.

Only one way to find out, she resolved as she took a step toward.

[grampagen]

The storm lashed out, a spike of Hakai laced demonic energy that seeks to pin and destroy the Gotengo mid-flight and before the growing Genki could be completed.

While the Gotengo continued its course tunneling forward as it climbed towards the dark clouds swelling over the capital, Zaofan had stood exposed to the thick of the storm where he stood outside upon it, his hands to the sky, straining to maintain his focus as the lightning lashed and the winds tore at the white cape girdling his shoulders. Whatever warmth the White Cloak of the Reshlan court would have provided him was struck bare, and as they continued further into the darkness, only its weight affixed his mind from the mortal fear that rose in his chest; the dreadful feeling assuring the martial chef that he had remained alive, for the sound of his own breath had been drowned out by the intensity of the thunder.

Gotta keep it together...can't give up now! This thing would've killed us a thousand times over, we can't give it that chance!

Try as he might, Zaofan could not lie to himself, for the moment they set out on this journey to challenge the unknown, while he'd kept a brave face and would fight as hard as he could and then some, that was because he'd known...this was it. Sakin was breaking the universe apart and something, once it had become unsettled, would be forced to move...

....at any rate, having racing thoughts, that was better than being scared stiff!

It's only when a man's afraid that he can truly be brave. Remember the Trials of Illargi-

Then the bolt of Hakai burrowed itself in the starboard bow. The ship lurched, he felt his footing give, and Zaofan lost his stance; only when he'd veered off to the side to flight did he realize what he'd done.

"...the Spirit Bomb-! I-I," Zaofan stammered, watching the whisps traliing upwards from his hand, flying upwards into the darkness like mirror-grains taken by a cruel wind. "It's gone! I've lost it!"

Ochazuke, you sense that the storm is at least half pure evil.

On the bridge, Ochazuke lift his right hand carrying the Forger's Hammer, channeling the figments of True Magic crudely into a spike of energy that shot directly into the streak of Hakai to stave off the corrosion that gouged into the Gotengo. The front Starboard was lanced through, and he'd fought to keep the vessel aloft.

"Zao~" The onboard comms surged as the vessel slowed, its course stabilized.

"I'm here!...I'm...," came a crackling sigh, "Got cut off before I could finish forming it...but there's still a bit left! Take it!"

The aura of a white comet streaking to the side of the Gotengo, Zaofan lift his hand and planted it firmly upon the ship's hull. The remainder of the Genki charge, though much diminished, passed to Ochazuke.

"I can't do any more good up here..."

The moment the energy passed from chef to ship, Ochazuke seized upon the weight of the burden that his brother had carried since they made planetfall. The spirit...is not merely an agglutination of life, its worth weighted in mass. It is insubstantial, a culmination magnified by the conscious will...!

"...maybe, but you haven't yet reached your limit. Break off, Zao, and we'll see you on the ground soon enough."

Now as they flew closer to the heart of the storm, he could all but see the intention that, in turn, had animated it.

"Can you sense it, Yusha? It bears a maleficent tidings and an avaricious spirit," he said, "Let's break it in half."

[grampagen]

The storm loomed on the world below, overtaking the Reshlan capital in it's entirety. Nothing was visible, save the storm, and the demon.

And the slightest of openings, a tether between the storm and the demon.

The Gold of the Nevadians spear was enveloped entirely by the purifying white aura, almost blinding in its radiance. He held the spear like a javelin, preparing to launch it towards the world below.

He stood motionless for a moment, a statue his focus absolute.

Piercing Horn Purification!

With a shout of effort, the projectile was launched with enough force to slightly rock the ship as it hurtled towards the world below, a glimmering light streaking through the darkness.

There seemed to be no limit to the speed the weapon was able to muster, its velocity increasing with each passing moment, the air surrounding it turning a shade of red.

The Nevadians aim was true---as it always was--his purified spear on a path to thread the needle, piercing not only the weak point of the storm, but on target to skewer the beast taking shelter behind it.

Held would breathe easier the sooner it's existence was ended.

Between the putrid, rotting, demonic essence of the beast, and the absolutely malevolent presence of She Who Stalks, the spear may as well have been the light of judgement itself.

Two things happen:

The spike of Hakai sent towards the Gotengo weakens as a sharp cry rips across the planet, Held’s spear tearing through the storm and hitting…something. The second thing is that the storm shrinks further, erasing the regenerative link between the Amalgam Demon and the Storm, making it vulnerable again.

Serendipitously, the destructive energy weakened at that moment. All other presences were affixed to the combat on the ground, which could only mean it came from the Galloping.

"Well struck." came Ochazuke's voice over the communicators.

"I'd say it was luck, but I suppose that wouldn't be unusual for a Unicorn." Another voice, dry and gravelly carried itself upon a specific back channel. The number of people, Nevadian or otherwise, with access had been limited to a handful.

"When I got the alert, I thought we were in deep shit," Captain Ulysses said, "Turns out everyone'll believe it if they see it."

Right now, hundreds of satellite eyes watched over Reshlan, monitoring the hermit kingdom for the interests of Federation trading; and with the Gotengo's uplink, the broadcast relayed from the sky and through the Stargate transceivers, from this world to the multitudes linked together in this struggle.

"We're holding it down, and so's the network the Crane and the Cook pieced together. Give 'em hell, Admiral!"

The entire Universe was watching the M-Fighters turn back an act of god.

Willful spirits kindled by Hope. Ochazuke thought to himself. United in this instance...Heka will flow.

Genki Charge: ~4, Zaofan has passed it to Ochazuke!
Heka Flow: Expanded across the eyewitness of the Known Universe!
Pot au Feu: Interrupted mid-simmer!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Praxat uses her Bio-Electromagnokinesis to form an electrolysis field inside the noxious cloud. ( No time to analyze the chemical makeup of this cloud with a gas analyzer. I just have to act,) Praxat said.

It holds the cloud off, though barely.

The Amalgam Demon goes to kick you, but Jack jumps and kicks it instead, staggering the beast.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

So Parsley had managed to find what she was looking for, or something far more expansive. And what she found was so deep that it... broke her. Sarada already knew that there was more to the son of a bitch in front of her than he was letting on, but it must have been something on a scale that she couldn't comprehend. Surely just finding out his true identity, whatever that may have been, wasn't enough to render her sister unconscious or worse.

Sarada scowled as she interposed herself between Night and the fallen Saiyan behind her. "Oh yeah? And what would that be? Besides a master of the skin-flute, I mean?"

She looked around. There has to be a way I can get us both out of here. Even if she could, how was she supposed to get them back to U15 and back to the others? Her eyes eventually fell upon the flute in his hand. He needed it to talk to them... for some reason. She wondered if he needed it for everything, including snatching them away from Reshlan.

Only one way to find out, she resolved as she took a step toward.

He blurs suddenly, standing in front of her. He towers over her, his silent aura, and even Sarada’s blood pumping in her veins sounds thunderous.

‘Oh? Very well than. Have a try? Or shall we bargain at higher stakes due to your sister’s actions?’


He places his flute to her lips.

OT: Roll a D100 and tell me what you get, hoss, if Sarada blows it or not.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The storm thrums, than shrinks even further until a familiar form is all that is left.

She Who Stalks, her form pulsing with Hakai and demonic energy, stands tall and proud. Held’s Spear is lanced through her chest, and the goddess looks down at it. With contempt she pulls it out and looks at it with a raised brow.

“Angelic………how damned annoying.”

She channels a burst of Hakai and after several seconds of applying it through her hands, Held’s spear is disintegrated into nothingness.

Her spear wound does not close, however.

She looks up and Hakai begins to surround her entire body like a Ki aura.

“I’ll do it the old way than.”

She gestures and five needles of Hakai fly towards Zaofan.