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

[grampagen]

Ocahzuke, Zaofan, in tandem you strike and in tandem you feel the ripple of the world shake and tremble as the few remaining shards wither and die deep within the planet. Oddly, you feel a strange resistance at first before the Genius Loci seems to welcome you, open its arms in hunting the shards down and eliminating them. Once done, however, you feel that welcome ness retreat and an odd presence fills the air instead.

High above, the strange floating woman near Efrideet and Genesis smiles and slowly starts descending down.

The skills passed down to them from the forgotten lineage of the Bear Clan were brought to a height that had until then been unrealized. Ochazuke had felt the reserves of Sakin's wish within the planey, and Zaofan's ki-embued staff plucked upon the web they had woven.

A multitude of techniques...

With their paired maneuver, the issue of energies seemed to strike upon something that had been previously inanimate in this world. A dead structure, upon which the apparatuses for domineering all life had been built from the bones of Guardians throughout the ages, was little more alive than its master had been. Yet through the chaos of upended reality, the disorder sown by slavish wishes, the voice carried through the Cosmic Leyline reached them, and with it the silence of the ancient grove.

...realized from a single principle!

To find stillness housed within a cacophany of madness filled with manifest untruths, they first had to listen. So they had when they'd broken the last abbherant shard, yet it seemed as if something else had wanted this to happen.

"...what is that?"

At the same time Sakin threatened to complete his metamorphic fusion, another entity had been pulled through the rift torn open by Efrideet.

"Cheh. I could not care less. However, if it is yet another spawn of Sakin's shadow, if it chooses to stand inside of this tide of insanity that tears away at our universe, the fell reality will not avail them."

The Oni That Was seemed to draw its attention, along with Genersis, a triad of improbable beings whose powers perhaps trespassed into the sphere of the gods and angels.

For as far as their group had come, it was clear to the Scions of Zxu'ro that first they needed to prepare.

Ochazuke balanced the Forger's Hammer at extension, balanced, precise, turning with the smith's tool as if it were the handle of a broken sword. Nearby, Zaofan's staff drafted lines in the earth and traced billowing dust.

Slowly, ki began to well between them upon each synchronized step, moving as if mirror images as they began to gather the last of their power...

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The skills passed down to them from the forgotten lineage of the Bear Clan were brought to a height that had until then been unrealized. Ochazuke had felt the reserves of Sakin's wish within the planey, and Zaofan's ki-embued staff plucked upon the web they had woven.

A multitude of techniques...

With their paired maneuver, the issue of energies seemed to strike upon something that had been previously inanimate in this world. A dead structure, upon which the apparatuses for domineering all life had been built from the bones of Guardians throughout the ages, was little more alive than its master had been. Yet through the chaos of upended reality, the disorder sown by slavish wishes, the voice carried through the Cosmic Leyline reached them, and with it the silence of the ancient grove.

...realized from a single principle!

To find stillness housed within a cacophany of madness filled with manifest untruths, they first had to listen. So they had when they'd broken the last abbherant shard, yet it seemed as if something else had wanted this to happen.

"...what is that?"

At the same time Sakin threatened to complete his metamorphic fusion, another entity had been pulled through the rift torn open by Efrideet.

"Cheh. I could not care less. However, if it is yet another spawn of Sakin's shadow, if it chooses to stand inside of this tide of insanity that tears away at our universe, the fell reality will not avail them."

The Oni That Was seemed to draw its attention, along with Genersis, a triad of improbable beings whose powers perhaps trespassed into the sphere of the gods and angels.

For as far as their group had come, it was clear to the Scions of Zxu'ro that first they needed to prepare.

Ochazuke balanced the Forger's Hammer at extension, balanced, precise, turning with the smith's tool as if it were the handle of a broken sword. Nearby, Zaofan's staff drafted lines in the earth and traced billowing dust.

Slowly, ki began to well between them upon each synchronized step, moving as if mirror images as they began to gather the last of their power...

The female figure splits in two, one floating back towards Efrideet and the other descending down to land near Ochazuke and Zaofan.

Up close, the energy she gives off is so very similar to the Foresworn World that Ocahzuke understands now that she is the avatar, the embodiment, the Genius Loci of the planet given form. Where she lands the planet shifts under her, small rocks and vines wrapping around and moving about her feet.

“Hello humans.”

[bruceleegreyhulk]

While doing nonstop rapid attacks with her tail and ki blasts, manipulating a poison and infusion the stringer of her tail with it. Praxat aims for the gap in the cocoon.

[grampagen]

The female figure splits in two, one floating back towards Efrideet and the other descending down to land near Ochazuke and Zaofan.

Up close, the energy she gives off is so very similar to the Foresworn World that Ocahzuke understands now that she is the avatar, the embodiment, the Genius Loci of the planet given form. Where she lands the planet shifts under her, small rocks and vines wrapping around and moving about her feet.

“Hello humans.”

At the moment the embodiment appeared, the two nomentarily ceased, motions stilled in mirror images, eyes always ahead.

When they saw life cluster beneath her, heard her brief address, a part of the difference they found was in the nature of her presence. Yet this remained, for all they knew, Sakin's world, and though they had broken his staff of office, a large part of him remained upon his seat of power.

"...I have some idea of what you are," Ochazuke started, "This world had been bereft of an innate presence. Whether Apparatuses culled from Creation Energy, or the spells crafted from True Magic, nothing upon this planet could be called truly alive. I'd thought it completely bereft of leylines, until you made yourself known."

Zaofan remained silent, but stood resolutely on guard. The Heka Bridge is nearly completed...

"If you know who we are, then you know why we are here," Ochazuke continued, "and we will not be fodder for gods."

[Miburo]

Dash nods and charges toward the cocoon and everyone else, whinnying for Praxat to follow.

The Saiyans leap forward to aid Erosa in holding the gap open, realizing that Held stood the best chance at this.

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Held, there are no defenders and no distractions (save Charco tossing another spear towards you). Erosa, and now the Saiyans, struggle to keep the gap open.

The time to strike is now.

OOC: Apologies if I made any errors. DISTRACTED, but I couldn't leave the people hanging.

IC:

As Held caught the spear thrown from Charco, he almost paused for a moment, tempted to analyze it. It was not every day he came upon a warped version of his weapon wielded by his shadow self.

But, that moment would come later.


The Being was—if only for a moment—entirely undefended, the Nevadians compatriots creating an Achilles heel where non-existed previously. Not only that, so threatening were their efforts, that they demanded the entirety of its attention, allowing Held to fully exploit this opening.

Using his free hand, the Nevadian slapped the bracer that had adorned his arm for countless years, from the time that he had pilfered the device from Willia of the Red Raiders. It was a silent, steadfast companion, perceived as nothing more than mere defensive tool. It was a rare individual who could perceive the way in which the bracer was an expression of Helds own power and unknown warriors who had worn it before him.

Slowly, yet surely it accumulated power as it syphoned some of the Nevadian’s off, making it into its own.

Every breath, every battle, every ascension to newer heights of power Held achieved, the bracer eventually met—if not exceeded. On the one hand, Held always felt relief about having such an absolute trump card hidden so close to his chest. On the other, he felt quite concerned about anything that would require him to use it.

The muscles of his right arm expanded to gargantuan proportions as the energy stockpiled within the bracer poured into his body, the white light surrounding his hand shining with the strength of a miniature sun.

The sudden burst of energy was not something the Nevadian’s body was properly prepared for, the pain jolting his senses, as he focused his mind. His arm began to shrink down to normal proportions he contained and the power, refining and concentrating it to a singular point of impact. The energy diffused further into a narrow cone of energy protruding from his center knuckle.

Yards turned into feet, into inches in the blink of an eye as Crazy Horn galloped at full trot, closing the space between majestic beast and divine abomination until only the slightest distance remained between them.

The Nevadian extended his fist outwards towards the Being as his fist began to collide with the essence of his enemy. The singular point of the cone acted as a bard, a needle, penetrating into whatever it touched. This was to prepare for the true nature of the attack. Almost instantly, the cone began to extend outward and expand in a violent explosion of energy as it pierced, and ripped and stretched all in its path, before suddenly imploding inwards, sucking the victim into its destructive nexus.

Well, that was what would happen normally. With the immense power of the bracer loosed in unison, it was difficult for Held to anticipate the exact results.


This was the epitome of the Unicorn Arts, the highest skill passed down his line for generations, inspired from a very specific tale.
Held could only imagine the satisfaction Crazy Horn felt as the attack was used for its intended purpose—or close enough to it for that matter.

Unicorn Gores The Dragon!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

At the moment the embodiment appeared, the two nomentarily ceased, motions stilled in mirror images, eyes always ahead.

When they saw life cluster beneath her, heard her brief address, a part of the difference they found was in the nature of her presence. Yet this remained, for all they knew, Sakin's world, and though they had broken his staff of office, a large part of him remained upon his seat of power.

"...I have some idea of what you are," Ochazuke started, "This world had been bereft of an innate presence. Whether Apparatuses culled from Creation Energy, or the spells crafted from True Magic, nothing upon this planet could be called truly alive. I'd thought it completely bereft of leylines, until you made yourself known."

Zaofan remained silent, but stood resolutely on guard. The Heka Bridge is nearly completed...

"If you know who we are, then you know why we are here," Ochazuke continued, "and we will not be fodder for gods."

“I am no god, and all are fodder for nature eventually.”

Her hand raises and leylanic vines, made of pure leyline energy, erupt from the ground and hang before her.

“I thank you for helping me remove the tainted Shards dwelling within me. However, my fath……..”

She stops and turns, eyes wide as Held strikes. Her vines lash out toward the Nevadian at incredible speeds, but it is too late.

The unicorn had struck.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: Apologies if I made any errors. DISTRACTED, but I couldn't leave the people hanging.

IC:

As Held caught the spear thrown from Charco, he almost paused for a moment, tempted to analyze it. It was not every day he came upon a warped version of his weapon wielded by his shadow self.

But, that moment would come later.


The Being was—if only for a moment—entirely undefended, the Nevadians compatriots creating an Achilles heel where non-existed previously. Not only that, so threatening were their efforts, that they demanded the entirety of its attention, allowing Held to fully exploit this opening.

Using his free hand, the Nevadian slapped the bracer that had adorned his arm for countless years, from the time that he had pilfered the device from Willia of the Red Raiders. It was a silent, steadfast companion, perceived as nothing more than mere defensive tool. It was a rare individual who could perceive the way in which the bracer was an expression of Helds own power and unknown warriors who had worn it before him.

Slowly, yet surely it accumulated power as it syphoned some of the Nevadian’s off, making it into its own.

Every breath, every battle, every ascension to newer heights of power Held achieved, the bracer eventually met—if not exceeded. On the one hand, Held always felt relief about having such an absolute trump card hidden so close to his chest. On the other, he felt quite concerned about anything that would require him to use it.

The muscles of his right arm expanded to gargantuan proportions as the energy stockpiled within the bracer poured into his body, the white light surrounding his hand shining with the strength of a miniature sun.

The sudden burst of energy was not something the Nevadian’s body was properly prepared for, the pain jolting his senses, as he focused his mind. His arm began to shrink down to normal proportions he contained and the power, refining and concentrating it to a singular point of impact. The energy diffused further into a narrow cone of energy protruding from his center knuckle.

Yards turned into feet, into inches in the blink of an eye as Crazy Horn galloped at full trot, closing the space between majestic beast and divine abomination until only the slightest distance remained between them.

The Nevadian extended his fist outwards towards the Being as his fist began to collide with the essence of his enemy. The singular point of the cone acted as a bard, a needle, penetrating into whatever it touched. This was to prepare for the true nature of the attack. Almost instantly, the cone began to extend outward and expand in a violent explosion of energy as it pierced, and ripped and stretched all in its path, before suddenly imploding inwards, sucking the victim into its destructive nexus.

Well, that was what would happen normally. With the immense power of the bracer loosed in unison, it was difficult for Held to anticipate the exact results.


This was the epitome of the Unicorn Arts, the highest skill passed down his line for generations, inspired from a very specific tale.
Held could only imagine the satisfaction Crazy Horn felt as the attack was used for its intended purpose—or close enough to it for that matter.

Unicorn Gores The Dragon!

The opening is there, and the Unicorn strikes.

A punch, an explosion and implosion of power. A shockwave that rattles an entire planet, outward to any ships in range. A strike felt literally by all in their bodies and souls as the impact rips, shreds, then minces. The fused beast, the God of Reality, expands then contracts. Expands, contracts, breaks apart and merges again and again and again. Within the cocoon, where reality was warping him to be the pinnacle, Held has interrupted and destroyed the proceeds and further unfettered the reality power inside.

Day and night switch, colors disappear and reappear all over the world. What the shards altered unaltered (bodies and appearances) back to normal as the entire planet shudders and shakes. Energies untold with no names and no place in this world crackle and arc off the mutating and shrinking beast, the explosion and implosion of energy contained within the cocoon but felt regardless by all.

Held, Crazy Horn, Erosa, and all those holding the cocoon open have a front row seat to an apocalypse within the cocoon. Sights and sounds, powers and energies untold are seen and heard within as the power Held has imparted tears and rends and alters.

In the end, the cocoon rips apart and disappears, the M-Fighters blown backwards when it collapses. The God of Reality no more. Instead, an injured Grinthorn lay bleeding on the ground, unconscious, and missing the earring Sakin has forced upon him.

As for Sakin………..


Leylanic vines that once were aimed towards Held alter course and wrap gently around a wounded Sakin. The Angel stands, poorly, and accepts the help from the Genius Loci. The vines pump energy into him, stabilizing him as the mysterious woman teleports from beside Ochazuke and Zaofan to Sakin’s aide instead.

“Easy father, I have you.”

[Yun Lao]

For a moment, it was as if existence had a seizure. Colors changed rabidly, assaulting the senses with confusing synesthesia. Whatever Held had done, he might have done a bit too well. The discomfort would ease as reality reshuffled itself and regained composure, and the being once cocooned separated back into its dual parts.

"Of course he would have a child," He muttered to himself, under his breath.

"Allow me to guess," He said aloud to their newest guest slowly making his approach, "Whatever these shards were that tainted you, they also corrupted your "father", yes?"

If true, this would be just another layer upon the conspiracy that had been plaguing this universe since its exile.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

For a moment, it was as if existence had a seizure. Colors changed rabidly, assaulting the senses with confusing synesthesia. Whatever Held had done, he might have done a bit too well. The discomfort would ease as reality reshuffled itself and regained composure, and the being once cocooned separated back into its dual parts.

"Of course he would have a child," He muttered to himself, under his breath.

"Allow me to guess," He said aloud to their newest guest slowly making his approach, "Whatever these shards were that tainted you, they also corrupted your "father", yes?"

If true, this would be just another layer upon the conspiracy that had been plaguing this universe since its exile.

“No. They were tainted because reality was shattered, their nature inherently broken and unstable. That kind of power is reckless, and foolish to use.”

Sakin grimaces at the slightly scolding tone, then eyes Charco.

“My actions are my own, boy. Mine and mine alone.”

He stands a bit straighter, leyline energy healing and helping stabilize him. His missing eye slowly regrows as he looks at the M-Fighters, gauging their stances and reactions.

“I guess the time has come.”

He looks at Charco again, then holds his remaining arm up, palm out, and shrugs.

“I surrender. You’ve won.”

[bruceleegreyhulk]

The opening is there, and the Unicorn strikes.

A punch, an explosion and implosion of power. A shockwave that rattles an entire planet, outward to any ships in range. A strike felt literally by all in their bodies and souls as the impact rips, shreds, then minces. The fused beast, the God of Reality, expands then contracts. Expands, contracts, breaks apart and merges again and again and again. Within the cocoon, where reality was warping him to be the pinnacle, Held has interrupted and destroyed the proceeds and further unfettered the reality power inside.

Day and night switch, colors disappear and reappear all over the world. What the shards altered unaltered (bodies and appearances) back to normal as the entire planet shudders and shakes. Energies untold with no names and no place in this world crackle and arc off the mutating and shrinking beast, the explosion and implosion of energy contained within the cocoon but felt regardless by all.

Held, Crazy Horn, Erosa, and all those holding the cocoon open have a front row seat to an apocalypse within the cocoon. Sights and sounds, powers and energies untold are seen and heard within as the power Held has imparted tears and rends and alters.

In the end, the cocoon rips apart and disappears, the M-Fighters blown backwards when it collapses. The God of Reality no more. Instead, an injured Grinthorn lay bleeding on the ground, unconscious, and missing the earring Sakin has forced upon him.

As for Sakin………..


Leylanic vines that once were aimed towards Held alter course and wrap gently around a wounded Sakin. The Angel stands, poorly, and accepts the help from the Genius Loci. The vines pump energy into him, stabilizing him as the mysterious woman teleports from beside Ochazuke and Zaofan to Sakin’s aide instead.

“Easy father, I have you.”

Praxat slowly gets up and looks at her hands, waiting for something to happen. ( It's over, right, so I should change back to my actual body, right?) Praxat thought.

[Yun Lao]

“No. They were tainted because reality was shattered, their nature inherently broken and unstable. That kind of power is reckless, and foolish to use.”

Sakin grimaces at the slightly scolding tone, then eyes Charco.

“My actions are my own, boy. Mine and mine alone.”

He stands a bit straighter, leyline energy healing and helping stabilize him. His missing eye slowly regrows as he looks at the M-Fighters, gauging their stances and reactions.

“I guess the time has come.”

He looks at Charco again, then holds his remaining arm up, palm out, and shrugs.

“I surrender. You’ve won.”

"Ah, good... the last thing I needed was some ethical dilemma."

Like a cobra's strike, his saurian hand seized the angel by his throat.

"Don't take this too personal; this is probably our first time interacting with each other, after all. Just a small favor to one of your own."

Energy gathered into his free hand, no doubt seeking to deliver the coup de grace.

[grampagen]

“I am no god, and all are fodder for nature eventually.”

Her hand raises and leylanic vines, made of pure leyline energy, erupt from the ground and hang before her.

“I thank you for helping me remove the tainted Shards dwelling within me. However, my fath……..”

She stops and turns, eyes wide as Held strikes. Her vines lash out toward the Nevadian at incredible speeds, but it is too late.

The unicorn had struck.

The presence of this world, it seemed, was as dramatic as she was cryptic; neither of which qualities Ochazuke had the patience for at this stage with the entire universe at stake.

"Tainted or otherwise, the Shards were manifest from Sakin's will, to bend nature to his dominion. He cannot be allowed to persist," he said.

Upon deaf ears and towards blind eyes, it seemed, for the cardinal direction for this denizen of the world had been aligned the moment Efrideet had first plucked her from the ether on a whim.

The opening is there, and the Unicorn strikes.

A punch, an explosion and implosion of power. A shockwave that rattles an entire planet, outward to any ships in range. A strike felt literally by all in their bodies and souls as the impact rips, shreds, then minces. The fused beast, the God of Reality, expands then contracts. Expands, contracts, breaks apart and merges again and again and again. Within the cocoon, where reality was warping him to be the pinnacle, Held has interrupted and destroyed the proceeds and further unfettered the reality power inside.

Day and night switch, colors disappear and reappear all over the world. What the shards altered unaltered (bodies and appearances) back to normal as the entire planet shudders and shakes. Energies untold with no names and no place in this world crackle and arc off the mutating and shrinking beast, the explosion and implosion of energy contained within the cocoon but felt regardless by all.

Held, Crazy Horn, Erosa, and all those holding the cocoon open have a front row seat to an apocalypse within the cocoon. Sights and sounds, powers and energies untold are seen and heard within as the power Held has imparted tears and rends and alters.

In the end, the cocoon rips apart and disappears, the M-Fighters blown backwards when it collapses. The God of Reality no more. Instead, an injured Grinthorn lay bleeding on the ground, unconscious, and missing the earring Sakin has forced upon him.

As for Sakin………..


Leylanic vines that once were aimed towards Held alter course and wrap gently around a wounded Sakin. The Angel stands, poorly, and accepts the help from the Genius Loci. The vines pump energy into him, stabilizing him as the mysterious woman teleports from beside Ochazuke and Zaofan to Sakin’s aide instead.

“Easy father, I have you.”

At this distance, her words did not reach them, but her actions spoke to her intention far louder. Where Held had split the Fusion, the living presence of this world drew itself to Sakin. The broken Angel, now cradled in root and vine, uplifted by this spirit.

"...I'm drawing the line here," Zaofan said, slowly pacing forward. Erosa had held the crack in the chrysalis open. Her intervention, in turn, had been carried forward by Etrina, who'd sought to avert their doom.

She'd said it herself, that despite the many angled paths, the one she chose would be the one where they would earn their finite happiness a chance to happen. The magical essence she'd imparted to his katchin staff illuminated it now for him, and where he'd had the faintest doubt before, the Genius Loci feeding the energies of this world into Sakin embolded him with utmost certaintly now.

"...right here! No further!"

Wordlessly, Ochazuke followed. As before, the pace had been exacting, the strides in sync. The Heka Bridge that had formed the Martial Brothers had carried their faith in one another now, the Kensho developed in their training working with a mastery of observation and reaction in the subtlest movements as if one were an extension of the other.

It began long ago with an auspicious dream. Before the Celestial Ones fell from the skies, a man sought to affirm meaning to his place on Earth. All the knowledge of the Ten Schools had been wrought from Two Hands.

Beyond rote sequence or mimesis of kata, this was not a static image formed from shadows, but idealism, fully realized.

Ochazuke and Zaofan struck the stance in parallel. The aura flared, the instance froze. The Heka Flow that radiated across the universe and all of its peoples, and the comrades gathered here the Will of the Living Universe; upon the Cosmic Leylines, the last whisps of fighting spirit gathered through whisps of Genki flowed through them as well.

Forged through the trials of this existence and beyond, each of them on their own might have been a worthy match for the Master of Masters. Now, together, they would surpass him. The Essence of the True Chimera realized in a small, Single Movement: A Fusion beyond the Gattai Doctrine.

黒衣の武士:浅漬け
(Warrior in Black: Asazuke)

"You who would dismiss all below your station would change it on a whim. Can you endure the truth of this universe?"

Forger's Hammer in one hand, Bojack within the other. One craft from the substance of wishes, the other carrying within it a dream.

"Even as you succor from your first creation, there can be no justice meted out while you remain."

Carrying Etrina's blessing, with a single clash together it was done. Less a grave maul and more a strangely adorned staff, Brahmastradanda The Universal Weapon, carried within it the united soul of the entirety of Universe 15 which had resoundly rejected its would be master.

"Listen well. Perhaps now you might understand the mortal desire to live."

With a single strike, Asazuke struck the surface of the planet. With the steadfast united intent of those that believed, his first act was to reforge the Forsworn World, purged of its curse in a bid to restore those distorted by Sakin's power to normal.

[Yun Lao]

The end would not come from a triumphic blast of energy, erasing all into nothing as if it had never happened. Grasping the energy, the ki seemed to be absorbed to his hand and limb as he reared back with fist clenched. For a moment, he recalled Battersea and how one punch had cracked the man's armor of confidence. His aura spilled from his physical frame, invisible save for the shimmers in the air and the iridescent tips that licked around about him. Golden light once more wisped from his left eye as he released ever limiter he had; he would not be holding back.

"Tyrant's Fist: Asura Strike"

His fist unfurled and his hand flattened like that of a spearpoint before it drove itself towards the angel's chest. The action was so quick that a ghostly afterimage of his readying limb remained in golden energy. If the physical strike was the chisel, the rubberbanding force of the afterimage following its origin would that of the hammer that would end this story.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Asazuke, your blow reverberates like a bell toll and the ripple effect expands upon what Held already started.

Praxat, Dash, your bodies morph back into their proper form. Zaofan, your aura reverts to its familiar red. The Coldlight changes back from tank to ship. All over where the God of Reality had ravaged the world, Azazuke’s bell roll blow rights it. Even the world itself shifts, and where Efrideet had laid her power down and show real nature and real color and plant life, it explodes out and expands even further.


Where once the Foresworn World had been an artificial make, made by Sakin to be an emulation of a real world, it now thrummed with the resonance of a real, living, world.


The Genius Loci avatar near Sakin shudders and steps backwards subconsciously, tendrils going limper as energy rushes through her. The one floating by Efrideet and Genesis also seems to shudder and reel backwards mid-air.

As for Sakin, in Charco’s grip the Fallen Angel chokes out, arm raised to press against Charco’s grip.

“I….renounce…..it…brother…,…..Lord…Z….”

Before he can finish, Charco strikes true. The blow penetrates, then jack hammers through his chest and out his back, pulverizing the heart and spine in one move while spraying his blood across the Genius Loco’s face. The Angel gasps, still held aloft, and slowly dies upon Charco’s arm. The body slowly disintegrates, the energy from Sakin, the leylanic that had been sustaining him, slowly floats back to the stunned Avatar now staring at Charco.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Asazuke, your blow reverberates like a bell toll and the ripple effect expands upon what Held already started.

Praxat, Dash, your bodies morph back into their proper form. Zaofan, your aura reverts to its familiar red. The Coldlight changes back from tank to ship. All over where the God of Reality had ravaged the world, Azazuke’s bell roll blow rights it. Even the world itself shifts, and where Efrideet had laid her power down and show real nature and real color and plant life, it explodes out and expands even further.


Where once the Foresworn World had been an artificial make, made by Sakin to be an emulation of a real world, it now thrummed with the resonance of a real, living, world.


The Genius Loci avatar near Sakin shudders and steps backwards subconsciously, tendrils going limper as energy rushes through her. The one floating by Efrideet and Genesis also seems to shudder and reel backwards mid-air.

As for Sakin, in Charco’s grip the Fallen Angel chokes out, arm raised to press against Charco’s grip.

“I….renounce…..it…brother…,…..Lord…Z….”

Before he can finish, Charco strikes true. The blow penetrates, then jack hammers through his chest and out his back, pulverizing the heart and spine in one move while spraying his blood across the Genius Loco’s face. The Angel gasps, still held aloft, and slowly dies upon Charco’s arm. The body slowly disintegrates, the energy from Sakin, the leylanic that had been sustaining him, slowly floats back to the stunned Avatar now staring at Charco.

Praxat feels for her blindfold, grabs it, and puts it over her eyes to cover them, then lets her electroreception do its work, and then quickly shifts in and out of her physical form, and electromagnetic energy form in rapid succession( Yeah, this definitely feels right) Praxat thought. After being glad to have her body back to normal, Praxat goes over to Dash and hugs her.

( With this over I can focus on my main goal. Reaching the pinnacle of my Bio-Electromagnokinesis. My second goal is to uncover the mysteries of Amperior) Praxat thought.