The energy balls comprising Demon Spark rotated around the trapped Saiyan, the tether tying them together continuously getting shorter and shorter until there was nothing left but for them to collide. When they did, they exploded, further incapacitating the Saiyan.
With him dealt with, Avoca could focus on... the dozen other traitors that stepped up to bother her. "Great," she said dryly. This normally would have been an exciting challenge; but as dire as the situation was, she was less enthused than usual. Only compounding her sour mood and outlook was the fact that there was, apparently, no way to reason with these clowns. Not to say that Saiyans were easy to reason with normally; adding in brainwashing on the most fundamental level made it impossible.
Fine.
She beckoned them to come at her. When they got into range, the trap she subtly set sprang into action. The Threshing Floor, one letter away from being too fitting, was an autonomous defense that she developed while fighting Parsley and Sarada, often at the same time. Dozens of energy scythes erupted out of the ground and cut into the Saiyans while keeping them away from her.
While they were busy with the scythes, Avoca rose higher into the air and fired several pink-colored energy beams, aimed for vital organs.
He's that fast?!
Parsley barely had any time to react before Noomh was on top of her, swinging the massive blade in an attempt to take her head off. She managed to get her rapier blade up to block. The power behind the swing still knocked her back several feet, but she stayed upright.
She wasn't much of a swordsman. In fact, she barely put any training behind her rapier other than how to properly swing it and parry blows. Its main use was to supplement her ax with its enchantment; also, to offer some offensive and defensive abilities while her ax was preoccupied. Such as right then.
As they locked swords, Parsley summoned her fleeing ax back to her hand. She raised her hand so that the blade would take Noomh's head with it.
Lantro sighed to himself. Away team came with a full lineup, it seemed. With no one to meet them, it seemed only right that he finally make a move. Lantro cracked his neck a bit, before stretching his arms and legs to shake the rust out. So long in hiding, he'd been itching to get back in the game. Training alone in space with no opponents could only satisfy so much.
So off he was...to defend the Saiyans. Ironic almost...but these invaders, these Threshlings were no innocents themselves. But they'd get theirs. As always, justice would be served....on the court.
Lantro flew up to meet the arriving Knights before they could reach Nevanlinna and Auroc. "Finally, I arrive. A last-minute substitution..." the half-Saiyan claimed, pushing his sunglasses up against the bridge of his nose while pointing two fingers of his other, black gloved, hand at the approaching Knights. "...by a coach called Fate."
To say that Nevanlinna was pleased with herself at this moment would be an understatement. It had taken years of blood and toil, but the power she'd achieved was beyond anything she'd dreampt possible. Energy, pure energy coursed through her body, and she loved it. The princess felt like she could defeat anyone.
...and yet, those years had instilled in her a certain humility. She felt invincible, but she knew well that she was not the most powerful individual on this battlefield. Not by a long shot. Isht--Inanna--Parsley, Sarada--when she had been present--and, though she hated to admit it, Auroc all exceeded her. Likely some of the knights did, as well. Elated with her progress though she was, the princess knew that this was an uphill battle. The her from the beginning of the journey simply would have retreated...
But now, despite the odds, she pressed the attack, not letting the false god she was unleashing her fury upon a single peaceful moment to think or recoup his strength. Though considering his nature, the only thing (likely) inflicting any damage was her aura of fire...
...how troublesome.
Drawing her right fist back, she clenched it tightly...
Cloud of Earth
A hazy cloud sprang into existence around her, spread a short distance... and then compressed onto her drawn-back fist. With all the speed she could muster, she drove the fist at Auroc. It was her hope that, if this connected, this Cloud of Earth, uh... punch would petrify the false god. She had no delusions of being able to end this here and now, but it would force him to expend time and energy counteracting it, at least.
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Sweat formed on Inanna's brow, her efforts taxing both mind and body ... and still this Knight would not leave her alone. Unable to move her arms for fear of a premature dissipation or worse, detonation; and too far along to otherwise stop. The golden-eyed woman did the best thing she could ...
She stomped.
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Dash summons her spider armor, just in case, then makes her way deeper into the building. As she moves in, she uses her other senses to find her way around. Her hand carefully brushes along a wall as she focuses on sight and sound as best she can.
Having spent enough time in here, for one reason or another, she was familiar with the layout and knew where she needed to go.
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The varied history of the domed building filled her databases, giving her access to floor plans, wiring schematics, plumbing grids, and security system details, all of which could be rendered outdated in a short few hours if Jinzi grew inspired. What it didn't tell her was of any of the occupants within, leaving her to conclude that the headquarters of a worldwide organization and home to several of the higher-ups was just... empty. An indication alerted her of someone entering and her enhanced sight and database of the M Fighters identified this one was Dash. Shōchū had never properly introduced herself to Horse clanswoman and vice versa, but there were more important matters than the hierarchy of acquaintances.
Entering the building through the same open window, she glanced around, scanning the interior environment. Although keeping track of Dash's estimated location within the facility, Shōchū figured that they would cover more ground if they went on separate search routes.
Two things happen.
Auroc flies backwards, momentarily paralyzed.
The second thing is that in the spot where Sarada was swallowed, the illusion Auroc has created around her vanishes, revealing Sarada has been there the entire time. Still unconscious, still glowing with that faint barrier aura, but there nonetheless.
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