As the weapon returned to Held's hand, Zaofan let out a sharp whistle.
"Nice richochet!" He shivered, before taking control of his faculties with a sharp snap of his fingers and a smile. "Then again, I guess with those eyes there are no real blind angles, yeah?" Didn't even see those coming, are they coming out of the walls?
Turning his attention to the hallway leading toward the Coldlight, Zaofan's eyes widened as the question was answered for him. Tens upon tens of the hollow white giants continued to press through the frames that made up the Doctor's Facility as if it were alive. Droves of these faceless legions emerged almost reflexively, as if searching to consume an infection.
The Martial Chef's eyes narrowed. Long passage, with sharp corners... His finger still extended from his snap, he held the right angle before him - a makeshift viewfinder - as he took account of the room around him. ...fallen overhangs, ruptured floor...superficial damage, but it is katchin, after all... Suddenly, his smile fell, and his eyes began to glow.
"We have some stragglers. I can still sense their ki, what's say we clear them a safe path?" Concentrated red light began to fill his gaze; curiously, Zaofan opted to swivel his head away from the charging mass, upward toward the wall, "Say, you got another throw in you?"
Blizzar could sense it...all sorts of valuables were being pilfered and he was doing none of the pilfering! Fortunately, this was huge asteroid-base. He didn't have much time, but a quick sweep of the facility should yield perhaps an office of sorts for the late Doctor. Certainly she had more than a lab to craft her devious schemes with?
Perhaps complete with a library of files that could prove somewhat useful in the future, near or far?
"Erm, you're welcome."
When they arrived to the Coldlight, it was surrounded by utter chaos. Creatures -- golems from Sarada's inspection -- were literally coming out of the walls to replace their fallen comrades in defense of the base. They fell as quickly as they arrived, a single blow to a particular spot on their foreheads being all the effort needed. Parsley frowned and bent down to dab her finger into the puddle that one was reduced to after being destroyed.
She examined it with Observational Focus to determine its origins, composition, and whether it could be replicated through other means.
When Ishtar asked if they should borrow some, she couldn't imagine why or what use they could be. Perhaps as cannon fodder; but there were better means of ensuring that. "These are perhaps tainted by the First Race. If we can replicate our own, then those can serve the same purpose."
"That is indeed what I am after. Remind me to tell you why, once we are away from prying eyes, and ears." Ishtar replied, simply. "Though I am interested in exploring this 'taint' as well. How many millions ... billions of years have these waited ? How many silent years without their makers to guide them. Yet still, they rise to their defense as if nary a day has gone by." It was certainly curious, considering the trillions she had watched attempt to replicate the same over her 100,000 years; only to watch them fail and die.
To say nothing of their seeming strength, for even as the Oni watched with calculating golden-eyes she saw a four-armed variety of Golem holding its own against two: Sasheem, and ... something that held a flicker of Ki that was once ...
"Charco ? ... Is that what the boy spoke of, Parsley ?" Ishtar asked of Parsley. "Is that what Sarada was upset over ?"
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
"Yes..." She began, hesitating, and Eva could see the worry creeping across her features. Clearly this had not been the first time she had been asked this question and by her reaction, she was expecting a negative response upon saying it, "He was my cousin... which is why I am the only surviving human in my timeline."
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Firing a quick shot to the side of that blade, Rex would divert it enough off course to easily avoid it.
"You stand before the Strongest and all you can offer me is a sword? I'm insulted."
From his right index, middle, and thumb, the saurian fired a trio of grey-hue ki beams into the golem's center mass, seeking to skewer it.
Parsley was more concerned about why they would activate now after Midori had been killed. That, along with the self-destruct sequence being activated remotely, made her believe that they were about to have their first encounter with these ancient war mongers soon. When? She wasn't sure, but it was going to happen, eventually.
As far as Rex went, a simple, "Yes," was all Parsley said in reply.
"Hmm?"
The Nevadian turned his senses to the area Zaofan was focused on, picking up the exponentially increasing signatures in a moment, hidden within the darkness of the corridor. The Chef seemed poised to attack them, before suddenly addressing Held.
Held starred at his friend for a moment, confused. He still seemed poised to attack, but the angle---
Belatedly, understanding dawned upon the Nevadian as he mad sense of Zaofan's ambition.
"I think if my arm was split from my body, it'd be doing spear throws for a month through rigor mortis alone..." Held replied with a smirk, ki gently flowing into the body of the spear.
"I think I'll manage a bit longer..."
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Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Black Knight of SO
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Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
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The pale white golems all suddenly retreat into the walls. Instead, coming from the walls are the larger four-armed golems without the forehead weakness. One is currently floating in space with Sasheem and another is fighting Rex.
Ten more emerge in the docking bay as Jinzi's voice comms to them all.
“Let’s go folks! Time’s a ticking!”
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