Simon_Jester said:
Mitsuba'd had hopes for the Makankosappo, if not so much for the barrage from the Hellzone Grenade- but in the moment the whiteout of Broly's ki is too much to tell if even that got through. She begins wrapping a spiral drill of energy around her right fist- suited to pierce a strong defense and blast the foe behind it, if Broly stays focused on Cynthia or stays hunkered behind its barrier, or to be released suddenly as a quick shot if Broly rushes her.
Her most distinctive attack. The one she invented independently, whatever certain team leaders may say, and is quite proud of, even if certain historians tell her it isn't a real attack.
Mitsuba readies her version of the Nail Gun.
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Aranfan said:
Cynthia gives ground as she tightens up her defense. Focusing more on giving Mitsuba openings than in landing decisive blows herself.
Well, it's not like Cynthia or Mitsuba could land many blows, as they were too busy dealing with all the energy beams being fired at them. For now, they just had to focus on dodging the blasts, that swerved and twisted and attempted to hit...
But Mitsuba, even under all that condition, was able to prepare her Nail Gun. All she needed was to get close and it would be certain!
PoptartProdigy said:
Mato wrenches himself out of the wall, stepping forward. "Not your power, that. Carrying a rider, Turles?" He sneers. "Pathetic."
To Richard, he sends, 'Got anything more than that?'
'
Yeah, I have something, but it takes a bit to build it up to usable levels', Richard sent back. '
Try and get Turles to release a lot of energy outwards - However you do it, get everything shaken up and energized, it'll help me power up faster.'
"Heh. Still as judgemental as ever, aren't you? Glad to see some things never change," Turles replied
, stepping out as darkness began to trail off of his limbs.
KnightDisciple said:
Bassoon drew the energy for his Nail Gun back into himself, his eyes wide. He moves next to Chryostis and speaks quietly (comparatively, in such a loud battlefield).
"It's an entity of pure evil, literally. I don't recall the exact origins, but the Janemba spirit can possess a host and give them incredible power and several esoteric abilities. As I understand it, when Janemba possessed a minor Ogre Guard from Hell, with no power to speak of, it was a force that pushed the legendary Goku and Vegeta to their limits, including both the 3rd Super Saiyan form, and the use of Fusion Dance. The main thing to watch for is teleportation; legend says he could create portals, but had other magical abilities as well."
Bassoon glanced at the ground, then at Janemba-Cooler.
"I could try making an anti-magic field but I don't think we have the time."
He clasps each pair of hands together into a meditative form, his eyes closing and breath slowing.
"I'm about to use something I've never performed in true combat before. Should be interesting.
His eyes snapped open, and were glowing with an odd off-white power. While his actual Power Level didn't seem to have gone up, something was different about Bassoon.
"Back me up from range. Accelerate."
Before Chrystosis could object, Bassoon moved toward the enhanced Cooler with three times his previous speed, boosted by magic, and by something else; his ally-frienemy could guess it might be Psychic in nature? Either way, within moments, Bassoon was directly next to Cooler. His face was impassive, almost serene. Two of his hands moved in a blur, their impacts enhanced with his telekinesis such that they should hurt more than his raw power might suggest. These were a distraction.
His upper left hand drew back, flattening as the nails were coated in tiny blades of Ki that extended their reach. For a few moments, that arm held.
His right arm simply reached out to
touch Cooler on the shoulder....at which point Bassoon poured as much psychic strength into extending his Quirk,
Impulse, over Cooler, seeking to slow him as much as possible. Bassoon had no illusions he could stop the enhanced Arcosian cold, but certainly he could do
something.
The Psychic power washed over Cooler, and as he struck back at Bassoon, his limbs began to slow to visible halfway through the blow, allowing you to twist out of the way as Cryostis's Death Beams slammed into Cooler!
They didn't do
much admittedly, but he was taking visible damage from them despite going full Janemba.
Lilli comes to a stop, whirling all around to try and find her opponent. But, if she can't find him, then clearly...
There is only one thing to do.
Drawing back her hands, the girl focuses her power before firing off a Galick gun towards the glowing point.
A large amount of the monsters found themselves suddenly being obliterated by your Galick Gun, but their presence was enough to waste the blast's energy into nothing, making it overall a waste of energy.
...Which was unfortunate, as a wave of those threads from earlier whipped up at you from below right then-!
Her energy humming in time with the words, as the chant was finalized Bonny took a second to take a very deep breath. The last thing she had wanted to do was get this wrong after all, before speaking three final syllables, a fragment of a language dead in most timelines. Raising her hand as the spell reached completion, the symbols burned with molten fire before slamming together in a mass that shone like a forgotten rainbow as it solidified into a sword.
"First Stage release approved, Divine Armament."
Transforming as she grabbed the sword, the energy of her super saiyan transformation began to change almost. Rather then fading away however, it was encased in a second aura, one with the slightest green hint. Not the green that once twisted her, but the simpler energies of her sage mode concentrated more around the sword itself. While a finely crafted weapon, it wasn't actually a divine armament despite her words, something that Taka would no doubt notice very quickly considering he had an actual divine blade. With almost a deliberate gesture, Bonny rose her weapon causing the green and gold aura to caress the battlefield for miles around.
Disappearing with a burst similar to shattered glass, she reappeared above the beasts head, attempting to pierce half its vital organs with a single sage effused thrust.
Taka decides in this moment discretion is the better part of valor, and does his level best to withdraw as Bonny arrives.
The novel techniques of his teammate and the mysteries of the foe meeting is something that should be observed from a distance, ready to provide fire support if the opportunity presents or charge in if things turn against his ally.
The sword struck - and pierced true, biting deep into the beast's body... but even as it writhed under the sage energies, one arm came around and
clenched down upon Bonny!
Hmm.
Alright then.
"No."
It was a simple motion- One moment, Luke was far away, the next, he was right in front of 13, hand clad in darkness shooting out to engulf 13's own. Assuming it connected... Everything that the hand touched would suddenly and violently be ripped off and seemingly disappear into the pure black that Luke's hand had become... Including the other Android's Ki. Impassively staring, Luke held the hand back up... Tiny, tiny motes of light dancing underneath the black, bubbling up toward Luke's thumb. With some contempt still present in his thoughts, he would gather the captured Ki up into a single, small point, and then...
"You can have this back, though."
Flick
A tiny, miniscule sphere of Ki would suddenly shoot at 13... Containing all of the power that the Android had been mustering into a single, concentrated point, along with a little bit from Luke as well. It was small, yes, but also being shot out fast by reversing Black Breaking from 'Pull' to 'Push'.
There wasn't much time to play around with an opponent like this- The real battle was elsewhere after all.
Darkness engulfed 13's arm, and the sphere sent him flying backwards missing... oh, a decent chunk of his body.
...yet as he did so, you observed a
different darkness pour out of the gaping holes in his human form, enshrouding his body and pulling in the remains of not only his damaged arm, but 14 and 15 as well-!
The air shook, the ground shattered, and the world beneath them rumbled as two warriors met for the uncounted time. The lookalike dodged back, sweating slightly but hardly out of breath. He raised his staff again-
"
GOTEN!" came a voice from the heavens. It was a woman's voice, and more specifically, it sounded like the Supreme Kai. However, unlike Chronoa, it was harsh, grating, and filled with anger.
The lookalike jerked to a halt, grimacing. He jerked his head up at the sky in a gesture of acknowledgement.
"
STOP PLAYING AROUND!" the voice snapped. "
TRANSFORM ALREADY, AND FINISH THIS OFF! THE OTHERS ARE BREAKING FREE, AND WE DON'T HAVE ALL THE TIME WE WANT HERE! Not yet, anyway."
Goten looked down at Vegal and shrugged. "Well, you heard her," he said. "Sorry. You weren't half bad." Abruptly, he straightened, throwing his arms out wide-
"HAH!"
Orange light pulsed out, blanketing everything. The world seemed to be shaking itself apart, and the heat of the area seemed to slightly increase. Lightning, and the stink of magical power, blasted out across the landscape.
In the center, Goten howled, his aura pulsing as orange-red flames begin flickering off his body. His eyes pulse, once, twice, and shift from the normal Super Saiyan green into a deep red shade as, with one final pulse, he finishes transforming. Despite the display, he hadn't changed much - beyond his eye color, the only noticeable difference was the roots of his hair having shifted to a slight orange-like shade.
His arms came back down-
Tsew
-not even a
transmission-
BANG
Vegal felt a dozen impacts, coming so fast they seemed to meld into one, before one slammed in behind his shoulders and sent him slamming into the ground. Rubble and dust shot up miles into the sky.
"I'll make it quick," sighed Goten, palming a blast.
Jeez… he stinks of magic, Vegal muttered internally inside the cloud, even as he pulled himself up. A hand fumbles to his belt, finding a button on the side and pressing it, before the broken, battle-weathered armor begins to melt away, flowing like liquid into his pants and leaving his arms and chest bare.
You need my help?
Vegal glanced down to the sword - or, rather, the blade-like length of crystal in his hand.
"I'll be okay," he assured it. "Honestly, if this is his limit, then I think I probably could end this without going all the way."
No chance of it being his everything. I'm feeling something deeper - he hasn't drawn out his full power yet.
"Of course…" sighed Vegal.
Goten heard all of this, although none of it showed on his face.
You underestimate what I can hear, he thought.
And you underestimate what I can do. He raised his hand.
Only fair to correct you. "Divine Light."
The blast snapped out with nearly instantaneous speed, bursting only a centimeter from Vegal's skin.
The explosion was a sphere of brilliant, white light, expanding out to consume the battlefield where they had fought. It was utterly, eerily silent. There wasn't even a breeze whipping off of the edge of the blast.
And then, from the very center, a golden burst of light. Vegal blasted upwards from it, still surrounded in a Super Saiyan aura, but a thin film of energy flowed over his body, and his eyes shone a deep emerald color, noticeably darker than that of a normal Super Saiyan form. "Sorry 'bout this, but I really don't like using the in-between level, so I think I'll just go all the way," he apologised, even as he came level to Goten. His fists clenched, and the gold color flowed out of his hair.
"Hraaaaaaa…"
It wasn't just a scream. As Vegal's power pulsed, the world seemed to
shrink backwards, as his aura flowed into his body, and the howling undertone of the Oozaru filled his kiai. Much like Goten just had, Vegal threw his arms out to the side, and an orange bubble of light obscured his body and washed outward.
It was blinding, but it shortly faded to reveal the Prince of New Garenhuld…changed. Gone was the flaring energy of the higher levels of Super Saiyan. Instead, deep red fur covered his body outside of his pectorals and stomach, and his black hair extended down his body to nearly his waist, without the level of change that Super Saiyan 3 brought to it. A deep inhale, an exhale, and the bubble of time that contains both fighters trembled.
"Man…people keep talking about this being the 'True Form of the Saiyan' or whatever, but they never talk about how the fur kinda itches if you're not used to it," Vegal sighed, inspecting himself as his tail whips behind him.
Goten blinked. "...hhhhhhhhuh." He rolled his head on his shoulders. "Neat." Then his hands snapped back to his waist. "Kamehameha!"
And Vegal
moved.
One second, he was there. The next, he was behind Goten, almost back to back with him. "That's all your response? Guess I was wrong about you having something more," He sighed.
And then…blows. Every angle, every side, hammering into Goten before one final move sent Goten flying halfway across the planet.
Goten actually snorted -- although, bruised as he was, it was more of a wheeze. "Yeah," he gasped. "Fair." He slowly dragged himself to a halt, wheeling upright in the air. Vegal hurtled towards him, and Goten looked up. "But that was just a test run."
The feeling of magic flared again across the blasted landscape, and orange light painted everything, from one horizon to the other. Vegal's progress dragged to a halt against the incredible pressure rolling off of Goten.
"Haaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Reality seemed to vibrate under the force of the scream. Goten's silhouette twisted and morphed in unnatural ways that shouldn't have been
possible, and for a moment, Vegal couldn't tell whether the scream was of power or agony.
Then the silhouette stabilized, and Goten screamed again, this time in exultation.
The world blurred away under the outpouring of light, and everything within the bubble shattered under an uncontrolled outpouring of power.
When the light died back, Goten's hair roiled down his back in a wave -- the characteristic mane of super saiyan 3. But he was altered -- in addition to the orange tint to his hair and aura, his muscles
bulged even more than the state normally caused. Most alarmingly of all, though, his eyes were a blank light.
"Behold the true might of the Queen's General," he hissed, his monotone finally giving way to a malefic hiss.
Vegal stares, and his nose wrinkles. "Jeez, you
reek of magic," he noted. "Guess this is it, huh? All the power you've gotten, and all the power gifted to you?"
Goten snorted. "It's all you're going to see. Now let's
go."
He leaned forward into a charge, slamming his fist into whatever guard Vegal threw up. Vegal responded in kind, matching Goten's power blow for blow. "This it? Your true might ain't all you've cracked it up to be!" Vegal shouted, driving a foot into Goten's belly.
Goten flicked his wrist, and his pole came streaking in, cracking Vegal across the back of his skull. "You and I both know that we are
equally matched," he hissed, going back on the offensive.
And Vegal's blade came in, a blurring streak striking out and lancing across Goten's right bicep. "In power, maybe," He acknowledged, even as he continued his offensive - this time with blade in hand.
Goten snorted. "But not in skill!" He cut loose, blurring from strike to strike not just with supernatural speed, but perfect smoothness. Not a motion wasted, not a step wrong. Everything a man committed entirely to combat could train his body to do.
And yet… Vegal was keeping up with him. Blade met pole, smoothly transitioning from blocks to parries to counter blocks. There was no need for words, now. Only the flow of the fight.
Who would win… that had yet to be decided.
