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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:16 pm
☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆---------------------Ϯsuҡuy☾☽mi☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆ Blood Red on White Moon Oh ho~! So the lady heiress had grown a pair, had she? How delightful heart Still, not for nothing. When the two techniques collided together, Tsukuyomi could only grin. Her eyes flickered to her side, and for a moment, it seemed like she might be in a bit of a panic. She made no move to turn aside the technique that came at her, nor, when the fireworks started, did she move out of the way of the incoming artillery fire from all sides she was getting. One might think the girl considered herself immortal what with not moving in the face of the blades of Ki, and the bullets that collided with her form. And one might consider her not even alive after all the impact. She took on quite a look as the Shinmeiryu technique slashed into her, and her head shot back on impact from the projectiles, and exploded with the other ordnance contact. It was certainly enough to send her twirling off to the side onto what was left of the road-island. Still, it's not that easy to get rid of Tsukuyomi. If it was, she wouldn't be part of the Dark Shinmeiryu's quirky miniboss squad. The real give-away about the whole thing was, the body that rolled away didn't bleed. Or at least, didn't appear to. In true Naruto fashion, it made a 'poof' sort of sound, and dissipated into smoke. What remained was a tiny paper doll with a lot of holes in it, with the word 'Tsukuyomi' written on the front.
The barrier defense used by Motoko was truly a great one. The highest among the practitioners, indeed. But the pressure put on it was enough. A shattering could be heard, like unto broken glass, as the psychotic child shifted, her back to Motoko's, from a precision flash-step. Immediately, that blade came between them, the intent to slaughter imminent. Thankfully, the blow was aimed so that it went in through her back, out through the front, just under the woman's left breast, in the chest area. A miss on both the heart, and a more..vulnerable area at the time. Her wakizashi had been dropped, and replaced by an open left hand, which grasped the Hina Blade in the woman's hand even as her arm had snaked about it in a sick sort of embrace. It was almost like she was affectionately holding Motoko's hand. Except, you know. Sword. Stabby. Ow.
"I have what I came for~ heart ."
All Tsukuyomi said, as her blade began to glow while stuck in the Shinmei Heiress's chest cavity. So Tsukuyomi had just been pulling her punch. She'd gotten a lot more powerful than before, and she feigned being on even footing, just to sneak in and get close. Like a snake feigning death only to bite and inject its venom into an unsuspecting prey. Now, knowing Motoko, she'd probably be fine despite the new hole in her torso. It was a clean puncture, and the healing magic the group had access to was top notch. But she had her in a bad position. She wouldn't let go of the Hina Blade. So it was let go of the Hina Blade, and get away, or hold on to it tightly and take a blast up close, and internally. And with the motion she was making, it seemed that Tsukuyomi intended to do a sideways slash while the sword was embedded. Oh dear.
"Shinmeiryu Ougi - Tsukuyomi Style.."
Her eyes took on that hot, evil glow. This was it! Can't spell Slaughter without Laughter.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:37 pm
  Emily Amandil PersephoneAmaterasu ☯The Coyote, the Creator and the Messenger☯
☯The Culture Hero♠The Trickster♦The Fool♣The Clown☯ Emily wasn't completely aware of much at the moment. She could catch the cat-man now shooting again. She growled and wanted to go at him again, stop him.
That plan was cut short. She let teh ki around her head dissipate before she picked up on the fact something was wrong. She frowned, and turned her head to see four blue...somethings. Didn't matter, they were dangerous. Being actually less of a threat than Tsukuyomi, who was actually her senior in terms of not age, but skill, Emily would strive harder to keep herself useful. But she wasn't leaving the area, nor was she going to make it easy to knock her out of commission, until Tomoko and Tsukuyomi stopped fighting.
Scowling, Emily ran, hopping effortlessly over the shoulders of Katerine, interrupting the girl's efforts to pick herself back up as she fled from the strange energy shots coming at her. Following her. So they were homing her, in a sort of way. She shifted forms, red fur bristling as she turned...coyote. Her paws skid on the ground as she sharply turned, the plasma energy only able to make slight turns before their turns were really too rounded to follow such a sharp move. They landed on the ground, a second passed, and her ears twitched to the sound of a beep behind her. She was still running as her instincts screamed for her to not stop running yet. The blue projectiles quickly detonated, small explosions resembling small blue domes of energy for a moment in their explosions. Emily stumbled a little bit as she shifted back into a human, gripping her sword that had reappeared in her hand, stumbling off her feet and to her knees for a second.
She looked forward again, and cursed as she spotted something else already coming at her. Her sword glowed as she brought it swinging across her front quickly, feeling the impact of the steel hitting the round. The scent of magic hit her nose, as well as a hint of something that smelled bad. Poison? It always smelled so nasty to her sensitive nose.
She was going to make a move straight for the one who had fired the poisoned round at her, however things moved pretty fast here. The mere feel in the air from something that shouldn't be happening, was what distracted the raging coyote. Her head rose as she was suddenly stopped by the blast of a nearby collision of magic and ki. Her hair blew back from the force, her sword in the ground stopping her from flying back, however in her momentary lapse of attention which was common in her current state, she had forgotten something else. She grimaced as she tried to take the force of the explosion of energy nearby, in time to feel the hard impact of another body hitting her. She hit the ground, groaning. Adding to the wound on her stomach, she had a whole new set of injuries to see a nurse for later. Her hand dug at the ground near where her sword had reappeared, as her eyes wandered to the back of the girl who shot the poison at her before.
Not giving much consideration to much else, Emily was suddenly moving. She lifted her sword from the ground and swung, a gust of wind with the red release of energy that came charging right for the back of her close target. ☯Who I Am This Week: Flipped Emily☯Who and Where?: ☯My Cluttered Head: -Static Noise-☯Overwhelmingly Overt Crap: Like I said, Emily fights with no tact when she's flipped.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:56 pm
Seno Nakakami The time has come to get you some
********/> War is the answer   At the instant the point of the blade touched Motoko's body, Seno felt the impact and injury just the same. It didn't cause him any harm, but he was still more than aware of its presence, this the benefit of their bonded souls.
But even as he realized what had happened, something in his mind snapped. Or rather, it clicked. Like a button. A button being pressed.
The swordsman tensed, gathering energy in his left arm that gripped Kagetaku, and propelled himself with a burst of ki back up onto the roadway proper. He rose his eyes to see Motoko standing, with Tsukuyomi against her back, the psycho child's blade impaled through her body, charging with energy. The sight flooded his body with raw, primordial hatred, and his conscious mind shut down.
Sheathing both his blades, he stamped his foot down on the hilt of one of the three that Tomoko had thrown, flipping the blade into the air where he caught it and sheathed it in the open scabbard that Motoko had taken a blade from.
And then with a wordless, intense scream of hatred and anger, he charged across the distance that remained separating him from his wife and her attacker, the raw power of the rage in his voice enough to take his comrades aback; none of them had ever seen him in this state before, never had he been charged with such a fury.
Reaching the two women, he wasted no time, didn't even pause or slow down as he raised his right boot, impacting the side of Tsukuyomi's head with enough force to snap the spine of any normal man, and putting his weight behind it afterward to shove her away from his wife.
He heard the pained cry as Motoko fell to a knee, having released her grip on the Youto Hina, now gripping the blade within her to keep it from moving, but that sound only fed his fury, a distant tactical part of his mind remaining allowing him to know that they had plenty of healers to help her, that he could focus his murdering intent on the creature that had dared harm her in his presence.
He took another step past Motoko, interposing his body between her and the former student, dark red bolts of ki beginning to arc over his body. He leveled his baleful gaze upon Tsukuyomi, and any who could see his eyes and had previously wondered whether or not he was prone to the same 'Demon Eyes' fury as other practictioners of Shinmeiryu were would now have that question answered.
It wasn't the black and white demonic eyes of Shinmeiryu that could be seen in his eyes now. Instead, his eyes had slit into lizard-like pupils of flecked gold and green, the glaring gaze of a furious dragon.
"I will kill you..." the swordsman snarled, his hands crossing at his waist to grip his blades, all of his blades. "YOU WILL DIE WHERE YOU STAND!"
Steel shrieking, he drew all six swords, three in each hand, the fabled Dragon's Claws, as his ki blazed up around him with a roar akin to that of a dragon, the active ability War Dance activating automatically to greatly increase his speed and destructive power.
And then he was upon Tsukuyomi without warning or hesitation; if she had failed to stand between the time he had kicked her in the face and now, then he would fall upon her even in that state, no mercy, no quarter, swords flashing red with his burning ki, the blade of Shinaijou openly weeping as he attacked, again and again, wanting only to maim the wench, screaming wordlessly in hatred the entire time. I've come here to kill you
Won't leave until you've died
Murder born of vengeance
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:57 pm
❝ яυƨƨιαηяøυℓєттє ❞ ---------✗--------------------▄︻┻┳════════════════════════一--------------------┃ Ⓛ ⓞ ⓡ ⓔ ⓝ ⓩ ⓞ ⊕ Ⓡ ⓤ ⓘ ⓩ --------------------▄︻┻┳════════════════════════一---▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀-----↘ ---- 『 Katerine 』  Katerine got up after the overall attack, and saw what had happened. Oh boy, Seno was gonna go on a rampage. She got up, now pissed that the coyote had used her as a damn rug. Now that Haruka had impacted at Emily, she did the only thing she could do.
"Oi you doggie b***h come at me." She said, pulling her sword out of the ground, and running, she swung, making sure to avoid Haruka. It was another blow with the flat side of her blade, this time aimed at Emily's shoulders. It was meant to knock her back, bring her attention to Katerine, who barred her fangs, releasing a low growl with her ears sweeping back.
Lorenzo on the other hand would tackle his mentor/superior away from Emily's strike, at the cost of catching some of it himself. His weakened barrier collapsed, and he received a rather deep cut in his abdomen and left arm. Dropping his rifle, he clutched at the gash on his abdomen, before pulling out a pistol and aiming at Emily, waiting for the opportune moment to shoot.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:21 am
arrow Optional BGM: What can you see in their eyes☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆---------------------Ϯsuҡuy☾☽mi☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆Blood Red on White Moon In all honesty, it didn't look like she was getting up. For a moment, she just laid there, and it was plain to see that this wasn't one of her false bodies. But the thing is, Seno had made perhaps a grave mistake of his own. He was coming after a being that thrived on bloodlust, with bloodlust. Not only was he playing right into her game, but he was giving her the edge. His bloodlust was feeding her now. Why? Because of something she held in her hot little murderous hands. Such incredible Ki, ahh..it was like being awash in her favorite bubble bath. Full of rage, destructive hate. This was what she lived for. And that's when it happened, as she knew it would. Time stood still, as it were, when it began. Set me free. Call out my name. Yes, there it was! That power. That voice! There was no question that she'd set it free. But she wasn't human. No, not at all. This blade wouldn't consume her spirit in full, no no. It would work with her spirit. Become something entirely different. She would become one with the sword, and it would be one with her. She grinned where she laid, and that force of destruction was still incoming. Her eyes took on a new glow, not red or gold, but something..worse.
"You didn't even have to ask..partner."
There was a blast then, of pure black ki, coupled with a sickly purple color that rippled up from the ground around Tsukuyomi as Seno approached. Time began anew, and a screaming force of shadow with its own demonic face rose up above Tsukuyomi. An aura composed of laughing shadows surrounded her body, tiny little giggling faces pouring off of her and dissolving into the air. The sword had..changed when she activated it. It had grown in a sense, into a wider blade, yet she seemed entirely unhindered by the change at all, as if its weight were the same, or perhaps even less. A long black chain spiraled up her arm, and fused with her shoulder. She had bonded to it. A first in the history of the Youto Hina. It was neither wildly consuming her spirit, nor was it making her weaker. No, the two were..almost like one.
"Paint the entirety of the sky red..Youto Hina!"
When Seno came in, Tsukuyomi swung her new blade outward, creating a vast crushing pressure that was identical to his own, only tainted with equal amounts disdain and love for all living things. The desire to know humanity, love humanity, and slaughter humanity to the last man. This was the mind of Tsukuyomi. Her love was equivalent to death, and death was the ultimate expression of love. Somewhere along in her life, her entire outlook had been twisted into what it was now, and she reveled in it. It was her joy. The sadomasochistic child grinned, that grin now fanged, and her eyes merely pools of black pitch with tiny glimmering red specks of light. It was like a universe of darkness with blood stars. And when she swung the blade to meet his own swords, the pavement behind her exploded with the counterflow of extra energy she pushed off of her own body.
And she laughed. It was a crazed, happy laugh. So much power! So much! Over and over again she met him strike for strike, not slowing down an inch. With this thing in her hands, she might even equal her teacher now! And even if not, she could still grow! They were one; She wasn't siphoning off, but they would truly depend on each other. For the first time in centuries, the Hina blade's spirit within could actually advance, actually grow itself! Its level could increase, just as her own could! A symbiotic relationship between two beings who above all else, wanted everyone...everyone..
..to just go die!Can't spell Slaughter without Laughter.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:37 am
Emily Amandil PersephoneAmaterasu☯The Coyote, the Creator and the Messenger☯
☯The Culture Hero♠The Trickster♦The Fool♣The Clown☯ Emily spotted several things at once. Picked up the new energy from Seno, spotted Lorenzo taking the hit she meant for Haruka, and saw Katerine swinging at her. Quickly, she lowered a bit more towards the ground and raised her sword to block the swing coming at her shoulders, one hand on her sword's hilt and the other up against the other and of the sword, reinforcing her block. She growled at the taunt from moments ago. This cat was beginning to really piss her off.
She returned Katerine's growl. She wasn't sure how much time she had until either she was ordered to leave or her medication kicked in. Either one could stop her in her tracks and leave her weaker again. The only advantage she kept no matter what her mental state was, was being able to take blows until her life was literally hanging on edge. She was faintly aware of Lorenzo but most of her attention was focused only on Katerine. "I'm getting real tired of you, you little ********> Emily's growl flashed her sharper than average canines before she pushed against Katerine's sword hard, pushing herself up while she pushed herself at Katerine, remaining in incredibly close combat with the girl with her blade pushing on the zweihander. Waiting a minute before she moved, her body shifted to the right as her blade slipped from position, sliding past the zweihander and moved to swing at Katerine's shoulder or neck. ☯Who I Am This Week: Flipped Emily☯Who and Where?: Katerine☯My Cluttered Head: -Static Noise-☯Overwhelmingly Overt Crap:
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 1:09 pm
 Azen Yaneza
Wanderer
Confused, baffled and rather concerned, Azen had no time to worry about the other people in his side if he wished to live. The events going on around him started to overwhelm him. He didn't think he'd ever get involved in a big battle like this... He was naive to think that his biggest worry would be some large crime syndicate bullying regular townsfolk.
He looked at the woman. He was tempted to call her a fox, yet he knew what the consequences would be. "I have nothing against you and your comrades either, ma'am, yet it is quite unfair to fight two women with a whole band. At least, in my perspective." said the wanderer.
Seeing that she has gone into a defensive position, Azen sheathed his katana, then bent his knees as he dropped into a battoujutsu stance. His plan may not work, as he and his opponent were in defensive stances. Yet he detected a threat as he saw something glimmer in the air.
He quickly drew his sword, making his draw faster with ki, to attempt to do something about the Daze shot sent at him. His timing was rusty as he had not been in a situation dealing with bullets before, so the deflected the bullet to the ground just a few inches away from him, but the guard of his katana shattered as well.
The ringing of his sword as he deflected the bullet was enough to disorient Azen enough that he was not able to focus at the twin daggered woman for a few seconds.These were crucial moments, yet muscle memory enabled him to drop into his battoujutsu stance before he even regained his senses.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:41 pm
Seno Nakakami The time has come to get you some
********/> War is the answer There was no fear or hesitation from the swordsman when the black blade awoke to its full potential for the child. He knew the sword's history, knew it better than most, given his being a history buff of the Sengoku period. He knew that this sword had once been held in the hands of Akechi Mitsuhide, and had been responsible for driving a once-noble samurai beyond stopping his pathological master, ending in a battle that had nearly wiped out Shinmeiryu and drowned Kyoto in a sea of flame. But he had no fear of the awakened blade. All he had was a hate, the fury of a man whose wife had been dreadfully harmed before him, and the power of the Hina blade could sit and spin for all he cared.
The backblast of ki from the initial clash had gone both ways, the roadway along Seno's path disintegrating violently, a clash of powerhouses like something out of a humongous mecha show or Sengoku Basara. Energy cracked and sizzled, shedding from his body like cascading water, filling the air around the combatants with a haze of lightning-like energy that would make being near them hazardous.
Taking advantage of having two hands full of swords as compared to just one, he used the blades in his left hand to lock the fell blade between two of his, then drew back his right hand, crackling energy arcing up the three blades and between the tips as he dragged it across the ground, before swinging up and toward Tsukuyomi's face, his cry of "Death Fang!" lost in the shrieking energy. I've come here to kill you
Won't leave until you've died
Murder born of vengeance
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:45 pm
❝ яυƨƨιαηяøυℓєттє ❞ ---------✗--------------------▄︻┻┳════════════════════════一--------------------┃ Ⓛ ⓞ ⓡ ⓔ ⓝ ⓩ ⓞ ⊕ Ⓡ ⓤ ⓘ ⓩ --------------------▄︻┻┳════════════════════════一---▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀-----↘ ---- 『 Katerine really needs her own post format. 』 As they locked blades, the coyote was smart enough not to let it slide down to the hooks once more. Noting this, she awaited, knowing their lock would break. What seemed impossibly long would be to her advantage, an agile swordswoman like her opponent would've grasped the slower responses in such close quarters when utilizing a frigging longsword in this range.
As the blade slid from contact, Katerine relaxed her grip and rolled to the left, avoiding the blade with inches to spare, while bringing up a gauntleted left hand. Her quick turn was followed by what can be best described as an armored b***h slap across the coyote's head, before she stepped in, and one armored boot swept up from between the coyotes legs.
She moved forward after the sweep, going back to a two handed stance a small distance from the girl.
Lorenzo in the meantime was administered a potion and what seemed to be a magical version of biofoam, no doubt concocted by his former employers in America, with Haruka more or less being silent as she tended to her younger colleague's injuries.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 5:06 pm
☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆---------------------Ϯsuҡuy☾☽mi☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆Blood Red on White Moon And this is where Tsukuyomi began to show her actual fighting style. Every Shinmei uses a different overall combat style, though for most of the standard ones, it ends up 'sword go in other guy'. While that's effective, it's not very individualistic. As those blades came up at her face from the angle, the demonchild's body arched backward, a full back bend akin to that of a gymnastic star. From that point, she shot her body forward, and pivoted on her right foot, only to grind the Youto Hina along the other two blades diagonally, and with a twirl in midair, landed away from her opponent. From there, she shot forward again, at a dead run. The left arm holding the black pulsing sword came downward, even as she turned that into momentum; a feint. She spun rapidly on the ball of one foot, to make a half-circle around Seno, with black fire arcing in her wake.
She wasn't trying to stab him though, that was the thing. From her sleeves there were flicked two small talismans; one read 'Lightning' and one read 'Fire'. The idea was to stick them to her opponent's back, even as she faced said back. Her Wakizashi came to fall in her right hand, from its hidden sheath. She was ready to be certain, for just about any situation. Blackness poured off of her form, even as she grinned. So her style was that of a dancer; agile, fast, and primed on pure offense. The effect of the talismans? Well, they were only Class Two talismans. Honestly, they wouldn't do all that much damage even if they managed to 'stick'. However, the shock and heat was meant to wear the opponent down.
"You're really strong! But if you burn too hot, you'll burn out. heart "
Her arms crossed then, and she spun about once more, a technique swirling from her blades, from each of them, in fact. So she had learned how to combine techniques; a Dual-Tech user. Even more troublesome. Sacrificing some of the power in a technique to be able to fuse it with another. However, it seemed like she was using something different. As if she'd combined two techniques entirely to make a new one with an entirely new purpose.
"Gyaku-Shinmeiryu Ougi: Tsukuyomi Style: Hyakukyuu Chimamire Kamatsukahen!"
Well. That was new. Obviously a Flash technique, as the attack was not limited to a small area. Tsukuyomi's blades as they came down created ki spikes that jutted rapidly upward from where her swords hit the ground, as well as ahead of her where her opponent was, over and over again in a style similar to a blooming flower; ie, a circular area of effect. Red in color, they were met midair by falling petals that piled on the outer shell, and when the two came together in the center, flashed gold, creating what they were named for. With an explosion of wailing souls, the entire technique ended in a gigantic blast of ki, leaving only a fine red mist behind. What a doozy of a technique. And she'd developed it on her own.
Can't spell Slaughter without Laughter.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:03 pm
 /////////////////////////////-~--♚--~-/////////////////////////////---------------⊹↺⊹----Tomoko --∞ --Aoyama----⊹↻⊹------------/////////////////////////////-~--♫--~-/////////////////////////////----- ☇ ☇ ☇ ------神鳴流` "Betrayal stings worse than any blade."
They set her hair on fire: she cut it off without compunction, severing the strands with a quick movement of her blade before it ever reached her body. It would regrow quickly, that wasn’t even an issue. But suddenly, the fight had shifted, away from her, to Tsukuyomi. And Motoko had been left to be healed, but not precisely guarded.
Tomoko turned her gaze towards Motoko, and it was as if time slowed. If Seno turned to look at his wife he’d find Tomoko standing above her, a flash-step bringing her into immediate range. She’d bypassed the entire group.
And much like how Tsukuyomi had stabbed the woman through the chest from behind, Tomoko had stabbed her as well. Though where Tomoko had stabbed was probably more detrimental. A single blade in her hand had been thrust through Motoko’s stomach, the tip of the blade protruding through her back, at the spine. A single severing blow, the woman turned to gaze at Seno with impassive eyes before she drew her arm back and withdrew the blade from the woman’s stomach, the swordswoman, deprived of her legs and twisting in agony, would slide to the ground at Tomoko’s feet.
Her movements would extend then, blade twisting to dash across the throat of Shinobu, sending the slight girl sprawling and clutching at her throat as blood spewed between her fingers. She turned then, and vaulted towards Naru, her singular blade replaced with her kusari-gama, twisting movements sending it spiraling at the angel in the sky, who eventually, to maneuver away from the fast-moving blades would launch herself backwards, into the black sphere. Wings melted, flesh boiled, and a mottled skeleton was bared as she fell forward to the ground.
She turned her attentions to Kaolla, and her hand lifted, two fingers rising as she triggered a ki explosion focused on the plasma launcher in the girl’s hands. The explosion triggered the remaining ammunition inside the launcher and the resounding explosion took out a chunk of the highway, the Engineer, and the Black Mage who guarded her, Nealla’s burned body tumbling away to the ground beneath.
Her movements had put her out of the way of Haruka’s debuffing rounds. So it was the Gun Knight’s turn next, and Tomoko took a page from Tsukuyomi’s book, a flash-step placing her behind the woman, turning, and the wickedly curved blade on her kusari-gama severing the woman at the waist. She wasted no time, her attentions focused on the fox-faced girl fighting Azen.
“Zankūshō… San,” compressed ki shot across the field and the bullets pierced the fox-faced girl through the back, sending her stumbling forward, before she crashed to the ground. She turned then to the bard, and brought one of her kusari-gama down in a quick slash. “Jakuzankūsen!” Nanao was lifted, away from Masaru, and tossed over the edge. Her descent wasn’t far, she’d fallen into the barrier, and her scream was pure agony as she was boiled apart by it.
Lorenzo and Katerine, in their distraction with Emily, would find themselves severed in half by the flashing blades of her kusari-gama. Having their attention focused elsewhere had been the key to that quick victory. And then there were two. Masaru and Seno. Masaru, she had saved for last, and she flash-stepped right in front of the young man, blade coming towards him, before suddenly stopping. She blew him a kiss, and then vanished.
Five seconds. It had been no more than five seconds since she had first moved, but the battlefield remained as it had been. The slaughter of the entire Kuro crew, the deaths of his companions, all of it had been a far-reaching illusion, drawn out by her hatred. The barrier around the fighting area suddenly dropped, and when focus would come back on the woman, she was dressed differently. And it seemed to be attached to whatever technique she’d used.
Leather covered her body, black tattoos stretching their way up her arm. Those versed in sword lore would understand immediately what had changed her appearance, what she was holding in her hands, and why her pale eyes had taken on a dark red glow. Resting in her hand was a sword which was not whole, instead broken. Blood dripped along the edge of the blade, and blood flowed from a cut on her opposite arm. The blood along the blade began to glow, and the glow lengthened.
“Did you never wonder…” her voice was hollow, echoing, and tinged with something … else, something inhuman. “Why I never draw my real sword? It is because it would be over too quickly.”
She drew her arm back, as red ki boiled along the edge of her sword. Sabashii and Mutsumi had a clear view now, from their place outside where the dome had been. And Tomoko was standing now at a higher vantage point. She could see, and by virtue of that, she could likely also hit everyone.
“Youto Muramasa… Seventh of seven,” her stance changed subtly, and she continued to draw her arm back. If her ki before had been evil, this was like being covered in darkness, dripping and clawing and clinging, and it was suffocating.
Emily and Tsukuyomi, those who knew her the best, who were her pupils, would know that it was time to go. Their teacher rarely drew her real sword. And when she did, it always meant death was swiftly following.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:16 pm
Emily Amandil PersephoneAmaterasu☯The Coyote, the Creator and the Messenger☯
☯The Culture Hero♠The Trickster♦The Fool♣The Clown☯ Emily growled as her blade was avoided, and followed by a hard contact with her head by what seemed to be Katerine's armored hand. With a snarl her hand was at a lower point, catching the rising kick and stopping it before it could actually hit anything, letting go as Katerine prepared to strike again. Emily's head rang a little bit from the hit to her head, and she shook it lightly. Red could be seen swimming in her yellow eyes again, not a good sign for Emily herself.
She stepped back, not because of that. But because of what followed. Lorenzo and Katerina both seemed to be...shocked from something. However catching the scent from her sensei, she already had a sense of what it was. She looked at Tomoko, daring to turn her attention from Katerine. Not that it mattered at this point. Her common sense was kicking back in again, and she was coming out of her uncontrollable state. The medication was finally setting in.
Just in time too. She stared at the ki around her teacher, and knew better than to stay. Not waiting to see what Katerine, Lorenzo, or Tsukuyomi even, were going to do, she already knew what she had to do. Run. She gave a small huff, feeling a bit of sting from the bleeding from her stomach, increased due to earlier's punch right on her claw wound that was already there. She frowned at Katerine. "This isn't settled one bit. But, I think it's time for me to go." She commented, shifting into her coyotoe form without waiting for a response. She darted back to where she came from, a bit less effort needed thanks to her changed lighter form, to grab her things from the wooded edge of the area, and flee. She wasn't going to stick around for what was coming next. Retreat was the best idea, for anyone in the area right now.
[Leaves Area]☯Who I Am This Week: Flipped Emily, Coming Out Of It☯Who and Where?: Katerine☯My Cluttered Head: ...☯Overwhelmingly Overt Crap:
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 2:52 pm
That single action completely changed the entire face of the battlefield, and it reflected in all their faces. This was an enemy that completely outclassed them, otherwise known as the Hopeless Boss. Of the group in direct combat, only Masaru maintained some semblance of composure, enough to see the illusion as it was from the start, even analyze it.
"This makes no sense..." he murmured as he watched the illusory deaths of those he'd come to call his companions. "That motion is all wrong. The style is..."
And before he could complete his thought, potentially making a revelation to the party, the woman had appeared before him, threatening even his own life. To this, he calmly stared down impending doom and said only, "Clever girl."
Beyond the battlefront, the two figures of Mutsumi and the white-haired man watched, horror written on Mutsumi's face, concern on the man's. Even as Mutsumi was fretting about what she should do, she heard a voice that was slightly familiar remark, It's under control. Take the others and go.
Her head came up, and she looked around for the source of the voice; she knew that he was very prone to dabbling in magic societies, but she hadn't known he had placed a fragment here. Still, that was a good thing.
The white-haired man's calm demeanor lasted until the woman's sword came out, and then he came as close to panic as anyone had ever seen him. "Everyone fall back!" he called out. "It's time to leave! Tactical retreat! Level B!"
At this, some of the crew gave him an askance look; even in this situation, he was throwing out random s**t. But still, they knew he was serious. They knew that whatever was coming next was bad as well. The support crew fell back immediately, retreating back down the roadway to where they could see Sabashii's red convertible, the Akiomobile as they called it, parked off the side of the road near Lorenzo's Land Rover.
Naru gathered Motoko in her arms, careful not to irritate the sword still protruding through her, and took to the air, heading not back to Hinata, but toward the nearest hospital. Kitsune deactivated and sheathed her twin daggers, moved as though to ninja out, then paused and looked back at the man she'd been fighting. "Come on, you!" she shouted, grabbing him by the hem of his kimono before shooping off.
But for Seno, there would be no retreat. Even as he stood up from the twin magic blasts and ki attack, his riding jacket smoldering from the attacks, his focus shifted from Tsukuyomi to Tomoko. The child had actively avoided causing fatal harm. The woman, even though he recognized by now that it was an illusion, had struck to kill. She was now the one he wanted dead.
Drawing all six swords back behind him, he charged the enemy commander with a scream of hatred, ki fully wreathing the blades as he struck them forward, crying out, "Crazy Sto-"
And that was when the white-haired man appeared directly in the swordsman's path, catching the tips of the swords on the green glove on his left hand, the jewels embedded in the knuckles glowing brilliantly as he dispersed the ki from the intercepted attack with his other hand. "Sorry, Seno, I know you want to avenge your wife and all, but it's going to have to wait for another time. You'd only get yourself killed now, and I'm not going to let your son come into this world without a father."
And then he clenched his right hand and slammed it into the swordsman's solar plexus, an instant knockout strike. He then handed the unconscious man over to Haruka, who nodded in agreement with his action before instant-movement'ing across the chasm to retreat. The white-haired man took a moment to collect the swordsman's six swords and put them into his own bag of holding, pausing a moment to hold the gold-trimmed katana with the dragon motif. "I know you agree as well. Can't let him die here."
Then he strolled over to Lorenzo and Katerine, shaking his head and remarking, "You know, you two really oughta learn how to shundo properly. It'd save a lot of trouble." Then, with no further preamble, he grabbed them both and hurled them across the chasm as though they weighed no more than a baseball each.
He didn't wait to watch the crew board either his car or the Land Rover and fall back. He had more important things to worry about. Calmly, without an ounce of trepidation, he strode to interpose himself between his retreating comrades and the woman they had come to fight.
When her attack came with him in its path, he didn't take the whole thing and die in some silly heroic sacrifice to save the others. He was fond of them, but not that fond. Not yet, at least. Instead, he raised his arms and caught the full brunt of the assault, the impact force shoving him backwards as he struggled to maintain it, difficult to do so without going all out.
Finally, he managed to stop it just as it pushed him back to the brink of the chasm, and he twisted his arms slightly, splitting the energy of the attack and directing it to either side of the roadway, not even paying attention to the explosions as he remained focused on the woman.
"Couldn't you have held back, just a little? If you blow up too much of the town, it's a real pain, you know? I buy my chips here."
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:07 pm
/////////////////////////////-~--♚--~-/////////////////////////////---------------⊹↺⊹----Tomoko --∞ --Aoyama----⊹↻⊹------------/////////////////////////////-~--♫--~-/////////////////////////////----- ☇ ☇ ☇ ------神鳴流` "Betrayal stings worse than any blade." She ignored the comment regarding buying his chips in the town. She was more focused on the way he'd blocked her attack. It was interesting. She drew the blade back a second time.
"Commendable. I rarely have to swing my sword a second time," red energy started to boil along the length of the blade again, and she drew back her arm, preparing to swing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:26 pm
Azen Yaneza
Wanderer
Azen blinked as he was suddenly dragged away.
He looked up at Kitsune with the most confused expression he has ever dared to wear. Not only because of being dragged, but because of the events that they seems to be running away from.
"Anno... Where are you taking me?!" Azen yelled, his confusion making him want to be noticed and hope he would solve some of his confusions, at least.
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