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The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Author Message Shizuo Gremlin 2011-09-01 Joined : 2357 Posts : 13 Karma : 21 Age : Google Maps Location : Member Info Platinum Points: (59000/99999) Tiers:
Subject Post 1 Subject: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Wed Jul 27, 2016 11:31 am VIDEO Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914 “ . . .Ahhhhhhhhh Such a nice day!”
The sun was shining over head. The world seemed to alright in Uzbekista Turkmenistan Sri Lanka people bustled around without many problems, without many fears or any other kind of negative emotions. They seemed to enjoy Eldrazi rule, as much as one could enjoy the rule of another over them. Yet today that was about to change and it was about to change completely. Which was why as azuma stood there hovering in the air, the makings of hollowfication resting upon his shoulder and hand, the rest of him otherwise without much change to it. He had been surveying it all, this cozy little slice of paradise that until now hadn’t a worry in the world, they had been protected and closed off from the world. That wasn’t to say such a thing was going to continue any longer, it was time for a wake up call and as Azuma’s left hand gathered particles of energy he had stared forward. Taking in any of the points of interest in the three different countries while he floated in a spot of equidistance between the three of them. Next he took the energy that had collected in his palm, allowing the energy to disperse equally in a circle around his body, like the rings of saturn it continued to expand around him further and further, rotating and drawing in particles from the air that were particularly rough.
Energy glowed with multiple colors, all refractions of light hitting the particles within, while Azuma’s gaze remained as indifferent as ever, the flecks of gold in his irises glittering in the noon day sun which he bathed himself in, basking in the warmth. His steady breaths belying what he was about to do. For now he had focused on the particles that had been drawn into the energy, Condensing them and causing them to rub up against one another with force that could easily generate sparks and heat, the temperature in those energy rings rising even further than it originally was through the friction that was being induced. Yet he wasn’t done he was milking it higher and higher, until combustion began, the flames glowing within the sky, forming a ring that was of equal distance between all three of these countries, next? He vanished his body appearing below the ring that was still spiraling in the air his hand pressing against the ground causing the friction between ground and palm to increase, then all he had to do was pull, the ground heaving with him, as if an uncooperative partner in a dance. The cracking sound would get more and more prominent as fissures formed in the weak points , the rock below , and everything else through Azuma’s energy augmented strength would be drug up, While he had thrown the Huge rock into the center of the ring where the spinning energy and the increasing friction proceeded to drag the rock apart, shattering it into hundreds of pieces and increasing the size of the ring while azuma appeared back within the center of the ring.
His expression shifted even so slightly, his demeanor remaining the same, even if what he was about to do was absolutely crude, the energy would flare in response to him raising a single hand, friction gathering on his palms generating more and more of it until finally he had snapped, causing the ring itself egged on by the explosion to erupt, all the particles exploding outwards all that pent up friction finally being released with a sudden bang. The miniature meteorites that Azuma had created ended up shooting off with thousands of dull booms, a third of the immense number flying towards each of the three nations, These Meteorites would smash into them slamming into important political buildings, military buildings and anything else that could be considered to be of importance to their infrastructure, All of it would be reduced to rubble underneath this sudden and quick downpour of fiery rocks. While azuma himself stood in the same point as he originally had been, his expression remaining indifferent as he surveyed it all. Deliberating what he was going to do next if he further needed to cripple the country, which was why if he absolutely needed to, he would raze these countries to the ground, but to be honest he didn’t really see the point of doing something like that.
Instead Azuma had allowed his hands to clasp firmly behind his back his expression for now remaining completely neutral. His voice echoing amplified by his own energy to carry across the landscape.
“..In The name of the Imperator these lands have been claimed in the name of the Monsuta. If you wish to resist, then resist. But know all resistance will be crushed underfoot, and if i must i will turn these lands into ashes and simply rebuild them over time. However i would like to avoid this if possible. So make your choice, take your stand. Just know the futility. “ Zane Veteran Member 2010-08-30 Joined : 308 Posts : 0 Karma : Member Info Platinum Points: (56000/40000) Tiers:
Subject Post 2 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Fri Jul 29, 2016 12:12 pm VIDEO Artist:Really Slow Motion - Song:Pandemic- Word Count: 1220
Chaos had spawned across not just the Earth, but nearly every realm that composed the universe as it had come to be known. The Vanguard was cast in ruin, their leader purged and millions of lives ripped from the earth in only a matter of hours. The madness only escalated with time, the demented will of the Demon Queen dawning a new age of darkness that could very well rival the perils of an age once forgotten. However, even in these times of strife and struggle, it was important not to lose sight of what mattered. Becoming taken back by despair was exactly what Shadowfall and the others oppositions of the Vanguard wanted for their group. At the end of the day, they still had a duty to fulfill even in this rising tide of turmoil.
Not long after the cataclysmic events on the moon, reports came in from all across the globe of incidents of mass destruction. Whether they were from falling debris, the mutant epidemic sweeping the planet, or the insanity and rebellions incited by this -Black world- nonsense, any form of rest people may have wanted was foregone. The organization was swamped and barely in sufficient state to handle all these things. Amid the flurry of lesser incidents, there was one unlike the others, a trouble that almost seemed mundane compared to everything taking place, but at the same time was all the more dangerous. Reports quickly came of an assault across multiple nations from a sole figure, This was quick to gather the attention of one still Unknown powerhouse amid the Vanguard's ranks. Whether their status would remain that way for long or not was up for debate, but he wasn't about to let the kind of suffering from another attack plague the world's residence with everything else already at work.
It wasn't long until the man was already on the scene. Through everything else that was going on, Dellapero was moving not just across Japan, but anywhere on Earth he could make it to in order to reduce the casualties of war's aftermath and keep things as stable as possible; as futile as such a thing may have been He leaped from rooftops at the pace of a bullet train, kicking up a trail of dust and green sparks behind him. His body was working in overtime, reacting to the stress of his personal feelings and the amount of work he had to put forth lately for the restoration of the Earth. He arrived shortly after the first wave ended, devastation and death left in its wake as to be expected from any invasion of these sorts. Unfortunately he could only get here so fast, even with the tools of the Vanguard at his disposal. The fact he even got here this early was fortunate. It didn't change what had been done though.
The soldier stood atop the tallest building still standing after the initial assault. His frustration dawned much more easily in the wake of the recent chaos. Though mass destruction and death were far from something he was ever fond of before anyway. The sole figure was't even sure who owned this realm, but he would do so in their place, or at least until they arrived of their own volition. A faint glow of green energy spun around the swordsman's body. His hand's reached for his twin blades and unsheathed them, dawning both weapons in preparation for another long and difficult battle. His eyes had turned a shade of emerald green, each iris taking on a spiral pattern that represented the core of his power. Sparks of green electricity crackled gently around him, his body adjusting itself every single second before the battle could even start. The biological make up of muscle tissue, organs, and even bone and cells were fused together with dozens of spiritual particles. His body was made more efficient, stronger, faster, more tolerant of energy and pain all from just the stimuli of his emotions..Once the fight inevitably began, that effect was going to happen a lot faster.
Grance shouted to the nameless figure in the endless sky. He could feel they weren't exactly weak, in fact from an outside perspective, their power was substantially greater then the lone Human's. His power was difficult to indicate, as it was always drastically reduced externally by how compressed and synced his spiritual strength was with his physical form. It was all concentrated into his body, making the man appear weaker in exchange for immense resistance and physical advancement.
I don't know what you're deal is, but you picked a bad time to be doing stupid shit like this. I'm really not in the mood to deal with some punk going around and laying waste to everything just so they have some smoldering ruin to claim for bragging rights. I'll give you one chance to run away, otherwise I'm going to have to waste both of our time beating some sense into you!
Even for a shout, his voice was much louder than any normal man's! This wasn't from some fancy ability though. but a change in the function of his natural body. Every segment of his being functioned at a higher level than the average Human, both from the application of spiritual energy and the insane augmentations his physical form had gone through over the years. The same green energy that coursed around Dellapero's flesh soon covered each sword as well. Withe ach passing moment, this current of energy became denser, taking a larger effect on the man and accelerating the unseen process of evolution taking place. He wasn't going to sit back much longer, both from his usually reckless take on things and the myriad of things going through his head before he even arrived. The man wanted to at least give his opposition a chance to back off before more ruin was brought about through battle. Given their speech and intentions, on top of Grance's usual luck?
This was going to be another obstacle he needed to crush.
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Subject Post 3 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Tue Aug 02, 2016 3:43 pm VIDEO Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Azuma had stopped his rampage as soon as another had arrived upon the scene his hands lowering to his sides while he relaxed in the air. Golden eyes peering down into the gloom to see an individual who seemed to be of a rather robust build and beyond that a person whose energy seemed to certainly be powerful. Azuma did not know who it was, nor did he know anything about him yet azuma wasn’t the kind of person to be disrespectful without reason. He merely crushed things under foot and remained honest in his assessment. Such as earlier, he didn’t use wanton destruction, he merely had destroyed what was needed to throw the countries into disarray, without having to cause them all to be piles of rubble. His goal was to take over, not to have to spend the time and effort to build things up again, even though he certainly would do just that if the situation warranted it. His gaze held no compassion or sympathy because he had no need for it.
Yet there was another aspect of this, which was because he was without a feeling of superiority he also was without ego for the most part. He would not make the mistakes others did, nor would he go in half cocked. Instead he fought every battle at his fullest, even if not in release he put all his effort into the battles that he waged against others. This would be no different, with the dense energy flowing around him subtly gathering and causing the friction in the air itself in increase in contact with his body. His energy flaring while he hadn’t even so much as moved, causing the ground to begin sagging below him, while the air began to heat up around him from his induction of friction via touch. For now he had just counted the moments until the opponent began to speak and from there? He listened, his expression shifting from one of neutrality to an ever growing smirk, which turned into a snarl of a smile, showing all teeth while he began to formulate how he was going to answer it.
”..If i always picked a good time to do stupid shit, i would never get things done. If you are unable to deal with a punk, then leave. If you wish to beat my ass well then. . . “
His body exploded into motion vanishing momentarily from the point he appeared directly in front of the opponent, having used flash step to appear his fist already drawn back, with his lips pulled back into an extremely wide smile, his irises narrowed and focused solely on this opponent. Then? His fist would smash into the opponent with a staggering amount of force that was easily capable of shattering buildings, and even destroying city blocks, or even on a larger scale this amount of force would certainly be able to take out a small rural community without much of a problem, since he wasn’t merely punching. He was instead using a strike quite similar to a shinigami’s “Single Bone” Hakuda technique, the only variation being this one had a spin to the punch that increased how penetrative it would be if it struck the opponent. If it missed? He’d pull his punch as to not decimate the ground further than what it was going to be if the people had decided to let him take over peacefully.
He’d pause and then take a step back shaking his hand out slightly for a moment while his gaze lingered on the individual his lips parting as he let out a breath of steam that seemed to rise up into the clouds, his eyes shifting to look at the individual before he scratched the back of his head and let himself really decide if he wanted to continue this fight. Of course if he was struck back that would naturally be an answer but until then Azuma had simply decided he was going to answer this man honestly without having any reservations in relation to what he said about him destroying this land for bragging rights.. . Given that was actually wrong.
”..Bragging rights? I am merely amassing land for my organization. Much like other organizations do the same thing. Smoldering ruin? I offered them a choice, and did what was strategically the best option. Destroy their infrastructure, leave the civilians as untouched as possible. Now, as for you. . . I don’t do random beatdowns, i do fair fights and with that in mind what it your name? Mine is Azuma Lazarus. “
Next azuma would have shifted up into the air allowing his feet to rest unless he had been attacked by that point, in which case he would have taken evasive maneuvers, his extreme durability already having been put up on his skin, the layers of metaphysical defense via friction control and his own natural durability making it so that he was already as sturdy as a tank at least. His eyes gaze upon the other while he said in a slow and simple voice.
”..Come on i don’t have all day, if we are going to do this, lets do it. I’m ready when you are.” Zane Veteran Member 2010-08-30 Joined : 308 Posts : 0 Karma : Member Info Platinum Points: (56000/40000) Tiers:
Subject Post 4 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Fri Aug 05, 2016 7:11 pm VIDEO Artist:The Enigma - Song:Super Namek- Word Count: 1109
Dellapero took in a deep breath, his spiral green eyes focusing intently on the adversary amid the sky. Like before he didn't have the slightest clue who they were, the scope of their power or their intentions in all of this. The only thing that mattered was that they were attacking the people here, and as such was the case, the Human vanguard operative would do away with them to ensure nothing further came of the assault. Though the odds weren't in his favor right now by any means.. Not only was he riled up over recent events, but keeping the damage to a minimum in any kind of serious battle was a difficult task. He'd need to get them out of the area to prevent any further damages on the nation or needless loss of lives. He remained still, not offering any kind of reply to Azuma's taunt. When they finally made their move?
He was ready.
The Unknown soldier's eyes picked up on the move in slow-motion. the spontaneous burst of speed from flash step was far different to the eyes of the Human than most unlookers. He could see the line his opponent moved in. They appeared blurred from the speed of the technique, but the only important thing was that Grance could track it. His body sent out commands to move long before the Vizard appeared again. At the moment, his speed and ability was restrained; rather substantially one might add. So long as he could track his opponent's moves, he had more than a chance to evade and counter them! As the strike was thrown, he was already on the move. Sparks of green electricity continued to crackle around his body. He not only had to adjust to his own limitations, but the speed and power of the opposing force ahead of them. This caused his ability to accelerate even further. New sparks burst to life while the man moved to the side.
His speed was nothing fancy just yet, but his reaction time was insane. Dellapero moved to the right, narrowly avoiding the explosively powerful punch. He could feel the pressure of the strike even without being touched by it. One of his twin scarves that trailed behind him was cut in two from lagging behind and the side of his body was an inch away from being cut by the air pressure resonating off of it. The Vanguard operative used the momentum of his evasive maneuver to carry out two more actions. Though he continued to move away from Azuma, his body twisted, arm extending outwards with one of his twin swords in a tight grip. Just before he was out of range, the swordsman slashed the sharp edge of the weapon toward the arm he just avoided. It aimed to pierce the flesh just below the shoulder, digging deeper into the skin with the intent of piercing the muscle tissue of the limb. Regardless of how deep t could cut, the motion continued with the intent of driving the blade across the limb and, in an optimal situation, cutting the muscles in their arm to weaken the limb, or make it inoperable all-together.
A moment later, the momentum of his his leap carried him out of close-range. His feet clashed against the rooftop, slowing him down and bringing him to a halt some twenty or thirty feet away from the Shinigami. Electricity continued to crackle around him, adjusting his body further to the new information acquired from the brief confrontation The strike may have not connected, but Dellapero could still feel the power behind it. Too many direct hits from something like that definitely couldn't be healthy! The swordsman remained still, waiting for his newest opponent to make another move, or continue speaking accordingly. For one reason or another, he didn't want to take the offensive just yet. He took in another deep breath to compose himself. If this were just some regular fight, he could be as rash as he wanted, but there was more than a large population for miles around.
That isn't much better. This land isn't here to be owned by some group and taken over. It belongs to those living here. You're still just ruining the lives of the people here and forcing them into chaos just to expand your power then. As for fighting, this is about as fair as it gets. You're still going to get a beat down by the end of this.
The Unknown pressed his foot against the ground, ready to move again either offensively or to defend and counter. He was hesitant to go all out in the city though. These buildings wouldn't endure a serious fight, especially between two powerhouses of their respective organizations.
Now, as much as I'd like to do that, you should know how much damage a serious fight is going to incur. If you really don't want to have to build this place up from a wasteland, I suggest we take this somewhere else first.
Where that was, he didn't care. The soldier just wanted to be able to fight without having to worry about the entire environment around him for the second time in a row. Of course he could restrain his own power to a safe point, there was no guarantee the Vizard would continue to do the same, despite their last act.
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Subject Post 5 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Fri Aug 05, 2016 10:42 pm VIDEO Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Azuma was beginning to move out of the man's range, before finally he exhaled and could feel it, the force that was at work here, quite similarly to how to this fighter everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, Azuma’s own brain was capable to cataloging and dissecting many many things in an extremely short period of time. This led the dark of the monsuta to quickly shift his arm until the blade’s flat side skittered against his skin, heat increasing around the point of contact before azuma then finally slammed his elbow down into the flat of the males blade, knocking it away.Before he then had stared at the swordsman. Just as how he was strong in his own right, azuma was no pushover when it came to techniques such as hakuda or bare-handed combat. It was just that because of the layer upon layer of complementary skills he had, it made it so he had absolutely no use for such basic things. Even now though he had also come to realize another .. Rather embarrassing fact. He had miscalculated the distance between the places he had randomly chosen on the map before coming here. Ergo because of this? While the attacks between Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan? Those would hit with a varying level of success, yet instead of hitting landmarks that he had chosen it would quite literally just riddle both locations with holes for varying distances on either side of the border.
“..Ugh.. That’s quite embarrassing. “
He said softly kneading the bridge of his nose before ultimately deciding to elevate himself further, raising further and further into the sky until he was at some odd three miles up, the crisp wind blowing against his hair while his golden eyes he took in the two countries that he had quite literally intended to bomb, currently himself being somewhere in Pakistan, since that had been the point of “Equal Distance” between Sri Lank and the other two countries he had picked, now he had to decide which one he was going to raise hell in first, and of course? He’d choose the closer of the three, launching higher still until he seemed to be but a blip in the heavens, continually elevating until he was just barely in the upper layer of earth's atmosphere. From there? He’d angle downwards and vanish continually building speed and vibrations as he jetted off flames beginning to build around his body until he looked quite similar to a blazing star descending from the heavens as he made his way towards Turkmenistan’s capital city. Ashgabat.
Finally as his speed continued to grow he’d eventually get closer to the city limits. But instead of crashing into the city and releasing all the kinetic energy there? He would instead have landed around 50 miles out from the city, his feet touching down on the ground after which through an application of friction the ground would heave and buck, shattering all around when the male remained rooted to the spot he had landed on, all that force and power rippling off of his being and into the earth surrounding him. After which the Vizard had simply raised his hand to the side of his neck and cracked it, soothing the stiff muscles and realigning bones that had been popped out of place due to both stress and from being sedentary for such a long time. He hadn’t run exactly, he had simply relocated to one of the country he had specifically chosen to go after, as right now he had no interest in the countries that lay between Turkmenistan and Sri-lanka, nope that wasn’t really an issue he felt like factoring in. Instead what he was more interested in currently was the fight that was before him, this “opponent” thought he would be able to beat azuma down. . .
A cocky notion like that made azuma smirk while he waited. He was a member of the monsuta, and he was the dark of the “elite division” so to speak. He certainly hadn’t gotten that position because he was weak. Nor did he boast about his power, he simply just did what he felt like doing, and let the results happen as they may. Just like he wouldn’t say he was stronger than this man who was arrogant. He didn’t underestimate him in the slightest, even if he was being the one vastly underestimated. It was this kind of situation however that got his blood pumping, that sadist within him rearing it’s ugly head as he thought about the battle ahead, bone shattering punches, the clang of metal as it struck against something equally hard. It was a dance that Azuma adored and loved, he never quite felt alive unless he was on the battlefield fighting with his entire being. So even if this was an invasion, he was waiting to continue it, he simply wanted to show this individual the difference between them, and after? He would continue with the obstacles removed to his conquest. And with that in mind. He waited.
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Subject Post 6 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Sat Aug 06, 2016 1:06 pm VIDEO Artist: N/A - Song: Last First Born - Word Count: N/A
From the mesosphere of this battle, The Yuudeshi Network was already observing the brawl take place and thanks to Dellapero's efforts they were able to discern where this whole conflict was being waged. Therefore, because of that, they started assembling their forces and giving through the proper clearances needed in order to begin using 100% of The Network's power to assist in this effort to prevent The Monsuta from gaining more terrority.
Throughout the skies of Uzbekista, Turkmenistan and Sri Lanka would an azure light begin to form. This was the beginning of The Yuudeshi Network beginning to spread it's excess energy to cover an aerial assault of sorts. Since they never disturbed their energy the same way more than once to prevent enemies from stopping them, the energy was being spread throughout different satellites being remotely controlled by The Network. There were about ten of them and each them possessed enough spiritual power to cover large cities. When connected and synced to the Yuudeshi Network, they would amplify and build upon themselves until they reached a point of covering these regions.
However, before this could happen, someone was going to have to prevent the organization and it's members from stopping The Network. Therefore, that is where Dellapero would step in and fill his role as keeping Azuma busy. Meanwhile, in the heavens above, The Beast Of Karakura would keep watch for any incoming assaults. While, at the same time, his ever-processing mind would be filtering through The Network and anticipating any sort of counter attacks, hacks, injections or unauthorized access points to prevent The Monsuta from attempting to hijack this operation.
Ergo, it was going to be important for Dellapero to gain the edge in this fight. Hence, after pin-pointing the vicinity of The Vanguard's Unknown Operative's location, he would project his energies towards him and attempt to bridge a form of communication within his mind. By activating Imaginary Computation, it was quite possibly to bond with the spiritual world around him and attempt to create private networks to prevent enemy ears from ease-dropping. If the male allowed his mind to be open to this request, then he would hear the words of Shadin Yuudeshi ease into his mind:
"Quick: the name is Shadin Yuudeshi and I'm here to help you. I'm going to give you an accelerated burst of energy to finish him off quickly. Meanwhile, The Yuudeshi Network is going to lock this whole region down and prevent them from invading once we establish our aerial space. I can provide remote support, but it would be best if you handle him since it seems like the snake will have it's head cut off once that man is defeated. So get to it."
Without any further delay, a burst of silver light would then dispel from the heavens and a high volume of spiritual energy would attempt to infuse itself into Dellapero. If his body could handle it, and he had the willpower to guide it, the male would see a great evolution in the capacities of his abilities. This is because the original purpose of The Yuudeshi Network was to provide support for all allies of The Yuudeshi and to help accelerate the growth of those who are apart of it. So, because of this, it would help Dellapero test-drive what his abilities could be if he were stronger; performing a pseudo-experiment on the male and showing him what his potential is capable of.
'If you need any further back-up, let me know. I've got more than enough to firebomb this entire place if need be. But I feel you have a handle on things.'
Thus, with the tables now set into motion, The Beast Of Karakura would stand upon his lone rock and go to rock arranging his battle plans from the mesosphere. If nothing else, the thought of Nozomi's warm embrace started to flow through his mind. She was one of the few people capable of grasping just what he was on a spiritual and intellectual level. And, from their encounters and plans, apart of him wanted to believe that they were allies and that she could be trusted.
And, on the edges of that thought, the deceased Azure Iramasha was weighing on his mind. With a major faction leader down, Shadin really couldn't afford to waste time with inaction. For his memory, he'd at least get off his ass and try to combat these threats which were trying to tear apart the planet they were trying to save.
Hence, with all this weighing on his mind, The Beast Of Karakura had more than enough motive to not allow the remains of Eldrazi to be bastardized by the mortal enemy they all shared: The Monsuta. Over Shadin's dead body is how these scum would attain this terrority. Not after everything he put into weakening and crippling this faction with the Australian Conflict. For all those lives lost, he wouldn't allow it.
"Let's go, shitheads." Zane Veteran Member 2010-08-30 Joined : 308 Posts : 0 Karma : Member Info Platinum Points: (56000/40000) Tiers:
Subject Post 7 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Tue Aug 16, 2016 6:43 pm VIDEO Artist:The Enigma TNG - Song:HBTC mix- Word Count: 1226
Dellapero rebounded from the swift counter of his vizard adversary. His strike was parried, but rather than push back against the strike, he followed the flow of it and used its momentum to shift his body entirely with the new arc of the blade. He skidded across the rooftop, quickly spinning his body to face Azuma again from a slightly different spot than he intended. They were roughly the same distance apart. He took inn a deep breath, analyzing things from that very brief confrontation between them. While restricted like this, it was clear the vizard had an edge, not just in speed, but in strength as well. Things often started that way due to the nature of his power and how he applied it, but in a battle to decide the fate of multiple countries, it was more problematic. He didn't want to drag the fight out and risk causing too much damage to the surrounding areas and those inhabiting them. It seemed his request was being accepted at least..Or to some degree anyway.
His spiral-shaded eyes remained closely locked on Azuma as they began to ascend to the sky above. He really needed to get a way to more effectively to follow people that could do stuff like this. Flying wasn't a power he had a good mastery over in most circumstances. The opposing figure slowly faded from view as they reached miles and miles above. The only reason The unknown could still track them was the advanced senses he was blessed with from a millennia of evolution. His eyes widened when he finally caught sight of Azuma moving..Closer to the center of the country? Were they trying to get closer to people to agitate him? He shook his head, turning his body in the same direction Azuma's blazing form was going. Sparks of green flared around him in larger amounts as he concentrated. His cells continued to change, muscles being refined and spiritual energy fusing with him on the atomic level to continue improving every aspect of his being as time went on. The swordsman sheathed his blades to focus all of his efforts on keeping up with the flying adversary. It seemed hand-to-hand was the way to approach things for now anyway.
Grance leaped from the rooftop. reaching the ground and taking off at sonic speeds. His feet pressed against the ground and he immediately broke into a dash through the country. A powerful gale of wind was left in his wake, kicking up a small dust storm through the landscape as he moved. Every seconded his pace slightly quickened to keep up with the high-flying attacker above. The world passed by like a blur, the Human carefully maneuvering through all sorts of terrains while keeping up with the friction inferno. It was then that he noticed another foreign presence taking an effect on things. Traces of azure light lit up the sky, seeming to be encompassing some of the more populated spaces through the country itself. He didn't have the faintest clue who else was here. Maybe the former owner was finally coming to do things themselves?
A telepathic up-link connected with him moments later. Dellapero continued to race Azuma as the voice of a man he heard of, but never spoke to before echoed through his mind. The Yuudashi were here too, huh? He didn't pay much attention to the group, but as far as he was concerned, they were on his side. Now he wouldn't need to worry as much about causing too much damage when his strength was unrestrained. He was close behind Azuma as they landed, sparks of green flaring more wildly around him than ever. Energy descended from above and struck the human dead on. A large sum of energy infused with their veins, adding to his already extensive supply to work with. The power he was gifted was immense, filling him with more energy that he normally ever grasped at once. While fine in this situation, it wasn't something he wanted to use. During something important like this he could understand, but the Unknown hated using anything save for his own power. That belief fed into what his decision was to do next.
The ground broke apart from the excess of power that flowed into the swordsman. However, he intended to use it immediately to get it out of his system and get himself to the higher stages his power could reach to end this fight much faster and bring things to a close. A thick veil of green spiritual power and even more numerous bio-electric bolts burst to life around him. The new energy was used to rapidly accelerate the rate of his evolving abilities. Muscles were reinforced, skin made more durable, and his speed reached its fastest. It took only a few more seconds for the transcended Human to reach Azuma and the already damaged battlefield they had landed in. Thankfully they avoided getting too close to the capital, but this was still a bit close. With all the destruction such a confrontation could cause, even fifty miles was a tad short.
Grance brought his momentum to a halt in a single step. The pace he moved was substantially quicker than their brief confrontation a moment ago. The veil of energy and sparks had dulled, sacrificed to bring his body to its proper sttae of power earlier than normal. Most of the excess energy would appear to have been burned away, but it was instead reassigned to the physical level. Now he would have substantially more energy to work with for pushing himself even higher than his normal limits. A storm, of dust and wind followed him when he stood still. It spilled across the soon-to-be battlefield. Small cracks formed in the ground, dust settling and dispersing as quickly as it appeared. His focus was set on his target. He had to put all of the new pwer he accumulated forward to to break through their defenses and send yet another message to people why things were going to start changing.
Alright, now where were we?
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Subject Post 8 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Thu Aug 18, 2016 12:28 pm VIDEO Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914 “Hmm.. Meddlesome.”
Was all azuma said to the familiar energy that permeated the sky, he’d pop his neck and then felt his shoulders rotating in place; his opponent had gotten some kind of boost, one that had from the looks of it allowed him to ascend even further; something that would cause the male to take this a bit more serious. First it would start with a low hum on the ground, the rock’s bouncing without him moving, his expression remaining neutral for the moment; the rumbling rising, the air beginning to feel thick and heavy as if someone had turned on the pressure. Next? It would escalate as cracks began to form in the mile radius around them, as azuma pulled further into his hollow’s reserves without releasing a bit of his own power. To many this would cause an unnatural feel to his energy because in all intents and purposes? His hollow was vastly stronger than he himself was, it was just that they had such an unnatural compatibility that it allowed him to do unorthodox things like this. Eventually the source of all this catastrophe would be located. It would be none other than azuma’s own body that was generating the disproportionate amount of energy as he was trying something that he had done at times in the past, but never solidified at all. This male had shown him respect by powering up to such a degree, therefor azuma wanted to grace him with something special.
Energy would bleed forth into the world like a veil of raw power that continued to rise even now, azuma’s normal energy signature and the pure fluctuating energy of his hollow seemed to begin the uneven process of colliding and intermixing. This wouldn’t be him donning his mask, this wouldn’t be him releasing shikai, it would be something fundamentally different. Something only possible if you had the utmost coexistence with your hollow like azuma did. Two beings that coexisted in the same body, two sides of the same coin that complemented each other. As azuma’s left eye seemed to change, the sclera turning pitch black while the pupil turned a vibrant yellow, rather than the dull gold that it normally was, next? Color would begin to leech from his body even though there wasn’t any mask forming. This would start with his face as the energy began to spike exponentially the cracks in the ground expanding further and further, his energy finally becoming visible as it rolled outwards encompassing the entire area around them; the ground sinking visibly before the vizard exhaled, steam visibly rising from his mouth as what he had done was something he had pondered and tried a bit when he had raced zwei to australia, but hadn’t quite gotten the knack of.
It was quite simple, the act of instead of releasing his hollow abilities to it’s upmost, aka a Resurrección, what he did was only possible for beings like him who instead of dominating their hollow knew it like it was a natural part of them. He had merged with his hollow for the moment, two beings in a single body becoming one, causing their intermixing energies to bolster off one another rising to immense proportions before azuma had simply took a moment. It . . was . . tricky gauging how much power to use when doing this, as it wasn’t just his voice rolling around in his head at the moment, it was also his hollow companion that continued to assess the situation from that blackened eye of his; which meant when azuma began walking forward, he had taken a single step, and the force would have shredded his shoes, causing them to disintegrate under a massive explosion of flame that would rise up while azuma’s body simply for a moment had been obscured by all the fire, even though he hadn’t been trying to actively attack. None the less he waited for the male to finish his question, having sensed finally that delaporo had landed on his feet right next to him.
The human asked a question of “Where were we?’ something that caused azuma to slowly raise his snow-white arm his digits curling into a fist as slowly his bored expression seemed to be broken, his teeth showing with a gleaming smile that stretched across his lips. As he kicked forward and instead of trying to . . well get a cheap shot in? His fist slammed directly into delaporo’s left fist the amount of force behind it being vastly different than what it had been before as the sparks that jolted from the simple attack being enough to cause the wind to blast backwards and the ground to shatter like it was fetta cheese, simply crumbling away as azuma pulled back his fist steam rising from it before he had let out a chuckle before he took a step back and if delaporo understood the gesture, it wouldn’t be a cheap attack or a simple random punch. It was an acknowledgement all it’s own. With his merged state his mind was .. a tad more primitive, a tad more animalistic. He didn’t think about super-efficient speeches, quantum codes, or fancy weapons. Na he thought about the more basic things, such as the enemy in front of him. Which was why as he was now he’d say simply in a voice that seemed to be dual toned. One of them humanistic, the other the roar of a hollow, clashing and vying for dominance maybe? Yet also in complete harmony as what he said was simply.
”..I think we were just about to beat the shit out of eachother. . However lets make it alittle more interesting. “
Then he’d hold up a hand to show he was not about to attack yet and finally slammed his flat palm in the ground. Cracks expanding in a mile radius to form a circular lowered platform. Roughly a half mile deep, and a mile in circumference. Now how did he sink the ground? That was simple, in this current unofficial form of his his raw strength was MUCH more powerful than it normally was, allowing him to force the ground down in this current area compacting it before he stood in the hole and looked at dellaporo before he raised his hand and manipulating the friction in the air he had condensed the top of the hole to an extreme degree so that neither one would be able to escape, but granted it’d also make it so shadin hopefully wouldn’t interfere further with the brawl, Azuma’s attention then returning to delaporo he’d say slowly, even if his personality was a tad different, he was the same person.
”..You up for settling this the old fashioned way? I won’t try to attack the land above, nor will i try to leave this cage, lets just go wild. . I don’t know if it’s this . . thing im trying. Or just my hollows base nature. . but i feel.. LIKE both beating the shit out of someone and getting the shit beaten out of me. . . “
Finally he raised his hand and beckoned the male forward and said slowly. .
”..So . .Bring it.” Zane Veteran Member 2010-08-30 Joined : 308 Posts : 0 Karma : Member Info Platinum Points: (56000/40000) Tiers:
Subject Post 9 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Mon Aug 22, 2016 11:09 pm VIDEO Artist:The Enigma TNG - Song:SVG- Word Count: 1847
Dellapero could feel the subtle changes in his foe moments before arriving on the scene. The normal spiritual energy he tracked on his way there was tainted, infested by the much darker and more unstable nature of a Hollow. That was something he had plenty of experience with, especially after his recent battles in Hueco Mundo not long ago. It begged the question, what exactly was Azuma? He didn't stick around long enough for a briefing, if there even was much of one to begin with. As far as he was concerned, they were just another Shinigami that had defected from the Soul Society to carry out the ambitions of their corrupt group. He had little experience with Vizards in general, making the duality of energy an oddity he could only recall a hand full of times in his past.
The Human arrived to see the slightly altered form of his opponent's being. The changes weren't as extensive as some others he had come to face in the past, but something was definitely different about them now compared to a moment ago. The changes in their eye, the broken down ground and traces of flames dancing around the ruined landscape. Whatever they were, this wasn't going to be an easy fight. It did little to deter him though. Sparks of green bio-electricity continued too flare violently around him. Their surge had died down since his body had fully adjusted to the restraints in place and allowed him to act at his normal strength. Anything less would be suicidal against someone that could tap into this much power without even dawning their weapon or mask.
He adjusted his posture, feet spreading apart in an optimal stance for quickly moving or holding his ground. The Unknown needed something to get the frustration and sorrow out of his system from the recent madness that had overtaken the moon and Earth. Fightingsome kind of abomination of nature was the perfect way for someone like him to do so. Each spiral iris watched the transcended Vizard closely. He didn't move or even flinch when they charged him. leaping forward at speeds far greater than before. He took in a long breath before the moment of impact, preparing himself for whatever the Monsuta envoy intended to do. He examined every small detail as they charged forward, catching small twitches in their muscle and any other indicators he could find of how they were about to attack. He saw their arm begin to shift just as they entered close-range proximity.
Grance matched Azuma's fist with his own. He could see their punch was heading toward his left-limb. He pulled back his arm to gather a bit of momentum in the split-seconds before impact. While the hollowfied Shinigami may have gathered an enormous bonus in power from synchronizing with their inner-demon, the Unknown had increased his physical ability by multiple levels in a very short amount of time, something that was going to happen again very soon depending how things panned out. With drastically increased speed and power, the Human launched their fist to meet the oncoming strike. A small vacuum was created from the force of the response, drawing in dust and debris from behind him. The added power of his own renewed might to the transformed power of his adversary drastically magnified the destruction of impact. The earth ripped apart, sinking even deeper and sending ripples of devastation outward from the point of impact. A shock-wave composed of immense energy, dust, and debris scattered for nearly a mile. The Human's attire wavered violently from the returned force. His scarf ripped even further, small fragments of the cloth being cast into the wind. He remained completely still though, holding his place without too much trouble. Small burns covered his knuckles from the heat of the twin forces clashing, but they were minor at worst. The devastation died down, the Human's spiral-shaped eyes meeting the Dark's in close proximity for the second time.
Sounds about right.
Dellapero took a step back, the sparks around him reduced to a few scattered bolts of energy. His body was as strong as it needed to be for now, and as such his power's effect was ceasing to further bolster his strength. What he had already gained alongside Shadin's unexpected aid was more than ample for now though. The small burns over his knuckles dissipated, a slow, but apparent healing factor of his own taking care of it. Unlike most forms of regeneration, this wasn't a medium of spiritual influence. Rather, through his unique and accelerated ability to evolve, his natural healing factor had been accelerated to be tens of thousands of times faster, more efficient, and more powerful than any normal Humans. While still lacking in speed compared to others, its nearly cost-less nature made a big impact over more lengthy battles.
The frustrated soldier watched his opponent carefully as they raised their hand skyward. It wouldn't be too much longer before he was content enough to just start charging them and throw all of this thinking out of the window. He wanted to be sure what kind of person he was up against though first. That would make all the difference with how far he was going to go to break them down and keep the rest of this country protected. The ground quivered, sinking down under the pressure of his opponent's refined strength. The earth was sinking for almost over a mile, the damages already inflicted by their earlier clash making the task even easier. The world around them darkened, the shadows of two giant pillars of earth that hadn't been crushed down like the rest of the platform surrounding larges areas of this new arena in shade. His eyes noticed the minor changes above them as well, a barely visible force altering the top of the area to cage them in. Whatever power they were using, Grance was more than confident in his ability to break out of he needed to. His purpose here wasn't to escape though..It was to fight and win.
That is the only way I settle things. Thanks for making it easy for me.
Zwei was a completely different story just a few days ago. Almost their entire battle, she did nothing but try to lash out against the base and the other soldiers there. It was annoying. Fortunately her comrade didn't share such an outlook on things. He pressed his foot against the ground, leaping backwards several dozen feet to put a decent gap between them so there would be ample time to react to the first attack in their encounter. With both of them having superior reflexes through one medium or another, the gesture was a little pointless. It was the thought that counted though.
I'm not going to tell the nerd to get in the way again. So don't worry about it. I fight with my own strength...Now, lets get started.
It did bother him to use someone else's power, especially when things could be resolved without needing to worry about protecting anyone else. In a fight like this? His own strength is what mattered. That is why he so recklessly used almost all of the power Shadin had given him in an extremely overly-costly process to purge it from his system. Thanks to doing so, his own reserves were left untouched getting him to this point. So from that moment on? Everything would be a result of his own power, and only his own.
Dellapero took a step forward, the sunken ground under his feet cracking and sinking even further under the pressure of his Superhuman strength. His eyes were set on Azuma, ready to get to the actual battle that had been lead up to by every short confrontations before it. The Vanguard's Unknown shot forward like a bullet train, a small crater left in his wake as he dashed forward. Of all his characteristics, speed was where he excelled the most! To the normal eye, his body appeared to blur, partial after-images in the form of his body following the arc he moved in. He didn't do anything fancy though just yet. He was running forward to face Azuma head-on. There was no reason to approach things in any other way for a direct man-to-man battle. A powerful gust of wind followed behind him, kicking up dust and shrouding the sunken battlefield behind him. His eyes focused on the target, watching for any sudden moves to evade, strike back, or respond to the direct and powerful assault. Though ready to alter his course in an instant, his plan was to get directly in the Vizard's face with one hell of a strike to kick things off.
Once reaching them, The Vanguard Operative gathered all of their newfound strength, topped by an insane amount of momentum to further empower him, and launched a single punch right for the center of Azuma's face! The strike carried enough force to cause a fragment of the arena to sink even further down, cracks and tremors coursing through the area. He twisted his fist right before impact to add even more force to the strike, a wave of wind moving past the two of them. The arc of the punch caused the air to spin in the same arc, ripping through the landscape in the strike's path. in a spiral pattern. How much damage it would inflict was uncertain compared to the new power his foe possessed, but no matter how durable they were, a direct hit of that caliber was sure to send anyone flying, and even knock them off of their feet if unprepared!
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Subject Post 10 Subject: Re: The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders] Sun Aug 28, 2016 1:28 pm VIDEO Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914 “You aren’t going to ask for help huh?”
Azuma said this without really any indication that it bothered him, his eyes still facing forward to stare at the person he was currently combating. His posture, everything about him spoke of being lax, however for those who knew him they might understand that this was far from the truth. Infact as his body remained still he was naturally augmenting himself to further be ready for this brawl that was coming up, underneath the pale skin his muscles seemed to be contracting ready to continue fighting for the time being until this ugly battle finally hit it’s finale. His feet slightly spread themselves apart and his hands raised up a tad, but that was about it in terms of visual indicators that this man was ready to do battle. So when Del came barrelling in with a powerful punch, azuma was ready for him raising his hand he first had smacked the fist to the side as it came in sliding inwards with the momentum from the body as his feet seemed to skid apart in a very brief period of time. Then? His fists came together to strike the upper and lower portions of the thorax or chest and abdominal area’s. This punch would have an immense amount of force behind it, comparable to if not greater than delaporo’s own from the simple fact that, this was azuma’s own force; compounded on top of delaporo’s speed as a resistor.
What that meant was as the fists if they made contact with a resounding boom would have thrown delaporo back like he was a rag-doll sending him slamming into the wall behind, however with enough force to shatter many city blocks over from sheer collateral damage alone one surprising then would come out of man versus rock-wall encounter. That would be the rock wall that delaporo rammed into wouldn’t break, having been reinforced through friction manipulation to the point that it would easily keep up with their levels of strength without much of a problem, in fact as azuma kicked off and seemed to skid forward utilizing an explosive start having he had suddenly appeared before delaporo as if he had teleported his fist altering from closed to an open palm to slam into the male in his abdominal region with enough force that a vibrating shockwave would expand outwards from the initial impact, Azuma’s expression remaining guarded and neutral as that arm jerked back and he let loose a barrage of varying punches and palm thrusts, to be topped off with a quick axe kick that would hold enough force to shatter the ground below them partially, fault-line cracks forming in the bedrock from their super-natural augmented brawl.
Azuma was far from done with his engage though, having gained distance and settled back into a light hopping stance, bouncing off the ground in a one, two , one, two three type rhythm, fists held to engarde as his mismatched gaze took in the situation at hand, assessing, planning and getting ready for the next phase of attack. Given as his current self azuma simply wanted to test out this man's mettle through hand to hand combat, not using his powers which might give him the edge, instead this was more of a fighter's instinct, to do battle with the strong and see if his own mettle matched up. A reason that left azuma’s blood pumping, and adrenaline singing in his veins. Hopping back and forth as he seemed to be getting ready to do something, and then? He would do it with a wicked grin, kicking off with enough force that the ground would fracture further beneath his feet, he would come in low and fast his body whirling as he delivered a single knee-level spinning straight-leg kick, his body using this momentum to bring his other leg off the ground. This leg would revolve around the other before delivering a heavy heel oriented jab to the center of the chest, finishing with a straight legged kick to the side of the head before disengaging with another flip, landing on his feet, and skidding back a few feet.
Now while he was fighting he wasn’t completely helpless however, quite contrary he was more then ready to respond to any counter-moves and other incoming attacks that would be thrown his way as they came, his movements becoming sluggish for the moment after those attacks, his body having resumed that strange one two one two three pattern hop of his, waiting for the opponent to get in some moves of his own for the vizard to respond to, or at-least for something interesting to happen.
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