Operation Blow The Fucker UP! [Monsuta - Brazil]

Exhaustion, danger, feral instinct. Destabilization. All of these things sought to break the male, as the power of madness thrummed through his very being he felt as if he was becoming lost in the darkness, the murky aspects of his soul had been tested and tried by this chaotic being that was as close to a living breathing god as was found on this planet. It was beyond horrific, beyond what could be fathomed and yet even as he was battered and torn he fought on, into the darkness into the chaos and why? It was simple, this was his home, it was his past, his present his entirety, and his existence, and yet even now he could feel the tentative grip of his own sanity slipping and the madness encroaching on his being. His powers indeed had begun to fail him and now he could feel the memories of what was done with him, as if he was stuck back in that lab, back in that room with a scalpel gleaming infront of his eyes. Yes internally even if in reality it would be nearly less than a millionth of a second that would pass, he was stuck in an eternity of insanity, and madness, the energy pumping through his veins causing him to begin to fragment, his sense of self all but gone, yes one might think he was on the verge of defeat and this might be seen in that breif point in time by his powers beginning to fade , but as he fell further.

In his mind there was only the darkness, the darkness of his own soul that he had to stare at, at the things he did, at the horiffic truths he had to face. He stared the void in the eye and as he did so he could feel the void eating away at him, the hatred, the wild glee that he could be feeling as he laid waste to the lands he protected and the ones he considered sacred. The images of what would happen if he failed, the monsuta would be no more, the lands would be subject to madness and lunacy. There was no way he could let his organization die, he couldn’t let his people down. Yet within himself in his mind as he looked down his own mental projection had blood on it’s hands, the blood of the innocent, of those who he had to kill in that last fight. Everything was in his mind as he took the brunt of if on his own, and yet even then he could feel something else in his body that allowed him to fight on as he thought back to it one thought thrummed in his mind as the madness invaded and brought him to clarity.

”..No, not like this.”

The darkness faded abit as he could see his hollow beside him, they where two sides of a coin in a sense. Both had their own intentions and needs. One was feral one was not, yet they completed each other in a way that was rarely seen, rarely heard. Made for eachother, perfect for eachother. So as the madness sought to encroach on his being it would become different, not invasive more. . as his internal self raised his hand and linked with his hollow in the darkness the fog of chaos that permeated his mind there would be an explosion of light while with herculean willpower he would combat the darkness that sought to corrupt him, to change him to destroy him. He fought it and would not let it win, all the chaos and lunacy that pumped into his veins forced him to bite his lip causing blood to trickle and his wounds did stop healing for a time until the male seemed to force and focus the darkness fought and he fought an internal battle that would be almost as important as the external one until he forced his dominion over himself through sheer willpower alone he would be able to repel the instability that sought to weaken him as for his healing? While it wouldn’t be as fast for wound’s that wouldn’t heal? He simply burnt them shut he hadn’t the time to deal with it before he could feel something else attacking him but instead it would be his network.

From there? It would be a matter of reconfiguring the network and rapidly drawing the energy inwards and then flexing the shields outwards. What this would do? That would be simple as the network seemed to groan and strain under the queen's assault it would begin to increase as azuma himself through his unique connection of the network would begin to manipulate the nano-machines to a point that as the decay hit it would be diffused by the death matter which while inferior to death energy would be usable to the point that it would deflect, repel and diffuse the brunt of the chaos that surrounded and even pounded azuma himself yet this wasn’t the end to this, instead while the energy began to flow? Azuma could feel it as is own blast was knocked back at him and he wouldn’t be out of the count yet, he wasn’t going to yield, no as his mind was still struggling he closed his eyes feeling the blast rater than seeing it and then PUSHED his energy flying out like a solid wall that would bat the power aside and he exhaled, he was Exhausted, not from power since that flowed through his veins not physically, because he still was in his prime but mentally? He was exhausted and while he managed to repel this female once, from sheer herculean effort? He knew that his only option was to activate another power he did not wish to activate, or convince this female to leave.

”..It’s actually quite simple, we are viewed by the world as terrorists. We are Chaos incarnate, you enjoy chaos. Plus even if our current leader forgot you guys came to our aid in australia? I haven’t. I still view you as allies even if i fight you, for one simple reason. If you felt like it? I’d be a puddle of goo on the ground and brazil would be in a full scale riot. But i don’t feel like seeing my people nor my organization get bashed around any more than it has so i, of course have an obligation to stop you. Which is the conundrum aint it?”

Azuma didn’t know how to continue, but he knew he had to take a risk for if chaos and destruction where the keys to getting his people back? He didn’t care what kind of monster he had to become, and so with a breath he began to speak the next part of his sentence.

”..If the chaos is too much to handle, share it , i honestly don’t care what kind of monster i become if it means the monsuta can be saved, i’m at the point where either i topple my current leader and take the reins myself, or i force myself to become strong enough to protect them when he will not. So my proposition is this, let me re-forge an alliance with shadowfall. Acknowledge us as i acknowledge you miss mana, if you do this? I will swear an oath in blood that i will never betray you. It is as simple as that. “

Azuma had stated the truth. He didn’t care what happened to himself if brazil was to be saved, it was either he delved into the very bones of his power and pulled forth a cataclysm that would destroy himself in the process of he parleyed with her. Hence with each step he took, his defenses would be up, but his offenses would be down. The world smoldered around him the people below rioted, and the skys above had become distorted by the immense titanic power of the two beings that were above. So this was the point that he wanted to get across and standing but a scythe strike away from mana he would have spoken with a grin of his own spreading across his lips.

”..So mana-mana. Are we going to continue this tango? Since if i must i will continue to fight you, i will destroy the very ground you seek and turn my own life into a flame to do so, but i will fight you. Because it is my purpose, and this is my home. I’ve pitched my case, now give me your verdict. “

With that done? As a show to back up his words his body shifted and from his gloves formed a sword blunt and oblong without bladed sides. It would rest in his hands since he knew the risk of being this close to this unpredictable being, however he also felt while she was drunk off of power in battle that she also was able to see the benefit of this. If she was willing to he was willing to, as for his people? This was worth it.