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Hell Hath Come. [Demonica/Monsuta]
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|Subject Post 11Subject: Re: Hell Hath Come. [Demonica/Monsuta] Sun Dec 04, 2016 8:03 pm|| |
As the two warriors engaged in heated combat on the very edge of Jakarta, capital of both Indonesia and the Monsuta organization, it was as if they weren't paying any attention to their surroundings whatsoever. Luckily the large majority of the nearby population had already managed to relocate to the underground bunkers the Monsuta had set up for Jakarta in case of an attack. Despite this, the ongoing battle was not without consequence: entire buildings and city blocks had been reduced to rubble. Billions of dollars would have to go into structural repair and rebuilding efforts after this conflict, a fact Stefan Soan was not ready to turn a blind eye to. Matters were made worse by two fighters staying relatively close to the Central Command Building which, though had a durability capable of withstanding the destruction so far, was still at risk.
The quakes resounding throughout the Central Command complex had already started to annoy the Monsuta's Imperator despite having only been going for a minute or so. This interruption prevented Stefan from focusing on the work in front of him, so he figured it would just be easier to go outside and end it no matter who was involved. With this decision made, the Monsuta head commander stood up and near instantly relocated to outside the command center. The two combatants were now within Stefan's sights who immediately recognized both of them. One was one of his commanders, Mirja, and the other was someone who had caused chaos in the past known as Demonica.
Knowing the identities of the fighters meant Stefan didn't have to go all out and slaughter them, but instead take a more steadied approach. With this in mind, his left hand tightened into a fist. Though almost unnoticeable, an odd semi solid material darker than the darkest night bubbled up out of the ground and formed a massive ring with Mirja and Demonica at it's center. The ring was barely an inch tall and a foot or so thick but with a radius of almost six hundred feet it was out of the two fighters' line of sight. After the ring was fully formed, which only took a second or so, Stefan raised his left hand until it was about two feet above where it had been. This movement seemed to be the cause of the ring suddenly shooting up and growing into a giant circular wall surrounding the battlefield nearly a thousand feet high. When the wall of pitch black darkness finished rising a dome top quickly formed afterwards, drenching the two is black.
Stefan Soan walked forward until he hit the black wall in which he moved through with no issues. Lifting his left hand again, the Vizard snapped his fingers which opened many very small holes in the dome ceiling which allowed rays of light to illuminate the terrain below. In a fraction of a moment a sudden and tremendous burst of spiritual pressure was released from within the Monsuta leader which spread in every direction within the dome. The ground and air itself were forced away from Stefan, creating a gigantic crater beneath him as well as making it next to impossible for others to breathe in this area. This Reitsu was so dense and mighty someone as strong as Demonica would barely be able to stand even with all her might. Mirja would likely crash to her knees if not suffer from more severe side effects of exposure to Stefan's full force spiritual pressure.
"Just so we're on the same page.....try to damage the Void surrounding you and it'll absorb anything you throw at it. Overload it and it'll just reform, not that I think you even could. Try to go under it and it'll spread into the ground. Understand this is my domain, you have no rights and no power here. Now....help me to understand exactly why a section of this wondrous city is in ruins. Don't worry, I don't judge. My blade may, though."
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|Subject Post 12Subject: Re: Hell Hath Come. [Demonica/Monsuta] Wed Dec 07, 2016 12:50 am|| |
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Demonica had been in the process of formulating a response to the mad wolf, her stance widening. But, then it hit her pressure, weight, an ocean, no a planet? It was hard, so hard, to truly put into words the type of pressure that demonica had felt in the moments that occurred after a lone man came from the compound. A dark dome had surrounded them, momentarily eclipsing all light, and then the male had come in. That led them to the present, with a weight that was crushing down upon them, enough that the demoness felt a steady grin slide onto her manic features. It wasn’t that she truly was unable to move, but rather that it was hard enough to move that she felt that it might be prudent to take things a bit more seriously. This was why, if stefans energy wasn’t enough? In that second the demon’s own energy monumental, otherworldly, and incalculable practically exploded, the inferno to stefan's steely rock. It accented her features with a corona of sparks while her form naturally changed from the childish one, to one that was far more mature, far taller , and far stronger.
Whereas sweat permeated her brow to stand previously, with her raven hair adorning her face. And with her eyes the color of crimson staring back at the male, there would be very little effort seen in her efforts to stand. Yet in comparison her power had grown tremendously, to a point that it was a raging forest-fire to the candle light it had been before. Another thing that changed was while her previous self would have cackled, bantered and chortled at stefan’s calm statement. Her current matured self felt very little in the way of need or want to bait the man who stood before her. No instead, her eyes had been that of a predator dissecting another being at the apex. From his seaweed green hair, to the soft well-oiled shine of his boots, she took in every facet of him. Each detail scrutinized, from the way he held his arm, to the subtle nuances that led her to deduce most likely even which side he favored in battle. Each tiny detail was a trove of information that was just begging to be mined . . to be exploited.
But, she started things off with a simple smile, a lazy crooked grin that was mostly lip, with a small glimpse of teeth beneath it. Her hand had gone to the female behind her and she had patted her on the head. Such a subtle movement, but it’d do a very. . specific thing. As she had done so a concentrated burst of energy radiated from the girl, which canceled out the pressure by putting her in a . . bubble of force. Hopefully giving her some peace from the weight that most likely was absolutely agonizing to stand within. She has . . done well, there is no need for her to suffer further.”
Then as she took another step towards stefan, bit by bit, even with the ground shattering and fissure d beneath her feet from the weight that bore against her frame. Stopping only when she was within arms reach of stefan, looking him straight in the eye as she said what she felt was, the only real answer she had. ”..I got excited, which led to me getting carried away.”
The Black king then exhaled as she said in a voice that was rather tame, considering that this was a being that lived, and breathed
constant war. Who loved to fight to rumble, to roar, to kick, and punch. So there would be some sort of mania flavoring her tone, even in the way that even now she was sizing up stefan, her leader as if she was going to challenge him then and there to a fist-fight. ”..But i don’t see why she, is being punished for being a punching bag? I wished to see what she was capable of ,it’s not exactly her fault that i only . . marginally pull my punches right?”
Stefan probably would understand that, being strong enough that the slightest misstep was enough to erase portions of cities, if not entire cities from the face of the earth. At having all that power, and yet having few people that matched up enough to vent even the smallest bit of it. Her expression did tilt into a slight smirk, not out of being a brat though, but rather at the way everything had gone, a helpless shrug, followed by her saying. ”I intended to introduce myself to everyone, but only this one showed up, your members don’t really rise to the challenge~”
She said her final assessment from everything she had seen, only the leader and a girl gave a big enough of a damn to fight for the sake of it, the rest of them? Currently had a big fat F in her books, which only led her to taking a step back before she said with a yawn. ”..God. . i’m so stiff~”
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|Subject Post 13Subject: Re: Hell Hath Come. [Demonica/Monsuta] Wed Dec 07, 2016 12:15 pm|| |
Mirja, The Mad Wolf
Mirja was prepared to lay down what was probably going to be a continent-rocking beatdown, when she heard someone approach. Her ears were sharp and her memory sharper, so when combine with her sensory powers which were on high alert with the girl here, she realized it was the Boss Man, probably woke by all the nose, come to see what was going on. So she dissolved her Shining Ursa Empress form, because she was sure that the demon girl wouldn't supply the juice to power it while fighting Stefan. The roaring power that surged from Mirja dissipated into total nothingness. And it wasn't just because she had a low level of power compared to the others, there was literally nothing coming from her to be sensed.
Unfortunately, dropping her form turned out to be a bad idea as Boss Man Stefan went full tilt and there was a pressure like a billion tons on her. She stayed upright for all of about two seconds before pulling off the world's greatest face plant. Even when she had been suddenly and inexplainicy released from the ground-pound pressure, she decided to stay there and let the two have their discussion or their fight. She wasn't even near the level of either of them, so pretending she was asleep on the ground was best. And anyway, she really had no idea how it had gotten to this point. They were fighting, nobody was coming, there was more fighting, still nobody was coming, and now Setfan.
Either entirely confident of herself, or she knew Stefan from before, the girl didn't seem all that worried about Stefan, who was probably angry they had obliterated party of the city in the fight. It never came in conversation before, but the destruction of cities seemed to be a pretty common affair.
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