Tag Team Turmoil! (Akira vs Meninas/Stella)

ZATHRUSTA

It had not been too difficult for Vandenreich officials to send forth some to investigate an alleged trail of killings around China’s outskirts, bordering Russia. These assaults were done by an alleged singular entity and created a bit of an issue but had mostly gone unhindered, though on a long standing roadside was a litany of corpses, mostly military escort and a few flaming husks of vehicles.

Across this was an ambassador-like vehicle, littered with strikes and whilst a woman lay lifeless with a stream of thick crimson staining the side, a gloved hand was wrapped around a Chinese individual who was frothing. The vocal chords already torn from screaming as a current of electricity was making flesh bubble a little, a soft musing from a masked man and a dripping knife within the right palm.

."You had everything, wealth, influence, women! Aha…That look, I know what you’re thinking, they all think it in these moments of excruciating pain….Why you? All life, success…Everything withers into a precious ending little thing.”

He amplified the spell as at this point, shrieking ceased into a mere gurgle as the body spasmed.

."Shhhh, a new era is dawning and from your withered, insignificant little body shall bloom forth something….Beautiful.”

ZATHRUSTA

The smell of such flesh bubbling into a frothing mess did have something extra to it, Zathrusta glancing as the flesh which touched the palm was seemingly suffering for a mild necrosis. Aha! Excellent! It would seem those abilities are finally piercing through fle- Huh? A shift of the head came, noticing an incoming reiatsu target as it soared toward him. My! Insole- Fucking Quincy. Filthy insects, circumventing an order forged that only his ilk could judge. Very well.

It was though his inner monologue that broke a bit of attention, body twisting to throw the body at Stella! Atleast that was the intent until something vibrant and pink seemed to flank him, eliciting a brutal snarl as the axe cleaved against the side, tearing apart the tight overcoat and eliciting a splatter of crimson vermillion, before feeling a horrific kinetic force reach the cheek. The body flung across the air, feeling an evident crack from the lower jaw! Ow! Tarmac dragged against clothing, only for each hand to dig into the ground bellow.

Tsk.

Any normal being would be devastated by such kinetic force, lucky for him this body held a certain resilience to it. The pair of violent amethyst iris would spark in a glow, moving to stagger into a standing position before cracking his neck, a clear trail of blood moving from below the white mask. The scent of iron filling his nostrils. Now that was rather rude. If it wasn’t for his skill in spellcraft, a lack of speech would be most devastating.

."Ooho! Ow! Meh….Y-You throw a mean r-right hwook yah know?”

He found it a little slurred due to the recent movement, glancing at the wounding he had has also received before each hand came out in a rapid embrace, before they each came down in a claw like swiping motion!

."Hadō#1: Shuuuu!”

It was difficult to tell, though became more obvious as the usual weak teleknetic shunts which could be enhanced to various degrees had been altered entirely, instead turning into refined blades of telekentic energy. They burst forth, a barrage of these incredibly sharp crescent movements that dug into the ground, uprooting tarmac and slicing through the cars behind with relative ease! Only for his hand to return in a backhanded motion, once more repeating such a strike with the hope that by the end of this feral, impulsive response they’d be bloodied chunks on the floor! He was not thinking a whole lot.

ZATHRUSTA

Well. Well. Well. Curious little lack of synergy this one has?

Zathrusta thought to himself, watching as Stella zig zagged her way beyond his usual tricks of the trade and abilities to merely cast most into meaty, bloody chunks across the floor. How interesting. Brave even! Yet a little foolish. My how these Quincy did excite him. It was the one that decided to create more distance that elicited another curiosity, his iris able to see beyond the natural vision and the Blut changes. She was exceptional at it. Best he had seen so far, though her strength as his jaw discovered. It had to be her main source of strength.

No doubt testing to see if her enemy had the ability to handle himself in close combat.

Smart-

Is that a fucking car?

The left hand of the Inner Hollow raised a bit, forming a blue ball of sudden spherical energy before letting out an entertained growl, forgetting the current cracked situation that limited his ability to say much right now. If the Quincy was currently using the car as a means to get him to move so her Stiegan could catch him offguard? He would invite her to try. Now! Stella came closer and before she closed the distance entirely, Zathrusta released this distorted looking spell.

."Bakudo#37:Tsuriboshi!”

It would suddenly unleash a barrage of sticky, thick webbing at the incoming car and Stella! Alongside the surrounding area, aiming for it to be redirected into Men’s own comrade before committing to a Shunpo, appearing just above the vehicle. Eyes moving to the Quincy with a rapid twist of the free hand, body twisting despite the taken wounds!

."Hadō#57: Daichi Tanyo.”

He uttered, a sudden wave which followed the left hand saw several of the vehicles which were charred and marked near Men start lifting and flying toward her, careening and grinding against the floor though clearly on a warpath to return her thrust in kind! This telekentic ability having a twofold opportunity for the entity to maybe even force the pink haired warrior a difficult choice, for to dodge them might result in Stella being in the way!

ZATHRUSTA

Distance secured.

It was not without notice that Stella had gone out of his range, though a sudden gutteral sound followed through his body. What? The last movement of the jaw eliciting a crunch, kinetic energy catching up as the flesh on the jaw was the only thing keeping the skeleton truly intact. Damn that pink haired bitch. The right eye feeling fuzzier for vision had been affected by the initial strike. It was not without acknowledgement that most Kido could not be used outright without some form of speech.

As vermillion traced his jawline and an ungodly amount of pain was surging through his body, each hand raised in a X position as a sudden blue barrier formed, Meninas closing the distance as the burst impacted the basic forging. The chipped sides and rapid formation showing a clear insight into the wordless ability to construct spiritual energy for defense, though each palm now moving as a look of blazing rage pierced through his eyes.

Her.

They would both suffer for this transgression!

Zathrusta’s energy burst into life, rapidly constructing a skeletal ribcage around the being as it raised to the top of thirty feet, emerald and blackish mixture creating a revolting, crooked looking entity. Each shoulder burst out with skeletal arms, They rotated about, each one moving sluggishly though with a reach of fifteen foot, finally forging a cowl like head, concealing anything at the time. He could not speak, but there was a clear look of glee.

The left and right arm began to move, at the pace of your usual human as it seemingly followed the movements of the individual wrapped inside the ribcage, left moving down to begin a clenched fist action, plummeting with the intent of responding with a crunch onto Meninas whilst the other carved through ground like nothing, each finger moving to begin sending debri flying toward Stella! Notably, each joint seemed to be a major connection point of energy, maybe a weakness to this thing?