Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Etla could not help feeling that she was beginning to warm inside as the yougn inventor leaned even closer, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, her Core beginning to process and emulate something that she didn't understand very well. She was about to reach out with her hands and finish pulling him in, when all of the sudden, he spoke about the fight, revealing that he had not, in fact, forgotten about it like she suspected.

What happened next surprised her to no end. When Craig reached down into her chest, which had begun to glow and shimmer as a result of a living hand entering the chest of a Rainborn to pull out the Core, she literally gasped. Not because she had the air knocked out of her, which was something impossible to inflict on the Rainborn that did not breathe, nor was it due to pain like before. It was, rather, an instinctual reaction, a stunned response to the sudden invasion of their very being. Suffice to say, she had not expected anyone to try this on her, much less Craig, and so, she was completely helpless while the man pulled out the frozen heart of a star which had served as her Star Core during the battle.

It was a curious object, really. A frozen light, if you will, that looked like it should be too bright to look at directly, yet was perfectly safe to look at, paradoxically. Its still rays looked like spikes of golden and white branching out from the center, and it was warm to the touch despite being frozen.

Still baffled, the blonde girl brought one hand to her chest as she looked bewildered. Frowning as she watched the object in Craig's hands, she kicked him squarely in the shin, likely putting him in a lot of pain. She may have lost the power of the Core, but even then, since it was so suppressed by her bracelet, the drop was minimal. She no longer commanded the power of light, and could not fly, but the former she could do without, and the latter she hadn't even used. Her strength, speed and such was, for the most part, the same, and so, the kick likely hurt quite a bit.

Afterwards, standing up quickly, the Rainborn, now annoyed, decided on what appeared to her as the simplest path to victory.

"You cheater!" She accused the inventor as she slugged him in the face.

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Garnet looked at Masami from behind the faint wisp of smoke emerging from her cigarette. "Well, regarding the artifacts, you've seen that already. I find them while chasing the shadow people. Sometimes I end up going to another dimension first, or sometimes I find them in seemingly mundane places. Frankly, I have no idea why they just pop up in the places they do, but they've been very helpful so far, so I don't complain." She shrugged, before staring off to the side, as if trying to recall and order her thoughts in her mind. "As for why I started hunting monsters... It's a bit of a long story." She sighed. "It all started when I found this pistol, Misery." She said, taking out the gun for a moment. "I used it to fend off a stalker, and ever since then, the demons have been following me. I kept running, and for a while, I thought they had finally left me alone, but then they came back. Now I hunt them to get rid." She explained.

"It's probably not the most exciting story, but it's all I can tell you. Everything before that is hardly relevant." She explained. "Not the happiest topic to talk about, I suppose. I wish I could share something less gloomy. I didn't want to ruin the mood like this."

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Still munching on the turkey leg that she had playfully stolen from her little sister Hanah, the eldest Grimm sister could not avoid smiling as she listened to Samantha's words. Buying a house to settle down and live a normal life? That was so like her. And all in all, Sarah had to admit that it was, in a way, a pleasant thought, no longer having to steal and abuse their powers in order to survive and live comfortably, and being able to stop running, be it from the authorities or from that blasted wizard. In all honesty, she had to admit to herself that she was curious about how such a life would be. After all, neither she nor any of her sisters had ever had the chance to experience such a life, as they had been living on the streets and fending for themselves for as long as they could remember.

However, in the end, Sarah did not feel that such a life was for her. Certainly, being able to settle down without the danger of the wizard coming after them would be a great blessing, but she couldn't shake the feeling she had that the kind of lifestyle they would have would be very... dull. It was not that she didn't see the merits, but rather simply that she had grown accustomed to the fast-paced lifestyle she led, which allowed her plenty of room to indulge in her hedonistic tendencies even as she looked out for her sisters and ensured that they could live well.

And, really, it was a good thing. The dream of settling down and having a family was Samantha's; Sarah had no desire to steal it.

"That's quite a nice idea, Sam. Just what I would expect of you." The eldest Grimm sister said with a smile on her face. "But... well, I don't think it would be a very good idea to settle down for the time being." She stated. The rest of her sentence was left unsaid, but she was fairly certain that her sisters knew very well what she meant by that. The wizard was still after them, after all.

[The Starlight]

That'll work too."You're in so much trouble Osborn." He said and just as Valka went after Sentry, both the Justice League and Avengers showed up. "Better late than never I suppose." He muttered as Superman landed. "Long story, but the short version is, he and Loki started a freaking war with Asgard and..." He motioned to the city. "That."

Osborn watched as Valka smashed Robert's head with both of her hammers, seemingly killing the golden man. "No... He can't die..."

"Really?" Alex asked. "Cause that looks pretty dead to me."

"That's not what I meant..." He said quietly. "He can't be stopped. He's the Angel of Death..." Osborn then went on saying "Angel of death, we're all going to die" over and over again. Alex was about to hit him again until Superman grabbed his arm, preventing him from doing so.

"What's he talking about? Who's the Angel of Death?" Superman asked the quivering Osborn. The little frightened man looked up to the Man of Steel and then to the sky with a look of pure terror.

"That." He pointed to the black and yellow sky. "Is the Angel of Death." Sentry was supposed to have been killed by Valka, but that didn't stop the Void.

She stared down at Sentry's broken body, not at all regretful, snapping her gaze up, seeing Void. She had a feeling that even two Mjolnirs would not be enough. She walked over to Alex and the Midgardian heroes. "Let only your most durable and quickest fighters join me, the rest of you, guard Midgard, so that the blasts do not cause severe damage to your world. Attack quickly, then retreat and use ranged attacks, if thou hast any. And do not come anywhere within six feet of me."

'Why not?" asked the Flash. Valka answered him by reaching out a hand towards the Vault, a gigantic sheath soon flying to hand. She unsheathed the sword that was at least 6 feet long, casting away the sheath. "Because the Odinsword, has been unsheathed, and I do not have eyes on the back of my head. And after this, if we are alive, we can speak of Midgard's foolish actions towards those who have guarded them for so long."

And so, the All-Mother leapt up into the air, a battle cry as always on her lips. "FOR ASGARD!" she shouted, blasting forth the Valkaforce and swinging the Odinsword. Thus their battle began, a pale star shining with cosmic power, against the rising darkness.

[Altito Asmoro]

Floyd Martin
Martin snatched the wooden spear just as it neared his head, it even scratched the mask he wore. "Nice try, but I'm just faster." He said to her arrogantly until the giant tree came rising up from the ground, knocking him hard to the ground. Valancy then moved at a quick pace and landed a hard hit to his stomach while he was down. His armor absorbed some of the impact, but he still felt it plainly.

"Not bad, you're smart. I can see why he's stayed with you." Floyd said absently to Valnacy, quickly doing a back flip from the ground and landing on his feet. "But unfortunately for you, I don't lose." He told her, he fired an energy blast at her feet to distract her and then jumped in the air with his fist raised, hopping to land a hard blow to knock her unconcious.

The Flame Guard
Morgan returned Batgirl's nod as they continued to fight together. When he took a respite after her he responded to her thank you. "You're welcome." He told her before returning to the fight.

Once all the thugs were taken out, he listened to Batgirl's plan. "That will work. I follow behind, throw one of those smoke grenades when you're ready for me to come in. Now we should go, he probably won't stick around long when sees his house destroyed." The Flame Dawn said to her before using his remaining energy reserve to blast up out of the ceiling. He then ran across the rooftops, staying close to follow Batgirl.

Valancy
"How do you know Roy?" she demanded, stumbling due to the energy blast but quickly raising up a wooden bubble around her, feeling the man's fist connected. Once that had happened, she shattered it, sending the shards of wood flying towards him, as several more branches shot out of the tree to attack. "That's too bad," she said. "Because I don't make a habit of losing either." she said, launching two wooden spears at him.

Elena Galadera/Batgirl

Nodding to the Flame Dawn, she leapt into the Batmobile, revving the engine and speeding off on the main road. Seeing two SUVs turning back, she muttered, "Oh no you don't." flooring the accelerator to begin her pursuit. Passing a man on a motorcycle, her Batmobile being able to run on Stormlight, she fired several Batarangs from the car, aiming for their tires.

Kyle Vannis

They tried to turned back, but Bagirl is in front of them, and suddenly the cars turned around fast.

"Ugh...What happened?" said Kyle as woke up from the incident. His men died from the incident, while the other car is nowhere to be seen, burned somewhere, probably. Kyle began to turned his body around so now he faced the bottom of his car which is on the top now, and he ripped it, able to opened it and as he stood up, he is alone, with no allies and more enemies.

"What do you want to do now, Batgirl?" I'm alone now, do you want to kill me, or do you want to arrest me?" said Vannis to Batgirl.

[Lavan Tiri]

Valancy
"How do you know Roy?" she demanded, stumbling due to the energy blast but quickly raising up a wooden bubble around her, feeling the man's fist connected. Once that had happened, she shattered it, sending the shards of wood flying towards him, as several more branches shot out of the tree to attack. "That's too bad," she said. "Because I don't make a habit of losing either." she said, launching two wooden spears at him.

Elena Galadera/Batgirl

Nodding to the Flame Dawn, she leapt into the Batmobile, revving the engine and speeding off on the main road. Seeing two SUVs turning back, she muttered, "Oh no you don't." flooring the accelerator to begin her pursuit. Passing a man on a motorcycle, her Batmobile being able to run on Stormlight, she fired several Batarangs from the car, aiming for their tires.

Kyle Vannis

They tried to turned back, but Bagirl is in front of them, and suddenly the cars turned around fast.

"Ugh...What happened?" said Kyle as woke up from the incident. His men died from the incident, while the other car is nowhere to be seen, burned somewhere, probably. Kyle began to turned his body around so now he faced the bottom of his car which is on the top now, and he ripped it, able to opened it and as he stood up, he is alone, with no allies and more enemies.

"What do you want to do now, Batgirl?" I'm alone now, do you want to kill me, or do you want to arrest me?" said Vannis to Batgirl.

Sonja Delacroix

"Well? Do you have a visual on Vannis?"

Sonja was seated in her office, speaking to Aaron through a microphone on the desk. The young man had been tracking Vannis since his assault on Gotham began, and had finally flown over his mansion when the gangster fled.

"Yeah. He's been wrecked by Batgirl. Pretty badly injured, probably.", Aaron's voice crackled through the radio.

Sonja grinned. At last, this madness would end. "Very good, Aaron. Remember what we discussed?"

"No mercy."

"That's right."

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Aaron, hovering over Vannis' crashed SUV, dove down, snatching the mobsters collar in his remaining hand before rising nearly five hundred feet up.

"Hello, Mr. Vannis. Remember me? I tried to kill you once. It lost me my favorite hand," Aaron growled, waving his stump in Vannis' face. "which made me mad. And when I get mad, I ask questions. Well, one question, really."

Aaron leaned forward, his face inches from Vannis', his eyes glowing red.

"Any. Last. Words?"

[Altito Asmoro]

Kyle Vannis

They tried to turned back, but Bagirl is in front of them, and suddenly the cars turned around fast.

"Ugh...What happened?" said Kyle as woke up from the incident. His men died from the incident, while the other car is nowhere to be seen, burned somewhere, probably. Kyle began to turned his body around so now he faced the bottom of his car which is on the top now, and he ripped it, able to opened it and as he stood up, he is alone, with no allies and more enemies.

"What do you want to do now, Batgirl?" I'm alone now, do you want to kill me, or do you want to arrest me?" said Vannis to Batgirl.

Sonja Delacroix

"Well? Do you have a visual on Vannis?"

Sonja was seated in her office, speaking to Aaron through a microphone on the desk. The young man had been tracking Vannis since his assault on Gotham began, and had finally flown over his mansion when the gangster fled.

"Yeah. He's been wrecked by Batgirl. Pretty badly injured, probably.", Aaron's voice crackled through the radio.

Sonja grinned. At last, this madness would end. "Very good, Aaron. Remember what we discussed?"

"No mercy."

"That's right."

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Aaron, hovering over Vannis' crashed SUV, dove down, snatching the mobsters collar in his remaining hand before rising nearly five hundred feet up.

"Hello, Mr. Vannis. Remember me? I tried to kill you once. It lost me my favorite hand," Aaron growled, waving his stump in Vannis' face. "which made me mad. And when I get mad, I ask questions. Well, one question, really."

Aaron leaned forward, his face inches from Vannis', his eyes glowing red.

"Any. Last. Words?"

Kyle Vannis


My life has been a very good one. Sure, I'm a criminal in the end, but hey, at least I made a very good progression at life. I gave jobs to men, women, I gave them shelter and safety, and I know pretty sure, but I am maybe the nicest criminal boss here. Last words? Please, I almost died once, I hadn't prepared back then. Now? I'm prepared, and my last words will be a very nice words.

"Yeah. Fuck you."

[The Starlight]

Sonja Delacroix

"Well? Do you have a visual on Vannis?"

Sonja was seated in her office, speaking to Aaron through a microphone on the desk. The young man had been tracking Vannis since his assault on Gotham began, and had finally flown over his mansion when the gangster fled.

"Yeah. He's been wrecked by Batgirl. Pretty badly injured, probably.", Aaron's voice crackled through the radio.

Sonja grinned. At last, this madness would end. "Very good, Aaron. Remember what we discussed?"

"No mercy."

"That's right."

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Aaron, hovering over Vannis' crashed SUV, dove down, snatching the mobsters collar in his remaining hand before rising nearly five hundred feet up.

"Hello, Mr. Vannis. Remember me? I tried to kill you once. It lost me my favorite hand," Aaron growled, waving his stump in Vannis' face. "which made me mad. And when I get mad, I ask questions. Well, one question, really."

Aaron leaned forward, his face inches from Vannis', his eyes glowing red.

"Any. Last. Words?"

Batgirl gazed up, quite annoyed that someone had gotten to him first. Flying up behind the handless man, "Before you kill him, a few things need to be done. So I'd appreciate it if you handed him over to my custody so that the killings will stop, instead of increase in intensity. Killing Vannis will gain you revenge, but it won't stop the madness. Why? The news of his death will take a while to reach every single henchman, who may just decide to continue the massacre. Or, they'll go underground, start new gangs and the cycle will begin anew. So what will it be?" she asked.

[Pygmalionia]

Sonja Delacroix

"Well? Do you have a visual on Vannis?"

Sonja was seated in her office, speaking to Aaron through a microphone on the desk. The young man had been tracking Vannis since his assault on Gotham began, and had finally flown over his mansion when the gangster fled.

"Yeah. He's been wrecked by Batgirl. Pretty badly injured, probably.", Aaron's voice crackled through the radio.

Sonja grinned. At last, this madness would end. "Very good, Aaron. Remember what we discussed?"

"No mercy."

"That's right."

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Aaron, hovering over Vannis' crashed SUV, dove down, snatching the mobsters collar in his remaining hand before rising nearly five hundred feet up.

"Hello, Mr. Vannis. Remember me? I tried to kill you once. It lost me my favorite hand," Aaron growled, waving his stump in Vannis' face. "which made me mad. And when I get mad, I ask questions. Well, one question, really."

Aaron leaned forward, his face inches from Vannis', his eyes glowing red.

"Any. Last. Words?"

Kyle Vannis


My life has been a very good one. Sure, I'm a criminal in the end, but hey, at least I made a very good progression at life. I gave jobs to men, women, I gave them shelter and safety, and I know pretty sure, but I am maybe the nicest criminal boss here. Last words? Please, I almost died once, I hadn't prepared back then. Now? I'm prepared, and my last words will be a very nice words.

"Yeah. Fuck you."

John and Lazarus finally caught up to the Crime Boss. Lazarus got off his bike, unsheathing his cleavers as he looked to the sky. "What the fuck is going on now?" he mutters as he observes the flying man grabbing Vannis. "Well ain't this a sight. Some alien just swooping down to take out the villain while everyone else did the work. Pathetic." says Lazarus as he looks to the Batmobile and the other man in a suit hovering next to it.

[Lavan Tiri]

Sonja Delacroix

"Well? Do you have a visual on Vannis?"

Sonja was seated in her office, speaking to Aaron through a microphone on the desk. The young man had been tracking Vannis since his assault on Gotham began, and had finally flown over his mansion when the gangster fled.

"Yeah. He's been wrecked by Batgirl. Pretty badly injured, probably.", Aaron's voice crackled through the radio.

Sonja grinned. At last, this madness would end. "Very good, Aaron. Remember what we discussed?"

"No mercy."

"That's right."

---

Aaron, hovering over Vannis' crashed SUV, dove down, snatching the mobsters collar in his remaining hand before rising nearly five hundred feet up.

"Hello, Mr. Vannis. Remember me? I tried to kill you once. It lost me my favorite hand," Aaron growled, waving his stump in Vannis' face. "which made me mad. And when I get mad, I ask questions. Well, one question, really."

Aaron leaned forward, his face inches from Vannis', his eyes glowing red.

"Any. Last. Words?"

Kyle Vannis


My life has been a very good one. Sure, I'm a criminal in the end, but hey, at least I made a very good progression at life. I gave jobs to men, women, I gave them shelter and safety, and I know pretty sure, but I am maybe the nicest criminal boss here. Last words? Please, I almost died once, I hadn't prepared back then. Now? I'm prepared, and my last words will be a very nice words.

"Yeah. Fuck you."

Aaron grinned. Even in the face of a death so certain it was as if a great, cosmic being or two had ordained it, Vannis was brave. Aaron had killed before, just a couple times, but neither of those men had stared death in the face and spat in her eye.

He respected Vannis, killer to killer.

And then some stupid girl went and started talking. Aaron ignored her.

"Well, Kyle, I've some words for you too."

Aaron's eyes glowed brighter.

"Goodbye, motherfucker."

The smell of sizzling flesh and the sound of screaming invaded the street below.

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Sonja Delacroix pulled up in her dark Lamborghini, parking on the curb near one of the dark vans. Several large, heavily armed men climbed out of the car with her.

"Round up whoever's still alive, and let the police know that Vannis won't be a problem anymore.", she barked, and the men nodded, spreading out to comb the area for survivors.

Sonja herself walked over to the group of people on the street. One man, holding two cleavers, was talking to himself. Weird. Still, no reason to be rude. Sonja strode over, extending her hand for a shake. "Why, hello. Busy night, isn't it?"

Something heavy thumped onto the sidewalk, with a wet squish sound as well.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

"Batgirl, I'm with the GCD." John said, narrowing his eyes at the new arrivals. "These folks friends of yours?"

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"This is Reclaimer- Last of Vannis' men are down."
"This is the Commissioner, can confirm the same."
"This is Boxer. As far as I can tell, the GCD now controls all of North Gotham."
The Commissioner smiled for the first time that night. "About damn time. Tell everyone to clean up stragglers and let the civilians know the good news. Confiscate Vannis' weapons, we need them. I'm on my way to the Harbor Master to see if I can't get a ride for our prisoners down to Blackgate. If anyone sees any members of the GCPD, let them know who we are. Questions?"

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The Reclaimer laughed in relief at the news that they had won. "No sir, no questions at all. Do we have word on the status of Vannis?"
"No, but one of my runners should reporting in soon with news. Boxer, out."

[New Neros]

As the two attacks slammed into Okarot, he was shrouded by the ensuing explosion, an explosion which only shortened the already doomed planet's lifespan. But, as the smoke cleared, it became quickly apparent that Okarot was not going to be taken down so easily. Despite his armor being torn up and damaged, he was still well intact. The Saiyan smiled at his android adversary, "So, you think you can defeat a pure blooded Saiyan?", he said, with a laugh, "You're simply scrap metal that needs to be melted down and destroyed. And, I've got an attack that will do just the trick."

Suddenly, Okarot stuck out his hands, connecting the bottoms of his palms, as a small bright orange ball of energy appeared in his hands. It began to grow larger, it's energy increasing exponentially, and causing the planet to shake even more than it did when the transformation occurred. In a matter of nearly no time, the attack had gained enough energy to match or even surpass a supernova. Every fiber of Okarot's being focused on maintaining his energy, and not letting it destroy him, causing incredible strain.

Okarot all of a sudden yelled out at the top of his lungs, "HYPERNOVA CANNON!", and an immense beam fired from his hands, over half a kilometer tall and wide. The beam could easily wipe out most of the solar system if concentrated into explosive energy, but, it was not an explosive attack. This attack was meant to simply vaporize everything it came across.

Paras stood in his combat stance, ready to face whatever challenge Okarot decided to throw his way. Despite the minimal success and valiant loss of his arm, Paras still felt the need to either turn the battle in his favor or end it as quickly as possible. He crouched lower as Okarot formed another attack, but widened his eyes as the readings of power flooded his sensory nodes. Like a loaded spring, Paras shot out to the side as the Hypernova Cannon fired, knowing the Saiyan wouldn't see beyond the blast for some time - just enough to form a plan.

"Upgrade." He said, the sound of it driven out by the roar of the attack - the very heat sucking away whatever atmosphere remained on the planet in a massive, kilometer-wide hole as the surrounding landscape warped and melted from the energy output. Paras understood his parameters and limits, but his opponents were far different from what he was programmed to do. He had to rely on his own biological experience and power in addition to his machinery, upgrading himself once more. "Upgrade!" He glanced down, locking eyes with his arm's nub, and found a set of wires and parts shooting out from it and forming a rudimentary, makeshift skeletal hand, wires wrapping themselves around it until it resembled an actual component of his body. A few more seconds, and it was like his hand was never destroyed - down to it's original powers and abilities.

As the dust kicked up by the Hypernova Cannon began to settle, Paras activated one of his major attack protocols, his arm transforming into a cannon and glowing brightly, his eyes shining the same color, and blasting an impossibly fast spiral of concentrated ki at Okarot's body - but it was merely a distraction. Paras was faster than his attack, and managed to blitz on ahead of it and slam into Okarot's body, sending both the pure blood and the cyborg Saiyans into the rock wall behind them - Paras raining down fists the entire time - each one landing with intense impact and force - breaking Paras' other hand and reforming it, only to be smashed instantly apart once more.

[Charmera]

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Garnet looked at Masami from behind the faint wisp of smoke emerging from her cigarette. "Well, regarding the artifacts, you've seen that already. I find them while chasing the shadow people. Sometimes I end up going to another dimension first, or sometimes I find them in seemingly mundane places. Frankly, I have no idea why they just pop up in the places they do, but they've been very helpful so far, so I don't complain." She shrugged, before staring off to the side, as if trying to recall and order her thoughts in her mind. "As for why I started hunting monsters... It's a bit of a long story." She sighed. "It all started when I found this pistol, Misery." She said, taking out the gun for a moment. "I used it to fend off a stalker, and ever since then, the demons have been following me. I kept running, and for a while, I thought they had finally left me alone, but then they came back. Now I hunt them to get rid." She explained.

"It's probably not the most exciting story, but it's all I can tell you. Everything before that is hardly relevant." She explained. "Not the happiest topic to talk about, I suppose. I wish I could share something less gloomy. I didn't want to ruin the mood like this."

"That is interesting. Perhaps someone is providing you with these things somehow, for some reason." She commented. She stretched slightly. She shrugged when she responded and smiled. "No need to worry. I was the one who asked after all." She spoke. "Fighting to ensure future safety is a logical reason to get into this life of killing monsters and saving people from demons. I on the other hand have family tradition and an unfortunate incident to thank for that." She remarked.

"Strange. Two monster hunters finding each other like we did. Almost an act of providenc-" She paused, sniffing the air. Then she drew her blade. Her tails pushing out. "We have company..." She spoke. As she said this about 10 black clad individuals slipped down from the edges of the roof. All of them had Katanas, Kurisigama's or other traditional weaponary and seemed to be female. Another unifying feature was their cat ears and tails. Masami gritted her teeth in anger. She could smell them, and it was overpowering. The stench of cat disgusted her.

"Bakeneko." She spoke. "That must mean your master is close." Masami kept her eyes on each of them.

"Closer than you would think dog." Spoke a voice coming from the entrance. Three more humanoid figures appeared. One could imediatly tell they were similar yet different from the Bakeneko Masami had pointed out. The smaller one was the one who spoke, and she apeared to be the weakest. But even from her once could sense a large well of magical power. The one in robes seemed to be silent, but seemed to have more of a presence than the little one. Finally the more regal, white tailed neko had the largest magical presence of all. Quite an enormous one at that. She seemed to be smiling lightly, yet regally, at the two of them. Her sheer magnetism and beauty almost overpowering. But an observant person might detect a malevolent twinge to that smile. Her eyes alight with amusement at the pain of others. Especially humans.

Masami had to step back, the sheer presence of this being almost overpowering, but she then quickly growled in anger. The little cat woman hissed and the second one merely frowned. While the lead one seemed to merely smile.

"Lady Azami..." She spoke.

The one called Azami responded. "Hello Masami." She spoke. "Hello my Niece..."

[Turmenista]

Dubai, UAE

"It's getting dark." Nanashi noted, folding his arms as as he stared out of the window. He'd managed to lose the trail on that powerful energy coming into the massive city, not too long ago, to his disappointment. The other two, however, Yamcha and Krillin, were much more relaxed now and less freaked out by the massive power approaching them.

"Are you seeing this, guys?" Yamcha called them downstairs. "It's on the news. Some big dino-thing washed up on the beach near us! Wanna go check it out?"

A sweat drop suddenly fell down Krillin's face. "Yeah, I'll pass, Yamcha.. I don't know what's more important- a giant monster washed up on a beach, or a guy trying to kill himself right next to our balcony!"

Nanashi tensed up. "Krillin, what the he-"

There was a screaming sound, as the crowds of people gathered on the street level screeched, as the old man inched himself closer to the edge. "I have nothing else to live for!" The old man whimpered, nearly slipping off the edge.

"How many feet is that drop, huh?" Nanashi said. "I don't know what's more important, a monster or a guy tryna kill himself. Krill, for once, you're right."

Nanashi slowly slid open the screen door, stepping onto the Balcony. "Hello, sir!" He said cheerfully, but serious at the same time. "This here building is the Burj Khalifa, and several hundred feet below us is the street. You do not want to fall down onto the street, you're going to go "SPLAT", then there's gonna be no more you!"

He floated out to the old Man. "Well then, you wouldn't want to jump now, would you?"

"That just made it worse!" The old man screamed, finally stepping off of the Balcony and screeching.

Nanashi sighed, plummeting downwards towards the people-filled street alongside the Old Man. Deliberately, at the last moment, he thrust his arms forth, catching the fragile man and pushing upwards with his Ki-powered flight. That dangerous maneuver would have resulted in a jet becoming a smoldering pile of rubble on the ground, so obviously the old man looked as if he was having a heart attack. He clenched onto Nanashi's Gi, screaming as the streets flew by them.

Nanashi soared over to the park benches, roughly landing as he placed the shivering Old Man onto one of the benches. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!" The old man whined. "You could have killed me!"

"Hey, it was better than you going everywhere on the streets. These are some nice streets." He brushed off his Gi, pulling up beside the Man as he knelt down. "My name's Nanashi, but my friends call me Harry. I'm with two other guys- Krillin and Yamcha, should be arriving shortly. Now, I don't want to have to do that reckless move to you again. How about you give me a name, reason for your jump and, eh.. favorite flavor of tea? I'm gonna do my best to not let this happen to you again, alright?"

The man growled. "I am Hoi. That is all."

He noticed that the strangest thing [besides the man's whiskers] was a [ur=http://dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Music_box]Strange-looking music box[/url], which seemed not to be of local origin, or even Earthly origin at that.

"What's the story behind the music box?" He asked. Shortly after, the two other Z Fighters had landed by Harry's side.

"Haven't you heard?" The man grinned slyly. "This music box is virtually unable to be opened... It contains the only hope to saving your planet from the doom that comes! It contains the legendary hero Tapion, who single-handedly saved his planet from annihilation! That same threat now looms over earth, and only Tapion may save you now!"

"Haven't you tried.. well.. opening it?" Yamcha suggested.

"FOOL! You think I've never tried opening it myself?! I have! That honor shall be yours, my friend. You shall be the one who frees Tapion from his prison.."

"Uh." Nanashi politely took the box from Hoi, trying at the handle. "What the hell? It won't budge a bit!" He growled at the old man. "Are you sure this isn't some elaborate plan for my money?! Because if it is I have no problem in dropping you off the balcony again and not coming to save you!"

The old man held up his arms. "Please! I beg of you, open it! I fear that the Wrath of the Dragon shall be upon you too soon!"

Nanashi sighed loudly. "Alright, fine! Guys, Get the Dragon Radars, If what's really in this stupid box is true, then only Shenron can open it for us.."

-----

Nearby Beach

-

Hey.. are you awake?

What the hell is this? Tyrax thought, shifting uncomfortable on the sand. Regaining his consciousness, he found that he was on a beach, then shook himself awake even more. "Why am I not dead? Who woke me up?! Where am I?!"

"You're.. on earth.. The voice in his head sounded female. "Boy, have I waited a long time for this day to come.."

"Earth.." He looked around, slowly coming to the conclusion that, in fact, he was on Earth. "Why am I here?"

"I've been asking that same question to myself. But, you have to listen carefully. There's no time to explain. Anyways, just call me Stacy. I sorta.. uploaded my consciousness intoto your head with some crazy wireless crap so.. you'll be hearing a lot from me later on.. Anyways, I'm what they call a 'conspiracy theorist', or a mentally insane person, or an Environmental freak... or an enviro-terrorist.. But, that out of the way, I need you to do something very dangerous."


"I don't like dangerous." Tyrax hissed. "I assume you are the only Human I trust.. the only human whom I can trust.. So why should I trust you?"

"I've been idolizing you. The stars and crap- they all foreshadowed the opening of a rupture in the universe and your passage to our Galaxy.. Either you are our savior, or our destroyer. To be quite frank, I want you on my side when the apocalypse comes. You feel me?"

"I.. 'feel you'... literally.. Dont- don't go down there. Anyways.. What is it that you need me to do? Destroy this pitiful planet?"

"No. I need you to destroy something.. less.." But it'll be worth it. You see, we're on an ugly Artificial Island, and I would really like it if we had one less of these pollution monsters in the world. An explosion from that nearby Nuclear Power plant should be enough to destroy the island.. and the others around it.."

"I understand, but that accomplishes nothing, ugly human. You care for the environment- so why do you pollute it with radiation?"

"Like I said, no time to explain. You better hop to it, the military's on their way to take you to their underground lizard-man base.."

[Pyrade]

The town and Inn containing Masami, Garnet and (un)friends
Taro
The small black fox had been watching the town for quite a while from a spot not too far outside. Things had been calm and quiet, exactly what Taro was looking for. Here hopefully he could rest for a bit without remaining in fox form. It got exceptionally tiring after a while what with the constant use of magic to sustain the form. He stood up on his four paws, shaking out his dark, black fur. Then he bounded into the town with his white tipped tail streaming out behind him.
There, the Inn!
He thought as he passed by the building, circling back slightly to get to the entrance. Now came the part where he prayed and hoped nobody screamed. A thousand years ago he was praised as a disciple of a god, now he was a freak.
Why do they forget everything so quickly?
He thought frustratedly, wishing that stupid demon hadn't laid that damned curse. His body had grown considerably larger when he let go of the shapeshifting magic, like an elastic band snapping back his body returned to its original form, growing to his full size. The paws formed more hand like appendages but the claws stayed, and grew larger as well. He stood up to his full height, stepping through the door as his tail split into four. The new tail had been a reward for slaying that demon, but he had yet to get well acquainted with the powers in his 4 year stay in the modern world.

He ducked down a little, avoiding a collision between his head and the door frame.
"Shinpaishin-"
He began asking anyone inside to stay calm but froze. The smell was all wrong, there wasn't the normal stink of sweaty human. This was an altogether fouler smell for the kitsune. He saw the fox tails attached to one of them and the couple dozen others in black with cat ears and tails. There were an extra three who weren't quite the same as the black clothed bakeneko.
"Well, that's . . . Unexpected."
He muttered, momentarily stunned. This town had been quiet for the whole day almost, where had these bakeneko come from? And what did they want with the adorably human kitsune? What the hell was the kitsune doing there?
He placed a clawed paw/hand on the hilt of his sword and readied himself. He had heard one of the three unique ones call the Kitsune her niece.
This is why I can't hunt demons anymore. Too many blurred lines dammit.
He thought and waited for a reaction from someone. The shadows here were too small for him to make a disappearance, so all that was left was patience. His white rune pulsated in time with his heartbeat as he slipped into the realm of hyper senses. The magical signatures before him where immense. From the Kitsune there was definitely magic, but then the large, regal cat-woman's signature was clouding the rest of the signatures. It was like he was trying to read a book through a fire. Immediately he slipped out of the hyper senses, growling irritably.
"Damned cats."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

---

Gilbert could hear the alien woman's questions, and, through all of the pain he felt, through all of the suffering, through all of the agony ravaging his body and mind, he managed to let out a small chuckle, even as he clutched his stomach as he writhed on the ground, enduring pain far greater than any human being should be forced to endure. He looked up at Aru, his single eye meeting her gaze, his face betraying regret, and agony, and frustration. He opened his mouth to speak, but clasped it shut immediately, gritting his teeth as the pain flared up momentarily. But once that passed, he opened his mouth again, and spoke.

"...I messed up..." He rasped weakly. "...Sorry..."

Then, yet another wave of suffering washed over him, several times stronger than the last; without actually causing him any damage, it tore apart his body, tortured his soul, poisoned his mind. He screamed once more, but this time, the screaming never died down, never subsided. And if Aru paid attention, she would notice several things that were peculiar and most assuredly unnatural. First of all, the black clock tattoo on Gilbert's chest had begun to glow a bright red as the hand moved frantically, completing several revolutions in mere instants as it raced on and on.

At the same time, something else was happening to Gilbert's body. At first it started in his fingers, in his hair, in his legs. But slowly, it began spreading until it was happening to his whole body. Slowly but surely, parts of the young man became slightly translucent and began fading into a strange, etheral mist that was technically invisible, yet easily perceived not by the eyes, but by the spirit; seen with the eyes of the soul, not the body. Sometimes something similar to numbers would appear on the mist, only to fade away immediately, as though avoiding detection. More and more of the young man's body was turned into this phantom fog, and his very essence was slowly unraveled and destroyed by the entity that dwelled within him, the entity that had been bidding its time, waiting until the time had come for it to achieve its own liberation.

"FINALLY."

---

---

Hadrimmelis chuckled lightly at the younger World-Dragon's reaction towards the arrival of Ashyandra, before observing the newly restored body of her old friend. In all honesty, the scarlet dragon, ancient as she was, did not remember about the times before the Time Demon War very well. Had she been awake at the moment, she would have recalled everything with vivid detail, as if it had been just a solar revolution earlier, an instant in the life of such a long-lived creature. Alas, that was not the case, and the slumbering consciousness of the World-Dragon had trouble recalling such ancient events with much clarity, as her kind would always forget a great deal of what they had lived and learned once they went to sleep to replenish their strength and wait until their service was needed again. It was for this reason that Hadrimmelis was quite surprised upon seeing Ashyandra's body once again: she had forgotten what the Vokornian looked like. Moreover, she had forgotten the supernatural beauty that she once had before the fall of the Vokornians, which was as though some unnatural power had been taken and turned into something that demanded attention from the senses rather than appealing to them. Now, due to her enormous psionic power as well as her ancient nature, the World-Dragon had little trouble resisting the influence of such a thing, but even then, she could notice it; it was impossible not to.

After only a moment, Hadrimmelis turned her gaze towards her younger sister once more. "Yamira, this is Ashyandra, an old friend of mine, and also a Vokornian. This is what they looked like before their fall, before the Time Demon War, before you were born." She said in order to clarify for the younger World-Dragon's sake, before turning towards the returned Vokornian once more. "Shy, this is Yamirakkelis, one of the five World-Dragons who were created by the Dragon Force after the Time Demon War. My younger sister, if you will. She's a scholar first and foremost, and enjoys studying as much as she can about any subject imaginable. I figure you and her could become good friends in time." The scarlet dragon stated.

She would have carried on speaking, would have kept the amicable conversation alive, but she could not. Something stopped her.

If earlier, every avatar of the World-Dragon Hadrimmelis had stopped what they were doing, then this time, every single one of them let out a terrified gasp, an expression of horror drawn across their usually fair features. The reason for this was that the scarlet dragon had felt something, something terrible, something ominous. There was the sensation of something very, very important just shattering like glass, or being torn apart like paper. A disturbance in the Dragon Force, a very powerful one, that would undoubtedly be felt by every World-Dragon in existence. Yamirakkelis would feel it just as much as Hadrimmelis, of course, but it was different. The younger World-Dragon did not know what this meant, did not know the implications of this event. But Hadrimmelis, oh, she knew them well, and it left her pale.

"No, no, no, no no no NO!" The blonde avatar chanted frantically. Simultaneously, every avatar save for the one currently on the asteroid field of the Solar System disappeared, absorbed back into the entity of Hadrimmelis in order to conserve energy for what was to come. A Serpent Hole appeared in front of her, and she jumped through it without blinking or hesitating, without saying anything to Yamira and Ash, though the portal remained open for them to follow through.

---

Hadrimmelis would arrive on Earth not far from Aru, just in time to see the last of Gilbert be unraveled and turned into mist. However, the glowing clock tattoo remained, and seemed to be glowing brighter and brighter, which the World-Dragon could only interpret as a sign of her failure.

"Impossible..." The avatar muttered helplessly as she watched in horror. Suddenly the entire world began to rumble, and out of the clock seal, a figure slowly emerged. It was tall and imposing, bearing a vaguely humanoid shape, and it seemed as if it was made of darkness, but a special kind. In fact, it could not truly be called darkness, for darkness was the absence of light, and that which constituted the entity before Hadrimmelis was no absence, but a presence. Not darkness. Anti-light. The sole action of gazing upon it was painful and difficult to accomplish. The creature's form seemed to morph and shift constantly, but it always came across as imposing, intimidating, and fear-inspiring.

"IMPOSSIBLE?" A voice called, belonging to the creature, though it had no mouth through which it could speak. Rather, the voice echoed within the minds of the interlocutors, a voice that matched whatever the listener found most dreadful. "FOR THOSE WHO ARE LIKE US, THERE IS NO IMPOSSIBILITY. SUCH THINGS ARE CONCEPTS APPLICABLE TO THOSE OF YOU WHO LIVE WITHIN THE UNIVERSE, BUT TO US, WHO HAIL FROM BEYOND, THEY ARE MERE INCONVENIENCES, LAUGHABLE OBSTACLES NOT WORTH A SECOND GLANCE." The creature spoke, having completely pulled itself free of the clock seal and now appearing to hold it in its hand. "YOUR CHAINS COULD NOT HOLD ME, DRAGON, AND NOW, THIS WORLD IS DEAD, AND I AM FREE."

As Hadrimmelis continued to gaze at it against her own most primal instincts, she fell to her knees, shaking her head. "No, no, NO! She shouted again and again, her fists shaking at her sides as she observed the revival of the beast that had slain so many of her siblings once upon a time. "You cannot be alive! IT IS STILL TOO SOON!" She screamed, raising her fists, but doing nothing, completely horrified at the thought of having to fight that dreadful war again.

"ON THE CONTRARY, DRAGON. IT IS TOO LATE." The Demon spoke, and those who heard it would hear mockery in its voice. "KU IS FREE."

And with that, the Time Demon Ku threw the seal away, and it exploded with violence, tearing open a hole in space and time and passing through.

Hadrimmelis began pounding at the ground with her fists in frustration. "NO! NO! NO!" She cried, each impact of her fists causing the ground to crack and rumble violently as a crater slowly formed around her, though she was oblivious to the damage she was causing to the dead world, far too immersed in her despair, dragon tears beginning to slide down the avatar's cheeks as it currently bore all of the World-Dragon's emotions. All those sacrifices that had been required in order to vanquish the two Time Demons accompanying Ku and to seal Ku itself in a boundless prison, had they been for naught? The one sacrifice she had been forced to make in order to ensure that it would not return, had it been in vain?

But she forced herself away from the ground, and steeled herself, attempting to calm down. She had to do something. But she could not fight him alone.

[Charmera]

---

Gilbert could hear the alien woman's questions, and, through all of the pain he felt, through all of the suffering, through all of the agony ravaging his body and mind, he managed to let out a small chuckle, even as he clutched his stomach as he writhed on the ground, enduring pain far greater than any human being should be forced to endure. He looked up at Aru, his single eye meeting her gaze, his face betraying regret, and agony, and frustration. He opened his mouth to speak, but clasped it shut immediately, gritting his teeth as the pain flared up momentarily. But once that passed, he opened his mouth again, and spoke.

"...I messed up..." He rasped weakly. "...Sorry..."

Then, yet another wave of suffering washed over him, several times stronger than the last; without actually causing him any damage, it tore apart his body, tortured his soul, poisoned his mind. He screamed once more, but this time, the screaming never died down, never subsided. And if Aru paid attention, she would notice several things that were peculiar and most assuredly unnatural. First of all, the black clock tattoo on Gilbert's chest had begun to glow a bright red as the hand moved frantically, completing several revolutions in mere instants as it raced on and on.

At the same time, something else was happening to Gilbert's body. At first it started in his fingers, in his hair, in his legs. But slowly, it began spreading until it was happening to his whole body. Slowly but surely, parts of the young man became slightly translucent and began fading into a strange, etheral mist that was technically invisible, yet easily perceived not by the eyes, but by the spirit; seen with the eyes of the soul, not the body. Sometimes something similar to numbers would appear on the mist, only to fade away immediately, as though avoiding detection. More and more of the young man's body was turned into this phantom fog, and his very essence was slowly unraveled and destroyed by the entity that dwelled within him, the entity that had been bidding its time, waiting until the time had come for it to achieve its own liberation.

"FINALLY."

---

---

Hadrimmelis chuckled lightly at the younger World-Dragon's reaction towards the arrival of Ashyandra, before observing the newly restored body of her old friend. In all honesty, the scarlet dragon, ancient as she was, did not remember about the times before the Time Demon War very well. Had she been awake at the moment, she would have recalled everything with vivid detail, as if it had been just a solar revolution earlier, an instant in the life of such a long-lived creature. Alas, that was not the case, and the slumbering consciousness of the World-Dragon had trouble recalling such ancient events with much clarity, as her kind would always forget a great deal of what they had lived and learned once they went to sleep to replenish their strength and wait until their service was needed again. It was for this reason that Hadrimmelis was quite surprised upon seeing Ashyandra's body once again: she had forgotten what the Vokornian looked like. Moreover, she had forgotten the supernatural beauty that she once had before the fall of the Vokornians, which was as though some unnatural power had been taken and turned into something that demanded attention from the senses rather than appealing to them. Now, due to her enormous psionic power as well as her ancient nature, the World-Dragon had little trouble resisting the influence of such a thing, but even then, she could notice it; it was impossible not to.

After only a moment, Hadrimmelis turned her gaze towards her younger sister once more. "Yamira, this is Ashyandra, an old friend of mine, and also a Vokornian. This is what they looked like before their fall, before the Time Demon War, before you were born." She said in order to clarify for the younger World-Dragon's sake, before turning towards the returned Vokornian once more. "Shy, this is Yamirakkelis, one of the five World-Dragons who were created by the Dragon Force after the Time Demon War. My younger sister, if you will. She's a scholar first and foremost, and enjoys studying as much as she can about any subject imaginable. I figure you and her could become good friends in time." The scarlet dragon stated.

She would have carried on speaking, would have kept the amicable conversation alive, but she could not. Something stopped her.

If earlier, every avatar of the World-Dragon Hadrimmelis had stopped what they were doing, then this time, every single one of them let out a terrified gasp, an expression of horror drawn across their usually fair features. The reason for this was that the scarlet dragon had felt something, something terrible, something ominous. There was the sensation of something very, very important just shattering like glass, or being torn apart like paper. A disturbance in the Dragon Force, a very powerful one, that would undoubtedly be felt by every World-Dragon in existence. Yamirakkelis would feel it just as much as Hadrimmelis, of course, but it was different. The younger World-Dragon did not know what this meant, did not know the implications of this event. But Hadrimmelis, oh, she knew them well, and it left her pale.

"No, no, no, no no no NO!" The blonde avatar chanted frantically. Simultaneously, every avatar save for the one currently on the asteroid field of the Solar System disappeared, absorbed back into the entity of Hadrimmelis in order to conserve energy for what was to come. A Serpent Hole appeared in front of her, and she jumped through it without blinking or hesitating, without saying anything to Yamira and Ash, though the portal remained open for them to follow through.

---

Hadrimmelis would arrive on Earth not far from Aru, just in time to see the last of Gilbert be unraveled and turned into mist. However, the glowing clock tattoo remained, and seemed to be glowing brighter and brighter, which the World-Dragon could only interpret as a sign of her failure.

"Impossible..." The avatar muttered helplessly as she watched in horror. Suddenly the entire world began to rumble, and out of the clock seal, a figure slowly emerged. It was tall and imposing, bearing a vaguely humanoid shape, and it seemed as if it was made of darkness, but a special kind. In fact, it could not truly be called darkness, for darkness was the absence of light, and that which constituted the entity before Hadrimmelis was no absence, but a presence. Not darkness. Anti-light. The sole action of gazing upon it was painful and difficult to accomplish. The creature's form seemed to morph and shift constantly, but it always came across as imposing, intimidating, and fear-inspiring.

"IMPOSSIBLE?" A voice called, belonging to the creature, though it had no mouth through which it could speak. Rather, the voice echoed within the minds of the interlocutors, a voice that matched whatever the listener found most dreadful. "FOR THOSE WHO ARE LIKE US, THERE IS NO IMPOSSIBILITY. SUCH THINGS ARE CONCEPTS APPLICABLE TO THOSE OF YOU WHO LIVE WITHIN THE UNIVERSE, BUT TO US, WHO HAIL FROM BEYOND, THEY ARE MERE INCONVENIENCES, LAUGHABLE OBSTACLES NOT WORTH A SECOND GLANCE." The creature spoke, having completely pulled itself free of the clock seal and now appearing to hold it in its hand. "YOUR CHAINS COULD NOT HOLD ME, DRAGON, AND NOW, THIS WORLD IS DEAD, AND I AM FREE."

As Hadrimmelis continued to gaze at it against her own most primal instincts, she fell to her knees, shaking her head. "No, no, NO! She shouted again and again, her fists shaking at her sides as she observed the revival of the beast that had slain so many of her siblings once upon a time. "You cannot be alive! IT IS STILL TOO SOON!" She screamed, raising her fists, but doing nothing, completely horrified at the thought of having to fight that dreadful war again.

"ON THE CONTRARY, DRAGON. IT IS TOO LATE." The Demon spoke, and those who heard it would hear mockery in its voice. "KU IS FREE."

And with that, the Time Demon Ku threw the seal away, and it exploded with violence, tearing open a hole in space and time and passing through.

Hadrimmelis began pounding at the ground with her fists in frustration. "NO! NO! NO!" She cried, each impact of her fists causing the ground to crack and rumble violently as a crater slowly formed around her, though she was oblivious to the damage she was causing to the dead world, far too immersed in her despair, dragon tears beginning to slide down the avatar's cheeks as it currently bore all of the World-Dragon's emotions. All those sacrifices that had been required in order to vanquish the two Time Demons accompanying Ku and to seal Ku itself in a boundless prison, had they been for naught? The one sacrifice she had been forced to make in order to ensure that it would not return, had it been in vain?

But she forced herself away from the ground, and steeled herself, attempting to calm down. She had to do something. But she could not fight him alone.

Aru got up, dazed by the sudden turn of events. A human, whom she had some respect for and quite like, had not only died but warped into something alltogether unrecognizable. Could this be the great Uyu who welcomes sinners to the gates of the underworld? Could it be the reaper herself, who comes to claim the souls of the unrepentant sinners, brawlers and barbarians? It was both and neither, Aru stepped back as she felt the feeling she was seeing gods come before her as she saw a portal open. A blonde figure, humanoid, but you could tell she was no human. She was something else. A god perhaps. Gods and demons. Surprisingly romantic and hyperbolic thoughts for the logical and pramatic bounty hunter. She frowned. Did it matter? She could simply turn her back and leave. The planet had died. Gilbert had lied to her...

But something stopped her. She saw Gilberts face in pain in her mind. She frowned. She had liked that human. He seemed to have no-one else. Which evoked Aru's own loneliness. She knew that she was now the only one who remembered Gilbert. Who would either. And while it might make sense to leave to keep that memory alive. A sense of justice she had couldn't let him go unavenged. In that moment Aru frowned. She suddenly popped the disks out and tossed them out, the drones floating. Then armed herself with a Taychon rifle and her annihlation cannon, her two most powerful weapons.

She paused, thinking of something to say. She didn't know the humans name. She settled on a nickname. "For Chrono." She spoke. Her drones popped out weapons too as Aru glared at her foe. Ready to unleash the fire of Rantu's rage against the beast Ku.

---

Gods, Dragons, Hunters and Sheppard will fight that day. They fight against the one who ate time. Over a broken home of the greatest heroes they fight. A fitting test for the Sheppard of Vokor.

"There it is again..." Ash muttered. Yami gave her an odd look as they stood in front of the portal. Ash sighed. "Nevermind."

"Telepathing voices?"

"Not... exactly. Old memories."

"Well, we all get that in a way. Returning to your physical form you should have expected some side effects."

"You'd think that. I've had a lot of time to consider it. But I suppose I never really cared enough to think about that. I was more concerned with having real flesh and blood for once in a... lot of years."

Yami and Ash paused as they looked at it. Ash looked to the dragon. "Why aren't you going through?"

"I was waiting to see if you did."

"Why?"

"I was curious. You want something from us. How far are you willing to go to get it?" She asked. Ash smiled slightly at that.

"You don't trust me do you?"

"I've learned never to trust anything anywhere near as smart or as old as me unless it directly related to me." She replied. She did so with no real ill will. Merely stating a fact. Ash chuckled.

"I'm quite a bit older." She spoke. "As for whoes smarter. Well... we are about to walk into a place where there is a time demon, something that made even your siblings quake in terror."

Yamira paused. Then adjusted her glasses. "Quake would probably be the proper terminology wouldn't it?" She idly said. "And I said we were smart. I never said we were sane."

"True. Done wasting time?"

"Yup." Yamira spoke as she hopped through the portal. Ash sighed as she followed her.

She might be acting chatting and nonchalant. But Ash had faced Ku before. She knew of the time demon. How powerful it was. it was almost as bad as facing the old gods.

Almost. Ku had less tentacles after all.

[Finland SSR]

Itaku

Ayy

---

Even before the ship touched down on the ground of the barren wasteland of a planet, I could already hear battle noises outside. Blasters, beams and people crying out of agony. I felt like if I took a look, I would start to vomit - it just sounded unpleasant. When we already descended below the thick clouds, Shaytan's pocket communicator on his ear beeped, then proceeded to stay silent as someone was speaking with the Prince.

"This is worse than we thought." Shaytan spoke to me and a few other Heran elite warriors that gathered in the room. "We'll need to keep our guard up and fight at our full strength."

"What is happening over there?" I stood up and walked up to Shaytan. It's probably the tine to ask about this.

"We will have two enemy forces to deal with." He responded, looked at me for a moment, then continued. "Since the death of King Cold, the unofficial leader of the Planet Trade Organization, the galaxy has been in disarray. The goliath that the Arcosian galactic empire once was is now in civil war, many claimants to the throne have risen, and many Arcosian warlords broke off and started their own nations, using their might and the people under them to wage war. Taking the opportunity, my father cancelled all mercenary contracts with the PTO and began expanding the Heran Despotate. For the first time, the Herans have stepped foot outside of their solar system with their own banner. In fact, our original plan for this mission was to crush an Arcosian warlord, Itius.

However, a full plate attracts gluttons. Hera is not the only empire seeking to get their slice of the pie. The Kree, Skrulls, even Earth are all trying to get something out of the fall of PTO. And, most importantly, the Celestial Army has made their move - and with a full-scale assault on the remnants, no less. Of course, they just had to attack the same planet as we did, so this will be a three-way between us, Itius and one of the most threatening armies in the universe." Somebody cringed in the back, but soon stopped. "As I said, keep your guard up."

I nodded. This was certainly a rather long explanation. I didn't even get a lot of it, but I was never that much interested in galactic politics anyway. Meanwhile, the ship finally landed and touched down on the ground. The door opened and the Nihil Novi lined up in front of the opening, with Shaytan in front. This is where I finally saw the horrors of the battle. Three different armies, three races all fighting it out in a free-for-all. Celestial Androids, Frieza Soldiers, Herans... and bodies and blood everywhere! I think the mission log noted that we are losing the battle, so we had to do our best.

"Jahavi, grant us strength to pull us through!" Shaytan spoke. "Come on, warriors, to battle!"

[Altito Asmoro]

Len-El

Len-El watched from afar as the man he chased threw the head of Two-Face down to the people. Bloody bastard, of course. Oh well, he couldn't stopped this one. So he flew again from the spot, until he found himself next to the mansion owned by the criminal mob boss. He's not far from the location, which already crowded to begin with. This is not going to end well.

[Charmera]

Floyd Martin
Martin saw the wooden shield wrap around Valancy and his metal hand smashed into it and it shattered, a number of the pieces cutting into his armor. He was becoming frustrated, she was stronger and more resilant than he had thought, more noticeable was her intelligence in battle.

He smiled however when he landed, and she asked how he knew Roy. "So he hasn't told you? How interesting, he must be embarrassed. Children have no loyalty these days. Now enough games, time to finish this." He told her taking his double ended spear in both hands and he chopped the two spears she had thrown in half, chopping at the branches. He then detattached the two half of the spear and held them in each hand, throwing them both at Valancy with incredible speed.

Katie rushed to the bank. She had gone to the closest bank she knew, and quite luckily (and conveniently) she had found a bank that was being... robbed? Whatever was happening Valancy seemed to be dealing with it, but Katie thought it might be best to help her friend. She saw the spear and smiled as she sped after it. A hand of hers reached out and grabbed it. She tossed it to the side, her eyes set on Martin. "I really have no idea why you villain types think robbing banks is a good idea." She remarked, then gave a nod to Val before turning back.

[Pygmalionia]

Kyle Vannis


My life has been a very good one. Sure, I'm a criminal in the end, but hey, at least I made a very good progression at life. I gave jobs to men, women, I gave them shelter and safety, and I know pretty sure, but I am maybe the nicest criminal boss here. Last words? Please, I almost died once, I hadn't prepared back then. Now? I'm prepared, and my last words will be a very nice words.

"Yeah. Fuck you."

Aaron grinned. Even in the face of a death so certain it was as if a great, cosmic being or two had ordained it, Vannis was brave. Aaron had killed before, just a couple times, but neither of those men had stared death in the face and spat in her eye.

He respected Vannis, killer to killer.

And then some stupid girl went and started talking. Aaron ignored her.

"Well, Kyle, I've some words for you too."

Aaron's eyes glowed brighter.

"Goodbye, motherfucker."

The smell of sizzling flesh and the sound of screaming invaded the street below.

---

Sonja Delacroix pulled up in her dark Lamborghini, parking on the curb near one of the dark vans. Several large, heavily armed men climbed out of the car with her.

"Round up whoever's still alive, and let the police know that Vannis won't be a problem anymore.", she barked, and the men nodded, spreading out to comb the area for survivors.

Sonja herself walked over to the group of people on the street. One man, holding two cleavers, was talking to himself. Weird. Still, no reason to be rude. Sonja strode over, extending her hand for a shake. "Why, hello. Busy night, isn't it?"

Something heavy thumped onto the sidewalk, with a wet squish sound as well.

Lazarus looks to his left to see a well dressed woman barking orders. While he was pleased with Vannis' cruel fate, he also agreed with the Batgirl's sentiments. Killing Vannis out in the open like that would only lead to frenzied henchmen sacking Gotham. As unnatural as it was, he agreed with the Bat for once. Lazarus sheathed one of his cleavers as he shook the woman's hand. He was still holding onto his other blade, however; not fully knowing the lady's intentions. "Who are you, and who is this man who killed Vannis?" asked Lazarus.

[Tomia]

Floyd Martin
Suddenly Martin saw someone moving at incredible speeds intercept his spear. Things were getting crowded now and the odds weren't in his favor. "I'm not here to rob any bank. I'm here to settle scores." He said to Katie before turning to Valancy. "This isn't over. Not by a Longshot." He said to her, pressing the button of a communicator on his belt and soon the rope of a helicopter dropped down from the hole that Martin HD created in his attacked. He climbed up the rope and half way up he dropped a grenade down to where Valancy and Katie were. He doubted it would kill them, but it would keep them distracted while he escaped.

Cora
Cora made her way through the burning building, blasting apart debris when necessary. She rescued a little girl and her older brother who hadn't been able to make it out and then went back as apparently there was another family still inside. Cora made her way back inside but a beam suddenly fell from the ceiling and fell on Cora. Cora winced as her hands were burned by the flames. She pushed it off of herself quickly however and headed toward the family. She had to move quickly as the building was very dangerous. She found the two people who were trapped and broke down their door before grabbing them and flying out the window just before an explosion sent flames through out the building.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Garnet nodded at Masami. If nothing else, she appreciated that the kitsune didn't mind the shift in mood and didn't feel like prying much further; after all, she could only elaborate so much before delving into things that she judged were best left forgotten. Now, the truth was that she was quite curious about Masami's story herself; what had truly led her to this monster hunting life? What was that unfortunate incident she was talking about? Indeed, she was quite curious, but did not ask. It would not do to reward the woman's discretion by asking her about her past, after all. Even if she was more open about it, the blonde woman still didn't feel like it would be the fair thing to do, and heaven knew life by itself was unfair enough already.

Hearing the fox lady say that they had company, however, Garnet immediately put the mask on and drew the nameless sword and the arcane pistol, holding them at the ready in anticipation for whatever was to come. When she found herself surrounded by several black-clad figures, she had to resist the impulse to just start shooting at once, though, as Masami didn't seem to react immediately either, and so far the enemy hadn't made any move. As she observed, though, she couldn't help but notice that the warriors surrounding her appeared to be... catgirls. Garnet blinked twice beneath the mask.

Then, of course, appeared three of these so-called 'bakaneko' in particular who were not clad in black like the rest. Garnet didn't exactly have the senses required to detect teh great magical presence within them, but even then, she could tell they were special, especially the one at the lead, but then, that was hardly unexpected, considering she was at the lead. Hearing Azami call Masami her niece, though, the blonde woman blinked again.

"So." She interrupted, with little regard for etiquette. "The first thing that happens when I come to Japan is that I end up meeting a foxgirl and get swept up in a family feud that involves fighting catgirls, one of whom is said foxgirl's aunt." She summarized, nodding to herself.

"This is, like, exactly what I expected Japan to be like."

[Tomia]

Samantha Grimm
Samantha's smile faded at her sister's words. She knew that Sarah was right. They couldn't settle down, not now. Not with this murderous wizard after them. Maybe they would never be able to. Maybe they were destined to wander for the entirety of their lives.

"Ya, you're right Sarah. I guess it's just a silly dream." Sam said, a little crestfallen, playing with her fork aimlessly. "Come on, we should pay our bill and leave. The sooner we get to Gotham the better off we'll be. If you're still hungry Hannah, you can take some more food to go." Sam said to her younger sister.

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Salis turned back to the lounge, an idea coming to mind. He reached reached out to the structure in his mind and visualized the center of the building. Grasping at the fabric of space and time he did what he had done several times before. Suddenly the building shuddered as the roof started falling in. Walls started to shake and crack from the power of what he had created. Salis turned back to the police and news crews.

"Let this be a monument to all your sins," he called out over what had become a roaring wind going towards the center of the building, "to remind you of what happens to those who prey on others." Then the front walls of the building came crumbling inward, concrete and stone being torn apart as it came towards what looked like a dark tear. Salis then realized he had made this one far too strong. Wind pulled at him so hard that he was almost lifted off his feet. A police barrier was launched into the air from it's strength. As the path of destruction approached him, Salis turned to run. It was too late though. He was swiftly picked up and thrown into the thing he had created. After swallowing him, the hole quickly collapsed in on itself and left a crater where the lounge had been.

[Siliarba]

CeeCee
Joker's Funhouse

The fight against the Joker had started, and Daniel had already gotten him to spill the beans on his plan. But the Joker never liked doing a plan without making sure people knew what it was. This fight should be over in moments once I'd step in to help. Read their moves, adapt to them, try to predict what will happen and strike, a single attack should be enough. Getting in a good position, just a few more seconds, wait for the best moment. And then, ..., attack. There it was, both backed off from each other preparing for another strike, this was the moment to attack, his defenses would be low and his attention focused purely on Daniel, he'll never know what hit him before it's to late.

In a moments notice I charged forwards, revealing my position, but what should have been a simple take down, changed quickly. Mid-charge a strong uneasiness came over me, I couldn't focus and all my attention was forced in a different direction, I lost control, lost balance, fumbled and fell down. The Joker made a witty remark followed by a laugh at noticing my stumbling, but I couldn't hear it, cold sweat ran over me and I was shaking like I was stricken by a heavy fever. With a heavy shake in my breath I talked "This can't, no, this shouldn't, how can this even." Trying to get up I kept fumbling and tripping, but I turned around quickly and ran away from the Funhouse in the direction of the Den, as fast as I could.

Physically there was nothing wrong, but the connection between myself and DeeDee, I couldn't feel it at all, it just vanished. It was as if I suddenly lost half of what I am and that feeling caused all the symptoms I was showing. Using the suit I tried to stabilize myself and with it's jets I moved as fast as I could to the last location I felt DeeDee's presence. We should never have tested what splitting up did with the suppression field having weakened the connection, let's just hope whatever happened it can still be fixed, please still be there DeeDee.

[Finland SSR]

Itaku

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Finally! Some time alone so I can develop my character just a bit!

I mean... what?

With Shaytan's command, the entire squad rose up from the ground and flew right into the battlefield. The old and bearded prince was in the front, and like always, charged into he enemies head-on. Always trying to be first and crush thruogh the enemies to take care of them quickly. Meanwhile, I was in the flank, and landed in front of a small group of alien soldiers. Battle Jackets, scouters, blasters on their hands, scared faces - definitely Frieza Soldiers. They didn't even look like a threat - I almost didn't want to hurt them! But, reluctantly, I still did.

Without giving the soldiers time to react, I moved right in the center and sent a devastating uppercut to the tallest one of them. He was flinged back almost a mile - I didn't get to see him again. Afterwards, I moved out my hands to the sides and stretched out my palms, forming a cross-like pattern with my body and then powered up. The grunts got simply blown away by my aura. A few other troops jumped up and charged at me, but instead of retaliating, I waited. There were at least six of them attacking. I waited until they came closer, then dispatched them all in a blink with precise chops to the neck. It looked like I flashed for a moment, and then the entire team fell down on the ground, all dead.

"Itaku, stop playing around!" One of my teammates shouted out while punching down an android. Well, I did take my time dispa- ZAM! A Celestial Android blasted me from the sky. I was flinged back and fell on my back, but aside from the pushing force, it didn't do much damage to me. I flashed from my position with Zanzouken, then appeared behind the android and vaporized it with an energy wave. An another android charged at me, but FLASH! It was just an after-image. While the robotic enemy was trying to realize what happened, I sent a powerful side-kick at him, sending him crashing on the ground. I finished the combo with a barrage of energy blasts, pummeling the ground and covering most of the battlefield with dust and fumes.

"Hehe... I've almost forgot how fun it is to fight!" I said to myself. "All that time beating a training dummy is-" I couldn't finish the sentence, as a Class X Celestial Android appeared out of nowhere and shut me up with a swift kick to the jaw. This time it actually hurt. I took a look at my opponent. It looked like it as covered in a strange white veil of energy...

"Watch out!" Shaytan shouted. "It's somehow powered up far beyond it's original power! Use the Full Power transformation!"

"I'm not going to just go into my full power right now!" I exclaimed back at him. "Maybe this android is not as powerful as you think!" With this statement, I rushed right at the Celestial Android, opening up with a barrage of powerful punches and kicks. The fighting seems to have ceased, or at least not as prevalent as it was before. Maybe the battle is beginning to end? Meanwhile my opponent wasn't dodgng or running, just... taking it. With ease. He just looked at me like he was confused or something. A few seconds of hopeless fighting, and he finally made a move. With a devastating shoulder strike to my stomach, no less, followed by a wide kick to fling me away. The Android continued his combination by following the flying me and blowing me down to the ground with a Double Axe Handle. And then, a barrage of energy bolts.

I slowly stood up and looked to the sky. Shaytan was watching, and not even trying to help. He was taking this as a test for me. To see if through the 10 years he has been training me, have I learned anything? Fine. If he wants to, I'll show the full extent of my powers. I haven't used this form in a while to conceal my power from the zealots in Hera who are searching for the First Angel, but they are not here. I floated a bit up and clenched my fists, then started powering up as much as I can. My almost pure white aura started rapidly increasing and becoming more and more flame-like, until...

It ticked. The aura and my skin bursted into pure light green, the hair stood up more and became almost pure green, and I gained a lot if muscle mass. Far less than what the males get, but the power increase is the same. Plus, my clothing stayed intact. That's also a good thing. I was in my Full Power form - the zenith of a Heran's power. The members of the Nihil Novi all gasped in surprise and shock, but Shaytan stood calm.

"P-Prince Shaytan... the girl is almost as strong as you..." A Heran woman exclaimed. "Could it really be?"

"That's just what I want you to believe." Shaytan responded calmly, watching the fight as I flew up to the same level as the Celestial Android. He always claimed that it will take me a long time before I can even reach his power. I did believe it - he always looked so powerful, and toyed with me in training sessions. I alwats trained as hard as I could to keep up.

But anyway, that is not the biggest thing of importance right now. I eyed down the Android with a calm, but seemingly furious face, then flashed out of my position and re-appeared to the left of him. Tbe fight began with a blow exchange. We were fighting all around the area, with only the shockwaves visible to the normal eye. No combatant was getting an edge in the fight, so it ended in a stalemate, and we wnt back to our starting position. This time, I did not wait, and attacked the enemy without giving them a chance to take a breath. Granted, androids don't breathe, but it's not important. Anyway, this time it went better for me. I landed a bunch of pummeling hits to the chest and abdomen, then finished with an energy wave. Right between the blast, I saw the aura around the Android vanish, and thus he got completely vaporized.

I took a sigh of relief. At leas this fight's over.

"A large horde of enemies is approaching." Shaytan casually exclaimed. "Celestial Androids, about a million of them."

"And what's for lunch?" I commented.

"Scorched metal." The group chuckled. It's like we couldn't take this seriously anymore. But the fight was just beginning...