Terra

The Black Angel lurched backwards as the Granzon began to explode. DArkness engulfed the metagear as it triggered the Black Halo shield, rampaging negative tachyons deflecting the brunt of the debris and concussive force accompanying the machine's destruction. Sensors easily revealed that only part of the mech was gone, another part of it, presumably containing its pilot, having utilized a hastily crafted wormhole to slip away to avoid destruction. In truth, Iliana hardly cared. The machine was gone, and by all appearances the entirety of the Trantor forces were in full rout.

The Black Halo faded and Iliana regarded her erstwhile partner, the super robot her computers labeled the White Wraith. Like she needed them to tell her that. She knew what the machines was, and who piloted it. She wasn't really sure why it was here, though. It wasn't like he was actually a Knight...

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"All Trantor forces in retreat, Captain. Orders?"

"Let them go, Lieutenant. Form battle groups. I want full cover for the descending drop ships, however. Give me two squads of Angels on that duty. And I want a full battle assessment in two minutes."

"Aye, Captain."

Commander Talen sat quietly in her seat, surveying the holoscreens she had projected up around her. Shots of the Black Angel, the Xelas, the White Wraith, and a number of Trantor mechs, ships, and other vehicles decorated them. A new screen revealed the presence of one of Ashrum's secret projects, the Phantasma. She knew little about that, of course. It was like she sat on Marduk's little board of directors for his beloved Harkonen Project. The data was interesting, however, and watching the sealing of the spatial anomaly doubly so. With a nod the dark haired woman activated her comms.

"Raven, follow the Phantasma. Provide all neccesary assistance to take out the final enemy unit."

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The Black Angel seemed to nod, its nightmare features dipping slightly towards the White Wraith before the black mech simply turned and shot away towards the Xelas. Dropping well below the Phantasma's line of assault, Iliana moved at a relatively sedate pace for the moment, studying the data flowing their the link into her mind. The Angel's onboard sensors were far more advanced than those utilized by the San Rafael and the Ninth Fleet itself, courtesy of whatever ancient genius had designed the beast. Spatial anomalies and temporal fluxes moved aroundand through the target vessel constantly, even before the creation of the massive... man? Iliana shrugged as she amped her thrusters, tripling her attack speed in less than a second as she did so.

The Angel approached from a forty five degree below the Xelas's horizontal X axis, essentially firing up into the ship's lower hull as it closed distance. From the mecha's chest erupted twin blasts of negatively charged tachyons, enveloped in blazing cocoons of radiant ethereal energy. Slowed by the halo of energy, the tachyons would onyl move at roughly the speed of light, but the added punch, particularly against energy based defenses would be worth it. Indeed the presence of the ethereal shielding would actually serve to make the resistant to any sort of metaphysical meddling, much like certain types of electronic signals can be used to jam communications or sensor communications.

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"Captain?"

"Yes Commander?"

"Make sure that our Ether Lances and Apocalypse Cannons are prepared to fire and trained on that ship. I have a feelign that this one won't just go away."

Enoichi left the Banshee drop ship after Rika, letting the fleeter of foot rush out first to avoid getting trampled. He noticed the other knight, looking at her. Eno heard Rika calling back to him and turned to talk to Rasler.

"Are you ready?" He said with a smile as he walked out into the light of the new planet. He clicked his way down the ramp as he set down against the planets soil. Looking about he saw the forest that the Knights had landed in. He took in the sights and drew in a deep breath before realizing that Rika was speeding away.

"Oh, coming!" He called as his staff began to lift him off the ground, floating towards her. He spun about, continuing to float Rika's direction, but hoping to see if Rasler and perhaps this other Crimson Knight would be joining them.

Another enemy approached, the missle salvos opened as a variety of weaponry readied, mostly interceptor missles. Gennosuke would have to deal with the new enemy. As she neared the ship the salvos unloaded, a wall of missles followed her in wake, homing in or her coordinates and following her via her entrance into the first layer of shielding, or at least nearing it. Consequently some of the interceptor missles would collide with the tachyon ring causing an adverse effect, creating a point of stasis between two forces eventually annihilating both of them, or at least dispersing the energy to the point where each were neutralized as a threat. Surrounding the ring were a mass of heavy assault homing missles, some psionically guided missles, a few missles that even lacked corporeal form: they were composed primarily of layers of energy surrounding a power cell, the effects of these missles were used as a counter to the ethereal energies Gennosuke had encountered since this space-battle had started.

A voice came over commlinks "Do not think that you will slay us that easily, angel of darkness! For the well-being of my tribe, for all those who need me... I will vanquish you!!" The flurry of missles were subsequently followed with what looked like a series of gattling guns, of course this was quantum technology that had been gathered by one of the larger battlecruisers of the trantor fleet; one thing was odd, there were far more of the guns than would usually be armed upon a trantor ship, and they were seeming to be formed the hull of the ship, itself. As if the technology was actually a part of the ship, now. Some of the barrels were accompanied with phase-laser technology that utilzed hyperspace to attack opponents. All of the weaponry charged for a moment, then with the utmost precision the gatling guns would attempt to lay waste to the new mech. The flurry of lasers were accompanied with some of the gatling guns simply charging and firing one much more powerful blast of energy, plotting the progress of the mech so that they would intercept paths. There was literally no cooling time between vollys as whenever one gun was cooling others were firing to cover the slack. The phasing-beam technology fired causing a powerful laser to enter hyperspace and re-enter the present dimension within inches of any source of psionic presence within the targeted zone that was under-fire. "Weapon systems at 65%" said Gennosuke. Every weapon, every blast fired from the gatling guns were targeted to cover every possible position of movement.

"Consider those volleys your warning, warrior." Gennosuke said over open comlink "The next shall be much worse." as he ended his transmission Gennosuke sighed. He didn't want this, he wasn't made for this kind of combat, and yet he was doing this as if it were second nature to him... It was something about this ship... there was something odd about it.

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Meanwhile, the xelas, itself, began to undergo some automatic defense procedures. The entirety of the ship was covered in ancient runes, a sort of archaic text that was incomprehensible even to the most scholarly of intellectuals. Each of the runes began glowing a red hue, giving a sanguine glow from the entire ship. The voluminous amounts of light refracted off of the cosmic bodies of asteroids, small space-debris like Jamie Henderson, destroyed ships and even the giant avatar of Magnus which had so insidiously been designed by schrodinger. With that a large staple of the arsenal was revealed, ki blasters that held a minute amount of agron diluted into the energy, probably used to intercept other sorts of blasts. A larger more powerful quantum weapon, heavy turbolasers, ion cannons, and plasma cannons were among some of the things that would be armed at this point. Now the war for Magnus was truly set in motion.

The comms on board the xelas crackled and hummed as an incoming transmission cut in on whatever other communication might have been going on. Its source seemed to be none other than the black mech itself. The voice that came was not what one would have expected, particularly if they were aware of the pilots gender. A dual layer of sound, as if two voices in perfect unison erupted across the Xelas. One, obviously feminine and almost joyful; the other sexless and ageless, a thrumming intensity that carried upon it waves of ominous portent, as if the listener were finally hearing that dread voice from within the darkest confines of their childhood closets, the rasp that signalled that yes the boogeyman really was in there and that once all the lights were gone he fully intended on coming out to dine on our soul.

"One chance. One chance to surrender. Take it and live. Refuse and die."

The transmission cut off with a blaring hiss of static and a faint ring of psionic feedback that would only be felt by those normally sensitive to such things. Inside the cockpit of the Black Angel, Iliana grinned, tracking the motion of the incoming missiles, the mammoth salvo that the Xelas had unleashed in its attempt to destroy her.

This would be fun.

With the flare of its ether thrusters, the Angel shot forward, directly towards the incoming weapons. Blue light flared from the mech's head as the phton vulcans began to fire, tear drop shaped burst of photonic energy cutting through both solid and energy state missiles by the dozen. Iliana sent the mech into a diving spin, slipping past a rain of projectiles that found themselves caught in her wake, the force and disturbance of the thrusters tearing the missiles to pieces.

The Angel shot upwards, nearly ninety degrees from its prior trajectory, one clawed hand lashing out to take hold of a fairly hefty missile, instantly flipping it back in the direction it came to collide with an incoming swarm, the detonation ripping all involved to atoms. A burst of photons raked across the Xelas's shields, threatening the stability of the barrier. A diving roll sent the angel well out of the path of incoming weapons fire as the Xelas unleashed its cannons. A pulse of blue light exploded forth as one wing snapped forward, light rippling across its edge. The burst of mingled ethereal/psionic/phtonic energy slammed into a barrage of incoming weapons fire, both ballistic and energy based, destroying the assault before it could land.

"Enough playing."

A quick flicker of mental command activated the CrossGate Paradigm system, and the Black Angel vanished. Subspace warped and folded beneath the device's power as the mech was shot across to another point where it emerged into real space once more. The transfer itself would be near undetectable due in large part to the incerdible speed with which the transfer was accompished. Over such short distances the "teleport" would be nigh-instantaneous.

The Angel emerged above and beyond the Xelas this time, acting the instant it emerged to strike the enemy ship. Both clawed hands were folded across the mech's chest, reminiscent of a burial sarcophagus of ancient Egyptian make, its wings folded sedately behind it. In a blur of motion both arms swept forward, blazes of vibrant blue light streaming behind each outstretched clawed digit. Yet these were much more than simple contrails of light. As the arms reached their apex, fully extended to either side of the Angel, the trails of light themselves swept forward in whiplash fashion. Intensely concentrated crescents of combined ethereal, photonic, and psionic energy rushed headlong at the ship, carrying enough power to severely damage the vessel, if not outright destroy it. Energy barriers would be of little held in this situation, as they would be easily dispersed by the attack. Similarly it would take much more than some point defense interceptor to deal with each individual crescent, given the sheer length of the constructs. An interceptor might be capable of dealing with a small portion of a blast, yet the remaineder would rush past unheedful.

"One chance."

All was quiet within the psionic shield. The Guardians began to dissipate into dark particles that were pulled to the common-point of the insulated and well-protected egg in the center. The egg began to split releasing voluminous amounts of heat, stimulating particles or 'ley lines' to the point where their trajectory would pass through all sentient creatures within a mile radius, instantly heralding his arrival with a loud screech from the Guardians. The most of the energy was kept within the psionic barrier, which seemed to be static. The energy bounced haphazardly within the shield keeping homeostatic levels. He had ingested the guardians, which would internally keep up the external barrier, he himself was creating the energy that was erratically bouncing off of the psionic barrier like a rubber ball off of concrete walls. Of course something like this was so minute that it couldn't even be seen. The psionic barrier pushed inwards, creating stasis with external forces that might want to disarm it, but it also was pushed outwards by the energies that collided with it inside, of course the opposite effect could be initiated as well.Even had he been removed or sent within alternate dimensions, trapped under a thousand-foot pressure of the ocean he would still technically be within his own environment within this barrier, simply almost as if it were an alternative to the current place the war is.

Arise, Anathema, and set havoc upon your prey.
Judge only despair upon all.
Soon the hour of manifestation will be at hand.

The egg collapsed giving way to the new herald of idea. The features of who was formerly Jack theoman were grotesque. His skin was a sickly greenish color, almost resembling that of a plant. His hair was thick and organic looking, as if it weren't hair anymore. A large artery or vein went across the left side of his face, passing around his eye. Just below the epidermis. His body was unclothed but there seemed to be a sort of organic tendrils that seemed attached to his flesh covered some parts of his extremities providing some sort of censorship, even though he definately was not human. "Huhuhu...." He chuckled, his voice had the ring of a late 20's man, and that of a demon, both intertwined, two voices at once. Overall his appearance was somewhat humanoid. More of the vein-like tendrils surfaced along his right arm as a growth seemed to cover over the arm giving it a look of infection to it.

The insides of the barrier that had been present far before the bringing of the nanites or any other character had been near him was purged from the inside to the outside of foreign substance with a searing energy. His heart rate began to shift, muscle mass slightly increased as new strands of muscle grew over each other, his body conforming so that it would instantly adjust to environmental manipulation. Abruptly he curved his torso slinging his right arm towards a new entity that he had sensed, a bone ripped from the flesh of the side of his arm, firing out towards the figure the bone flew through the air at an incredible speed traversing the distance like a long-range sniper round. It aimed to blindsight Serra and impale her from behind, but the design of the bone was something much more, biokinetically enhanced it was made to be more than just piercing or impactive. It was something truly best avoided. His voice spoke, echoing from all angles as he continued his saunter towards her. "Hello, shrew. May I have this dance?" The figure said. His voice were that of a regular man in his later 20's, nothing out of the ordinary about this half, but at the same time a second voice rumbled in a deep, resonating tone. The more he moved towards her the more effective his decleration field became upon the energies Serra had released, telekinetically he nudged the blasts within the deceleration field. Once the attack upon agron had been just slightly redirected it wouldn't be of any threat.

Truly this was no longer the kind-hearted Jack Theoman, because in reality Jack theoman, his true body, was located high above the earth's atmosphere in the Dreadnaught, he had been harvested as a human, a second copy of himself by some means of complex cloning had been created from his original genetics, his real body was put on a sort of life-support he served as one of the many humans that was sustinance for the ship. With his true body there had anathema been completely destroyed any number of times in the future the herald could be reborn or recreated in a similar fashion. This was the neverending cycle, like a phoenix, anathema, he who is hated, he who carries the conciousness of Jack Theoman but is forced to bend to the whim of Idea; This is Jack's new life.

An army of incredible numbers been mobilized in front of the many Agron clones in a desperate attempt to annihilate them from the face of existence, however the method that they would use in countering these incredibly powerful attack would've been stupidly simple if not, to the equivalent of shooting one's self in the foot with their own gun. Like all weapons.. rifles, machine-guns, rail-cannons, missiles, rockets, and all other various tools of destruction, there was one thing they all had in common.

Light..

None of them even had to move, but rather just keep on running, closing the distance and making their counter-method just that much more powerful, utilizing the crystals that were their eyes - they channeled the thousands of sparks all let off at once into their eyes, and due to the awesome speed that light possessed, it became incredibly easy for them to simply reflect it back out in less than a nano-second, long before the bullets would've made it anywhere near them. As a result, a hundreds of fragmented light beams were sent back at the projectiles, incinerating each and every last one of them in an instant, coupled with this, if the shield contained the wrong properties, then at such close range and having been moving for quite some time, the shield that was meant to defend the androids would surely perish, along with a fairly decent portion of androids.

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Meanwhile, the solidified block of iron would also serve its purpose as a means of outright - eradicating Raikar through a similar means, however this means was a bit more complex than what had been used by the second set of clones. What Raikar hadn't witnessed, was the crystallization of the iron arm-blades that had been proved earlier, merely deteriorating into dust particles, but still maintaining their crystallized forms - in short - simply being downsized into something of a much smaller nature, having been forced back into their micro-forms from the fog that had been produced, coupled with minor instability, induced by what was to come next.

This was where the crystals came into play, merely redirecting the light from one crystal to another in a series of repetitions; essentially forming a massive cage of interwoven light, producing enough heat to eliminate the nanites before they could 'terminate' the block from existence, seeing as how light was not only a source of thermal-energy, however it acted as a point-blank range, instantaneous counter-attack, the psionic shield acting as an anti-warp field of sorts, effectively eliminating the possibility of it simply being a teleportation attempt of sorts.

As an additional effect of these thousands of tiny "mirrors", any possible chance of the shards doing any damage even if they had penetrated Anathema's shield would've been rendered into oblivion in less than a fraction of a nanosecond in-part, thanks to the light-source provided by Raikar and were now proceeding the angle the light in both he and his partner's directions.

It was a simple, yet ironically complex fast-paced, chain-reaction, controlled by the clones in their micro-forms; literally the perfect defense, merely angling their positions and concentrating on the azure shards that were plummeting down towards Alutrosity, completely overwhelming each and every last one of them, in an epic display of raw heat-energy fueled by a subtle preparation at the beginning of this fight.

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As for Raikar, what he had failed to realize this entire time was that, while he was so infatuated with his little trap, he had failed to realize that the tendrils had never once 'disconnected' from from the behemoth's body; the only thing they had done at all was uncoil and stretch out, his very reason for sending them out in the first place - proof of this being the acidic liquid he injected into the ground. Of course one would normally think that the soil would've absorbed the liquid before it had a chance to do much damage, however these weren't mere droplets like the last time.

The figure of Alutrosity merely opened his mouth, releasing a cluster of protons and electrons from his mouth, coming together due to their natural attraction to one another, forming a sort of neutron shield around his body, condensing the oxygen around in the air, inducing a dramatic drop in temperature. In a concurrent fashion, he was pumping that same acidic fluid out of his tendrils and back underground, coupled with an added electric charge to increase levels of toxicity to the point of burning through the flesh, completely severing them off from his body.

It worked as a double-edged blade, producing the same results as before; one massive explosion of catastrophic proportions, occurring directly underneath Raikar and Shaden's feet. If this lethal attack were to hit, not only would they shocked and incinerated, but if they did manage to survive that deadly inferno, they'd also have to worry about breathing in the toxic chemicals, which if inhaled will deteriorate flesh upon immediate contact. Alutrosity himself had nothing to worry about, seeing as how his temperature drop would've acted as a relatively weak-shield but enough to reduce the levels of heat thrown at him, coupled with his well-crafted exoskeleton.

The Captain smiled, shaking his head as the odd resistance force tried to counter attack against the Titan onslaught. Rays of blazing radiance extended from the winged, rocky beasts, pinging and lancing the incoming slugs. Certainly, a number of the radiant beams of light would be able to nick, scar, and carve chunks from the fast moving hunks of metal, but in reality such a defense was all but useless against in this situation. If the Imperial Forces had launched a missile salvo, for instance, the laser barrage would have been a perfect defense, serving to detonate the projectiles long before they arrived at their targets.

But here, it was an utter failure.

The clones quickly found themselves decimated as the rain of hypersonic slugs plowed through their meager light defense, slamming into the targeted bodies with chilling force. With the clones went the block, buildings crumbling from the force of being struck by both the numerous shock waves and the odd rail slug itself. The massive cloud of dust would have been easily visible from any part within the city, and even easier from outside, had there not been a metallic dome in the way.

As for those beams of light that shot towards the troops themselves, the portable shields had made quick work of those, laser fire being such a common and easily counterable weapon that evne the most basic of Imperial defensive hardware was designed to easily and utterly defeat it. The Captain turned his head, waving a hand forward as he signalled to one of his Lieutenants.

"McRay, give me a mana drop on that spot. I want to make sure it's spot clean before we move."

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Now where did you come from?

Even as the strange, bony projectile shot towards her, Serra began to turn. With a supple twist and bend of her waist, the attack slipped past without harm, shooting down the street along which she had so recently attacked. With a flick of her wrist and a barely audible quartet of syllables, the Admonisher unleashed a concussive force unto the bone, shattering it into subatomic particles once it was well away from her and out of range of any possible harm. For safety's sake the spell was coupled with a mana rip, obliterating any less than natural effects that might have been triggered by its destruction.

Serra turned, regarding the beast that even now slouched towards her in its sickening, pathetic tromp, spittle dripping from thick, distorted lips. Her enhanced vision told her much of the mutant's status, physically, ethereally, and otherwise. The psionic field emanating around the beast was visible, to her at least, as a faint pulsing in the air surrounding the monster. With an unyielding frosty calm, Lieutenant St. John slipped a pair of cards from her left pocket, taking one in each hand with their backs turned to the mutant so that he might see the Ace of Spades emblazoned thereon.

"Sorry, I don't dance."

With a flicker of motion Serra sent both cards flying, one to either side. In an instant the cards had vanished into the buildings along the sides of the streets. Yet the mutant before her would have more to worry about than where a couple of playing cards went. As the cards were released, her motion reveresed slamming her palms together before her, fingers pointed in a straight line at the monster's chest. For this, Serra would call on a more elemental, more primal, less complex assault. No spells required, only pure will and natural talent.

The instant the hands swept together, electricity had begun arcing across the fingers of either side. As the clap of flesh against flesh rang out, that self same electricity found itself magnifyed a thousand fold and sent hurtling into the deformed Anethema. The sheer concussive force and electrical energy of a massed electrical storm was collected into that single lash of power, and the entirety of it was subject to Serra electrokinetic whim and whimsy, and its reaction time would be in and of itself utterly insane.

It was going to take more to dodge this than a simple bone.

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The blue shell lobbed easily into the area formerly occupied by the Agron clones, unintercepted as their wasn't a currently standing clone or anything resembling one to try intercepting it. Not that it would have mattered as hitting it with a laser would have accomplished the same thing as letting it detonate.

The shell erupted on impact, unleashed a rippling series of concentric rings of blue light. The light itself stopped short of the assembled army, as the Captain hadn't wanted to chance his own troops getting caught in the null blast. For what was caught in it, however, it was sure to be hell.

Given the nature of the clones, it had been fairly easy to determine that they were of some sort of "magical" make up, whatever their creator wanted to call it. After all, normal, non-magical rock doesn't get up and fly aroundand shoot lasers at people pew pew. Thus the Mana Drop. A wildly fluctuating series of ethereal waves washed over the area that contained the Clones' broken forms, and as each wave passed it obliterated any opposing wave force in the area. Each wave would effect only those in opposition to it, but as each wave was different from the last, and those before it, by the end of its thirty second life span, the Mana Drop would have utterly annihilated all forms of metaphysical, supernatural, psionic, what have you energy and fields in the area.

To be brief, it was a bitch and a half.

The agron-infected ki-blasts it existed on dual planes, the spiritual, as it was spiritual energy, and the physical, as it was impactive tangible and able to be physically meddled with. Every blast that was fired at the crescents was not nearly powerful enough to stop them in their tracks, nor was this the purpose of the blasts. They were meant to water-down the blasts to something the initial shield could deal with. Once the energy blasts had been cut through the agron-particles were able to jump energies, infecting themselves with the psionic, ethereal, and photonic energies. This would give the electro-magnetic field something to work with leaving after the first photon-burst just enough energy to stop the multitude of crescents by deassembling them on an atomic, and particle, level. Just as this blast was deconstructed the electro-magnetic field went down.

"Shit.." Gennosuke said. "These guys aren't pulling any punches here." He said as he observed the outer-most layer of shielding go down. We're going to need to take it easy on the agron-infested cannons, we're going to need the layer of shielding of it applied indefinately, later. He still had his temporal field up and he had his 'energy retaliation' field on, as well as the gravitational field that Magnus had assembled. "There's still plenty of shielding left." He kept a close moniter on the statue within the main hall that seemed to produce the gravitational shield, the one Magnus had summoned earlier. The other two defenses were set by himself and he had plenty of control regarding them.

As if by the request of the pilot of the Black Angel, Gennosuke upped the offensive and defensive powers of the ship. "Offensive and defensive power have now both been raised to 75%" He said. The ship began to lurch as the gravity-shields released pulling any and everything around the ship inwards, the same powerful force of a black hole. Asteroids and meteors were pulled in but as as they neared the ship they were crunched into smaller and smaller pieces, it seems that there was a high degree of pressure going towards the ship that basically mashed anything that neared the ship into particle-sized bits. Before the astroids even got near the ship they were completely crushed into space-dust. Even energy was subjected to this amazing field, energy that was released would simply increase the pressure furthermore.

Assuming anything that had neared the ship's hull (Which would be nigh impossible due to the pressures ability to compress a moon-sized base arming the strongest of alloys to about the size of a nickel.) Would be processed and dispersed among the runes for assimilation, their technology would simply become a part of the xelas, just like the previous weaponry that had failed against the unique ship, and the abandoned Trantor vessel.

You've just broken the very thin sheet of ice you've been standing on.. I may no longer protect you.. Gennosuke thought. He viewed the mecha that offered it's ultimatum just moments ago; watching it with almost a tinge of remorse.

Shaden: "Finally..."

He could only grin as the clone army launched into action, going on the defensive, and the offensive, simultaneously. Well, something was going on... it wasn't much, but it was indeed something -- the start of a valiant effort, and a flash of hope for these hopeless warriors The group moved en masse, launching a laser assault that they hoped would be the end of the Kaos Enforcers battling there. In the wind indeed... Shaden hadn't been so blind as to make note of the scattered iron particles in the air, and as they began to move again within the fog, he took his own evasive maneuvers, preparing for what he figured to be a retaliatory strike in the same vein of the attacks that he and Raikar had launched concurrently.

Dropping swiftly to the ground, Shaden brought his hand up, the Assassin's Fog stretching backwards as it continued its assault, enveloping both him and Raikar, the iridescent cloud sweeping back across the pair to defend them perfectly against the onslaught of the beams. Far more than mere a mere weapon, the Moon Blade was a focus, a solid manifestation of the soul and power of a deity; as such, a few dozen lasers weren't really going to effect it all that much one way or the other. That said, the beams and the resulting heat neither pierced the fog, nor in any way diverted or slowed its course onward towards Altruosity.

The defense he raised around both himself and the Major was a courtesy -- the man did not need his help, and it was entirely likely that within moments he would be chastising the Captain for the help. Eh, would have to wait... the vibrations under his feet made that more than clear enough. With another sweep of his hand, he spread a sheet of hellfire across the earth, the crimson flames intensifying, glowing a brilliant white as they all but negated the explosive shockwave attack, flattening the concussive, shocking force and diverting it outwards, resulting in a ring of explosions around the edge of the hellfire carpet, the gas either incinerated or likewise turned away simultaneously.

Watching the new chaos that surrounded them, Shaden took in the lasers, estimating their intensity and power by way of their reaction against the shield of the Assassins' Fog. Light... heat. Nothing else, and nothing that would harm him in the slightest. Sighing, he closed his eye, shaking his head slightly.

Shaden: "Damn it... guess I spoke too soon. Well. Always next time, boys."

Moonlight Haze

Where once was Fog was now a foul energy, a dull silver haze that swept outwards, bringing with it a far more potent toxin than those that Altruosity had attempted to wield against the enforcers. Anything living within the mist would soon find its energy draining rapidly, drawn off into the ether as that strange, deathly smoke attempted to drag every creature within it to the afterlife, by way of negating the energy of life, simply, with that of un-life. Could they handle this one, maybe? Shaden couldn't wait to see.

He watched her perform the sudden parlor trick. His chest heaved for a moment, and he spewed out what looked like one of the guardians, a blurr of motion was seen as he had stuck what seemed to be an incubi within it. The guardian was used as a projectile, into one of the buildings behind her. This caused a mass of rock and debris to fall down roughly to the ground below, he then heard her voice:

"Sorry, I don't dance."

Then perhaps the little game they would play would be some sort of gamble? Surely he wasn't gambling anything upon this, all the variables he had were erased, and he already viewed this a victory for Idea. He watched as she conjured some sort of electrical energy, it entered his decleration field but was still far quicker than his reaction rate permitted. Luckily the barrier placed by the guardians was still up, but only at 3/4 it's original power. The electrical storm of energy raged outside his barrier, some of it striking within charring flesh, most of it simply crackled outside of the barrier. Bits and pieces of charred flesh dropped off his body as underneathe it was a raw layer of red flesh. It definately wasn't enough to kill him, but it definately hurt him, and it did a number on the psionic barrier that had been constructed. Some of his flesh grew over a thick layer of insulation adapting.

"A wonderful light show.." He stated, his lungs inhaled as his chest puffed and then with a scream he roared out towards her, it was of such high supersonic pitch it could easily dull one's senses. Windows along side the street shattered and the raw concussive force of the blast, and pitch, the pure force was enough to easily plow over a car, the brunt of the blast was directed right at his opponent. As the windows shattered the glass-shards all seemed to suspend in zero-gravity, even after it passed after his target. They were within reach of his telekinetic abilities and so he commanded them to stay. His arms were raised out to either side, and with a smacking of his hands all the shards closed in on the woman iron-maiden style, but instead of a torturously slow demise this would be quick, efficient, and a step above even the electromagnetic storm.

Meanwhile a number of things had been prepared for the grand chaos that Idea had commanded him to do. Even his incubi was directly linked to his leyline of power. He began to channel his energy through these pathways. He couldn't keep up the psionic barrier anymore, his best defense would have to be his offense. His power that he had aquired had been vast, but his physical and power-based maturation was not yet complete, like a child that still lacked some motor functions, Anathema lacked his full capacity.

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Far above the earth's atmosphere in space lurked the Dreadnaught, constantly feeding energies into the herald that was below. Constantly awaiting him to call upon the help of Idea. Havoc would be created as the winged demon loomed over viewing the microscopic battle from the point of space. Of course it was safely out of distance from the battle that was at hand with Magnus and the other supermecha, and the Dreadnaught had no intention of bringing it's own forces into the battle below. Anathema would be enough, Jack would be enough.

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Anathema surveyed the area before him with confidence - no, almost arrogance. Suddenly, his demeanor changed: "Shit.. shit... shit... shit!!!" Said the voice of a regular human male, escapeing from an extremely inhuman creature. "Get me out of here... GET ME AWAY FROM HIM!!" What was he referring to? Was it something of larger scale then this mutant that stood there before the city? Was it a god hovering above, viewing the tiny insects that were situated upon this miserable planet? A mental shock flowed through jack/anathema's body; regaining his composure the beast viewed up from a kneeled position, a reptilian slit that was his eye surrounded by yellow iris was covered by a translucent membrane that moved from left to right, his 'normal' eyelid shut over his eye, when he opened it, everything was put through another perspective.

Perfect...

It seemed that chaos had truly been unleashed upon New Terra, and that realization had only to be further emphasized by the massive mana wave that came sweeping down upon the planet, in a futile attempt at eliminating the essence within the rock...the Agron clones weren't going to be beaten so easily...at least not without some help from a "Heavenly" entity watching over them from the skies. Strangely enough, that's exactly where their defense was and had been waiting the entire time, just for this particular occasion.

What was once a cloud was now starting to precipitate into a ominous black liquid, controlled through a telekinetic link that was connected to behemoth, Alutrosity. Coming down in a massive cascade, gliding upon an invisible surface and intercepting the mana, effectively breaking it down into its basic elements, before simply being absorbed into abysmal ocean of darkness. To add onto the awesomeness this substance possessed, an additional shield was placed over its controller, keeping its stability through the neutral charge that had already been surrounding the monstrosity to begin with.

With all the time spent sitting up in that cloud, and with Alutrosity analyzing the various charges through his sapphire eye, anyone who had a thought process even remotely similar to the monstrosity should've come to realize, that yet another trap had been set. The proper calibrations had been set and calculated accordingly to convert this assassin's fog into a lethal counter-assault, sort of creating an anti-virus, except in reverse. Instead of creating cures, Alutrosity was creating disease, channeling the fog in through the Dark Realm, immediately breaking it down and sending it coursing throughout the abomination's body, constantly regulating the flow of energy to reduce the risk of infection and possibly death.

An anti-Assassin's fog of sorts had been spawned here, tweaked to the proper proportions, so that it would not only act as a defense, but as an offense as well. Seconds passed and the heat produced by the Hellfire would surely start to evaporate the liquid into a caliginous mist of sorts, only to act as a viable conductor for spreading the neutron shield's influence throughout the area, condensing more and more oxygen in the area. A viable sheet had been produced, continuing to amplify its power, not only by utilizing the spirit particles it had taken in from summoning the familiars earlier in space, but combining it with basic laws of attraction; the Hellfire would be extinguished as a result.

As for the shards, Alutrosity merely lifted the severed tendrils connected to his left arm from the ground and proceeded to spray the toxic mist up and through the neutron shield, giving it an added boost, dissolving the shards until the Dark Realm could close up around his head, effectively breaking them back down into their basic elements. Soon enough all the energy gathered would be unleashed full force upon the pathetic shield that Shaden had put up for he and his partner.

All the elements of his attack had been channeled into it as well as his own defense, perfect for penetrating it, pumping this lethal mixture of attacks and defenses directly underneath their feet, in the same fashion as before, yet another explosion was produced,with all the energy packed of Shaden's fog and shards packed into it; proving to be enough to puncture the Hellfire that remained within the fog, thanks to the spiritual energy it now possessed -- courtesy of the Dark Realm.


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At least a thousand Agron clones that were still remaining up in space departed from Xelas, having not yet dispersed the Dark Realm substance from their systems which had been used earlier on to transport them to the moon coupled with a secondary layer being placed over them, after being multiplied from the minerals of the moon, relaying the source back to planet New Terra where they would drop down from the skies above, some as small as the clone army, while others were half, equal, and even bigger than Alutrosity himself; they appeared all around him, front-to-back, side-to-side, even above.

Everywhere.

This was only a mere glimpse at the amount of clones that were lined up; thousands upon thousands were still up in space, assisting Magnus in his battle against the Phantasma. The rest of the clones simply reconstructed themselves before the Android army, hidden in the dust that had been left from the previous explosion, slowly condensing to reclaim their previous state.

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Hundreds of insidious roars escaped the Dark Realm's confines, and out emerged those disgusting serpents, now winged and lengthening out to well over a hundred feet, individually, not to mention thousands of them all poured out at once, spreading across the sky, darkening the area with their pitch black bodies, blotting out the sun, eerily snapping their jaws at one another as well as the enemy, clearly no friendlier than Alutrosity.

A guttural croak escaped from their bowels, indicating some obvious irritation, and a sort of reluctance to fight off these creatures that were unknown to them, but nonetheless, they would still defend their last known living offspring.

So much for being cannon-fodder, miscreants, and inferior combatants...

With a whipcrack movement Serra withdrew the electrical charge, wrapping it about herself in almost unconscious reflex as she erected a defense against the sonic onslaught. A twitch of her right hand accompanied the rapid fire uttering of arcane algorithmic words, their sound lost in the initial bellowing of Anethema's attack.

As the sonic force struck, Serra's hand was extended, fingers crooked into a specific contortion to maintain the shield. It was an unidirectional spell, allowing her to focus the entirety of her will into the area in front of her. The air seemed to ripple under the force of Anethema's attack as it struck the kinetic wall Serra had caused to spring up. Powerful sound waves crashed against the inversely directed force, the vast majority of their strength being lost in the effort required to push through several inches of powerful resistance. What reached Serra was loud, to be sure, but little more than that.

The silence that followed was deep and painful as the second step of the monster's attack was leveled. A million glittering shards hung suspended in midair within the grasp of Anethema's mental vice for an instant that seemed to stretch into hours. Then with a whistling of shredded air, they struck in a storm of razor edged death.

"Incendios Gammurus!"

Serra's arms swept upwards, her prior shield already cut loose to fizzle and fade into nothingness. A radiant blast of light suddenly surrounded the woman, a raging vortex of blazing golden flames obscuring any visual one might have had of the Knight. As the hurtling glass shards swept into the flames, the sheer intensity of the holocaust instnatly rendered them first to liquid, then to nothing. Molecular bonds were ripped asunder in the face of the cataclysmic bonfire unleashed.

In a moment Anethema's glass was spent, rendered into mute gas by Serra's defense. The bonfire sputtered and twisted before it collapsed in upon itself, revealing the untouched Faith Chanter. One might ask how such a woman had survived the flames herself. That one would have misunderstood the spell that Serra had cast. She had not enveloped herself in the flames, she had become them herself. There had been no physical body remaining behind to scorch or burn for that brief few moments neccesary, merely more fire.

Drawing a deep breath, filling her lungs with the hot air that now permeated the street as she drew a pair of cards from the Deck, holding them tightly within her left hand. Her eyes moved slowly, calmly as she surveyed the lines of psionic force emenating from Anethema, noting their paths and connections. Without warning the woman's hand flickered forward, launching the pair of cards forward. The twin items sailed through the air with insane speed and accuracy, particularly for what seemed nothing more than reenforced cards. The two swished past Anethema's head in a near miss, vanishing into the city behind the beast. Serra frowned as the cards missed, glancing quickly at her hand to note the slight trembling present.

"You like dancing, huh? Well, let's see how well you two step. Gaous Rai!"

Serra's right hand swept upwards, compelling the force behind the spell to do the same. From the street below Anethema the earth itself attacked. Spears of compacted rock and stone shot upwards, seeking to impale the monster on their dozenfold razor edged points.


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The Captain and his army watched in puzzlement as the strange black cloud enveloped the Mana Drop's emanations, negating them somehow. Then in an equally puzzling action, it vanished. Perhaps it was spent? No one seemed to know.

"Sir, movement!"

Well didn't that just go figure. Slowly but surely the rocky creatures that had been blasted to bits previously were pulling themselves back together.

"These damn things are starting to wear on my nerves. Slag the whole thing. Gimme Inferno rounds, now!"

On command a second group of weapon wielders moved to the forefront. These particulars were wielding wht were for all regards large caliber grenade launchers. Immediately the air was quickly filled with the signature phoom phoom phoom sound of the rapid firing weapons. Fifty millimeter rounds arced past the protective shields in a constant rain. where the rounds hit they would unleash pure hell. High explosive warheads would saturate the previous blasted area with self igniting ultra hot burning gel. Metal, rock, flesh: all of it would melt and slag into a single pool of super heated sludge. For ten minutes at least the area would be liquid, then it would slowly begin to cool.

"Lieutenant. Make sure we have cryo-rounds and Sonic Battering Rams prepared and ready to go on my signal. Can't count on anything at the moment."

Shaden's cocksure grin vanished as that black cloud poured its foul rain down on the battlefield, negating and apparently absorbing the energy of the Moonlight Haze. His attack, his energy had been stolen, perverted, and likely was being stored for some massive counter-offensive in which it would be used against him. He didn't need the mental capacity of a monster to take in this information -- he could see it with his own eye. The Ghost Eye, to be exact, a technique that allowed him to see all of the energies and ethers in the area. Of course he could see what was going on with the energy that had comprised his former attack -- it was his energy after all, wasn't it? Or at least it had been.

Shaden: "You don't got the balls for that..."

Shaden narrowed his eye, watching as the attack was converted, augmented, and further amplified, even his Hellfire somehow shut down by the effects of that earlier attempt on the lives of both himself and the Major. If that airborne thing thought it could get away with this... it was dead wrong. Clenching his fists, he never took his eye off of the goings on in the sky, off of that behemoth Altruosity, even as the converted energy was redirected, aimed once more into a massive explosion set to go off at Shaden's feet. He didn't need to look down to see it, he didn't even need the use of his terrakinesis to feel the swelling in the ground as it prepared to erupt once more into a horrific and undoubtedly fatal explosion. The aura of the attack was his own, and Altruosity would have Shaden's own shadow be the death of him.

Of course, there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to let that happen.

The moment before that deadly earth-borne crescendo reached its climax, it ceased, the energy that Altruosity had summoned, that which he had stolen from and turned back on Shaden, vanishing in an instant, resuming its proper form and ownership. The Assassin's Fog, the Moonlight Haze, they were all the same attack, they were all the same energy -- borne of the Moon Blade -- and could not be controlled by anyone but Shaden himself. He could have unsummoned the Moon Blade's attacks at any point during that long and drawn out counter-attack, but he'd been curious, simply, curious to see just how far that beast was going to take it. He'd taken the Moon Blade's attacks, analyzed its make up and formed an equal and opposite attack in response. And in so doing, it had countered only one of the Moon Blade's many abilities, and in so doing, had hardly accomplished anything at all.

On the other hand, while the Moon Blade had cycled through and been corrupted by so many different energies belonging to Altruosity, including those that granted it access to that strange realm through which it had attempted to further pollute the Moon Blade's energy. The Moon Blade had absorbed those ethers, and now, thanks to this valiant effort, Shaden could now match and negate each and every one of them with the Ether Blade. In fact, he had already done just that, blocking out any and all additional poisons that had been returned alongside the Moon Blade's energy. Leaning back, Shaden shifted his weight fully onto his left leg as he dropped into a half-stance, assuming a famous stance -- Gatotsu -- that he'd learned in battle with an immortal swordsman named Einst not too long ago. Drawing his left hand back, cocking his elbow as he kept the blade angled forward, he held it across his chest, pointed along his right arm, held out in front of him, stretched forward with his palm aimed at the beast Altruosity.

Shaden: "Next time, think twice about taking something that doesn't belong to you..."

Three Step Shadow Walk

With a mighty thrust, Shaden launched himself forward, a powerful blast of kinetic force and ki accompanying his first step to propel him forward with incredible speed, doubled then tripled as he folded both the timestream, and then the ethers of the world around him to further accelerate his approach. Within fractions of a second, he had halved the distance between himself and the creature, having achieved the target speed for launching his real attack.

Wild Moon Annihilation

Twisting from the shoulder, in mid lunge he thrust once more, loosing the Moon Blade forward, the staff exploding forward as it bloomed into a massive wave of death ether. Through his palm, Shaden unleashed hellfire into the weapon to multiply the kinetic force of the attack to both increase its speed and impact exponentially, using the Moon Blade's own energies to circumvent both time and space, the weapon itself invoking both the Vapor Trails and Shadow Walk techniques to compliment the modified Shunpo with which he had initiated the attack. As a result, the Wild Moon Annihilation carried the blade through the ethers and through time itself, using the information it had absorbed earlier from Altruosity's machinations to negate and punch through any and every defensive measure he had made up until this point -- those same energies that had been used to turn the Moon Blade against its master were now all so easily negated by way of the 'death' ethers that the blade expelled in its wake. The force this beam of negation carried now would wipe out anything living in its wake, and its energies were specifically tuned to end the life of the creature Altruosity. Not even an escape into the Dark Realm would stop the Moon Blade from skewering its target now -- The Moon Blade could already replicate and negate the energies needed to make the journey. Eye narrowed, he drew upright as he released the blade, the weapon maintaining its own heading and position now of its own accord, floating freely in the air as Shaden turned his attention back to the army of clones. Whatever they were, that thing up top seemed dead set on protecting them, and so Shaden was all the more intent on destroying them.

Shaden: "Next."

OOC: No one intercepted, and there have been many posts. Enjoy your star-ship drop

Unfortionaly, above the city, a large ship, broke up in mid air, its systems damaged by leaking air pockets. "De-Combining... Nanites... AI... Mexcha.. sd-ds3zxdrsf" The curoupt core systems of the AI sent a pulse that could be felt by any Cybernetic, Artificial, Mechanical, or non organic being over the skies of New Terra, through every internet line, fiber cable, wireless data network. The first part, the nanites swarmed down, each one hungry for form, for food. They were consuming, tainting the patch of ground they found first, the trees turning into grey goo in less than 5 minuets. "Target consumed... SWARM... CONSUME INVADERS! CONSUME!" The nanite invasion had begun, and no target, big or small would be spared from their onslaught.

"The hell, who's fighting outside my GOD DAMNED House!" The musician begun, his clothes ruffled from falling asleep on a couch, in his small apartment. Somehow, he ended up in the middle of a battlefield, his humming the only protection against a massive Deathly Ether field around him. "Wha.. Death? Its too sad, lets play a happy song!" He pulled out his Guitar, an custom made, Transforming X-1 Stradivarius model, and played, "Having A Wonderful Time, By tiny Tim.

Now a song, in the middle of a battlefield, would nominally be an action reserved for suicidal folks, but his song was different. Powered by an odd form of Magics, it was called the Singing Arts. This Art, when used, could change the shape, feel, and look of a battlefield, as well as alter other magical effects, an Over-Ride, if one could call it that. Magical Singing arts were varied, from the forms of Rap Battles, to Ballad Epics, and this man was preparing a deadly force. Children's Music.

BGM: Tiptoe, Through the Tulips, by Tiny Tim

"Tiptoe to the window, by the window that is where I'll be" He began, the massive Death Ether being filled with a contrary Aura, the very life force seeming to be filled with a bright, happy, vibrant energy. "Come tiptoe through the tulips with me!" The Hi Pitched Voice caused the sun to appear to rise, and instead of the normal sun, it was replaced with a cartoonish, happy smiling face star, its bright rays filling the air with happiness, and love.
"Tiptoe from your pillow, to the shadow of a willow tree/And tiptoe through the tulips with me!"
He went on, the Death Weapon filled with its polar opposite, Life and Happy Thoughts, and so, the Musician went on, heading out of his home, to find a way out of this mess, his Happy Aura going on, as he sung, the High Pitched Voice singing on and on...

"The Invaders have Landed Sir... and they are setting up shop. According to scans produced from the falling battlecruiser, as well as our first Preliminary long range sensors, it seems they have a force of Powerful Ground Mecha. I advise we take the old Battlemechs, and start the Earth Cradle's production plants. Otherwise, we will be forced to use the Atomi.." General Commander Shinji Ikari slammed his fist down. "No Nuclear weapons. This will not end in World War 10! Launch Stealth Equipped Fighters, and the YB-12. We need more intel, and get me Hayate's status as soon as you can. She landed, and I need to know if I have the full Magic Squadron on the ready. The bridge bunnies went on their way, typing in commands on consoles, sending orders throughout the massive underground fortress.

"Ok, Shepard's ready to go..." In the uppermost part of the Earth Cradle, a massive rock formation, several planes were at the ready. Their leader, a black, YB-12 long range Stealth Camera Unit, was ready to launch. Its massive engines, powered by JP-7, and Tronium, were quite powerful, giving it the ability to go at mach factor 15 in atmospheres up to the very edge of space. Its sleek black shape, gave it the appearance of a so called UFO. It took off, heading deep into the sky, towards the Enemy area, with almost no resistance. Flying overhead, it took several scans, and pictures, while behind it, two drone craft followed, downloading information about enemy troop counts, fighters, and Mobile Suits to the Cradle's many listing stations, some hidden in normal cell phone networks.

"Code Red! Activating ODE Systems, and Networked AI! Prepare for possible battle.... I hope they can save this planet..." The commander thought, as inside the Cradle's Geofront, a massive amount of battle units prepared to possibly surface.Tanks, for normal combat, guns, ammunition, was all on the lines, while larger fighters, such as F-22s, F-36s, and Su-27s all assembled, while the more advanced F-210 and F-302 units waited. Mecha were being prepared now, Ground Gundams, Goufs, and MadCatz all being hastily rebuilt for combat usage. It was a fury of activity, while deeper down, the Magical Mecha were being fueled up, wizards dumping prana and Ether into their cores, magic Stones drained of their powers to rush the machines into place.

"Shinji, do you think we can win, even if we don't have space?" His second in command, one half German, half American, Half Japanese, (by her own words), woman named Auska, asked, looking over the mobilization from the offices. " I don't know, but I know this. We can't run away! It is now, and here, where this battle will be won, not by the biggest toys, but by heart, courage, and facing this head on!" Shinji raised a fist into the air, his blue jacket waving in the breeze. "Its ironic, he thought, " My father wanted me to be a coward, but now, here I am, leading an army into battle.. how things can change, when someone comes in with a little help, and now Trantor, I'm passing it forward, to Terra!"

"Super Robo Squads... Prototype MP Grungusts ready, MP Getters on next assembly lines..." Ford wiped his brow, the yong man in charge of the massive rush to produce as many machines as the nanite factories could handle. The Earth would not notice, but small amounts of its magma were converted into nanoformer plants, the metal being molded into armor for the legions that lied in wait, for the call to battle. "The same name as the guy who invented this," He thought, moving a lever downards, causing magma to cascade over more nanoformer, "and here I am, doing this manually!"

"Subaru, will we be able to win, against these guys? They managed to beat Hayate, at her game in Space!" The red haired girl, Tia, ajusted her hair, placing on two black ties, while Subaru, repairing her arm joint, responded, a swagger forming in her tone, "Yeah, after all, I have Master Gai's machine, Courage, and you..." Tia blushed, as Subaru brought her closer for a quick kiss. "Yeah, no one will beat someone as cute as you..." The two held each other, their love the strongest thing in the world...


OOC: A massive massive set up post, as well as some magic. You are welcome to take the stealth fighter incursion as you want, but yeah, this is going to go south FAST

Inferno looked up, not because he saw something, he was blind after all. He looked up because it made him seem normal to others. He had felt something coming, weither it was a threat or not he didn't know. All he knew was it wasn't one of his new "allies." Heh....by the way they sound, must be some sort of stealth planes. Inferno thought to himself. By this time, Brandon and Kanetsu noticed that he had stopped walking, and was adding pieced to his gun. He gave a nod as if to say go on as he added a barrel extender, a brace to rest against his arm, a small scope, a weird wire pryamid to the end of the barrel, and finally his walking stick in the opening of the wire pryamid. In all his gun looked rather formidable.

Inferno laid on the ground and pointed his gun up, and pulled the trigger. A loud humming could be heard as a light started to slowly rise up the gun. It started from his hand, up into the barrel, the light began to channel into each of the three small rods of the "wire pryamid." Then with a loud bang, and a quick flash, it began. It started with a small speck, as the bullet traveled, quickly followed by a huge beam of light. The beam quickly cleared the top of the city, and appeared to be all there was to the attack. Nothing the little jets could handle....that was until the beam split into hundreds of smaller beams. The beams crissed crossed and enclosed in a fairly decent sphere entraping the jets. This Charged Chi Shot was a rather interesting move because it was rather flexible, plus the fact that, should anything touch the beams, a chain reaction of explosions would occur, hopefully taking out anything trapped within.

As for Inferno, well the shot did take a toll on him physically. The force of the shot created a crater where he layed, but he'd recover. Besides, the recently landed ship was what was on his mind now, but he'd have to recover for a quick minute first.

"Well I'm in so now what." The young Al Bhed had been traversing the streets of the city relatively easily. His early descent upon the planet had given him ample time to make it to the more urban portion of the desolate planet. You know once the mass of human hysteria and fear had made its way to safety. Only without the mob of fearful citizens the metropolis was so quiet. It was eerie the way the silence seemed to almost haunt him. The feeling of this peculiar even was similar to the start of race. His nerves were on edge as he anticipated the shot of the starting pistol. Yet it seemed he would be forced to find his own danger. There he was sitting waiting for something to happen making his way deeper and deeper into the city looking for any comrades while watching his back for any foes. His travels brought him nothing but well nothing. He found no friends no foes.

"This is obviously not working,"the dark skinned man thought. His ears suddenly caught the sound of a massive roar and the ever sound of a certain female voice. Turning his head in the direction the young knights eyes simply came into contact with a pile of rubble obstructing his view. Of course a person in Alaster's profession of alchemy and combustion could make use of such viable raw materials. Thrusting both arms toward the rubble the tanned figure began manipulating the present rubble. The materials suddenly lifted into the air and began to gather together merging into a stone creature of some sort. The creation possessed a robust neck of stone with a set small clawed feet beneath it. Its head was triangular in shape with two small dots on each side. The creature also seemed to have been given a pair of wings which it flapped vigorously then set down beside its master. Of course like all of Alaster's creations the bird also had an explosive "surprise" resting in its body only to be activated upon his command.

Alaster set his hands back to his side and petted his creation. Being roughly eight feet tall with a wing span just over six feet the creature would more than serve its purpose. Instructing the bird downward, Alaster mounted the creature and looked to the skies. The bird flapped its wings and began to elevate reaching high enough to see a woman and some sort of creature roughly six or seven blocks. "Madam Serra is here." Alaster with renewed vigor commanded his transport forward heading toward his comrade's position;his bird fly just four feet off the ground.

[OOC: Dunno who had the brilliant idea of dumping 14 posts into this thread, but good job. From what I can tell, this post still falls in line with the ground thread's continuum. If not, PM me. And bug off about the ooc tagging, it's my only option cuz I don't have time for bullshit-ooc threads.]

Shaden delivered beautifully indeed. The chaos was a sweet bliss to taste for the Major, it was just what he was looking for, substituting his would-be state of danger for his own suicidal tendencies, lust. Amongst the flurry of action transpiring in less than a second, Raikar still managed to hold one thought.

Raikar: "They never change...always, always the... SAME!"

Naturally, Raikar didn't have to worry whatsoever about the attack delivered from the abomination. He observed the struggle for power, and watched as it foolishly attempted to steal that menacing Hellfire of his Captain's. A deep rumbling chuckle echoed inside the Major's throat, his hand pulling masterfully at the ethers themselves. Despite all of the power-struggles going down amongst these gathered warriors, there was still plenty to draw from that had been untouched. The assimilated nanomachines coursing through his veins responded all in kind, synchronizing to scattered frequencies and code. Likewise, the devilish sword in his hand released a matching aura, thoroughly amplifying the raw ether that Raikar was outright manipulating.

This fight began with just himself, a limited range of potential regardless of his staggering ability. Now that the two strongest Enforcers were working in tandem, the possibilities increased exponentially, to a certain degree that often overwhelmed the competition. They had barely even gotten this off to a start and they were already failing miserably.

With the building energy coming to a maddening height, Raikar extended his left arm at an angle from his body. The spiraling energies immediately focused, traces of an inner-ether bleeding from his eyes due to the increasing stress to his very life. It wasn't quite clear what he was up to yet, but chances were that when the Major's chosen target found out it would be much too late anyway. As if opening the door of a furnace, the energy arced outward in two trembling wakes surrounding his shielded forearm. Shaden and the monster Alutrosity continued to exchange blows, another wave of probably lethal toxins conquered by the demon Shaden's awesome power. In all truthfulness, Shaden was drastically more powerful than the Major himself, and the guy had no shortage in the raw capability and skill department neither. That was easily one of the primary reasons he appointed the warrior as his second-in-command, the other a direct testament to what the Enforcers were all about--he could get any job given to him done, and done right. The Major watched with great satisfaction through strained eyes as Shaden executed one of his favorite moves, one quite popular amongst a certain crew he knew very much about. Shaden no doubt learned that particular combination of moves from the ever crafty Space Renegade X, or maybe even Mr. Vanishing Moon. Either one would have been a wondrous foe to face on any good day. Raikar was actually almost, jealous.

Biding his time carefully, Raikar lifted the dark katana to hover horizontally perpendicular with his forearm, its awesome length resonating in perfect harmony with his soul--a murderous tone. It passed through the focused ether, taking full control over its entirety, visibly transforming into thousands of superimposed kanji, each holding a specific purpose, flying chaotically. Finally, the 'demon' twisted the sword cutting-edge down and pressed firmly into his own arm, effortlessly drawing blood of his own flesh. The crimson liquid tainted the ether, providing the final string to the complex code-- The Augustus Algorithm.

Hunching over, Raikar was in a state that could hardly be considered weakened and open for attack. The last screams of an entire people tortured the airwaves of the entire city as Raikar assumed the position of an 'Avatar'. His blood ran free for several seconds before the wound inflicted mysteriously vanished, the blade resting just shy of his skin, reversed. Blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, hinting at something still lingering from this pact he had called forth.

Surrounded by a perpetual wall of spiritual presence not his own, Raikar assumed a more appropriate stance as his mind faded to darkness.

???: "Remember these talents I have instructed you in, Raikar. You've been given a limitless pool of resources from which to draw upon in battle or simply whatever endeavors you should see in your next lifetime."

Raikar: "I will, -Father-, I can not thank you enough..."

???: "There's no need to thank me my boy, just fulfill the purpose you've been entrusted with for the glory of the Zyne."

Raikar: "For the glory of Zyne, I will."

Preparations were finally complete, though in actuality, the only length of time really to speak of was the drawing of the energy, and that was finished inside the duration of Shaden's attack which had just been fully executed. It was yet unclear if Alutrosity had escaped, but escape was virtually hopeless given the Captain's tenacity. That man could just keep going no matter what the situation appeared to be. Preparing to attack, but once more holding off, Raikar stepped forward with his right foot, placing it firmly into the pulverized asphalt and shifting his hips, squaring up to Alutrosity even from the distance. With his right leg forward, bent loosely at the knee, he kept his left at the rear, ready to initiate the Major's tremendous speed at a moment's notice if need be. Bringing his sword up to rest at an angle, he took particular care in keeping the augmented limb clear of the sword, holding it single-handedly before him.

Raikar: "They stand...no...chance."

The massive blade would hit, another thing, however. "Hey man, let's not fight! LETS ROCKU AND ROLL! The musication's accent changed, switching to to a Japanese accent. "ALL RIGHT! SING! GONG!"

BGM: Grungust Zan!

He walked out of the apparment, two large speaker sets appearing from the very essence of magic, the loud intro starting... "Change! Change! Change!/Grun grun grun grun run!!/Fight! Fight! Fight!" As he sung, two massive machines, appeared, the non standard tanks each having a massive Guitar in their hands. "YEAH!" He shouted, going on with the chorus. "Gust Gust Gust Gust Gust!!/Grungust!! Super Robot da="! The massive tanks then transformed, into Rockin' Super Robots. "SUPA ROBO! LETS ROLL!"

He rolled out, blasting waves of the catchy J-Rock song into the random fighter, his powers being diverted by the power of the Musical Blaster! "Aoku mabushii uchu no kiseki/Chikyu no iro wo mi ni matoi" He went on with the song, the lyrics allowing him the time he needed to prepare his main attacks. "HEY YOU MAN! WHY U FIGHT! LETS ROCK OUT!" He went on, pounding on the fretts, causing the area to fill with the people, all listening to his song.

OOC: Lets Rock & Roll! Why fight, when we can ROCK!

Anathema's eyes shot open as the two cards passed by his head in a blur. What sort of trickery is this..? He felt a quaking underneath him and as a result he would begin to take evasive measures. The legs of his muscles pumped up unnaturally, he biokinetically increased his leg muscles, the fascicle in his calves began to double, triple, quadruple. Soon his legs looked as if they were carved by an olympic-calibur weight lifter. Except he had much more energy stored within these legs. His legs straightened as he kicked off, the rock-spears trailing just behind him, his body a blur of speed as some of the natural weapons reached his position, cutting into the epidermis of his flesh. He was turned to face the position he once stood in arms slightly spread, his body inverting somewhat. Harshly he landed along side of a skyscraper, his feet cracking into the concrete that made part of the side, his knees reflexively bent under his own momentum and weight, then he pushed off again, moving to the building directly across the street, crashing into it in the same manner, allowing the earthen elements to smash into the building he was once on.

For a moment, Anathema seemed to defy physics as he clung to the side of the building he was currently on it was compareable to a certain web-slinging superhuman. The muscles throughout his entire body enhanced, increasing, even his skeletal structure warped somewhat his pectorials increased dramatically, his back broadened as did his shoulders his biceps nearly inflated, his abs carried perfect muscle tone to them. His tripezius buldged giving his neck definition as well as his back. He growled as his fingers crushed through the pavement, his height and weight increased to literally tower over his enemy (as if he didn't already). He wasn't at a size that was unattainable to the human body, but he was definately, by human standards, gargantuan. It seemed that he didn't bother with messing with the ley-lines he set earlier, but left it to his incubi. He would fight this one, and he would enjoy the battle. He kicked off the edge of the building, leaving a small crator due to kinetic energy in his wake. Both of his arms spread at acute angles to either side of his body, the ulna of his arm split off of the radius, leaving the single bone to sustain the arm. Using trace minerals in his body he forged all the sets of the bones in his forearms to become harder than diamond. This included the ulna, which now pierced through the flesh of his forearm, on either arm and created a sort of forearm blade.

The battlecry: He roared as he neared his enemy, saliva dripping from the sides of his mouth like a feral dog. He was caught up in the heat of the battle. He was attempting to simply dive-bomb his enemy to impale her; and with a creature his size nosediving like an F-18 it wouldn't take much for physical contact to be critical contact for the little lady. On landing or nearing of his foe it could be estimated that his stature had increased, from about 6 foot tall to 8; approximately 190lbs to well over 300. He was going to bring this fight to something physical - at a level close and personal.

He guffawed as he neared her, "So you can dance."

Theme: Requiem -- Geinoh Yamashirogumi

Aargon Cecil

"Hahaha! Not worth my time!" Aagron's gleaming silver body glistened in the lumaniscent light that was coming from nowhere, yet everywhere. The large ax stood poised above his bald head, with the reflection shining brightly upon the top portion. A maniacal laugher erupted from his mouth milliseconds before the behemoth-sized weapon was slung downward and onto the foes skull. The ultra-thin tip easily slashed through flesh, muscle and bone. The male was split in two without a second to spare. Cecil only watched as the blood drizzeled out the split corpse and onto the road. His silver eyes, if they could be called that, scanned the area for moments before an ear-splitting screech, the sound of a shape piece of metal scratching against another, filled the dome. The roof's top soon leaked thick red liquid. It oozed down the sides and dripped in large masses ontop of anything within.

"You shall meet your death to my hands! I am the champion!!!"

The large voice bounded across the entire dome, filling it with a sound that was unable to be drown out. He would fight until death, if that was even possible.


Theme: Harbinger of Tragedy -- Shiro Sagisu

Zephyr

"Ngh..." Zephy's stomach churned swiftly as it felt as his chest was becoming ripped straight down the center and his insides were falling upon the ground. He was now on his hands and knees on the solid floor, gasping for breath which all fell upon failed attempts. The black aura that was once semitransparent burst into a huge one which was almost fully visible. His once short nails grew to five times their length, all ending with tips that could stab a man with ease. His eye colors vanished and was nothing but white. His hair grew at exponentially alarming rates until it reached to his mid-back.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His voice had become hollowed and his body shuddered with each second of pain and anticipation. His body had grown taller, to. He was now a full six foot two with bulging muscles.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The extended cry of battle passed the nearby area and the muscular male started to float. An undescribed event which even the normal Zephyr was unable to accomplish. But that was just the tip of odd events unfolding within this one timeframe, the oddities was just begening and Zephyr was the focus point of them all.

Theme: Rei I/II/III -- Shiroh Sagisu

The large male slowly started forward, drifting ever-so-slowly in the start. However as each second passed his speed grew and grew. By the time a minuet had passed he was at three-hundred kilometers an hour. His hands was fancied with two powerful blades and they were held before his face, crossed as if an 'X'. The extreme speed he was traveling at forced his body to tilt to the right, an offset of weight caused by an unbalance of items. As it spun the blades were held before him with the tips just touching, causing a drill-like effect as he ripped a hole straight through the steel dome, not even an effort. His eyes twitched back and forth between distant towns, waiting for an idea of which to strike.

::Don't attack Zephyr, as hes only for plot advancement. At this point in time he is considered a god-class character.::

A critical eye watched as the massive mutant pinballed up the sides of the two buildings, guaging the monster's strength and agility. They were impressive, to be certain, far more than what Serra herself was capable of. But really, that had never been her strong suit, nor something she had ever tried to make her strong suit. The power of mind and will suited the black clothed Knight far better than any physical weapon could ever hope to.

As Anethema mutated and prepared for his grand lunge, Serra set into place the final two pieces of her arcane puzzle by flicking a third pair of cards into the city behind her, completing the whole with a great chime the echoed through her head. Of course no one else would be able to hear that ring, as it was only her own senses informing her that the connections were placed and prepared. Then with the monsters swan dive from the skyscraper, Serra decided it was hihg time to dig in and start playing.

With a snap of her long, fine boned fingers the Faith Chanter activated her emplaced spells, all six cards blazed into life in unison, blossoming into massive, short lived bonfires of twisting, coruscating rainbow light. Reds and golds mixed and flirted with blues and blacks. Greens twisted and danced with yellows for an instant as silver flickered everywhere. And then they were gone, leaving behind nothing for mundane senses to detect but a faint whiff of ozone.

Yet for senses other than those humanity was dependant on, those that could feel the minutae of the ethereal world, that could discern the difference between a cold breeze and an echo of power. To those senses a vast field had been put into place, a rippling translucent fog of pale golden light, tied indelibly into the blazing aura of Serra St. John. Not just into the woman herself, but into her very life force, a one way connection that would force the field to remain in existence so long as she did live, or until she decided to cancel it herself.

To destroy it would require killing her.

Yet now its purpose would become revealed as Anethema hurtled downwards like some runaway locomotive gone off the bridge, massive and hulking with enough momentum to crush the slender blade of a woman who stood below. With but a thought Serra activated her field, taking hold of the energy within its area of effect, a roughly six square block patch of the city that had so recently become the woman's domain. Every shred of power that flowed through that place became subject to molding and directing at by the spell field, and that field was under the exclusive control of Serra herself.

Anethema found himself swatted aside as Serra redirected the kinetic energy in the tumbling buildings that the monster had just broken into the beast itself, hurling him aside forcibly through the concussive slap. Decidedly not enough to actually harm the mutant, but enough to shove aside his assault. Whether the beast could tell what she was doing or not, Serra had no idea and had no intentions of waiting to find out.

Serra's right hand flickered upwards, drawing with it the power that flowed through the underground power lines of Wing City, yanking it upwards through the ground in a blazing display of heat and concussive force, a gaping maw of crackling white and yellow and blue to close around and devour Anethema. Meanwhile Serra's left hand snapped forward, palm outward as she gathered the accumulated psychic force in the area, that which existed in nature itself, the haphazard byproducts of Anethema's earlier usage, and even that which flowed amongst the ley lines themselves. All of this she pulled and crushed together into a densely packed barrier, hurling it around the monster before her to create a psychokinetic field of powerful make to slow and hinder the monster's movements, whether they be for attack or defense.

"I've always been more of a maestro myself."

"Lasers, a grid... show me your moves!" The pilot said, linking his mind to the massive Jet's thrusters. It was like a work of art, as the three machines deftly rolled in the air, dodging the initial beams of the massive ground based energy weapon, the three units working like one body in perfect harmony with one another. The UAVs rolled under and around, showing off their new "Thrust Vectoring" and Variable Direction Engines, while the bigger A-71 rolled around, using its massive thrust to power through the network of directed light energy. However, even this show of aerobatic skill could not stop what was doomed to hit, the laser grid closing in on the artists of the air.

"So, we are stuck." Richard Sheppards said, the sound of laser warnings filling up his cockpit's target lock warning system. Looks like I have to show off our card after all! Here goes..!" He placed his fists together, as the Build Up sign appeared on the central control module of the stealth fighter. Remotely, the two other UAVs received the signal, each one slightly buzzing as they appeared to crash into the much larger mothership. "Transformation!" Richard's words held in, the sounds of the massive Stealth Jet's motors grinding, as it split into two, the forward half becoming two dark armored shields, the head forming from the distortion of the cockpit, into a command console. The rear of the jet appeared to split into two halves, each wing distorting itself into a leg form, where the two UAVs slammed into, each one becoming its leg. Two arms grew out from the body, and suddenly, in front of the beam net, the stealth machine, the Fighting Mechanoid was formed... "STEALTH BLASTER!"

The chi closed in, the 60.4 seconds allowing just enough time for him to use the massive heat shields, collecting enough energy from the three thermo-nuclear engines for him to use the power of his own PSI, the basic mental skill required to operate this machine enough to quite simply, form a barrier, made up of mental energies. The Chi would collide, exploding on impact with the massive PSI barrier, the two energies formed from the mundane nature of life neutralizing each other with a standard barrier equation. "When a Chi wave hits its opposite.." Richards muttered, "The value of the powers is equal to 0, and energy is produced... wave form math 101..."

He made one burst transmission, the signal heading to the HQ, saying, "This is Colonel Richard Sheppards the Enemy has class A Defenses, They have massive AA, and possibly Class A Anti-Air, Activating active thrust, and preparing to retreat..."

Richard thought to himself, "Got to buy time, and get out..." The massive Super Robot started to boost away, using its engines to gain a large amount of altitude, the thrust from the thermo nuclear engines rivaling small rocket liftoffs.

OOC: Want to go with chii? Fine, we go Psykers then. Its all good

He didn’t even connect with his foe until he was slapped aside into a building, and with a crack of concrete and a twist of metals he slammed into the building, decimating the floor-level. There was a pause as Anathema thought to himself; then with a swift change of his eyesight he could see the field that had been established around him. He rose to his feet as his hulking muscles grew a sort of carapace at the shoulders which pulled over his head, his collarbone rose and stretched utilizing the minerals to shape the bone like clay. Second and third bones grew within his arms and legs attaching themselves to create a stable base and stable limbs. His muscles pumped up more as veins surfaced, the lower half of his face was covered by this newly-formed bone. His weight continued to rise and by the time he stepped out of the building he had a tank-like complexion. Every step he took towards her cracked the asphalt underfoot.

His incubi provided defensive measures for the leylines he had established earlier, creating a thick psionic layer of insulation, a continuous flow of energy exuding out of them to match the rate that Serra could eliminate them; this provided massive stress on the unborn, which would mean that he would have to create a second heir to his power. He’d create this one in a different manner; by using biokinetics that he had been engineering all this time. He’d establish his new incubi via the leylines, using the insulator and already channeled kinetics to provide just enough coverage to set the incubi. He viewed his enemy, Serra, with a grin. Concussive force was something he altered his body to handle, now. His body could easily withstand a train ramming into him and come back for seconds, at this point.

He continued to advance towards her, his body continued layering on muscle, bone and fat, as well as modifying the exterior keratin to become a tough, leathery, carapace. To serra, within the translucent fog she created there would be clear, cylinder-shaped openings of pure air and space around the leylines, defining them to her. His body slowed down, but still carried magnitude with each motion, energy from the powerlines cracked and sparked around his flesh but was ultimately futile the heat charred his flesh and the concussive force knocked against him but to his facial expression it looked like he had barely felt it. The exterior keratin was so tough it had been like shooting a desert eagle at a tank. Every step of Anathema carried weight and meaning as it slowed through the psychokinetic field. The odd thing was the creature took no means to defend himself once he had this biokinetically enhanced form, he simply walked right through the attacks meant to hinder him.

His adrenaline glands pumped him full of energy, trace amounts of electrolytes within his body doubled as he gathered a new-found pocket of energy, and thus he sped up in his movements, walking towards her. The unstoppable force known as Anathema, as Dreadnaught, as Idea walked towards her, and he wasn’t about to let petty magicks stop him. He had placed his bet on his incubi, viewing to where he set the guardian that had an incubi placed inside it that he spat out at the building earlier. The same strategy would be applied, but in a different manner, and it was already set in motion.

It seems I’ve underestimated them. Perhaps I’ll step it up a notch. the crackling energy of the powerlines seemed to pull inwards to Anathema, electrokinetics seemed to be utilized here, however trace it may have been. The energy was broken down to something useable for Anathema and powered him more. With this he reared his arms back and an enormous roar escaped him, then the energy he had taken in was released back towards Serra. He would have to devise a strategy to battle this field, and with that some of the ley-lines that he had created were redirected just outside of the fog, even though their reach far exceeded that of the field’s. He began to channel energy in vast quantities through these leylines, making it essentially impossible for them to be recreated or recomposed.

It seems you’ve underestimated us. the energy radiated around him and through him, outside of him and through the lines, he overloaded the field with so much energy the overbearing force would make even the most experienced of warriors fall to their knees, overwhelmed.

Theme: Trashed & Scattered -- Avenged Sevenfold

Gaël Luciesu

[Intro]
Gaël: "Do you really want to run..? I didn't think so..." A strange shriek sounded from the head-area of the Prophet before Gaël shook his head and looked to the floor of the cock-pit. Another sound resonated from the head and Gaël nearly leaped from his seat, obviously incited with anger.

Gaël: "What the fuck do you know!? You don't know shit about my sister! Stop messing with my head!" She let loose another sound, followed by several more. Gaël flopped back and grasped his face as two tears streamed down his cheeks.

Gaël: "I'm... Sorry. Your right. Alright then! Lets go!" The Prophet needed little more incentive as Gaël flipped two switches and the tight field of psychic energy burst from the area around her. The Synchronization rate of the Prophet skyrocketed with Gaël's and they came into perfect balance, providing absolute power and speed, among other magnificent things. The cock-pit changed from a light blue to a dark red as the pilot pushed the controls forward, back to New Terra.

[Arriving Post]

Theme: Negative Creep -- Velvet Revolver

The angelic deity roared through space at just near the speed of light. The fully-armored behemoth was like nothing she had ever been before, fully armored with that speed. She ripped straight though the asteroid-belt like trash ring without even a hint of stopping as the Absolute Terror Field sent the garbage to every-which side without so much as an effort. Not even the Atmosphere would take stop her at this point in time as she roared into the entrance of it.

Seconds passed and it had seemed like she had even gained speed as she ripped straight through the sky. The puff-ball clouds spun at great speeds and formed into a vortex of white-sky. It trailed as fast as it could behind the speeding monster, but it was far behind. By the time it reached where the Prophet was seconds before she had already made it several miles farther ahead. A point was set and she was almost there.

She stopped a sudden halt. The inside of her seemed unaffected by the sudden change in speed, and a bemused look was planted firmly upon Gaël's face. The Prophet let off a ear-drum shattering shriek before an ominous white glow surrounded her body. The surrounding aura slowly inched outward, the innards licking the metallic suit encasing the rubber-like flesh hidden in pitch darkness. A second shriek was let out before the glistening metal seemingly vanished from sight as it's immense speed started without notice. By the time anything would be able to figure it had moved the monster would have already been deadly close to the worm-like creature, with the shoulder first. With the hardness and speed, it would rip though anything like a hot knife though butter.

Stubborn brute.

Serra watched in fascination as the mutant Anethema adapted and evolved to deal with any further brute force assaults that she might levy against the monster. Serra had the sudden urge to scrap pieces from the beast and stick them beneath a microscope back at Ashrum.

She was certain that it would be utterly fascinating.

For the moment, however, the thing was once more moving towards, albeit at a rather sedate pace when compared to his last headlong charge. Slowly the Admonisher reached back with her right hand, drawing forth the sword sheathed there. It slid free with a hiss, pulsing light rippling across the blade and guard for a moment as the techno-magic circuitry imbedded in its design came to life.

Anethema's sudden intake of energy caught at the Knight's attention, and immediately she pulled on the strings of power that flowed about her. In a heartbeat the kinetic energy pulsed into knife edged shield before her, a sharp leading edge pushing straight forward towards the monster while thick walls slanted severely back towards her to pass by on either side. As the mutant's blast of power slammed into the wall, dividing across its blazing white edge to course past the woman.

In a moment it was over, and the tidal rush of Anethema's onslaught was past. Serra's counter attack would be swift and utterly precise, even in face of the engorgement of brute force the mutant was throwing into the control field. Or rather, because of it. While Anethema surged his own overwhelming power into the area around them in an attempt to overpower and overwhelm herself and the spell, Serra merely took hold of that power, directing it as she would anything else. Had the spell been different and had the power she wielded been directed actually through her as a channel as opposed to being an external entity merely following the direction of her commands, then truly she would have been hurting in the manner the monster wished.

Now, however, he only added fuel to her fire.

From every direction Anethema's power hurtled back into him in a scorching, holocaustic display. Yet this would only be a distraction, a precursor to the true assault. With uncanny accuracy the shot came, a focused and intenisifed bolt of kinetic force constructed from the final remnants of Serra's battered wall. No larger than a bullet, the kinetic energy was so condensed and formed that it would pierce cleanly through a foot of heavy metal like a needle through thin cloth. Serra had struck out at the only truly unarmored spot visible on the monster's form, a weak spot that existed almost universally on living creatures of the animal variety. The kinetic bullet shot tore across the distance seperating the two in less time than it would take for the girl's heart to beat with dead aim at its target.

The eye of Anethema.