Riding the high off a successful defeat of the Kai forces on Valhalla, Garou directs his Fallen forces to Mortoseth in the hopes of defeating the forces garrisoned with Barkley and Kotarou.
Barkley or Kotarou have 24 from now to get a post up or their claim is forfeit.
A reminder of the rules are below:
- They will be 2v2, max. (When you begin your claim, you must name your +1. Any challengers must also name their +1 in their sneak post) - They are No Kill/Steal (if you lose, your character will be overrun by enemy forces, and you'll have to escape the planet. This doesn't require anything special from you, its just an IC excuse to end the battle) - Win Conditions: When the average damage of a side in battle reaches 50%, that side loses. If the battle reaches the end of Round 3 (standard 3 posts each per round), then the challengers lose. - Everyone will receive 4 actions per post (there is no speed action/tactician/etc). Stuns/DZ/similar techs will still work. - There is no healing of any kind. (There may be exceptions, but we'll tell you when the time comes) - Each combatant may bring in 3 prepped items. - In the interest of keeping this phase moving along, the 24 and 48 hour rules WILL be in affect. - Anyone that loses a battle must heal for 7 days before they may participate further.
The Planet Trade Organization. Kelioux Empire. Saiyan Empire.
Stop the Fallen.
War. What was it good for? Absolutely nothing.
Three great lines to go by, but that never mattered. War happened in the wake of selfishness and short sightedness. If Barkley could reach back into the past like she did before, she could only go back a month or two and find the days of peace. But if she had gone back then, wouldn’t the ginger feel the tension? The signs of war would have plague her because of the knowledge she already possessed about its eventual awakening. The very thought of it caused her to shutter awake from her slumber.
Her body was sticky with sweat and her chest jumped as if her heart was desperately trying to escape. It was another nightmare that brought her back to the ancient cauldron. Barkley thought of it as a field trip at first, but somewhere in the middle of it she realized just how much danger she was in. If her friends had not shown themselves then Soul, Juch and herself would have been lost to the pages of time.
Things like that spooked her.
Would her parents have known? Juturna? Kotarou? Xu? All her friends at the academy? It was best not to think on it too much. She shuffled her body around and placed her bare feet on the cold wooden flooring. She had created sanctuary within a small cot in a village on Mortoseth. It was owned by two frail shellfish like creatures she had come to know as Vagrils, and their three children. This world made her sad, which she easily could show with a smile that could not find energy.
The Changelings enslaved them, worked them through their shells, and even ate them. That alone gave her the strength to come here. It was never by chance that she paired with Professor Kotarou, his crew, and even more scholars and forces that pledge their loyalty to the kais. She wanted to be part of securing this world. If the Kais were so noble, they needed to see just how horrible these people were treated.
It was such a social injustice across the galaxy.
The woman stood up right into a stretch, her bones snapping and cracking. The bed was small and uncomfortable, but it was much better than nothing. Now she wore only her undergarments, but that soon changed after a quick barrel bath. Barkley slipped on her uniform, one meant for students that were engaging in combat endeavors. After fastening her boots, she grabbed at her phone that was on a table and easily switched the communications channel on. It was vital to understand what was going on in the war…
Maverick had been the first to be cleared of the Fallen, the Paladin Heroes Shell and Brianne seemed to have brought a formidable force and wiped them clean off the planet. But then the Fallen seem to have made a push for Yaidrat and the person at the vanguard of it brought her a mixed bag of feelings.
She did not know what to think. If he was on the other side, then how strained with their relationship be if they were forced to clash, force to force? She could only hope that he had a good reason, but when it came to war there was never a good one. Just one for yourself. Her eyes blinked, however, and there was a sense of disbelief that hit the pit of her stomach.
Damaskia is being over ran by Fallen Forces.
For a moment, the little girl in her escape, and her eyes glassed up. She easily choked back the tears. It didn’t mean for a second that her father was completely defeated. Numbers still mattered, and the Fallen seemed to be greater in them. The little girl within her quickly quelled and it easily translated to anger. Her father meant more than this world to her, and she knew how much Damaskia means to him.
Anger. It started to seethe in every fiber of her being. She needed to channel this and let it loose. Before she could cut her phone off and move on to the next task at hand, which was helping the villagers gather mushrooms for the acting Praetor and ensure that her allies were satisfied, Barkley noticed a ping.
Fallen troops on Valhalla have defeated Kai Forces and drove them off the planet… and have left the planet themselves.
That worried her. She could literally look up and stare at a dot in the sky and know for a fact that was Valhalla. Barkley did just that, making her way outside in a mad rush. As she ran out, the Vagril were out doing their chores and were suddenly taken by surprised by her.
“Miss Cass, is everything okay?”
She looked down to them before she looked to the sky and she gave them a weak smile. Barkley didn’t know if she wanted them to panic.
“Yes. Yes everything is okay. I know I have been helping you guys out the past week or so, but could you give me a bit of time before I get to work with you all?”
The children smiled, in the way that shrimp people could, and the older ones nodded in understanding.
“Of course. You have been a great help to us. Take all the time you need.
Barkley nodded and she calmly floated into the air, making sure to get high enough so that her burst flight did not rattle the mushrooms or ruin the fields. Her scouter contact lens started to beep, and several red dots appeared in her vision and coming from the sky itself.
They were here.
She sucked her teeth. What did they want with this world? Her blue eyes scanned the area until she found the base of operations that was set up by her own forces and she slowly simmered her flight down until she was able to land on her feet. Of course, she was not the first to notice this and could see everyone scrambling. One of her superiors locked eyes with her and waved to her to get in line with everyone else and she did so.
Her best friend, Xu Nuahan, found her way to stand next to Barkley. The young woman had black hair, green eyes, and stood just a few inches taller than the ginger.
“Did you hear? The Fallen left Valhalla and they are landing here.”
“Yea, are you ready? I am a tad bit scared. First time I’ve been to a war,” Barkley said with half a grin. The grin was meant to add a bit of ease. The admittance to being scared was just to relate, though it was absolutely true. Most of the scholars in the combat division were still used to having their heads in the books at this point, but the other militant experience that surrounded them helped a lot. The space pirates that Kotarou associated with also brought a better sense of ease.
The acting General gave a speech to set the mood for war and everyone was split into groups of twenty or more. Fallen were hitting Mortoseth in sections which meant they had to extinguish them in the same manner. Barkley found herself with Kotarou and quite a few soldiers and they entered a forest that was named after an ancient Vagril god, Neptukoot. The trees were shaped like mushrooms and the air was like a thick fog. It was cold and each step felt slippery and squishy.
They were getting close to the dark side of Mortoseth, easily seeing the Dark Line that was a few miles out. Just as they stepped into the middle of the forest… the Fallen sprung their trap. Several of them came out of the muddy ground itself and some from the sky and a battle instantly raged on. It separated both forces, but Barkley and Kotarou managed to stick together. While they were in the ease of the battle, no Fallen in sight, Barkley noticed a familiar…scent.
She was becoming more and more canine in nature, seeing that she was constantly around canine companions. Her scouter and her sensory ability did more than enough work for her. In another time period, she would have been happy to see him. But she knew just what he was to her at this moment. The reports spoke of a Wild Wolf at the forefront of the Valhalla battle against a young kid.
So he had to be the Wild Wolf then.
“Kotarou, we have trouble. We need to work together more than ever for this one.”
She was not foolish. Barkley knew Garou, or at-least she knew a friendly Garou. This could be different. He could be different. No.
He would be different.
It scared her. A lump in her throat blocked her voice to even call out to him as she saw his devilish silhouette created illusions of a demon against the Dark Line. She trembled. Barkley almost wavered. But then that anger she buried nearly half an hour ago started to seethe again.
The Fallen hurt her dad.
Garou was Fallen.
Garou must Fall.
The first thing Garou heard was her scream. It was both in terror and terrifying. She forced her body forward with a push, sending debris in every direction behind her. She gripped nothing in her left hand and that nothing sparked into a dangerous ball of sapphire light, almost blinding with emotion. She swung it like a pitcher, creating a zip on it that created a tiny line in the muddy ground, aiming for his chest with the intent to explode upon contact.
Crackles and sparks danced around her body which still charged at him like a bullet. With a wave of her arm, a tidal wave of ki the same color of a crystal blue ocean, threatened to overtake and crush his entire body as it would attempt to collide on top of him in a splash. Once the wave of ki would sizzle away, her fingers were pointed to him as if she dual-wielded pistols. As she would eventually, pass up his body, not trying to stop her mad dash, she would fire six deadly blue needles at him.
She waited until she was mere inches to passing him before she fired, even with the risk of him striking her back. Barkley held no care and even though there was fear in her eyes the mixture of anger and determination could only drown that out. With her body flung passed him, she pulled her feet in-front of her and then pushed out into the grounds, twisting her body and used the ground itself to slow her to a halt.
Behind her was a muddy hill, which her feet seemed buried in.
“So what the hell do the Fallen have for you, Garou!?”
Spark. Spark. Spark.
Both her hands rose up. Her right palm aimed at him and below the palm would be her left hand pointing with the index and middle finger.
“ATOMIC KI TSURUGI”
Two beams rocketed out, one from the palm and one from her fingers with only a sliver of room between each to even call it two beams. They aimed ruthlessly at his chest, begging with sharp burrowing tips to drill through him. Barkley was not finished there. There was no let up yet. After all, she had a partner and he needed time to get to her.
Her hands quickly changed positions and she held them outward as to put her fingers around Garou’s body from her vision.
She wanted to crush him. Barkley wanted to place the pressure of his betrayal on his shoulders and bring him to his knees.
“MY FATHER LIKED YOU!”
Just like she imagined. Gravitational pressure would erupt around Garou with a bit of a lag between her crushing her fingers and palms together. If he were slow or unaware it was deadly. The pressure was more than enough to crush stone into dust.
“Why? Why Gar? I don’t understand it!”
Barkley did not need to understand it, at-least the better part of her would say that. She only knew him for a few months. But she had her reasons to run her emotions this high. Before them was her ideal. Kotarou, Barkley, and Garou were in one place for the first time. It was not the ideal situation, but this was what she wanted.
She wanted this pack to form. But how could she do it in this state? Her eyes glared down at Garou, wherever he ended up. Three sets of explosions popped around her lower body and she blasted out of the muddy hill she made earlier straight towards him like a javelin. The top of her head would attempt to plow right into his solar plexus, and with missing a beat her body contorted and she purposely missed her first kick to create a tornado like kick, backed with extra momentum.
It aimed itself to his liver, turning more into a knee jab than a straight kick, so that the point of her knee would more effectively drive into his armor with explosive intent.
War was such a strange thing. Avalan and really all systems in the galaxy gave it a go. Everyone liked new territory, right? But this was a different kind of war. It wasn't just planets in a system that changed hands. This war was about to uproot everything. It seemed like the leader against the Kai wanted to prove that the Celestials in charge weren't immortal. No one should have really believed that. Many of them were powerful enough that it could seem to the average mortal that they were immortal. To the demon, that was fine, since he used to be in that camp of "immortals".
To him, no being was immortal. Any being could do, given enough power was used, but that theory was hard to prove. Besides, death was only relative. Even in death, there was a sort of life. Hell and Heaven. This war would have to destroy the boundary between the two dimensions to have any real meaning.
He stayed in the same place as Barkley, but only far enough away that they could be seen as friends. He wanted to stay with her closer, but this was the home of poor creatures, and he was not about to impose on them. The demon pushed his hair back and took the short bath that his hosts offered, up a little before Barkley. He had a few things to check on, since the Scholar and Star Wolf forces didn't mix well. He left after he placed on some of the new equipment he'd taken from the Kais on Avalon, and the jacket he'd stolen in his previous life. He never thought that he'd be back on Avalon, but he turned his head. He was on his way towards the pirate camp.
His eyes were closed after he looked at the ID of the caller on the scouter, before the pirate alerted him that there was a Fallen force on the way. "Oi, Cap'in Kotarou, we got ourselves some Fallen buggers comin' this way." The voice was one of the advanced scouts, on an illegally modified speeder. Kassidin?
"Did it really take 'em this long ta get here? Hmph, I thought that they'd want the power of these mushrooms a long time ago," growled the wolf demon. The Hellhound turned towards Barkley and closed his eyes briefly. She wouldn't understand what war was really like, not at first. He'd been in a few, and he'd give her his full support. The Underdog was here to make sure that he could do for her what he could.
He moved back towards the lines of their forces. The pirates had set up several illegal munitions around the battleground. These places had been pointed out to the Scholar and Kai forces that had come with the pair. Professor Kotarou landed and the man that was one of his superiors pointed towards Barkley. "You are with her."
Kotarou nodded and thanked him, before he went towards Barkley, and saw Xu. He wondered how she saw him. Their unit was a mix of Scholar and Star Wolves, something that he found rather amusing. The ancient forest that they entered was rather symbolic for the planet, and Kotarou understood well why the natives liked this place, had named it after their god. But it was about to become a war zone, and it was very likely that this place would be ground zero.
Barkley mentioned, then, that they'd have to work together more than ever before. Yeah, that was something that he believed. The demon turned and nodded at her, as his azure eyes looked at her own, "It'll be a big test for what we've not just learned about each other, but the pratice that we've had. Just breath and keep a calm heart." He'd do what was best for the two of them.
Then the energy signature that he didn't want to meet right away blipped across his screen. Damn. Well, they would just have to defeat him. There was no need to kill Garou. This wasn't gonna be like their little game when they'd met. His eyes narrowed as Kotarou summoned up emotions that he had buried, because they were too close to his inner demon. But now was not the time to hesitate nor hold back.
Kotarou began to gather those energies before Barkley blasted away their position and engaged with Garou. Well, that was about what he thought might happen, so he followed after her, his eyes now different from when Garou had seen them. This was war, and he summoned up similar, but far more potent energy than he had when the Orkz had attacked Avalon.
Barkley's assault was nothing like he'd seen, but at the same time, it was a thing of beauty. Ki sparked and danced as it attacked the enemy, and Kotarou preped his attack as she called out for the demon. He had almost moved his body into a stance, ready to attack. "Ahh, I got ya," he said as the demon's arms had formed an X, almost like he was ready to defend, but that was hardly the case. Kotarou jumped into the air as he lashed his arms out, and that X formed in front of an orb that sent directly at Garou. Kotarou was not here to play, he was here to take out the enemy.
His ki danced even then as he whipped his left hand out, while he moved for Garou'd back, and with his narrowed eyes as the demon launched a gravity attack that he aimed to crush down on Garou's left leg. The Hellhound's goal was that all of that energy at the limb to attempt to crush it under the gravity that usually attacked the whole body.
"I can't say I understand why you choose to change the galaxy in a meaningless way, Garou, but I woulda liked ta get ta know ya better," Kotarou growled as he crossed his arms again and launched the X-orb attack again, this time for Garou's back. No was not the time to hesitate, as he withdrew from his leg, out of nowhere, a sawed-off shotgun that dripped with demonic energy. He aimed it at the alien's back and fired the six bullets, as he aimed to poison Garou with the unnatural energies of Hell.
"Not done with ya yet," Kotarou snarled as he then moved in, arms up and ready for an extreme close quarters style of combat, despite the kind he had just shown. He wasn't just a scholar, he'd been a brawler before that.
Post by Disgraced Garou on Aug 30, 2020 11:35:12 GMT -5
Base PL: 418,788 | Champ II
There are three things in this universe that will always exist, Gar.
It was a weird feeling, knowing that the voice you remembered a saying in wasn't the one who really spoke it. Whenever Garou recalled the teachings or even the physical features of his master, a little piece of those original memories were lost to him. At first they were replaced only by a hazy mist, like a smudge on an old roll of film. But as the White Wolf relied on Vash's strength to greater depths, the memories seemed rewritten altogether.
The squelch of metal boots in boggy terrain tore the Zoran from his contemplation. A demon, one of the forces sworn to Azazel, Lord of the Fallen, stood before him with his hand raised in a salute. Glossy blue eyes looked up at the creature, briefly swaying up and down with a nod of the head they rested in. Before Garou stood a scout, his name filed away too deeply to recall at a moment's notice but his mission recognized immediately as paramount -- he was the one to signify their captain when the trap was being set. It meant that their attack would soon be ready, and that the fighting would once again come to a head.
Hundreds of solders' armor clanked softly, every sound and motion dampened by the swampy atmosphere of Mortoseth's darkness. Their approach to the shadowy border was just beginning, though the symbolism of light and dark was misappropriated here -- it was the rule of the Kais that permitted Mortoseth's rot to persist, while the Fallen only sought to wipe that slate clean.
First is War -- War is everywhere. Lurking, looming or waiting, the hatred borne by all men will never cease. Vash's voice continued the lesson from only moments earlier, a twitch breaking the serenity of the White Wolf's face.
The campaign for Valhalla had been cut short, Garou's assignment changing along with his rank. When he first stood upon the bridge of The Interloper staring down at the jungle planet's silhouette, he felt the ruthless calculation demanded by war surge through him. Even knowing that Joseph, an adolescent, had taken charge of the Kai's forces on-world, the Zoran did not falter. When it came time to commit his forces, however, he made a decision based not on efficiency but on belief.
He had believed, in all of his hubris, that Joseph stood little to no chance at defending the Kai's claim to Valhalla. A boy in his teenage years matched against a man of greater raw power and experience? At the time, Garou considered it a no-brainer. But in his foolishness, he allowed the demi-Earthling to whisk him away and contend in an isolated one-on-one fight while his soldiers floundered without their commanding officer. The fight itself had been close, too; were their respective forces not to have shown up, who knew what may have happened.
But when all was said and done, the White Wolf had won. He led the Fallen forces to drive those of the Kais from Valhalla, only to receive a prompt reassignment along with the title of "Captain". Perhaps it was simply a consolation of sorts, a bite of carrot as reward for tolerating the stick of personally taking out a once-ally. On the other hand, maybe it was a true and just reward for his services to the Fallen forces.
Whichever it was, Garou didn't care. This war was a means to an end, the tool he might use to finally put an end to Bishamonten. The Goddess had eluded him for the past months, all the while sending relics of their shared past to remind the Zoran of all the suffering she had caused him. When compared to that, the injuries of one foolish boy were nothing. The conquest of Mortoseth was the same: just another hurdle lined up for the White Wolf to clear in stride.
Troop movements slowed to a crawl, their various noises and conversations silenced as they approached the staging ground for their assault. The fog abated just enough for each line to form one behind another, squads and divisions and platoons forming out of a scattered mess. Garou stood at the fore, his back turned to the rapidly organizing Fallen army, one arm to his side in an "L" shape so that the first lines could see. Familiar scents lingered in the damp air as they waited, a premonition of some sort aching in his chest. Vanilla and strawberries were far from common on this planet, so why did they mix together with the mushroom-and-mold flavored air of Mortoseth?
Second is Love. It may seem contradictory, but love and hatred are simply two sides of the same coin -- where there is death and destruction, you will invariably find love, too.
Vash's voice sounded ridiculous, talking about a concept as inconsequential as love while the Zoran readied his assault. He had all but forgotten the pleasant times spent on Kelioux before and after his first involvement in universal politics, his skin and heart frozen back over with the cold demeanor that had characterized Garou for so long. Yet as fate would have it, those simple pleasantries had no intention of forgetting him.
The Zoran's arm straightened, his fist swiping down and forward through the planet's heavy atmosphere. Wordlessly, the Fallen army heeded his command, launching themselves through the borders of the forest and engaging with the various Kai occupation. He took a moment to wonder what kind of hypocrisy it was to claim their lordship of the galaxy was a boon, all while enjoying the labors of others -- freely given or not, it was nonsense.
Within moments, the fighting had exploded into dozens of small skirmishes. Garou paced forward, unintentionally following the sweet scent as he surveyed the fights. With each member of the Kai's that fell, his troops gained morale and confidence, yet for the White Wolf, nothing had been decided. Unlike his mission on Valhalla, he had found no indication of the commander of Mortoseth's forces. It was almost as if --
A bloodcurdling scream tore away at Garou's ears, plated gloves instinctively rising to protect himself. One figure charged at him as his pale blue eyes captured her image, a softball-sized lump of ki hurtling towards him from her position. Fiery hair fluttered wildly as the Zoran took a step back, a combination of genuine surprise and the impact of the energy pounding into his chest like a blow from a hammer.
It was none other than Barkley Cass.
Garou's battle instincts kicked in as soon as he felt the first bolt of ki disperse across his armor. Teal ki blasted away fog and muck alike as the White Wolf illuminated his surroundings, streaking up and forward through the air like a shooting star. Barkley attacked with the force of a wave, but Garou intended on passing over and behind her before it had the chance to crest. With the combined force of his muscles and his ki, the White Wolf became the White Blur, rocketing up and away from the oceanic wave. As the ginger adjusted her approach to follow up, Garou suddenly reversed his momentum to swoop back down to her initial position. His evasive maneuvers placed them once more on opposite sides of the swampy arena, a heavy breath noticeable even under the reinforced carapace he wore as body armor. The confusion of seeing Barkley had abated in their short dance; she was there to stop him, and it didn't seem like she'd stop anytime soon.
"They certainly have more than the Kais," he replied, the calm of his voice countering Barkley's mixture of panic and rage. "I am not here for you, Barkley. I would prefer for you to leave. Now." Even knowing the prideful nature of the woman would never allow her to accept that offer, he still felt obligated to tell her. She had been his friend, after all. But as he had learned with Joseph, friendship and rivalry meant nothing on a battlefield. There was only the fight.
Barkley's hands came together in a pattern that the Zoran had never seen, as if she were demanding he fight back. He couldn't tell if the strange gesture was something else she had learned from anime or if it was an attack, but considering his experience learning the "well-known" peace sign, Garou chose to believe it wasn't an attack and that the ginger would actually talk to him about backing down.
The sting of betrayal was all the more sharp for his hoping that it wasn't an attack. Heat swelled around the points of impact on the White Wolf's body as two nearly-overlapping beams stuck into him. Garou could only sigh as an entirely different kind of energy begun clearly forming around him, a sign that her attacks would only continue going forward. Gravity manipulation was a trick familiar to them both; in their first meeting, Juturna and Barkley had shown mastery over the skill to pass a challenge in a certain Keliouxian ruin. They had all trained together, and Garou had learned the tricks to such an attack as well -- including detailed knowledge on how to dissipate the energy. A minuscule collection of his own energy wrapped itself around his hands and fingers and he clawed an arc through the air to disrupt Barkley's attack, the gravity dissipating like dust in the wind.
Third is power. The power to do as you please, the power to control another's actions, or simply the power to live peacefully. You have a great power, Gar. What are you going to do with it?
She continued to scream at him, but the cries fell on deaf ears. He had done nothing to her father nor to her personally, yet she continued to act like he was responsible for the state of the universe. As blood trickled from his wounds and mouth, the Zoran reaffirmed that there was no conversation to be had. All he could do was show her the gap between them.
Barkley showed off her bullheaded nature perfectly with her next attack, launching herself at him without restraint. Her head collided with his armor, but the structural damage from her attacks had been enough to crumple it lightly inward with the force of the headbutt. The blood trickling from his lips turned briefly to a spurt, dripping out from his mask and onto the woman's back. Calm tenacity turned to restlessness, feeling almost as if he were committing the same mistakes as in his last fight.
"Enough!" Garou roared as Barkley spun acrobatically in close quarters, perhaps in an attempt to confuse his perception of her attack. It was a foolish tactic, considering the amount they had trained together. Her kick landed cleanly, the force of her knee stabbing into his liver enough to shake a lesser man to their core, yet the White Wolf bit back rather than shy away. In sync with the ginger's rotations, Garou had raised his hands up and together; when her leg struck out, he took his chance to trade a weighty hammerfist to her ribcage for the armor-denting knee.
Despite being perfectly within range, the Zoran was forced to allow his current target to back away as another man made his presence known. Kotarou's strength was far less than Barkley's own, but the energy he had built up while waiting to make an appearance was still considerable. However, the greatest advantage of having a support was being afforded the capacity to attack and defend simultaneously, so why were they both postured defensively?
Suspicion proved to be Garou's ally as the cross-guarded stance assumed by the black-haired wolf turned out to be no defense at all. Unique attack after unique attack had come the Zoran's way in such a short period of time, instilling a jumpiness in him that proved its use with consistency. His reaction to Kotarou's curious attack appeared non-existant at first, sparks flying wildly as the orb collided with his armor. An eruption of mud and roots filled the area as the attack devastated their surroundings, Garou's form obscured while the debris settled.
When he was visible once more, the demonic canine and his packmate would see no signs of damage to the Zoran. The only change to his form was an aura no longer dyed in the placid light blue it had been thus far, but instead taking on a new and far more sinister appearance. Streaks of black and crimson ran through Garou's energy as sparks of electricity continuously chased the cracks and rips across his armor.
Kotarou's actions seemed almost in slow motion, his attack another iteration of the same demiton bomb that Garou had seen only moments prior. While Barkley's was a vice that tightened around the Zoran's entire body, the second verse felt focused on primarily a single leg. Chaotic energy swelled around the warrior as he blasted off once more, corkscrewing through the air with seemingly random movements in order to ensure his foe would fail to get a lock on him. Each additional twist and turn had a cost, the damage from Barkley's aggression starting to take shape as the fight continued.
Garou held onto his erratic movement just long enough to escape one more circumscribed blast before he landed once more, unable to keep up his pacing. A spray of bullets tore into his backside while he caught his breath, the stinging sensation highly reminiscent of the lashings Vash had given him in the past.
"Look around, and tell me what you see," Garou growled in return, his body shuddering as it slowly recovered from the intense series of movements. Kotarou's willing approach into close combat was a welcome change in pace, though any more downtime he could claim would be all the better. "I see a forest destroyed by your reckless fighting. I see a refusal to communicate. You would like to know me better? Shooting me in the back killed any chance of that."
Garou's voice dripped with frustration. The attacks, he could handle. The exhaustion from running around like a maniac was fine, too. The hypocrisy, the lack of forethought? The conflation of Garou with warmongers or warlords? The gall to stand before him without knowing why he fought, and claiming him a villain?
None of that was going to last.
A second wind surged through the Zoran as his anger took root, an undeniably dangerous switch flipped in the hunter's mind. Kotarou may have been the one to step up to the plate but Garou was the one with the bat. He swung with an unorthodox mix-up of jabs, crosses, and hooks, often repeating the same location two to three times in a row. The machine-gun gattling only slowed down after no less than a dozen blows to each side of the false alpha's ribcage -- he would put down the pup first, then he would decide what to do with Barkley.
That's more like it. Actions Notes: -25% block effectiveness vs my physicals, Double Physicals vs Kota
Their synergy with one another showed itself persistently. From the depths of the sparring arena, to the darkness of a war’s battlefield, Barkley and Garou nearly traded blows. The moment that his knee jammed into his side, her actions were just a smidge quicker, only because of experience she had with his style. As his hammer fist threatened to smash her ribcage, with intent of snapping through the boney armor that protected her organs, his fist sunk into an image which calmly erased itself as if it were just a simple mist that formed from the heavy condensation plaguing the forest itself, unknowingly a foreshadow to a running theme soon.
Barkley’s battle intellect had shown itself, despite how reckless the ginger had been, she took a step back to allow room for Kotarou’s assault and not to be caught in the crossfire, but she made sure that there was enough space for her to jump to aid Kotarou if he needed it most. A flash, like lightning itself, erupted around her to form an aura with a tiny boom of a thunder sound; the ginger pushed herself to the edge of her limit. She did not bother looking around, as the White Wolf demanded. The forest itself had taken the mass of her and Kotarou’s attack. Mushroom like trees lay waste to the ground. The muddy earth itself piled into mush from her attempting to stop herself, and Kota’s attacks charred the forest grounds.
But all she did was smile with her brow furrowing down into a determined stare at the man who was about to engage into close quarters with Kotarou.
“Shooting ‘you’ in the back, huh?” She said that more to herself, but not out of the hearing range of the white wolf. The aura that cloaked him sent a chill down her spine, and by what she could sense between Kotarou and Garou, Garou was much stronger. What she had seen from his movements versus him as well proved that Kotarou would have trouble keeping up. Kotarou stepped up to the plate as the ball, a simple corkscrew.
Garou swung his bat and Barkley came in like a fastball. His fist collided with her face, sending her eyes into a distention and rocking her jaw. Her neck extended slightly, almost to unrealistic lengths but quickly snapped back to normal. Then came his assault, mixed with the flare of his aura which bit like a coiling snake. Blood came out of her mouth like slime. Her body took in all of Garou, yet she refused to back away.
Barkley took this betrayal he felt right to her own body, responsibly and when he was done with her she nearly slumped over, only to tighten her stance and her body with a defiant grunt. Her skin had been burned in several places from his first half of the assault. Her clothing had tattered displaying convenient portions of her skin and covering certain lewd portions with can what only be identified as coincidental magic. Her breathing was at an all-time high while she wiped away the slimy crimson from her lips.
“Liar. No chances have been killed. You know how bad it looks. You are following a murderer. You are following a contentious, arrogant, all mighty being.”
Barkley turned her head, keeping eye contact with him and spat blood onto the ground. “You want to quickly point out the consequences of my actions like I didn’t think about it. This is war, bitch, here are the consequences to YOUR actions! Garou,” she abruptly stopped and her assault began. At-least one of her beams seemed to have pierced him, leaving behind a nasty wound and that was her aim. It almost felt as if the mist was playing tricks with his mind again or was his vision doubling from the intense pain of the wound? The ginger split into two and both struck out at him twice, one was completely false and punched at his wound, yet the real one aimed at his kidney just like her knee did earlier with two simple strikes from both fists.
“Answer the damn question for real! You are acting like I didn’t just fucking ask you what they have for you!”
The untrue Barkley smashed into the real one to form a single entity, but only so that when they split again, it would be confusing as to which one was real again. They split, but this time only half of her body did a split, making it seem like she was a conjoined twin at the hips. The counterfeit ginger spoke this time to grab his attention as she swung two fist at his jaws.
“You either think I am an idiot enough to talk it out with a traitor, or you are just stupid yourself thinking that everything was going to be all sunshine and rainbows coming to me with a Fallen army!”
The real Barkley went for the wound this time, giving him two jabs right toward the hole as her upper body rolled. Again, she smashed into one being before splitting completely this time. One Barkley went left while the other went right, leaving an opening for Kotarou to slide in, but not before the gingers struck. The forged one brought knuckles to his kidney, while the real one brought two pointed finger jabs right toward his neck, trying to weasel her way through his armor.
Both spun around toward his back and she smashed into one being once again and with a sigh she added something before the last portion of her assault. Her voice had softened some with a saddened reverb in her words.
“When I heard you were with my father in the catacombs, I was happy. I wanted to find you…then I found out that you…changed. There is never a good reason for war and taking sides. Just a reason for ourselves, right? Even so, I can’t let you take Mortoseth.”
She dropped as if she was getting ready to sweep kick him, but only an image of a kick came, leaving Barkley still hunched over. She spun around and her true attack was her rising with two more finger jabs to the back of his neck, right into his spinal cord.
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So these two knew each other? Even if only slightly, Kotarou wondered if it was best to spare Garou. He was devilishly fast, but he knew that this was due to the difference between the two of them. He was struck by some of each of their attacks, but that wasn’t something that the demon wanted to think too much on. This was the time up focus.
Garou had accepted the close quarters battle, but Barkley rushed in. He wanted to shout at her about the fire, but she had always been a bit reckless. Kotarou’s teeth ground as he snarled under his breath and pushed forward. His fists balled as he launched at the alien that attacked this place, as he snapped, “Chances are zero? Don’t act like you are morally superior here. You’re attacking this place to give it to a tyrant. Someone that didn’t think twice about killing. Besides, a common attack comes from the back.”
His fists swung first at Garou’s gut, two quick jabs that aimed to try and get some softened up. The demon followed that up with a quick strike with an open palm at his chin, followed by another quick shot at his gut. He pushed quickly, as he threw more speed into it as he ramped up and kicked twice in rapid succession, as he attempted to unbalance Garou. He moved back up as he threw out a few quick jabs for his kidneys.
“Answer Barkley’s question. Do you follow him because he has power? Feh, he wastes it. Killing those in front of him that beg for life, what a despicable man. What a waste of life, for nothing.”
His attacks didn’t pause as he threw two jabs at Garou’s face, which he followed up with two more swift punches at his chest. They’d have to attack him in this manner to keep the alien’s attention between them. Hopefully to get him to think. He wanted them back on this side of events.
Post by Disgraced Garou on Aug 31, 2020 2:09:27 GMT -5
His fists collided with soft flesh, an opponent who wasn't meant to receive the attack bearing the entirety of it in Kotarou's place. Barkley had always been reckless, but even for her this seemed like insanity. Did the foolhardy scholar mean that much to her? That information was useful, a kernel of on-the-spot strategy building upon itself. They were a pack, fighting the "big bad Garou" for the sake of what they believed was right -- there was nothing wrong with that. It just meant they had distanced themselves from him, like all the rest.
A wetness crept into Garou's clothes, far more pervasive a feeling than even the damp fungal air. Blood had begun to soak into his garments, largely invisible under the cover of banded mail but the wound itself was unilaterally exposed. The dull throb of pain turned sharper with each second, but it was far from the worst wound he had received, nor was it the worst he had seen. Adrenaline would continue to surge from his kidneys while the clotting factors in his blood did their thing.
Despite her spiel, the ginger gave him little time to respond before launching into her own assault. A glob of blood splattering on the ground marked the starting bell for their second round, her figure seeming to wobble and distort in the mist. Were it a form of hallucination or sensory failure, he would likely have attempted to make a swift retreat right then and there. But Barkley and Kotarou's attacks, while damaging, had done nothing to his senses; their short intermission had given him the time necessary to catch his breath and reevaluate.
"Don't be naive. The Kais' rule is the source of this all; have you truly not seen the injustices they allow to continue without reprise? Indeed, this is war. But these consequences belong to no individual."
Garou's disembodied voice carried in the mists as his body faded away from Barkley's attack, deft footwork circling around her two-pronged attack. Discerning eyes noted everything about the blows as they struck through the fog, moisture rapidly condensing on all three fighters. His attention split between both the woman and her partner, he couldn't quite understand how she was doing it but he had no doubt that only one of her bodies was real. The next trick would be to understand which one.
"The leadership of the Kais has brought me ruin. Lord Azazel's goals coincide with my own: the death of a goddess. Her existence has been supported or ignored by a council that has ruled far too long," he added, bitterness and rage flaring. Garou had no faith that either foe would sympathize; they had made clear that his actions and circumstances were irrelevant to them. Stings of pain were blotted out by dark emotions as Barkley struck his open wound without hesitation, the wolf's drying blood beginning to drip once more.
"Nothing has ever been rainbows and sunshine, nor did I wish to involve you. But I have betrayed no one." Mist thickened around his hellish appearance, his voice carrying the pain of loss and the rage of an unsatisfied avenger.
She split into two once more, her assault continuing from either side of the Zoran. Poking and prying fingers jammed their way into his neck from one side while a phantasmal fist dissipated against his body armor; the combination of attacks and strategies that Barkley employed finally beginning to click within Garou's mind. Barkley's fingers stung as they dug into the developed muscle at the intersection of his chest plate and his collar, yet their greatest success was in dislodging the expressionless mask from his helm. Beneath it, his face remained unchanged. A splatter of blood added color to his pale visage, the crimson liquid trailing from both corners of his mouth; apart from that, there was nothing that would be new to Barkley.
"I have no qualm with Yan. He fights for his purposes, while I fight for mine. Whatever ideas you have... they are mistaken. I have not changed."
At that statement, the girl launched into another attack. In their frequent spars, Garou had always recognized the flow of her combinations -- had he wished to teach it, Barkley would have been an appropriate candidate to learn of his own style. She had added enough new tricks in this fight to delay him, but now the download was complete. Ginger hair flowed as her body dropped to the ground, a spinning kick soundlessly sweeping towards his legs, but the tell of her false attacks had grown apparent.
It was the mist.
With no shift in the spinning current of fog that covered the field, the Zoran could be certain that the kick was a part of her endless feints. He twisted around on a dime, three heavy elbows sharply whistling downward in an attempt to stop Barkley; it was the first time they had truly come face to face since their poorly timed reunion, and without the mask of bone to cover his face, she would see only the same taut expression he had always worn with her.
Of course, Garou's eyes would not be able to linger on his once-partner for long. Kotarou followed his master's lead obediently, launching a follow-up assault against the White Wolf. His interference was a nuisance, allowing Barkley to back away should she so choose, but the strategist in Garou would make it anything but favorable for her to do so. She had so boldly interceded between the Zoran's attacks towards her current plus-one before; now, he would leave her no opportunity to do so.
Kotarou's fists shot at Garou's gut with all the intensity he seemed able to muster, but he would find himself outclassed at every turn -- the White Wolf had the experience and body control to back up his air of dominance. Shuffling around the jabs was a simple matter, a set of hooks flying concurrently to catch his opponent in the middle of his rhythm. Garou stepped inward as a palm-strike hurtled at his jaw, muting the force of that blow and the following jab against his body as he twisted into a striking knee and rising uppercut.
As the dark-haired demon spaced himself to kick at the armored Zoran, he would catch a cold look of indifference. Piercing blue eyes stared right through Kotarou as they streaked through the mist following their owner's movements. Swiftly twisting out of the way of the first leg, Garou had decided that this so-called "pack leader" had done enough. Bloodstained mud slurped as the White Wolf leaned back, slinging his own kick upwards at the exposed crotch of the less-significant fighter. Kotarou had already proven there to be no honor in this fight; were he to lose his reproductive capabilities, then those would simply be the consequences of his actions.
Garou did give credit where it was due, however little he cared for the other canine fighter's antics -- continuing in his stream of attacks and covering for Barkley a little longer was impressive in its own right. The endless string of jabs ended in a few connecting blows for the fighter, yet the high-intensity combination did little to deter the Zoran from closing back in on the greater threat here.
"If that is how you feel, then you do everyone here a disservice. Especially here -- the Vagril have suffered and died under their tyrannical rulers, and yet you and your Kais simply allow it to happen. Do not talk to me about a moral high ground," Garou replied to Kotarou dismissively, his fist bursting into flame. He lunged at Barkley, ensuring she would have no time to rest. Unless, of course, her minion was brave enough to take the blow for her. Actions Notes: +22% Physical Damage, -25% Block effectiveness vs my physicals, Double Physicals vs Kota
This was honestly kind of annoying. The man decided that Azazel had the high moral ground? For what? Kotarou snarled as he was struck with a few harder jabs, which knocked him back a bit. Enough away that the hellhhound barely twisted to be struck by the second counter, just with an arm in the way. The movements were like a blur, but he was used to fighting opponents stronger than himself. Honestly, way faster and stronger than Garou. Kotarou's arm was there because of the battle instincts that he guessed this guy was gonna strike back this time. In ways that would be hard or neigh impossible for Barkley in interfere. He forced himself to move his arm in a way that hurt himself to not be struck directly.
Fuck, it still stung, more than he'd like to admit. He closed an eye, before he saw that his center was exposed, and that lead to something would have normally led to a ton of pain. Garou proved he was no closer to a higher ground as he aimed for the jewels, but since he made two kicks, his blow landed on a leg, and not the family jewels. Of course, that didn't mean that he saw Garou's move as something less dirty. The guy must have a warped sense of what war meant, and if he thought that Kotarou was gonna play fair against someone that the scouter said was roughly...three? Perhaps four times his strength, then Garou had lost his damn mind. It was also because of that, that he was on a higher alert than normal.
Only some of his quick attacks landed, but he was mostly out of the close encounter. Garou's words just rang hollow to the Scholar. Garou had already tossed his morals in the bin, by stating he wanted to kill. Feh, was she really a goddess or was all that just in his head? Kotarou responded, however, as he allowed his white aura to flow around him.
"And what do you imagine Azazel will do for these people? Absolutely nothing. Do you imagine the Kai are here to make sure the universe runs as a smooth, goodie-two-shoes, place? They are an existence that is meant to keep the universe stable. Beings die out, or worse, are destroyed by the God of Destruction. Don't imagine Azazel will treat these people better. He proved he'd just as readily murder them, on a universe-wide scale, just for a cheap stunt. By siding with him, your morals have hit muck bottom, Garou. Your goal is murder, or death. Do you see me trying to facilitate murder? By following his path, you are paving the way for universal death."
There was not much else he could do, as his body felt a little better, with the power up, but this fight was not yet done, not by a long shot.
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She almost froze as she continued her assault. His words slowly entering her ears during her mist illusion technique. It was true and Barkley started to understand she was mistaken to even use such words about her father as if she could speak for him. Her words came out in anger and emotional recklessness, and yet she never allowed time to fix the statement. The very last assault, the one that was towards his back, only proved to show the ginger that Garou was capable of learning even this much of her.
Barkley’s eyes widened and she quickly switched to a guard, raising one knee up and crunching her arm down to create tension with her body. His elbow dug into her arm like a spearhead and her pupils shrunk along with a gasp escaping her mouth. It could not be helped that her mouth hung open and frozen in pain. Her voice, uncontrolled, guffawed with a pitch of pain as the other two elbows crashed into her guard. This did not compare to the beating she took earlier, the pain felt as if it tried to crush her arm entirely and it fell limp after the block.
She shuttered and her eyes lowered and hollowed out as she had felt herself almost lose consciousness, saliva slowly drizzling from her maw. Even in that state she saw his tense expression and like an electric surge just his eyes woke her from her semi state of catalepsy. Her eyes widened to normality and she gasped in shock. Everything he said had finally caught up to her after the intense collision of his crushing counter to her attack.
Kotarou was sent away from them for the time being after dealing with Garou’s assault and the wild wolf turned his sights back onto the ginger, rushing at her with his fist set ablaze. She pulled her own fist back and a tiny spark of fire surrounded her knuckles as well. Even with her flame so much smaller than his, she swung her fist forward just as he threatened her body with his own fist and the collision would create a powerful thunderous bass that would blow away the entirety of the mist in a shockwave.
The shockwave favored Garou by a landslide, unraveling the threads of Barkley’s sleeve to her already dismantled jacket. Underneath her clothing was a skin tight spandex bodysuit which was barely holding itself together, and missing the sleeve of the arm which punched Garou. Her arm shook as if it were having its own spasm, but unlike before when Barkley blocked his hit she did not screech out of pain. When she drove her fist into his knuckles she screamed for almost every other reason that wasn’t pain and fear.
She did it out of pride, strength, and guilt.
“I-I see, I’m sorry, Gar. I jumped to conclusions without giving you time to explain your stance. You aren’t following anyone. You are walking your own path and someone just so happens to line up with a goal in your sights. You have a different end. Ends….justify the means,” she started to say. She had more but Kotarou spoke and she shook her head for a moment and spoke up.
Even though they were allies, she had to disagree with his perspective.
“Garou, isn’t doing this for Azazel. He wasn’t doing this for the Kais when he was here. I honestly don’t think he has much of a care about how smooth this universe runs. He has his own goals and his own end. This is….just his means to meet that end. I respect it.”
Her fist pushed against his knuckles still, not letting go of the gesture.
“My goal for this war in general is to protect the lesser races and put the spotlight on them in-front of the Kais. The Vagrils. The Gavarians. The Arlians. They suffer so much. You are right the Kais allow it with no intervention, yet I know in my heart that if no one acts now, this war will wipe them out. I’d rather shy away from change and work with what I got than to allow a murderer rule over them.
“But, putting that aside,” She was almost done. Garou would feel her arm returning it’s strength and her body tensing back up. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before her expression hardened and she opened her eyes and the volume of her voice rose exponentially with almost each word.
“I WILL KILL THAT GODDESS IF THAT MEANS TO SAVE YOUR SANITY. WHATEVER SHE DID TO YOU MUST HAVE BEEN UNFORGIVEABLE AND NO ONE HURTS MY FRIENDS.”
She then grinned wide, despite the pain through her body and she jumped back some and withdrew her fist.
“Win or lose. I don’t care. I stand by my words and I mean what I say. Garou, may the best side win…jerk. Ahhh!!”
She didn’t give him time to fully process what she said. With a wild and goofy grin she dashed at him with both of her fist catching fire like she did before to block his massive flame. Her attacks had a more reserve and less aggressive aim, punching him in tougher spots of his body rather than going for softer and vital points. Five punches rained down on him with all her might put into them.
Post by Disgraced Garou on Sept 1, 2020 21:51:45 GMT -5
Even in the midst of their fight, a look of genuine surprise managed to stick to the Zoran's face. It wasn't a response to the rigidity of Kotarou's beliefs, nor the sponginess of his body; it wasn't even a response to the apparent refusal of Barkley to wear battle-appropriate attire as her clothes unraveled under the duress of consecutive impacts. Rather than any of those inconsequential reasons, Garou's confusion was a result of the sudden shift in attitude made by his opponent.
Shining blue eyes remained undulled by pain even as pale skin and fiery hair had become muted by blood and dirt; his blows to the girl's face didn't seem to have concussed her, yet her interpretation of his actions had entirely changed. It was rare enough to find someone willing to consider an opposing viewpoint, let alone attempt to understand the motivation behind it. The pack "leader" was a prime example of this, and the true alpha even went so far as to call him out on his own egocentric position.
Hence Garou's surprise.
Barkley's fist remained nearly interlocked with his, their clash's shockwave still casting echoes in the forest's mutilated remains. The mist had blown away with their collision, a gust of heat exploding outwards to reveal a clear picture of the battlefield before the vapors condensed around them once more. While Garou had been dealing with Barkley and Kotarou, his own forces had been thinned dramatically. He had little time to judge their wounds, but considering the presence of the Kais forces had dropped as well, it likely didn't matter. Their success was out of his control. If the pack of two chose to leave him alone, he may have been able to aid in the assault, but if he was tied up much longer, it would be a game of chance.
The sensation of knuckles grinding and popping suddenly filled his mind. Strength returned to Barkley's fist, her fingers balling up tighter as the pressure rose to force his own arm away. The ginger's usual excitement returned, no longer superseded by her irrational anger -- this was the Barkley that Garou had known. Making declarations of absurd proportions backed by nothing but the vague concept of friendship, her words continued to tear down the barriers that the lone Wolf had been raised behind. Fog swirled beneath his nostrils, the huff barely audible behind the ringing in his ears after Barkley's boisterous proclamation. It was the closest thing to a laugh he could manage.
A small burst of strength forced Garou to recoil as his the girl disengaged, her arm already cocked back and filling with the same energy that had challenged his earlier attack. Embers roared as she caught him off-guard with the first attack, the surprised half-smile torn clean from his face. Barkley's punches flew in a fury, yet her goofy grin only served to raise the White Wolf's spirits. In a few short sentences, the young human had shown him a greater honor than almost any who had before her: in spite of their differing factions, she tore their fight away from the war and away from ideologies. Their fight had become about them.
Much like the day they had first fought one another, the air surrounding them turned to a boil as Garou felt compelled to rise to the challenge. She had thrown her fists at his in an attempt to clash, and he did the same; their combined fire only flourished with each repeated impact. Each time their fists met, the Zoran felt the effects of his fatigue and injuries wash away, nearly forgetting even the spatter of burns marring his torso. He would not forget his objective in taking Mortoseth, but the opponents who stood in his way were no longer targets. They had become something much more than that, thanks to the young girl's words. He would have to show them the appropriate thanks.
Freed of his own mental cage, Garou's strength soared. Deep blue spirit flowed from his every pore as the holes in his armor seemed to patch themselves from beneath. Flames licked hungrily at his body as if pouring from the commander's wounds as gale-force winds rippled around him, pulsating while his ki rampaged. Fallen and Kai alike, anyone who couldn't resist the Zoran's transcendence would be driven from the forest. Even Vash's power went untapped, sharing an unspoken sentiment that Barkley and Kotarou would receive him and only him.
Oceanic blue condensed into twin sapphires to be held by marvelous and terrible claws, their hue and vibrance matching the fire of his eyes. Garou dropped into a horse stance, his arms drawn back with the rapidly growing energy exceeding the size of his hands. As he thrust the condensed spheres forward, they arced out and upwards before colliding back into a united entity. For the briefest instant, even the Dark Line was illuminated by the brilliant sun before it fragmented under it's own weight. Hundreds of individual blasts sought out Barkley and Kotarou, each one housing a small spirit of the flame that Garou carried within his soul.
The words were lost entirely over the howling storm of his own energy, but if either Barkley or Kotarou drew close enough to clearly see his face they would have had a chance to see the White Wolf smile. Actions Notes: +22% Physical Damage, -25% Block effectiveness vs my physicals, Double Physicals vs Both
His mood change was described muted if anything else. Garou didn’t speak words to express how his emotions had switched, and just as fast as Barkley’s had. Her explosive charge with her fist were easily met with the White Wolf’s knuckles, one after another, As they clashed Garou could hear her chuckle easy, even with the sounds of battle behind them. Upon the final collision of fists, there was a sudden expulsion of power from Garou that pushed even Barkley back from him.
She covered her face as his power drove her closer to Kotarou. Looking around, she saw that both forces had been forcefully separated, the Fallen pushing more towards the dark side of Mortoseth and the Kai Forces pushing deeper into the light side.
“Okay, Kotarou this is where it gets serious. I don’t win many of our spars, so… this is going to have to be a statement. Let’s show him just how the pack operates!” She uncovered her face some and then there was a grin.
“Then once we are done, let us welcome him with open arms. I will provide you with an opening. Hit him hard.”
Garou’s power had grown, but it did not cause the ginger to shutter or gave her fearful chills. Instead she dropped down, placing both hands onto the soft muddy earth and bending one knee, with her foot on the other leg slightly extended as if ready to push off and begin a race.
Go! She pushed off her leg and she rushed toward him, running as if she had started a relay race right towards Garou and the energy he unleashed. Her aura sparked and began to jump around her in a mad dance of electricity, but before they could make a collision with each other, the two blasts and Barkley, the twin balls jumped up into the sky, but Barkley was not going to let them go easily.
She jumped up, her aura breaking from her skin and encasing her as she rocketed up like a missile into the joined blasts! Barkley’s electric aura began to mix and muddle with the energies and allowed not even a drip of it to escape her as she absorbed all of it’s might into her body, turning her body into the sun which illumined the Dark Line for the moment. On one side were the Fallen. On the other side, the Kai Forces.
Both sets of warriors covered their eyes at the marvelous exposure of the bright girl, who shined bright like a diamond. Or would it have been a mystery solved? Is this what stars looked like when you were brave enough to get close to them? The outline of a woman was all that could be seen for the moment and the energy seemed to lose saturation and dye into a brighter white color, Barkley purifying the energy into her own.
Her floodlit arm rose up and she seemed to touch the side of her head, which was her activating the scouter implant for communications.
“General. I can perform Tactic G now. I have enough energy. Tactical retreat, or they are going to get caught too.”
She heard not only the General respond in kind, but most of the Kai Forces erupted over the comms. The Kai Forces started pushing further away from the battlefield, and as they did, her body started to dullen its illuminance until only one part of her shared that brightness; her pupils. The were damn near bright white, instead of the sapphire it was used to being. While she was floating in the air, she looked down towards Garou, hoping Kotarou had also reacted to get space.
He would know what Tactic G was at this point as well. Both of her hands extended forward.
“YOU WILL NOT TAKE MORTOSETH, NOT WHILE I CAN HELP IT!” She yelled at the Fallen forces before her face finally met with Garou’s again and there it was, her smile. It simply told him…..
Dodge it again.
The ground started to feel heavy once again, but this time on a larger scale. Not just around Garou had gotten a shift in gravity, it was nearly the entire Fallen force that would feel it. It felt as if the ground had reached up and wrapped arms around their shoulders and with a rough pull tried to bring them down into the ground itself. The muddy earth sunk and mud pushed outward leaving behind the more stable and harder ground which cracked at the pressure.
But she was not done there. The massive shift in gravity was only there to hold them in place for the final shift and this one would feel more like a massive invisible piston crashing down onto the ground and created a perfect circle in the ground which dug several feet deep in an attempt to crush them all. Her body remained floating and she lost tension in her body after performing the double gravity attack. Her eyes were still white and her fingers started to spark in anticipation. She placed her fingers back up to the side of her head again to activate the comms.
“I can do it. I can take in the energy, please. Everyone lend me your strength. Lend me a little bit of your strengths. I will send them packing.”
Her gaze went down to Garou and again that smile was there to reassure him. Even as a circumstantial enemy, she cared for the white wolf. But the name enemy was still in that, right? She was not going to disrespect him and let him have Mortoseth easy. If he wanted it, then he’d have to break her ‘Spirit’. Her fingers started to spark with white energy, a prefigure of what’s to come soon.
Well, tensions certain reached a peak, at least in the way that they all spoke to each other. Garou was stubborn and didn’t seem like he wanted to look at another prospective- though Kotarou might have bias there. Hell, he didn’t really know much about Garou, he had only just found things out about him today. The war probably brought out a far more harsh judge of character than Kotarou should have made.
However, it seemed that things were not gonna end up so easy here. Garou took a strong punch from Barkley, but it seemed to avoid damage from their follow ups. The demon narrowed his gaze as the other seemed to take more power upon himself, so he followed suit as the character for guts showed up on his back, just like the bigger version that was on the back of his shirt. Power surged through the demon as he narrowed his gaze and then contacted the demon within.
”Alright, so listen up, shithead. I’m gonna give you a bit of control. All you get is a little. But we need to beat this guy soon. Barkley isn’t in the best shape, so we’re gonna pressure him.” This was a risk, since the demon always wanted this kind of control. However, it seemed that even the demon understood that this was important. Horns grew from the side of Kotarou’s head as the other took control, the whites of his pupils turned black a moment.
”Well, its about time. This guy woulda wrecked y’all without me, y’know?”
The demon immediately took action after Barkley absorbed the attack that had been launched for both of them. His maw opened and ki poured out straight at Garou’s left arm. That was just the start.
"Kotarou, don't let your opponent see your true strengths right away. Hold out until you need to use this technique. It will make or break your reckless battles against stronger opponents."
The demon then rushed for the alien and opened his maw again, though with his rush, he seemed far faster. He used a trick that the main body had learned from Adel to move far faster. His mouth opened again as he blasted at Garou’s chest. Not just once, either. It was a gout of several attacks aimed at his chest, in quick succession.
“I ain’t gonna ask ya to trust me. But I’mma have to ask ya to trust Barkley.” The voice might not have any meaning to Garou, but for Barkley, she would recognize it as the nameless demon that lay within Kotarou, as he moved to get ready to pressure Garou more.
Ki used: 21%
A1. Majin [+500 +10% (while Crushed)] A2. Demogorgon Horn [+Double Str and Spd for 3 actions] A3. Mouth Blast -3% ki [DR2.5] [42,527 Str, 41,176 Spd] A4 - Crush - [6%]DZ. Mouth Blast -3% ki [DR2.5] [42,527 Str, 76,128 Spd] SW. Mouth Blast -3% ki [DR2.5] [Str, Spd] [42,527 Str, 76,128 Spd] DZ. Mouth Blast -3% ki [DR2.5] [Str, Spd] [42,527 Str, 76,128 Spd] SW. Mouth Blast -3% ki [DR2.5] [Str, Spd] [42,527 Str, 76,128 Spd] Free. Crush Stance.
Post by Disgraced Garou on Sept 4, 2020 2:39:34 GMT -5
Wind continued to tear away at the fungal planet, vegetation and soft ground caught in the gravitational field of the White Wolf's very presence. Ginger hair whipped wildly in the distance, soft locks caught in the storm's embrace as their owner lowered herself as if crouching onto a sprinter's block. The Zoran's toothy grin didn't wane even as she charged forward, yellow and orange flashes accompanying her every step towards his vibrant attack. Treacherous cracks and newly revealed roots meant nothing to the woman, her dash filled with a wild tenacity and grace the brilliance of which only served to part Garou's lips further.
He had trained with Barkley, sparred and adventured with her, yet there were only two times he saw her show off so spectacularly, and both were certain to bring enjoyment to all parties involved. It was never certain what she would do next, but no matter what it was her surprises always shone brightly. In this case, it was a literal shining light -- the ocean of energy that Garou unleashed enveloped her, transfiguring the battle-beaten girl into a beacon of white. Even within the inaudible vacuum of his own pulsating energy, he could see the shift in morale among the Kai forces as they rallied together, the most powerful of them casting a shadow for all to see.
Those under his command, on the other hand, had been isolated from their commander. His helmet had been discarded with the constant harassment of Barkley and Kotarou, and with it his access to the communications array. Even from his position in the new center of the battlefield, Garou could make out the faces of his troops. They had been well disciplined, but the rallying cry of their foes was not something to be underestimated. Mortoseth's very crust began to rumble, a vast power taking hold of the battlefield with Barkley's outstretched arms. Her smile and the chaotic tremors told him what was happening, but Garou had no intention of allowing his men to meet such a fate.
"DO NOT FALTER!"
Vicious gusts shredded every sound that made its way toward Garou, but from the inside out even a sigh became a scream; it would be no surprise if the Fallen commander's gruff voice could be heard by every living thing for a dozen miles or more. The very pressure of it shattered Barkley's initial hold on their battlefield, and the confusion of his soldiers turned to passion. Two warriors, each overflowing with vastly different fonts of strength; their contest of wills was still far from over.
Once more, the illuminated ginger extended her ki to crush those fighting for a new order. As if guiding the powers that bound the universe together, a shimmering phantasm of what could only be described as gravity itself inched closer with every passing breath. Were it not for his own experience with the technique, that may have been enough to stop Garou's invasion in its tracks. He could have escaped its clutches, sure, but Barkley's purpose was never to crush just him.
It was fortunate for the Fallen, then, that he could read his foe's intent. The bursts of wind that ravaged the ground near him accelerated exponentially as the White Wolf focused his own strength. More of Mortoseth's devastated landscape tore at the seams of Garou's power, a single point on his palm twinkling like a star reflected in the soothing calm waters of his home. Gravity had concentrated there, the gasses making up the fungal planet's atmosphere packed so tightly that it was all he could do to direct the explosive energy.
Each second threatened nuclear fission as the compacted energy fought with its master. The vortex that surrounded Garou served as his only timepiece, the muscles in his forearm and hand shrieking with the wind as he held tightly onto his miniature sun. When Barkley's artificial ceiling came crashing down upon them, that twinkle within the White Wolf's paw was all it met.
As their ki collided, the result could only have been compared to an active chessboard thrown into the wind. Desperate for release, the energy stored on the surface of the Zoran's hand exploded outwards like a branch of lightning through Barkley's attack. With Garou at its epicenter, a spontaneous typhoon of energy gobbled up everything and everyone it could, immense shockwaves scattering them beyond the furthest reaches of his vision. Be it Fallen, Kai, innocent wildlife -- the repulsive force was indiscriminate, blasting even its progenitor high into Mortoseth's atmosphere.
Darkness filled his vision as blood rushed to his head, desperate to stay conscious despite his unexpected takeoff. His equilibrium suffered, throbbing heartbeat drowning out everything else until a bolt of energy struck him. Reinforced armor and an exoskeleton of bone reddened with heat, the burn of atmospheric reentry nearly keeping him awake from sheer discomfort. Every breath was a struggle as he spun randomly in free-fall, the occasional pocket of air bouncing him around like a pinball until an unfamiliar blast of ki halted his momentum the painful way.
Another two bolts burst upon his chest before his senses realigned with reality, panicked kicks blasting him sideways through the air at supersonic speeds in the face of another set of the precision blasts. When the assault finally abated, the White Wolf was left floating almost half a mile away from where he'd started, and at least another half a mile high. There was no way of contacting his troops, and all the fungal forests appeared the same from the sky; if it weren't for his ability to sense Barkley and Kotarou, he would have truly been lost.
However, there was one advantage of his position above the treeline. Deviously smiling as he raised his arms up once more, the White Wolf knew just the way to summon his opponents to him directly. A pillar of light shone out of his position, the ominous shadow at its apex beckoning the planet's defenders. Crackling energy took the shape of a slate-colored sphere, expanding and darkening until it filled the sky above. Thin stripes of flame danced around the great orb until they found their way into the bomb's center, twisting together like a ball of rubber bands until a core was complete.
Barkley had attacked him and his troops together, and it was time to return the favor. All it took was a simple nudge in their direction and the chaotic prism began tumbling down; either they would deal with it, or their troops would pay the price.
Actions Notes: +22% Physical Damage, -25% Block effectiveness vs my physicals, Double Physicals vs Both
War seemed to now be Barkley’s mission. She didn’t even try and spare the troops of Garou and the Fallen. However, it seemed that Garou had lost the ability to speak. He no longer wanted to, perhaps? Or he was just so damn focused. Kotarou couldn’t smell much left in the forest but the war that waged around them. Death, blood, fire. War was something that destroyed planets and landmarks. This forest might recover with time, or perhaps not. The nameless demon, on the other hand, admired all the death and destruction. It wanted *more*, considering its origin, but nameless wouldn’t attain it this day. “Cheeky bastard, not responding,” muttered the demon.
Kotarou’s blasts appeared successful, something that the demon was not truly ready to believe was a success until he noted that his opponent had been brought out of whatever stupor he’d been drawn into. The demon rose a hand, as he prepared to use a bigger attack, but paused. Garou’s energy started to flare, and much more than when he’d used the attack that Barkley had absorbed. So, was this his attempt to finish the two of them off? The demon’s eyes narrowed darkened as the nameless demon grinned, “Are you ready, partner?”
”The fuck are you calling me partner for now?
”Easy. If he lands that, we’re all dead,” came the blunt reply.
The demon half turned towards their squadron and shouted, “Everyone! The moment he flings that giant ass ball at us, fire back up at it, ya?” It wasn’t like anyone had a choice. Everyone with sense or scouters, they could sense the attack that Garou prepared. Even the Fallen had to take notice.
Kotarou and his demon seemed to pool their resources as the honed head turned to Barkley, “Save yourself for after the moment, lovely. Then we counter attack.” The demon took off into the air,a jump to the thickest branch still around, arms at his sides as he gathered his own energy. Much had already been spent on the battle, but he knew what attack to use here.
As soon as the slate-colored blast started its movement, Kotarou shouted through the Scouter, ”Now!”
Energy signatures flared below as Kotarou used almost half his remaining ki and started to fire back at the orb. The first blast hit. The orb barely slowed. *Bam*, the second hit. The orb didn’t seem to have flinched at that blast either. However, the demon wasn’t about to give up. He fired again, *pop*, the orb slowed every so slightly in it’s descent. The demon saw his chance and raised both hands. “Rahhhhhhhhhh!”
Ki rained upwards in a display of random and chaotic blasts from the demon’s palms. Each bolt shot him backwards in what appeared to be recoil as he poured ki through his fists. Each remaining bolt struck and slowed down the ball, until the last four remained of the technique that Jutters had taught him. He roared in defiance as he blasted the last four together! He used this opportunity to blast the enemy’s attack so that he could launch it into the sky and away from all the forces on the ground.
The rush of this temporarily forced the demon from the body of the Hellhound, and while he regained his body, the demon pushed his arm towards Garou before he attacked with ki once more, a single finger pointed in his direction, before he opened his mouth again and released another blast upon the man. He pushed back on the demon’s control, but as he was low, he knew it’d surface and gain full control if he wasn’t careful.
Ki used: 31%
A1-2. Galactic Machine Gun [-25% ki] [Blast Cancel vs A3-4] [Ki used advantage] [Demogorgon Horn Effect: +50% str and spd] A3. Crushed A4 - One Finger Blast [DR 2] [-3% ki Crush Stance. Mouth Blast [DR 2.5] [-3% ki]