Caves for Tranquil No Ones (KoV VIII R3)

The battle from before had been tiring and relentless. From a castle to a volcanic provadince to the aftermath of what appeared to be an earthquake. Both of the contestants had nearly died at least once. Thankfully however the Asgardian empowered warrior had maintained consciousness longer then her opposition. Now healed from her wounds she readied herself for the coming fight taking her sonar goggles and choosing to enter the fight in the green form.

Auburn almost red hair bounced as Ruby ventured into the caves. Stalagtights and stalagmights reached up and down in an innumerable number. If the various caves weren't a labryth already these calcium spires would make it so. The sonar goggles maintained a good visual thanks to the various drips of water falling to stones and puddles with a rather enthusiastic skip the girl made way to the largest open chasm.

A slit emerges on her back expanding into a full opening where five swords emerge. The hovering blades form in front of the sister to Nobody a ring like pattern with a vibrant orb of emerald light in the center. The blades close the floral ring like pattern forming a barrel like image. And then with a sequence of thunderous cracks Ruby begins to fire the collosal kinetic beams down every chasm she could find. Admittedly she was shooting blind but if she targeted every tunnel she figured her opposition would be down one of them.

Much like a caricature, the portal's replicated view of the current landscape, warped and slightly distorted, had an odd look to it. Milo sought to absorb all he could from the outside looking in, unsure of what phenomenal assailant awaited him in the third round of the tournament. His previous opponents had thought little of making his ascension a duty that did not facilitate a lack of determination and perseverance. Each of these men sought to end him, thusly the Tranquil would have to enter the current round with as much willingness and murderous intent as those he faced.

Stepping through the portal his visual prowess operated on an acute yet brief analysis of the nature of the transportation system. Arriving in the cantankerous cavern he was greeted almost immediately by a rather large, predatory like animal. Bat-like wings adorned its back, yet its bipedal posture and definitive gaze suggested that the animal was more than it seemed. On a primal level it sized Milo up, seemingly trying to discern whether he be predator or prey. Designated as the former, the beast stalked into the dark recesses of caverns multitude of passageways. With so much life bristling throughout the taciturn crevices Milo realized he could not locate his opponent lest they did something to differentiate their energy signature.

This location brought back a memory of the previous tournament, in which Milo faced a man known as the Amazing Angel within a railroad tunnel. Much like the cavern, the tunnel held an innumerable amount of various routes to scour and the strategy crafted then had proved successful in locating the opponent in due time. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." Milo chimed as he dropped to an indian style seated position. Seventeen clones of the Keijijo Kaze materialized beside him and took off with high octane speed, venturing throughout the cave's many tunnels.

The clones did not get far before the unknown attacker made a move that exposed not only their location, but an aspect of their fighting style as well. One by one virulent beams of kinetic energy shot down the tunnels. Ten clones were befallen by this brutal attack before the others managed to make use of heaven's eyes to avoid the attack. As the clones shared consciousness with their creator, the moment a single clone was destroyed, the energy it had come into contact with was imprinted in memory. Thusly, through the use of heaven's eyes Milo could isolate the specific wavelength as the energy sifted off of the user and travelled through the air. As it seemed that the attacker was channeling the energy through the pathways one by one and not simultaneously, the clones would have a chance to coordinate their movements before the attacks reached them.

Upping their transition speed, no longer aimlessly travelling but now with purpose, the group emerged from the tunnel from seven different directions, intent on pouncing on the opponent. While four of them rushed in with a lengthy series of speed enhanced, precision based strikes in an attempt to paralyze the opponent. Lacking the intensity and power of the original due to the fractional distribution of chakra, these attacks were simply meant to keep the opponent off balance and occupied whilst the other three prepared. One clone sat in the middle as the other two focused their efforts into the harmonization of a swirling sphere of concentrated in the palm of the first's hand. Slowly the sphere grew in shape as its rotations became more rapid. Four shuriken like blades emerged from the large sphere as it began to emanate a loud noise with a lavish luminosity. Known as the kazebakudon or wind bomb this attack was less of a game changer and more of a game ender with its lethality and sheer size.

With their task completed, the two clones dove into battle with the goal of pinning their opponent down. The clone holding the wind bomb cocked his arm back and launched the attack, singing with a loud noise as it cut through the air. The attack raced towards the foe, growing in size as it gathered both ambient wind and energy. If this attack connected the nigh infinite microscopic wind blades with the ball would lacerate the opponent on a cellular level, completely destroying the chakra circulatory system and viscerally disintegrating whatever it came in contact with. At the moment of contact a vast expansion would occur ensuring that no one within the hub of cavern routes would escape. Thusly, if the opponent managed to evade initial contact, they would surely be caught by the expansion of the attack.

Milo, pensively observing the opening moments of the bout through the eyes of his clones, intended to delay engaging his foe for as long as he could, yearning to absorb as much information about his opponent as possible before the showdown could truly begin. As such fifty more clones were spawned and dispatched, filling the passageways to inhibit safe passage and prevent the discovery of his location. His opponent would surely have a fight on her hands before the true battle even began.

@tranquil:

Giggling with destructive delight Ruby send decimating beam after the next. Chasms running drastically deeper and deeper until luminous lances finally had energy burned out. Then they came her adversary finally finding her. She'd fought an elf and an angel this time though it seemed to be seven humans. And as deranged as Ruby seemed and quite possibly was she knew that these were likely a clone. A strategy she knew of from one of her own techniques. At this speed and strength though they were able to be taken by the given forms durability further made possible by her inherent energy shield of Avalon technology.

The impacts dropped it to ninety percent but these were just fists and made in close proximity to a girl with five floating blades as she was hit the blades turned one for each clone out to impale them just as fists met Ruby. The fifth blade slashed violently seeking to shred the clones. She'd start to back up as the blades would begin to swipe through the air seeking to insure the demise of clones. But another attack was coming this one was more predictable however. One left one right one in the center with some kind of bomb. Pin her down and detonate she wasn't blown away by the presented technique.

As attackers closed the distance two blades lanced out for each of them seeking to spear the heart and detach the head. The fifth blade shot towards the one who tossed the howling explosive. While the girl in green leapt upwards explosive passing beneath her. Just as a wall was soon to be struck the blades came back to Ruby and fired downwards stopping the fall and instead shooting her upwards through the cave. Her shields dropped to seventy five percent but she'd escaped the opening. A good thing to she deducted seeing how the room was now littered with debris every wall marked with thousands upon thousands of cuts. From what Ruby could see she was now three floors above. Time for a cave in the lance of energy had also gone through another three floors downward as well. Seven floors in total to cover the plan was simple.

The series of blades shot downwards glowing sphere in the center. It reached the seventh floor and the blades opened up the usual lance of energy shot out along the path of the blades like a giant star design. A thought and the blades were spinning subsequently so did the lances of energy. The blades controlled as easy as No One's own limbs began to rise and fall like a yoyo gyrating blades and far reaching beams of energy starting to rise and fall and butcher the caverns below. Of course the longer this kept up the more structurally unsound those lower caves would become. She sought to spare herself the notion of fighting an army by simply burying them beneath hundreds of tons of rock.

Bringing the blades up knowing full well if she wasn't being assailed when playing with a destructive yoyo she soon would be her blades when returning to her would fire a beam of energy to her left right front and back as cover before transforming into her white variation in a flash of blinding pearlescent light. In this variation she had cryokinesis the blades of hers becoming a single rapier. With an artistic twirl posing as the egotistic girl often did she thrusted the blade into the ground sending out waves of ice designed to freeze over the entire series of caves wanting the only open space to be where the white haired combatant stood. If it wasn't her be it man bat or nothingness she wanted it to be encompassed in ice cold enough to make movement impossible and frost bite all encompassing.

Befuddled by the sheer idiocracy of his clones Milo did everything he could to maintain his composure as the elite martial arts and air yoso agility training he'd underwent proved useless against a slew of blades. One by one the doppelgangers were felled by her combat artistry, even managing to avoid the well prepared attack with ease. Pensively the information was absorbed, every movement down to the kinetic exchange of molecular energy was recorded for the imminent face off between the two. Via the wind bomb and her own devastating strength, the one closely compacted cavern space had been expanded. Layers upon layers had been destroyed by this opening engagement and the opponent seemed intent on continuing without a care.

Hovering above the original location as an innumerable amount of clones spewed from the various caverns like ants, the sword master began telekinetically spinning her weapons in a wide arc. Beams of energy shot from each blade's tip as they spun rapidly, creating a lethal sphere of both metal and energy that decimated the small army of copies as well as the support holding the sublevels of the cavern together. As the ground beneath the Tranquil began to shake and a ceiling collapse was imminent, a hasty plan was dispatched. One clone was summoned and immediately took off at appearance. Milo rose to his feet, and the ceiling fell, seeking to destroy his body in a boulder burial. Yet the rock simply passed through his now transparent form before it dematerialized from the area. Appearing in front of his foe he raised his hands, feigning surrender, only to receive a blast to the chest that burned through the fabric of his Keijijo elite body armor with ease.

A mix of dextrous haste and intuitive reflex caused the Keijijo Kaze to drop his hand to the side and reach for a single geijutsu kunai within his sash. In one fluid motion the kunai was drawn and launched past the woman and her flailing weapons. With the multifaceted light show occurring in tandem with the swinging of the actual blades, the kunai would surely go unnoticed as it passed through the chaos and impaled the wall behind his assailant. Ironically Milo's body continued sailing back until the caverns twisted interior impeded the Bravehart's travel. With a loud thud his body impacted the wall, embedding his figure in a self created crater.

Pain surfaced as small yelp escaped his lips and his eyes squinted, unknowingly responding to the violent burst of light as his opponent changed forms. The insufferable pain sustained from the attack slowly subsided as Milo moved a single arm in an attempt to free himself. Yet his opponent had no intention of allowing this to happen as a playful, childish twirl spread bone chilling ice across the entire arena. Frozen in place, Milo's appearance was akin to that of an ice sculpture, arms reaching ahead of the rest of his immobilized form.

Though he could not move, his brain had not ceased to function. His eyes peered through the ice, heavily indulged in the analysis of this new form she possessed. A single blade, cryokinetic control, but a single similarity that all her forms possibly possessed, a distinct lack of mental defenses. A focal point for attacks in the later stages of the bout, Milo sought to reveal her entire repertoire before attempting to secure a victory. Using the kunai he'd placed promptly before being reduced to an icicle, the Keijijo Kaze's body was transported to the opposite end of the cavern. Now behind his opponent, his icy prison rendered vacant, Milo addressed her. "Well done. You've drawn me out," he exclaimed, ripping the shredded tatters of his shirt off to reveal his herculean musculature tantamount to his unbridled strength, kunai clutched in hand. "Now what? Any plan of attack? Or did you expect that laughable display to finish me off?"

A sadistic smirk ushered in a series of speed induced attacks. With a mere five foot distance between them he was almost sure that breaking the sound barrier at this range would cause the sonic boom alone to send the woman flying. Nonetheless the boom shook the cavern, causing fissures and cracks in the many chasms, nearly rendering the entire area inhospitable, even for the native dwellers. Using the strength derived from high speed movement he assailed his foe with a series of bone shattering blows, each fist pushing past the sound barrier with the same emphatically erratic force. This attack, much like the others, was simply meant to keep the woman off balance, and unaware of the underlying plan as the clone Milo created sat within the core of the planet, meticulously gathering energy from the semi volatile heart of the cavernous setting.

@tranquil:

Thanks to her own spazmatic delight in pyrotechnics and creating a frozen domain she had no idea what her opposition was doing. On the optimistic side the ice was more responding to what light there was in the cave and so the sonar goggles weren't necessary. Ruby was delighted by this because goggles looked better as a headband. Truest benefit however was in the fact that it sparred her from being blinded. Once back to full strength and speed not split into numerous clones Tranquil was far faster. The rupture of the sonic barrier would have no doubt ravaged her vision with the goggles on.

The first blow hit with titanic force her shields dropped to fifty percent in the singular impact and sent the girl flying backwards. The following chase was fended off by constructs of ice leaping up as platforms. Rather then stopping the knock back she kept it up making a barrier of ice and jumping off it in a series of video game like gravity defying stunts. As each barrier impact it made a greater area of the cave structurally unsound. Ice shot every direction like micro sized comets as the sound barrier softened stone and ice. Another impact manages to get pass barriers and to her. Shields dropping to thirty percent this time though she chose to platform jump upwards. Triggering the yellow capsul on her blade time for her slows down for her what was a second felt like a minute to her.

She constructed a glacier weighing a ton and launched it towards the ground. Almost a complete mile of the caves would shatter on impact plummeting downwards several floors. Conflict of blinding speed made the collapse easy. Meanwhile with a shockwave of icy shards the various stalagmights fell from the ceiling. These subzero spears of rock would be bounced between as Ruby attempted to send a daunting barrage at her foe. Seeking to crush and impale him hundreds of times over.

When her moment was up she began to gather ice around her as she fell down the vast chasm. An effort to shield herself from attacks aided by absolute zero temperatures about her. When she hit the ground she'd manipulate the ice to attempt to make the newest domain of conflict a sea of frozen spikes. "Wow your kind of an ass huh. Honestly I just find ice pretty" the pearlescent haired receptionist taunted before shrugging the entire ordeal off. Granted she was also oblivious to what the clone might be doing or if there was anymore. Similarly do to her own enthusiastic playing about she'd completely missed the fact her opponent had a way of teleportation. Conflict was a game to her she certainly could take the battle more serious then she was.

@no_one_:

Blow after pulse pounding blow shook the icy arena to the very core as the Keijijo Kaze ruthlessly pursued his foe. Each time his fist impacted the target, he could feel a tightly interlaced molecular force intercepting. Acute deduction revealed that she possessed some method of shielding. Before he could truly damage her he'd need to bypass this defense as well. This revelation compelled him to continue along the current course of action, despite the fact that it was becoming less and less effective as her maneuverability was proved of the upper echelon.

Crystalline specks of ice flew in every direction as his fists smashed through the makeshift barriers. A crescendo of shattering shards sang throughout the cavern and despite the high amounts of energy being placed into each attack, Milo hadn't even managed to break a sweat. Approaching at a convex angle to ensure little time for a counter attack Milo was surprised when his visual prowess was bombarded by a luminescent lemony hue derived from her weapon. As the glow dissipated slightly, Milo understood exactly what it represented. The yellow on the blade of her rapier had a direct correlation with the temporally manipulated speed she had ascertained. To one without heaven's eyes, this entire act would have gone unnoticed. Milo, fully aware of what the woman was doing, impeded his rush as a monumental block of ice raced towards him. Speed would have allowed him to evade the rather large object, but he could not afford to do so. The trajectory of the glacier would cause it to impact the core of the planet, prematurely ending the clone's action in said area. Unwilling to forgo his well concocted scheme Milo positioned his hands in front of himself as the glacier reached close proximity.

Muscles flexed and cries of agony were elicited as Milo attempted to cease travel of the large object to no avail. His body crashed through a series of the caverns walls and only through the use of heavy chi enhancements was his physical body allowed to endure such damage. Slowly but surely the large glacier was being pulled to a stop, and this was when it seemed that his opponent sought to end him. A myriad of frost covered stalagmites had been ripped from the ceiling of the caverns and launched towards the Tranquil at deadly speeds. As the interior of the stalagmites were composed of rock, they maintained form as they ripped through the glacier and raced towards Milo. Overworked from his attempt to stop the glacier, and overwhelmed by the sheer number of stalagmites and their close proximity to him, the Keijijo Kaze was forced to make use of one of Heaven's Eyes most powerful techniques.

"COMMAND!" Milo yelled, throwing the hands of his now battered form forward with emphasis. A mystical, invisible force of repulsion manifested itself, turning the stalagmites back in the opposite direction, causing them to clash with the oncoming force and cancelling out the bombardment entirely. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, basking in the success of his erratic, evasive maneuver and cursing himself for being so careless. From the outside looking in, she'd bested him. His clothing was tattered, lacerations littered the majority of his body, while his opponent remained pretty and unharmed. As much as it angered him to acknowledge this, he knew that here is where he would have to change the tide of the battle, or be lost to the torrential terror of the storm.

Vested deep within a newly created chasm, his opponent seemingly awaited Milo's arrival. From high above his peerless opticals perceived what seemed to be a pool of frozen spikes soliciting the area. If his opponent believed him to be incapable of flight and other various means of transition from one location to the next, then she wasn't taking the engagement serious enough. The thought of being underestimated enraged the Bravehart, and with unmitigated speed he entered the chasm, pulling to a stop and hovering directly in front of her, arms folded to hide the fact that his wounds forced him to clutch his side with a pressure to mildly mitigate the pain. Eye contact was initiated as he attempted to invade her psyche and step beyond the physical world through the use of both heaven's eyes and eikyo, a Keijijo technique directly connected to manipulations of the mind. If successful, Milo would attempt to render her ability to access her forms impossible by erecting a mental block. Also he would attempt to gain definitive knowledge of each form and its strengths, in case she possessed unknown mental fortitude.

Regardless of the outcome, Milo knew that a mental victory was not assured, and proceeded to use another of his ocular techniques. Without warning, the sea of frozen spikes would be doused in the energy eating white flame of hatred as he sought to annihilate his foe outright. Analysis of possible escape routes caused him to encase the entire area in the flames much like she did the with the ice. Thusly, a great sacrifice would have to be made on her end if she wanted to escape the rather confined space he'd created, as the flames could not be extinguished by normal means. With the stage set Milo smiled. The moment his grin reached full expansion his form was enveloped by an illuminate electric vermillion aura that glowed intensely. "Hope you didn't think you were the only one with another form." Milo calmly stated, basking in the newfound power that came with the flash cloak.

Due to the time his clone spent absorbing energy from the planet's core, the damage that his previous opponent did to the energy gathering abilities necessary to activate the flash cloak had been undone. With the disharmonious energy replaced by the foreign energy of the core, Milo's flash cloak returned with an unprecedented level of power.Cocking his arm slowly Milo let loose a punch that shook that entire planet, moving at 1% the speed of light seven kilotons of raw energy would be sent in the woman's direction and and spread throughout the small area, contained only by the fiery white flames that covered the walls.

Meanwhile, the clone simply watched as the core began to destabilize from insufficient power supply. The introduction of the disharmonious energy that had removed Milo's access to the flash cloak had created something akin to the thermonuclear reactions known to the core of a star. The planet was set to explode in five minutes time, and just as Milo had planned, his opponent would be unaware of this. The only job that remained was to ensure that she was at a great disadvantage when the explosion occurred, as his survival was almost guaranteed by a singular ability. The tide had been turned.

@tranquil:

Spires of ice rose as the porcelain haired receptionist emerged once more into the battlefield. Regretfully the ice tricks really just were not cutting it. His physique rippled with muscles tuned to their peek, wounds inflicted easly resisted as he hovered before her. Flames danced about his figure, revealing to Ruby she had more forms she hadn't learned. That aura of flame alerted Ruby of future potential, she shook those thoughts though reminding herself to stay focused. "Good for you man! No really you've got all sorts of cool tricks, but your taking this way to serious." The easy going girl remarked unaware that her mind was being entered.

He'd learn of all seven forms in present possession. How each had unique properties that distinguished themselves in a style all their own. Seeing them in action however would reveal just how easy going Ruby was in these fights. She was only using two forms per fight testing herself and familiarizing with capabilities. In the first fight she mostly made use of gold, tapping into red near the end. Second round she used black and yellow. If she made it to round four she'd likely use pink and reuse red sense she hadn't used it much. For this fight she wanted to only make use of white and green however. Dead set to stick to these limits. She wasn't taking the tournament and the deadly bouts as anything but a chance to gain experience and engage in fights that might never otherwise be possible. There was no shutting off the forms however it wasn't biological it wasn't targetable. She had a mystic artifact that granted these abilities and the artifact was hers alone. And then the fight continued, very likely turning the tables as conflict escalated further still.

A fist came her way in her current form she couldn't react to such haste. She couldn't dodge or block it, it found it's mark. The icy chasms became a virtual oven as flames flooded the domain. Relentless fire consumed all of the ice rapidly spreading. However this wasn't completely beneficial. For ice is water and Ruby had filled the caves with ice. Almost every floor would be filled with water the combating duo caught practically under the sea. In time perhaps the flames would evaporate the water. For the moment however they were locked in chasm and caves upon caves and chasms of boiling water. The hyperactive No One actually thought it exceptionally awesome being in the sea of burning water and how surreal such a fight was.

When the fist met her face she was instantly thrown backwards smashing through ice and receiving burns from strenuous heat. Rocketing backwards and receiving a variety of wounds. Her shields vanished as half her skull was fractured shields not holding back the entirety of the impact. Numerous bones broke smashing through ice and walls again and again. Even with all the obsticales and water to slow her momentum down the impact led to quite the distance traveled. She'd even blacked out for a moment. When she stopped though she simply laughed and made use of the aura effect.

Typically it was good only once a battle but it was virtually an instant revive. Ruby liked to be resourceful and now she was still in good shape despite it all. If she tried to access the fight she'd honestly say she was on the loosing end. She was slower and weaker and her tricks were far less numerous. Odds of loss seemed set despite primarily just using punches she'd been drastically bested. Quoting wasn't her style she'd play till playing wasn't an option anymore. Ready for the next round she transformed back to the green variant. Here she was a hollow figure she didn't need to breath and her strength and durability helped stave off the effects of being under water and the heat of the boiling water. He still had organs needed to breath she didn't. Granted from air techniques shown she could likely coin out odds of him drowning. She just had to come up with a clever retaliation.

Do to her unique outlook she saw over the top action as simply being proper. Whatever was on this planet probably was dead now and likely wasn't much beyond bat people. So her swords launched a powerful beam downwards reaching for the planet core. Magma and further flooding was possible. Seismic unwelcoming activity also quite possible. However if it managed to dammage the clone that was just blind luck Ruby was primarily trying to go out with style.

Keeping two swords close to her hands she let their lances of energy rocket her through the caves. Radient slicing spears of emerald light carving all along the way. She'd attempt to go under him arching destructive beams upwards when she did so as to maybe remove limbs. The other three blades traveled below simply moving through the earth to follow the main two. They'd launch upwards however after Ruby made her presence known. Two trying to claim the other appendages as the third went up the center making effort to split the martial arts magician in two.

Her quartet of blades would then form up around her as she began to quite literally dance. As if performing ballet under the water, her playful movements however came with five blades slashing in a variety of unique patterns. With no shields or aura left what ever hit was going to hurt. So she tried to keep the momentum on her. With every motion there were five attacks she sought to simply multiply potential stabs and slashes until she was safe. Her unpredictability in movements however just as likely of being her downfall as it was her victory.

Vast knowledge of her capabilities returned to his subconscious, confirming suspicions of her capabilities. Yet the extensive knowledge revealed a factor that was mind boggling to say the least. In possession of five to six forms of power, the opponent had been limiting herself by accessing two exclusively. Perplexed by the reason behind such a choice Milo decided her unwillingness to exert effort worthy of such a competition made her unfit to continue on. Her destruction was necessary to ensure that future competitors were given the chance to truly compete, not engage in a half assed exposition of combat.

As her body spiralled through the caverns, uninhibited by the water pressure Milo was sure his opponent was finished. The sheer force of the blow was enough to destroy the side of a mountain. A superhuman body stood little chance against the damage to be endured. Preparing his exit, Milo dispelled the clone, reabsorbing its energy into a single vessel. Laughter erupted in the form of sound waves that slowly traversed the oceanic landscape and impeded Milo's escape. What was once a faint energy signature had been boosted to initial levels once again. She survived.

A fissure emanated through the walls as a thunderous boom rocked the planet. A new energy was introduced to the erratic fluctuations in the core and caused the thermonuclear reactions to become more violent. The core was set to blow any moment from now, and it seemed as if she'd sealed her own fate. A smile crept onto his features, the electric vermillion aura instantaneous evaporating any water within the a 3 foot diameter around him. Sure of an attempt to attack him on the horizon, Milo calmly awaited her arrival. The newly introduced energy that tumultuously fluctuated through the core had been identified in the opening moments of the bout. Deducing the she was in her green form, based on the high energy output potential such a form had Milo smiled warmly.

Beams of energy penetrated the small remains of the caverns walls and made contact with the aura before dissipating entirely. Milo none the worse for wear remained silent, subconsciously analyzing the energy he'd just absorbed and converted into fuel for the Flash Cloak. "This battle is over. You are truly outclassed. Your limits have secured my victory." Known for five blades, the manifestation of two left Milo curious as to when the other three would make an appearance. His precognitive senses alerted him to their arrival prior to contact and with impossible speed he aptly evaded a series of swipes intended to leave him in a viscerally severed state. In an attempt to possibly keep Milo busy, the woman began twirling about the submerged arena, blades cutting through the water like butter in an elegantly unpredictable sphere. An admirable tactic considering the ensuing destruction of the entire planet, perhaps she sought to take Milo down with her.

Yet the Keijijo Kaze was at the very limit of his capabilities and his speed was unrivaled in this form. Effortless execution of aquatic acrobatics consistently placed him out of harms way until he was able to escape beyond the reach of her sword dance. Smiling he raised a single hand in the air, his body slowly dematerializing as he issued his final statement. "This ends now." Virulent arcs of lightning shot from his elevated hand, exponentially enhanced by the water, her weapons would serve as a conductor for the electrical energy as the currents passed throughout the watery prison towards her. As the lightning would reach his opponent the core would reach the point of combustion, wiping the planet off the face of its native galaxy. Milo, accessing the pocket dimension of heaven's eyes would be safe from harm, though unsure if his opponent would be annihilated outright from the explosion, his disdain for her unwillingness to compete at her full potential resulted in a hope for such an outcome.