Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Injustice

@Rumble Man :

Landing in the outskirts of Washington D.C, Major Henderson stood up to her feet and started her survey of the area, any police officer questioning her presence quickly being met with a N.A.T.O badge that denoted her as being pro-reg by default. She was calm, a wartorn area was exactly the kind of place she was used to. Peaceful, well maintained places if anything gave her the willies, but war? War was an old friend to be welcomed.

She had no patience for softies and bleeding hearts, if violence was the best solution, then by all means use violence! Her bikini patterned armor garnered some male gazes, but nothing she wasn't used to getting. A few looters, desperate men looking to make off with some material possessions in a time of chaos leaped out from behind rubble, swinging crowbars in the air and waving their guns.

"Alright lady, hand over your suit and mon-" Was the last word they managed to get out before a sonic wave expanded in each of their skulls and literally jackhammered their heads to explode into a shower of gore and bone chips. "Pigs." She scoffed as she went about her business.

@Sonic_Raider:

He appeared after the explosion of human giblets as he caught a piece of tongue in his mouth, it could be a man's but it tastes a bit like fried chicken. There seems to be yet another individual within the area, seems 'pro-reg' judging by the badge. He floated a few feet off the air while setting fire to building around the individual, not directly beside but several hectares away and lighting up the police in the process. 'All blame goes to the muties, other blames go to the supers. I love the government"

Now the children, he hadn't had time enough to kill many children at one go so he scans the are a for multiple life signs yet he does. Trapped under building rubble, a schoolbus with doors bent inwards, about twenty children still barely alive from the devastation. One traumatized, holding the hand of her dead friend. The cyborg is enjoying every moment of this feeling, now if he could prolong the enjoyment.

Then he thought "If the semites had an 'Anne Frank' to sympathise for that cause then I guess that little girl can be martyred" before taking another step of action he panned behind to see the visitor, interested that she seems 'at place' and that there is nothing 'off' about her in this situation which seems rather odd.

@Agent_California: @Rumble Man: Niiiiiice

@Quintus_Knightfall: (pushing pro-reg, blame the muties! and spam the U-men)

@Rumble Man:

With a single thought, Henderson formed a cube of sound that could shake and rattle apart nearly anything not made of one solid piece as she moved in to sequester the target, heading forward with almost lightning speed as she raised her grenade launcher and missiles. "Halt right there you daft f*cker. You got a bloody permit for all this or am I going to have to rip off your jollies and shove it into your heart while giving you a solid boot to the arse?" She demanded, her sonic walls being modified to allow her voice through but little else.

@Sonic_Raider:

He ignored her by closing to the bus, eyes fixated on the soft flesh of the young and how they would smell at roasting heat. Milk fed meat, and nurtured youngins that would one day 'improve' a nation, rage clouds him softly but destruction teases him with its caressing power. Stroking agains his urges, releasing all that reverted heat. " Imma make her a star, Imma make em all stars!" for anyone with a semblance of common sense it is very obvious what he is about to do to the bus.

There was no 'official' data to confirm his existence here, yet there appears to be a 'witness'

@Rumble Man :

"Then by order of the Allied Peacekeepers and by my authority as a representative of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization you are hereby under arrest. Your prior authority under the united states government is nullified by section 891/plural C of the hidden charter, you will come peacefully or come in pieces. You have no right to remain silent, you have no right to an attorney, if you do not have one then tough sh!t. Anything you say and think will be used against you in court." She firmly declared as she prepared her weaponry, then closed the vibrational box of death.

@Sonic_Raider:

He moves forward while ignoring the obvious damage to his entire body by the box as he prepares to gril the little children, heeding not the banshee's words nor taking any interest at her weaponry. His damage is visible, yet it is not as severe as it should have been as it appears that he has measures to resist at a subconscious level. However it is nowhere near perfect and thus the full body damage, both inside and out. Red eyesight punched through the bus doors and piercing gazes went through little ones. Leaving one girl as the last 'one'.

@Rumble Man :

"Alright you metal wanker." She scowled as she dashed forward, attuning her vibration to try and phase through the cyborg to reach her hand into his chest where she would become material to try and yank it out. If that failed, her alternative was to simply amplify the vibrations in his body to shake apart the metal in an attempt to cripple him, a maneuver she practiced against Yu'kyt cyborgs for decades.

@Sonic_Raider:

He felt a jolt through his chest cavity, a smooth sensation of a feminine touch and giving her the courtesy to plant her wrist deep while attuning his body to prevent any major disasters as he was tasked to simply recreate a war atrocity and not render the world into what it was before yahweh said those magic words. The previous vibrations messed up his external layers, this offensive maneuver slipped through his internal workings and is currently at the same position where a normal human would have their lung. He gives her an applause for her good results by extending and turning his right arm 180 degrees backwards, he wishes to emulate her 'slip' yet his target is her hand which is currently lodged inside him. Yet the size of his hand would make it physically impossible for a simple insertion, as an indirect result of this attempt her forearm may or may not disconnect from her elbow.

She has gotten his curiousity

Washington D.C

After a "misunderstanding" with a major Los Angeles gang that left three warehouses exploded wrecks and two city blocks radioactive, Glitch had traveled all across the country in search of parts for his damaged ship. Riding on the back of a helpful man's pick-up truck, he was brought over to the outskirts of D.C, near the Potomac river. "You sure 'bout goin' in there? Hell of a warzone lil' robot, both sides gonna get antsy if you walk in hittin' 'em both." The trucker warned him, but Glitch shook his head. "Nah, I ain't worried, war's my element. Just going to walk to this "white house" and ask for parts from your president. Don't really care about this "reg act", detaining me would get Colonel Alloy's bolts in a bunch anyway." Glitch quipped before nodding and handing the trucker some gold before stepping off, the three foot tall droid unafraid of the mess of battling metahumans, u-men, looters, police officers, and distrustful public.

One officer tried to stop him, a man in full Riot uniform and armor. "No entry past here R2-D2." He growled before glitch simply punched him in the balls and walked away as the man crumpled to the ground whimpering in absolute pain. "M...mommmyy..." The officer whined as he squirmed on the ground while glitch went on his path, planning to simply walk to the white house. "D...dispatch...t-that ps...psycho alien robot fro...from angeles...gave me a kick in...jeeeesussssss..." The officer managed to breathe into his walkie talkie. Taking out a thermite cigar, glitch lit the stick and placed it in his mouth as he switched to his scatter-blaster for close combat.

Within moments, an army detatchment broke off from it's patrols to veer around to stop Glitch. An M1A2 Abrams tank thundered down the rubble ladened pathways of D.C, accompanied by several groups of infantry men who immediately laid out a heavy barrage of firepower punctuated by the earth shattering kaboom of the Tank's main gun. Unfortunately; as the military was expecting someone about three feet taller, every shot missed glitch by a mile. When their ammo clips ran dry, the soldiers took a look around. "We got 'im!" They shouted excitedly before a grenade was lobbed at them.

It looked a bit like a spike ball, but the spikes looked awfully like pro-And at that point tasers shot out in all directions to jab all of the army grunts and send them convulsing to the ground, while an EMP wave short circuited and disabled the tank. Casually striding past them, the walking arsenal whistled a jaunty tune as he made his way to the white house, consulting a map every now and then. However, a U-man soon blocked his path. "Halt machine, present registration or be detai-" It started before Glitch cut him off with a wave. "No, no, where's YOUR registration?" The machine responded, chomping his cigar a bit. "I...I don't understand." The U-man responded, confused. "You see, I'm an official of the Droid Republic of Ironstar, so I ask the questions. Where's YOUR registration?" Glitch calmly asked, shifting his cigar a bit in his mouth.

"I...I don't have o-" The U-man responded before Glitch, now having the thing on the run mentally, pressed his advantage. "Right then, well now you have to detain yourself." Glitch responded, folding his arms and tapping his right foot. "As a U-man I was never presented with such fi-" It went on before glitch interrupted him again. "Is there any specific exception for U-men?" Glitch asked, smirking ever so slightly. "No..." It finally responded before Glitch went on. "Ergo, you must arrest yourself." He concluded, and the confused U-man's head promptly exploded out of confusion, leaving the powerfully muscled body to slump to the ground while Glitch continued to walk on by.

@Doctor_Stahl: @Quintus_Knightfall: @Mr_LeBeau@Warsman

Respectfully honoring the Knightfall heir's request, Ishin nodded, verbally agreeing to do as requested, "I will Quintus-san. I will do all I can to stop LeBeau. I had hoped that we could have fought him together. But you're in no condition", the cryptic Impero pointed out prior to tossing a small vial of sparkling, esoteric liquid. "Drink this. It'll accelerate your healing", he instructed, the vial containing the metaphysically-augmenting water of Ishin's most extensively used invention, the Chi Springs. Directing his attention away from the uncanny squad of extraordinary superhumans that had circumstantially, come to their aid, the Keijijo Legend's calculating eyes become overcome with the intent to bring about this event's inevitable conclusion.

Prior to his movement, he was contacted by the brilliant Doctor Stahl, requesting that he forsake his current predicament with his allies in favor of confronting Charlemagne, and the mysterious cosmic entity that had abruptly burst into the event at its most cataclysmic stage. "Doctor, that is my only priority", he replied with characteristic composure. While promising to disrupt the cosmic barrier that had enveloped LeBeau's fortress, the good Doctor's action was largely unnecessary. Opting instead for a simpler alternative, enigmatic Ishin relied on the metaphysical capabilities of his invention, the Potaru Amulet. Using his esoteric chi-based senses to instantaneously detect the overwhelming energy-signature of the unnamed cosmic entity, Ishin employed his Potaru Amulet, briefly dissolving the boundaries between the physical and metaphysical planes of existence, enabling him to rapidly teleport to the cunning LeBeau's location.

Reappearing at the heart of the intense energy-signature, the Metaphysical Messiah found himself standing before the manipulative Charlemagne, and the fearsome Warsman. Arms calmly folded before his chest, he very briefly examined his opposition. "You've managed to orchestrate quite an event child", he paused, relying on his mastery over the Keijijo's Eikyo technique in an attempt to dramatically disrupt the flow of chi between Charlemagne's chakra-points, with the intent of disorienting his senses and trapping him in a powerful mental illusionary world where his deepest fears should he have any, would consume him. Hoping to place Charlemagne in a coma through this technique, he turned his focus to who he perceived as the greater threat, the Warsman. Unsheathing his iconic Hansha sword, he readied himself for the confrontation.

@Doctor_Stahl:

The shadow of the mighty airborne fortress did not go unnoticed to Warsman. The iron tyrant manipulated the molecular bindings of the building above him, allowing him to pass through as he floated upwards. Reaching the roof, he settled and brought the molecules back together under his armored feet. He calculated the size of the cannon's destructive capability and opened the force field in order to compensate for such output. Raising his arms as the cannon reached a cresendo and fired, he disappeared under a blinding flash of pure power for a moment. Yet, for all of Dr. Stahl's boasting, the fortress's guns did not sink the floating compound. In fact, the beam never touched the building in question, for Warsman stood between the two and commanded the energy into his hands - and it listened. After about five minutes of an extended barrage, the hovering facility did not bear a single battle scar save for the dents in the roof Warsman made with his feet from having stood for its protection. His telekinetically augmented gauntlets steaming hot, he looked up at Dr. Stahl, pinpointing the mad genius through telepathic means, and stabbed a finger in his direction, calling him out above all other combatants in the battle.

"NO ONE SURPASSES WARSMAN!"

Clapping his hands together, he took control over the engines and magnetized support systems of the Coeus, cracking them as he telepathically projected his willpower over the floating hulk of weapons and scientific brilliance. Ashamed for having to destroy such a creation, Warsman soon overcame that shame once he began to see the flying fortress sinking of its own relationship with gravity.

@Impero:

As Warsman occupied himself with breaking the pride and joy of Dr. Stahl's vicious genius, he noticed another - more potent - metaphysical threat nearby. He turned from the gap in the force field he had made, closing it with a thought and doubling its strength, and faced Ishin Keijijo with ambition burning in his eyes. What Ishin did to Charlemagne was of little concern to the omnipotent overlord at this point. Warsman had accomplished what he set out to do.

"Put that away before you hurt yourself, Ishin. This is the realm of omnipotence, where Warsman is supreme."

@Warsman: The Coeus used it's gambit card, creating a shell around the massive titan made out of a strange energy, Stahl silently thanked Amaranth for dripping blood, for with months of work, he perfected the intangibilty drive. Like a ghost ship, the Coeus phased right through the ground without a peep. "Thank you for your time sir.." Stahl said as he adjusted his white fedora, literally standing inches behind the cosmic god with his back turned. "You really think that was my plan? Sink it? Heavens no..". The good doctor managed to fire a teleportation beam at the facility just as Warsman had opened the shield up.

@Warsman:

"Is that all, boy?", he questioned rhetorically, unfazed by the almighty Warsman's taunting words. With maintained composure of an almost arrogant nature, the Keijijo Enigma concluded, "Come", he gestured, daring the cosmic entity to engage him in battle. What he lacked in compared power however, legendary Ishin would have to compensate with sheer versatility and fearsome intellect, relying on his peerless understanding and mastery of all things metaphysical would surely be the key to potential victory. With his grip calmly around his colossal sword's hilt, the ceremonial bandages intimately wrapped around its enormous blade were quick to disintegrate into virtual nothingness, only to be steadily reformed upon the conclusion of the battle. As they had vanished, a terrifying blade imbued with terrifying metaphysical energy was revealed.

While largely unaware of his opponent's capabilities, his esoteric senses informed him of the vast, perhaps infinitely deep pool of cosmic energy dwelling within the Warsman's being. Ishin opted to target his opponent where he was at his weakest, his metaphysical points, poorly understood concepts and phenomenon even by most of the universe's supposed geniuses and universal scholars. Once again relying on his clan's Eikyo technique, the Impero targeted the Warsman's exposed chakra-points, however, with greater metaphysical force. With the intent of exponentially disrupting the flow of chi between his opponent's chakra-points to cause great sensory confusion and possibly trap the Warsman in a powerful illusionary realm where Ishin would have the entity truly believe that his cosmic might was omnipotent.

In the meantime, the virtually limitless energy-absorbing and reflecting powers of his sword would be put to use. Testing his opponent's speed, Ishin disappeared, almost instantaneously reappearing behind the Warsman, attempting a viciously fast horizontal slash targeting the entity's back with the intent of absorbing the bulk of his cosmic energies into the sword's blade for his proceeding plan. This entire attacking movement done at a blitzing 40,000 miles per second, mirroring genuine teleportation to even the trained superhuman eye.

@Warsman: Yeah ok im done with this, im not getting into how you just outright god modded my ship and what not, I will just take my leave)

@Doctor_Stahl:

No come back :(

I'll fix it.

@Doctor_Stahl: @Warsman: (I know it was technically a GM of the ship and that can be a touchy subject, but its not like it was something long established and had become one of those well known vehicles/npc things people recognize. I'm in a tank thing and fully expect it to be laid to waste here in somebodies post. Not saying you are wrong to call out the Godmod, just in the context of the Rp having sold it would have done more to emphasis the danger of Warsman (who is cosmic level afterall) and stressed how its a back against the wall type atmosphere) just my two cents.

Edit: My bad, you actually did establish the ship :(

@Quintus_Knightfall:

He actually made a thread about the Coeus a little while ago. I'll drop out of this before I piss anyone else off.

@Warsman: Dont! Look im sure ya'll can come to some sort of deal here, lets all just play it cool.

@Warsman: -_- dont be a drama queen its an easy fix. If you drop out it will do more harm then good. Accidents happen. Its all good :)

@Quintus_Knightfall said:

@Warsman: -_- dont be a drama queen its an easy fix. If you drop out it will do more harm then good. Accidents happen. Its all good :)

The first part is a joke by the way. jus me giving you sh!t :D

@Quintus_Knightfall:

Warsman is no mere drama queen! He is supreme!

@Warsman said:

@Quintus_Knightfall:

Warsman is no mere drama queen! He is supreme!

There he is ;)

@Quintus_Knightfall: @Warsman: Now that I am alot less grumpy lol, just let the GM slide.

@Doctor_Stahl:

I can do better than that - I shall rewrite my post!

For I am Warsman, and that means omnipotence!

Or something...

@Doctor_Stahl:

With the object of his ire sinking not to the ground - but through it - the iron tyrant almost questioned the lengths of the genius his opponent embodied. Almost. Instead, he turned to the eccentrically brilliant Dr. Stahl, arms folded charismatically behind his back.

"Think? Warsman does not think. He knows. For example, I know how your interference shall be rewarded."

Raising his hand in the motion to atomize the mortal doctor, the iron tyrant was suddenly interrupted by...

@Impero:

The metaphysical assault of none other than the Ivory Imperator, a god among men for his mastery of the martial arts unique to his clan. First came the strikes at the metal monarch's equilibrium, attacks at his innate chi highways that reverberated back up into his brain and out through his inner ear. His vision became blurred and he almost fell over, but the omnipotent overlord did not kneel. He never would. Fighting back, he telepathically reinforced his own body to combat Ishin's metaphysical assault, augmenting his mind and nervous system to impossible levels. His eyes stopped vibrating and remained solid - he had reasserted his dominance. Finding that Ishin had disappeared during this phase of his attack, Warsman quickly tried to locate him by the humming of his molecules. To his momentary surprise, he discovered that Ishin had been channeling his chi into a form of superhuman speed. His molecules dispersed and reformed not in any conventional sense of physical strike. He could have been anywhere, but he had to stop before moving again. The infallible calculations of the steel sovereign pinpointed Ishin's destination before he arrived there. Turning around, telepathically augmenting his own physical speed and strength to cope with the stress of matching Ishin's blitzkrieg, Warsman created a vacuum to use against kinetic energy. Combined with the Keijijo's sword's capabilities of eating energies, the stalemate turned into a swirling vortex between Warsman's armored hand and the edge of the blade in question.

"Surrender, Ishin! You've already lost this fight because you are not Warsman!"

@Warsman:

Engaging in an apparently equalized struggle, the iconic Impero's perceptive capabilities enabled him to realize that the deadly Eikyo technique was seemingly ineffective against the telepathic might of the cosmic Warsman. Indeed he was powerful, perhaps too powerful. Mentally formulating a meticulous plot to potentially defeat the egocentric entity of cosmic might, the Keijijo Enigma seized the opportunity, absorbing the generated energy-based vortex into the enormous blade of his legendary Hansha sword. "Hush child", the Impero responded, calm and collected, almost wordlessly demanding that his opponent remain silent and resume the energetic battle. During his initial attack on the cosmic entity, the Grandmaster had managed to learn that his opponent possessed a potentially infinite wealth of cosmic energy coupled with immense telepathic prowess.

Having already absorbed a degree of energy from the generated vortex, Ishin would utilize this for a future plan should his current one encounter no success. Forsaking the bladed struggle, the Metaphysical Messiah leaped away from the metallic overlord, only to abruptly disappear, once again relying on high-speed movement, intent on insistently testing the limits to his opponent's perception and reaction time. Moving at an increased 55,000 miles per second, visibly mirroring teleportation, his physical frame almost impossible to spot even by the most perceptive of eyes. Maintaining high-speed movement, Ishin hurled a clouded barrage of his Keijijo Geijutsu kunai, relying on his teleportation technique to further augment his visible speed, teleporting randomly to the location of his spread airborne kunai while still channeling his legendary natural speed. Executing various high-speed strikes from every possible angle as he disappears, and reappears around Warsman, his strikes, dramatically augmented by his immense speed, enabling him to effortlessly drill and plow his fists through nearly anything as he relies on his Dengeki-Sen fighting style.

Exiting his high-speed movement as he gathered his kunai, Ishin quickly clasped his hands together, creating a series of energy-absorbing wood-based tendrils of great durability. Attempting to wrap them around the Warsman to drain him of his cosmic energy, if successful, Ishin would proceed to drive Hansha through his opponent's chest. Mentally formulating yet another plan, Ishin grows increasingly aware of the power-based disadvantage he had placed himself in.

@Impero:

"Child?!"

Warsman clasped his hands together, conjuring a magical storm of unparalleled magnitude. The sky darkened. Lightning rained down from the heavens. Creatures that never should have existed appeared in ethereal form, screaming their hatred of all things in the bastardization of the senses. Magically enhancing his own body and armor as well as telepathically augmenting them to an indefinite point, Warsman made ready for Ishin's assault. A rain of kunai from every possible direction, all of them augmented by Ishin's formidable chi energy, exploded upon impacting Warsman's personal force shield. He would not dare sully his hands with defending himself from a mere distraction, as he perceived from the scattered movement of Ishin's molecular structure. The Ivory Imperator's first blow landed upon the broad fist of the iron tyrant and the resulting force of impact channeled throughout their dueling arena, kicking up flakes of paint and stone as the roof cracked. With the sheer amount of magical energy involved in Warsman's defense, these splinters began to float as a pocket of gravity formed above him in the vicious storm of mystical power. As they continued to collide, Warsman proceeded his banter, unafraid and confident enough to verbally attack Ishin Keijijo from behind the protection of his armored limbs.

"You tamper with forces beyond your comprehension, Ishin! You tamper with WARSMAN!"

He swiped his fist through Ishin's face - but merely found it to be the after-image of the enigmatic emperor's ferocious speed. Calculating the Keijijo's molecular movement, he aimed to atomize him with a wayward blast from all five of his fingertips. However, the resourcefulness of the Impero astounded him - if only for a brief instant. Though the plant-like chi constructs were indeed powerful, they were no match for Warsman's might. They crept closer as he atomized them one by one, but for every tendril he destroyed five sprouted from the stump left behind. He soon found himself crushed by their coils. He struggled to free himself, but soon the shadow of the Impero was upon him - sword ready to kill!

"Fool!"

The iron tyrant reversed the flow of his energy from the tendrils back into his own body, his cosmic might proving too great for even the ancient techniques of the Keijijo to conquer. He broke from his bindings, grasped the broad sides of the Hansha blade with both hands, and commanded the energy it contained into his body - and it obeyed.

"What is the power of one man compared to me? I am Warsman! I am supreme!"

As he sapped the energy from the Hansha, the plants around him faded back into the dust that Ishin summoned them from. Using this unique vantage point, Warsman attempted to cast both Ishin and his blade - or at the very least the accursed leech of a weapon - away as he brought his hand to bear once more in the motion to atomize Ishin where he stood.

@Warsman:

His taunts seemed to be proving successful, bruising the ego of the narcissists was a task too easy. With the intentions of disrupting the Warsman's certainty and what little of his composure had remained, Ishin sincerely hoped that this would substantially deteriorate the cosmic entity's conscious control over the titanic universal forces at his command. Having narrowly escaped his opponent's vicious assaults with his previous high-speed movement as his strikes collided with the Warsman's colossal fists, Ishin was genuinely surprised to find that the cosmic antagonist had absorbed a degree of the energy absorbed within Hansha's blade. Briefly, his eyes widened in genuine surprise.

Soon however, the Keijijo Enigma retained his calmness, somewhat smirking, "You probably shouldn't have done that", he concluded, pulling his iconic sword away from the nigh-omnipotent tyrant. Indeed, while the Warsman had absorbed a large degree of energy, he had also absorbed a perverted energy-based amalgamation of stored Yang Chi and Ambient Chi, an unnatural mix not designed to be contained within the living. Its effects, forcibly teleporting those who unnaturally absorb it to a distant metaphysical nexus, a point between the planes of death and oblivion. However, potential victory was not without its price. An energy-based attack launched in Ishin's direction. Quickly sidestepping the attack, the enigmatic Impero found that his right arm and a degree of his right torso had been completely eradicated. With his left hand around Hansha, Ishin quickly dropped to a knee under the sheer agony of the overwhelming pain.

Wincing as he struggled to his feet, somehow, the Impero maintained his composure. There was only one way for him to defeat the Warsman. Should the effects of the perverted energy absorbed by the Warsman prove ineffective, Ishin would opt to instead use his Potaru Amulet coupled with his superior understanding of metaphysical forces. He would push the limits of his invention to completely dissolve the ambient boundaries between the physical and metaphysical to forcibly teleport both he and the cosmic tyrant to an undisclosed metaphysical plane of existence, the only dimension of a nature that was distant from the Warsman understanding and cosmic powers. Losing a substantial amount of blood, Ishin waited for the results.

@Impero:

Blood dribbled to the ground of their battlefield. The iron tyrant smiled behind his mask as he stepped forward, yet something pulled at his inner core. Some would call it a soul, but such a thing would most likely not be found within the omnipotent overlord. Instead, he deciphered the source of the conflict and separated the chis he had absorbed from the Hansha, one for each hand. He decided to test his theory on a few idle stones cast from the titanic battle between the steel sovereign and the metaphysical messiah. Combining these energies upon the stones, he discovered that they possessed a teleportation property while intermingled. He desired to know where the rocks had gone, but he had better accomplishments to achieve at the moment. Banishing the chis back into his body - and minding to separate them accordingly - he turned once more to the Impero, hands clasped behind his back.

"So it comes to this. I applaud you for abusing both of our reservoirs of energy in order to accomplish something that - in the hands of lesser men - would prove to be their downfall. But, once again, I say to you that you are in the presence of no such man. I am Warsman,"

Perhaps he stepped too close in his goading. Ishin lashed out in a final attempt at liberating the iron tyrant from the mortal plane. On his neck was an amulet inscribed with a mysterious rune. The power of this amulet had been proven countless other times, but those prior events were conducted against mere mortals. It gravitated over Ishin's tired head and towards the hand of the steel sovereign as he commanded it to. As he suspected, the energy within it began to die as it became separated from its host.

"And I am supreme. But do not worry, Ishin Keijijo,"

Raising his other hand, he levitated the Impero's disheveled body into a standing position. He accelerated the regenerative properties of the Keijijo enigma's body, repairing his form beyond any capacity of human science.

"For I am no common murderer. In fact, I shall grant you this small blessing so that you may watch the chaos unfold. Observe."

Releasing Ishin from his telekinetic grip, Warsman went on to manipulate the growth hormones within the hundreds of Umen still hibernating in the vats in the lower sections of the facility. They multiplied in size from fetus to full adult within a matter of seconds, pulsating with power that they were never meant to possess. Accelerated into Superior Men, this new breed of superhuman emerged from the compound's laboratories and out into the war zone beyond their birthplace in order to defend it to the last.

@Warsman: (The amulet is on his neck, not his hand, and it can't be destroyed :P)

@Impero:

(I see nothing in that blurb on the amulets in your bio about them being invincible, but I'll take your word for it. I shall find another way!)

@Impero:

Fixed!

@Warsman: (No worries)

With the effects of his amulet proven useless against this foe, Ishin instead opted to once again target the Warsman's where he was most vulnerable, the metaphysical. Despite his seemingly limitless power, the cosmic tyrant remained human and alive, and fortunately, conformed to a life-force. Preparing to consume his colossal reserves in order to dramatically accelerate his regenerative process, Ishin was instantaneously restored to his former glory by the omnipotent Warsman. "Hmm interesting", he commented, somehow, still composed despite the seemingly disadvantageous position he had found himself in. His initial plan was to pervert the cosmic energies regulated alongside the chi in the Warsman's body by using his prized Yoso Sphere, however, such an action could prove cataclysmic and destructive.

Relying on his exclusive Keijijo Kengen technique system, the Grandmaster had previously been readying himself for using his deadly Rokku technique. Having exploited the Warsman's arrogance, Ishin had accumulated enough time to prepare. This was the only way. Intent on targeting the exposed chakra-points of the Warsman's body, Ishin dashed towards him, moving at 60,000 miles per second, a blade of stimulated metaphysical energy-particles manifesting around his hand. With a blindingly fast stab targeting a specific, exposed chakra-point in the Warsman's left shoulder, Ishin's intention was to temporarily seal away his opponent's access to the vast supply of cosmic energies, hoping to briefly render him normal, long enough for him to stimulate the ambient chi around the Warsman to forcibly teleport him into a random, undisclosed spiritual dimension.

This was his final resort, the Keijijo Legend could only hope that it would find success. The conclusion, unpredictable due to the universal vulnerability of chakra-points yet the seemingly boundless power of the Warsman was indeed his opponent's greatest tool.

@Warsman: After this RPG I'ma be coming for you for what you did to my arm son! :P

@Impero:

I'll be waiting ;)

@Warsman: I'ma get Dimitri (Hehehe), and my entire crew :P

@Impero:

I'll get my Heralds and an army of doppelgangers and we'll call it a date :D

@Warsman: Hahaha :P

@Impero:

"You still do not understand?"

Banishing the amulet to a distant pocket dimension, Warsman clasped his hands together and summoned a doppelganger in front of him to absorb the incoming blow. The Keijijo's deadly precision impaled through the doppelganger and scratched the surface of the iron tyrant's personal force shield, almost penetrating it if not for the doppelganger having absorbed most of the momentum. While at such a point-blank range, the steel sovereign's mirror image began to glow optically, charging an eye-based blast with which to completely annihilate Ishin Keijijo.

"Your only choice is to submit to me. I know how much you fear death. Would you truly risk your heritage - a lifetime of accomplishments - to vanish here and now? Come, kneel before me."

@Rumble Man:

Searing, white hot pain went through her body when the cyborg attempted his maneuver, bones broke, armor ruptured, and muscles popped under the strain, leaving her arm connected by only the barest few ligaments. Most people would have screamed, but she was so used to mind boogling amounts of pain during the Yu'kyt war that all she gave off in response was an outraged grunt as her healing factor and self regenerative armor began to work to repair the damage she had suffered. Now she was pissed, and without a word she mentally threw a sonic lance of vibration with more energy than the Krakatoa eruption to spear through his head.

@Warsman:

Calmly dismissing the tyrant's words, enigmatic Ishin chuckled in an almost arrogant light, "Hehe, it seems like you don't know as much as you think you do, child", the Impero retorted with undeniable certainty in himself. it was not death he feared, an unfortunate misunderstanding on the Warsman's part. His use of a doppleganger was evidence enough that despite his vast supply of cosmic power, the egocentric overlord's chakra-points were existentially exposed, like those of all living things. If there was any hope for the defeat of this entity, it would be through the targeting of his chakra-points. Clasping his hands together, the previous bladed metaphysical construct that had pierced the doppleganger, dismantled itself into countless minuscule bladed metaphysical particles, all shooting towards a plethora of the Warsman's exposed chakra-points, intent on temporarily sealing his chakra-points, briefly depriving his opponent of his cosmic energies.

Very quickly, an eye-generated blast had violently struck the Keijijo Enigma. Having risen his arms in a defensive block coupled with his erected Lightning Yoso Armor, Ishin had managed to survive the attack, sustaining several bruises and severe burn wounds. "How potent", he mocked. Relying on his vast chi reserves, Ishin had temporarily conjured an innumerable number of chi-based clones, each using the Rokku technique to target the Warsman's chakra-points with constructed metaphysically-birthed blades. In the meantime, Ishin had previously stored a minuscule metaphysical blade in one of his chakra-points via the Chakra Potaru technique. Instantaneously blitzing towards the Warsman's at his maximum augmented speed of 120,000 miles per second, Ishin felt his bones crack while muscles tore under the sheer strain of such speed.

Relying on nearly peerless speed to hopefully attack the tyrant prior to any potential reaction, Ishin had once again used his Rokku technique, targeting the Warsman's exposed chakra-point in an attempt to temporarily seal away his dreaded opponent's fearsome powers. Should this prove unsuccessful, he would use the established closed distance to secretly transport the previous metaphysical blade into the Warsman's cosmic chakra-point via Chakra Potaru in order to temporarily de-power him, enabling him to proceed with a forced banishing of the tyrant into a distant, undisclosed plane.

Glitch continued on his course of idle destruction, a group of looters instantly being reduced to bloody mulch when his scatter blaster was utilized on him, the booming double barrels pumping their frail bodies full of leaden death. He wasn't going to allow anything or anyone stop him from getting those parts from the President. But of course, the U.S Military wasn't quite through with him. The "Chopchopchopchopchop" of an Apache longbow began to be audible. And not just one Apache Longbow, but a whole flight of them, accompanied by a group of Commanches, which according to his sources; didn't even get the green light for deployment.

This time, there were no warnings; the Helicopters simply opened fire with their cannons, and glitch immediately began to dash in a zig zagging pattern to avoid the heavy shells of their furious automatic weapons. The Helicopters then began to pursue him, keeping as close to him as possible as they swiveled their gun turrets towards him, or in the case of the more daring pilots, had their entire aircraft turn to face him while going sideways, continuously trying to fill him with metal jacketed oblivion.

A series of hellfire missiles streaked out, zoning in on the Ironstar native's heat core. But Hellfire missiles were never meant to tackle such a small target. Mentally processing what it'd take to avoid damage from the missiles, Glitch took a flying leap, somersaulting in the air as he spun towards the ground and the area behind him erupted in flame with a powerful "KRAKA-DOOOOOOM" Turning around quickly, Glitch took aim at one of the commanches, having switched to his S.P.E.W gun, and let loose a barrage of hypervelocity bullets that literally sawed the tail rotor of the scout helicopter off, sending it into a death spiral while the pilots ejected. But there were still about two dozen helicopters after him.

@Impero:

"Impudent worm!"

Forcing the doppelganger imprisoning Ishin's arm away, the iron tyrant swept his hand aside and commanded the metaphysical blades to stop in midair, which they did. He closed a mighty fist, causing the crystalline swarms of sharpened energy to crumple and dissipate back to their realm of origin. Casually folding his hands behind his back, Warsman summoned an army of doppelgangers to combat the various clones of Ishin's own design. While Ishin's clones were more or less focused on Warsman, the steel sovereign's doppelgangers were interested in wiping out their numbers, making the numerous attacks that would have been a tidal wave of bodies into little more than one or two inferior clones of the mighty Impero landing safely beyond the storm of optic blasts. However, the doppelgangers were not without their own, grievous, losses.

Warsman searched for the true Impero within the seething madness above him, but had lost track of the burned and scarred Ishin. The clones were perfectly clothed and unharmed in the slightest. Suddenly, he felt the air molecules align back up after a sudden presence afflicted them. Calculating with unerring accuracy the position of Ishin's belated appearance, he raised a hand to stop the blade in its tracks...

And blood oozed from his godly veins, out onto the ground. His force shield had been pierced as well as his armor, which he purposely did not augment with magic or telepathy for a very specific purpose. He deliberately channeled his vast magical prowess in order to make the sword transcend realistic boundaries and bring it into the physical realm. Gripping the guard of the now completely solid sword with his mangled hand, he twisted it downward away from the shoulder Ishin seemed obsessed with. The iron tyrant, for all his boasting, possessed a confidence and a stubbornness that could never be denied. He raised his other hand, already glowing in preparation to atomize Ishin, mere centimeters from the Impero's face and chest.

"If you will not kneel, then you will die."

@Sonic_Raider:

He was damaged, no he IS damaged by her two maneuvers yet he did not show because he sensed something like a shark smells drawn blood. He felt great when his fingers went through the armor, feeling the vibration of soft ligaments and muscle fibres. Yet he did not hear an appropriate response which would be a scream, however he did felt movement which affirms one thing. Regeneration. Now in his current predicament he still has an arm inside her and she had an arm inside him and a high velocity object that his face is about to meet. He moves his head enough to dodge the lethal shot, yet he is missing an 'ear or parts of an ear that used to be complete because of that attack. If he were a fully biotic being then his nerves would be ****ed because of brushing that attack alone yet his cybernetic components or their constituents are able to compensate. He retaliates with his arm already in place by 'hooking' on the regenerating limb to literally yank it off seeing as he is capable of damaging it in the first place.

@Rumble Man:

Having been trained that if a limb is trapped, it is best to simply let the limb be amputated and allow regeneration and self repair take over, Henderson moved to the side with a single graceful step, moving in tune with the cyborg as the last few ligaments came tearing off, poisonous blood dripping from the wound and hissing as it hit the ground. A short grunt issued forth from Henderson as her limb began to regenerate at increasing speed, her powersuit seeming to draw matter from nowhere as it rebuilt itself in the damaged area.

Moving with intent, she brought out the whirring adamantium-vibranium chainclaws from her other arm's wrists, these claws sheathing themselves with an azure energy field that shimmered as she swung her claw at the machine's next, the bleeding from her arm already stopping and armor beginning to form once again, the pain already beginning to dull as she fired off a series of EMP missiles, reasoning that her suit and cybernetics was EMP hardened, but his cybernetics were unlikely to be. Then, she fired off a radiation grenade of such intensity that it could outright liquefy flesh at a distance of two meters.

@Sonic_Raider:

The limb went off and was cast aside as it is suspended in mid air via stasis, for later keeping which may or may not lead to consumption although with his nail Hazard took a cell sample for later purposes. It was beautiful how her arm reappeared out of nowhere, as if he were watching a magic trick and now he wonders if she can do 'variations' of that trick with other parts of her body. "Beautiful, simply beautiful oh how I love it when you do that thing that you do" he scans the dismembered arm held in stasis and prepares to combat her.

The moment he saw them pop he unsheathed his claws as well, he halted the quick repair of his torso wound unlike that of the rest of his parts which are still healing after the vibrational casket. Zipping in to take the full force of the azure whirring claw which went to the wound where she yanked some pieces of machinery from before, this is something that he is counting on. That EMP grenade froze in mid air as it is held in place with a stasis cloak which freezes it in place. Yet he feels her claw inside him. Ten claws further sharpened by X-Ionizer points, one torso at melee distance and a emp grenade frozen in mid air in between them which she can exploit.

perfect.

He spams several hundred shots, an arrangement of hooks and uppercuts focused at her midsection. As her azure blade digs ever deeper.

@Quintus_Knightfall

Quintus moved with such speed and ferocity it was as if he was unharmed by the gunshot to his leg.Cassius knew this to be untrue, but was impressed with his enemy-cousins ability to almost shrug off the pain. Respect was something that he would never truly have for his murderous cousin but he acknowledged his skill right now. His own blows had resulted in Quintus dropping to his knee causing a smile under the crimson Slays mask. Lunging to press home his advantage Cassius felt the hot kiss of bullets striking across several points of his armour. Wounds to his shoulder and arm, suddenly started spewing blood. The rest of the unexpected rounds cracking the Kevlar plates on his chest sucking the air from his body and swelling his ribs.

Quintus once again showing his true colours as a fighter and martial artist needed no further opportunity striking like a coiled cobra as Cassius staggered from the impact of his fresh gunshot wounds. The sky tilted and the ground crashed into his face as Quintus swept up and dumped his younger cousin. The impact rocking Cassius head around in his helmet/mask. Without a moments hesitation Quintus was on top of him the first strike coming down like a jackhammer smashing through the infamous crimson mask and sending a pulse wave of pain throughout slay assassin face as his jaw cracked under the force of the blow. He wouldn’t survive another couple of those his body knowing this telling his brain to strike out hard at his cousin and do what he must to get out.

His right hand sliding down to his thigh Cassius drew his knife spinning it in his hand to get the best grip and then slammed it towards his targets kidney. If he could land the strike a simple twist of the knife would send a barrage of pain through his cousin allowing him to roll him over and take the advantage back in his hands. Preparing for the worst the crimson slay reached up his left hand towards his cousins face, striking fast at his cousins throat a three finger strike towards the adams apple. A well placed strike would cause instant breathing problems and right now he needed any advantage he could get.

Vid has some errors again , but what the hey. ENJOY