The Edo Demon Daimyo (CVnU Empire Claim: Tokyo, Japan) RPG

@tenjin: @cutthroatbitch:

The nonchalance and apparent disregard for caution that their opponent showcased was an amusing trait to the Black Viper. With a subtly raised brow and entertained smirk painting his disarming, debonair features, Santiago chuckled while acknowledging Anastasia's colorful remark, "Si, mi querida. We will... wait", he paused, "Wait for the prey to dictate when the tigress and the viper are to strike", he jested. While the Living Weapon exhibited no reluctance in firing round after round at their adversary, Santiago sought instead to aggrandize the attack's probability of success. How? By employing the services of his argent, graviphoton bracelet. With it, the Spaniard could harness the power of graviphotons, the superpartners of gravitons (the hypothesized particle said to mediate gravitation).

But unlike gravitons, graviphotons behave similarly to photons and generate a repulsive force and an anti-gravity force. In this case, it was the anti-gravity force that Santiago harnessed as he hoped to strip the gravitational attraction between the Earth and their opponent to forcefully suspend him in the air and render him utterly exposed to Anastasia's firearm bombardment. Though just as they had both made their attempts to finish their opponent with efficiency and without mercy, Santiago was attacked. Four feet above him, a bomb detonated. Santiago was fast, gifted with instantaneous reflexes by his quantum mind. So while the explosion's kinetic force blasted him, compromised his skeletal structure and superheated portions of his flesh, the darts were much too slow for one of his quickness. Bobbing and weaving, side-stepping and turning, the Spaniard evaded the darts while allowing his enhanced neoblast stem cells to regenerate damaged tissue.

While his wounds were being dealt with by his body's natural healing factor, the Black Viper took notice of their opponent's following assault. It targeted both Anastasia and himself. Hoping to conserve energy and not evade the coming rounds with his reflexes, Santiago instead made use of the graviphotons' repulsive force to repel the armor piercing rounds away from them and back to their adversary. Though he was not wounded too severely, he would still not indulge in close combat when not at his optimum, instead, Santiago sought to use his deadliest power, one that did not require physical contact. Quantum telepathy. "Keep him on the defensive, bella", the Spaniard requested of Anastasia. Meanwhile, he would seek to completely eradicate his opponent's mind. Santiago was no ordinary telepath. He was of a unique brand. He was to telepaths what quantum computers were to ordinary computers. And he sought to make good of this apparent superiority.

With his quantum mind, the Black Viper possessed the ability to manipulate the quantum information that constituted a person's consciousness/mind for any number of effects. In this case, he hoped to use his highly potent quantum telepathy to viciously tear apart every informational unit of their opponent's mind at the fundamental level. In essence, he sought to completely erase their adversary's mind and leave nothing more than a drooling shell of a body with no mind to govern it.

@tenjin: @rafael_romeiro: @cutthroatbitch: @akira_overdrive:

Rafael's voice crackled over the encrypted priority channel as the drone feeds darkened with the brilliant double-flash of Ivana's tactical nuclear arrow.

"Ivana. I'm going to the stadium"

As the Shogun opened her mouth to respond and everything happened at once.

The seabed split open and a Kaiju arose. A shockwave shook the massive Whitespear and sea life fled for hundreds of miles.

Arrachtach and Skysword swayed, each reaching out to steady themselves on the banks of instruments and monitors. Ivana simply activated the adhesive treads of her boots and locked herself into place as the sub swayed and rocked.

Turbines whirred and a vibranium based nuclear power plant hummed as it provided the submarine with enough energy to overwhelm the turbulent seas and stabilize itself.

"Whew. Glad that is ov-" Every drone feed turned to static, cutting off Skysword.

"Oh dear."Arrachtach frowned, then filled in the details for the blind Kensai. "It seems we have lost all contact with our drones. There is no signal nor is there a response to our multitude of queries." Clawed fingers flew across a keyboard as his ape-like blue body hunched over a human-scaled com station.

"Activate the Orochi. I'll lead them in person. And tell the Captain to get out of here. These waters aren't safe."

"Be careful." Arrachtach's brow furrowed. "Your wounds have yet to heal."

The Shogun could feel the stiffness in her right arm and the throb of pain in her floating ribs. But she was still the tip of the spear.

With a smile she stepped into her own shadow, falling into the darkness.

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Emerging a dozen miles away inside a warehouse filled with Orochi warriors she lifted a black fist holding a black bow. The Orochi rose as one, and as one they streamed into the streets.

Blades flashed in weaves of silver and crimson. Artistry and butchery were woven into one as the Clan of the Serpent fell upon the Clan of the Spider. Warriors on both sides carved a legacy of steel and died great deaths. A thousand saga's were written upon the pavement of Tokyo in the blood of Shinobi.

Arrows fell like rain. Archers slew their rivals from distant rooftops and cleared rooms with explosive arrows. Modern tactics and Shogunate technology blended with the ways of ancient warriors. Neurotoxins sent powerful warriors to the grave, convulsing and foaming at the lips with shafts piercing their backs.

Heads were taken and prizes of war claimed and the Shogun felt her spirit join with the spirit of war and she became one with it as it infused her every word and deed.

@akira_overdrive@la_espada@cutthroatbitch@strigidae_23

The Death Device rested his back upon the bench, a whiskey bottle in each hand. Nonchalantly engaged in a daydream. His mind was not completely regenerated, deep scars morphed his personality momentarily. Instead of his commonplace aggressive close quarters assault, he seemed to ignore all possibility of attack at their hands. In most situations, he would use portals to close the distance and unleash a multitude of nerve strikes coupled with explosives and poison weapons. Now, he was not the predator, but the prey. Only he had no idea just yet.

However, his neural implant altered him of electromagnetic disturbances in the field it spread. Yet before he could react, some matter of devilry or strange science, he did not know, he was levitating in the air. Upon reflex he had sent for the cluster bomb only to fired upon twice by Anastasia. His Vibranum plates protected major organs, the fragmentation round aimed at his cold heart struck the plate, only to fall to the ground, robbed of its kinetic energy. However, the other round found its mark, due to Tenjin's strange posture as he floated. The bullet tore through the Kevlar and between Vibranium plates and burst into several small shrapnel tearing into his torso. Further, shards lodged themselves into his vertebrae, however, the rounds impact with Kevlar did not leave the shrapnel with adequate velocity to destroy the bones themselves. They simply ceased. However, much like a shotgun shell, several other shards ripped into his liver, gallbladder, kidney and large intestine. In response, the Genshokage released the final whiskey bottle and like a gunslinger engaged the flat space holster on his hip, spinning the weapon on his index finger via the trigger guard and held the submachine gun at both of his intended victims.

Still hovering in the air, he sought reprisal for the wounds and began to fire multiple bursts at his enemies, only to be taken by surprise as somehow, unknown to him, those same armor piercing bullets returned. Barely able to lift has hands up into a cross guard to protect his upper body with the Vibranium vambraces, he felt the impact of the bullets across his body, slamming into his armor. Yet just as before, some had slipped past his defenses due to his inability to utilize his reflexes and speed at their fullest potential. Two had struck his throat, ripping into his larynx while another struck his cheekbone and exited out the back of his skull. Missing his brain and the brain stem, it nonetheless sent skull fragments outwards along with a stream of gore. His foes had found him at a state of vulnerability and capitalized upon it. Lethal yet in his eyes, honorless. This ruthless assault happened before the Human Hayabusa could launch himself through a shadow portal, using the kinetic pistons in his feet to propel him upward and outside of the anti-gravity field.

Bleeding like a fountain from his neck specifically, injured severely and in the process of dying he emerged from the portal only two meters from Santiago and descended with his ninjato raised high hellbent on cutting the Viper down in a vertical slash. He inhaled deeply, only to suck nothing but his own blood. His crimson eyes blazing, a wild look about his face as he feared not death but was consumed by rage. His clan would avenge him else he would return to do so himself. It was a cycle he was quite accustomed to. Yet, his cunning was often overlooked and had put in plae a system of counter-measures in the event he fell in battle. What was to come was a to engage a series of events which would change the destiny of the Mist Walker. This was not to be an ordinary death nor a resurrection...but rather a transformation. A dark metamorphosis unlike which he had yet to endure.

Espada's quantum telepathy had ripped the Genshokage's consciousness asunder, converting the information into energy. Like an eraser on a chalkboard. There was once something, a complicated series of past experiences, dreams, fears and traits then there was instantly nothing.

Nothing.

Tenjin collapsed limply onto the ground, smashing his skull onto the pavement before he could land a mere counter-attack against the duo. Bleed leaked out of his wounds like a sprinkler system as his mechanical heart tried desperately to revive the husk. These actions were in vain.

Although, fate had other plans than death for the Savage Shinobi.

Just then, a strange shadow seemed to shoot through a portal and lifted the body of its master into a secondary portal only a few feet away. The proverbial Calvary had arrived as a series of mortar rounds began to descend towards Anastasia's and Espada's position. A number of Kurai-Nami, those Vibranium plated machines of war exploded from shadow portals in all directions and aimed their swords for the bodies of their lord's enemies directly after the aerial assault by the mercenaries. The two invaders would have to celebrate their victory at another time, as Katsuro's nearby forces sought vengeance.

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Meanwhile, the Orochi advanced, mounting a strong offensive as sword met sword n a shower of sparks as the Blood Spider Clan attempted to defend. However, indeed blood had been on both sides, though the skill of those red serpents eclipsed that of the black clad spiders. The strongest of the Blood Spiders had died in Strigidae's kiloton bombing, Tenjin's personal guard had been vanquished before they could have seen battle.

Yet, the prime directive was to defend against their opposition, no matter the overwhelming odds. The Blood Spiders would fight to the last man. Even if the clan was reduced to nothing, from this day their glory would continue on forever.

Though Katsuro's ace in his sleeve had been unleashed, the Kurai-Nami. Just as a number of them descended upon Espada and Anastasia the vast majority had joined the battlefield against Ivana's ninja. Launching from shadow portals, obsidian hands outstretched as the shadow realm beckoned them back. Modeled after the Genshokage himself, they fought with the same tenacity and wanton aggressiveness depicted by their master. Unleashing hordes of explosives and projectiles while attempting to dominate through close quarters combat.

Their mission however, was for most to preoccupy the masses as several would storm the Shogun with the intent on sending her to the grave. Those onyx automatons circled her like a pack of wolves. Swords in hand, that same necrotic nectar dripping from their blades. Lifeless eyes scanned her, only to attack rabidly in bursts of inhuman speed.

The best way to deal with a snake is to cut off its head.

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Atop Mt. Fuji, in a secret underground base, several crates labeled Cyberware lay about. Its bright white walls hid an ominous presence, like the air was thick with some dark energy. Scientists scrambled about a multitude of computers, preparing to begin Operation: Deava Down. Tenjin's body was stripped of the black armor, laying nude upon a futuristic surgery table. A dozen mechanical arms began to descend from the ceiling, outfitted with various tools ranging from scalpels to plasma torches. Like a robotic spider from hell. The lead scientist, stood humbled as he read various graphs and data compiled on a tablet and spoke softly "<What was once biological shall become technological...he is to be completely modified. >" As the armatures lowered, the surgery table lifted Katsuro at an steep incline as surgeons wearing gloves lifted armor and a plethora of other devices from the crates. "<First we begin with his mind, than the nervous system, followed by the musculoskeletal system and ending with the dermal enhancements. Our benefactors do not want his psychological trauma and current desires to influence his actions...he is to have new memories. New drives. Ones befitting the world's greatest assassin.>" The final sentence cued the actions of the arms, as they began to teat into Tenjin's body, limbs severing, organs removed and blood running down the metallic table.

Although Tenjin had designed this operation he no longer had control of what was to become of his body nor what was to become of himself at all.

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The procedure was a success, as there was very little anatomically mutant left and the level of expertise and advanced equipment it was also relatively short. What was once a scar covered pale figure was now a humanoid forged of nanotubes, cybernetics and black Vibranium. The metallic table shifted forward, perfectly level as twin red eyes began to glisten. Like the spark which started the wildfire. They slowly became like beacons of crimson hate as the figure stepped forward, planting mechanical feet on the tiled floor. His eyes shifted towards the scientist near him, the lower portion of Tenjin's face now completely concealed behind a cybernetic jaw. However, as he spoke, his voice seemed to project from all directions as the jaw was functionless as far as moving to speak. "<My wife...my children?>" This falsified data had been implanted in the now Quantum mind of the cybernetic assassin. His entire past erased and reconstructed. The scientists shook their heads in tandem, more lies spewed from their mouths. "<Killed in the assault on the City...you alone survived, Katsuro. We rebuilt you with the aid of Akira. We have compiled a list of individuals believed to be directly involved.>" Unbeknownst to the Veiled Executioner, he had become a pawn in an agenda not of his own. Tears streamed down his cheeks, running onto his ebon half mask which composed his face.

The mind was indeed a fragile thing.

As he stood there, shaken at the loss of nothing but deceits he announced, his deep voice carried throughout the compound "<Give me their names....>"

Thus, what was once the Living Shadow, something else took its place. Something more powerful. Something even darker.

@la_espada@cutthroatbitch@strigidae_23@_envy_@alpha_dog@jack_@vinnie_tahoe

It had been a whole year since one of the ancient primordial beast that the Japanese called Kaiju, had even came close to the city of Tokyo. The attacks grew few and far between as the Japanese military grew in numbers, with weapon systems built specifically to destroy the behemoths that haunted and tormented them. The countries military forces had come to specialize in hunting the Kaiju down , the success rate of their defense had grown to a proficient 95% ever since they developed different means of attack with alternative weapon choices. Sonic emitters , fighter jets with anti-matter missile payloads , and meta-human assistance was pivotal in the defense of their cities, but tonight the Kaiju that emerged from a half-century slumber was an entirely different beast then what they were use to. As it's colossal body emerged from the deep sea an made it's way to Tokyo Harbor the general who specialized in destroying such creatures looked on in terror as his special field analyst ran through the database of Kaiju encounters and found nothing on the one that stomped it's way towards them. Ichi Ikazawa the battle-hardened general who ran the Coastal Defense Unit , had seen the Kaiju called the Serpent King once when he was a little boy nearly forty years ago, and a memory that haunted him deeply surfaced as he looked out to see with a blank, incoherent stare.

His lieutenant screamed loudly over the missiles and artillery shells being fired off uselessly against the scaled reptilian goliath. The soldiers fired without the generals order for fear of their lives. It took Ikazawa a minute to snap back to reality from his nightmarish flashback of the first time he witnessed a Kaiju, the same Kaiju that steadily advanced towards him. That day he recalled so vividly was the first time the Serpent King attacked Japan and it nearly destroyed half the population while ripping both of his parent's from his life. Nostalgia turned into a somber cry that handicapped his movement , but suddenly turned into a rage fueled by revenge and pride for his country as his was back into the plane of the present. He looked at his lieutenant before bursting into a mode of action as he snatched the radio from a subordinate and started barking orders into it.

"Have the naval battleships ready the rail gun! All forces engaging in combat with that fool Akira fall into Coast Defense patterns , we have bigger fish to fry! I need my planes in the air thirty seconds ago! Get the fighters in the air with the A.M.B.B's ready to fire." His voice was drowned out by the constant barrage of shells that did nothing to slow down the Kaiju who was now only a minute away from Tokyo.

He marched with a walking sprint down into the nerve control room which was housed in an underground bunker , stomping into the operations room with a stern look.

"Gather around people... We are gonna need a plan if want to stop this thing... I'll need all of you" he addressed the various techs, analyst , strategist , and soldiers who made up the defense force in the busy room filled with computer screens. "That maniac attacking the city... he woke this thing up and killed everyone of our superiors... we are the last line of defense..." His voice weak yet strong as he was about to began again before he felt the Earth shake with a tremendous rumble , and some one updated the status of the encounter.

"Sir! No weapons system has been able to penetrate the Kaiju's armor! Nothing is working! We must retreat and devise a plan or our entire operation will be wiped out!"

"Where is it?" trying to hold back the visions of torment that flashed in his head when the Kaiju broke through the initial defense wave.

"The Kaiju has just reached Tokyo Bay sir. Ground forces are retreating in-land in hopes of finding cover..."

"Alright team, listen up! I want a full analysis on this damn thing now!"

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Akira Overdrive could hear in the distance behind him, the loud roar of the Kaiju he woke up as the train he cybernetically operated reached top speed headed towards Mt.Fuji. As he looked back to the palette of lights that was Tokyo he could see the massive creature tear into buildings and shake-off every counter-measure thrown at it. He imagined that the creature was laying waste to everything in his beloved city including his forces and whoever was unfortunate enough to be in the city. It had no bias , it had no specific target, it was only alive to destroy both the wicked and the righteous. AO felt no regret as he sped up the train some more after seeing the snow-capped mystic mountain peek into his line of vision while simultaneously entering a sequence of numbers into his wrist watch. The digital input of an encrypted matrix into his mini-computer made the device send a signal to whatever it was that lay inside the hollowed out holding bay that Akira built inside the sacred mountain. The lights on the armored figure created a contrast to the darkness and one could see it's armored robotic features and titanic height.

The Young Yamato had put nearly 20 billion dollars into the construction of his secret weapon and he was almost in close enough range for remote activation until the Bullet Train suddenly halted with a screeching friction and propelled him forward onto the train tracks with immense speed and neck-breaking torque. He had little time to erect a TK shield around his body that skidded , rolled, bounced and scraped against the bridge. Even though he had some defense against the surprise stop it wasn't enough to protect him fully , and he grimaced in horrible pain after the catapult of motion ripped off skin, broke his bones , and twisted his body until he stopped grinding on the track and ended up in a fetal position. He could feel his head ring with an unforgivable noise that made him nauseous , disoriented , and dizzy. His face ran red with blood pouring from his ears , mouth, and leg as he gripped his left arm which had torn ligaments and fractured bones to the point where it looked longer then his other. His pristine outfit had been torn to shreds , his katana thrown somewhere below him , and his ride to Mt.Fuji somehow stopped by some interfering annoyance.

His anger reached an all-time high as he somehow managed to stand on the tracks and gather his mangled self together by taking a few deep breathes to calm his soul down. He prided himself on his on the fly adaptation skills and never let his anger control him like he use to. Amaterasu had made him nearly emotionless to the point where they would not hinder him in anyway. He stood up shakily as he attempted to contact his allies but found that the sat-com links had not been restored and instead reached out to his Queen telepathically, but couldn't because his brain went in a different direction as it tried to warn him of what was coming his way. The combination of being thrown off the train at killer speeds, disorienting damage , and lack of communication to Amaterasu made his sixth sense slow to active and allow him insight into the moments of the future. All he heard was a missile ripping through the sky before it's warhead was inches from blowing him to pieces.

The impact of the bunker buster missile engulfed and destroyed the entire bridge that Akira once stood on in a massive fragmentation blast wave that no human could possibly live through. The burning orange brilliance of the explosion could be seen from miles coupled with a cloud of black smoke. The world of flames had destroyed everything in the wake of it's landing and Akira's body was no where to be found amongst the rubble of the bridge and wreckage of the train. Then, suddenly from the hellish world of fire that still burned intensely, came a figure dressed in a red armor that reflected the scene of chaos around it. From the pit of embers emerged Akira protected in a symbiotic shell of poly-fused metals and mystical threads known as the Aka Renja 8. In the passing seconds between the missile actually reaching it's target Akira miraculously, and subconsciously activated his beautiful geometric patterned eyes known as the Kami no Me. Time slowed down for him in a world that looked inverted and his all-seeing eyes allowed him to sidestep the missile with just enough space to activate his power enhancing suit that protected his mangled and battered body , only nano-seconds before detonation.

Its life flowed through AO and healed his wounds slowly as he walked from the aftermath of an explosion that could have ended his life had he not seen what others couldn't in such a desperate situation. He picked up his trademark katana and gripped it furiously as he made a vow to fire back at whoever abruptly ended his trip and tried to kill him. He bent down slightly before becoming a red streak that took off and soared through the heavens , until plummeting through the mountainous structure of Mt.Fuji. Thanks to his increase in strength he tunneled through layers of rock rather quickly before reaching the holding bay of his bio-weapon, smiling at it's structure before teleporting into it's hollowed out cortex that served as his cockpit. The pilots chair hovered over a thick oozing pool of red liquid and Akira technopathically blew a breathe of life into his machine before sitting down , his armor dissipating in a wave of pixels and his eyes turning back to their normal deep brown. "Synchro." A tendril appeared from the red matter that he floated over and it attached itself to the Young Yamato's spine in a series of hissing locks that let loose streams of steam as they fused with his own nervous system. He was now fully linked to his Akuma Sukeru and it would move flawlessly with him in unison as it reacted to his brain waves faster then the regular speed of thought.

The Red Raging Ronin wasted no time as the locks that kept his mech restrained burst off and allowed him to shoot through the top of Mt.Fuji into the sky above , before landing on the ground and causing the Earth to shake once more. The tallest trees in Japan were merely leaves compared to the size of his secret weapon and AO laughed maniacally wild before he decided to test out it's arsenal of weapons.

"Target all hostiles in the city." he spoke to his bio-machines nervous system without saying a word , knowing that it would read his brain and find everyone his mind mapped out earlier when he visually captured the city in entirety. The Akuma Sukeru lifted it's right arm with a straight open palm, it's left arm gripping the the right's wrist to brace for a recoil. It's movements mimicked Akira's seamlessly.

"Locating...Targeting...Found...Locked on." It responded.

"Fire!"

As Akira commanded his machine a circular opening was made in the mech's palm, unleashing a horde of thirty thermal explosive fused missiles aimed and locked on to various energy signatures. Without being controlled via computer they howled through the sky hoping to land in a crippling series of explosions on the people that the 14th targeted. He didn't care much for collateral damage and wasted no more time on standing idle as he made his red colossus of alien metal get down into a sprinters position , before sending it into a full stomping dash that created craters under it's feet as he raced back to Tokyo to finish what he started.

@timesiphon:

So there they were asphalt and concrete a layer of Carbonadium the thick back of her machine. Then the Adamantium layer that made up the cockpit. Then came more carbonadium and the siphon and finally layers of brick and steel. There wasn't much odds in escaping the tomb of various material. Continuing this fight had an almost guarantee probability of death. When the Onslaught was removed and it would be gone that was certain, they'd be buried by rubble, unless the ruble was gone. Kayle was a pirate a escape artist. Soon as the pair was trapped she began to dwell on getting out of this not on politics.

"Not hired like I said friends on this side of the line so hear I am. Additionally the side of the victors gets the rewards I gamble on this end cause of that reason as well. I do hope that you can find some peace in what ever comes next one should not feel like a monster. I myself am just fine with my next move and I'll be fine after it. Maybe we'll meet under better circumstances next time I'm confident we could do good business. Till then by." What followed was to be a move that wouldn't harm Kayle at all she was in the safe zone. Everything else within thirty feet however was about to be wiped from this city. Her phase ability was that of the barrage, of flooding the are with ammunition. In the mech this was in a grand display of firepower of plasma bullets and rockets. Three waves, though released in such a fast sequence to most it'd feel like one.

It started with plasma sent in every direction, not from a gun but just a spherical spray of fire with such tight formation it may as well have just been a solitary sphere of plasma. There was regular plasma, and the life sucking plasma the siren had been using. There was also however plasma that could make a person freeze over as ice easy to shatter, plasma of fire that could boil steel hotter then any plasma alone designed to incinerate. And plasma of a corrosive element enough to even start dissolving the metal of the Onslaught. But that was just wave one before it could even be completed bullets were being fired. They didn't have the life drain but standard rounds fire ice and corrosion were all fired. Rounds of the mech thus as large as people, but fired at the high velocity of Kayle's guns three thousand mph.

But there was more types to be dispersed as the fight had shown Kayle had a variety of ammo. The Phasebarrage from a mobile suit went above and beyond the expectations. With said gunfire came the tracking rounds like before snaking through the small opening to try and hit one location. There was explosive shells like those used before and those bullets from Java a gun that used flechette ammunition. Upon impact the bullets shattered into thousands of slashing shrapnel. And then there was Rasputen a gun that fired bullets that were a grenade sized nuke except in this case it was more akin to a standard nuke it would of obliterated most already but it was not the end. As then came the Hammer rounds bullets creating numerous gravity wells enough to start ripping the mech apart by the sheer amount of vortexes pulling in every direction. Before the antimatter charge went off however there was the rockets.

They were to big space to small so much firepower they barely were spawned before detonation. The types included the plasma types and the bullet types and tapped into her grenades as well. There was the babies turning the hundreds of rockets into thousands. There was a release of nanites that sought to devour everything. There was also F.A.K.K this grenade now rocket type released a chemical compound designed to consume minerals blood and muscle mass. Designed to leave nothing but bones and flesh as corpses everything else being gone. There was also the unexpected but welcome flash bang, these made such a noise that sense of hearing was almost assured to be gone it was a sound that'd ah image hearing and the flash was intense enough to burn ones retinas and remove sight entirely. And then came the hammer rockets at the end creating more flux in gravity before a wash of antimatter.

Maybe the siphon escaped maybe she'd be alive what was certain though was a variety of things. Thanks to the time siphon nobody was in the radius but the the two combatants. There was moments of cold chilling enough to brittle steel. Heat intense enough it surpassed the suns core. Baths in plasma, acid, bio chemicals and radiation. Enough explosions to obliterate any bunker or overcharge even perhaps the thickest walls of Vibranium. There was enough tugs on gravity from enough points to tear apart her mech on an atomic level. Mixed with a sea of Antimater that was enough to leave nothing in a thirty foot radius. Put simply if not for the antimaterial element the damage would have been far more catastrophic. It wasn't the kind of move that should even come to pass. Kayle would have been shocked if not for being so high.

Instead the pirate stood thirty feet below where she had just been inside a crater impeccably smooth. Not even the Adamantium cockpit had survived the barrage. "Law you transfer over to the TM?" There was a series of mechanical noises Law's interpretation of a annoyed grumble. "Good tell the crew to get to work gona have to build a new Onslaught." Kayle was quite delighted, perhaps it was that despite the heavy ordeal that had gone so far as to remove Onslaught from existence Kayle wasn't so much as scratched from the ordeal. That said she knew she might have to leave this fight soon, bullets didn't seem likely to cut in this fight and that was what she was down to.

@vinnie_tahoe: @alpha_dog: @kayle_rez: @decayingrose:

He's got balls. Can't deny him that

The moment of mental compliments was cut short however, as black spiraling holes seemingly spawned out of nowhere and into the lower atmosphere below the paratrooper's feet. If that wasn't bad enough, metallic shards bombarded the sky with swift and accurate precision, piercing the main canopy of the chute.

This is bad. Real bad. I'm durable, but far from invincible.

Thousands of possible maneuvers flooded the taloned insurgents brain has he tried to predict a possible movement or evasion that wouldn't end in fatality, but there simply was no luck. He needed more time to think. He had his reserve parachute strapped firmly to his front pelvis, but that would it would be little help to activate now. So many things could go wrong, but there was only one chance for his survival. Balling himself tightly to protect his second parachute that remained closed and sealed, Envy targeted a portal below him, shifting his weight with as much strength as he could muster to move his heavy figure through the air.

Making his way through the shadowy abyss in a cannonball form, he emerged even higher than previously in the sky. It was a nice trick, but it offered him more time to think and save his own life. Gripping the chute with one bloody arm that had taken some damage from the vibranium projectiles, he himself dove headfirst to the city below not too unlike Vinnie's own perfect form. His Vibranium laced body caused his figure to fall in an extraordinary speed. The seconds dwindled quickly as he came closer and closer to the same building Vinnie had kicked through. With only a handful of meters to spare, he ejected the rip cord handle that swayed in front of his eyes as the shock of the second parachute jerked his neck backwards with a loud crack.

Ugh, if I die before the real fight even starts, Ivana is going to kill me.

He grunted in immense pain as he crashed torso first onto the building floor and rolled like a ragdoll on it's glass scattered carpet. Panting in agony, he glanced up and saw Vinnie with a lot less damage than himself. With a small smile and through bloody teeth he spoke in a painful breath, "Don't hit a building he said...And look at what we do. God I hate flying....Sorry, falling."

@kayle_rez: @akira_overdrive

The rage of a Time Siphon could doom worlds to a dusty oblivion and it was now sparked in full fury. She had been intent on speaking to her opponent when another missile had come out of the blue, fired by another individual somewhere far away. Raeyn's eyes blazed in anger and she drew upon her temporal reserves to create a stasis field around herself. When her opponent's mech destroyed the tomb and her opponent left the scene, all that remained in the crater was the Time Siphon with a missile halted inches from exploding, seemingly holding itself in mid air. Time Siphon's powers had reached a new level as she tapped into the surrounding city and began to destroy everything that wasn't a person. Empty buildings in the slums collapsed for no apparent reason and fell into dust, entire streets caved in and a creepy abandoned theme park fell away into dust and blew through the Tokyo streets on the wind. The missile itself also dissolved and Time Siphon's armor repaired itself. She strode from the wreckage in rage and took the sky again to find her target. First, however, she found a giant monster with an ages long Temporal line.

FUEL! She narrowed her eyes and took off, flying over the retreating military forces attempting to destroy the bay. "This is your unlucky day my friend. Someone shot at me while I was having a conversation." Missiles and tank shells from the military flew past her and she snarled and turned furiously to the military. "I...AM...TALKING!!!" She made an unnecessary sweep of her hand and their ammo all ceased mid flight and then disintegrated. "Do it again and you'll share the same fate!" She then returned her attention to the Kaiju. "Where was I? Oh, right." She flew over to it, dodging its physical attacks. Surely it has more than clumsy swipes of its claws. If not, this will end faster than I expected.

@_envy_: @vinnie_tahoe: @alpha_dog: @rafael_romeiro:

Much to Rose's disappointment two of the targets escaped her grasp. She did have to give them credit for pulling off the landing despite the pressures they were under. She'd attend to them soon, first however the one who didn't seem likely to stick the landing. He was coming at her fast it could have been a game ender. She'd be hit by the high speed hound and be a crumpled mess. The issue was teleportation came easy. She saw a man about to tackle her, she thought move, and sure enough she'd teleported away. The alpha dog met only concrete a grand move it was but not efficient. And a ninja shoot be fallen by a trivial back fire, but Sakura wasn't going to let an obvious healer get back up. She could see the cuts from shurikan healing hitting the ground from a thousand feet up wasn't going to be the end.

Her solution was simple, she cast a portal that led to a near by roof, and a portal that led to a near by car. The other end to portal one the roof moved for the Dog's feet. The second moved for the hounds head. They moved to redirect the hound on the ground but the portals were planned to be stopped at the mid section and the throat. Then closed. The fantastic part about a portal used to cut was the material didn't matter. It could be anything that went through the portal when it closed matter was simply placed in two locations durability had nothing to do with it.

She teleported away commanding her fellow clan to meet up with her briefly at an armory and scoop up as many grenades as they could. They arrived by one of the thirty eight nameless who was just keeping an eye on the building the two other air drops had landed. Yet again the plan was simple, a spear of jade light was thrown, it pierced the roof. Admittedly this gave the duo some time to react but not long. For soon the portal opened from the spear. On the other end was the thirty eight dropping grenades. The top level of the building would soon be filled with detonations. Sakura simply hoped that this and the incoming rockets would do as she and her clan would teleport away. Hopefully they were not followed through the brief portal because what the flower of flesh and blood was about to exert herself in a way that would leave her wide open for a counter.

The trail of plasma and burning ozone was easy to follow to the stadium. If the nameless ones had any special metaphysical technique they hadn't shown it. By all accounts so far Sakura was far out of her league in power scale. In a fair fight Sakura was dead. But so many forgot in this age ninja were not about honorary combat so much as stealth and efficiency. She wasn't here to play fair she was here to win. And sometimes in a world of large machines of war and grand displays of skill and daunting power output elegant simplicity was the solution. Two portals opened outside the stadium, a brief flash suffocated from most eyes from all the other chaos. And for someone in the stadium likely missed entirely.

What came from the two portals was an array of spears and throwing stars of glittering light. It wasn't much compared to the move performed in the air before. It was enough however to encompass the perimeter of the stadium. The blades of light opened to create one grand portal that swallowed the building. And rooted it deep along the ocean floor in the pacific. As a move it was simple, she teleported something to the bottom of the ocean. Crushing depths and possible drowning. Her opponent was likely faster then her thought so she had to think outside the box.

However the DecayingRose had temporarily exhausted herself teleporting a stadium was no small feat. Should her targets from before have followed her or the blitzing mutant escaped her move she might be in trouble. It mattered not however resilience was in Sakura's nature.

@decayingrose: @akira_overdrive:

Well, here we go again...

This certainly wasn't the first time Dog had been "killed." In fact, a good number of the killing techniques he knew he had experienced firsthand. Portal girl was clever; ripping him apart while he was still a bloody smear on the ground ensured that he wouldn't be able to evade her attack, and he certainly wouldn't be contributing any more to this fight.

Still, he'd have laughed, if not for the fact that he didn't have any lungs, at the moment. One of the last sounds he heard before the familiar darkness swallowed his senses was the impact of some kind of nasty missile, most likely aimed at where his body had impacted the ground. By teleporting his head away, his enemy had ensured his survival, as he couldn't be sure that enough of him would be left to heal after the direct impact of that much ordinance.

Of course, that didn't mean she was getting off easy. It'd probably take more than a week, possibly two, but Dog would wake up once enough of his body had grown back, and then he was gonna find this little birdie and pluck out every one of her feathers, one by one...

@timesiphon: @akira_overdrive:

Long ago there was a woman who moved to Japan by name of Lora Craig. She'd go on to join the Keijijo clan and become known as the Raven. This was at a time that the kaiju were numerous and quite furious. Fortunately the Impero of the time was favoring the world as a whole and lending aid to such ordeals. The raven was one who developed a set of skills and clandestine moves outfitted to tackle larger forces such as kaiju. In time though one such beast got the best of her claiming Lora's life. She passed on not to the realm beyond but rather became a spirit animal a guardian to Keijijo for the longest time. She served Alianette however and the prodigal master of life and death gave Raven a new life.

She'd been aiding one Natasha Howletzer Stark up until today when the vampire fell to a gaze of stone. Almost poetic as her original abilities were similar and her mothers almost identical. There was no time to grieve however and so I was that the raven fell upon the shoulders of the statued goth. And nobody cared for it was just a bird most people saw. A clandestine symbol was used to claim the signature blades of Natasha and meld them into one. The swords the statue had were now nothing but stone as Raven seized a new tool of the samurai. Flight began in way of venturing toward the trembling mountain. Karasu once known long ago as Lora knew this beast, it'd been her end so many years ago.

The Kaiju was ancient something to be feared in that regard alone. For the older it was the stronger and more durable the predator, testified by the assault to befall the titan. Fifty and seventy five cal shells fell to the soil about as painful to the giant as rain upon brick. Rockets of all kinds struck with no effect blossoming fire met only with the spine tingling growl of the legendary beast. Above flew a rather angry individual obnoxiously loud. Which led the ancestor of nobodies and no ones to laugh to herself imagining the Time Siphon and elder Kaiju having a yelling match. An adorable thought but not what was to come. A pearlescent mask with crimson marking is pulled over Karasu's alluring face as she takes off in a thunderous sprint. Her long black hair dancing behind her like a roaring flame.

At five thousand miles per hour her movements were swift and she was nothing more then an ant in scale to the Kaiju. Leaping into the air toward the giant she suddenly burst apart as a flock of common ravens they'd be hard to identify by such a giant let alone hit. They sought to merge together behind the titan where they would fall briefly with a downward thrust at the seventh vertebra searching to sever conection of the neck and the head. Her crimson blade made of Tempestrium was able to break past the durability of gods it should find no real resistance by the scales of the monster. And should that be the case as was the design of the blade the weapon would ravage the internal nature of the creature. Stealing away his magestic might and abilities. Of course this wasn't the end as an artistic flip would propell the raven to likely land upon the brow of the Kaiju legend.

It was here Raven would reach into the monster looking to find it's collosal lungs and as such massive amount of air. She'd seek to take that air and turn it into a tornado of vicious force. Searching to make a natural disaster within the giants body. It'd be enough force to rip apart any city an unnatural spiral of wind that should it be doable and come to pass would likely tear apart the insides of the Kaiju. This all served also as a test. Did it bleed, was it's internal organs what one would expect what was his bone density like. Learn the predator to make it prey.

@akira_overdrive: @decayingrose:

With his previous adversary, Amaterasu having disappeared to attend to other priorities, Rafael's attention shifted to and focused only on one goal for the moment; securing the stadium. Sprinting past everything in his path, a succession of explosive sonic booms tearing through the air behind him as the air went run and hot from the searing heat of his acceleration, the Mutant Adonis was confident in his chances, confident that success was certain. Soon the stadium was within view. Along with the portals that emerged to swallow it whole. Whichever entity was responsible for them didn't concern Rafael, at least not immediately. As he was soon greeted by a hailstorm of spears and razor-sharp throwing stars, the Portuguese remained confident in his ability. Or rather his speed and perception of time.

Everyone perceived reality at sixty frames per second. They perceived reality for what it was milliseconds ago. Milliseconds to one with the speed and time perception of Rafael might as well have been millions of years. He remained confident that he could not only dodge and evade the projectiles targeting him, but blitz into the portal that sought to transport the stadium so that he may confront it's conjurer. And perhaps any other day he might have succeeded but for a moment, as brief as it was, the psychic shards from Amaterasu's earlier psychic blast began to take hold, it's sharp sting creating a temporary mental block regarding his powers, namely, it disrupted not his speed but his perception of time. Suddenly, in that moment, but for that moment only, Rafael perceived reality as everyone else did. In sixty frames per second.

And for one accustomed to seeing portions of reality that most miss due to their ordinary perception of time, for one accustomed to processing information at near-superluminal speeds, possessing ordinary time perception, even for one second, was like perceiving the world and processing information not unlike the slowest livestream in internet history. For that one second, Rafael was moving too fast for his mind to process external stimuli, and his perception too slow to register the incoming projectiles like he once did. And it was alarming. In the blink of an eye, the spears and shooting stars blitzed towards him. And if not for the combination of his herculean durability and 'White Vibranium Armor', he would have been no more. Fortunately, he sustained only cosmetic scratches and scrapes. And though his time perception returned to it's former glory, Rafael could not help but wonder what would have become of him had the projectiles been adamantium.

And so with the stadium now vanished, Rafael decelerated, bringing his sprint to an explosive stop several feet before what would have been the stadium. There was no time to lament this failure however, as a horde of missiles threatened to bombard him with a succession of scorching eruptions. Portions of his skin were superheated at the surface and left black from the sheer thermal energy of the explosions. Wounded, perhaps even injured, Rafael still however, hadn't fallen. Lowered to a knee by the unmitigated force of the erupting missiles, the Panther King felt the ground quake under the weight of a metallic Goliath. Something possessing physical dimensions of this magnitude had to be powerful, but ironically, extremely vulnerable. And Rafael knew exactly which gameplan to implement against whatever it was that had emerged to lay waste to all who stood in it's path.

@rafael_romeiro:

Much to Sakura's displeasure even the grand portal oriented plan failed to perform the necessary steps to remove the mutant speedster. If he'd have gone into the stadium he'd have actually fallen for the trap. What was designed to help edge him into the stadium however backfired. There was a moment of failure in his performance that also showed that no blade of hers would do. Her metal rivaled those in use but did not surpass them. That fact followed by his speed meant she could not win in a standard confrontation. And his speed was just enough to surpass any following portal based traps. She'd need to improvise. What could be assured however was that he was a physical combatant giving Sakura one final idea.

Firstly she touched the flat of her chest and created an internal rift allowing her to extract her stomach. Passing it to a ninja who then teleported away from the fight. It hurt like hell, left mass internal bleeding and meant that within a minute at best Sakura would be dead. However the flower of flesh and blood had removed the one organ the clan would need to resurrect her. She'd return to the land of the living regardless of how successful her next move was. That said the next move was her last. She followed the impromptu surgery with the creation of a second portal beneath her skin. A slight coral shimmer accented her physique and yet again the pain was excruciating. It didn't matter however as soon it would be over.

Teleporting with a characteristic blink sound Rose sought to jab her sai into the temples of the apex of acceleration. Her blades were sharp and rivaled his armor her movements were clean a testimony of exceptional skill. She didn't care however if this hit or miss however. It was a plan to simply encourage reaction. Her threat didn't seem one to run from a fight, one to let someone get the drop on him. It was safe to bet he'd lash out at her. And upon impact her skin was set to teleport her and whatever touched her to the stadium now at the ocean floor. There was no way for the flower of flesh and blood to escape being hit so she counted on that being her one move.

@akira_overdrive: @decayingrose: @alpha_dog: @_envy_:

In my resting position I notice something flying towards me, well, it was more like falling to be honest. After the very first contact with the floor I head the familiar thud of life, not unlike my own from seconds ago, and get the basic idea of who the arrival is. As I watch him painfully ragdoll closer to my position, like if I was watching a really f*&ked up japanese TV show, I finally realize it is my ally, Envy. His bloody entry stops just a few feet away from me with a violent snap in his neck.

"Tsss!" I hiss upon the painful sight, but I don't check if he's 'OK'. He was pretty FUBAR, but I could already see his wounds mending and in a few moments flat he's back to the wise-cracking comments.

"Heheh...*cough*...Ahh sh!t. I can't even smile in to face of Death like I usually do. That b!tch...*cough*...will have to wait for another time.", I answers in return with as much confidence as I could gather.

After the exchange of greetings I use the wall behind me to press against it and stand up, my dislocated shoulder dangling to lifelessly on my left side. With a whole-body twitch I try to move it, but it only swings left to right like a metronome. God, how luckly was I for the armor. Without it I'd end up worse than Envy, but without all that healing business, I'd be just flat out dead.

Anyways, I have to do something about the shoulder. So I wander over to a real concrete wall, not to any of the cardboard fakes, and as painful as it was I move my shoulder to over over it's original position. It wouldn't miraculously snap into place on it's own, so with a huff I charge shoulder-first towards the wall as if I wanted to tackle it. What follows is just pure agony that I have to muffle. After all my body weight slammed into the wall my shoulder poped back into place but god was that a b!tch to live through. I'll tell my nephews about this all once I return, but severely censored of course.

During this time Envy must've already healed up and I wander to him to help him stand up. I give him my right hand and pull to lift his vibranium laced ass up. Felt like helping up a grizzly. Mid-way through I pick up something in the corner of my eye, flying over the Tokyo rooftops. I zoom in with my tactical goggles and the alabaster HUD confirms the worst. Two rockets, big as f*&k too, heading straight for our bare asses.

"Ehhh...I really hope you can move your legs cause I think we pissed off the gods or something." I inquire whilst pointing towards the closing rockets with my free hand. As humane as I was I don't wait a second considering his healing powers and leg it.

"Yo, follow me if you can. We ain't about to die in Tokyo. Anywhere, but Tokyo!" I proclaim whilst thinking about how crazy japanese sex fetishes are. I was sure we would get 'hentai'd', or whatever it's called, even after death. Besides, Ivana put a lot of funding into us, she'd surely find ways to torment us even in the grave.

I was already about a dozen feet away from the original position, hoping that Envy followed when suddenly a bright green flash infront of me stops me in my tracks. It turns out to be a portal and not the good kind. Quickly reacting with my superior reflexes after noticing the first of grenades fly through, I reach to my waist and pull out one of my own, Hi-Ex fragmentation grenade. Puts all theirs to shame. I quickly toss it towards the sender hoping it would pass through before the portal closes. By the looks I knew they used conventional grenades, pin-based trigger mechanism, they explode upon contact.

Nearing the end of that little revelation I put the spring into my step again, sharply turning to the hallway to my right and switching to auto-pilot. I fully give in to my instinct, like I usually do in near death situation. I could feel something like a nudge inside my head pushing me towards the right path and I quickly cover ground towards the emergency staircase. I bust through the door it as if it wasn't even there. However, no use to the stairs as I overhear the first boom of the grenades so I just desperately hurl myself down the empty space in the middle of the stairway spiral.

Meanwhile the missiles finally hit the building and completely obliterate the last 4 floors and I mean completely. I could feel the heat coming down after me but I luckily covered enough distance. I put all of my acrobatic prowess together to stop my descent. First I catch one of the handrails, but don't hold. I would tear my arm off. Instead I use the resulting jerk of my body to swing myself inside the staircase. I land ass first on the stairs and tumble down a bit more, before lifting myself. In all the chaos I completely forgot about Envy. Nothing left but to hope that he survived.

@akira_overdrive: @decayingrose:

His targets had been acquired. His only priorities were the gargantuan robot rampaging across the city of Tokyo and the monstrous Kaiju that had emerged from the ocean depths. Two colossal juggernauts that wreaked havoc and destruction with but a single step on the city's concrete pavement, they were not adversaries to be underestimated. But neither was Rafael. He was battered and bruised however, and could not afford to prolong these confrontations any longer. He would implement his gameplan against the robotic colossus and Kaiju and take his leave to attend to his injuries, namely the psychic shards now poisoning his mind and subtly disrupting his mutant abilities. Whether or not his gameplan would be successful was for the future to decide.

Allowing several of his extraordinary forms of sensory perception to pinpoint the exact location of his two targets, the Black Jaguar readied himself with a quiet exhale. His features, beautiful and Adonic, grew earnest with mute intensity and determination. Though another opponent, a vicious teleporter emerged with the intent of executing her attack, she was an attosecond too late as the White Vibranium King, a master of speed, accelerated towards the robotic colossus, leaving the powerful vibrations from the trail of sonic booms behind him to attack his teleporting opponent with the intention of liquefying her internal organs and erupting her eardrums while scorching heat and plasma from his hyper-velocity sought to superheat her into ionized dust. His sights however, rested on the robot juggernaut. Against it, he sought to employ the aid of any giant robot's greatest enemy; physics.

Specifically, it's weight distribution and the square cube law. The square cube law is a mathematical concept which reasons that when a given object increases proportionally in size, the new surface area is proportional to the square of the multiplier, but the new volume is proportional to the multiplier's cube. In essence, it states that when something increases in size, its volume increases faster than its area. Double the size of an object, and the surface area increases by four times, but the volume of that object would increase eightfold. Its why humans don't grow to 11 feet in height. The heart would be four times larger, forcing it to pump a proportional increase in blood through 8 times the amount of circulatory system an ordinary human would have. That amount of stress would prove fatal. It was why animals which have evolved to be large have developed the respiratory and circulatory systems required to handle these needs. And while the opponent he would soon attack was a robot, mechanical in nature and therefore had no such stress, it still suffered from the fact that all of it's volume must have come an enormous amount of additional weight.

While it's structure could support all that weight, it was still easier to break something heavy than something light. Its why a mouse can jump of a waist-high kitchen table and suffer no injury, and why an elephant would break a leg by simply tripping over something. Unlike large animals that were not nearly as enormous as the robotic colossus, the towering machine's weight was supported only by two humanoid legs. It's legs were points through which it's enormous bulk was focused. Namely, it's knee joints were it's most vulnerable components due to the stress from all of the weight caused by it's size in the Earth's gravity. Accelerating to relativistic velocities, Rafael's frame was coated in a cone of blazing plasma as the monstrous kinetic energy generated from his sprint was further amplified by his armor's 'white vibranium'. Combining sheer, god-like power and near-superluminal speed, he intended to literally blast through the robot's right knee joint and snap the leg in two. He would quickly follow by employing his hyper-herculean strength to halt the robot's fall should his initial attack have been successful. It would present him with the opportunity to lift it from the ground and hurl it with his incredible might towards the Kaiju.

It was then that the Black Jaguar's final assault would commence. Should his plan of hurling the robotic colossus into the Kaiju succeed, Rafael would follow by imparting every ounce of himself into his next attack. He would accelerate towards the two towering juggernauts and bring himself to his absolute limit, 99.9% the speed of light before bringing his rear leg forward as if to feign a kick, then snapping his leg back as he performs a cross, executing a 'superman punch' carrying 190,000,000,000,000,000 joules of energy released in the form of a scorching beam around 80,000,000,000,000 Kelvin, many, many, many times hotter than the Sun. All of the particles in the air, the oxygen, the nitrogen were suspended as Rafael's attack sought to liquefy the Kaiju and the robot at the atomic level, at the expense of most of Tokyo. This was the most powerful, hardest punch he could throw. The heat from it however, scorched his features as well. His skin was superheated and even portions of his bones were charred as his eyes burned out from the searing energy of his attack. He couldn't see but his other senses were still functioning, barely. Injured and with his stamina depleting, Rafael's reserves allowed him only enough energy for a high-speed return to Venezuela, where he would fall unconscious.

@tenjin: @akira_overdrive:

The Orochi clan and the Black Spider clan swept and twisted through the streets. Red and black figures flowed across the urban jungle of Tokyo, locked together in a dance from which the only escapes were death and victory.

Their battle was silent, punctuated only by the clang of steel and the death rattle of fallen shinobi. The Black Spider clan acquitted themselves with skill and honor but the Orochi fought with five hundred years of discipline. Modern tactics and technology married to the arts of ancient warriors proved too much and slowly but surely the Orochi drove the Black Spider clan back.

The Shogun's hands flew tirelessly and she left dozens of shinobi feathered with black shafted arrows as she lead her clan to victory. A crimson cloak fluttered in the sky as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop, the steady stream of lethal arrows flying from the blind archer, guided by her unerring mutant somatic sense.

Victory seemed certain.

Until the emergence of the Kurai-Nami. Blades and arrows clattered off of their invulnerable vibranium bodies. Orhochi fell back under the barrage of blades and bullets, unable to contend with foes they could not harm.

A squad of the vibranium robots ambushed the Shogun herself. Somatic systems of silicon and superconductors cracked like lightning in the mind of the mutant queen. The twenty third Strigidae wove through the maze of blades, twisting and slipping and dodging with all the skill she could muster before hurling herself from the rooftop, glider cape carrying her to an opposing roof.

But then she responded. Cryo-arrows flew, carrying warheads of Bose-Einstein condensate; a material so cold it occupied the lowest possible quantum state. Vibranium robots stopped dead; trapped inside blocks of atmospheric ice. Once more the Shogun lead her warriors to victory, one frozen Kurai-Nami at a time.

Then Overdrive's missiles arrived. Ivana's only warning was the flicker of pain from her own nervous system in the future. Hurling herself to the side she narrowly avoided a direct hit from the thermal missile and was hurled two dozen yards, falling to the street and crashing through a plate glass display window and two shelves of food and produce.

Largely unharmed thanks to her vibranium armor she climbed to her feet, cracked her neck, and strode out onto the street once more, rallying her Orochi while the city shook and the sky burned under the power of Rafael's strikes.

@akira_overdrive@rafael_romeiro@decayingrose@raven_@the_shogun

Time Siphon paused and cocked her head slightly, something was amiss. What is that? She turned her gaze from the monster to the city of Tokyo and saw it, a bright light heading in their direction at unfortunate velocities. Too fast to kill it, too powerful to stasis it, small enough to avoid if I move now. She watched in horror as huge portions of the city vaporized under the beam's presence as it raced towards her position and the monster. Why?? Because they can. So can you. You should have already, what are these people to you, a bunch of ants. She shook her head, trying to clear the dark thoughts from her mind as she watched tens of thousands of temporal lines end abruptly. Save them! There was that voice again, the one that was always there pushing her to do good, it was almost naive sometimes. At worst it was a gentle nudge of guilt, but more often than not it was a competing voice in the distance background of her mind that urged her to be better than she was. What do you want me to do? I can't save these people, they're already dead!

Give them your gift.

Time Siphon swiftly flew up into the air, avoiding the overpowering beam. She was certain her armor could have absorbed the blast, but it would have been destroyed in the process. The gift is expensive, something has to pay the price...it costs more at this level than I have to give. She looked around frantically, her eyes darting from place to place in an attempt to find a temporal strand long enough. They lingered on the point of impact where the monster was. The monster's line wasn't long enough. It needed to be longer, something that would last until the last days of the planet Earth. Something like... Her eyes fell on distant Mount Fuji. Be a hero. That voice again. Time Siphon snarled in frustration and took off like a rocket for the mountain.

She reached her destination within moments and landed on its summit. She closed her eyes and placed one hand on the stone of the mountain and focused until she saw its temporal line. Such a long line, a powerful meal for certain. Time Siphon reached out for it and felt it with her mind, slowly wrapping it closer to her form until at last Raeyn could feel the mountain's temporal energies begin to flow into her. Draining something so long lived and so old at the same time was a chore, a serious chore that took every ounce of her focus. For several long minutes the world was entirely unaware of the struggle that took place ontop of the iconic mountain, but at last the stone began to give. First the mountain started to shrink and wither away as if eroding before the very eyes of the world, then without warning, it was gone, simply gone. One of the most iconic mountains in the world had been consumed and at the center of the carnage floated the oldest Time Siphon, most powerful of all her race. Memory shards fell into place and new levels of power flowed through her mind.

First she remembered power, unimaginable power. She reached out beyond the city and the mountain, out beyond the planet itself and touched the temporal line of the sun and its three closest planets. TAKE IT! For a moment, the fate of a solar system hung in the balance...until the last memory shard snapped into place and the voice spoke again, this time it was recognizable, she knew finally where it came from. It was the voice of a six year old girl. You promised to take care of them like you meant to do with me. Her eyes snapped open and her heart sank as the source of her ever lasting guilt was finally revealed. She let go of the temporal lines she had taken hold of and hovered for a moment, gripped in a deep personal loathing that reached to the bottom of her soul and threatened to consume all that she was. The little girl in her mind offered a smile. It's ok Raeyn. I forgave you the moment it happened. I knew it would happen, I was dying anyway, you knew that. It's ok, just be the hero I know you can be. Let go of what you were and be what you have always had the potential to be.

"I..." She said softly, aloud this time. "I...I'm so sorry..." She said and broke into tears as the memory of that horrible night filled her mind. She sank down to the now flat earth and placed a hand on the ground and reached out to the city of Tokyo and all those severed temporal lines. She touched on every single one of them, every man woman and child that had died in the recent fighting, died when the military fought back ,died when the stadium was sent beneath the waves, died when the energy beam swept out through Tokyo to the monster in its bay and she took hold of them all. The Gift of the Time Siphon was a rare thing, a power that all well fed Time Siphons had...the power to restore time instead of take it. The buildings and structures of Tokyo remained out of her grasp, that would have taken too much energy, but the people...Temporal energy flooded out from her body and through the streets of Tokyo. There was so much of it as to be visible, a white, almost blinding light that arched and danced through ruined streets and fallen buildings and sought out the dead and the dying. It wrapped ashes, bodies and the dying alike in white glowing warmth. For all their evil, Time Siphons were capable of just as much good, if not more. Raeyn felt memory shards release from her memory pane as powers were stripped away with every passing moment. Her memories, everything she had gained since Paris, were falling away, sacrificed for the people of Tokyo. The little girl faded from mental view with a smile and the vague sense of infinite guilt returned. The power to consume whole worlds vanished, then the power to consume cities and monsters was gone. Soon after, temporal stasis and extended manipulation vanished.

In the place of those powers were people, tens of thousands of them restored to life in the ruins of a once great city. Most were confused, the moments of their death lingered in their minds, but here they were alive and well. For some their bodies reconstituted from ash, for others wounds sealed shut and blood was restored to newly beating hearts. Finally the last of the dead was restored and Raeyn closed her eyes, deeply weakened and shaking on the flat ground. She remembered restoring everyone with the Gift of the Time Siphon, but so much was gone, like the reason she had done it in the first place. Time Siphon had been a virtual goddess for seconds, but for once she gave up power rather than take it...now she couldn't remember why. All the people of Tokyo had been restored, but not the fighters, they remained dead, the vengeful snub of an angry goddess.