The Coastal Clash: Battle For The Southern Peninsula [Iceland Conflict Event Mission]

Apparently, despite Stefan having used enough strength to rather easily disable those as strong as high ranking Gotei Thirteen members, the human James had somehow been able to not only survive what the Vizard had done to him, but also stand back up and prepare his own assault in this horribly lopsided battle. This garnered at least a small amount of attention from the Monsuta King again, enough to at least acknowledge the human as being somewhat capable. When the "needles" he summoned launched at Stefan, there was barely a reaction. It seemed as if the attack had landed successfully on the Vizard, with not even a slight attempt at preventing such from happening. However, something was clearly wrong about this picture....despite hitting him directly, the needles were unable to pierce his skin on even a molecular level. Stefan's base durability, without even a small amount of spiritual interception, had completely negated the effectiveness of the needles, instead causing them to break and dissipate as though they had hit steel. Such was the capability of the Vizard's natural durability, though this would hardly be James' main concern in a few mere moments.

When the human began speaking, saying Stefan had underestimated him and that the Vizard would fail, he turned around to face this antagonistic fighter. Underestimated? No...if there's one thing that could be said about Stefan, it was that he was extremely adept at discerning the capabilities of other fighters. He had not underestimated James in any sense of the word. However, Stefan Soan was only interested in a true challenge, someone that could fight toe to toe with him, and he had determined this was not something James was capable of. He didn't want to have to use real force to put this man down, but apparently that's what he wanted. So, despite the maniacal laughter, that is exactly what the Vizard would be willing to do.

Stefan watched as the human from the Vanguard organization standing in front of him released his power, shedding his previous appearance for a darker, more armored one. His general aura, appearance, weapons, and stature were now more nefarious in nature, however this fact didn't cause Stefan to falter or be intimidated. He had faced much worse than this over the years, and would not be forced back by an appearance change alone. Deciding to humor James, Stefan was ready to use far more power than he had previously...a power to teach the human exactly what he was dealing with. He was going to show him what he was actually capable of, because for some odd reason Stefan saw a bit of tenacity in him he had only seen on a few other individuals over centuries of his life. Tenacity that almost reminded him of the Soan name. While there were some bad eggs in the family, those who weren't capable of ever being what Stefan saw as strong or useful, such as Damien, this mere boy currently daring to challenge him was more reminiscent of himself and Mifune. So for all intents and purposes, Stefan was going to, from here on out, go hard.

When the human neared and tried attacking him, Stefan reacted with inhuman speed James' eyes wouldn't likely be able to keep up. Ducking down, the Vizard used the back of one of his palms to hit the bottom of James' hand swinging the completely black sword, which also served to knock his entire arm away due to the sheer force of Stefan's movements. As he did this, he cocked back his right fist, and then like a sledgehammer brought it forward directly into the left side of his torso. The massive power behind this punch would be able to completely shatter the left side of James' rib cage, breaking apart various ribs and likely causing not only internal bleeding, but likely damage to his left lung. This was just from the pressure of the hit, as most of the force was used to completely dismantle the man's armor covering the entire left side of his chest. This armor wouldn't just crack and break, much of it would very likely be eradicated and pulverized into dust. Stefan hit James in this specific area to cause as much internal and surface damage as possible, as well as make it extraordinarily difficult for him to breathe and act at all. Massive, severe bruising would also appear on his skin due to the internal bleeding. If this blow landed, James likely would be stuck standing still, trying to get air into his lungs, unable to move much at all without causing even more damage and bleeding to his own body. This would open Stefan up to commence his next sequence of attacks.

After stepping back about five feet from James, Stefan reached over to his hip and withdrew his Zanpakutō from it's sheath. Holding it in front of him horizontally with the blade tip pointing left, he placed his right hand at the top of the hilt under the crossguard, and his left hand directly beneath it. This stance made it very clear Stefan was about to go on the offensive. Launching from his position in a flash, the Vizard swung his sword directly across the chest of the man with force that made his early attacks seem like child's play. This extremely powerful slash would tear through and shatter even more of his armor, completely eviscerating it. However....instead of cutting straight through him and bifurcating the man, it was as if he had been hit by a blunt object instead of a blade. This was true, as Stefan had swung his Zanpakutō in a reverse position, hitting with the flat side due to not wanting to, at least on purpose, kill him. So instead of cutting through him, this attack would sweep him off his feet completely and be enough to send him flying for many, many football-field lengths. However, before all the force and pressure had enough time to travel through him and thus send him flying, Stefan twisted his entire body from left to right, spinning in a single rotation around his target. Right as he did so, he released the grip his left hand had on his Zanpakutō and instead, with bone-crushing force, elbowed James square in his back.

This blow would have just as much force as the punch from earlier, breaking through his armor and causing massive internal and surface damage yet again to the man's torso. However, what made this combination of attacks so dangerous was the fact that he had moved so quickly in between them that it was as if James had been hit on his chest and back pretty much simultaneously, combining the two separate attacks into a single, powerful blow. All the pressure and momentum that would be released had he been sent flying would instead be forced to stay in his body, which would travel from his mid section through his arms and legs as well. The main result of this would be the destruction of every single square inch of his armor across his entire body frame. Not only that, but James would feel pain unlike ever before from his toes to his fingers to his head, dwarfing that which he felt when releasing his power earlier. After all this, James likely would drop to the ground, unable to stand back up...his entire body had been assaulted in an instant.

Backing away from James for the second time, Stefan placed his Zanpakutō back into it's sheath hanging from his left hip, and decided to say a few words to his very-likely-defeated foe. "Stay down or the next time I drop you, it'll be for the last time in your life. If you somehow survive and crawl away to whatever hole you came from, get stronger. Get better. Get smarter. Then, and only then, come back and show me what you got." As he said this, a massive explosion occurred far above his head in the sky. Looking up, Stefan saw what appeared to be an aircraft be destroyed by something or someone now rapidly careening towards the battlefield. Whatever it was, it possessed a massive amount of spiritual energy, reminding him of his own level of power. When it connected with the ground, it created a huge crater and it was as if a bomb had gone off. Stefan wasn't shaken, but he knew whoever this was, they were far stronger than all of his previous opponents he had faced on this day.

Standing amid the ruins he had just created, this new fighter was releasing huge amounts of spiritual pressure and energy, eviscerating the area around him. Proving he wasn't just some brainless beast by speaking, the new combatant revealed his intentions, why he was there, and that apparently he was some sort of ally of the human who was now likely laying face down in the dirt. Suddenly a massive grin spread across Stefan's face, and his entire stance changed to one of excitement. Apparently, this new arrival made him very, very happy. "Holy shit, is it my birthday? Finally, someone that seems fucking strong! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. You want a fight? I WANT A FIGHT! LET'S FUCKING DO IT!" As he said this, his body released a massive burst of spiritual pressure that countered and matched what Radio had previously unleashed. The earth began to shake even more, and this battlefield very quickly came alive again as the two forces met. It was very clear this place was about to experience of clash of power it had never seen before.

Radioactive didn't much care for jumping in the middle of fights in the slightest. It was why he would allow James and Stefan's little conflict to brew on as it did. This was done for two reasons: the first was to gauge the strength of his enemy. While the second -- was to gauge the strength of his ally. If they were going to operate on the same team, he needed someone capable and strong by his side. And, this isn't talking purely in the physical or energy sense, either.

No.

Radioactive needed someone strong in soul, spirit and determination to be his partner. Hence, it is for those reasons why he wanted to see what the human could do when pitted against an absolute menace of an opponent. Of course The Shark Beast wouldn't allow him to die if he could prevent it, but he needed to see what GUTS the man was made of. If a soul is strong enough, their determination can even defy the gods and that was the path this Nuclear Hulk was fixing to set The Nerdy Scientist on.

Ergo, whatever happened to James during their scarp would set the scales for how their relationship would go. For now, he would just set his focus his sights on Stefan by the time he started addressing and calling him out. Neither his target or comrade seemed to interact too much with The Shark Beast, so there honestly wasn't anything else other to do then -- FIGHT!

Thus, a razor grin cut itself across Radioactive's face and he was thrilled to oblige Stefan Soan in, what would probably be, the most intense battle he'd encounter on this god forsaken island.

Wait a sec -- island....?

... GOD DAMMIT ....

WHAT IS IT WITH THESE PEOPLE AND FIGHTING ON ISLANDS?!

DIDN'T THEY HAVE BETTER PLACES TO FIGHT!?

CHAOS ISLAND, JAPAN, AUSTRALIA; IT'S ALWAYS SOME GOD FORSAKEN ISLAND WHERE THESE INCIDENTS OCCUR

...

Ugh.

That was irrelevant.

Better channel that rage into punching the snot out of this green gremlin looking guy.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! NOW OPEN UP AND SAY "AHHH", BIRTHDAY-BOY!"

Charging like a mad man, the Nuclear Hulk would bee-line it straight towards the wicked swordsman. If anything got in his way? His nuclear power would eradicate it. Kido, energy attacks, bullets; everything would prove to melt and burn in the wake of the monster shark's burning soul. Therefore, with so much energy being produced, he transferred that power into his limbs and utilized it in order to deliver a fast and powerful strike straight to the face of Stefan Soan.

PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH!

Four heavy punches were meant to be delivered across his face; two from each fist! They were intended to flatten everything within a four hundred meter radius, crush the Soan under the dense force of THe Nuclear Hulk's hellish physical might and rip a new asshole into this chapter of the fight and get the male on his guard. If he wanted something to make his spirit scream "HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH!" -- then RADIOACTIVE HAD THAT PRODUCT IN SPADES!

So, to ride this bull and grab it by the horns, Radioactive would motion his leg upwards and deliver an explosive strike from his kneecap straight to the chin of The Jelly-Haired Vizard. In turn, even if it didn't hurt, the sheer force form this attack would cause a dazzling golden explosion to erupt for roughly one hundred meters in every direction.

Should it hit -- then Stefan may need to see a dentist; as clearly his entire jaw would be in more than a little bit of pain. Stabbing sensations would riddle his skull and he'd probably even be quite dazed from taking such a heavy strike head first. It would be equivalent to standing in the middle of train tracks, running straight towards a freight-train at full speed and getting your ass knocked fine into the dirt as a bloody spat of roadkill. Yeah. That's how intense this shit was.

Digressing, he'd hope the techie-weirdo-who-looks-like-a-chick would have sense enough to prep up his defenses and get his house in order. Otherwise, that entire deck was going to crash, burn and be sent straight to hell with the storm Radioactive was cooking in the kitchen.

For, if all else failed, Radioactive was going to end this with an explosive stomp. Summoning, summoning, summoning and SUMMONING MORE STRENGTH; this word repeated itself over and over in his mind until he finally let everything brewing within himself go, laughed and stomped the earth in order to unleash an explosive burst of power across the lands.

A tidal wave of carnage would spread for five hundred meters in every direction and huge chunks of earth, metal, dead bodies and probably a few mack-hover-trucks were sent hurdling in the air. There were seismic quakes in the ground, huge chunks of carters opened up in the world, explosive waves of light shot into the atmosphere and it was soon turning everything outside the protected dome city into an absolute-fucking-wasteland.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Maybe he let the trigger go off a little to hard to start things, but who fucking cared? This was a war and death, destruction and assloads of collateral damage were to be expected. He just hoped both of these males would know what to do with all of this raw power being thrown around without a single fuck to be given on the end of Radioactive's care meter.

"I never fucking got why all of these brawls always take place on these god forsaken islands. Can't they think of somewhere else to resolve these frigging wars? It's getting to be a pain in the ass every time there is a good fight....IT'S ALWAYS ON SOMETHING SO SMALL! ARGH!"

Even if he was in the middle of being attacked, Radioactive would vent, scream and then take off like a bat straight towards the heavens in order to have more space to wreck shit. Hopefully, each of his foes would follow suit as well. Since, with what he did, there probably would be nothing but smoke, ash, craters and dead bodies galore across the landscape.

So -- let's make it an aerial date-fight!

A blunder. His left arm went hurtling back unexpectedly, causing James' reflexes to kick in, forming a barrier of what little mana this form could muster. Regardless of how quick to respond he was, he still was too slow. A little too late. The man burst his fist into James' side, crushing his ribs and adding to the already excruciating pain of this transformation. His eyes would water, if the armor weren't already peeling the skin off of those as well. It became so impossibly hard to breathe that James simply gasped shortly, his lungs trying their hardest to gather what little oxygen they could in a frantic manner. Despite this, he did not die. Even as the pain from being struck set in, and the lack of oxygen paid it's toll it seemed he was being supplemented somehow... Like something was driving him to survive...

The armor had cracked... Was it absorbing the blows for him? If so, why and how could it take the force, and still cast magic? A thud slammed into his chest, although the blow was lessened only mildly by the invisible mana barrier James had shaped around himself less than a second ago in response to the first blow. It wasn't possible to fight something this fast... but something urged him.. Something inside told him he needed to fight back. But there was no fighting this... This man was something like a god! As the next blow crashed into his back, his mana turned into a gooey slop, though still invisible. He shattered even that, knocking the wind clean out of James' body, and breaking all of the bones in his ribs.

The armor was in shambles. James could feel his power fading from him quickly... His eyes drooped, and began to close. This was the end. All he had worked for was naught. In this moment, all James could think of was Carine. He closed his eyes, and a single bloodied tear ran down his face. He fell unconscious.

Almost like a parasite, the Armor took over. The embodiment of James' mana itself. Broken and in shambles, it's host having met the same fate, it crafted a manifesto, one that could force oxygen into his lungs. "Manifesto... Aeris... essss..." The armor spoke, seemingly independent of James, a hissing in it's raspy voice as it cast the spell, filling James' bloodstream with the oxygen his blood needed to keep him alive. The Armor would then control the vast amounts of mana in James' bloodstream due to the surgical placement of his engrams which forced mana into him at set intervals. On the outside, the man lay still on the floor, as though dead. But what the Armor was doing was enough to sustain him, at least for the moment.

It maintained as much focus as James was capable of, taking advantage of the spell he had used previously to squeeze even a bit more focus, if only to cast his next spell simultaneously with all of the life support it was doing.

Black figures rose from the ground, all adorned in the same manner of armor as now supported James. If ever there was a time to summon the Armada it would be now. He would lift James' head, and open his mouth to speak. A rattling, hissing sound would come from his lips rather than speech. "Heeeeeeeal...." The three of them surrounded him, all simultaneously holding their hands out toward the bloodied mess on the floor as Radioactive made his mad rush toward Stefan. All of them were entirely focused on James. "Duo-Manifesto Vita Es!" They would all speak, each firing off a purple beam of light in James' direction. It would soon exhaust their magic, but the three of them together was enough to heal a major wound such as the one James had sustained easily. Then, when they'd serve their purpose, the Armor would allow them free reign.

Duo-Manifesto:

But something different was happening here. Something very different. Rather than James' wounds healing... The armor itself was repairing! James' body was still very much being torn down and peeled away.. The armor was healing itself... repairing itself... Soon it rose, James' body being little more than a skeleton within the armor, it's frame more black and ominous than before. Standing in the midst of the Armada, it would look to see the battle going on with Radioactive.

As blows were launched, massive amounts of energy were released into the air. One in particular was enough to have brutally harmed James, had he still been conscious. Now it was mostly the armor.

WEEEEEEEEAK... It thought, holding up one hand, and enforcing the area around itself with a barrier, as it's helper knights stood closer for cover from the onslaught occurring above. Though there was little mana left, the armor merely had to survive long enough to absorb the very last bit of James' being. Then it would be more than powerful enough to fight these fools. It stood still, not moving nor attacking, but remaining on it's guard.