The Master Of Arms Breaks Her Silence: The Initiative Leader Of The Vanguard Makes Her Prelude To War With A Nuclear Bang! [Iceland Conflict Event]

Bombs away was the phrase of the day. Apparently, according to the reports given on the Vanguard's broadcast system, they were currently active with a war against some of Shadow Fall's worse vermin. Oh bother. This wasn't going to turn out good for anyone! Another world war? Jeez, what a hassle!

But, more importantly, there a more urgent fact arising on the shore of Japan: there was a twenty mile wide hydrogen bomb hurdling their way. From intelligence reports, it seems another one of those bastard Asthavon children managed to screw things up as per usual and fired off a range of explosives at Vanguard bases throughout Earth. Some freaky frozen-haired child from the Iramasha's Elite was suppose to handle the target, but there was still the matter of dealing with the destructive spheres of carnage hurdling their way towards innocent people.

...bah...

...let's do something about this...

Flashing to the shores of Futoami, Japan; there was a mass of Vanguard naval vessels floating on the shimmering blue sea as they prepared to take down whatever almighty attack that seemed to be descending down from the heavens. Many were scared and on edge about it. I mean, who wouldn't be shitting their pants about the potential for a nuclear war? However, as the humming sounds of a chipper woman echoed across the main ship, it appeared that the commander behind this little operation wasn't afraid in the slightest.

Seriously -- why should the Master of Arms be? She had fought in many wars that changed the scales of the planet before and attack of this caliber was -- amateurish -- at best. Yeah, it was going to be a bitch and half dealing with it, but it wasn't anything out of her league. She'd almost assume someone of that level of demon could think of something better to annihilate them with. If it was her brother, yesh, this would be a different story.

But alas -- now wasn't the time to get lost in that sentiment. The cherry eyed Vanguard operative moved her eyes upwards to the sky and smirked. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins and she could feel the excitement of having to go to war once more. With a snap of her fingers, a black scythe emerged in her right hand and she seemed ready for combat. There was a cluster of energy brewing within her soul and it was time to have a little fun if nothing else.

Henceforth, it was time to break the dust off her blade and utter this simple phrase:

"Let's feast, Vody Kosa!"

Upon that incantation, an eruption of azure and silver light filled the area for one hundred meters and blinded everything in a dazzling glow. Taking off like a rocket set for outer space, this woman jetted towards the flying chunk of disaster and prepared her kido spells in order to dispatch of the threat. When the intense burst of illumination faded, a shark-like woman was all that was seen coming out of that luminous streak of energy. Wearing nothing but a black bikini and ocean tinted glasses, a jovial laugh was had from the woman as her pale white and cloud blue hair blew wildly in the breeze.

Grabbing hold of a black scythe with a energized sky blue aura oozing from it's blade, the woman was ready and prepped to deal with this pitiful excuse for nuclear warfare. Using a great explosion of shunpo speed, she pushed her body hard and started tapping the cataclysmic attack every mile or so with her scythe. They would not be aggressive jabs, but gentle love taps. Over and over she would repeat this twenty times until she had reached the end of the dynamic blast.

Then, with a smile, she would utter these words:

"Forbidden Kido, Kūkanten'i Twenty!"

...

There was a mass shaking of the earth for the next four hundred miles as the blast started to destabilize and come apart. In deafening shock waves, chunks of the hydrogen assault started to dissemble and dissipate into nothingness. Again and again it would repeat and a mile of this blast at a time would become vaporized. When the last bit was gone, a burst of light could be seen coming from the sun and that smirk across The Master of Arm's face turned into a shit-eating grin.

Just what the HELL did she do? By combining non-stop shunpo for twenty miles, this woman was able to keep pace with the blast. Once she was in the zone, this crazed sharkie of a shinigami summoned a large quantity of spiritual energy into her scythe. Following that, once it made light contact with the blast, she infused the properties from the Spatial Displacement kido known as "Kūkanten'i " into her zanpukto. After that point, it was only a matter of activating it and paying the piper with a decent sum of her energy brought down from this lunatic move.

Oh, and as for the matter of where she sent it? Haha, well -- isn't it obvious? To the heavens above, she chugged that son of a bitch straight into the son and had the star which gave earth life deal with that menace!

So, there were a lot of things that could of gone wrong, but sometimes fate had a way of just letting things work out. After all, this was far from the worse. Over the dark clouds of Iceland, something far worse than a demon drunk on power was brewing. If that situation wasn't dealt with soon, the whole world could descend in catastrophic warfare akin to World War Three. So, to prevent that from happening, there was no choice but to descend into the eye of the storm.

"Alright! This is Priscilla Yunari of The Initiative branch of The Vanguard. I'm hearing we are receiving potential orders to pullback, so let's try and get our men out of here in one piece, alright!? And if possible, let's take a few baddies with us, men!"

There was a loud cheering heard after this mass-message was issued to all naval Vanguard operatives. It seemed this resonated quite well with the soldiers below her.

With a giggle and a laugh, the woman motioned for a high-speed aerial craft that resembled a jet to come near her. She would land on it, let out a sigh and motion for Iceland. Flying off towards a larger Vanguard docking station in the sky, she would take refuge in it and seek to recover the energy she lost when performing that reckless move. After bit of medical recovery by the Vangaurd's finest medical squad, by the time she'd reach Iceland, Priscilla would be ready to finish the job and get an eye for her potential war enemies!

What a lovely day on the beach, eh? But there was one more thing she was forgetting:

"...oh right. If I'm gonna fight in a war...I need pants. SOLIDER, GET ME MY PANTS!"

And with that charming sentence conclusion, The Master of Arms was off to assist in the pullback objective for Iceland. Her job was to ensure this evacuation went smoothly if that is what the higher-ups in this damned organization wanted. And hell if she wouldn't give it her all!