Sector P [Operation Moon Massacre]

Chloranthy steeled himself as he watched the enemy jump from Nicholas to him. However, with this person's bestial state, he didn't expect them to fire off an energy attack. He was tensed for a physical blow when the orb was fired at him. He did manage to initiate a backwards jump right before the blow it, which reduced the kinetic force of the blow slightly. As he was blown back, Chloranthy dug his feet in the ground, forming small spikes on his feet not unlike those found on cleats in order to slow himself down. He ended up about a dozen or so meters away. The damage wasn't tremendous, but he had still taken a heavy hit. He had to be more careful from now on.

As Nicholas began initiated his counterattack, Chloranthy regenerated what damage had been dealt to him as he began reshaping his legs. He formed them into a vaguely spring-like shape, and then compressed them. Leaning forward, he uncompressed them for a burst of forward momentum. His goal was to send himself rocketing into the enemy in a tackle. Close to impact, he would shift his mass around. He would grow somewhat smaller as he pushed mass into his arms, then splitting them apart. The end result of this would have him some few inches of height and have grown two more arms. He immediately began working on duplicating himself in order to become more dense and have more mass to spare.

If he would miss, he would rotate and slam his legs into the ground. On impact he would use his legs like springs once more in order to redirect his momentum in another attempt to tackle his opponent. If he landed his attack, his arms would immediately attempt to close around the opponent. His body would abandon its humanoid shape and crawl across his opponent in an attempted cocoon, immediately forming sharp edges and spikes and attempting to compress itself into its target.

Vanyel was suprised to see the first enemy attacking with a simple punch. He would quickly respond with slamming his hands on the ground, forcing himself upside down and spinning. This kick would strike the enemy who had just tried to punch him in the face, but they responded with a roundhouse kick, which stopped Vanyel's helicopter kick. How interesting. The person seemed to have claws in their hands. How was he able to see this? By opening the Qiqong in his eyes, and allowing the Dark Chi within him to activate a skill known as "Jiaodian". This would allow him to see things that would normally be restricted to a Human's sight. This would include seeing the claws in the person's hand as he performed his next action.

Vanyel then leaped back, backflipping and landed on his feet. He then would twist his neck and the one closest to him would hear a cracking sound. "God DAMN does that feel better! Fuck cramps!" Vanyel exclaimed, as if it were some random fact. He turned to see what had happened to the other one and saw them...regenerating. Well then. He thought, before drawing a finger to his chin. Hm....how should he take care of this guy? He didn't seem to have reacted to his attack.

His face screwed up when he saw the...thing...charging at him. His lips pursed and he moved out of the way, seeing him stop in his tracks, then try to tackle him again. Once more, he moved. Vanyel was confused by this. Not every day you see some sort of slime thing try to tackle you. "Well then. That was...interesting. But, anyways, back to killing you two fuckers!" Vanyel said, with his face confused at first, but then returned to his psychotic grin and widened eyes.

He would then lick his lips, and he cracked his knuckles. Time to play even more! His grin now went from ear to ear, as he slid his katana back into it's sheath, as well as his dagger, which he stored on his shoulder. He then looked at his hand, before now then noticing that the Chi Ritual that he had cast before was now wearing off. He shrugged and then snapped his fingers. "Now then! It's time to cut loose for a little! Get ready to get completely screwed, bitches!" Vanyel said, before the air force around him began to pick up small rocks and send them flying.

As this happened, Vanyel was laughing. His laughing would not stop. An aura burst out. Out of his body erupted an incredible black and red aura. His eyes turned to a crimson black, while the irises turned red. His clothes went from blue to black, with the white areas of his clothes turning deepening to a crimson red. His white teeth shined within this aura, as he rolled his shoulder. Cracks could be heard from it. He flicked his head back and laughed like a maniac, but...this time, it seemed more demonic. "Oh it feels good to be back in this form! Feels like I just woke up from a good night's rest! I am ready to FUCK this sector UP!" He screamed, before raising his fists. "Now then...which one of you two fuckers are ready to dance with DEATH!" He said, before grinning ever more.

The fight would be even more difficult now, with Vanyel now activating this form of immense power....

Nicholas looked at the target as he seemed to dart around any rocks that were thrown in his direction. He could not help but grin as he stared at the kid he was fighting. damn you really are just a ignorant kid. I have danced with death before. Belive me death is a lot more intimidateing then you are kid. Well she is also looks alot better but that's beside the point. he said with a soft grin. Though in truth he was sizeing the target up. He could tell that the foe had become stronger but he was not sure by how much though. He could not help but slowly survey the suroundings and find ways h e could help the people around him as the panic slowly began to set in as everyone started to run to a possible panic room. Or at the very least that's where he hoped they were going. He knew he had to buy some time for the people to get to safty.

Come on ya little brat. You keep sayin that your not a kid. Come on and prove it already. Attack either of us already. I am actually looking forward to see if you can actually live up to all that pathetic smack talk your doing. He was hoping to get the foe to attack within a fom of rage. Sense in his experience if you fight in a rage your sense of self preservation goes on the fritz. When that happens you leave yourself more and more open as the fight and the rage slowly takes more and more of a hold on you. He was hoping if this was the case with this one it was something he could exploit. If not it was all just a cause for a change up I n strategy. though for the time being his main goal was to distract the one threatning the innocents of the city.

After his second failed attempt, Chloranthy slid to a stop on the ground some meters away from the enemy. He turned back around to face them. This didn't appear to be working. He would much rather a situation in which he could get close enough to his opponent to latch onto him. The situation also looked like it was about to get harder, as the enemy seemed to be powering up, their mind becoming even more wild as they did so. Chloranthy recollected his mass so that he once more had two arms. This process stacking on him duplicating some rendered his body quite a bit more dense, and he had returned to his original size.

Chloranthy tried to think of a new way to deal with the enemy. As he listened to Nicholas taunting the enemy, an idea came to him. I think I know what he's doing, and I think it's a good idea. We can take advantage of his state of mind. Using his legs as springs once more, Chloranthy jumped over to stand closely to the right side of Nicholas. After a few seconds of thinking covered up by some low chuckling, Chloranthy thought of a provoking response. "The man has a point, blabbermouth. Why don't you stop covering us in spit from your babbling and come over here to fight. That is, if you really are not just some little plebeian brat!" As Chloranthy spoke, he rose his body to its maximum stability, ceasing his generation of electricity and instead passively holding the charge he had accumulated. If this plan worked, he needed to be ready to defend himself.

Vanyel could tell what they were planning. And it was completely fuckin' stupid. Trying to provoke him, by saying that he's the one doing all the talking? They really were stupid. He sighed and snapped his fingers again. This time, black chains began to form from behind him, then started to swirl around him. The chains would then burst out spikes from them, causing Vanyel to grin. "Jesus Christ you guys are fucking morons! Just because I'm a GOD DAMN PSYCHO, doesn't mean I'm a mindless retard! You two are the fuckin' cowards, running away! Quit being little PUSSIES hiding behind your empty threats, and FIGHT!" He yelled out, before thrusting his arms outwards, causing the chains to fly forward at them at high speeds.

While this was happening, he would then close his eyes. These dumbasses wanted him to break loose even more? Very well. His tongue ran over his lips, before his eyes shot open again, wider than ever, and his grin was even more insane. Release his most powerful attack? This was a debate. He could finish them off.....possibly even wipe this sector out! The Chi Ritual DID have a large range....and he could trap them with binding them in place with these chains. No....he should keep playing with his prey for now. He ripped his katana from his sheath and then began to chant another ritual. This was not the one that was the most powerful. This was simply a little....add-on. But first....he would cut his palm open, allowing the blood to swirl into the black and crimson energy that was being excreted from his body. "Form all of the lies and deceit ever told into a blade, allowing me to sweep the land clean of all honesty and truth!" He said, before black and red energy would begin to form a sword, just above his Kuro Komo. This sword would remain there, and would only move when he began to attack.

Blade of Deceit:

Vanyel ran his tongue through his teeth when he saw that his Chi Ritual had completed. Excitement rushed through his veins! He leaped forward, slashing left and right, causing the blade that had formed above his sword to mimic the actions he had just done, which would make these series of attacks to be very hard to avoid. He would then draw his dagger and begin to attack with that as well, giving these two a very hard time of avoiding. While all of this happened, the spiked chains would be flying towards them, forcing them to move and lower their options of escape. The chains then retreated back to Vanyel's side, his attack stopping. His grin seemed permanent. He set the katana on his shoulder once more, and he cackled. He craned his neck to the side, hearing a crack. Cracking his neck again, he ran his tongue over his lips and giggled. Oh, the joy that the Wielder of Dark Chi was having! This fight would be so much fun!

Vanyel grinned wider at the two idiots in front of him, awaiting their retarded response.....

Nicholas could not help but laugh as the kid spoke. slowly shaking his head he watched as the attack came closeing in on him. as soon as it got close enough he dashed out of the way though he really did not actually move all that far away from his original spot. he could not help but think of something he could do or at the very least try. Please you speak all loud and apperantly have to scream everything. I can hear just fine kid. you don't have to yell. Is yelling the only way you can speak? He said with a smile as he used his spirit dash to move behind the foe. as soon as he appeared behind him he forced the blades hidden within his arms out and slashed at the targets back in an X motion with both arms using all 6 of his blades. as soon as the attack was done he would stab forward at the foe's midsection.

After his attacks were done he would speed dash away hoping the attacks did something. Though he did not notice the blood on his arm till after the attacks were done. His arm was hit by the attack against him but he did not even seem to notice it. As he noticed it he had already dashed back to where his partner was. As soon as he got there the wound he had just gotten began to heal and after a few moments would look as if it was never there. his claws were still out now and it was clear he had a pretty good idea of the best way to possibly deal with this person. Though he was not positive though sense for now trying to confuse him seemed to be their best bet. Well in anycase at least you monolog better then most I have fought before. I guess that's a plus??

Chloranthy would dodge to the same side as Nicholas, the chain glancing off of him as he did so, causing slight damage. His opponent appeared to be going into a purely physical aggressive response, which was just according to his hopes. After Nicholas's attack on their opponent, Chloranthy would extend his arm to rest it on Nicholas's shoulder. A mouth would be formed on the hand so that he would not be overheard. "I'm going to advance, use me as a shield. Don't be afraid to strike him through me if able." With this said, Chloranthy would go on the offensive.

Chloranthy would compress his legs as springs and once more use them to launch himself forward. Though, this time, it wouldn't be for a tackle. He had already tried that, and his opponent seemed to have no trouble dodging such an attack. He instead stopped a bit before he would hit his opponent in case they would attempt to sidestep it. He had mass to spare, so he formed a strategy based upon that. He would form his fingers into sharp blades. Part of himself would be semi-liquefied and coalesce on the blades, clinging to them. Whenever he would use these claws to attack, the semi-liquefied matter would fly off of it in the direction of his opponent in an attempt to cling to him.

This assault would be initiated as his enemy's onslaught began. He would not try to dodge his enemy's attacks, instead doing the opposite. Whenever his opponent would attempt to strike him, he would shove himself into the attack in an attempt to move himself closer to the opponent. Small pieces of his body would jump towards his opponent while others clung to the blade and potentially their hands, moving more and more of himself onto the opponent's body. If he were to be cut through, he would merge once more and immediately continue his attacking. Whenever he would get close enough, he would attempt to come into contact with his opponent directly in another grapple which would have his body stick and cling to theirs while forming edges and spikes. If he were to be hit by chains, he would grab them and throw them off of himself, or just move his body around them and eject them out of a side other than his front, to immediately once more continue his assault.

Vanyel was purely bored when the X shaped attack came. He sighed and twisted his dagger so that it would catch one of his hands, and then force it back towards his own body. He watched with interest as the strange one would constantly throw itself into his attacks, but, nothing got past him. He saw the claws on his fingers. He saw the liquefied bits heading towards him. Xinfeng activated. His body would flash black and red, before the liquid parts of this thing hit. As they did impact his body, most of the liquid parts would simply slide off him, but only a very few would remain on his body. Vanyel grinned even more and stopped his attack. He then moved back, before examining the strange matter on his body.

He quickly flicked his sword the left, removing any slime from the blade, not that there was much. Most of it would have been cut, regardless if Vanyel was aiming for it. That was Kuro Komo's cutting ability. It could cut near anything so very cleanly. Vanyel slowly reached his gloved hand over to his shoulder, before peeling off some of the goo that was on his shoulder. He then threw it on the Moon's surface. Weird. So very...weird. This person was much more interesting than the other one. Vanyel started to swirl his tongue over his lips, with his eyes becoming more and more wild. "Not bad, strange one. You have quite the freaky body there..." He said, before he then cupped his hands to his side once more.

Boom.

That would be the only thing that could describe what had just happened. Vanyel had fired Yoh again. But this time, it was not aimed at them. It was aimed at the rest of the Sector they were in. He was tired of waiting for these two to drop. He would just destroy it now. Since his Awakening was growing out of control, he would need to be quick. He then gathered Chi within the Qiqong in his chest, before firing a different blast of energy. This one...was Tilian. It would burst outward, covering about 50-200 meters, and causing some heavy damage to the area around him. If either of the two who were his opponents were caught within the blast, it would leave some minor effects on them. The blast would cause them to lose their balance, be partially deaf for a short time, and make them dizzy. Vanyel grinned as his destruction was very, very visible.

He licked his lips, eager to cause even more destruction....

Nicholas could not help but grin as he took note that it was apperant he is not fully paying attention to the surroundings. He had no idea how he noted the attacks he did last time but he slowly shook his head as he stared at the target. In the end it was lucky that the people managed to evacuate before any serious damage was done to the city. In his mind that was a win. He quickly dashed away using his altered speed skill and appeared a few feet behind the target. He was certin that his movements may have been noticed. Though he would not know how sense the target seemed focused upon destruction and his partner. He quickly dashed forwards and attacked with his arm extended to the targets midsection. Soon after he would then slash upwards from left to right towards the back. Soon after the other hand would slash downward from a left to right motion. When that attack was done he would follow it up with a roundhouse kick that would be aimed at the targets head.

With those attacks done his body would dash away as quickly as it appeared behind the foe. He had no idea if this would do anything. Though he figured that if the target was preoccupied with the other 2 things on its mind it would leave a big enough opening for at least one of his attacks to go through possibly before the others would be noticed. He was not entirely sure this would work out all that well but he did know that if he was silent the chance of success would raise. Though he had to figh the urge to throw out a quip to the foe as he attacked though. As soon as it all was done he found one of his eyes looked over to see if his partner was still doing okay.

Chloranthy stood still for a few seconds after have being blasted by Tilan. He ground in his feet and stiffened his body for balance. His opponent had seemingly switched his target to the city around them. The enemy was going to regret having taken his attention off of him. While he was recovering, he pushed more mass into his arms and liquefied the inside of them. A few small holes opened up on the back of his body, sucking in oxygen and building up pressure in his body. He would redirect this air pressure into his arms as well. As soon as the effect of Tilan wore off in a few seconds, Chloranthy would commence yet another attack.

Chloranthy willed his body into its most unstable state. With a mental command, all of the pieces of Chloranthy on or around the enemy would quickly begin to coalesce on their legs and feet, forming a shell around each one. To aid this process, and potentially distract his opponent, Chloranthy would raise his arms directly towards his opponent. He would open up holes in his hands and violently jet out all of the liquefied matter within them right on and slightly around his opponent. Chloranthy would close the distance between him and his enemy as he continued to jet matter upon them. While he would do this, he would consume his own energy to very rapidly cause his body on the opponent to duplicate, covering everything from feet to torso thickly in a matter of seconds. The matter on the enemy's legs would glue each leg to the other in an attempt at entirely negating any attempt at lower movement. As soon as Chloranthy would reach his opponent, his main body would join with the rest of the shell. The entire structure would begin attempting to compress upon the enemy while driving countless spines into their body.