A battle on top of the world

Demonica felt the hand clap down with suprising strenght, and had shifted seeing the other four make their way around. needless too say she had quickly rotated over the one which was vice-gripping her with a astounding firmness , it was without saying though, the next movement which really had moved with a serene grace.

This took place just about around when the ones where closing in; demonica just having landed with a near vanishing burst of speed in the leg the foe was holding picked the foe up and smashed her into each and every assailant like a rag doll, before kicking off, near seconds after- it was rather suprising as the foes would find out as the body hit the foe with bone shattering force.

Next demonica landed spinning on her hands like a top her barrier thrumming to knock claymore after claymore away. Of course demonica shrewdly gripped one and popping her clutch as gym-nists so fondly call it, she had done a kick stand swinging the blade to parry one of the brethren blades flipping to catch the hand between her toes now she had parried the second blade kick flipping it and within seconds catching the same blade in her mouth to parry the last before flip stomping on the useless rag-a-muffin which was holding her she had now flipped hundreds of feet into the air, and her muscles literally bulging she had consuming a gran rey cero's worth of energy threw the claymore straight into the rock, embedding it with sickening fissure like cracks, next she landed the useless probably dead drug along foe thingy having smashed and drove the claymore farther in, literally causing the whole summit up to 1000feet down to shatter with glacial foreboding cracks and shatters as the worlds tallest mountain got a 8th of a mile smaller.

It seems as though the fatal blows would finally take their tolls upon the poor clone before she could successfully complete her task of holding the demon back. Her eyes drifted slowly down as she slipped into darkness, and the last thing she felt was the grip of her feet slipping across the stone as it left her. And then she was gone. As the poor ragdoll was thrown into the oncoming brigade of clones, she would suddenly disappear in a flash of bluish energy as the physical became ethereal; something into nothingness. And so she would not play part as a weapon to be used against her comrades. The four simultaneous attacks against Demonica would continued unhaltered, but the speed she displayed was absolutely shocking. Colors and lines blurred with the environment as she moved at high speeds, and Fantasia could just barely make out the incoming sweep of her foot as it struck out at the first of the Claymores lined up near each other.

In a display of awe-inspiring skill, the two-handed heavy metal weapon was jolted out of her grip with ease, and caught inside the vortex created by the demon's spin move. That sword would make a once-around and come speeding back to bat away the remaining three blades of the exact same make without a single issue, causing all of Fantasia to stumble back a couple steps, eliciting cries of surprise from all of them. Flurries of wind surrounded the troop from the sheer velocity of the maneuver; that fast. Still maintaining such a heightened momentum, Demonica would blast off into the skies above and Fantasia would be milliseconds behind noticing her new location—a dull black dot in the bitter chilled skies above. It was not long before she got the gist of things and knocked some sense into herself, leaping backwards into the air and taking flight. "Get back!" she shouted, and the clones had just begun to move.

But then the meteor of a projectile that was Fantasia's Claymore found its way impacting into the tip of the peak with prodigious force. The peak was splintered into massive shards, and both debris and stone particles clouded the area around the crash, joining the snow storm in its gale. They were all blasted with the detritus from the aftermath of this colossal attack, which they blocked by crossing their arms in front of their faces. When all was done, the four were floating in disorganized locations, above the now-destroyed summit of the great mountain, and dared glance up toward the perpetrator of this chaos. She hadn't moved, but now that they were all in the air it was easier to see her clearly, and she appeared different to Fantasia. They saw her in a new light as far as power went—this was going to be difficult... but this is why Fantasia had trained so long. This is why she had strove so far; to defeat the evil that would harm her and the ones she loved... just as the Hollows had done to her family.

Demonica was not the only powerful one here: Fantasia's four images would suddenly blur as they shot in different directions at speeds greater than what the naked eye could make out prominently. Their forms weaved in unpredictable patterns as they drew closer to their quarry, the glimmer of their hefty silver blades trailing behind them as they readied to strike. But there was a prevarication about their patterns, as they took their time to actually close in on the target. It seemed like at one point they were simply circumventing Demonica, keeping in front of her. And then, unseen, a fifth appeared outside of her vision, and the only indication that her Claymore would come smashing down on Demonica's head was the slight whisper of the metal cutting through the air. And this time, Fantasia would not be holding back now, and so this time, it would not be so easy for the demon to simply perform an entire dance routine before she could react.

All the while, the four duplicates that remaining a ways away and below fifty or so feet, would now launch themselves with thundering speed toward the woman for the follow-up. When sneak attack was executed, they would be there to continue the sequence, each launching a stabbing or slashing attack from a different angle each. Neither did they slacken their speed or strength as they threw their attacks at Demonica, so even though she was quite powerful, this had already been taken into account and made up for. Five on one were tough odds, and as time blew past the ratio would only get worse. Time was on Fantasia's side: The longer battles played out, the greater chances moved toward the human's favor. Especially given the passive ability that each clone possessed, the Diffusal Aura. Each second had the clones stealing Demonica's power, and the more clones there were, the faster her energy would dwindle down. It was small now, but it would still be noticed among the demon's attacks. Each blow she threw would seem to take a little more energy to carry out than normal.

The question was, would it even last long, or would the demon surprise her yet again?

Demonica watched as many of one foe where flitting about in the air, it was quite amazing actually how they seemed to keep their distance after a little display such as that. Though it seemed to be normal for someone who erred in judgement to react with general caution. Of course, demonica was still wary her senses alert and ready.

Now, though she did pick up something, the ever so slight whisper of steel moving through the air, and the current of air seemed to be ever so oriented towards her back. Combining these two things demonica had brought up her tail yes, her chain saw like tail to parry what was a sneak attack to her back, To follow up though the tail had made a slithering grating movement while parring to slip around the blade, while it was still in motion to thrust towards what was some area in the mid section of the foe probably though ; this was just a guess in proportion to where her tail had parried a blow.

This lightning fast strike would happen mere seconds after the parry took place, probably leaving little to no time for comprehending that the attack was coming in the first place. But if this attack had hit, it would have brought a searing spray of blood to demonica's back side. as a whirring saw blade punched a hole in the foe, this is of course only if it hit though.

Demonica now had tensed bringing her elbow back towards the general direction of the parry, and if it hit this attack would smash into the foe's lower rib section and probably other than breaking bones, sent them flying.

The whine of the blade increased with each centimeter it traveled as it hurtled toward the back of Demonica's head. Each millisecond increasing the great force behind the strike, for momentum was building toward the silver edge, and all that force would be released on impact... but with the wrong target. There was a loud bang of metal against dense bone, and a constant rumble coming from the obstruction that had blocked Fantasia's sneak attack. Fast, was the first thing that flitted through the girl's mind, while the second realization came from the fact that she couldn't push her heavy weapon through the obstruction. The claymore had been caught—not parried—by the links of the chainsaw tail that belonged to Demonica. And try as she might, she simply could not contest the strength of the strange weaponized appendage that was pushing back.

This was an uphill battle; this tail was nothing more but dense bone, and yet it alone was holding back Fantasia's bulky sword as she pushed against it with two arms. All she could do is stop the chainsaw from shoving through and destroying her face. Occupied as she was with defending herself, she would not be in the most pleasant of positions to defend herself from the next incoming attack. She saw the demon's body begin to turn and her elbow rushing toward her side with rib-shattering force—this would not be pleasant at all. She needed to escape. She tried floating backwards, but the attack was coming at her too fast... And there would be an impact against cold metal.

Like a guardian angel appearing in Fantasia's time of need, a double of herself stood beside her, bunting back the attack of the demon with the flat of her blade, holding it away with both her arms. The struggle was evident, but all that mattered was she had succeeded in protecting her charge: Herself. This was the second wind of juxtaposition, and a clone had been discharged from the blade as Fantasia had made her second unconnected attack upon her opponent. The real Fantasia, thankful for the timing of the defense, flew with haste away from close quarters. And the four that had been idling in front of Demonica during this time? They now split into two groups of two for the assault, sending in one duo for the first strike; these two would be gyrating their swords in circles around their hands, enhancing their own momentum while simultaneously preventing Demonica from playing the same trick on them as before.

The spiraling blades aimed for either shoulder, intending to saw off the limbs of the being and forever disarm her. After such an attack, whether or not it failed, they were prepared to jet right past the enemy instead of sticking around to let her play around with them. As they would pass, the second group would then blitz toward her legs with the same spinning blade trick—this time horizontal. Aiming for the joints that connected the demon's legs to the torso, they would be trying to dismember those limbs as well, and again, flying right past if they fail or succeed. Fantasia was a learning individual. Demonica would not be able to just keep utilizing the same bag of tricks as before. The same rule applied prior as it was present; the longer the fight persisted, the greater Fantasia's strength grew.

now, for the first two, demonica focused noticing a slight shift in the manner of attack in comparison as last time. So what she did was , moving her arms in a cross x shaped movement, she had intercepted the first of the incoming strikes, two blades aimed towards her arms these where the first to be met with a reverse x block, the blades smashing into demonic barrier with sparks of hissing heat and furious concentration.

As for now demonica as they disengaged slid the movement down literally off centering them, and sending them spinning ground ward as they moved past her stationary form. By now the second group was apon demonica, coming in lower then last time, and as they where timed well yes but not quite as well as they could have been.

Demonica put on a small burst of speed, now extending her palms into a thunderclap-ingly loud impact, sending what now looked like spinning over sized butter knives into the ground as she had using this quick movement flipped near instantly (2-3second gap) Before exicuting a mid air duel v kick at their backs , and at the same time leaning back, so if the attack hit it would give her a kick start into the next flip. If it missed the momentum and weight would still get the job done.

So now demonica landed on all fours skidding but not done what so ever as she had some tricks up her sleeve. As yes naturally she gave chase, like a bullet shot from the barrel of a gun she was off, her muscles coiling and ground shattering in a super sonic burst display of speed. Now, she had kick flipped hopefully pouring on the gas so to speak and gaining on the foe. before coming in low her hands ripping through bed rock while giving a feint to the lower midsection, when in fact her hands had just as this went on giving the opponent hardly any time to register ; brought her arm up in a hammer motion to clap hopefully against the temple of this opponent with a dull boom, and probably a pretty nasty headache.

If she missed demonica landed, quickly skidding as she moved to a crouch ripping through rock and granite ice, you name it, those powerful muscles coiling up for the next strike.

Time always was at it's slowest when a swordmaster's blade was an instant away from clashing with its target. Fantasia, being that swordmaster, experienced this time-lapse often as she combated the she-demon justly known as Demonica. The thrumming of her blades spinning like helicopter blades reverberated through the air, the lightest of pulses hitting her chest. Alongside her cloned partner, she went in for a timed strike against the powerful opponent. As she has shown to be swift as greased lightning, Fantasia watched through her clones' eyes as they viewed her speedy movements while in this state of hyper-awareness. Her arms crossed, interfering with the trajectories of both the initial attacks at the same time, just as they sought their targets. Fantasia did not even attempt to shift her attack, as she had it in her mind that there was no feasible way her mere fingers would be enough to counteract the built up force behind her heavy weapons... and yet astonishingly, she had failed to understand just what power she was dealing with.

The swords banged on the demon's skin with a leaden ding, bouncing right off as if they had swung at a solid block of titanium. Having not even managed to pivot her hands an inch was a disheartening realization, but as had been planned, the pair would not waste any time pushing fruitlessly and disengage from the target. Time resumed to its normal pace for them as they flew past, not allowing the demon to catch one of them lest she wish to be struck by the second assault. Said assault was similar to the first, albeit targeting the female's legs. It was also similar in the fashion that such an attack was rendered futile as Demonica managed to somehow catch the spinning blades at just the right time with her palms, and slam them brutally into the ground. As the second pair of clones came to a skidding halt, they didn't get a chance to disengage while they each felt a sharp rap on their backs while they were still bent low. The bodies crashed into the ground, further degrading the terrain with adjacent craters. Weakened but not out for the count, the two struggled to their fours to find Demonica long gone, chasing after those who tried to escape.

By now there were the two heavily injured clones left behind on the ground, those who composed the second assault. The others, four by count, had all gathered up into the air as opposed the ground, simply floating. There had not been much time at all to prepare for the next phase of the battle, especially now with the demon hurtling towards them with the frenzied speed she was displaying quite consistently. She and all of her clones were being tossed around rag dolls, and it would hardly matter how many of herself she brought out at this point—Demonica outmatched her so heavily that she could handle as many as could fit around her at any point in time. Given the little time she was granted, Fantasia made her rash decision: Time slowed down again, but this time it was not because of her proficient battle-state mind. Rather, her mind delved inward into a deep focus that was hard to parallel. It reached for a door inside of her soul, using just the right key to unlock it, and through the threshold flowed power beyond what a human could ever achieve without the Soul's help. Wind seemed to envelop her, as well as her clones, as Fantasia would finally stop being a panty-waste of a fighter compared to Demonica.

She was almost to her target, a move-set already planned in her mind. What instead would happen, however, was completely different. All four of the Fantasia's in view suddenly flickered out of existence utilizing speed unseen by Demonica, and thus had the element of surprise. All Demonica would see was a blur of shifty black and white colors, milliseconds before the claymore would smash into her chest. Not even a second passed before that blur disappeared and another replaced it from a different angle with a knee to Demonica's right side. And the pattern was repeated as an elbow would fly into her left shoulder, and then a finishing fourth blur would thrust her entire body into the demon with newfound force that even against such a strong defense and armor would send the girl hurtling back down to earth. Now, Demonica's speed was admirable, but now the scales had been switched as Fantasia now displayed similar—if not superior—velocities. That compiled with the fact that there were four of the human and one of the demon, would make it nothing short of cockamamie bogus if she managed to react fast enough to this attack with no prior knowledge to Fantasia's full capabilities. She needed to be four times faster in every aspect altogether.

But enough detailing just how highly improbable it was that Demonica could just worm her way out of this one like she did the last several times; Fantasia was not done. If success was allotted, then there happened to be two specific entities in place to take full advantage of it. The two clones that had previously been smashed into the ground had not been finished off, which was one big mistake. Now feeling rejuvinated by the power of the Eagle Song, they would break their swords out of the snowy stones and shoot off like rockets from their fours, just as Demonica had done only seconds ago herself. As the body of the demon would fly towards them, they would fly towards it with weapons thrust forward, both aiming for the same point between her wings. With all their force behind the tip, they intended nothing more but to persevere right through the thick shell and out the other end, to finally see the color of this creature's blood, before withdrawing their blades and letting her fall down to the broken summit.

Though missing sucked, and was highly unlikely at this point, there was the chance. And with a chance came a different reaction. Fantasia possessed a brain, and she had now long figured out that Demonica seemed to be keen on counterattacks. Each of her attacks were designed either to be short and sweet, so to pull away easily... or they were simply so all-in that a miss would cause them to just keep on moving forward; such was the case with the attempted finisher through the back. Whatever the case, once Fantasia's first set of notes in the Eagle Song drew to a close, the six would move at their heightened speeds to surround Demonica, wherever she might be after all this, like six points to a hexagon. Swords were at the ready, gleaming discreetly amongst the snowfall. Her voice, unbeknownst whether it be a clone or the real Fantasia to the demon, shot out through the blizzard. "We outnumber you, lone demon..."

And suddenly, Fantasia's speech patterns made sense.

now, everything for a second seemed to slow down as the first two blows, hit her back, they where like two sharp knocks, which bounced from her akuma kyodo but, This is why demonica though she was shocked by the speed made a impulsive split second action, which would probably give away that, there was so much more to her then what could be figured out in combat. Which is why she took, three granrey cero's worth of energy and dissolved it, sure she had used energy sparingly before but nothing like this, which is why it was like a turbo burst from hell.

Demonica stayed in one spot but, smashed her hands in the ground in speed which was at the least 10 times faster then previous in this short burst, it was wind ripping and heat blistering speed, which she used in a spin kick, lashing out, as her form was reduced to a single whirl wind producing blur. wind was sucked in like a vacuume and her wings, produced a circular wall of slicing wind from such speeds.

Now, be it a combination of the wind and kicks ,or something else demonica was using a savage amount of explosive strength speed, and a accumilative of things, to generate a absolutely hellish explosion of speed, which is what allowed her to start the spin before the next flurry of attacks came in. Multiple attacks, would onslaught the spinning mass which clipped blades and probably people too with the force of a battering ram.

So, as the final attack came in, the spinning speed would allow demonica's foot to hook around and smash into the blade jarring it off target, though it was not intended, as it was too fast for even demonica to make split second switches, thats just how gut wrenchingly fast it was for her, pulling out of it, she would flip end over end to land with enough force to create a crater in the ground, where she would be in a crouch overcome by a fit of giggles and hiccups.

"..That is sooo gonna not be good for my lactic acid build up.."......

It didn't seem to matter.

Nothing seemed to matter.

Every action Fantasia made was hard countered by Demonica ten times over; and she did it with such laxity and such ease that she just knew there were more tricks up her sleeves. These were the blonde's frustrated thoughts as she witnessed the absolute crumbling of her well-executed attack with one single move. She was planning out her moves, using her advantage of number against the lone demon, utilizing sneak attacks and the element of surprise; but such strategy was clearly proving ineffective. It did not matter, because Demonica was far superior in every factor. It had taken time, but finally she would realize that this battle was lost, and would not even bother transitioning into the Butterfly Dance form she had practiced and perfected in the recent year. It was deja vu all over again... as her past came to haunt her being in this moment of suspended thought. She had been unable to save the lives of her father and her mother, of the innocent Soul Reapers in her neighborhood. The tragic feeling hit her in the gut mercilessly, letting her know that she had once again failed. Now it was time to shift her resources into a flight response, to live to fight another day and enact her goal of ridding the world of people like these, people who slaughtered innocents whimsically...

Droplets of blood sprayed throughout the air as cuts ripped open on every clone's skin, feeling as though magma was searing through their body. The once beautiful while snow was painted red, concentrated mostly around Demonica, but also managing to splash into the frost dozens of meters away with the wind at its back. Fantasia's vision blurred and wisps of black circled around her vision as she was among the four in the initial attack. She forced herself back, trying to find breathing room to concentrate on her new goal of escaping this one-sided fight. She finally broke through, fighting the distracting torrents of wind emanating from both the demon's wings and the natural snow storm around the summit that was once a beautiful spire. She was screaming in pain, as were the rest of her duplicates, until she conclusively warped out of that area with all the speed she had in her. And then she was silent as she hurtled her bleeding form down the side of the mountain, barely skimming the formations of rock that protruded out to try to skewer her.

One eye was shut close while the other was narrowed, enduring agony to stay open and focus on surviving the trip down. All the while she felt her clones, each and every one of them, disappear singly at the hands of Demonica's unrelenting force. When she was finished with her display, there was nothing but Fantasia's blood left to accompany her up there on the broken summit. As for the human herself, her hand began to lose its grip on the sword as she fell closer and closer to the base of the mountain. The world was growing dimmer around her and it was getting hard to control her trajectory well enough to steer away from a fatal collision. And then an unwanted surprise, as the girl didn't spot one obstructive stalagmite fast enough... It was just like the swordmaster's mentality, as suddenly the world slowed to a near halt, the impending spike of stone mere feet away from perforating her face. Also in stunning detail were the snowflakes around her, moving slow enough for her to make out the individual patterns—It was so beautiful.

And then she saw the faces of her mother and father, hand and hand, as clear as day. They spoke not a word to her, but simply gave Fantasia their warm smiles. And just as fast, the flashback was gone.

Energy sprouted out of her back with sensational liveliness, playing the notes of visible light like a harp, the song moving and melodious. It took the form of butterfly wings, brighter than snow in view of the sun, tinted with the light blue that represents Fantasia's Soul Power. With one flap, she pulled up sharply and brushed past the tip of the earthen spear, just barely safely. She then caught herself on a snow bank below with her feet, bending her legs down, and like coils they sprung her forward like a rocket...

Far...

Far...

Far away from this mountain.

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