Mollug Masks Collab
Participants:
YsFanatic
(Kana)
Snackofthefuture
(Sakujo)
Lazaro1505
(Yamcha)
Location: Castellan, Nortestra. Behind the Nortestra Lines, Third Ward Ruins.
The sound of heavy foot falls comes from a nearby side street and a heavy shadow clings over it. After a moment, a group of Mollug solders wearing white masks come charging at far beyond human speed down the street in the direction of the cathedral. However, they suddenly come to a stop and line up in perfect formation. A masked woman, wearing a dark hooded cloak, floats along behind them and seems to be source of the shadow.
There is a moment of silence as the masked soldiers face Kana and Sakujo.
Then the speak in perfect unison, their combined monotones resounding across the demolished neighborhood.
"Kana. The Young Goddess. A plain and unassuming woman whose true form is that of a violent and merciless destroyer." The masked soldiers ready their weapons in synchronicity,
"Wanted for murder, disorderly conduct, conspiracy against The High Council, False iconship, and theft of Mollug government property."
The masked woman points a spear at the goddess, as the masks proclaim in unison,
"Surrender yourself and your life will be spared." There is another moment, then they add almost as an afterthought,
"Swordsman, assist in her capture and the 100,000 gold bounty will be awarded to you."
More heavy foot falls sound from the side street and beleaguered Nostresan soldiers, also wearing masks, come stumbling to join the masked Mollug soldiers. These newly arrived soldiers seem exhausted and on the verge of collapse, yet compelled to continue beyond their physical limits.
Her guardian had started to follow Greymourne with her holding onto it when the goddess suddenly found her route cut off by a large group of masked people. There is a flicker of surprise at the mention of a bounty on her, but then Kana's eyes narrow as she examines the Masks. Something about them felt off, but it was not like any magic she knew. With them being from Mollug going by the colors most of them wore, she had a feeling it was something vile and cruel. Unfortunately there wasn't time to try to figure out what exactly was going on with them and with her current state the best she could offer was a swift death to end any suffering they may be experiencing.
Thankfully she was already in contact with the guardian, allowing her to instantly merge with it in a flash of divine light. The light almost instantly went away, revealing Kana now with blood red hair and decked out in armor. Dozens of black, barbed blades appeared around her and shot out, impaling numerous Masks before another wave appeared and launched themselves at more of the enemy troops. Despite her calm expression, she knew that the odds were very much against her, if the battle didn't end in the next few moments she would likely end up dead.
Nearby, Yamcha has left the cathedra by the time the beam struck the large metallic creature in the sky, reasoning for this was that he was getting a bit impatient considering that all this fighting and action was going on outside, while Yamcha was still stuck inside having a formal conversation with the others about cooking recipes and parties, well, the last one was mostly for a team... but still, Yamcha decided to go out and stretch his legs before heading back to the cathedra, maybe punch someone in the face if they turn out to be hostile. Unfortunately for him, nothing seems to be happening much here as well, like the world was telling him that he should go sit down and relax a bit, well, he does value a well-rest before going out to what appears to be his longest journey yet, maybe even longer than all that time he spent adventuring with the young Goku.
"Jeez, this place is a bit too quite for my own liking, even in a middle of a large war, guess they are too busy somewhere else to be over here. Maybe I could come across a looter or two away from the main group and test out my skills on them.... this world probably has some strong fighters just by looks alone." And as Yamcha continued to think to himself about where he may go, he then heard sounds of a gathering of people nearby, maybe he could actually find something interesting nearby. So, with the thought of facing off against some new foes on his mind, he then jogged in straight ahead down the streets and alleyways to where he thought he heard some people talking off into the distance... and for once in his life, his curiosity paid off, as he perked behind a building corner, and saw some scary looking folk in dark colored cloaks and colorless masks.
Of course, there seemed to be some group of innocent people always on the receiving end of the 'bad guys' blades, which were two people who looked like they could hold their own in a fight, and while he couldn't hear what those baddies were saying considering he was a bit too far to hear clearly, and wasn't good enough to read blank mask, he continued on watching for a couple of more seconds, waiting for them to make the first move. Although, when looking around at his surrounding surprisingly, it looks like he was back to the cathedral already.... was this fate telling him that good things come to those who wait?
Sakujo stood near Greymourne on the route to the battlefield, his position relatively near to the commander His hand was on his katana and his energy pistol already armed. The Nortestran woman seemed like a rather determined commander and Sakujo found himself admiring that aspect of her. Though he did chuckle at her condemnation of all the summoned. The situation did indeed look grim with all the various events going on around the walls and perimeter defences. But Sakujo was not one to be put off by grim situations and merely strode on, sparring at range occasionally with masked warriors who emerged from the enemy lines. Sakujo shot them down with no mercy, felling soldier after soldier with ruthless agression.
A woman appeared suddenly to Greymourne, from behind the Nortestran lines, claiming to be of the summoned line, naming herself Kana. Sakujo glanced at her from behind a piece of rubble, glancing once or twice at Greymourne, who seemed to accept the newcomer as summoned rather quickly. From which summoning she was from, Sakujo wished to know. Buildings lay in pieces all around them, magic artillery and more conventional explosives having been used enmasse in the war. It was sort of reminiscent of trench warfare with storm troopers on every side. Sakujo chuckled at the comparison to the ancient infantry of a rival empire of his old dimension.
Sakujo noticed the woman who claimed to join them, was beautiful If nothing else, that fact backed up her claim in Sakujos eyes. She was ordinary sort of, but in a way that highlighted how in place everything was. She had a perfect face to Sakujo. Sakujo shook his head and wondered at his chances with her before shaking his head slightly He then turned back to Greymourne, who accepted the woman and her guardian into the unit. Sakujo shrugged and extended a hand to Kana, blushing slightly and not hiding his enthusiasm for meeting her. "Good to meet you Kana, I am named Sakujo Honomura, it is truly a pleasure."
Sakujo paused for a moment, before suddenly firing a shot into one of the nearby buildings, a masked figure stumbling, falling out of the window to the street below. Others began to emerge from the building as more explosions echoed throughout the battlefield. Sakujo fired off several more shots before smiling at Kana and ducking back into cover. The samurai checked his ammo, before switching out his energy magazine. He holstered his pistol, now wielding the energy katana.
Then into the battlefield, the vanguard of the masked force arrived, along with many of the stealth and ambush units that had been popping up on the feed for Sakujo. Soldiers had been whispering of the masked warriors of Mollug, the dark magics used to turn their comrades agaisnt each other. It was truly a frightful power the mollugs were showing off here, sowing dismay and chaos within the Nortestran ranks. Staccato magic fire rumbled overhead and some exploded nearby, sending rubble and pieces of the buildings they hit flying.
A group of Mollug warriors appeared claiming a bounty for Kanas head. Sakujo snarled at them and fired several shots in response to their invitation to turn on Kana, felling two of the masked soldiers. The future samurai pulled himself into cover behind an overturned cart and tossed a smoke grenade and a frag at Mollugs. After Sakujo got behind cover, Kana suddenly fused with her guardian, merging with it in a flash of light. Standing before Skaujo then was an entirely new woman with red hair and barbed, spiky black armor. She was still beautiful, just in a more pronounced and aggressive way.
Right before all this went down, Greymourne conveniently decided to run off, leaving Yamcha, Sakujo and Kana to deal with the masked warriors.
The Mollugs leaped away from the thrown grenades but some weren't very lucky, being caught in the explosion, others dying to the Nortestran ranged troops. It was then at this point that Sakujo noticed Yamcha, feeling a strong connection to the strangely dressed obvious foreigner. Sakujo waved at the man who looked like a martial artist and some sort of bandit.
The masked soldiers stagger as they are impaled by the dark barbed blades slump, blood gushing from their mouths and the vicious injuries that the attack had opened. Horrifically this does not stop them - despite the lethal attack the slain masked soldiers break into a shuffling charge at the nearest enemy.
Kana is fortunate to dodge to the side as the first of the fatally wounded masked soldiers almost reaches her. A second later it explodes in an inferno of destructive magic that would have harmed or even killed her had she been caught in it. The few charred remains of the masked soldier, all sign of the mask gone, collapses inert.
It is only a moment's reprieve as the other fatally wounded masked soldiers pursue Kana and Sakujo. When they close to melee they explode in an inferno of destructive magic.
There was simply too many of them, blades alone was not going to suffice, especially with the time limit she was dealing with. As much as she hated to use the ability, Kana had no choice but to draw upon her power to manipulate poison, a thick purple fog emenating from her even as the blades continued to shoot out. However the blades now were aimed to pierce through the feet and legs of the enemy to pin them in place long enough for the poison to kill them.
The cloud of deadly poison continued to spread from Kana, but the goddess made sure that it didn't get too close to the sword wielding man and the martial artist helping her as she didn't want them to become paralyzed or die. However despite the lethality of the poison cloud spreading to the nearby buildings and streets, the situation was still extremely bad with how many enemies there were and the power of each one. In her sealed form she couldn't hope to fight off one, much less an entire unit of them, which meant she had to push herself to her limit and then hope for the best.
And that limit came all too soon, only about 20 seconds after she had assumed her goddess form Kana felt a second ache in her body and soul before her vision grew dim. The last thing the goddess saw as she fell to the ground was her divine power separating from her body to form the guardian again and the cloud of poison become still and start to settle over and round her. The guardian stood protectively over her still form, ready to defend her once the poison cloud cleared.
Well, judging from what Yamcha was currently seeing, it seemed that the fight has began to take start now, as the Samurai looking dude, his current nickname for the individual started his fight by using a sort of pistol to shoot a couple of the current foes Yamcha may be facing against in a couple of minutes, watching the Samurai dude fight with deadly accuracy, shooting down a coie of soldiers that dared be in his sights, even taking out some sort of fragmentation device and throwing it amongst their ranks, blowing up a couple of them. It was when Yamcha also noticed that some others went to join in the fight as well, possibly the guards of this city that Yamcha decided to protect along with a few others, and those explosiona across the street, man, it was looking like a real battle now, and Yamcha couldn't help but give out his signature smirk, finally gonna test to see if he could provide any real aid here.
Oh, and also that Samurai dude noticed him, to which Yamcha proceeded to look at Sakujo, and taking a closer look, it seems that he also has a cool sword inside of a sheath, just like Yamcha's own Azure Dragon Sword, although it appears more of Japanese origin than his curved blade. The Samurai dude also gave him a wave in Yamcha's direction, to which Yamcha could only smirk at this, and give a thumbs up back at the man, before turning to face the enemy army.
Best to take out one of the stronger ones first before going after the weaker ones, as Yamcha dashed forth from his cover, and charged straight at a masked Mollug soldier, excitement gleaming from Yamcha's eyes as he finally took his first steps into combating a new foe from another world.
Dodging a sword slash meant for Yamcha's throat, Yamcha quickly responded back by delivering his own blows to the masked man, first was to launch a palm strike directly into the Man's stomach, knocking out all the air out of the man's stomach and giving Yamcha enough time to follow up his attack, now punching at his opponent over key points which would make it much easier to knock out a normal human being, such as the throat or directly into their head, although it seemed that this man was actually more durable than the average person, but eventually they all had to fall. Yamcha finished off his combo, by pushing the masked man back with a palm strike to the mask, slightly cracking under his strike, and then Yamcha going back a few steps, before charging forth with a sudden burst of speed, and jumped into the air, his feet aimed directly at the head of the man, his kinetic energy helping carry him across the air, and transfer all of the kinetic energy into the face of the Masked Man, launching the now unconscious individual a couple of feet away, as Yamcha thankfully managed to use a flip to realign himself mid-air, and land onto his feet.
"That was much more effort than I thought I needed to use... but I'm just getting started, so don't you think that's all I can do." Yamcha said out loud to no one in particular, taking a sort of combat pose on the street, his hands now shaped into a claw like shape, his right foot first, with his right arm and hand slightly into the air, while his left leg was kept back, and his left hand was directly next to his chest. Two basic Mollug troops charged forth, one with sword in hand and the other a spear; going to take advantage of Yamcha's 'dumb' choice of poising in the middle of battle, and honestly, that would have been the truth, if they were much stronger and faster than the average man. Honestly, it was like seeing sloths running straight at him, and Yamcha took this moment to look around the field for any potential threats that would arise when facing those two, to which Yamcha noted a couple of bowmen... but for now, they seem mostly distracted, which gave Yamcha enough time to deal with these two punks.
Jumping into the air to dodge a spear strike meant for him, Yamcha then pushed down his entire body using both the kinetic energy gravity provided him, as well as extending his own legs to pin the spear to the ground, before Yamcha sent a clawed fist to the unprotected face of the spear user, making them stumble back with rather little amount of force, Yamcha now jumping off the dropped spear, the sword user narrowly slicing the spot Yamcha was diagonally a few seconds later. Might as well practice his sword skills as well, as Yamcha unsheathed his Azure Dragon Sword out from its place, the curved sword reflecting the sunlight on its shiny metallic blade. Raising the blade to block the Mollug soldier's sword, he countered by kneeing the man in the stomach, before knocking him away with a two tap move, first was by hitting him in the face with the pommel of the sword, then making a small jump into the air and kicking his opponent in the chest, knocking the man away and hopefully teaching him a lesson.
A tremor runs through the masked soldier as Yamcha knocks him unconscious, cracking his mask and sending him rolling back in a heap. Somehow, impossibly, the still clearly unconscious soldier crawls back to his feet. No weapon in his hand he charges at Yamcha, arms hanging limb at it's side, only to explode in an inferno of destructive magic as he nears the martial artists. Fortunately for Yamcha's agile fighting style allows him to dodge the clumsy suicide attack...but still it likely brings back unpleasant memories of being grappled by a saibaman.
In the midst of the combat raging all around the city block, Sakujo scanned the are for Greymourne, making sure the commander was alright, then realizing she had sped off from the skirmish he found himself in. He then nodded his head before turning back to the present hand situation. Sakujo would rejoin her later once the situation had been dealt with. He cut down a charging soldier with a quick disarming slash, sending the man spinning off dead into an explosion. Sakujo fired two shots and parried an axe blade, looping it and pulling it from the grasp of its bearer. Sakujo then shoved his blade into the gut of the soldier, then wrenching it from his belly with a sickening shlick sound. Blood poured heavily from the wound and the masked soldier fell to his knees with a smile, before surprise, surprise, he exploded.
Sakujo braced against the explosion and felt his shields flicker for a moment. Then after several more moments, the gauge in Sakujos filled back up and his shields were full once more. Blood dripped off of Sakujo's armor and face and he looked devilish in the rain. He then shook his head, blood and rain water spattering off him. He looked back at Yamcha and Kana and saw they were doing alright for the most part. Yamcha was using some form of martial arts to combat each enemy he ran into and Kanas barbed blades were piercing into enemy soldiers that got too close.
The thick cloud of lethal poison wrecked havoc on the living muscle of the masked soldiers...yet the pushed forward. Paralyzed flesh ripped and tore as construct implants forced the masked soldiers onward into the poisonous miasma. Metal rods and screwed burst from mortal flesh. To the simple intelligence of the mask constructs, pain was just another sensory input but to the powerless yet still aware host soldiers it was incredible agony. Dozens died from the poison yet still awkwardly clashing with the guardian and encircled the unconscious goddess. Finally one of them managed to scoop her up and quickly withdrew through the cloud of miasma. The other masked soldiers immediately closed on the guardian and erupted in an inferno of destructive magic.
Reaching the edge of the miasma, the dead masked soldier - metal visible through torn flesh - handed the unconscious goddess to another masked soldier who withdrew into the troop. She was passed on several times, one snapping glowing manacles on her wrists, until being thrown over the shoulder of the Mask Maker. The entire troop of masked soldiers then began an immediate withdraw, sprinting away from the cathedral neighborhood and parallel to the front lines. The Masked Maker floated along in the midst of them, raising a sphere of pure darkness over the area to cover their retreat.
Far away, a woman chained to a wall clapped her hands together. The young goddess! Her handiworks had managed to obtain the young goddess! Oh! This was more than she dared hoped for. Pretty much any summoned would have made her happy but this one was...special. She had a very special mask design in mind for this divine subject. This made all the sacrifices worth it...but they'd have to get her prize back here. That would be a challenge. She didn't know how she'd bear it if her new subject was taken from her.
