A PARADISE AWAY FROM HOME.
Ages ago, humanity left Earth for the stars. Eventually, they found a paradise: Eden. And on that paradise were the Juins. In time, the colonization of Eden by humanity lead to a war between humans a Juins. In the end, the Juins lost. Hundreds of years later, Juins are secluded on their own continent and humans make up the majority of Eden's population. But over the past few years, strange occurrences were noticed all over the world. People were seen flying in the skies.
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Well, so much for downtime.
It seemed like just as soon as Soranna and the others made their way out of the portal, they were already being attacked. Granted, a bunch of powered people popping into existence on a rooftop in the middle of a city being attacked by a bunch of raving marauders with axes and swords and the ability to fly would of course capture the attention of someone, she just hoped it took a bit longer before energy attacks were being thrown their way.
Thankfully, the android took care of the first attack, but there was still a bunch of others heading directly for them, and fast. Soranna couldn't sense ki, not via any traditional means, but through the Renzani Stone, she could get more of a muddled sense on just how strong people were versus the more precise methods other used. And even from that vague sense, she got the feeling that the burly and heavily armored individuals that flew toward them at breakneck speeds were a lot stronger than the ones she and Vaska encountered at the start of the invasion.
"These guys are stronger than before!" That was all the Brench was able to get out before a very spikey woman came down right where she once stood with a massive club. Renzani ki wrapped around her, Soranna took to the air with a single leap as the concrete shattered and caved where she once was. And in the split second between the attack and the dodge, one of the other barbarians began to unleash a ki blast toward her.
She was barely able to generate a shield in front of her to keep herself from being shot out of the sky. As the energy began to wash over her and push her back, the former thief tapped into the well of power contained within her stone and mustered up enough ki to strengthen her shield to the point of being able to overpower and push back the encroaching attack right back into its creator.
As the alien man was staggered, Soranna turned the enveloped ki around her body into a solid formation of a crude fist--it looked like one of those cartoon hands a three year old would draw on a stick figure to be precise--and flew directly into the warrior. The collision bathed the rooftop in a blue and purple light before she followed up with a solid axehandle strike to the man's head and helmet, the force of which sent him hurtling down toward the streets below.
The man was only dazed from the strike, but would be out of it for the time being. That still left the club wielding lady, who took advantage of Soranna's distraction to pounce and strike her in the shoulder blades from behind and using superior leverage to drive the Brench into and through the roof into the building maintenance room below.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that getting punched in the face while your spinal cord was used to fracture and sever things it had no right to be trying to destroy in the first place. If they did, they're either crazy or a jerk. Regardless, the sensation of becoming a high speed battering ram wasn't all that comfortable, even with the surge of Renzani ki flowing through and reinforcing her body. The Kagzran woman used the leverage of her mace to keep Soranna's arms pinned in place and continued to hammer away at her face.
A handful of the strikes, the Brench woman managed to worm her head around and avoid, but the bulk of them, she simply had to suck up and take with the hope that at the very least that she'd be in a better tactical position as soon as the invading woman shifted her position. Whenever that happened, of course.
Granted, it probably would be sooner or later now that there was a glowing teenager coming to her rescue.
"My hero!" is probably what she would've shouted had her wrists not been shoved into her throat by a heavy, spiked bludgeoning device. The Barbarian woman could barely turn her head at the arrival of the teenage swordsmen came down with his weapon with the clear aim of cutting this Kagzran woman's head off.
And getting blood in Soranna's mouth, of course! Jackass!
Her eyes wide with damn near nothing she could do in the situation, the Brench thief looked in on dramatic suspense as the sword came down on the woman' s neck, doing....absolutely nothing. At most, the force of the strike caused the woman's chain mail to dig into her flesh enough to draw some blood. All in all, not enough force to take her head.
Once the realization washed over the woman that her head was not going to roll along the floor any time soon, she chuckled and laughed; her Rage spraying from her mouth as if it were saliva. "Nice try!" And with that roar, the Kagzran woman unleashed a massive wave of ki toward the glowing teenager, with the aim of blowing him away.
That act just so happened to provide Soranna with the opening she needed to shift her weight and roll out from under the warrior. And in one fluid motion, she arc'd upward and mule kicked the woman in the side of the head just as she unleashed her ki attack, sending her following the course of her attack through the hole in the wall it no doubt would create in its wake.
"Kid, I hope you moved out the way of that blast!"
Trying to save her and getting burned to a crisp would've been a bad look for him, after all.
As the Kagzran began to fling arcs of her corrosive energy, Soranna hesitated. Through the entities within the ring, she was able to get a vague sense of the power behind the ki attacks, and the power she felt scared her. The casual bursts were far more powerful than what she expected for the effort that seemed to be given in their creation, and it took her off guard.
Block you baffoon!
The voice rang within the Brench woman's head--she flinched of course--and then tensed as she drew Renzani ki from the stone and pushed it out of her body to create a haphazard construct of a haggard and misshapen shield to protect herself from the assault. Her protection in place, Soranna braced for impact while her companion made effective use of speed and agility to dodge the assault. It immediately became clear why he did what he did when the Kagzran's attack punched clear through her shield as if it were nothing.
And it took far more ki than necessary to make up for the former thief's lack of reaction time in this instance to shove her body to the side in order to avoid a likely death right then and there. She just barely got out of the way, sustaining a a very damaging scorch mark along her torso and thigh, tearing through the materials of her clothing and leaving an intense burn on her leg and stomach.
She'd live, but it hurt like a bitch!
Unfortunately, she had several more of the powerful arcs heading her way. And with defense not being an option, she followed the example of the teenager, utilizing speed and agility to bob and weave around the attacks in an effort to get closer to the barbarian that the two were combating. And then, the kid did.... well, she couldn't really explain it.
All Soranna knew was that there was some sort of annoying noise, and then the barbarian woman showed signs of discomfort and then began to fly toward the teen, seemingly against her own will. Soranna stopped as she watched the kid basically summon their opponent right into his sword. the blade entered her with comforting and almost disturbing ease.
Opting to take advantage of the situation, she mustered up her ki into two solid masses, shaping them into comical, cartoony fists, both of which were then sent toward the woman to come at her from her sides, crushing her under their force while she rested on the teen's blade.
But it didn't work.
Not because the attack fizzled out, but because getting stabbed in the stomach wasn't enough to stop the crazy lady! With no more effort than throwing her arms out to her sides, the Kagzran woman halted Soranna's attack and began to laugh, crimson ki and her own blood spewing from her mouth as she did so.
"Good effort," The woman stated as she spit, or damn near threw up, a significant amount of blood to the floor, "This might be useful though." And right then, Soranna's constructs began to flicker before being seemingly absorbed into the Kagzran woman, the blue and purple toned ki of the Renzani stone mingling with the exotic, almost neon red Rage, dancing around her body in unison.
As the tri-colored ki sprang to life around the woman, she blasted it outward in a massive, all consuming, yet harmless wave through the whole room, bathing Soranna and the teen both in the light. Confused, Soranna attempted to focus, as if to reclaim the own power that she used, but it was to no avail.
And then the energy solidified into a ball, not only drawing from the Kagzran woman, but what energy Soranna was also actively generating.
'I think I'm going to borrow this." And then, the fringes of the ball began to pulse, ripping through the plaster and concrete of the floor they were on, threatening the foundations.
STOP USING YOUR POWER NOW!
By time Soranna could hear the voice, it was already too late. The Kagzran woman had already utilized the Renzani ki she hijacked to turn the construct inward on the three of them in some sort of makeshift pressurized dome that began to fill with Rage.
A split second later, everyone's stomach was in their throats.
or at least, that's what it felt like as Soranna's stolen power was used to punch the makeshift ball through countless floors of the building at high velocity, suspending the three in freefall as the barbarian's blood--she was still on the sword after all (and the movement probably wasn't doing her organs any favors)--and pure corrosive ki floated around, making the bubble a very hostile trap for all of them.
And then, with yet another laugh, the woman pulled herself off of the blade, once again using the hijacked Renzani ki. "This is going to hurt, I'm sure. I'm not staying for it." Leaving Soranna and the teen trapped in the ball of death, the Kagzran woman freed herself from the bubble and took flight just mere moments before the deadly construct collided with the building lobby, exploding with barbarian and Soranna's own energy with enough force that the entire structure rumbled with damaging force several stories up.
While the cacophony and insanity of the Kagzran horde raged on above ground, there was a similar sense of dread two and a half stories below the skyscrapers and footsteps, buried beneath asphalt and concrete. As scores of people attempted to huddle inside of the sprawling, winding paths of the of Peltraea's subway system, their momentary and relative safety was disrupted by a series of explosions from the subway tunnel. A few seconds later, the remnants of a train car tumbled out into the opening, causing a stir among the survivors of the Kagzran attack that sought refuge.
A flutter of some sort of blue energy and a faint trail of crimson came into view immediately following the car, followed by what could only be described as some sort of rippling distortion in the air that headed into the tunnel proper. Whatever the distortion was, it immediately came into contact with a multitude of arcs of electricity, and was promptly snuffed out of existence. "Run all you want. I can do this a lot longer than you."
Through the haze of energy and plumes of detritus, the Kagzran Inquisitor came into full view of hundreds of people. As one would expect for such a situation, plenty of people pulled out their phones and began to record footage as the A'Liot woman casually walking through the wreckage. After all, what else was there to do other than document the occasion? If Shala were in the tunnels, there was the possibility that other Kagzran were as well. And where would these people go? To the surface? That was certain death at this rate.
At the very least, she had no intentions of striking out against these individuals. Now, should they die during the conflict, so be it. But she had other things to concern herself with. "Just step away, Avaria, blue women are my favorite. Encountering your kind on this backwater side of the galaxy is quite rare, and I'd much rather keep you around. Leave the monk and I'll make sure no one kills you."
"I'm not going anywhere!" The apparent Avaria boomed as she stood in front of a heavily injured robed man. The Avaria began to summon her energy once more, dousing her body in what could only be described as blue wisps of energy that seemingly distorted the air and atmosphere around her.
"Valzaria, what are you doing?" The monk cried, tugging on his current protector in an effort to get her to start moving.
"I'm saving your life!"
"Preparing to die is more like it." The blue manifestation of energy grew quite large and immediately flashed with a green spark of energy before shooting forward, redshifting in flight as it headed toward the Inquisitor. Shala paused and smirked as she stared down the attack, and simply reached out and pointed at it with her index finger; her intent was to poke the attack and destroy it without any harm coming to herself.
Unfortunately for her, she misunderstood the nature of the energy and was immediately engulfed by it prior to it exploding. The resulting concussive force, along with the massive explosion on the surface, damaged a significant portion of the subway tunnel, causing it to collapse and bury Shala under several tons of debris.
The Avaria woman--Valzaria--took that as her cue, and took off running further down the tunnel with the monk in an effort to escape.
Bemused, Shala ripped herself free from the pile after about half a minute, and simply began to chuckle. "You can run all you want, Avaria, but you can't keep that monk and the Font from me forever."
She could hear the sounds of the Kagzran woman, taunting her after her attempts at putting her down were laughed off. Common sense told Valzaria to take the monk and keep running, try to get as far away as she possibly could and create some significant distance. She couldn't allow allow the Font to fall into the wrong hands.
But common sense was defeated by the sounds of the battle that raged on overhead coming down to meet her. A casual glance behind her lead the Avaria to see a massive mountain of a man--an Arcuul, the people on this planet seemed to call them--tackling the barbarian woman. A flutter of speed told her that someone else was joining the fray as well.
And then, not even a moment later, a mechanical man came down from above, opting against fighting Shala and coming to her aid instead. "Thanks," she exclaimed, taking what moment provided by the intervention to actually catch her breath; it seemed like an eternity since the last time she did.
"Which one of you is the woman named Keya?" the Android asked, and before she could respond, her companion monk answered in her stead.
"Lady Keya is elsewhere," The monk chimed, "We thought it best to split up. We knew the Kagzran would come for us eventually, and being away from each other meant that we had a greater chance of keeping the Font away from them."
"Yeah, funny how that turned out." Valzara glance back at the others battling Shala; her training told her to stay and fight, but her duty told her to flee. "Let's get out of here while we still have a chance."
"Agreed." The machine man stated prior to the three of them taking flight and hightailing it out of the subway tunnels as fast as possible.
The A'Liot chuckled as the mountain of a man moved into her line of sight, very clearly attempting to block her from her true objective. The other Kagzran would be writhing in anger at this point, brimming with hatred over the fact that someone dared to not only stand in their way, but not already be dead. Shala on the other hand, she really didn't care less. One man, two men, none of it really mattered to her.
In the end, they'd all be dead.
"You think I care how many people you have with you? You're dead all the sa---" Shala was interrupted by the dark furred man unleashing some sort of indiscernible attack that blasted toward her like a rocket. She didn't have enough time to actually figure out what the hell it was, but it was still plenty of enough time to actually react.
Her sword was snatched off of her hip and held out in front of her body with both hands, acting as a makeshift shield during the collision. The force behind the impact caused her to move backward a significant distance, her feet digging a trench through concrete and severing the steel of the tracks as she was thrust back. Most people would've been concerned by the sudden turn of events; the last time she fought this planets warriors, she managed to defeat them with nary an effort, and now they're unleashing flurries of attacks. To be fair, the Inquisitor hadn't encountered this man before, but still.
And as she prepared to counter the attack, someone else appeared behind her and struck her in the back of the head. The strike didn't hurt nearly as much as it caught her by surprise, and of course, she dropped her focus on the initial mass she was resisting.
A matter of seconds later, she, and the massive chunk of debris disappeared down the subway tunnel. The sound of an impact and the bellowing of dust followed not too long after that.
And then, just like that, the mass came flying back, in chunks. The woman wasn't aiming at anything or anyone specifically as she parted the dust obscuring her sight, she was just showing off the fact that she was relatively unscathed. Scuffed up and a gash across her forehead, but she enjoyed that part.
Even as the blood dripped into her right eye and down her lips.
Shala's body radiated with teal colored ki as she casually floated back into few, eyeing the man who attacked her from behind while splitting her focus to her initial furball attack. It was around this time that she noticed that the Avaria, and the Font along with her, fleeing from the tunnels. And as much as she wanted to enjoy killing these two in front of her, she did have something to do.
Losing the Font was not that thing.
"Let's continue this upstairs," she said with a smirk as her left hand began to be pumped full of ki. A few seconds later, she unleashed her Zenon-Sha. The ki blast wasn't aimed at the two warriors, but toward the streets above, carving away steel, soil, concrete, and asphalt with little effort, threatening to crush and bury any civilians nearby along the way.
She then went topside, utilizing a sudden surge of ki flooding into her body for a boost of speed so potent, she practically vanished from sight. Even with her skill, it still took two uses of Flash Steps to get to the surface through the hole she created, and in the position to spot the Android and the Avaria fleeing the scene.
And curious enough, there was a....skeleton in her line of sight?
Odd. Though she'd been to many places in the galaxy, her experience with magic or seemingly magical entities wasn't that vast, but she chalked up the walking sack of bones to being sort sort of magical incarnation. She shrugged though, he was in her way and he was already dead--or looked it--so she went about her business.
Shala's ki boomed once more as she unleashed yet another Zenon-Sha down the street in the form of a massive, jagged, arcing wave of ki.
The Hero Force Android and the Sikai Kishin weren't going to get away with the Font, that much was for sure.
Obliterating a pile of bones was just a bonus.
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