The Horrors We Wreak Jan 23, 2019 2:24:23 GMT -6
Post by Nashi on Jan 23, 2019 2:24:23 GMT -6
For a being with only two years under his figurative belt, Nashi knew a lot about death. One thing that he was also quite knowledgeable on was pain, mostly because he tended to be subject to it. But what he learnt pretty quickly was that pain didn’t matter if you rose above it. It would pass away eventually, and all you needed to do to put it behind you was to just stand up and continue fighting. No matter the odds, no matter the foe. Because, as soon as you give up… you die. And Nashi refused to die again.
There it was: a familiar pain. The one he felt when he fought Mumbo and Virus. The reality was: on some level, a part of him knew he was going to die that day. A part of him knew that he wouldn’t make it, and what did he do? He stood up and kept fighting, until the very end. The last expression on his face before death was defiance. His last words? ‘Blue Bro Ball’. He just wouldn’t give up, as long as he kept getting up.
Forcing his body to move, Nashi rose to his feet.
He looked up to see the demon charging up an attack on her own. He could not sense ki but, given the power of everything else this great beast has done, he knew he could not survive. He knew that it could vaporise him and that there were no means by which he could survive it.
But when had that ever stopped him before?
Well, except that one time.
Never again. He glared up at the beast, determined and defiant. There he stood, a paradox on legs: ready to fight all evil until death, and refusing to die until the all evil had been fought. He saw the attack and stayed his ground; no, more than that. His will to live against the odds brought his power higher, and higher, and higher still!
”No. Not again.” His stare intensified beyond its maximum intensity. ”Never again.”
And yet there it was: an attack much greater than his own, threatening him. What will happen after, he wondered? His friends killed, family also? The whole world, its existence threatened by the will of a redhead.
His only option? He didn’t know if it was even an option at all. The Blue Bro Behemoth had changed, and he didn’t know he could call on it so easily.
Ggherrhh—! A phantom pain struck his back. It felt like it had boiling water poured over it. It was a familiar feeling, a familiar pain: the Cannoli Cannon, a white-hot attack used by Mumbo many times over during the Corruption of Satan City. Due to all of those weak but painful attacks constantly barraging him he subconsciously developed his attack into a way to punish its use, for when Nashi and Mumbo inevitably faced off again.
And, yet? It faded. He used it too many times, as if it was just another tool to use. Much like the senzu beans, their mass-use had lead to them misshaping, and losing that critical edge of effectiveness. It was no longer being used against strong attacks, it was being used against strong attacks, and the subconscious supplied.
The Corruption of Satan City was in the past now. Its scars, for the slightest of moments, behind him. All he had to do was rise to face the new challenge.
Nashi released a scream, his ki almost doubling in size and power.
The Blue Bro Behemoth formed in his hands! The spear sharper than any other, and bluer than anything else before it!
[SIG] Blue Bro Behemoth summoned, with 299,298PL behind it!
Like cavalry against a formation of shields, the Blue Crush smashed against Nashi’s diagonally-held shield! The light blinding, Nashi and his spear were continually pushed back, and back, and further back, until—
Ramen’s [UV2] Blue Crush and Nashi’s [SIG] Blue Bro Behemoth clash! [UV2] Blue Crush wins, with 301,203PL headed towards Nashi!
With a blast beyond compare the Blue Blue Behemoth broke, brilliantly bisected. The blast barreled onwards, straight towards a shocked Nashi. He flew back,
bouncing across the top of the Lookout,
before landing, spread out and motionless.
All of that for nothing, eh?
And he was motionless, until he wasn’t.
With quivering movements, Nashi struggled to push himself off the ground. By sheer determination he sat up; quite a feat, given the slipperiness of his blood around him. A familiar pain indeed.
The attack had hit his torso primarily. It had blasted straight through his armour, and had burnt much of the flesh below it! Much of his torso's skin was dyed red, and it was a deep redness which now permeated through much of his clothing. And yet, despite all of that, there he was.
Battle Armor used, increasing defensive PL from 180,300 to 240,400! Total damage: 125%!
His eyelids felt like they could fall off. His skin felt like it was melting off. His muscles screamed at him to fall, and sleep, and die, and yet?
Nashi got back up again, his stance shaky and yet unmoveable.
”’Blue Crush’? Really? Were you even trying? That isn’t alliterative at all, and it doesn’t even sound cool! For shame.”
... Wasn’t there something else I had to say?
”Oh, also, you’re going to have to try harder than that!”