This all belongs to me now.[Open DE/Saga]

It had taken all of one minute for the entire situation to dissolve into utter chaos.

One moment Amara had been staring down the ghostly visage of a Namekian, fully intent on keeping her promise to Kitiana and halting the specter from getting the revenge he so desired. Her plan - quit a simple one really - of nuke him with her strongest ability straight back to Hell was interrupted by the thunderous arrival of the one demon she wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Why here, why now? Cruel fate conspired against her, and the Devil appeared nonetheless. Sensoa in all his malefic glory descended from on high, taking control of the battlefield and attention with the sheer magnitude of his power alone. And of course, he menacingly walked forward slowly while delivering an epic speech.

"Haven't gotten laid in a while actually." ...That was the first thing to come out of Amara's mouth in response to one of the most powerful beings currently alive saying he was here to kill her. "Didn't you mum ever teach you manners, or did you kill her for edgy demonic reasons that 'you wouldn't get'?" The bravado would perhaps be unexpected to Sensoa, for last time Amara had shown proper caution when dealing with him - fear, even. The haze of golden energy surrounding her warped that line of thought, exchanging careful movements with ones of passion and in-the-moment thinking. "I guess you knew she was alive given the complete lack of shock?"

After all, this whole murder-rampage was set off by the supposed 'death' of Kitiana at the hands of Oboe. Yet here she was alive and well, getting protected by Amara of all people yet the first thing he says is 'time to die'. How... sad. How narrow his fixation was now. Coldly, she turned her shoulder on the Demon - instead returning her focus to the ghost. "Don't think I've forgotten about you." She growled, aura sparking dangerously. Mollusc for his part starting saying things in return. "'My hunting rules?'" Amara said slowly. "Yet Tarch..." The kid she played video-games with. The teenager. He was dead, by Sensoa's hand. A small twist of guilt buried itself like a dagger into the Saiyaness. "...Tarch is dead. Here you are proclaiming to act for good, yet you'd rather fight one who wasn't murdered at all rather than one to kill a child? Aren't you supposed to be a 'hero'?"

He powered up. Amara wasn't sure by how much given the lack of sensing or her scouter - but she damn well knew that he wouldn't hold a candle to Sensoa. Possibly even her. "...I won't run. Not now, at least." There was a good chance that Sensoa would just stop her from doing so. "You should, though. Unless you're eager to get sent back to Hell that is. I don't know how strong you are but I can say with certainty that you can't defeat Sensoa. Even if I decided to help you, that is." And then, miraculously, the fool sealed his fate by charging straight towards Kitiana and attempting to kill her in one blow. Surely he wasn't stupid enough to think this had even the slightest chance of working? With a burst of energy, the Saiyan intercepted the attack - right as it circled overhead Amara simply took it within her own Ki-infused palm and crushed it.

Her armor smoked, torn apart from containing that much energy as a small lance of pain raced through her arm - but she ignored it. Shaking off the smoking remains of Mollusc's attempt, Amara simply stared at him. "You can deny it all you wish, but that was a coward's act at its finest. You've signed your death warrant, fool, and not by my hand but by his." She pointed directly at Sensoa. "And then? I may also die. At least I have chance to see you get utterly obliterated though." Relaxing a tad, she was confident that Mollusc's end would come swift by the Demon's hand - watching on in silence as she waited. ...Only then for a procession of people to suddenly flood the battlefield, Kitiana's castle merrily building away in the backdrop as four newcomers came out of the blue. Or, red, in the case.

Amara kept a poker face as she craned her neck to look up at the source of the sudden music, disbelief growing as she heard the familiar accent. There was only one guy this side of the galaxy with speech like that, and his name was. Mumbo. Watching on in amusement as the Majin appeared, striking poses where no mortal has posed before, the rage which had initially triggered Amara's own Super Saiyan had faded to the background. Cupping a hand around her mouth, she shouted to her boss: "Nobody really. Just blasting this ghost back to Hell... and then maybe this Demon too. The big one, not this one." The last part was accompanied by her pointing to the skeletal hulking frame of Sensoa. "The whoosh?" She said, nose crinkling. "You mean Super Saiyan ya big gumball. And yes, I can do it now. Actually, she helped me get it, in a way." A gesture towards Kitiana revealed the Demoness as the source of Amara's trigger.

Catching the coin easily, she looked it front to back - slightly confused. The Saiyan was aware that magic was heavily involved, but this looked like a plain ol' coin with a yellow star etched into it. "Right, I'll uh, do that later then. Kind of in the middle of a battle. I appreciate it though! Does this mean I'm official for real?" Amara turned, hand outstretched to eventually intercept the green coin for someone named 'Bamboo' as she continued on. The green coin was intercepted by the sudden arrival of a girl who very much indeed looked pretty green to her - hair and everything. Amara let her finish the green intro before speaking to her out of respect for the code in place. "Yeah I'm yellow. You look pretty green yourself." ...This situation had truly turned rather ridiculous rather quickly. 

Another girl, this one much more normal-looking save for the jagged aura, followed closely behind Bamboo. "Jr.?" Amara asked, rubbing her chin. "Last I checked Red was taken by that Heran, Dosu." And boy howdy did this lady look red. Red hair, red aura, the whole nine yards. It was pretty lucky that yellow was open for Amara, given that Super Saiyans didn't really have a choice of what hair color they got. "Nice intro." Amara flashed her a thumbs up, trying her best to be encouraging. "Don't worry about being perfect. Heck I still aren't and I'm now officially the yellow goon, so, maybe we can practice together later." Did Jr. Goons hang out with the big Goons? Or was she called her for the purpose of bailing Amara's ass out of the fire too and there was some other process they went through? As far as she could tell, Mumbo didn't have Amara go through any junior things first before now just tossing her the inauguration coin.

And then came one of her closer friends in the group, Stargoon Orange herself. "Door hinge." Amara said suddenly. "It's not very cool but it rhymes, don't even try to change my mind on that." Blinking, Amara cleared her throat as the parade of Goons was finally over. "Punch the ghost. Maybe the big Demon if he's intent on murdering me or something. Not the smaller but still important Demon." If possible, Amara would take a moment to speak lowly to Kitiana. "Look on the brightside, everyone else forgot the castle even exists so you pretty much get it built confirmed now." This had gone from her trying to create a castle, to a spar between her and Amara, to a death-fight with Mollusc, to an execution with Sensoa, to a whatever-the-fuck it was now with the arrival of most of the other Stargoons.

How many... How many times would this happen? How many times would she have to explain herself to this fucking wannabe Namekian? Every. God. Damned. Word. Every single one of those words he spewed boiled her blood. He tried to speak of matters he had no control over, tried to speak to her as if he controlled this situation... As if this was HIS realm. The fucking idiot. He honestly thought himself capable of killing her... Despite that Amara and Sensoa were standing right here, in front of him. Face to face with the greatest threat to existence, and he chose to attack her. A fucking coward. That was all he was... That was all ANY Namekian was. When placed face to face with a threat far greater than anything, they would choose to attack her instead. By all accounts she was the weakest one here in terms of sheer power, yet she was the biggest threat?

Words could not describe the sheer insanity that overtook all Namekians it seemed. "So I was wrong..." She said as Mollusc threw himself at her with his attack. Kitiana didn't even flinch, her head looked downwards with her hair drooping in front of her. This... This was the final straw. Mollusc didn't understand his place. "I told you, scum, You have come to the realm of a demon. This is my home, all who come here with murderous intent will die." Her head looked up just as Amara appeared in front of her, Kitiana's face only half visible from behind her for the Namekian "All who come to my home with murderous intent. Will die." She was tired of this, and to top it all off more and more individuals began to show up. The final one was Ashi, Good. She wanted her to see this.



"I do this not because any here deserve it, but because you are filled with a madness that can only be cured with death Mollusc." She cared not if any of the Star Goons paid attention to what she was about to do except Amara and Ashi, otherwise this was for Mollusc. Sensoa began his speech before readying himself to obliterate Mollusc, Good. The bracelet once more formed across her arm, her left arm rising as the appendages shot outwards as if she were firing her signature attack. However, nothing gathered... Rather, energy sparked between the five different appendages, and though subtle if one paid close enough attention they'd realize where that energy was coming from... Because it wasn't Kitiana. No it was drawing power from this very realm, The Realm of Demons... Her Home. "You wished to see my full power, right Amara? Though you will not feel it directly pay close attention and witness the heights that I now reach and understand that my growth is exponential." Purple flames erupted from the bracelet, enveloping Kitiana entirely.

"It is good that Sensoa did not listen to me, for I command no one. You are a fool you false Namekian, death has corroded your mind into oblivion and it will now be washed away. I am glad you do not fear any here, it means you will keep trying and failing. You will spend eternity failing and failing, never will you succeed in any of your plans. And when next we meet, you will watch me obliterate your home with this very power." Her words echo'd out... Except they were not roared, instead they were calm. Her sword appeared at the top of the sphere of flames that encompassed her, being brought down and striking away the flames to reveal not the orange gi she once wore... But an entirely different being. Just as she appeared, Sensoa's attack was unleashed towards the Namekian. "I hold no sway over Sensoa, Do not think for a second he will not kill you if he wishes too. I may have once been his student, but even then he did what he wished. Those who do not wish to die, do not attack, do not have murderous intent. This is MY HOME! I will not tolerate it, nor will I attempt to stop your death from coming. Amara is under the protection of myself, I am under her protection. Our battle has been interrupted for too long, My home requires completion, and I DEMAND silence. Nobody else here will die aside from this pathetic slug. Now unless your intent is to have conversation, Begone from my home or perish."

Her Power Level, this entire time, was still rising with her new form unleashed. Her power unrestrained now, allowed to be free in all of its glory. She was done with these interruptions, done with trying to hold things back. Mollusc acted a coward and would die a coward. Her attention now turning away from Sensoa and to Mumbo and the others that arrived "You there, Black Stargoon. Amara here will come to no harm, she is not one of these peace loving ingrates that love to call themselves heroes. If she were I would have killed her when she first arrived. Sensoa..." She spoke, finally addressing Sensoa though she did not turn to him "I once again am in your debt for coming, However even so I must ask that you spare Amara. I ask this as your former student, this one favor. Grant me that at least. I do not have the power to forcefully stop you, so if you wish to do it there is nothing I could do. However, Mollusc is the only cretin here, and the only one who deserves death now. This is my home, I wish it built without further interruptions and that is it."

”Yep. Considda yerself Stah Goon Yellow! We’ll woik on yer phrase and stuff lata.”

It didn’t take long for more of the crew to arrive on the scene. Bamboo showed up just on time, while Ashi and (surprisingly) Ramen showed up fashionably late. Mumbo smiled at Ramen’s power-phrase attempt. ”Yer takin ta dis like a duck ta wadda, Kid. Keep it up.”

There wasn’t much time for chit-chat. The demon kid was screaming again, and Sensoa went on another rant, and then MOLLUSC started screaming! It was a screaming competition, and one Mumbo didn’t even want to be part of. Honestly, half the stuff they’d said went in one ear and out the other.

Before he could even get a word in, Sensoa swung for the fences. His energy was immense— incomparable! Mumbo shuddered involuntarily. Even Boreal wasn’t this strong back in the day. Kinda annoying that a goodie-good like him got so strong.

Mollusc wouldn’t go down so easily, though. He belted out a terrible scream, matching the incoming blade with an attack that cost him his life. The act reminded Mumbo of a little ghostly friend he’d made years ago. Mayo-niceu? Mustard? Whatever.

The explosion rocked the construction site, sending Mumbo back a bit from the force. He planted his feet firmly on the demonic dirt, skidding back a good few feet. Luckily, though, none of his fellow Goons were directly behind him.

When the dust settled, Mollusc was gone, and there was a thickness to the air. Part of him had to wonder if that even counted as a kill— he was already a ghost, wasn’t he?

”Nice lightshow,” Mumbo taunted, ”but dat’s all it is. A big display ta hide how lame you’s really ah.”



He turned to his team, and scrunched up his face. He figured this’d be easier. That Amara would be fighting some Goodie they could all pummel together. But this was different. Sensoa was so very strange. He was really amping up his badness, but it came off so fake. Anybody could kill a ghost.

”You’re funny, yknow dat? All da speeches and da theatrics? Psh. Remoinds me a some middle school play.”

He stepped forward, clenching his fists. Steam popped in bursts from holes in his metal gloves.

”Yknow what I tink, big guy? I tink yer fakin’ it sometin fierce. I tink Carro scared ya so bad dat you don’t even know what evil really means no moah. Now yer just takin’ da slim pickin. Bullyin’ da little shrimps who couldn’t defend a kid’s lunch money. Who else ya kill, huh? Da mailman? Behehehhe!”

Again he walked forwards, bravado brimming within him. The act of protecting his friends filled him with courage that even a Goon Boon couldn’t grant.

If Sensoa hadn’t moved, then Mumbo would be right in his face already. He had the slightest bit of height advantage over the demon, allowing him to loom far more than someone so weak should be allowed.

”So? Wha’cha gonna do, Big Guy? Show me how bad you’s really is. Take a swing. See what happens. You ain’t afraid of some Goons, right?”

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Amara rubbed her head in frustration, anger a mix of pain and plain old annoyance at how utter chaotic this situation had become. Knowing full well she was pretty damn injured as it was, the Saiyan didn't have much of a choice but to take her simmering rage out in a non-punching fashion. "Why do you talk like there is an ellipses every two seconds?" The mercenary burst, words targeted towards Sensoa. "You sound more annoying than intimidating. We get it, you're a sociopath murder demon. Try not to cut yourself on the damn edge." It was no secret that Amara heavily disliked Sensoa. 'Dislike' being quite a mild way to put it, given the situation between the two ever since Namek.

"Do you wish to fight us when you could be fighting actual Heroes? If not I suggest you leave. You can't win here. And let me guess 'grr... I am Sensoa... I will take some of you down with me... you know not the extent of my power.' bla bla bla I don't fuckin' care. I'm probably your easiest target if you did. So go ahead, waste some energy on me like I made you do with Kiko way back when." The Saiyan slammed the ground with her fist, demonic rubble cracking and shattering apart. A moment later, Mollusc was torn apart. Probably by Sensoa's hand, though Amara didn't care about the ghost enough to even bother checking. "At least that's one less mouth to spout off bullshit." 

A vein popped on her head in a cartoonish manner as the Saiyan ground her teeth together. "Look. I'm still not in the best head space given that this form makes me want to murder shit. Can we either LEAVE or FIGHT instead of standing around spitting banter at each other?! Thanks. I don't know about you lot but I don't really feel like taking an extended stay in the Demon Realm." Kitiana had gone on a long-winded rant of her own, even the Demoness wearing Amara's patience thin. "Yeah cool. Perhaps keep it shorter next time." She grumbled.

Having missing most of the other Stargoon's rebukes at Sensoa, Amara did not miss the sudden movement as Ashi moved to strike Kitiana with her sword. It was with the flat side - so even without the ability to sense power the Saiyan knew it probably wasn't meant to kill, but that didn't mean it'd fly either. Amara grunted as she moved in-between Kitiana and the weapon, hand reaching up to hold the sword up with her palm, stopping its' momentum for a second as the energy behind it dispersed. "Look. I've said it once and I'll say it again. For now, Kitiana stays up and about. I never break promises, no matter who they are made to."

Again and again and again and again... All of these constant interruptions from people who were here for what? Because Sensoa showed up? Tch. Interest in these petty personal squabbles hadn't ever existed, and even if it had she'd of lost it long ago. Mumbo was here to defend Amara, who was no longer in any danger nor was she even in danger to begin with. But with Sensoa starting to leave, perhaps she could finally get back to building. "Amara" She said as she turned away from the rest of the Goons and even Sensoa "We still have a fight to finish, however it seems we are destined to not be allowed to finish it this day. Once I am finished here and all of them actually leave, let us continue our fight. The score hasn't been settled and quite honestly I'm interested in fighting against this new power that has awakened within you."

For all intents and purposes she was ignoring what was going on around her, though she wasn't unaware of it. Another problem was Amara being unable to sense ki, something she'd need to work with her on for sure. Being that Amara was now her rival, she couldn't tolerate her being unable to sense the power of her opponent and being completely reliant on that scouter of hers... It was why she destroyed it first. She had a few other theories now popping up in her head about the Super Saiyan form, some of if it could grow stronger or if that was the strongest a Saiyan would become. But in order to find out if she was right or wrong about these theories, she needed Amara to get stronger and to fight against that Super Saiyan form. She was able to tell that Amara had it hidden within her just from fighting her, so perhaps if she continued fighting maybe there was yet more to be discovered and pulled out. If this was true, then Amara had a long way to go with her growth in strength.