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The Mighty Obstacle! - Taurus Optional Boss

Who: Kazuya Minegishi

belfire, Hitoshura

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Where: Gemini Ward - Near Mictlan
When: 26th April, 13th Hour
Summary: Kazuya and Hitoshura, giving into demonic urges to conquer humanity for Demon Kind. Time to detain the Demon King and Hell's General before Hinoto-Ri is destroyed! Brave heroes, rise up against them and their demonic legion!
Warnings: Lots of violence, demons, and gruesome injuries.

The Gemini district was in absolute chaos.

Well, the entirety of Hinoto-Ri was in chaos - especially as the Taurus Boss had now descended upon the unlucky five of heroes - but Gemini was different. The hostile demonic population of the 13th Hour was swelling at an alarming rate there, spilling over into the neighbouring districts and attacking all those that they came across - no matter their star sign or status. It added more confusion and panic to an already dangerous situation, and those who were not occupied with defeating the crazed Earth Signs, or the bull monsters, attempted to stem the invasion of hostile demons - with varying success.

What was causing this? Was it part of the Zodiac Event? Some other 'Final Boss'?

Well...

In the midst of the chaos, Kazuya and Shura whipped up the local demon horde into a frenzy. Humanity's souls must be polished by the strains of war! Humanity must be made pure by the blaze of blood and fire! Humanity should relinquish control of the city to those born to rule - to lead - the King of Bel and Hell's General! The 13th Hour had caused their demonic side to spiral out of control, and now it seemed like they were going to mount a full on invasion onto Hinoto-Ri!

Who is willing to plunge deep into the mess of demons to face them? Who is brave enough to stand up to the dreaded Atlus Optional Bosses? Who is crazy enough to try and kick some asses?!

Well, that would be you, visitors.

THEME MUSIC!

[[OOC: Alright! It's game time! While we have five heroes dealing with the final boss, there's this optional boss fight open to those who are interested! You can fight and NPC demons, as well as fight against Shura and Kazuya! The name of the game is to detain them in any way possible, even if you have to snap their legs to do it. Don't bother being gentle. They can take whatever abuse you throw their way!

For the list of demons that will be milling about, here is a handy dandy list prepared beforehand! Refer to this when needed. I'll be NPCing some demons when required (such as for those who are GREEN for damage levels), but you're free to NPC some in your tags as well!

If you need contact me or Shura about how a thread's going or something, don't hesitate to PM me on my Kazuya journal, or KivaEmber on plurk!]

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Huh. Lame.

[Kazuya looked mildly disgruntled that Desco had blocked the attack, his eyes sliding half-closed. Well, he singed the brat at least, but, he could do loads more. That'd been a little play ball- oh wait that guy was-

Jolting back into the present, Kazuya grinned viciously and - lunged forwards to meet Johnny half way. The blade bit into his shoulder and pierced right through. Kazuya didn't even flinch or cry out - dark blood spurted from the wound, and when it touched bare skin, it hissed and bubbled like tar. Kazuya even grabbed onto Johnny's wrist to keep him in place, forcing the blade to dig deeper into his shoulder with a wet squelching noise.

In that same instance, Johnny's Persona was met with bright blast of energy that struck it firmly on the chest. Behind Kazuya was his own Persona - the Angel Samyaza - its grey mottled wings spread out wide and its cold face set into a cruel smile. Holy Arrow had struck true]

If you stop me... [a low purr] Then do me a solid and make sure it's a permanent stop, huh?

[With that, the hand hanging down by his side - the hand belonging to the currently skewered shoulder - was suddenly wreathed in flames, darting up in a sharp movement to plunge deep into Johnny's stomach]

"NOOO!"

Desco flies over to Johnny, a blue glow like shards of shattered glass trailing behind her as she summons her newest Persona - Lakshmi - and casts Diarahan on him. She changes her orientation and uses Usatako as a launching pad to hurl her child body at Kazuya, latching onto his wounded shoulder with her mouth and digging in with her serrated, shark-like teeth. As Usatako catches up, she starts speaking out of the two primary tentacles on the top of the bulk.

"Y̴̷͏Ǫ͠U̶ ̀M̢̕͜I̛͜S̕Ȩ͝R̴̡̨À͜B̧͜͜L͞Ȩ̴,̴̕ ̕͢IN͞S̀I̶̢G͝͡N͏͝IF̸Į͠C̷͜A̵͟N̷͠T̛̀ ̴̨S̕҉PE̵CK̨.̸ ͡͝ ̶̴Ḩ͡ƠW҉҉ ́DA͜͝҉R̡̀E͠ ̕͜Y̶͜O̕͡U̧.̷̛ ̕K͠N̕͝O͞Ẁ̨͟ ͡T̴̡̛H̴E҉ ̶͞WR̀͞AT̨H̨ ̡́O̴F̸̛̀ ͢T̵͘H̶́E͜͟ ͠T͢҉R͞U͠E̛ F҉͏I̢NA̶̸L B̧̕ÓŞ̶S,͝ ҉̶T̸͝H̢͟E ̕Q́͞ỨE͏̴̀Ȩ͞Ń̡͢ ̸̷̨O̕͟F͝ ̛͡͝D̶A̧̨͢R͜K͜͜͡N͢҉ES̸̀S̴ ͞D͝E̸͠S̴C͟Ǫ͜͡!҉҉̕"

[Otoha froze as he saw Johnny get impaled. No no no no no he couldn't lose someone again! He disappeared for a moment, time freezing again, and reappeared behind Kazuya, blade pressed against his throat.]

Back. Down. Now.

[Kazuya's blood burned as it touched his skin and he hissed in pain, but that was quickly cut off by the searing pain of a hand shoved through his gut. For the most part, it was a familiar pain, but the fire around the fist made the pain worse and cauterized and burned as it went through.

The flash of Desco and the healing spell that blessedly lessened the pain followed by Otoha appearing behind Kazuya was both worrying and-on a more selfish level-comforting. It also spurred him to bring his free hand to Kazuya's other shoulder and dig his suddenly claw-like nails deep into skin and muscle; the blood burned and the vampire winced, but he didn't back down.]

Do what he says...back down...or I'll rip your arm off.

Don't think I can't or won't.

[Kazuya was still. His face didn't even twitch in pain, even if he had a shark child gnawing on his shoulder, and claws sinking deep into his skin. Hm, he kinda needed that arm... he could grow it back, but regenerating lost limbs was total and complete agony. He did it once 0/10 will not do again.

He groaned as if from frustration, tilting his head back and leaving his throat completely bare, Otoha's blade pressing close to his Adam's apple]

Geeze, you're all fuckin' crowding me. How's this fair... three against one... hnn...

[He curled his fingers inside of Johnny, and it felt like he was trying to grab fistful of worms, the vampire's insides slippery and warm. Kazuya dropped his head down again, his eyes bright with something like excitement, a small laugh leaving him]

Got it.

[What happened next was quite simple - Kazuya spontaneously combusted. Flames exploded outwards from him, licking and roaring over his body - but didn't burn his clothes or skin. It lasted only for a few moments, however, for the fire pulsed then-

From the sky came the Fire of Sodom. That's right. SMT version of Comet spell. Impact of three massive fireballs in three...two...one...]

As the flames lick over her skin, the portion of Desco's psyche playing host to Lakshmi recoil in agony, transferring some of that to Desco's physical body in the form of actual pain.

Desco, naturally, flinches, her jaw reflexively clenching. There's a scraping sound as her fangs hit bone, and a disgusted shudder runs through her frame.

[The flames burnt Otoha, the impact of the fireball slamming into him rough, but he didn't move, just tilted his sword so that if he twitched, it would slice through the boy's throat.]

[He'd deal with injuries later. It didn't matter right now.]

Kid. One last warning before I start chopping vital parts off. Even if you can regenerate, regrowing a dick won't be fun, I think.

[Hey, the kid was a teenager. It was a valid threat.]

[Ramiel cast Diarama on Otoha and then Desco in reflection of the vampire's thoughts.

Johnny flinched at the flames and sudden onslaught of fireballs, but his grip only tightened on Kazuya's shoulder.]

I warned you.

[His eyes flashed, almost as though their golden color brightened for a moment, and he ripped through flesh and sinew, severing arm from shoulder.

In the same motion, he wrenched himself away from the teen, leaving his sword embedded in Kazuya's other shoulder as he grabbed the arm in his stomach and pulled it out.

Sadly, his intestines didn't go with him; anther sight he was all too familiar with between Barry and Belial. He wrapped an arm around the hole in his gut and went to his knees, more in an effort to keep things where they were supposed to be more than his knees buckling.

He had the brief thought to whip Kaz' legs out from under him, but decided it was too much movement for someone not 'structurally sound.' Besides, that sharp a movement would probably make Otoha's blade dig right into the teen's throat, and that was the opposite of what Johnny wanted.]

[At the sickening squelch of flesh ripping from bone, Kazuya let out a near inhuman noise - something like a gurgling shriek - and spasmed a little as blood spurted from the severed stump. The blood was like tar, hissing and bubbling, and, after the initial spray, stopped bleeding almost instantly.

His face was ashen, and briefly, the earlier madness was gone. He look more like a pained, young teenager, a small shudder racking his scrawny frame]

...a-ahh...

[The noise was animal like. A whine. Then he was gone, the air where he'd been crackling with black energy as he teleported away from the trio - and successfully leaving Desco hovering in mid-air, although he had to leave a chunk of his shoulder behind in her mouth to do that.

He didn't teleport far however, only a few feet, and immediately staggered a few steps before falling to his knees, letting out harsh, near inhuman noises, hissing and growls as he clawed at the stump where his arm had been.

His arm was still intact though. He just... needed to grab it. Stick it back on, right? Yeah. It was fine. It was fine. Fucking hell his arm was gone. Kazuya's head was spinning. Demons were pretty blase about lose limbs, but it was still a terrible shock to Kazuya. It only happened once before, although this time he was dealing with it better. Last time he had screamed for several minutes straight from the trauma]

...sshh....shhnn....

[Then Kazuya's voice pitched into a loud wail, very much like a young animal calling to its mother]

Shuuuuuuuuuuraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Desco spits out the chunk of shoulder Kazuya left behind and docks with Usatako once more. There's a calculating look on her face as she judges the distance between where they are and where he is.

Then she whips the chunk of shoulder at Kazuya's head like a fastball.

Shit!

[Teleportation. Great. Otoha sprang forwards, intending to slice into the kid's back. Sever his spine, do something...]

[... 'Shura'? Crap. One of the other bouncers. He knew something was off about her, but not what, exactly. Still, bringing another person into this fight wouldn't be a good idea...]

Fuckin hell-

[So someone else was coming into this, huh? He vaguely recognized the name as someone else who worked at the club, but he hadn't talked to her much. Either way, they'd been doing fine 3 against 1, but now it seemed the odds were evening out a bit more.

He pulled his arm away from his stomach slightly, just enough to see the wound better, but it was obvious moving still wasn't a good idea. He was benched until at least one layer of muscle grew back to keep the rest of his stuffing inside.

But that didn't mean he couldn't be useful.

Ramiel hovered closer to the vampire and used Willing Sacrifice on Otoha. Johnny curled in more on himself as he felt his energy leaving him; half of his strength and half of his defense transferred over to the man, it seemed like a fair contribution. He couldn't do the same for Desco, but she seemed to have better defense than either of them anyway.]

A roar suddenly rose above the clamour of battle. It was as if the ground itself shook from it. A darkened silhouette appeared on the battlefield, covered in lines of light, a greenish line, almost white, radiating with power. She roared again, pouring all her fury and her need to win into it. But first, she summoned her ÜberPixie with nothing but a great swipe of her arm and her own will.

"You got it, boss!" she chirped happily as she healed Kazuya with a blown kiss and a wink.

Despite being severely shaken up from his untimely dismemberment, Kazuya's form crackled out of existence again to avoid both Otoha and Desco's attack. Again, only a few feet away. It seemed he couldn't teleport very far - either due to his frazzled state, or some other reason.

He was standing at this point, hand clamped over the stump where his arm had been, his eyes wide and blazing crimson. Healing magic numbed the pain throbbing along his shoulder, regenerating lost tissue - although his arm was still no longer there. The other guy, the de-gutted one, he still had his arm, he had to...

"Shura...I need... my arm back. Just... deal with these," Kazuya muttered, jerking his chin at Desco and Otoha, his eyes not leaving Johnny for a moment.

Well, Desco seemed fixated on Shura, so Otoha rushed towards Kazuya, Yatagarasu following along behind him. The great crow's wings flared, as Otoha leaped forward and tried to bring down his blade on top of the boy's head.

"Just fucking die already!"

Johnny noticed Kazuya's attention on him which made him remember the arm still near. That was probably why. Johnny could fuse his limbs back onto his body with nothing but a touch because Belial had given him that ability. If the same demon was what was powering Kaz now, it stood to reason that would make him want his arm back so he could do the same.

As much as he worried for Deso and wanted Otoha not to kill the teen, he took advantage of their distractions to retrieve the arm. Once it was close, the sharp smell of demon's blood told him it hadn't all drained out of the arm just yet.

...It would be a good idea...as disgusting and tainted as demon's blood made him feel, it was an energy shot and restorative he couldn't afford to pass up.

Johnny's fangs elongated and he dug them into the flesh of the arm to drink as much from it as he could. Of course, he hadn't anticipated the differences between the versions of demon's, so the scalding heat nearly made him pull away, but he forced each burning gulp down till he'd drunk what was left. Already, he could feel the skin patching a little faster and heat spread through him as the hot blood moved into his system.

He was going to hurt like a bitch later, but at least he could be more useful now.

Wait. WAS THAT GUY EATING HIS FUCKING ARM-?!

Kazuya didn't have much time to be horrified about it. A flash of movement, and he snarled at the man bearing down at him with the sword, sweeping his hand out to send a bolt of fire at the airborne man. Fuck it. Fuck fuck fuck everything. No time for theatrics of whatever. Kazuya wanted his arm back.

"I've had enough of this!" Kazuya roared, and again, his body pulsed with fire briefly, followed by the roar of fireballs raining down from the sky.

The fire caught Otoha and sent him backwards, but he landed and came back, trying to catch the boy. Even though the fireballs scalded him, set his clothing aflame, and burnt marks all over him, he kept going. He didn't feel it, after all. Nothing was important except eliminating his target.

"Give it up!"

Johnny kept the arm in his hand as he rolled out of the way of a fireball and staggered to his feet. his skin was still badly burnt and there was an obvious hole in his torso, but a thin layer of muscle kept his insides inside as they tried to heal up and replace the now missing organ.

Golden eyes glanced to Desco before turning to Otoha to take stock of the man's injuries. "Damn it." He was going to push himself too far, even with Johnny's attack and defense on his side.

Ramiel cast Diarama on the human as Johnny took a couple steps in his direction. "Otoha back down! You're no good to anyone dead." He turned those eyes on Kazuya next. If the kid wanted his arm back, he'd have to come get it.

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Desco's eyes narrow at the intrusion, and then flare up into lambent coals at the contribution of the tiny fairy. She addresses Shura, her voice raw from gulping down Kazuya's tarlike blood.

"I am Desco, the True Final Boss! AS I CAST YOU DOWN INTO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT, CURSE YOUR OWN WEAKNESS AND WALLOW IN DESPAIR! YOG-SOTHOTH!"

Screaming in rage, Usatako absorbs Desco's childlike body into itself in a reversal of the usual absorption as the fused being is cast in an endless darkness. Wet squelching sounds accompany the swelling of the shadowed creature as Desco's endlessly mutable physique writhes and bulges, before the shadows disperse to reveal her true form - the massive, tentacled bulk of Yog-Sothoth. Glaring down at the Pixie from her cyclopean golden eye, she continues her angry tirade, her voice louder but otherwise oddly unchanged by her sudden foray into gigantism.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOU. VANISH INTO A HAZE OF ATOMS!"

With that, Yog-Sothoth sends her four tentacles crashing into the fairy before opening her titanic maw and discharging a massive laser. As the light from the laser slowly fades away, Desco - already back in her normal form - hurls herself forward, flying hell for leather directly towards Shura.

"I'LL GRIND YOUR AMBITIONS INTO DUST, SHATTER YOUR DREAMS, AND LEAVE YOU ALIVE TO SPEND ALL OF ETERNITY CURSING YOUR WRETCHED EXISTENCE!"

Shura stares incredulously at the tiny body of her Pixie hitting the ground with a small thud before glaring at Desco. How dare she! How DARE she kill her Pixie, her oldest and most loyal ally! This would definitely not go unpunished!!!

Deaf to Desco's threat and too angry to coherently answer them anyway, Shura opened her arms and let out a mighty roar that, if it didn't scare Desco, would still cut down her attack power by a good chunk.

Desco immediately realizes what's been done to her, but pays it no mind - once the Final Boss has decided to defeat someone, they're defeated.

"IS THAT THE EXTENT OF YOUR POWER?! THAT PATHETIC DISPLAY!?"

With that, Desco hurtles her body into Shura's, grabbing onto her shoulders with both claws to hold her in place as she maneuvers into position.

With a mighty twist, Desco spins around, the tips of her claws dragging through Shura's skin as she smashes her heavy, crocodilian tail into her ribs.

"WHEN I AM FINISHED, YOU WILL DWELL ETERNALLY IN DARKNESS, BLIND AND HELPLESS, INCAPABLE OF REMEMBERING EVEN YOUR OWN NAME!"

Shura bent slightly at the hit. It hurt, but months, perhaps years of fighting had taught her how not to let the wind get knocked out of her.

"SHUT UP!" was the only warning Desco got before Shura grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her other fist in her forehead eye with all her might.

"I'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL ALREADY! YOU CAN'T SCARE ME!"

The lid slams shut over Desco's eye, and her red eyes briefly glaze over, as if she's no longer seeing Shura.

Then she screams.

"A̷̵̘̩̻̹͓͕̪̟̅̇̄ͤͤ͛ͮͩͩ̒̆ͦ͌͟A̡̯͖̺̫̮͚̯͉̞͉ͦ͌̄̂͌̀́͜Ả̶̛͓̮̙̞̤͇̭̩̤ͥ͐̓ͩ̀͆ͦ̋́̅ͨ̒̓͞ͅĄ̟̻̻̼͙̘̲̬̜͐̉̔̃ͭͦͧͥͯ͑̂ͪ͊ͪ͋ͦ́͢A̛̯̘̙͚ͮ͑ͧ̋ͧ̑ͦͬ̅͒ͪ̉̾̒ͥ́̕Ä̢́ͪ̐ͮ͛̽̏ͣ̋̌̃͘͞҉͈̱̦͈̬̜̱̳̤͓̖͓͇̹̲A̮̫̣͚̰̼̳͙͓̞̼̞͉̗͈̠̒̆͒̄͘͟Á̾̋͋̈ͣͨͤ̌͐ͪ҉̛̜̗̗͙Á̸͙̰͓͇̼̲̲͓̭̙̼͓͍͇̙̰̟͉ͩ̾̽̒̑̏͒̓̒ͤͬ͌̾́A̷̳͇̲̳̜̳̱ͤͤ̿͋ͧ̓̾̄͋ͭ͐ͬ͢͜͡͡Ạ̶̵̛͉͉̱̺̦͓̗̥ͧ̋̆ͫͥͨ̂̏̑ͭͥͭ̽́ͦ̀͞ͅA̙͈̗̝̙̯̩̱̺͌͗ͤ̏ͮͪ̅ͯ̉̍ͤͨͥ̕͢͝Ḁ̵̵̡̹̩̫̟̺̤̯͇̳͇̬̳͖̺̰̾ͦͧͭ̌̏̓ͧ͝ͅĄ̧͖̜̞̥̮͚͚͑̈́̈̿͒ͫ̅̍A̢͇̝͔̜͕͉̬̗͉̲͇̅̌͒̓ͬ̒̓̀̚̕̕͠A͒̅ͦ͗̈́̚҉̨̨̗͍̲͍͎̙̮͎͚͢ͅÂ̸̸̧̡̯̹̱̘̹̥͉̟͍͇͈̝̮͎̫̈͐̽ͧ̊ͦ͆ͩ͊̐̽̍̽̇̈́͠ͅA̧̡̘̬̻̹̦̞̙͚̟͙͕̝̟͐̽̅͋͟͞ͅḀ̷̵̭͇̱̤̟̗̥̜̳̤̖̳̦̉̇̅́̍ͪͨͬ̆͟A̷̧̡̛̛̟̥̩̳̭͓̥̠͉̗̙̯̙̰͍͇͈͋̐̂̿̿ͬ͒̒̐̇̒̃̈̉ͤͯͬA̴͍̙͍͙̖͇̥͕͙͎̹̺̍͑̉̓̑̆̈̆͠Ā̸ͯ̉ͮͬ̃ͦ̉̂̈́͋ͥ̏͏̗͙̞̮͙̺͜A̸̢͖̟̩̮̣͚͎̖̞̫̖̹̘͈̰̻͛͆ͮ̽̏̃̆̆ͧ͛ͣ̔̈́̊͛͊͗̒ͯ͜ͅͅA͆͂ͧ̈́̅̕͏̟̦̩̼̫͕̲̼͔͉͙̼̣͓̰͔͍ͅA̢͒ͤ͒͆҉̨̯̩̗͉̣̟͈̜̥̘̜Ā̸̶̢̗̖͚̘̹̣͈̫͇̹͖͔͓̞̲̻͖͙̜̏͒̓̇ͧͯ̆ͣ̓̍̈̎̈ͭ͛ͮ̚A̸̵̝̞̙̣͍̭͚̳̰͇͇͓̞̮̩̽͐̃ͦ͋̃ͥ̂̚͢ͅA̡̳̺̘͛͂ͬ̽̅͊̈́͊ͭͥͤ͊̀̚͢͢͟ͅA̡̨̝̻̻̞͖̮̍̆ͬ̃̍͆ͭͮ̍ͦ̍͊̎ͪ̄̉̽ͣǍ̷̴̢̳̺̺͙͎̟͕̯̝͍̹̅̏ͨ͒ͭ̽̈́̃͗ͤ̚͡A̛̫͚̺̙̥̳̠̩̯̳͛͋͂̋̀̀͠A̢̨̯̻͖̝͉̪̞̰̤̩̘̱̹͇̜̠̾ͥ͊̽͑ͦͮ̓͊͒͊̉ͦͮ͋̚͝͝Ā̷̺̺̮̩̪̞̤͎̺͍̦̭̠̫ͤ̔ͯ̂͑ͮ͆̓́͟͠Ą̴̵͖̻̹̣̈̃̀͌̋ͪ̒̒͢Ã̶̢̡̡̝̳̖͍̝̆ͭ̒̌̓ͤÀ͋ͨͬ̊͏̨̛҉҉̩̜̰͔̣ͅA̧̰͙͓̲͕̖̻̪͊̓̓ͫ̏̆͝͞ͅA̷̡̢̛̺͇͎͍͎̯̥͓̱̠̲̣̲͚̦͊͌̓ͩͥ̀ͅA̒ͪͬ͂̒̋ͦ̓͂ͬͣ͂͏̙̜̭̻̰̻̦͝͡A̸̴̶̬̞̻̝̟͇̥̰̣̱̩͎͕͉͉͈̒̎̐͗͆̃ͧ̈́͊̒̍̋͜͡ͅȀ̡͒ͨ̃̚͏͔̞̘̦̱̙͉͕̫̜͖̘ͅȂ̡̹̬̣̹͉̦͙͓̙̠͓̬͚̫̞͓̗ͨ͗̐ͯ̾̊ͭ̏̉͌̍̓̐̚͡ͅÃ̑ͧ͑ͪ̄͊҉͙̙̘͚̻͢"

There is absolutely nothing human in that scream, and it does not stop. Desco lunges at Shura and sinks her fangs into her right breast, clawing wildly at Shura's chest right over her heart. Her slightly more human mouth occupied with chewing a hole into Shura's chest, the twelve maws of Usatako take over the duty of profane screaming.

I̵͍͍̜̲̞͚̘ͨ̋ͧ̑̾̀̄ͬ̏̆ͭͭ̑̓͑ͯͨ͌́̚'̧̢̙̜̘͙̫̤̺̞͎͓̰͎͚̮̠͂̊͋͐̂̉̾̒̄ͫ͑̈͗̈́̚L̷͔͖̜̱̞̥̰͕̼̱̼̝̿̏̓ͤ͑ͦ̏̎ͭ͡͞͠L̷̵̫̭̟̣̫̓̄͂ͭ̽ͭ̌ͭ͘͠ ̷ͥͫ͒̑̍̅ͣ̾͑ͣ̋̈͑͏̢̹̯̖ͅE̴͍̝̪̩̭̺̝ͧ́̇̈́̓͐̇͗̿ͣ̊̆͠Ą̡͓̮̣̬͍̹͔̬̋ͫͩͬ̇ͤ̂͗̓̓ͣͤ̀̚͜T͔̟̖̤̐ͦ͌̓̏̽͌ͬ́̓͌̊̅ͣ̀͡ ͐̂̎͑͂҉̸̴̛͚̼̣̺̙̜͎̥͟Y̶̻͍̦̜̤̖̰͖̼̮̱̙̦͈̭͔͋ͤ͒́̊ͣ̑̂ͮͮ̉O̸̵̢͋̽ͤ̊̉́̚҉̗̠͉̯̟̹̳ͅU̴̒̈́̊̈́̿͛ͤ̂̀̚̚̚҉̴͉̭̣̠̯̫̖̤Ŗ̲͍̻̤̺̯̞̜͕͖̩͓̖͈͓ͪ̿̿̂ͣ̚͟͡ ̺̝̥̗̘̪͖̯̘̺̯̣͉͈̱̥̘̜̔ͯ͑ͮ͂̄̿̀̚̕͟H͕̰̤̠̞̹̣̦̤̠̲͚͙͉̩̗̼͇̘̑͋͗̎̓͑͂̚̚͟͢E̢ͣ̀̑̅̔͌͋͑̓ͪ̓̓̈̒͂̿͐ͪ́͘͏͈̪̣͎̰̘͓̥͉͙̝͈̝͖̗̫̣͚Aͫ̍͗ͮ͏̡̛͖̟͇̹͈͔R̒̐̅͐͆̂ͥ̇͗҉̨͚̯̦͉͘̕T̵̴̺̪͈̜͙̼͎̖͎̣͎̭͍̻̹̣̦̙̟ͦͥ̄͂ͧ͑͋͆ͧͫ̂̇̆̋͂͊̂ͦ̋͞͡,̨͖̥̯̉͌̅͌ ͂ͦͭ̏̈̀͏̹̘̞̫̘̘̯̕͜͞Yͭͫ̔͆ͦͦͮ̋͋̿̽͡͏͢҉̠̮̖̙̣̜̖̪̮͎̘̠̩̹̕ͅỌ̝̙̙̞̙̻͍̫̲̮̮̿ͫͥ̄̓̏̏̉ͣͦ̓͒͐̿̄ͦͨ̕͝Ų̷̳͚̰̣̙̥̼͈̗̝̯̙̹͖̽͛̉ͦ͊̀͌̉̀̔́ͅ ͚̣̜̺̣͔̱̼̲̦͇̹̗͚̃ͭͮ̂͛̈́͌̅̏͑ͩͪ̿̈́͘͢Ī̧̡͆ͮ͆̓̒̇́͒ͩ͆͐̇͊̇́͘҉̥̮͔̭̝̰͙̻͔̲͓̜̹̗N̅͗̈́̒̆͐̎̔ͤ҉̷̴̨̺̟̮̻̖̥̝̳̹́C̶̨̜͇̦̬̫̟̲͕̦͈̟̄͌ͮͪ̉̀̕E̢̢̛͙̯̯̤̫̖͕̒ͨͭ̉̾̆͊ͭ͐ͭ͢͡S̶̸̡̛̰̳̥͓̰̫͕͕̺̝̞̦̯̭͌ͭ͒͛͑͊͝T̸̥̫̲͖͖̤̭̜̲̹̥͇͕͎̠̪͔ͮ̊͂ͯ͋ͧ͗ͨ̍͊̔̏̆̿̓̈͡U̱͍͇̹͚̩̘̦̬͇͍͐̿͐ͥ͒̈̂̓̈́ͤ͑̑ͭ̉̒̀͡A̸̷̵̻͖̬̣̱̖̗̺͍̟̭̘̯̜̾ͧ̈̇ͧͬ̅ͦ̂L̜̟̟̘̲̑̎ͤ̚̕͜͢ ̶̹̭̱̳̭̫̳̤͎͈̟̾͌̅̈͊̃́͘͢B̸̨ͨ̽̓̇̆͗͛ͫͣͫ̿̈́̂̂͊͊̀ͪ͏̰̻̦͔̹̼̹̳̠̮̕Ī̎͊̃̌̆̅̀͠҉͓̩̩͔Ṱ̴̥̰͖͙̭̫̲͔̞̯͕̟͈͎ͫ̊̄̂̈́̉̎̃̈́̊͒ͨ͑̋́́͢͟Ç̴̲̫̬̬͓̰̀̈̐̋ͫ͐̽̐̈̓ͪͩ͘H̳̬͖̞̭̖͓̯̼̊ͭ̃͊̒ͯͤ͋ͤ̀̕̕͢͡!̫̙̗̫̫͖̫͇̯̹͖̜͉͇̭̜ͧ͊̋̒ͥ̎͂ͭ̚͘̕͝ͅ ̵̰̫̦̯̭̰͖̪̯̦̰̗̀ͪ͆ͫ̌ͬ̈ͭ̌͊͐̄͒̍̉͂͘ ̡̰̗̠̩̟͙̝̮ͪ͛̾̊̉̾ͣ̒͘͞D͛̆͊͑̄̅ͭ̓̓͝҉̛҉͍͍̯̩̯̩͕̯͝Į̵̓̋͌ͥͬͮͤͥ͒̆̍͗̈ͦ̔ͫ̅͏̤̩͇̩̠̙̭̼E̔̏̏̓ͣͦ̾̒ͣͧ̀͡͝͏̴̫̦͉̤̜͈̥̹̰̭͍̝.̢͈̣͓̖͎̯̩̪̗̮̮̫͇̝͋ͫ͛̐ͤͨͯ̽ͭ͆ͫͅ ͇͖̯̹̖̎́͒́̔ͦ͗ͫ͂̋̏̌ͫ̏͒́̀̕͠Ḑ̮͕̖̜͈͕̅́̇̑̊̍́̀̚ͅI͎̟͈̹̦͕̳̟͖͉̣̍̋ͥ͆̋͜͝͝͝ͅE̜̲͈̤̋ͩ̊̓̉̾̿́͐̇ͩ͗̈́͆̒̋ͦ̚͢͝ͅ.̵̵̜̟̲͕̼̼̪̩̲ͤͬͧ͑́̓̐̐ͯ̍̈ ̷̞̱̙̝͈̬̮̟̜̗̳̹͖͖͈̀͗̿̈́̾ͮ͝D̢̬̬̤̥̭͈̘̟ͥ̇ͥ̑̾̓̑̀͝ͅȊ̢͓͕͕̺̩͚̲ͦ̄͒ͭ̏͛ͥ̈́ͦͫ̔̓̓ͣ̂̕̕͜͢E͔̥̠͈͔̬̺̍̿̈̌ͪ̽̀͒ͬ̓ͥͬ͆̓̍̀͜͞.̈ͩͪ͒͑҉̶̨̗̬̜̞͖̹̳͚̼̹̭̩ ̨ͧͫ̍́̇̍͌͐̍ͣ̃̄̽̉̎̎̓̃͘͏̬̖̫̻Ḋ̸̠̘̣͚̳̘͇̦͉̗̮̖͖̮͆̈́ͤ̅ͬͮ̃͗̇̊͗ͯ̀͜͜ͅͅĮ̶̷̛̯̤̹̩̰͖̝̘̲͙͓̜͎͕̌͐͑͑͋͋͑ͯ̊̊ͅE̵̛͍̞̭̞̫̝͚͔̊̄̎̓͂͆͗͒ͮͣͣ̅̐̑ͥͪ̓͗̃͟͢D̵̨̳̼̻̜̼̬̩̰͓̣͍̫́ͪ̂ͨ̓̽̍͌ͭ̌ͣ́Į̷̛̣̫̦̞̦̝ͩ̑͛ͪ̉ͯͦ̊̐̐̽͑ͨ̓͠͞Ę̴̜̝̼̭͖͉̣͖͍̖̫̟̘̭͙̟͓͙̊̏ͬͨ̒̍͋͌̅̃̓͌̿͒͑̓̓ͅD͚̬̭̲͇̭͔̭͉͊̄ͦ͛ͤ́̍̍́̿̈́̇̃̾͌ͪ̋̑͛́́͜I̵̬̙̠̫͖͎̬͐͑ͣ̓̔̓̏̀͊ͥ̾̐̉͗́͡E̖̞̱̠̝͇̲̦̩̠̝͐̏̃͂ͮ̔̃̊ͣ͛̄́ͩ̐̀D̷̸̵̬̥͎̳͙ͭ̾̑I̶͍̯̰͚̗̦̜̻̻͎̺̦̥͖͙̣ͬ̾͆ͮ͊̽͋̎̀̃̍ͧ̔̇ͧ͟͢͟E̸̘̥͖̖̼̝̘̲̥̱̟̲̜̅̿̓̾̕Ḋ̴͛̄͒ͫ̓ͮ̽͋̌͋ͩͦ͝͏̧̛̟̜̰̬̼͎̻̥͓͉̝̪I̯̤͈̝̻̺̖̙̣̜͙̙̭͔ͧ̏͑̃͗ͬͤ́͘ͅEͯ̌͒̒̍̿̑̊͐̓ͫ̌͑ͥͮ͊̔͌̅͜͏͈͔̰̺͇̘̳̣̫͡ͅD̼̜̠̺͙͓͛̃͆̔͆̈́ͣ͛̕͟͜Į̶̷̡̣̰̝̞̯̯̲̬͛̊͒̔͢Í̓ͥ̉͑́ͬ̓͑ͣ͊̽҉̶̸̛͎̭͎̱̤̜͔͕̕I̸̥̥͚̜͖͇̜͇͙̿͛ͧͥ̎̍͐͒ͫͨ̓̒̉ͮ͞Ȋ̵̢̜͕͓̟̰ͪ̈́̎͌̾ͤ͂ͨͥ̋ͭͣ͗͂̾͘͞͠I̸̧̨̪͈̭̥̯̥̺̜̰͚͈͍̭̼̖̥͆̍ͫ̓̅̽ͪͭ̾̓̒͛ͅIͥͩ̒̈́̅͑ͩ̂̐͏̛͖̟͓̗̭̳͔̼͠I̵͇͖̰̖͍͕͚̬̤̼̩̥͇̘ͩͨ̀̈́͆͑͂ͨͤ͂͂ͮ̏ͩͪ͂̆̀̚̚͡͡͞I̛͎̰͙̫̥̘̞̮̩̫ͪ͆͌̄̿ͭ̀ͨͥ͂̐̐̓͗ͭ̆̐ͩ͘Ỉ̡̡̤̪͓̘ͩ̃͂͑͝Ị̶̗̠͚̻̤͕̼̹͍̩̆ͩ͑͛̓̌ͤ́̔ͪ̎ͬ̂́I̙̣͉̳̫̙͈̝̝͙͐ͣ̄̍̽͋͟Į̢̌͊ͮ̏̂̃́̀͡҉̺̲͓͕͈̫͇͚̖̪̮̦̼̗̞͍̲̲Ī̸̶̷̡̖̹̲̗̝̇̓̊̋̆͑ͩͪ̓͂̆ͫͨ̓̊̚͜I̴̡͍̝̯̝͓̞͚̹̩̙̫͈̹̻̝ͮ͌ͥ̒̅ͪ̃́ͮ̌ͯ̓͐͗͑ͬͧͣͮ͘͞Į̳̳͓̺̇̿̒̀͊͞ͅÍ̸̴̅̽̏͊ͩͮ̉͊͆ͤ͑̑̅͌ͤ́҉̺̼̜̟̘̥͘Ï̡̛̬̙̣̖̯͙̩͓͔̠̥̙̯͑̉̎́̌̐̚ͅͅI̜̹͉̤͙̙̟̺̭̺̜̺͇͎͚ͬ͋̈̏̃̓ͥ͛͗̌̔ͦͪ͂̃ͭ͢Į̡͕̖̥̮̪̫̬̱͓̟͖̭̮͎̠̺ͣ̆̄͊ͥ͂͛̈́͑̎̾̍͌Ĩ̵̢̼̦̳̘̥̙͍̞̬̻̝̭̬̐͛͂ͨ̉͋̽̀̚͘͡I̼̩̹̭͚̟̻͕ͯͮ̓̄͛̈́͐̐ͪ͆ͯ͟͠I̷͔̠̣̟͉͍̦͓̬͖ͯ̋́͆ͥͮ͐̓̏̍̇̏̂ͨ͂̎̂̚̕͜͝͝Eͤ͗̇̔̔̉̋̎̒ͨ̈́̈́ͬ̓̍̄̐͝͏̪̗͔̥̘̞̹Ȩ̢̢͉̳̝͉̲̖̭̘̩̠͖̰͆ͯͩ͂͒̒ͦ͛ͬ̚ͅE̸̴̛̙̹̭̙̥͓͎͈̝̟ͭ̆̌ͣ́͡ͅͅĘ̗̜͓̣͚̰͚͍̟̘̪͌̿̿̀ͧ̊ͪ͟͜͞͡Ȩ̘͔̦̻̩̞̥̻͎̗͈͚͇̝͓ͤ̂̋́̐̉̈̂ͣͅͅͅ!̄̔̿̇ͣ̍ͤ̃͑͊̅͂̂̀ͭ̔̊̏̀͡͏̟͔̗͔̟̤͜͝ͅ!̵͕̗̹̙͙͕̦̮̥̫̏̄̽ͬ̐̏ͦ̅̓̑̊̒̀͟͡!̴̡̭̞̹̪̠̈́ͤ̑ͧ̾ͤͩ͆̔̄́̕͞ 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͎͕̣̺̣͎̼̭͚̭̳̥͙̲͓̩͔͓͑̓ͩ̈̈̎̆ͮ̐ͭ͌̾̌̈́̿̚͘̕͘͟Ḟ̵̡̨̬͉͉͓̲͎͍̰̟͔ͩͧ͌̂̂̏ͣͥ̈̅ͦ͐́͆̍̓ͩ͘͜Ȍ̝̼͚͓͈̬͙̪̞̣̼͉̽͗ͭ̾̏̉̋̋̉ͬͦͦ̍͒͝R̺̼̭̜̭̪̹̼̓̈̈́ͮ͊ͥͤ̈̇͗̀̚̚͘͢͝͞M̵̸̡̫̩̼̻̭̮͖̘͎̬̠̬̥̃͋ͫͣ̈́́̓̋̂̿̂ͣ̈͆ͪ͘?̵̛͕̯͈̟̗͉̙̞̥̩͖̣͙ͣ̋͐̇̈ͭ̀̍ͩͥ̽̃ͥ̕!̫̪̟̙̱̭̯͍̤͔̖̪̝̆͗͒ͮͭ̅͒́͘ ̢͗̇͌͋ͭͮ̄̃̃͋ͬ̎̀̆̈́̿̊͏̵̷̱̞͇͈͘ ͗ͥͦͨ͛̒̾̐̋̏̔̑̆ͬ̎́͋ͮ҉͎̲͚̻̪̥̗̱̦͈̞́Ỉ̐̿̂̍ͥ͆͛̈͊ͬ̒ͤ҉̵̣̖͕̦̤̤̦̥̖̲̙̳̪̮ͅͅͅͅ'̵̨̨͕̙͈̠ͥ̿͛̂̆ͤ̓ͣ͂̅͝͝L̵̷̐͋͊͗ͩ̐ͬ̓̅̅ͯ̄ͨͬ͞҉̯͓̲̙̪̞̰̞̹̭̠̝͙̯̯͡Ļ̷̱̫̥͈͕͔̳͉̲̥̒ͩ͐͂͐̓̑̒͊̅ͮ̀ ̨̡̥͎̘̗̲͕̲̜̫̳̺̱͔͔̻̖̳̆͗ͮ͛ͮ̔͊ͯ̚̕͘͟Kͬ̾̿͒̔͌҉̴̞̗̪͖̮̹̹̥̦̯̳̬̞̬̮̮͈̝̗Į͔̫͕̩̱̦̼̜̞͉͉͇̜̫̈́̀ͣ̾ͥͨͯ̒̏͛ͬͩ̃̓̈́̒ͥ̕͢L̢̰̼͇̗̗̙̻̈̌ͨ̅̎̂͒ͩ͐͊͌ͯͪ͞Ľ̋̈̋ͭ̎͆ͩ̊͗͗̿ͭͮ̔ͫ̀͘͏͚̙͕͎̣͖͓̲̳͖͚̝̹̥̕ ̵̨͔͕̮̱̝̥̼̅̂̓̿ͮͨ̓́ͬ̎̆͋̅̆̅͌̔ͩ́Y̶̸̱̝͖̖͕͎̮̰̻̗̲̝̣̪̺͕̮͌̽̾͐̅ͦ̿͆̇̄͑̐ͧͩͣ́ͪ̚͟Ǫ̸͍͉̤̼̞̼̙̦͗̉̄̍̌̇̇̇̍̈ͅU̸̲̪̱͇̝͇͇͑̈̓̍̾͜͢,̨̨̠̗̠͉̖̍͊͆̂̎̃̈́̄̾ͮ̊̅̇̄͞ ̨̅ͮ̓́͛̉ͧ̿̊̃̾ͣ͒ͦ͗̀͏͇͚̖͚̪̯̦͎̜̥̤͖͠D͔̭̗̻͍̲͙̼͔̮͔͎̜̽ͭͨ͊ͩ̍̉͊̀Ë̛͖͈̲̠͈̬͓̗ͧ̍̐̎̎̂̇̽͑ͮ̈̔͛̍̚̚S̨̼͙̬͎͙̭͚̮̫̰͕͆ͬͫ̀ͪ̇̄ͤ̉ͪ̆ͧͧ̄̚̕ͅ-͌̆̽̂ͩ͊̊͆̋̃̀̿̄̂̂̎̑͟͞͏̶͈̤̻͎͎͔̤̟̳͎̱ͅX͓̤̰̝̰̟̥͎ͯ͌̓͒͒͂̈́ͯ̃̔ͦͩͣ̌ͨ͊ͪ̀͜͝!̶̡͔͖̣̠̞̝͍̞͎̠̼̙̫͓̪̔́͌ͬͥͤ͒̇͑͗̾̄͆́̕͡

The volume of the screams wavers up and down as Usatako's twelve maws take turns pausing in their ranting to alternately bite at Shura's limbs or smash into her skull. Through it all, Desco never ceases in her attempts to open up Shura's chest with nothing more than her teeth and claws - she's even using her feet, the crimson talons on each one describing long incisions down Shura's stomach and pelvis.

Shura howled at the maiming and grabbed Desco's face, trying to get her to let go of her breast, to no avail. Desco was a panicking wounded animal now, and Shura better put her out of her misery, it seemed.

Focusing all her power on her head, she hissed as Desco tore her up. Suddenly, a beam of pure energy fired from her forehead, aimed straight at Desco's head.

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Fire of Sodom - PHYS/FIRE

Bite - PHYS

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Sword - PHYS

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MEDIARAHAN -> Kazuya

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ATTACK | PHYS

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THREADSPLIT | YOG-SOTHOTH - PHYS/ALMIGHTY -> PIXIE

WAR CRY -> Desco

AGGRESS -> Shura

NORMAL ATTACK, PHYS -> Desco

Completely Flip Out -> Shura

FREIKUGEL PHYS/ALMIGHTY -> Desco