Showdown

Written by Genma 06-03-2003 10:07 AM

Genma, as the leader, was the first of the wave to attack. He took to the air, his form splitting into five mirror images. Four of them fell downwards, surrounding their adversary. A small cross of energy appeared between them, lighting up the area. The fifth duplicate hovered for a moment, then himself descended.

Genma: Rosario Implale!

The Orochi silently gestured, and a barrier crackled to life. His assailant stopped immediately in place, unable to connect.

Orochi: Sorry, but no dice. Ha!

The Genma clones were blasted away in all directions, but recovered quickly, and righted themselves midair. They needed to keep up pressure, or there was no chance to win.

GenmaX5: Double Galeslash!

A vacuum blade of green power erupted from each blade, 10 in all heading for the dark god. He merely shook his head, and watched them too impact harmlessly on the field.

Orochi: You may have defeated my disciples, but I'm a dozen, nay, a hundred times more powerful than all of them combined. This is futile, and you know it!

Mystina: Ye must desire rest from thy empty existence. Thou shalt have it. Celestial Star!

Lorenta: Hark! Lightning that writhes within the ashen depths, descend now in a storm upon thy foe! Gravity Blessing!

Orochi's attention turned from Genma to the dark sphere encasing him. It contracted, swallowing his defensive shield, and increasing in power. The sphere continued growing smaller, before collapsing onto him. The pain caused by Lorenta's spell caused him to at first ignore Mystina's. It wasn't for several moments that he noticed feathers falling towards the ground. By that time it was too late, and the feathers morphed to halos. Each one letting loose a massive beam of concentrated magic. The Orochi staggered slightly, but was otherwise unharmed. It seemed to enrage him more than anything else. He glared at them, and spat.

Orochi: Very nice tricks, but let me show you one of mine.

Written by Genma 06-03-2003 10:36 AM

Danzaiver ignored the large explosion nearby, and the two women who flew past him. He instead concentrated on getting his ship's targeting systems online. The jump to this dimension had wreaked havoc on the vessel, and a great deal of energy had been lost. It would take several moments to work everything out. And since he was needed down here, the universal policeman found himself forced to simply give instructions through his mainframe. He'd have to leave the actual system reboot to the ship itself. Which could take minutes they didn't have. Things weren't looking good.

Gally: Hurry up with the preparations, already! I don't know how long the others can hang on. He's already taken out seven of us!

Danzaiver: This isn't easy, y'know. It's a delicate procedure.

Gally: Whatever. Jut do it as fast as you can. Kriegelstein!

The bounty hunter turned back to the battle, and unleashed a hail of missiles from his suit. They streaked toward their target, and exploded. Dust was kicked up as a result, obscuring the view.

Gally: Heh, now for the main shot. See how he likes this! Beesendolfer!!!

One projectile erupted away, and flew into the haze. A 'boom' followed seconds later, and the area tremored and quaked. Gally gave a thumbs up to his companion.

Gally: Bet he's not feeling too good after that one. Nothing comes out unscathed from that. Maybe we don't need your ship afterall.

As if to mock him, the smoke gradually cleared, to reveal an unmarked Orochi. A single piece of hair fell from his head, and landed gently on the arena floor.

Orochi: Congratulations. You managed to hurt my hair. And all it took was sacrificing a few more of your friends.

He gestured towards the warriors unconscious at his feet. Unwitting victims of Gally's surprise attack.

Orochi: I must say, you're the best fellow I've ever had on my side.

Danzaiver: Oh yeah, you're real helpful.

Gally: Shut up.

Written by Genma 06-03-2003 11:33 AM

Keiya and Iori took advantage of their opponent's distraction, and prepared for a new strike. Both were already somewhat exhausted, the result of continously using their best techniques, and defending themselves from someone who unprotected could snap them like twigs. The yakuza was better off, having more skill and loads more power now than his teammate. But even he had been able to accomplish nothing against this new threat. His refined assault laughed off, and his defenses shattered like so much glass. He was a mass of bruises. The only comfort was that the fellow next to him was worse off, barely even able to stand.

Keiya: Any ideas?

Iori: Tear him limb from limb, and make him scream.

Keiya: Easier said than done. Can you go back into the Riot of Blood?

Iori: No.......it's not something I can activate just like that. And besides, my body is already halfway shutdown. It's never lapsed into that state so many times in so few days.

Keiya: Then there's only one thing left to do.

Iori: Hit him as hard and as fast as we still can, and hope for the best.

Keiya: *Nods*

The two crouched down, and entered back into the fray. They acted as opposites. When Keiya kicked, Iori punched, a knee for an elbow, heabutt for a low blow. The method proved successful. Orochi hit nothing but air, while multiple shots slid past his defenses. The pair began to set things up for the clincher. A supercharged Dark Thrust buckled his legs, and a Kageyajiri to the chest toppled him backwards. He snorted, springing back up, and awaited what he hoped to a glorious show.

They didn't disappoint him. Iori started things off with Ura 108 Shiki: Ya Sakazuki, a tall pillar of flame blowing outwards. He then grabbed the god by the back of the head, and slammed him into the ground. Iori growled out his next move, and several explosions occured, each more powerful than the last. The young Yagami then leapt away from his hated foe, leaving Keiya open to execute what he'd been charging up for. Spirit Wards floated in the air, lines connecting them to form a pentagram. Keiya smiled lightly, and finished gathering power. He cupped his hands in front of himself, and fired. The large beam struck Orochi, and continued forward, drilling through his back. He tumbled forward, and lay motionless.

Keiya: Do me a favor. When you get to Hell, track down a demon named Mara. Then tell her I'm going to kick her ass soon enough. She'll know what you mean.

Orochi: Tell........her.....yourself.

Keiya: W-what?!

A disgusting noise filled the air, as Orochi's body knit back together. Bone mended, organs and sinew replaced themselves, dark blood pumped with renewed vigor. He climbed back to his feet once more, whiping some of the dark liquid from his face.

Orochi: Sorry to inconvenience you. But as you can see, I'm not quite ready to kick the bucket. I'd be happy to help you on your way, though.

He blurred, and reappeared in front of Keiya. Before the clan leader could react, a large fist rammed into his chest, breaking several ribs. He started to fall, but was held up. More punches homed in, bones being broken with each one. Finally, after more than half a minute, Orochi dropped the mangled corpse of what was once Keiya to the ground. He turned to Iori.

Orochi: Next.

Yagami had no time to prepare, and was blown from existance. The last thing he saw was the laughing face of a being gone mad.

Written by The Watcher 06-03-2003 11:46 AM

Spectator 1: Man, this is the best fight EVER.

Spectator 2: You said it, Joe. What do you think, friend?

"This is more than worth the price admission. Not that I paid it, of course. But the rest of you are sure getting your money's worth."

Written by Genma 06-04-2003 10:36 AM

Genma groaned, slowly gaining consciousness in the middle of a crater. He slowly got up, and looked around. Arngrim, Lucian, and Jun were facing off against Orochi, and managing to hold him off for the moment. That wouldn't last long, though. For all their power, they'd eventually tire. But their opponent wouldn't, drawing energy from who knew where. And he seemed to have an infinite supply of it to work with.

Danzaiver stood off to the side, fiddling with something on his mainframe. Gally was slumped over nearby him, a nasty gash across his forehead. Some huddled in groups, awaiting their turn to fight. Others were downed, either unconscious or too hurt to continue. Two questions came to Genma's mind; why did it feel like something was missing, and where was that burning smell coming from?

Alty limped over, looking as bad as Genma felt. He nodded to the blue-haired mage, and waited for a report.

Alty: Our assault isn't progressing as we'd hoped. None of our attacks seem to inflict any lasting damage, and he simply swats most of us away. The injuries we do manage to give him heal up within seconds, draining us more than anything else. I don't know how long we can keep this pace up.

Genma: Is there anything else we can do? Surely someone has a technique or two they haven't tried. Maybe a weapon they've been saving up for a rainy day?

Alty: Danzaiver is trying to get his ship back in working order. If he does, that firepower might be an essential part to taking him down. Supposedly it's strong enough to raize a medium sized continent. But he hasn't been able to achieve anything yet. So we're stuck spinning our wheels in place. And more of us fall each minute.

He hesitated, somewhat unsure how he'd break the next set of news to Genma. Alty doubted his companion would take it well. Giving up, he sighed, and started anyway.

Alty: There is one last thing.......however.

Genma: What's that? Something the matter?

Alty: It's about Keiya and Iori.......

Genma's sense of foreboding grew even stronger. Please be wrong about this, he thought to himself.

Alty: They attacked Orochi while you were out of it. It was an amazing thing, actually. Though they were both tired, they managed to make an impressive stand. Even blew a hole straight through that crazy bastard's torso. But........

Genma: He killed them, didn't he?

Alty: I'm sorry, neither of them had a chance. After their final strikes both were too sapped to even put up a passive defense. He beat Keiya to a pulp, and turned Iori to ash, far as we can tell. (He gestured towards a singed place 3 feet wide) They were very brave though.

Genma stood silently, then walked away, heading towards the battlefield. His aura enveloped him once more.

Alty: Genma?

He broke into a run, streaking full-tilt towards the person responsible for his friend's deaths. He hated the phrase, and had heard it too many times in his life. But here, it was appropriate. And he couldn't hold it back.

Genma: Bastard!

Electricity coursed over his body, as he tackled his foe, and slammed him down. He'd make him pay.

Genma: PREPARE TO DIE!

Written by Genma 06-04-2003 11:07 AM

The assembled warriors backed up, respectfully giving Genma room to vent his rage. Each of them knew how he felt, having lost comrades to death from time to time. It was never easy, but there were ways to deal with it. Some acted as if the person had never existed. Other quietly mourned, or chose to remember the good times shared. Then there were those who chose to express their grief in a different manner. By beating whatever had caused it into submission.

Genma: You insufferable-

*Bam*

Genma: egotistical-

*Crack*

Genma: psychotic-

*Boom*

Genma: piece of trash! What gives you the right to do this, huh?!? What gives you the right to just kill people as you please?! They were my friends! And you slaughtered them like they were cattle!

Orochi spat, blood falling to the white arena floor. He grinned a grin that would have made any metal patient proud.

Orochi: Don't you get it? You are cattle! You're here for nothing more than my amusement. Always have been, always will be. Accept it, and let nature take it's course. You've got no say in the matt-

Round upon round of reinforced ammo slammed into him, intterupting the speech. Genma fumed sliently, waiting for his foe to recover. Then emptied another several clips. Putting the enhanced weapons away, he initiated his next attack. The ultimate fighting technique in the world of Saga Frontier; The DSC. It was actually a combination of several others, creating one massively damaging move.

He evaded Orochi's punch, and slid down low. Using his inertia Genma flung his adversary upwards, into the air. Moments later joining him, and grabbing hold of the stunned god, Genma utilized a frankenstiener-style throw to plummet them both back down. At the last second he jumped away, leaving Orochi to crash heavily, forming a small crater. Wasting no time, and giving his opponent no chance to recover, Genma snagged one leg, and began swinging him around and around. Once he'd reached a fast enough speed, he let go, and the Orochi flew towards an arena wall at speeds way past mach.

*Smash*

Genma calmly walked forwards, readying several spells. He doubted even the DSC could put down a monster like that, and the mage needed to be prepared. The sky darkened considerably, an after-effect of one spell in particular. He stopped 15 feet from the newly created hole, and waited. Things were far from over.

Written by Genma 07-09-2003 01:39 PM

Several of the remaining spectators gazed upwards, curious. Why had the sky dimmed so rapidly? Dusk wasn't due for several hours now. Their mysterious companion seemed unworried, but that did little to calm them. They instinctively knew he was different, special in some way. Still, he had kept them safe, so far. That counted for something.

The being in question, the entity known as The Meddler, continued watching the events before him. He could sense the anxiety of his comrades, but paid it little attention. There was no need to worry, he would keep them from harm. Afterall, they were fellow surveyors (he hated the term 'watcher') themselves. What was a little protection amongst like-minded people?

That thought caused a slight chuckle to escape from his lips, further unsettling those nearby. Okay, so maybe they weren't that similar. He wasn't just here for the show, of course. There were boons to be gained here. Information, power, maybe even pawns. All it would take was cunning, work ethic, and a bit of patience.

And what could he possibly have more of?

Written by Genma 07-09-2003 02:21 PM

A hand appeared from the hole in the arena wall, followed shortly by the body attached to it. Orochi climbed out of the new cove he'd made, and glared at all those present. He was not a happy camper. His eyes settled on Genma, and narrowed. He began walking forward.

Orochi: Do you have any idea how much that hurt?! You filthy little sack of crap. I'm going to slaughter everyone here, and then make you watch as I raze this entire damn planet! The time for messing around is over! All of you are going up in smoke!

He reached out to grasp Genma's shirt, but found he couldn't. The person in front of him didn't feel solid. His hand passed right through. It took several moments before the answer came to him.

Orochi: An illusion........SHOW YOURSELF, SORCERER! STOP THIS GAME, AND FIGHT LIKE A WARRIOR! SO THAT YOU MAY DIE LIKE ONE!

A faint noise started near his flank, and he whirled. Nothing. Again, the noise was heard behind him, now stronger in volume. He recognized it as a chant. Magical power was gathering in the air. He snarled.

Orochi: You're only delaying the inevitable! Give me your best shot! I'll never stop!

Genma: If ye shall accept the benedictions of beauty, then, yea, let these chains of aster surround thee. Absolute Zero!

A shower of hail rained down upon the evil god, burying him underneath it. The mass then froze completely, becoming a solid chunk of ice. Genma faded into view some feet away.

Genma: Very well. Allow me to introduce you to one of my better spells. It should be especially effective against someone trapped in that particular elemental tomb. As the harmoniums of Asgard sound, their very melodies stir the ancient lightning to wake!

Those inside and outside the arena jerked their heads upward, in reaction to the ear-splitting roar coming from above the clouds. The creature slowly appeared, as if descending from the heavens. A skeletal dragon, electrical power given form, howled in fury. It spotted it's master, then the block of ice. A single gesture from Genma told everything. The mission was simple; annihilate those who stood in the magician's way.

It centered on the imprisoned Orochi, and charged.

Genma: Dragon Bolt!

Written by Watcher 07-10-2003 05:58 AM

[Meddler's thoughts]Oh, now it has gotten interesting! I wonder if he'll survive that. No that it matters. Even if he doesn't I still can salvage something useful from his destruction.[/thoughts]

Written by Genma 07-10-2003 03:47 PM

Genma's barrier flickered, protecting him from the last surges of energy. Finally, the Dragon Bolt lost power, and dissipated. A blackened crater remained in it's place, testament to the spell's destructiveness. Genma mumbled to himself.

Genma: The ice surrounding him should have acted as a magnifying property, increasing the spell's effect several times over. If he can absorb a force on that scale we're in big trouble.

Arngrim limped next to him, and peered over the edge of the crevice.

Arngrim: Think that did it? Is he gone?

Genma: Hard to tell. The entire fight he's either shrugged off or healed from everything thrown his way. And some very powerful techniques have been used. If they didn't do the job, why should this? Doesn't seem right. Wha-

A tendril of ebony shot from the pit, spearing Genma's companion through the chest. Arngrim looked down in shock, gurgled, then fell forward. Genma cursed and backpedaled.

Genma: Shit! I hate being right about these things!

Arngrim's body crumbled to dust, leaving only the tendril. It retracted, and rejoined it's host. Orochi looked over his clothing, tears and rips mending during inspection. Satisfied, he jumped up to ground level, and smiled.

Orochi: Tell me, how long can you keep pulling these tricks out of your hat? Surely you've got to run out of steam sometime.

Genma: About the same time you act like nice little villain and stay frickin' dead!

Orochi: Quaint. It appears your friends aren't so durable, however. Dropping like flies, they are. How sad.

Genma: You son of a- urk.......

Genma rolled into a ball on the ground, the pain temporarily too much for him to handle. Orochi lowered a hand, and placed it back in his pocket.

Orochi: Naughty, naughty. Such language is unbecoming of you, my dear friend. Learn to be more courteous to your betters.

He watched his victim for several moments. Genma was glowing lightly, various backup incantations activating to heal him. Shortly he'd be fully recovered. Orochi kicked him away.

Orochi: *Sneering* You don't get it, do you? No matter how many times you put me down, I'll get back up. Burn me, electrocute me, dump me in acid, freeze me, it doesn't matter. I'll come back. And the best thing is......

He ran up and booted Genma even harder.

Orochi: I'll come back stronger! Even my regular blows are starting to overwhelm you. The only thing keeping you in the game are your fake healing abilities. Pale imitations of the real thing. It's so pathetic I almost feel sorry for you.

*Punt* Genma flew nearly a hundred yards away, and lay still.

Orochi: Almost .

A slight humming noise filled the air, distracting him from his game. He glanced around, trying to find the source.

Orochi: Will someone please tell me what that infernal sound is?! It's beginning to get on my nerves!

None answered him, either because they were unconscious, too scared to move, or unwilling to give him the satisfaction. He growled, and gave the area a visual sweep once more. It was then that he noticed Danzaiver looking in his direction, expectantly.

Orochi: And what do we have here? One of the few yet to challenge me. But why is he fiddling with that device on his arm? What purpose does that serve?

A red light obscured his view, blinding him momentarily. He peered upwards, finding a large spacecraft hovering overhead. Danzaiver cheered triumphantly.

Danzaiver: Justice is served!

Orochi: What the fu-

Orochi, and everything within ten feet of him was instantly turned to slag.

Written by Genma 07-10-2003 05:29 PM

Danzaiver rushed over to Genma, and began checking wounds. Amazingly enough, the sorcerer's injuries were healing at a visible rate. Genma's eyes opened, and he blinked.

Genma: What happened? I don't feel so good.

Danzaiver: Orochi really did a number on you. If it'd lasted much longer I don't know if you'd have made it. The power boost he recieved must have been intense. Fortunately, I managed to get my ship's targeting systems back online. Our 'friend' is nothing more than plasma at the moment.

Genma: Forgive me.....for being a bit skeptical. I'm not sure if we have the power to keep that monster down.

Danzaiver: Hey, don't sell my ship short. You'd be amazed at what it can do.

Genma: Yeah, but I'm also aware of he can do.

The galaxy policeman followed Genma's line of view, and gaped. Orochi was slowly reforming in the middle of the blast area. The magma bubbling around him seemed to have no effect whatsoever. Dark energy pulsed through the air. Danzaiver nodded, and touched his control panel.

Danzaiver: I'll take care of this. Don't worry about it.

*Flash*

Another blast rained down from the ship, instantly disintegrating the being regenerating underneath.

*Flash*

*Flash*

Danzaiver: Let's see him get up from that.

Moments later the lower body of his target was already partially reforming. Danzaiver cursed, and upped the power of the ship.

70%

*Flash*

The mass of darkness took human form once more, at an even faster pace. Orochi's mouth formed, and he laughed. Danzaiver snarled in return.

Danzaiver: Fine. EAT THIS!

100%

*Flash*

Danzaiver had only used this much energy once, to exterminate the life from a continent on the planet Xerilla. The entire landmass had been filled with tyrants, experimenting with anti-matter technology that threatened to destroy large sections of the galaxy. He'd hated doing it, but it was necessary.

That same amount of power was now being concentrated into an area ten feet wide and tall.

He hoped that it would be enough.

Written by The Watcher 07-10-2003 05:47 PM

All through the above the Meddler watched with an admiring grin on his face. Or was it one of avarice?

[thoughts]He's almost as durable and resillient as I am. Oh, he will be useful.[/thoughts]

Written by Genma 07-11-2003 02:06 PM

The Orochi staggered, half of his upper body vaporized. Seconds later it regenerated. The ship overhead continued firing, but he was finding it increasingly easy to withstand the salvos. His power was growing exponentially, just a few more moments. There.

He tilted his head to the side, smirking at Danzaiver through the smoke and scorched air. Another shot rained down, but he stood unharmed. Their gambit had failed. Like he knew it would.

Orochi: You might as well stop,-*Flash*- as you've no doubt noticed by now your precious space vehicle is worthless. *Flash* All you're doing is wasting your time, and irritating me.

Danzaiver was silent, stunned that his plan didn't work. He may have doomed them all. But he didn't halt the barrage, hoping that by some fluke it would prove effective again.

No such luck.

Orochi lazily pointed upwards, undaunted by the energy hitting him point blank.

Orochi: Then allow me to help.

A small orb of power, perhaps the size of a pin head, appeared on the tip of one finger. Many could not make it out, so tiny was the sphere. But a feeling of dread washed over those in the arena, nontheless. Big things came in miniscule packages.

Orochi: Bang.

Danzaiver's ship exploded in a cloud of flame and debris. The shockwave knocking many of those still standing over. Only Orochi and a select few seemed unaffected. Pieces of the ship fell to the ground, no bigger than shards.

Orochi: And that, as they say, is that. Now what do you plan to do?

The galaxy policeman fell to one knee, still unable to speak. He didn't know where to go from here. His best weapon was gone. He had nothing left.

Genma: Distract him.

He turned to face his companion, who was crouched over as well.

Danzaiver: What?

Genma: Hold him off for a minute or two. I've got one thing left, but it needs time to prepare. I can't do it now.

Danzaiver: What could you possibly have that could stop that monster? He......he's......it's unreal...

Genma: My life.

Danzaiver: Your........

Genma: It's the only option I have left. None of this pleases me, but it's the only chance we have anymore. Just buy me some time.

Danzaiver: Alright. You'll get what you need. No matter the cost.

Genma: Thanks.

The two reached out, and shook hands.

Danzaiver: See you on the other side.

Genma: Likewise.

Genma closed his eyes, and began drawing in mana. While Danzaiver went to face his fate.

Written by Genma 07-11-2003 05:23 PM

One by one, each of them fell. Some lasted longer than others, but none more than three blows. Lenneth's remaining servants joined Danzaiver in his task, hoping to stall for every precious second. They punched, they kicked, they threw, bit and scratched. But in the end their foe was too powerful, too cunning. As the battle wore on he devised new and sadistic ways of ending their lives.

During all of this Genma sat nearby nearby the outskirts of the arena, waiting. He took his time, carefully drawing the energy needed. Ambient ki and mana were forcefully ripped from everything around him, and pumped into his body. Flowers wilted, trees died, hundreds of people waiting outside fainted.

Every body has a limit, a boundary, to how much power it can hold. Genma used various techniques, forbidden or forgotten, to override this. His was a dead man's quest, there was no hope to survive, anyway. So why not throw caution to the wind? Afterall, the old saying still applied, 'if you have to do it, make the explosion really f***in big'

He felt a slight surge, and knew it wouldn't be long now. His body had already gone past the safety point, and was rapidly degenerating. It wasn't made to take this kind of strain. He'd have to move fast.

Genma climbed to his feet, and started walking towards the battlefield. As he did several memories sprung to the forefront of his mind, similar to one's life 'flashing before their eyes'. He laughed at some, smiled at others, and ignored the unpleasant ones. In the end they only enforced his resolve. His duty was clear.

The sorcerer arrived just as Orochi was finishing off his opponents. Upon seeing him the dark god flung Mystina away, recognizing signs that the final showdown was now underway. He chuckled, and shook his head.

Orochi: My, my, look at you. I love the new appearance, does wonders. Glowing eyes, hair standing on end, the air distorting all around, it's like a total makeover. I'm sure the woman in the afterlife are just going to love you.

Genma said nothing, but slid into a defensive stance.

Orochi: What's the matter, cat got your tongue? What is it with you hero types and your infernal silence upon defeat?! First you do nothing but jabber, then you clam up once it's become appearant you can't win! Just like your friend in the mobile frame. Though I suppose he screamed loud enough near the end to make up for it.

His initial powers, the result of a government experiment.

Orochi: Well, I guess all things have to come to an end sometime, eh? Once I'm through with you there's only the few remaining stragglers to take care of. And the rest of the fighters in this world, of course. Wouldn't want to forget them.

Signing up for the task force on 'specials'

Accidentally helping Chief Defender go insane

Adventuring with Tanith and co.

Orochi: Y'know what I'm going to miss, though? The challenge. Who's going to be left to stop me? Ryo? Joe? *Snort*

Stumbling onto Lenneth's world. Meeting a goddess who he'd only heard of through fiction.

Meeting Keiya, a family debt, a friend

The tournament, a small version of himself, a mission for kami-sama, a goddess who looked like Kasumi, an evil being bent on destruction.

Orochi: Hey, are you even listening? I'm allowing you to live an extra few minutes, and you're not even paying attention!

Billions of people who counted on their protectors, to keep them safe.

Genma vanished, and reappeared directly in front of his foe, startling him. He backpedaled, but was too late to avoid being grabbed in a tight headlock. Orochi struggled, but was unable to get loose. Genma's voice was haggard, and soft.

Genma: It ends here. No one else dies but us.

Orochi: What are you talking about?! You really think you can stop me? Don't be delusional!

He sensed an enormous build up of energy, and for the first time realized just what Genma planned. Orochi increased his attempts to get free.

Genma: It's too late. Take your sins with you to Hell.

He triggered the power inside of him, and both disappeared in an awesome flash of light. The dome of energy spread for yards in every direction, destroying anything in it's path. The bodies of those who gave their lives turned to dust. Meddler and his group of spectators shielded themselves from the bright glare, only able to lower their arm after it faded moments later. Meddler nodded his head in a silent show of respect, that suicide attack had been several times more powerful than anything thrown since the tournament began.

When the smoke cleared Genma lay on the ground, totally spent, his lifeforce slowly leaving. He smiled, and looked towards the sky.

Genma: How'd you like that....stupid bastard....

His eyes closed, and he let out one last breath.

Unseen by him or any of the others, save the Meddler, a speck of black began to grow.


And in another section of the arena, a portal opened.

Written by Genma 07-11-2003 06:17 PM

Lenneth emerged from the portal, and immediately knew something was wrong. Her connection to several Einjerjar had been severed. She should have been able to feel them, but their minds were blank.

More disconcerting were the other things she noticed. The arena was virtually abandoned. No one walked through the halls, or manned the booths. The only sign of life was a distant murmuring. It originated towards the tunnel exit, leading to the combat area. She intended to go there anyway, this just provided more urgent reason.

As she neared the hallway's end, her senses registered an entity of pure evil in the vicinity. It could only be one thing, the creature they'd been sent here to stop. The Orochi. And if it was already loose.........

She broke into a run, hoping what she feared hadn't come to pass.

Written by Genma 07-11-2003 06:34 PM

The drop of blackness started out small, but quickly grew to large proportions. It writhed and morphed, taking on a humanoid shape. Eventually the body of the Orochi was whole, once more. He worked the kinks out of his neck, then glanced down at the body of his fallen adversary.

Orochi: I salute you, Genma. Any more power and that probably would have done the trick. Who knew you had that kind of ability in you? Pity you had to die to pull it off. We could have made a pretty good duo. Aw well.

He raised a hand, and vaporized the corpse. Then watched respectfully as the wind carried the ashes away.

Orochi: Figured you deserved a proper send off. I owe you that much. Afterall, recovering from that made me the strongest being on the planet.

A surge of holy energy interrupted his train of thought. His brows furrowed, as he tried to decipher what that meant. Who in this world held that much power? It dwarfed his own! Then it came to him; it was the goddess. Genma's little girlfriend. And he'd just killed her boytoy. Crap.

Written by Genma 07-11-2003 07:32 PM

To say Lenneth was pissed is beyond an understatement. She was livid. She'd used her power to view the timeline of events since her departure, and witnessed everything. The Einjerjar being struck down like dogs, countless innocents being killed or maimed in the name of entertainment, Genma's allies destroyed one at a time........her beloved.......

The goddess growled, and activated a portion of herself sealed away for over a decade. The truest form of Creation. Something Loki had feared, even after his unholy ascension.

She would use everything in her power to make this heathen pay! He would be torn limb from limb, dissected, healed, then dissected again! Lenneth would make sure he felt the pain of all those massacred. The pain Genma felt!

Lenneth caught sight of her target, and drew her sword. Wings made of light surrounded her momentarily, then vanished, leaving behind several protective barriers.

Orochi: The goddess. At last we finally meet. The only two beings on this pitiful world that know the true meaning of the word 'power'.

Lenneth: Hold your tongue, defiler of souls. Though my followers were not strong enough to defeat you, I will not allow anymore bloodshed. I will see that you pay for your crimes. In spades.

Orochi: Funny, someone else said almost the exact same thing to me. And he ended up nothing but a cold body.

Lenneth: *Grim* You...... overstep your bounds...... I will teach you the lesson in humility so strongly needed, godling.

Orochi beckoned her, safe in the knowledge he had thrown up almost every defensive shield known through human history. Magic, ki, pure force, elemental, nothing was especially effective against him anymore.


She teleported in front of him, and smashed through his protections like they were made of toilet paper. Her first blow hacked off one arm, the next gouged out a hunk of his chest. He fell backwards in shock, willing the wounds to regenerate.

But nothing happened.

Orochi: What have you done to me?! My power.....it....

Lenneth: I reside on a tier of power the likes you can't even begin to comprehend. Your kind are as far below me as regular mortals are below you. I hold within me the power of Creation itself! It is my job to hold my universe together. To make sure of it's continued existance.

Her eyes narrowed.

Lenneth: All you live for is to cause misery. Therefore, no one will mourn if you are erased from history.

Orochi: NEVER!

He charged her in an attempt to land a lethal blow. His only chance rested in managing to catch her off guard. It was not to be. Lenneth sidestepped his attack, and launched him into an arena wall. Before he could recover, her sword pierced his midsection, holding him in place.

Lenneth: While I look forward to your agony, it will not take place in that body. Your host is a dear friend of my beloved, and I will not see him suffer as well.

She raised one hand, and drove it into his chest. Orochi screamed in pain, doubling over despite the weapon pinning him. His skin tone faded, and hair color reverted back to it's original shade. Lenneth retrieved her hand, clutching a black mass. The essence of the Orochi. Chief Defender, now free of possesion, slumped to the ground unconscious. The goddess gestured, and his wounds were healed.

Lenneth: Now as for you, my pitiful dark lord........

The spirit was gone. Vanished from her palm. She swept the area with her senses, but could find no trace. By Odin, where could it be?!

A sharp pain in her head revealed the answer. She cried out, sinking to her knees. A familiar voice arrogantly began lecturing to her.

Orochi: Tsk, tsk. All this power, and you can't even keep yourself protected from a 'lower' being like me. Why, you act as if you've never encountered a dark parasite before. Nasty little things, aren't we?

She cursed him, trying to rally her remaining willpower. It was true, she'd never encountered something like this. He couldn't match even a thousandth of her ability, but that mattered little in a battle of the inner self. He could effectively turn her against herself, destroying the body and mind from the inside out. Which is exactly what he was doing. The fact he had multiple unfamiliar energy sources stymied her even further. One of them resembled the power that Nemo girl liked to use. The others were of a darker source. More than likely from the underworlds of this dimension. Which she had no idea how to combat.

Orochi: Y'know, I could get to like this body. Your power, combined with mine, heh, I get excited just thinking about it. And thanks to your memories, I now know there's an infinite number of universes to try my new limits in. Future's looking bright, it is. At least for me.

She scolded herself for neglecting mental defenses. She'd thought her natural immunity from being a goddess would protect her. While it did against almost all forms, there were certain types that could still prove effective. He'd used one of them. She swore to herself this weakness would be rectified soon!

Orochi: How touching. Too bad there's not going to be a 'soon' for you, honey.

Written by The Watcher 07-12-2003 12:32 AM

And then Orochi turned to face the Meddler and the his entourage with a malevolent grin that looked horribly unnatural on Lenneth's face. Several of the spectators, who had all so far watched all the proceedings simply with delight and unconcern, actually began to worry. The Meddler, however, remained perfectly calm.

Orochi: And you, you mortal wreches! You shall be the first victims of my rampage across all infinity! What do you have to say to such an honor?

Meddler: I say you should shut your mouth and quit acting like a disrespectful braggart in the presence of your betters, you simple minded buffon.

Orochi was momentarily stunned speachless at such effrontery. A mere mortal dared to address him that way. He then snarled with rage when he finally recovered from the shock.

Orochi: MORTAL FOOL! YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOU WORDS WITH PAIN UNIMAGINABLE!

As Orochi raised his hand to unleash his power upon the mortal who had dared to defy him his expression went from anger to surprise as he found he could not. Meanwhile the Meddler simply sat there and laughed. Laughed because the Orochi had absorbed the Mako energy from Nemo early in the fight and thus had become totally under his control.(1) For when the Mako Energy was first harvested by Pell long ago, the Meddler had taken the opportunity to have his people subtly alter it before it reached her.

A resonance signature had been imprinted into it, one that would render the energy ultimately and totally responsive to the Meddler's Will. Furthermore, he knew that Pell would not be satisfied with the power she had reaped, but would seek out more, so he let her go seek it, with the knowledge that any gained would also have the imprint encoded into it as it intermingled with the Mako Energy, thus letting Pell gather more power for him. Which now meant the Orochi and all his power was totally and utterly under his control. (2)

Meddler: Somehow I don't think so. I think you'll be the one feeling the pain. And there won't be any "rampaging throughout infinity" for you. Don't fret though, you shall still get to travel from world to world. But only to do my bidding.

Suddenly Lenneth found herself free as Orochi was violently expelled from her body. The spirit then flowed toward the Meddler, only to forced to hover before him as it writhed in agony.

Orochi: Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh! The pain! The pain!

Meddler: That's for daring to raise your hand against me, as well as for your annoying attitude of superiority. Maybe now you'll learn the proper respect for humanity.

Orochi: Who...what...are...you?

Meddler: Why, your new lord and master, of course. Now bow down before me!

And totally unable to disobey, the Orochi did just that, as the Meddler laughed in triumph.

Meanwhile Lenneth had recovered from her ordeal, and turned to address her liberator.

Lenneth: Thank you for freeing me from such a loathesome creature! Who do I owe my gratitude to? And how were you able to free me from him?

Meddler: Who am I? Just someone concerned with humanity, who wouldn't want to see gutter crash like this destroy it.

Orochi screamed in agony as the Meddler inflicted a jolt of pain to emphasize his last remark

Meddler: You could call me a...Guardian. As to how I did this, I'm afraid I can't tell you. Trade secret.

Written by Genma 07-17-2003 12:22 PM

From an army consisting of dozens of warriors, Mystina was the sole survivor. She alone withstood Orochi's horrible onslaught, which had killed the last remaining members of the defense force some minutes ago. Her senses, before they finally shut down, told her even Genma had fallen. Their biggest hope had killed himself for nothing.

Her body was now unresponsive, ceasing to function properly. It was clearly on it's last legs. Though she still lived, that doubtlessly wouldn't be the case for long. Her mana was depleted, item supply exhausted, and wounds littered her form. She couldn't even gather enough energy and will to raise an arm. The only option left to her was to wait. Wait for the end.

A voice spoke in her mind. She paid it little attention, merely jotting it down to delusions. Afterall, who knew the strange things a person experienced while they died. But the voice continued to bother her, growing louder in strength and intensity. Then it shouted her name, and she could ignore it no longer.

Lenneth: Open your eyes, and look at me, my Einjerjar. We have much to discuss. That is a command to you. Do it now.

Mystina responded slowly, cracking open one eye lid. She instantly recognized the form in front of her, though it was slightly blurred.

Mystina: L.....Lenneth. You came.

Lenneth: Yes, though it appears I arrived too late. Everyone is dead, save for you. That will have to be rectified. But first, we must get you back on your feet.

The sorceress barely registered a palm being rested on her chest. Moments passed, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body. Bones knit, muscles firmed, wounds closed, magical power returned, stronger than ever. Mystina's eyes opened fully, and she sat up with a groan. Her head hurt something fierce. She glanced up at her savior. Lenneth looked perfect as always, testament to her station as a goddess.

Mystina: Thank you for assisting me. That was most....unpleasant.

Lenneth: I would imagine so. Dying the first time is a terrible ordeal for most mortal souls. Going through the process a second time....is probably much worse.

Lenneth's Einjerjar climbed to her feet, and surveyed the area. The arena was trashed. It had suffered tremendous damage during the battle. Just as she and her compatriots had. Speaking of them.......

Lenneth seemed to read her mind, and started towards what was left of the fighting platform. She called back to Mystina over her shoulder.

Lenneth: Come along, we have lost souls to repair anew.

Written by Genma 07-17-2003 12:49 PM

Restoring the arena itself proved to be no problem at all. Lenneth snapped her fingers, and the duo watched as the damage reversed itself. Holes and craters vanished, the stands glistened like they were brand new, and even the platform looked untouched. The goddess took a moment to remove the symbol embedded underneath them, lest another creature like the Orochi be released. Now it was time for the trickier part. The living beings that had been exterminated.

Lenneth floated into the air, spreading her arms, and gathering the power of Creation. It responded, and she drew the appropriate amount. Then set to work. The results were almost immediate. All over the arena hazy forms began to appear. Men and women, the young and the old, simply popped into the existance. Many panicked, remembering their last moments on Earth. Each of them had been killed by a monster seemingly from their own nightmares. So why were they here now?!

Then they all looked upward, and spotted the beautiful woman in the sky. They fell silent, watching and wondering what would happen next. Was she the one who had brought them back? If so, why? And how? Who could possess that kind of power?

The aura surrounding her faded, as her task drew to an end. Below her over a couple dozen new beings burst into existance. These were special, the protectors. Those who had sacrificed themselves to stop the Orochi. Many were her warriors, the Einjerjar. Those who had served with her for years. The others were no less important, each a fighter battling for the fate of I-Praseru. Struggling to vanquish the immortal known as Ihadurca.

In the center of the mass stood the man who she loved. He smiled up at her, and winked. Genma was back. The enemy had been defeated. Casualties no longer existed. And the arena was back to new.

All was well.

Written by Genma 07-18-2003 12:34 PM

The newly resurrected audience had quickly left, save for a few who hung back to thank Lenneth. While they ran into the crowded parking, Genma thought about the situation. The damage and inherent chaos factor had been dealt with, leaving only the immediate problem. The local law enforcement officials had the arena surrounded, and they more than likely weren't pleased. While he could try explaining everything, that could cause more hassle than it's worth. Interrogations, legal tape, maybe even court orders to stay nearby. Genma wanted nothing to do with it. He wouldn't be tied down by some pissant authorities who left all the fighting to people like Terry or Kyo. No, it was time to go.


Lenneth strode over, having finally gotten away from the crowd of grateful people. Mystina followed close behind, unusually silent.

Genma: The police and national guard waiting outside are getting restless. We seem to have worn out our welcome. I suggest we vacate the arena, and soon.

The goddess said nothing, instead drawing him into a kiss. He struggled at first, then relaxed into it, beginning to enjoy himself. Nearly half a minute passed before he was allowed to come up for air.

Lenneth: Very well, I shall open the portals. However, after this is over you and I shall have a little chat.

Mystina giggled, much to Genma's annoyance, and went to catch up with the retreating goddess. Genma simply stood there, motionless. Eventually a smile broke across his face.

Genma: Heh, I still got it.

Written by Genma 07-18-2003 01:02 PM

Iori and Keiya ignored those around them, something each had plenty of practice with, and silently regarded one another. A bond of sorts had formed between them, strengthening during the events of the tournament. Starting during the initial battle, and solidifying in the suicide run against Orochi. Though their tactics and personalities differed, the end still justified the means. That view they both held close.

Their unique form of companionship meant verbal conversation wasn't needed. A few gestures, and the message was clearly communicated. Keiya extended one hand, and they shook.

Keiya: Until a later time, then. Keep your training up, I may decide to challenge you again. And then I won't hold back so much.

Iori: Heh, like it'll make much of a difference in the outcome. You'll get yours, old man. Count on it.

The Yakuza clan leader nodded, and turned to join his group. They all waved to Genma briefly, then stepped through the now open portal. I-Praseru lay on the other side.

Iori watched them leave, then turned towards the arena gates. The life of a wanderer never stops, even for something like this. Besides, Kyo was still out there somewhere.

Written by Genma 07-18-2003 01:35 PM 07-18-2003 01:55 PM

Mystina: My lady, what would you have us do upon arrival in Asgard? The other gods and Einjerjar will surely be questioning us concerning your whereabouts. What will I tell them?

Lenneth: Tell them I have matters that are of the utmost importance, and can't be bothered at the moment. My soon-to-be husband and I need to touch bases, as it were. Do not worry, my word will be enough to satisfy them. Now you must go, spread the news that Asgard's queen, and her warriors are safe.

Mystina: As you command.

The goddess nodded to each of her Einjerjar, and beckoned them to step through the glistening hole in reality. Asgard stood at the wormhole's exit, calling to each of them. They smiled, and rushed through. As the portal closed Lenneth heard the faint sounds of a celebration. She chuckled, and went to find her beloved.

Lenneth found Genma nearby a set of stands, talking to their strange benefactor. Genma seemed somewhat wary, while the guardian grinned brightly. As she closed in snippets of the conversation caught her ears.

Genma: -ou sure you can deal with him? The Orochi isn't exactly like a pet hamster, y'know. Feeding him pellets and putting out a bowl of water won't work. If you want, Lenneth could take him with her. It'd be no trouble.

???: There's no problem. I'm used to dealing with beings of this magnitude. The trick is knowing how to......control them. And it's a talent of mine that I'm able to. So you see, there's no need to be worried. Our 'friend' is in good hands.

Genma: What I want to know, is why didn't you take care of him sooner? If you had the ability, why not capture him upon arrival?

???: It's not that simple, nothing is these days. I needed to wait for an exact moment, one where he'd have his defenses down. The time period during his taking over of your lovely valkyrie was perfect suited for my needs. Not to mention the adapting I needed to do.

Genma: Adapting?

???: Quite so. As you well know, this 'Orochi' had multiple energy signatures. The creatures I'm used to dealing with contained one, maybe two. Therefore, I needed time to acclimate myself to the point where I could handle it.

This wasn't really true, but the Meddler didn't wish to reveal the real reason. That would probably only upset them. Not a wise move considering the situation. Why make enemies of those who you could call allies someday? Besides, Lenneth seemed to take the explanation in stride. No doubt because of her problem with the Orochi.

Now he knew exactly what his new minion could do. His strengths, weaknesses, and quirks. He'd probably be a bit stronger upon full regeneration, but that was only an added bonus. That, and the goddess now owed him a personal favor. Advantageous, indeed. The plan had carried itself out better than he thought possible.

Genma shrugged his shoulders, and turned away from the odd man. No skin off his nose. If the guy wanted to risk his life looking after the demon god, who was he to argue? There were more pressing matters at hand, anyway.

Genma: Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?

Lenneth: I would prefer if we discussed this somewhere else. Away from others.

Genma: Ah, okay. Easily enough done. *Turning to the group of spectators, and disguised Meddler* Sorry folks, but we've really got to be going now. Personal stuff, and all that jazz. You understand, right?

Meddler: No problem, don't let us stop you. It was nice meeting you. And Ms. Lenneth, hopefully we will cross paths again sometime.

Lenneth: Most definitely. Should you be in the need of my services, contact me, and I shall help out in any way possible. You have my word on that.

Meddler: I will hold you to that, ma'am. Hopefully it won't be necessary. Until then, I bid you farewell.

Lenneth bowed in return to the goodbye, and hooked arms with Genma. The sorcerer carried a still comatose Chief Defender over his right shoulder. As the trio faded away, Meddler turned to his compatriots with a grin.

Meddler: So, how did you like the show? Did it suit your thirst for action?

Person 1: Gotta say, probably the best fight I've ever seen. Hot babes, big explosions, swords, ships, guns, magic, it had the works!

Person 2: Yeah, but so little fan service. Why couldn't the main villain have been a very well endowed female? Preferrably with a lust for slaves! Why kill, when you can have a harem?!

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Thump*

The others recovered from punching P2 into unconsciousness, and turned back to Meddler.

Person 3: Not bad, not bad at all. I especially like the whole resurrection thing. It was hilarious how freaked some of the people got when they came back. I thought I was going to fall over laughing!

Person 1: Hey, you'd be pretty out of it too if you'd just been brought back to life!

Person 3: I wouldn't act like a wuss like them, that's for sure.

Person 4: Yeah, right Carl. Remember that time at your 27th birthday? You were real brave then.

Person 3: Hey! I told you never to mention that!

The group began arguing, save for P2, who was still out of it. Meddler sighed. Sometimes it was so hard to get good opinions.

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