Lethal Weapon (Aerotica & Kai vs Cain & Kappy)

『𝘡𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘎-𝘡𝘗𝘚𝘏𝘏』

The supermassive door flung up vertically as the hydraulics embezzled with the function screamed in agony from its sheer amount of weight. The sweet smell of churned and broiled motor oil filled the entirety of the cockpit much like coffee would. Metallic clanking took the form of typical footsteps and soon enough a silhouette conjured from what seemed to be nothingness. The ship appeared to be stationed close to a red giant as if the hull plausibly relied solely on the power the giant ball of plasma emitted. Faint, corresponding beeps and whirls transmuted within the cockpit of the ship as their temperatures stabilized as well as prepared for launch to other worlds than these.

The dreadful intercom rang across the cockpit and called for another deployment -- model 23, who is also known as Sol or Ryan Hyperia. He is the prince of the Hyperian society as his father is the Dictator pertaining to the intergalactic city-state.

// "MODEL 23 PREPARE FOR DEPLOYMENT - EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY" //

The only thing the android could do is softly exhale in displeasure, his mood becoming distasteful and otherwise spoiled. He had barely even begun to drink his scolding beverage and instead placed it down onto the table before him. He had literally just gotten back from completely outfitting a company on Mars and his metallic frame was living proof of this. His hardened chest frame appeared to be tattered with a variety of different skid marks as well as tiny and minuscule indentations deriving from projectiles of some sort. Multiple rubber seals could be seen almost falling off of the solid part of the frame as if the thermal paste had finally worn off. After excusing himself from the council he made his way towards the intergalactic transit but before he did so he needed to repair his damages.

Small volts of bioelectricity beaded across a room in particular, the room being lit a faint and subtle teal pigmentation as it appeared to be extremely conductive in the presence of the Hyperian people. The machine was similar to a dry-cleaning service as it massly produced a multiple of different appendages and torsos for the society it withheld. A small claw would have reached down as it magnetized itself with Ryan's CLOUD neurolink as it was placed within the body of an identical embodiment. Upon his consciousness reactivating, small black cylinders known as servo capacitors emitted a scorching trail of steam as his core began to spin. Such an rpm was detrimental to him being able to exist on physical plane such as this one considering that the plasma coursing through his veins needed proper stability.

"Now let's see which wasteland we're onto next.." A small HUD illuminated within the center of his photonic lenses, giving him a satellite view of the uncharted territory. The landscape appeared to be similar to the one in which he had just come from, however, this cityscape got the male's excitement to grow immensely. Small amounts of radiation peered from his central core as the rpm increased dramatically which symbolized that now his systems were up and running -- the thermoelectric generators gaining a sufficient amount of heat to suffice. With a spring in his step after his servos completely coordinated with the rest of his body, he made his way towards the transit where he'd be deployed utilizing the fabric of space and time.


𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙻 - 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃

Shrouded from the heavens, an iridescent and almost blinding array of strobe lights pierced the clouds from above which practically burned the hardened surface of the planet. However, the eradication of water vapor wasn't the worst to come. Almost instantaneously after the strobes dispersed a massive crater appeared as a result of these heavenly lights. Stranded in the center appeared to be extremely robust strands of air waves, the very molecules appearing to vibrate violently as the regions kissing his metallic frame ionized. A delayed shockwave was produced much louder and destructive than his opposition's as it ripped up loose pieces of the road in which he landed upon which included weak architectural investments.

Ryan was never one for working with others or even fighting alongside anyone besides his specific race of people. An extra dimensional sonar pulsed freely upon the planet, functioning similar to that of an advanced beacon. Echolocation was prominent in this source of equipment as it could easily pick up faint and even the most subtle movements generated through motion of any kind. The sound itself sounded as if a species of whale existed IN SPACE! The powerful infrasound was only a passive of his arrival, somewhat weakening molecular bonds it came into contact with by reverberating simultaneous vibrations in a variety of directions. Upon standing up and edging closer to the perimeter of the crater more of his features began to be exposed in the presence of the reality's essence. He was gifted holy strands of dirty-blonde hair, the plastic matrices being an alienated species of nanites that feed off of the supplementing source of bio electricity. He was obviously royal amongst his family and culture considering the ocular lenses he beheld, especially the pigmentation. They glistened a profound gold hue which appeared to be intertwined with life-like, purple vessels. The aforementioned conduits often pulsated their dictated color, almost in a neon manner. In terms of embodiment he took on the typical ectomorph body format which allowed for his myomers to contract and be more revealed in the form of human-like muscles.

He is a literal star or at least the embodiment of one -- most races could never keep up with the Hyperian's technology. They learned to quite literally manipulate the size and shape of stars that they came across. So much that one of Ryan's cores was a supermassive, condensed red-giant intertwined with the very elements gods ceased to breathe as proactive substance or essence. The gravity surrounding his body flowed through spatial space as if it was water, being able to be pushed outwards or inwards depending upon the situation. A loud hover was heard after his initial arrival, the previous battleship he was on hugging close to the edge of the troposphere. However, for some reason it glistened as if an unseen energy pulsated amongst its surface much in the same way Ryan's irises glistened without fault.

Tapping into his neuro-link, he could feel his opposition subconsciously as well as he could see what he saw and vice versa. This meant there was almost no need to verbally communicate to one another when they could telepathically verbalize. He could even go as far as 'feeling' the energy that kissed his biological skin. Ryan himself couldn't feel the same way a human could but it often appeared in the form of pressure pulses as well as the HUD within his consciousness providing some environmental awareness. After the infrasound scouring the city before them, their opponents were highlighted based on the elements that made up their entire physical embodiment in the form of a complex color-code sequence. His influence expanded rapidly but stopped after only around ten feet total, allowing his aetherik conduits to drift a bit throughout the matter he came into contact with.

『 Sol Essence : 100%, Stable
Sol Core : Max RPM, Stable
Distance from Opps : 150 Meters』

{BGM: “Pandemic”}

“I hunger, Ishida…”

Having lived far longer than typical mortals and even some beings claiming to be “Gods”, Ishida was considerably more than he appeared to be. Physically he appeared to be quite strong, but strong fighters—even the really strong ones—were apparently a dime a dozen in this day and age. In terms of his ether-power, there wasn’t the overwhelming or oppressive well of vast power one might expect. Instead, thanks in no small part to the aid of the J.R.S, Ishida came off as average in terms of his power. Some might call it chi, others ki, and more refer to it as mana or spiritual power; truthfully, Ishida was something else entirely. Here he had just piledrove an enormous train halfway across the galaxy and onto a planet, like it was all just one big joke.

Standing before him was a woman whose rage amplified her slumbering power to impressive heights. Fire burned in her eyes, and if he were an ordinary ‘man’, Ishida might think the sweltering heat smothering the planet was made worse by her presence as well. He knew without being told or asking, exactly why the woman was upset, and yet chose to feign ignorance anyway. While he asked the girl to let him take a peek at what she had to offer, both Ishida and The Overlord detected the arrival of another life signature, though that was no significant feat. Sure, there was nothing that could escape Ishida’s awareness, the Crimson Eye ensured it, as it not only enabled him to make adjustments in high-speed situations, but the array of grays served other purposes. Every twinge of power, or speck of dust caused variations in the hues, which effectively marked all matter, energy and their counterparts. What this meant was that the usual methods warriors often relied on to detect another fighter’s presence, or other such gimmicks were completely unnecessary for the Super-Demon. Quite literally, he could see everything he needed to from anywhere, and yet this significant gift wasn’t explicitly required. The second lifeform arrived through an opening in space-time a paltry one-hundred meters away, off to the West, whilst he was addressing the gorgeous meatbag in front of him.

Initially, Ishida saw no cause to react. Where there was one bitch in heat, dogs were sure to follow. BLADE undoubtedly sent their best-looking pair of tits out as bait and planned to send the rest of the dogs in to surround him. It was a tired old tactic that could be found at the base of any carnal species, and for all of their self-righteous bullshit about Gods and Heavens, humans were nothing more than animals. Animals which infested the cosmos far and wide, conquering entire worlds in the name of some false deity likely little more than an imp playing tricks. Perhaps the only aspect of the others’ arrival that bore any significance was their decision to land where they did. The apparent earthquake was lost in the sea of aftershocks following Ishida’s own arrival. Finally, with the explosion that followed the impact of Ishida’s arrival having flattened the surrounding area for several kilometers in every direction, there was nowhere for would be attackers to hide.

How odd then, that an alleged ally of the girl before him would land where they did. Too far to be of any threat. Too close to escape their fate to die however Ishida deemed fit. Whoever operated the transporter they used deserved to be fired. Nevertheless, several seemingly trivial events transpired in nigh simultaneous fashion.

“PERISH YOU FUCKING IMBICILE!!!”

Ishida remained silent as he shifted the cigarette between his lips, exhaling a thin yet large cloud of smoke. Amidst the rumbling aftershocks and seemingly volatile winds invading their region, the finer details of the smoke were likely to be lost. The faint coloration of the particulates was a mixture of red and yellow with traces of dark green, signifying that Ishida had in fact released a number of Demon’s Blood Particles when he exhaled. As he did so, the girl launched the object she had retrieved moments after his arrival at him, surrounded by magic-fire. Fire that was identical to the flames dancing in her squinty little eyes.

The device raced to collide with his center-torso and did so with considerable speed. If that fire touched him, hell Ishida figured it might even sting a little, but he had no intention of allowing that to happen. Just as it approached his reach, he casually swept his sword bearing left hand through its intended path. This forced the flaming device to instead collide briefly with his hand, and yet the interaction bore evidence of a troubling truth should one be possessed of enough acuity to see. For not only did Ishida’s hand intervene, but the device also passed through the lingering Demon’s Blood Particles, all of which were entirely under the Super-Demon’s control.

Where searing flames and other similarly harsh conditions might burn away or repel particulate matter of a gaseous nature, such would not become of these. Instead, the particles appeared to bond with the remote, the power which smothered it, and persisted. A subtle exchange that the girl herself would more than likely miss, blinded as she was to her rage, as well would the other. The BLADE Bitch’s hound located West of their position became the new target of her abandoned remote lit aflame, smothered in unseen particles harboring the source of a most cruel death. As was previously mentioned however, the remote becoming a vehicle for his blood particles was not the only detail worth noting.

Most of the time, Ishida appeared far too chaotic and unintelligent to be capable of subtlety. This often led to the early demise of those foolish enough to think they could avoid becoming his next meal, and it wasn’t their fault. Ishida simply didn’t concern himself with flashy special moves or techniques; instead, the Super Demon only saw one constant: combat. If he was nothing else, Ishida was a master of fighting, regardless of the setting. This in mind, when he smacked the flaming remote with his Zeranium hand, it should have either exploded in more fire or crumbled to pieces. Afterall, Zeranium was effectively impervious, especially when compared to more traditional materials, and the entirety of his arms were forged of the stuff. This, combined with his peerless physical strength and a repertoire developed and honed across several millennia made each and every move he executed a lethal event.

Striking the flaming remote at the exact point upon its surface to redefine its inertia, the device was subsequently launched at the newest arrival’s location with considerably greater velocity than it originally possessed. Doing so with the back of his hand, Ishida kept his left arm suspended before him while flipping the blade overhand, rotating his wrist to orient its point in the same direction as the newcomer, albeit just above. Loosening his hold slightly the point of the blade fell the miniscule distance required to bring it onto the exact plane of the newcomer’s skull. The instant it reached this plane, Ishida extended his thumb and fully released the blade, resulting in it being launched with extraordinary speed and force. Such was its velocity were the sands and surrounding air subjected to a massive sonic boom as it broke the speed barrier multiple times over. The severity of this transcendence brought likewise destruction in delayed fashion. With the target of both the remote and the pursuant sword lying a mere one-hundred meters away, the distance would be traversed in a fraction of a second. The remote wrapped in the flames imbued by the woman, carrying the blood particles released by Ishida and traveling with enough force to render most armors ineffective, the newcomer had quite a nasty assault to deal with.

The most logical course would see Ishida’s God-Fear impale the newcomer just a moment after the remote should have impacted him. Instead, Ishida tapped into his connection with The Overlord to command it to stop some five meters away from its target. There, it would remain suspended in the air, blade still aimed at the target’s face, and it would do nothing. As for what kept the blade afloat, it was a simple matter of The Overlord releasing a small portion of the virtually infinite ether it had consumed since its creation. This of course meant that the blade was capable of maneuvering itself however it saw fit, without the need for Ishida to directly control it through something akin to telekinesis. With that, Ishida seemed to keep his eyes centered on Delta as he lowered his left arm to his side.

Though only a miniscule length of time had passed, Ishida managed to address several ‘concerns’ within that span. The momentary period of razor-sharp focus would not go unnoticed, though it quickly gave way to a state of aloofness as he lifted his eyes from the girl and inhaled deeply. He paused before exhaling in full, then started to pace around the girl, keeping a healthy distance between the two. Each heavy footfall disturbed the sand beneath his boots, thick swells of black sand appearing for but an instant before vanishing below the blood-red sands. Additionally, thin trails of the bloodstained sands began ascending upward along the Super-Demon’s legs, continuing up his torso before turning sharply to travel down his arms. The trails of sand pooled into the palms of his presumably lifeless hands. The process was continuous, with the pools of sand in his palms swirling in opposing directions in either hand.

“Ha ha ha ha…WUNDERBRA!”

Rather than attack his enemy like any normal warrior would, Ishida simply kept pacing in circles around the girl instead. With every step, more of the peculiar ‘black sand’ manifested beneath his feet and likewise vanished beneath the surface. The longer he paced, the more of the bloodstained sand gathered into his hands, which Ishida raised by lifting his arms and bending them at the elbow. For someone apparently sent here to kill her and all of her friends, he didn’t seem to be paying attention to her whatsoever. Shortly after his stated delight, he started laughing again. It was no small coincidence that the crimson spheres in his shoulders, and the embedded lines found running down the sides of his arms, all increased in brightness simultaneously.

“I wonder if that crazy bastard did this on purpose!? Man, I gotta buy that guy a drink when I get back. This is fuckin’ perfect!”

“There’s…history here. A bloody history.”

“YOU’RE GODDAMNED RIGHT THERE IS!”, Ishida began shouting, the volume of his voice rising as his excitement spiked. A pulse of some unseen force whose origins were too obscured to determine caused the ascending sands to gather more quickly. As it did, so too did several strands of bloody sand start ascending up his forearms, now gathering into spiral shaped pools just above the scars on the underside of his wrists.

“HEY YOU WITH THE TITS! YOU EVER FUCK IN A BLOODBATH BEFORE?! HAHAHA!”

While Ishida’s excitement boiled over, perhaps the Beautiful Bitch of BLADE would begin to notice Ishida’s presence beginning to suffocate her from every conceivable direction. The Black-Sand Gravija wasted no time invading their immediate area, extending dozens, perhaps hundreds of meters down in mere seconds. Maybe his chaotic outward appearance was just one big ruse while he employed underhanded, indirect tactics right beneath everybody’s noses!?

[ Ουράνιο σώμα | " The Heavenly Body. " ]

A celestial from the cosmos he was, harmonic in the face of battle like his kin - their preposterous attitudes serving as a disservice to the species as a whole in the form of ignorance. He had directly fallen into an uncharted..territory? His satellite appeared to have failed which was likely because of the cataclysmic space orbit throwing off the meta frequencies it may have released at any given time. But aha! Such simple mistakes are easily fixable especially when you are a technomancer by nature. Mere nanoseconds after his heavenly descent those same meta frequencies falling from the sky could no longer detect any life essences or even a .. confrontation? (( Nani?! )) He internally screeched at himself for such an idiotic and inexperienced move. The amount of sourness in his mood increased by tenfold but nonetheless he knew he needed to fight along his teammate.

A small, spherical orifice opened across his wrist region as its very own, violet pigmented energy opened in four different sections despite the opening being no bigger than the traditional watch face. This opaque and seemingly -- spontaneous source of energy statically crawled up his plated forearms before he commenced in a different type of travel. He seeped within the fabrics of the dimension, moving along a sub-spatial rail as the orbital satellite had found the crimson-colored sea of sand in a distant territory. He warped within the same vicinity as his teammate as well as around three feet across from his shoulder - that same battleship from the prologue forcing its way through the inception caused by the small orifice on his wrist. The positioning was a bit odd - considering that his comrade was levitating just shy of nine miles above the ground, where the duo they'd be facing in the confrontation laid in wait. Upon his unraveling from the fabric of space and time several spherical, metallic ores produced from his chest cavity before levitating in the spatial ocean the air created naturally. Functioning off the magnetism surrounding his sol core, the marblelites would have taken form around both his comrade as well as himself - the radius spinning consistently at a constant rate of sixty miles an hour. However, they didn't appear to be skin tight to their embodiments but rather expanded five feet out from their positions.

[ Αιθήρ | " The Higher 'Aer. " ]

Primordial deities once existed on Earth, their mere essence bringing life and evolution to the world around them. However, they needed to come from somewhere - perhaps a higher sentience? Such a belief is how the royal bloods of Hyperians were seen as their essences cleansed multiverses clear of their mishaps and darkness. That demonic presence sent Ryan's constant state of awareness into a focused frenzy. His mere existence disgusted him and this is where the elitist mindset would have presented itself in the form of a facial expression as his facial myomers became dull - his brows furrowing as his core bursted with sol energy as if the demon's existence also excited him. Clearly something was amidst in the air, the sheer amount of maliciousness deriving from these particles activating a passive ability from the aforementioned marblelites orbiting the duo.

The Higher 'Aer was once the product of god-like deities as they took in corruption and spewed on pure life force and energy - cleansing the world around them in the presence of maliciousness. Soft, heavenly strands exhibited around the orbit and if the particles, much like any other physical objects, would have come into contact with the marbles they'd be cleansed or rather banished. This aspect of the defense was especially effective for those with a demonic presence as their sickened and corrupted essences proved to be insufficient when in the presence of holy bodies. The entanglement around the two hunkered and solidified their souls as well as their physical embodiment -- filtering out harmful and devious vectors around them much in the way elements such as water would be cleansed in the presence of toxins. Now spinning at inhuman speeds, their glimmers faded as now the air could be seen vibrating immensely in preparation for something else. Mere milliseconds after his comrade launched his attack and stabilized in the air the skies around them dulled in anticipation. The color appeared to be a pigmentation of grey with the only source of color radiating from the Ayden's explosion as well as the glowing, luminescent core within the android's chest plates whilst stable amounts of radiation drifted off into the ambience around them. However, this was only the beginning to the attack considering that as the rpm of the marbles increased even more than previously, a wildfire began to show and quite literally as well.

[ Απόμακρη έγχυση | " Distant Infusion. " ]

Suddenly the marbles stopped spinning but this didn't hinder their passively abilities but rather amplified an offensive maneuver directed at the duo - but more so at the dark monstrosity. Whenever the spherical objects halted their movement all at once the gravity attempting to pull Ryan down appeared to be nulled for only a fraction of a second. A massive stream of chaotic and purifying light shone forward, bringing color back to the otherwise dull environment. The laser left the barrel molded within his arm, mimicking a photonic beam of energy yet infused with holy particles known as aether. The wavelengths deriving from such an abundance of energy became almost overbearing for the air molecules around it while the cylinder of energy traveled at light speeds accordingly along with the dissonance of aether hued origins. The physical aspect of the attack could be deemed out of this word because the heat it brought about the sand clearly glorified its overwhelming presence - much in the way that fire would. The environment it was shone upon - specifically beneath the ray erupted into several crystals after coming into contact with the robust and condensed amount of heat energy.

Nonetheless, Ryan could feel his holy essence seeping from his core in the form of a benevolent glint. His apparel mimicked that of a cybernetic celestial as his holy particles seeped into the air around the two with an almost - defensive yet offensive posture. Absorbing or the attempt to absorb these particles would prove to be incredibly difficult as they served as mirrors when in the presence of demonic definitives. The beam wasn't emitted in an attempt to cause physical damage despite that it produced a heat much more powerful than the surface of most known star bodies. In conjunction to this absurd amount of heat a sea of glass had formed beneath the linear shot.

However.. - the recoil became apparent as several mounted vents became exposed near his torso and lower, releasing a vast shockwave of stored energy from the shot. The shockwave was enough to be heard for miles on end at the very least, but the dastard after effect was the wind currents that churned monumental amounts of the blistering sand until it moved much like water would. A vast sea of crimson was before them.. so much potential! Such potential was merely waiting to be released across the battlefield in whatever form it took. In this case it moved slickly as if it wasn't even sand. Uniform in texture and wave-like in shape, the upcoming storm rippled as its edges fluctuated between solid and liquid. Various crystalline structures formed across the aforementioned ridges, splintering from the sheer amount of kinetic force it held within and continued to lose as it gradually made its way towards the opposing duo. Yet somehow it seemed to quickly replenish whatever force it was losing but how?!? Those aforementioned vents released close to a megaton of force in the form of blade-like winds and any unfortunate soul to come into contact with the dense force would most definitely feel the effects definitely.

The Hyperian's arm appeared to be exhibiting an elongated trail of smoke as the blackened ore that the barrel was composed of seemingly took little to no damage from such a harsh attack. It was preparing for another if the first proved to be insufficient as the heatsinks within his chest cavity took immense amounts of heat his core was constantly emitting.

[ Θωρηκτό | " Battleship. " ]

Ryan didn't need to be aboard the ship to control it, and he didn't need anyone to drive or manually control said vehicle. He controlled it via his neurolink especially since his physical body wasn't essential for his survival considering that his consciousness could be transformed into several technologies. This included his ship as well so while those marbles spun continuously and if his partner's attack failed to implode the arbitrary device the orbital AWS system would have become online. Swiftly and ready to perform justice. Ryan was never one to allow such abominations to exist, especially since the Hyperian race as a whole was known for their cleansing capabilities as well as outfitting several armies just by themselves.

A pair of massive cannons elongated into the air even though the ship itself could barely be seen due to its active camo. The aforementioned appendages gave off a small glint as a loud, harmonious hum shook the planet to the core.

< .AWS SYSTEMS ONLINE - PREPPING A JUDAS .94 ROUND. >
< .Valley of Death - ACTIVATED, FOCUSED. >
< .Orbital Systems - SEQUENCED, THIRD LENSE. >
< .Sol Core - MAXIMUM OUTPUT, CRAWLING CHAOS. >

{BGM: “Burning Skies”}

What did it mean to ‘live’; across the ages and countless worlds, the answer to this question has driven men mad in its pursuit. See, life was a complicated thing when all else was ignored; some define life by what they do daily, others with what they accomplish throughout the duration of their time spent amongst the living, and there are those convinced that their life holds no meaning unless they achieve some large-scale act of greatness. Of course, this is not an all-inclusive list, but the point of the matter is that there are any number of ways to define life as it is generally perceived. In fact, some men are so obsessed with this concept of life they cling desperately to it, so much so they seek out means by which to extend it indefinitely. Ishida could never understand these humans and their obsession with something so convoluted and fragile. For him, there was a much better alternative, one whose definition was clear and resolute: death.

Death is simple.

Death is pure.

Death is natural, everywhere he went. It is the answer to all of life’s problems, if given the right guidance. It only got complicated when desperate, whiny little meatbags got caught up in their emotions and tried to avoid it, whatever the cost, all for the sake of extending or returning life. They never stopped to think about the power in death, just waiting to be taken. Then there were those like the firecracker across from him, who so carelessly tried to deliver death to their enemies, or even just those that weren’t of their fancy by whatever criteria one might hold. She tried to kill him, and for a single, rapidly vanishing moment, he wondered if she had even the tiniest inkling of an idea what she was really trying to do…

If not, she would learn, and she would learn far sooner than she could have hoped for. When that moment presented itself to her, Ishida expected she wouldn’t like the answer.

The flaming remote saw its purpose in life take on new meaning as it became the object of so much attention. First wreathed in flames capable of so much devastation, before being smothered by a sea of microscopic particles by Ishida’s perfectly timed exhale. Then, when it should have collided with the Super-Demon, the object instead found itself redirected at the thus-far silent one that joined them a hundred meters away. The being did not appear to be like the girl, not in the slightest, and yet their unwelcome attendance was answered harshly. This was born out of necessity, as the girl originally hurled the remote at Ishida with incredible swiftness. In order to do as he did, Ishida was required to not just react but also act with greater swiftness. Only then did his other characteristics begin to apply, not least of which was the tremendous power held in his arms, or what those arms were forged of. Nevermind the fact that he was able to not only see what needed to be seen in such a short and actively diminishing window of time, speaking to the power residing in his mind.

Naturally, all of this had already transpired, been detailed and delivered. This was fact, and it had not changed. Could he? Could he change the sequence of events and bend and twist and shatter their meaningless bubble in the Great Sea of Reality? Perhaps, but it would be a gross exercise in waste. What use would come of his calling upon such extent of his abilities, just to facilitate the madness of his prey? After all, it was simply futile to resist death so ambitiously. What then, was Ishida to do?

That was the wrong question, for it was far too late. Ishida hadn’t continued to live for several thousands of years by waiting around for others to do what they would do before he acted. On the subject of battle, he had an advantage that was seldom, if ever surpassed in the way of raw experience. Not just experience in living, or surviving, but of killing. He had learned long ago how to anticipate the actions of others through multiple means, to read any given scenario and assert his dominance to deliver the one true constant in life: death.

The flaming remote, pursued by just one of his God-Fear, would arrive at the newcomer’s location in a fraction of a second, the sword stopping just five meters short a bare moment after. The moment the newcomer had perceived the attack for what it was, he should have mounted his defense—be that through sheer endurance or evasion, hell he could have even attacked the attack. Instead, the fool could be seen shrugging an instant before the remote detonated literally in his face, exactly as Ishida intended. The detonation was truly magnificent, the searing flames incinerating everything in their path be it air, sand, flesh, slime, armor—anything and everything with but a single exception: those damned blood particles.

Like so much magma barreling through a forest, the dame’s flames devoured all in its path. They burned with such ferocity that nothing remained afterwards, exceeding the temperatures typically reserved for the surfaces of the stars themselves. Adding to the scene’s magnificence was of course the sheer area affected: the blast extended hundreds of meters, smothering Ishida’s and the dame’s location. Preceded by a powerful shockwave of significant pressure, Ishida weathered the storm as he continued with his plan, albeit after making minor adjustments. Whilst the chaos raged, the Super-Demon found himself talking once again to The Overlord, his God-Fear located within the epicenter.

“She’s so…powerful. Why won’t you let me feast?!”

“Just wait, I’ve got something far better for you…”

During the massive eruption, the newly formed and towering golden pillars reaching towards the heavens, Ishida remained oddly silent not to mention unharmed. More importantly, at least for one of them, his Demon’s Blood Particles (D.B.P) were already quickly going to work. Throughout their short flight, the information seeded to Ishida enabled him to identify the woman’s etheric signature with perfect accuracy. Similar to other techniques of his, he had used the particles to first gather information to later orchestrate his first attack more effectively. It, of course, worked flawlessly, just as he expected. As such, they were subsequently delivered to the newcomer without incident—also as he expected, the raging explosion serving as the only confirmation he needed. All of that said, the explosion’s devastating potency forced the D.B.P to move with tremendous speed, an interaction they did not resist in the slightest. For all of the speed with which the remote had traveled, the particles were launched even faster due to the blast, as the blast expanded to a far greater area in less time than the remote’s entire flight.

The particles, while they did not resist their new path, they did direct themselves (though, more likely they were being controlled by Ishida) to now smother the newcomer. Clearly fire of any magnitude was incapable of purging the particles—even as potent as the dame’s ether was. They were far from ordinary particulate matter too dumb to avoid being caught in simple filtration systems, or a piece of paper for that matter. In truth, there were millions of them released in their originating cloud from Ishida’s mouth, each one capable of completely ruining organic matter upon contact. These were tools for Ishida to do with as he pleased, however, and so there was no predicting just what nasty surprise he would reveal with any given use of the stuff. For instance, they did nothing to aggravate the dame’s fiery remote, though they surely could have…

Instead, Ishida turned them towards the newcomer and specifically targeted his/it’s etheric signature. With the dame’s ether clearly marked in his mind, the particle’s sought to simultaneously corrupt, weaken, and devour all metaphysical aspects regarding the newcomer. The corruption would cause any power that was released, channeled, or otherwise affected by the newcomer, to turn against itself in malice. This meant that regardless of the originator’s intent, the ether/metaphysical powers under his influence in any capacity, would change its target to itself and seek to destroy itself bit by bit, piece by piece. At the same time, the particles would seek to weaken the integrity of that same power, reducing its ability to resist the invasion set upon it—but also its potency, leaving only the corruption to grow stronger. Lastly, the particles would seek to devour the power, whatever it may be, in a fashion that would yield a fairly grotesque aftermath. Upon devouring the power, which was simultaneously being invaded by the DBP and being corrupted, and weakened, the DBP’s were effectively devouring each other. This simple goal, to consume, would cause the interaction to rip itself apart in as violent a manner as possible, as whatever they connected with would not be released unless Ishida desired it.

Considering the sequence of events leading up to the DBP’s introduction to the newcomer, it was unlikely they were going to meet with an ethereal power to begin with. If the being somehow released an ether-based defense, that is to say any metaphysical force, it would be torn asunder in an instant if the dame’s explosion didn’t do it first. Of course, Ishida did not make plans based on what-ifs. Those particles were aimed to connect with the being’s physical body, deliver the previously described results and destroy his body regardless of its composition along with it. When they were done, nothing would be left, with the whole process transpiring over a period of nanoseconds as again, there were millions of them all acting in simultaneous fashion. Meanwhile, if someone were foolish enough to dive into the middle of a massive eruption of plasma-like fire to save him, they too would be subjected to the Demon’s Blood Particles.

With that said, Ishida was left to defend himself against the impossibly hot flames and plasma, all the while the God-Fear he commanded was practically chomping at the proverbial bit to consume the plentiful ether. Ishida commanded it to hold off, and while the quickness of the chain-reaction of events was quite intense, his was a mind capable of processing tremendous volumes of information in an instant. This was especially so when employing the Crimson Eye as he was, and so he was able to discern the nature of the explosion before its effects could trouble him. Then of course there was the obvious--that remote was wrapped in strange fire, he knew it was coming anyways. Fortunately for him, the forces elementally associated with Fire had no effect on him whatsoever, courtesy of his natural affinity as well as the bolstering of the God-Fear he equipped. For all of the wondrous destruction the dame wrought in the name of trying to kill him, Ishida was free to focus his efforts on that which truly interested him most.

With her explosion making the local skies and surface of the dunes all but fatal to occupy, Ishida focused on those blood soaked sands. He abandoned his urge to circle around the girl and instead released a tremendous volume of Black Sand Gravija beneath them, from the soles of his Hell-Blazers. This immediately granted him dominion of the ground beneath them, and so much more, as Ishida raised both hands in front of him, palms facing himself. The fires coalesced about them, and still did streams of blood-red sand move up his body--again much quicker than he originally set out to do. While his Gravija mixed with the local sands, he exerted his natural ability to manipulate space, accelerating the sands and analyzing every facet behind them.

{BGM: “Where is Your God Now?”}

From below the ground buckled, splitting open like some massive creature opening its deadly maw to expose row upon row of man-sized fangs. Instead of fangs came streams of the bloodsands crashing overtop Ishida, just as the woman made her ascent into the skies. Out from Ishida’s mouth echoed his maniacal laugh, the pure intoxicating euphoria that was the power of blood and death forcing him to satisfy his nature. The Gravija responded to his chaotic mind by fracturing the ground around him for dozens of meters initially, but rapidly burst outward a dozen more, several times over. For every wave, Ishida sank further into the desert, and before the fracturing finished the Gravija surged once more in a new direction. That which once lie still beneath the Sea of Dead took to the skies and remained in constant motion, spiraling about Ishida in an enormous vortex. Where the girl had previously consumed the senses with her fire, did Ishida now conquer with the constant rumbling of churning earth, the waves of sand arcing through to wash over his form and reunite with the innards of the earth.

When the girl loosed her fierce javelin at his form, Ishida spoke once more to the Overlord.

“Now!”

From his right hip did the second blade of The Overlord free itself from its sheath, catapulting skyward to meet with its prey, moving with similar speed to the first blade’s horizontal flight. This was obviously slower than the girl’s projectile, but this was more than fine. What stood out about the entire thing was that the sands were being guided to make a path for the javelin and blade to clash unobstructed. The clashing of the two did not go as the girl desired, with the God-Fear finally presented with the power it so desperately craved it wasted no time. The powerful, intense ether was ripped from its fate and consumed by the weapon, the process of which severed any connection it might have had to the woman, its source and any extraneous effects. Truly, the weapon was as perfect a match for Ishida as there ever could or had been in all the Omniverse. All that remained was the kodachi, which traveled along the same path as the woman’s javelin with the intent to impale her through her center-torso. Make no mistake, Ishida was not going to deny the weapon any more meals today, and would allow it to consume the girl upon reaching her. Otherwise, if it missed its target, the blade would stop exactly thirteen centimeters above her to be further commanded by the Super-Demon.

Down beneath the greater surface of the dune smothered planet, Ishida continued to churn the earth. The sands pouring over him would inevitably return to the ground at his feet and momentarily vanish. From the outside looking in, the psychopath seemed to just really love sand and literally wanted to bathe himself with it, but it did not take long for the true purpose of his actions to manifest. It began with a single pulse of disgustingly massive scale, an unseen presence crossing the entire hemisphere in seconds. While it traveled in every direction on a horizontal plane, the souls of the dead returned to form, beginning with Ishida’s immediate location and following the invisible presence he’d released. The bodies of near countless warriors manifested swiftly, yet procedurally as first their bones took shape. Wrapping about the bones came sinew, tendons and flesh, innards, until those who once were dead, now stood amongst the living once more. Invading their bodies next were their souls, presumably, the screams roaring over the dunes liken to one enormous tidal wave.

When it was all over, millions of warriors stood atop golden sands of old, the blood lifted from its grains and done with as Ishida pleased. Out from his mouth escaped a haunting laugh, his earthen storm continuing to surround him on all sides (this includes those returned standing next to him), ready to deal with any would-be ranged assaults from on-high or elsewhere. The Fallen Warriors of Xenom might have been returned, but they were far from the mindless undead. They stood with discipline, their eyes painted red, and fully armed. All manners of gilded armor, razor sharp blades, spears, hammers and so much more ready to wage war once again. They varied as much in size as their weapons, and they appeared...whole. Their flesh did not rot, their minds were sound, and their souls were intact, each one of them as strong as the day of their prime. Whatever Ishida planned to do, the odds were now stacked in his favor.

A few moments after his hand was played and he’d finished laughing, Ishida lowered his arms to their respective sides and examined his new army.

“There is power in death...welcome home, hahaha..HAHAHA!! HAHAHAHA!!”

The more he laughed, the more chaotic--and larger--the storm of earth became. Simply trying to enter his established perimeter looked like suicide, and yet it swallowed Ishida’s army a little more at a time, protecting them… Under “normal” circumstances, this might seem impossible, but the manner in which Ishida controlled it--and the fact he was who he was--made it little more than child’s play. Millions, perhaps billions of tons of earth and all.

"Is this what you meant by something better? Even -I- was not expecting this..."