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"Tch. Where do they even come from?" Moji broke logic as sound catched up to the supersonic folks he knew as his friends.
"Nyoh, that's a neat little of lore. Actually." Monchichi raced beside him. Monchichi was as tall as he was. Before she was canned into this little knee-height hybrid.
Her rags, resembling that of a witch's, fluttered in the wind. It was adorable. And maybe a bit...
'Ah, let's not focus on that, should we?' Weird, confusing matters aside, what were the creators or birth mothers of those shamblers thinking?
They were nazis so...
"Mad scientist experiments? I take it."
"Vell, you're on the mark. Yet nyot so." Monchichi grimaced and he raised the black line on his head using his muscles.
"How so?" Moji inquired.
"Contact." Godu blared out and people got into position. Whatever that position was, he didn't know. He didn't need to.
It was a free-for-all battle royale. Everyone chose who they wanted to fuck up and they pulled through. It was a line defense, dozens of people strong, against them, the main cast of the story.
It was only seconds before they crashed in an unholy mess of a fight. There was a giant smoke screen of dust and ashes grow into the air as the forces combated each other, destroying many houses, homes and buildings in the process.
Now, let's closer and into the dirty nitty-gritty, shall we?
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Moji and Mon P.O.V
They were flung high to the sky and fell relatively like a meteor into the ground several blocks away from the others combatants.
Bang.
And dug into the ground was might Moji's knee and hand, it was a clear superhero landing.
On normal conditions, he would have went splat. If he miraculously didn't, his entire knee would likely disagree.
"Ow. So, that's what it normally feels like." He shook off the concussion (if he even had one) with the act as casual as a guy would do his morning walk in the park.
"Nyou prefer landing. I prefer floating." If her outfit didn't convince you enough of this hag's legitimacy, the image you were unable to see right was spitting all over your beliefs.
Moji stretched his arms, and grinned. Monchichi brought along her glowing book and began to open its page one. "See who can kill the most opponents?"
Moji was a bright, glowing optimist in comparison to before. It probed how drastic people acted when alone or with friends. "You say that like it's a challenge."
"It would be..." She rose up and up. Behind, in front and all around them, the monsters screamed their war cry at the duo.
They charged as one. There were a hundred of them and damn them, they were going to use numbers as their advantage. Huh, was there more than previously before? "Come at me, fools. Let's get anime together. Spiral Rase-."
"Shoot 'em dead, Piel De Daga." All one hundred of them were decreased into a number less than ten. Moji could just barely take a look at what weapon of sorcery happened to do all of that.
It was a simple black needle. Well, to call them needles would do them a great disservice, they were spikes. To call them needles, you would also beling to the logic of calling Burj Khalifa a simple skyscraper.
On the black spike, there were runes on it. It was not Norse, or any type he recognized. It just glew blue, looking all cool and simple.
The trace it left behind, the movement and also the way it functioned, it was a freak combination of Tagatha, Mubong's weapon and Cu Chulainn's Gae Bolg.
"That's fucking sick..." He was awed. He always wanted a weapon like that.
"1-0. Tch. Tch. Tch. Moji, what happened? Why are nyou so damn slow all the sudden?" And Monchichi lorded all over him. That smug face she was giving him certainly was the shit-eating grin of the ages.
'This little brat... Hah, whatever, she deserved it.' He smiled. If this was the company he would be with trying to get back home, maybe it truly won't be so bad.
!!!
Danger was flaring. Sirens were blaring. There was something coming. And it will do both of them great harm if they did nothing.
Hey, that was a pretty nice poetry thing.
He dodged as a small cloud of gray and brown bursted forth from the side, a house that crumbled from the speed at the unknown was going.
That was the right move as the fist that would have... Unlikely cratered his right there and then zoomed right past into the safe zone and into the multi-floor house and...
Destroyed it. Was that a mach cone he saw? Not one to let the element of surprise get to him, he quickly coated his fist in concentrated, transparent air like the Gura-Gura No Mi and swung at the face of the enemy.
It was the same type of enemies that Monchichi blasted through, erasing their upper body, head and heart. She had efficiency. He will have spectacle.
Shifting over to see a better view of his almost fatal assailant, he saw nine other wanting to finish what their comrade had started.
"Thunder Shook!" And he unleashed judgement upon those fools willing to put their lives on the line for a lost battle.
The World moved as he moved, space bending to an uncanny degree with the unstoppable motion of his arm, daring to break apart open the space-time continuum.
And when he smacked the monster right in the head with the bottom of his hand-turned-hammer, he did just that. There were cracks forming like glass being impacted with a rock.
Bang.
And the ten foes left before him were gone. And the one hundred meter wide area of five houses in a line behind them too. And then another line behind that line. And then another. And another. Another. Again.
It was a blast zone of over a kilometer in length. And was deep enough to bury a giant tank and still have enough space for more.
"Phew. Quite the flashiness, yeah?" He clapped both hands, cleaning them of stains that were invisible.
Monchichi stood there a bit wide-eyed, coughing the shock away. Monchichi spat out her surprise. "Wow, I think you're one of the stronger members here!"
"And also, watch nyout for that." She flicker her hand and sent Piel De Daga to strike down a foe he overlooked. How? They did not know better.
"Hmm. I thought your book was your weapon. Where did this dagger come from?" He sent a flick indicating where Piel De Daga was currently floating unresponsively.
"Nyoh, that. It's simple really. Piel De Daga is one of the book's weapons. The first, and only one I have access to. It is a simple weapon with no abilities other nyan it to kill good. How many weapons does the book have? Are there new weapons unlocked? I don't know nyet."
Libro De Peludas, a floating blue book that contained the spells only Monchichi can use. There were no limits to the pages and there were effects enchanted into each, singular special weapon.
She explained to him what the book's content held. That was actually quite amazing. If each weapon had a unique effect then Mon could straight up become a stronger Gilgamesh.
Man, if she had a detailed power like that. Why didn't he? "Aw, I am jealous. All I got is the element of wind... Wait, you mean you aren't the one to make that invisible cube?"
"Nope." She popped the P.
"Huh, who was it then?"
"Feo. She's a ninja and all."
"Oh, I wonder if I can make that barrier myself with wind." He conjured the said element around his hand. It wasn't a bad power perse. It was just one he viewed on the things he actually wanted in the matter of superpowers.
"Have you tried grabbing at any other elements?" He looked above to the faux-divine cat witch, Monchichi.
"Huh?" He blurted out.
"Well, nyou seem to grab things and then turn them into nyour own element that nyou can use. Maybe nyou can grab the ground, or a glass window and make do?" Whoa, her powers also had her intelligence upped too? Insanity.
It was a good theory though. He reached down and grabbed his shadow. The face he made when the shade coiled around his limbs were the exact opposite of darkness. They were of bright, bright joy.
"Dude... I can finally pull off a worthy Blackbeard expression. Zehahaha! Who's the strongest now?" He pointed to her like he had her in a cold steel trap. He couldn't be more wrong.
Martial Nature, a power similar to that of Big Mom's. Instead of granting life into lifeless objects and used them as all sort of stuff. He was limited to turning the general elements of the nature he deemed pertinent in the moment to his armamnet. Fire. Ice. Shadow. Earth. Steel.
"Nope, still debatable." He tilted his head in the reveal of that particular bombshell. There was someone that can match this type of strength and versatility?
With these... Sigh, what was he doing?
Of course there were people, even peeps in my group as well, that were stronger than he could ever imagine.
He really was foolish, forgetful to be specific. His lessons he taught himself about worlds, stories and destiny were being forgotten because of mere panic and awe at his present situation.
Damn it, he imagined all that plans should he follow if this happened but one must remember this lesson lest they lose themselves in wonderstruck.
We were the main character of our own story. Not the world's. You weren't special. No matter what powers you gained. Not in this context at least. Hell, he wasn't even the leader of this troupe.
It was Joff's doing that brought them all together. He was The Heart and The Leader. It was a mighty combination. "Heh, and who might those be?"
Who might I be then? "Eh, that's for later. We are only able to go talk info at the base after all."
Would I be the Lance? The Giant? The Knight in Shining Armor? "Hm. Why's that? And that... Hm... Oh, yeah, who and what are these things anyway?" He gestured to the place where a row of buildings and the ground that just up and disappeared by his hands.
"Ah. Ah. Ah! Before that, I want to take my right as a winner." She wagged her finger left and right. He saw her tail also swoon to left and right wildly.
Jeez, how could he not notice that tail? He wasn't going to admit it. He was terrified of what was going to happen. Something about toothy grin and eyes just took the soul right out of him.
"Ah... Hm... I think I just... Wow, did I forget stuff that easily?" Now was his chance! Let's just hope she agreed.
"Marry- Nay! Nada. Nein. Nope. Wrong word. Be my shoulder... Shoulder... How can I make this not awkward again?" And he messed it up just by being himself. Great.
"Sure!" She agreed. Oh, thank the Heavens! Shid, how he didn't miss interacting with women. Troublesome creatures...
She sat on his shoulder. Well, a plan was a plan and he was going to see it through.
Man, his mind was in shambles right now. "So, about that..."
"Very well, I shall grant nyou nyour wish. Nyow, I will start with nya most harrowing tale..."
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Godu and Hoff's P.O.V
"Bang. Bang. Bang! Haha, this is as easy as taking candy from a baby!" He dual-wielded his revolvers of infinite ammo and shot at anything even vaguely threatening.
"Those nyare Shamblers. They were created by somebody that had Kaiser as a name. We nyon't really know how he did it. He just said some words and it happened."
He was overseeing the entire battlefield from the tallest building there he could find. He rained down his bullets on the converging shambling monstrosities that were once a human.
"Shamblers are made from human beings. Once he said the words we couldn't hear, the subjugated soldiers and the volunteers were mashed into one body. Nothing was scared. Soul. Mind. Body. Scarred into inhumane amounts. Civilians were involved in it too."
Godu, on the other hand, was tussling and bashing their heads in using his fists. You would figure he would be some sort of back liner since he was a delicate robot.
"Sickening? Nyes, I agree. Some failed and some succeeded. The ones that we fought earlier were the failures. They were the Shamblers. The successful ones are the Soldats. The extra-successful ones are the Kommandant."
That didn't matter to him. He was a bipedal tank. "Raaagh!!!" One managed to land in a sneak shot at the protogen's back of the head.
An entire shockwave ripped through the area and...
Godu stood there harmlessly. "I. Am. Sorry. Was that. Supposed to do. Something?" He back-handed the fool head's into the after life.
"Oh, we heard it ourself. We heard the speech in wherever we were at the time and then we were transported near the podium where Kaiser was at. We escaped quickly because the effects were disastrous enough to let us pass by. We have been running from that man and his army ever since."
"Ah! Godu!" Godu shifted around to see Hoff shouting in quite a sticky situation.
He was shakily standing there all by himself? Wait? Where's the problem here? He didn't even point to where the source of the disturbance was coming from.
Deciding that Hoff's random shooting and his efforts were enough, he jumped to the top and landed right next to Hoff and...
"Did we save any people? No, all happened too quick. And the ones that weren't there at the time didn't want anything to do with us. They nyare nyow dead, in-hiding and/nyor fleeing the country."
It was just one of the Shamblers crawling, dragging it's black mucus along the way. There was a a probable chance that it smelled horrible.
It leapt at them. "Waagh!"
Bang.
At surprising speed, Godu took Joff's revolver for himself and shot the thing at the remaining head. It had splattered the blood from the Shamblers away from them. Good, no sudden infections will happen around here.
"Job. Done." He took a generous amount of gratitude for his achievement while Hoff was half-way pissing his pants.
"Heh. Nice people here? Impossible. There was one but the man was a foreigner. He told us about the world and we stand right now. This country we stand on is right next to the Fae Zone... The faction responsible for taking over the half of the world."
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Fritzen Vilzen and Feoline P.O.V
"Hm. Gunning for a girl? My, my that is no good." She uses the blunt end of her staff to put the hurt on the surrounding inhumans.
Her staff was made of gray-blue wood. There was the stick part. And then there was, the moon part of the scepter.
This incorrectly-named baton had a diamond crescent moon at the top part of the stick. And even more mythical was the orb that was magically suspended "inside" of the half-circle of the crescent moon.
"Strengthening." She whispered.
And from fatal to destructive, she waved, bobbed and weaved around them all with speed, force and grace of a ballerina.
"Who's laughing now, you scallywags." She chuckles at the words.
It was a shame that the only observers were either now dead or soon-to-be. "Hiyah! As a ninja, I won't ever let you sneak up on my friends!"
She zig-zagged up and down like lightning, blitzing the abnormal humans apart into chunky bits of black blood and flesh.
She has a wakizashi in hand and she almost stabbed herself with it once she crashed into the side of the building due to uncontrollable momentum.
"Ow."
"Sigh. If you still want to be a ninja. You still have a long ways to go, Feo."
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Sorin and Kira P.O.V
"Heave-ho, Kohakira!" Sorin picked a dozen corpses he crushed to some sort of demented garbage pile and threw it over to where he can't see the cursed body pile anymore.
Sorin was a brute fighter. He punched. He ran. He sworded and gunned. Just like his pirate hat demanded you to know, he was a pirate.
What type of pirate? Well, by sight and actions, it was clear that he took after the Sun God Nika, the man with the Three Billion Beri Bounty.
"Roogh!" Shing.
Kirakaze nonchalantly sliced the head of a Shambler sneaking by. Huh, was it him or was the Shamblers trying new tactics?
That was a possible, terrifying thought. If they stayed here for weeks, and the universe themselves decides to stop their growth.
One singular grenade that can topple a building from his hammer space could temporarily halt it. After that, you just need a good blade to slice it in twain.
Boom. One kill. Two shots.
"Ora. Ora. Ora!" Every shout took out a Shambler. Good Lord was Sorin loud. That may be for the best though.
Their power and stats, while varied, weren't all that massive in discrepancy. But, even a guy with 150 as the dude's power level could lord all over a man with a power of 120 .
If he was 97 then those three would be halfway to two hundred. Eh, he paid it no mind. His newly-granted strength was awesome and all but what specialty thay laid in him was from his gadgets and smarts...
He wondered if he could make a ship girl?
Dun.
Dun.
Dun.
There were earthquakes. There were earthquakes? Oh no, just as he was getting comfortable with his level of strength too...
Fuck Fate...
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Monchichi and Moji P.O.V
"What was that?"
"Honyo... That's an question I know the answer to that I am afraid to answer..."
Shadows. If the mist made it hard to see then this shade that came from absolutely nowhere would make it impossible-to-see.
They looked up.
And he realized the darkness didn't come from someplace random...
There was a giant hand made of the same shadow that covered every inch of the ground where they were. It was the size of a football field...
"Ah, crap..."
"If Soldats were the weaker versions of Kommandants... This would be the stronger version of Shamblers, Crawlers..."
The hand that was practically a monolith of terror suddenly moved!!! It came barreling down at us!!!
To be continued...