Loki approached me, boots clacking against the icy ground. He raised his gun to my head, its barrel pressing against my forehead. He grins. "Any last words- oh wait, I don't fucking care." I wave of heat passes over me as he pulls the trigger- but it wasn't from the gun. In front of me, a wave of green flame washed over the land where Loki once stood. Shinimaru walks up from behind me, placing his hand on my chest. "Never lower your guard." I smile, the ice melting from where he placed his hand. "No." The ice- actually now more like slush- slides off of me, and I step forward. To my left, Loki stands up shakily. He grimaces, turning to the other Wizards. "Let me take on this fucker." Taka nods. "As long as you win this time." The others step forward, spectral energy swirling around Vanden, an aura of icy mist surrounding Kanút- and Loki shimmers out of sight after he proceeds to flash his middle finger at everyone.
I release an explosion of electricity, releasing the cold binding everyone else. using the blast as a distraction, I speed forward as fast as I can, a blade of electricity braced for collision with Taka. As I swing, my blade is intercepted by an icy lance, one belonging to Kanút. Behind me, Oiran...wait. Her soul energy spikes drastically as her form distorts and reforms as she takes up the appearance of the demon that she was in our fight against Aurelia. I thought that was the byproduct of that spinal creature, but...oh yeah. Yuji had told me that she was some sort of demon race...a Kaibu or something. Maybe that device only drew it out, giving her access to its full power now. Oiran lets loose a roar of pure animal rage, before firing a blast of red energy in a circle around her, probably trying to locate Loki.
Shinimaru vaults over this blast as he continues to sprint toward Vanden, the Purple Wizard. Shinimaru's hand bursts into flame as he fires a concentrated blast. As the beam veers toward him, Vanden outstretches his hand, and it begins to glow purple...before the blast veers drastically to the left, slamming into the ground. Vanden smiles with a quiet malice. "With an ability like that, you'll never touch me." His hand glows brighter and he raises it to the sky, the earth below him cracking and breaking, before lifting into the air with him on it. Shinimaru gazes upward, his expression stalwart and stone cold, as he removes the large duffel bag on his back- oh shit, I forgot he had that. Shinimaru speaks, his face obscured by the swirling dust that Vanden's telekinetic power had created. "So this power of yours..." He begins to unzip the bag. "It lets you bend and create force, right?" He picks up a syringe from the bag. Vanden's cool demeanor drops for a moment. "Yes...?" Shinimaru stabs the syringe into his arm- and everything goes still.
No, literally. The whirlwind of energy that was swirling around Vanden completely ceased, revealing Shinimaru, who had clouds of green gas floating around him. He lifted his head up, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, you're right. How I was before, I didn't have any hope of beating you...but like this I do." The ground below Shinimaru explodes as he vaults upward at a speed that even I have a hard time keeping up with- before his form comes back into view as his fist slams into Vanden. Vanden slams into the ground, a crater forming in his wake. He struggles to stand up. "Wh-what the hell was that?!!" Shinimaru stares down it him, staying afloat via the jet-like flames bursting from his feet. "For almost my whole life, my sister had been controlling me, suppressing my power. Once I escaped her, I had no idea how strong I once was," he lifts up the empty syringe, holding it to his face. "until I found this syringe. This was a concoction that I found in that poison guy's bag- one that I recognized from my time in Neo City...one that warriors would use to regrow lost limbs via the reversal of the soul." Shinimaru bursts into green flame. "My power was never poisonous flame- that was my body's desperate last-ditch attempt to stabilize my Twitch." Shinimaru raises his hand, a large ball of flame forming above it. "Not only do I have access to my uncontrolled power...but I also have access to my TRUE Twitch. My flames do not infect- they destroy energy."
Shinimaru snaps his fingers, and the ball bursts forth at blinding speeds, Vanden unable to move as he is literally incapable of it- he now retains no physical energy. An explosion of green flame engulfs the area, incinerating everything it touches, as Shinimaru exhales a puff of flame. His flaming form drops from my sight before appearing beside me. I smile, staring at Taka, with the heat from our respective Twitches warping the air around us. I turn to Shinimaru. "Shall we?" He nods. "Shut the fuck up." I swing my charged fist at Taka, causing him to dodge out of the way. To my left, Shinimaru and Kanút exchange elemental blasts of ice and flame-
A sword digs into my side as an unseen force slashes across my ribcage. I immediately swing my electric fist at it, instinctively retaliating, only to make contact with nothing but air. "Dammit..." I growl. I turn around and yell to Siken, who had been fighting other gang members with Hiruka. "SIKEN!!" He turns his head to look at me. "Yeah?"
"WAIT!!"
"What."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!! SPEAK UP!!"
"What?"
"Okay, uh-" I point to the empty space where I assumed Loki was, seeing as he can manipulate the five senses. "KILL THIS...THIS GUY!!" I laugh to myself, I was a mastermind. Siken was the perfect match for Loki- he could conjure illusions, and Loki could do the same, but just with a few added caveats and features. I turn back to Taka, smiling. He hadn't moved since I tried to punch him. I bite my bottom lip, making the most sexual face possible. "You ready to get down and dirty, my pookie wookie big dick-"
Everything goes dark. I can't hear, I can't feel, I can't taste, I can't see, I can't smell. In the center of my vision is a humanoid figure with demonic features- made of bright red blood. Its smile grows wickedly as it leers at me. "You have no hope of victory- I have control of your fundamental senses- the ones you can't live without. You can not begin to comprehend the power I have." By now, it was right in front of me. I manage to slip out a sentence from the void consuming my body. "Didn't...you have...boobs..." It smiles, ant its red mass begins to swirl rapidly, before reforming into the girlish form that Loki took in order to trick me last night. He holds his boobs in his hands. "Oh these?" He jiggles them in his hands. "My boobies? My massive fucking titties?" He sways side to side. "My super stuffed-up milkies?" He bounces up and down. "My honker donker oingy boingys?" She begins to move them toward my face. "My fucking fabric stretching, wind flapping, gravity welling sex mounds?" I begin to sweat. "You mean these super-duper ultra-hyper goddamn motherfucking-"
My hand penetrates his stomach, blood spraying into the nothingness that surrounds us. My body was in a state of pure soul- the sixth sense that I used to break through the state of absolute darkness. His body sloshes as it returns to the red sludge that it was before, light pouring back into the void. I blink my eyes rapidly as I re-enter a state of normalcy, now back in the real world. In front of me was Loki, gun trained on my forehead. "It doesn't matter if you can break through my Twitch, I still #staysrapped."
This entire statement is in vain, as Siken slices his gun in two with his katana. Loki screams out in rage, turning his attention to Siken. Siken levels his sword at Loki's neck. "Never turn your back on your enemy." They resume their battle, looking like a blob of chaos as their respective illusions warp reality. I sigh, rolling my shoulders as I command the flames of my soul to engulf my body in the form of purple Tamajutsu. I crack my neck, returning my attention to Taka. "Lets get going, shall we?"