Almost immedietly, I reel back in pain. My arm throbs uncontriollably, the Tamajutsu surrounding it dissipating into the air. Heaving, I do my best to shake it off.
And now that I can focus- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?! My thoughts are cut off by a sharp screaming noise.
There was more.
Immmedeitly, I shoot upward. Frantically, I formulate a plan. I'm wiling to guess that I won't be able to use that arm technique again ANY time soon. So I'll have to figure something else out.
I drop below the clouds once again, turning in midair to face the missiles. I clasp my hands together.
"Soul Thunderclap!!"
Trajectory torn to shreds by the torrential wave of gravity, the missiles fluctuate, before veering straight into the ocean, sending twin pillars of water shooting into the sky. I continue my path.
I've made up my mind.
I'm headed straight forward.
Flawed anime logic has gotten me this far, so fuck it.
With a flap of my calamitous wings, I'm sent barelling forward, in the wake of a supersonic boom.
I hear the gargantuan cogs and gears in the turtle's head whir. Another blast is imminent.
In a blast of energy, my form is engulfed in a mass of black lightining- before I emerge, under a cloak of Calamity.
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I can feel it. A grin creeps up my face, my eyes becoming bloodshot.
The whirring becomes louder.
Louder.
I brace myself.
The sudden explosion of soul nearly causes me to stagger, but I stay steady. Headed straight toward the blast parting the sea.
I exhale a breath of static, sharpening my focus. As if a leaf in the wind, i rip through the air, weaving around the blast, barrel-rolling across its form. My body aches, but I push forward.
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Okoramo's theory of Self Subservience
Say you have a large, planet-sized form. This form is dead set on another object set direcctly on top of it, but the size of a human. The planet-sized form would continue chasing after the human, to no avail. As something set atop another, larger form, is nigh untouchable (With Okoramo's logic)
Note, this is all completely flawed, and Okoramo's tainted vision of reality as opposed to what he simply wanted to happen completely blurred his comprehension of the event that was actually occurring.
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I'm nearing the mouth. Its large, empty maw sits unhinged as the horrid beam escapes it in an overwhelming wave of soul. But I haven't been so much as grazed. I can feel the extended exertion begin to take its tole on me, but I can't stop now.
With a powerful flap of electric wings, I send myself tumbling down toward the ocean. Catching my descent, I keep forward, but a few feet above the sea.
It's almost time.
I clench my jaw.
Now or never.
If I die here, everything will have been for naught. I have to save them. All of them.
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My eyes shoot open, a ghastly, ghoulish, electric light escapes them. My wings expand tenfold, hair standing on end.
This time, however, I don't feel a surge of power. I just feel pain. But I'll keep going.
I continue forth, a trail of black energy left in my wake, till I've reached the underside of the turtle and its hulking form.
And in a flash, I fly through it.
Well, not actually. As fast as I could push myself to, I flew upward, around the crest of its side, appearing atop it as if I had flown through it.
But the missile hadn't caught that. And just as planned, the hulking beam of soul shot straight into the underbelly of the turtle.
A rumbling only describable as cataclysmic jolts upward from the turtle, as it begins its slow, slow descent to the ocean floor.
Landing shakily atop the mimic-shore of the turtles mechanical shell, my eyes begin darting around, searching for any signs of life...There.
Standing tall atop the apex of a hill about a kilometer away, is a small, but noteable structure. I can't make out its form, though.
A torrential wave of force rips through the air as I zip forward- arriving at the structure in a flash of light. It's a tall, imposing building, constructed almost entirely of concrete, with a series of pipes hooked up here and there- made of the same unidentifiable metal as the doors to the Terminal in the prison complex. I sigh, take a step forward, clasping my hand against the cold, metal doorknob, and enter.
What stands before me is a long, dark concrete hallway, lined with wires and piping. An occaisonal light flickers on and off, but that's about it. This place was not emulating the "Mad Scientist" aura I had thought it would.
There is one room, though. At the end of the hall.
Taking a swift step forward, I appear nigh instantly within the chamber, It was a small, condensed. Wires run through it like vines, overtaking the entire room, leading up to one point, a large, tungsten throne in the center.