Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Irreparably damaged, Shadow Gundam self-destructs, bursting into flames. The shadows attacking Megan are assaulted by exploding shuriken launched at them from above.

"It's useless."

Giorno Giovanna pops out of Tee's Burst-rift from earlier, the same one that had summoned Yamoshi. He doesn't waste a second, having Gold Experience go extreme melee on the shadows attacking Tee, turning fragments of exploded Minos into various dangerous animals to assist him.

Meanwhile, Tee starts to get up.

Edited by KiriK on Oct 20th 2019 at 4:50:53 AM

Thor attempts to stand over Megan, spinning Mjolnir as it light up, and he attempts to blast the shadows with a stream of targeted lightning, attempting to take out as many as he can with those while protecting the transforming drake.

Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 20th 2019 at 11:57:34 AM

"Just look at that statue... standing there all arrogantly," Susamaru says with disgust, eyeing the Shrine. "Why, they should demolish it and erect a new one in honor of our Lord!"

Yahaba's face turns to look at her with a slightly incredulous expression, all without opening its eyes. "You do realize how badly that would mess with his discretion. You of all people should know the Master is not one who wishes to draw attention to himself. Besides, we're not here for sightseeing. Or sight-destroying, for that matter." Ironically, his own palm eyes open wide, their magical sight seeking out any traces of Kars' whereabouts.

Edited by Arachnos on Oct 20th 2019 at 5:58:50 AM

Shadow gives Kirue a brief nod.

   "Well, if that's how they dress their soldiers, then I'm curious about their leaders."   

He then gives a small smirk when Areui gives him the unamused look, and gladly accepts his hug. He nods.

   "I would never have done anything less...I knew you were a good kid. You were one of the first friends I made in this world, and one of the most memorable. No matter what your history was, I swore that I wouldn't let you be harmed...and, after what happened..."   

He notices Kirue's remorseful expression, and sighs, taking on a solemn tone.

   "...well, I guess we all acted pretty rashly there...myself included. After what happened, I was almost completely beside myself with grief. I started lashing out. Really unbecoming for who I'm supposed to be, letting myself get consumed by rage."   

Kars is down chilling inside the temple, whose doors lie in the side of the statue's pedestal. He's fairly deep inside, but there's nothing else in the temple that could impede a direct stroll toward him.

Yahaba runs to a spot and crouches, his eye staring at the ground.

"Tracks with a matching energy," he says, even though there seems to be nothing on the ground. "Fresh. They lead into this temple."

"Oh, this should be fun! So very fun!" Susamaru says as a psychotic grin appears on her face. In a flash of blood-colored mist, a colorful jingling orb appears in her hands, which she starts juggling from hand to hand as she approaches the temple.

"Remember, don't kill him. The Lord needs him alive. And, Susamaru... don't get killed, either."

"I knew it... you like me after all~" she replies in a teasing voice.

"That's not what I said at all! This isn't a death-or-glory mission! We need to know what we're dealing with." He seems to be flustered as they enter the temple and follow Kars' tracks into its depths, though.

They will come upon Kars in an innocuous-seeming chamber near Malkoran's former boss room.

He is reading a book.

Skyborn Altar: A Desperate Struggle

Omega forced his legs to move faster. There wasn't even the slightest hint of humor in his eyes as his Stand manifested alongside him. It looked Boyero dead in the eyes as well, and, after a brief pose, brought its hands together to charge a powerful dark bolt.

Omega himself also continued charging forward, placing both hands on his blade. He pulled the icy, ephemeral blade of the sword up, and ran straight at the warlock, swinging not for his neck, but for one of his hands.

—

Megan endured the transformation.

Her fingernails elongated and became talons. Her hands grew thicker. Her scales flared out and darkened in color. Draconic clawed feet erupted out of her footwear, shredding it.

A pair of draconic wings sprouted from her back. Then another with more vertical size sprouted just beneath it. Light poured from her eyes as her very skin became a closer color to her scales - blue, almost like Xeno'jiiva.

... Although, nothing happened to her tail, given that it was already in a state similar to how this transformation would change it.

In this moment, she felt... well, she wasn't sure. But it felt a hell of a lot better than a few seconds ago. She could feel the presence of Nightbringer, the intent that was determined to kill her. She rolled her neck to release some of the pressure, producing a notable popping noise. Her mana pool didn't exactly feel refreshed, as it felt like it was rapidly refreshing. Or... something. She wasn't sure, but at least she knew what she had downed now — one of her Celestial Form mutator potions, which she had received after the defeat of Derak.

   "Well this is quite the change... I owe all of you now, don't I? Hm. Guess I could start repaying my debts by... oh..."   

She paused, and turned to face Nightbringer with her glowing eyes. She was levitating a short distance off the ground.

   "... How about I start by taking care of Nightbringer there?"   

The resonance of an immortal soul springs forth...

She began testing her new limits and powers in the most straightforward way possible — by stepping forward and just full on punching Nightbringer in about the space where his left cheekbone would be, charging her fist with mana and ki as she moved forward. She could feel that she was significantly stronger right now, but she wasn't sure how much stronger, exactly.

Edited by OmegaShadowcry on Oct 20th 2019 at 6:25:40 AM

"Our target is unaware of our presence and helpless," Yahaba whispers. "Here's the plan. You kick your temari through this door. I will use my Koketsu Arrow to direct it, and before our target even knows what happened, he'll-"

"SO THERE YOU ARE! PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DEMISE AT THE HANDS OF SOON-TO-BE MEMBERS OF THE TWELVE DEMON MOONS!"

Yahaba has no words. One of his palms proceeds to violently meet his face.

"What? It's no fun beating someone who can't fight back."

Edited by Arachnos on Oct 20th 2019 at 6:35:16 AM

"The Gods? Their clothing is more subdued. They let their holy aura be the showstopper.", Kirue says.

When the hug ends, Areui smiles.

"I may not be able to change how you felt because of it, but at least I can tell you that it all ended well, for all of us. Look."

He takes off his scarf and slightly stretches the top of his shirt to show his neck and part of his shoulder, on which a tattoo-like sigil is imprinted in his skin.

"When my two halves formed again, this mark appeared on my body. As long as I have it, you can rest easy because I'm doing fine.", Areui says, smiling.

"It's the mark of Satani, God of the Lapsus.", Kirue says. "Or just Satan for most mortal races. I still don't understand why they removed a single letter."

"Guess they wanted the god of damnation to sound more threatening to dissuade people from following his word.", Areui says to Kirue.

"Sounds possible.", Kirue says to Areui, then looks back at Shadow.

"In any case, under normal circumstances, having that mark would be a proof of shame and banishment for an angel."

"In this case, it's a reminder to the gods of what they did to me.", Areui says. "I wear it with pride, and none of the other angels mind it, 'cause they know what's up."

He then laughs.

"That, and I can actually use it to fight. It can turn into a shadow-element construct. It's really handy, and it makes up for the lack of my tail. I'd gotten used to having one."

Then he glances back at Kirue for a moment.

"Anyway, I suppose you're wondering why I'm willingly spending time with him.", he says, his harsh wording said that way to immediately make it clear to Shadow that he hasn't forgiven Kirue.

Edited by DevilPsyco on Oct 20th 2019 at 1:19:08 PM

Kars' eyes widen and glare. He leaps out of his seat, dropping the book, as his arms transform into giant avian wings.

   "Such foolish and pointless boasting!"   

Kars - JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Eyes of Heaven

The Ultimate Being unleashes a barrage of Feather Flechettes upon Yahaba and Susamaru. There is nothing special about this projectile attack, save that the projectiles in question were part of the user's body moments ago.

Edited by KiriK on Feb 11th 2020 at 2:27:48 PM

Yahaba merely smirks in return as he raises his hands, the palm eyes staring at Kars' barrage with their strange pupils. Both eyes then violently slam themselves shut with a loud noise and a discharge of purple magical energy, and the razor feathers are reflected right back at Kars.

If the Ultimate Being possesses any ability to see through the ethereal plane, he would notice red arrows surging out of Yahaba's palms, pushing his projectiles in their direction.

On top of that, Susamaru kicks her temari at him with a jingling sound. The toy-like appearance of the projectile is deceptive - it's hard as rock and packs enough power to smash through a wall.

Kars is able to see the arrows, but he has no idea what they are.

   "Wha-?!"   

When his feathers come flying back at him, he's too surprised to retaliate, and then Susamaru's temari takes a chunk out of his head.

His glare fixes upon Yahaba as his head-flesh rapidly regenerates, healing as if he had never been wounded.    "Clever..."   

He swoops down, landing in front of the two demons, before his arms turn into octopus tentacles, which he lashes like whips at them.

"He regenerated? But that's-"

Susamaru jumps in front of Yahaba, shielding him from the octopus tentacle swings with her physically stronger body. She takes some blunt damage and slides back from the force, then attempts to slash the tentacles apart with her demon claws, the close range preventing her from employing her temari.

The eyelids of Yahaba's eyes slam shut again. A bunch of burial urns are flung full speed at Kars' head, possibly hurting him with blunt force and getting the ashes of the long-dead all over his face to impede his sight.

Kars watches the results of his attack. Rather than react with surprise or pain to his tentacles being sliced apart, he simply notes Susamaru's claws.

Then he gets a bunch of burial urns thrown at him. His arms return to normal, Brilliant Bone Blades sprout from his forearms, and he slices the urns to pieces with a flurry of swings... getting ashes all over his face, exactly as Yahaba had hoped.

However, his eyes remain open, as if he is hardly bothered. He slashes at Susamaru to try and slice an arm or leg off, more trying to see what happens than trying to kill her.

Boyero chuckled, disappearing in a cloud of snow dodging the swing for his hand. He reappeared behind Omega, attempting a round house kick charged with electricity to his Stands skull.

   "Boo."   

The Nightbringer's shadows all detonated at once, whether they were killed or not. They all exploded into fire that lingered for quite a while after the explosion.

Meanwhile the Nightbringer himself barley dodged the punch, and was quite surprised to see Megan's change. Although he was not deterred. Instead, he drew his sword and went for her heart with three pointed strikes.

Giorno is caught off-guard as the shadows blow up in his face. He is sent flying and... lands on top of Tee. Ow.

A Japanese-looking man walks out of the flames of the exploding shadows.

Yamoshi goes Super Saiyan 3 and flies at Boyero with a rapid-fire flurry of punches and kicks, finishing by firing a point-blank explosive energy wave.

An arm flies off in a shower of blood, and Susamaru emits a cry of pain... followed by a sadistic smirk as she brutally kicks the Ultimate Being in the guts. Crawling on its fingers, the arm orients itself towards Kars. Another loud noise, and a red arrow wraps itself all around the fallen arm like a mummy bandage. As the arrow unwinds, its force sends the severed limb corkscrewing at Kars with its razor-sharp claws ready to rip his head right off his shoulders while he's potentially still reeling from the kick.

Kars takes the kick, but then when the flying arm comes in, his neck warps several feet off to the side, taking his head with it, in order to dodge. That is... definitely not a human way of moving.

   "Hmmm... Kooooooaaaaaaahhhhh..."   

He breathes in a weird way. He then raises up a hand as rainbow-ish light envelops it, crackling with... something red that isn't electricity. Yahaba, if not also Susamaru, should get a very bad feeling about it.

   "Overdrive!"    Kars makes a Hamon-laden knife-hand stab at Susamaru's severed arm.

Edited by KiriK on Dec 5th 2019 at 1:41:39 PM

The arm twitches like a worm, bursts into flames and burns to ashes.

"Oh."

"Susamaru! He's not normal! I've never seen a person who can do this without a sword! We might need to retreat if things go poorly!"

"Yaha, what are you talking about? Danger is what this game is all about! My heart's all aflutter with excitement! I'm gonna have to get a little bit serious too! Oh, what fun this is!"

Her psychotic grin doesn't leave her face as she takes her kimono off her shoulders, leaving it hanging from the sash at her waist. Four quivering growths appear at the sides of her chest, erupting into extra arms. Simultaneously, her severed arm also grows back.

A vector arrow appears right in front of Kars, trying to catch him in the chest and slam him full force into the walls of the temple. Simultaneously, Susamaru jumps backwards, conjuring and hurling six temari at once at him, which he would be hard-pressed to avoid if he is caught by the arrow.

"So what if you can regenerate? I'll just whittle you down until only your head is left, and keep cutting the pieces that grow back, and I'll serve your head on a little silver platter! What fun this is!"

Edited by Arachnos on Oct 20th 2019 at 10:03:52 AM

Kars starts laughing. He stops the arrow with a Hamon kick, redirecting it into the ceiling - which causes it to bend upward slightly. How did he figure that out? Ultimate Lifeform. He still can't stop more than one arrow per limb at once... hopefully.

   "What fun indeed!"    He contorts his body into weird shapes, dodging two of the temari this way but getting holes blown in him by the other four. At the moment, he doesn't bother regenerating, but that's only because his thoughts lie elsewhere.

   Hmmm... If I utilize my Hamon, I can easily fend off the one with the arrows, but I'm wide open to the woman who throws those toy balls... they remind me of JoJo's ridiculous Clacker Volley trick. If I form a layer of bio-armor, I could easily block the balls, but then channeling my Hamon to stop those arrows will be difficult. What to do...   

Edited by KiriK on Oct 20th 2019 at 9:13:04 AM

What?! He blocked a Koketsu Arrow without being pushed! Impossible! Yahaba recoils in shock. But there's no way he could block all of Susamaru's temaris at once! Strong as he is, he's just one man!

"Susamaru, we'll whittle him down with our combination attack!"

"You got it, Yaha!"

The hail of balls turns into a swarm of angry bees, whirling around Kars, trying to avoid any attempts to destroy them, attacking him from odd angles, hurling themselves back at him from behind when he dodges them. While he's capable of seeing the arrows that telegraph their movements, it would still be quite difficult to dodge all the temaris, seeing as the entire barrage is focused solely on him.

Edited by Arachnos on Oct 20th 2019 at 10:28:25 AM

Kars tries to dodge. Tries.

He gets smacked around all over and starts regenerating as he's being battered, but to Yahaba and Susamaru's potential horror, the more times he gets hit, the less he reacts, as armor like a crab's carapace, or perhaps a turtle shell, begins forming over him in layer after layer after layer.

Eventually he vaguely resembles the Juggernaut, and is no longer fazed by the temari. There are slight crackles of Hamon around his fingertips, but nothing too dangerous.

   As I feared, I'm slowed down and my Hamon is having difficulties reaching the edges of this thick armor. I will have to improvise.   

He slams his hands on the floor. His fingers split off and turn into giant armored serpents. Ten of them. Their fangs carry Hamon currents instead of venom... but to achieve this, Kars had to leave their mouths exposed. They hiss at Yahaba and Susamaru, then all lunge in to try and bite the demons' limbs off.

Skyborn Altar: A Sacrifice for the Old Gods

Omega's stand had far better tracking than he ever could, but even that was not enough. Boyero's heel landed squarely against the back of Omega's skull, and cracked right through, revealing the empty, deathless space within. [Skeleton Warriors], or, as Omega had been considering calling this phase of it, [March of the Skeletons], let loose its charged blast... which went wide, blasting off into the white-blue void of the freezing sky.

For a brief moment as his stand faded away into ashes, Omega seemed like he might be fine. He managed to pull his blade back, and steadied himself, looking Boyero in the eyes... but there was nothing in his eyes. Not rage, not confusion, not cold calculation... just an empty, dark, nothingness. He tried to do something, anything, but... he was already gone. If nothing else, he had at least died fighting, and standing on his feet.

His body slumped over, rooted in place by seemingly nothing more than sheer undead force of will, before slowly collapsing onto its now-lifeless knees. Omega was, as far as this fight was concerned, no more. His spellbook disappeared, and his body remained skeletal, but everything else — the armor, the transforming staff — remained as it had been.

—

Megan watched her friend die in front of her, before turning to face Nightbringer. All three stabs sunk true into her chest... and then she proceeded to grab Nightbringer's wrist, the blade still plunged into her chest. She brought her tail around, blades held at the ready, and said,    "I'm sorry, was that supposed to be fatal? I think you didn't do it right."   

Her tail shot forward like a bundle of razor-tipped snakes, and tried to coil around nightbringer's neck. If successful, Megan would then attempt to use her boosted strength to lift him overhead, and then slam him into the ground — preferably without his blade, but if that wasn't possible, then so be it.

Elsewhere...

Hotel del Rey, Whiterun

Omega awoke, screaming in the most pure form of terror he had ever felt, before realizing that everything was fine.

Except for the fact that he suddenly did not have his armor. Or his staff. Those facts were definitely not fine.