The Big, The Bad, And The Brawly. (Yet Another) Brawl RP.

[CJ1145]

Yasha stepped forward, stretching out one of his arms in preparation. "I have punched the spirit of an entire planet in its face. Neither ghosts nor water scare me."

Giving himself a bit of space to get at a running start, Yasha took off full tilt and smashed into the water; he probably could have walked, and the impact likely wouldn't have hurt quite so much, but he got in nonetheless. Being a frequent flyer in outer space, breathing wasn't any sort of problem for him, moving for the door and pimpsmacking the nearest robofish.

 

[Red Magic]

The captain made a vaguely sad face before making an unmistakably angry face. "Not so fast!" Murasa yelled sending a torrent of water in every direction as she yelled. "No one takes light of water while I'm around!" Murasa then wrapped the chain around the robot's leg before hurling an energy anchor at Yasha. "Gotcha!"

 

[Fury Is Me.]

I don't feel like Deus Ex Machina-ing Alex through this quite yet. This could get funny. Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Dr. Wily was watching Captain Murasa rampage in his aquatic death room. He paused for a minute, mouth slightly agape at the spectacle. "I... Um... Well, i didn't see that coming, but I'm glad it did!"

 

[CJ1145]

Yasha turned to face the oncoming... anchor. A surprisingly non-threatening object for the sheer ludicrousness of it. His hand glowed to the point it looked fit to burst with blue mantra, and he struck out with a right open palm strike. His hand impacted with the oncoming anchor, stopping it as he extended his limb to its full length.

He was stuck like that for a moment, before an extra burst of force sent it hurtling back at the Captain. The demigod took the moment of respite to rub his arm and swim to the other side of a mine. That hurt enough that he wouldn't really like to go through with it again; dodging would be the move of choice from now on.

 

[Red Magic]

The anchor traveled back at her and as it passed through her she split in two, grinning before coming together. "Now that... Made me mad." Murasa said stomping her left foot forward. A rift then opened up in the pool and about one hundred and fifty ghostly arms began grabbing at her underwater targets. "SINK. SINK. SINKSINK. SINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINKSINK."

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Dr. Wily was looking away from the screen. He never liked horror movies.

 

[SteakHeart]

Alex just stood there, confused out of his mind.

 

[CJ1145]

Yasha, being the closest and probably the most annoying by way of competence, received the lion's share of ghostly tentacle molestation. A good 70 arms grabbed him in every location a hand could reach, until he was to an outsider nothing more than a mass of translucent limbs writhing around like a bear trapped inside a sleeping bag.

The arms pulled down, urging the demigod to go further and further down towards the rift. He struggled with every mechanical muscle, but the force of the apparitions was simply too strong. He could not see out of the mess, but he knew he'd be within the rift soon. There was only one thing to do. Releasing that much mantra might do... he didn't know what it would do, really. Probably not kill him. But weaken him? Yes. And that was something he couldn't afford.

But what else could he do?

Inside the water, it was difficult to notice the blue aura slowly peeping through the ghostly hands at first. But as it grew more intense, and the arms began to shake, shiver, and even jive a bit, it was really quite hard to miss.

"HYAAAH!"

In a single pule of blue light, the arms were vivisected and diced, and Yasha burst out from the mess like a torpedo. "Airman!" he shouted as he passed the robot, slicing a few of the arms heading his way. "Get to the door! The ghost is mine!"

Still propelling himself further, and still running on the energy he could hardly afford to waste, Yasha moved towards the Dread Pirate Rob--I mean, Murasa--he spun like a top, his outstretched arms serving as propellers and deadly weapons alike. Maybe he was immune to physical blows; but Yasha wished to see just what mantra might do.

 

[Red Magic]

Murasa smirked even wider and she called up more arms in front of her like a wall. "I've drowned more people in my one millennium of it than most wars combined. As as they drowned they became mine." Murasa said raising her anchor in front of her just in case as Yasha seemed to cut through the arms like a hot knife through butter. "Not everything floats down here." She laughed excitedly. "Now, get past my Anchor if you can!"

 

[BoosterGold]

Eyebrows watch with terror and awe as Murasa's need to drown and sink to hold of her as she found water, and to make matters worse Yasha was being an idiot and actually challenging her, We really don't have time for this shit she thought as she beheld the battle
Then out of nowhere an idea hit her. "Hey guys quick while Yasha is distracting Murasa's need to drown everything we all need to cross the tank." shouted Eyebrows as she swan dove into the water twirling her flail like a boat motor.

 

[figment of mind]

Komachi palm met her face as she stared at the spectacle before her. She should have seen this coming when she saw the water but she didn't think that Murasa would be stupid enough to try something like that now. She guessed that it could make sense to do something like that if one had nothing to fear and thought nothing could hurt them....

"Alright...but if she takes notice then i'll stay with Yasha and deal with whatever she throws at us. It wouldn't be the first time i've had to deal with a rowdy spirit..." Komachi said, taking note of Eyebrows and relieved that there was someone else who was sane enough to recognize that it wasn't the time to fight each other.

 

[Zirat]

Airman shot a number of encompassing fish, Murasa was busy with the large Reploid so it gave him time to continue. The robot was dead set on a mission, and he wasn't going to let idiots slow him down. Taking his time at the moment Airman came across the deadliest trap to any automaton from his world: A lined corridor with spikes. A aggravated half-stutter of his propellers sent a angry current of bubbles forward.

Though the answer came to him in a multitude of disappearing\reappearing blocks. Watching for a pattern Airman jumped for the first block and began to cross the pit.

 

[CJ1145]

Yasha's arms swung like pendulums as he carved his way through the thick forest; where arms were trees, and demigods were lumberjacks. He wished he had the energy to yell at the others for being such idiots; he was being such a perfect distraction, and they'd rather gawk than take the opportunity to move on? Oh well, perhaps he could just kill this ghost and be done with it. It would be cutting it a bit close, considering how low his mantra reserves were getting... but the others would need more time, regardless.

As the last arm was cut into ribbons, Yasha lurched out towards the anchor.

"I would like to hear this number, how many you have drowned? Is it anywhere near one trillion?"

He smashed his hand into the anchor, and attempted to crush it.

"Because that is how many human lives I am responsible for ending."

 

[Red Magic]

"Let me guess! You used some kind of God power to do it! I had to drag every single sailor down to the depths as they fought for their lives!" Murasa shouted as the anchor began to crack slightly, for the first time a hint of fear came over her face. "I'll be the first ghost to ever drown the divine!" Murasa laughed madly.

 

[figment of mind]

"Alright, let's go...", Komachi said to the others as she jumped into the water and swam after Airman. She hoped that he had dealt with anything blocking their way but was prepared to deal with them just in case.

Slicing through a few fish, she noted a large pit that Airman was jumping over, which would be bad, if she couldn't just swim over it. She didn't overtake him just yet though, not wanting to be held up by anything that required his knowledge.

 

[CJ1145]

"God power?" Yasha asked, a bitter smile on his face as he pressed further. "No. No, I used no such thing."

He felt the sorrow and guilt of 12,000 years weighing down on him. "When they saw me, they felt such awe and fear that they fell on their knees, and they begged for death."

He pressed further, and further. "If someone had not beaten me to it, I would suggest you do the same!"

 

[Red Magic]

"I'd rather the ocean obliterate me like it did then fall to someone like you!" The captain shouted trying her hardest to shove back as the cracks in the anchor became more evident. "I'm not going to rest until the water swallows you whole!" She cried as her eyes glowed with ghostly energy,and her ghostly legs were pushed back slowly.

 

[SteakHeart]

Alex said nothing, merely whipped his Whipfist straight at Murasa. "No fighting."

 

[Red Magic]

Murasa grinned as the whipfist went through her, she then made her mouth physical, bit into it and tried to pull Alex into what could only be described as the world's worst pool party. Murasa figured her chances of getting out of this were growing thin anyway. She was going to have some fun.

 

[SteakHeart]

Alex screamed as he hit the water. He kicked and shifted his free arm into claws, then severed his Whipfist arm, and returned to the surface, regenerating a new arm quickly. "God damn it!" he shouted.