Demi-Fiend stopped in his tracks after she shouted a warning at him. “…You little bastard…” He had a smile on his face, seeing Kassava threatened him. All the verbal abuse, all the shit Kassava went through since her time here, she was still able to maintain some level of confidence. However, he noticed that she was struggling to hold the gun properly indicating something off about the situation.
If Kassava was unable to hold the weapon properly, then she was not the one who shot the bullet. Demi-Fiend stared at the fallen, second version of himself. He thought it was Cuki, but he was fighting her in that strange, godly state. After a moment of thought, Demi-Fiend narrowed his eyes, realizing that since another version from a previous point of time was here, then Kassava and Cuki must had that same aspect as well. He concluded that Kassava’s influence on time had caused a strange occurrence of different points flaring at once.
Basing off that conclusion that Kassava could not done it, Demi-Fiend step forward to her with killing, murderous intent. With an evil grin, fists clenched, and aura pulsing from his body, Demi-Fiend was going to finish this battle before she had the chance to shoot. His tattoos glowed as he’d about to launch another magic attack.
“Me—”
Before Demi-Fiend could finished, Cuki grabbed him from behind. Angered, he flail around to shake the girl off him, but she would not budge. He slammed the back of his head against Cuki’s face and started to thrash around. “Once again, I said… GET. OFF. Javelin Rain!”
Demi-Fiend’s voice went deep, harsh and evil. He was going to destroy them.
The ground around Demi-Fiend, Kassava and Cuki charred as blades of lights burrowed out of it, forming walls of it around them. “Heat Wave!” Demi-Fiend shouted another, spewing out molten lava out of his mouth across the platform to melt the floor they were standing on, to force Kassava to lose her balance and gripe of the gun. Cuki held a tight gripe—and he was going to smashed her to pieces.
“Mamudoon!”
A single blade appeared behind Cuki, covered in pure darkness. It instantly jammed through her back, with the tip appearing out of her chest. “Instant Death.” An instant-death attack spread darkness across her body, to obliterate everything—but because of the rules of Reality Vortex, it just left heavy pain on her body, in hopes of pushing her off him.
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Detective was surprised at Vegetto’s demeanor; after hearing that he was fighting a being name Superman, and considering he enjoyed himself, he was quite curious too. Cross' forces searched around the castle, but seemingly, they can only travel so far. They were contained in this particular room, and cannot move down nor up, until all battles has been fulfilled.
He listen to Zenta’s expansion of what he saw, adding further that Doom seemingly wanted to reduced realities. The Detective considered the memory, the opponents, and the voice’s connections to the tools.
“I think that means that Voice is some sort of god, but because of whatever reasons, he cannot do things he’s normally does.” The Detective didn’t have any hard proof, but this isn’t a wild off speculation. If the tools possessed power, Doom would’ve used it, but he didn’t. He simply waited until everyone’s guard was down, and he took the voice. Once he got that, he starts thrashing everything in sight.
The Detective turns to the group. “That memory we saw… We know that Doom survived this. If Zenta is saying is true, then Doom is forcing everyone to come here, like a large-scale migration. But from what we saw, Doom wasn’t like that before. Something must’ve caused him to change suddenly like that.”
The Detective pondered on, checking out the orb that Waldo carried. “And that large, armored man was displaying a strange energy… similar to this one… Dark Energy.” He uttered the last term. “Yes… I remember now.”
Before he continued….
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The energy-star shaped blade dissolve relatively quickly afterwards as Vegetto-Black disappeared after taking his attack. Spina straighten his body, pulled his head back and yell furiously, as the world gained the full experience of his mighty roar. He panted as his chest enlarged, then decreasing after each deep breath. Spina’s eyes became misty; perhaps it was the water that drippling down on him from energy trail that followed him throughout his attack. Perhaps he was excited that he finally managed to score a win without instantly getting destroyed.
Regardless, Spina pumped his fist in the air as a sign of victory. He took it as a badge of honor that he bested a man he considered as a worthy opponent—not the doppelganger himself but rather him as a concept. He respected Vegetto’s strength, considering him as an adversary—even when Vegetto doesn’t consider him the same. Maybe he does, but he’ll never know.
He left his arms dropped to absorb the silence as the battle concluded. He looked to the left: none. He looked to the right: the same thing. Suddenly, a door appeared in front of him, connecting Spina to where the others are located. He didn’t care whether this door was going to send him to another fight—whatever Doom had in stored for him, Spina was ready.
Using every ounce of his strength, as his transformed state slowly disappearing, he raised his right arm to turn the knob, opening the door. In a flash of light, Spina was suddenly in the presence with the others; The Detective, Cross, Vegetto, all the others were present. Knowing that there wasn’t a battle, his dove-colored eyes disappeared, leaving his sclera completely white. He collapsed to the ground, returning to his base, because his body was so damage from Vegetto-Black’s malicious assault, being completely knocked out. He didn’t even hear what Cross, Zenta and Detective had explained to the group after his statements.