Aboard his vast mystical Man-O-War, Tenjin rode the chaotic waves, like the abyssal tides of time and space. The thunder boomed louder, like the hammer of a great forge god striking down upon an archaic anvil. His dread ship cracked and scratched with a strangeness that was not unlike a diabolical haunting. Certainly, no frigate sailing now had the Grim Ghost at its head and further born from his own daemon-spells.
There had been a time when his ruthlessness would drive him headlong into battle, to die only to be born again. A primal and uncanny fearlessness. Though, that was the past and Katsuro was far more dangerous in his cautiousness and patience. Weary of the lengths his enemies' were willing to venture to see the Arcane Assassin doomed, he himself had established various countermeasures put in place. He had been killed twice before, both by attacks launched from a distance, one he had never seen coming. The Shogun's presence and their tumultuous relationship and dark pact at hand, to butcher STRIKE by any means, he still did not trust her or her mutant band. Thus, he placed a Ward spell, a great invisible barrier around his vessel and also himself. Although, the Red Eyed Fiend's foul magick was sublime, he was too far from frail.
If war was coming, he was prepared. Indeed, every precaution would be needed.
His cruel gaze scanned the distance, just before his eldritch vessel took flight, just as the massive black portal to the Shadowrealm manifested.
Even the thunder above could not attempt to match the first explosion. Iridescent shards of hard-light glistened in the great plumes of crimson, tangerine and canary. The pure force of the impact shattered beams and planks and ripped the sails asunder. Within the span of micro-seconds, two additional blasts from the mighty weapon were sent forth. Ready to annihilate the captain of the mysterious ship. Apex's attacks where nearly immediately, yes, following each other at the speeds nearing eleven and a half thousand miles per hour. Nearly any mortal man would surely have succumbed to such a beleaguerment. However, Tenjin, the Ominous Esper was more than meets the eye.
The Dark Lord of the Ebon Lotus, his body only in appearance, that of a beautiful fey-touched yet frightening warrior. Beneath the skin, that alabaster vampire-like flesh, was the working of a mechanical monstrosity.
His nervous system, omitted and replaced with one created by strange science, using neutrinos. Bound by Quantum Entanglement, these neutrinos move, due to entangled dynamics, at speeds far exceeding the speed of light as normative physics have no sway. Allowing him effectively instantaneous reflexes, hence even such speeds produced by Apex's cannon could be perceived and reacted to with relative ease.
The carbon-nanotube yarn fibers which comprised his muscles became braced as his neutrino powered cranial nerves sent messages throughout his cybernetic body.
The scenery was still in the midst of a grand explosion, the Shalmenser like time had been slowed, was being torn apart, ropes and rigs flaying at the kinetic whim, several thousand tons of explosive force propelling shards of wood into the air. The only thing fast was lightning which streaked across the sky like a enormous serpent and of course, Tenjin's reflexes.
His black cloak was aflame at the very bottom, as he pivoted on his feet, his stride with such wonderful elfin grace that he almost danced. The flames on his cloak a bright red fading to black in wisps of fire, the second narrowly passed his chest, flying nanometers from his deep onyx vibranium cuirass while the third traveled where his head would have been. His scarlet eyes watching it pass by as his cloak enveloped him in a sheet of blackness and ultimately nothingness.
It was then, that the rounds struck the falling foremast, resulting in twin explosions rivaling the first. Only for the Dynamic Destroyer to cross into the Shadowrealm personally, and escaping what would seem at a distance, an inevitable death.
All of this action, even more miraculously, took place in less than a second.
With the phantasmal Ship of the Line engulfed in a series of violent explosions above the waves along with dissolving enormous shards of that rainbow-like hard light now visible, the clouds themselves trembled. Unless Apex had eyes which could perceive the action, it was likely she would assume the Virtuoso of Violence was felled.
"I am in position." the Liafador Goddess announced.
Out from the earth, a black spire spiraled upwards, spinning out from the ground in a small outward stretching ring of fire. That drill-like beacon of dismay rose to the height of a large man, only to spread open, given the semblance of a great span of a gargantuan crow. The flames began to scream, otherworldly like, in a pitch befitting the gulfs of hell as the wingspan fell eatherally onto the ground into the guise of a cloak.
Tenjin stood a few meters away from Maya, the right side of his dazzlingly somber face charred to the bone. No less from the explosion he had but a mere second ago endured. However, the bone was plated in a shimmering titanium, nanotubes portraying sinew while his blazing red eyes peered over to the Liafador, his newfound ally. Only to shift them forward and to gaze into the distance once more. His golden crown reflecting dim lights, like his skull beneath pallid flesh amidst his turbulent sable hair.
He telepathically announced his presence, even his mental voice plagued with unfathomable horrors. "I have also arrived." Those who were listening would heed their call.
Amongst the necromantic dead of Kai's fallen troops, the depths of oblivion in his eyes, a carnal rage overtaken his features. Vengeance would soon be on the horizon, but after other matters were settled.
Death was coming and the Grim Ghost was its messenger.
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