Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 17, 2015 6:50:34 GMT
Wyntre was... somewhere.
Somewhere dark.
There was no 'special kind of blackness', no, there was not. No, there was no sign. No hope. No anything. Not even nothing... Well, there was one thing. Herself. Wyntre. But other than her, there was simply shadeless pitch black. Beyond impossibly black. Was she dreaming, again? Was this some sort of induced hallucinogenic? Was she... dead? Arcosian legends had told of a 'waiting room' you sit in before you will go into either Heaven or Hell. Was this the Limbo? She walked through the oblivion that wasn't to be and she felt a cold, a severe cold. What was this? Arcosians could shrug off absolute zero like it was nothing, but what was this? No, this couldn't be Limbo. Perhaps it was Hell. She untrustingly looked around the nothingness as she saw ice build up on her legs as she felt a fire of cold all along her body. She shivered, unsettled. It didn't matter where she ran. There is no difference. Perhaps I'm not moving at all. Perhaps this is all a bad dream. All just another bad dream. She breathed out, miserably failing in her attempt of relaxation. Drip- Oh no. Not this again. No, not this! I don't want to see this! Please, no! -Drap.
And then, just like her normal nightmare, suddenly appeared a figure behind her, and then soon after, another. Large figures. She knew they where there. She put them there, or at least her subconscious did. She turned around, extremely slowly and afraid, to see who they were... They were her. Or, at least, her Brute and Monster Forms. Her Monster Form, she had unlocked, even if in her subconscious. This was the first time she was to know what it looked like. It appeared to be a lot like her Brute Form, actually, but her back head had been extremely elongated, with multiple horns on it two. Her arm-to-joint's biogems had elongates to the sides, giving a strange effect. Her Brute Form appeared as it normally did, and with that sickly smirk, too. And then they charged. Knowing that these Forms had massive power increases compared to her current form, the Suppressed, she knew she didn't have much of a chance. But what was this? According to the scouter that she could swear wasn't there earlier, all three of them had a power increase of around 413k, which was also around a 7.8x increase. All of them had an averaged out power? Her chances increased manyfold, and yet were still infinitesimal. That's two on one. Perhaps she could use her speed o her advantage...
They flew together, ready to strike together, but Wyntre jumped over them to avoid them. Upon landing, she felt the extreme chill at her legs, freezing her, binding her, with invisible ice. Unbreakable ice. This gave her Brute and Monster Forms the perfect opportunity to simultaneously knee her in the face, which also broke the ice as she rag-dolled through the air. Feeling the sensation of frost and pain, it took her a while to see her rolling had been stopped. She looked over. Legs. White legs. She looked up, and saw her True Form. Holy hell her subconscious is a mess. Her scouter decided to tell her that everyone present had an exactly equal PL. When she expected a kick, her True Form rather brought down a hand. She took it as she was picked up onto her own two feet. Alright. A fair fight. Well, perhaps it would be, without the effect of the cold. These forms flew over, and when Wyntre prepared to block a blow, they both offered handshakes. Her True Form shook the Brute Form's hand like nothing ever happened. The monster form... it was so ugly. He hoped she'd never use it. Closing her eyes, she shook her own hand. So, uh, anyone want to explain what's going on? she thought, assuming they could communicate that way. She was correct. That was only a test. A spar. But now, we need to defend.
Defend? What against? Meanwhile, from all directions, was the almost inaudible noise of what a waterfall would sound like if it was sped down to a tenth of it's real speed with slow-motion. Remember Zarmar? A small portion of him snuck onboard. He went to the laboratory, and, as far as we know, he absorbed 'the Slaughterer of Hope', and the #099 projects. Also... it combined with Ferozt's AI. That was the last thing she'd want herself to say. Think. Whatever. But that her, or possibly another, continued to speak in their shared thought channel. While you were training in 120x Gravity, it snuck up on you and invaded your brain in an attempt to absorb our power, but it met resistance. Us. Meanwhile, the sound of the slo-mo waterfall changed, and sounded more like bubbling lava sliding down the rocks of a volcano. Everyone looked up to where the noise centralized as a goop slivered down. It was black, but had s livers of red through it, sort of like the way those people contrast white and milk chocolate in those shell chocolates. The liquid set as it slowly began to resemble a humanoid shape. Now, meshing together like a vomit play-do, was a mixture of black (from Zarmar), metallic silver (from #099) and red (from the Slaughterer). Slowly, the shape became clear. It was an Arcosian, and it wasn't Wyntre. The black, silver and red all meshed together into a white. His biogems had become red, just like his equivalent. The ripples stopped as he wholly gained his form back. He began to laugh. Also good to note, he was absolutely ginormous."Is this all that I will face to reap my prize? You're beautiful, Wyntre. I think I'll make you my Slave Wife."
Every single Wyntre spat in disgust. From above, a fifth piece of saliva was shot down to his feet, as the fifth Wyntre revealed itself. It appeared to be very similar to her True Form, although it had portions of light gray skin among the right and had a cobra-shaped head, not to mention it was larger than the Brute and Monster Forms combined. The Royal Form... The conscious of Wyntre was excited by this, happy with the concept that she was capable of such a form. But this was her mind, her brain. It was probably in all Arcosian minds. Just because it was there, did not mean she would ever achieve it. Perhaps she won't. But it was her goal, her target; unlock the Royal Form. That was all that mattered. I'm a big fan of you, me.
Don't mention it. The five scouters of Wyntre all beeped up at the same time as they alarmed their respective owners of the Power Level of Zarmar-Ferozt, which was 2,000,004. Yes. More than two million. That's almost two SSJ Athrens. And Wyntre is going to defeat it with her mind... Something else to point out, the scouter had told the conscious of Wyntre, also known as the Suppressed one, that if the Transformations of all of the Wyntre's had been averaged out, the Royal Form would be 16x. However, because of the nature of this 'dream', all forms were equal in power to each other, meaning Suppressed was equal to Royal, normally a 16x difference. This only wanted her to get the form even more so. The scouter also had, because it decided to do some more math, decided to alarm them that their combined Power Levels slightly exceeded his. They should be able to sweep the floor nicely. With a rush of confidence, all five of the Wyntre's rushed at Zarmar-Ferozt, who we may as well call Zarzt, who, to avoid the attack, turned into a composite liquid as he split into five different beings all across the still-black landscape. "I'd like to remind you that as this fight is happening, I am still gaining control over your body slowly. You'll make a wonderful minion..."
The five parts split equally into five parts, who each were realistically sized versions of himself. Each Wyntre quickly chose a separate one to battle as five clashes of fists and feet happened across the mindscape... meanwhile, their scouters comforted each one with the knowledge that they were more powerful than the five copies each had a Power Level of around four hundred thousand, which was only around fifteen thousand PL worse off than the originals. But still, it was extremely even. Simultaneously, every Wyntre 'This is Sparta'-kicked their corresponding Ferozts back a few meters as they turned into a goop and reformed back into the much larger Ferozt. "Five minutes, that's all I need! That's the countdown to destruction, Concubines!"
This angered Wyntre immensely. Imagine the angriest anyone has ever been... it's a teeny tiny bit less than that. "I'll kill your cat, too," he said. Now, well, now. Now her skins, all five of them, turned a raging red as raging steam escaped from her brain. The brain that she was currently in. She was simply that impossibly mad, all five of her. Thinking about it, this whole situation is a bit messed up. She and the personifications of her subconscious are fighting off a ancient lizerppl liquid Saiyan of fire thingy in her own brain. How was she in her brain? Why did Power Levels even matter here? Shouldn't she be in her True Form? None of it really made any sense, why? These were all very good questions. Absolutely none of them are going to be answered. Why? 'Coz Anime Logic.
With the beyond impossible rage barely being contained within the Wyntres, they all charged towards Ferozt, the Arcosian ancient Emperor and chauvinistic pig. They all hit him at multiple points with their fists as he was pushed back, he then swiped around, as if trying to strike a mosquito, but rather only damaging the Monster Form. They held the advantage in numbers. Ferozt shouted a terrible scream as every Wyntre was pushed back a good distance as his skin began to shine and he gained an aura of red. His Power Level began to fluctuate greatly as his muscles tensed. Then at a certain point, the Power Level came to a certain point and refused to drop as his body began to vibrate. Air fluctuated across as everyone was sent further back. And, with a roar, his muscle mass had increased many times over as his once-white eyes with red pupils had become wholly red. Four spike-like protrusions came up from his head and he gained a few spikes on his limbs... the Royal Form.
2,666,672PL!
That was quite a lot, they all agreed, and they certainly didn't hold the high-ground anymore. They, altogether, barely had more than 2.14 million! But they had some tricks still in store...
"Four minutes to go. Need I tell you that my Royal Form is far greater than all of you combined? Oh, it matters little anyway: I may as well tell you my plan like all good villains do! I'll reclaim the universe as my own, with you by my side. You should be happy."
Again, a barrage of spit. But, as I had mentioned, they were not completely hopeless. The True Form Wyntre stood forward, confident, as she underwent a transformation herself, aura and all. Her muscle size increased unrealistically, like balloons. Her clavicle bio gem, especially, had grown massively... Full-Power, Ladies and Gentlemen. This, because of how the multipliers averaged out, made all of the Wyntres slightly stronger. From 2.145 million PL to 2.42 million PL! While this was considerable, it still wasn't strong enough to surpass Royal Ferozt. But that mattered little, for they may as well go out with a bang! They flew forwards with a flurry of attacks, but the Royal Form kept blocking them all.
"3 minutes."
Only three minutes left to save herself... Suppressed, stay back. As the Brute, Monster and Full-Power Forms attacked, Suppressed and Royal remained. Why?... I have an idea... What is it?... Ki suppression. You're the consciousness, if you suppress your ki, it may be more difficult for him to take over. It's worth a shot. Alright, first, empty your mind, be calm... I am calm... make your energy overlap over itself. Imagine a cheetah stalking some deer in the long-grass... I'm imaging.... Bring down your energy level, unbar your security... I'm doing so... Good, I can't sense you with my scouter. You did it, and I barely had to subconsciously transfer the knowledge to your- never mind, you did it! They both smiled as they looked over. It didn't do anything. The smiling stopped.
"2 minutes."
The Wyntre's pulled back as they began to formulate a plan in the thought stream. They slowly flew upwards in the infinite void, as, upon each's finger, a Supernova was beginning it's charge. Only a matter of seconds later, Ferozt saw this and began to make his own. Each of this glistened in golden starry light and radiated a fantastic warmness, and then, as they combined them into one massive Supernova of tremendous might, they still continued to charge, as did Ferozt. Even as both Supernovas had tremendous size, they slowly got larger, and brighter... Around now, it looked like a Red Supergiant.
"1 minute!"
And, exactly when he said that, with the combined might of all five Wyntres, the mighty Supernova was thrown, and a few seconds later, Ferozt's. After around ten seconds of movement, they clashed in magnificent glory as everything was pushed back with the shockwave of pure power. However, Ferozt began to laugh as his Supernova was quickly pushing back theirs.
"30 seconds!"
Seeing that they weren't winning the clash, they decided on something possibly drastic as they each formed a small Supernova over a span of around ten seconds and threw it into the larger, composite Supernova, each one radiating a wonderful light... Their chances were looking better and better as the Supernova was getting pushed extremely close to Ferozt. With an intense focus, it began to get pushed back again, away from Ferozt. They won't defeat him in time. "10!" Suddenly, all five of the Wyntre's shifted to another angle by his side, unnoticed because of Ki Suppression, as they shot one attack, each: the Full-Power Death Beam. With extreme power, Ferozt's entire lower torso was removed in extreme agonizing pain and red lasers of death death. "5!" This pain distracted him as he lost his focus as the Supernovas became nearer and nearer. "4!" Ferozt felt the heat of the stars probably about to explode in his face as he tried to regain focus and push it back. "3!" It wasn't working well as the beam slowly impended as he struggled to push it away. "2!!" He regained his focus as the Supernova was pushed back. They all imagined what was about to happen... "1!!!" she shouted, as, with literally less than a second to go, the Suppressed Wyntre flew in and punched Ferozt, knowing very well that his lack of focus would send the Supernova into them both... a noble sacrifice as the death of a star took place. It flew directly into them both as flesh began to sizzle...
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Earlier, Wyntre was happily training in 120x Gravity, not knowing about the metallic creature that was sneaking up on her.
One second later, Wyntre was inside her own brain, in a way, fighting off Ferozt as she was forced to sleep.
Around 10 minutes later, Wyntre woke up in a shock as she immediately knew what to do. Wasn't she just thrown into the Supernova? She's here now, that's all that mattered. Looking down in a panic, she saw the dazed being, but it wasn't Ferozt. It was made of slivers if silver, red and black. If you didn't figure it out by now, It only had the AI of Ferozt, and only appeared to be him in the mind, where not all is at it seemed. It must have been at a shock from it's rejection.
She instinctively squashed it like a bug, but it didn't go splat. No, it got larger. It slowly sunk into a humanoid-y shape, and molded itself further. Zarmar. Yes, Zarmar.
It had extremely unrealistically- gargantuan muscles, and hair made of fire; it flicked in between red, silver, green and orange. However, according to her scouter, it only had a Power Level of a little under 600,000. For some reason, he was many times more powerful in her mind... Perhaps an illusion? They charged at each other simultaneously.. Realistically, she thought, she'd only be able to win this battle in her True Form, and even that was a bit of a stretch. Considering that she was still in her Suppressed Form, around 55k, her chances weren't the best, especially without a transformation. Meanwhile, Zarmar punched Wyntre into a war as it made a dent, all the while in 120x.
"Fine, I'll simply have to damage you a bit before I make you my bride this time..."
He's so weird. Wyntre slid down from the wall, considerably damaged already, and shot a ki blast at him, which he easily dodged. He then jumped at her, turned wholly into a liquid, and acted as a slimy glue, attaching her to the wall as she tried to break free. A small finger-like construct was formed, about to try to invade her brain again... With a sudden burst of power, it was pushed back by her angered purple aura. She stepped up to him as his muscle mass increased, voice deepened, horns bent and size doubled. She then commenced to slap him in what what acting as his face, but it didn't do much. He then commenced to turn into a liquid and charge again...
"Resistance is futile, I will get what I want!"
"Never!"
Knowing she won't be able to use the same trick twice, and that she didn't have any tricks left, she was left with only one option. As a tentacle of slime was about to be sent up her nostrils/ears/mouth, she prepared a ki blast, but didn't shoot him... she shot the wall with a bang, revealing the vacuum of space. Zarmar/Ferozt was shocked at this as, slowly, his body of weird liquid was sent, because of the vacuum, into space, along with all air in the room. She watched on as his body was sent into the vacuum of space, where it boiled in the pressure. As it writhed in agony, it slowly set, like a cake of some sort, as the liquid set into an odd-looking meteorite of some sort... about to be sent into the sun by it's gravity. But then it moved... and then it laughed. a face formed out of the rock-like substance.
"According to my genetic memory, the DNA of the Slaughterer has allowed me to 'breath in space', if you will."
Oh, drat. She should have expected this. The Slaughterer had displayed the ability to survive in space, something about being part 'Lovecraftian Cyborg Elder God' of some sort. And now, because of that, he can survive in space... his solid body slowly shifted back into a liquid as Wyntre remained in the 120x.
"I take it you don't know where you are."
And so, she looked around. That star isn't Sol... and that planet is... Arcose. And then, everything clicked into place.
"I see you've figured it out. Yes, I had took control over the ship. Now, I am to go to my tomb, find my body, and... well. The universe will bend to my will."
Small slivers of liquid slipped out of the cracks of the ship, these had took control over it wholly, how he could so easily travel to Arcose with it. He then gave a salute, and a laugh, and let the planet's gravity take him in, expecting Wyntre to follow. He flew directly into the planet, sure going to murder quite a few. This cannot stand, she has to stop him! She growled as she departed, following.
What will Wyntre do? Is Ferozt going to be successful? Wasn't Ferozt's real body's PL almost four million?
Find out next time, on Dragon BaoZ!
Somewhere dark.
There was no 'special kind of blackness', no, there was not. No, there was no sign. No hope. No anything. Not even nothing... Well, there was one thing. Herself. Wyntre. But other than her, there was simply shadeless pitch black. Beyond impossibly black. Was she dreaming, again? Was this some sort of induced hallucinogenic? Was she... dead? Arcosian legends had told of a 'waiting room' you sit in before you will go into either Heaven or Hell. Was this the Limbo? She walked through the oblivion that wasn't to be and she felt a cold, a severe cold. What was this? Arcosians could shrug off absolute zero like it was nothing, but what was this? No, this couldn't be Limbo. Perhaps it was Hell. She untrustingly looked around the nothingness as she saw ice build up on her legs as she felt a fire of cold all along her body. She shivered, unsettled. It didn't matter where she ran. There is no difference. Perhaps I'm not moving at all. Perhaps this is all a bad dream. All just another bad dream. She breathed out, miserably failing in her attempt of relaxation. Drip- Oh no. Not this again. No, not this! I don't want to see this! Please, no! -Drap.
And then, just like her normal nightmare, suddenly appeared a figure behind her, and then soon after, another. Large figures. She knew they where there. She put them there, or at least her subconscious did. She turned around, extremely slowly and afraid, to see who they were... They were her. Or, at least, her Brute and Monster Forms. Her Monster Form, she had unlocked, even if in her subconscious. This was the first time she was to know what it looked like. It appeared to be a lot like her Brute Form, actually, but her back head had been extremely elongated, with multiple horns on it two. Her arm-to-joint's biogems had elongates to the sides, giving a strange effect. Her Brute Form appeared as it normally did, and with that sickly smirk, too. And then they charged. Knowing that these Forms had massive power increases compared to her current form, the Suppressed, she knew she didn't have much of a chance. But what was this? According to the scouter that she could swear wasn't there earlier, all three of them had a power increase of around 413k, which was also around a 7.8x increase. All of them had an averaged out power? Her chances increased manyfold, and yet were still infinitesimal. That's two on one. Perhaps she could use her speed o her advantage...
They flew together, ready to strike together, but Wyntre jumped over them to avoid them. Upon landing, she felt the extreme chill at her legs, freezing her, binding her, with invisible ice. Unbreakable ice. This gave her Brute and Monster Forms the perfect opportunity to simultaneously knee her in the face, which also broke the ice as she rag-dolled through the air. Feeling the sensation of frost and pain, it took her a while to see her rolling had been stopped. She looked over. Legs. White legs. She looked up, and saw her True Form. Holy hell her subconscious is a mess. Her scouter decided to tell her that everyone present had an exactly equal PL. When she expected a kick, her True Form rather brought down a hand. She took it as she was picked up onto her own two feet. Alright. A fair fight. Well, perhaps it would be, without the effect of the cold. These forms flew over, and when Wyntre prepared to block a blow, they both offered handshakes. Her True Form shook the Brute Form's hand like nothing ever happened. The monster form... it was so ugly. He hoped she'd never use it. Closing her eyes, she shook her own hand. So, uh, anyone want to explain what's going on? she thought, assuming they could communicate that way. She was correct. That was only a test. A spar. But now, we need to defend.
Defend? What against? Meanwhile, from all directions, was the almost inaudible noise of what a waterfall would sound like if it was sped down to a tenth of it's real speed with slow-motion. Remember Zarmar? A small portion of him snuck onboard. He went to the laboratory, and, as far as we know, he absorbed 'the Slaughterer of Hope', and the #099 projects. Also... it combined with Ferozt's AI. That was the last thing she'd want herself to say. Think. Whatever. But that her, or possibly another, continued to speak in their shared thought channel. While you were training in 120x Gravity, it snuck up on you and invaded your brain in an attempt to absorb our power, but it met resistance. Us. Meanwhile, the sound of the slo-mo waterfall changed, and sounded more like bubbling lava sliding down the rocks of a volcano. Everyone looked up to where the noise centralized as a goop slivered down. It was black, but had s livers of red through it, sort of like the way those people contrast white and milk chocolate in those shell chocolates. The liquid set as it slowly began to resemble a humanoid shape. Now, meshing together like a vomit play-do, was a mixture of black (from Zarmar), metallic silver (from #099) and red (from the Slaughterer). Slowly, the shape became clear. It was an Arcosian, and it wasn't Wyntre. The black, silver and red all meshed together into a white. His biogems had become red, just like his equivalent. The ripples stopped as he wholly gained his form back. He began to laugh. Also good to note, he was absolutely ginormous."Is this all that I will face to reap my prize? You're beautiful, Wyntre. I think I'll make you my Slave Wife."
Every single Wyntre spat in disgust. From above, a fifth piece of saliva was shot down to his feet, as the fifth Wyntre revealed itself. It appeared to be very similar to her True Form, although it had portions of light gray skin among the right and had a cobra-shaped head, not to mention it was larger than the Brute and Monster Forms combined. The Royal Form... The conscious of Wyntre was excited by this, happy with the concept that she was capable of such a form. But this was her mind, her brain. It was probably in all Arcosian minds. Just because it was there, did not mean she would ever achieve it. Perhaps she won't. But it was her goal, her target; unlock the Royal Form. That was all that mattered. I'm a big fan of you, me.
Don't mention it. The five scouters of Wyntre all beeped up at the same time as they alarmed their respective owners of the Power Level of Zarmar-Ferozt, which was 2,000,004. Yes. More than two million. That's almost two SSJ Athrens. And Wyntre is going to defeat it with her mind... Something else to point out, the scouter had told the conscious of Wyntre, also known as the Suppressed one, that if the Transformations of all of the Wyntre's had been averaged out, the Royal Form would be 16x. However, because of the nature of this 'dream', all forms were equal in power to each other, meaning Suppressed was equal to Royal, normally a 16x difference. This only wanted her to get the form even more so. The scouter also had, because it decided to do some more math, decided to alarm them that their combined Power Levels slightly exceeded his. They should be able to sweep the floor nicely. With a rush of confidence, all five of the Wyntre's rushed at Zarmar-Ferozt, who we may as well call Zarzt, who, to avoid the attack, turned into a composite liquid as he split into five different beings all across the still-black landscape. "I'd like to remind you that as this fight is happening, I am still gaining control over your body slowly. You'll make a wonderful minion..."
The five parts split equally into five parts, who each were realistically sized versions of himself. Each Wyntre quickly chose a separate one to battle as five clashes of fists and feet happened across the mindscape... meanwhile, their scouters comforted each one with the knowledge that they were more powerful than the five copies each had a Power Level of around four hundred thousand, which was only around fifteen thousand PL worse off than the originals. But still, it was extremely even. Simultaneously, every Wyntre 'This is Sparta'-kicked their corresponding Ferozts back a few meters as they turned into a goop and reformed back into the much larger Ferozt. "Five minutes, that's all I need! That's the countdown to destruction, Concubines!"
This angered Wyntre immensely. Imagine the angriest anyone has ever been... it's a teeny tiny bit less than that. "I'll kill your cat, too," he said. Now, well, now. Now her skins, all five of them, turned a raging red as raging steam escaped from her brain. The brain that she was currently in. She was simply that impossibly mad, all five of her. Thinking about it, this whole situation is a bit messed up. She and the personifications of her subconscious are fighting off a ancient lizerppl liquid Saiyan of fire thingy in her own brain. How was she in her brain? Why did Power Levels even matter here? Shouldn't she be in her True Form? None of it really made any sense, why? These were all very good questions. Absolutely none of them are going to be answered. Why? 'Coz Anime Logic.
With the beyond impossible rage barely being contained within the Wyntres, they all charged towards Ferozt, the Arcosian ancient Emperor and chauvinistic pig. They all hit him at multiple points with their fists as he was pushed back, he then swiped around, as if trying to strike a mosquito, but rather only damaging the Monster Form. They held the advantage in numbers. Ferozt shouted a terrible scream as every Wyntre was pushed back a good distance as his skin began to shine and he gained an aura of red. His Power Level began to fluctuate greatly as his muscles tensed. Then at a certain point, the Power Level came to a certain point and refused to drop as his body began to vibrate. Air fluctuated across as everyone was sent further back. And, with a roar, his muscle mass had increased many times over as his once-white eyes with red pupils had become wholly red. Four spike-like protrusions came up from his head and he gained a few spikes on his limbs... the Royal Form.
2,666,672PL!
That was quite a lot, they all agreed, and they certainly didn't hold the high-ground anymore. They, altogether, barely had more than 2.14 million! But they had some tricks still in store...
"Four minutes to go. Need I tell you that my Royal Form is far greater than all of you combined? Oh, it matters little anyway: I may as well tell you my plan like all good villains do! I'll reclaim the universe as my own, with you by my side. You should be happy."
Again, a barrage of spit. But, as I had mentioned, they were not completely hopeless. The True Form Wyntre stood forward, confident, as she underwent a transformation herself, aura and all. Her muscle size increased unrealistically, like balloons. Her clavicle bio gem, especially, had grown massively... Full-Power, Ladies and Gentlemen. This, because of how the multipliers averaged out, made all of the Wyntres slightly stronger. From 2.145 million PL to 2.42 million PL! While this was considerable, it still wasn't strong enough to surpass Royal Ferozt. But that mattered little, for they may as well go out with a bang! They flew forwards with a flurry of attacks, but the Royal Form kept blocking them all.
"3 minutes."
Only three minutes left to save herself... Suppressed, stay back. As the Brute, Monster and Full-Power Forms attacked, Suppressed and Royal remained. Why?... I have an idea... What is it?... Ki suppression. You're the consciousness, if you suppress your ki, it may be more difficult for him to take over. It's worth a shot. Alright, first, empty your mind, be calm... I am calm... make your energy overlap over itself. Imagine a cheetah stalking some deer in the long-grass... I'm imaging.... Bring down your energy level, unbar your security... I'm doing so... Good, I can't sense you with my scouter. You did it, and I barely had to subconsciously transfer the knowledge to your- never mind, you did it! They both smiled as they looked over. It didn't do anything. The smiling stopped.
"2 minutes."
The Wyntre's pulled back as they began to formulate a plan in the thought stream. They slowly flew upwards in the infinite void, as, upon each's finger, a Supernova was beginning it's charge. Only a matter of seconds later, Ferozt saw this and began to make his own. Each of this glistened in golden starry light and radiated a fantastic warmness, and then, as they combined them into one massive Supernova of tremendous might, they still continued to charge, as did Ferozt. Even as both Supernovas had tremendous size, they slowly got larger, and brighter... Around now, it looked like a Red Supergiant.
"1 minute!"
And, exactly when he said that, with the combined might of all five Wyntres, the mighty Supernova was thrown, and a few seconds later, Ferozt's. After around ten seconds of movement, they clashed in magnificent glory as everything was pushed back with the shockwave of pure power. However, Ferozt began to laugh as his Supernova was quickly pushing back theirs.
"30 seconds!"
Seeing that they weren't winning the clash, they decided on something possibly drastic as they each formed a small Supernova over a span of around ten seconds and threw it into the larger, composite Supernova, each one radiating a wonderful light... Their chances were looking better and better as the Supernova was getting pushed extremely close to Ferozt. With an intense focus, it began to get pushed back again, away from Ferozt. They won't defeat him in time. "10!" Suddenly, all five of the Wyntre's shifted to another angle by his side, unnoticed because of Ki Suppression, as they shot one attack, each: the Full-Power Death Beam. With extreme power, Ferozt's entire lower torso was removed in extreme agonizing pain and red lasers of death death. "5!" This pain distracted him as he lost his focus as the Supernovas became nearer and nearer. "4!" Ferozt felt the heat of the stars probably about to explode in his face as he tried to regain focus and push it back. "3!" It wasn't working well as the beam slowly impended as he struggled to push it away. "2!!" He regained his focus as the Supernova was pushed back. They all imagined what was about to happen... "1!!!" she shouted, as, with literally less than a second to go, the Suppressed Wyntre flew in and punched Ferozt, knowing very well that his lack of focus would send the Supernova into them both... a noble sacrifice as the death of a star took place. It flew directly into them both as flesh began to sizzle...
-----
Earlier, Wyntre was happily training in 120x Gravity, not knowing about the metallic creature that was sneaking up on her.
One second later, Wyntre was inside her own brain, in a way, fighting off Ferozt as she was forced to sleep.
Around 10 minutes later, Wyntre woke up in a shock as she immediately knew what to do. Wasn't she just thrown into the Supernova? She's here now, that's all that mattered. Looking down in a panic, she saw the dazed being, but it wasn't Ferozt. It was made of slivers if silver, red and black. If you didn't figure it out by now, It only had the AI of Ferozt, and only appeared to be him in the mind, where not all is at it seemed. It must have been at a shock from it's rejection.
She instinctively squashed it like a bug, but it didn't go splat. No, it got larger. It slowly sunk into a humanoid-y shape, and molded itself further. Zarmar. Yes, Zarmar.
It had extremely unrealistically- gargantuan muscles, and hair made of fire; it flicked in between red, silver, green and orange. However, according to her scouter, it only had a Power Level of a little under 600,000. For some reason, he was many times more powerful in her mind... Perhaps an illusion? They charged at each other simultaneously.. Realistically, she thought, she'd only be able to win this battle in her True Form, and even that was a bit of a stretch. Considering that she was still in her Suppressed Form, around 55k, her chances weren't the best, especially without a transformation. Meanwhile, Zarmar punched Wyntre into a war as it made a dent, all the while in 120x.
"Fine, I'll simply have to damage you a bit before I make you my bride this time..."
He's so weird. Wyntre slid down from the wall, considerably damaged already, and shot a ki blast at him, which he easily dodged. He then jumped at her, turned wholly into a liquid, and acted as a slimy glue, attaching her to the wall as she tried to break free. A small finger-like construct was formed, about to try to invade her brain again... With a sudden burst of power, it was pushed back by her angered purple aura. She stepped up to him as his muscle mass increased, voice deepened, horns bent and size doubled. She then commenced to slap him in what what acting as his face, but it didn't do much. He then commenced to turn into a liquid and charge again...
"Resistance is futile, I will get what I want!"
"Never!"
Knowing she won't be able to use the same trick twice, and that she didn't have any tricks left, she was left with only one option. As a tentacle of slime was about to be sent up her nostrils/ears/mouth, she prepared a ki blast, but didn't shoot him... she shot the wall with a bang, revealing the vacuum of space. Zarmar/Ferozt was shocked at this as, slowly, his body of weird liquid was sent, because of the vacuum, into space, along with all air in the room. She watched on as his body was sent into the vacuum of space, where it boiled in the pressure. As it writhed in agony, it slowly set, like a cake of some sort, as the liquid set into an odd-looking meteorite of some sort... about to be sent into the sun by it's gravity. But then it moved... and then it laughed. a face formed out of the rock-like substance.
"According to my genetic memory, the DNA of the Slaughterer has allowed me to 'breath in space', if you will."
Oh, drat. She should have expected this. The Slaughterer had displayed the ability to survive in space, something about being part 'Lovecraftian Cyborg Elder God' of some sort. And now, because of that, he can survive in space... his solid body slowly shifted back into a liquid as Wyntre remained in the 120x.
"I take it you don't know where you are."
And so, she looked around. That star isn't Sol... and that planet is... Arcose. And then, everything clicked into place.
"I see you've figured it out. Yes, I had took control over the ship. Now, I am to go to my tomb, find my body, and... well. The universe will bend to my will."
Small slivers of liquid slipped out of the cracks of the ship, these had took control over it wholly, how he could so easily travel to Arcose with it. He then gave a salute, and a laugh, and let the planet's gravity take him in, expecting Wyntre to follow. He flew directly into the planet, sure going to murder quite a few. This cannot stand, she has to stop him! She growled as she departed, following.
What will Wyntre do? Is Ferozt going to be successful? Wasn't Ferozt's real body's PL almost four million?
Find out next time, on Dragon Bao