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[hider=Mood Music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VG5rb96nXk[/youtube][/hider][/center][right][h1][color=C67C12]Leon[/color] & [color=7B81B3]Kenshiro[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=ffffff]Mentions: [color=3874f4]Drake Blackmore[/color], [color=DA70D6]Lila Blackwood[/color], A Fucking Dragon/[@Estylwen] |[/color] [color=ffffff]Direct Dialogue: [color=789caa]Amara King/[@Blizz][/color], [color=goldenrod]Sully McPherson/[@Atrophy][/color] |[/color] [color=ffffff]Location:[/color] Elysium Island[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent]Kenshiro was already far ahead of Stormy's walking barriers, knowing how dangerous of a tool a Doomsday sphere could be. It was, after all, a massive ball of plasma that was encompassed purely by a gravity-manipulated pressure system. It was constantly tugging at everything within range (which happened to be substantial), and anything caught inside would meet a roiling death. Zombies by the dozens were gulped down by the hellish blue orb, flying into the air and ripping in half from the force before ultimately shredding apart. They were contributing to an ever-growing accretion disk of dirt and gore queued up to be consumed in a hollow blue heat death. Occasional bits of rock and bone would break from the orbit, launching themselves like high speed projectiles back out into the growing horde.

Only in the sweetest point of its wake could one move; the barrier created by Ken's control over it. Most times, Drake was the one driving it forward with the graceful arcs of lightning to track its pathway. But this constantly rotating sphere of energy was under total telekinetic control, and was doing just as much damage as a dangerous sawblade as it was an all-consuming ball of hot gas. Spinning with it, Ken whipped across the field like a skipping rock, smashing the ground several times in a row before Ken yarded it to a stop at the foot of the magma titan.

Then his whole world lit up. The kinetic beam from the sky, were it not for his ultimately stable position at the rear of a black hole, would've most likely engulfed him in a flaming Hellscape along with the Titan... It seemed like that problem was taken care of, or would at least be so distracted that its initial purpose was moot... This left the flaming lizard in the sky.

Leon, in an attempt to conserve a bit of energy, pushed himself to the limit of his everyday power. He was sprinting as fast as humanoid legs could take him, taking him all the way back to those football games he missed going to. Missed being a part of. It only became more real to him when he heard Sully's scream of pain from across the field.
[color=a36209][i]Such a shame... He was so cute...[/i][/color]
The lumbering giant of a man pivoted hard, in a split second releasing the first sequence of gates that would allow his power to begin pooling up.
[color=C67C12][i]If he's so cute, you want to protect him, right!?[/i][/color]
[color=a36209][i]Cute is a dime a dozen. But I wish to drink from the cup...[/i][/color]
[color=C67C12][i]Then it's settled![/i][/color]

[quote=Amara One][color=789caa]”Who’s still alive out there?!”[/color][/quote]
[color=C67C12]"This is Leon! I'm moving to support Sully, confirm!?"[/color]
[color=789caa][i]”A phantom is with him, stay together and keep an eye on Sully while he heals!”[/i][/color]
[color=C67C12]"You got it!"[/color]

In a single pistoning of his leg, Leon's foot broke ground and kicked him forward with the force of a car. Around the same time, Ken was at the foot of the Magma titan when the Phantombane Spiritbomb went off, giving him the perfect moment to pick up some spinning momentum on the Doomsday again... Seeing as how whatever power necessary had already been put into it, keeping it contained was the only consistent draw from his own reserves. Light work in comparison...
Using the weight of it like an Olympic hammer thrower, Ken rotated once, twice, three times, and another... Then with an absolutely ear-shattering blast, the sphere was dragging him up into the sky hurtling toward the Dragon flapping itself around. As it lost debris, the pale blue light of the internal plasma became more and more brightly visible until he was just a sphere of blue flying through the sky. Each adjustment sounded like fireworks being set off in the clouds overhead.

As the orb climbed ever upward, Leon caught it in his vision and grinned. For a moment, he missed his magics... But the horde of undead closing in on Sully and the Amara clone's position had to be dealt with. Like a bullet, Leon transferred his frontward momentum into his legs, turning himself into a spear that toppled over a swath of the menacing shamblers. Enough that it stopped his momentum fully, letting him softly land on his feet and in stance. He didn't stop for pleasantries, his half-changed appearance resembling what he'd looked like at the meeting in the abandoned bar. His hair was pale white, body larger than it already was, and each swing saw his arms extend like cartoon rubber to cable-drag more zombies down into the ground.
[color=C67C12][i]Where the fuck did they get this many bodies?[/i][/color]
[color=a36209][i]Go drink...[/i][/color]
[color=C67C12][i]Wha-No! He's [b]wounded![/b] We can't even try yet![/i][/color]

Leon felt Lelou grumbling... So his head turned for a split second.
[color=C67C12]"Sully! Buddy!? You gotta [b]drink![/b]"[/color]
He ripped the backpack he was wearing off with his teeth, letting his neck extend and crane enough that he could send it flying toward the Amara Clone.
[color=C67C12]"If he won't drink, force-feed him the green stuff in there!"[/color]
And then the blast wave really hit them. Leon's body reactively turned flat and wide, soaking up debris and the harsh shearing winds so that nothing would hit his brother-in-arms, or the clone tending to him... It was only then in that bright light that he saw Lila's oily black wings furled around her... He could smell someone unfamiliar with her, but couldn't do anything until the devastation rolled over them.

Ken was still making for the source of the pain at breakneck speeds, hoping to catch the Dragon directly in the accretion disk of the Doomsday to bring it to the ground. He vaguely knew how to seal entities, and as it was mostly belief, he liked to believe that this ball of hot plasma would be enough... But it wasn't permanent. He'd have to spend a weapon, or a scroll... But that was only if this worked to begin with. He could feel the pressure system the thing's wings were making, as well as the bomb-blast from behind that was probably [i]something crazy happening[/i]... But he didn't care. This package needed to go somewhere important. Somewhere that it would really make a difference.
[color=7B81B3]"Eat this, fucking [i]Lizard![/i]"[/color] he screamed, sound completely drowned out by the rushing air around him.