kishin asura said
As soon as the blade hits, thousands of runes appear on the man's body. Using the blade to drain toguro's aura. The man lets out an annoyed sigh and mutters "goddammit not again. Hate when that happens...."
((How are you draining magic from an absolute magical vacuum? By definition, it contains no magic whatsoever, it's dangerous because it exemplifies the absence of magic. It would be like drawing the moisture out of electron, there's simply nothing to drain. Of course, if you explain this in a way that makes sense I'll happily go with it, but I must warn you, if you're going to pull some retardedly overpowered abilities, like Najimmi's 'I can kill anything by weakening it and removing it's ability to remove weakness' idea, I will simply ignore your posts.))
Toguro smiles, as he finds himself surrounded by opponents. Three foes, each of them dangerous in their own right, each of them wielding a mysterious set of powers. This might even be a challenge, without releasing his Absolute Seal. A fight where he might be threatened. The very thought of one of these fools managing to crack his invincible defense brought a nearly manic grin to his face, and right then he decided he would, if they managed to hurt him, release his seal. Damn the consequences, it was for these fights that he abided by his own continued existence. He would not hold back.
The girl had seperated her body parts, and physical force didn't seem to harm her. Her head continued to taunt meaninglessly, as blades struck his body. While the impact had no effect, the force being mirrored and reflected, each blow siphoned from his power supply. Teo, the one with the unbreakable armor, struck him from above. Once more the kinetic force from the blow was absorbed and mirrored, sending him spinning through the air into a crash landing. The cartoon man could take a lot of punishment, but he presented the least threat. He still hadn't realized how ineffective his strikes were, although the stranger in the suit seemed like he might be a worthy foe. But, first things first, he would wipe them out in time. One. By. One.
"Number 872: Oblivion Blade"
His orriginal blade dissipated, even as the black lance of absolute vacuum enveloped hsi right hand, and the head he held. It was a strangely calm sensation, being surrounded by this absolute emptiness. No air, no sound, no light. It was the closes the living could come to nonexistence, the absence of all energy. Thoughts were hard to have, as Minx's brain operated based on magic, and she found herself stumped. There was a strange sense of calm, even as some deep part of her instincts that still lingered in her far-from human form desperately screamed at her for the danger she was in. And yet, it, too, was soon silenced.
Dissipating his blade once more, Toguro turned around. From his clenched fist dripped the bright purple goo-like substance that had once formed Minx's head. Without magic to animate it, it was merely goo, hitting the floor in thick, sticky drops. Toguro's posture was different, the light in his eyes was different. This time, there was not simply the playful, powerful arrogance that he had possessed the entire fight. There was a will to kill anyone in his path. "No more play time, kids. This is a fight to the death. If you can't handle it, run. 5 deals with the cowards."
"Number 56: Precision Force. Number 89: Multiform. Number 121: Frequency."
As Toguro lists his techniques, the subtle workings of his powers start activating and moving about. It's clear he had been saving these moves for when he wanted to fight for real, his true capability. The 1001 Techniques, each of which made him a more dangerous foe by far. While the effects of Precision Force were a mystery, as he activated Multiform, large blobs of the grey rock that makes up his body started detaching themselves. What would have been muscles in a normal being, fat, the area were a creature would store it's internal organs. It became clear that he was no organic being, but rather a golem, as these pieces simply moved out on their own, forming hundreds of orbs the size of marbles, orbiting the main body. He now resembled some kind of skeletal beast, bare bones, with far less volume and yet somehow more intimidating stature, the tornado of small objects around him each emitting their own aura. Such was the power of Multiform, allowing him to spread his techniques over a vast amount of targets, multiplying his area of affect as well as his power.
However, it only became worse. As he named his next technique, Frequency, a strage whistling sound became audible. At first, it seemed it was simply from the wind moving through the new holes that had opened in Toguro's body, however the sound continued to grow in intensity. An inhuman whaling,a pitch that would shatter the eardrums of any human that heard it, rendering them forever incapable of hearing. And still, this vibration shifted it's frequency, growing higher and higher, stronger and stronger, drilling into the brain like some kind of torture device, a constant agony to all beings capable of observing sound. No creature could fight efficiently, their mind clouded by pain, incapable of hearing anything.
However, it was not until Toguro opened his mouth again that the true nature of Frequency became clear. For some reason, Toguro announced each of his techniques beforehand, perhaps it was a requirement for his power to work properly. And yet, even as he spoke, it was impossible to know what techniques he would employ. The one advantage his foes would usually hold was lost, as they were completely unable to expect his next move.
Energy concentrated in both Toguro and each of his Orbs, a complex movement of power, the execution of his first offensive technique. They spread out, covering the battlefield like hail, making it impossible to defend. Whatever it was, it would come from all directions. And yet, looking into Toguro's eyes, it was clear that this would be the most powerful technique yet.
