Chapter 128 - Demonic Invasion PT5

Fire and ash filled its vision as the Bloodmaster stomped its way towards Compa's motionless form, a form which lay on the ground back first. Its form moved with a grace only a warrior whom had fought in countless battles and had learned from those experience could accomplish, even with its mighty size. The opponent he had been fighting had been that way ever since it had knocked her down there with a swing of its Hellblade. Said blade almost burned the heated air around it with how brightly it glowed, the infernal malice within it as strong as it had ever been. That explosion she had created before managed to conceal her presence somewhat, but it could still smell her fears, her despair and anguish emotions. It had been so bad that it wouldn't doubt it if its minions over on the other side of the Portal smelled it, this mortal had that much despair running through her.

A furious snort escaped its maw as it approached her motionless form, her eyes blank as she gazed upwards towards nothingness. That desperation, that will to struggle on even though she knew it would be in vain, it was gone now. Gone like a flame being ruthlessly snuffed out by a vicious could reality. Now, all the body did was just to lay there, not moving an inch as she awaited her long overdue fate.

Coward, that was what she was.

This Bloodmaster LOATHED cowardice.

It had meant what it had said before when its Crimson Cohort had been brimming with repressed desire for combat back in that room. It was a deity that coveted the art of combat of martial skill and swordsmanship. It was born from the very fires of raw primal rage that both embodied the domains of its patron deity, its master, and the entire Devildimension. Therefore, in its eyes, it saw cowardice as a disgrace, a failure and a pathetic waste of an existence. Those who were nothing, but utter trash carried cowardice, such people were not worthy of its blade. Khorne would be disgusted with this person should they ever meet him in the afterlife, he would extinguish those cowards out of existence without hesitation, such would be the Blood God's disgust of them for not dying in glory, instead choosing to die a coward's death. Khorne LOATHED cowardice, he was a mighty warrior, after all, he had rage, bloodlust, war and conquest as his domain, and as such he expected those on the battlefield to be as such. His followers all adopted those principles.

Finally, the creature stopped right before the prone Compa, raising its right leg to stomp on her chest. There, it gripped her with its Talon-clad feet, making sure to apply enough pressure to make her feel like her lungs would be crushed by the gripping strength of a viper. Slowly, it raised is infernally burning Hellblade, the fires of its rage and malice almost rivalry the intensity of the sun itself, both clawed hands on its shaft as it aimed towards the young female's neck. Its eyes burned with hatred and twisted glee, the killing of one of those that aided in its master's temporary defeat would soothe any and all of its distaste for this weakling, a worthless piece of existence that did not belong on the honorable battlefield.

In an instant, the creature pushed its Hellblade downwards, intending on finally ending the young mortal's life…

GRASP!

Until the girl's right hand shot up and grasped onto the Hellblade's fiery blade.

"WHAT?!"

Shock filled the Demon's being as it registered the sight of the girl's right arm trembling whilst it held the Hellblade by its flames, keeping a firm grip regardless whilst entering a bout of strength to keep it from impaling the main body's neck. Flames roared from the angry Hellblade, its innermost rage beyond any comprehension right now at the sight of a mortal that DARED try to block it from feasting on her blood with her BARE HAND, something that had been unheard of. It wasn't used to something so stupid, nobody would be as brazen top put their hand in the middle of a blazing inferno, so how was this any different? The flames born from the rage within its Hellblade roared in untold fury upon the hand's contact, roared like the fiery god that spawned the Demon, that forged the Hellblade in the first place at the cause that dared to stand against it.

Yet, even so, the hand refused to back down.

Even as the flames tried to burn away at the hand's flesh, something impeded their efforts. Whatever that was remained unseen, but even so, that something managed to successfully thwart the flames from a Hellblade, flames that were superior to that of the base form of Hellfire despite sharing similar attributes. Yet, this mortal was able to grasp such a weapon, to trap it and its flames within its grip and not be destroyed outright for such sacrilege.

It actually managed to befuddle the Bloodletter known as Kzar'tark, it baffled it to no end.

Breaking through the unending rage of a Demon made by the rage of the Devildimension was NOT a simple feat, in fact, it rarely happened at all. Therefore, the owner of the hand performing this befuddling feat would have no CLUE on just how much history she had put into question. Even so, however, the Khornate Demon growled and ferally roared, pouring strength into its Hellblade like a never-ending river of rage itself to try and break through the surprising grip this mortal's arm possessed. The more strength it put out, the greater and greater the Hellblade glowed with the flames that surrounded it, flames that grew and grew in their intensity. Much to its surprise, however, none of that managed to break the arm's grip over the devilish weapon, instead, it just trembled more visibly but that was pretty much it.

So caught up in its surprise, that the Bloodmaster failed to notice how the mortal's other arm clenched its hand into a fist, before launching itself up into a punch towards the leg it used to pin her down. Any normal punch would do NOTHING to a mighty Demon of Khorne, however, this was no ordinary punch, as Kzar'tark would soon find out when the punch connected with the side of its knee beneath the kneecap. Surprise soon turned into rage and shock when this happened. The amount of force that it felt from that blow should NOT have been possible for a mere human, as flames of pain roared through its system like a fierce explosion, causing the Demon to let out a sharp howl.

The Demon fell backward, barely retaining its balance in time whilst it stumbled, stabbing its Hellblade into the ground to regain its balance. The creature then kneeled on one leg, its sole good leg, while letting the pain from its sole bad leg simmer a bit before it would vanish. However, the pain it had felt for those moments felt like nothing it had encountered before in its many millennia of living. Not even the brawls it had with its comrades or those damned Demons of Tzeentch caused it to feel THAT much pain. It felt completely ludicrous that a mortal managed to hurt it this badly, it simply boggled the Demon's mind! What in the actual hell (ironic considering its origins, but it never considered that) was going on with this mortal?

After the pain subsided, which took a full 10 minutes to do, the Demon known as Kzar'tark looked upwards towards its opponent, wondering why she had not taken this opportunity to kick it whilst it was down. Shock aside, this was the battlefield, and anything goes as long as it didn't disgrace the name of Khorne. Said Blood God got power from bloodshed, regardless of who was doing it. It was one of the four omnipresent deities in the Devildimension after all this had been the way of the universe ever since the dawn of creation. The moment that the Demon's gaze found Compa, it became struck with a sight that would haunt it for the rest of existence… as well as any other Demonkind that would encounter it for the first time. If it had a proper jaw shape, it would have dropped at what it just saw.

There, standing on her own two feet, was Compa herself. Her MPCS was nowhere to be seen, likely having vanished into her Inventory, but that wasn't the main focus right now. What was, however, would be the pure white aura that her body was slowly emitting. An aura that gave off the feeling of holiness and divinity, like a messenger of the divine itself only the complete opposite of that of the Chaos Gods or the legendary DPUs. No, this power… this power felt like the light, the light of the universe, and that sickened the Demon down to its gut. It sickened it a whole hell lot, as it slowly but surely got to its feet with a ravenous growl being released under its ghastly breath.

As for the mortal herself, it could not see the look on her face, for her head was lowered, her arms hanging in front of her like a puppet being held by its strings, ready for a performance it would be making. Her hair gently fluttered from the aura covering her like a second skin, the sounds of breathing escaping her lips being the sole thing that showed it that the mortal was still alive. Her hands, lax and straight, then sharply switched into a claw-like position. In that state, the mortal's breathing hitched, and her teeth gnashed while her forehead released beads of sweat. Her form seemed to tremble, as if something were being restrained but slowly breaking through, before her hands quickly clenched tightly into furiously trembling fists.

THAT seemed to be a signal of some sort, or the fuse to a bomb, that bomb being her aura as the exact moment her fists clenched, the aura erupted like a volcano. It roared to life, cracks spreading out beneath her feet up to 40 meters in every dimension. Hell, the aura's eruption even blew the ground backward, forming a small crater where the cracks were centered. Wildly flailing about like a loose furnace, the white aura roared like a beast that had just been released from its cage, a roar filled with power, rage, and… joy. Joy to be released after so many years of captivity, it felt. It knew that kind of pleasure anywhere, for it had seen Demons make gleeful ecstatic expressions whenever they gorged themselves in the thrills of battle.

Within the power surge, it saw how the Mortal slowly raised her head, just enough so that her hair, which now flailed about like the aura she was emitting, still had its bangs covering her eyes in shadow, as she looked towards her right hand. She raised it up to her face, almost making it seem like she was looking at it, before she turned her head towards the direction of Kzar'tark, the Demon of which had been absolutely dominating the battle they had been engaged in before. For a moment, nothing happened, which resulted in this tense silence that gripped the area like a strong vice claw. It almost felt like this ice cold have had gripped the entire land and blocked all within it from functioning properly. Even the Demon's battle-hardened instincts, which normally ranted and raved about constantly sinking its Hellblade into, were rendered silent by the ominous tension in the air right now.

This silence lasted… for up to 15 minutes, and yet it felt like 15 hours for the two occupants. Once THOSE 15 minutes passed, the first one to make a move ended up being… the Mortal herself. Her mouth slowly opened, and did a single, drawn-out intake of air. The moment she did that it felt like she was sucking in all the life in front of her, for the aura that flared around her had some of itself sucked into her mouth like a vacuum. In those moments, the Demon suddenly got the impression that it was in some serious shit, for the more aura she inhaled, the greater the pressure on its chest it felt. It felt like it was in some form of a cage right now, unsure as to what to do for the first time in millennia.

Just before it could push through this suddenly more oppressive nature that held it at bay and move, the mortal reared herself backward, lifted her head towards the crimson murky skies above…

And screamed.

"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"


"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"

She let it out, she let everything out… and Compa never felt so good at that moment.

As she screamed, she felt it deep within her. She could feel the 'monster' inside slowly waking up and charging towards her, feasting upon what restrained her, what held her back for all these years while the power inside began changing her. Changing her from a mortal human to something… something else. Something inhuman, something that would be considered incomprehensible to normal men and women. She didn't mind though, in fact, Compa wished for it. She even RELISHED the feeling as it slowly took over her being, rewriting her into something new. She enjoyed it immensely, even to the point of ignoring the pain that assaulted her nerves due to how relieved and refreshed she felt deep down.

Oh, how she had waited for this, for this moment…

This moment where the chains that held her back, the chains that represented her doubts her hesitation, confusion, insecurities, they all shattered when the 'monster' within tore away at them, ridding them from her being forever. It felt like she was being reborn, becoming a newer, better Compa. She remembered that moment when she finally accepted everything, when she finally took off the 'Mask' she had been hiding her feelings behind. The moment that she came to accept the irrefutable fact that she too had a darkness within her. A dark side that had always been with her, that had been there since she was born. It may have been sealed away for a long time, but the hardships she had to endure had only cultivated it, made it stronger.

Now… now, she felt like she was truly herself again, like all pieces of the puzzle that was 'Compa' had finally been assembled. She felt like she was completely whole, not hiding under any illusions. No mysteries or mental illusions would deceive her mind any longer, that was the vow she had made to herself the moment she accepted that choice back in… wherever the heck that place had been. Compa believed that it was within her own mind, the cause of those scenes being her own memories of the Past, warped by her 'Mask' to hide away the darkness that was a part of them. Her mind felt fresh, clear like all the 'dirt' that was her 'Mask's' remains had been washed away with a fresh bucket of pure, clean water. It even caused her to sigh in content, enjoying this feeling of wholeness.

In a way, she could only feel all sorts of emotions right now, content, satisfaction, joy, eagerness, pain, agony, rage, excitement, a whole load of them which lead to this impasse of emotion that she found herself in.

With the new 'clarity' she had found herself enjoying, Compa began to think to herself as her body continued to change down to the very cells that it was made from. She remembered what she had been told, about the state of the world. With the clarity she now had, Compa felt like she could truly express how she felt now, she could say her own thoughts, showcase what she really believed in. Whilst she didn't feel like much had changed, she still wanted to be a Nurse, she still wanted to help people, it felt like her restrictions on Combat, they were pretty much lifted.

She didn't feel as repulsed by the idea of fighting anymore, nor did she feel as hesitant. A small distaste for it still lingered, but like a diluted liquid, she couldn't feel it NEARLY as potently as she had before. Actually, Compa felt like she wouldn't have problems hurting someone anymore, not to mention she felt like she could take on an entire army. With the acceptance of the fact she had a dark side, Compa didn't feel so afraid to 'show' that darkness anymore. It was part of her, and whilst she still didn't 'accept' it, she didn't 'reject' it either. One could say she was at an impasse with it, but for now, that was enough.

Yeah, she was NOT going to be the same Compa as before.

All those thoughts soon got washed away by the feelings welling up inside of her. This feeling, this feeling of power that swelled within her… Compa had to ask to herself as her aura enveloped her, a bright light begins to emit from her: was this what Neptune had felt when she first accessed HDD? Or what Nico had felt when he first transformed into a DPU? Compa couldn't help but ask herself these questions, or rather, they kept repeating themselves in her mind like the beats to a funky and jazzy song. In the end, she didn't find a correct answer, but one thing she did get was this:

Now that she would be reborn, she would have a chance to fight back.

Those thoughts were her last, before being enveloped by a bright light, which would start the process of which she had been looking forward to the moment she made her decision.

A moment or so later, Compa opened her eyes…

And took her first breath as a new-born woman.

Everything felt new. Her senses of sound, smell, touch, taste, and sight. Her body parts, her movements, everything around her felt new, like she had never truly FELT them before. She could feel the infernal heat radiating from the air, like this place had been the by-product of a neutron star erupting into an environment. She could hear the sounds of constant crackling, she could see the skulls that made up the ground in their entirety, as in much greater detail than before. She could practically taste the ash in the air, which sorta made her stick her tongue out and bite it while shaking her head in disgust. Not something she wanted to taste after here rebirth, thank you very much.

Soon though, she looked down at her body and found herself easily… distracted, by what she saw. Especially with how it sent sparks of shock running through her nervous system which felt WAY more electrifying than she was used to. "Ooooooooooh, niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiceeeee…!" she whispered in shock, awe, and amazement. Her eyes sparkled like glistening stars when she saw what she did.

(Play Date A Live OST: Seirei)

Compa found her body encased in an aura of pure white energy, one that covered her body like that first one she had. It gave off this mystical feeling, especially with the way it sparkled with silvery white light. She got the feeling of divinity from that energy, as well as the power that coursed through her body, finding it similar to how the energy of the Goddesses felt when they transformed. Not to mention there were wisps and remnants of it across the nearby vicinity, rising up into the air before vanishing out of existence.

As for Compa's body, it looked to have had a costume change, for she wore a completely new attire. Now, Compa wore a pair of elbow length white gloves with a golden ring on her right hand's forefinger, gloves that end large frills with white and gold metallic elbow guards. Said frills were rustling in her aura, exposing her shoulders and upper biceps to the elements. Around her neck, was a white and gold collar piece with a pure white bow in the middle, held in place by a matching gem. The bow had multiple frilly layers that went over her cleavage (which were also fluttering from her aura), while the dress itself had white on her sides and a mix of white with gold outlines on her stomach, showing the center of her chest. A bit of cleavage as well. There were armored hip guards of similar appearance to her elbow guards. From them came a multi-layered filly, the fluttering skirt which was short at the front, but long at the sides like a traditional wedding dress. The material was transparent on the sides, but not at the front for modesty's sake. Her legs were covered in white thigh-high stockings that ended in cute, golden high heels.

Then, she noticed that she stood on top of a large, golden throne where a hilt protruded from the top. The Throne itself had twice the size of Compa's own height, but she found herself instinctively wanting to take out the hilt. So, with a simple hop, Compa managed to land on top of the Golden throne and grasped the hilt. She felt power erupt from the hilt and go right into her being the moment she touched it, making her want to pull the weapon out even more than before, something that befuddled the young girl. Even so, a name appeared within the depths of her mind, a name she had heard only once before, but even so she would never forget it. Not when it had burned itself into her brain for all of eternity.

"SANDALPHON!"

Calling out the name of the weapon, Compa felt something akin to restraints unlocking within her, as she slowly but surely pulled the hilt out of the golden throne. The moment it was completely free, Compa quickly hopped down as the Throne vanished into white particles. The moment she landed, Compa raised the hilt to her eye level in a horizontal position, looking upon the weapon in her hands with awe and amazement. It took the form of a large broadsword, a gleaming silver blade with a golden and mechanical V-shaped guard. In the guard's center, was a single, purple colored gem. From there, the broadsword's blade protruded from, sporting these bluish lines that ran directly over the flat sides of the blade.

"This looks like something Nep-Nep would use if she had the chance…" Compa remarked to herself, her mouth slightly open. However, her body's new instincts then alerted her to some approaching danger causing her eyes to sharply glance towards it before she jumped to the side, avoiding a large shockwave that could have split her in two. She landed not that far away from where she once stood and looked towards the direction the source had come from.

"I do NOT know WHAT has OCCURRED…"

That demonic, unnatural, insidious voice belonged to Kzar'tark the Bloodmaster, as it stomped over to her, its Hellblade in a guarded, cautious posture while its flames blazed angrily. If it had the capability too, Compa felt like the Hellblade itself would be cursing her name right now, like it had been enraged at the thought of her grasping onto those flames it emitted like that. Quickly, she put herself in a defensive stance, a stance that consisted of her placing both hands on her new weapon, Sandalphon she felt it was called, and pointed it diagonally towards her opponent. 'I feel really weird right now, I've never really used a sword before, but for some reason, I also feel like this is natural, like I've done this for a long time…' she thought to herself.

"… HOWEVER, it APPEARS that YOU have TRANSENDED… indeed, I sense NONE of your original MORTALITY in YOU… you are NO LONGER a MORTAL…"

Compa looked down at herself, pulling a hand away from Sandalphon's hilt to look it over, flipping it from front to back and vice versa. What the Demon said, she didn't deny it. Her body felt completely alien to her right now, though that had been thanks to her no longer being human. It felt like she was constantly floating like she was on top of the world and everything else was beneath her. This feeling… she bet this feeling had been felt by her friends too when they transcended from human limitations. She'd have to get used to that feeling, as well as being in a new body like this. 'I hope I don't have to go through puberty q1again, that stuff sucked…' she thought to herself, pouting mentally as she thought about 'certain' memories.

"No MATTER! You SHALL fall all the SAME! FOR THE GLORY OF THE BLOOD GOOOOOOD!"

(OST end)

Gripping Sandalphon again, Compa glared towards her opponent, who raised its Hellblade towards her for a backhanded slash in her direction. The resulting slash sent another one of those shockwaves towards her. As she saw the attack coming, Compa's eyes narrowed at it as she felt a swirl of information flow into her mind. 'These thoughts… they're coming from Sandalphon…' she thought, glancing down at her weapon briefly before her eyes returned to the approaching wave of fiery death that she could feel even as it was halfway between them. Briefly, Compa remembered something that Lucy had told her about her powers once they manifested.

(Flashback)

"Pay attention, Compa dear cause this is important. The special traits of your powers will likely be numerous, and you will no doubtedly have difficulty in controlling them at first. The best way to learn that control would be through battle, once they awaken of course. But, once they do, you will have no better teachers than the powers themselves, for they will know best how to use their abilities to the utmost potential."

(Flashback End)

'Whelp… Lucy Sensei, I'll trust in your words! Here goes nothing!' she shouted in her mind as she raised Sandalphon into the air. She did this thanks to the information she got from the weapon itself telling her to do this, like it was a gentle hand guiding her in utilizing its power. Whelp, she'd definitely need to have all the help she could get right now, at least until she could walk on her own two feet! "Hyaaaaaaa!" With that one loud cry, Compa brought the Broadsword down in a vertical arc.

The result, a wave of pure white energy leaped from her sword and rushed towards the inferno-like wave that had been intended for her. The two attacks collided with one another like two great weights slamming into one another, dissipating seconds later to leave behind large fissures in their wake. Cracks adorned the ground where the waves had churned up the dirt beneath the landscape, throwing skulls into the air like nobody's business.

Definitely caused Compa to go slack-jawed at what she saw. "Wooooooow…!" she whispered in awe, looking down at Sandalphon for a moment in nothing but pure amazement. 'This… this is…!'

Quickly however, she sensed heat approaching her from the left, and so she quickly raised Sandalphon to block an incoming strike from a familiar-looking Hellblade. "Kyaaa!" The young girl cried as she found herself being sent flying away from where she once stood. The cause of it, being the Bloodmaster Herald of Khorn, Kzar'Tark.

"Do NOT let your GUARD down, UNKNOWN one! One DEFENCE cannot HELP you!"

As she sailed through the air, Compa gritted her teeth as she prepared herself mentally and physically to hit the ground below her. After all, that was the most logical assumption one would make when they were sent flying by a demonic being of insane strength. However, just as she felt herself beginning the short descent towards the skull-covered ground, Sandalphon sent her some more information, information that made her eyes snap open in shock as her body instinctively followed those instructions.

Flipping backward while still airborne, Compa did what it said and quickly visualized herself floating like the CPUs and Nico did whenever they transformed. When she did so, Compa got the strangest feeling, the feeling of sliding along a slick, clear surface yet not so at the same time. It was… one of the weirder feelings she'd experienced today, but hey she wouldn't be complaining. Once she found herself no longer filled with motion, Compa looked down at herself, finding that to her surprise she was INDEED floating above the ground… almost like she was held in the air by some unknown force!

Quickly, however, Compa pushed those thoughts aside as she instinctively leaned forward, taking off right towards the Bloodmaster. Said Demon quickly raised its Hellblade and made a slashing motion towards her, for Compa to swing from the opposite side… the resulting clash and Compa's own inexperience with flight causing her to flip over the Demon and onto her back, sliding across the ground till she halted with a pained groan. 'Ooooohh… owwie… methinks that I'm not good at flying just yet…' the former human thought to herself, before her eyes shot open as she quickly rolled aside to avoid an overhead smash from the Hellblade, flames erupting from it to form a massive pillar much like before…

Only, she didn't get blown backward.

Remembering what happened before, as well as the information supplied to her by her weapon, Compa raised Sandalphon to the air, and after pumping it with this energy coursing through her body, slashed diagonally 3 times, each slash releasing another one of those white energy waves. Each one sailed towards the Khornate Demon, who quickly raised its Hellblade to slash through them, but only managed to slice through 2. The last one exploded, it has failed to predict their speed correctly and thus got sent backward as a result.

Pain filled its senses when this happened though, pain that felt way worse than what it usually felt from a mortal weapon. It felt like poison to it, poison specifically meant to counteract the nature that it possessed. What the hell?! What was that, why did it burn so much…?! Those thoughts raced through its mind momentarily, before it stopped moving and moved its Hellblade in the way of an approaching slash from Sandalphon. Compa had, of course, jumped towards it with the intent of slashing its head off, not using her apparent flight ability due to not wanting to repeat what had happened before.

Still, it looked like she had managed to swing Sandalphon WITHOUT falling over this time, so that was an achievement in her books! Planting her golden heels into the ground, Compa remembered some of the moves she saw Neptune and Nico do, being sword wielders themselves. After angling her Broadsword so that the Hellblade slid down and away from her, Compa jumped into a rising helicopter slash, one that had its tip cut through the elite Bloodletter's hide with ease, unlike her MPCS. Howls of pain from the Demon were her reward, as Compa brought Sandalphon down to try and finish it off.

Sadly, for her, the Herald would not go down so easily, for it managed to bite through the pain that sword inflicted upon it and blocked with its Hellblade, causing the ground beneath them to buckle and form a crater. As weird as that sounded since the ground was LITERALLY made of nothing but skulls, but meh. A loud, victorious ad gleeful roar escaped it as it pushed Compa backward by applying more strength into its Hellblade, sending her away from it.

Flipping backward, Compa planted both feet onto the ground alongside Sandalphon's tip, slowing her momentum to zero. 'Whew, that was a close one…' the girl couldn't help but think while sliding. 'Any more and I'd have fallen onto my bum and had another owwie…' Looking up once she stopped moving, Compa pushed energy into Sandalphon and swung upwards, colliding with the furiously burning Hellblade of Kzar'Tark in almost a twisted parallel to what had happened before. This time though, she felt her legs tremble and almost buckle under the inhuman pressure forced upon them. If they were the legs of her human self, then they would have been crushed under this weight…

But they weren't human legs, not anymore.

Landing away from her, both competitors charged at each other, yelling out their own war cries as they entered a heated festival of slashes. Their arms became like blurs, enhanced only by martial prowess as the two duked it out for supremacy, to see which one of them was better at the art of the sword.

SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH- SLASH- SLASH-SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH- SLASH SLASH!

They went, circling around each other whilst trading slashes that would have sliced through any normal mortal a thousand times over if they were to have connected. Both Sandalphon and the Hellblade viciously dueled like vicious animals competing for territory, their respective energies colliding and exploding upon contact with each other to result in powerful waves of rippling air that blew past the two fighters. Each hit made more and more cracks appear through the ground, the so-called 'trees' and the skies themselves, like the entire real trembled from the force of their blows.

Even if she found herself struggling in an uphill battle, Compa still felt like she would be slipping at any moment.

'This is bad…!' Compa thought to herself, sidestepping multiple slashed before twirling into a series of spinning slashes. Slashes that were expertly parried by the Bloodletter's Hellblade before it viciously continued its assault. Her brow sweated profusely, her own body struggling to keep up with the movement information provided to her by Sandalphon. 'Sandalphon, I dunno how I can say that name like that, is giving me know-how on how to swing a sword, but I can only keep up for so long! This thing has way more fighting skill than I do, so I need something to take it down once and for all!' she thought, quickly jumping over the Demon to avoid a wide sweeping slash aimed at her legs, before flipping forward into a slash towards the center of its back. Sadly, it missed thanks to her trajectory being off, so she landed in a crouch and jumped aside to avoid another overhead smash from the Hellblade.

Even if she had this power to fight back now, it wasn't like she was any fluent in using it right now, instead, she had found herself struggling to get used to her new body, the intensity of the battle forcing her to adapt quickly or suffer a fatal blow. She wanted to test out her body's limits, but for now, she wouldn't be able to. Fortunately, quick adaptation was a thing in Gamindustri, as one had to adapt to their situation if it changes on the fly so that they can survive. What, with Abnormal Monsters, all these Demons and foreign powers converging on their world like wolves hungry for meat, can one really expect to be safe? Plus, this thing had way more experience in this level of combat than her, she was like a novice trying to upstage a master.

Just then, information poured into her mind from her link to Sandalphon, information that formed an image of… was that a sword? Compa's eyes narrowed slightly, confusion blossoming in her chest as she landed on the ground, sliding to a halt before charging back in, swinging several times diagonally before twirling through multiple horizontal slashes and then ending her assault combo with an overhead smash. Each attack got blocked expertly by the superior Demon, superior in terms of combat prowess by the way. The image itself seemed kind of hazy, and she found that it resembled a sword much larger than Sandalphon by a wide margin, followed by the equally hazy image of a large throne-like structure.

It took a moment, but eventually, Compa realized what the Broadsword was telling her. It wanted to have that golden throne back again, and somehow that was supposed to help her get Sandalphon to turn into this larger form in her mind. 'Well, okay…' she thought with no small amounts of worry in her mind. 'Here goes!' after pumping Sandalphon with energy, Compa swung in a reverse upward motion that forced the Herald to fall back temporarily, though that one moment would be all Compa needed.

Mentally, she concentrated on the throne and had it appear beside her. The Throne appeared by her will, manifesting from the ground behind her when she raised her right leg and stomped on the ground. The instant that it appeared, Compa acted without hesitation, instinctively doing what her Broadsword told her and making a large slash onto the throne. The second that her weapon contacted it, the Throne shattered into many pieces, momentarily surprising her as she had hoped something better than that would have happened.

However, the next moment her expectations found themselves met when, instead of vanishing into nothingness, each piece of the destroyed throne began combining with Sandalphon, rebuilding it into a new form. The sounds of crackling crystal accompanied this transformation, and by the time that the Herald recovered, it was all complete. At that point, Compa had to hold the new weapon in both hands due to the weight behind it, a weapon that took the form of a massive single-edged white zanbatō-like sword with gold edges. Its name immediately imprinted itself inside her mind, and by an unknown force not her own, Compa's mouth opened to let it out.

"Halvanhelev!"

Raw power roared from the sword in this form. Halvanhelev crackled with white energy, sparks flying off it in a volatile manner whilst a similar aura took over Compa's form. Her eyes shined with a look of determination and resolve, a look she aimed towards the enemy in front of her. Feeling the power increasing through her massive sword through the hilt where she held it, kind of helped her keep up the courage flowing through her veins. The urge to run away and hide kept itself in check from her resolve, as she glanced towards the portal that had brought her here.

It was located to her right, not too far from their position. There being herself and the Herald knew as Kzar'tark. Part of her wondered who named it something so silly, but she chose not to think about that now. She had only one chance at this, Compa felt it deep within her bones. This power she possessed, she didn't know how to use it well yet, even though this fight and Sandalphon were excellent teachers. It was like what Lucy had said, the best teacher for how to use a power, was the power itself. Not to mention, she didn't know when the next time she could get a chance like this would appear with her body in its current condition.

Meanwhile, Kzar'tark growled as it held its furiously blazing Hellblade, dark power rolling off it in waves in response to the new, and definitely dangerous, power presented before it. The Herald was no fool, just from those brief moments of combat it had exchanged with this female (it couldn't call her 'mortal' anymore due to the raw power rushing forth from within) told it much. That information burned itself into its mind, refusing to allow it to be lax as over trillions of years' worth of experience cycled through its mind. As much as its instincts and pride screamed with ecstasy about having a splendid fight, it didn't blind itself to the fact that a swing of that sword would no doubt cause serious damage. Therefore, it would have to watch out, so that sword wouldn't touch it's skin.

Oh, how much it would regret what would come next…

'Alright, here goes!' Compa thought as she bent her legs and pulled the sword back, placing her hands at different areas of its hilt and looking like a Samurai about to draw her katana. Her body's aura flared just from that moment alone whilst Halvanhelev crackled ever more dangerously. It almost felt like it barely contained its excitement at what would follow. Seeing that the Demon was now in its battle stance, Compa pushed a lot of her energy into her legs as she burst forth, her white aura swirling around her legs like two small hurricanes. "Please work!"

She closed the distance between them much faster than anticipated, as in she went over 160 meters in a couple seconds, but nonetheless reacted quick enough to swing Halvanhelev. SWOOSH the blade went, and as Kzar'tark raised its Hellblade to swing against the gigantic sword that came towards it, its senses suddenly alerted the Demon to the raw amount of power REALLY contained within the weapon. If the amount of volatile, crackling energy hadn't done that already. This caused its eyes to go wider than logically possible when it realized just how much shit it had been in. Like the old meme said: it was at this moment that the Demon knew…

It'd fucked up.


It wasn't the only thing who thought that though...

For that thought briefly went through the rage-filled minds of the Bloodletters on the other side of the portal too, before being snuffed out by the flames of their unending rage that is.

The two reasons for that thought manifesting even in their minds took on two forms: the two females before them. The moment they had seen that third female, whose might seemed like an ant's in comparison to theirs due to her mortality, get thrown into the portal with their glorious leader going after her... well, the proverbial lid got flipped. It rivaled that of a volcanic eruption, though since there were two causes right now, it would be two explosive eruptions side by side, causing twice the devastation. To the Crimson Cohort, this felt remarkably similar to some of the many planets they have waged war on over the countless millennia of combat they experienced as Khorne Demons.

Still pales in comparison to the glory of fighting in their master's realm however.

Even so, these two female immortals starkly reminded them of their home. The moment she saw that mortal fall into that portal, it looked like the frail and petite one had a brief mental shutdown, her eyes losing all focus and trembling violently with her jaw hanging open. She had trembled like she was having a spas attack, mouth beginning to stammer uncontrollably. She had been like that for a long moment, which had prompted some of them to jump in and try to finish her by stabbing their Hellblades downwards into her throat, thus killing her painfully by burning her throat from within and from outside at the same time.

Then, like a bomb erupting, Neptune quickly went from shell-shocked... to mother fucking PISSED OFF mode.

At that moment, just before the Hellblades could touch her unblemished skin... a swirling vortex of blue vapor had roared out of Neptune like a beast roaring after being rudely awoken from its nap by another animal. That strange blade raged and coursed with an energy strangely familiar to the Demons, yet not at t the same time. It had felt like a... mix, a mix between demonic and divine, something that boggled their minds to no end. Even so, the rage inside of the purple haired immortal made the demonic aspect of that energy more noticeable, and the moment that she screamed, she quickly donned her Armour and went on a warpath, speeding through their ranks whilst tearing through flesh, blood, and bone with her sword. Apparently, that sword had been a special one, for they had seen that it possessed the ability to change its form into a multitude of others to suit the user's desires. If they had the capacity to do so, then they would have had huge boners from the glorious sight of such a weapon.

Even when it tore through their bodies like a fish being fillet with a knife. No, probably ESPECIALLY for that reason, as the purple haired Armoured immortal fought like she were a Demon of Khorne herself, screams of bloody murder ripping free from her lungs so much that any normal mortal would have ruptured their vocals. It almost felt like she had multiple limbs with the way she fought, not letting an ounce of blood touch her while she carved up everything around her as if she were on a bloody conquest. Her blade, it viciously glowed with an ominous blue aura, cloaking it and giving it a presence similar to a Demon of Khorne. What with the rage, hatred and such emitting from it the moment the purple haired Armoured immortal first screamed. Blood gushed around her like it was being manipulated by her will, the swing of her large sword, or the sounds of her frenzied war cries.

But that...

That was nothing...

NOTHING!

Compared to the OTHER female.

For the moment that the purple haired one screamed, it snapped the stunned woman out of her stupor, and right into the realm of the pissed off warrior. Her eyes shined brightly like green flames, almost lighting themselves up into said flames whilst her teeth clenched so tightly that a mortal person's would have literally shattered under the strain. Then, she had let out a frenzied roar of her own, and as she roared... it became more and more inhuman, deepening in tones as her rage, so great it had been that the Bloodletters ACTUALLY shuddered from it, caused her body to undergo another Mutation... one much more DRASTIC than any of the ones she had before. Not even that massive transformation into her adult self from her petite one held a candle.

It made her a stark similarity to the Demons of Tzeentch or Slaanesh.

This mutation made her as twice as large as a tank, shaped like one of those slime/canine hybrid monsters that populated this world. Only, instead of slime, it was more like a mass of oily grey, mutated flesh filled with varying sized eyeballs shaped like her own, and maws filled with lethal, sharp fangs that looked ripe for murder. Saliva and other substances seeped from them like drool whilst from that flesh, mutated limbs that formed each of her various weapon mutations formed. Axammers, Blades, Caws, Tendrils, Tentacles, Wings, you name it, she mutated them from these extensions. Heck, on top of her new form, she had a bunch of Bio Cannons guarded by Whips that rained hell upon her enemies like mortar fire.

In essence, for the enemies she couldn't reach with her vast array of mutated CQC weapons, she'd bomb them with her Bio Canons and whips.

But, if that was ALL she had done, then that wouldn't be too bad...

However, she had gone even further by EATING her enemies. Not just assimilating them, simply put she had plucked them from the ground and hungrily plunged them onto the many maws her form possessed, ravenously gorging herself on their flesh. She didn't bother doing it quickly, her rage against them made her want to slowly devour and assimilate, to see their pained cries of agony with her many eyeballs. Her many maws chowed down on demonic flesh, reveling in the sweet, delicious taste of their screams. The fluids that dripped from hose maws would sink into them to not only increase their agony by strengthening their nerves system and pain receptors, but also to stop them from imploding from within. Those out of her reach, she simply bombarded with her Bio Cannons, whacking away other opponents with the Whips or using them to pin enemies down for her other weapons to finish off. It helped that she had also detached pieces of her form to spawn a horde of 40 Replicas, something her human form would not have allowed. Something about this form, however, allowed her to do so.

Her rage was so much that, she didn't even notice her new mutated form, nor did she notice how much ass she had been kicking, all she had been thinking this moment had been this: rip, those fuckers, apart.

Something the Bloodletters happily obliged, especially as more and more smaller portals (like the ones that spawned where the three CPUs had been chatting) throughout the room. Though, that advantage soon turned moot when IF, in her new form, kept one of her many eyes on each portal that spawned, just so she could pluck out whatever would come through.

So yeah... the Bloodletters kept getting their asses handed to them... not that they cared, dying in glorious combat pretty much personified their ultimate ecstasy.

"GUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGHHHH!"

But THAT sound they did NOT expect to hear.

"Huh?"

"Nepu?"

Both IF and Neptune, each paused their respective killing sprees to look over to the source of the demonic, yet pained cry. Their eyes (two for Neptune, many for her friend), became saucers when they heard it, finding it to be eerily familiar. If they didn't notice the pained undertones behind it, their rage would have pretty much skyrocketed when they remembered what it belonged to. However, that would not be the case, as they attempted to find out the cause of the voice's cry.

This only resulted in them looking through the portal, towards where they saw a shadowy figure come flying out of the Portal, through the air, and into a wall. The figure remained there for a brief second, before it fell to the ground with a massive SPLAT sound, blood remaining on the walls where it had hit. The next thing they knew, the blood began to sizzle and burn, steam rising from it whilst the form of the figure, which turned out to be the same Bloodmaster from earlier, stood up shakily. To their surprise (and slight horror through their previous rage numbed it), the Demon now bore a vicious-looking cut diagonally draped over its chest like a piece of clothing. It growled and grumbled, grasping its Hellblade which fell beside it, the blade's flames roaring to life the moment it re-established contact with its wielder.

For a moment, nothing but silence dominated the room. It was like an icy chill had gripped the beings of everyone inside, causing them to go silent and stiff, even the ever-burning passion for battle that the Bloodletters possessed got doused temporarily from the sight. The Bloodmaster, a Demon of which had a pure dominating and overwhelming presence at the beginning like the flames of war that howled through the Basilicom, now looked nothing like what it once was. Something had done some tough damage to it, something powerful especially with the way it struggled to stay on its feet.

Then... another shadow came out of the Portal...

And all eyes focused on HER.

"WH-WHAT?!"

"C-C-COMPA?!"

Both girls cried out at the name of her friend. Thanks to this, IF snapped out of her rage and noticed how mutated and horrific her body looked. Part of her thought she would feel disgusted or wrong, but instead? Only surprising calmness greeted her emotional senses. It felt like this form was the least 'restrictive' form she had ever been in, something she felt somewhat in a lesser form whenever she morphed her body into a weapon. Nevertheless, IF quickly made her body pull itself back inwards, her instincts already seemingly knowing what her mind wanted them to do as she returned to her human form. Although, she did pull out her Armour form and morphed her arms into the Sword/Shield combo.

Took a while though, thanks to all the Biomass she had found herself having assimilated via all these Demons.

Seriously, her BOW side almost squealed with how good they tasted...

Wow, she DEFINITELY had been getting used to this kind of thing.

After these changes, IF returned her dumbstruck gaze towards her friend, of whom she had assumed been brutally murdered by now before the infernal Hellblade of this motherfucker. However, those thoughts flew out their minds when they noticed their friend calmly striding through the portal like she owned it, heaving a large sword over her shoulder like a gangster. Unlike before when she had been thrown unceremoniously arms and legs flailing beyond any attempt to control them by her panic-riddled mind, Compa strode forth with a pose and strength that she NEVER had before. Not only that, but the outfit and weapon she sported had changed too...

Both girls felt it, they felt it down to their very cores.

A strong surge of divine energy emitted from her being, swirling around her in a reserved, yet cautious manner as Compa stopped by the portal, her eyes which had been determined and stern when they stared at the Demon she had batted into the Portal with Halvanhelev (which had returned to its Sandalphon form afterward) immediately brightened upon seeing her two friends. "Nep-Nep, Iffy! Hellloooooooo!" She cheered, pulling a complete 180 whilst waving merrily as she jogged over. Tears of joy and relief fell down her cheeks whilst she laughed like she had never laughed ever before.

In response, Neptune and IF quickly charged forth, disabling their powers and returning to a fully human state (with Neptune putting Soul Calibur onto her back), before slamming into a three-way hug with the young girl who had Sandalphon vanish into white particles that went inside her. "COMPAAAAAAA!" They exclaimed. Even the normally composed IF let out tears of joy as the three girls hugged each other like their lives depended on it. They each continuously jumped up and down, laughter and tears filling their eyes and ears. What had been once worry and grief, turned to happiness and joy in the middle of a battlefield filled with bloodshed and chaos.

"You guys! I'm soooooo happy to see yooooouuuuu!" Compa exclaimed as she hugged her two friends for everything they were worth, unleashing all her pent-up worries for her friends that had stormed the warm, homely village that was her heart. That had been one of the scariest moments in her life, hey she had just been separated from her beloved friends after so many battles together! She'd been worried sick in the back of her mind, worried about whether or not she would see them again. Even if she had felt inferior and inadequate to them before, these two were still her cherished friends after all! She WAS like their caretaker after all! She even pumped some of her power into her grip, something that would have crushed any normal person. Good thing that her friends weren't normal people then, nope they sure as hell weren't. Quite the opposite really.

Happy, relief and joyful nods were exchanged in return by the two girls who each wept in joy for their friend's survival. "It's o, so, so super great to see you're ok, Compie dearest!" Neptune cheered merrily, tears streaming down her face as she hugged the life out of her friend, not even caring about the fact that she wasn't moderating her superhuman strength. Heck, she even felt the Nurse-In-Training return the hug with equal strength! "I thought ya'd be total kaput in there! Zit! End of the line, game over stuff!"

"You scared us half to death, ya moron!" IF exclaimed, laughing despite the tears rolling down her cheeks. What could she say, she did have a soft side, one she didn't like to show very often. All thoughts of maintaining her composure and tomboy image fell away as she exercised the same amount of worry for her friend. So far, in their battles, they hadn't really come up against something like this, something in which they wouldn't be able to help each other get out of. In most of their past battles, they had emerged victorious, without losing a single party member. This one, this one, however, had been the first one where they had almost come to just that scenario. It... scared her, more than she had initially expected. Not to mention it was their healer, someone who had practically filled the 'mom' role in their little group. It was Compa's cheerfulness and meek adorableness that kept them going at times for Goddess sake! With those thoughts, she tightened the grip she had on the young Nurse-In-Training. "Please, never do something like that again!"

A mix of a sob and a laugh escaped the frantically crying Compa when she tried to respond, so she just settled with a nod as the trio continued to hug.

"You WORMS! This is COMBAT! Stop DEFILING this SACRED GROUND!"

Unfortunately for them, their momentary reunion got cut short (and rather rudely too they might add) when the crazed, bloodthirsty and furious voice belonging to Kzar'tark raged through the room. Its voice, louder than any speaker in a rock concert, snapped the other Bloodletters out of their funk as they each howled in a frantic frenzy. They each raised and shook their various Hellblades, their flames almost shaped like pillars. It almost seemed like they fanned each other as well, with their close proximity to each other.

"Ugh, I'd hate to cut this reunion short, but looks like our company doesn't know what the words 'patience' means." IF remarked irritably, her eyes flashing green whilst the trio pulled apart and stayed beside each other. Each of them aiming rather scornful and disapproving looks towards the Bloodletters as they began to advance on them. Her Biomass poured out of her whilst her limbs morphed. In the end, she had her Armour on whilst her arms morphed into her Claws, each of them gleaming with extreme menace. As if they reflected their user's desire to rip, tear and shred. "We'll have to think of something to celebrate later."

Neptune nodded as she held her hand out, Soul Calibur flipping out from behind her and landing in her waiting limb. She flipped it like a wheel from left to right and back, before pointing it towards her enemy. Her eyes flashed with anger as she felt her weapon's aura swell greatly. Heck, she even deployed her Armour whilst she prepared to fight with a fierce scowl on her lips that her Armour hid. "Yeah, these meanies need to pay, ruining such a nice, monumental moment! Rude!" she exclaimed with a posh, noble-like accent. She even did the scoffing whilst mimicking flicking some hair before resting a hand on her hip.

IF merely glanced at her, and though it went unseen, she did, in fact, sweat drop at Neptune's behavior. "Don't do that. Ever." she stated bluntly, a dry look given to the preteen. Even so, as Neptune chuckled behind her helmet, a certain white and cream form strode past them towards the incoming Bloodletters. "Huh? Compa, what the heck?"

"Uh, Compa?" Neptune began to ask, her own eyes becoming white circles behind her helmet whilst she made to reach for her friend. "Methinks you may wanna..." However, before she could finish her sentence, Neptune trailed off as her senses began registering something... something that surprised her as she looked at Compa to see that she began radiating this strange, white energy from her body. "Eh? Compa?"

"Don't worry Nep-Nep... Iffy..."

Compa softly spoke that while slightly turning her head, just enough so that the two could see her lips. The very lips which were curved into a comforting smile that got aimed straight towards them. All the while, as the Bloodletters and their master charged towards the trio, Compa never lost that smile as she fully turned her head to face them. Her eyes, to their surprise, remained open and, for the first time, they noticed something about them. Her eyes.. they were shining. No, that wasn't right, it was more like the pupils in her eyes were glowing a bright heavenly white color. The moment that they saw those eyes, a sense of calmness overlapped their previous feelings, helped by the smile she wore.

"I'll be just a jiffy."

With that piece said, Compa turned her head back to face the incoming mass of red, claws, fangs and Hellblades. As she did so, her look of kindness soon began morphing into the look she had on before, the look of righteous anger tempered by an eerie calmness. This was her chance, with this power that had turned her into something inhuman, something she had close for herself instead of got forced to like her friends, she could prove to them that she was not inadequate. That she could fit in better as not just the group's mom, but the badass mom who kicked booty for her littl'ns!

Those thoughts filled her mind as she mentally called her power forth, feeling the warm, sunny core within responding to her call, answering her summons. Her right arm was where the place she centered the power, before she allowed it to emerge whilst she swung the arm expecting Sandalphon to come out for an energy slash. A slash that would have knocked them back...

WHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

... Only, she didn't quite get what she expected.

"Y-Yikes!"

The girl couldn't help but squeak in shock and fright, stepping back after a light jump. The reason? A huge eruption of pure white flames, the purest white color than she'd ever witnessed before, manifested from her hand. It formed a large weapon, all the while launching a huge wave of white fire that raced across the room faster than a cheetah. Stumbling about, all the Demons tried to dodge it, but thanks to it having a large width, height, and range, it made any and all attempts at evasion pretty much impossible.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Just before the Demons met their end, Kzar'tark saw the flames coming, and quickly realized just how much it had screwed up by not stopping Compa from unleashing such a flame. That was the last thought it had before at the next second, it got utterly obliterated by the white colored flames... along with the rest of its brethren.

By the time that the flames dissipated... there was literally nothing left of them. As in, NOTHING.

"Wha...?!" Compa squeaked, her eyes white circles. "Wha-wha-wha-wha... What the heck?! I was trying to bring out Sandalphon, but... eh?!" she cried, before her attention got drawn downwards, towards the weapon that the flames had generated before thy utterly incinerated the Demons. Her eyes glanced down towards it, and she almost fell on her backside from the surprise. The weapon, it looked like... some form of Halberd? Yeah, that was it. It took the form of a white Halberd with golden edges. It looked slightly longer than she was tall, with quite the intimidating appearance to it especially from the power she could feel from it. It gave off this primitive, savage nature, as opposed to Sandalphon's pure and, well, somewhat innocent presence. The Halberd's double-bladed ends, the back one being significantly smaller, had their edges covered in the white flames from earlier. The flames constantly, yet calmly burned from the Halberd's form, a strong heat emitting from the weapon like a bomb about to explode. Ironically, she found it similar to the Hellblades that she had seen before with the other Demons. Yet, the feelings she got from it were the exact opposite. "Whoa..."

She also knew its name just from looking at it, similar to what happened with Sandalphon:

Camael. That was this Halberd's name.

"'Whoa' is right! What the heck, Compa?!"

Blinking, Compa's shock withered away as she recovered from this recent experience. Momentarily forgetting that she had not been alone in this fight, the Nurse-In-Training slowly looked behind her and saw Neptune along with IF, both back as normal humans, walking up to her. Both of them had a similar dumbstruck expression on their faces, borderline flabbergasted, as they tried to take in what they saw happen to them. It had been Neptune whom had been the one to ask/shout that question, and with nothing hiding her face, Compa had full view of her friend's shock. It was IF however, whom offered a followup as she placed a hand on her hip. "Geez, girl. Overkill much?"

She then went and looked over the rest of the room. Much to her surprise, if one expected to see a horrifically charred room with dozens of corpses and huge burn marks everywhere the eye could see... they'd be wrong. Aside from marks which showed where the Demons had once been (which formed this arching semicircle, IF noticed), there had been pretty much nothing else that had been damaged. Not. A. Single. Thing. Holy freaking hell... "You pretty much lit the room up, Compa. And yes I get the pun there," IF began, raising a hand and rolling her eyes at the dry look Neptune sent her way. "Whilst I have more than a few questions I wanna ask about that, we can get to those later. Right now, I'd say we should focus on clearing out any hostiles that are lurking about. Nep, can you sense any?"

"Hmmmm... a few!" Neptune replied cheerily, throwing an arm upwards whilst lightly hopping on her spot. Soul Calibur on her back briefly shuddered, expressing the excitement inside it at the thought of being able to slaughter more Demons and feast on their Souls.

Whilst shaking her head at Neptune's insane enthusiasm, even as she seemingly put aside the fact that their resident Nurse now had more of a badass power set complete with glowing white irises, the brunette glanced towards the entrance to the room. Her eyes hardened as she began moving forth in confident, almost predatory strides. "Right then, let's get a move on, ladies! We still got some ass to kick!"