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Chapter 4
The wrecking crew slowly recovered their wits as the lightning and energy they were being bombarded with began to subside, or at least, it began to stop lashing out and shocking them. The energy instead began to center once more on its source, a tight coil of yellow electricity and blue ki that grew brighter and brighter until looking at Ranma burned the eyes of everyone around and they had to turn away. While the potent mixture of energy glowed in an aura just above Ranma's skin, an internal battle of wills was raging within his psyche.
Ranma was done, he was so done with all of this. He was exhausted mentally from the constant headaches, the constant fighting, the daily mallets to the head. He was beyond the point of rational thought and his mind was running on autopilot. He was just coherent enough to understand and grasp two thoughts. One, there is someone else in my head, and two, I want him out. Unfortunately for him, while his ki levels might be soaring through the roof right now because they had been freed from constantly needing to heal his body form injuries, this was of no help to him at the moment.
Ranma's new enemy wasn't someone he could fire ki blasts at, or punch several thousand times in the same spot, or even goad into a senseless rage and use his own energy against him, which, judging by the amount of pure malice and anger coming from the guy in his head, would create a truly massive hiryu shoten ha. No this enemy was all mental, overwhelming senseless amounts of rage and anger washed over Ranma's exhausted psyche buffeting his consciousness into the far reaches of his mind.
"You're a stubborn one I'll give you that much, it normally doesn't take this long for someone to lose themselves to the Noah within. And as Wrath, I have an easier time than most other Noah when attempting to surface. While extremely painful for the host, the incredible amount, and explosive nature of my emotions causes too much shock for the host to even attempt to fight back. My siblings have learned to be a bit more subtle but I've never yet encountered a host who could resist my initial psychic onslaught. You've done well to resist me so far, but you won't last much longer, I can feel you slipping. One more good push should do it."
The previous attackers of Ranma watched as his body floated, ash gray in the middle of what looked like a condensed lightning storm. The stigmata on his forehead bleed down into his eyes and down his face, the blood disappearing as it flowed onto his signature red shirt. Through the lighting they could see Ranma convulse and twitch, mouth open in agony from his internal torment. Occasionally Ranma's hoarse screams could be heard through the cracks of thunder. But just when the convulsing became near unbearable to continue watching, as the wrecking crew slowly backed away, Ranma's body went still, his screaming stopped, and his eyes glassed over with a frigid blue. The lightning still crackled around his ashen form, but he seemed entirely unaffected.
Inside his mind Ranma had begun to throw every amount of remaining energy he possessed towards keeping the invader from taking his mind and body. He drew upon his most prevalent emotions, confidence and a desire to win, and threw them at his attacker in massive buffering waves preventing Wrath from reaching any further into his psyche. But they were just that, buffers, and Ranma had no way of mentally attacking or driving out the foreign force of pure anger. He knew it was right when it said it would only take one more push and he could feel the last fumes of his strength and confidence slipping at the realization that he was going to lose, and this time, there would be no rematch, no second chance. If he loses this battle, he lost his very being to Wrath.
Desparately seeking a solution, Ranma searches through his massive martial arts repertoire for a technique that would help combat the psychic force. Mind going faster than ever before through an incredible amount of obscure techniques he'd picked up over the years, he despaired as he discarded each and every one, all of which were tailored to attacking or effecting a physical opponent. Grasping at straws, Ranma clung to a final technique, but realizing it did nothing to affect the invader, he began to discard it, all hope lost, until he examined the technique once more in desperation. Perhaps it wouldn't affect his attacker, but maybe it didn't need to. Gathering the last of his emotions and internal fires, he pushed them away, he stood within his mind frigid and cold as ice as his barrier of confidence crashed down, and overwhelming waves of wrath slammed into, … and washed around him.
His mind now deeper into the soul of ice than ever before no longer even acknowledged the storms of pure anger that flooded his mind. Wrath could pour all his strength and power into destroying Ranma's mind and taking it and his body as his own, but if he couldn't reach it, if he couldn't touch it, he couldn't have it.
Slowly but surely the waves and pulses of psychic energy that slid around the apathetic unfeeling glacier that ranma had become began to slow, Wrath, unused to maintaining such an aggressive mental attack for so long began to tire. Anger is a fiery burning emotion, but it is also a short lived one. Like fire, it needs fuel to survive, and the new ice of Ranma's mind provided no energy to maintain it. Wrath stood, exhausted and astounded at the unbreakable, untouchable wall before him. Breathing heavily he drew upon his energies for one last assault.
Within the frozen expanse of his mind Ranma watched and waited with detached calculation. He observed his attackers ebbing energy, and in true Ranma Saotome fashion began to analyze and mentally recreate the attacks, reshaping them for his own purpose. When he felt Wrath begin to gather the last of his energy, ranma pounced.
A glacier cold began to envelop Wrath as ice began to rapidly grow around and encase him closing him of within Ranma's mind and blocking him within a case of apathetic, unfeeling cold. Wrath shivered as he lost any remaining grip on Ranma's psyche and fell into the ice.