Disclaimer: Part 2 is here! The fighting intensifies as our heroes dish out the big guns (in some cases literally). Enjoy guys!
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Chapter Twelve- The Battle Royale Part 2
"Releasing Control Art Restriction System to level 4. Engage ability restriction systems until target has been silenced. Cromwell Approval is now in effect" Alucard lowering his arms. His body pulsated and glowed deep red as his hair flapped. It grew to great lengths before his eyes flashed. Trish gripped the sword tighter, unsure of her opponent's next move.
Alucard pulled out the Jackal and took aim. "Let's have some fun" he hissed opening fire. The bullets met their mark, piercing Trish in her stomach shoulders and chest. Blood splattered out as she grunted and was thrown back. Alucard began laughing as he sprinted forward, continuing to fire. Trish waved her sword around, deflecting some of the bullets while sprinting to meet him.
She slashed three times with the sword, cutting off his right arm and causing deep lacerations. Alucard's arm reformed in a mass of black shadows as he laughed wildly and kicked her, hard sending her sailing into the wall. Alucard's body twisted as a series of eyes began opening on his torso. With a sinister chuckled he spread forth his arms as a wave of black hands spread forth towards Trish. Jumping to her feet she fired several bolts of lightning at the vampire. Alucard burst in a gory bit of blood and flesh. "What the hell?" Trish shouted watching the scene before her. The smoke cleared and she watched as several large hellhounds began forming from the gore and blood. Alucard's laughter could still be heard as the hounds snapped and snarled sprinting forward. One bit into her leg as another tore savagely into her shoulder.
"Shit!" Trish shouted shaking violently. She summoned more lightning, causing the hounds to burst in more blood and gore. Alucard reformed again from the bit, both guns pointed and with a wild and sadistic grin. "Is this it? Is this truly all the power you can muster!" he shouted opening fire as more shadows sprout forth from his body. Trish slashed with her sword, cutting the hounds and attempting to slash at Alucard who fired from his weapons shooting her through the stomach.
Trish slumped down to both knees, shaking. "Damn it...he's so strong" she said. Alucard sighed and began dispersing his shadows, folding his arms and putting on a smirk. "Don't tell that was all you had. Honestly I almost feel like taking back my comment about your strength" he said.
Trish grit her teeth. Her eyes glowed as Alucard watched curiously. Suddenly the vampire's body was bolted with a continuous stream of lightning raining down from above. Alucard shuddered violently as his body was burned from the powerful voltage. His right arm and left leg were blown off, steam hissing off as he was then blasted into the floor.
"Then I suppose I'll just have to show you just what I am capable of" she snapped pulling the sword Sparda and cutting off Alucard's head. His head bounced and rolled to a stop as his whole body slumped down and he did not move.
NvM….
Michael's new state proved formidable for Nero. The alpha wolf rapidly slashed and cut at the young knight whom was now cut in several spots. Michael faced Nero, fangs bared as his snout curled back and a deep growl erupted in his throat. Nero swore and pulled out Blue Rose, opening fire. Michael dashed around, evading the bullets as she slashed twice with his sword. His blade clashed with Nero's as they began clashing weapons. With one hand Michael pressed against Nero's sword, he let out a sharp howl as he shoved his opponent back.
Michael then slashed Nero across the chest deeply as blood poured out. Nero shouted as he was thrown back. Michael began a furious sword attack brutally cutting the young knight. Spinning Michael slashed a final time as Nero crashed to the floor. With a wave Michael slowly sheathed his sword, slamming it into its scabbard.
Growling the Werewolf began shifting back to his normal state. Nero lay there with a pool of blood collecting underneath. His body began pulsating. A blue light began to glow around his body. "Get up Nero. Get up and fight!" a voice echoed in his mind.
Michael shifted back to his normal state. Suddenly he felt a very powerful sensation behind him. Turning around he was suddenly rocked by a massively powerful punch, cracking his jaw and sending him flying across the room and crashing into the wall on the far side. Crumbling down Michael swore and held his jaw, blood trickling from his lip. "What the hell?" he said spitting out blood and staggering to his feet. He watched as Nero slowly approached.
Blue light surrounded his whole body. His eyes began to glow red and flash dangerously. The Devil Bringer arm began glowing as a blue flame like aura began to form. Behind Nero and slowly taking form above was the blue spectral outline of a great demonic figure. The figure had two pointing horns, a scaly body and a long sword in its right hand, the Yamato. Nero held out the Devil Bringer, the palm glowing and burning intensely. With a final shout Nero released a tremendous explosion of energy causing Michael to shield his eyes.
When the energy dissipated and the dust settled Nero stood fully transformed in his devil state. "So…this is a devil trigger" Michael said lowering his arms and watching as Nero slowly walked forward.
"Well, nice to see you've got some fight kid. I've never seen this kind of power before" Michael said sliding one foot back as he held his sword. "Like I said before, this arm was changed ever since that day" Nero spoke in a deep and booming echoing voice. "And the voice, I can still hear it. Begging, calling to me. Asking one thing and one thing only" he said. Michael pressed his thumb on the guard of his sword very tightly.
"Power. Give me more power!" Nero shouted. Nero took Red Queen, revving the handle to its max and dashed forward with tremendous speed unleashing a flurry of quick sword attacks. Michael transformed back, his face morphing to a lupine snout as he roared and pulled out his sword. Their blades met, Nero pressing even stronger as he shoved the alpha wolf back and slashed him brutally across his torso. Michael howled and staggered back before charging and raising his claws.
Nero slashed; the blue spectral demon imitated his movements. Both attacked viciously, Nero with Red Queen while the demon with the Yamato. Michael was cut and slashed from all angles as he was knocked back by a vicious attack.
Crashing to the floor the Werewolf hopped back to his feet, growling as he bared his fangs and roared with great fury. He increased his speed, moving in fast blurry steps as he dashed around. Attacking with fierce precision as he and Nero intensified their duel.
Nero's Devil Trigger proved a true challenge to the alpha wolf whom began to struggle against the savage onslaught. Nero slashed twice, causing Michael to drop to one knee. Growling he reared back and howled deeply. Nero watched with curiosity. Michael's body glowed a deep gold color that soon burned fiercely. His right arm became shrouded in golden light that soon formed a massive clawed forearm. Behind him, the spectral form of a massive Werewolf could be seen. Pitch black fur, piercing amber eyes the wolf specter howled and spread forth its arms and emitted a fearsome growl. The transformation did not stop there. The wolf specter would then shift as dozens of forms could be seen alternating behind Michael.
"Power of the Bloodline. Spirits of the Nine." Michael spoke. Nero scoffed, "What the hell are you saying?" he shouted.
"Werewolves can channel the collective might of our ancestors and draw on their rage, malice, aggression, hatred, memories and experience into our bodies. Its power is so great it's said to be harnessed by only the most talented generations. What you see before you is the drawn on memories of the nine original elders of the Lycanthrope clans." Michael spoke.
He gave a loud howl, his voice echoing as he charged. The wolf specter slashed with its claws as Michael attacked with his blade. Nero again slashed with Red Queen as their duel intensified. Nero and Michael rapidly slashed and hacked with their swords, both parrying the others attack in a fierce frenzy as a dome of energy began forming around before igniting a fierce spark.
Jumping back Michael again pressed the attack. Nero threw his right arm forth using Devil Bringer to snatch the wolf and pull him close. Michael immediately fought and broke free of the grip causing him to backflip into the air. Nero again tried using Snatch, shooting his arm forward to grab his opponent. Michael leaped high into the air as Nero followed in pursuit. Clashing swords they hovered for a moment before Nero grabbed him, this time managing to gain a firm and secure grip. "Catch this!" Nero shouted as he summoned the strength of the Devil Bringer arm and launched Michael down to the ground as he crashed in a massive heap.
Nero fell back down as he summoned power to Devil Bringer culminating in him raising his fist overhand and letting it smash down into Michael's body as the alpha wolf howled in pain and a massive explosion of energy erupted from underneath shrouding the room in smoke and sending debris scattering.
SvD…
The dust settled and Sion slowly stepped from out the ruined crash site. Facing Dante he held his sword tightly as the devil hunter smirked. "You seem a little taken back" Dante challenged.
"Not at all. I would expect nothing less from the Son of Sparda" Sion replied. "This is proving tougher than I expected. I knew of your talent but to think after removing the first limit release I am still struggling" Sion said beginning to slowly pace as he held his sword over his shoulder. Dante cocked his eyebrow, "Limit release? Those flashy rings? Man I figured they were just for style" he cracked.
Sion chuckled. "Quite the opposite. I'm afraid that the powers that be of my organization are too frightened of my full power. The rings serve as a way to check my power. The first two are the initial release; granting me higher levels of speed" he explained.
Dante pointed, "And that crown. Dude you royalty or something? Should I prostrate myself, your majesty?" he said sarcastically and bowed low. Sion laughed, "No not at all. This crown is the final method to control my power. If this were to be released I very well could end up destroying my whole body" Sion said strongly. Dante then watched as Sion's body glowed dark red as his opponent raised his sword. Sion charged forward and connected with Dante's sword as the two continued their duel.
Sion slashed and hacked with Oblivion as Dante defended with Rebellion. Dante slashed three times before jumping and bringing his sword down overhead as Sion parried the blow causing the devil hunter to recoil backwards. Dante flipped before landing to his feet and sprinting with Rebellion held sideways as he slashed. Sion jammed his blade to the ground, stopping Dante's attack. Sion then used his blade like a pole vault, pulling himself up and planting a strong kick in Dante's chest sending him skidding backwards. Dante pulled out one of his swords and opened fire. Sion quickly picked Oblivion up and used it to deflect the bullets.
Dante charged forward, mixing in swordplay to his gunfire as he slashed Rebellion with one hand and fired from his free. Sion was clipped by two shots to his shoulder. Rolling to the floor he sprang back to his feet and jumped back creating a good amount of distance between him and Dante.
"Ok, time to turn it up a notch" he said causing Dante to stare curiously. "I admit, I haven't let loose like this in a while. I plan to enjoy myself. What say you, Son of Sparda?" he taunted with a smirk. Dante shrugged, holding Rebellion across his shoulders. "Whatever you say dude" he said.
Sion spread his feet apart and then slammed Oblivion into the ground. Clenching his fists tightly his eyes darkened as his hair began to flow loosely. It then became more rigid and stiff before spreading out, growing a few inches longer. With a powerful shout of primal intensity Sion's body became engulfed in a swirling vortex of red energy with black lightning crackling and sparking. Dante watched closely, wondering what his opponent was preparing to unleash.
Sion continued howling at the top of his lungs for thirty seconds before it subsided and a swirling vortex of energy engulfed him. Sion lowered his arms and faced Dante.
His entire form had altered. His normally long brown hair became wild and spiky and was now colored jet black. His irises turned red and he had black pupils. His muscle mass swelled and increased. An aura of red energy pulsated around him. He had grown sharp claws.
"Take note Dante, it's rare that I get forced into using this. The crown regulates my power and temperament, preventing me from achieving my full devil state. I like to call this my Restrained Devil Trigger" Sion explained, his voice echoing and much deeper.
Dante grinned and then pointed Rebellion at him. "Then let's keep this party rolling dude" he challenged.
His challenge was met. Sion teleported with tremendous speed instantly appearing in front of Dante and catching the devil hunter off guard. Sion slashed Dante rapidly before knocking him into the air. Jumping up Sion again began slashing Dante across his body before batting him into the far side of the room. Landing to his feet he held his sword tightly. Dante slowly stood to his feet, dusting himself off and looking at Sion.
Sion charged as Dante raised his sword clashing with Oblivion. Sparks ignited as they shoved each other back and again charged. The duel intensified with Dante finding it harder and harder to defend against Sion's rapid onslaught. Sion slashed twice, cutting Dante before kicking him back against the wall. Dante kicked himself off the wall and threw Rebellion at Sion. Sion batted the sword away with his bare fist as he thrusted forward, piercing Dante through the stomach and impaling him against the wall.
Sion jumped back and watched as Dante's form went limp. "Hmph. Don't tell me that was it, Dante" he stated. Sion suddenly felt an immense and sharp stabbing pain through his torso. Blood trickled down his lip as he staggered forward. Looking down he saw Rebellion, piercing his midsection as blood oozed out. Hearing chuckling he looked up to see Dante slowly pulling himself free off the wall.
"Not bad dude...not bad. I might even say I've been taking this too lightly." He said pulling himself off and tossing Oblivion aside. Sion pulled Rebellion out and tossed it to Dante who caught it easily. Cracking his neck Dante smirked. "This party's really gotten crazy. Let's rock!" he said and with a shout initiated his own devil transformation.
SvS….
Seth backed away from the wall. Moments passed before a large fist of black shadows raced toward him. Shouting Seth slashed with his sword as it collided with the fist. Sparks ignited as he grit his teeth and pressed harder but was shoved back. Back flipping he regained his footing to see Seras walking forward, a mass of shadows gathering at her feet as she held the sword tightly. She charged forward slashing multiple times. Seth used his shield and sword in perfect synchrony; blending seamless sword strikes while timing with his shield.
Seras found it hard to penetrate his defenses. She brought the sword across her body as Seth blocked with his shield. Taking the time she took her leg and raised it in a fierce high section kick clipping Seth in his jaw and sending him rolling to the floor. Seras then took the time to bat his shield away forcing Seth to roll and avoid being impaled on her sword.
Getting to his feet Seth smirked and raised his sword. Dashing forward he slashed three times as Seras deflected. They intensified their duel, repeatedly attacking as their blades clashed. Seth jumped and brought his sword down hard causing Seras to move with blinding speed. She appeared behind him and raised to slash as Seth spun and clashed with her blade.
"Not bad. Where'd you learn to fight like this?" he complimented. Seras stated, "Well…I was a police officer" she stated simply. "I see" Seth said breaking their embrace.
"You, I can tell you aren't a vampire. Are you a demon or something?" Seras asked pointing her sword. Seth blinked, "What? Hell no you crazy?" he said. Seras frowned, "Well what are you?" she asked impatiently.
"I'm a Shape Shifter" Seth replied.
"A what?" Seras asked as her eyes widened.
"Shape Shifter. You know, Changeling. Skinwalker and a bunch of other stupid epithets passed down through the centuries. I can turn into animals" he explained.
"There's shifters? Bloody hell…" Seras said truly astonished. Seth narrowed his eyes, "I can tell though that you're a vampire. Tell me, why is a vampire fighting way over here on Fortuna?" he asked.
"My master and I were sent here. We're after LOD and the vampires they control" she explained.
Seth did not respond. "You're after LOD? So why are we fighting each other?"
Seras blinked before a vein popped on her forehead. "Because you started!" she said. Seth glared, "You freaking shot at me!"
"Idiot!" Seras shouted and sprinted forward, slashing Seth three times across his stomach and kicking him across the room as he crashed through the table in a massive heap. Seras watched the table crash into a bundle as Seth lay there before slowly standing to his feet. Bruised and bleeding from his wounds he began laughing as he wiped a trail of blood from his lip.
"Ouch. Guess I struck a nerve there huh babe" he said jumping up and charging. Raising his sword they again began their duel as Seth slashed more viciously. He swung his blade in a wide arc. Seras summoned her immense speed as she disappeared out of the attack. Appearing to his right he attacked with her own blade. Seth spun to counter but watched to his surprise as his blade was knocked away. Seras then thrust the blade forward. Seth grunted as he caught it with his bare hands but not before he was impaled through his abdomen.
"Urgh…shit." He strained clutched the blade between his palms as they bled. Seras growled, her eyes flashing as she tried forcing the blade deeper. They held the embrace for a while before Seth forced the blade out and kicked her in the stomach sending her sliding back.
Seth dropped to one knee, the wound he received slowly closing up as he panted. He tossed his vest off as his body twitched and his muscles tightened. His eyes darkened before flashing as Seras braced herself.
"Guess I'll have to do this the fun way" he said his voice beginning to echo. With a fierce growl his body instantly morphed into that of a massively built and powerful lion. His form increased dramatically, now about 7 feet tall. Staring at her with golden eyes his snout curled back in a fierce snarl exposing massive teeth as a deep throaty roar escaped his jaws.
"Let's get this on babe" he said instantly charging forward and slashing with his front paws, deeply cutting Seras across the torso as she was knocked back. Seth roared again, his mane shaking as he bounded and tackled her to the floor, his massive weight bearing down as he bit into her shoulder. Seras gasped before wrapping her arms around his mane, desperately trying to pry him off but he proved far stronger than she expected as they began rolling on the floor with Seth again biting her shoulder and attempting to skewer her with his claws.
KvA…
The dust settled as Kazuya waited for his opponent. Holding his sword tightly he waited but Anderson did not make his appearance. "What's wrong? You down for the count, priest?" Kazuya called out. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light. Dozens upon dozens of blessed bayonets suddenly sped toward Kazuya in a massive blast. Shouting he jumped to the side, getting cut a few times on his legs and body as he rolled out of the attack range. He looked up to see Anderson sprinting full speed, gripping two blades and with a wild sadistic grin on his face. Kazuya barely raised his sword to counter as their blades met. Gripping tightly he shoved Anderson back and slashed three times. Anderson easily deflected the blades as he kicked Kazuya back who skidded to a stop.
Kazuya dashed in a swift movement, instantly appearing to Anderson's right and raised his leg in a fierce roundhouse kick, breaking Anderson's ribs as the Paladin rolled across the room. Kazuya pulled out dozens of throwing daggers and threw them at Anderson as they pierced his shoulders and chest.
Anderson began laughing as he pulled the dagger out one by one. With a shout he and Kazuya both charged and began a vicious frenzy.
Kazuya slashed with his sword, mixing in hand to hand techniques as Anderson parried and blocked. Anderson slashed with his bayonets as Kazuya jumped back before leaping forward and thrust his sword forward. Anderson switched the grip on one blade, using the bottom of the hilt to knock Kazuya's sword away as he stabbed forward with the other blade. Kazuya regained his balance as he rolled away, quickly jumping to his feet and slashing overhead. Anderson brought his blades up in a cross pattern and blocked as the two men held the embrace.
"You don't know when to quit do you kid?" Anderson taunted. Kazuya scoffed, "I thought I told you not to call me kid, priest" he replied shoving Anderson back. He threw a four kick combo ending with him kicking Anderson in the gut and raising his blade to slash him. Anderson quickly recovered and slashed Kazuya across the midsection. Kazuya staggered back and dropped to one knee. He grunted before getting back to his feet.
Anderson then reached deep into his coat and unleashed a massive wave of blessed blades that raced toward Kazuya. Kazuya deflected some but not before being brutally impaled through his chest and stomach. Blood rushed out as he shouted and staggered back. Anderson laughed before pulling more blades out. Kazuya quickly began pulling the bayonets out, wincing from the pain as he faced his opponent again. "This shall end now. I should thank you boy for providing me with quite an entertaining battle." Anderson said raising his blades.
Kazuya stood to his feet. Not moving for some time before deeply sighing. He reached for the white mask covering his face and slowly began to remove it. Letting it fall to the floor he ran a hand through his deep brown hair and set his eyes on Anderson who stared. "Now that's unexpected" the priest replied.
He had a very deep and large cross shaped scar running over his right eye. Kazuya's eyes narrowed as he glared harshly. Raising his sword he shouted and prepared to charge. Anderson threw more blades, piercing his shoulders and legs and ceasing his movements. Kazuya shouted from the attack and began gritting his teeth, still holding his sword. Anderson slowly walked forward, wielding two bayonets. "Such a waste. Talent such as yours would have done a great service to the Vatican. Ah well, I will make your journey to Hell swift" he said approaching.
Kazuya panted heavily as he bled from his wounds. He tried moving but pain seared through his body. "Get up and move! Move! Move! Move! Move! It can't end here. I haven't avenged her yet! I haven't killed him yet! I won't die, I refuse to die! Move! Move! Move!" Kazuya thought over frantically as Anderson raised his bayonet. With a chilling grin he brought the blade down and said "Rest in peace. Amen".
Kazuya's world seemed to slow down as he saw the blade draw closer and closer. His frustration soon turned to panic. Panic then gave way to anger. Anger soon became rage. Rage in turn became madness. Kazuya felt a sudden chill creep in his body, expecting it to be the bitter release of death. The chill continued before his vision blackened and from the depth of his soul a long since buried source of evil and madness had awoken from its long forgotten slumber.
The death blow never came.
Anderson's attack was halted as Kazuya grabbed the blade easily, it didn't even pierce his skin. "What?" Anderson roared. Kazuya's head was bowed low, his body completely limp. Then came the sound: Laughter. A sinister chuckle. Kazuya's voice was now much different, deeper, echoing and with a dark and malevolent force.
"Idiot. Didn't I tell you that if you ever went and got yourself killed things would become very difficult for me? You're such a fucking moron. I swear sometimes it amazes me on how careless you can be, Kazuya. You went and got your ass kicked by this push over and now expect me to come and rescue you. Heh heh heh. Ahh it's been ages since I've seen the sight of blood flowing between my fingers. I'm going to kill this clown then deal with you Kazuya" the voice spoke.
Anderson's eyes widened, Kazuya still hadn't moved. "What the hell are you talking about? Just who the hell are you Kazuya?" he shouted.
The voice chuckled again, this time more forceful as his head slowly rose. "Who am I? I am…" it said. Kazuya's head rose as he stared deep into Anderson's eyes with a malicious intent that made even the Paladin nervous.
His entire face had changed. The left half of his face was now covered by a series of black tattooed markings resembling a striped and flaming pattern. The scar over his eye was pulsing and glowing deep red. His eyes had changed color; His left eye had a black sclera with a red iris and black pupils while the right had a red sclera with a gold iris and black pupil. His finger nails were now colored black. With a shrill cackle Kazuya stated, "I'M THE ONE THAT'S GONNA KILL YOU!" And with that he raised his sword and cut Anderson from his waist diagonally across his chest in a gruesome manner as blood poured out, splashing him on the face and staining his clothes as Anderson slid back and dropped to his knees, clutching his wound tightly.
" AHAHAHAHAHAHA! FINALLY! It's been damn near 50 years since I last got out and I'm ready to slice your ass to pieces! This fool Kazuya is so weak is makes me sick. He should have just called on my power from the start and we could have ended this. But it doesn't matter. I'M here and I'm not soft like he is." The voice shouted wildly as he reared back and howled at the top of his lungs.
Kazuya reached and began pulling all of Anderson's bayonets out, casually tossing the blessed weaponry away. The wounds instantly closed up as he stood to full height and pointed his sword at Anderson who stared horrified. "No..Not possible" the priest said as he reached for more weapons. Kazuya laughed again as clenched his fist.
"Get ready priest cause I'm feeling homicidal right now! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The voice spoke. With a final laugh, Kazuya shouted and sprinted forward with devastating speed as he raised his sword to attack the Paladin.
End Chapter
Stay tuned for the concluding chapter that wraps this melee up. Nero and Michael conclude their duel. Will Michael's Power of the Bloodline be a match for Nero's Devil Trigger? Sion and Dante end with a bang as Sion drops a shocking revelation. Turns out, he has a connection to Dante's father Sparda!
Seras and Seth end their fight as well followed closely by Trish whom becomes overwhelmed by Alucard's relentless onslaught. And finally has Anderson truly met his match in this new form of the assassin Kazuya? What is the identity of this mysterious entity which has seemingly possessed and taken control of Kazuya? The answers to this next chapter. Thanks for reading and stay tuned!