"There seems to be a misunderstanding!" Satoru said as he leapt backward to avoid a bunch of... what the hell were those things, actually? Shurikens? Slivers of sharpened metal? Whatever the case, he leapt back to avoid them, because ninjas did a ton of back flips and just standing still while letting Infinity take care of everything kind of got boring after a while. Also, because back flips were insanely cool and also because he could. The Eldar unleashed all manner of attacks at him, discs of light and bolts of Cursed Energy, but none of them reached him. "Guys, I just wanted to talk! You're looking for me, aren't you? Let's talk!"
They did not respond. Instead, the tall humanoids continued their assault. They were fast, Satoru would give them that – faster than most enemies he'd faced, actually. And it wasn't just that; their movements were graceful and methodical, almost like a kata or a dance, but also explosive and fluid, like a raging river or a powerful ocean wave. They also seemed far lighter than they actually looked, almost gliding upon the open air. It wasn't a Cursed Technique of any kind, Satoru noted, but was likely simply the result of their unique biology and many many years of practice and repetition. How incredibly interesting. Was every single Eldar as fast and as skilled as these guys were or were these ones particularly strong? What did they look like underneath the armor?
Aw man, maybe jumping from the ceiling and landing right in the middle of them was a bad idea, he'll readily admit, but it sure as hell was funny and that was honestly what mattered more in the short run. And, as for the long run, well... Satoru didn't think about that at all.
"White hair... cursed eyes..." The Farseer muttered as Satoru crouched and weaved and rolled underneath the projectiles and flying blades. Surprisingly, the Farseer did not join the fight. Seeing as she had a staff, Satoru already assumed that she was an artillery type fighter, hurling high-damage blasts of Cursed Energy, but not so strong within melee range. That she still hadn't attacked him was quite strange. He would've figured that the moment her bodyguards got bodied, she'd start hurling fire balls or whatever techniques these Eldar utilized. "But you are not the Voidwalker, Monkeigh. The one we seek is a creature of emptiness and desolation, wielding the very void within themselves as a weapon against his enemies."
Raising a brow, Satoru unleashed a quick high-output burst of Red and sent the projectiles flying back at his attackers. They continued firing, but another quick, low output usage of Blue sent the rifle-wielding Eldar slamming into each other at enough speeds to crack human bones. They were aliens, so Satoru wasn't sure how much damage he'd done, but it couldn't have felt good. He watched as they all fell to the floor in a heap – not unconscious, but definitely dazed, before he shrugged and did it again, forcing four of the Eldar to violently slam into each other once again, but with greater force this time. A loud crack echoed as the aliens fell limp and unconscious – not dead, thankfully, since that would be a colossally terrible first-contact scenario, not that it already wasn't, but Satoru would prefer if it didn't get even worse than it already was.
Eh, actually, after assaulting four of the Eldar, he was confident in the fact that there were very few ways it could get even worse, like if he killed the Farseer; that would probably make it even worse. But, as long as he didn't do that, then maybe he could still salvage the situation. At the back of his mind, Satoru swore he could hear Tzeentch's laughter, alongside the sound of shattering glass. Huh, what the hell was that?
"Right, I forgot about that part," Satoru grinned, before bringing his hands close together. Of course, Voidwalker meant a person who channeled True Negative Cursed Energy, duh. He should've started with that, honestly. Now, if only he hadn't kind of damaged his soul with his last experiment, then demonstrating would be incredibly easy. As it was, he'd probably need at least ten minutes of stillness and silence to properly tune his Cursed Energy into True Negative. Damn it.
This was gonna take a while, if he can do it at all.
"This has been entertaining, monkeigh Sorcerer, but I have a task to complete and you, unfortunately, are standing in the way." Before Satoru could do anything, however, the Farseer slammed her spear to the ground and Satoru's eyes widened as he felt something invading his mind, foreign Cursed Energies swiftly and violently seeping inward. Gritting his teeth, Satoru channeled Infinity into himself, through his own brain, something he'd never done before, but felt like the right thing to do, and guided the foreign energies out and away – the whole thing taking less than half a second. The rampant foreign Cursed Energy slammed into the nearby wall and tore a hole through solid metal and concrete. Sheesh. His Six-Eyes narrowed; well hello there, another Cursed Technique that could bypass Infinity – fancy meeting you here.
Dangerous. Too dangerous, actually. He was gonna have to come up with countermeasures around that, maybe tune Infinity to create an external stream around his head to stop any and all attempts of... mind invasion as the Farseer. Actually, that it could bypass neutral Infinity and go straight for his mind was honestly quite concerning. Fortunately, active use of Infinity seemed enough to disrupt its natural flow; so, as long as he was fast enough to actually react, then he could stop his brain from getting fried.
Not that it was going to matter, honestly, because nothing of that sort was ever going to happen again. It took some concentration, but tuning a small portion of Infinity to create a steady, but powerful stream around his head to deflect mental attacks was honestly easier than he'd otherwise imagined.
"Okay, that's enough of that." His amusement faded and Satoru shrunk the distance between himself and the Farseer with Blue, before violently expelling a huge explosion of Red in a wide circle around himself, catching the alien off-guard and breaking apart most of her armor as she was sent flying through a wall and out the other side. A cloud of dust puffed into the air and Satoru walked forward, idly walking over the downed Eldar warriors. "Maybe we can have a proper conversation now? I'm sorry for jumping you guys, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up."
Once again, Satoru turned his focus inwards, slowly and meticulously beginning the arduous process of turning his Cursed Energy into True Negative Cursed Energy, which would've happened faster if he wasn't planning on being careful with his soul; but, since he wasn't that much of an idiot, then he couldn't just rush things. If he could just show these guys that he was, indeed, the Voidwalker, then maybe they'd calm the fuck down enough for them to engage in a meaningful discussion about his car's extended warranty or whatever it was they wanted with the Voidwalker, because it sounded important, enough for them to risk their lives and venture into this floating garbage truck of a ship that, ultimately, was dangerous as heck.
He very much doubted that the Eldar would be so kind as to actually let him talk, however, and that was a hundred percent on him. He could, however, seeing as these aliens seemed to possess somewhat humanoid traits, take them hostage or some shit; the Farseer had to be important enough, right? Failing that, there was always option 2: use Blue to transport himself and the entire vessel right into the Craftworld's upper atmosphere and ride out the chaos that was definitely going to rain down if ever he did that. Though, if Satoru was being honest with himself, the second option seemed like the most fun.
So, all in all, if this whole thing went sour and ugly, then they weren't out of options and, ultimately, he was still more than capable of maximizing the output of Infinity to cover the whole ship, protecting the blank duo from the crash that was definitely going to happen.
Raging, arching bolts of white lightning flashed from the hole on the wall and raced towards him. Infinity guided them away, but it only took a moment of exposure for Satoru to figure out that those were not, in fact, lightning bolts, like the ones used by the Astartes Sorcerers he'd faced before, but something far more refined and advanced – pure manifestations of Cursed Energy, molded into the shape of lightning and then discharged at an opponent. Anyone to suffer even a slight hit, Satoru guessed, wouldn't be enjoying it too much. Still, seeing as it was ultimately still stuck in the material world and, ultimately, still subject to the laws of motion, then it was never going to reach or touch him – not unless he wanted to and he wasn't particularly kinky.
The Farseer walked out of the shattered wall, limping slightly. Satoru raised a brow. It seemed his use of Red might've done more damage than he thought. Were these aliens, then, physically weaker than humans, in exchange for their lithe grace and speed? Interesting to note, that one, because that Red would not have been enough to break the bones of any sorcerer worth their salt, unless of course the Farseer was incapable of basic Augmentation, which seemed unlikely. No, the most logical conclusion, therefore, was that they were simply less durable than a human being. And so, if he wanted to keep them from dying, then he'd have to use less force.
And then, the Eldar rushed at him at blinding speeds, appearing as little more than a faint blur. Her spear-staff lashed out, but was stopped by Infinity before it could ever reach him. "Ma'am, please relax. I'm trying to show you that I'm the Voidwalker – so, chill out and wait."
The Farseer did not, in fact, chill out as Satoru had hoped. Instead, she roared and slammed her spear into the floor and unleashed a colorless wave of Positive Energy that rippled throughout the entire ship, before reverberating back around her, now twice as powerful and carrying twice the momentum. Interesting, Satoru thought. Pure gravity and kinetic energy, pushed by flickers of Cursed Energy, coming at him from nearly every conceivable angle. Normal gravity was one thing, he mused, but weaponized gravity seemed like the sort of thing that could probably pass right through Infinity – probably not, but he wasn't interesting in standing still and testing that particular possibility.
The colorless wave crunched and cracked and wrinkled everything it came into contact with, a wave of controlled destruction. In itself, not so deadly, but the mechanics behind such a thing, Satoru figured, must've been incredibly advanced, something only a sorcerer with incredibly knowledge of physics could possibly pull off. And, even then, taking direct control of gravity and forcing it to do one's bidding was within the realm of Limitless – just not something he'd ever tried to do, honestly.
Sadly, he couldn't admire it from a safe point of view as he was, alas, the target.
So, with a rapid application of Blue, Satoru surged towards the downed Eldar Warriors, seeing as the Farseer had left a window for them; likely, Satoru figured, to keep them from getting mulched by her Cursed Technique. He could take these guys hostage to force her to calm the fuck down, but didn't seem like the fun thing to do. And, frankly, he wanted to see more of what the Farseer was capable of.
Wait, he could maybe just transform a tiny portion of his Cursed Energy, instead of tuning the whole thing and damaging his soul even further. It seemed like it would be more difficult, in theory, especially given his current situation, but Six-Eyes was here, specifically, to help him micromanage his Cursed Energy. Breathing in, Satoru focused a small portion of his Cursed Energy into an orb, over his palm, which he then raised high enough for the Farseer to take notice of it. It appeared as a swirling, writhing mass of black and gold and red ribbons. The Eldar jumped back, expecting an attack. Instead, Satoru tuned the orb into True Negative Cursed Energy, instantly turning the whole thing as black as the void between the stars themselves.
"See?" Satoru grinned. "I'm the-"
The ship grew colder by several degrees. And the Farseer screamed and fell to her knees, blood pouring and rushing from the cracks around and all over her helmet.
"Oops?" Satoru turned to the already-downed Eldar Warriors, blood streaming from the cracks in their armors. He then lowered his hand and deactivated the technique. "Oh boy."
AN; Satoru's dastardly adventure continues! As usual, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Advanced stuff on the (Pat)reon.