A Dramatic Arrival! Erebos Visits Plant! (Cato)

Well, if that wasn’t permission, he wasn’t sure what was.

With a wet plop, he smacked the shadowy glob on his own chest. Within an instant, it crawled along every portion of his body. Every inch, every atom of his being was coated in darkness. When Cato’s attack hit his chin, it carved a hole in his face, sending him clear into the sky… and yet there was no yelp. No pained scream or groan of annoyance. Even as he soared past the clouds and far away enough from the castle that they nearly touched the upper atmosphere, there wasn’t a sound.

His face reformed, made of pitch blackness.

Suddenly, his energy had skyrocketed. As if he had always been this strong and you just didn’t notice. Gazing at him was like closing your eyes a bit too tight, and sensing his Ki felt like putting your hand into a hole you found in a cave your caretaker begged you not to explore.

Erebos, the living shadow, floated in the air, an inhuman motion to his movements. His aura was like a blacklight, peeling waves of shadowy ink off his body like the embers of a burning inferno. The only thing on his body that showed any sign of life were his eyes. Two piercing windows of blood-red malice that emitted light like a pair of haunted headlights.

He tilted his head, and words escaped from a mouth he no longer had.

”I sure hope you’re one of those Super Saiyans, otherwise you’re about to wake up with a nasty concussion.”

Raising his hand, Erebos suddenly loosed a massive torrent of Ki, sickly white light painting the late-afternoon sky the color of a blank sheet of parchment. The beam aimed to take her out in one fell swoop, but if it failed, there was something else waiting in the wings.

Hidden in the shadow of a cloud below them, a silhouette of Cato emerged. It moved with a copy of her earlier motions, leaping up from behind and attacking with the same Ki-infused fist she’d landed on him a few moments ago!

The copy of Cato would suddenly jolt back, like a video tape being rewound, before tossing a black ball of energy toward the real Cato!

-Maybe now you can fight me properly- The copy spoke the words in a stilted tone, like it was reading from a script.

Would Cato be able to survive this onslaught? He certainly hoped so.

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