A Tooth for a Tooth, Blood for Blood [SPLIT]

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Everything seemed to become more and more hectic in the underground cavern as Kim's spell wore off, the tentacles retracting after thoroughly thrashing against her opponent with seemingly a decent effect on them, only for Meara to make herself useful and lay waste to the man herself as well. Between her cousin's sudden transformation and obvious differently feeling magical presence, Kimono shuttered at the immediate combat unsure of what precisely was going on. Between her own head hurting from the grasp of the Hutong on her psyche and Meara appearing far more demonic than normal, the human girl grasped at the air in front of her, gripping down on the Hutong and feeling the sweltering heat as sparks of fire and ash formed in her palms, sizzling and calming. The pain keeping her head from racing too deeply out of control.

When Meara's rotting maggots failed to hit Band correctly, the large Arcosian android standing in the way of them and toasting the small creatures, Kim's eyes burned deeply with an intense anger. As the Mist coursed through her lungs and veins, its inducing power causing her to feel far more extreme bouts of emotion, the one that hung on was the unending desire to destroy the metal machination before it could stop her again. Render it whole and obliterate the being once and for all.

"You. Machine." Kimono's voice would state, far less playful and more direct as she peered heartlessly into what passed for eyes on the Sentinel. "You stopped my cousin from being allowed to have fun. I don't take kindly to that. You're going to have to be punished~". As the words left her mouth, her arm was already outstretched to the side where, yet another large opaque summoning circle formed before her palm out of the Hutong Mist. as her fingers gripped around the thick fog, the magic pulsated and created before her yet another creation of hers, this one far more familiar. First formed the grip itself as her hand gripped around it, and as she pulled the device from the portal the rest of the weapon showed. The barrel and foregrip of the small, compact shotgun were the final bits exposed before the portal disappeared and the woman, her body still elevated in the air attached to the large spider-like appendages from her back made of the mist itself, held the weapon.

CHI-CHUNK

With the racking of the pump action, a large glowing shotgun shell loading inside the chamber, Kimono raised the barrel towards the machine with her signature grin set across her lips. The very idea of what would come next enticing to the psychotic soldier. "Back home, we call this 'Oozaru-shot'. It's magic, and designed specifically to turn those gigantic monkeys into a stuffed statue you keep in your mansion. It's strong enough to destroy most spaceships with ease, let alone something as... insignificant as you." Kim would explain as the Hutong around her bellowed away from her body, clearing not only the view of the woman herself, but her own accuracy in the fight. "Die."

With that, the soldier would raise the weapon to eye level, the shotgun's barrel exploding with intense magical energy as small buckshot pellets left the barrel only to become surrounded with the mist to enhance their impact-ability on target. Once the first round fired, Kim would work the action of her firearm sending the spent shell casing to the floor with a dink sound as she loaded yet another, unloading five more rounds of Oozaru-shot shells into her target with the hopes of causing at least some major damage on her opponent. It took a lot out of her, but she could always recover her mist working on Band. She needed to focus on ending the immediate threat that was Delta Sentinel before the two could figure out how to work together.

Turning to Meara again, Kim would stick her tongue out slightly, making a goofy face that showed just how much she was off from her usual serious self. She wasn't the same hard-faced warrior with a cold stare, this was the look of someone acting childish. Playful. Wrong.

"I~ Win~ Meara~"

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'Good effect on target' was what Kimono's one tracked mind thought as she saw the destructive power of the Oozaru-shot shells obliterate her opponent's metallic exterior. Her breathe waivered for but a moment, feeling the cold chill hit her skin for the first time since arriving into the cellar-like subterranean tomb-like room. As her mist seemed to faulter from her over-use of the abilities at her disposal, her mind did not catch the two incoming attacks meant to go right at her!

Hearing the patchwork of voices through the tinnitus-induced ringing in her ear, Kim had just enough time to turn her head around to see the Namekian rushing her position before the large figure took grasp of her mist-appendages and lifted her off of the ground and walls, suspending her body loosely in the air between them helplessly. "Argh, get the fuck off of me..." the soldier woman would curse as she saw the muscles of the man flex while her entire form was reeled back, only to be slammed into the wall at high speed and strength. By the time she pieced together everything happening, her face planted itself hard into the concrete-like material of the wall destroying the roots covering the surface immediately. As the rock and debris shattered like glass against her nigh indestructible outer mist-layer, blood sprayed from her mouth from the pressure of the strike as the beating she was allowing to happen finally was showing its effort well. The crimson, copper-smelling liquid doused the wall and ground only for a moment as the sizzling of the heat intensified across the room. The blood turned to vapor in seconds as it joined the mist in the air, and Kim's already pink hair began to glow more and more intensely for just a moment right before the next flailing strike would move her body, just as both her own power, and the mist itself began more powerful, and more toxic than before.

"I. SAID. GET. OFF." Her anger would hiss through her teeth, the voice unlike the one before and far more demonic and layered behind echoes of something older behind it. "NO MORE." Forcing one of her spider-like appendages free from his grasp, by the time he went to fling her body into the next wall, the appendage caught the wall before her body. Using this newfound leverage, another appendage removed itself from its grasp and would begin to jab at Band's head with the sharpened tip of the spider leg hoping to remove him from her and once against build some distance between them. Her mouth opened, though not to speak, as suddenly more Hutong began to flood the room from her labored, injured breathing. Each cyclic gust viler and more toxic than the last as she gave herself more material to work with. "Listen to the trash can, you don't belong here." Kim's eldritch, echo of a voice would state audibly for everyone to hear, directing the attention to Band. "You're too weak, too frail. Run away child. Before Meara and I are forced to rip you piece by piece, limb by limb, and kill you like the rest. I've murdered dozens, possibly hundreds before you. Do not think you'll make it out any better than the rest. Run. NOW." Her orders were both direct, and assertive as her face twisted into that of someone both begging for them to listen as well as hoping they ignore it. "B e F o R e    O n E   o F   u S   r E g R e T s   I t"

By the time she had the chance to get this out, express these words of genuine fear for Band's safety against herself and Meara, Kim felt and heard the sudden burn and sizzle of the blaster bolts hitting the mist barrier coating her skin, each successful hit weakening it before the final strike finally felt flesh, burning at her back and destroying a hole-shaped burn into the fabric of her sweater exposing her scarred, damaged skin of her back. Numerous cuts, healed gashes, and sealed bullet wounds visible from the visible flesh. This wasn't her first fight, and she wasn't going to make it her last either.

"F-Fine then. You can leave Namekian. The vacuum cleaner is being scrapped."

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Kim's plan seemed to work, at least for the moment. As the Namekian's grip around her appendages as a whole, she had just enough time to drop herself back to the floor roughly, her mist limbs failing to catch her fall as her sight blurred from the slight impact. Everything inside of her mind and body felt off, it felt wrong. It didn't feel right at all. As she groaned audibly from the pain, Kimono's mist that continued to linger in the room felt the change of motion from the robotic individual. She barely had the time to turn and look before seeing what was coming her way.

The finger pointed her direction, it's gleaming crimson light, all of it was noticeably powerful as it shot towards her position. Kim's eyes grew wide as time seemed to slow down, the fractals of light emitting from the Arcosian android's beam reflecting off of her eyes like prisms. She had no time, not enough time to make a proper defense, or even to make a proper retort before her body acted on it's own. Her arms crossing her chest in an X formation, each hand gripping down hard on the mist-made spider legs and ripping them from her shoulder blades. Throwing the first of the two at the robot past it's beam, she held the other condensed Hutong Mist creation to her chest as the beam found it's mark against her defenses. The mist absorbed most of the blast immediately, it's already gaseous form turning into an almost cyanide plasma burning a bright blue in the air between herself and everyone else. The intensity of the heat against her unprotected flesh scorched the soldier's chin, chest, and shoulders with immediate extreme burns. Her eyes could only widen as the energy around her caused unspeakable pain. It was unlike anything she'd felt quite before, even if she hadn't taken the direct hit of the blast. If she had, she would have been as injured as that day back on Plant. It was too much.

As if on que to a play the Earthling was unaware of, a soft voice spoke behind Kimono's. It wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, it was the echo behind her speech. The call of the void reached out to the woman and touched her spirit, the magical connection she gripped onto tightly as a mortal desperate for control and power over her affliction.

"Sleep. Let me handle this." was all it spoke, it's soothing sultry voice offered, the blacked-out eyes of Kim begging for a chance to get some rest. After silence in the void, Kim's third eye opened inside. What she saw was horror, an abyssal being of unknowing proportions. Between the flat yet flexed nostril posing before her soul, and the begotten mother of the mist hissed between single blinks of her heterochromic eyes. One jet black and ringed with red visual markers, while the other breathed humanity. It's silence broken with the final call. "Daughter of regret, let your mother guide you to freedom from what ails you."

Back to the real world, as Kim's mist-lacking form laid flat on the ground, her essence would become like a fog of itself. Her spiritual connection faltered, her pulse beginning to flatline, and her breath became not but a wheeze followed by silence. It was as if that final attack had somehow finished her off. Despite the damage to her body cosmetic at worst, she seemed to come to her mortal end. The little sensible capacity of her existence fading, including the poppet of hers in Meara's possession beginning to fray at the seams and lack any noticeable signs of life. Everything external gave off the appearance of expiration. She seemed as if though she was no more.

Inside, Kim was asleep. Taking the back seat to what came next. What offered her eldritch hand to the warrior so desperate to prove herself. When she looked at it, it didn't just look back. It took control. The mental grasp Meara would have on Kimono would simmer and come to an audible phone dial tone as if a telephone was hung up, respondent to no more calls. What was inside did not want to speak with the spawn of him. It still needed to take it's prize. The only message given being a widespread telepath beacon, one final cusp of perceived life from the body before it went cold on the floor. The beacon did not speak words, nothing interpretable in any language known. Between the gurgles and hissing, stretched vowels and gutturals, a picture would cross the mind of anyone willing to take on the burden of her message. A single vision, a single view of the abyss. It's endless ocean of cosmic treachery. The cataclysmic and diabolic contraption invented by a demon of unspeakable evil. The upper half of a woman adorned in pink glowing robes, her vibrant cherry-blossom hair obscuring just enough of her face to be an enigma on it's own. Her lower half, an unknowable evil. From the waist down containing the appearance of a mutated abomination beyond that of the mortal realm. It's vision a flash, but horrible to those who would be willing to accept the mental strike. It's strength was not just to those around, or across the planet. It's sight invaded the permeation of the mortal realm, it's grasp galactic in scale. Those who listened, who beckoned the mother, would feel, hear, and see her warmth.

Yet alone she laid on the floor, face buried into the dust and debris of the fight they engaged, her chest flat to the ground and arms splayed to her sides, nothing more to be until she deemed it right. What remained feigned her death, at least for now, determined to commit to her plan.