Darkened Night (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

Strolling right along into the cathedral of Shadows, Akira realized that he felt right at home there. Was it because he was slowly matching the overall feel of Shadows, or was it the fact that he was growing so powerful that he felt little threat from the enemies at that point? Either way, the boy knew he was much more capable, stepping into the structure, than he had been last time. Perhaps it would be within his capabilities to try heading to the heart of that floor? After all, he could heal pretty well and buff himself. If nothing else, he could run like a bitch and get the hell out of there if anything especially bad happened. Tempted by the prospect of pushing himself, as well as finding new loot, he decided to do just that, taking some of the paths he had, before, completely avoided.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

You were close. But not really.

Supra Gigas

• Gigantic Fist
• Power Charge
• Garudyne

Absorb: Repel: Null: Fire Rs: Wk: Strike
Dupra Gigas

• Arrow Rain
• Power Charge
• Ziodyne

Absorb: Repel: Null: Pierce Rs: Wk: Strike

[Akira Nakajima]

Two enemies appeared. Akira summoned Alma Elma and demanded a Heat Riser. The succubus performed flawlessly as the empowering aura overtook the boy. Stronger, faster, and more resilient, he practically danced between the giants, tempting both into attacking. Their attacks slammed into each other with great force. The crossdresser was a-okay, though. He then had Alma Elma use another Heat Riser. Apparently, his enemies were charging their next attacks. How kind of them to give him a chance to finish beefing himself up. With a third Heat Riser in place, he literally flew between the two, letting their empowered blows nail into each other. One shattered before spewing blackness everywhere. The other, bleeding from numerous holes, slowly turned to face the boy.

Akira tossed his scissors to Alma Elma. He was going to fight the leftover Shadow-to-boy in drag. The titan charged forward. The boy stood his ground. The titan sent its fist at Akira. The boy, shifting slightly, wrapped his arm around the appendage and pinned it to his side. Strength was fine, and all, but it was useless without skill. These Shadows? They lacked skill. They had plenty of strength- more than enough- but that ended up being their weakness, a lot of the time. Curling his fingers, he prepped his free hand, launching an open-palm uppercut into the Shadow's chest. One blow, and the Shadow shuddered. Was it weak to Strike-based attacks? If so, then this would be over quickly. A second uppercut was launched while the Shadow was stunned. Then, releasing the pinned appendage, the boy hopped back, bouncing on one foot, then shifting forward and twirled, sending his knee directly into the equivalent of the Shadow's Solar Plexus. It was hard to reach, considering his size, but a bit of hop in the kick made it possible. Regardless, the Shadow doubled over, almost falling on the crossdresser, as it slammed into the ground and dissolved.

Never try to punch a trap.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Legendary Bellybutton Lint.

[Akira Nakajima]

The battle was over. No reinforcements filtered through the walls or ceiling. While he could not say that he was “bored”, he was definitely a bit disappointed. Heat Riser boosted his battle capabilities completely. Did it, perhaps, also raise his battle spirit? Either way, he was good to go. If Heat Riser was the reason he felt so. . . good about pummeling things to death, then, hey, all the better! Nodding to himself, the youth in drag took his scissors back from Alma Elma with a smile and a nod before proceeding further. The boy and his succubus would tear apart the opposition with absolutely no issues, he was convinced.