(Because I can't muster the will to continue writing currently I'm sorry there's been a lot of problems. Refer to lettyjournal.)
"You're missing a few. Have they fallen to my minions or just left you? No matter. As long as even one of you remain, this'll be a clean sweep. I'll just watch as my girls rip you all to shreds." Rinnosuke leans on a broken pillar, sickly energy leaking from every pore on his skin. The ground itself seems to tremble as the aura of corruption grows. But there would be no time to analyze Rinnosuke's powers. It had begun.
"I like how you call me 'That one', as if I'm just a bystander at a corner. I assure you, I'll be more then enough for your little team." The samurai brandishes her sword, smirking. Her blade is different, once sharp, smooth and flawless, now chipped at various places, showing signs of incredible wear and tear. They once said that the blade of a warrior represents his or her mind and will. It's been broken. Meira's already dark eyes begin to fade to black, her pupils turning a sickly green before settling as a purple similar to Rinnosuke's energy.
"I have failed only twice in my life, and this would not be the third time. It's disrespectful to come at me all at once, so I'll just give the others some fun." Meira's damaged sword shakes, almost vibrating in anticipation. With a sudden jerk, the samurai throws her blade directly at the first Gensokyan in front of her - Kanako. The latter reaches forward and deflects the battered sword with a swing of her own.
Snap.
A burst of purple energy fires forth from the sword in mid-air, creating barriers out of nothing, blocking off the team's members, separating them almost completely.
New Teams:
Kanako, Tenshi.
Aesera, Gale.
Wriggle, Utsuho, Orin.
"Come on girls, we have a war to win." Rinnosuke claps his hands together.
Meira, Sariel and Kasen take their respective places, laughing. Just by appearance, they have gotten stronger. Sariel's angel wings cast a sickly green shadow on the ground below, fluttering in anticipation. Yuuka stands at the back, twirling her parasol in hand. Nothing has changed about her. She looks completely normal, by the standards of Gensokyans. Not even her eyes have changed. Not a hint of corruption.
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The arrow flew, with deadly accuracy. It pierced the veil of silence on the other side of the battlefield. Whizzing through the air, the arrow snapped in half, right through the center. Like a chisel being hammered through a thin piece of wood. Breaking through the end of the arrow was a sword. One as thin and sharp as the knives Sakuya always had on her. It had no hilt, and instead was just the blade of it's entirety.
And with the first attack, came the retaliation. In a flash, Yumeko dashed forward, her feet lightly touching the ground.
She's fast.With her cold stare penetrating through Yumeko's own, Ranna formed another arrow, raising it forward in an action much like reloading a gun. As Yumeko's first attack drew, the arrow too, grew in size to block the first sword. The air around the two hisses, one burning the sword in half and the other evaporating the arrow. Her feet grazed the creeping sickness on the floor, pushing herself back from Ranna.
"...Fast." The demonic maid drew her hands towards her chest, swords forming within the gaps of her fingers.
"Come."
Faster!Yumeko threw herself toward, the blades whistling in the wind due to the speed of her movements. In a split second, the embodiment too drew forth another arrow upon her bow, and released.
"Ey ey, over here!"
Fiery wings brought down a grand slam, delivered by Mokou. The maid spun, absorbing the exploding danmaku with her swords. Ranna's arrow, aimed right at Yumeko's head, broke and evaporated as the maid's sword reached forward. The sword too broke, melting away. An opening.
Yumeko ran forward, using her fist instead of a sword, throwing a punch towards Ranna's chest.
Crack"...Fast."
Mokou's own fist clashed with hers. The air spun around their meet and flew apart in all directions. The force unbelievable, sending both the immortal and the demon back at least ten feet. The immortal clutched her mangled hand, bones shattered and distorted in various positions. If that had hit Ranna, she'd be dead instantly. Mokou turned back, seeing the embodiment's shocked face right behind her.
"I regenerate. It's fine."
"...If you say so."
Her advantage in close range is incalculable. She can fight with her fists and with her weapons... But now...The maid had begun to pant. Her fist too, broke from the impact. There were cracks on her skin where the veins were supposed to be. Black blood oozed from the cracks, and the bones visible stayed in their disconnected places. She could'nt regenerate like Mokou.
Ranna formed another arrow, just as Yumeko generated swords in her fingers. She released the arrow, and Yumeko raised her blades. Ranna's single arrow compressed itself before impact, splitting into five smaller bullets that impacted each sword, melting them. Yumeko snarled.
My Swords need energy, and she is able to break them. Those arrows don't hit physically. They penetrate the mana I used to form the swords.Her swords neutralize my arrows. If she comes close to me and manages even a light hit, it's over.I have enough for thirty swords.I've never tested the limits of my arrows...That bitch is making this annoying with her own regeneration... Immortals...I'll break through. Rapid fire.A flash of bright green light comes from Ranna's bow. Four arrows come into existence, flickering. The strain on Ranna's master arm is visible now; Her fingers are turning red, veins visible from the wrist crawling towards the elbow. The panting demon waits, as Ranna tugs on the almost invisible string upon the bow.
And releases.
A shriek pierces through as the wind howls. The immortal nowhere in sight.
Blades form in an instant. One, four, eight. Half of them spin through the air, coming straight for the embodiment. The other half meets the arrows. The four arrows split upon impact, changing their targets and flying back towards Ranna to neutralize the swords.
"I'll kill you!"
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"If you haven't noticed, the night blindness is weak. Very weak." Reimu crossed her arms, flicking her fingers as orbs of red light rise around her. "This'll take longer than I thought... Hey, Mystia... Can you sense that?"
"Ehhhh? What?"
"It's the same bloody sensation as the Scarlet Mist incident."
"Ohohoho! Well, as expected from the Hakurei shrine maiden! No point in hiding now. Come on Remilia, you have a job to do." Rinnosuke motions behind him, laughing all the while. In the distance comes forth a searing red beam of light.
"Too easy!" Reimu pulls out two amulets from her sleeves, using them as makeshift gloves to catch the light as it grazes past her face. Gungnir. It however, is different in appearance. Spikes are lodged in multiple places, making holding it as a physical weapon impossible. It was a miracle Reimu managed to catch it in between the spikes. Instead of a sleek spear of energy, it's a mass of spikes and entrails. In Reimu's grasp, it fades till it forms a black smoke trail, floating back to where it came.
"Remilia too?"
"Close, but no. I would've loved to have the Scarlet Devil in my pocket, but... This'll have to do. She's a failed experiment. Failed, but she still has the same powers as the original."
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Two sword wielders stand against a lone samurai.
The Fallen Angel spreads her wings as she faces the Embodiments.
A fellow Gensokyan, known to most, meets her fellow friends.
"Delightful. Prepare yourselves."
"Sink in the glory which is I, Sariel!"
"I'll show you how one of the four Divas fight... Like old times."
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"Mystia!" Reimu shouts, throwing forth one of her ying-yang orbs to stop the incoming attack. Still from afar, the fake Remilia launches her gungnirs with incredible accuracy. The night sparrow, however, only sees the ying-yang orb coming towards her.
"W-W-What?! Waaaaaaaaaait!"
Clang!Just like two metal rods being hit against each other, the orb and the gungnir meet. The latter fades into smoke and the former cracks slightly.
"It's not strong enough, eh. Easy then."
"Reimu! That's dangerous! You almost hit Mystia."
"Good job Vante. You missed the point where I saved her life."
"...T-That too."
The embodiment turns to Kotohime, who had, among the commotion, just taken a place to sit and rest. She raises her hand elegantly to cover her mouth as she yawns. Her clothes show no sign of the corruption around her. What a princess.
"Done yet?"
The air rips apart as a stray arrow flies towards Kotohime, who silently raises her hand to grab the tip of the arrow, bending her fingers inward to break it.
"Boooooring..."
"Can I kill her?" Reimu grits her teeth, pulling out more amulets. All this fighting is getting to her head - and it hasn't even reached the scale of the last battle.
"Calm down Reimu. You'll get your chance. You need to deal with that Remilia thing first, right?"
"I don't care. I'm going." In a mad dash, Reimu lunges forward, covering the distance between Kotohime and her in less than a second. The princess blocks Reimu's first punch with her backhand, and in a single motion, throws Reimu upwards. The shrine maiden retaliates by throwing her amulets in grasp at Kotohime. The latter merely catches the amulets as they begin to burn.
Vante too, joins in the fray. Sprinting forward, his armor forms, floating and maintaining a few centimeters from his skin.
"Boo." Four spectral white orbs burst from the ground right below Vante's feet as he runs forward. As they impact him, his armor joins and attaches to his body, blocking the entire attack. A woman forms in front of Vante, tossing the same white orb in the air. It resembles the ghost-half Youmu always had following her.
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