12-20-2006, 02:31 AM
Leaving the remnants of Kerry's attempted stall for dead, the majin leapt through the chaos of battle as he followed their reformed unit across the torn field. The dark-haired white-lighter, their new temporary leader, had briefly taken command. Seventeen had disappeared mere minutes ago in a flash of glowing, dove-white orbs. Needing medical attention, the android had whisked himself inside. Teleported, Buu perceived dimly. The android knew, like he did, that they needed every elite fighter they had working at 100%.
They all knew that, of course. They all knew they were in a bad position as they charged the gates, screaming and using the shattered rubble for cover as Dante's new defenders blocked the gate, spraying a withering hail of bullets out from the yawning entrance of the fortress. They knew that they were likely going to die as they returned with their own volleys, blindly firing from their cover in an attempt to pin down the invaders.
But it didn't matter to them, and for once Kid Buu agreed. This game, this contest, whatever the result was, they wanted to say in the end that they did their best. But as they reloaded their guns for what felt like the last time, Kid Buu felt a fresh resurgence of power tingle in his limbs.
No; it wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot. As long as he could still breathe - no, wait. He didn't do that anyway.
Fine. As long as he could still swing his fists, then, these Dante bastards weren't going to have his fortress, even if he had to tear it down around their ears!
"Buu!"
Paige's call echoed above the torrent of artillery fire that bellowed out from within. "You've got to break that line! We'll be torn apart before we get inside at this rate!"
The majin nodded and, without a moment of pause, sank his pink fist through the reinforced wall that separated the inside and outside of the fort. His flexible arm extended, pouring from the hole like a snake emerging from its den. His stubby fingers struck out and greedily snatched onto a surprised hostile. His puttalin body twisted, flexible limb wrapping around the foe's head like a constricting noose. The majin lifted him up, relentlessly lifting, choking him, before beginning to thrash his captive around wildly. The man screamed as Buu smashed him into his comrades, crunches of bone echoing from the impacts in dry sounding snaps.
The commotion was complete and utter, soldiers scrambling to avoid the devastating path of their hapless teammate, scrambling over their makeshift barriers. The break in the action was all the adrenaline-pumped Outcasts really needed, and with a scream that shattered the heavens the soldiers charged the suddenly disoriented Dante troops, cutting them down with a deadly spray of bullets and ki, trapping Dante between death by bullet or by braining.
The child retracted his arm as he finally felt the body in his hand turn into nothing but limp jelly, and he let the spent figure drop like a ragged doll to the ground. But he wasn't done yet. He tensed, roaring in childish fury before smashing through the debilitated wall like some insane mockery of the Kool-Aid Man, all smiles and with a new drink fresh off the menu: Diet Death.
"You play with Buu!" The puttalin child screamed, plowing headfirst into the very first blue-coated soldier that he saw, sending him flying into the distance. He then quickly fended off a relatively-experienced blow from one of the enemy's special forces units, one that might have hurt him had Buu not been twenty mother-fucking times stronger. Too bad for the dude, he thought. With an insane grin on his rubbery lips, the majin leaped into the air and swung out his foot, smashing in the skull of his attacker and sending him stumbling back, twitching, into the dissolving Dante defensive line that was now full of Outcast soldiers, knives glinting with bloody tints as they sank themselves into snipers.
A loud cheer went up as they continued the fight, a tremendous shout that rocked through every soul, that bolstered them like a rising tide. They had the momentum now.
They were the Outcasts. Neglected for so long, they had found a home. And they would defend it.
The child screamed as his short fingers tensed, a look of focused concentration playing across his ill-defined face, revealed in shifting shadows as pinpoints of light began to amass in each hand. Three in all, they swelled greater and greater, bursting into fuller prominence in sharp pops, filling the air with the hum of swelling, raw magical power and the crimson light of his energy.
With a deafening howl that rattled the walls of the fortress down to their foundations, Kid Buu hurled the three immense Reaper Bombs into the air. The child's fingers twisted, hooked, each hand engaged in a bewildering dance with each other as the balls swayed in matching arcs and torques. As if in slow motion, the orbs began their descent, picking up speed as they flew with deadly percision downward. Faster, faster, ever faster, the child's eyes narrowed, glinting with anticipation...!
The bombs impacted dead center, plunging into the group of enemy artillery in the distance.
All sound suddenly stopped as the blasts, for a merest fraction of a second, swelled, reinforcing one another as they reached a critical mass.
And then, just like that, they popped.
The explosion was beyond describing, beyond words. An entire section of the second floor was there; and then in the next moment, gone. There was no flying rubble, only a swiftly expanding wall of concussive force that ripped apart the village, turning sturdy walls into splinters. There was a great yawning sound of expended energy as the radiant pink spheres merged into one, crackling with the majin's electricty, lighting the entire battlefield in a bloody radiance before fading
Silence, and then, from somwhere in the distance, a single scream.
"THIS BUU'S HOUSE!"
They all knew that, of course. They all knew they were in a bad position as they charged the gates, screaming and using the shattered rubble for cover as Dante's new defenders blocked the gate, spraying a withering hail of bullets out from the yawning entrance of the fortress. They knew that they were likely going to die as they returned with their own volleys, blindly firing from their cover in an attempt to pin down the invaders.
But it didn't matter to them, and for once Kid Buu agreed. This game, this contest, whatever the result was, they wanted to say in the end that they did their best. But as they reloaded their guns for what felt like the last time, Kid Buu felt a fresh resurgence of power tingle in his limbs.
No; it wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot. As long as he could still breathe - no, wait. He didn't do that anyway.
Fine. As long as he could still swing his fists, then, these Dante bastards weren't going to have his fortress, even if he had to tear it down around their ears!
"Buu!"
Paige's call echoed above the torrent of artillery fire that bellowed out from within. "You've got to break that line! We'll be torn apart before we get inside at this rate!"
The majin nodded and, without a moment of pause, sank his pink fist through the reinforced wall that separated the inside and outside of the fort. His flexible arm extended, pouring from the hole like a snake emerging from its den. His stubby fingers struck out and greedily snatched onto a surprised hostile. His puttalin body twisted, flexible limb wrapping around the foe's head like a constricting noose. The majin lifted him up, relentlessly lifting, choking him, before beginning to thrash his captive around wildly. The man screamed as Buu smashed him into his comrades, crunches of bone echoing from the impacts in dry sounding snaps.
The commotion was complete and utter, soldiers scrambling to avoid the devastating path of their hapless teammate, scrambling over their makeshift barriers. The break in the action was all the adrenaline-pumped Outcasts really needed, and with a scream that shattered the heavens the soldiers charged the suddenly disoriented Dante troops, cutting them down with a deadly spray of bullets and ki, trapping Dante between death by bullet or by braining.
The child retracted his arm as he finally felt the body in his hand turn into nothing but limp jelly, and he let the spent figure drop like a ragged doll to the ground. But he wasn't done yet. He tensed, roaring in childish fury before smashing through the debilitated wall like some insane mockery of the Kool-Aid Man, all smiles and with a new drink fresh off the menu: Diet Death.
"You play with Buu!" The puttalin child screamed, plowing headfirst into the very first blue-coated soldier that he saw, sending him flying into the distance. He then quickly fended off a relatively-experienced blow from one of the enemy's special forces units, one that might have hurt him had Buu not been twenty mother-fucking times stronger. Too bad for the dude, he thought. With an insane grin on his rubbery lips, the majin leaped into the air and swung out his foot, smashing in the skull of his attacker and sending him stumbling back, twitching, into the dissolving Dante defensive line that was now full of Outcast soldiers, knives glinting with bloody tints as they sank themselves into snipers.
A loud cheer went up as they continued the fight, a tremendous shout that rocked through every soul, that bolstered them like a rising tide. They had the momentum now.
They were the Outcasts. Neglected for so long, they had found a home. And they would defend it.
The child screamed as his short fingers tensed, a look of focused concentration playing across his ill-defined face, revealed in shifting shadows as pinpoints of light began to amass in each hand. Three in all, they swelled greater and greater, bursting into fuller prominence in sharp pops, filling the air with the hum of swelling, raw magical power and the crimson light of his energy.
With a deafening howl that rattled the walls of the fortress down to their foundations, Kid Buu hurled the three immense Reaper Bombs into the air. The child's fingers twisted, hooked, each hand engaged in a bewildering dance with each other as the balls swayed in matching arcs and torques. As if in slow motion, the orbs began their descent, picking up speed as they flew with deadly percision downward. Faster, faster, ever faster, the child's eyes narrowed, glinting with anticipation...!
The bombs impacted dead center, plunging into the group of enemy artillery in the distance.
All sound suddenly stopped as the blasts, for a merest fraction of a second, swelled, reinforcing one another as they reached a critical mass.
And then, just like that, they popped.
The explosion was beyond describing, beyond words. An entire section of the second floor was there; and then in the next moment, gone. There was no flying rubble, only a swiftly expanding wall of concussive force that ripped apart the village, turning sturdy walls into splinters. There was a great yawning sound of expended energy as the radiant pink spheres merged into one, crackling with the majin's electricty, lighting the entire battlefield in a bloody radiance before fading
Silence, and then, from somwhere in the distance, a single scream.
"THIS BUU'S HOUSE!"
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