’Lets see...should info and assist darling’s kaijin in their fight, or should I go for the big and obvious targets floating in the sky...wait...I think I can achieve both.’
...
[Well, color surprised. I figured that after that big show you made when we arrived, that you’d be laying waste to this city left and right. Feel guilty about killing civilians or sothing?]
[In a sense...I’m actually waiting.]
[Oh?]
High above the chaotic battles spreading across Undertow, two mbers of the Fallen Clan’s Grafted warriors, Gao Dau and Prince Alain, were floating midair with their gazes trained on the rioting populace below.
At this point in ti, the Zhen Clan soldiers had miraculously appeared and had begun to engage with the Fallen warriors. However, neither of the Grafted had made any moves to intervene.
After all, it would be unsporting for them to exercise their capabilities on their lessers.
[Those strange warriors that the others are fighting, those are true kaijin right? Like Buzza?,] Alain asked while idly cleaning one of his wings.
[Indeed,] Gao Dau confird, now getting a clear picture of what Alain was aiming to do.
[I don’t want to waste my ti killing rabble or fighting those artificial fighters then. If I’m going to be fighting anyone in this war, I want to fight this so-called "walking apocalypse". I don’t know who this Kaijin Lord maybe, but I do know they’ll eventually have to make an appearance. And when they do...well, I wonder if they’ll be strong enough to keep the title of Kaijin Lord.]
[Really now?]
[Yes.]
Gao Dau couldn’t help but be amused at the bravado of his younger compatriot.
re days ago, he wasn’t even able to perform the most basic of aether enhancents. But now, with a pair of wings from so ancient monstrosity of ages past, the boy thought himself worthy of becoming the next Kaijin Lord. It was almost laughable.
Then again, up until a few days ago, Gao Dau couldn’t get rember how to brush his teeth, so he couldn’t judge too hard.
But he was soone who knew the stories of the Storm Queen by heart, and knew that if this current Kaijin Lord had even a fraction of her power, then they would all be in for a world of trouble.
That stated, the duo had more pressing concerns to worry about than so speculative kaijin lord.
For example, there was the fact that while they were floating in the air like a pair of targets, sobody had the bright idea to launch an attack at them.
[Cyclone Dragon Strike!]
[Uh oh.]
[h, we can just-wait a minute, that’s dragon force!]
[Dodge!]
An attack that ca in the form of a giant feathered serpent made of whirling cyclones that forced the two Grafted warriors to dodge as opposed to blocking it.
Buzza had already thoroughly warned them about the dangers of Dragon Force and the effect it would have on their bodies, and they didn’t want to risk it.
As the two Grafted Warriors corrected themselves in the air after avoiding the attack, the source of it has arrived to audibly click her tongue in disappointnt.
[No way...]
[It can’t be...]
Floating several feet away from the Grafted warriors was a dark skinned woman with flowing black hair, a fierce pair of golden eyes and a pair of dragon horns popping out of her head. In her hand was a sword with five distinctly colored jewels in the hilt, and a whole fuckton of dragon force radiating from the damn thing like heat from a torch.
It took all of two seconds for the two Grafted warriors to recognize the seal of the Pearl Scale Emperor being emblazoned on the woman’s clothes, and another three to put together that this woman was definitely a descendant of the Pearl Scale Emperor.
...
Wait a goddamn minute.
Alain interjected before Jinju Ren could finish introducing herself.
Jinju Ren asked while pointing her sword at Gao Dau. In fairness, the man had a face that would suggest he was not above using cheap tactics.
At this statent, Gao Dau looked at Alain in disbelief.
Alain capitulated.
Gao Dau added, having now realized that she had called them that na earlier.
From their inside sources and spies, both Alain and Gao Dau knew that the Zhen Clan hadn’t arrived here with any Imperial royals due to the deep seated grudge ingrained in Undertow’s people.
So the fact that a literal direct descendant of the man responsible for this grudge had shown up was confusing as all hell.
(Un)fortunately, Jinju Ren was the type who didn’t mind sharing such details.
At this sudden chain of bombshells, both Alain and Gao Dau couldn’t help but beco absolutely flabbergasted.
This girl had just confird that the Kaijin Lord was real, was active and was definitely a mber of the Zhen Clan.
And that for reasons neither could comprehend, he had sohow beca engaged with the daughter of one of his predecessor’s forr enemies.
What the fuck?!
However, once this initial shock had worn off, a new question had popped into their heads.
Jinju Ren agreed.
And with that clear threat made, Jinju Ren imdiately sped forward with her sword wreathed in lighting and ready to jam it into Alain’s chest.
[Shit!]
[Thunderscale Otter Thrust!]
...At the exact sa ti as the above occurring...
[Oh no you-]
SPROING!
[Wait a minute, what the fuck?]
Before Gao Dau could get involved and turn the fight into a two-on-one in their favor, an unexpected third party had gotten itself involved.
A large tallic hand attached to a long tal spring had suddenly latched itself to his right ankle.
It took him all of a second to notice that the hand belonged to an aether puppet, and was just about to smash the limb into pieces with a wave of his hand and a small bit of aether. However, two things happened that basically made that action pointless.
First, the aether he used had suddenly disappeared the mont it made contact with the hand, an indication that this hand was loaded with [Chaos].
Second, before he could readjust and use [Chaos] instead, the spring attached to the hand had retracted at breakneck speeds and slamd him into the ground, kicking up a massive dust cloud and leaving a him-shaped crater in the ground.
Needless to say, Gao Dau didn’t appreciate the sneak attack, since that was his departnt.
Physically, he was fine.
Emotionally, he was very angry.
[Alright, you little shit! Who dares to attack the Torture Elder of the Fall-eh?]
Standing before him in boxer pose was an acrobatic clown-like puppet with springs for arms and legs.
At first, he thought he was dealing with a literal joke, but then he sensed the [Chaos] coming off of it.
Then he realized it was a funny joke.
[Oh, so you’re one of those so-called "proto-kaijin" that Buzza ntioned before,] Gao Dau comnted in a knowing tone after looking the clown up and down. [He ntioned that you lot tended to be more muscles than brains and have little to no sense of identity. Taking you down would be like strangling an infant.]
[Well, this infant is going to choke you first, bitch. The na’s Spring Brawler, and I’m a proto by choice.]
[Amusing...]
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