Shattering Humanity-Chapter 150: The Most Effective Way To Explain Seiõr
MamMon DæMon: "...Thanks to you and I, Erinyes Nephilim, the people of those mountains have been liberated and I have promised them all, THIS CITY, as the first step towards regaining freedom."
Nephilim: "Wait...how did you?-"
Holding her hand with golden painted nails to her smiling mouth, she chuckles.
MamMon DæMon(chuckles): "Basic bribery and espionage, ’Neffy’. Oh...aannnd with the intermediate knowledge of Seiõr, haha!"
Everyone is completely and comedically confused with •__• faces.
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From the back, behind Nephilim, Bethany slowly raises her hand.
Bethany: "...Wazzat?"
MamMon DæMon bursts into laughter and even falls to her knees. While the confused group watches her, the comedic expressions soon turn to fear as a small tremor is felt.
The sound of her DæMon laughter, echoing in the night, attracts two smaller Icemen and from the parking lot of the large public park, a giant Icemen, but a 10 ft(3.5m) version, kicks an abandoned car but it doesn’t go far, just barely turning it over. Even though she also felt the small trembling from each approaching step, the DæMon calmly wipes a laughing tear away.
Nephilim: "Silpheed! Start the-!"
Mammon DæMon: "There will be no need, Neffy!"
The students get to the helicopter, Silpheed and Nephilim stand there, interested. From the open side of the aircraft, Tristan yells out to his leader.
Tristan: "General Nephilim!? What are you doing?! She set us up and is obviously crazy, let’s get out of here!"
The two smaller Icemen charge towards the cursed DæMon.
MamMon DæMon: "Watch your tongue boy! I hope you understand I know what means the absolute most to you in this life.If you act out of line, I can’t guarantee your sweet little family’s safety! Now, let me explain to you all what Seiõr is, the most effective way possible."
Tristan grits his teeth and turns around.He focuses on Bethany’s SunSword and he lunges across the helicopter cabin.
Bethany: "H-Wh- Tristan?!"The Squad 1 Student Captain, unsheathes Bethany’s glowing SunSword from her hip and hops out.
Bethany hops out too but doesn’t pursue him. Jay pops his torso out but stays inside.
Jay: "There’s the ’G.O.A.T. Beast’ mentality I know too well. If there’s one thing that gets my boy, Triss, fired up, it’s talkin’ about his gorgeous lifetime love and her sisters. I found that out the hard way, Day 1 in the Academy. After a couple sparring wins on randoms, I was feeling cocky. Since I have no recollection of my previous life pre-apocalypse, I thought I might have been some kind of skilled fighter since I was winning easily. I made the mistake of looking at Tristan, carefully training with his girl, and I approached them."
Tristan sprints past MamMon DæMon, she smiles, and he runs towards the two small aliens.
Jay: "I tried hitting on his future wife, acting like he wasn’t even there. He didn’t get irrationally aggressive, or swing on me while I was trying to steal his girl. He just stood there confident, knowing nothing I could say or do would make her lose her love in him. It wasn’t until I went to touch her. That was when Tristan grabbed my wrist. When I went to act tough, and ask him ’who he thought he was’, I saw ’a look’ in his eye. A look that triggered my ’fight or flight’ response and I instinctively swung on him first."
Bethany gives Jay an annoyed look.
Bethany: "I hope you know, I didn’t need you for clarification on Tritty’s strength. I’ve seen the extremely enticing side of him you are describing.Let me guess, this story ends up with you waking up with him there to apologize?"
Jay sweats a little bit and scratches his temple.
Jay: "Well, not exactly, Stephanie was the one who was there when I humbly woke up in the Academy infirmary. Tristan had gone to get us all food. When he came back, we all talked it over and I realized their love is something only told in stories. That loss made me take Combat Training more seriously, and I ended up just outside of the top rankings for the Academy’s ’Beasts’. All the scouts and training officers know about his ’crown family’ and allowed Triss to use training classes as a way to teach his own woman, self defense. What teacher wouldn’t? If it wasn’t for that simple fact, I have no doubt he would’ve been given an ’Academy Beast’ title."
Tristan approaches both of the ice aliens and with the blazing hot steel, he swings and watches as the Iceman actually dodges the hot steel.
It catches everyone watching, except the DæMon, by surprise. The second Iceman swings its arm horizontally, and Tristan limbo bends backwards underneath the 5 knife-like appendages. He swings the flaming sword upwards, cutting off the Iceman’s hand, and in the same motion, into a back hand spring, creating distance while barely dodging the first enemy alien’s retaliation attempt at his legs.
The cloaked DæMon reveals a large dagger, the same dagger Skalmönd was using in her toothed grip to fight her silhouetted enemies. The runes symbols perfectly engraved on one side of the blade reads ’Loki’ in Old Norse runes.
On the other side of the blade, a less perfectly done engraving, but a still carefully done etching, reads "Lævateinn". But the ’L’ has had a knife crudely taken to it and has been formed into a Large ’H’ to make the name read as "Hævateinn".
The thorns on the grip, that the previous Valkyrie owner was willingly taking damage from in a fight for her life, have been shaved down for a smooth grip.
Nephilim and Jay look at the unconcealed weapon. To them, within the DæMon’s hand, the dagger transforms into a wand, then a staff, then into a whip, then it is a morning star, then a gun. The weapon to them keeps shifting forms. As they keep their focus on it, they both feel like they were just spun around, extremely dizzy.
The General and the surviving exile look away to regain composure, while Silpheed and Bethany are unwavering from the mysterious weapon that stays a dagger in their eyes, as it begins forming a bright orange ball of energy at the dull tip. Almost like a ball of magma.
Tristan is still participating in the fight and he charges at the two smaller Icemen with the ’giant’ Iceman also quickly approaching, about a whole football field away.
The Iceman with a missing hand stays back as the other engages in the fight. It swipes at the human but Tristan skillfully avoids all the dangerous attacks. He weaves a jab aimed at his face and throws a fist that connects with the alien’s forehead. The human is unfazed by the punch to solid ice, as if he just punched a soft fleshy human instead.
The Iceman is caught off guard by the unorthodox counter and remembers, too late, about Tristan.
The young family man throws one more haymaker and then spins with an orange ring surrounding him.
The SunSword cuts the aliens head off in one quick slice and the alien falls in front of its partner. From the other small Iceman’s PoV, Tristan with a Below Sanpaku, EyeEngages with the alien.The 10 footer is now only 50 yards away.
A familiar red aura leaks out from both the neck of the severed head and the torso of the deceased monster. The two separate streams congregate into a single red cloud and it floats out of sight, up in the sky.
The energy ball formed at the tip of MamMon DæMon’s weapon is now the size of her head and she points it directly at the 10 foot Iceman.
MamMon DæMon: "If I were you young man, I’d cut your losses and get out of the way. Or you won’t live to see your precious family again."
Tristan looks at his barely glowing SunSword and back at his alien opponent. He runs at the Iceman while the injured creature hasn’t fully regrown its hand. It swipes at him in desperation with the one hand but Tristan dodges and hits the side of its head with the butt of his sword.
MamMon DæMon: "5....4....3..."
Tristan spins and swings the now cold blade, it hits the back of the smaller Iceman’s head, making it bend forwards.
MamMon DæMon: "...2...1..."
Tristan quickly backs up. With a short running start, Tristan slides underneath the hunched over alien, and with his back on the ground he does a laying down drop kick upwards, sending the small Iceman airborne, at least... 10 feet.
The single shot of molten Seiõr, shoots out like a bullet from the tip of MamMon’s weapon. With the trajectory heading right for the forehead of the blind giant, the airborne variant, Tristan had sent flying, gets hit perfectly in the neck, making the headless body spin and the ball of energy collaterals through the 10 foot Iceman’s forehead making the being stop in its tracks.
From the hole in the head of the semi-giant Iceman, cracks begin to spread all over its body until it shatters into millions of pieces and blends in with the SeiõrSnow. The red clouds from the last two enemies float into the night sky and out of sight.
The energy ball doesn’t stop after the double kill.It continues soaring, until it lands in the middle of the giant playground that was once home to the happiness from dozens of children playing on it, only 5 years prior.
As soon as the ’SeiorShot’ hits the first piece of rubber mulch, the entire playground in the short distance, explodes.
Tristan watches the explosion while on his ass, sitting in the lightly SeiõrSnow covered grass, completely amazed by the display of Seiõr’s potential power.
The sound wave from the explosion moves quickly and carries a decent amount of heat with it, that it blows all the accumulated SeiõrSnow away from Tristan and just for a brief moment, the SeiõrSnow stops falling from the sky but immediately starts back up again.
Everyone else watches from a further distance way, they can physically see the approaching sound wave, affecting the moisture in the air as it passes and they all feel the cosmic energy being dispersed back into the surrounding universe around them.
MamMon DæMon takes a deep breath and wipes her forehead, looking up at the bright full moon in the sky with a smile.
MamMon DæMon: "I hope I’m doing right by you, Vessel of Yin. When will you come to visit me? I want to know how it feels to give someone, MY everything."
