Shattering Humanity-Chapter 336: Several Sources Of Sensable Seiõr

"I long for your salvation; I put my hope in your word.

My eyes grow weary looking for what you have promised; I ask, ’When will you comfort me?’

Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke, I do not forget your statutes.

How many days must your servant wait?

When will you execute judgment on my persecutors?

The arrogant have dug pits for me; they violate your instruction.

All your commands are true; people persecute me with lies—help me!

They almost ended my life on earth, but I did not abandon your precepts.

Give me life in accordance with your faithful love, and I will obey the decree you have spoken." -Psalm119:82-89

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[Erebus City Arcade]

Wilson: "What on God’s Earth are IceEyes?

Is that what you call Symb-eye-otes."

MamMon DæMon: "How quaint."

The old Norse witch, unentertained by the new title for the aliens that attach themselves to humans.

In her green nail painted hands, MamMon DæMon is finishing shaving down Lil’ Lævateinn’s thorns on the mythical weapon’s handle.

...

[Tomodachi Town Beach]

Char(thinking): *His IceEye is active!

So what’s his symbiote’s ability?

Is that the reason for why he just showed up out of nowhere?!

Shit, this dude could actually be dangerous, and just when I was gunna finally kiss a girl!*

After the realization of missing out on his opportunity, the threatened and standoffish purple aura, turns to a matching smokey grey as the unknown man.

Scylia’s little brother gets pissed off and steps closer to the edge of the wall.

Char: "Persephone, get behind me.

...

Persephone?!"

The young woman carefully and gingerly steps up to the same edge, only a yard to Char’s left.

Her pink eyes glued to the intimidating force approaching.

After remembering her training with MamMon, Persephone’s eyes close.

Char doesn’t understand what she is doing and clenches his teeth looking back and forth between the SunSword welding cowboy, and Persephone with her eyes shut.

Making his decision, Charybdis is about to step off the edge of the cement wall, to drop to the sand but his foot stops mid-air.

The young man’s right IceEye twitches as gusts of wind start to blow in from behind him, not the waters he’s facing.

Behind him and without seeing her, the calmness in Persephone’s voice is enough to send shivers down the human spine.

Persephone: "Charby, wait...

Let me give you some helpful buffs before you go to battle."

...

[Unknown Location]

Within a small room there is a single light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

Underneath the hot, slightly swaying light source, a heavily beaten man with medium length blonde hair, wearing a prison uniform is tied down to a chair, with a rag in his mouth and he is breathing barely through his blood clogged nose.

At a closer look, strapped to the arm rests, all his fingers are broken, and bruised. His right middle finger cut off.

Standing across from him is another cowboy.

However, it isn’t the same cowboy as the one in Tomodachi Town Beach with Charybdis and Persephone.

This tanned skinned cowboy is a humongous, mountain of a man.

He is so large in fact, his 10 gallon hat is a 20, and on the side of the top crown, a star with "JJ" patched on.

The huge man has three cigars lit to one side between his teeth and his head down.

He takes a step forward and the vibrations of the stomp can be felt by the tied up victim.

The beat up, confused, disoriented, and blindfolded man picks up his head. Knowing the giant is approaching from somewhere.

The cloth is spit out from his mouthand at first, it seems like this man is going to crack and beg for his life.

However, with a few missing teeth, and busted lips, the man smiles at whoever is in front of him.

When he speaks his voice is weak, but the cocky tone of a true soldier can’t be missed.

Blindfolded Man: "Keke...

Oh, is that you bunch of shivs again?...

Hehe.

You come back to get your anger out on me cuz the boss won’t let you suck off his knob, yea?...

Oi, I’m a little hungry...

Wanna feed me my other middle finger next? Put it with some corn beef, carrots, and cabbage..."

The mountain sized cowboy doesn’t respond and takes one of the cigars out of his mouth while the prisoner continues to showcase his unshakable and unbreakable spirit.

Blindfolded Man: "...Like I told you Pox before, ya might as well kill me...

Cuz as long as I’m in ’ere...

As long you keep roughin’ me up...

I don’t need to read a letter, or over hear one of you buggers talk...

Whenever ya arse lickers come in ’ere and leave without killin’ meh, is only giving me the message telling me my Lieutenant and the others got away safely..."

He chuckles and waits for a response.

Nothing happens.

Blindfolded Man: "Finally, after all that plannin’, my job was a success...

And now, you Gombeens ah stuck with tha’ job of torturing a masochist like me, hehe..."

The giant cowboy blows the smoke in the direction of the severely beaten hostage and it comes it contact with his face.

Blindfolded Man: "Blimey!

What the ’ell ’ave you been munching on?

Ya, own mother’s cahpet?!

Brush ya fookin teeth, mate.

Jesus Chr-!"

Before the shit talking captive can finish his remarks, the lit end to one of the scars presses against the bloody stub left of his middle finger.

Surprisingly, the tough and pain tolerant hostage doesn’t shout in pain, or beg for mercy.

In fact, more surprisingly, he keeps a straight face with the cigar cauterizing the wound and the smell of his own flesh hitting his nose.

The giant cowboy pulls the cigar away to reveal the charred nub of a middle finger to the hand and returns it to his teeth.

As he inhales, the lit cherried ends from the other two ignites the returned third.

After a few seconds, the blindfolded man snickers and returns to his completely over confident demeanor.

Blindfolded Man: "Now which one of you Dopes was that just now?

Because I know you can do beh-uh than that.

It wasn’t that really tall bloke, was it?

Ya know, the one that could fall ovah and already be halfway home?"

The tall bloke he is referring to exhales his three cigars worth of smoke angrily out his nostrils.

Blindfolded Man: "Oi, warden. If ya gunna put me through any more of this shellacking, can you atleast have a woman do it?

I’m not picky, either.

The sea may not have to give ’er a wave, but I’d ’ave a go if she’d let me.

...

Oh, you wagon men don’t know what the good stuff is.

I’m not saying I don’t respect you for our choices, but it’s just not how I particularly roll."

The bulbous nose of the giant cowboy twitches and finally having enough of the man’s bullshit, he pulls out his revolver.

The tip of the barrel only a centimeter away from the unsuspecting, blindfolded man’s forehead.

Blindfolded Man: *sigh* "Okay, ya caught me, I’ll strange wid the ballox and tackle too if I’m getting mine.

Doesn’t just close my eyes and pretend it’s one of them ’chicks with di-’."

As the prisoner’s last words would have been a weirdly timed homosexual confession, the cowboy’s sausage finger is just about to pull the trigger...however....

From the outside, a few muffled explosions go off, and the interrogation room shakes.

The lightly swaying bulb goes to a full swing and then goes out after a flicker.

In confusion the mountainous man pulls the barrel away from the hostage and looks around.

Coming in from the only available door to the small room, a fat man with a tiny cowboy hat on his head. The mini ten gallon hat is kept on by the string tied underneath the fat man’s chins.

Fat Man: "Cassidy!...

Cassidy!"

The frantic fatty has his mouth is open while breathing heavily. He leans on the door frame to catch his breath.

The large cowboy turns around without a word, waiting for the short and chunky man to get enough oxygen in his body to let out the information.

Even in the midst of being in danger the out of shape cowboy pulls out a soda can, cracks it open and drinks the entire beverage in one swig.

Signaling the soft drinks completion, the man lets out a *BUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!*

Even though the top half of his face is covered, the captive is impressed and nods his head in approval.

Blindfolded Man: *chuckles* "Nice one.

Nice one, lattie.

Yea. No. I’m sure you get all the muff at the pub wid tha one, yea?"

Ignoring the talkative captive, the Fat Man standing outside the room looks at his superior and points down the hallway.

Fat Man: "There’s a blonde woman in a black cloak in Hickok Square!"

The blindfolded man in the chair perks up and smiles.

Blindfolded Man: "Oi!

Really?!?

You’re mouth don’t make your arse jealous, do it boyo?

Is she gotta chest on ’er?

Go on, don’t ’old out on us, ya eejit."

Fat Man: "She’s destroying everything with some weird magic only the lawmen with symb-eye-otes can see!

Bullets don’t work on her!

She walks through fire!

Nobody can stop her, not even with their symb-eye-otes powers!

She’s a witch!"

Blindfolded Man: "Ohh God, you cute hoor!

I knew ya were up there, listening to my earlier request, and now ’e brought me a angel, I thank ye....

Thank...ye...."

The captured and beaten man now sobs...happily as another explosion goes off. This time, the building they are currently in is damaged and the fat man with the tiny cowboy hat jumps into the room to avoid to debris and smoke cloud moving quickly down the hall.

Now with a hole in the building, the sirens, men yelling, and two more explosions outside.

The commotion can be heard more clearly and the battered, blindfolded hostage is smiling at only what he can hear and the shaking of the building under his barefeet.

Blindfolded Man: "Keke...Those bastards done and found some high quality reinforcements now, did they?

Ohh, that’s too terrible news fer you and yer maties, eh ’Shit Toungue’?"

[Faithful Friends Firehouse Field]

While Katsu is doing his home run trot, Saku makes his way to the mound.

Itsuka is once again upset with herself and her performance that led to the game not ending with that last out.

Saku: "Aye, don’t worry about it.

You’ve been great out here all day, we got one more at bat and at worst, they can only score once more with Shelly.

But hey..."

Itsuka lifts up her chin and sees her smiling captain.

He puts a hand on the blushing young woman’s shoulder.

Saku: "Whatever happens, I’m proud of your effort today."

He turns back and jogs to his position.

Itsuka focuses on only Saku and thinks to herself.

Itsuka(thinking): *Saku, why...?

...

...

Why do I have such a strong craving for you to love me back?*

Snapping her out of her thoughts, shouting from third base...

Laban DaeMon: "Aye, Amazonian!"

The vulnerable Itsuka turns to look at her love rival.

The DaeMon seems to be in pain while forcing herself to give encouragement to her enemy.

Laban DaeMon: "You...got this..."

Itsuka relaxes and raises an eyebrow with a smile.

Itsuka: "Are you okay over there?

It sounded like just trying to get those words out took 10 years off of your life."

The third basewoman exhales before turning up her nose.

Laban DaeMon: "Don’t flatter yourself. Skalmönd has been trying harding against me all day.

Once again, I’m just choosing the worst of two evils."

Saku: "Okay guys!

Two outs!

Plays at first!

Batter up!"

Everyone gets ready and into position.

Shelly steps up to the plate with the bat in her hands.

Before stepping into the batter’s box, the top athlete looks over at Laban.

The ex-Don gives her the finger, but ultimately keeps her mouth shut. Shelly smiles and steps into the box.

She digs a smile hole to place and stabilize her back foot. Once satisfied, the 1.000 batting average hitter puts the bat on her shoulder, awaiting the pitch.

In his dugout, Katsu is back in the shadows behind everyone focused on the close game.

His green human eye glows in the shadows and his Anjell Eye actives to 2nd Stage, with it’s Yang aura.

Katsu(thinking): *A tie...

In the world of sports, a tie is the worse outcome to a matchup. Even more humiliating than a loss.

Athletics aside, being better, or worse than the competition is the scale all humans live by.

Being told both sides are equals, after so much effort to be better...*

Itsuka nods and starts her wind up pitch.

Her looong leg rises high and slices the air slamming it back down...but that’s where the motion ends. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Katsu’s Anjell Eye deactivates and returns to it’s base-kit.

Itsuka still has the baseball in her grasp.

In the dugout, both Drakania and Aiden look confused.

On the field, Sol is equally confused as she looks around and sees her friends looking shocked and frozen stiff.

She looks over at the shook Jormungand playing shortstop.

Sol: "Uhhh, what’s going on?"

Back in the dugout, Scylia is looking North with a look of horror on her face.

Scylia: "That’s the direction of the beach...that’s where Charybdis said he was going to hang out with his girlfriend..."

At home plate, Shelly gets out of her stance and she has a serious look on her face as she looks behind her, to the South.

She is stuck, staring off into the distance.

Saku doesn’t get up from his crouch, and talks to Shelly from his squatting position.

Saku: "Laban told us earlier, since we’ve been in the presence of extreme Seiõr, we can sense whenever a large enough of the energy is being released..."

Shelly: "I had assimilated that sense last night after trying to find you, but that was only you.

Now there are two sources releasing extreme amounts of Seiõr into the world, and they’re coming from completely opposite directions..."