Shattering Humanity-Chapter 457: Takamagahara Vs. Vegetius: The Decisive Battle Between Trusted Special Team Units Part 1
’Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You turn people back to dust, saying, "Return to dust, you mortals."
A thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—they are like the new grass of the morning: In the morning it springs up new, but by evening it is dry and withered.
We are consumed by your anger and terrified by your indignation.
You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.
All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.
Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
If only we knew the power of your anger!
Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due. Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.’ -Psalms 90:1-12
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Nozomi: "Left jab!
Left jab!
Right hook!
Dodge!"
*PAP!*
[Five Years Before Leviathan’s Invasion]
Within the housing residence above Itsuka’s family pet shop is the teenager and her mother’s weight room.
With a pair of MMA gloves on her hands, and in her workout uniform on, Itsuka rubs her cheek.
In matching physical attire, Itsuka’s well fit mother has a punching pad across her wrist.
Nozomi: "Ducking isn’t the only way to weave, kiddo."
The sweating workout partner braces herself and stares intensely at her daughter’s passed down purple eyes.
15 year old Itsuka puts her fists back up and locks in on her target.
Nozomi: "Again!
Left!
Right!
Dodge!"
As if learning from her mistakes, Itsuka weaves and leans backwards, avoiding her mother’s sparring swipe.
...
[Current Day]
{Demon District}
As SeiõrSnow continues to fall around the abandoned suburban neighborhood, littered with meteor damage, are the sounds of missing punches and kicks split the wind.
Two SoulSeiõrShield covered humans are fighting in the front yard to a home with a quarter of it flattened by a giant Iceman having stepped on it.
Dodging the enraged attacks of her enemy, Itsuka can hear the voice of her mother as she bobs and weaves.
Her 2nd Stage symbiote no longer has a hostile grey aura, but now a blue tone of pity.
Nozomi’s Voice: "Always stay moving, Itsuka.
Especially if you’re on the defensive in a fight."
Itsuka backflips and hand springs over the home’s parked car in the driveway, but as she lands, the same car is flipped/thrown at her.
She sucks underneath, but to her chagrin, she catches a direct knee to her tattooed temple.
The force behind the landing knee sends her flying into the home next door through a window.
Watching the event, MamMon is enjoying the spectacle.
MamMon DæMon: "The only way dazzling displays of art can be created is with passion."
Watching a wincing Itsuka exit the hole in the home her launched body created, the instigating DæMon chuckles at the fair skinned fighter.
MamMon DæMon: "So if the original Skalmönd needed to use a SeiõrSpell to establish a respectable reincarnation, plus protecting the Völva from my sisters and I..."
Fully recovered Itsuka hops down to her opponent’s level and watches the desperate Seiõr covered soldier walk towards her with disregard to peace.
MamMon DæMon: "...Show me how Ioûnn’s own witch hubris eventually birthed a different form of a reincarnation."
Itsuka’s crystal purple SoulSeiõrShield stares down her opponent with the only purple eye remaining from her mother.
Nozomi’s Voice: "If you’re sparring with a friend or having a coordinated fight, always go all out.
Don’t quit until the final bell.
Don’t stop until the last whistle.
And never, EVER, request for a rest..."
Vegetius charges for his target and Itsuka uses the house behind her to dodge and jump over the humongous teenager. The whiffed punch goes through the vinyl siding and wood of the home.
Itsuka lands on both her military boot covered feet and twists around to face the man she doesn’t know the name or full face of.
Nozomi’s Voice: "But if it’s a stranger..."
Itsuka: "Please!
If you’re a soldier, you know what war is!
The girl who left your leader alive!
She might’ve killed all those soldiers only because the childhood friend, she hasn’t confessed her love to, was in trouble!
We don’t have to result to this!"
Pulling his arm back, now holding one of the house’s metal pipes, covering it with his personal magical energy.
Nozomi’s Voice: "But if it’s a stranger, or somebody with desperation of pride, Itsuka...
You better try everything possible to de-escalate the situation before resulting to physical violence."
Itsuka is unperturbed while face to face with the grown, muscular soldier in full Seiõr and bullproof shielding, gripping a metal pipe. She bravely continues attempting to persuade the conflict before she starts to fight back.
Itsuka: "I know you’re hurt, but don’t let that evil woman talk you into violence!
We don’t know each other, and I don’t even know your name! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Please, I want to defuse this not just so she doesn’t win, but also to help one another."
With no answer, the teary eyed warrior swings the metal pipe and Itsuka nearly dodges each battery attempt.
After having trained against one of the most promising fighters left in the world in Shelly, Itsuka easily side steps and avoids being bashed over the skull by the hostile force.
Each swing accompanied by an equally desperate grunt from the soldier showing his immature age in plain sight.
The sloppy tactics give Itsuka an opening to dodge and then push the young man’s shoulder into a wooden mailbox, knocking him down with it.
Itsuka: "You’re exerting too much of your stored SoulSeiõr.
I’m sure you’ve been trained by someone stronger than myself, but if you aren’t fighting with the same compassion they taught, your training might as well be all for nothing!"
To get a better view, MamMon is changing rooftops as the fight progresses.
Now sitting on the very edge of the home the two fighters helped damage, she speaks for the man under her influence.
MamMon DæMon: "It’s no use, spawn of Ioûnn.
He’s made up his mind to trust me, and I’d say he’s correct for doing so."
Vegetius staggers back to his feet, pipe still gripped, and SoulSeiõrShield less prominent than the initial start.
MamMon DæMon: "This valiant warrior here is proof my younger sister is wrong.
Man or woman, persistence for passion is unisex.
After battling with your futile, fused friends, he’s using everything he has left in his system to get over the final bump.
Just like Skalmönd and the Sheriff had in their unique skirmish."
Now with a bit more coordination, the offensive Vegetius swipes and slashes, aimed not only for Itsuka’s platinum haired head, but for her knees, and arms.
The skilled woman warrior carefully maneuvering through a separate yard’s gardening to avoid tripping.
However, her heel hits a stone border to the manicured landscape, surprisingly stopping her and giving the attacker an opening.
Unfortunately for him his metal weapon makes contact with Itsuka’s currently unmatched abdominals.
Without any damage taken, the physically blessed woman, both athletically and beautifully, takes the opportunity to grab them man’s wrist... tightly.
Adamant towards continuing the fight, Vegetius uses his free hands to swing, but it is also caught by the bad ass Takamagahara member’s free hand.
In a last ditch effort, the frantic soldier violently thrashes his head forward, connecting foreheads with his equally tough female foe.
The initial connection dazes Vegetius but as his mulit-vision straightens out, he can clearly see Itsuka’s purple human eye and symbiote IceEye staring directly through him.
Itsuka: "Okay, I tried..."
With the hand still gripping his pipe wielding wrist, Itsuka’s blue nail painted hand let’s go and delivers a devastating upper cut.
Then using her monsterly strong midsection,
Itsuka hip tosses Vegetius, HARD.
The strength of her technique is enough to indent the grass her victim lands on and Vegetius is struggling to stand back up. His SoulSeiõrShield flickers.
With Itsuka’s back turned to the DæMon, MamMon gives her two cents on the situation.
MamMon DæMon: "Poor boy.
Even though he is one of the very few men who have been mutually acknowledged by Seiõr, he still has quite a bit to learn.
Same as yourself, child of Ioûnn."
Itsuka glares over her right shoulder with her still activated IceEye at the DæMon. Immediately, the aura of pity shifts back to grey.
With her usual confident smirk, Laban’s greedy older sister is unafraid of the tone shift.
MamMon DæMon: "Go ahead, prove me wrong."
Having had her left palm hidden out of sight from the blonde woman above, Itsuka lifts the hand covered in ScourgingSoulSeiõr and fires a matching colored ball of energy.
It makes contact with the powerful woman and it explodes around her in a cloud of dark smoke.
Aggressively grimacing Itsuka fires off five more shots towards the same spot.
Shingles, wooden splinters, and bits of metal fly off of the unfortunate two floor home.
As the smoke clears, Itsuka’s hand becomes less enflamed and the SoulSeiõr becomes more calming, mist like. Her IceEye however, stays the same grey.
From the settling debris and dust, the silhouette of MamMon floating in the same spot she were standing on, covered in her gold on gold SanguineSoulSeiõrShield.
An eyebrow raised in curiosity, but the same grin aimed at her assailant using SeiõrShots, away from the umbrella of Zoram’s SeiõrStar.
MamMon DæMon: "My, my, myyy!
If you’re able to conjure techniques that I originally created, then I just may have underestimated you!
Why didn’t you use that technique on your outclassed opponent down there?
Do you have any more tricks up your naturally born sleeves, spirit of Ioûnn?"
Growling through clenched teeth, Itsuka is irritated by the apparent disregard of her thoughts to be dangerous attacks.
Itsuka: "Keep my mom’s name out of your mouth..."
Floating over to the undamaged side of the roof, the formidable female deactivates her SanguineSoulSeiõrShield and stands confidently.
MamMon DæMon: "And you, dear girl, should keep your symbiotic eyes on your actual foe."
Itsuka turns around. The sight her and the IceEye see shifts the alien eye’s aura to a pitiful blue.
The same pitiful blue aura, that has replaced his SoulSeiõrShield, and now covers the Seiõr pitied, white eyed, Vegetius.
The angrily unconscious soldier having recovered the dropped SunSword in Itsuka’s SeiõrShot barrage.
