>>6183256https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae2yF-gXK6w&t=2s“I will be the one to crush you! With my own hands!” she declares, curling her left hand around her right, then drawing her blade forth from out of her own palm. You sense her energy changing, then with a swing draws forth a familiar-looking scythe of ki, the same one Meloka Black used against you. Holding the weapon aloft, looking at it, she then levels the weapon at you. “Yes, this is right. I alone am the one who shall destroyer you, godslayer. And this is the weapon that shall claim your life! Feel my divine wrath!”
With that declaration she charges, you leaping into the air as well. Turning the Zamasu's focus from your granddaughter and her people, drawing the body snatcher's eye. She follows as you'd hoped, suddenly swinging her blade well short of you. But instead of trying to slash you, she fires a blade of energy from her weapon. One that moves fast, but not nearly fast enough to hit you. So you dash aside, dodging the slash with ease.
“Hmph. If you think that's enough to stop me, then you're-!” you start, only to suddenly hear something. Her attack hits, well, SOMETHING, and immediately your instincts scream out to you in warning. So you turn, seeing what looks like a slash through space and time itself, much like Fu's portals. But there's something <span class="mu-i">wrong</span>, something deeply incorrect about this. “What the hell is that?”
“Good question. To be honest, I'm not sure myself.” she replies, sounding very self-satisfied. “Have I sliced a hole to another universe? To the distant future or past? Or perhaps it is a physical manifestation of my own consciousness? Heh heh heh heh, all I know now is that my strength surpasses my own understanding, surpassing mortals and gods! Ha ha ha ha haah!”
But you can't take your focus from the tear in reality, only for suddenly some sort of pinkish gas to start emitting from the void. Immediately you back away, feeling it scramble your ki sense and watching warily as several tendrils of smoke begin coalescing, and for a split-second your mind goes back to the last time you'd fought beings of smoke. How the Tuffle manufactured Destron Gas, as you learned it was called later, could shape itself into the forms of those you'd killed before. Their hate-filled spirits trapped by Hatchiyack, brought back from death to try and kill you once again. And now, to your horror, watch as the gas takes on not the form of those you've already beaten. But the same form as this Chaya, same robes and all. The only different is the hair, it seeming several shades darker.
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