>art by @clarevalentina3>>6190748https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwr5nQGCeWM“No more games of half measures! Because of your continued, profaned defiance, we shall use our full power to crush you into dust!” Amaya Black says as you see Zamasu putting the earring on his other ear. Then, the moment Zamasu lowers his hands, both their earrings begin to emit a strange glow.
“Get behind me!!” Chaya suddenly shouts, blurring forward between you and the two as their bodies rising and spinning around each other and flying up into the air. Circling around each other beofre their forms begin merging into one with a flash of blinding light. As they do, you feel pressure unlike anything you've ever felt slam into you both, Chaya blocking the brunt of it. So you instinctively reach up, bracing her without touching her with your energy absorbers as the world goes white. Which lasts for several seconds, and as the light fades you peek around Chaya, jaw dropping in shock upon seeing what they've become.
“My form is justice. And my form is the world. Worship me, give praise unto me. Me the beautiful, the sublime. Me the invincible, the almighty and divine.” the new being declares, it looking like a mix of Chaya and Zamasu. With a womanly figure and Chaya's hair shape, but the white of Zamasu own hair and green skin. Its arms spread wide in a gesture full of arrogance and confidence as its aura forms a halo behind its back. “All hail! Zamasu.”
“Krillin, stay back.” Chaya says through gritted teeth, clenching her fists as you hear the worry in her voice for you. “I'm going to have to go all-out, they're too strong for me to hold back anymore.”
“Hold back?” you wonder, not knowing just how much more she has. Or how much she's been holding back. But you voice your concern for her anyways, speaking up. “You really think you can beat 'em?”
But as she looks back, grinning confidently, suddenly you're no longer worried. While Zamasu's stance and posture seem to project confidence, you can <span class="mu-i">FEEL</span> Chaya's belief that she'll win this radiating from her smile. Your worry evaporating away near-instantly.
“I told you, didn't I? I'm the Goddess of Victory. I don't lose.” she says, you feeling her infectious confidence brimming and grin back after a moment, raising a fist to her. Which she clearly tries to gently tap her own against yours. However, you feel your bones groan in protest, the contact nearly breaking your arm and knuckles. And, suddenly, you have a pretty good idea how much harder she can swing. So, dashing back and away to get distance, she turns back to the merged warriors. “Well well, looks like that fight I was looking for is finally here.”
