Cult Leader - Muramasa! (Mia Mini event)

Chiyuri chilling at home base, Storm Knights HQ, just jamming out to some music. Seemed like a nice day to just stay in, after all, she had time before she had to go out and kick ass like usual. A little bit into one of her songs though, she noticed DJ Bugzone pass into her room. The little centipede guy she met a while back. She mostly let him do his own thing, she didn't really own him or anything, he was a free thinking little dude, he could get into whatever scrapes and adventures he wanted. But what he usually didn't do was drool to seemingly get her attention, it spraying on the floor, melting it a bit. “Hey hey hey, watch the floor, yo! Oh man, G's gonna kill me if that does anything too bad. What's the big idea, dumb dumb?” she said placing her headphones down. The little animal rushed down towards a window, and as Chiyuri followed and looked out, she could see piles of smoke and noise erupting from Tokyo not too far away. “Ah shit, the fuck? I gotta go, thanks little dude – Emerald's gonna treat you to something nice for tellin' me, dig?” she said, as the bug hopped up a little bit. Grabbing her equipment and changing into her vigilante outfit, she bust open the door to the HQ and skated down towards the hubbub.

Entering the city, the smoky cars and fires on the street were rough, people were hurting, but they were being attended to by what looked like kids. Probably students at the hero high school. Shouldn't they be writing essays or reciting math? Whatever. Chiyuri continued rushing down the street, hopping onto a nearby rail to grind. She leapt up, and with the sun behind her, summoned her light clone, and hopped back onto the rail, the clone doing the same. Now nearby the source of the chaos, she saw a few goon-looking people, and dashed towards them, with her sword in her hand, ready to strike. “Yo! You wouldn't happen to know about any freakshows 'round here who fucked up my city, huh? Cause I got one mean piece of metal to donate, straight up.” she said to them, before getting right into the mix. Standing side by side with her clone, they started to beat up the shady guys, before picking one of them up. “Tell me who did this shit, bro, or my friend over here'll make sure you can never jive again.” she said, the clone readying their own light-made sword. “Th-The Master will never lose! You can't win! He's a God!” came the reply, to which Chiyuri gave a retort. “A God, huh? You sure you wanna talk to a different one?” she said, the clone moving the sword closer to his neck now. “...that... way...” came the defeated response. The green gal dropped him, and skated off into the direction he pointed towards.

Now dead ahead of her was 'The Master' in question. He looked massive, like he could eat a whole skyscraper or something. But everyone would get their just rewards, even someone like him. “Yo, Freakazoid! You ain't goin' nowhere, man! You wanna take a crack at this city?” she said, holding her sword in front of her. “Well you gotta go through the baddest bitch in Tokyo.”

It took a moment before the radio that Perry was using started to experience a momentarily static sound before a soft feminine voice resounded on the other side of the channel. "Paw Might, can you hear me? This is Elise, the Public Safety Commission is currently monitoring the situation as we speak. However, there are several students currently at the scene, some aiding in the rescue efforts and some of the more experienced students are in the midst of keeping Muramasa's subordinates away from the rescue teams."

It was a difficult choice to make, to reduce the chances for Muramasa to get captured, but she'd rather have everyone involved survive so that they had another chance to catch the villain than to allow one of the students to die...

"one of the students is currently in a battle with a Quirked Villain but something seems off about the situation, can you please disengage your pursuit of Muramasa and head over to the students?"

It was after several moments, whether Perry was already en-route to the students or not, that the voice of the young lady resounded again, although it was clear from the tone of her voice that the situation had worsened significantly.

"The Painter has been sighted engaging one of the Yuuei Koko's students, requesting immediate backup from any available Pro-heroes!"

(mostly just feedback posty to give Perry an excuse to head on over~ if Chiyuri has any means of tapping into the coms feel free to let me know~)

Chaos had been unleashed onto the streets before the masked miko managed to arrive to the scene. It was a miracle that her response had been as fast as it was, and only enabled by her already having been in the area before the ruckus. Spring was a busy season for helping to organize events, in veneration of the spirits. But it seemed that the spirits had other plans.

There were a lot of rowdy ones causing havoc, but they were the symptom, not the cause. Throwing their bodies down to the ground had caused no issue. They were unfortunately wholly uncooperative, so the best that Nozomi could do was to try and follow the signs of havoc to reach the origin. The ensuing battle that was clearly happening behind the buildings had served as her signpost, but the fox-masked miko's idea to follow it to the source was quickly dismissed by a rampaging rider running past the side street that she was about to emerge from. She had managed to recognize them as one of the "pro-heroes" as they were called, Wildheart. Considering it to be a lucky sign, Nozomi followed his trail to the best of her ability; his steed truly did run like a wild wind.

The man and his subdued yokai ultimately did not lead Nozomi to the battle that was happening elsewhere, but the moment she laid her eyes upon the hulking behemoth it became clear that she had done the right choice. In all of her years as an active exorcist, she had never come across a being that could be so aptly described as "demonic", not just based on their appearance but by their overall presence as well. She would wager her entire knowledge about Shinto on this... thing being the source of the commotion.

There was another one at the scene as well, a girl. Nozomi didn't recognize her, but seeing as she was at this kind of scene with confidence it was only natural that they were well disciplined in their own energy. That was all that mattered at this point in time. The frantic spring the miko had had to maintain to keep up on Wildheart's trail slowed down as she joined the two.

"Violent spirits aren't quelled that painlessly, Wildheart-kami. And this one... is a demon." Nozomi took a stance as she prepared for conflict. "You both shall have my assistance in exorcising this one."

Thing's had proven a bit more chaotic then he expected answering the original strange occurrence. The sight bellow was like out of a move as well as Perry peered lightly downward over the edge of his cockpit about to ready his armaments and fly down into the chaos when a few moments later a buzz went off in his small headset as he fiddled with his radio built into his tiny plane. Communications for close to mid range ham talk and or hero communication as seemed to be this current case.

"Well it seems we got a few pro's on scene here at the moment. But that's one big wumbo jumbo villain down there. I'd hate to leave them be and alone but if you're calling me up I'm gonna assume they can handle it." He'd say taking in the whole message feeling some rough turbulence for a few moments from the shock waves down bellow  sending out a bit of an effect even out to him. Paw Might briefly regaining control from the rough turbulence as he placed the radio hand held device back onto the radio to speak into it without holding it as he adjusted his flight course. The small splutter of a propeller above buzzing even still.

"That big guy is not happy..." He'd say as up in the sky a small flicker of light as Perry lit up one of his cigars he kept under the seat of his plane. A little bit of smoke wafting behind his plane at the speed he moved veering off to the side and readjusting his flight path and speeding up. "Hope they can handle him well. Look like I got a call to answer..." He'd say as his small plane peeled off. "Careful down there wavy hair, This kinda mother means business. Don't let him get the jump on ya now! I am over and out." He'd say briefly on his radio to the pro bellow on his radio before sputtering away quickly as the little red plane slowly would vanish off in the distance.

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1.Perry communicates on his radio to Elise, and briefly to Tony.
2.Takes a moment to recover from turbulence.
3.Starts heading to new directed target and location.
(Sorry posting now, Exiting to move to other topic given current change of plans)

Muramasa smiled wide behind his attack as the hero and the vigilantes resounded to his offensive bout soundly, but the mere fact he could even push some of them back as far as he did told him that he held the advantage should they strike him one on one. Could these two groups come together on instinct to take him down? Perhaps, but he needed only bide his time and he'd have a getaway plan ready to go. He had set his closest minions a task afterall, and it was unlikely they would fail him in such a matter.

The first to react, Ciyuri, and mostly due to the fact they chose to respond from range. A stream of concentrated light pushing towards Muramasa. he didn't flinch, shifting his stance to more powerfully dig in his position and raising a hand to the stream of light headed towards him. His tough skin absorbing the brunt of the force, veins on his forearm pulsing as his dense muscle kept his arm firm and tight, the light dissipating between his fingers. By the time it faded, it was hard to tell what damage had even been done to Muramasa, his skin so dark in tone already, but a bit of burnt, flaky skin resting now in his palm from the attack. Had he the time he may have examined it, but the hero was quick to follow up, taking advantage of the way the light briefly blinded Muramasa from his advance.

His stance remained firm, and before the lion centaur could take advantage of him he slammed his palms about the creature's fist. It's momentum carried through him, forcing him back as the tarmac crunched and shifted beneath his bare feet, glaring back into the eyes of the beast before him as he met it in a battle of strength. No smile. No grin. Just an intense gaze... this beast held some fury in it's nature... if only it weren't held back by it's summoner. Such was Muramasa's view.

"Such an exquisite force of nature..."

His battle of strength interupted by a sharp sting in his face, a kick coming across his forehead, forcing his head back, gritting his teeth with a hiss of annoyance. He still managed to hold his ground in the battle with the lionel, slamming his head back forward, clanging his forehead against the creature's own to disorientate it, and in a surprisingly swift motion, hooking his arms both around the Lionel's right, wrenching it off it's feet and tossing it to his side, right on a collision course with it's summoner, tutting in annoyance at them.

"A damn shame you're bound to such misguided morales as- AAGH!"

Now, the strength of the vigilante Fujou was perhaps not much to the beast that was Muramasa, but as their aura pushed through his dense flesh, stinging at his organs under the surface, Muramasa was subjected to a point of pain he was far from used to... one he could by all means injure, but a new sensation of pain nonetheless. He glared back over his shoulder to the vigilante Fujou, gritting his teeth with a rageful expression. His hand gripping the point of pain came back about, slamming a full fist into the ground to knock Fujou briefly off balance, darting the distance between them with a kick off the ground, more a display of strength than agility that he could propel himself like a rocket with muscle alone, grasping for her head, and should he find it, attempting to slam it down into the ground.

Chiyuri, remaining in the distance, was left relatively un-harmed by Muramasa's counters.

The combined efforts of the three had yet to make a great impact, but this was to be expected of such a foe. And he did react to Nozomi's divine power, further strengthening her belief about the true nature of the situation: no matter how strong their body were, the filth of this demon could be purified.

However, the masked miko's strike did also manage to catch Muramasa's attention. But his fist that came around didn't try to strike her, but the ground, throwing Nozomi off her balance once again. Her eyes could keep up with the motions themselves, but this style of combat was hard to comprehend. In a strange way, it was refined in how unrefined it was. 

The stance in Sumai Kagura, much like its distant cousin, was above all else supposed to be unwavering. Nozomi managed to get her balance back briefly because of this, but this small opening had been enough. Her vision became quickly obscured by a massive hand. She managed to grasp onto the arm itself with both hands, sliding a couple dozen centimetres back as she tried to hold back the overpowering force. But these efforts were short-lived, her feet lifting off the ground as her body was forced to violently change its axis.

Even still, it would not be the end of her struggles. Sharp pain ran through her skull as her eyes went wide from the impact with asphalt, stars filling her vision for a brief moment as she grit her teeth and continued to clamp down onto the arm. Sudden words were spoken from behind the cracked (yet miraculously intact mask, at least for now) mask, repeated over and over in a seemingly crazed loop.

Form endless bedrock!
In eights and millions of millions!
Cleansings to cleanse you!

Her hands dug deeper into the arm as she chanted, the aura around her body deepening in color as Nozomi's body flared in energy production, attempting to further affect Muramasa with her draining aura. She would do her utmost to hold onto this arm, holding tighter should he try to shake her off and pushing back should he try to further capitalize on her current "downed" state. But if he did, the others might get an opening out of that.