Heavenly Bull Rages In The Red Light (Open)

"Allow me gents!"

Rushing up through the crowd she'd seen forming outside a building across the street, Niso, who had joined all this chaos with his beloved and illustrious Painter. His one, his only Luzia, had seperated from his beloved for a short while to get his own taste of all the chaos today. Afterall if Ishtar was gonna set up such a glorious day for people like him he was going to enjoy the mess! The blood! The chaos to it's fullest! In turn he'd make sure everyone else could enjoy it in turn. Dozens of men and even some women locked in cages for months if not years on end UNLEASHED TO THE CITY! Oh the glory of it all...!

And here was some punkass vigilante stopping them from moving forward? From carving their own path in the world? Niso wasn't about to sit idly by and watch that. Rushing literally up the back of one of the larger orange jumpsuit wearing goons, he kicked off their head, front flipping onto his feet again and landing infront of the vigilante. At least, he assumed it was a vigilante. The blood pouring from his victims head and the fact Niso didn't recognize him was all adding up for that... and if anything knowing he was against someone who wouldn't hold back like some goodie two shoes just thrilled him more.

"Don't worry about him. I got this... the rest of you just keep having fun!~" He was young faced but there was a wildness behind his eyes that seemed oddly both more mature and more childish at the same time. Reaching down, he wrenched the rusted pipe the goon before him had been using as a weapon from their hand, swinging it in a circle by his side and swaying left and right from one leg to another, loose and ready to move as he locked eyes with the person before him.

"Got a name killer?~" He chimed with a devious smirk, a black patch of skin forming over his nose before slowly spreading over his face and clutching to the edges like a mask fused with his skin, a white eerie smile and plain white eyes forming to create a mockery of a chesire's grin upon the flesh mask. "Name's Niso if you prefer the winners go first." He chuckled from behind his mask, as it clutched to his face it didn't seem to muffle his voice at all.

“Oooo. No quippy line to follow that edgey? Not ‘names don’t matter to a corpse’?~ Or how about ‘The dead tell no tales?’~ Come oooon I’m sure you can do better!~” Niso teased a she lowered into a more ready stance… or it seemed to be at least. It was hard to tell. His body seemed so naturally loose and freeform that even when he lowered a hand to the ground he looked like he might just collapse rather than dart onto the attack. His weapon holding hand positioned behind his torso as he grinned behind his mask, the fake smile upon it growing wider still as he held the gaze of his opponent watching as the escapees rushed past him into… what was he letting them do? Ah who cared. I mean if he knew he was letting them into a brothel he never would have helped them, but for now all he saw was a bunch of prisoners bursting into a place for the sake of sheer chaos!

Still, his foe was fast, and while Niso was no stranger to fast opponents he had been running a bit high on the adrenaline of the situation, which oddly dulled his reaction time. So eager to be on the offensive he hadn’t expected the other to make the first move… and so mercilessly. Before he knew it a clawed hand had rammed entirely through his chest. Niso’s frail ribs shattered with ease and a bloodied hand tore through to the other end of his Torso. His body fell limp around the arm, the life in them seemingly fading for a moment…

And a low chuckle began to flow…~

“What kind of idiot keeps their heart in their chest…?~”

With a sickeningly brutal snapping sound in his shoulder, Niso’s arm wrenched back at an unnatural angle as he hooked it about the arm now currently embedded in his torso, his cells rapidly healing around the wound to try and better hold the arm in place. The fake expression embedded on his mask seemed to somehow grow even wilder as he stared into the eyes of his opponent, his head twisting to lock onto his, and a swift swing of his arm bringing the rusty metal pipe down against the side of his head.

“THAT ALL YOU GOT!?” His cackles became wilder, gripping hard onto the arm behind his torso and trying to keep the freak of nature inside him, swinging again and again for as long as he could until they managed to tear themselves from his grasp.

Huh. Fast Reactions. And merciless ones at that. The typical criminal goon had the lack of mercy this guy had but was too dim-witted to have the reactions to back it up, and while the heroes had the reaction times to make up for it, they certainly lacked the… well they lacked the LACK of mercy that this guy was showing. With the bladed tail wrapping around his arm, the free hand went right for his throat. Niso immediately wrapped the muscle fibres in his neck around his own windpipe, pulling out out of the reach of those talons, briefly choking himself but ultimately leaving himself with less damage to repair.

“Man you really go for the throat huh? HAH! Always… w-wanted to say that…!” With the pain radiating through him it was clear that was coming through somewhat gritted teeth, the arm bound by this guy’s tail briefly seeming to struggle back against his might… before a shattering sound of bone crunching into meat ran through his entire arm, it becoming as loose as a wet noodle, abandoning his weapon for a moment as he dragged his bone-less appendage out of the grasp of the tail. Another few cracks, re-organizing the bones in his hand while the rest of his arm still seemed loose and limp, throwing weight through his shoulder and delivering a sound punch to the jaw of the guy clutching at his throat while all his limbs were either occupied or staggered, continuing to fight even as he was facing what would be mortal injuries for the average chump. Niso was so high on his own sense of immortality at this point that what he faced was nothing!

The knee to the groin though… Niso didn’t have much defense for that. While it definitely ached Niso’s defense mechanism kicked in, a winded chuckle flowing through him as the pain radiated across his body. The instinctive reaction of his body, to have his thigh muscles spasm and his knees go weak? Ignored entirely. He had full control over every muscle. Every cell. He didn’t have to listen even when they were crying out in pain. Besides. Pain was the bodies way of alerting you to damage… and Niso had never found a wound that couldn’t be healed with him!

“Wow… throwing in all the clichés huh…!? LEMME TRY!”

Feeling the arm drag out of his Chest Niso let it go the moment he realized he couldn’t win that ‘arm wrestle’ of sorts. As the joints and bones in his arms slotted back together and began to heal, a leg rose unnaturally high between them, and as his foe came in for a headbutt Niso’s head swerved with his body, his knee bending backwards over the vigilante’s shoulder and locking in place as the other jointed it over the other shoulder. Niso had flipped himself upside down, locked his legs backwards over this guys shoulders, and clutches his hips as he reared his head back.

“INCOMING!”

And with that he slammed his head forward with a merciless force. Clearly not seeming to care about how painful it would be for himself as he delivered a deep headbutt right into the ground of the main before him. All the while missing a chunk of his throat from where he’d allowed the claws embedded in it to tear away the flesh, leaving the vigilante grasping a chunk of abandoned cells. It wasn’t exactly difficult for Niso to kill off cells afterall, and with his airway safely tucked into the back of his neck, it wasn’t like he needed any of that excess flesh for anything!!!

Niso felt the arms lock around his legs, and with his head still ringing from trying to slam his forehead so deep into this guy's groin he could feel the hip bone, it took him a moment to realize what may be about to happen. It was only when he started to feel the motion that he fully registered what was going on, his eyes growing wide behind his flesh mask. While Niso could move his internal organs about to try and keep them safe his brain was still safely locked inside of his skull, so he needed to do whatever he could to minimize the damage here.

Already starting to pop the joints in his legs so he could prepare an escape, Niso forced the cells around his spine to extend it as long as he could, exposing the raw, important nerves in his spinal column to what was about to happen, but he could deal with being paralyzed. He couldn't deal with being dead. The force of the pile drive slammed through his skull and down along his extended spine... which, while it did now absorb most of the impact on his skulls behalf, shattered and snapped in several places. The pain was EXCRUCIATING to say the least and Niso could feel himself on the verge of passing out, but with his legs now limp noodles he had to escape while he could, rolling backwards and away from the clawed demon he was facing, blood oozing from the scraped out section of his throat, pooling on the ground around his feet.

"Wooooow... been a while since... I've seen someone like... you... not like the banter...?"

A grotesque sound of oozing meat hitting the ground came as Niso's black flesh mask fell from his face, focusing his quirk on trying to heal his damaged spine and work on his muscle fibres. Miraculously, with the ability to control all of his cells personally, he was still able to move... though in a very 'round about' manner. His muscle fibres, rather than working as intended, wrapped around his joints and dragged and pulled himself up to his feet. His stance was unsecure, loose, but unnaturally so unlike the 'drunken fist' esque style of before. His body dragged one way and the other as it seemed like it was about to fall, like a puppett barely held up on strings.

"Ya knoooooow... Vigilantes... uuuuuusually try and act like heroes... what makes you so interesting by comparison...?~"

“Hahhahaha! Pinky pie lights!” Niso chuckled and sputtered, the flesh of his throat finally starting to heal over as the blood flow was stemmed. He’d been focusing so much on his spinal injury he hadn’t managed to prevent the blood loss entirely, and the exhaustion briefly filled his chest where he’d been losing a majority of his blood from, making sure he still had plenty going to the brain as he needed it. Still- “What on earth did someone do to earnt hat ridiculous nickname!? HHAHAHAH!~” He chuckled out a moment more… but the thought did occur… pink… lights… no chance it was his Neon Luzia was it? The idea of someone this brutal going after her… well. She didn’t have any marks. She wasn’t dead. In his mind she must have kicked his ass if it was her. Which brought a wide smile across his face, even if he was mostly making assumptions here.

“Soooo… something has you thinking you’re a weapon… and in turn, you think your time is best spent killing… for good… hahahahahaha~ God you vigilante types are so helpless…GAGH!” Niso cried out in pain as a sharp crack sounded from his spine, bending backwards as his columns started to realign themselves and he could finally stand somewhat straight again, but a clear weakness still in his knees as he lingered for a moment, his wild eyes, no longer covered by his mask, locking onto the man before him. “Look at me for instance… the ability to kill… to endure… to survive… and I’m not wasting any time ‘playing hero’ like you lot. I choose to help myself. To enjoy every second of my life as long or short as it may be… what exactly do you gain from killing on the ‘good’ end of the spectrum? A look of disgust from your fellow vigilantes and villains alike? Doesn’t that get sooooo tiring?~”

Lifting a hand up to his head, he twisted his jaw swiftly to deliver another loud crack as everything started to re-allign. The healed flesh of his throat still seemed fresh and sensitive, but Niso wasn’t looking too worse for wear despite the clear pain present beneath the layers of glee in his face. Stepping back towards his opponent, he’d sweep down, collecting the weapon he’d abandoned to make an escape before, dragging the rusted metal against the ground as he slowly started to close their distance again. “Someone like you… so strong, so fast. Wasting your time just giving eeeeeveryone a reason to hate you… I’m almost impressed! But then again, I’m a psychopath, so its up to you if that’s a compliment!~”

“…Pink hair… neon quirk… oooo if you hurt her I’m suddenly not gonna be so nice and fun with all this…~” he smirked even wider still, picturing the pain he’d put this guy through if he had the right end of the stick here. Still he had seen his love quite recently, but if it was true, if this beast of a vigilante had come even close to hurting her… he was going to return everything he may have done to his Luzia ten fold. And he was gonna make sure he was awake for ever last second of agony Niso was willing to inflict on him, licking his lips at the thought alone. “Sounds like my girlfriend… but why not be sure huh?~”

“Because it must be done…” Niso scoffed in disbelief at that initial line, repeating it once again in disbelief. “Because it MUST be done… ooooh that’s one hell of a way to put it. And they call ME delusional. Ehehehehe!~” He let out another eerie little chuckle as he continued to drag himself towards his opponent for the moment, the flesh of his throat healing to the point it wasn’t even noticeable he was once missing a chunk of it, still staring back into the eyes of his opponent. “So you hate anti quirkers huh? And yet here you are! Fighting someone with the same views as you! Someone who thinks that all these quirks are grand and great and we should keep moving forward into the chaos of evolution and leave all that rotten bigotry behind! What’s your reason for fighting me then huh?~ For wanting to kill me and my kind…! Don’t try to act all self righteous about it… you don’t want to drown in the blood from what I see… you want to BATHE in it!~”

Niso’s body swayed to the right, his sense of balance impeccable as he took a stumbling motion that would have anyone else tripping over their own feet, shifting barely in time for the bladed tail to ring past his face. Seemed they were at least smart enough to know what Niso considered his weakpont. With a swing of his weapon he knocked the tail aside to see if Gabriel even felt it as a test of method, but remaining on his toes all the same. Suddenly swaying to the other side as he followed up with a hook, ducking under it and swiftly bending backwards to avoid the jab. As Much as Niso could take and endure what was thrown at him, he wasn’t suicidal. He knew how to move and manipulate his own body to avoid damage should he choose at the end of the day!

Before the flurry came Niso went with his backwards bend, flicking his legs up after his back flip to kick the underside of Gabriel’s jaw, rushing back into his flurry of blows with a wild expression, wildly swinging his weapon despite the pain he was enduring, his clothes tearing and blood splattering with the strikes of his opponent, just trying to wear through it all and outdo Gabriel in a simple battle of attrition, all the while his wild eyes expressing nothing but glee.

Niso pulled back from their clash of claws and rusty pipe, staggering as he did so, his clothes torn and his skin fucked. If it weren’t for his regenerative capabilities he’d definitely look like he’d been the one to come out of this worse, a hefty chunk of his cheek missing, blood oozing through most points of his remaining clothes and one of his eyes bloodshot to hell from where a claw had managed to scratch at his eye lid. He was barely holding onto enough muscle fibre to stand without using his quirk to hold himself up, chuckling for just… a brief second, before some things started to set in.

“Wait… your guarding a…?” His eyes drifted up, starting to recognize the signage and the general make of the building given what was hiding within. He quickly shuddered with a sense of disgust… initially just at the brothel itself, and then realizing what the criminals he’d let past him where likely doing in there. Nearly barfing into his hand at that actually and keeling forward, hands resting on his knees as he started to heal. “Ah fuck me… hahahahaha! Aaaah…. God I never like making mistakes..”

He let out a defeated sigh and stepped over as the demon boy stumbled onto his ass, Niso offering across his blood soaked hand with a calmer look in his eyes, a smile still on his face despite the pain that was likely spread across his entire body. “Naaaah we can let you win this one… how much of a breather do you need before you can get all… blood sheddy again though?” He’d ask. If Gabriel took his hand he’d help hoist him to his feet, using the back of his hand to playfully dust off the front of his clothes and pulling back a little to look him up and down. “Iiiii may have made a teensy mistake letting those guys past me…” He pulled back his rusty pipe, hoisting it across the back of his neck and hooking his arms around it. “If those people are in there doing what I think they’re doing… I’ll happily help ya kill them.~ I mean I know we’re not exactly seeing eye to eye right now buuuuut… I mean hey, ya ain’t killing me anytime soon. May as well switch targets.~”

Niso may have been a fan of chaos, but when it came to the world of sex and carnal pleasures… he wasn’t a fan by a long