Something streaks towards the city from the distance. In its wake, angular contrails sundered the surrounding air with their phantasmal forms, pulsating with some sort of peculiar heartbeat. Within the array of odd forms, a Stygian entity of fusiform appearance glided forwards upon ion thrusters, their energetic glow eerily illuminating the necrodermis-coated dragonleather from which its biomechanical carapace was comprised. The remains of a divine fusion reactor, disassembled and reconstructed into a series individual pods subtle protruded from within the armor, interconnected by a lattice of cables with the odd ribbed protuberances indicating the thruster housings. Lacing beneath the mass of connections, strands of osidkawn webbing traces mechanical imitations of wyrld-protection tattoos, their inordinately high pressure and supernatural surface tension keeping their shapes roughly rigid against the billowing winds. Mounted lower on its form was a cylindrical implement, it was constructed out of materials with high derms per meter to maximize the effectiveness of the rudimentary offensive systems that ran through it. What seemed to be an amalgamation of a pulse blade technology and some unknown weapon concept rested there, its barrel at rest for now.
Such a presence could not remain unnoticed.
Stray air-to-air missiles locked onto its echo signature and turned towards its oblivious form from kilometers away. Closing in fast, their damaged forms still performed admirably, closing in. Still a few miles away from their target, they fired. All the tangible magic requested in their forms released in calamitous roars as the recoil from the helical railgun systems that resided within them in lieu of warheads tore each of them apart. Large slugs of osmium-alloys raced through the air, quickly splitting apart into a shotgun blast of enchanted metal shards. Each shard possessed an Attenuation Volatility of approximately 100% with some acceptable deviation, that is, their enchantment's echos were inherently unstable, brushing to close to one would form a temporary channel between that and the other object's echo signature, releasing some of the enchantment's magical power in a semi-directed blast. With an AV as high as 100%, the entirety of the magic that each shard had been imbued with would be unleashed by that channel.
The multidirection spray closed in upon the creature from all directions, dodging would be futile at this rate. No matter how quickly it moved, the holes in the net of unstable fields would be too small to squeeze through. In fact, its current predicament was akin to being inside the event horizon of a blackhole: the fall into its core would be slower if it didn't resist, for space-time is so warped that traveling in any direction would simply slam it into the core faster. Likewise, any attempts to rush out would simply trigger one of the shards even earlier. The net constricted, the holes narrowing and the fields beginning to overlap, were it not for their carefully synchronized signatures, the projectiles would have impotently discharged upon one another, leaving the entity with 'only' the issue of the deadly pieces moving at immense speeds. The omnidirectional guillotine of magic closed in. Echo channels began to form.
A terrestrial summer solstice and ensuing catastrophic crescendo heralded the catastrophic result.
Immediately to any persons knowledgeable on such matters, it became rather apparent that something had gone horribly wrong.
Under no circumstances should such a spectacular display have precipitated, especially considering that the ordnance had been detrimentally perturbed by their transition into this odd realm. Were footage of this not blinded by the intense radiance, careful inspection would have shown that it was not a single detonation, but rather several violent events that annihilated each malicious blade of shrapnel.
Attenuation Volatility may be altered by certain factors. Larger, slower military airships are often equipped with mechanisms to overload their protection enchantments in a manner to intercept projectiles or even other aircraft with lances of (what was intend to have been) protective magic.
This was something similar.
An overwhelming divine presence fills the air and for a brier moment, the creature's visage burned straight through its cage of armor ass if it were not even there. A continuous supernova of righteous light wreathed a body of quicksilver from which within a pair of even brighter emerald infernos burned, their terrible gaze seemingly piercing beyond the veil of mortality itself. Eighteen wings had erupted from its form, physics unraveled and screeched from within them for the pure light that they were crafted from was of such intensity that they emitted light of their own in a recurrent fractal process. To simply bear witness to it was pure agony, divinity no mortal was meant to ever sense, the mere acknowledgement of its presence burned white hot, mercifully extinguished a split second later by the suppression of its imbued power once more.
It was this divinity that incinerated the threats. Upon the channel formations, the sudden release of power crushed the incoming blasts and smited the metallic pieces in a brutal counterattack.
Slowly, the pulsations slowed, the beating Azerothian phylactery's activity flat-lining, signifying the gentle dissipation of border manifestations. Components shifted, returning UW-DA-P4's magnum opus to its standby form. Though heavily upgraded and enhanced by the respective supernatural and technological arts of various worlds alike, its nature was undeniable. It is, what appears to be, a dolphin in a space-worthy gimp suit.
A dolphin which, promptly barrel rolled out of the skies on some capricious decision to sexually harass the gardener.
Iaijutsu - the art of unsheathing one's weapon and striking in the same motion. This was the art he had devoted his life to. Whether it was slashing using a katana upon drawing, or unholstering and firing a revolver, he had practiced it countless times. Of course, there were far more advanced techniques... and seeing as he didn't enjoy this abrupt intrusion into his meditative state, he would be using far more of his strength than he usually would show.
A sand storm gathers around the gardener, dry desert heat suddenly invading the cold, humid atmosphere. The grains of sand bothered him not for they did not touch his face even once. Rather, they stopped less than a millimeter short of his face, quickly gathering up and forming a mask.
It was an odd convolution of a luchadore mask and a noh mask. Though it functioned as and had the design of the former, its front had the rigidity of the latter and seemed to change its expression with the angle from which it was viewed from, except every single variation was an expression of hostility albeit changing into vastly different representations of hostility with the slightest tilt of the head.
El Inazuma moved his hand to the packet of seeds. They were of the tree species populus tremuloides. Within a split second in the same fluid motion, El Inazuma had somehow planted a seed, tended to it, supervised its growth and assisted its root sprout-based propagation until it had formed a small clonal colony, violently uprooted said clonal colony by its entire root system and swung the entire mass at the dolphin with incredible strength. To an external observer, it seemed as if he had been staring down his adversary one second and watching it sail off into the air, partially caged by the impact-distorted form of humble plantation of trees the next.
El Inazuma shook his head in annoyance and removed his mask, desummoning the sandstorm in the process before returning to his medication.
Meanwhile, the dolphin, somehow unharmed by the entire process cuts itself free. Offensive-system enhanced speaker systems play eurodance within the rather, awkwardly located, rift lance unit. The sheer intensity of the eurodance catalyzes the creation of a small supernova from which a thermonuclear pulse of aperture equal to exactly half the diameter of supernova is fired into, the resulting Lance Armstrong-shaped dimensional slug slices straight through not only the tree trunks but also the very air, teleporting them to an empty dimension, effectively erasing them from this universe. The lance, a dimensional rift with appearance not unlike that of an event horizon, bisects the entire clonal colony with its teleportation-based attack before safely deactivating.
The dolphin begins flying around, looking for people to harass and fish to eat.
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