The Leech Lord

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The vile, shaking creature allowed black words to shoot forward almost as if the words were playing chicken with the blade. The rage and hatred of the flames quickly turned into an aestheticly pleasing spiral of fire. Eventually, the spiral climaxed and revealed a golden bowl, shining a magnificent light upon the surroundings. The transformation the creature had underwent had gone unnoticed by Mitsumi so when he glared back towards the creature, he was struck in awe to find an enticing young woman.

The expression lasted only a few moments before he controlled himself and allowed his features to return to their original position. This expression was short-lived as well due to the words that followed the creatures transformation. Mitsumi now became an emotional explosion rather than the physical explosion he expressed earlier. His mind simulated the screech of thousands of violins and the hymns of demons as he roared into the distorted moor.

"What lies!? Don't f*cking insult me girl! I'll guide you through your denial bit*ch!"

It was Mitsumi's latest technique, perhaps developed in the spur of emotion. This technique was nothing new to his limits, but new to the utilization of his abilities. This technique would reflect the hatred that suddenly filled him, as well as the darkness within him. This technique will be called The Coridoor of Dark Salvation.

Option A
Instantly, the two were in the Blood Lotus, only a more compressed version, or maybe even a more diverse version. The area and the Blood Lotus sort of merged together, but only a small section of the material area. Only the distance between Mitsumi and the lady that was now before him, which was only about five footsteps. Though in the realm, its uses are still maintained, a black blade crept from seemingly nowhere, and to the woman it would seem as if he had it all along. Mitsumi was swift, to the opponent, it would seem as if he slashed forward, which he did, only, the blade would have left long before the slash. In an unfathomable speed, the blade would be inserted into the woman's face. The speed is cruel, while the sword is swiftly traveling, no moments are passing in the coridoor that has been created when it finally returns to the coridoor (inside her face) time remains in its stillness and finally continues in the next moment. A blade in the face, sure it'll hurt, but that's not the goal here, the aim is to kill, which is why he choose this blade, because it's special, one of a kind. The blade eats, that's all it ever does. No matter what, this blade will follow its new target forever until the target has been eaten. What does it eat? You may be asking. The blade eats everything, the entire body, the soul, the essence, the magic, absolutely everything is eaten away layer by layer like an onion, and this is done at a speed similar to the Lotus' effect. Mitsumi was confident this would kill, for, without the ability to utilize the words, she seemed defenseless, and it was here that she could not do so.

Option B
There is more than one way to kill an opponent, and this was one Mitsumi loved. The action listed above would take place, but Mitsumi would stick to the namesake of the technique and offer the woman salvation.

"You either die, or, you admit the following "You are my superior and you are better than me in every way"

Afterwards, the battle would be over, and mitsumi would be the victor.

OoC: Two choices, one possibly kills her, the other allows her to live, but lose. I believe this technique is a creative reflection of Rhythm of Apathy's superiority complex.
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[Chariot of Fire]

h"What lies!? Don't f*cking insult me girl! I'll guide you through your denial bit*ch!"

Apocrypha smiled through a set of perfect white teeth as the scorching words battered at her delicately tanned ears. A glittering gold earring dangled lightly in the wind as she watched the man scream. Such anger arising from such trivial words…

“Guide me then,” she whispered, raising the golden bowl above her head in a mocking toast, before she brought the molten liquid to her lips, allowing the fiery liquid to pass through her lips and down her throat, the gleaming fires of this strange man’s fury dripping harmlessly down her throat. The bowl’s divine enchantment still held true, and rendered in the fiery torrent into its harmless liquid form. Apocrypha gulped down the liquid, giving the powerful man a wink as she let the droplets pass down her throat. She lowered the golden bowl down, giving a satisfying sigh as she let her tongue dart around her lips, collecting the excess drops of liquid. Raising her other hand to her lips, she patted her mouth, mocking the action of wiping it with a napkin, before blowing a single kiss toward this man… He looked so powerful… and the lust which had surged after the Egyptians and the Assyrians of ancient days now targeted him…

However, this lust would not be satisfied quite yet. Two different fires burned within her body at this moment. The fires of her passion, the insatiable lust which earned her the name the Mother of all Harlots, burned within her now as she watched the swearing creature before her. However, this was overcome by a sudden ripping pain, and her mouth shot open, letting out a scream as her eyes widened as a the tearing agony took over her body. Like a baby being torn from its mother, Apocrypha suffered, and suddenly, with a harsh scream and a flash of light, her body convulsed, spasming for a moment and falling to her knees as her eyes flashed wide and she choked on her own scream.

In that mysterious realm where Mitsumi had attempted to send Apocrypha, a single broken body would accompany him. Appearing a mere five yards in front of Mitsumi, the spectral form of Apocrypha would appear, his original body. Wraith-like and frail, the body’s own broken arms and ribs collapsed in the Blood Lotus realm, not even bothering to remain strong… Apocrypha’s body did not speak, for its vocal chords were so damaged that speech was near impossible. However, even if its chords had been in working condition, Apocrypha would not have been able to speak. The mass of Words that was used in place of his soul had been torn out of his mangled body, unable to enter the realm of the Blood Lotus. A soulless shell was all the was left as it appeared before Mitsumi, leaving the Words back in the Material Plane.

However, the body did not stay long either. As soon as the body entered the Blood Lotus realm with Mitsumi, it exploded in a magnificent hurricane of fire. The fire, which Apocrypha had swallowed in the Material Realm, was no longer bound by the enchantment of the Words. As such, it shot forth torrents of flame everywhere in a single fraction of time, disintegrating Apocrypha’s twisted original shell and engulfing the five yards between Apocrypha and Mitsumi as soon as he had appeared on the field.

OOC: Just a note; Apocrypha is still in the shell of the Whore of Babylon back in the Material Plane- on her knees and spasming with the pain of being stripped from the original shell.

[JUSTICE]

Ho-hum, creative indeed.