Growling in madness, the Fishman (Not a merman, it did not have that oh-so-sanctimonious face of those arrogant pricks from the deep sea - A certain cyborg who got short-circuited after visiting one of the mermaid race's many worlds) stood there silently, its black face constantly twitching as shadowy tendrils traversed all throughout its body, dipping in and out of its pores. Chains carved in runes immemorial were seen running through its body, stabilising the broken body. Growling incoherently, it drew forth its weapon, a broken trident, bashing it onto its shield, just like a certain skeleton meme those unscrupulous Mi##cr#ft players post on YouTube for clicks and likes.
"Shit, isn't he one of those missing Collectors that went missing quite recently..."
Grinding his breathing teeth, Scaramond couldn't help but cock his pistol, unnerved by the sight in front of him. To the side, Vylara could be heard gagging at the smell of Stillness that seemed to be coming off from the body...
And Knoxis stood by the side, stoic as always, except that his fingers were seen clenching tightly
"Begone, foul servant of chaos, for I shall never be defeat, for the eternal glory of- OWW! What was that for!?"
Rubbing his head from the sudden smack on his head from the petite Vylara (who packs one hell of a punch for some reason), Natsuki rubbed his burning arm, before turningbuis gaze towards the fuming Elf(?). "Bro, what the fuck..."
"Sure, he may he a nosnter bow, but he still is part of out fanily: you can't just casually diss the piss out of him! Anyways, we need him alive to find out what the heck on Aeronia happened here..."
Eyes squinting, Vylara continued gazing at the once-mighty Collector, wary at the berserk Fishman who was constantly oozing out those black tendrils. Behind her back, her right hand tightly clenched the fingers, glowing a deep ominous red. Just as she was about to cast a spell, a high-pitched laughter resounded from the sky.
"Ahahahah! Well, well, well, look at what we have here:
A harlot
A RoboCop-wannabe
A GILF
AND A PUSSYBOY WHO ACTS LIKE A HERO!
Ahahah!
Well, either way, no one's gonna escape! Nickler, fuck– HEY, WHERE'S YOUR MARTIAL ETHICS!?"
A large blood vine emerged from the ground, attempting to swat the flying shrine maiden from the air. Swatting the non-existent dust from her black kimono, Nanami swung her gohei across the sky, pissed at being interrupted at her introduction. "Well howdy-do, Visitors From Beyond The Sky. Shall we dance..."
Pointing her gohei, Nanami ordered the corrupted Fishman, Nickler, who picked up his trident, jumping into the fight alongside his minions...
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Though it had been years, eons even, since their last encounter, Knoxis couldn't help but clench his fists tight. Despite personally being present during their destruction, for a split second, he felt something which he hadn't felt in ages...
He felt fear
And to resolve the pit deep within his heart, he turned his gaze to the little wench that is floating in the sky...