Despite the horrific sight of the Demon's chest going inside out, my movements didn't slow. I didn't hesitate. I didn't let myself think about what that meant, either.
The moment her body was sent flying, I reached out and manipulated the rose petals surrounding her, adjusting their paths to perfectly match her trajectory. It felt natural, like tugging on invisible strings. The petals that were already clinging to her stayed locked in place, tightening with every inch she moved, biting down harder as if they knew she was dangerous.
The rest didn't lag behind. They shifted instantly, redirecting midair with sharp turns, surging toward her from every angle. I poured more focus into them, jaw clenched, forcing the petals to move faster than they ever had before. They wrapped around her completely. Petals layered over petals, folding inward, closing tight until she was fully engulfed, sealed inside a spinning cocoon of glowing red.
The sound of them grinding against each other filled the air, a low, constant pressure that vibrated through my chest. It wasn't just noise. It was resistance. It told me she was still moving, still fighting inside.
As she was hurled backward and swallowed by the petals, Yang didn't waste a second. She jumped. Her Aura flared bright and hot around her body as she launched herself after the Demon, her boots kicking off the ground, shattering it and launching her skyward in the process.
She met the cocoon midair with a brutal punch that snapped the entire mass upward, petals screaming as they were forced tighter by the impact. Yang didn't slow down. She twisted her body and drove another punch into it, then another, each one heavier than the last.
Every hit sent a visible shock through the cocoon, petals flashing brighter as they absorbed the force. Yang rode the recoil perfectly, using it to fire herself higher, her movements sharp and practiced. She growled under her breath, teeth clenched, eyes locked on her target. Punch. Punch. Punch. It was relentless. A rising rhythm of violence. Her fists blurred as her power ramped up with each strike, Aura burning brighter, stronger, angrier. She adjusted her angles midair, shifting her shoulders, twisting her hips, making sure every hit landed cleanly.
The Demon didn't get a moment to breathe. The barrage of punches hammered her skyward, blow after blow stacking on top of each other as Yang chased her higher and higher. The petals strained to hold together, tightening further as the impacts piled up, glowing red as they fought to keep the monster trapped inside. "Stay down," Yang growled through clenched teeth as she drew back one last time. I could hear it in her voice, that sharp edge where anger and focus met. Her shoulders rolled, her stance tightening even in midair as she pulled her fist back farther than before. Aura surged around her arm, flaring violently, bright enough that it cast harsh shadows across the cocooned Demon below.
For a split second, everything seemed to slow. Yang exhaled. Her final punch came with everything she had. Ember Celica fired at the exact moment her fist connected, the recoil and explosion syncing perfectly with the strike. The blast wasn't just loud, it was violent. Aura and fire erupted together, stacking force on force, and the impact crushed into the cocoon like a hammer hitting a bell. The explosion added to the punch's power, launching the Demon straight up like a missile. The petals screamed as they were dragged along, glowing red hot as they fought to hold together. Yang spun with the recoil, flipping back through the air before stabilizing herself, eyes never leaving the Demon as she rocketed higher and higher. The force was so great that for a brief second, the Demon was directly beneath the strange flying creature the doctor was riding.
The doctor didn't hesitate. "Now," he ordered calmly, his voice cutting cleanly through the chaos. The seahorse-like creature reacted instantly. It reared back, its long, twisted body curling as it opened its mouth wide. A piercing screech tore through the air, sharp enough to make my head ring even through my Aura. The sound wasn't just noise, it had weight to it. The screech condensed into a visible sonic wave. The air warped and bent as it slammed downward, rippling like water struck by a massive stone. The petals around the Demon shuddered, vibrating violently as the wave hit, tightening even more around her body. At the same time, molten light bloomed inside the creature's throat. It was blinding. Then the lava poured out. It spilled forward like a real dragon's breath, thick, glowing, and relentless, cascading down toward the Demon in a blazing torrent. The heat washed over the battlefield again, heavy and suffocating, pressing hard against my Aura. The petals around her hissed and burned, edges curling and sparking as molten rock splashed against them. Even from a distance, I could feel it.
I raised my weapon without hesitation and fired. Same configuration as before, but with fewer petals this time. Less spread. More control. I adjusted the balance instinctively, trading coverage for strength, tightening the formation so it would hold under the heat. The shot struck cleanly. The petals burst outward on impact, then snapped back in, wrapping tighter around her body. Some of them burned away instantly as the lava washed over her, dissolving into glowing sparks that vanished in the air, but enough remained. Enough to bind her further. They locked her limbs in place, pinning what was left of her movement as gravity finally took over and she began to fall.
She was plummeting now, straight toward the ground. Her body cut through the air like dead weight, wrapped in scorched petals that glowed and shed sparks as they fell with her. The torrent of lava cut off before she could even make it halfway down, leaving behind only rolling smoke, drifting embers, and waves of heat that warped the air in long, shimmering lines. For just a moment, there was nothing but the fall. Then, Yang appeared again. She dropped into view without warning, like she'd stepped out of thin air. One second the space was empty, the next she was there, diving hard and fast. She weaved through the falling embers and lingering heat like it was nothing, twisting her body with sharp, precise movements. Trails of lava hissed past her, close enough that I could feel the heat spike even from where I hovered, but she dodged them cleanly, every motion confident and controlled. She didn't even look bothered. Her eyes were locked on the Demon below her, focused and burning with that familiar fire I knew so well.
She was already lining up her next attack. Yang pulled her arm back as she fell, cocking her fist for another strong punch. Aura flared brighter around her, surging up her arm in thick, golden waves. I could see the muscles in her shoulder and back tense as power gathered, building in that unmistakable way that meant she was about to hit hard. I'd seen that punch a hundred times before. I knew the timing. I knew the force. I knew exactly what it would do. If it landed cleanly, it would drive the Demon straight into the ground like a meteor.
My grip tightened on Crescent Rose. I didn't wait. I scoped in, breath steady despite the chaos, letting everything else fade out as my focus narrowed. On The Demon, Yang, the falling distance, and the angles. It all lined up in my head almost automatically. More arrows formed instantly around the barrel, Aura flowing through Crescent Rose as I shaped and adjusted their paths midair. I nudged their trajectories just enough to account for Yang's movement, for the Demon's fall, for the turbulence left behind by the lava and sonic waves. I fired four shots in rapid succession. The recoil was familiar, comforting even, each pull of the trigger smooth and clean. The arrows streaked forward in tight formation, glowing faintly as they cut through the smoke and heat. While doing so, a thought slipped through my focus, uninvited but honest. Yeah, I'm really fast on the trigger finger. The brief flash of self-gratification barely lasted a heartbeat. Because everything was about to collide.
The arrows streaked forward, glowing brighter as they closed the distance. I could feel them through my Aura, thin invisible threads stretching tight as bowstrings between me and each shot. Everything was lining up perfectly. Yang's fist was fully cocked, her arm pulled back so far it looked like she was winding herself up. My arrows were seconds away from detonation, hovering right at that perfect range where timing mattered more than power. The Demon was bound tight. Petals wrapped around her in thick, overlapping layers, glowing red and grinding against each other as they held her in place. She shouldn't have been able to move at all. Not an arm. Not a finger. Not even a twitch. Then, Clap. The sound was sharp and sudden, violent enough that it felt like it punched the air itself. It wasn't an echo. It wasn't an explosion. It was clean and abrupt, like two massive slabs of air smashing together all at once. My eyes widened. "That wasn't," I muttered under my breath.
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Kyogai (響きょう凱がい Kyōgai?), also known as the Drum Demon (鼓つづみ鬼おに Tsuzumi Oni?) was the primary antagonist in the Tsuzumi Mansion Arc of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba. He was a demon formerly affiliated with the Twelve Kizuki, having previously held the position of Lower Rank Six (下か弦げんの陸ろく Kagen no Roku? ) before Muzan Kibutsuji excommunicated him for reaching his limit as a demon and losing his ability to become stronger. -
Due to the high roll, the effects are exceptionally powerful. However, because of compatibility, the effects will be granted to the Demon that Ruby is currently fighting.
Effects of the Roll:
Enhanced Demon Blood - Gains a level of blood comparable to Muzan, allowing extremely rapid regeneration.
Variant Blood Demon Art - Acquires a unique variant of the Blood Demon Art of Kyogai.
Unnamed Blood Demon Art - Every time the Demon Claps her hands, a repelling or pulling effect activates.
Cooldown: 2 seconds)
My brain scrambled for answers. It couldn't have come from her arms. She was wrapped up like a cocoon, petals layered thick around her body, every limb pinned and locked. There was no way she'd broken free. Not even a finger should've been able to move. So what caused that clap? Yang? I snapped my gaze to her. No. She was still charging her punch, teeth clenched hard, Aura roaring around her arm. Her posture hadn't shifted even a little. She hadn't moved yet. The doctor? I flicked my eyes toward him next. He was staring at the Demon too, posture stiff, head tilted slightly to one side in clear confusion. If he'd done something, there would've been intent and preparation.
There was none. That left only two options. Me, or her. I knew it wasn't me. A cold feeling crept into my chest. So how did she do that? The question barely had time to form before everything went wrong. Yang finished cocking back her fist. She was ready to strike. My arrows were close now, close enough that the tension in my Aura threads felt like they might snap. I could trigger them at any moment. I just had to think it, and they'd explode, locking everything in place. One more heartbeat. And then, Yang vanished.
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(1/14=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-1981-Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1981 is to be kept inside a secure video storage unit at the media archive of Site ██. When in use, SCP-1981 should not be removed from its casing or exposed to any strong magnetic sources. A Betamax home video system and an analog television has been provided in Observation Theatre 02 at Site ██, as well as video equipment to record viewings.
Description: SCP-1981 is a standard Betamax tape. "RONALD REGAN CUT UP WHILE TALKING"(sic) has been handwritten on the adhesive sticker in felt tip pen. Laboratory analysis indicates that SCP-1981 is made of ordinary material, and serial numbers correspond with home cassette tapes produced in September of 1980. SCP-1981 was initially encountered by a filing clerk in the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library in 1991, who upon watching it alerted the police, with the intent to find the tape's creator to press "obscenity charges". A low-level police investigation was conducted, at which point the Foundation was alerted and secured SCP-1981. Class A amnestics were administered before █████ could be notified. Further investigation of the library's records by Foundation personnel failed to yield any leads on SCP-1981's origin.
SCP-1981 appears to be a home video recording of former United States President Ronald Reagan delivering his "Evil Empire" speech to the National Association of Evangelicals at Sheraton Twin Towers Hotel, Orlando, FL on 3/8/1983. However, at 1 minute and 10 seconds, the speech begins to deviate heavily, eventually resembling no known speech ever made by Reagan. Beginning at approximately 5 minutes, multiple incisions, lacerations and penetration wounds can be seen being slowly inflicted, though no corresponding source of these wounds is visible. Despite suffering bodily harm that would likely incapacitate an ordinary person, Reagan will continue to deliver his speech until either his vocal cords are severed or the tape degrades to static at 22:34.
Upon rewinding SCP-1981 and initiating playback, Reagan will deliver an entirely new speech, often radically different from the ones previously observed. Topics have included torture, child molestation and ritual sacrifice. Trauma inflicted upon Reagan also appears to be divergent, with impalement, genital mutilation, and [REDACTED] having all been observed. In roughly one in seven viewings of SCP-1981, a figure clothed in black robes with a conical hood will have replaced a random member of Reagan's press detail, henceforth referred to as SCP-1981-1. The significance of the appearance of SCP-1981-1 is currently unknown.
The speeches delivered by Reagan are mostly incoherent, lacking any sort of underlying thematic structure and largely being composed of nonsensical anecdotes and parables.
However, occasionally references are made to future events that Reagan could not possibly have known about or predicted, such as the September 11 terrorist attacks, the result of the 2008 Russian elections, and █████ ██████████. -Due to the exceptionally high roll Ruby will gain the ability to have good evil speeches filled with aura farming and good poses furthermore these evil speeches can intimidate most opponents.
Furthermore a videotape of Ruby encouraging people will appear nearby. These encouragement is can sometimes predict the future but not Ruby's future as her future is uncertain. Therefore, these future predictions are not 100% accurate.
But it also has a second effect this tape will enormously refer to the person who's watching.
furthermore, if you rewind the tape a new speech will be playing. )
One instant she was there, blazing with Aura and fury. The next, the space she'd occupied was empty. One instant she was there, fist pulled back and Aura blazing.
The next, she was gone. The space Yang had occupied was suddenly empty, the air still rippling from where her power had been, and in that same instant, the Demon stood there instead. My heart dropped. It felt like my stomach forgot how to work as my breath caught hard in my chest. The Demon stood exactly where Yang should have been, balanced and steady, as if she'd always been there.
She looked completely calm. Worse, she looked pleased. A slow, smug expression curled across her face, lips pulling into a grin that made my skin crawl. It wasn't triumph or relief. It was satisfaction. Like she'd been waiting for this exact moment and everything had finally gone according to her plan. One of her arms was missing entirely, torn away at the shoulder. Blood poured from the wound, dark and thick, spraying outward in heavy droplets that caught the light as they fell. For a split second, my mind latched onto that detail, good, she paid a price, But even that wasn't right. The bleeding slowed almost immediately. The torn flesh around the wound began to crawl, twitching and pulling inward as if it were alive. Skin stretched and stitched itself together in jagged lines. Muscle followed, knitting and layering back into place. Not instantly like before. But fast. Fast enough that she clearly didn't care. It didn't matter. She still had more than enough arms. Before I could even shout, before I could think, she moved.
Her remaining, undamaged arms snapped outward, and tracking balls formed instantly in her palms. There was no charge-up, no dramatic motion. They simply appeared, snapping into existence with barely a flick of her wrists. She didn't bother aiming. She didn't need to. She hurled them toward my arrows at random angles, careless and confident, trusting the tracking to do the rest. The balls curved sharply through the air, adjusting mid-flight, locking onto my shots with ruthless precision. They streaked straight toward my arrows. Her timing was perfect. Too perfect. In that single moment, everything I'd lined up, Yang's punch, my detonations, the fall, the bind, was about to collide all at once in the worst possible way.
I felt it happen before I saw it. The sudden snap in my Aura threads hit like a sharp tug inside my chest, thin connections severing one after another as the tracking balls collided with my shots, detonations flaring briefly before vanishing into chaos and smoke.
The Demon fully cocked her fist. That single motion hit me harder than any blow. My heart lurched, panic flooding in so fast it drowned out everything else. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just reacted. In that moment, I did everything I could to un-cocoon my sister. I reached out desperately, forcing my Semblance harder than I ever had before. Aura surged through me, hot and unstable, as I tried to rip the rose petals away faster, now, not in seconds, not gradually, but all at once. I pushed and pulled at them like I was tearing fabric with my bare hands. They responded. They always did. But not fast enough. Never fast enough when it mattered. "It's just like last time," I thought bitterly. not enough control again.
My chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it. My breath came shallow and sharp. My hands shook around Crescent Rose, fingers gripping the shaft so hard it hurt. I'm so useless. I could only watch as the petals tore away one by one, peeling off in glowing fragments that drifted through the air like dying embers. Each petal that came free felt like it took too long, like the world was dragging itself forward just to spite me. Yang was still trapped in the middle of it all. She twisted her body hard, forcing her shoulder through a narrowing gap, muscles straining as she fought against the last layers of petals. Her Aura flared unevenly around her, bright one second, dim the next, flickering like a flame in a strong wind. "C'mon," I muttered under my breath, willing the petals to move faster. The Demon moved. Her hands approached my sister slowly. Too slowly. I knew that was a lie the instant I saw it. The motion only looked slow because my mind was racing faster than my body could follow. My thoughts were screaming, tripping over each other, trying to process everything at once. In reality, her arms were moving at insane speeds. They slashed back and forth in tight, brutal arcs, claws carving the air itself.
Each strike was precise. The space around Yang filled with flickers of motion, too many angles, too many attacks coming at once. Yang blocked what she could. She twisted her torso sharply, letting one claw skim past her ribs. She ducked low, another strike ripping over her head. She raised her arms to parry, forearms ringing as claws scraped against Aura-hardened skin. But there were too many. Even for her. There were too many strikes coming from too many angles. The Demon's arms blurred into a web of motion, claws flashing in and out of view as they carved through the space around Yang. Every near miss sent sparks of Aura flying, golden fragments bursting off her defenses and vanishing into the dust. Every partial hit chipped away at her protection, each impact leaving her just a little slower, a little weaker. I watched in horror as Yang's Aura began to dim. Not all at once. Bit by bit. Each clash made it flicker thinner, weaker, like a flame fighting against the wind. The golden glow that usually burned so bright around her dulled rapidly, shrinking and fading until it looked no brighter than a small lamp in the night, still there, but fragile. One hard gust away from going out. "No. no, no, no," I whispered, my voice barely carrying over the chaos. I forced the petals to move faster, pushing my Semblance past its limits. My head throbbed as I tore at them with everything I had left, ripping them away in glowing shreds. Aura burned through my veins, unstable and sharp, but I didn't care. Move. Move. MOVE. The Demon leaned in. One final hand reached for Yang in what felt like slow motion, claws stretched wide, curved and ready to tear straight through her chest. I could see the moment stretching impossibly long, like time itself was dragging just to make me watch. My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Please. Then, Yang broke free.
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Rachel's most noticeable ability is to empower dogs to vastly increased size - on the order of three thousand or more pounds - enhanced strength, durability, agility, and an asymmetrical covering of bony plates, spikes, exposed muscles, calcified flesh,[37] and prehensile tails.[38][39] Her power has affected her ability to socialize with humans, having hardwired it to better understand canines. This wiring may have also given her some resilience to certain Master effects.[40][41] Bitch herself is rated as a Master, given that she is effectively creating enhanced minions.[2] -
Due to its high compatibility and the exceptional roll, this effect will be granted to the Demon that Ruby is currently fighting.
Granted Effect:
The Demon gains the ability to assume a second, stronger form.
In this form, the Demon possesses:
Increased speed
Enhanced durability
Greater flexibility
Larger size etc, and a mythical creature as its appearance also all existing abilities are amplified tenfold in this form. )
In that instant, all the rose petals binding her exploded outward, blasted apart by raw force. Whether it was my control finally giving way or Yang's sheer strength overpowering the bind, or both, I couldn't tell. There were too many layers, too much pressure. I never could've peeled them back fast enough on my own. But together, Together, it only took about two seconds for everything to fall away. Two seconds. In most battles, those two seconds would've been fatal. But Yang didn't waste a single heartbeat of it. Luckily, my sister had an abundance of Aura, allowing her to withstand it for a little while. Unluckily for the Demon. I was furious. Not the loud, shouting kind of anger. Not the hot, reckless kind either, all of those things are reserved for my sister, and as for me, my anger is cold, sharp, focused rage, the kind that makes everything become very clear.
The moment the rose petals exploded outward from Yang's escape, I seized control of them without hesitation. Thousands of petals snapped to attention. They surged forward all at once, moving like a living storm, like countless razor blades slicing through the air toward the Demon. Each petal spun on its axis, edges hardened with Aura, shrieking as they cut through wind and dust. I didn't bother shaping them delicately this time. I just wanted them to hurt. Of course, she tried to dodge. Her body twisted midair, movements sharp and practiced even while injured. She bent around the first wave, narrowly slipping through gaps that shouldn't have existed, her limbs blurring as she tried to escape the tightening spiral of petals closing in around her. That was when the strange doctor finally finished charging the creature's breath again. The seahorse-like, dragon-shaped thing reared back, its patched wings straining as it hovered in place. Its chest swelled, molten light building deep in its throat like a furnace being stoked. Then it fired. A torrent of lava slammed into the Demon from behind. The impact was brutal. Liquid fire washed over her back and shoulders, splashing and clinging as it burned. She hissed in pain, not a scream, but a sharp, animalistic sound, her body jerking as she fought to stay conscious through it. She didn't get a break. At the same time, all the rose petals closed in again.
They surrounded her from every side, grinding and cutting, spinning faster and tighter as I poured more control into them. The vortex thickened, petals colliding and scraping against each other, the sound like metal being crushed. The pressure built steadily, meant to shred, crush, and reduce everything inside to nothing. For a split second, I thought, That's it. But she wasn't done. Before the petals could fully collapse in on her, she summoned her tracking balls again. Instead of throwing them outward like before, she kept them close, too close. Then she detonated them. The explosions went off right near her arms, blasting outward in a violent shockwave. The force slammed into her body, knocking her violently backward, but it also blasted her clear of the petal tornado's range. The petals shredded empty air. She was launched straight toward the ground. I didn't chase her. I was already waiting. I'd predicted this. Midair, bound, with no wings and no stable footing, there was only one way out of that situation. She couldn't fly. She couldn't hover. The only option left was to fall.
She must have known it too. If she stayed in the air, she would die. Between certain death and taking damage, anyone, even a monster like her, would choose the damage. Going down meant pain, but it also meant control again. That's why, when she hit the ground, I was already there. I swung my scythe with full force, Aura roaring through Crescent Rose as the blade carved a red arc through the dust-filled air, aiming to finish what the fall had started. She looked at me. For the first time since this fight began, there was fear in her eyes. It wasn't panic. It wasn't desperation. It was sharp, calculating fear, the kind that comes when someone realizes they're about to be hit by something they can't just regenerate through. Then she used her lower set of arms.
My stomach dropped.
Suddenly, a loud clap cracked through the air, just as violent and unnatural as before. The world twisted, and she was gone. In her place, stood my sister, bent slightly forward with one knee loose, her chest rising and falling hard as she caught her breath.
Her Aura was still flickering weakly, barely holding together.
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10/10=https://borderlands.fandom.com/wiki/Conference_Call-Conference Call is a legendary shotgun manufactured by Hyperion.
It is obtained randomly from any suitable loot source, but has an increased chance to drop from The Warrior located in Vault of the Warrior and the Handsome Sorcerer located in Dragon Keep- due to the perfectly middle roll this weapon will appear somewhere in the area with enhanced parameters in addition the blueprints for this gun will appear with it.
Yang had appeared directly in front of me, and my swing was already committed. Crescent Rose was coming around in a full arc, powered by my momentum, my Aura, and pure anger. For a fraction of a second, all I could see was Yang's face in the wrong place at the wrong time, right where my blade was about to pass.
My eyes widened. I didn't think, I reacted.
I turned my weapon incorporeal mid-swing. The scythe phased, the blade passing harmlessly through Yang's body like smoke instead of cleaving straight through her skull. Using my side Semblance like this felt wrong, but it worked.
I barely had time to process the relief before Yang vanished again. In her place was one of those balls that the Demon keeps throwing around. I felt it, an air current brushing past my back, fast and sharp.
Instinct took over. I twisted around and activated my side Semblance without thinking, my Aura flaring as I snapped into a defensive posture.
That's when I saw it. While I'd been distracted, just for that split second, the Demon had already acted. The sky behind me was full of them. Balls. So many of them. I counted out of reflex and immediately stopped, it was pointless. There had to be at least a hundred. Maybe more. They spread out across the airspace, moving in wide arcs, adjusting constantly, all of them tracking me. My eyes snapped forward again. She was already with Yang. My sister was midair, off-balance, with nowhere to maneuver.
Her Aura was still unstable, her movements a fraction slower than usual. And the Demon, She was already throwing a punch. I surged forward instinctively, but the tracking balls tightened their paths, cutting off every angle I tried to take. They swarmed closer, forcing me to dodge, twist, redirect, every second spent avoiding them was a second I wasn't closing the distance. "Damn it!" I hissed, teeth grinding. I tried to push through anyway, but they followed relentlessly, curving and tightening like a net. I couldn't ignore them. If I did, they'd hit me all at once. She'd planned this. She was fighting my sister and using the projectiles to keep me away at the same time. I could only watch. Helpless. Every instinct in me screamed to move faster, to force my way through, but my body wouldn't let me. I was stuck in the air, dancing around death, while my sister faced her alone again. And that, That terrified me more than anything else she'd done so far.
Yang twisted her body sideways and caught one of the Demon's six arms mid-strike. Her grip locked instantly. There was no hesitation. She wrenched the limb with everything she had, twisting it the wrong way with a sharp, brutal motion. The arm didn't just bend, it collapsed. Skin folded inward like cloth being shoved through itself. Muscle split and bulged at strange angles. Joints snapped with a wet, sickening sound as the limb turned inside out. It was horrifying, yet the Demon didn't even scream in agony. The remaining arms surged forward all at once, a blur of claws and motion, attacking from every direction but Yang was already moving. Despite everything, despite her weakened Aura, despite the speed of her opponent, despite the fact that she was still recovering, my sister was simply better. She slapped one arm aside with her forearm, the impact sending a ripple through her flickering Aura. She blocked another with her elbow, teeth clenched as the force rattled through her bones. She ducked under a third, hair whipping past her face as claws sliced the air inches above her head. And every time she touched the Demon, she didn't just defend. She punished. Yang twisted a wrist sharply, bending it backward until bone cracked. She hooked an elbow and yanked, forcing the joint to fold the wrong way. She slammed her shoulder into another arm, driving it sideways before grabbing and crushing the joint with a sharp, angry squeeze. Wherever Yang's hands went, bodies broke. Limbs bent at impossible angles. Joints popped and twisted. One arm partially folded in on itself just like the first, skin stretching and tearing as the structure inside gave way.
The Demon's flurry slowed, not because she chose to stop, but because too many of her arms were no longer working the way they should. I watched, barely breathing. "That's my sister," I thought, a mix of awe and raw fear twisting in my chest. Aura low or not, she's still terrifying. Yang stumbled back a step, boots scraping against the ground as she caught herself. Her breathing was heavy now, chest rising and falling fast. Her Aura flickered weakly around her, uneven and thin, like a flame struggling in the wind. But she was still standing. Still glaring. Still ready. Relief hit me so hard my head spun for a second. My grip on Crescent Rose tightened as my knees threatened to give out. "She's okay," I muttered under my breath, half to myself, half like I was afraid saying it louder would jinx it. But the moment didn't last. The Demon straightened slowly. She didn't look angry. She didn't look hurt. She looked pleased. Her grin stretched wider than it should have, lips pulling back unnaturally as light began to gather in her limbs. It wasn't bright at first, just a faint glow under the skin, but it grew steadily, pulsing in slow, deliberate waves. I felt it even from here. My stomach dropped. "Yang," I whispered, already raising my weapon again, "that's not good." The dull, pulsing glow spread beneath her skin, creeping like molten veins through her arms. It wasn't just light, it was energy, compressing and condensing, growing denser by the second. My stomach twisted as I realized the magnitude of what was happening. Whatever she was about to do next, it wouldn't be small. Not by a long shot. My eyes widened, heart hammering. The glow wasn't just building, it was compressing. Power coiling inward, like a spring being wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap in an instant. I felt the pressure through the air, through the ground, even through my own Aura. Every instinct screamed danger, a primal warning that my mind refused to fully process. Then it happened. A massive explosion ripped outward.
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(7/12=https://jujutsu-kaisen.fandom.com/wiki/Eso_and_Kechizu Kechizu (血け塗ちず Kechizu?) is an antagonist in the Jujutsu Kaisen series. He is a Cursed Womb: Death Painting and the youngest brother of Choso and Eso. He and Eso serve as the primary antagonists of the Death Painting Arc. - Due to the relatively high roll and its compatibility, this effect is granted to the Demon that Ruby is currently fighting.
Effects of the Roll:
Cursed Energy - The Demon now wields supernatural energy on the scale of a Special Grade Curse.
This energy enhances her Boogie-Woogie ability, eliminating the need to cut limbs or sacrifice blood to activate it. In addition, she now has cursed energy, allowing her to slightly increase her strength and speed depending on her skill.
Activation now carries no consequences, allowing for unrestricted use.
Curse Technique Acquisition - The Demon gains a cursed technique, but unlike typical techniques, this is a Blood demon art, allowing near-infinite spam.
Example Technique - Decay (朽 Kyū):
Adapted from Kechizu, this ability allows manipulation of corrosive blood capable of poisoning and decomposing targets.
Upon entering a target's body via wounds or mucous membranes, the blood activates the curse, rapidly decaying the body in floral patterns.
Fatality occurs within 10-15 minutes, leaving only the skeleton.)
A sharp, glass-like sound tore through my chest, piercing me as if my bones were vibrating in resonance with the blast. I was thrown backward by the sheer force of it. And then I felt it, my sister's Aura. Gone. Not dimmed, not flickering, gone. "Yang!" I shouted, my voice cracking, but it was swallowed immediately, devoured by the raw violence of the shockwave. Before I could even think, another explosion erupted.Due to the relatively high roll and its compatibility, this effect is granted to the Demon that Ruby is currently fighting.
Fatality occurs within 10–15 minutes, leaving only the skeleton.
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(11/17=https://eldenring.wiki.fextralife.com/Moonveil-Moonveil is a Katana in Elden Ring. The Moonveil scales primarily with Strength, Dexterity and Intelligence and is a good Weapon for dealing melee Slash and Pierce Damage in Combat. Its accompanying unique skill can also allow the user to draw the weapon at great speed for an instant slash attack and fires off a wave of light.
Katana forged of glintstone.
Masterpiece of a Sellian swordsmith.
Light enwreathes the blade when sheathed, explaining its Moonveil moniker.-Due to its extremely high role, this weapon is extremely enhanced with near-indestructibility. Its skill is further enhanced so that when the skill is activated and this sword is swung, a wave of sword light appears. It is red in color and carries a hint of the Rune of Death, allowing anything it cuts to be hit with True Death. This almost guarantees their demise and slows down any form of regeneration. This weapon appears near this area.)
Worse than the first. My ears registered nothing. No ringing. No impact. Just silence. A suffocating, oppressive quiet that felt as if the world had been hollowed out and replaced with raw pressure. My body rattled under the force, air tearing past me in violent currents, my own Aura flaring instinctively against it. I scrambled to see through the smoke and debris, desperate for any sign of her. The destruction had no pattern. No logic. Just chaos and force, compressing everything around it. And then I felt it, the pull of a third blast, air bending, energy screaming inwards, compressing into a singularity of force. I didn't wait. I couldn't. Everything I had left, every ounce of Aura, every reserve of strength, I threw into my Semblance. I surged forward. My body blurred, snapping through space with all the speed and desperation I could muster. Time felt fractured, reality bending around me as I crossed the distance. And there she was. The Demon. Only one arm remained. The rest? Gone. Torn, mangled, destroyed. But it didn't make her weaker. Not even close. If anything, she seemed sharper, more focused, more predatory. Her posture was low, coiled like a spring, muscles tensed and ready. Her grin stretched wide and feral, eyes locked onto mine with cold satisfaction. Terror ran through me, raw and sharp. She was terrifying. And Yang, She was nowhere to be seen. For a single, horrifying second, a thought slithered into my mind, was she completely obliterated? My chest tightened so sharply it felt like I couldn't breathe. No. No, no, no. I refused to accept it, and yet that seed of fear lingered. The Demon's remaining arm began to glow brighter than before, energy coiling, compressing, compressing. I had no time. No plan. No strategy.
My brain screamed at me to act, and I obeyed instinctively.
I reached out blindly with my Semblance, grabbing at anything, any power I have.
My fist shot forward, driven by panic, fear, and raw, unrefined instinct.
The moment my hand made contact, the world flipped.
Up became down. The sky vanished.
The ground twisted and warped like molten wax.
Air shredded across my skin, senses torn apart as if reality had been ripped and reshaped around that single, violent impact.
Colors bled. Shapes twisted. My mind couldn't keep
up.
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3/15=https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Cinder_Fall - Cinder Fall[8] is the secondary antagonist of RWBY. She is a member of Salem's Inner Circle and was the leader of her own faction. She is also the current Fall Maiden. Her machinations are the driving force behind the events of the first three volumes and cemented her as the main antagonist of the Beacon Arc. She made her debut in the first episode of Volume 1, "Ruby Rose".- due to the extremely high role cinder fall will investigate this area for Grimm scarcity she views this as a chore that Salem has given her therefore she won't be hostile at first encounter and due to this it'll take her awhile to appear.
Then nothing, nothing, nothing at all there was no sound no sensation only quiet and the vision of red that was all I could see red. red all around me