Beauty and the Beast [Joint Training / DP / R]

[Santa Ajora]

TTP (Above was SP)

Umaroth was actually standing up to an alpha, a tremendous feat. When that torrential hurricane of downward force finally dissapated and the lizard suddenly leapt up into the air and stabbed his horns up into the weasel's body, it actually registered the pain, and when Umaroth twisted and sent the weasel flying with that kick, those horns did their work, twisting the air as it soared and causing massive shredding gales to blast outward from it's body, shredding the mold that had been trying to grow over it's form, not only that but blasting that cloud outward, spreading Umaroth's mold around them, but blasting it away from being too close to it's actual body.

The beast skidded to a halt along the sky, panels of spiritual energy forming along the pads of it's feet as it suddenly twisted, slamming it's foot into a reishi platform and then turning, crouching against the vertical panel as Umaroth would see it's claws digging into the surface, as if slinging to the side of a tree. And it growled, narrowing it's eyes as four spiraled horns grew from it's spine in a quadruple helix. However, unlike the other horns, these twisted in the opposite direction.

Those muscles suddenly bulged, the best seeming largely uninhibited by the wounds to it's gut, having seemed to have flexed the wounds closed as it was still high on adrenaline. With a sudden dull THOOM it suddenly was streaking toward umaroth, only this time there was a difference, it was hunched over, and those horns channeled the air and shot it straight up into the air in a powerful spiral, and instead of bursting outward, it created a vacuum, one that immediately dragged in the air surrounding the weasel, only to thrust it in a spiral up into the air, and as Umaroth watched, a literal tornado would form before him, a massive twister shredding the ground as the weasel charged toward him, that artificial funnel twisting up into the clouds as that newborn tornado was dragged allong from Umaroth's point of view, though in actuality, the twisters were being left behind, lagging behind the speed of the weasel.

As it charged, no less than five twisters spawned in the weasel's wake, and just as it was about to slam into Umaroth, those spikes slid back into it's body. No longer controlled by the beast clan's twisted horns, all five of those twisters broke formation, spreading out instead of going into a straight line, and all five of those cyclones spread out in a terrible fan of destruction, heading right for Umaroth with a tremendous width to the rather insane at tack.

On Santa's end things were not going as well either. As she formed those various traps, bone launchers, and even directly attacked that bladed weasel, the monster swatter, blocked, or just ignored the weaker attacks of the hollow. As she rushed toward them, several rows of arms sprang up from the ground, having spent almost half a minute hiding under their feet before springing up and firing thick shards of bone at the beast, and with a quick spiraling charge it shredded them and then slammed into Santa, plowing her into the ground and causing her to wince as several more ribs shattered, that flesh thankfully taking much of the punishment as it rose off of her prone form int order to howl out.

And Santa narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth and twitching as she did her best to power through the pain, those different limbs surrounding her growing sluggish, not acting as quickly as her mind was focused on her main body instead of the flesh she had all around her. As she staggered up onto her hooves she was breathing heavily, her eyes narrowed as she shivered in place, flesh still shedding from her body, but unlike normal, there were ALSO real injuries, the bones that fall from her chest and piled onto the floor, different from the bones that she just grew naturally. She was very injured.

(Using 15 TTP to learn Bala

But there was more than just her bones. She had to think, she had to try and beat this thing. She shakily rose up to her full height, her chest swelling as her spiritual power welled up inside of her. With a sudden crackle of spiritual power , four little hands grew out of her chest and shoulders, and suddenly a barrage of spiritual bullets blared out. And unlike physical attacks, the spiritual bullets, even though they were weak, still slammed into the beast clan, exploding on impact and causing them to stagger, the beast's body much more susceptable to spiritual harm than physical.

It wasn't much, but at least it was something. Truth be told... she would not be able to fight this thing without umaroth. She would have to wait until he was done with his fight and then get his assistance... OR.... several eyes growing along her spine shifted, eyeing the massive set of tornados going Umaroth's way. She'd have to hope he survived this attack, but after that? Hopefully she'd get a chance to ulcera to his position, and from there, she could have him quickly change gears, take out the salad shooter, and then they could take care of windy. He had the much stronger opponent, she could see that. So once they took down her enemy, they could focus on his.

She just hoped it would work.

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Looks like Umaroth miscalculated. He had assumed that this fight would have been over after that attack, but hadn't quite counted on this beasts Yaseishin to be able to tear away the maturing mold that had begun sprouting on its body. What's more the wind had pushed away the cloud, spreading Umaroths mold spores along the earthen floor and some of Santa Ajora's ripped apart gore. But his headbutt had been successful. He had left some holes in the weasel, and its blood currently streaked itself down his head, staining his horns and feathers. Umaroth watched as the creature stopped falling, resting itself on platforms of reishi. Huh. This thing could do the same kind of thing Umaroth could do. The reptiles glowing green eyes narrowed as he stared up at the weasel.

The downtime between attacks allowed another cloud of mold to appear around the reptile. Why were these things attacked them anyways? Had he and Santa intruded on their territory? No, if that had been the case Umaroth would have picked up on their scent. He smelt nothing but swamp smells and Santa's droppings. He snarled, those green eyes widening in response to the new transformation the weasel was undergoing. A new series of horns sprouted out of its body. What was their purpose? Why did Umaroth receive such a strong feeling of dread and anxiety when he saw them? Those natural instincts were kicking in. Like an early warning system he became aware of how dangerous those spiraling spikes were. But he didn't understand why they were dangerous.

The weasel began its charge. The wind was sucked into the horns. Ejecting out of those horns were twisters of great size, like the towering Hollows earlier. Umaroths eyes widened as one by one more of these twisters formed behind the charging weasel. Just...just what was this power? It was true that Umaroth was still discovering the limits to his own abilities, but something on this scale was just absurd! For a brief second, for just a brief second, when Umaroth had his eyes on the weasel he saw someone else. It was split. It was like he blinked. But for just that brief instant, Umaroth could have sworn he saw Ajraka. But that was crazy. Ajraka wasn't here. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or was this something else? Was facing this weasel causing Umaroth to relive when he fought Ajraka? Was the sensation he was feeling now how he felt when he first faced the otter?

Why was he thinking about her now? He gagged as the weasel slammed into him, causing him to cough up some mixture of flood as he was sent bouncing backwards, hitting the ground like a stone thrown across water. His feelings towards her was conflicted, confusing. She brought him to a world he did not understand. She damaged his pride. But at the same time, she had offered a hand of friendship to him that no other had given him before. She'd shown him there was more outside of his limited world. There was more to life than just hiding in his lake. And what did he do? He ran away from her. In fairness, he was still...under developed. The white desert, the ship, herself, the crew, his growth, it was all too much. Like a panicked animal he had fled. He came crawling back to his lake. So did he hate her or did he care for her? God he didn't know. Why was he even thinking this at this time?

He pushed himself to his feet, the injuries caused by the weasels charge and shredding wounds becoming covered over by the black and red mold. All Umaroth knew was that he needed to keep fighting. If he kept fighting, if he kept going, then he'd be able to see Ajraka again. And once he did that he'd know how he felt about her. Grinding his teeth together, Umaroth felt himself hunching forward, his fingers curling together with tremors. He hurt, but he was nowhere near ready to back down. That growing pressure inside him exploded outwards in an ear piercing roar. This fight was awakening the power inside him. Strengthening it. Pushing it forward. Pushing him forward.

Those twisters were still coming. Their approach had been altered, now coming like a wall towards Umaroth to crush him. But something had happened. Umaroths determination, fighting spirit, will, whatever, had caused his power to evolve. Perhaps the weasel didn't notice it, but the ground where Umaroth had been, knocked across, had become a nesting bed of the mold that was growing on the reptile. The spores were able to grow on more than just people now. Umaroth noticed this, and a idea came to his simple little mind. As a pair of the twisters approached a sizeable cluster of the mold, Umaroth let out a trigger roar. All of the mold suddenly hissed, turning a solid red color, and then violently exploding with newfound strength. The twisters close to the explosion were going to be the ones affected.

The force of the explosion would affect the base of the twisters. A disruption in the winds at the base would affect the entire twister, weakening it or even destroying it. Umaroth didn't affect all of them, but his explosions would have affected two of them. Just enough that his Shunpo assisted jump would let him clear the danger zone and get on the other side of the twisters path. He may not have been able to make twisters but, just maybe, his powers could be used in some creative ways than he thought. His green eyes drifted over towards Santa Ajora for a moment. She looked like she was having trouble. The weasel she fought was different than the one he was facing. A growl escaped from between his lips as he thought over the options.

He was having trouble with this one. If this weasel could simply repel his growths, then Umaroth was going to be here all day. The creature could attack from a distance, and its abilities afforded it both close and long range protection. It could repel the cloud, and tear away the growth. When Umaroth looked over at Ajraka, he noticed that the weasel she was fighting did not have such wind abilities. Those glowing greens narrowed as an idea began taking shape inside that skull. His gaze dancing to the weasel he was fighting for a moment, Umaroth quickly crouched and suddenly vanished when he leapt. He used another Shunpo, and Santa Ajora would suddenly feel a weight on her shoulder. "Switch!" Umaroth barked suddenly right into the side of her face, before propelling himself off of her shoulder like a cannon right at the second weasel.

His eyes didn't deceive him. This weasels Yaseishin gave it a different form. And there was a scent. Umaroth's nostrils were picking up on something. A vinegar scent. He knew this scent. A Hollow used acid powers against him before. It too smelled like vinegar. He was right. This thing had a different power to the one he was just fighting. If this thing didn't have any sort of obnoxious barrier surrounding it, then Umaroth could let loose without resolve. He was aiming to get right in the weasels face and go wild. If his plan succeeded, then Umaroth would assault the weasel with a barrage of clawed swipes. Rip flesh. Draw blood. It didn't matter. The goal was to get in close. Do damage. Spread the growth. If the weasel engaged Umaroth this way, responding to his flurry of attacks with close ranged defense, then the cloud surrounding Umaroth would do its job. Granted, Umaroth DID leave Santa to deal with the stronger weasel.

[Santa Ajora]

Ajora was a little amazed at the sight of it, even among the tornado, that massive twister was something to see, and with that sudden explosion of concussive energy, two of the twisters veered sharply, suddenly moving to either side as the fames fueled them, but they were also pushed away from one another, giving Umaroth that gap he needed to move through as those twisters shredded the landscape behind him. And before that weasel could respond, Umaroth was using Ajora as a springboard, shouting at her before he was suddenly propelled at the other weasel. Umaroth hit them hard, and that sudden assault was devastating, catching the beast completely off guard, staggering back before it writhed, Umaroth's superior strength allowing him to ripi at it's face, causing it to drop and hiss in agony as it suddenly turned and attempted to outright flee.

Seeing it's mate running off, the Alphess hissed loudly, suddenly leering at both Umaroth and Santa as it's body seemed to steam, and suddenly it was on all fours, it's fur bristling as it glared at the two of them, and suddenly it's body crunched. There was a loud shudder as it's form suddenly twisted, and those horns grew out LONGER, and a much STRONGER burst of reiatsu erupted from it's body as it grew in size once again. It took a deep breath, it's chest swelling up as it let out TREMENDOUS Roar! Suddenly the air was forced from it's lungs, as well as special pits in it's body at the base of those new horns, and that air was twisted just like before, and suddenly a MUCH larger tornado burst into existence, surrounding the Weasel, but unlike the others, this twister stayed on top of them and simply began growing, wider and wider, reaching 10 meters wide in no time, and continuing to grow rapidly as it simply began swallowing up it's surroundings, the sound of that roar not being swallowed up by the tornado, but being amplified by that monsterous storm.

The wing was RAGING, it had released a higher class of Yaseishin. (Music link)

Whilst so many beasts went full strength off the bat, this monster had merely been releasing at a low class version of it's release, and now that it's mate had been injured, she was unleashing the highest class release available to her. With that tornado growing rapidly, shredding up it's surroundings, it was soon easily twenty meters wide and continuing to swell, shredding up Umaroth's mold and even Ajora's growth of flesh, throwing them up and into the clouds as it ravaged the area around itself.

Ajora staggered and hissed, as for just a moment it was bombarded with sensory overload. All of those eyes and ears she had spawned that had been sucked up by the tornado suddenly bombarded with that horrible roar and the turmoil of that twister, she cut off the mental connection and grimaced, taking just a moment to focus as she grunted, raising her arm and opening her palm, aiming her hand at the growing twister, several skeletal hands growing from the ground around her, as she fired no less than ten bala from those raised hands, those explosive bullets peppering the twister in an attempt to stop it. And for just a moment, it twisted, winding and swerving in place as it exploded outward, a sudden massive wind rushing out as it seemed to shed it's outer layers, shrinking in size as it re-stabilized. It was the best she could do. The thing at least had stopped growing for a few seconds, she hoped that with Umaroth, something would be done about this thing's rampage.

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If Umaroth was not a feral animal and had the thought processes of a human, he'd mentally be screaming YES over and over again. But instead he found a savage and sick satisfaction each time his claws met with flesh, each time knuckles hit fur, each time he damaged the weasel. He could fill those clawed digits ripping through fur and flesh. He smelled blood. But simple physical injuries were not all that Umaroth was dealing to the second weasel. Its body began to become covered in fresh mold as more and more of bare flesh came to touch the cloud of spores. The reptiles assault stopped though when the weasel began to flee. His green eyes narrowed as he caught glimpses of the thick layers of mold covering the fleeing beast, before turning his attention to the one that he'd been fighting before.

Having attacked its mate, Umaroth was not surprised at the rage seething from the weasel. But what did catch him by surprise was yet again another transformation and unleashing of power. Was this thing releasing its Yaseishin in stages rather than all at once? Upon realizing that, Umaroth was filled with a new wave of irritation. This weasel had been cocky. And realizing that made Umaroth mad. Had it released its powers fully at the beginning then Santa Ajora and Umaroth himself would have been put in a bad spot, and perhaps even slaughtered at these weasels hands. One of his arms raised itself defensively when the weasel roared and unleashed its evolved ability. A twister, larger than the others, surrounding it like a wall. Damn. And Umaroth thought the shredding winds were enough of a problem.

His eyes narrowed once again as his primitive brain began bouncing ideas back and forth. Catching sight of the mold that had been growing a top the mud suddenly being sucked up into the vortex gave the reptile an idea. He looked over his shoulder once more at the other weasel, seeing that it too was still covered in the growth. His power wasn't going to last much longer. His teeth found themselves crunching together as he lowered his head and arched his back slightly. He pulled his arms close to his chest and dug those clawed toes into the mud, before swinging his head upwards and releasing a tremendously loud roar at the top of his lungs. The detonation roar sounded, causing the mold to being their chain reaction.

All at once it went off. The weasel that dripped acid. The mold on the ground. And even what was circling around in that twister. All at once it lit up. The acidic weasel would most likely be blown apart, reduced to globules of blood and chunks of meat. The twister though was the interesting one. The explosion of all that mold caught up in it would cause the twister to ignite. The heat and following force might have some kind of adverse affect on the weasel inside the twister.

[Santa Ajora]

Ajora was actually rather impressed when that blast finally ignited the tornado. As it were, the fleeing weasel actually had it's yaseishin still active, and that moss had melted from it's body from that acid before it was able to detonate, but that enormous tornado roared as it was suddenly fueled from the inside, the entire landscape seeming to burst into flame as that enormous cyclone turned bright red and burned away, suddenly expanding outward as it became even more powerful, the windpseed increasing rapidly before suddenly it began listing off to the side, the howling no longer audible.

Ajora wasn't actually sure what had happened, but when that twister finally seemed to run it's course, there was nothing but a twisted spiral of glass where the ground had once been, that insane heat having completely glassed the earth beneath that twister, leaving both her and the Lizard to pant as they recovered from the ordeal, her attention shifting toward Umaroth, giving him a rather thoughtful look for a moment, as if contemplating something for a moment before gently she reached out, and patted the top of his head, bone slithering across her arm, keeping that blood and gore underneath so that she could pet him without actually covering him in that shit.

"We did it. I did not think we would. You are certainly worth not eating my scaly friend. You must tell me your name." She noted with a pleased look, and admittedly, she did have to confess. She could hardly eat him now. Not JUST because of her own honor, but there was something else. He was much stronger than she had figured. with that last attack, he had done a lot of damage, and he seemed strangely resilient despite his injuries. She was too weak. Much too weak to be trying to consume a monster like him.... no. For now, she would allow herself to simply remain in Umaroth's good graces. For now...he did serve a purpose as something of a quasi-bodyguard. At least until she left the area.

" Thank you. I will be sure to give your village a wide berth from now on. They will be safe. This I promise you." she assured him. A simple enough promise to make. All in all, the village wasn't even that populated. That ontop of the fact that umaroth was guarding it, meant that it was a very unworthy target. She was much better off feasting at the rukongai. "I shall return to my world. For now. I do not want to attract more of.... those." A brief glance at where that weasel had once stood.

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And...that was the end of that. Umaroth slammed his tail into the earth before erupting with a triumphant roar into the sky. Closing his mouth, slamming those jaws shut, he finally began to reverse the transformation done to his body. Shrinking in size, those extra horns sinking back into his body, extra feathers falling off, in a matter of moments Umaroth was back to how he looked before. Steam rose off of his body once it was done. Those glowing green eyes had become blue once more. Snorting, Umaroth shook his head a few times and rolled his shoulders. He was making sure everything worked after that fight. A deep breath escaped his mouth, as the exhaustion from that fight caught up to him. And then he felt something touching his head. He blinked, turning his head and throwing a sharp glare at Santa Ajora for patting him like a dog.

But...he allowed it. He grumbled, but he chose to allow it. She earned it, though it was stupid as hell, for fighting the way she did. She began talking, expressing surprise that they had won and even telling him that he was worth not eating. She'd been thinking of eating him? If he had eyebrows he'd have raised one, but he instead cast a frown at the Hollow. She wanted his name? Sliding his tail across the ground, Umaroth snorted once more. "Umaroth." And there was the real name. He'd felt she earned to know what he was truly called. They'd fought and worked together to overcome this trial. She'd earned it.

He was surprised when she stated she would avoid his village for this. He blinked, looking at her, before his gaze softened and he nodded to her in thanks. She underestimated how relieved he was to hear her say that. It wouldn't have been enjoyable bringing down a Hollow he'd fought alongside of. "Worse is out there. Strength is needed to survive. They were smart...being together. Perhaps..." Umaroth began, his eyes closing softly as some thoughts began bubbling to his head. His tail dragged itself across the ground as he began walking, heading back in the direction of where his lake was. He wanted to sleep. But he stopped suddenly. "In your world of white...if you see another like me that's not like me...tell her I..." Umaroth began, but then shut his mouth after a few moments. "No. Nothing. Hunt well, Santa Ajora." He said in goodbye, turning his head to look at her one more time before the dark scaled reptile vanished into the night, and then into the murky depths.

[Santa Ajora]

125 total Paragraphs

Umaroth: 125 para of TTP ->625 TTP Awarded

Ajora: 32 para for TTP -> 160 -15 for bala= 145 TTP awarded
92 Paragraphs for SP -> 230 SP Awarded

3 class 8 humans 180 CTP
4 class 8 BC 400 CTP
1 class 8 Hollow 50 CTP

+630 Consumption CTP for Ajora