Snake Smack Down

The **** of the blast is enough to throw the girls and yourself far from the point of impact, Blair flying from your shoulder and joining the lighter and more nimble girls farther away from the slightly confused pink haired girl and her growing entourage. In a swift spin of your body you are back up on your feet and facing the growing group, a small glance over your shoulder showing that your girls are fine thus letting you put all of your focus your mounting curiosity on the odd people before you.

Yet, as much as the pink girls friends might interest you the shattered earth at your feet is a more immediate concern and with a swift flick of your wrists you bring your dual blades into a very familiar cross shaped pattern, “Hana kaze midarete, kashin naki, tenpū midarete, tenma warau!” With a sharp pull and a brilliant flash Kyokotsu Katen come into their own, their released forms bursting forth from the bright illumination and for once giving you a moment to stop and look over the opponents in your path.

Pulling her odd looking black blade from the ground is the pink haired girl, her incredibly slim and fragile looking form covered from ankle to neck in a rather tight and surprisingly simple black dress. The young woman’s eyes, as you had noted before, hold a note of sadness and a look of defeat so deep that to simply gaze upon them is slightly soul crushing. In the back of your mind you are reminded of Nemu and her bastard of a Taicho, the lovely doctor beating her down until she was nothing but a soulless puppet despite her obviously kind and generous nature. This alone sets fire to your blood as your hands clench along the hilt of your blades, your body turning to face the group with menacing eyes and a deep seated hope to spot whomever had done this to the poor young woman.

Standing directly behind the girl with a calm and slithering smirk is a woman that almost makes your skin crawl while at the same time making your heart flip a bit in your chest. Her face, smoothly and sensually angled, reminds you a great deal of Snakey-hime but those brilliantly glowing golden eyes hold a hint of mischief and sadism that you decidedly attach to Anko in a heartbeat. All along her slim and seductive form the woman wears a pitch black body suit complete with hood and lacking sleeves or shoes of any description. Instead, all along the woman’s arms are winding tattoos of striking serpents while her feet walk bare upon the dusty earth.

To the left of the snake like woman is a thin looking girl whose outfit almost causes you to do a double take, her ridiculous motif of polka dots and pristine white platform boots almost making you laugh out loud for her poor choice in clothing. Her face seems to be locked in a perpetual smile with large black dots on either end of her mouth and sitting atop her silver haired head is a dark burnt orange hat that on second glance reminds you decidedly of a massive frog squatting upon her skull.

Finally, the last of the group is a very tall and more mature looking woman with an incredibly buxom build who has her more than generous curves all trapped within what you would pin as a stereotypical black and white striped prison uniform. Her body is nothing less than stunning with a definite tone and tension to her muscular structure that almost has you raise an eyebrow and give slow wolf whistle from her athletic build. After breaking your gaze from the woman’s massive melons you look up into her face and find that on top of grinning at you like an absolutely starving loon her teeth seemed to be filed sharp, not nearly as pointed as Souls but enough to give you a second thought about her attitude on ‘love bites.’ The woman’s face holds and untamed quality to it, a rowdiness that continues up into the wild mane of medium length dark brown hair that sits atop her head. Finally, gazing into the woman’s eyes you find that while her right eye is completely normal and holds a dark brown tone the other has a pupil that is replaced by several strange markings made to look like a rounded pupil.

Turning away from the wild woman and to the dusky blond whom you believe to be the leader you speak up, “let me guess, you were the one were the one who said something about a test?”

Chuckling a bit the woman nods, her hand reaching out and patting the top of the pink haired girls head eliciting a jolt from the pinkette and a slight increase in your glare, “That would be correct John-kun…the name is Medusa and this is my daughter Crona.” Waving her hand away from Crona to the other two Medusa introduces the others as well, “And these are my associates, Eruka Frog and Free the woman with the Demon Eye”

“Nice to meet you John-kun, geko,” Eruka says with a cute little wink, her frog hat joining in on the fun which causes a slight shiver to travel up and down your spine.

“Hm…yeah he’s hot and he’s got some interestin’ weapons but he still doesn’t look that tough at all,” the larger Free says, her hand idly stroking her angled chin as she gives you a lecherous leer from head to toe, “How about a round or two before the REAL fun starts.”

“John-kun!” A voice calls from behind you, the familiar tone of Maka filling your ears as she speaks, “Watch out for those people! Medusa, Free, and Eruka are powerful magic users and Crona is infected with Black Blood! It makes her almost invincible to any weapon we have!”

“Hold on John-kun! The great and wonderful me will help you just like we all will, right!?” The unmistakable boisterous tone of Star is quickly joined by a chorus of agreements and cheers from the rest but they are quickly silenced as you speak again.

“No,” You bark out, your hands tensing on your blades as you speak again, “all of you stay back and keep safe! I can’t allow myself to let any of you be hurt…these four are after me and I won’t let you get caught in the crossfire!”

Your speech, as heroic and cheesy as it sounds to yourself apparently is a point of great amusement for Medusa, her voice rising up in dark laughter as she speaks, “Oh Johnny-kun, that is so cute! Trying to be a hero…I guess it comes with being a Deadman-Shinigami.”

With a snort you allow your blades to softly grind against one another, the echoing sound of scratching metal filling the air as you speak, “Enough talking Medusa, you said you had a test so throw it at me before I decide to not stop at kicking your ass.”

Medusa chuckles again, her tone turning dark as her face takes on a very serpentine look, “Very well Johnny-kun…but first, Free-chan, if you could?”

Your gaze instantly turns to free, the larger woman deepening her smirk as she cracks her knuckles and nods, “Yeah, I got it.” With a deep breath Free spreads out her arms and closes her right eye, that odd looking left eye seeming to spark to life with a brilliant green hue as a similar emerald glow begins to gather in her now wide open palms, “Wolf, wolf, wolves, wolf, wolves, wolves! Spatial Magic: Independent Cube!”

Your eyes snap open in surprise as you turn to face your girls only to find them trapped within a brilliantly glowing emerald box, an unbreakable barrier surrounding them and making it impossible to contact them by any means, “What…What the hell did you do!?”

Turning around with a snarl you are quickly thrown on the defensive as Crona rushes forward, that odd blade of hers seeming to vibrate with a screeching tune as it comes in contact with Katen Kyokotsu. “Oh they are unharmed Johnny-kun,” Medusa hisses, her arms crossing triumphantly over her chest as she speaks, “but we decided to prepare a trap for them just in case they decided to be heroes…which they have a very annoying tendency to do.”

You growl as Crona seems to push her advantage at your loss of concentration, her blade strikes raining down like lightning strikes as you do your best to dodge and block every blow, “Let them go or so help me I will make you wish you were never born!”

“You are not inspiring much confidence in that threat Johnny-kun,” Medusa chuckles, her arms crossed over her chest as the cube at your back completely solidifies into an impenetrable square of spatial magic, “Perhaps you need more…incentive…”

Medusa chuckles as Free releases her open armed stance, letting out a deep sigh as she scratches the back of her neck with a tired grumble, “All set Medusa, the cube should stay up for a full hour now since we had all the prep work with the arithmetic magic finished before they got here.”

Medusa watches with an amused gaze as you try your best to fend off Crona, the pink haired girl’s attacks only seeming to pick up speed while you rely more and more on blocking to survive the fray. With a mind full of confidence Medusa turns to face Free and Eruka, her serpent like grin widening as she addresses the taller wild woman and her smaller associate with a low hiss, “Excellent, now Free-chan, Eruka-chan, begin shrinking the cube if you will…I think Johnny-kun needs some proper motivat- “

In the middle of her speech Mesuda’s lips snap shut and one of her arms shoots out from its resting position at her side. In seconds the previously empty hand is filled with the flying form of the pink haired Crona as the sheer **** of your enraged counter attack nearly launches her into the group like a human bowling ball. With a curious gaze Medusa looks down upon a freshly incapacitated Crona, the few seconds of attention she failed to pay to your fight seemingly being of great consequence as Crona is now **** and bleeding from several spots on her body despite the distinct advantage of her mentally controlled armor like black blood.

With great surprise and an even greater sense of fascination in her eyes Medusa turns to you, your body simply simmering with rage as wave after wave of reatsu flows from your form, “Enough games Medusa! If you won’t stop then I’ll just make you stop!”

Medusa’s carefully prepared and biting comeback dies catches in her throat as you vanish in a burst of shunpo, the sheer movement speed of your body leaving her utterly stunned and without a single moment to react before you reappear mere inches away from her face, “What the-“

Those are the only words that Medusa can get out before you slam the butt of your blade into her stomach, every last bit of air in her lungs being driven out from your merciless strike to her gut, “There is one thing you never do and it’s fuck with my family Medusa.” Medusa’s eyes widen in surprise not only at your movement speed but also at your actions, the sword handle in her stomach increasing in pressure until she is pulled completely from her feet and held above you body like some twisted human trophy. However, just as quickly as she is lifted into the air you drive Medusa back to the ground, a powerful earth shattering thrust that knocks Medusa out with a single powerhouse slam.

Turning from the now blacked out Medusa you face the other two present in the room, the terrified and the wildly grinning Free meeting your gaze as you speak with a low, no nonsense tone, “Last chance, give up now and you won’t get hurt.”

Eruka is in the edge of fainting from fear, her body trembling as she nods her head and shakily begins to reply, “Alright I’ll sur-“

“Are you nuts?” Free suddenly shouts, her grin seeming to widen even further as she swiftly settles into a low fighting stance, “First you knock out Crona then catch Medusa off guard…hell, I’d be insane if I let you out of here without fighting you first!”

You mimic Frees form as you lower into your own offensive stance, our swords held in a guarding position as you speak, “Fine then, let’s see what you can do…Free-chan.”

While your words spark a slight blush to cross Free’s face this does nothing to halt her preparations for battle, her body starting to grow and transform before our eyes as she softly chants, “Wolf, wolves, wolf, wolf, wolf, wolves!” Sure enough, before long you find yourself face to face with a tall werewolf woman, her imposing stature and larger musculature doing nothing to hide her inherent feminine physical features.

With her transformation complete, Free offers up a wolfish smile, her tongue gliding over her gleaming white fangs as she huskily growls, “Let’s go Johnny-kun!”