trans_9 | In Which Zetta is Proud [Closed]

"Strong as you want."

Ah ha. Now he's starting to get a hold on what's bother Ruffnut. Uh, sort of. Maybe. Um.

"Well, there are a couple of tricks to that. On the one hand, there's mental power and training. You figure out a way to ground yourself hard, so you're always yourself, and it's a lot harder to get into your head. On the other, you can do sort of the same thing just by gaining mana power. It's hard to affect someone with a lot of mana power, because they just overwhelm you. Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! Look at me as your example! No one could possess the great Lord Zetta!"

Who would want to?

Train yourself through mental power. She could do that: she remembered that night when she went after Frank D'Amico after he took dad. She remembered that feeling she got right before she went after them: that certainty that she had to take them all out quickly, that either they died or she went down fighting. She closed her eyes a moment and remembered that rush.

But gaining Mana sounded interesting too.

She looked at Ruffnut a moment now, seeing what she was talking about. She knew, quietly, that she would find a way to beat that sort of enemy, and not let it get Ruffnut if it came around. That was just how it had to be.

She was her friend, after all, and she thought she was pretty cool.

"Alright, I want to be that strong." She stated plainly. "I ain't letting stuff like that demonwhateveritwas use me like it did all those others." She cracked her knuckles and did some stretches getting warmed up. "Whatever it takes. Make it happen."

"Good a choice as anyway. So -- what'll it be? Mana training, strength training, mental training, desperation training?"

He... really hoped they didn't pick mental training, because he had no freakin' idea how to do that.

Hit Girl thought a minute. They had already done some strength training right? And likely they'd be getting into some Mana training too, so they left only one other kind of training.

"Why don't we try this desperation training you mentioned. What do we have to do?"

"Desperate sounds about right~" Tuffnut remarked from his new place on the sidelines. He had a bench and what appeared to be an entire roast turkey that he was working on.

Ruffnut shot him a dirty look to tell him to shut up before turning back to Zetta. "What she said." Was her choice in the matter.

"Okay." Not surprising, this was sort of a hero thing. "Okay, you know how when you fought Bowser, you kept going, and did some amazing crap because even though he was stronger, you were determined to win? This is kinda like that. You fight someone really strong, who you have no chance of beating. Most people would just fold if that happened, but not you guys. The idea is, when you get overwhelmed, you perform better. You think up new tricks or respond better or whatever. If you're fighting against someone really strong, your own strength comes out. You get it?"

"Yeah, I get it all right," Hit Girl said. Granted, the last time that happened Frank D'Amico actually had her beat, but that was before she came here. NOW she had a few more tricks up her sleeve, she had magic and she had this barrier jacket with a kick ass cape. She wasn't about to let anything take her down anymore...unless it was going to help her get stronger, after all.

"How strong are we talking?"

Ruffnut's lips actually tugged at the corners, a smirk. She was feeling lousy but if anything would help her forget her horrible betrayal of one of her best friends it would be laying the hurt on some sensorium monster.

"How strong you want? It's a sensorium, I can do almost anything here. Bowser strong, Raiden strong, Micky strong, Pram strong... 'bout the only thing I can't do is ME strong, though I can come pretty close."

He smirked, then paused, then glared at them. "In my own body, damn it. If I wanted you guys to challenge me I'd just ZETTA BEAM you to salsa!"

"Ok, well, exclusing you," Hit Girl said, rolling her eyes, "we're gonna need someone stronger than Bowser. I guess start us off with that Mickey guy and we can go from there. How strong is he?"

Ruffnut was preoccupied with what a Salsa made out of her would look like. More importantly, what was salsa?

Well, it was better than moping.

"Micky... er, Dark Lord Valvoga, the Star Overlord, is a strong Overlord -- strong enough to hang out in my circles, anyway. He's a notorious villain and the final boss of many worlds. That being said -- he's weak. There's actually three parts to him. The bottom part is Dryzen, the dragon. In the middle is Ophelia, the fallen angel. And on top, and technically calling the shots, is Micky, but he's pretty much a doormat for the other two."

As Zetta spoke, the light in the sensorium dimmed as another light rose -- the purple and gold of a summoning, from which the Star Overlord's form slowly arose.

Well, it looked like the Overlord wasn't going to spare any time coddling them. It was just as well though: she hadn't used the magic she actually learned from Negi yet, not had she tried out the barrier jacket and this cape. It would start out as a totally new fight for Hit Girl, and she was already starting to think of the possibilities.

"A dragon and a fallen angel with a demon huh? You sure know how to pull out the stops, Overlord Zetta."

That said, she wasn't going to waste any time. She got alongside Ruffnut and lightly touched her shoulder. "You ready for this?"

Ruffnut jerked away before the words had completely finished leaving Hitgirls mouth letting out a scream worthy of any warlord and rushing the beast, fists blazing lightning. She almost ran over the overlords minion holding him as she threw herself fists flailing at the monster.

This would be a welcome release.

The figure resolved into the massive, imposing figure of Dark Lord Valvoga --just in time for Ruffnut to run headlong at Dryzen's skeletal, open, glowing mouth.

"Oh no!" squawked the upper body, Micky, one of his four hands to his mouth in shock. "I don't want to fight them! You're horrible, Lord Zetta, making us fight innocent girls!"

The face in the middle, Ophelia, snapped, "Cut the crap, Micky. They challenged us, and we're going to teach them what happens to 'innocent girls' who get in our way!"

"BABES LOVE ME!" Dryzen roared, as his massive jaws began to shut on Ruffnut.

"Oh hell no!" This thing looked pretty massive, but no way she was going to let this Dryzen thing take them down. And that innocent girls shit was the last straw after Sasami.

"I'll show you innocent bitch!" Hit girl said. Command Mode Two.

She pulled out a rifle now and let lose several blasts at Dryzen.

Ruffnut saw the world go dark around her as Dryzen closed his mouth. The sparks coming off her fists lit up the insides and let her see her target.

"CHEW ON THIS!" She screamed in the echoing mouth as she began lobbing electrical balls of pain down his throat...or whatever looked like a throat.

"Hey!" Micky commanded in a not-terribly-intimidating voice that immediately turned into a plea. "Don't shoot Dryzen! He's not all bad."

The rifle blasts ricocheted off the skeletal dragon head, making the dragon's eyes cross as it tried to focus on the incoming attacks. The fallen angel's hair whapped a blast away. "Shut up, Micky! We're just constructs from Zetta's imagination anyway. If he says beat up these girls, then we beat up these girls."

"Dryzen doesn't take orders from Zetta!" the dragon roared. Deep in its abbreviated throat, a ball of energy began to build, swiftly growing to outshine Ruffnut's lightning.

Off to the side, the book muttered, "Even as an image, he's a pain."

Ruffnut was definitely in her element today. She couldn't help but like it, and continued shooting, only now she was taking shots at the fallen angel too. She had a feeling that Ruffnut might take out the dragon Dyzen.

At least, she thought that until she saw there was a ball of energy growing in Dryzen.

"Shit!" she said, and ran toward Dryzen. It was a long shot, but maybe it would help. She brought out her wand, ran toward the dragon and yelled,"Practi biginaru Ventus!"

A hard shot of air came from her wand, past Ruffnut, down toward the dragon's throat. If it didn't shoot it back, at least it would do less harm.

Ruffnut weighed her options. Stay and get fried? Not a great option.

With a parting shot at whatever would pass as a uvula in the monster's mouth (Not that she knew what it was called) She ran for the exit and hit the dirt rolling.

Just in time, Ruff! And... it had been a good thought, but the force of the energy stream that roared out of the star dragon's neckless mouth blew aside wind. Plasma split the air like lightning, thunder reverberating through the battlefield as a white-hot column too bright to look at directly poured out and shot into the distance.

"Ohhhh, I don't like this at all!" Micky protested, as a different weapon appeared in each hand.

Below him, Ophelia's hair weaved defensive patterns like a shield, as the angel gave out a noblewoman's laugh.

"HEY BABE!" Dryzen roared at Ruffnut. "Let's get hammered and fool around!"

"DRYZEN!" Micky protested in a full pout. "She's too young for you! And you don't even have the proper parts!"

Zetta, off to the side, watched this with every indication of developing a headache. "I wish they'd picked Pram," he said sidelong to Tuffnut. "...wait, why the hell am I talking to you?"

Good. With Ruffnut out of there she could definitely concentrate on taking down this guy. It was gonna be close to impossible, considering the way he was constructed, but then the Overlord had made them fight this guy for a reason.

Time to get down to business.

"Watch your mouth, cockmunch," she said to the dragon, then closed her eyes. Let's see how it ate magic. Heck, she hadn't even shown this to Ruffnut yet.

"Practi Biginaru: Saggiita Magica Dos Lucis!" Two beams of light formed in her hands and shot out directly toward Dryzen.

Ruffnut looked up just in time to watch Hit Girl fire the magic into their enemies and she had to admit it was impressive.

But there was no way she was gonna let Hit Girl carry them both in this training. Ruffnut sprang to her feet and went scrambling up the side of the massive beast. She was surprisingly agile, like a monkey as she worked her way up the side of the triple beast.

The upper body let out the most shocked gasp imaginable. "What a terrible WORD! You watch your language young lady!" Micky drew a swift crossed slash with a sword and an axe; the contrails, flickering with energy, blasted forward in a broad X that roared as it raced towards Hit Girl.

"HEY!" Dryzen roared. "Come back! I'm not done hitting on you!" It couldn't reach Ruffnut, but as she climbed, Ophelia's hair balled into a semblance of a fist and swatted at her with far more power behind the blow than it seemed ought to be behind the attack. Zetta had called Valvoga weak, but he'd only meant in comparison to him...

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