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[h1]Mahora Campus- Ranma's Bento Tree[/h1]
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Ranma gaped for a moment as everyone that was combat capable ripped into the bugs with gusto ranging from the empowered martial arts that he was used to before ranging between what looked like power armor powered by singing, guns, spears of energy, and various other special abilities that he could hear erupting in the other parts of the campus. By the time he was urged int combat, quite a few of the invading insects seemed to have been dead already by his rather capable combatants. It did feel rather nice to see that the people here were good at fighting and thus the pigtailed boy was filled with a brief sense of showsmanship, especially after Jax's urging and Hibiki's aerial combat. 

"Hehe, right. Might as well help sweep up then." Smirking, the boy hopped off the ground with the ease of someone who was used to going against gravity before his body blurred into motion. One leg snapped towards a giant locust, aimed in a way that let his smash its head askew by attacking the more vulnerable neck joint. The momentum was used to spin himself away like a dervish into the next enemy where he reached out and tore off the wings as he passed by, much more willing to pull this maneuver after he faced a certain phoenix king back home. The flightless thing fell down, hastened by a stomp kick that smashed it into the pavement that killed the thing while allowing the teen to somersault gaudily over a giant hornet, leading it to embed its stinger into flying centipede which then wrapped around its attacker and bit at it, the two falling down in mutually assured destruction through poison. "Why are you hurting yourself?" He couldn't help quipping to the suckers even though he knew that the things weren't intelligent enough to understand him, his habits too deeply ingrained to really not use.

It was during his pinballing through the swarm that Ranma just happened to have a view of a neighboring area, which looked more like medieval fantasy land with castles and knights on horseback racing across grassy plains to combat the giant pests alongside footsoldiers and catapults, the sound of steel on carapace ringing in the distance. Frowning thoughtfully as he descended back down to earth before clutching a beetle's leg with his ankles and pulling off what Damian Wayne did even as his ride wove through the air uneasily due to the extra weight that it couldn't get at, the upside down martial artist decided to bellow out his thoughts to everyone else since the battle seemed to be winding down. 

"Hey, after we finish up here, we should see if we can help out the neighbors. Chao's place seems to be rather safe and we might be able to save people that aren't quite as well off as us." Done with voicing his thoughts, Ranma then used his ridiculous trained body's core strength and center of gravity to backflip and fling something that weighed a lot more than him to eat the pavement before jumping atop the thing to jam a sharpened piece of candy cane he picked up during the confusion into its eye to end it while it was stunned.  Looking about, he nodded as he saw the battle winding down as only a handful of things were buzzing about that could easily be cleared by the people here. That was good since it meant everyone here was uninjured and that they could go help out potential victims that much faster. A martial artist had a duty to help those that needed it after all, and for all his bravado and willingness to be underhanded sometimes, the boy had a clear sense of morality. 


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[h1]Seedy Cesspit of Crime and Human Filth, Roanapur[/h1]
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Over in Roanapur, things also seemed to be winding down. Despite the place having a lot more giant arthropods to contend with than over in Mahora, it also had a much bigger population, the majority of which knew how to use brands of firearms that would be illegal even in the state of Texas. Shells, slugs, rockets, napalm, and various other deadly pieces of projectiles thinned the swarm while the more super empowered newcomers took care of the rest. That wasn't to say it was an easy victory though, considering how much blood had been spilled, mostly those who didn't have access to the more heavy weapons or those who didn't belong into the bigger gangs. 

As it was, the den was now bubbling with bloodlust and excitement, the place painted brown and red with the life fluids of both humans and insects. Soon though, an announcement was made throughout the seedy place. Those that were capable would be hired for certain jobs by certain organizations, namely exploration and extermination. Assets had to be protected and if possible, alliances be made with these freaks that seemed to have popped out from comic books and the tellies. Those that had stood out would soon find (heavily armed) messengers from various crime syndicates seeking them out, asking to meet the gangs for future relations. It was completely up to people to either accept or pick another option.