[b]Kamen Rider Fifteen, Client World 576143290-B[/b]
On the surface, a number of pale, faceless lanky humanoids with long arms drew closer to a man with a spear shaped like a fish. This game of cat and mouse had been going on for about a week. The monsters would catch up to him, he'd run for a bit, then kill a few, then run more. Takahara had learned from their hunting tactics. One of the creatures' chest opened to reveal the empty black void of its mouth. Anatomically unfeasible, yes, but Takahara had seen stranger.

"It's time for the curtain call, monsters."

With that, he grasped the knife on his belt, bringing it down twice. His helmet glowed a brighter blue as the belt called out...

[b]"POSEIDON AU LAIT! [color=00aeef]SHARK![/color]"[/b]

With that, a number of sharks made of energy flew out, biting into the humanoids repeatedly and holding them steady, as the knife came down three times.

[b]"POSEIDON SPARKING! [color=0072bc]WHALE![/color]"[/b]

Though the sharks were losing their grip on the humanoids, Takahara had accomplished what he needed to. The tremendous ball of energy gathered above, a sphere of water held in place only by surface tension. The ball began boiling, and soon a whale made of plasma dropped onto the humanoid creatures, causing them to turn to ash. Takahara breathed a sigh of relief. Until Shadow Eternity came to rescue their operatives- which, honestly, wasn't likely after being stranded her for a week- it seemed it was up to him to make this world a little less of a shithole and a little more worth conquering.

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[b]Dakro Shieldbearer, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir[/b]

Dakro sat at a table in the ship's mess hall, going through more food. Summoning all those fyora had taken it out of him, and now it was time to recharge his mystical essences with delicious ornk steaks. The growing pile of bones next to his plate hinted at the guardian's massive appetite. The cafeteria didn't even bother trying to issue him meal tickets. If they did, he'd just summon, slaughter, and cook an ornk in the cafeteria. It seemed even time in the multiverse couldn't imbue a man from a semi-medieval mystical culture with an understanding of workplace hygiene or the concept of bacteria.