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[h2]Shuten Douji, In the Wake of the Greatest Storm[/h2]
[h3]-Ultimate Attack Foiled, Boyfriend is a Weenie, Sobriety Level Still Unacceptable- 
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This was supposed to be a show of force. A quick and summary execution in a display of blinding power and incandescent fury. The solidification of her new boyfriend's role as the god of thunder in this new age... But that had all gone quite wrong. Quite entirely and terribly wrong. Worse yet, the soft boned fake-Zeus had already ran off, completely spent in just one attack! ...Well, the obvious jokes are in poor taste, but what Shuten thinks of such things should be fairly clear. 

Still, they could have their little couple's spat about his quick shooting later, it would be better for their relationship if Berserker calmed down a bit first before talking with her darling about this mess. Teeth clenched and ground audibly and nails dug into that pale white palm, staining it red as she watched him go. Furious eyes trailed away from the retreating Archer towards the interloping Berserker, to Tesla's unknowing savior, the sacrificial lamb that would absolve the Archer of Lightning of Shuten's wrath for his retreat. 

But even infuriated her eyes opened wide in shock. No. This thing was not like Archer or that faint memory of a memory of Caster where she could simply pummel her foes into the dirt with brute force. No this thing even put Saber to shame with its raw power, these bones were almost as firm as her most beloved... This was not a fight that could be won by just swinging her sword recklessly. A smile crossed her lips as she raised an open bloody palm towards the Berserker. 

"[color=a187be]Finally... A chance to dance with all the savage grace befitting of my station... but first, an introduction.[/color]" A finger with it's bloodied nail curled inward, as if beckoning him forward, and a drop of crimson trailed off towards the dirt. It tumbled through the air in red, and then a very sudden black. The surface of that tiny drop of blood began to shudder and the world itself seemed to shudder with it, as if that falling drop of blood was a swirling microcosm of destruction waiting to be born, waiting to tear the very air around it asunder with untold fury. "...[b][color=a187be]My name is[/color][color=9e0b0f] IBUKI DOUJI![/color][/b]" She had not merely uttered her name, she had incanted an unmistakable deceleration of a heroic spirit's identity. This was the Berserker of Mount Ooe's Noble Phantasm.

And of course as befitting of such her words had no chance to fade or reverberate, they were swallowed by a multi faceted roar that echoed through Miyama. Just as that single drop of bitter black blood spattered against the ground it exploded with sound and fury unheard of by any mortal beast. The head of a shadowy writhing serpent many times larger than Shuten herself burst forth from that single drop, flying towards the enemy Berserker with a speed and strength many times that of Shuten's own and venomous fangs barred wide. 

It was not alone for that was not the first drop to fall, and the earth shook as six more sprung up from beneath the ground to coil and converge upon Berserker's location. The seven heads assaulted from multiple sides, not just behind but even above and below. With snapping fanged mouths slavering poison and a perfect coordination that could only be possible if they were of one mind they would tear the other Berserker limb from limb in the blink of an eye. 

The eighth came from beneath Shuten herself, her feet planted firmly on its head as it carried her forward, sword drawn and face alight with a mix of terrible fury and profound happiness that only an Oni could truly be at peace with. "[color=9e0b0f]...SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?[/color]" Even if he could have answered, would he live long enough to get the words out?

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