[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia & [color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color][/center][/h2]
[center]Midgar- Arahabaki[/center]
[center]Lvl 12 Geralt (165/120) -> Lvl 12 (167/120) [/center]
[center]Lvl 6 Zenkichi - (42/60) -> Lvl 6 (44/60)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 842 words[/center]

As the battle raged on, both Zenkichi and Geralt found themselves flagging. Each heal from Sandalphon, and each pass from Blazermate before she had to peel off and heal somebody else, was like a fleeting breath of air to a drowning man. Even the Hateful Flesh could not fully affect the Legions now that Geralt was cleansed of much of the Redshift she'd received (and the Blue Evolve), which made her progress much slower than it could have been. The massive cleaver still kept the Akira clones further back than they might have liked, but with X-batons that could transform into blasters, even that couldn't keep her safe from them. 

Strikers were summoned, Signs were used, and Zenkichi threw in some serious AoE with Triple Down, Megido, Megidola, and even One-Shot Kill due to how close some of the clones were. They did their best to scatter whenever Zenkichi's gaze turned on them after the first couple of attacks, but the fairly wide areas of his skills meant that Zenkichi soon found himself a priority target, aside from the medics. Which was another problem, because it prompted Geralt to transform to her LCCB Assistant Manager Identity and take the defensive. This, of course, prompted a full-out assault from a half-dozen Akira clones, which chained her down and pummeled hier practically into oblivion. A careful application of Aard once she was free sent the closest ones stumbling, which Zenkichi followed up on by frying a pair with Megido while the others backed off to regroup. Geralt quickly shot the Spirits left behind, ignoring the items they turned into and firing on the clones.

Hayato's appearance marked the turning point of the fight, though for a moment it looked as though the young Neuron officer proved to be no match for the sheer number of clones at Y's disposal. Then, however, he fused with his own Legion, becoming a monstrous-looking hybrid and once more unleashing a brutal series of attacks on his sister's clones. [color=BFBFBF]"Damn, kid..."[/color] Zenkichi muttered, dodging out of the way of a Sword Legion's blades and returning his attention to survival. 

And after a short while of the Hayato fusion slaughtering clones, Y decided that enough was enough, and called them off. Panting, Zenkichi leaned on his sword while Geralt summoned the Judicator to provide extra healing while the Seekers regrouped in the moment of peace. It didn't last long, however, as Y had the clones start executing one another, making Zenkichi pause. Geralt, however, had an idea of what was about to come, and turned her gun on the Spirits with a cry of "Stop him! He's going to Fuse!" 

It was futile, however, as the Spirits barely lasted moments before being corrupted, and fusing into masses of red matter that proved rather difficult to destroy. As Y sucked all of the Spirits and red matter into himself, Zenkichi sighed and shook his head. [color=BFBFBF]"Ya know, all this becoming one stuff is reminding me of an anime I watched as a teenager. It didn't work then, buddy, and I doubt it'll work now."[/color] Zenkichi chided, reloading his revolvers. The sight of the corrupted, massive creature made him hum. [color=BFBFBF]"You remind me of the last fake god I killed. Guess you'll be number 2, then."[/color] He stated simply, unloading his revolvers into the Soul of Ambition before pulling out his greatsword. [color=BFBFBF]"Let's do this!"[/color] 

Geralt began firing her pistol at the Consul formerly known as Y, building up Tremor stacks (not that she was sure they'd even do anything) as she walked forward, unloading her pistol and running to the side to avoid a burst of lasers that were fired at the Seekers. "Don't think this is gonna do much..." She relented, transforming back into her normal identity, and pulling free the Hateful Flesh once more. Hopefully this thing would be more vulnerable to it, like the Chimeras were. Geralt rushed to the edge of the hallway platform they were on and leapt to a floating piece of debris, swinging the Hateful Flesh out on its umbilical tether to slash at the Soul of Amibition, before retracting it and pulling forth a glob of explosive flesh and tossing it into the monster's side. She summoned Fizz as well as a flight of Bombers, instructing the Striker to avoid damage as a priority as she moved out of the way of a swipe of the thing's limb.

Zenkichi, meanwhile, jumped to a different platform and paused to take a breath. This thing was big, huge, and dangerous. Exactly like the Demiurge. All he had to do was bide his time, avoid damage, and take whatever opportunities this thing gave to hit it. He played a more patient game than Geralt, given his lack of ranged options besides Valjean and his nearly-depleted revolvers, silently cursing that he didn't have more to work with. It'd come in time, though. Until then, he had to make do with what he had, ordering Valjean to launch a One-Shot Kill at their enemy.