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Shuten Douji, Sailing Through the Air

Oh he had really dug himself in, Orochi really did have him pinned completely. His vain attempt to repel the phantasmal beast with raw strength was certainly amusing, but in a brute force contest of true strength versus strength no one would beat that thing. Still, even as an enemy Shuten deeply admired both that strength, even if it was insufficient, and the grit it took to stand your ground with such ferocity... It was a shame that he was too mad for even an Oni to befriend.

But her flight was almost over and there was no time for idle thought and fanciful consideration. As Shuten sailed through the air she turned a single flip and twisted her body as she sailed over Rho Aias. A quick brutal swing of her sword with all that ungodly strength shifted her momentum into a buzzsaw like down ward spiral. She streaked towards earth with terrifying speed and power, a whirling vortex of purple gold and silver that would quickly turn red as she cleanly bisected Ajax from crown to root.

She landed in a neat crouch as the blood on her sword sizzled and turned black. The enormous dose of poison delivered to the ajax-shaped cadaver caused the flesh to slough and melt off the bones as it fell in half, and then into more and more pieces as the tendons followed suit. The thunderous sounds of Serpent wailing against Shield ended abruptly as the shield dissipated, their connection informing the great serpent that there was no longer a need to rail against the proud but foolish mortal.

The Oni licked her lips. "The firmness is exquisite, I can tell just by looking, but I hope they have a pleasing texture..."

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Shuten Douji, Correcting the Timeline

Well, it seems even Orochi isn't THAT Strong!

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...And as the mouth closed the spear carried clean through and exited the back of Orochi's head, narrowly missing Shuten Douji herself as the great beast halted and crashed to earth. Shuten of course, did not just stop, her eyes flew wide as she was unceremoniously flung high into the air with all the continued momentum. Despite the obvious setback she was smiling, eyes full of laughter. "Silly Otou-san... You have such a big appetite fufufu~ It's not the Grass Cutting Sword you know~!" She called out with a giggle as the head she was riding previously crashed to the ground.

Of course that is one head, and there were eight. The difference, seven, had crashed into the shield with open venomous maws and bore down on it with all the force of an angry god. One by one the layers of Ajax's shield were breaking down under their might and the damage therein, while lessened, was transferred to him. "Oh I see, you've picked up a taste Ox is that it~? Fufu~But this one is all dried out~! You'll have tp really chew on it hard to soften it up first!" If the defense were to let up for even a split second he would be crushed nigh-instantly, an effective pin.

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CLARIFICATION OF PREVIOUS POST'S ACTUAL OUTCOME AS PER GM RULING
IGNORE MARKED TEXT FROM NON-CANON "Shuten Oneshots Ajax" TIMELINE
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Shuten Douji, Riding the Dragon
(Wait!? But she is a Berserker!)

Just some Quality Time with Otou-san
while Darling does a little Gardening!

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What should have been a fearsome battle was over instantly, an even match irreversibly tilted in an instant. The King of the Oni and the Strongest Man of All Greece* going head to head with a ferocity that was beyond the full force of such already extraordinary beings... But something was amiss. The climactic impact between two Noble Phantasms that would set the tone for the ensuing fight spelled the end of the confrontation between the Berserker of Greece and the Berserker of Mount Ooe... But that omits all the relevant details.

Normally the great charge of the godly serpent would stall, even if it could break through the mightiest of shields it could not do so before the man standing behind it could mount another defense... But that was before the balance was broken by the actions of Shuten's master. The Tree, tree with a capital T, was something altogether impossible in this day and age. A boundless source of Mana from the age of Gods, capital m mana and capital g gods, that flooded her system with more energy of a higher purity than she could ever dream of having access to. If Ana's own weakness had been holding her back, and it had, this was the inverse of that.

Shuten and Orochi charged forward headless of the flung spear, and the serpent head she perched upon opened it's great jaws and effortlessly swallowed down the weapon. An attack that should be fatal for almost any servant was nullified completely by the great god of Mount Ooe's hungry toothy maw. That same maw that would crash down on Ajax and end his life before he could even come to understand exactly what had just happened.

But even that was not so simple, for that head was only one of eight and lagging behind the rest to boot! Seven more heads proceeded it. One after another in turn each head of the great serpent sank their teeth into the shield with strength no servant could ever dream of, stripping away all seven layers of protection and leaving their prey exposed.

This was something that could be described technically a sequence of separate events that unfolded one after another but only technically. the attacks came so close together with such coordination that even for the purposes of a servant with something like for example Eye of the Mind would only have the barest and most useless notion that these attacks were not in fact simultaneous. The one attack in that nigh-simultaneous sequence that did not target the projected shield was of course that the head Shuten had embarked upon, and by extension Shuten herself.

Orochi tilted it's head just slightly to the side as it moved in through the breach in Ajax's defenses and his maw closed violently over the shield itself, and in the process most of Ajax's body. It was over, he was pinned in its monstrous jaws and his shield-arm, legs, and torso were crushed into bloody paste that in no way resembled human. Before the shock of such an action could even set in the helmeted head that stuck up awkwardly between the phantasmal beast's great teeth was severed instantly by Shuten's sword, swung haph-hazardly and with a frown.

Shuten sat down with a pout, legs and arms both crossed as she began to whine. "Otou-sa~~~n... You ruined the meal for everyone else. It's like you want to starve your poor daughter!" Orochi merely swallowed in response, solidifying his role as a subpar father figure.

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*Not the strongest hero of Greece, merely the strongest mortal man... but what is Ruler-san up to anyways?

EDITED TO STRIKE THROUGH ALL INVALIDATED DATA AS PER GM RULING,
SECOND POST INCOMING WITH GM APPROVAL TO FIX THE TIMELINE

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Shuten Douji, In the Wake of the Greatest Storm

-Ultimate Attack Foiled, Boyfriend is a Weenie, Sobriety Level Still Unacceptable-
-A G G R A V A T I O N L E V E L S C R I T I C A L-

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.

"Finally... A chance to dance with all the savage grace befitting of my station... but first, an introduction." 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. "...My name is IBUKI DOUJI!" 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. "...SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?" Even if he could have answered, would he live long enough to get the words out?

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Shuten Douji, In Someone Else's Workshop

-Nap ruined, Sobriety Levels Unacceptable, Aggravation Rising-

A pile of purple silk in the corner shifted and let out an audible grumble as her beloved's loudmouth master stormed in shouting. Roll roll, curl, ears covered, but it was too late. As he exposited the situation upon his team the little berserker in the corner's ability to simple roll over and go back to sleep rapidly diminished. All the pleasant dreams were chased from her head, she was wide awake and disgustingly... Sober.

She stood suddenly, back arching as she stretched and let out a big yawn. Against her will she had collected just enough of the details to form a plan of action. Disturbance. Caster. Miyama. Whatever. After the situation was dealt with surely she could curl drink herself back into napville without fear of any other interruptions... "Mmmnnn... We'll just kill them. Come on..."...With her sweetheart! Who could resist the sleepy grumbly call of the cute little oni?

Well resistance was futile anyways. Come on was not a suggestion, she was already headed towards Tesla with a dopey, sleepy, and markedly dangerous look on her face, like a wild starving animal approaching its prey. She simply shoulder checked him(NOT at full Oni strength) and slung him over her shoulder like a sack of barley. Not a second later she had leapt... CRASH! Straight through the window.

There were no stops on the Shuten Douji line, a prana bursted trip straight to Miyama in just a handful of leaps. Tesla could figure out exactly how he intended to deal with the situation despite his current state on the way there. Shuten had already decided he was the brains of this operation and besides, she was too sober to be thinking that hard. Certainly her sweet heart, a man so mighty as to capture the heart of an oni, had already slept off that minor injury.

And if not, well, there was no shortage of concerned witnesses from Tesla's little alliance that could follow and help smooth things over if they were worried about him.

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Shuten Douji, Shinto Town
-HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE-

She expected that to be the end of it, she could practically taste the kiss on her lips, but instead the air crackled with static. Her eyes went wide, her hand was already in the chest cavity when the air blossomed with all the heat and fury of the god of thunder and Shuten's heart skipped a beat. Even at the last possible second he was vital, squirming with life and purpose in the face of deat. Oh this most certainly was not infatuation at all, this was true love.

A surge of raw mana flooded her body and Shuten's hand jerked sharply up just before leaving the hole it had created, and her other hand pulled back roughly. Crack. Snap. Crunch. As the blast drove their bodies apart, hers reinforced by pure mana and his oh-so-frail, she pulled his arm clean off with the one hand and jerked a sizable chunk of the left side of his rib cage out with the other. A shame there would be no fountain of gore to decorate this occasion, all cooked off instantly in the flash of lightning.

She landed, kimono in smoldering tatters and flesh streaked with electrical burns but otherwise not much worse for wear due to her Mana Burst. Both hands were full, but her beloved had demonstrated that he did in fact have a spine. As she watched his body land in the river she called out, waving with his own arm in a grotesque show of her enthusiasm for her newfound love. "Sweetheart, you really went all out! I hope our next date is even more exciting Fufufu~!" Next date? Did she really expect him to survive? Of course she did, anyone who would spit in death's face while drunk on an Oni's wine would come back for their arm.

She went to take a loud crunching bite out of the arm, gore trailing messily down her lips as she swallowed a mouthful of warm electrically-charred meat and splintered bone. "...Just Remember, you belong to me now... Down to the very marrow of your bones~!" She sounded almost rabidly happy as she called down the river to Archer as he was carried away, a voice that was singsong and energetic despite her normally lethargic nature.

They say a good meal is better with the ones you love.

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Shuten Douji, Shinto Town
-Falling Deeply in Love-

That smile spread with his words, almost eerily so, and her heart felt like it would explode in her chest. She hadn't felt this kind of joy in a thousand years, not since she had last crossed path with the golden boy. Was she just projecting her other feelings onto him or was this infatuation genuine? For her it was impossible to say, but it didn't matter either. This was too perfect, it really was too perfect. To hold and to to be held by someone fearless even in the face of demons, to touch and to be touched by someone with the strength of a god. This was what made the heart of even a demon stir!

...But that was just it. While it would be nice to have been a normal girl, Shuten Douji was not a normal girl.

There was love there, that should not be questioned, but it was not a love that could be understood by anyone but a demon.

There was passion there, that should not be questioned, but it was the kind of passion that consumes things like a fire.

There was happiness there, that should not be questioned, but it was the smile of a demon.

Her fingers tightened and a deathly cold spread from her touch to his, like a frigid leech instantly robbing his body of motion. No, not like that, that was exactly what it was. Her hand was a microcosm of heat in an increasingly cold world as she sucked away his life. She was eating him alive, plundering his vital essence... But it was not his vital essence that her heart desired.

The clatter of her dropped drinking vessel echoed through the air as a crimson flower bloomed around the hand that carried it not even a second before... A hand now sticking clean through Archer and out of his back as it gripped his now displaced spinal column.

She smiled up at him still, but the look in her eyes was profoundly sad, as if this part of her was something she regretted. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I just can't help myself... but I really did love you." As he collapsed, an unavoidable effect of no longer having a spine, she pulled him forward by the hand and leaned in for the kiss.

(I took some pretty big dramatic liberties with the attack for aesthetics sake, if you can wriggle free half of this post will probably be disregarded.)
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Shuten Douji, Foreign District Shinto Town
-Being a bit of a bother for her Sweetheart-

The trip across town was exhilirating, and the little Oni clung tight to Tesla's chest as he carried her, the very image of the gallant prince and his princess... Even if that couldn't be further than the truth. Still she had been wrong about this one. Even if he had been soft in their first meeting, any man who would not only drink with the oni but sweep her off her feet was truly a man with perfect bones and it set her little heart aflutter to be treated like his girl, even for a moment. Alas it was not meant to last, and when they reached the end of their journey she took to her feet.

Shuten of course had no interest in returning to the woods to see to Ana, compared to her new sweetheart he was just simply not entertaining enough. "Oh, but I don't have a master Sweetheart... It's just little old Shuten, doing whatever she pleases... And spending time with my sweetheart pleases me fufufu~!" She made no pretense about her name with him, there was no need to. Afterall she knew his name, he was Zeus, so this was fair. Even if he wasn't the real Zeus, he was ferocious enough despite his shortcomings to sate her idea of what a god should be.

Alas flirting too would have to wait, as Archer had much and more to do about the little mess they had helped to make. True to the namesake of 'Little drunkard' when Tesla set to work she did as well, getting out of his way and taking to her gourd as he concocted his weather machine. "Oh my... My Sweetheart is so clever, to make a comfortable home for his lightning from just scrap metal... You're so smart it's kind of scary, you know?" She leaned against him heavily, wrapping an arm around his waist as they watched the roiling of the clouds and the spreading of the fire, and the falling of the world upon it all.

The rush of wind from the impact reached them there even on the other side of the bridge, sending her kimono aflutter, and Shuten clung tighter to Archer. She could feel the cold hard metal of his arm now, pressed against her bare side. "...Oh but I've caused you so much trouble haven't I? I'm the most terrible wife in the world... You really are too good for me sweetheart, to not just tolerate but to indulge such a terrible little woman in her curiosities." She smiled up at him, a fanged grin and eyes full of something that might just be genuine happiness. She reached up a slender pale hand, to interlock her fingers with his. Not the cold metal born of her own wretched tantrum, the warm human hand.

For just a minute it might be nice to not be a demon.
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Shuten Douji, Foreign District
-Sailing Through the Air-

As the real target moved Berserker's blade met the massive war elephant's armor with a shrieking of sparks as it scraped across the surface, but that was all it only scraped the surface. Shuten landed in a crouch atop the beast's back, tilting her head in genuine surprise as she saw the lack of a gaping wound across it's back. "...Eh...?" For something to not crumple pathetically beneath the terrible might of Mount Ooe's king was mystifying, especially when it hadn't even done anything but sit there.

Berserker wouldn't be deterred by one failed attack though, that wasn't the nature of a demon at all! She spun the sword around in her grip, point down, and gripped it firmly with both hands, making ready to drive the tip into the wedge in the armour her first blow had made, but the second blow never came. The elephant bucked up, a maneuver that Shuten anticipated but not with such force, and the little Oni went sailing through the air much to her chagrin without ever striking a second blow.

Thud, bounce, thud, roll, roll, bounce, thud, roll, groan. She came to a stop a few dozen feet of her initial touchdown. "Uwah... I told you pachyderms were dangerous little girl... but demons..." She grumbled as she rose to her feet, dusting herself off and slinging her sword over-shoulder. While she was certainly no worse for wear this was something of an embarrassment, even as a berserker Shuten prided herself on moving with a certain savage grace that rolling about in the dirt was most certainly not conducive to.

She stared murderously at Rider, now sporting some kind of wings it seemed. Even with the countenance of an angel the servant itself didn't worry Berserker but that mount... Her malevolent glare turned into a smile, wide and toothy. "...Demons... Are capricious fufufu~!" The fire was spreading fast and elephants were slow. Shuten had decided this whole situation could sort itself out, it was offiicaly below the notice of the king of Oni.

When she spoke again it was up towards the sky, ignoring Rider entirely. "Sweetheart, I've grown boooored and it's getting hoooot! We're leaving now!" With her whining complete Berserker leapt into the sky towards her airborne ally, tucking her legs up to her chest as she locked into a direct collision course with Archer. Even if she was by far the faster of the two she wanted to be the one getting carried this time (and besides, Shuten didn't have disengage unlike a certain somebody).

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As the GM has disallowed Edits here is the original post from above, for posterity's sake

Shuten Douji, Foreign District
-Amid the Color Red and the Scent of Poison-

Saber reacted to Berserker's blow with the kind of cocky maneuver that she had expected of a knight in shining armor who had come to save the day. Had he merely miscalculated the speed and power of the Oni? That his attack could outpace hers and repel her assault? Blade met flesh met flesh, and the decisive battle was over in a blink... But that wasn't to say that not a lot happened, the aftermath of that tiny fraction of a second was reached through a precise series of events.

Berserker's sword descended in it's arc, aimed to cut him in two from shoulder to hip.

Lightning crashed across the roof in blinding white.

A Scoundrel knicked the true Knight's sword leaving him without the proper recourse due to Berserker.

Saber ducked and leaned forward to attack with naught more than his fist, bereft of sword but not bravery, skirting the bifurcation by a literal hair's breadth.

BErserker's sword sang loud as it sheared through his pauldron and the shoulder beneath.

A thrown punch became literal, as Saber's arm flopped limply against Berserker's chest, rotten flesh sloughing off the bone beneath his armor.

A fountain of red and vile black erupted from the open wound.

And now we're caught up and with interlopers too, shouting about yet more honor! Whether the poison reached the heart and killed Saber or not Shuten had most certainly defeated him, that was beyond questioning. A swordsman with no sword and no sword-arm was no swordsman at all and a servant without a noble phantasm wouldn't be staging any comebacks either in such dire strait, as such her opponent was truly no longer even fit to be called Saber. Shuten offered him two parting words "You lose," a giggle "Fufufu~!" and a final gift, a stout oni-strength kick to the chest, before turning to address the newcomer.

And just in time too, as the shockwave of madness ripped through the air towards the Oni... To impart nothing. The existence of an Oni was madness itself, and were that not already enough Shuten currently occupied the Berserker class to boot. With a condescending smile and a sickly sweet voice She called out to Rider. "Little girl little girl, are you sure you're meant to be here? Fufu~!"

She dove down towards Rider from her rooftop perch with sword raised, "Pachyderms are dangerous you know, and so are demons~!" Another broad bisecting cut to be carried out mid-air, meant to cut down Rider from atop her mount. After the prior demonstration of the little demon's terrifying efficiency the results should be well obvious.

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