Zman
MaeB
Pickled Piper
Ohm
Dekaidin
Not a Sayan
TlalocAnimosity was in the air. The disdain for Megalodon on Soran was fiery and blatant. The retaliation effort only added gasoline to the fire. The ethereal beam blitzing through the sky only served as the ultimate catalyst.
The longer the beam concentrated the whiter the shark’s eyes appeared, the coarser his scales were, the further his veins bulged, the more defined his muscles became. Where it was clear that he was in pain, initially it would have an opposing effect than anyone could have possibly anticipated.
As extensions of energy entrapped the beast, Amphiprioninae remained rather calm, nefariously in anticipation of something. Having had successfully fend off The Disciple, the fish was more than prepared to deflect Singar’s words at the ‘door’ with his natural corrosive psychic barrier. The shark, however, was affected immediately and through he resisted the beam, midnight fog and Singars voice all at once he was taking crippling amounts of stress.
The fog was beginning to affect him but it wasn’t the end. As bad as the situation may have looked, this all served a purpose. Amphiprioninae used Megalodon’s highly resistant body to analyze the supernatural forces affecting him in as minuscule of detail as cell by cell. He did this simultaneously as if it were happening to him. By symbiotic nature, he could sense and analyze every aspect of his partner including the mind, body, and soul. With this, he identified and infiltrated what was right in front of him.
And there it was…Direct traces to Singars life energy and mind. The second Singar began lecturing Megalodon he realized his connection was becoming somewhat murky, almost like water. Perched on the rock and mesmerized by his own dastardly actions, Singar would notice abnormalities within the lake of flesh before him. It was almost as if something was swimming in it…In fact, something was. It was very tiny almost like a fish! It couldn’t possibly be but it actually was. His orange and white stripes of scales were as clear as day.
Amphiprioninae sprung out the lake like a flying fish in a fashion that appeared as if he was going to ram the demon but it was not feasible considering how small he was. The closer the clownfish got the larger he appeared to grow. In addition, the murkier the surrounding area appeared and felt around Singar.
In a few seconds, Amphiprioninae now dwarfed Singar and he could feel himself at this moment submerged within a giant mass of dark water. Whipping his tail which alone was several times larger than Singar, the fish imposed a force that could potentially mash the demon across the rocks like a mere bug. Singar didn’t realize it initially but he was figuratively in Amphiprioninae’s bowl. Using and imitating what he had analyzed, the fish successfully opened a back door to Singars mind by meticulously picking apart the midnight fog. Now he openly engaged him in a battle of psychic warfare made physical in this pseudo-realm he created. It was a spectacle Amphiprioninae rarely resorted to but he needed answers and if not satisfied he’d prefer to carry out his mission on his lonesome.
Having flipped the situation he began mocking Singar with his words.
“You’ve taken something from us Singar… Won't you give it back.”
Where would that leave Megalodon? At the moment he was under a tremendous amount of stress and as his cohort was occupied in engaging their target. You would think he had to defend the glass but it was powerful enough to resist the damage because of one reason. It had the sufficiency of an entire realm keeping it whole. The same realm Singar was now being engaged in. Unless that was shattered from within physical attempts were futile on delivery.
This left the shark alone and because of this, there was no restriction on his power…There was nothing the shark could do besides what he only knew.
The metal composed of his right arm hummed with the intake of energy. Nearing the end of the attack, it was luminous in appearance but surprisingly not damaged. Containing many of the qualities of Draedamantium, it resisted the energy well. Afterward, the ridiculously tight woven fibers began to multiply and grew to an enormous size. If anything this was a sign of things to come. He curled his fist into a tight grip, signaling Megalodon was still strong despite being charred. This was the exact moment when he began exhibiting the effects of what he had been doing not even days prior.
Releasing a roar potent enough to blow Sarach and Agron back if unguarded, Megalodon blasted a hole in the fog strong enough to disperse it by force elsewhere for the time being, though that was not its intention. Megalodons skin began to bubble uncontrollably, signaling growth. His insides and nerves were jolting with kilowatts upon kilowatts of energy, signaling something incredible about to take place. One by one he began exhibiting the traits of the thousands of Val’gara he has consumed. The shark’s muscular structure expanded rapidly before fitting his now simmering skin and bionic arm snuggly
He was now even larger than the of the duo before him and because his mind was completely detached from everything he only saw their presence as one thing. Food. Without thought, his reaction to the soaring tail was a simple one. As it came slamming towards him he’d garner grips on the tail with his indestructible maw, quickly pulling them downwards in the earth like an incoming missile. On impact, the ground shook and softened to the point where a large portion began to flow like a sea of sand sloping downwards to the east. This seismic activity endangered the passages as a whole and if not stopped could lead to utter destruction of the entire area and eventually further. Gripping the tail, he transferred the energy through his hundreds of rows of teeth that channeled it like a lightning rod into his bottomless pit of a stomach where it was never to be seen again. That was far from the most impressive feat in his actions, however.
The fact that he could whip either beast around like a great white with an helpless surfer within the sand was a feat of pure unmatched strength. He threatened to rip the beast to shreds. Tasting the blood, it was the beginning of an unorchestrated rampage only the shark was capable of. If not stopped Soran as a planet could be in danger.
Megalodon’s Bloodlust had been reignited.
The longer the beam concentrated the whiter the shark’s eyes appeared, the coarser his scales were, the further his veins bulged, the more defined his muscles became. Where it was clear that he was in pain, initially it would have an opposing effect than anyone could have possibly anticipated.
As extensions of energy entrapped the beast, Amphiprioninae remained rather calm, nefariously in anticipation of something. Having had successfully fend off The Disciple, the fish was more than prepared to deflect Singar’s words at the ‘door’ with his natural corrosive psychic barrier. The shark, however, was affected immediately and through he resisted the beam, midnight fog and Singars voice all at once he was taking crippling amounts of stress.
The fog was beginning to affect him but it wasn’t the end. As bad as the situation may have looked, this all served a purpose. Amphiprioninae used Megalodon’s highly resistant body to analyze the supernatural forces affecting him in as minuscule of detail as cell by cell. He did this simultaneously as if it were happening to him. By symbiotic nature, he could sense and analyze every aspect of his partner including the mind, body, and soul. With this, he identified and infiltrated what was right in front of him.
And there it was…Direct traces to Singars life energy and mind. The second Singar began lecturing Megalodon he realized his connection was becoming somewhat murky, almost like water. Perched on the rock and mesmerized by his own dastardly actions, Singar would notice abnormalities within the lake of flesh before him. It was almost as if something was swimming in it…In fact, something was. It was very tiny almost like a fish! It couldn’t possibly be but it actually was. His orange and white stripes of scales were as clear as day.
Amphiprioninae sprung out the lake like a flying fish in a fashion that appeared as if he was going to ram the demon but it was not feasible considering how small he was. The closer the clownfish got the larger he appeared to grow. In addition, the murkier the surrounding area appeared and felt around Singar.
In a few seconds, Amphiprioninae now dwarfed Singar and he could feel himself at this moment submerged within a giant mass of dark water. Whipping his tail which alone was several times larger than Singar, the fish imposed a force that could potentially mash the demon across the rocks like a mere bug. Singar didn’t realize it initially but he was figuratively in Amphiprioninae’s bowl. Using and imitating what he had analyzed, the fish successfully opened a back door to Singars mind by meticulously picking apart the midnight fog. Now he openly engaged him in a battle of psychic warfare made physical in this pseudo-realm he created. It was a spectacle Amphiprioninae rarely resorted to but he needed answers and if not satisfied he’d prefer to carry out his mission on his lonesome.
Having flipped the situation he began mocking Singar with his words.
“You’ve taken something from us Singar… Won't you give it back.”
Where would that leave Megalodon? At the moment he was under a tremendous amount of stress and as his cohort was occupied in engaging their target. You would think he had to defend the glass but it was powerful enough to resist the damage because of one reason. It had the sufficiency of an entire realm keeping it whole. The same realm Singar was now being engaged in. Unless that was shattered from within physical attempts were futile on delivery.
This left the shark alone and because of this, there was no restriction on his power…There was nothing the shark could do besides what he only knew.
The metal composed of his right arm hummed with the intake of energy. Nearing the end of the attack, it was luminous in appearance but surprisingly not damaged. Containing many of the qualities of Draedamantium, it resisted the energy well. Afterward, the ridiculously tight woven fibers began to multiply and grew to an enormous size. If anything this was a sign of things to come. He curled his fist into a tight grip, signaling Megalodon was still strong despite being charred. This was the exact moment when he began exhibiting the effects of what he had been doing not even days prior.
Releasing a roar potent enough to blow Sarach and Agron back if unguarded, Megalodon blasted a hole in the fog strong enough to disperse it by force elsewhere for the time being, though that was not its intention. Megalodons skin began to bubble uncontrollably, signaling growth. His insides and nerves were jolting with kilowatts upon kilowatts of energy, signaling something incredible about to take place. One by one he began exhibiting the traits of the thousands of Val’gara he has consumed. The shark’s muscular structure expanded rapidly before fitting his now simmering skin and bionic arm snuggly
He was now even larger than the of the duo before him and because his mind was completely detached from everything he only saw their presence as one thing. Food. Without thought, his reaction to the soaring tail was a simple one. As it came slamming towards him he’d garner grips on the tail with his indestructible maw, quickly pulling them downwards in the earth like an incoming missile. On impact, the ground shook and softened to the point where a large portion began to flow like a sea of sand sloping downwards to the east. This seismic activity endangered the passages as a whole and if not stopped could lead to utter destruction of the entire area and eventually further. Gripping the tail, he transferred the energy through his hundreds of rows of teeth that channeled it like a lightning rod into his bottomless pit of a stomach where it was never to be seen again. That was far from the most impressive feat in his actions, however.
The fact that he could whip either beast around like a great white with an helpless surfer within the sand was a feat of pure unmatched strength. He threatened to rip the beast to shreds. Tasting the blood, it was the beginning of an unorchestrated rampage only the shark was capable of. If not stopped Soran as a planet could be in danger.
Megalodon’s Bloodlust had been reignited.