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Im-im-impossible!!
"Ngghhh... Nggghh..."
The Golden Oozaru growls at such words. For a second, his fur shimmered a red.
"GRAAAAUUURRRGGGHHH! GRRROOOOUUUGGGHHH!"
Jiren had improvised him as a weapon against Schala, tail as the flail and body as mace. The eldreitch tentacles intertwined with the Golden Oozaru, causing him to struggle about, before being faced with a raging explosion that served to enhance his rage! In retaliation, the badly-charred Golden one charges a beam up in his mouth, this time aimed at Schala!
"RRAAAARRGGGHHH!"
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"Animals..." Jiren growled, rising out of the path of the Apes rampage. Everything he had just seen- everything Ben had shown him- had simply confirmed his growing suspicions. The Coalition was the embodiment of weak-strength, and it would have no place in his reborn world. "I would swifter put you down myself... should you cease to be so useful"
"Trust" Jiren the word from his slips is if it almost hurt to say, the taste lingering in his mouth as he continued "Your 'Trust' means nothing now. It never did. Knowhere will fall. All that trust can do now is help you decide who you wish to be buried with"
"Schal... Sch..."
The Golden Oozaru was successfully tricked into turning his head to the Vault and fired the beam at Marian. This shot wasn't discriminant or inaccurate. That meant...
"Schala... sorry for... trying to hurt you... that... unforgivable..."
The Golden Oozaru's entire body began to burn in flame-like energies. During this process, its eyes produced tears that were swiftly vaporized by the flames. Jiren might not want to hold onto that tail for too long, if he still was!
As the entire body became pure ash, a new body within the large one shone in a crimson aura, like a beautiful monkey butterfly emerging from its monkey chrysalis.
"The Oozaru was a risk, a risk I shouldn't have taken. I'm sorry, Schala, for attempting to hurt you, you too, Jiren, for disgusting you with uncontrolled power," P'cool's new form spoke, his new power making Super Saiyan 3 look like a Farmer without a shotgun in comparison.
"To make it up to you, Schala, I will protect you with my newfound power. Not just you, my friends, my colleagues, even the foes who are victims. To make it up to you, Jiren, I will show you power I can prove myself worthy of, power I can control... I will prove... that I deserve it, and I need it!"
P'cool charges forward, releasing his signature palm strikes repeatedly upon him, shockwave after shockwave produced. He would soon bring the fight into the Vault.
"Hey, sup guys," P'cool says to his friends while still in combat with Jiren, "so, who's your new lady friend trying to kill you? Is she evil or morally ambiguous?"
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"So this is your true form, huh?" Jiren released his arms and relaxed his fingers. Perhaps it was a simple side effect of his Saiyan biology, but P'Cool and never ceased to impress him. In the few minutes that they had been going to toe to for, he had managed to shatter two of his own limits. Perhaps he wasn't so far from the tier of the gods after all... "Don't waste time groveling. Prove to me that you deserve this strength. COME AT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!"
"This has to end, here and now!" Sorey yelled, jumping into the Jiren fight, though he partly just didn't want to leave Schala by herself.
"I will protect this world, and everyone in it!"
"Right behind you, Shepherd!" Eleanor yelled, joining the fight alongside Sorey. She quickly conjured a fireball and tossed it at Jiren, allowing Sorey to use it as cover while he went in for a slash attack follow-up.
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"Four against one?" Jiren cried, slowly descending until he was on solid ground once again. "Hardly seems fair. No matter. You'll all fall eventually"
Jiren flinched, Marian's words striking a nerve. She was right. No matter how many of them they were, they were just gnats, feeding on their unworthy powers like hungry mosquitos. He'd be damned if he came this far only to be overwhelmed now... For his new world, for his tribe, and for his Pride, he would fight for his tomorrow. In a spiraling backflip, Jiren entered into the vault, retreating into the open space to launch his first true offensive...
"I... wont fail them!! I wont! This ends now!!"
"I... wont fail them!! I wont! This ends now!!"
As the lighting burned through the air, so did Jiren, arriving in a flash in the bolts wake and commanding it to part with a kiai shout. He would not let himself be overwhelmed. Not by the likes of the Coalition. As the electricity fizzled out harmlessly across the room, Jiren lowered his eyes again, starting the massing agents down with blazing eyes.
"You're exhausting yourself, Schala. If you continue your crude strikes, you will be dead before I reach you. Surrender..."
A glowing fist was raised before Jiren, fire, and light spilling from every knuckle and finger. It danced over his arms and down to his nails, growing brighter and brighter with each passing second.
"Justice... Power...IMPACT"
"You're exhausting yourself, Schala. If you continue your crude strikes, you will be dead before I reach you. Surrender..."
A glowing fist was raised before Jiren, fire, and light spilling from every knuckle and finger. It danced over his arms and down to his nails, growing brighter and brighter with each passing second.
"Justice... Power...IMPACT"
"Your thing, huh? Well, now that I'm at the peakest power I can access without pulling anything from my butt or whatever, I can show you my thing! Here goes!"
P'cool pushed himself away for a far-ranged strike and assumed a position, very familiar to Jiren as he prepares to counter his next strike.
"Ten times..."
Energy gathered in his hands.
"Palm Strike..."
Wait, what's this?
"KAME...
... HAME...
... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
The attack was prepared to smack into Jiren, and every inch of what it touched felt as if it was hit my a million shockwave-producing palm strikes - its primary difference from a standard Kamehameha, as Jiren would recognise. It wasn't a completely unique attack, but it was still quite powerful, possibly exceeding the original possibly due to its additional Ben 10 flair.
All in the room could feel these ebbs of energy, and any counterattack Jiren would throw would only serve to make these ebbs stronger.
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"The Kamehameha Wave?" Jiren stared force in awe. It had been too long since he had seen a strike of such power. Deja Vu. It struck him hard in the chest. His mind rolled back to the Red and Blue warrior what had sought to use the sametechnique against him way back when... It hadn't worked then either. Pitiful. Even as he crawled towards the power of the Gods, Ben still insistent on using stolen techniques... techniques he had crushed long ago.
"You're strong... but you're no son Goku. Your shockwaves are a nice touch... but they're not new"
Sensing the coming walls of Kiai, Jiren redirected his Justice Impact with a swing of his swing fingers placing the raging ball of Ki between the Ki cushion and the Kamehameha, just as he had done too long ago. Though small and condensed, the light from his strike struck the Saiyan's attack head-on, locking the two warriors in a stalemate. Heat erupted from the heart of the collision, marching hand in hand with mighty winds, draining the excess Ki from the arena and into the blast, Sorey's fireball and the remnants of Schala's lighting.
"I've told you before!" Jiren cried, feeding his Justice Impact even more. It seemed to grow fatter by the second, overwhelming the blast at the price of forcing Jiren to his very limits. He couldn't let his people down. He wouldn't. He. Would. Not. "This. Heat. Will. Be. Your. Down. Fall!"
The roaring Ki overwhelmed all the cries of the battlefield the Justice Impact ate into the Kamehameha, forcing the blast back towards its user...
"JIREEENNNNN!!!"
A scream rang drowned out the screeching blast, erupting from beneath the mustache of the Warrior of Freedom. There Toppo stood, at full power and formidable, filled with the pride and purpose he had missed for too long.
"This. Is. Your. Day. Of Reckoning!!!"
Erupting is a sea of purple sparks, Toppo returned to the battlefield, his energies surging again. His heart began to beat against his limits until they began to shatter, forcing his strength to new heights. This was it. He finally understood why he had been cursed with the powers of Belmond; he had been born to become the fire that would burn Jiren to a cinder. No man deserved the power he had. It couldn't be earned. Jiren had convinced himself that his heartache and training and granted him some divine right to his strength, but he was wrong. He was a hypocrite. A proud fool who would soon reap what he had sowed.
"Our heat.... will be your downfall, Evildoer!"
"HAKAI!"
A sphere of purple energy erupted from his palm and charged towards the center of the two blasts. In the chaos, he had no hope of reaching Jiren alone... so he would have to utilize the one weapon Jiren had always lacked. Trust. And from trust, he would harvest hope, and from hope, justice.
From justice, victory!
Toppo's Destruction Blast joined with Ben's Full-Power Kamehameha, mixing with the blue until it turned into a glowing indigo beacon. From there he threw another blast, then another, then another, watching the Kamehameha grow in strength with each passing strike. As Sorey and Elandor unleashed their flank attack on the preoccupied Jiren, Toppo called out to his allies/
"Everyone! Add your strength the Ben's Ki blast! We must hold off Jiren's blast! This is our chance to push against him! Give it everything you have! Feed off my energy for healing if you must! We must not lose!"
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