#and unstoppable behemoths with laser eyes

[swan2swan]

.......I have caught up with the Skibidi Toilets and I am devastated.

[candyapplecarcinogen-archive]

Abandoned outposts were rarely so. Scavengers, squatters and the like claimed such to suit their needs. Candy was both. Her ship was running low on fuel, and as it was an older model of alternian vessels that hadn’t fully incorporated biotech into its systems yet, psionic energy would need to be found from a stored battery.

The knight had managed to find one such outpost tucked away in the corner of a mostly dead star system, drained of resources by the empire. Fortunately for her, there was the faintest bit of energy readings still stored away here somewhere, and with luck, fuel that could keep the ship going for a while. Honestly Candy wished she could swap out the psionic energy cells for a more renewable form of propulsion, but at that point she might as well get a whole new ship, and she had gotten too attached to the old girl to let her go so easily.

Security was laughable nonexistent. No drones, no automated defenses, she had simply landed in the empty training yard without even an alarm blaring. Arming herself, she began to wander to where she figured storage might be located, a warehouse tucked away in the back of the facility. Breaking in was simple enough as most of the metal within a ten mile radius had all but rusted away to nothing.

Kicking through the door, her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, slitted pupils expanding widely. A grin kept up her face, happy to find several power cells, still fully charged, stacked atop another. There were other supplies, but they would have to be grabbed later. 

Lugging the hefty things two at a time, she began her multiple trips to and fro from her ship, storing them, then returning to grab more. It was on the third trip is when she heard the sound of a warp drive cutting through space, and another ship landing. Hand itching towards her weapon, she slowly peered around the corner of the warehouse’s entrance to find another ship, an alternian ship, had landed several meters away from hers.

The door opened to reveal three trolls and a drone stepping out, the behemoth machine clanking behind its entourage as they walked over to Candy’s own ship to inspect it. They were clad in dull grey body armor, military in nature, but were obviously highbloods by the symbols and rankings as adornments. One opened his mouth to cough before shouting a word of warning.

“Karkat-” only to be stopped by his companion whispering in his ear. “Ah, yes. Sorry. CANDY Vantas, you are under arrest for the murder of your superior officers, theft of a military vehicle, usurpation of power, and vagrancy across known empire territory. Surrender now, and your culling will be swift and painless. Any attempts to resist will prolong your judgment, and will lead to severe consequences-”

He was again interrupted by a lobbed chunk of debris lodging itself in the back of his head, Candy taking advantage of her distraction to cut into one of the other trolls. It wasn’t a fatal blow, but it was going to hamper them with a long slash across the length of their back. 

Trolls were a sturdy sort, and the higher the blood the more punishment they could take, so the one who had been brained only stumbled a few steps before grimacing, turning with anger in his expression. The other two trolls had drawn pistols, aiming them at their aggressor while the drone lumbered at Candy, an unstoppable wall of menace that she was sure to not let get too close to her while she danced around being shot at.

The armor made from her lusus had proven to be a godsend, the bullets bouncing off or lodging themselves in it deep enough it did not penetrate, but the leading troll had what appeared to be a sidearm with a bit more of a kick, humming with energy. A laser of bright red shrieked through the air, easily lancing itself through her protection and causing a stinging, burning sensation that had to be ignored for now. Candy thought to try and take him out first, but the pain had bought the drone a window of opportunity the calculating machine would not let slip away.

With one fell swipe, its claws had separated her head from where it should normally be attached betwixt two shoulders. A sickening sound of meat and bone tearing filled the air, a spray of crimson red sputtering from the stump of her neck while her head rolled and bounced a few feet away like a basketball.

SO IT IS TRUE, Candy thought as she watched her own body crumple itself into a heap. YOU REALLY DO STAY ALIVE FOR A FEW MOMENTS AFTER DECAPITATION.

It was surprisingly . . . calming. Her pain centers had no nervous system to speak of to feel any pain, and it felt as if she were in some sort of fugue state, akin to what one feels like in a dream. There, but also simultaneously not at all. Hazy, drifting.

She didn’t want to die, of course. While purpose was not there, finding that purpose is what she wanted. It was infuriating to find that she had been so easily dispatched, after all she had been through. There it was. The anger. The one thing that could define who she was.

She hated it. She despised it. She loved it. She craved it. How many times had it hurt others? How many times had it pushed them away, or comforted her when she knew her place in the universe was unfair? It was her tormentor, it was her companion. It was her tool.

Reaching out through that anger, the mutant’s dissipating consciousness had one last trick she could think up before the grip of death overcame her waking mind. Fortunately for her, all of her faculties that controlled the hemomancy side of her abilities had not shut down. With all she could muster, she willed her own blood to move her body towards its missing head.

At first, it did nothing, and she despaired in the fact that perhaps this gambit had failed. But, in a split second, a twitch. The armored body arose with a jolt, scaring the other trolls, making them take steps back to distance themselves from the suddenly animated corpse. Being moved not by muscle or thought, but by its own lifesource struggling to pump through its veins, it shambled over to its head, fumbling with its grasp to clumsily stick her noggin back onto her neck, and she prayed to any god or any devil listening that her idea would work.

Just as her vision was fading, she felt it. The familiar sensation of her body healing itself. Regeneration multiplied by the thousandth degree, bones reattaching, sinew and nerves aligning. Next came the rushing pain that had been denied her thinkpan, and with that, a scream. A bellowing, agonizing scream that tore its way up through her vocal cords to fill the air. Candy’s sight went red after that.

Then nothing.

When she came to, the bright red becoming a tinge, then disappearing altogether, she was alive, yes, but now coated in teal and cobalt blood, the shatterings of a drone scattered about her. The three trolls were dead, eviscerated beyond recognition, her scythe and self slick with what remained of them. She had several more gaping wounds that slowly knitted themselves back together, but she was saddened to find the armor had been extensively damaged, as had her weapon.

Limping towards her ship, she didn’t bother to grab the remaining cells, only that she had to book it out of there as soon as possible. More military going missing would bring the eye of the empire. As she ambled towards the control room, she passed the washroom, catching a glimpse of herself in the sink mirror. A fresh, new pink scar now encircled the diameter of her neck, along with the fact there were now shocks of white in her hair where black curls had once been.

[fighttowinfanfic]

Fight to Win - Kazuya Mishima Vs Toguro

These two sacrificed their humanity for vengeance. The monster within the man will rise, but only one will fall.

Humanity, at times is all we have, but some will deliberately blacken their hearts if it means tearing apart those that wronged them.

Kazuya Mishima, head of G-Corporation

And Toguro, the younger of the infamous Toguro Brothers

I’m Tommy the Bomb-Y, and it’s my pleasure to pit fiction’s champions against one another, in a

FIGHT!

TO!

WIN!

The millionaire mastermind of the King of Iron Fist Tournament--Heihachi Mishima. While a charismatic figure in public and highly successful mogul, he was far less successful in the field of being a father than any other. Deeming his son too weak to live, he dropped the young boy down a ravine, leaving him to the odds to either die or climb out a changed man.

...The latter occurred, and Heihachi’s son, forever changed and bittered by the experience, would rise again to challenge his father. He would make his name known; Kazuya Mishima.

Name: Kazuya Mishima Age: 49 Height: 5’11” (186 cm) Weight: 168 lbs. (76 kg) Homeland: Japan Race: Human/Devil gene Alias: Devil Kazuya Son of a Distinguished Family Kazuya trained for years in preparation of the day he’d exact revenge on his father. He entered Heihachi’s tournament and won, throwing Heihachi off of the very same cliff he was thrown off of as a child in the final round. By doing so, Kazuya took over his father’s corporate conglomerate, corrupting the blackened heart of the distinguished martial artist even further.

Kazuya fights with the Mishima Style Karate passed down by the generations of his family. The style is fictional, but takes very clear influence from many real life martial arts such as Shorin Ryu and Shotokan, which share a common link in their up close and intensely solid body structures--emphasizing circular over direct motions. His martial arts training make him a deadly foe--capable of throwing around armored JACK robots as if they were limp dolls and slam a man’s head into a reinforced metal wall with enough force to leave massive cracks. 

Unknown to many, Kazuya has another source of power. An evil entity simply known as Devil is what saved Kazuya from dying at the bottom of the ravine Heihachi threw him down as a child. Devil promised that he’d have the power to overthrow Heihachi if Kazuya allowed him to take refuge in his body. From then on, Kazuya acted as Devil’s host, greatly enhancing his strength. By tapping into Devil’s power, Kazuya can produce shockwaves capable of destroying buildings from the inside.

While Devil used to take control of Kazuya’s body as he pleased, Kazuya was eventually able to turn the tables on his demonic host; and with extensive training as well as supplement from his own company, G-Corporation, Devil became a power source for Kazuya to wield rather than the other way around. Kazuya can channel Devil’s energy into powerful strikes that are practically explosive upon contact. The Devil Gene has also made Kazuya incredibly durable--able to survive when Heihachi tried to finish him once and for all by dropping him, this time, down an erupting volcano.

And when Kazuya needs an extra punch, he’ll allow Devil further influence over his body, transforming him into Devil Kazuya. In his demonic form, Kazuya gains access to long reaching laser eyes, as well as flight via two beating wings. Although the Devil form is incredibly powerful, it’s by no means an instant victory--a skilled enough fighter, such as Heihachi, has been shown to be capable of taking down Kazuya in this form.

However Kazuya is one of the most feared Iron Fist combatants, and few that have seen his demonic form have lived to tell about it.

If you have a band of fighters willing to help you do attain your wildest dream, the Dark Tournament, a contest of the Demon World’s most unruly combatants, will have you feeling right at home. There, combatants fight to the death for a chance at any wish of their choosing.

Any wish...even transcending your own humanity. One man, struck by grief and guilt when he dojo was slaughtered by the demon Raizen, won the tournament and wished to become an unstoppable demon. That man was named Toguro.

Name: Toguro Age: Ageless Height: Variable Weight: Variable Race: Demon Homeland: Demon World Champion of the Dark Tournament Ever since his victory and transformation into an unaging demon, Toguro became an infamous hitman in the criminal demon underworld. He remains the reigning champion of the Dark Tournament--that is, until he is challenged by Yusuke Urameshi…

Toguro’s primary demonic ability is that of expanding his muscle mass, and with it, his strength. He does so in numeric values, gradually raising his power to high percentages from his causal state. At a mere 40% of his full power, Toguro can snap a monster many times his own size in half with just a flex of his arm. While the Dark Tournament is generally fought in teams, Toguro’s immense strength has allowed him to clear entire teams by himself if his team is feeling lazy, tossing around five demons at once with his bare hands without breaking a sweat.

Practically a one man wrecking crew, at less than half his full power, he can kick a man’s head off of his shoulders with ease, as well as tear down a massive building from the inside. His own immense strength makes him strong enough to create bullets out of thin air--the aptly named Finger Flip Bullets are created simply by the absurd force created by Toguro flicking his finger, shooting air at an opponent with all the force of a gunshot--an absurd 2,500 feet per second.

Toguro’s strength isn’t simply physical. His increases of power also add to his demonic energy aura. Upon reaching levels of around 80%, his own energy can no longer contain itself, releasing as a bright red aura that can topple strong foes and level the Dark Tournament arena. He can also concentrate this aura and enhance his physical blows, a tactic that has instantly killed demons of a lower class.

Toguro also has a healing factor--allowing him to heal injuries such as when he was impaled on Kuwabara’s Spirit Sword, or given a nasty gash by Genkai’s energy blasts. Speaking of Kuwabara and Genkai, two of the most dangerous human fighters in the series, Toguro has beaten them both in battle, creating a nice topper on his already impressive resume of several Dark Tournament victories.

Fighting at 100% full power makes Toguro nearly immovable--however, it’s also quite taxing. Toguro is required to consume souls in order to keep this form together, however, he had little trouble consuming the souls of the entire Dark Tournament spectator’s crowd when this dilemma arose.

One of the most fear demons in existence--the bigger he is, the harder you fall.

The clash of the two embodiment of yin and yang, man and the demon that lies inside awoken! Who will survive this brawl?

Location: Japanese Hotel Plaza

DJ Funky Freeman’s Music Choice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6mDxjG49K8

Kazuya entered the multiplex plaza surrounded by bodyguards, walking stiffly in their three piece suits. “Right this way to your room, Mr. Mishima.” Kazuya was staying overnight for a convention--one where he’d reveal sensitive G-Corporation information anyone would kill for. Naturally his best bodyguards were on the job. Left of the lobby Kazuya entered was the hotel bar, where the staff was growing weary of a mountainous looking man, who had loitered on his select barstool, ordering several glasses of plain orange juice the entire day. The moment Kazuya’s guards lead him inside, the towering stranger’s attention, for the first time in hours, left his beverage. The guards only broke their circle around Kazuya when he whose name the room was under had to sign a piece of paperwork. Irritating as it was, the mogul of G-Corporation looked down to deliver his hancock. With a quick movement of his hand, Kazuya fulfilled the contract. He lifted his head, only to see the desk attendant with a look of horror painted on his face. Kazuya smirked as he turned around. Standing there was the behemoth from the bar, standing rather nonchalantly, the bloodied remains of the G-Corporation guards in his hands. “I thought I was being forward.” The assailant spoke. “But I don’t believe you noticed me.” “I did.” Kazuya confirmed, facing the stranger and cracking his knuckles as he did. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had any proper exercise.” “This is no exercise.” The man adjusted his sunglasses. “I’m the younger of the Toguro Brothers. You, Kazuya Mishima, have been affiliated with a very large bounty.” “My father’s doing?” Kazuya chuckled. “No one you’ve heard of.” Toguro removed his jacket. “I’ll make this quick.” Kazuya chuckled. “Oh, will you?” FIGHT! A quick kick the neck will end this quickly. Toguro tried to land a roundhouse kick on the spot, but Kazuya quickly reacted, grabbing hold of Toguro’s leg before his kick could hit him. Kazuya tightly gripped his foe’s leg before swinging him around, throwing Toguro a few feet into the air. Toguro crashed into a few neatly aligned chairs by the lobby desk. The socialites walking about the hotel gasped and scattered in fear. Kazuya crept toward where he threw his opponent, while Toguro pulled himself back up. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t feel like exerting myself today.” Toguro seemed to brace himself where he stood, straining his arms. “But I do many things I do not feel like.” Kazuya was surprised to see the stitchess on Toguro’s jacket burst off onto the floor. Toguro opened his mouth and let out a yell as his chest and arms gradually expanded. Before long, Toguro’s shirt and jacket could no longer contain his body, as his torso and arms developed immense muscles. “Fifty percent of my power should suffice.” Toguro admitted, taking a deep breath as he was relieved from the expanding sensation. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, readjusting to his newly grown body. “You think mere size will intimidate me?” Kazuya stepped forward, preparing to strike Toguro with his fist. His bare fist made contact with Toguro’s abs, and the second it did, he felt a pain shoot up his arm. It’s...hard as a rock! Kazuya cringed. “That’s how most people react.” Toguro said before sending Kazuya flying backwards with a single swing of his arm. Kazuya careened back, breaking through the decorative fish tank that stood tall in the lobby above the sign in desk. Kazuya picked himself up off of the hardwood floor, covered with water, flailing fish, and shards of glass. Toguro pointed his shoulder forward, not hesitating to charge forward. The man at the front desk yelped in fear before hopping out of the way as Toguro crashed right through the desk, through the wooden stand that the fish tank once sat atop of, and into Kazuya, who was recovering behind it. Kazuya took the full brunt of Toguro’s immense body in his midsection. Toguro continued to charge, until both crashed into the wall across the hall. Kazuya felt himself crushed between the the jagged walls and his foe’s suffocating body. I see I have to rely on my old crutch again… Kazuya felt the power of the Devil Gene seep into his hand. His palm glowed with red energy before he sent his fist into the bottom of Toguro’s jaw. This blow sent Toguro rocketing straight into the air, crashing through the ceiling and up into the floor above. Toguro landed hard, leaving a massive dent that nearly broke the floor, much to the horror of the couple inside the room, who were quick to run out with a scream. Kazuya had leapt up into the room through the whole his opponent’s body left. Toguro rubbed his chin before returning to his feet. “That sort of power...felt familiar.” Toguro said. “I’m sure it’s nothing you have experience with.” Kazuya indulged in a devilish smirk, his left, red eye gleaming. “You’d be surprised.” Toguro took a stance. “Either way, now I see why the demon underworld wants your head. As such...I have to take you seriously now.” Red energy surrounded Toguro as, once more, his body stretched and contorted, his muscles hardening and growing. Kazuya took a step back, he could feel his foe’s demonic energy. Toguro let out a pained yell as his shadow cast over Kazuya. “I’ll honor you…” Toguro sighed as his transformation ended. “With eighty percent of my power.” “Flattering.” Kazuya rolled his eyes, before swinging his leg around for another attempted kick. Toguro quickly blocked the blow, before returning with his own punch, which Kazuya leaned out of the way of. The two next attempted a punch at the same time, their fists colliding in precise unison. Their respective red energies sparked off of their knuckles each time they made contact. The two traded blows, blocking each other’s punches and kicks, neither landing a decisive blow until Toguro extended his arm, his incredibly thick fingers wrapping around Kazuya’s neck. “I’m not looking to spend the entirety of my reward for killing you on the repairs for this hotel.” Toguro droned. “This ends now.” Toguro tightened his grip--Kazuya felt immense pressure in his head. He wasn’t sure if his skull would burst, his neck would snap, or if he would simply suffocate. With a raspy cry for air and blood, Kazuya’s eye flashed red a second time, triggering the release of a shock wave from his body. Toguro was blown into the wall behind him. Kazuya inhaled, finally regaining his own circulation since he forced Toguro to release his grip. The Mishima heir panted shakily, his eye glowing and dulling repeatedly. “Not...yet…” Kazuya forced his demonic energies back into his own body, before standing up straight. “Still attached to your humanity, I see.” Toguro pried himself off the wall. “For your sake more than mine.” Kazuya barked. “You know, I’ll be a little disappointed now if I don’t push you to your limit.” Toguro lifted his arm, the entire length radiating with a blinding, red energy. Toguro leapt forward, swinging his arm with incredible force. Kazuya could only attempt to block before Toguro’s arm slammed into him, creating a massive explosion of red sparks. Kazuya crashed through the rice paper shutters separating the hotel room from the outside of the building. Kazuya rolled over the black tiles that covered the massive awning which etched out below the window, looming over the streets of Tokyo. The yellow, paper lanterns that hung off of them were the only source of light in the pitch black night. Toguro stepped toward the now empty door frame, looking out, the cool, night air tickling his face. Kazuya had clinged a hand to the awning fast enough to keep himself from rolling over the edge. “Afraid you’ll lose your balance?” Toguro raised a single hand, his thumb pursed behind his index finger. “You might want to be careful.” Without warning, Toguro flicked his thumb over his finger several times. Each time, he sent out a tiny pocket of air. Kazuya was initially confused, before the invisible shots of sheer force picked tiles off of the awning like bullets as Toguro’s aim crept toward him. Kazuya tried to climb further onto the awning, only to find himself riddled by the ‘bullets’ produced by Toguro. Blood sprayed from Kazuya’s shoulders as he endured each shot. Kazuya coughed up a splash of blood before he released his grip on the awning, tipping and falling over the edge. Toguro sighed. “Makes it something of a hassle to find the body…” The gigantic hitman stepped out onto the awning, stepping toward its edge with care. It couldn’t hurt to peek and see if he was still moving. ”This is far from over!” Before Toguro reached the edge of the awning, Kazuya shot up from the ground below, now clad in purple, dark energy. Massive, bat-like wings on his back beat up and down, carrying Kazuya through the air. Toguro couldn’t help but smile. “Showing your true colors at last.” Kazuya’s eyes were now both gleaming red, his body covered head to toe in purple scales. “DIE!” Kazuya’s eyes released a flash of red, demonic energy, two beams of red blazes crawled up the awning, slashing across Toguro’s shoulders. Toguro yelled in pain, as he grabbed his arm where Kazuya’s attack left nasty burns. Kazuya allowed his wings to carry him down to the tile, stepping towards Toguro. “Looks like it’s MY turn to push you to your limits!” Kazuya quickly turned around, slashing Toguro across his face with his tail. Blood sprayed from Toguro’s cheek as the strike knocked his sunglasses off of his face, sending them spinning off of the awning. Toguro gripped the Devil formed Kazuya’s tail, swinging him over his shoulder and back into the awning, tiles flipping over with each slam. Kazuya turned his neck around, and with a sinister smile, shot another set of eye lasers at Toguro’s face. Toguro released his firm hand on Kazuya, as he buckled backwards. Toguro wretched in pain while Kazuya returned to his feet. “I had go through hell and back for this power.” Kazuya trudged toward Toguro, grabbing him by his neck. “This is just a small taste of the pain I experienced!” Kazuya punched Toguro in the face, before winding around with a kick. Kazuya landed several bruising strikes on Toguro. One last kick sent Toguro hurdling over Kazuya’s leg, sending him crashing to the floor. Kazuya crossed his arms, his wings expanding proudly. The demonic heir chuckled. “So much for that reward you were working toward.” Kazuya turned around, before Toguro got back up. “Something of a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Kazuya snapped back to his foe, before he felt his stomach drop at the sight of Toguro’s bruises disappearing off of his body. “Can’t say I saw this coming…” Toguro dusted himself off. “None who see me at this state live to tell the tale.” Toguro’s magenta hued aura burst around him. Toguro’s once human skin seemingly decayed on the spot, turning from a tan color to a rock like grey. Toguro’s body grew once more, his own legs snapping the tiles below his feet as his shoulders developed immense spires. Kazuya grit his teeth at the sight. “You’re fighting me well beyond 100% of my power now.” Toguro smiled. “Let’s settle this!” The two demons rushed at each other, and the instant they collided, the entire hotel shook. The pressure of their fists was nearly enough to tip the entire building, pieces of wood and metal flying all about. Both fighters yelled furiously, releasing auras of demonic energy that crashed into one another. From the point of view of someone far away, the entire layer of the building burst from below the rest of the hotel with crimson light. Demonic blazes and flames scattered as the floor the two fought on top of fell apart. Kazuya beat his wings, positive Toguro would fall to his demise while he made an escape. He couldn’t see very much within all of the dust and debris falling around him, and although this caused him to be somewhat aimless, he felt secure with his flight. ”Got you!” Kazuya was frightened by the sight of Toguro, bursting out of the clouds of dust and fire they had caused. The hulking demon wrapped his arms around Kazuya’s chest, dragging down the flying demon. “You aren’t going anywhere.” Toguro said, his tone remaining calm despite the calamity surrounded them both. The demon hitman began to savagely slam his fists into Kazuya’s back. Kazuya writhed in pain as the pressure Toguro applied forced him to descend faster and faster. The two crashed like a nosediving airplane into the ground below the hotel, Kazuya crushed beneath the immense pressure of his foe. An immense cloud of dirt rose from the impact of both fighters’ crashing bodies. Toguro stood tall above Kazuya, who was bloodied and smashed into the street. As the dust cleared, Toguro looked down. Despite all he had exerted, his foe was still alive. Kazuya wheezed as he tried to pick himself up. “I’ll...get you...for this!” Toguro, somewhat disappointed, kneeled down toward his foe. “I wish I didn’t have to dishonor you like this, but it seems an earnest death in combat simply won’t suffice.” Toguro looked Kazuya in the eyes, and took a deep breath. Before Kazuya knew it, he felt the very air in his chest escape through his mouth. His very life force was crawling out of his body and into Toguro’s. Toguro patiently allowed the stream of Kazuya’s soul to be passed unto him. Within moments, Kazuya was reverted to his human form, before he fell limp where he laid. Toguro stood back up, consuming Kazuya’s soul completely. KO Toguro pulled out his cell phone as he turned around, still in his fully demonic form. “Brother? I finished the job...no thanks to you.”

((Victory circle music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctk5WtJf63U&t=135s )) Kazuya’s Devil Gene let him hold his own, but he quickly found himself in over his head as Toguro’s power levels only continued to rise. Both had power capable of leveling buildings, but what Kazuya is only seen achieving with energy projection, Toguro is handily capable of with only his bare hands. Toguro outpaced Kazuya in skill as well. Kazuya has won his fair share of battles, but very rarely against anything more impressive than a mere human during the King of Iron Fist tournament. The only other super powerful, otherworldly being he’s been shown to explicitly keep pace with is his less experienced son, Jin, who inherited his powers. Toguro, on the other hand, has an incredibly long track record of not only demons ranging from his own ranking to below, but has also slain superpowered human spirit detectives who are specially trained to kill demons. Toguro was truly prepared for anything. Kazuya’s wings and long range energy attacks in Devil mode gave him an advantage in distancing himself from Toguro and an effective control over the battlefield, but Toguro’s energy waves were more than enough to compensate. And while Kazuya had an immense threshold for punishment, Toguro didn’t even need physical force to kill him. Considering Toguro could consume the souls of an entire stadium, doing the same to Kazuya and Devil if need be probably wasn’t much of a challenge. It’s highly unlikely Devil could possess Toguro if given the chance considering Toguro is, too, a demon among the highest calibre, a position he has protected in tonight’s battle. The winner...is Toguro.

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