I stare them down. The Woman is a middle aged Priestess that is Yang. She wears a white robe with a hood over her head, all her skin covered except her face. Her hands are hidden in her sleeves. I can feel her radiate with peace. She's clearly the healer of the group. She may avoid getting involved. Artemis's Yang book taught me that Yang user's healing magic works better if they avoid violence.
The leader of the group is a tall, tanned man. With wild blonde hair, bright blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a mustache. He wears a red vest, and nothing else on his chest. With baggy blue shorts, and sandals. He wields a polesword with a large purple blade on the end.
His aura is thick with Yang energy, and he gives off the heat of flames.
On his right is a thin, pale man with dark black hair and purple eyes like mine. He wears purple and black leather armor as well. He is thick with Yin, and with these similarities. It's clear he's poison like me. He wields a katana and a shield. He wields a warhammer.
And on his left, a buff man wearing black plate mail armor. And his soul is Yin. He seems to harmonize with the steel he's wearing. So he uses metal magic. I should watch out for spikes.
Part of me thinks they're so dangerous, they should die. As a challenge for me to rise above as a powerful viper queen.
I will have to use my new Yang magic to restrain them properly. I clap my hand together, and silently call for the roots of plants to rise through the dirt, and attack my new foes.
In the meantime, we keep staring at each other as they approach me.
The tanned leader points his right palm towards me, holding his polesword with his left. And fires a fireball at me. It's small, so I easily duck under it. And keep backpedaling. It explodes behind me, and I don't even look.
Because my vision is elevating. My Oracle Senses are at an all time high. I don't see just myself. I see the whole battlefield. I see the flames are exactly 12 feet away, along with having blown up against the wall of a shop. A shame, but life goes on.
I see what they'll do next. First, they're gonna let their leader handle me by himself. Until he starts to lose.
I must defeat him quickly to take advantage of this weakness. I approach him, my hands now only my flesh. No poisonous metal covering my flesh besides armor. We meet about twenty feet ahead of his allies.
He swings his polesword stiffly with one arm, but it works well. He's strong enough to make it swing fast. I just duck beneath it, and punch him in the dick. He stiffens up, then as he's pain I wrap my hands around his throat. And begin choking him.
He isn't passing out fast enough. I elbow him hard as possible to finish it off. He just falls to the ground, but he's still determined to fight. So now I just stomp his head to knock him unconscious. And that does it. He's unconscious now.
As soon as that happens, the remaining 2 jump into action. Weapons drawn. Then they surround me on opposite sides, a pincer maneuver. I hate that I have to let them love because the Oracle gets mad. I need to put the fear of Gods in them at least.
Could I on the fly just… lessen the amounts of my poison? Maybe just small doses, and pray they live? I don't see any visions popping off. It's worth a shot! Hehhehe.
I grow poison droplets on my fingertips. As the Big Guy swings his hammer at me, I avoid it with ease due to how sluggish swinging a warhammer can be. And smear my poison across his armpit, where some flesh can be felt.
The Plate Mail Warrior begins to groan with pain from my poison. And fell to his knees. His face becoming red and sweaty immediately. I turn to face my final opponent, who was in the midst of thrusting his sword into my back. But I coincidentally turned so well that where flesh was once, is now nothing. His blade flat against my stomach now.
I aim to punch in the throat with a quick jab from the right. But he leans back, avoiding my fist narrowly. Then he grabs my wrist, and tries coating with his poison. I smirk cockily as all I do is get high and see funny colors.
"I'm Poison too, you're poison. Yayyyyy. Let's trip." I say with mischievous glee.
I punch him in the nose this time. Then my body starts feeling sluggish. I hunch over, unable to feel my own skin. It is like I'm wrapped in a cloud. I know what to do, but I'm enjoying this a little too much. Being on the edge of death is delightful.
The bastard runs away, thinking he's killed me. He's gathering his friends, and leaving for now with their healer. I just let them. They're supposed to live anyway.
I let the sun rain down on me, and I activate my Yang healing. I feel delight fill my body, and flowers bloom at my feet. Pink and yellow flowers. And life fills me once more. A shame. The delusion of death hanging over me was cute. The pain had sparks meant to motivate me to live. Or die harder. I can't decide.
I turn back to the battle royale that has begun in full swing behind me. We've filled this entire city block with utter chaos. It's delightful. I love watching it.
Then it goes wrong. Immediately. The Mask flies up to me, glaring intensely.
"I am bored of adoring you. Now we duel!" Mask of Immortality says angrily.
"Eh? But aren't we friends?" I whine sarcastically.
"Now we're rivals!" Mask snaps angrily.
He flies onto the face of a tall, buff man wielding two longswords. He latches onto him by force. And begins forcibly imbuing him with Yin energy. He begins mutating into something inhuman.
"Time to create a God!" Mask yells with maniacal glee.
He becomes covered in an orb of pure darkness. Then the Mask breathes in intensely. And begins sucking all the Chi in the room into it. It was strange, like an inevitable force for myself. It was like it was breathing in, and well. My feelings became strange. I considered myself the mother of this Mask. For a bit. And well, I sympathized with my little monster.
I even shot it, and it rebuilt itself. I just want to reprimand it now, and hope for the best. I want him to redeem himself, and become a good man.
Then I giggle as I consider it trying to get a wife and have a family. What am I thinking, it's a demon.
The Orb dissipates now, revealing something like a God of War from Hinduism. It stands 10 feet tall, with six arms. Thick gray skin, and powerful muscles.
"Let's see you beat this beast. It's the Vajra of my dreams." Mask says happily.
I shoot poison darts at it, but they just bounce off his chest harmlessly. Strange. He does make sure to avoid crushing them though. So perhaps I should try pouring the poison onto him in liquid form.
The Vajra squats down, and leaps high into the air. The sun briefly manifests behind the Vajra as it floats in the air. Sunlight concentrates around its six hands, forming weapons of white steel with red edges. Six swords of various lengths. And two of them are khopeshs from Egypt.
Then it manifests a magic circle beneath its feet. It stands on it, then tilts the circle on its side. It stays magnetized to it with magic. Then the magic circle envelops the Vajra, breaking down into seven circles that separate in intervals as it travels to the top of its being.
The magic circles glow with light and start spinning rapidly. The Vajra holds his arms out wide, weapons held stiffly. And his magic circles launch him at high speeds directly at me!
However, it was horribly telegraphed. It was obvious he was gonna be a missile with that attack. So I countered with an advanced magic trick of mine. A false image of myself was left behind where I stood, staring with false terror. When in reality I walked away, cloaked in an iridescent shimmer of light particles manipulated using a combination of Yin and Yang magic.
It's a bit too advanced. I wasn't even fully sure it was possible until I pulled it off. Then I smirk off to the side as the false image is destroyed. And shoot a headshot with two pistols into the Vajra's skull.
They dig deep! Making dark blue blood leak out his forehead in two spots. He lands on his feet, sliding for a few feet. Then he turns angrily towards me, weapons held wide and squatting in a runner's stance.
However, I've been cheating. I've been gathering plants beneath us this whole time. I point at the Monster, and clench my fist. Roots shoot out the ground, and wrap around the beast. Tightly. Until he's in a fetal position, arms restrained. And I'm trying to pop him like a bug.
Except the Yang in the plants won't let me. They ask to knock him out with just impulses of peace and kindness washing over me. I sigh and allow a knockout. For them anyway.
I approach the Beast as it fights against the Roots with a cocky stride. I ooze poisonous slime out my palms, and smear it on the Beast's side. Then step back. Its face turns pale, and his fist sized eyes become eerily human as he experiences the pain of my poison.
The Mask generates a whole pillar of Yang energy just to sustain this Beast as it survives my poison. I sigh annoyedly.
"Just let him die. He probably doesn't want this form forever anyway." I say, annoyed.
"Shut up! I am in control of the creature!" Mask snaps angrily.
The Mask holds a palm out towards me, and bone shards shoot out his palm through pores that enlarge themselves. I casually block them with just my hands and forearms while they're covered in my purple metal. It hurts a bit, but I'm good at smacking stuff out the air like this.
The poison begins to make the Beast have a seizure, but it's fighting through it with the Yang healing. I glare with intense malice and pride at the Beast. And shoot beams of Yin energy into its body as I block the bone shards.
Now my Yin is further killing him, baking his insides with pure malice. While the Mask still overwhelms me and heals the Creature. It's annoying, I don't know how to overwhelm it.
The Mask growls angrily, and suddenly flames burst out his body! Burning the roots to bits. Then he breathes fire at me. I run back and away to avoid the flames with all the speed I can muster. Which is just barely enough, but I must sprint a whole city block within a few seconds to avoid the flames. The heat still bakes my backside a bit though.
I don't stop running until the heat fades. When I turn back, I see the Masked Monster running away. I begin to give chase. But then I'm interrupted with visions. Visions of what's to come now that it's somehow certain I already failed.
I try to resist, sprinting while imbuing myself with my mana to supercharge my physical abilities. But the Mask opens a portal with a massive burst of Yin and Yang chi. And steps through it. Then he claps his hands, and closes the portal behind him.
I scream with angry pain, falling to my knees and covering my eyes. My eyes glow bright white because my Visions overwhelm me that much.
I see the future that will come. People will embrace monstrous forms to feed the Mask's need for violence. And worse yet, they will learn to control themselves eventually and blend back into humanity as humans. And worse yet, some of them are both Oracles and Immortals I will have to deal with eventually.
A lock forms around this pattern. As if it's fate locking itself in. And telling us this is a liability forever.
The last image I see is the Vajra I just fought growing stronger. And stronger. Until it's the size of the Imperial Palace. Armed with sharpened shards of massive stone to assault my home. In the year 1512.
Then I'm back in reality after this, panting heavily. My throat feels tight and raw due to fear. I'm shaken to my core with what my failure has caused.
Monsters amongst men. As if I wasn't bad enough.