The battle had been won at long last,
and the war seemed to finally be over.
Now, the very buxom meltrandi – some
simply called her a giantess – Klan Klang merely had to wait for
the retrieval team for her poor Queadluun-Rea. She had been shot down
during the fight and had since been forced to sit around and watch.
The buxom woman climbed out of her
damaged mecha.. her skin-tight and form-fitting red/purple/white
flight-suit – cut open in a few places. It was a tight fit, but she
got out j

“Just what I'd expect from
Immelmann.” Dio chuckled with a clever smile gracing his lips.
Not remotely disappointed about losing the Horizon eight race in the
end as he and Luciola watched the Vanship crewed by Claus and Lavie
sped into the distance as the victorious pair wanted to venture onto
a victory lap for good measure.
Of course, that was before the lights
suddenly went out.. courtesy of a certain red Vanship. Though,
neither of the crews knew the details of what was happening elsewhe

It
was a dark and stormy night to be out in.. but Kisara had little
choice in the matter. The person whom she admired the most, Kaname
Kugatachi, otherwise known as Freya, called her minutes ago. Calling
her over to the abandoned warehouse by the harbor where she and the
Valkyries ordinarily train.
She
did not even bother to get out of her night clothes, just put her
ordinary clothes on top along with rain clothes. Still, despite the
burden of such clothes, she managed to keep herself at a hefty

"Not bad, kid."
She straightened her fingerless
fighting gloves, embellished with the Roman numeral 'VIII', which
displayed her status as the newest member of the group which leads
the strongest delinquent fighting group in the area, Ragnarok, The
Eight Fists League.
The sixteen years old taekwondo
practitioner Kisara Nanjo gave an interested smirk as she watched the
freshman, Kenichi Shirahama mop her group up, stopping them from
continuing beating down the traitors Takeda and Ukita.

A shot in the dark, barely ducked in time to let it pass harmlessly over her head. It sure was a close call.
"Vector plate." she quickly chanted, an arrow appearing on the ground below her, pointed into an alley just a few feet away and launched her into it. It was starting to become a routine on this trip.
She, Medusa Gorgon, a Witch with few equals were getting chased across the city of Paris. She came there to confirm the rumours about the Madness wavelength closely matching that of Kishin wa

A dilemma cometh.
That were her first thought immediately when she were given the order alongside Mizune by Medusa.
Eruka left the back room of the local African towns temple alongside the Mouse Witches whom quickly combined with Fusion dance to increase their power. Instead of all five into one. They went with a dual solution. On one hand, three combined and turned into a teenager, while the other two became a kid.
The number of Mizune's combining affected the age of the combined form.
A fascin

Troublesome.
But at the same time joyful.
That was what Medusa would had described this day thus far. She had nearly been found out, that was about it when it came the troublesome part. But it were a day of progress also, the Human Weapon, scythe variant; Soul Eater Evans. He had been confirmed being contaminated with her in the works Black Blood. She would observe his immediate future progress with great interest.
However, a favorable outcome seemed as though it were far away. He had a Meister

The Heartless split apart and vanished as the blade passed through it, the general of the Emperor's armies of the Land of Dragons stood tall looking to his forces that was scattered through the courtyard and throughout the palace, hundreds of soldiers that tried to destroy the shadowy invaders. The noise was deafening, hundreds of battle cries and the clatter of swords, spears, shields and arrows joined by the metallic takkato sounds made by the guns of the third platoon from the RGDF, lead by C

She took her first step and onto this world, covered in snow as it seemed. Kairi looked around slowly and shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to get used to the cold. She did not know why she refused, albeit gently, to wear a proper winter jacket before landfall, but here she was.
She looked back over her shoulders at the Gummi ship behind her, as well as numerous other ships that had landed with it. Several soldiers milled back and forth as they established a camp close to

She sang to a melodious tune, only interrupted when she sampled the soup she was making so far with a small cup, savored the taste and found it almost to her satisfaction.. adding to it a little more spice before she continued to sing, proceeding further with the preparations.
Kairi pulled off the chef's attire she was wearing while she left the soup with a steady warmth, it was ready along with the other courses that she prepared. In addition to the soup, she had prepared a bowl of boiled potat

Enough is enough, part 3.
Tifa had alot on her mind going on, she had been trying to formulate a plan directed towards the inevitable confrontation between Sora and two of his closest friends, Kairi and Selphie. But little had come up till now, she had mostly busied herself with training Sora to be a better and more efficient predator, which were coming along better than she hoped... over the course of the last few days, the woman had made most of the effort directed towards surpressing his sens

Enough is enough. Part 2.
Sora slept off the intoxicating notion that continued to wrack him, the desire to eat someone. A desire he was not much familiar with, haunting him in his sleep. But whatever he was dreaming about, it made him squirm every once in a while... a blush would occasionally spread on his cheeks.. but otherwise, he looked more at peace than he had been for a long time.
But all good things would have to end eventually, at the hand of the strong sunshine that blasted through the

Enough is enough. Part 1.
Sora layed there, sprawled out on his bed so full of thoughts that whoever watched, could almost see the cogs working in his head. The boy had slept uneasily through the night. He had been thinking of some particular things lately, like if any of what's happened was real... or not.
It had nothing to do with the adventures he had gone to.. Nothing about the many evil villains he had met and fought against, had nothing to do with the myriads of bizarre monstrosities that