Into the Insanity: Masako Vs Crow
The sound of Masako munching on the remains of Ursula, with heavy poisonous blood seemed mildly spicy to the Renegade Reitter. The wet noise of his teeth cutting throught flesh was revolting, as more and more blood was spilled from his mouth and slided down until his chest. His arms were complety covered in blood and guts, with some intestines coiled around his forearms. It was the sight of a nightmare, a man with no moral compass whatsoever, only bent on creating chaos and gaining more and more power. On of the other fighters, a young man with a silver handgun and multiple wounds all over his body asked Masako a question. The Black Reitter couldnt care less for that, as he was fixated in consuming everyone in the battlefield, since his new powers allowed to perceive the power inside each of them. The masked one seemed powerful, yet it's power seemed to be extremely refined, almost like a wine, that only got this good with age. The Tall and muscular one was the most physical imposing of the bunch, and was literally oozing with power, but it seemed to much at the moment, and it would burn Masako like it happened in Africa just hours ago. The one with the gun was just a perfect appetizer before moving to the bigger dishes. “Hey you! You are going to tell me whose blood that is. Is that blood from a red head named Roxy, she was about my age carried a large rifle is that her blood?!” were Crow words, shouting at Masako with badly contained rage and an increasingly disturbed glare. Masako kept licking his fingers for a while and Crow seemingly impatient threatened the Black Reitter “If that is her blood then I am going to kill you in one minute!” The Lighting Gunslinger sounded almost crazy, and the Renegade Reitter noticed that, but didnt care. As he finished licking his fingertips in his extended tongue, he started speaking, Maybe a killed her, maybe not, I dont know what's the issue, every living thing in the world is under me, so killing your kind is only natural Masako spoke with an arrogant tone of voice, arrogance given to him by his recent evolution. Crow reacted to the Black Reitter arrogant speech with anger, and as his PK Aura changed into burning red, a sign of extreme anger, volts of lighting coursed around The Rail-gun body as he activated the Overcharge. The lighting arc shining with the same crimson brightness of his crazed eyes that burned with intense hatred.“You want to know whose next amigo? I’ll be your opponent next! I’ll be your LAST opponent!” Crow suddenly pushed off the ground disappearing before Raseri or anybody could stop him; in mid movement Crow reloaded his gun and appeared to the right of Masako standing on a car.
The Nordic Tiger seemed to react when he saw Crow moving, but Paradox asked him to stop, I'll need your help to defeat Newdeath, let Crow Cementerio handle that stranger. Paradox was worried about the newcomer, but the leader of the Kisekians was a greater threat, and to fullfill his oath of killing him, he would need Raseri Rudd help. The Son of Thunder was also worried for Crow, as he seemed more eager to fight than usual, and his battle aura seemed distorted, affected for an outer source, but as the Masked Sage said, both of them would be needed to oppose the powerful Kisekian Warlord. Meanwhile the Lighting Gunslinger had suddenly moved over a car and without any doubt he shot a Burst Bullet aimed with sublime skill towards Masako. The Renegade Reitter new eyes, the Scarlach eyes, allowed him to detect the fluctuations of energy in his surroundings, thus he noticed the movement of Crow and turned around just in time to detect the incoming projectile. Too slow gunman! he said with absurd over confidence, as he lifted a small TT barrier and blocked the bullet with it, managing to even block out the explosion, receiving minor wounds in the palm of his hand, on scratches and a mild burn, that started to heal slowly, yet steady, thanks to his Reitter Physiology. Masako noticed Crow slowly slipping into the Insanity, as the bright red aura of his rage slowly turned more and more dark, with black lines extending like a disease over the Gunslinger Pysche. The Reitter empathic and telephatic skills were something that the Wicked Teen considered useless, since he didnt had the need to get into inferior minds, yet this time around, intrigued by Crow's sudden change, Masako took a peek on the Rail-gun mind, and heared the mad mantra of the Gunslinger newfound lust for power. The Reitter smiled, thinking that he found an opponent worthy of his evolved powers, but in his arrogance he didnt noticed soon enough that where Crow was standing before, now only a small dust cloud was there, over the roof of the ruined car. The attack on the gut took Masako by surprise, taking his breath away. Even with his superior body, an attack like that, without a TT Barrier was dangerous, as it pushed the Wicked teen backwards, leaving two trails of ruined floor, as he was pushed with great strenght but he managed to remain attached to the ground. The Gunslinger followed up the attack by emptying the gun bullets, a mix up of regular ammunition and explosive ones. Masako, still stunned by the bodyblow reacted sluggishly to the bullets, and only managed to block two of them, unluckly regular bullets.
The explosions shook the Reitter and pushed him backwards with great force. One impacted in the right side of his head, almost revealing his skull and blowing up his right eye, the second bullet torn his left arm at elbow height, and the third bullet scrapped his right side, opening his skin, almost reaching the organs. The sound of the blasts stunned him even more, as his brain was still shaking by Crow's bullet explosion against his head. What... the... F%&$..was..that? the Renegade Reitter asked, barely standing, staggering like a drunken man. His body helped to stop the blood loss by diverting the veins, thus the wounds didnt bled much, but still he was losing strenght by the second. The three voices in his head insulted him for his weakness, ordering him to kill, control or eat the opponent in front of him. Masako could barely stand and the energy levels of Crow was spiking around his gun that was getting surrounded by jolts of crimson lighting. In that split second as the mighty Rail-gun was moving towards him, Masako noticed the futility of his struggle, it was only for a second, but himself, completly convinced of being superior than anything, cutting himself from his human emotions as a path to power, discovered that he was wrong. In normal conditions, with his new powers at full strenght, fighting the opponent in front of him, that only seemed like a poor apetizer at the beginning of the fight, now, out of sheer emotion was powerful, much more powerful than him. The Railgun hitted him in the chest, at first pushing him backwards with amazing speed, causing the young Reitter to crash against wall after wall of debris and ruined buildings, and then the powerful crimson shot of lighting managed to pierce the wounded Reitter skin and punched a hole that almost cutted him in half. Masako crashed against a massive wall almost splattering his guts all over the place, and fitting into a hole the same size of his silohuette, with cracks in the concrete surrounding him. Masako was dying, he could notice how the life was slipping out from him, while a massive puddle of blood was formed under him. The Reitter could barely hear Crow crazy ramble“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH! I told you didn’t I, that I was going to kill you in one minute! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I swear on my word as a…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…Gunslinger! I’m going to kill you!” HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” Masako had something inside him after hearing that frenetic taunting, something that he though that died in his evolution. He was a creature of instincts, not enraged, only hungry, but right now, as he was being insulted by somebody he considered inferior, he wouldnt take it anymore, and a flame of rage extended throught his whole body.
The sudden release of energy from the Black Reitter seemed more akin to the palpitation of a heart than anything else, sending pulse of PK energy around him, while his body was being coated in black flame-like energy, the manifestation of the emotions bottled up after his transformation, a cocoon of black energy swirling around him. A massive detonation ended the transformation, turning the surroundings of the Hell Reitter into a crater. Thus the Schwarz Konig Hell Reitter (Black King Illuminated Reitter) was born from pure untamed emotion, the polar opposite of a Reitter, that bottled up his emotions to use them as fuel for their power without revealing them, the Black King mode let those bottled emotions blow up without any controll. Masako was walking out of the crater, completly covered in black energy with strange spheres surrounding him. This mode wouldnt last long, as the emotions released like this would burn 10 times faster than using only the TT or PK powers. The Hell Reitter lacked any control or order, his only goal was to trash Crow and everything else, a creature of pure might and hatred was born, thanks to the exposure to the Gunslinger Insaity, that managed let Masako reach the truth inside himself. In this form he couldnt absorb energy or project it, his only weapon were the floating black orbs, called Konig Strum (King Storm) that would crash against the opponent and explode in pure energy. He could aslo fight, but lacking of any discipline or fighting skill, more akin to a wild beast than a human. Masako charged foward with a strange unnatural growl, something unknow to everyone in this world, he reached the same speed as Crow and he was attacking with a claw, enough to split a building in half. His eyes were bright like embers from hell itself as he moved his arms, almost if he was moving the spheres, launching them towards the Insanity Infected Gunslinger . Even from the distance Raseri and Paradox, that were in route to face Newdeath could notice the sudden power-up. The Nordic Tiger was worried about his friend, but he kept his doubts for himself, as Paradox carried an aura of determination he never seen in a man. The Masked Man had a goal, and if he had to die to fullfill it, he would gladly give his life for that to happen. Meanwhile in a secluded location, far away from the battleground a sensor started to beep, as if it was detecting something. A voice called his superior. We got it Sir, he is in U.S.A. The superior officer moved closer to the console, and the light from the screen illuminated his face, a set of scars crossed his face, distorting it into a monster-like mask, Perfect, send the troops, we need to take that Black bastard down.