Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1502: Banshee v. Bird

...Meanwhile, up in the eaves of the lair...

[Bleh...doing this was a terrible idea,] Razorstella griped. [Now I feel even more tired than before...]

[Hey...at least you can still...move...] Springerdermain groaned while lying on the ground like a ragged doll. [I'm pretty sure...my legs...are comatosed!]

[Bruh...]

As the ones forced to bear Screamira's drowsiness, Razorstella and Springerdermain had become even sleepier than before and were showing very different reactions to this status effect.

Razorstella had become more agitated, like a toddler that didn't want to nap.

In contrast, Springerdermain became...essentially a potato.

Either way, the both of them regretted taking on this additional mental burden upon themselves. On the plus side, Screamira was able to fulfill their duty.

[Wait...I just had another idea...] Springerdermain piped up, his mind somewhere between existence and non-existence. [What if one of us just...went to sleep? Couldn't use that as a means of having—what the fuck am I sensing?]

Before Springerdermain could fully articulate his idea, though, a very weird energy popped up on his radar. While the spring-limbed magician couldn't see what the source was for himself, Razorstella was still conscious enough to do so. Needless to say, her own expression mirrored Springerdermain's.

[Uh...did we ever establish what the hell these freaky masked fuckers actually are?] Razorstella asked.

[No?]

[I think we should contact Logos and Pathos on the double.]

[Oh boy.]

...Uh-Oh...

<Begin analysis on what the fuck Screamira just came into contact with?>

=I think I know what she just came into contact with, so...yes, just to double-check. =

<On it.>

...Back to the fighting...

Coming down like the banshee she was modeled after, Screamira took a deep breath as she concentrated a mix of death aether and [Chaos] in her throat before unleashing a powerful scream.

^GAH!^

The shockwaves from the scream slammed down on Halcon like a ton of bricks, knocking the bird-masked weirdo into the ground.

The force of the scream was also enough for Screamira to not only bounce herself backwards and better position herself but also provide space for Harriet to get the hell out of danger.

Despite this moment of martial triumph, though, Screamira didn't look entirely pleased at the outcome.

'That scream should've shattered his mask and negated most of the aether surrounding his body,' Screamira noted as she took on a fighting stance, ready for what was to come next. ' So why the hell does it look like my attack was about as inconvenient as a thrown beanbag to the nuts?!'

From what Screamira could sense, her [Chaos]-laced attack had made contact against Halcon's form. However, there was some weird energy involved that seemed unaffected by the more debilitating effects of [Chaos].

From Screamira's point of view, this felt as if she had just thrown a ball of paint that was meant to explode, only to find that the ball decided to just go with brute force instead.

Regardless, once Halcon had recovered from the surprise attack, the falcon-masked warrior got back onto his feet...and showcased some traits that definitely leaned more towards the inhuman side of things.

^Stupid bitch, how dare you injure me...^ Halcon growled in a weird voice that sounded like a mix between the rumbles of an angry man and the squawking of an oversized chicken.

To be more precise, the moment Halcon pushed himself off of the ground, his hands and arms began to take on more avian features, but in a strange artistic interpretation, as opposed to the more naturally organic look that avian Bloodliners had.

^Now, you're going to pay!^

Without so much as a warning or even time to throw up even the most remote of defenses, Halcon leapt towards Screamira with his blade in hand and aimed a decapitation strike against the skeletal kaijin woman.

'Whoa, he's fast!'

Screamira almost didn't have time to react to the attack, but she managed to duck down fast enough to prevent the blade from making contact with her neck.

Under normal circumstances, against regular opponents, Screamira wouldn't have even bothered dodging or blocking in the first place.

The aether empowering the attack would simply become undone the moment it came into contact with the [Chaos] radiating from her body, while any possible physical blow would be deflected or shattered against her inhuman physique.

This time around, though, Screamira felt her instincts telling her that coming into contact with this energy surrounding Halcon was going to lead to her having a very bad time.

Unfortunately, she soon found out precisely how.

After dodging the initial strike, Screamira thought that following it up with a headbutt to Halcon's abdomen was a good way to reclaim the initiative in this battle.

Most of the time, it was a brilliant idea.

In this instance, though, it just confirmed the suspicions that were bubbling in Screamira's brain bits.

^Oof!^

On the outside, it looked as if Screamira had simply slammed her skull into Halcon's abdomen and had forced the falcon-masked freak to take a step back due to the kinetic shock to his stomach.

To the uninitiated and novice, this was a brilliant countermove.

To Screamira herself, she couldn't help but notice that the energy she invested into her own attack seemed to fall...kind of flat.

'Alright, what the hell did I just slam my head against?'

The [Chaos] infused into her skull should've been strong enough to send any opponent at her level flying into the opposite wall while also infesting whatever wounds she created and forcing the sorry sod to waste precious time and energy in purging the effects.

Instead, she felt as if she had just tackled a training dummy at only a quarter of her usual strength. Not only that, but the [Chaos] she infused into her attack seemed to fizzle out as well. It was as if all the randomness and unpredictability of her attack was replaced with complete certainty.

On the fixed outcome of [Shove].

Hell, Halcon acted a bit like a training dummy who just got pushed back by a childish novice.

^Fuck! Looks like you're a touch more experienced in combat than what was anticipated. This is going to be annoying...^ Halcon grimaced, the bird-mask on his face somehow grinding its beak. ^But not impossible!^

Opting to be quick as opposed to lethal, Halcon proceeded to grip his blade with one hand while using his other to make a fist and punch downwards on Screamira's exposed back.

POW!

'What?!'

A dull thud echoed out as Halcon's fist made contact with the hardened bone exterior of Screamira's form, momentarily stunning the skeletal kaijin.

The blow itself was actually quite light, but the fact that she could feel it was the shocking bit, to her at least. Especially when, after she ran her senses over her body, she found that her internal and external [Chaos] were still very much intact.

This confused Screamira, as every other energy type that kaijin were vulnerable to usually led to immense pain. This was just...pain. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Light, almost bruise-worthy pain...but that was it.

Regardless, the moment Halcon saw that he had created an opening, he attempted to capitalize on it by taking his sword and plunging downwards.

^I'm going to sever that spine of yours in one clean blow!^

Unfortunately for him, Screamira wasn't born yesterday.

[Ghost Note!]

Recovering from the blow, Screamira quickly released an empowered high note that slammed into Halcon like a push kick to the abdomen.

^Again?!^

The blow, however, was so unexpected this time around that Halcon had accidentally released his weapon and allowed it to fall right by Screamira's side.

At that moment, Logos and Pathos decided to pipe up in Screamira's head.

...

<Screamira, we need you to grab that weapon for a hot minute. Spoiler warning: it's going to suck...in a weird way.

'Wait, what? Why?'

=If that blade is made of what we think it's made of, then we're going to need to have our Lord prioritize making bodies for the other three Tezcatlipocas ASAP. =

'...I now understand the Producer when it comes to you two being cryptic. Whatever.'

...

Screamira had no desire to touch this weapon or use this weapon against its owner, but she did as instructed and grabbed it so Logos and Pathos could gather the data that they needed.

'Okay, how bad could this—OW, WHAT THE FUCK?!'

As they had warned, grabbing the sword sucked absolute ass.

Over the course of her existence, Screamira had been able to feel what it was like to deal with [Chaos], dragon force, Nirvana energy, and musical aether.

The first two were actually painful to her; the third just made her feel queasy and weak, while the fourth one was such a wild card that it could either amplify her abilities or severely cripple her.

The energy attached to this blade, though, was doing something that was much more sinister to her and to any kaijin for that matter.

It tried to forcefully rewrite her identity from the ground up.

[FUCK THIS SWORD! I AM NOT A BIRD!]