OOC-From the sound of it, it seems like the action’s picking up, lol.
Canterlot- Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns
Thomas Oliver exhaled softly, nervous. “Hopefully I don't look like a great fool,” he muttered.
“As compared with how you usually look?” Moon Dancer said dryly.
“Damn, Tsukimai, could you please be a bit more sarcastic?” Thomas quipped, amused as Moon Dancer sputtered, apparently caught off guard as he chuckled, crouching.
Celestia gently touched his shoulder. “I'll be there right next to you,” she said comfortingly.
“To quote Wiz Khalifa: I never fear death or dyin, I only fear never trying,” he quipped. He stared skyward, unaware that his helm shifted with very soft creaks and squeaks, becoming more of a predator's helmet.
{Start - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsGcaYOhALs }
He exhaled softly, not noticing the mouth of the predatory helm opening a bit to reveal razor sharp teeth as steam curled out of the slightly open maw before he shoved off hard, his wings flaring out before pushing down quickly.
Celestia tilted her head, her hair swaying in the sudden surge of air. “Clearly he's unaware that, from my guess, that this form has what appears to be a 'battle state', I suppose you could call it,” she mused as she pushed off gracefully.
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Thomas did notice that his vision had shifted into the infrared state, which was a bit distracting. It was mostly shades of pale blue, luminous orange, dark sapphire blue, and red, though he did notice that, when the 'Takonpas’ charged their weapons, there was a growing pulse of greenish blue light before they fired.
He heard gentle flapping as he took a careful breath, wincing slightly at the tension in his shoulders from using the unfamiliar muscles to flap the new wings. ‘It would make sense, if I’m able to summon them, could I dismiss them as well? Though… I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu, despite the fact that I know for absolutely certain I’d remember anything even remotely similar to this,’ he thought. He glanced over his shoulder at a soft throat clearing before he blushed slightly, seeing Celestia smiling slightly as he hovered, though she did so with far less effort than himself.
“Getting used to your wings?” she said teasingly.
He shrugged. “I guess, despite the fact that I’ve never had any, nor do I recall any dreams of them,” he said wryly, the mouth of the helm moving with his words. Hollow booms sounded as explosions of smoke detonated around them before his eyes narrowed, glowing a hot orange. “I don’t know about you, Princess, but these things are pissing me off,” he growled, his voice sounding almost like Nicolas Cage’s version of the Ghost Rider from the first movie right before the encounter with the fallen angel disguised within the wind itself.
His hand flicked out, the nodaichi surging forth from its sheath and flipping rapidly, deflecting several laser blasts with the blade that detonated harmlessly away before the hilt landed in his palm. His golden orange eyes narrowed as the blade lowered before igniting with black and golden fire. “Let’s take these Takonpas out… preferably for good, before they do any more damage,” he said quietly as the flames winked out, though the edge of the blade still rippled with the aura while the upper part of the edge near the tip was glowing a hot silvery white with steam curling around the blade. “Kuresu… Shēnbō,” he barked as he slashed it upward, releasing a silvery white arc of burning energy that trailed pitch black flames as the ‘Sonic Crescent’ sheared through half of the Takonpas approaching before detonating in a large fireball.
He saw Celestia smirk before she fired a blast of golden energy from her horn, impacting another ship that detonated. “Double or nothing?” he quipped, smirking slightly, the corners of the predatory helm holding a similar, if a bit more intimidating and frightening, smirk.
“You think you can manage it?” Celestia quipped, smirking.
“I’m sure we can, working together,” Thomas said in a growling tone as his gaze swept around before he shot higher before twisting, the pulsing, glowing blade forming a spiraling aura that looked almost like a drill bit. “Zuǎnkǒ Biāo,” he growled as he shot at one as it fired several bursts that deflected off the aura as it narrowed, glowing a heated silvery white that trailed black flames and golden sparkles as he felt the tingling heat of Celestia’s aura speeding his movements as he sheared through one, followed by the second a few dozen feet behind him. He uncurled from his ‘drilling position’ as he felt disoriented before twisting, shearing a arcing Kuresu Shēnbō at the pilot of one of the Takonpas. The ship itself detonated in the sky as a burst of golden plasma sheared through it as he glanced down at Celestia, seeing her wielding a halberd with a heavy axe blade with three radiating sunbeams forming the blade with a narrower, lighter straight blade hovering near her before she slashed it upward at an angle, shearing through another Takonpas ship as it detonated a few feet behind her.
He noticed a few diving towards a distant town before he inhaled deeply, his glowing eyes shifting to a baleful crimson. “I don't think so, you bastards,” he muttered as he shifted the blade as he pressed the pads of his fingers along the razor sharp edge as golden-ruby flames erupted, following the blood trickling down to the tip of the blade. He lifted his fingers, wincing at the immediate burning ache before he saw the cuts heal.
The blade drifted, forming a ring as two slowly rotating silver crescent moons formed. “Seijitsuki Konzetsu,” he murmured huskily as he rotated the blade over his head, the ring following before it shattered, the crescents surging forth at such high speeds, it sounded almost like a lightning strike.
He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Celestia’s jaw drop as the crescent blasts of energy sped, trailing golden red tipped black flames as they sheared through the ships, which detonated explosively, though the crescents faded as they arced back around, vanishing as they slowed. “Somehow, I get the feeling that coming up with a theory on how that attack works wouldn’t be easy, though I suspect that I’m condensing the air to such an extent that it doesn’t just ignite but shift to a quasi plasmic state, though it seems to need a certain medium to keep the energy stable,” he said softly, thinking. Unfortunately, almost in that very instant, he felt the exhaustion hit him like someone had hit him in the back of the head with a baseball bat as his armored form shattered before being sucked into the Coin, which fortunately didn’t eject, though his wings also dissolved into wisps of flame that faded away, unfortunately. He distantly felt himself being caught before he felt the breeze for a few seconds before he completely passed out unconscious.