09-23-2017, 05:34 AM
Fists clenching as he looked up at those horrid masks, Hijiri focused on releasing his true form, intent on powering-up, and smashing this thing to rubble – if for no other reason than to vent some of his anger.
Instead of the usual sweet sensation of strength filling his body, though, he experienced a strange jarring feeling, and found that he somehow instinctively knew he'd need to gather more Omnilium before being able to release his full power again. A lot more, actually. Apparently Omni hadn't been lying when he had said Hijiri would be nothing without that strange substance; in this reality it seemed that everything really did rely on it in order to function, to the extent that even an ability which had been completely natural and effortless back home was now impossible for him to use.
His teeth grinding in frustration, the Battle Rabbit... or rather... the human, glared up at those mocking smiles. Okay, so he couldn't use his true form, that was undeniably a heavy blow, but even without it, he was not necessarily powerless. Omni had at least deigned to give him a little of that Omnilium to get him started, so he might as well see what could be accomplished with what he had.
Focusing his mind on the katana he had owned back in his own world, and holding his hands out before him, Hijiri saw the small globe he had been given rise back out of one palm and begin to expand. Slowly, over the course of several minutes, it grew into a long, thin ovoid shape, before fading away to reveal his trusty blade within.
Grabbing the katana and unsheathing it, he tossed aside its scabbard and leapt up, atop the large pedestal, and grabbed the arm of the female statue to steady himself. He had been able to lower his weight and make the jump easily enough, so it seemed like he had at least maintained his limited ability to manipulate gravity, which was something to be grateful for, he supposed.
Stretching back his arm, and holding that pose for a couple moments as he focused his power around both his fist and sword, he then swung at the fountain with all his strength, releasing the charged energy just prior to the weapon's impact, to add substantial extra weight to the blow.
With a loud crack!, the blade's edge buried itself in the stone mask, and when he jerked it free a second later, the thing shattered into dozens of pieces.
“Gah!” taken by surprise at the sight of the cruel visage revealed beneath the mask, he leapt backwards, off the pedestal and across the pool, then took a couple more quick steps backwards after landing.
His sword had done nothing more than put a slight notch in the woman's nose after cutting through the ogre mask she had worn, so the expression Omni had given her was perfectly clear; with wide eyes, raised brows, and a crazed grin much wider than any ordinary mouth should have been capable of producing, the statue's face looked inhuman and fanatical. Though her expression was the least of his concerns; it was those eyes which really bothered Hijiri.
Rather than being carved of stone, they were... well... they were all too real-looking for his taste. Okay, so presumably they were merely coloured glass. That was the most likely explanation, he was sure. Extremely well made glass eyes. That must be it... surely not even a creature like Omni would have actually given his fountain real, living eyes. That would be just too weird. He had simply imagined seeing them move, obviously. It must just be some sort of optical illusion which made it appear as though she was staring directly at him.
Picking up his scabbard and sheathing the blade, he hurriedly turned and walked off without giving the statue so much as another glance. At this rate it would take far too long to tear down, and if he did eventually find some more Omnilium, he could always come back and deal with it later. Yes, he didn't have the time to waste here, that was all there was to it. He wasn't creeped out by that thing at all, and he certainly wasn't running away.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he could have sworn he felt its gaze following him as he strode off into the white waste, headed in a completely random direction.
Instead of the usual sweet sensation of strength filling his body, though, he experienced a strange jarring feeling, and found that he somehow instinctively knew he'd need to gather more Omnilium before being able to release his full power again. A lot more, actually. Apparently Omni hadn't been lying when he had said Hijiri would be nothing without that strange substance; in this reality it seemed that everything really did rely on it in order to function, to the extent that even an ability which had been completely natural and effortless back home was now impossible for him to use.
His teeth grinding in frustration, the Battle Rabbit... or rather... the human, glared up at those mocking smiles. Okay, so he couldn't use his true form, that was undeniably a heavy blow, but even without it, he was not necessarily powerless. Omni had at least deigned to give him a little of that Omnilium to get him started, so he might as well see what could be accomplished with what he had.
Focusing his mind on the katana he had owned back in his own world, and holding his hands out before him, Hijiri saw the small globe he had been given rise back out of one palm and begin to expand. Slowly, over the course of several minutes, it grew into a long, thin ovoid shape, before fading away to reveal his trusty blade within.
Grabbing the katana and unsheathing it, he tossed aside its scabbard and leapt up, atop the large pedestal, and grabbed the arm of the female statue to steady himself. He had been able to lower his weight and make the jump easily enough, so it seemed like he had at least maintained his limited ability to manipulate gravity, which was something to be grateful for, he supposed.
Stretching back his arm, and holding that pose for a couple moments as he focused his power around both his fist and sword, he then swung at the fountain with all his strength, releasing the charged energy just prior to the weapon's impact, to add substantial extra weight to the blow.
With a loud crack!, the blade's edge buried itself in the stone mask, and when he jerked it free a second later, the thing shattered into dozens of pieces.
“Gah!” taken by surprise at the sight of the cruel visage revealed beneath the mask, he leapt backwards, off the pedestal and across the pool, then took a couple more quick steps backwards after landing.
His sword had done nothing more than put a slight notch in the woman's nose after cutting through the ogre mask she had worn, so the expression Omni had given her was perfectly clear; with wide eyes, raised brows, and a crazed grin much wider than any ordinary mouth should have been capable of producing, the statue's face looked inhuman and fanatical. Though her expression was the least of his concerns; it was those eyes which really bothered Hijiri.
Rather than being carved of stone, they were... well... they were all too real-looking for his taste. Okay, so presumably they were merely coloured glass. That was the most likely explanation, he was sure. Extremely well made glass eyes. That must be it... surely not even a creature like Omni would have actually given his fountain real, living eyes. That would be just too weird. He had simply imagined seeing them move, obviously. It must just be some sort of optical illusion which made it appear as though she was staring directly at him.
Picking up his scabbard and sheathing the blade, he hurriedly turned and walked off without giving the statue so much as another glance. At this rate it would take far too long to tear down, and if he did eventually find some more Omnilium, he could always come back and deal with it later. Yes, he didn't have the time to waste here, that was all there was to it. He wasn't creeped out by that thing at all, and he certainly wasn't running away.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he could have sworn he felt its gaze following him as he strode off into the white waste, headed in a completely random direction.