Aren't You Forgetting Something? (Part 5) Epilogue
The dust and debris cleared, where once there was a solid oaken door now is a gaping hole and rubble, and two silhouettes emerged into view.
"KNOCK KNOCK! ANYONE HOME?!" yelled Aziz as he entered Kyomi's temple, "tsk tsk tsk, Kyomi-chan what terrible hospitality!" He spoke shaking his head condescendingly "We're your HONOURED...." Aziz broke into a sprint. "GUESTS!" In barely a blink of an eye Aziz was right in front of Kyomi still kneeling with Maihime in her lap, "and we are to be treated with the... UTMOST..." Aziz pivoted on one bent knee to deliver a sweeping low kick. "...RESPECT!" before Kyomi can even process Aziz's movements, the devastating kick landed precisely, breaking her neck and dislocating her lower jaw knocking her straight into her streaming setup, shattering the monitors and colliding with the tempered glass computer case completely trashing it and collasping the table underneath. Kyomi exhaled violently in burst of blood from the impact.
Aziz stood up triumphantly, his hands confidently resting on the side of his hips in a heroic stance, Roach-chan gleefully prancing up behind him and dangling her body over his shoulder and gripping his arm like a pole, "Oh Aziz-sama~" she chirped, "Show that tasteless whore whos the strongest of them all!" swooning over her oshi.
Kyomi gestured her mannequins to take Maihime and Madoka away to safety before crawling out of the ruin heap of silicon, splintered wood and metal, steadily herself up. Aziz and Roach-chan paid her meat puppets no mind, their eyes and focus was firmly on Kyomi herself. "Fuck. My. Life." Kyomi repeated beneath her breath, snapping her neck into place and popping her lower jaw back into realignment and smirked "I know who you are! You're ASSES, leader of the FISTS IN THE ASS sect! The most homosexual fight club in all of Youdu!"
Aziz's face turned red with anger as he processed Kyomi's insult, "YOU FUCKING WEAK BITCH!" he adjusted his stance, circling his hands and motioning his fingers around into a trance like state. "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING YOUR FACE EVERYWHERE I GO!" The very air around his imposing sacred martial art form picked up aceleration and an lethal alacrity, "I turn to take a piss KYOMI! Sit down to have a drink? KYOMI! KYOMI THIS! KYOMI THAT! KYOMI! KYOMI! FUCKING KYOMI!" Kyomi could feel her face being being cut by the wind emenating from his slow and purposeful cutting motion of his hands and fingers. "I AM GONNA PUT AN END TO YOUR WEAKNESS AND MADNESS ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Aziz launched himself at lightning speed ready the jabbing edge of his fingers becoming an spiraling wind nexus of deathstrokes.
Kyomi grinned as she saw this all unfold, with an almost unnatural dexterity, she stretched her left arm out in front of her towards the incoming onslaught, peeling back her left hand and fingers as far as she can flex. Kyomi aimed an wide open palm towards Aziz, dictating in a calm formal voice. "Sacrificial Liquidation: Left Arm Release." Her left arm glowed iridescently before detonating into maelstrom of unstable energy, a point blank shotgun blast that obliterated everything in front of her in a cone area, destroying the remainder of her room. Aziz relented his assault for a moment to evade with a swift sidestepping flank. The whirling storm of Kyomi's explosion barely grazing his skin. Like a crashing tidal wave he continued to approach, flicking his fingers and hitting Kyomi's right arm several times, rupturing it open like a flower petal. Kyomi's left arm is completely erased at the shoulder ball joint and her right arm is a mangled mess of bone shards and torn flesh.
Kyomi did not stop grinning as her blood poured out of her sides. She simply stomped the ground, detonating a thin layer of calloused skin on her soles to launch herself into the air, before all of Aziz's strikes can hit her. Kyomi swirled her body around midair, right on top of Aziz's lounge, using the centrifugal momentum to spread out the mangled flash and bone of her right arm like an abhorrent canopy over Aziz's position and in a calm almost monotonic dictation proclaimed, "Sacrificial Liquidation: Right Arm Release." A ball of dizzling pyrophoric energy descended upon Aziz's head, he could feel the heat and scorching fire of the impending deathball of energy on his face, he curled up and rolled out of the blast radius, not before being infliect with third degree burns on the front half of his body, everything beneath the blast was blown way leaving a clean crator. Aziz still smoking from the attack, redoubled his efforts and jumped towards Kyomi preparing to unleash his ultimate attack. He roared "SACRED MARTIAL ART: NEEDLES THAT CASTIGATE THE SOUL - TEN THOUSAND OBLIVIONS!" His arms were a blurring hurricane of motion, thousands of pinpoint blows penetrated Kyomi's body detonating bursts of tiny wind vaccum explosions, before Kyomi's soul was completely severed and her body was still intact , she landed on the remaining ceiling of her temple, detonated her soles again to launch downwards on Aziz attempting to land an overhead heel kick and again still grinning and still softly spoken in that corporate rhythmless voice, "Sacrifical Liquidaiton: Right Leg release". Kyomi's temple ignited in an enormous fireball, her vaporized remains splattered on Aziz's head, caking him in her visceral and blood.
Aziz fell to the ground, collapsing in absolute exhaustion, his body charred and battered.
Roach-chan skittered her way to Aziz's broken body and exclaimed, "Aziz-sama you killed that Whore! Once again you have proven yourself the strongest!"
"Damn fucking right I am!" assured Aziz, as Roach-chan dragged his body off the ground. "I am the strongest!" And the pair slowly made their way out of the crime scene.
A group of Kyomi mannequinns were moving furniture and various boxes and crates of equipment from the mortal world to the new location along the spines. They made their way to a new apartment complex along the Ninth Serpent Head Spine path on the coccyx's section. A few strangling mannqueinns were careflully lifting Maihime and Madoka in toll. And the primary Kyomi sitting in her gamer chair staring at her new streaming setup, grining ear to ear, "That was a fun little fight, no wonder those combatard blockheads love bashing their skulls in all the time. Maaaaybe I'll have another go at it!"