- Final Blow:
- The Indaina Kujira has been critically weakened. Time to deliver the final blow!
Objective: Use a Kaijuu-sized blow (Tail Beast Mode, Boss Summon, Tate Eiboshi etc) to sock the Indaina Kujira in the jaw and bring it down once and for all.
The beast felt it in its chest first. The weariness and pain of constant physical torture. From the moment it had arrived, the insects had descended upon it. They were faster, stronger and more cohesive than its programming had led it to believe. These humans, these termites had found every piece of flesh and machinery that was necessary for its survival and they had destroyed it with extreme prejudice. It had tried to fight them off. It had called in every tactic, strategy, and scenario that had been embedded into its mind courtesy of the world's greatest geniuses and yet, that was not enough. It heard a voice in its own head. It sounded nothing like what had actually been repeated in the bowels of a hidden room many miles away from here. This voice was clear and without accent.
"Alkaline Protocol. Zero. Zero. Nine. Eight. Beta. Zulu. Three. Zero. Two. Rashi Tehillim Messier: ケイ素 "
First it was silent then burning. Its lungs were burning! They were on fire! It gasped and tried to exhale but instead a spray of black vomit erupted from its mouth. The oil-like substance showered up to 50% or more of the Emporium. It was odorless and tasteless but careful examination would reveal that it was a vital part of the Indaina Kujira. A liquid that could not be regenerated nor replenished in anyway. One of the beasts' lungs collapsed as some hidden device was detonated. Its took shallow and ragged breaths as its body continued to be assaulted from all angles. It had tried to defend itself and fight back, but its minions were thinning out. The first sign came with the destruction of its transmodifier from a flying pest. There were far less puppets it could call on and then suddenly with the incapacitation of its Inner Core nulled their help completely. The construct was forcibly pushed out of its body due to the sabotage of some kind of sadist. Without its minions, it wanted to flee but alas it could not. The Kujira's back was burning with a black fire that left it paralyzed and stuck. Its wings, its teleportation, its ability to fly like a supersonic heli-carrier were all shuttered. The Dialframe had been broken beyond repair and now it was a sitting duck. The Indaina Kujira's internal organs were also assaulted, each one shutting off another avenue of offense and defense. Its ability to conjure Demonic chakra. Gone. Its ability to summon Natural Energy. Gone. Its ability to conjure the Elements. Gone. At first, the beast did not panic. Why would it? Panic was a human emotion. A pathetic and cerebral response to stimuli outside of its control. The feeling paralyzed and weakened those who experienced it. The legacy Bijuu, inferior and outdated as they were, suffered from such ailments. Fortunately, the Catalyst's creators had spared it those useless emotions. It began to think of a logical solution to its current predicament when an unfamiliar sensation overtook its mind.
It began making mistakes. Small ones at first. They were subtle and not the sort of things a person would think twice of in the heat of battle. But then, it began making more of them. The errors were of an irrational character and they were always preceded by this sensation. When it saw Konoha-Nin, it sent swarms of puppets to their location regardless of the circumstances. It saw blue, it wasted chakra firing electricity even when it made no sense to do so. Each mistake predictably caused setbacks and defeats on numerous fronts. No longer in control of its own emotions, the beast roared in frustration and anger. It felt heat! The monster was burning up not just emotionally, but physically. Its cooling turbines were shot and its temperature regulator was undergoing severe electrical interference. The beast was sweating and struggling to breath. It tried to tap into its massive chakra reservoirs only to find them nearly empty.
That was when the panic came.
Someone (no something, as no human could possibly have enough chakra to overload its batteries) had fried its perpetual source of energy. It was now running on fumes and incurring even more internal damage. Its sense of direction and balance was scrambled due to a piercing loud sound. A sound that was not only driving it insane but actively destroying sensitive parts of its vestibular system. When it tried to regenerate the damaged parts, it only felt a tension throughout its body. Dozens of bees had infiltrated its tissue and clogged its piping system with some kind of foreign substance. Whether it was a coagulant or worse, the beast could not say, but the reality was that it could no longer send coolant, adhesive, regenerative fluid, healing chakra or life-saving anti-bodies to the places that needed it. It was dying and it had no way to stop it.
Its spirit was finally broken when its crowing jewel had failed to assimilate. The Gravity Matrix was the one thing it needed to survive and get away from this place. With the power of Okane's mighty anti-gravity technology, it could supercharge its systems and potentially escape. That was now impossible. A viscous substance had damaged the tendrils it was using for the assimilation process and now the matrix was no longer able to be fully integrated. The Indaina Kujira's advanced mind crunched the numbers and realized that it was now doomed. It had no capacity to survive what was coming next. The Catalyst screamed a dirge that could be heard across the city. The scream shattered every window on the Emporium and was a signal to the world that they had won. The Beast was barely able to keep itself afloat but no sooner had it stabilized its flight did its final challenger come into vision.
This blow would be the last.