Post by HyperGFreak on Apr 8, 2007 22:55:25 GMT -5
(Dammit, IR, can't you get rid of the post limits? My stupid battle was too long...)
NOTE: ANYONE WHO WISHES TO MAKE A MATCH INVOLVING SYINTAX/ONE OF MY OTHER KAIJU NEED NOT BOTHER TO GET MY PERMISSION OR ANYTHING. YOU HAVE MY ENCOURAGEMENT TO MAKE AS MANY FANTASY MATCHES AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU.
Syintax Stats: tkarena.proboards81.com/index.cgi?board=stats&action=display&thread=1169221210
Summary: Syintax isn’t exactly stupid, per se, but its first choice does not involve cunning or intricate battle planning. While it will pull some nifty tricks out of its backside when need be, it mainly resorts to the brutal, straightforward approach – a direct melee assault, relying on its obsidian flesh to protect it. In that regard, Syintax is a master of its class; however, if this leaves it at a distinct disadvantage, such as when fighting a foe with very agile flight speeds or one with an attack that bypasses its armor, such as an energy-based one, it will not hesitate to whip out a more far-fetched trick. Syintax’s Eye Beams and Violet Lightning are its favorites, while the Burning Venom comes into play during melee combat. Syintax is also a fan of its Wing Lightning, which can reach places other attacks can’t. Syintax also frequently abuses its Darkness Blast, as much as it can without exhausting its energy. However, its Plasma Gout is a rare occurrence to see in itself, and it is barely ever seen unleashing its telekinetic powers.
Sample Battle:
Once upon a time, Syintax, Grand King Ghidorah, Kumasogami, and the rest of its demonic friends were having a picnic in a park in God knows what part of the world. It was quite fun, really. Kumasogami was drunk on seraph blood and dancing the funky chicken with a kaiju-size lampshade on his head, and the Gyaos were taking pictures with their massive disposable cameras that they bought from the Wal-Mart that the Devil ran in his demonic haven down in hell.
Upon discovering that the writer just typed such a statement, Grand King Ghidorah started to ponder how the Devil got out of a canceled movie in the first place. He couldn’t figure it out. Suddenly, Destoroyah walked in with a totally random decapitated head dripping blood, running in rivulets down its claw. It spread the sad news – Iris, DesGhidorah, and some random Hyper Gyaos had just been mysteriously killed!
Everybody got furious and started hyping themselves up to go out for revenge, with the exception of Kumasogami, who was now busy singing rock songs, because rock is the Devil’s music. Just then, Harrison Ford, who author harbors no hard feelings against – the poor guy was just the first actor to pop into his head – came running through the picnic in his Han Solo outfit, somehow seventy meters tall.
Syintax grabbed Harrison, bit his head off, and then disemboweled the movie star, sending his intestines flying every which way. Next, they grabbed Kumasogami, drenched him in cow urine (Fresh out of sacrifices from Hindu temples or whatever they have, no doubt) to sober him up, and made him use his sword-hand to cut the entrails up. Destoroyah clenched them all in one claw, and they all drew internal organs to see who would go to the most heavily populated area, attract as many guardians as possible, and kill them all.
Syintax drew the long intestine. It had to leave, but not before it got drunk on more seraph blood and staggered off the giant checkered blanket, screaming profanity in kaiju language and doing its best to sing along with Dracula’s karaoke performance.
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Los Angeles. Translated from Spanish, the Angels. A perfect place for heavenly love-making, fun, bright sun, and great times on the beach, including more love-making. One wouldn’t expect a demon to show up there, but then, one wouldn’t expect a demon to show up anywhere without being attacked by homicidal Evangelists. Why can’t they all stay at home and watch Neon Genesis Evangelion instead? Be peaceful!
This particular area was on the outskirts of the city; yet, it was still quite peaceful and pleasant, save for one main flaw – the freeway running past it, a four-lane one. There were two on each side, bustling with the traffic, separated by the divided in the middle. Gravel blew into the air as vehicles blew past; scraggy grass rose from the cracks in the sun-baked asphalt.
On the west, hills loomed, green and grassy, overshadowing the freeway. On the east, there was a line of young, fresh, trees, behind which was a tall net designed to catch baseballs that went too far. Obviously, that was accompanied by a baseball park, surrounded on all sides by two to four story office buildings expanding outwards from the freeway for a good half a mile or so. This secluded place was cut off from its surroundings by more hills, protecting it from the harsh reality of the real world.
...so it would seem to one overlooking this all from the overpass that bridged the freeway. That is, until a slut ran over to a hairy thug, he or she inhaled the copious amounts of pollution, and a shot rang out in some back alley, followed by the scream of some dying person.
As it happened, some guy stood on the overpass, leaning over the rail, trying hard not to breathe. Then he threw back his head and screamed, “MONSTERS...FIGHT!”
He looked around him; saw nothing. “Aw, this is stupid,” he muttered, taking two steps before somehow transforming into Jet Jaguar and flying away into the sky with random mechanical dings and whirrs. However, it appears he left too early, because that’s when Syintax first shows its horrendous face.
Past the hills on the west are a multitude of trees and shade. As it happened, several young children, a loving father and mother, and the rest of the Brady Bunch were playing Frisbee in a clearing. That was when a shadow fell over the hapless humans, and a child looked up. “Look, mommy,” he pointed out, rather belatedly. “A giant foot!”
Then Syintax, the hellish demon, touched down, shaking the earth with what must have been a good five or six on the that scale thing that measures tremors that I’m too lazy to figure out how to spell. Trees topple, their branches splaying, along with copious bark and splinters, across Syintax’s three-clawed talons; birds take off into the sky; chipmunks fall over dead from the aura of malice radiating from this dark being.
The only member of the Brady Bunch of survive, a teenage girl, looks down, horrified, as the blood of her family members leaks out from under one of Syintax’s three toes. The long talons have sank firmly into the earth, displacing loamy soil that is rapidly being stained red. An arm sticks out of the mess, clothes shredded, gashed and torn, groping for life.
Then Syintax moves its feet, starting to walk. While she is only a few feet away, the foot itself clips her under the chin with enough force to fling her up, and let her drop back down onto a rock, breaking her back.
Syintax looks around, the white bone armor on its head glistening in the bright noon daylight, its crimson eyes flickering eerily as it observes its surroundings. Capped with armor, its slavering maw opens to unleash a roar. It starts low, like one starting to chortle, albeit maliciously, and grows, evolving into a guffaw. This cry is surprisingly long, and as the scream rises in volume, it begins to turn into a high-pitched, Destoroyah like scream that echoes over Los Angeles and that is heard miles away.
The demon moves, its feet brushing aside the trees at its feet. With rustling noises and the cracking of wood, they topple, age-old vegetation displaced without further ado. Continuing, Syintax storms through the plants, until it reaches the hill dividing it from the freeway. With a snarl, it sweeps one claw out, the long white blades cutting through the dirt like a toddler shoves his hand through the ground. The hill gives way as Syintax’s claw emerges, dripping clods of soil, and pours down into the freeway, covering the west two lanes and spilling over the divider. Syintax smashes and kicks its way through the remainder.
Below, a trucker is the first to encounter the landslide, and he plows right into it, killed instantly as his truck’s front shatters, glass impaling him, blood slipping down his face. Glass is stuck in his brow and right eye; brain juice mingles with saliva. Behind this is a b*tchy woman on her cell phone, whose eyes widen before her call explodes on the truck’s rear.
Syintax’s other foot steps over the first carnage he has triggered, and slams down smack dab into road. As it steps, the road itself cracks and shatters, slabs of cement thrown into the air. Cars crushed beneath its talons burst into muffled flame beneath its foot.
As it passes over the freeway, Syintax’s wings clip the nearby overpass, sending it tumbling down, crushing more people. But the demon is more preoccupied in shredding the net opposite it with its claws, turning it into tissue paper.
It has just crossed the baseball park and killed a politically incorrect Little League coach when the army first appears, somehow arriving surprisingly early. A duo of choppers circle, aiming at the black leviathan. Syintax, almost tauntingly, ignores them, slamming one foot down on top of a hairdresser’s. The glass shatters and the manikin spills out into the street before it all bursts into a roiling orb of fire that rolls up to Syintax’s chest. It cackles in glee.
The chopper men, now horrified, go for a fly-by. One man raises his machine gun and fires, rather fruitlessly, at the kaiju’s side. As he swoops past, he can almost see his bullets ricochet off the demon’s side. Then the pilot screams an expletive, and they can see Syintax expanding its wings, the leathery fabric coming towards them. For a second, they hope to make it through one of the many tattered holes; but then their hopes, and brains, are dashed when it collides head-on with them.
The second chopper buzzes Syintax’s shiny face and fires at its eye. The artillerist sucks at aiming and misses. So does Syintax, swinging almost lazily with one claw. The man swerves, then rises higher up again, starting to soar away.
Syintax’s eyes glint, flash, then suddenly appear to burst into scarlet flame, spewing flickers of energy out of its side, sending them pouring every which way as they start to glow. Then twin beams fire out of its eyes, focusing on one spot – the chopper. Both blasts meet on the army vehicle and detonate, causing the entire thing to disappear in a writhing orb of force.
The army groans. People scream. The aforementioned slut gasps, not in fear. But then the hopes of the people rise. The first guardian is here. Mothra Leo, his beautiful wings shining in contrast to the stark evil that is Syintax, suddenly appears from the north, letting out his shrill cry.
Syintax feels the waves, no, the spears, the agonizing, accursed spears of sheer goodness radiating from the benevolent guardian, and it roars in fury, spinning to face Leo. Its large tail slashes, sideways, into the mass of buildings, reducing them to rubble in moments. Here is what it sought. It roars a challenge. Leo comes to meet it.
Syintax starts to run, picking up surprising speed for a bulky beast its size. As it goes, it plows through several blocks of buildings, dashing through plumes of debris. As it rushes Leo, Syintax suddenly raises a claw and swipes out with incredible force.
Unfortunately, it misses, and recovers, spinning around and breaking, talons digging furrows into the ground, before it swivels on one heel, panting, to glower at Leo, who swerved at the last moment. It rises to its full height, but Leo intends to get the first hit in. With a cry, the guardian swoops up and folds his wings, antennae flickering for a second before thunderous beams of multicolored light springs forth, a rainbow aura coming from that point.
This beams rain over Syintax’s body, exploding into brilliant sparks as they blaze painful trails over its frontal armor and face. However, they leave no other ill mark, and the demon suddenly bounds up and swipes at Leo, who in turn dives, narrowly avoiding a bloody fate as his wing sweeps the ground.
Syintax now turns, more beams exploding on its back and wings. It is annoyed, and it lets its foe know that with another frustrated roar as Leo rises higher, out of reach, and flings himself vertical, almost as if taunting the demon. However, from a sign on his chest, a golden ray of energy lances out, and smashes into Syintax’s chest, bursting into sparks. The monster cries out and shakes its head, but is still undeterred. This time, it looks up and lets loose with another duet of vicious eye bolts. Leo dives aside as the pair of rays swoop pass. His evasive maneuvers are growing less successful.
However, eager to pursue, gleeful with the thrill of the hunt, Syintax spreads its leathery wings and takes the sky, flapping and beating these objects as it takes off after Leo. As it does so, the vestigial thumbs atop these start to flicker and crackle, and bolts of black lightning dance out to meet their enemy, wanting to embrace the moth in their deadly embrace. Leo counters with waves of golden powder, sending the bolts skewing off in multiple directions. One comes back to smash into Syintax’s knee, sending a convulsion through its frame and sparks everywhere.
The demon comes on, but Leo is still unstoppable in his aerial wrath, and begins to rotate rapidly, jade rings flying out to smash into Syintax. The demon still approaches, but Leo, easily more maneuverable, flies high up with two beats of his wings, then drops back down, clutching onto the spikes of Syintax’s back. He suddenly flies in the opposite direction that the demon is currently going, catching it off guard and allowing him to pull it back.
With a surprised cry, Syintax is flung backwards, head against its chin, arms flailing, legs up, tail extended, to have its spikes drive through the ground and plow into the mass of buildings. The beast disappears in a massive explosion.
Leo lets out a triumphant cry, and bystanders start to cheer. A bit too early. Two red beams lance out of the darkness, the shape of the demon’s eyes, and slam directly into Leo’s wings. The insect wails, and the bolts explode, this time engulfing the heroic kaiju. Red flames and sparks dance over its body, and the guardian, body burning with hellish flames and sparks dancing over his shredded wings, blood oozing from painful gashes opened up by the kinetic force off the big bangs, swoops higher up.
With what amounts to a kaiju titter, Syintax pops out again, ready to rumble. Leo is furious, and he lets his wrath rain down in a barrage of his chest and antennae beams, alternating and smashing down everywhere. However, Syintax has finally caught the gist of the guardian’s main assault, and he faces the attacks head on. Its twin shoulder spines start to pulse with waves of darkness, and a shimmering field appears, catches the beams, and dissipates them with ease.
Leo starts to plot to get around the EM field, but before he can try anything, Syintax’s maw starts to flicker. What appears to be a living, flailing, octopus of evil energies coalesce in his mouth, a dark central orb between the teeth with a purple aura around it and its tendrils. Then it discharges the spiraling ball at Leo, who swoops under and narrowly avoids death.
Now, Syintax is the angry one, but nutty little Leo is about to solve all its problems. Trying another tact, the moth swoops in, his claws scrabbling at Syintax’s armor and scratching it, beating the demon around the head with his wings. Bright colors flash in the demon’s eyes as it is batted around the face; it is distracted by the six flailing arms.
But Leo has made a cardinal mistake. Namely, coming into range of Syintax’s arms. The demon reaches up and grasps Leo tightly with its claws. With the other arm, it holds Leo out and firmly slashes Leo. The triad of claws stab deep into the flesh; blood gushes out like a fountain. Then Syintax rips its claws down and across at an angle – the chest shell of Leo is torn apart with ease, and the demon hurls the moth aside, two legs torn off.
The moth recovers and tries to get up again, but Syintax starts forwards and kicks him hard in the face. Blood oozes out of Leo’s multifaceted eyes, and some seeps out from between his mandibles, dying his furry face and being caught in the complex grooves. He tries to flee again, and Syintax bats him a good four hundred meters away into the sky.
Leo tries to shake off his grogginess, ichor spewing from his orifices, his back to the demon as he flaps his wings weakly. Syintax nearly smiles as it opens its maw. Behind, at the opening of its throat, a purple vortex appears, starting to spin rapidly and swiftly, faster and faster, lightning crackling around it. Then the demon fires a storm of violet lightning that engulfs the peaceful deity. The violet energy is everywhere, snapping at Leo’s wings, stabbing him through the abdomen, crackling and buzzing.
And whatever it touches, is reduced to purple sparks that rapidly fade. The lightning envelops most of Leo’s right wing, his antennae, and parts of his abdomen, painfully dissolving them into energy and destroying them. Before he can even recover, Syintax is in the air and flying towards him, still blasting away. And when the first assault ends, the wings are ready. Hellish spears of black energy come out, and spear Leo through the guts and back of the head, fizzling and electrocuting the moth as they do so.
Leo drops like a stone, and Syintax, recalling the power of its mind, grasps the moth firmly with its telekinesis and hurls it down, embedding the moth deep in the cement, so hard that cracks spread out through the epicenter of where he hit. Syintax folds his wings and plummets, and through his slanted, blue eyes, Leo sees ninety-four thousand tons of sheer kaiju mass coming towards the remnants of his ass.
Syintax’s massive feet slam into Leo’s abdomen, sinking into it the way a child digs his feet into the wet sand at the beach. And, akin to the latter, liquid oozes up. Only, this time, the liquid is the lifeblood of Leo, soaking Syintax’s talons in a foul bath. Gleefully, Syintax stamps its feet a few times, with many a crunching and cracking noise. Blood splatters out in miniature floods.
Leo finally tries to attack one last time, but it’s too late. Especially because his antennae have been destroyed. Unable to accept his fate peacefully, he can only watch, pinned to the ground, as Syintax first sinks its fangs into Leo’s flesh. A burning sensation rockets through his body, and he jerks, his cry turning into an agonized scream, his blood turning to fire as the orange flames shoot out of his flesh. Chuckling at the burning moth, Syintax expels the moth’s soul from his mortal form, grasping the head in his massive hand and tearing it straight off. It leaves, with many a squelching and ripping, fibers going with it.
NOTE: ANYONE WHO WISHES TO MAKE A MATCH INVOLVING SYINTAX/ONE OF MY OTHER KAIJU NEED NOT BOTHER TO GET MY PERMISSION OR ANYTHING. YOU HAVE MY ENCOURAGEMENT TO MAKE AS MANY FANTASY MATCHES AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU.
Syintax Stats: tkarena.proboards81.com/index.cgi?board=stats&action=display&thread=1169221210
Summary: Syintax isn’t exactly stupid, per se, but its first choice does not involve cunning or intricate battle planning. While it will pull some nifty tricks out of its backside when need be, it mainly resorts to the brutal, straightforward approach – a direct melee assault, relying on its obsidian flesh to protect it. In that regard, Syintax is a master of its class; however, if this leaves it at a distinct disadvantage, such as when fighting a foe with very agile flight speeds or one with an attack that bypasses its armor, such as an energy-based one, it will not hesitate to whip out a more far-fetched trick. Syintax’s Eye Beams and Violet Lightning are its favorites, while the Burning Venom comes into play during melee combat. Syintax is also a fan of its Wing Lightning, which can reach places other attacks can’t. Syintax also frequently abuses its Darkness Blast, as much as it can without exhausting its energy. However, its Plasma Gout is a rare occurrence to see in itself, and it is barely ever seen unleashing its telekinetic powers.
Sample Battle:
Once upon a time, Syintax, Grand King Ghidorah, Kumasogami, and the rest of its demonic friends were having a picnic in a park in God knows what part of the world. It was quite fun, really. Kumasogami was drunk on seraph blood and dancing the funky chicken with a kaiju-size lampshade on his head, and the Gyaos were taking pictures with their massive disposable cameras that they bought from the Wal-Mart that the Devil ran in his demonic haven down in hell.
Upon discovering that the writer just typed such a statement, Grand King Ghidorah started to ponder how the Devil got out of a canceled movie in the first place. He couldn’t figure it out. Suddenly, Destoroyah walked in with a totally random decapitated head dripping blood, running in rivulets down its claw. It spread the sad news – Iris, DesGhidorah, and some random Hyper Gyaos had just been mysteriously killed!
Everybody got furious and started hyping themselves up to go out for revenge, with the exception of Kumasogami, who was now busy singing rock songs, because rock is the Devil’s music. Just then, Harrison Ford, who author harbors no hard feelings against – the poor guy was just the first actor to pop into his head – came running through the picnic in his Han Solo outfit, somehow seventy meters tall.
Syintax grabbed Harrison, bit his head off, and then disemboweled the movie star, sending his intestines flying every which way. Next, they grabbed Kumasogami, drenched him in cow urine (Fresh out of sacrifices from Hindu temples or whatever they have, no doubt) to sober him up, and made him use his sword-hand to cut the entrails up. Destoroyah clenched them all in one claw, and they all drew internal organs to see who would go to the most heavily populated area, attract as many guardians as possible, and kill them all.
Syintax drew the long intestine. It had to leave, but not before it got drunk on more seraph blood and staggered off the giant checkered blanket, screaming profanity in kaiju language and doing its best to sing along with Dracula’s karaoke performance.
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Los Angeles. Translated from Spanish, the Angels. A perfect place for heavenly love-making, fun, bright sun, and great times on the beach, including more love-making. One wouldn’t expect a demon to show up there, but then, one wouldn’t expect a demon to show up anywhere without being attacked by homicidal Evangelists. Why can’t they all stay at home and watch Neon Genesis Evangelion instead? Be peaceful!
This particular area was on the outskirts of the city; yet, it was still quite peaceful and pleasant, save for one main flaw – the freeway running past it, a four-lane one. There were two on each side, bustling with the traffic, separated by the divided in the middle. Gravel blew into the air as vehicles blew past; scraggy grass rose from the cracks in the sun-baked asphalt.
On the west, hills loomed, green and grassy, overshadowing the freeway. On the east, there was a line of young, fresh, trees, behind which was a tall net designed to catch baseballs that went too far. Obviously, that was accompanied by a baseball park, surrounded on all sides by two to four story office buildings expanding outwards from the freeway for a good half a mile or so. This secluded place was cut off from its surroundings by more hills, protecting it from the harsh reality of the real world.
...so it would seem to one overlooking this all from the overpass that bridged the freeway. That is, until a slut ran over to a hairy thug, he or she inhaled the copious amounts of pollution, and a shot rang out in some back alley, followed by the scream of some dying person.
As it happened, some guy stood on the overpass, leaning over the rail, trying hard not to breathe. Then he threw back his head and screamed, “MONSTERS...FIGHT!”
He looked around him; saw nothing. “Aw, this is stupid,” he muttered, taking two steps before somehow transforming into Jet Jaguar and flying away into the sky with random mechanical dings and whirrs. However, it appears he left too early, because that’s when Syintax first shows its horrendous face.
Past the hills on the west are a multitude of trees and shade. As it happened, several young children, a loving father and mother, and the rest of the Brady Bunch were playing Frisbee in a clearing. That was when a shadow fell over the hapless humans, and a child looked up. “Look, mommy,” he pointed out, rather belatedly. “A giant foot!”
Then Syintax, the hellish demon, touched down, shaking the earth with what must have been a good five or six on the that scale thing that measures tremors that I’m too lazy to figure out how to spell. Trees topple, their branches splaying, along with copious bark and splinters, across Syintax’s three-clawed talons; birds take off into the sky; chipmunks fall over dead from the aura of malice radiating from this dark being.
The only member of the Brady Bunch of survive, a teenage girl, looks down, horrified, as the blood of her family members leaks out from under one of Syintax’s three toes. The long talons have sank firmly into the earth, displacing loamy soil that is rapidly being stained red. An arm sticks out of the mess, clothes shredded, gashed and torn, groping for life.
Then Syintax moves its feet, starting to walk. While she is only a few feet away, the foot itself clips her under the chin with enough force to fling her up, and let her drop back down onto a rock, breaking her back.
Syintax looks around, the white bone armor on its head glistening in the bright noon daylight, its crimson eyes flickering eerily as it observes its surroundings. Capped with armor, its slavering maw opens to unleash a roar. It starts low, like one starting to chortle, albeit maliciously, and grows, evolving into a guffaw. This cry is surprisingly long, and as the scream rises in volume, it begins to turn into a high-pitched, Destoroyah like scream that echoes over Los Angeles and that is heard miles away.
The demon moves, its feet brushing aside the trees at its feet. With rustling noises and the cracking of wood, they topple, age-old vegetation displaced without further ado. Continuing, Syintax storms through the plants, until it reaches the hill dividing it from the freeway. With a snarl, it sweeps one claw out, the long white blades cutting through the dirt like a toddler shoves his hand through the ground. The hill gives way as Syintax’s claw emerges, dripping clods of soil, and pours down into the freeway, covering the west two lanes and spilling over the divider. Syintax smashes and kicks its way through the remainder.
Below, a trucker is the first to encounter the landslide, and he plows right into it, killed instantly as his truck’s front shatters, glass impaling him, blood slipping down his face. Glass is stuck in his brow and right eye; brain juice mingles with saliva. Behind this is a b*tchy woman on her cell phone, whose eyes widen before her call explodes on the truck’s rear.
Syintax’s other foot steps over the first carnage he has triggered, and slams down smack dab into road. As it steps, the road itself cracks and shatters, slabs of cement thrown into the air. Cars crushed beneath its talons burst into muffled flame beneath its foot.
As it passes over the freeway, Syintax’s wings clip the nearby overpass, sending it tumbling down, crushing more people. But the demon is more preoccupied in shredding the net opposite it with its claws, turning it into tissue paper.
It has just crossed the baseball park and killed a politically incorrect Little League coach when the army first appears, somehow arriving surprisingly early. A duo of choppers circle, aiming at the black leviathan. Syintax, almost tauntingly, ignores them, slamming one foot down on top of a hairdresser’s. The glass shatters and the manikin spills out into the street before it all bursts into a roiling orb of fire that rolls up to Syintax’s chest. It cackles in glee.
The chopper men, now horrified, go for a fly-by. One man raises his machine gun and fires, rather fruitlessly, at the kaiju’s side. As he swoops past, he can almost see his bullets ricochet off the demon’s side. Then the pilot screams an expletive, and they can see Syintax expanding its wings, the leathery fabric coming towards them. For a second, they hope to make it through one of the many tattered holes; but then their hopes, and brains, are dashed when it collides head-on with them.
The second chopper buzzes Syintax’s shiny face and fires at its eye. The artillerist sucks at aiming and misses. So does Syintax, swinging almost lazily with one claw. The man swerves, then rises higher up again, starting to soar away.
Syintax’s eyes glint, flash, then suddenly appear to burst into scarlet flame, spewing flickers of energy out of its side, sending them pouring every which way as they start to glow. Then twin beams fire out of its eyes, focusing on one spot – the chopper. Both blasts meet on the army vehicle and detonate, causing the entire thing to disappear in a writhing orb of force.
The army groans. People scream. The aforementioned slut gasps, not in fear. But then the hopes of the people rise. The first guardian is here. Mothra Leo, his beautiful wings shining in contrast to the stark evil that is Syintax, suddenly appears from the north, letting out his shrill cry.
Syintax feels the waves, no, the spears, the agonizing, accursed spears of sheer goodness radiating from the benevolent guardian, and it roars in fury, spinning to face Leo. Its large tail slashes, sideways, into the mass of buildings, reducing them to rubble in moments. Here is what it sought. It roars a challenge. Leo comes to meet it.
Syintax starts to run, picking up surprising speed for a bulky beast its size. As it goes, it plows through several blocks of buildings, dashing through plumes of debris. As it rushes Leo, Syintax suddenly raises a claw and swipes out with incredible force.
Unfortunately, it misses, and recovers, spinning around and breaking, talons digging furrows into the ground, before it swivels on one heel, panting, to glower at Leo, who swerved at the last moment. It rises to its full height, but Leo intends to get the first hit in. With a cry, the guardian swoops up and folds his wings, antennae flickering for a second before thunderous beams of multicolored light springs forth, a rainbow aura coming from that point.
This beams rain over Syintax’s body, exploding into brilliant sparks as they blaze painful trails over its frontal armor and face. However, they leave no other ill mark, and the demon suddenly bounds up and swipes at Leo, who in turn dives, narrowly avoiding a bloody fate as his wing sweeps the ground.
Syintax now turns, more beams exploding on its back and wings. It is annoyed, and it lets its foe know that with another frustrated roar as Leo rises higher, out of reach, and flings himself vertical, almost as if taunting the demon. However, from a sign on his chest, a golden ray of energy lances out, and smashes into Syintax’s chest, bursting into sparks. The monster cries out and shakes its head, but is still undeterred. This time, it looks up and lets loose with another duet of vicious eye bolts. Leo dives aside as the pair of rays swoop pass. His evasive maneuvers are growing less successful.
However, eager to pursue, gleeful with the thrill of the hunt, Syintax spreads its leathery wings and takes the sky, flapping and beating these objects as it takes off after Leo. As it does so, the vestigial thumbs atop these start to flicker and crackle, and bolts of black lightning dance out to meet their enemy, wanting to embrace the moth in their deadly embrace. Leo counters with waves of golden powder, sending the bolts skewing off in multiple directions. One comes back to smash into Syintax’s knee, sending a convulsion through its frame and sparks everywhere.
The demon comes on, but Leo is still unstoppable in his aerial wrath, and begins to rotate rapidly, jade rings flying out to smash into Syintax. The demon still approaches, but Leo, easily more maneuverable, flies high up with two beats of his wings, then drops back down, clutching onto the spikes of Syintax’s back. He suddenly flies in the opposite direction that the demon is currently going, catching it off guard and allowing him to pull it back.
With a surprised cry, Syintax is flung backwards, head against its chin, arms flailing, legs up, tail extended, to have its spikes drive through the ground and plow into the mass of buildings. The beast disappears in a massive explosion.
Leo lets out a triumphant cry, and bystanders start to cheer. A bit too early. Two red beams lance out of the darkness, the shape of the demon’s eyes, and slam directly into Leo’s wings. The insect wails, and the bolts explode, this time engulfing the heroic kaiju. Red flames and sparks dance over its body, and the guardian, body burning with hellish flames and sparks dancing over his shredded wings, blood oozing from painful gashes opened up by the kinetic force off the big bangs, swoops higher up.
With what amounts to a kaiju titter, Syintax pops out again, ready to rumble. Leo is furious, and he lets his wrath rain down in a barrage of his chest and antennae beams, alternating and smashing down everywhere. However, Syintax has finally caught the gist of the guardian’s main assault, and he faces the attacks head on. Its twin shoulder spines start to pulse with waves of darkness, and a shimmering field appears, catches the beams, and dissipates them with ease.
Leo starts to plot to get around the EM field, but before he can try anything, Syintax’s maw starts to flicker. What appears to be a living, flailing, octopus of evil energies coalesce in his mouth, a dark central orb between the teeth with a purple aura around it and its tendrils. Then it discharges the spiraling ball at Leo, who swoops under and narrowly avoids death.
Now, Syintax is the angry one, but nutty little Leo is about to solve all its problems. Trying another tact, the moth swoops in, his claws scrabbling at Syintax’s armor and scratching it, beating the demon around the head with his wings. Bright colors flash in the demon’s eyes as it is batted around the face; it is distracted by the six flailing arms.
But Leo has made a cardinal mistake. Namely, coming into range of Syintax’s arms. The demon reaches up and grasps Leo tightly with its claws. With the other arm, it holds Leo out and firmly slashes Leo. The triad of claws stab deep into the flesh; blood gushes out like a fountain. Then Syintax rips its claws down and across at an angle – the chest shell of Leo is torn apart with ease, and the demon hurls the moth aside, two legs torn off.
The moth recovers and tries to get up again, but Syintax starts forwards and kicks him hard in the face. Blood oozes out of Leo’s multifaceted eyes, and some seeps out from between his mandibles, dying his furry face and being caught in the complex grooves. He tries to flee again, and Syintax bats him a good four hundred meters away into the sky.
Leo tries to shake off his grogginess, ichor spewing from his orifices, his back to the demon as he flaps his wings weakly. Syintax nearly smiles as it opens its maw. Behind, at the opening of its throat, a purple vortex appears, starting to spin rapidly and swiftly, faster and faster, lightning crackling around it. Then the demon fires a storm of violet lightning that engulfs the peaceful deity. The violet energy is everywhere, snapping at Leo’s wings, stabbing him through the abdomen, crackling and buzzing.
And whatever it touches, is reduced to purple sparks that rapidly fade. The lightning envelops most of Leo’s right wing, his antennae, and parts of his abdomen, painfully dissolving them into energy and destroying them. Before he can even recover, Syintax is in the air and flying towards him, still blasting away. And when the first assault ends, the wings are ready. Hellish spears of black energy come out, and spear Leo through the guts and back of the head, fizzling and electrocuting the moth as they do so.
Leo drops like a stone, and Syintax, recalling the power of its mind, grasps the moth firmly with its telekinesis and hurls it down, embedding the moth deep in the cement, so hard that cracks spread out through the epicenter of where he hit. Syintax folds his wings and plummets, and through his slanted, blue eyes, Leo sees ninety-four thousand tons of sheer kaiju mass coming towards the remnants of his ass.
Syintax’s massive feet slam into Leo’s abdomen, sinking into it the way a child digs his feet into the wet sand at the beach. And, akin to the latter, liquid oozes up. Only, this time, the liquid is the lifeblood of Leo, soaking Syintax’s talons in a foul bath. Gleefully, Syintax stamps its feet a few times, with many a crunching and cracking noise. Blood splatters out in miniature floods.
Leo finally tries to attack one last time, but it’s too late. Especially because his antennae have been destroyed. Unable to accept his fate peacefully, he can only watch, pinned to the ground, as Syintax first sinks its fangs into Leo’s flesh. A burning sensation rockets through his body, and he jerks, his cry turning into an agonized scream, his blood turning to fire as the orange flames shoot out of his flesh. Chuckling at the burning moth, Syintax expels the moth’s soul from his mortal form, grasping the head in his massive hand and tearing it straight off. It leaves, with many a squelching and ripping, fibers going with it.