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Tegral's immediate reaction to Mugiri's little disappearing act was to shoot off a rather vulgar string of swear words. That urge died quickly as Tegral's threat detectors registered an attack, warned his central processing unit, and flung his systems into combat mode. Plasma crackled in the barrel of his cannon as it recharged after it's last dispurse. His sonic cannon reconfigured itself into his left arm and he promptly angled his body so he could lash his arm out and try and secure the shaft of Mastema's prized sythe.

Shoulder pads clicking the release for the pez missiles in Tegral's shoulder shot upwards, a laser device watching for the soonest possible moment that the missile cleared itself, and fired. At first it was just two, a missile from each shoulder, fire errupting over his shoulder and stream lining towards Mastema.

*Mastema's exposure to technological combat had been relatively recent, and he wasn't always sure just how much damage they could do to him. He could recover from explosions though, that he knew, but it was still bothersome to have to recover from such inflicted wounds. However, Mastema had a plan of attack and he had to make some sacrifices to make it work. Tegral actually facilitated the plan. As the two missles launched, Mastema's speed and direction would allow him to pass one, but the second would catch him in the elbow of the arm which held the scythe. Mastema would be blown back, and would recover his orientation in mid fall, but his right forearm and scythe would fall right into Tegral's grip, since he had aimed to catch the shaft of the scythe. Upon contact, the arm and scythe would dissolve into the red sludge Mastema was known for, as Mastema's plan went into motion. The sludge would crawl along Tegral's body with swift speed, trying to enter any opening in his armor and attack his inner structure. Another blot of it would separate from the rest and leap, so to speak, at Tegral's face and attempt to cover his eyes in order to block his sensors at least partially. Mastema himself did not restore his arm but reserved his energy to counter attack Tegral's next move*

*Electrical discharge seemed to have little effect on the sludge, albeit it seemed a little slower. Tegral's circuitry was making a mistake of sorts by not finding the sludge a threat. As the sludge made its way into Tegral's body, it would begin clinging to wires and electrical pathways, literally trying to sever them. More of the substance would try to make its way to Teg's CPU and other core units to disconnect them. The sludge over Teg's eyes would also try to pry into his head and disable the sensors which were connected to his eyes. Mastema's overall method was one of internal dismemberment, if you will. Mastema himself paid great attention to the plasma weapon, knowing its possible effects from the last fight. Not willing to put up with that damage, Mastema would move to another position and use telekinetic force to try and keep the arm mounted weapon from coming to bear on him*

*The woman maintained her lifeless gaze at the combat occuring in the crater. It was difficult to tell whether she even realized other people had been coming to the area, such as the man whom had formed himself in a black cloud then drank some liquid. She barely seemed interested, if those dead eyes could be said to even have ever looked interested. The only obvious thing was that she didnt see anything important here and began to walk off, as if there wasnt a battle raging maybe one hundred feet away as well as two other men that could pose a threat, were they to take it into their heads to attack her. As she walked, the air behind her rippled and distorted slightly, but only for a moment as she passed. It was as if her very presense was something that normaly should not be allowed.*

*Mastema had been aware of Xol's arrival, and was rather puzzled by the effects of the black liquid. Just wonderful, Xol was making more modifications to himself. Mastema still hadn't forgotten their last encounter. Still holding back Tegral and trying to disable the cyborg, Mastema would nonchalantly respond to Xol* Solaris..... Your timing has not improved since your last demise. Try and keep this brief. *Mastema didn't even so much as turn to look at Xol*

Metallic claws would gently dig into the earth as KB's new form approached. Standing at 7'4", most of the creature was hidden beneath a tattered cloak, the hood of which lay draped over the head. The front of the hood drooped down, to block the face - and eyesight, of the approaching creature. It still seemed to weave amongst the trees and roots with ease however as it came to the remains of the Dojo. Keeping it's body hidden, it merely stood and watched. KB needed to see the remains for himself, and the smoldering crater seemed proof enough of the Dojo's demise. The unification of K and Heritage's soul also supported that theory, and he watched with admiration as the two danced about the spiritual realm free of grief. For now, all that stood to be seen was Tegral's combat usefulness and Xol's as well, and to see who would go which way for the impending war.

Tegral's plasma cannon had been red lineing since his little bout with Sairys, the deadly potential of the weapon was lost on the ignorance of the actual substance that was produced from the orange orb and blue coil in his right bicep. They would see just how deadly it could be.

The sludge would have a hard time actually finding any of Tegral's primary curcuitry, since it didn't have a damn clue what to look for. Tegral's structure was probably, almost a hundred precent actually, different then what Mastema was probably useing in his units. What might have looked like a CPU was probably just a storage unit, or hell probably something less vital like a surge node.

Had Tegral actually cared about the sludge that covered his eyes he would have simply used the temple mounted beam weapon to fry it off, but as it is he really didn't. All he cared about was the shielding systems on his primary fusion power generator crumpling under the strain Tegral was putting it through. All he wanted was the radioactive seepage that spewed from Tegral's secondary and teraterry reactors. He felt a tightness in his chest, pain receptors blowing under the stress.

They would see power when Tegral exploded shortly. New body, new powers, old power, old body. It didn't matter...Tegral's body was about to blow a massive, radioactive, rift in the planet and reduce the surrounding area in a glowing, charred black, bowl of dust. Either that or he'll burn the ozone to a cinder and erase all life on the planet...which'd work all right too.