Cosmic Warrior and the Dragons!

Benkei was relieved he was the one being flung. How lucky! He'd stomp one foot onto the ground to create some lift while simultaneously letting go early. He wouldn't be able to make minute adjustments. Or at least, that's what he wanted them to think. For a moment time stopped for Benkei. So this was what it was like to put his life on the line, but not fight with the intent to kill. It was hard. In fact, making sure to make his attacks less lethal was gnawing at his brain... Seemingly only his life were on the line... but... but... He thought to the his dear cousin who'd face backlash for letting someone innocent die. Fuck, it was such a hard thing to comprehend. The stakes were infinitely higher on the hero's side, while villains kept getting the upper hand, being able to fight with no restraints, and even using hostages. He was grateful for a chance to meet everyone at the Dragon agency. 


If he was to truly accept and face every battle as if it were his last, he was to fight with every intention of preserving life. This meant for himself and others. A savior, it was the kind of hero he wanted to be! It meant he could only do what he could in this moment. He wasn't Nocturne. He wasn't his friends or his teachers. He was Benkei Yozara. With that much, he could stake his life on fighting without any restraint and just trusting himself not to take things too far. At the same moment time began again for him, he stopped second-guessing himself. The facts as he knew them were still the same. He was being flung toward the villains. Not only had he let go, he was airborne. Okay... Taking in his environment, it looked like the Ice villain had something up his sleeve. 

He'd reel back hard, and brace to punch. The skin along his knuckles glittered with a familiar stardust before finally forming a large star shield to bash right into the both of them. "Shield Constellation: Seiken!" 

Benkei exhaled slowly to steady his heart rate. He wasn't out of the woods just yet. There were other robbe- no! Who was this newcomer? Was she with them before? Not only that, but she seemed so locked in on killing the two for their shortcomings, that she seemingly forgot he was standing right there. She had the intention to kill. It was an unmistakable sense of blood lust. By instinct, he reached behind his back with both hands. A flicker from his hands, as he settled into a lower stance. A stance that was well-balanced, and careful. He got a sense of danger from the first two, but this woman was different. It was the same evil sensation he felt around certain yakuza family members. 

"Blade Constellation: Iai... Hoshi-KEN." A flicker at his fingertips would turn into a sizable star with sharp edges, that he swung to meet the woman's concrete attack in a rising swing to cleave it in half. He wouldn't stop there. His feet shuffled, and his swing continued full circle to launch the starry weapon as a shuriken next. "Hoshi-shuriken!" Due to his continued momentum, the weapon had an obnoxious amount of spin, only adding to its cutting power. 

Benkei eyed the palms. Where they slammed the shuriken was a deep imprint, meaning a weak point he could strike at. Benkei steeled himself, jumping up to meet them with a palm strike of his own right where his Hoshishuriken was slammed. Clearing the bottom half of the hands, the young hero sprinted forward ignoring the tingling sensation in his palms. "I can't take any chances... she's so much stronger than those two." He muttered to himself. If she controlled concrete, he needed to be weary of his footing. He'd veer right and jump. Planting two steps along the wall with his own momentum, and leaped even higher so that he could be above her. With a hand up, stars illuminated around him one finding itself right in his clutches and keeping him from touching the floor. 

It seemed like an attack was coming, but it never actually came. Benkei just hung with his aligning stars around him at the ready. He was trying to throw her timing off. 

Benkei squinted at the woman. He was willing to trade blows. Her focusing so much on making and manipulating these hands probably meant she wouldn't be able to focus on defense... right? He hoped so or else this gamble would go to waste. The struggle with enemies like this was that they had no variation of attacks, they were ALL powerful. The hero curled up in an attempt to absorb the impact, but he'd ragdoll upward at the concrete rammed into him. . Coughing up blood as he was struck, the young hero wasted no time, and letting the stars fly downward in a glittering volley. They'd cause powerful explosions on impact. "SKY FALL." It was his hardest hitting move he couldn unleash at a distance. If he could finesse a way closer, a Seiken strike or Supernova Strike ought to do the trick. He needed to do real damage, or else she'd be left to do what she wanted. Whether those two bozos were villains or not, they didn't deserve to lose their lives.


His mind rolled, mainly because he'd lost consciousness for a moment there. He just barely landed on his feet, scuttling down to his hands and knees. That double fisted punch hurt like hell. He couldn't allow her too many hits... He'd be done for, or even worse!

Benkei glared at the villain, and slapped his radar wrist. Over here, over here- He thought to himself. The ping would alert the police of his exact location the same way a cell phone would. He wondered what he was supposed to do in this moment. He felt like he could sweat a pool in this damn hero suit. He'd hold one hand out collecting stars, while the other unzip the suit. Only the sound of his helmet hitting the ground could be heard as he rushed forward at top speed, ridding himself of his suits protective padding and focusing on speed alone. He couldn't let her go, right? He'd be letting Ghidora and the others down. His adrenaline was at its peak. 

Projectiles launched from his fist, but he paid no mind in lining up an accurate shot. He wanted to corral this villain back toward the alley. IF he could stall long enough, maybe he could wait until the police or Ghidora got there. He panted as he continued forward. His free hand remained behind his back.... just in case. 

This wasn't planned, but rather instinct. The hand behind his back would tug hard, as he forced himself past his limits. In a rushed movement, Benkei pivoted immediately to the first fist in his path. "Iai... dark star." Stepping into the shadow of the concrete fist, he'd unsheath his tanto before quickly sheathing it back. The movement would accel to the incoming fist behind it. These weren't the only projectiles, sadly. The women had 6 more, ready to pummel him into the ground. After bifurcating one pair of hands in a seemless motion, he warded one more hand with an incredibly weak Seiken fist. He was gasping for air at this point, his muscles constricting and becoming heavy instead of giving him his usual light springy step. There was no way he could move fast enough.

BOOM! He was hit, two fingers falling off the very hand the hit him as Benkei wielded the blade in a defensive stance. BOOM! Another hand slammed into him, then another and another. The world around him distorted as he got hit. Sounds felt like they echoed... His sight? Blurry. Before he knew it, the young hero fell to his knees before falling fully face down unconscious.