JNHRO ambush
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Lord K
They're somewhere outside Hakone, just on the edge of Kanagawa prefecture, when the magic begins to take hold.
The lead drivers in the three car convoy, looks at the wizard in the shotgun position and frowns. "Is it just me, or does the engine feels a little bit light on the gas all of a sudden?"
"Maybe we should flag the others to pull over for a second?" Considers the second uncertainly.
Suddenly, the driver glances at the wing mirror, his eyes widening at the terrible realization that suddenly hits him. "The other cars are in trouble too!"
Not leaving anything to chance, he blinks his lights and floors the accelerator, the signal for the other two vehicles to do the same. Rather than responding to his wishes however, the three cars only continues to become more sluggish.
"Screw this, let's fly!" Nodding in agreement, with his co-driver, the wizard's activation of the flight charm and invisibility booster instead only produce similarly negligible effects. "What the hell?!" Panicked punches of the invisibility booster, instead only produce brief ripples of invisibility before the device fails within moments of each activation. A glance in the mirror shows the other two vehicle's attempts to flee meeting similar ends.
In the midst of the rapidly growing panic and confusion, the driver then at last realizes where they are, and where the last lingering traces of momentum are about to deposit their three car convoy. In the center of a single lane bridge, crossing a river in the middle of nowhere. Apparently, their surreptitious flight from Tokyo via the mountain back roads with their precious cargo, has backfired on them in the worst way.
"It's a trap!"
"No shit Sherlock!" responds his second as the two sedans leading and tailing the van between them, both roll to a final halt. "You scout out ahead, I'll go back to the van and see if the others-"
"What the hell is that!"
Spinning around to follow his driver's gaze, the wizard's gaze narrows in confusion. Out of the darkness, with a slow and confidant pace that is more swagger than stride, a human form confidently approaches. Immediately exiting the vehicle, the two wizards are joined in tandem by numerous others, pilling out of the front of the van and all four doors of the other sedan. Nervously, the wizards whisper among themselves.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know, but they have a lot of fucking nerve stopping us," growls one.
"You don't think they're related to whoever Ojou-sama ran off with do you?" considers another nervously.
"I heard she was with a muggle boy," hisses another. "We just got stopped by some sort of ward or enchantment that killed our cars, so no, I don't think so."
"Whoever they are," intones another gravely, "they brought friends."
Slowly, it then dawns on them, what the sharper hearing of their friends has picked up. Echoing throughout the hills and valleys around them, is the muted sound of engines. Motorcycles, powerful ones, slowly turning over and noisily spluttering to life with increasing number at either end of the bridge.
And then, the illusions fall away, masterful examples that could only have been made by either something like a Kitsune, or a Tanuki, or likely even both working in tandem. It is like someone has suddenly turned on flood lights, illuminating the wizards trapped in the center of the bridge, like prisoners caught in the spotlight of a guard tower during an escape attempt.
"Fuck, it's an ambush!"
"They have us surrounded!"
Some cow away from the lights and the odds against them. A few however, yet still square themselves, and face the lone figure that is actually approaching them, looking down at her with defiant pride and self-assuredness. Something that only increases as the combination of glare behind her, and the headlights of the lead sedan she slowly walkes through, now serve to completely illuminate the form of their apparent attacker.
"It's just a fucking snake hanyou and a pack of yokai!" One of the less observant wizards declares.
Grin spread wide at the poor choice of words, Jin's teeth gleam with a predatory glint in the high beams shinning upon her, scales already snaking across her face and spreading from her claw tipped hands.
"Oh, you are so off the mark, it isn't even funny."
One of the nominal leaders of the group glares at her. "Move aside yokai! I don't know who you think you're messing with, but you picked the wrong family to try this little highway bandit gig with!"
Rather than being intimidated by the wands slowly being leveled her way, the scaled biker laughs, looking at them as if they were pre-schoolers threatening her with safety scissors.
"Ahahahaha! Oh, that's cute. No, actually, you see...." Affixing them with an inhuman green gaze, the growing lengths of white tail behind her swish in anticipation. "I think you people happen to be exactly the family I was looking for. Or at least three of you are."
Heedless of the wands now being leveled at her with much more determined aims, the woman gives a feral smile. "I'm looking for three rather unintelligent fellows, who were involved a very questionable attempt at keeping someone precious to a recent defacto business associate of mine, in a certain now-very-barbecued place, when they made to take their leave of those stealing all the oxygen that the rest of us need." Across the bridge, numerous fists tighten on the wands in their hands. "The rest of you, I have no place to impede. Turn over the three dropkicks I seek, and the rest of you will be free to go."
Out of the van, a new wizard stumbles, urgently rushing toward the group having their staredown with the mystery woman. Not noticing his approach however, the leader of the group snarls at the yokai who seems to think she is in any position to order humans such as them around, even Branch Family that they are. "You've got a lot of nerve making demands like that! Maybe we ought to just put you in your place for disrespecting your betters!"
"Hah! Try me," says the white scaled biker with an infuriatingly self-assured grin. "For someone talking about respect and betters, you're doing a shitty job at recognizing who deserves it in this conversation. But then, your family head was a dipshit, and you know what they say about "shit" and "down hills". I bet you guys are the kind of traditionalists who's family tree looks like a circle as well."
With a vicious snarl, the wizard, and more than few of his more hot headed cronies raze their wands.
At the back of the group, the runner finally catches up, only to realize too late what is going on. "WAIT-!"
"Learn your place half-breed!"
"NO! STOP! SHE'S A-!"
"DRACONIFORS!"
With a screech of steel and metal, the lead hamstrung sedan lurches, not just into automotive life, but then into a much more animated motion as well. Shifting and reshaping itself as it hurtles down the bridge, the heap of metal that was once a one ton vehicle, resolves itself into the form of a charging western dragon the size of a small car. Not giving the green-haired yokai any time to dodge, it spreads it's jaws wide, catching her around the waist with a vicious mechanical crunch.
To the wizard's shock however, the yokai is entirely unfazed by this turn of events, giving a manic cackle as she then viciously punches and carves her clawed hands into it's mechanical headlight eyes.
"BAD! FUCKING! DOG!"
The automotive dragon roars in agony, opening it's jaws to reveal that half it's teeth are now bent, and the few that have found purchase, are now rusted and stained from contact with the black, sludge-like ichor the yokai bleeds. Blinded and in pain, the mechanical construct thrashes and writhes, doing it's best to remove the unphased monster from it's face and mouth. A process that is of dubious effect, right up until it's tail then takes out a section of the bridge's railing.
Still blinded and flailing, the western-style automaton doesn't even notice the danger it is in, right up until it's back peddling rear feet go over the side. Giving a mechanical roar of shock and anger as gravity takes hold, the yokai in it's jaws finally attempts to dislodge herself. He efforts at leaping clear however, do not go according to plan. Clamping like a vice onto one of her legs at it's masters command, the metal monstrosity's teeth sink into her ridding boots and pants legs, even if it fails of find purchase in her scaled flesh.
With a yelp of surprise, the yokai ends up on her back, and slowly being dragged after her foe.
"YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!"
Furiously she kicks at it's jaws with her free leg, ruining the construct's face, but having little effect on it's death grip upon her, as it continues to carry her towards the edge gravity is inexorably pulling it over.
"THAT WAS MY GOOD SET OF BOOTS SHITHEAD!"
Fruitlessly, the scaled yokai scrambles for purchase on the asphalt, but there is no resisting as finally, it carries her over the edge to what will surely be a watery grave.
"OH MOTHERFUCKEEEEEEEEER"
From the darkness below, the incorrigibly irreverent voice of the yokai is finally silenced by a loud splash.
What more pressingly draws the attentions of the wizards however, is the reactions of the bikers waiting at either ends of the bridge. Or to be precise, the pointed lack of one.
Nervously, the wizards begin to close ranks around the van protectively, increasingly wary of the fact that their supposed foes have scarcely even battered an eyelid at the demise of their leader.
"What the hell are they waiting for?" whispers one of the wizards to another.
"I dunno," offers another. "But I bet you they're the ones actually keeping the wards up that killed our cars."
"They don't look very much like fighters," considers a third. "What do you think our chances are that we could rush them?"
"No, no, that might be what they want us to think," mutters the second. "If they put all their hopes on the hanyou who just went in the river, then they're best bet now might be to go at us with number with her out of the fight.
It is at this point, the runner from the van just moans in horror, much to the disgruntlement of their leader. "Oh come on man, what the hell is it now?"
Pale faced, the man shakes his head. "That woman isn't out of the fight. And she wasn't a snake hanyou either...."
"Well what the hell was she then?" Abruptly, the abrassive wizard pauses, frowning for a moment in confusion. "Hey, does anybody hear that?"
Rapidly, the sound grows into something like the churning roar of a raging torrent or racing flood waters coursing beneath the bridge they stand on. In shock, the other wizards then looks to the despairing gaze of the runner from the van.
"That.... was a Mizuchi you just crossed."
Suddenly, there is something almost like an explosion of water in the river, a massive column of white spray rocketing into the air to their right. Streaking up into the sky, it is too their horror that they realize the column of water does not descend. Rising and rising, it roars out of the river with a sound and volume almost like a freight train at only a hair's breadth away. And even when the tower at last seems to stop on it's upward path, the gigantic, spray coated coils seem almost unending as they continue to rush out of the darkened water below, answering what is really a change in direction instead.
The wizards scream and dive for cover as the long-tailed meteor of white and water now arches down at them, only to miss, descending past the other side of the bridge, before looping underneath, and rocketing upward once more on the other side. Round and round the beast goes, until finally, it is as if they are in the center of a monstrous constrictor's coils, a snare that could snap shut at any moment, crushing the bridge like a match stick with them still upon it.
Then, as the last of the spray falls away, they finally get a glimpse of not just the massive scarred head of the beast, but the revealed form of their leader's mechanical western dragon, now facing a dramatic reversal of fortunes. Giving one last plaintive engine block roar, as it struggles against the crushing jaws biting down on it, with a final screeching crescendo, teeth the size of swords sheer through automotive metals in a spray of shrapnel and motor oil.
Lifelessly, the remains of the dragon crash back down to the bridge in separate shattered halves, while the train-length mizuchi bellows it's victory.
No one says anything, too gripped by terror as the true dragon, clad in scarred scales of stone-white, and wreathed in it's flowing mane of green, rises above them.
It is an image of the wrath and fury, born by the kami of old. The atmosphere is choking, almost drowning them in the poisonous grudge and wroth it exudes, talons the size of men's arms clacking together as it's furious emerald gaze sifts between them, not caring for the automotive fluids and mechanical gore that drips from it's hungry maw. It is a gaze that finds them wanting.
As the fallen kami then fixates it's piercing vengeful eyes on him and two of his fellow wizards in particular, a puddle quietly grows beneath the legs of the wizard who cast at her.
"YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS!" Roars the beast, in a voice like raging flood waters tearing away a house and treacherous rapids dashing a victim against the rocks with thunderous, elemental power.
"SURRENDER AND PREPARE TO BE FUCKED BY THE LONG DICK OF THE LAW! OR SURRENDER AND PREPARE TO BE FUCKED BY ME!"
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It's only ten minutes later, that Mary arrives at the bridge.
The location where yet another "tip off" had told her that her current target had been caught trying to administer some vigilante justice, in response to recent events she'd already been taking great pleasure following up for most of the day. Apparently there were "stragglers".
What greets her is two vehicles with their engine blocks torn out, and the shredded remains of what might have once been a third.
The thing that most dramatically captures her attention though, are the dozen wizards all handcuffed to a nearby railing, their wands all locked inside one of the near by cars along with the keys still in the ignition. It isn't the "gift" wrapping that is the oddest thing of all though.
It's the fact that upon realizing the noise in their midst was the crack of an auror apparating onto the scene, three of them in particular, immediately look at her like she's their saviour come to their rescue.
"PLEASE! WE SURRENDER! ARREST US!"
"I'LL CONFESS! I'LL TELL EVERYTHING! W-WE NEVER MEANT TO OFFEND A KAMI!"
"M-ME TOO! I'LL TELL AS WELL! JUST DON'T LET IT EAT OR CURSE US!!!
Blinking owlishly for a second, Mary then facepalms.
It takes everything she has to hide her grin.
They're somewhere outside Hakone, just on the edge of Kanagawa prefecture, when the magic begins to take hold.
The lead drivers in the three car convoy, looks at the wizard in the shotgun position and frowns. "Is it just me, or does the engine feels a little bit light on the gas all of a sudden?"
"Maybe we should flag the others to pull over for a second?" Considers the second uncertainly.
Suddenly, the driver glances at the wing mirror, his eyes widening at the terrible realization that suddenly hits him. "The other cars are in trouble too!"
Not leaving anything to chance, he blinks his lights and floors the accelerator, the signal for the other two vehicles to do the same. Rather than responding to his wishes however, the three cars only continues to become more sluggish.
"Screw this, let's fly!" Nodding in agreement, with his co-driver, the wizard's activation of the flight charm and invisibility booster instead only produce similarly negligible effects. "What the hell?!" Panicked punches of the invisibility booster, instead only produce brief ripples of invisibility before the device fails within moments of each activation. A glance in the mirror shows the other two vehicle's attempts to flee meeting similar ends.
In the midst of the rapidly growing panic and confusion, the driver then at last realizes where they are, and where the last lingering traces of momentum are about to deposit their three car convoy. In the center of a single lane bridge, crossing a river in the middle of nowhere. Apparently, their surreptitious flight from Tokyo via the mountain back roads with their precious cargo, has backfired on them in the worst way.
"It's a trap!"
"No shit Sherlock!" responds his second as the two sedans leading and tailing the van between them, both roll to a final halt. "You scout out ahead, I'll go back to the van and see if the others-"
"What the hell is that!"
Spinning around to follow his driver's gaze, the wizard's gaze narrows in confusion. Out of the darkness, with a slow and confidant pace that is more swagger than stride, a human form confidently approaches. Immediately exiting the vehicle, the two wizards are joined in tandem by numerous others, pilling out of the front of the van and all four doors of the other sedan. Nervously, the wizards whisper among themselves.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know, but they have a lot of fucking nerve stopping us," growls one.
"You don't think they're related to whoever Ojou-sama ran off with do you?" considers another nervously.
"I heard she was with a muggle boy," hisses another. "We just got stopped by some sort of ward or enchantment that killed our cars, so no, I don't think so."
"Whoever they are," intones another gravely, "they brought friends."
Slowly, it then dawns on them, what the sharper hearing of their friends has picked up. Echoing throughout the hills and valleys around them, is the muted sound of engines. Motorcycles, powerful ones, slowly turning over and noisily spluttering to life with increasing number at either end of the bridge.
And then, the illusions fall away, masterful examples that could only have been made by either something like a Kitsune, or a Tanuki, or likely even both working in tandem. It is like someone has suddenly turned on flood lights, illuminating the wizards trapped in the center of the bridge, like prisoners caught in the spotlight of a guard tower during an escape attempt.
"Fuck, it's an ambush!"
"They have us surrounded!"
Some cow away from the lights and the odds against them. A few however, yet still square themselves, and face the lone figure that is actually approaching them, looking down at her with defiant pride and self-assuredness. Something that only increases as the combination of glare behind her, and the headlights of the lead sedan she slowly walkes through, now serve to completely illuminate the form of their apparent attacker.
"It's just a fucking snake hanyou and a pack of yokai!" One of the less observant wizards declares.
Grin spread wide at the poor choice of words, Jin's teeth gleam with a predatory glint in the high beams shinning upon her, scales already snaking across her face and spreading from her claw tipped hands.
"Oh, you are so off the mark, it isn't even funny."
One of the nominal leaders of the group glares at her. "Move aside yokai! I don't know who you think you're messing with, but you picked the wrong family to try this little highway bandit gig with!"
Rather than being intimidated by the wands slowly being leveled her way, the scaled biker laughs, looking at them as if they were pre-schoolers threatening her with safety scissors.
"Ahahahaha! Oh, that's cute. No, actually, you see...." Affixing them with an inhuman green gaze, the growing lengths of white tail behind her swish in anticipation. "I think you people happen to be exactly the family I was looking for. Or at least three of you are."
Heedless of the wands now being leveled at her with much more determined aims, the woman gives a feral smile. "I'm looking for three rather unintelligent fellows, who were involved a very questionable attempt at keeping someone precious to a recent defacto business associate of mine, in a certain now-very-barbecued place, when they made to take their leave of those stealing all the oxygen that the rest of us need." Across the bridge, numerous fists tighten on the wands in their hands. "The rest of you, I have no place to impede. Turn over the three dropkicks I seek, and the rest of you will be free to go."
Out of the van, a new wizard stumbles, urgently rushing toward the group having their staredown with the mystery woman. Not noticing his approach however, the leader of the group snarls at the yokai who seems to think she is in any position to order humans such as them around, even Branch Family that they are. "You've got a lot of nerve making demands like that! Maybe we ought to just put you in your place for disrespecting your betters!"
"Hah! Try me," says the white scaled biker with an infuriatingly self-assured grin. "For someone talking about respect and betters, you're doing a shitty job at recognizing who deserves it in this conversation. But then, your family head was a dipshit, and you know what they say about "shit" and "down hills". I bet you guys are the kind of traditionalists who's family tree looks like a circle as well."
With a vicious snarl, the wizard, and more than few of his more hot headed cronies raze their wands.
At the back of the group, the runner finally catches up, only to realize too late what is going on. "WAIT-!"
"Learn your place half-breed!"
"NO! STOP! SHE'S A-!"
"DRACONIFORS!"
With a screech of steel and metal, the lead hamstrung sedan lurches, not just into automotive life, but then into a much more animated motion as well. Shifting and reshaping itself as it hurtles down the bridge, the heap of metal that was once a one ton vehicle, resolves itself into the form of a charging western dragon the size of a small car. Not giving the green-haired yokai any time to dodge, it spreads it's jaws wide, catching her around the waist with a vicious mechanical crunch.
To the wizard's shock however, the yokai is entirely unfazed by this turn of events, giving a manic cackle as she then viciously punches and carves her clawed hands into it's mechanical headlight eyes.
"BAD! FUCKING! DOG!"
The automotive dragon roars in agony, opening it's jaws to reveal that half it's teeth are now bent, and the few that have found purchase, are now rusted and stained from contact with the black, sludge-like ichor the yokai bleeds. Blinded and in pain, the mechanical construct thrashes and writhes, doing it's best to remove the unphased monster from it's face and mouth. A process that is of dubious effect, right up until it's tail then takes out a section of the bridge's railing.
Still blinded and flailing, the western-style automaton doesn't even notice the danger it is in, right up until it's back peddling rear feet go over the side. Giving a mechanical roar of shock and anger as gravity takes hold, the yokai in it's jaws finally attempts to dislodge herself. He efforts at leaping clear however, do not go according to plan. Clamping like a vice onto one of her legs at it's masters command, the metal monstrosity's teeth sink into her ridding boots and pants legs, even if it fails of find purchase in her scaled flesh.
With a yelp of surprise, the yokai ends up on her back, and slowly being dragged after her foe.
"YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!"
Furiously she kicks at it's jaws with her free leg, ruining the construct's face, but having little effect on it's death grip upon her, as it continues to carry her towards the edge gravity is inexorably pulling it over.
"THAT WAS MY GOOD SET OF BOOTS SHITHEAD!"
Fruitlessly, the scaled yokai scrambles for purchase on the asphalt, but there is no resisting as finally, it carries her over the edge to what will surely be a watery grave.
"OH MOTHERFUCKEEEEEEEEER"
From the darkness below, the incorrigibly irreverent voice of the yokai is finally silenced by a loud splash.
What more pressingly draws the attentions of the wizards however, is the reactions of the bikers waiting at either ends of the bridge. Or to be precise, the pointed lack of one.
Nervously, the wizards begin to close ranks around the van protectively, increasingly wary of the fact that their supposed foes have scarcely even battered an eyelid at the demise of their leader.
"What the hell are they waiting for?" whispers one of the wizards to another.
"I dunno," offers another. "But I bet you they're the ones actually keeping the wards up that killed our cars."
"They don't look very much like fighters," considers a third. "What do you think our chances are that we could rush them?"
"No, no, that might be what they want us to think," mutters the second. "If they put all their hopes on the hanyou who just went in the river, then they're best bet now might be to go at us with number with her out of the fight.
It is at this point, the runner from the van just moans in horror, much to the disgruntlement of their leader. "Oh come on man, what the hell is it now?"
Pale faced, the man shakes his head. "That woman isn't out of the fight. And she wasn't a snake hanyou either...."
"Well what the hell was she then?" Abruptly, the abrassive wizard pauses, frowning for a moment in confusion. "Hey, does anybody hear that?"
Rapidly, the sound grows into something like the churning roar of a raging torrent or racing flood waters coursing beneath the bridge they stand on. In shock, the other wizards then looks to the despairing gaze of the runner from the van.
"That.... was a Mizuchi you just crossed."
Suddenly, there is something almost like an explosion of water in the river, a massive column of white spray rocketing into the air to their right. Streaking up into the sky, it is too their horror that they realize the column of water does not descend. Rising and rising, it roars out of the river with a sound and volume almost like a freight train at only a hair's breadth away. And even when the tower at last seems to stop on it's upward path, the gigantic, spray coated coils seem almost unending as they continue to rush out of the darkened water below, answering what is really a change in direction instead.
The wizards scream and dive for cover as the long-tailed meteor of white and water now arches down at them, only to miss, descending past the other side of the bridge, before looping underneath, and rocketing upward once more on the other side. Round and round the beast goes, until finally, it is as if they are in the center of a monstrous constrictor's coils, a snare that could snap shut at any moment, crushing the bridge like a match stick with them still upon it.
Then, as the last of the spray falls away, they finally get a glimpse of not just the massive scarred head of the beast, but the revealed form of their leader's mechanical western dragon, now facing a dramatic reversal of fortunes. Giving one last plaintive engine block roar, as it struggles against the crushing jaws biting down on it, with a final screeching crescendo, teeth the size of swords sheer through automotive metals in a spray of shrapnel and motor oil.
Lifelessly, the remains of the dragon crash back down to the bridge in separate shattered halves, while the train-length mizuchi bellows it's victory.

No one says anything, too gripped by terror as the true dragon, clad in scarred scales of stone-white, and wreathed in it's flowing mane of green, rises above them.
It is an image of the wrath and fury, born by the kami of old. The atmosphere is choking, almost drowning them in the poisonous grudge and wroth it exudes, talons the size of men's arms clacking together as it's furious emerald gaze sifts between them, not caring for the automotive fluids and mechanical gore that drips from it's hungry maw. It is a gaze that finds them wanting.
As the fallen kami then fixates it's piercing vengeful eyes on him and two of his fellow wizards in particular, a puddle quietly grows beneath the legs of the wizard who cast at her.
"YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS!" Roars the beast, in a voice like raging flood waters tearing away a house and treacherous rapids dashing a victim against the rocks with thunderous, elemental power.
"SURRENDER AND PREPARE TO BE FUCKED BY THE LONG DICK OF THE LAW! OR SURRENDER AND PREPARE TO BE FUCKED BY ME!"
-----------------
It's only ten minutes later, that Mary arrives at the bridge.
The location where yet another "tip off" had told her that her current target had been caught trying to administer some vigilante justice, in response to recent events she'd already been taking great pleasure following up for most of the day. Apparently there were "stragglers".
What greets her is two vehicles with their engine blocks torn out, and the shredded remains of what might have once been a third.
The thing that most dramatically captures her attention though, are the dozen wizards all handcuffed to a nearby railing, their wands all locked inside one of the near by cars along with the keys still in the ignition. It isn't the "gift" wrapping that is the oddest thing of all though.
It's the fact that upon realizing the noise in their midst was the crack of an auror apparating onto the scene, three of them in particular, immediately look at her like she's their saviour come to their rescue.
"PLEASE! WE SURRENDER! ARREST US!"
"I'LL CONFESS! I'LL TELL EVERYTHING! W-WE NEVER MEANT TO OFFEND A KAMI!"
"M-ME TOO! I'LL TELL AS WELL! JUST DON'T LET IT EAT OR CURSE US!!!
Blinking owlishly for a second, Mary then facepalms.
It takes everything she has to hide her grin.