Shinto

I totally re-imagined things to be able to redo this, and I must say- the fight came out much better. Still, I was further in terms of where I wanted to be. I was almost done with establishing the secret of the school and laboratory before, but I'll just cut off here for now.

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"Your tour stops right here," said a voice in a commanding, authoritative tone. Suddenly, two shadows swooped down from the ceiling. On the left, one looked perfectly human; but it was obvious the body didn't have a head. In one hand, it held a scythe, and in the other hand, a head. It had cybernetic legs as well. "A dullahan," thought Michael. On the right, there was one mess of an amalgamation. It had a human head with screws lodged in it, had a tiger's claws on one hand, a mechanical arm on the opposite side, and a barbed long tail; with all of these parts stitched together to a humanoid body. The stitches seemed thick and sturdy unlike the caged up demons. "We're both A ranked demons here, and we'll ensure you and that B+ class over there won't be getting past us any time soon."

"You ready?" said Michael, gritting his teeth.

Sawako's eyes then looked at him in a condescending, smug face as she stuck her tongue out. "Ready as hell."

After that, she charged straight in as Michael pulled out Speed Demon as a P-90.

With each step Sawako took as she ran onwards, echoes of the loud hollow pitter-patters of feet alternating between left and right on top of the narrow metal bridge resonated throughout the cave. Each step’s echo lingered throughout the room for a long time, stretching to reach the deep abyss that was the bottom of the cavern and the stalactites looming above their heads. The two demons at the opposite end of the bridge sat and watched.

As if coming out of a nap, the chimera stretched its arms and let out a yawn. The chimera placed its palms upon the floor; going down on all fours; and began to turn its head. As it turned its head, the snapping of brittle bones and twisting of organs could be heard until it had made a complete stop at turning its head at a ninety degree angle. It tilted its head up high to the roof of the cavern as it let out a cacophonous shriek into the darkness. As it looked towards Sawako charging head on, its pupils enlarged and were convulsed with insanity. It began to growl and bark as its mouth began to spew frothy foam; all while the dullahan stood there with its head in hand.

The eyes of the dullahan’s head looked devoid of any life at all with its blank, empty stare; and yet: there was something about this blank, empty stare that made it seem so alive- it’s as if there was no escaping from this gaze. It felt omnipresent, and this stare seemed to communicate cold, chilling murmurs that felt like icy daggers penetrating the spine of who so ever falls within its unavoidable gaze. The body seemed skinny and slender: seemingly agile and flexible, and yet despite the fact it had no head, the body seemed to communicate power on its own.

Suddenly, as Sawako began to reach them, the dullahan mounted on the chimera. The chimera bucked as it let out a shrill cry into the depths of the cavern while the dullahan morphed its arm into a lance, and charged straight for Sawako.

The sound of galloping filled the cavern as the dullahan prepared a mounted attack. Sawako had been running so fast that her own momentum was dragging her forward into this attack.

Michael squinted his eyes slightly as he attempted to find the proper line of sight to get a clear shot. “Goddamn,” hissed Michael as he struggled to find the proper line of sight: the bridge was narrow, and worse yet, Sawako was blocking his way. “Ah, there we go.” “Loading warp ammo.” Speed Demon began to emit a blue and purple aura.

With each stride forward the chimera made as it charged onwards, its foot seemed to be wide open for attack; and it was all up to timing and good aim. Michael’s finger was ready to pull the trigger at any second, all he needed to was to wait for the perfect opportunity. First, he’d need to get Sawako out of the way so that she wouldn’t be crashed into. Easy solution: give her a quick cue, and hope she follows: and fast.

“Jump,” barked Michael.

Sawako didn’t even need to nod, and right away, she made a huge leap in the air over combined height of the mounted duo by leaping using her modified demon legs.

“Now!” thought Michael as he saw the chimera retracting its arms used as front legs to push off the floor to run forward. Michael pulled the trigger, and as the bullets whizzed through the air, it went alight, bursting into a mix of the aqua blue and purple lights. He turned his gun towards the opposite arm and shot it as well. The bullets pierced and sank into the flesh of the chimera’s organic arm with a shadowy, pitch black sinew spewing out of its body as the shadows from within the body began to shred from within; and in the mechanical arm; panels, screws, and wires began to fly through the air. Suddenly, Michael put Speed Demon on his back as he pulled out Liberian Girl. “Switching to frost spray.” Losing its balance having lost its front legs and about to step forward, the chimera collapsed on to the floor as the murky black, thick, and viscous liquid sinew began to rapidly form the distinct shape of an arm. Michael, quick to react, pulled the trigger as a frigid breeze came out of the muzzle of the tommy gun as the barrels began to freeze. The liquid began to move slowly and began to move slower and slower as it became more and more encased by a layer of ice. Suddenly, Sawako; who had been hanging from atop the stalactites on the ceiling, had taken the time to form a long spear and leapt down from above to stab the slowly regenerating arm. She retracted the spear as she leaped backwards towards Michael, and stood ready to strike again with her arm turned into a scythe now. The arm of the chimera slowly regenerated, but now it was limp and feeble due to the massive amounts of damage causing regenerative powers to weaken.

Demons of this level would be too strong for his bullets, and he’d have to rely only on tech and abilities to be able to defeat them. The terrain was equally a problem: Michael was having difficulty with the narrow bridge, as it restricted his fighting style that required tons of freedom in movement; as well as giving him aim problems when he had allies in front of him as well. Michael knew he would have to find a solution to stop it from moving because on the bridge- he wouldn’t be able to dodge what the enemy could have to throw at him. Michael had to think to himself how to stop a rampaging tanker charging at him: fast. He knew to ask Sawako to jump, and thought to himself what should come next. One thing was obvious: by no means was Warp Ammo strong enough to counter the rapid regeneration found in a demon, but it was the solution. Warp ammo would shred apart the body from within, but with it was clear that most demons had the power of regeneration, and this ability of regeneration was more potent with the transition from level to level. This would only give a two second frame against a Rank A demon, but this was as long as he needed. All he needed was for it to collapse so that it would stop its rampage to charge straight into Michael; and then he knew he’d be free to strike. What came next was less than obvious: he had to weaken the arm, but could get past the dullahan because of its long reach. He knew he’d have to count on Sawako using the element of surprise, and she did not disappoint him.

“Jump again,” barked Michael.

Sawako leaped once more as Michael thrust his palm to the safety rails at the sides of the bridge. Purple sparks emerged from his palm, and spread across the metallic bridge as he moonwalked. Sparks began to seemingly leap and dance across the bridge, growing larger and larger, until they finally reached the dullahan and the chimera. Their bodies were suddenly engulfed in purple lightning and they began to twitch rapidly as the shock went through their bodies. Suddenly, panels began to buzz while engines began to sputter; and all of a sudden, explosions sounded throughout the room.

The two demons then picked themselves up off of the floor; and as they came up, their faces- the dullahan’s head it carried and the chimera’s head, were convulsed with anger. The once blank face seemed twisted and insane; and the chimera began to foam at the mouth even more as the nail in its head lit a spark. The engine continued to sputter. The room fell entirely silent, except for the trickling of water droplets off of the stalactites and the sounds of the demons.

A large laser beam came out of the chimera’s mouth as the dullahan formed its arm into a bow and shot a pitch black arrow at Michael. Michael was struck by the arrow in the shoulder, burying the tip under his skin; and the strike felt as if Michael’s own flesh were melting. Sawako had fortunately dodged the laser beam and attempted to strike the two, but it was no use. They continually pushed her back and back despite her attempts to continually curve and twist the blade of her scythe to advance to her target, but they deflected each blow as they continued to knock her back. Rhythmic slashing were punctuated by the hollow silence of the cavern with the occasional sound of falling water droplets.
Michael then realized he had to finish this fight. “…attach microbombs,” Michael then roared.

A loud beep then ensued, as tiny microscopic bombs attached themselves to Michael’s bullets. Michael then shot at all of their vital spots with deadly precision- making sure not to miss by a single nanometer. “Switching to frost spray,” Michael roared as shadowy, pitch black sinew and organs began to fly across as they began to piece themselves together again. Michael, quick to react again, pulled the trigger as a frigid breeze came out of the muzzle of the tommy gun as the barrels began to freeze. The liquid began to move slowly and began to move slower and slower as it became more and more encased by a layer of ice. Sawako’s hand transformed into a shadowy dagger, as she sliced the ice.
The demons reformed and began to pant. They were beginning to show signs of exhaustion. Suddenly, their eyes fell totally blank as they made cacophonous cries and the veins of their body began to enlarge and pump. They had become totally mindless and berserk despite the injuries and would have let their powers out at full capacity. “Perfect, and now for the finisher!,” thought Michael. Michael began to rapidly move in a way that seemed as if he were floating while moving in a circular motion.

Sawako turned to Michael and saw a visible marine blue aura engulf his entire body. “His chii… it’s visible?” thought Sawako. Turning once more, she saw that the the two demons were also engulfed in this same blue aura.
Michael began to contort and move his limbs in ways not even conceivable to human comprehension, and what was strange to Sawako was that these demons were following them motion for motion. She could hear the sound of spines snapping as if brittle as hardened clay, organs being crushed, and bones snapping; and it was obvious it came from the demons. Oddly, Michael’s movements seemed so wondrous and rhythmic, as if a careful elaborate dance. Michael then tilted his body to a forty-five degree angle. Quickly, he did one more twirl that seemed to defy gravity as he moved his feet and finished in a pose where he held one finger up high and the other pointing at them. “HOOOOOOO,” he hollered. The two demons began to disintegrate into ashes.

As Michael walked with Sawako onwards toward the door at the opposite side, he coughed blood.

“Are you okay?” Sawako asked as she blushed.

“Heh, funny, I should be asking you that,” he said with a smile as he pulled out the arrow out of his shoulder and wiped the blood off of his mouth.

“I regenerate, idiot,” she said with an expression that seemed to pout as she folded her arms.

“Your old road is
Rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.”

Looking behind them, Michael saw a crazed woman in formal attire trailing behind him singing Bob Dylan. Looking from afar, he saw a pin.

“Shit,” thought Michael as he gritted his teeth. Now at the opposite end of the bridge, he shot down a few stalactites above the bridge, which fell on to the bridge and ultimately caused the bridge to collapse to the bottom of the abyss, with a hard thud signifying it had hit the bottom echoed throughout the room. Michael had been considering striking the enemies with this, but he wanted at least one escape route. With this woman on his trail, he knew he couldn’t escape this way and had to sacrifice to the bridge to move onwards. Even if she could get across without needing the bridge, it would take quite some time to cross; and effectively stall her. "Hold on," said Michael, "Speed Demon, close up on that pin." "Will do." Upon closer examination, it read "Principal".

With this new information in mind, Michael and Sawako walked into the door and walked down a long ornate hall lit by dimly lit candles that lead to an elevator. As they went deeper and deeper, they began to feel as if their very existence were being crushed by an immense pressure; and it got only stronger and stronger as they went down. What was it? They’d have to get to the very bottom of this to find out what it is and who’s behind it.
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By the way, the finisher move he uses is based off the full screen attack from the Moonwalker game.