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Spirit seemed relatively unfazed by Gamagori's massive presence, and instead turned to Maka.

"I'm ready when you are."

It wasn't odd to him, transforming to work with a meister he had little experience with. It matters little, he realized: he trusted his daughter implicitly. There is a momentary flash of light before he transforms, knowing his daughter had the skill to catch him. Now, instead of the tall redhead that had been before Gamagori was a thin steel crossed scythe.

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Fighting? Maka resisted the urge to roll her eyes when she heard that--male posturing never changes, even from different worlds. Nonetheless, when her father transformed she reached out and caught the scythe, deftly spinning it in her hands before she settled into a defensive stance.

"Sir, I hope you're strong, because we fight to kill at the Academy."

She didn't mean to say it as a taunt, just as a general warning, she has no reason to doubt Gamagori's strength (besides that she barely knows the man).

Well, it looks like she has no choice. Maka reaches out her soul to the Weapon in her hands, instead of the usual shout of "Soul Resonance!" she chooses to not announce that it's happening, though the telltale sign of a soul link happens regardless. A form that looks like wings emerges from the girl's back, translucent and glowing, then it spreads out across the field--muting the shadow and light for a moment before it disperses. It wasn't a show of threat, not really, but he wanted to see a demonstration of full power, that's exactly what he was going to get from the father/daughter duo.

There was the slightest hint of a smirk as Gamagori watched. So Spirit wasn't kidding when he said he turned into a weapon, and the presence Maka had when holding the weapon... it felt very similar to a Kamui. Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him.

"Don't worry about me. After all, I am Satsuki-sama's impenetrable shield!"

With that exclamation the stars adorning his color shone brilliantly and his clothes seemed to explode in a cloud of stars. He maintained the intense look on his face, despite the brief nudity as his uniform reformed around him, though this time making him even taller, with a build that made him look like a walking tank wrapped in cloth.

"Behold the Three Star Goku Uniform, Shackle Regalia mk. 2!"

Spirit's focus didn't waver as Gamagori's uniform changed. Instead, he turned his attention briefly inward. He could feel the connection with Maka's soul, and gently concentrated on protection. Protecting her at all available costs--that was where his strength needed to be. The manipulation was slight but enough that he was very aware of it at least. He could feel his own soul swathing Maka's, cocooning it protectively.

"We need to be fast, but careful. I'm not sure how well we can defend against him like this."

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

A cliched thing to say, sure, but that is genuinely how Maka would approach fighting something as big as Gamagori--confuse and knock down. One would be amazed at how much the advantage is changed when someone gets knocked on their butt.

Fast is never a problem for Maka, she breaks into a dash immediately--appearing as though she's going to take a direct swing with the blade at Gamagori. She doesn't actually intend to attack him directly, she's not stupid--that strange suit he's wearing is clearly designed for defense and direct hits would do damage to nobody but herself, as well as put her in unnecessary proximity to the opponent. But as long as he thinks she's dumb enough to directly attack him, it'll work to her advantage.

Gamagori doesn't just sit still, once Maka starts to move. He doesn't really know Maka well enough to make any comments on how she fights either, so he'll just see how she reacts to his own attacks. Once Maka goes in for the feint, Gama will be sending one of his massive fists at the duo, though the punch isn't aimed for Maka herself.

The punch is intended to see if disarming Maka would be a viable course of action, and as such the fist is aimed directly at the curved blade, attempting to knock it out of her hands.

Hell no.

Maka doesn't care of her dad would be upset with cursing, but she still does as she goes, stopping midstep to pivot and roll away from the fist. There's a clang! and some sparks, so whatever happened might have just barely brushed the blade--can't be too sure. Instead Maka thrusts the pole to the ground to launch herself up from her crouch and run underneath Gamagori's arm to his legs. Like Papa said, they need to move fast but be careful, yet surely the man won't stay bamboozled for long by the weaving tactic, she needs to keep thinking of what to do next.

Maybe circle back around him and launch the Witch Hunter? Would it even work with her dad, the attack when she used him last time was different from the Witch Hunter with Soul. But still, fast and brutal is the object of the game--fight to the full, fight to kill.

Gama shifts at the impact to the leg, but it's not enough to knock him off balance just yet. A slight stance change is all it really takes to get his balance again. However, with Maka being in such close proximity, it felt only natural to see just how speedy she really was. As such, both arms will be closing in fast, attempting to catch Maka in a bear hug.

"Che!"

Maka does not like to be touched, however she can thank her dad for giving her practice of avoiding his bear hugs all her life. She breaks into a roll forward underneath Gamagori and does just as she was planning to do--launches a Witch Hunter at the behemoth as he's leaned forward trying to catch her. To Gamagori it would appear as though Spirit's blade is glowing and growing, shooting off a blade of light almost as big as he is.

However, it's not exactly behind him and more in the vicinity of his groin. Not that Maka can see that in the flashing light, surging power, and her own mind clicking off as it enters into survival mode. That time where she thinks of nothing but beating her opponent until she sees them battered and bleeding, no matter how battered she gets in the process.

Satsuki, as already mentioned, is already there. In fact, she had been spending a lot of time in Genessia City, overlooking some projects so it was no trouble for her at all to arrive at the public school.

Besides, she really would not want to miss a demonstration like this one; many of the denizens posses unique powers and she doesn't get to see many of them in action. Hopefully that will change in time, but for now Satsuki's normally stone expression is broken to show some amusement- Maka's more ferocious than she looks.

"Damnit Maka! Be careful!"

Honestly. Spirit had other places he'd prefer to be than... well, than where Maka had just put him. And though he had been aware of tuning his wavelength in to hers to increase the damage dealt, he still wasn't exactly pleased to end up in Gamagori's crotch--and frankly, he cringed a bit for the guy.

"Let's end this quick!"

He could sense even still the slight fear in her soul. No, fear wasn't the right word; it was more an instinctual survival instinct that could cloud her better judgment. He'd seen it happen before when he'd watched her fight with Soul. He had the advantage of being able to slightly manipulate their resonance to ground her to reality. He hoped it helped keep her actions clear and precise. Gamagori was not out to kill them, after all. Maybe squish, but not kill.

That really took Gamagori by surprise. If anything, he expected Maka to go up and over, not under. Even with the armor he wore, he could feel the impact of the blow rather vividly. The blow even lifted him up into the air - a feat that none had been able to accomplish before now. However, even as he grunted with the impact of the blow, he wasn't about to lose. Not with Satsuki watching.

Once he was airborne, he grabbed a chunk of the ground with one hand, twisting to face Maka, and then using that leverage to both bring him back to Earth, as well as amplifying the force of another punch aimed at the weapon.

As quickly as it starts to fade off, Maka's mind snaps back into clarity. Yes, she forgot that Papa was used to maintaining the wavelength of Professor Stein who--though she respects him greatly--is more than a little unscrewed at times. Of course it would be his instinct to immediately correct a wavelength that starts to veer off. Not being used to fighting with her brain actually truly focused, she tenses at the fist coming--then realizes, well, he wants to disarm her so badly? Fine, disarm her then. With a flick of her wrist Maka sends Spirit spinning off away from her like a buzz saw, rolling herself out of Gamagori's strike zone. Soon as Spirit's form buzzes away, though, it reverses and flies right back into her hands.

It's then and finally then that Maka allows a cocky smile to come to her face. After experiencing her reserved demeanor for the time they've spent together, an actual taunt might come as a surprise, but the message speaks loud and clear: "You can't disarm a Meister that easily, friend." He and Satsuki wanted to see how Demon Weapons and their Meisters work, they'll get the unadulterated demonstration of it.

Gama has to admire the connection between Miester and Weapon, to be able to fly around like that would offer quite a bit of tactical possibilities, turning weapons that weren't typically throwing weapons into rather deadly missiles. Still, at the sight, he straightened his posture, one hand moving behind his back while the other came up to his chest, turning so that he could address Satsuki for a moment.

"It would seem they possess a power on par with at least a two-star Goku Uniform, Satsuki-sama. But now, we'll see how they fare against the full might of one of Honnouji Academy's Elite four!"

He offers a short bow before turning back to face Maka, the hand behind his back, shooting outward, palm open, as a large thorny whip shot from his palm.

Oh, come on, is that all?

Never mind the blowhard statement of "Elite Four"--which the man is apparently a part of--all it takes is one powerful swing to slice at the whip as it approaches. That can't be all, there has to be some trick...some trick that she can't let him use, evident by Maka's stepping to the side to move from directly in front of him.

"Papa, I hope you have something stronger than Witch Hunter, because we're going to need it to crack this guy's armor."

The whip continues to come from the extended hand, though the arm jerks to the side, sending what's left of the whip lashing out at Maka. At the same time, he starts to close the distance, the opposing palm starting to spark with electricity.

He may not have been able to defeat Harime Nui with this uniform, even alongside the other Devas, but he would not lose again. Especially not when Satsuki was expecting great things of him.

No time to wait for him to answer, Maka charges straight forward--narrowly scraping against the thorns of the whip as she raises the scythe.

Then--stopping short of his palm about to make impact, Maka jumps straight up in the air, the winged orb of power surrounding herself once again as a warning for what's about to come and partly as a shield in Spirit's contribution.

This attack is much bigger than before, much brighter, the mere sight and heat of it painful even in distance. This time, it is announced by a primal scream of "DEMON HUNTER!" before all sound blanks out around Maka.

She's not done after that, not by any means, but spinning through the air and trying not to land too oddly on her feet is all Maka is concerned with at the moment. There's an almost feral air about her as she waits for Gamagori's next move, panting but not exhausted, singed and cut but not in pain (too much adrenaline surging through her to concentrate on pain), her eyes are focused fully on her opponent--reaching out and scanning his soul for signs of what happens next. It seems regardless of Gamagori's appearance and his challenge to her, he's not a bad person--duty-bound and loyal, determined to protect those important to him. Rather like her, except she's not giant or a man.

"You have a good soul, Mr. Gamagori!" she calls out. "I can see it right now, I'd trust you to use my father!"

He hadn't been expecting the sudden leap into the air, or the light. He brought his arms up instinctively to shield himself from the blow but... somehow something seemed... off. There was impact for sure, but it was nothing any worse than the other attacks Maka had used.

When he lowered his gauntlets, the visor over his face opened too, revealing a rather confused look. He wasn't sure what had happened, and in fact almost feared he'd gone too far and hurt her. But when he saw her standing, still in a ready stance, as if confident the attack had worked as intended, he just... had to cock his head. Surely if it were just a light trick intended to distract an enemy she would've struck while his arms were protecting his head and gone for his legs, but... no. This was different.

"...If you require a break, we can end the demonstration here."

Oh, he's offering to stop it? ...Good. Maka's shoulders relax and she exhales slowly, closing her eyes and stretching out to unstring the stiff muscles. "I'm fine."

Really, it's strange how quickly she's able to drop the soldier demeanor and go back to seeming like a regular teenager. The energy is draining out, but she feels the humming of souls around her and it's all right--actually, odd thing, Gamagori's soul still isn't bigger than Lord Death's. Then again, that's comparing a god and a human.

"But you know, Papa isn't my Weapon, it's not exactly fair to ask a Meister to fight to their fullest with a Weapon they're not even partnered with. Papa may be able to be passed around, but I'm not." And she puts him at rest across her shoulders, cocking her head in a similar fashion to Gamagori. "This is about the average for what Demon Weapons can do, though. I hope that was informative."

A two star, he says? While astonishing to head, Satsuki has for the most part come to accept that she has much catching up to do when it comes to improving upon the uniforms. But at this rate.. Is she going to need to open a sub-archway after all?

She'd really rather not.

Regardless she continues to observe the demonstration, and can't help but notice something is off.. Something she can't immediately put her finger on until Maka mentions that the weapon isn't hers. "If that is the case, then I believe I have seen enough." says the regal lady. From rather close, as at this point she had already made her way to the field with her sheathed weapon in hand.

Eventually she stops by Ira's side with her usual stone expression and a sharp, almost judgmental gaze upon the twin-tailed meister. "I have likely already been introduced, but regardless I am Satsuki Kiryuin, Deputy Guardian of Nova City. That was a rather interesting demonstration, but of course I must ask where -your- weapon is."

All it took was a single word, and the imposing battle suit explodes into a cloud of stars once more, reforming in Gamagori's more casual attire.

He steps slightly to one side, turning so as to bow slightly as Satsuki approached, but not showing his back to Maka and Spirit. After all, Gama was as protective of Satsuki as Spirit was of Maka.

Threat averted. As soon as Gamagori reverts to his normal attire, Spirit is a few seconds behind. He stands beside Maka, rolling his neck--shh, he isn't getting old.

Spirit is eying Satsuki almost warily as he straightens his tie, uncertain of what to make of her.

hi. let's pretend this narration makes sense

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these guys say stupid shit when they're fighting what even

They'd fit right in with Gama and his whip of love.

Maka thinks men have severe problems and must be stopped. Whip of love is proof of this

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[Not here] wow eavesdropping rude!

[Not here] what is this rude thing?