Stepping through the psychic stream as a top level Psychic was an easy task for Kharusha.
There was a certain phenomenon known as the 'psychic stream', which was the combined fragments of psychic energy, thoughts, prayers and other aspects of the mind that were out there in the universe. Sometimes there were smaller streams that were condensed into items through meditation and sometimes a much larger stream was formed by something like a cult praying to their god.
At times, these thoughts could become strong enough to even bring some beings into life, making the target of their prayers real. A hint of the psychic stream could be found just about anywhere, but was usually unnoticeable by anyone aside from psychics and higher Grade supers.
Kharusha had used this displacement move to appear behind the Energetic Knight of Courage and unleash a series of combo moves with his huge glowing sword, turning the Primordial Spectra in front of him into tiny pieces of collapsing energy before it could even react.
He quickly reached out with his psychic energy, aiming to seize its trembling core. Sensing the approaching energy of Kharusha, it began to struggle, attempting to gather strength for what seemed like an escape—or rather, a temporary retreat. The Energetic Knight of Courage would never, ever admit to attempting to "escape."
Kharusha's eyes glowed white and his psychic energy blasted away the wounded Spectras last bits of slowly reforming armor shards and grasped its glowing, egg-sized core, suppressing it in multiple layers of psychic energy.
The helpless, defeated Primordial Spectra floated inside a softly glowing tendril of psychic energy, trailing behind Kharusha, with no chance of escape.
'So, will you be coming along easily? Or would you like to show me what you've got, too?'
Kharusha tilted his head and flashed a cheeky smile at the furious, flickering silver cluster of energy, his bright white teeth striking against his sleek, black skin. He lifted one free hand, curling a finger into the universally recognized 'come at me' gesture.
Despite now being fully aware of the vast difference in power between them, the silver cluster of energy chose to hold its ground rather than retreat.
Fleeing was never in the nature of this Primordial Spectra; courage was more than just its name—it was the very core of its existence.
'Run? Ha! You will be the one running after I free Knight! You... should just release him.'
Kharusha raised one of his eyebrows, 'Knight? Is that what you call him? And if I don't let him go? Are you going to get serious? I would like to wrap this up quickly, so I can go assist the princess.'
'A princess? What are you talking about, mortal? I must say, that sounds somewhat interesting, are you also a knight of some kind?'
It appeared that this particular Primordial Spectra was as curious as it was brave.
The intense energy surges from the Esprit Avatar of Bravery settled into steady, rhythmic undulations as its curiosity was piqued, eager to hear a story from this formidable warrior. In the excitement of a potential tale, it seemed to momentarily forget about its friend's capture.
'I'm not just a mere 'knight'; I am Kharusha, the second prince of the Asura and a proud member of House Velmara. My father is King Khara-sho, and I stand as the strongest warrior among my people. The lady with the Elfin bearing, currently under attack by one of your kind over there, is not only my cherished childhood friend but also the leader of her race. I have yet to reveal the full extent of my Saint Grade power to you or my captive here, so I strongly advise you to shrink down and join him, so I may lend Lady Lira a hand.'
Kharusha shook the tendril of energy containing the Energetic Knight of Courage like a naughty child would shake a captive bug in a jar, taunting the Esprit Avatar of Bravery. Kharusha had no intention of making too much small talk with the Primordial Spectra, truly wanting to finish up business with these two and rush to help Lira.
'Yo-you bully!' The energy fluctuations being emitted from the silver cluster ramped up again, far surpassing their level before, when Kharusha had freshly captured its friend. It was shocked and even more angered by Kharusha's blatant provocation.
'Condense you say, I'll show you condense, all right! I will show you condensed Bravery!' With that, the silver clusters exploded with bright light and shrunk down into an armored form similar to the one that the Energetic Knight of Courage had displayed while releasing powerful energy waves.
Instead of relying on a single, powerful shield like its golden counterpart, numerous motes of silvery, condensed light floated around it, acting as miniature satellites. The Primordial Spectra, cautious of Kharusha's sudden bursts of speed and blink like ability, opted for a broader defensive strategy. A long, gleaming spear of condensed energy materialized in its hand as well.
'Do not worry, Knight! I am coming to save you!'
Kharusha chuckled to himself while watching the Esprit Avatar of Bravery start rushing towards him, dragging a silver trail behind it. Although rush might not be the right word to use from Kharusha's perspective. In fact, the speed of this Primordial Spectra, which could easily match an Apex Grade, seemed like a slow turtle in his eyes.
That was not why he was laughing to himself however, Kharusha had cut off his prisoner's mental messages with the layer of energy he had encased it with. The Energetic Knight of Courage had not even been able to hear his partners declaration to save him; meanwhile, on the other side, the captive had not stopped cursing Kharusha and was non-stop challenging him to a rematch.
'Come on, Mr. Expert... Let me go and we will do it properly this time. I wasn't ready the first go around! Or don't you have the guts?'
Kharusha rolled his eyes while listening to his captive complaining. He decided to make a separate 'chat room' for his allies and him only, while keeping the initial psychic chat open to all of the Grade S and Primordial Spectras.
He was capable of keeping countless separate 'psychic channels' and mindscapes open at any given time, Kharusha was a top tier expert in the field of the mind after all. Energy consumption? Not a problem. Something like this would still be possible for him while fighting in an all out galactic war if he wanted to do it.
'I'm wrap up with my remaining target, you were right Magus, they did come.'
Kharusha glanced towards Magus, who was far off in the midst of a raging maelstrom, fending off colossal, hundred-meter-long vines and lightning bolts as thick as tree trunks. The space around Magus distorted oddly every few moments too, attempting to slow him down. This was the coordinated assault from the three Primordial Spectra he was battling, the lightning based Electro-Forge, the 'Temporal-Spatial Weaver' who could manipulate time and space in a certain area to a degree and the Verdant Warden, which was more or less a vicious, over grown cosmic houseplant.
Brilliant, colorful, magical blasts and shimmering forcefields countered every attack from all directions. Despite the chaos, Magus showed no signs of struggle, effortlessly holding his ground while throwing back arcane attacks of his own.
Magus started spinning rapidly, vibrant green energy poured from one of the orbiting staffs he had just grabbed. Magus transformed into a whirling magical saw, slicing multiple incoming vines into mulch before throwing a space stabilization spell towards the Temporal-Spatial Weaver, all while casually chatting with Kharusha in the new voice channel. 'Ah you already caught one, that was quick, normally you would have played with them more, "Martial Master" Kharusha of the Asura race, or do you just prefer to go by, "Second Prince" these days?'
'Ah, very funny, 'Magus of the Mysteries'.' Kharusha chuckled while lazily moving his head left and right, dodging every stab and sweep of the brilliantly bright, silver light-spear that was being thrust at him countless time every second.
Before Magus could respond, another voice interrupted and joined in the banter.
'You could also go with, 'Kharusha, Love Sick Puppy' haha!' Jet had also started talking trash, he enjoyed getting a rise out of Kharusha even more than he did from taunting the enemies currently being pummeled by him.
'Asshole.' Kharusha grit his teeth in annoyance at Jet, momentarily losing focus and showing a flaw, which the Esprit Avatar of Bravery took advantage of immediately.
A large swath of Kharusha's hair was cut off, and one or two drops of blood had formed from a small scrape on his forehead before healing extremely quickly.
Kharusha scowled and his massive sword disappeared, quickly forming back into his extra arms. He grabbed the spears follow up attack with his bare hand, drawing the Primordial Spectra towards himself before releasing a psychic wave designed to work like a energy disrupter at point blank range, blowing all of its 'defensive satellites' away along with making it lose its physical form.
Without saying anything else, Kharusha captured this annoyance that had made him bleed in the same manner as its friend, storing their cores side by side. He graciously allowed them to chat with one another. Kharusha was a fairly nice guy, as far as the Asura go, especially considering that this Primordial Spectra had managed to land a hit on him.
But he didn't blame the Primordial Spectra for trying to do its job, no, he blamed that huge jerk Jet for distracting him!
Kharusha waved his two captives around in the direction of Jet's battlefield and, with a hint of mockery in his voice, said, 'Wow, still not finished? Your combat speed seems to be the same as your brain... slow.'
As per usual, the Asura was angry with the Oni Pugilist. As a byproduct of getting angry and petty whenever Jet brought up his crush on Lira, Kharusha would usually retaliate somehow; this time he decided to boot Jet out of both the public and private psychic chats, now that he had the last word.
Every super at the Apex Grade or higher had some capability with telepathy due to their brains being highly evolved, but a Pugilist would never be able to come close to competing with a Psychic on their own level.
Now that Kharusha had 'muted' him, Jet realized he couldn't argue with him anymore and frowned. He released dense pugilist energy around him and shot towards to the Primordial Spectra confronting him, known as 'The Great Gravimass General', and punched hard at it while releasing an energy shockwave at the same time, venting his anger.
The Gravimass General, master of gravity, density and mass, which had taken on the golem like appearance of a mini rock giant, shattered into pieces, despite having used its powers to fortify its defense to an outrageous level. Before it was able to re-assemble itself, Jet flashed around it with blinding speed, knocking all the rocky pieces out of the way and then clutched the core in his huge hand, he had kept his transformed state activated after the Primordial Spectra attacked, making him nearly just as big as the golem-like Gravimass General had been, before he pulverized it.
He shrunk back down to a normal size while snatching the core, it was easier to hold onto the egg sized core with regular sized hands.
'Easy, just like Queen Velmara...Ah that's right! Six arms kicked me out of the chat. Too bad, that would have been a good one to piss off Kharusha with.'
Jet shook his head in disappointment that his insult hadn't landed, deciding to repeat it to Kharusha later while releasing more energy and rocketing towards his next opponent.