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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Oct 14, 2014 10:39:23 GMT -5
The fight for Shiny Celebi and Zasham against Naitram will happen here.
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Naitram
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Post by Naitram on Oct 16, 2014 0:32:26 GMT -5
The orders had been given. As his Master Invictus spoke what seemed like a mere threat Naitram listened intently. The cardinals each and every one of them were the voice of Aon on this mortal plane. They spoke with his will. And Master Invictus had decreed that for trespassing on this hallowed ground the Prince and his entourage must die.
The concept suited Naitram just fine, he had been planning on killing the guard anyways. Mentally he prepared himself for what was to come. Before he could take action however Invictus exploded into movement. Firing off a blast that was powerful enough to wipe out half the city he sought the head of the monkey prince and the other golden ape. Quicker than Naitram’s eyes could follow Invictus followed up his blast by grabbing hold of the boy who had sought to intervene on behalf of the saiyan’s, grabbing him and whipping him backwards into the ape guard. The two collided with the boy’s momentum great enough to carry them off into the distance over the city proper; their collision would carry them to an area that was still busy being evacuated and flooded with panicked citizens.
“Follow them; kill them.” his Master’s voice spoke inside his mind, inside his soul. He could have stopped and saluted to let Invictus know he heard and understood but that would waste precious seconds. Instead he raced off eager to follow, eager to obey. The orders could not have been more perfect, a chance at redemption for his failures on New Vegeta.
He could sense the two he would be fighting. The guard had grown stronger since their bout on her adoptive homeworld but that was to be expected, so had he. And her power still didn’t match his own strength. The boy was another matter entirely. Naitram could tell his power exceeded his own even if only slightly. With the two combined he’d have to finish them off quickly or find a way to separate them. He would not lose another fight, he would not fail his Lord a second time.
As he came to a stop he hovered above the two he would be facing as the frightened masses raced below them all seeking refuge from what they knew was to come.
“And so it seems I may not have failed after all.” he said loud enough to be heard by both. “I came back to my home believing I had let Aon down, I had after all failed to do his work. I had failed to kill your monkey prince.” he said undisguised rage evident in his face and tone. “I had failed to kill you. I had failed to wipe your race from the history books as nature intended.” he calmed. “But Aon is wise. I didn’t need to work so hard,” he said a slow sick smiling spreading, “who knew if left alone your sister would kill most of her family for me? Tell me ape, did you come here to run from her, or to run from the fact that you failed to protect the family your sworn to?”
He hadn’t acknowledged the boy at all. He couldn’t, the boy’s energy level was stronger than his own. While he still had to die, for his impudence Naitram wasn’t sure he could beat him in a fair fight. To hell with fair.
“And you,” he said turning his head slightly as if realizing William was there for the first time. “Not a saiyan but still a failure from the sounds of it.” Reaching out with his telekinesis Naitram broke a window from one of the skyscrapers behind the pair hoping the sound of glass shattering was lost in the sound of millions evacuating. Ever so quietly he latched onto one of the broken shards of glass with his mind and brought it closer, behind the pair, behind the boy.
“Your friends, the other ship, they’re dead.” he laughed “They thought they could walk this holy ground without repercussions as well.” he brought the glass blade closer. “I don’t know what twists of fate brought you here.” almost there, “but like them, this planet will be your grave.” on the final word Naitram pulled as hard as he could with his telekinesis hoping to cut the glass shard along the boys neck spilling out his life’s blood. He wouldn’t wait to see what happened however instead firing a quick weak eye beam at the monkey guard. And following quickly behind would throw punch after punch with his elongated arms hoping to subdue her just as quickly to go back and witness the justice the Cardinals would bring upon the rest of the intruders.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 21, 2014 0:57:31 GMT -5
It all happened so fast. It was as if he blinked and missed it all. There was a bang; it was what first captured William’s attention. It came loud and fast, like the crack of thunder, from the nearby rooftop where the ship had landed. His neck snapped to the side, keen on discerning if his allies were harmed. But he found the android Man poised behind what was a moment ago Sebastian’s back, the cardinal in mid dodge-it had been incalculably close, yet the blonde human survived. As if he had some sixth sense of sorts.
Turning his head back what greeted William’s vision was that of an enormous ball of white fire. The power which resonated from it was beyond words which could do it justice. He could only stare and marvel at its immensity. Willie’s mouth felt instantly, unbearably, dry, he was moments away from choking on his tongue. However it seemed Invictus was not about to let that happen; and take away the chance to do it himself. While still holding his breath from the fireball, the Cardinal of War appeared before him instantaneously.
Then Willie felt all knew reasons to fear; the seasoned warrior’s power was even greater than before, now surpassing even Conri or Ninjin’s new levels. Even without advanced sensory abilities the boy knew that much. They were so powerful; he could feel their presence in his bones, a slight humming vibration from the flaring auras. Despite the awe his presence demanded, William marveled at the evolution of Invictus’ armor. Now it was even taller and mightier than before, and now with a celestial glow about him, thanks in no small part to the odd tendril like wings sprouting from his back. Could they possibly hope to defeat someone so mighty? The boy did not have much time to debate it.
No sooner than the shot fired, the giant fireball loosened, and the Cardinal ascended had he appeared before William, grasping him by the throat with one gargantuan gauntlet. Without wasting a second of his own, Willie began striking the fingers of the angelic creature before him. Having zero effect Willie moved onto blasting Maneo straight in the face with a perfectly circular crimson Vanishing Beam, but it washed over him like a warm breeze. Finally he unleashed a sonic scream at the armored behemoth though it too had no effect. What could he do? Even without the weights he would not have done anything. Invictus merely tightened his grip until Willie could no longer speak.
Pulling the boy close to the infinite darkness beneath his helm, Maneo finally spoke. “They are dead, shot from the skies as you all should have been fore you sullied Mor with your sacrilege. As dead as you will be in moments,” an icy chill followed every syllable. Fear inundated him as the sentinel’s grip grew tighter. He gasped for air, expecting the pain and death of asphyxiation, once more forgetting his lack of need to breathe. It was not something he would have much time to ponder over, as no sooner than the words left the facial abyss did William go for a ride.
Reeling back, the giant turned last second as he chucked the boy as if a ragdoll. With impossible speed Willie crashed into Celeh hard, his eyes conveying both that he was sorry and terrified. Thrown by a being of ridiculous power they had more momentum then they could stop, even if William knew how to fly. Zipping through the air above Mori, the angle of the toss and gravity dictated they descent. They plowed through a skyscraper first. Within a man was taking a break from work to stand at water cooler, eagerly filling his cup. However as he stands back up, a gust of wind inexplicably shoots past him, his cup gone and a hole now exist in walls on either side of him.
Exiting the other side of the massive building, William splashed the water in his face, somehow hoping it would bring on the sharpness. The keen battlemind which Vespasian had repeatedly drilled into him. He needed it now, if he was too overcome his overwhelming fear. Next was a residential building, Willie tried to apologize, yelling “I’m sor-“ as he went through the first wall but never quite finishing before colliding with the next. Even amidst their situation he could not help but feel bad for ruining someone’s home. Finally they came out the other side before crashing into the street, though their momentum carried them up and down a few more times, like a rock skipping across water. By the end of it, Willie fanned away the smoke with one hand; sure he had grasped Celeh’s shoulder when they hit to keep her close. There were so many creatures about who wanted them dead.
However looking down as his vision cleared he found his hand to be on the right side of her armor’s chest plate. “Oh holy hell!” he cried as he jumped up to his feet, his hands behind his back and face red with shame instantly. “So sorry! My name’s Willie, I’m a friend of Ninjin’s!” the boy blurted out, as if that would change anything. It was funny though, that even at a time like this, Watson’s manners pervade. “And so it seems I may not have failed after all,” they were interrupted suddenly from just above. Spinning on his heels William looked up to find a namekian in a flowing white cape, boots and tights. It was an odd look, especially for the generally mundane namekian people.
“I came back to my home believing I had let Aon down, I had after all failed to do his work. I had failed to kill your monkey prince. I had failed to kill you. I had failed to wipe your race from the history books as nature intended. But Aon is wise. I didn’t need to work so hard, who knew if left alone your sister would kill most of her family for me? Tell me ape, did you come here to run from her, or to run from the fact that you failed to protect the family you’re sworn to?” the odd namekian stated faithfully, his rage growing with each word. It was readily apparent that the man before them and Ninjin’s female ally had some sort of history. Regardless he would not let him kill her; he still owed the prince one after all and friends always make good on their promises.
Then the namekian switched attention to Willie, “And you, not a saiyan but still a failure from the sounds of it. Your friends, the other ship, they’re dead. They thought they could walk this holy ground without repercussions as well. I don’t know what twists of fate brought you here but like them, this planet will be your grave.” Unbeknownst to the boy, the namekian had smartly taken shattered glass from windows high above, using the panicked civilians all around them and their ungodly noise as cover. Now the glass sprang forward on his final word, just as William stepped forward to reply. It drove right into his back and he let out a cry as he dropped to a knee. Fighting through the pain he opened his eyes to see the creature loosen a volley of attacks on the female saiyan.
He would need to remove his weights to battle the creature successfully, however first he had to remove a sizeable shard of glass from his back. And before that was the safety of the woman. Unable to defend her at the moment he did the only thing he could, turning his face to the namekian he unleashed a hellish wail focused directly at him. Willie remembered the noted sensitivity of the green people’s ears and hoped that the sonic wail would be enough to deter him. Give the girl a chance to recuperate and go on the offensive, perhaps take the fight to him.
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Celeh
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Post by Celeh on Oct 21, 2014 14:16:28 GMT -5
The soldier and the boy had landed, practically one on top of the other from the initial impact of Invictus's assault. The strength of that throw had been monstrous in comparison to the soldier's own strength, and so Celeh was unable to stop it from carrying her almost to the city's edge. There, the Namekian followed. As the two began to recover from their rather intense and unpleasant meeting, Celeh just rolled her eyes at the boy as he acted nervous and concerned about having a hand on her chest armor. "This is a battlefield. Get your mind out of the gutter and get your head in the fight." She said sternly to him. Celeh slowly got to her feet and dusted herself off. She glanced from the boy to the sound of a voice. It was a familiar Namekian. A particular Namekian that Celeh had a score to settle with. His speech was full of foolish accusations and misunderstandings.
"I think I'm beginning to understand why your precious church is so afraid of the Saiyan race. It's because you don't understand the first thing about us. I'm not one to go giving a lesson about that, but let me give you some incite into me as an individual. Do you know why we're about to fight, Namekian Assassin? If you're thinking the obvious, religious zealot reply that we've tainted your air with our very presence, then you're wrong. That's just a secondary reason at best. You and I...our very natures are diametrically opposed. You're an assassin. One who takes life. I'm a soldier. One who protects life." She smirked at the green man in the white outfit and took a breath to give him time to compute all of that. "Regardless of the church, the Saiyan royals, this planet, or any other factor, you and I would fight solely based on those two facts. You're an assassin, and I'm a soldier. You kill and I protect. You might be wondering how a saiyan soldier can be a protector, but let me ask you this as a follow-up. Why do soldiers fight? It's true that I serve the crown, but that's not the same as serving the one who wears the crown. The crown represents an ideal, a state of being for the saiyan people. It represents united peace and sanctuary. That's why so many rallied to the crown when your attack on our home happened. They believe in its ideal and its strength. Soldiers serve the ideal of strength and peace. We fight so that others don't have to. We put our lives in danger so that theirs may be safe. The fact that you believe your god wants Saiyan life eradicated from the galaxy makes no difference to me. The fact that does matter to me is that you threaten all saiyan life in the universe, and it's my job to protect the ones who still believe in the crown...who still believe in me..."
She stepped forward, unaware of what was about to happen to the boy. Celeh had all but ignored the questions of the Namekian. Answering them wouldn't give him a better understanding of the situation anyway. There were still too many things about the death of the former king and queen, and the former Prince, that Celeh didn't know herself. She couldn't expect him to understand her thoughts on the matter if she, herself, didn't fully comprehend them.
As the boy screamed out in pain from the glass shard, Celeh's attention never wavered from the Namekian. He was the only presence nearby that she could feel that might have attacked him, and she knew he was full of tricks and deceptive techniques to begin with. No sooner had the scream broken the dull roar of chaos around them than the assassin began unloading a barrage of extended arm jabs, hooks, and slams that had Celeh reeling backward to try and defend herself. She growled and grunted as blow after blow was stricken against her. She managed to deflect and block about a third of the blows, but the rest were delivered directly to her. If not for her armor, which was already starting to crack from the punishment of the stronger fighter, she'd likely have been badly injured from the assault. She took a solid punch to the jaw and then a jab to the nose. Her eyes watered and her nose began dripping blood. Her lip was bleeding as well and she spat out blood onto the rubble beneath her.
She needed an opening and she needed it now. If his attacks continued like that, she'd have little left to do but go on a suicidal attack. But then that otherworldly wail echoed from the boy's lungs and she waited to see what effect it might have. If it worked as intended, Celeh would begin an attack of her own. She knew Namekians could regenerate limbs, and so she focused most of her attack on his vital areas. Namely his head and neck. She was aching all over, but her adrenaline was high. The soldier tried to wrap her tail around his neck while she kept a barrage of punches, elbows, knees, and kicks raining down upon him. This all hinged on the boy's wail working as intended, though. If it didn't work, Celeh may have just begun a reckless, almost suicidal, assault.
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Naitram
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Post by Naitram on Oct 23, 2014 0:26:20 GMT -5
The boy’s screams of pain were music to the manhunter’s ears as his glass blade failed to slit his throat and instead buried itself in his back. One should always sit back and appreciate the pained shouts of the enemy. Naitram learned what getting cocky and taking them for granted meant on New Vegeta. He hadn’t been humble enough, he hadn’t put his fate in Aon’s hands. And he had been defeated.
So with the young man ‘Willie’s’ cry of agony, Naitram flew into motion charging he guard. His elongated arms and legs landing blow after blow though rarely were they solid hits they were still doing damage. And they brought a smirk to his face. The girl’s words rang true but hollow echoed in his mind as he attacked.
“It’s true, we are in fact polar opposites.” he said thoughtfully as his arms continued to lash out. “You say soldiers fight to protect while I just kill and it’s true. I’ve been grown to be a killer. But I too kill to protect. The difference is I kill for a higher calling, you came here as a matter of revenge, intent on wiping out an entire race of people for no other reason than revenge pure and simple. I didn’t choose the saiyan race to die. You had millenia, eon’s, your race died off on it’s own without any help from me. It was only when you were brought back you became an enemy. You go against the natural order and your race pays the price. But what have our people done to you that justifies their extermina-AHHHH”
His lecture was cut off as a sound assaulted him. It was as if a wall of pain suddenly enveloped his entire head, he instantly let up his attack on the monkey guard and both hands clutched his ears reflexively only to feel something sticky, blood.
Turning towards the source of the sound hatred and rage burning within he saw the boy he had left for dead or incapacitated.
“You!” he shouted his mind still scrambled every heartbeat bringing a new wave of pain to his head. Momentarily forgetting about the guard he turned his back on her and fully faced the source of his pain. The man was struggling with something trying to remove something the namekian couldn’t make out. It was too good an opportunity to miss.
His back still to the saiyan he charged instantly as the man seemed occupied. With two fingers he would extend razor sharp nails coating them in his energy and extend his arm to unnatural lengths hoping to take the man by surprise and to take his eyes from him. It was instinctual to lash out at the source of his pain while he was weakest, while he was struggling with something the namekian didn’t see. But it would leave his back completely exposed for the time being to the girl’s counter. Still while the chance presented itself he would show this boy, this ‘Willie’ true pain for daring to attack him. He would serve his Lord and prove his worth to Invictus all in one.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 24, 2014 12:32:11 GMT -5
"This is a battlefield. Get your mind out of the gutter and get your head in the fight,” the saiyan woman reprimanded the boy. “Yes, of course… My apologies…” Willie had muttered, his shame over the incident, and now his reaction, growing. He was not a warrior, not like her. William was a boy, an unexceptional human thrust into an extraordinary situation. Before being assimilated by the demonic Zasham he had never been in a fight. Well, that’s not entirely true, he had been in many fights. He just never won.
Celeh and Naitram had a spat of words, each attacking the other’s philosophy while defending their own. It was quite different to see saiyans in the light in which the female warrior did. To Willie they had always been brutish people with a thirst for vengeance. But then again, since meeting Ninjin, Conri, and now the prince’s teammate, he was beginning to reconsider his opinions on the saiyan people. It seemed just like any other race that there were bad eggs, but there were also good ones too.
Then the snow white clad namekian went on the offensive and Willie reacted, intent on keeping his fighting partner safe. It was not that he did not think she could handle herself, without ki sensing he had to go on looks alone, and by the look of her she seemed a capable warrior. It was more that he knew saiyans could not regenerate, not like namekians, and nowhere near as fast as majins. And though it was not something he was proud of, he had to begrudgingly admit he was majin now. Even if he appeared, acted and spoke like any other human.
So he would try to keep the assassin’s attention, try to hone in his attacks towards himself, knowing he could take it. Well… Hoping he could. Interrupting Naitram’s rebuttal to the saiyan with a Vice Shout, he immediately spun toward William, his hands coated in blood from covering his ears. It seemed it had worked after all, though it was difficult for Willie to breathe a sigh of relief with a large shard of glass piercing his back.
“You!” the namekian yelled as he readjusted his attack from her to him, even turning his back to the woman. A mistake Willie knew she would capitalize on, and one he knew he had to keep open. When his middle and index finger came shooting at him, as he his arm extended an inhuman distance to strike him, William tried to jump back and avoid it. But he was too slow with the weighted gladiatorial gauntlets and greaves. Naitrams two razor sharp nails, sparking with ki, pierced him just to the right of his left shoulder, shattering his collarbone… Or rather what his body mimicked to be a human collarbone.
“AAHHH!” he screamed, the black finger nails protruding from his back. Indeed his regeneration was powerful, but it did nothing for the harrowing pain. “Let Zasham play… Zasham win…” came the majin’s demonic voice from within, with its hollow promises. “It will be a cold day in hell!” Willie screamed internally; he knew full well what the beast was capable of. Perhaps he could defeat Naitram, but then what of Celeh? Zasham would no sooner defeat him than devour her. It was not a risk William was willing to take. Not to mention, should the demon take possession, Willie did not know if he could wrestle it back from him afterwards.
Dropping to a knee once more, the boy brought his left arm up and grasped the hand which pierced him, clutching it with all his strength. He only hoped it would give Celeh the opportunity she needed to strike. Reaching across with his other hand he gripped the gauntlet on the arm and attempted to pull the weighted clothing free from his body; to no avail. It seemed like it was one with him, irremovable. As if his body had molded to it, making it no easier to remove than a foot or hand. Then Willie knew exactly what it was. “Release the weights, or we’ll both die!” he yelled to the demon within. "Weak boy die, Zasham not… Zasham never die…”
Though his blood was boiling over the internal disagreement, he knew that it was not an option. So he quickly accepted his weakened state, for now, and adjusted his plan. Powering up to his full strength he transitioned the hand with which he attempted to pull the gauntlet free and used it to steady his hold on the namekian. With both arms restricting the limb which still pierced his body, William unleashed another sonic attack at the green assailant. The boy was intent on holding his attention for as long as possible, so that Ninjin’s ally could make the most of a surprise attack.
The pain, however, was still near overwhelming. Even at full power, the weights cut him in half, leaving him struggling. While his power was still comparable, a fact which he hoped though did not know for sure, it was not quite on par. And with a blade like nails sticking out his back, and the shard of glass sticking in his back, he was beginning to feel a darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.
It was becoming readily apparent to him that his body could not heal with the objects still piercing it. However his recovery would have to wait, as he was sure Celeh would take advantage in no time, and only then would he release the assassin’s hand and take a moment to remove the glass.
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Post by Celeh on Oct 26, 2014 18:37:40 GMT -5
Celeh was unaware of the immense internal struggle happening in the boy right now. She only knew that, for whatever reason, this boy was strong, and what normally would have killed most humans...he took and kept conscious. In fact, he didn't look like he was in too bad of shape as far as Celeh was concerned. He was still well enough to struggle against the assassin. Celeh was able to recover fairly quickly from Naitram's onslaught of surprise stretching blows. She leaped forward, a couple of feet off the ground, and did a rapid front roll, flipping two or three times in the air before she got close to the Manhunter and extended one leg outward before jerking it straight downward. The acrobatic flip kick was aimed to drive a heel down into the base of the neck of the Manhunter. With all her might and a little extra force from the rotation of her flips behind it and the aim of the kick being to hit a more vulnerable part of his spine, it's possible that such a kick would stagger the Namekian for several seconds, or longer if she got a clean hit. It was quite possible, too, since his hearing was probably still ringing from that wail and he was focused on the boy.
Celeh felt a bit guilty that she was allowing the boy to fight with her, and that he was basically the distraction right now, but it couldn't be helped. Naitram was stronger than her, although she didn't want to admit it, and she had to accept whatever openings she could. This wasn't a one on one fight for honor or pride. It was war, for the life of either side. Celeh didn't agree with the genocidal purpose of their assault, but she didn't believe that the Manhunter would understand that even if she did explain. But what she did know was that he sorely misjudged her people and her as an individual. He believed this was only about revenge. It's true that revenge held a great deal of weight in their decision to attack, but it was justice, vengeance, that truly drove them. Revenge is an act of passion, Vengeance of justice. It so happened that this was both. "You have NO RIGHT! No right to determine whether or not my species deserves to live! That choice is ours alone! She yelled this out after her flipping heel slam, whether it landed on its intended mark or not.
Should the initial blow land and stagger Naitram as the soldier wanted it to, She would move her leg aside and drop an elbow immediately down toward the same spot on the base of the Namekian's neck. By this point, if he was still standing, she'd try to jerk his legs from beneath him by grabbing at his ankles with her tail to jerk them out from under him. And the final blow of her potentially devastating combo, would be another heel, this one driven down toward his skull while he was on the ground, if it all went according to planned and he reached that point.
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Naitram
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Post by Naitram on Oct 27, 2014 21:59:32 GMT -5
It was with glee the wall of sound that had been assaulting Naitram turned into a wail of pain as his fingers coated in energy pierced through the insolent boys shoulder, striking clean through to the other side. The action brought a grim smile to his face. "Pathetic heathen." he said loud enough for the boy to hear. The smile faded as instead of writing in pain or dying like he was supposed to do instead the pitiful human grabbed hold of his arm refusing to let Naitram retract it and defend himself. But it was no matter, the boy was the clear threat once he was taken car-. The thought was cut off as a new explosion of pain erupted in his neck. The guard's kick had hit home driving him to the ground with enough force to crack the city's pavement below him.
Before he could counter another blow landed on the back of his neck driving him further into the ground creating a namekian shaped indent in the solid earth and leaving Naitram gasping for breathe which he was unable to find. Again before could so much as think a final blow landed on the back of his head stunning him further and creating not just a Naitram sized hole but an impact crater in the ground itself and forcing Naitram to cough up what little air he had left in his lungs along with coughing up a small amount of blood that ran down the front of his face. All while this was going on the saiyan had the nerve to preach to him.
She came to his home planet. The holiest place on this plane of existence. And she had the nerve to preach. To him!
His rage boiled up within him. He still couldn't draw a full breathe but it didn't matter. The girl would die painfully. The church had blessed him with many abilities not the least of which was the ability to turn invisible and intangible. Mid lecture from the ape, the Manhunter would disappear. Pushing himself off the ground he would sprint behind the boy who he had hoped was severely wounded.
With one quick motion Naitram would appear directly behind the stranger hoping to wrap one arm around the child’s body pinning his arms to his side, while wrapping his other arm around the boy’s throat cutting off circulation and air. If it worked it would be a quicker death than the trespasser deserved but he needed him finished off quickly to deal with the guard at a more leisurely pace.
Not wanting to give up the element of surprise only if his surprise attack worked would he respond to the guard’s words as well.
His eyes never leaving the woman he would shout with undisguised hatred in his voice. “How dare you say that. Your race had it’s chance. Your race made its choices. Not once in the saiyan’s miserable existance of war and murder did the church interfere. The saiyan race had it’s chance. And it failed. Your race died off, it was only by violating all laws of God and nature your abomination of a race is back on this plane of existence spitting in the face of our creator.” he would keep his eyes pinned on Celeh while he tried to choke the life out of the boy, firing Manhunter beams at her every time she’d try to approach, not strong enough to kill her but strong enough to push her back and prevent her from helping her ally. “The universe was a better, peaceful place when your race was gone. And Aon willing I will see that happen again!”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 30, 2014 0:15:26 GMT -5
Squinting through the pain which forced him to a knee, William watched as Celeh leapt forward in a daring forward roll resulting in a resounding flip kick. The blow struck the assassin at the base of the skull, immediately shooting him deep into the street below. As she made her move, Willie simultaneously released the namekian’s hand, allowing it to retract. Clutching the wound from where the ki charged nails pierced his shoulder with his right hand, the boy reached back with his left to grasp the sizeable glass shard sitting in the crux of his back. "You have NO RIGHT! No right to determine whether or not my species deserves to live! That choice is ours alone!” the saiyan exclaimed before following up the athletic strike with an elbow drop, using her bukujutsu to work alongside gravity, to come down hard upon her assailant. The motion made the boy smile, as it made him reminisce of the wrestlers he used to watch on TV Monday nights when he was young; back when his family and he still lived on earth. The facial expression was fleeting as grabbing hold of the glass protruding from him made him twinge with pain. He ripped it free like a band aid, smashing it on the ground as he let out a yelp.
Bouncing back up she struck the namekian for an unprecedented third time in a row, this one a heel kick similar to the first, the aim once more being the spine. She fought like bad blood coursed through her veins, and the boy was sure he had missed something. His thoughts quickly shifted as he looked down to see his shoulder healed. There was no trace of injury, though it was hard to see as the boy had three layers of blood soaked clothing atop the healed wound. A similar case resulted in the slit in his back from the glass, quickly closing while the attire concealed.
Naitram coughed up blood as William finally stood, letting out a sigh of relief at his body’s hasty recovery. Then he disappeared in an instant. Willie was amazed by the ability, right up until the green warrior reappeared behind him. As Naitram threw an arm around the boy Watson reacted instinctively, bringing his opposite arm up just as the stretchy hand crossed over both limbs constricting them against his body. The move was a modified rear naked choke, a personal favorite of Vespasian, Alpha Prime’s arena master.
Willie turned the palm against the forearm of the assassin’s other arm as Naitram tightened the hold around the boy’s throat. The move gave him room to breathe, though he was still restricted by the choke. Even though he did not need oxygen, it was a difficult truth to except on a subconscious level. Also he could not afford to somehow lose consciousness; then Zasham would have free reign. “Weakling die, then girl die…” the demon hissed in the back of the recesses of his mind, coaxing him to extremes. It pushed William over the edge.
“How dare you say that. Your race had its chance. Your race made its choices. Not once in the saiyan’s miserable existence of war and murder did the church interfere. The saiyan race had its chance. And it failed. Your race died off, it was only by violating all laws of God and nature your abomination of a race is back on this plane of existence spitting in the face of our creator,” the creature would pause only to unleash superheated beams of ki from his eyes should Celeh attempt to interrupt. “The universe was a better, peaceful place when your race was gone. And Aon willing I will see that happen again!”
He had enough, and could take no more. Adrenaline poured through his system. Using all the strength he could muster against his higher powered opponent, Watson pulled the arm just far enough away from his throat to dig his chin in and force separation. Then, he bit him. But he did not simple bite the namekian, he sunk his teeth deep into the pink muscle of his arm. He was numb to the situation, acting off survival instinct as opposed to prepared thought. It was as the gladiator master had taught him; to live in the moment when you fought. Worrying about anything else would get you killed.
Should Naitram release the boy and pull free he would not go whole as Willie snapped his neck opposite the attacker’s retreat, intent on taking a chunk of the man’s arm with him. As he pulled back Watson would lean forward, bending while pivoting on his right leg. Inspired by the woman’s earlier move, he would bring his left leg up and back as he bent at the hips, intent on creating sweet chin music when the bottom of his foot connected with the namekian’s face. Though he struck accurately, miss or not he would drop to his knees after the move, as he lost his balance.
The rush of events had shell-shocked him as he dug his fingers into the pavement and gripped the very concrete. A shard of glass had pierced him, two razor nails impaled him, and now he had been grappled with the intent of being choked to death. Pure adrenaline surged through him as his mind raced and he breathed heavily through his nostrils. “Mmm… Namek taste good…” Watson’s eyes shot wide open as the demon’s comment made him realize the chunk of namekian flesh and muscle still remained in his mouth. He vehemently spat out the piece of arm, nearly throwing up in the process.
He was no warrior, but he was trying the best he could from the training he had received from Vespasian. Of course he was a novice compared to the saiyan elite, who made good use of every drop of her energy. Hopefully she was able to continue her offensive on the assassin after Watson’s abnormal maneuver, as the boy was exposed for several seconds after his impromptu kick. All he could hear was his heart thumping his ear and all he could taste was the flesh and blood of namekian. Zasham’s sick pleasure only seemed to worsen the shock brought on by the preceding series of events, the boy breathing haggardly as he knelt over the contents of his stomach.
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Post by Celeh on Nov 2, 2014 3:29:54 GMT -5
So that's how it was. Celeh stood in her fighting stance, facing Naitram, as the assassin used his invisibility technique to get the jump on the boy. WHen he rematerialized, she paused and watched him carefully. Her mind was scattered. The church knew not the purpose for the return of the Saiyans either, but they believed them an abomination and a blight on society. It's true that her people had a history of violence without cause, strife without purpose, and struggle without reward. The Saiyans of the past had been a race of 'live by your own strength' cold and ruthless warriors. But the new saiyan people had something greater than that. It wasn't mindless violence anymore. As far as she could remember, they hadn't openly declared war on anyone this time, until the church came along. She could be wrong, though. The soldier's mind was in flux. She took a breath and narrowed her gaze onto the Namekian again. The boy's strength was much greater than she had anticipated, and in his haste it was likely that the Manhunter would underestimate him, too. For now, though, Celeh had things to say. And battle or not, she would speak. "My people have transgressed against many and on grand scales. That much I cannot deny. But those are the old ways. I do not follow such mindless violence. And even now, when our orders were to commit genocide, I protested and tried to convince Ninjin that there must be another way. You attack our home because you disapprove of our existence...say that we should be condemned to extinction because we exist? How are we supposed to respond to that other than to fight with everything we have? Surrender and die? Or fight and have a chance at survival? What outcome did you expect of your attempt at genocide? That a proud warrior race would fold and disappear in the celestial winds? Did your church even consider why the Saiyans came to be after going extinct once before? That's a question I'd like to know the answer of myself. After all, we do have a reputation that many find unsavory, and I've no doubts that someone would not bring back the Saiyan race without a very good reason. Not to mention the efforts it must have taken to achieve the resurrection of a dead species."For a few moments, it was almost like Celeh was having a conversation rather than a fight. She eyed the Namekian intently, searching deeply for answers in her foe. She doubted he would have answers. "The new Saiyan Pride also comes with honor. And mass murdering innocents along with war criminals isn't honorable or worthy of pride. I don't believe in Genocide." It was almost like she stated that last part to herself. She looked at the Namekian, then at the boy, and back to the Namekian. That was all she had to say. Her mouth closed and her eyes narrowed again. The boy took a swift action to try and free himself, but it's hard to say if it would be effective or not. Certainly not unheard of, biting a limb when being restrained, but not common either. Why didn't she attack? Why didn't she try to take advantage of this opening? Her lack of answers held her back. It may cost her her life. SHe knew that. This was war... OOC: This post was inspired somewhat by 12 Stones - Anthem for the Underdog
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Post by Naitram on Nov 4, 2014 22:17:50 GMT -5
The manhunter gritted his teeth over the pain in his back and neck as he got his arms wrapped around the boy. Still the saiyan guard didn't attack. With a quick motion he cut off the air to the boy certain he would soon fall unconscious, from there it would be only a matter of time till Naitram could kill him at his leisure. He never gloated before it was sure, but now that he had the boy in his grasps there was no way out. "Now you die boy." he whispered grimly pressing his face against the man's ear.
He could hear the guard talking in the background of his consciousness, for the moment most of his attention was focused on keeping the boy in his grasp and keeping Celeh at a distance. Instead of slowly passing out however the boy began to squirm eventually forcing Naitram's arm off his throat.
"You speak of new saiyan pride. You speak of how your race isn't a threat to the universe." Naitram said still trying to force his arm to suffocate the life from the man. "Yet here you are ready to commit genocide, wipe out women, children, innocents by your own prince's mouth. On your home world your princess killed her own family, creating whatever justification necessary to take the throne for herself. How has your race evolved? What has changed since your plague was wiped out and brought back to the universe?" he said. The momentary distraction cost him however as the boy's teeth came down firmly on his arm.
There is something instinctual about being bitten, no matter how much training you have the body reacts to something biting you and Naitram let out a primal scream ripping his arm away from the man who seemed to have a taste for Namekian but not before a large chunk of his flesh and muscle were left dripping from the man's jaw. Without thinking he launched a full powered Manhunter beam point blank at the stranger's head. His thoughts of his argument with Celeh momentarily forgotten.
Almost as soon as the blast left his eyes the boy's foot connected with his face making him see Aon's light all around him once again sending a gout of blood from his mouth. Unable to keep his feet after the kick Naitram stumbled and staggered to one knee. Looking around he sought desperately for Celeh certain she would take advantage of his weakness, jump for the kill it was the saiyan way.
But instead she stood off the side staring at him as he rose very very slowly to his feet.
"The new Saiyan Pride also comes with honor. And mass murdering innocents along with war criminals isn't honorable or worthy of pride. I don't believe in Genocide." she said quietly, it was only because of his Namekian hearing he was even able to make out the words. With a quick motion Naitram lifted a hand to his mouth wiping away the blood only to see even more dripping down his arm pooling at his feet. Still he didn't attack, he thought about the girl's last words the man temporarily forgotten in his thoughts. These weren't the saiyan's he'd heard of. This wasn't the blood thirsty race he knew, it was a trick, it had to be. Still...
Naitram spread his arms wide and gestured to the nearly abandoned city and the people fleeing in the distance.
"Look at what your very presence has wrought. Listen to the words of your prince. If you're not here for genocide, then what are you here for girl?" Naitram didn't attack, he had direct orders from Invictus, the voice of his God made mortal, but he needed to know. Once he'd seen through this trick he would kill them all. Kill them all for making him hesitate.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Nov 9, 2014 8:18:45 GMT -5
Knelt over, where he fell from the broken choke hold, William breathed raggedly. There was a pounding in his skull as Zasham’s bloodlust threatened to overwhelm. Then a pair of red eye beams struck the poor boy in the small of his back. Intended for the back of his head, they were thrown off course when he had lost balance and fallen to his knees. They found purchase regardless, striking him hard in the back before exploding immediately. The sheer force drove the boy into the concrete he gripped whilst simultaneously driving him forward, tearing the road apart in the process.
A daze set in, as voices began losing tone and meaning, the words just drifting in and out with indifference. "The new Saiyan Pride also comes with honor. And mass murdering innocents along with war criminals isn't honorable or worthy of pride. I don't believe in Genocide," Celeh stated without budging. Meanwhile, William lie buried in torn up concrete, his body recovering from the off the cuff attack. Consciousness drifted from him as his mind and body tired from the currently overworked healing factor. An evil set upon him, wanting control. Wanting to feast…
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William awoke in a dark and damp cave, which seemed alive. The walls had motion to them like the gentle rise and fall someone’s chest as they breathed. Getting up shakily to his feet he stumbled to his left, grabbing the wall as he came to it for added balance. He was disgusted by the membrane of guck that apparently coated the walls of the mysterious room, whipping his hand back and forth in an attempt to clear it off.
Stepping around a corner he finds several bulbous contraptions. They appeared almost like cocoons of sorts and upon closer inspection, it was revealed that little holes existed on the front of each, protruding from which were the faces of those assimilated by the demon. He recognized the bio-android Iishavoh, and Tycho unmasked face was hard to misplace. The unique mandible was quite frightening as were his reptilian features. A third cocoon, first in line looking left to right, remained empty. Upon seeing this the boy heard a haunting voice behind him.
“That one your home.” Spinning on his heels revealed the speaker to be none other than Zasham, the abhorrent abomination of magic and machine. Willie gulped audibly. “I’ll never let that happen, you monster.” The black and red majin snickered childishly, leaping at the boy as his armed changed to a long, wide blade. Dodging left and right, Watson was nicked on the shoulder but was otherwise able to outmaneuver the wild actions of the demon. Its actions were unrefined, a mad child striking out. It was still but an infant in its developmental cycle.
“Boy will go in home. Then Zasham come out and play; then Zasham feed,” it cooed as a serpent’s tongue glided over his bountiful needle like teeth. Side stepping a slash, he drove a fist into the demon’s face, knocking it back on its ass before taking a step forward to get a nice punt kick into its rubbery face. Vespasian’s training had paid off, physically and mentally. It gave him a modicum of confidence that was otherwise absent in his character, something that pushed him to act when his entire body is frozen with fear. Acting in the midst of battle was becoming less calculated thought as it was trained instinct.
“I will never let you out of this prison,” William stated firmly to Zasham. There was too much at stake now. Too many lives the demon could endanger. Plus, the boy could not afford him becoming any stronger. Who knew what would happen if they assimilated another. And he shuttered at the thought of the majin menace gaining mental acuity. Then he would be a true terror. “Human cannot stop chaos; cannot stop Zasham,” it hissed as it hopped to its feet, its other arm turning into a horrifying serrated whip.
“Watch me,” Watson stated with vigor dipping under the demon’s first attack with the newly weaponized arm. Stepping up he then brought his right leg up to the shorter being’s left temple, roundhouse kicking him with such force as to send him back into the dank walls. Dropping down to its feet, Willie was amazed. No matter what he did, it did not seemed phased; a relentless madness. Closing his eyes as the majin rushed at him, William focused as hard as he could on projecting himself out of their mental battleground.
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The demon’s charging footprints became less and less audible before disappearing altogether, replaced instead by the philosophical back and forth of the saiyan and namekian. Twenty feet behind the smoldering, immobile Willie the twisted namekian through his arms to his sides as he made his reply, "Look at what your very presence has wrought. Listen to the words of your prince. If you're not here for genocide, then what are you here for girl?" The ambiguity of the situation was stifling. Regardless, William pulled himself from the rubble, a distinct fury in his eyes.
Throwing a palm up, he unleashed his max restricted power at the assassin. Zasham’s hold was still enough to inconvenience him with the existence of the immovable weighted clothing, but still not enough to wrench away full contro. A Vanishing Beam would immediately appear, its’ perfectly symmetrical form making it appear as a sphere to the namekian from his straight on perception. In his palms crimson ki then took the form of dual chakrams as the boy sprang forth with all his might, quickly following the beam attack as he would go to strike at the creature.
The densely concentrated rings made for good bludgeoning weapons, and Willie would make good use of that as he would attempt to strike at the white clade zealot. First at his injured arm, hoping the pain will give him another few seconds to hit once more, this time right between the eyes. Should Naitram be able to block his initial blow, the boy would loosen another sonic volley at close range, intent on overwhelming the namekian’s senses before unleashing a flurry of strikes with Hells Gates.
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Post by Celeh on Nov 9, 2014 14:01:40 GMT -5
Celeh turned to look up at the three warriors, two versus one, who were fighting over the fate of the planet and her own race. She watched in silence for a few moments as the Namekian placed blame for this chaos on the Saiyans rather than the logical thing. She turned her head to look at him with an eerily blank expression. "Is that really what you believe? That we're here for no other purpose than to murder and pillage? We wouldn't even be here if not for the church provoking us. You came into our home, attacked our people, gave no quarter for innocents and soldiers alike, and even tried to murder the ones in charge. And what reason did you have to justify your assault? That you were wiping out some abomination? The saiyan people are violent, hot tempered, and strong willed...but we are a race of warriors. The way of the warrior does not have us fighting those far weaker than ourselves because there is no pride or honor in it. And we do not fight for conquest like our predecessors did. We don't have an overlord to serve, either. We fight because it's in our nature, but killing isn't in our nature."
The soldier paused after that, taking a few breaths and letting these words, too, sink in with the Manhunter. She kept her eyes locked on him, unaware of the internal struggle happening between the boy and the chaos he harbored within. "I don't think this war was an accident, or just happenstance. Someone brought my people back for a purpose... Either the church is getting in the way of their plans, or they planned to use the saiyans to expand the reach and power of the church. Whichever it is, I don't know. But regardless of the outcome here...I think it's clear the decision I have to make." Her eyes narrowed on the Namekian as she took another breath and turned to fully face him.
"Win or lose, live or die...after today my service to the Saiyan Military comes to an end. There are too many questions I have that are unanswered, and too many issues that clash with that duty for me to freely go searching for answers myself. If I want to find the truth, I'll have to throw away my bonds. Starting right now, I vow to follow my own path. No one else will rule me anymore." Again she paused to take a breath, but this one was much more slow and pronounce. It was almost like she was clearing herself of all conscious thought. Her eyes were narrowed, but they almost appeared glossy and unfocused as she drew another breath. Her body looked completely relaxed. "What is your name, Namekian?" She looked ready to fight now, and the hesitation in her voice and her body language was gone. But this wasn't about the saiyans and the church, or the killer and the protector. This was about two warriors having what may be their final battle together and individually. "My name is Celeh."
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Post by Naitram on Nov 12, 2014 23:49:34 GMT -5
“You claim to be warriors. Does that mean you believe in survival of the fittest, natural selection? If so then you must realize the reason Aon wishes for your filthy race to be eradicated. The entire Saiyan race had its chance in the past. Through its decisions and choices it brought about its own obliteration, wasting it’s once chance at existing. Now through science you have been resurrected. That is something that cannot be allowed. Perhaps when you meet Aon yourself, and I am sure he will desire to speak with one such as yourself when your life is extinguished, maybe then you will understand. I prey his words are strong enough to get through the thick skulls of your race.” Naitram shaking out his arm as it slowly began to regenerate the chunk of flesh and muscle that he had just lost. The fact Celeh had just announced the ends of her ties to the Saiyan military meant nothing.
“My name? My name does not matter to you, all you need know is I am your…” A blast of energy passing close enough to his face that the Manhunter could feel the heat radiating from it. His answer interrupted he glances over to see the boy he had just blasted in the face rushing back at him. Eyes narrowing at the annoyance, not appreciating being interrupted he shift to face the assault. The first strike came towards his wounded arm, the Namekian fast enough to twist to the side and avoid the blow to the healing arm. In reaction his other arm rises for a strike, intent on driving his fist into the foolish boys head, but the fist never makes it.
The point blank sonic blast had the green man staggering, his ears ringing intensely from the deafening sound. Taking a step back his defense was momentarily shattered as his hyper sensitive ears had him struggle to control his body and senses. For his failings he paid the price, the boys rings brutally striking him. Stuck in the side, in the chest and then in his wounded arm the Namekian grunts in response to the solid rings slamming into his body. Several more blows landed before he was able to gather himself to form any sort of defense. Not able to break up the string of strikes with the boy having such a lead on him he simply drops back.
Collapsing to the ground he falls onto his back, legs tucking up when his weight was no longer behind them. Compressing some in the moment he had when his attackers next strike misses, they then launch forward, both foot aiming to slam hard into the boys stomach in order to launch him away from him. If able to once again rid himself of the annoyance that was the human Naitram would roll back to his feet, expecting the Saiyan warrior to try and take advantage of his slight disorientation.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Nov 18, 2014 0:06:04 GMT -5
Interrupting Celeh mid identity crisis, William rushed the namekian. Having been temporarily unaware of his surroundings during his internal spat with Zasham, he was as unaware of her inner struggle as she of his. How different they were, yet so similar. Trapped in a net of ambiguity and confusion; her trapped between the history of her people and her own future. He stuck between the good in his heart and the malevolence of the demon within. Both only wished to strike out and forge their own destiny.
However his attempt on the assassin seemed for naught, as the target simply side stepped the opening silo. The follow up fizzled out as well, the namekian dodging the strike with ease before attempting his own. Thankfully the boy had seen this coming, knowing full well that while restricted by the weights he was not a match for the seasoned veteran. As he loosened a sonic volley at the green assailant relief struck Willie as it allowed him the upper hand. And he was not going to let it slip away.
Remembering Vespasian’s words, the boy did not think. He acted. With a flurry of swings he struck the menace again and again with the chakrams. The master’s training had been beaten into him, quite literally, to the point that his muscles reacted out sheer need. Outside thoughts evaded him, as the only thought which crossed his mind was the next swing. First was to his side, as it was the easiest target at that particular second. Second was the gut; with him reeling from the ear shattering scream and the blow to the side, Willie aimed to leave the assassin gasping for air. Finally was the originally intended target, the wounded arm, where the boy could cause their attacker the most pain.
It was only a matter of time though before Naitram recovered, between his superior strength and regenerative qualities. And indeed he did, falling back from the apparent human’s voracious assault, out of the swinging rings. Purposely landed on his back, the assailant rolled as he brought his knees in and feet up. Firing out both heels they found purchase in the boy’s gut in a desperate attempt to create some distance.
William felt the feet connect and the push in his stomach. It was sudden and quite painful, the jerk of the soles into his elastic body. His own forward progression only made the impact that much worse, as Watson let out an awkward guttural cry. The agony was momentary, as the blow sent the boy up and away. Whirling through the air, his rings knocked from his hands and now circling above, Willie had no way of stopping himself. He did not know telekinesis, bukujutsu, or any other technique which would help him in the aerial situation.
A few seconds later, the whoosh that was the apparent human entered a building through a rather thick wall on the sixth floor. After piercing the heavy wall he would continue on, colliding with the ceiling. Thankfully the wall had slowed his momentum though, so he simply ricocheted off and back down to the floor. With such speed he bounced back up before finally coming to rest several feet away from where his body had indented the floor.
“Urgh… That hurt like hell…”
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