Nasrad Invasion

[jak]

Jack grimaced as the the count of Saiyans raised to five. As the first Saiyan came in, a knee heading towards his ribs, Jak quickly twisted around, the attack sailing past him, and using the momentum of the turn he attempted a hammer strike with both his fists to the Saiyan's back. Suddenly there was a crunch as a powerful punch connected with his chin, sending him crashing to the ground. The next Saiyan's attack proved pointless but it still connected with Jak's groin, and that just made him mad.

"OK! You are REALLY beginning to PISS ME OFF!"

Jak shouted at the Saiyan's as he fused his body with fire. His flamey aura burning bright, Jak jumped the double strike coming in to his gut, and whilst in mid-air, he did an amazingly powerful windmill kick, aiming his boots for each of the Saiyan's faces. Grimacing, Jak turned to the next one.

"It's your turn punk!"

Charging towards the Sayian, Jak went for a thundering flying kick to the Saiyan's chest, but when he was a mere inch away, he teleported behind the Saiyan, the full momentum of the kick still coiled in Jak's body.

Jak quickly retreated and gathered up his energy, and with a roar of energy a massive wall of fire burnt trough his skin, blasting out towards the group of Saiyan's, thousands of degrees of fire melting almost everything in it's path.

"This'll show you to hit a bloke in his nads..."

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply been a bit busy recently, I will try and keep more up to date from now on ))

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan hid well his surprise at the Saiyans' transformation - even a well trained observer would never have known that it disturbed him. His attack was as confident and relentless as ever. Fortunately, he assumed the new appearance meant a power increase, so he was able to take the hit to his face without too much trouble - sometimes it was a tactical advantage to let the enemy land one rather than lose the momentum of an attack. The kick to his ribs, however, he could not allow. He held his staff out in front of his chest and stopped the incoming kick cold. A large increase in energy grabbed his attention, causing him to flip backwards, holster his staff, and unsheath Rhiannon in a single, fluid motion. By the time the third Saiyan's beam reached Falkan, Rhiannon was there. The powerful sword didn't deflect the beam, it absorbed it. The energy simply swirled into the blade and ended up contained in the weapons reserve for future use. Falkan smirked, twirled the sword, and re-sheathed it before launching a relentless barrage against his new foes.

First off were three seeking beams - a new technique Falkan had developed over the few weeks he had spent alone in the desert. Each of the blasts found a target and locked on to his energy. He was almost certain the Saiyans would find a way to outmaneuver the beams, which was why they weren't the main attack. He flew into a powerful, sweeping kick at the first Saiyan, followed by an onslaught of punches, and a knee aimed for the same enemy's gut. Without waiting for a reaction, the V'alcan whirled and threw an elbow for the second Saiyan's face, then drew a dagger and threw it at the third man's back before backing off and firing more beams.

That should keep them busy long enough...

Now came the real attack. He applied another new technique he had picked up during training and rushed over to the left of the group, leaving an image of himself in a defensive stance. Knowing he had only moments before the image faded, he powered up a massive ki/realm ball and launched it in a wide arc at the Saiyans, then bent all of his energy into realm-bending. A massive chunk of a destroyed building quivered, slowly rose into the air, then tore through the space between it's resting place and three Saiyans in a flash. Hopefully it would slam into the warriors and drop them for just a moment - long enough for the big ol' ball of hurtin' he had launched to catch up.

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Sorry for the HUGE delay guys! I've updated the saga page, all take a look at it, and them post an escape-reply as you see fit.)

Respectively every which Saiyan that was attacked was completely obliterated from the realm of the living; the crimson spray of blood filling the air at random intervals, the ground covered in the lifeless bodies of the fallen innocents and soldiers, death filled the air. The city, landscape wise, was crumbling from the bombardment and punishment from the soldiers and rebels attacks, and now a once beautiful and vibrant city lay almost dead and destroyed, the smell of death floating through the air, and a continuous battle raging on between the last remaining skeletons of the once strong buildings. The power of the rebels being superior on the most part in a sense of power and even skill to an extent but the numbers still hung on the side of the Saiyans and they planned on exploiting this advantage to its full.

This was war, a war in its beginning stages that much was sure, and what was happening within the capital city of Nasrad, no all over Nasrad, was happening also in key points across the globe at the exact same time; strategically perfect. The numbers in the Saiyan ranks, however, continuously doubled as more and more Super Saiyans pilled out from building, down through alleyways and streets and even from the air until there was little to no space in the surrounding area at all; this could meant nothing but one thing for the rebels, defeat. They had tried their best but the over-all numbers of the Saiyan’s was now uncontrollable to the extent it was a suicide mission to attempt to do battle with them, even for the strongest of warriors.

The end, of this battle, was in sight.

[damian]

Kiruna hit the floor on his hands and knees, looking up in dismay at the assembling ranks of Saiyans. He saw Hakuto, the Android, nearby and yelled,
"Hakuto! We cannot defeat these numbers! We must flee, and plan a counter-attack! If you will ally with me, follow my signal. If not... this is farewell."
Kiruna flared up his remaining energy which, admittedly, was very little, and took off. He had already sensed Rizuk's retreat earlier, and decided he would follow him. He would need allies in the coming battles, and Rizuk could be trusted. He knew that much.

Kiruna spared one last glance at the ruined city. He would've stayed. He would've fought on, and on, and on. But he was out of power, and Dragonia may need him again. As much as it pained him, he left this victory to the Saiyans. If it could be called a victory, for in truth, the Saiyans had lost incredible numbers of good warriors.
"But there are always more..." Kiruna muttered to himself as he flew away at break-neck speeds.
"Yes, there are always more." He sighed to himself and his failling aura faltered slightly, almost causing him to drop. He regained it, remembering not to push himself too far for a while. Someone else would have to take the fight...

[Archer]

A figure faded in moments away from a severed Saiyan, a grin playing on his lips at his success. Something Kilix very rarely does. And for good reason, a bulky Saiyan elbow cracking across his chin. The fuzzy warrior soared acorss the battlefield, crashing into a crumbling skyscraper. Straggling up, and shaking the cement dust off himself.

Shooting a clot of crimson blood from his mouth, Kilix winced, a bruise swelling below his eye. He cast his good one skywards, noticing the blotted out sky of Saiyans. He turned to the nearest friendly warrior.
"I suggest a retreat, and fast," he said, deflecting a fist quickly with a split second reaction, "...Definatly." In a sudden blur, Kilix was airbound, heading to the safest place he knew.

KGB, Prepare the Guest Room, he thought, speeding towards the South, We've got company.

[Garoten Reklor]

The Warrior of Reval was just beginning to feel the old familiar joy of battle when six more Saiyans stepped up to replace the three he had dispatched. A smile played at the corners of his frown. Six to one were still favorable odds as far as he was concerned...but the numbers didn't stop there. Three more soldiers were approaching from the right...four from the left...over a dozen closed in from the rear. Now things were starting to look a little bleak. Something caught his eye above - another one of the presumed defenders was on the retreat. Looking around, Falkan realized he was virtually standing alone at this point - and even he had his limits. Energy spiked on all sides as his multiplied foes charged their attacks, each more devastating than the one before. Much as he hated it, it was time for a strategic retreat. The V'alcan cursed his limitations, then blew a shrill whistle and leaped upward. The Saiyan soldiers adjusted their attacks to follow him, but it was too late. Vi'drek had been circling, just out of sight, but ready for his master's signal. By the time the energy left the invaders' hands, Falkan Reval was long gone.

"Okay, Vi'drek - just follow that fellow there." He pointed to Kiruna's fading sillouhette. "We're going to need a little help - if we hope to even have a chance of finding the spheres, we have to save this planet first."

[hakuto]

As the dust clouds around Hakuto cleared it became obvious that no saiyan had survived the devistating counter attack. Hakuto and his clone stood standing in their first transformations, back to back, surveying their destruction. Through a quick scan of the area, they realized that all that had been destroyed was the city itself. The saiyans, although losing numbers at critical rates, were still all over the place. Despite the effort put out by all the warriors on Dragonia, they still grew in numbers. All the dead saiyans were replaced by double the amount of super saiyans. Hakuto could see that the other fighters were reatreating, leaving him almost alone to fight.

Normally, this would be fine. However, the numbers were just to great. It took a combination of ultimate techniques and transformations from his clone just to scratch the army's surface. He certainly couldn't repeat that act over and over again. In the distance he heard a familiar voice, that of the warrior calling himself Kiruna. He called for Hakuto to come along with him and live to fight another day. Unfortunately, Hakuto had no other choice. In a flash of darkness his clone merged with him. As Saiyans began to come from every angle to meet him, he quickly shot away in a blaze of darkness after Kiruna.

[jak]

Jak grimaced as a powerful punch from a Saiyan cracked him in the chin. Quickly retreating, Jak noticed a Saiyan looking at the ground, at one of his dead companions. Walking slowly Jak approached him, the rubble crunching beneath his feet.

"Hey Buddy."

The Saiyan looked up, his face covered in blood.

"Eat this."

With all the power he could muster, Jak sent a knuckle sandwich right into the Saiyan's face, launching him clean into a very solid, very real brick wall.

Hearing the other warriors calls, Jak rocketed off into the air, following Kilix's wake.

[kihaku]

Amazing. Simply amazing is what it was. Dragonia's best warriors had been beaten by this massive invasion of saiyan warriors, despite their obvious advantage in skill and power.

Kihaku knew that his role here was simply a neutral one, and that he really shouldn't interfere. He was supposed to be the one truly neutral thing upon this planet, the singular entity that was neither good nor evil. He was supposed to be something that no one wanted, but these warriors had molested his patience for far too long. These honorable warriors that defended their home had fought valiantly, and it was now time to do what he did best.

Kihaku was ready to cause chaos.

Flicking his right wrist, the Yang talisman flew to his hand. A large orb of negation formed above his closed fist, and using his quick speed and Shade of Black to remain invisible, he ran. He ran as fast as his legs and wind could carry him. Dragging the negation through the ground, there was a small roar as it simply ate away at any contacting terrafirma.

A minute later, he'd completed a circumnavigation of the whole of Nasrad, and was now going to perform the more difficult part of his journey. Reaching his original point, he dashed into the circle, gliding through buildings with his shade of black. He dashed a few more times, finally completing a six pointed star.

He was panting by the time it was completed, but still had one more action to perform. Drawing Nirvana and activating Oblivion, he slammed their blades into the circle at the same time, activating his ultimate move.

[glow=black,2,300]"Seal of the Final Judgement!"[/glow]

Instantly, all of the circle and star lit up with an eerie purple light, shining its rays high into the sky. With a roaring sound like the opening of the gates of Hell, the inside of the circle opened up into a black nothingness, sucking in all of the saiyans fifty feet up and below, swirling them away into the blackness that was the OtherRealm.

As the multitude was judged, there came an ever increasing wail of anger from the spirits within, as each and every one was found guilty of evil acts. They were thrust further into the blackness, never to return from their eternal resting place amongst the other vile and evil residents.

The entire act took less than five minutes, and by the end, the seal had vanished, and the hole was gone. It was now Kihaku's turn to retreat, for he knew that the rest would return with a vengence, and he had little strength left to fight off such enemies.

His deed completed, he locked in on the Liixan's energy signature, and teleported out, completely exhausted, with not even enough strength to pull Nirvana from its sheath.