Guardinia Under Siege: Heaven and Hell Collide!

[zolomon]

He had been walking for about half an hour now, and still nothing. But then, Zolomon heard something. In the distance... and then he smelled it... blood... A scary grin crept onto his face. He still wanted more blood... this hadn’t been enough... Zolomon stopped, turned in the direction of the noise, took a deep breath, and then sped off, disappearing in a dark blur.

The surroundings were whizzing past as he shot towards the point where he smelled it... where he felt it... death... And then he saw the army. It seemed to have no end, with fighters as far as the eye could see. And they were all centered around one point. At first Zolomon didn’t understand what it was, but he realized they were fighting someone powerful when he had to look away from a bright explosion, followed by a hand that flew right past his head. “Interesting...” Zolomon whispered.

He opened his cloak and, with a quick movement of his hand, grasped the Mirror Handle. He inserted the handle into an appropriately sized slot, which looked to be on the end of a longsword’s blade. He drew the weapon and instantly the otherwise glass-like handle lit up in a tone of dark blue, similar to Zolomon’s cloak. With something that could be described as a flash of darkness, the Mirror Handle and plain-looking blade became the famed Longsword of the Night. The handle seemed to be of some dark blue, almost black bone-like material, in a strange design, though it was very comfortable in the hand. On the end of it was a glowing orb, the size of an eyeball, which seemed to be filled with the darkness of night. On the other end of the handle was a long, double-edged blade, colored navy blue with a hint of purple here and there. It was more metallic, reflecting light unlike the handle, but also had the same strange, unsymmetrical design, giving it more of a sinister look. However, that didn’t decrease it’s effectiveness one bit.

Zolomon stood there, several hundred feet away from the army, his breathing growing heavier as his nails and fangs grew longer, ears became pointed and eyes turned black. He first wanted to turn their attention to him with a loud roar, but then looked at the blade in his arm and smirked. He turned sideways, his head turned away from the army, holding the weapon with both arms, gripping it tightly. The blade slowly grew a flaming aura, much like the darkness in the orb on the handle. Zolomon chuckled, then suddenly turned to the group and swung his blade. A wave, the same color of the aura on the Longsword of the Night, emerged, heading straight for the army. But it wasn’t just one swing. Zolomon kept swinging at such a speed, that most humans wouldn’t see anything but an unclear dark form, moving at incredible speed. The result was that there were dozens of Blades of Night headed for the army in close proximity to each other. They were sure to cut up anyone not out of the way. With a shout he launched the last wave, this one not only longer than the usual Blade of Night, it was twice as long as Zolomon himself, moving towards the army at a menacing pace, spinning slowly, its edges leaving a trail in the earth wherever it touched.

“That’ll get their attention...” Zolomon snickered and disappeared, heading for the army himself.

[Ryan - Loki]

Four on my left… spinning his body completely round via his right side came a diagonal slash from both Reavers them slicing clean through all four soldiers, from the first ones neck down to the last ones lower hip. Darn, now three at my right and five behind…I can’t give up. with a sudden side body flip, using the momentum from his previous attack, two of the three at his right side were decapitated, the other dodging and escaping with nothing but a scrape against his right shoulder, before he ducked upon the floor and continued the spin managing to slice clean through all five of the Saiyan soldiers legs, at the knees, before using his bent legs to pounce clean up into the air, several warriors following him in suit. Now in midair Ryan tilted his head downward to sense for any oncoming attacks, he expected at least one and was far from disappointed.

“We’ve got special orders to kill you freak!” a rather plump looking Saiyan screamed out as he came in toward Ryan.
“Yea, special orders not to ruin your face when we chop of your head half-breed!” another nearby warrior exclaimed. “You’re outnumbered our entire army to one, your gunna die!” he continued, coming in with a sturdy right hook toward Ryan’s stomach.
Without a second thought Ryan flung both of his arms upward causing both of his Reavers to go flying up into the air before he turned his attention toward the Saiyan who was attacking him. The punch hit solidly and Ryan quickly grabbed a hold of the Saiyans arm, with both of his hands. Leaning quickly in he spoke. “Maybe so…but so are you.” whispered Ryan before quickly, in one swift motion, letting go of his arms and moving them toward his neck before snapping it; the body falling lifelessly to the concrete below.

Ryan had merely enough time to turn his body to the side before he was suddenly ambushed by two Saiyans, one grabbing his arms from behind to keep him tightly held and the other appeared in front and began to pummel his midsection with his fists. Arrghhh…Déjà Vu, suddenly, after quite the heavy blow, Ryan’s eyesight was caught by a rapidly two falling glints of light reflected in the windows of the building opposite; the Reavers. Leaning forward as much as he could the next time the Saiyan struck his stomach Ryan abruptly lurched his head backward and head butted the Saiyan behind him in the nose, him feeling his nose break against the back of his neck as well as a sudden spray of crimson flying past either side of his head, causing him to stager back slightly holding his nose in great pain. The Saiyan positioned directly in front of him blinked in shock before diving forward for another attack, he couldn’t allow this half-breed to heal and he knew this, Ryan however merely floated still as suddenly those two glints of light finally reached down to their level, piercing vertically through both of the Saiyans skulls. With an emotionless face Ryan quickly lifted up his arms and pulled clean the two blades before allowing him self to freefall back down to the concrete below just as his position became overrun with Saiyan.

It had roughly been a good five minutes since the portal had closed and the others had been taken to safety and fatigue was beginning to take him slightly and as much as he hated to admit it he knew it wouldn’t be long until the sheer numbers of the Saiyan army submerged him in death; it had happened the same way in the great war of his people, ironic that he would meet the same fate many years after. Just then he gained a glimpse of something within his mind of several dark waves of navy blue, almost black, energy; merely a second later as he looked down toward the floor those very waves came slicing directly through the Saiyan army as knifes through warm butter, bit who had caused such destruction? Without thought Ryan glanced off into the distance and for a split second, the split second before he vanished back within the crowd of Saiyan soldiers, he noticed a figure draped in the very shadows. He had no time to worry about such things though as he sound found that he was also in grave danger of being sliced and diced by these many waves of darkness.

Random parts of the soldiers were now flying and falling in almost every direction, as well as the air being filled with what seemed to be a constant spray of blood. Quickly Ryan sheathed his Reavers once more, in fear of them being damaged in some way, and darted to his side, jumping what seemed to be actually in-between a Saiyan that had just been sliced clean down the middle of his entire body; blood covering his partially bare body as he did so. Although fast it seemed that Ryan wasn’t fast enough as suddenly his left shoulder was clipped by one of the oncoming waves, it slicing almost directly through his horizontal shoulder as he span, but almost as soon as this had finished another Saiyan moved in for the attack despite bloody massacre that was occurring around them. Quickly Ryan unsheathed one of his two blades and sliced diagonally through his chest before returning his attention back off in the direction of the strange shadowed figure; he couldn’t afford to be caught in a bombardment of such murderous power again, especially not in his current situation.

[zolomon]

It seemed that the long series of waves had done quite a bit of damage, the dead were probably countable in the hundreds. But, taking in the entire scope of this army, it was but a cup of the water in a pond. This would be a challenge even for Zolomon, but a challenge he would relish in taking.

With a sinister smirk, he increased his already incredible speed and disappeared from sight, appearing in the middle of the clearing that his Blades of Night had created. He stood up straight, slowly turning around, looking at the ones surrounding him. They seemed like pawns, but he could be wrong. They massed around Zolomon, hundreds of hundreds of thousands of them there, though none standing any closer than nine feet.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the fighters asked. Zolomon noticed which, turning around and looking him in the face.

“Me? I am death manifest in physical form...” he said in his classic, theatrical manner, bowing ever s slightly as he said it, “...but you may call me Zolomon. Oh, and send my regards to Lucifer, will you?” At first the fighter looked strange at Zolomon, but in a moment he flew backwards into the ranks, as Zolomon had launched a Blade of Night in the shape of his longsword by just pointing it at him.

The fighters stepped back slightly, an eerie silence all around, which was interrupted by a groan and a shout of pain. It seemed that there was someone else here not with everyone. For a moment nobody moved a muscle, everyone’s eyes darting from side to side, expecting the first move from the other side. There was more commotion on Zolomon’s left side, and it seems a fight started again. More and more of the army began moving to the one fighting, around Zolomon, not coming near, none wanting to die. He hissed through his teeth at their cowardice, then opened his mouth wide, a terrible roar coming from his throat, scaring his opponents considerably. In a flash Zolomon was in the army, slashing his way through them.

A slash, two dead, he deflected a kick from the left with ease, and returned with a Blade of Night, that killed another six or seven. A jab into the gut of one in front of him, as slash to his right, and a hit with his left elbow and a strike with his claws. Though maybe a bit stronger than the pathetic wimps he had met before, these weren’t much more formidable as opponents.

However the problem wasn’t their skill, but their numbers. Zolomon kept hacking and slashing through them but they just kept coming and coming. Zolomon suddenly shot into the air, flying straight up for as long as his jump carried. A number of the fighters followed, but soon regretted their choice, as they were taken apart by Zolomon’s Blades of Night. However, things weren’t perfect for the vampire either, as the glow of darkness in the sphere on the bottom of the hilt went out. ”Damn... done already...” Zolomon cursed and sheathed the blade. However he didn’t let go of the hilt, instead turning it after the blade was sheathed, until it clicked and came off, turning back to it’s original shape and color.

He quickly put his hand and the Mirror Handle behind his back, and there was another click. Taking his arm out from behind his back, the Mirror Handle now had the blade of a miniature Halberd on the appropriate end. Suddenly it turned brown, glowing and fluxing in brown and black, a loud howl filling the air. The mock halberd grew, until it was about Zolomon’s height, and by no means a ‘mock’ halberd. On the end of a long, leathery handle was a black blade, dome similar to the Longsword of the Night, in the sense of being of a tarnished material that didn’t reflect light. It also had a piece of Lycan fur hanging on the other end of the blade, right next to two fangs of a vampire.

Zolomon raised the Halberd of the Damned over his head as he neared the ground, his enemies scattering, but not nearly fast enough. Zolomon came down on the ground with a powerful blow to the earth, that sent out a shockwave all around him, tossing fighters to all sides mercilessly. Zolomon instantly stood up and with one swift movement sliced an enemy in two with his halberd. He quickly swing the weapon around him, making the army step back, creating a radius around himself, where no opponents stood. Zolomon then straightened up, parting his legs only slightly, taking the halberd very near to the blade, holding both hands open and wide, head bowed, as if inviting his foes to attack.

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It seemed like a trap to them, and the opponent seemed to be formidable... but wasn’t he just plain cocky? He probably was... that’s what the Saiya-jin thought, though none of them dared attack anyway.

There was more killing behind this man, it seemed that the one they had been after was still alive, but they needed to deal with this insolent fool first... One of the warriors took a step, and almost instantly fell on the ground, dead.

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Zolomon heard one of them take a step, and instantly threw his arms up, the halberd sliding through his palm until he gripped it at the very and of the hilt, then bringing it down into the skull of the fool who moved. But someone behind him attacked, thinking Zolomon was off guard – a big mistake. He quickly threw his arm back down, letting his grip on the hilt go, the end of it hitting the attacker’s skull, cracking it, if not killing him. Though a long and difficult weapon, Zolomon wielded his halberd with as much precision and speed as fighting with a sword.

The opponents were getting more confident in their numbers, hoping to get lucky, and began closing in. Dealing lightning-quick slashes to the one and the other side, the bodies of the attackers were piling up around him, Zolomon’s eyes still closed. Suddenly there was something Zolomon didn’t expect. Someone with much greater speed and strength than the others burst at him, delivering a quite powerful punch to Zolomon’s jaw, sending him flying through the fighters backwards. Zolomon opened his eyes to see someone much like all the others, but with golden hair and green eyes growing more distant as Zolomon was carried back by the power of the punch.

Anger flared up inside him, his eyes pulsing for just a moment as Zolomon hissed through his clenched teeth and skidded to a stop on his feet. He didn’t even turn to look at the opponents around him, killing three with a swing to his left and for with one to his right. His eyes were fixed on the golden-haired fighter. With a violent swing of the blade the seven dead fighters and some more back where he had first landed suddenly stood up, seemingly healed. After a strange moment of confusion they began attacking their allies and Zolomon smirked, waiting for this gold-haired fighter’s move. Zolomon's damned, which the Halberd had raised from the dead would keep the pawns busy and let Zolomon get back at this one. He stepped back and suddenly Zolomon’s back met with that of someone else and he spun around, putting his blade to the throat of whoever it was.

But what surprised him most was who it was. Someone that clearly didn’t fit in all this group, as he had done the same, one of his two swords at Zolomon’s throat, a fire in his eyes. Zolomon instantly saw something different about this man, something that made him stand out, something that had Zolomon wondering of his chances in fighting him. ”Who are you?” Zolomon asked, then noticed the golden-haired fighter approaching from behind, about to deliver another punch.

Zolomon just sighed, not even moving his body, only his left arm, and stopped the attacker’s punch effortlessly, his anger fueling Zolomon’s power to a whole new level. Until now it had been just playing. Zolomon sank his nails into the arm of his foolish opponent, calling for a scream of pain from him. Zolomon grabbed the man’s arm bone and ripped it out, breaking the arm with a jagged, sharp end. ”Don’t fuck with me,” he said and stuck the arm into the brain of the screaming fool, though still not moving a muscle besides his left arm. His eyes were fixed on this man... this unusual man who emanated a strange power and presence Zolomon had felt a rival to only once – from his father. It seemed the gods had sent him here for a reason...

[Ryan - Loki]

Within seconds the uncontrollable chaos that couldn’t seem to get anymore horrific seemingly did. Ryan barely had time to glance down at his own body but he somehow managed to do so. It was covered in the crimson blood of the many soldiers that his Reavers had sliced through on this very day, to such an extent that because of the adrenaline rushing through his very body Ryan quickly gained a foreboding feeling that this blood could possibly be that of his and that he hadn’t had time to noticed the pain as of yet but it was impossible to tell either way; for now at least.
His breathing had steadily become heavier and heavier as the seconds ticked past, fatigue taking its tiresome effect upon him bit by bit, but he wouldn’t give up, he couldn’t, not until there wasn’t enough energy within his muscles to even keep him upright; thus the way of the samurai.

With a sudden downward thrust, followed by a backwards swing, of both Reavers Ryan could feel the friction against his wrists of them slicing through another few soldiers when something alien to the situation reached his eardrums; someone else standing against the Saiyans. Zolomon?… Ryan thought quickly, that had been the name that he had heard the stranger call himself.
Many questions quickly ran through Ryan’s train of thought at that exact second, mostly surrounding the sudden appearance of this unknown rebel; had it been this Zolomon who had fired of that deadly barrage of attacks just minutes before? Did he walk the path of good and justice or was killing the Saiyan’s the worse of two evils, or even did he enjoy ending life’s? Was he in immediate danger? Was he an immediate danger? What was his connection to Lucifer? Did that mean he had some connection to Loki? At any rate there was not enough time to process any of these thoughts properly, or even to move to find the many possible answers to them.

Lost in thought somewhat Ryan had almost completely ignored the immediate danger that surrounded him as suddenly an unexpected jolt pulled his body, by his right arm, to staggering to the right. Instantly the Reaver that he was holding within his right palm came flying out from within his grasps; his head and eyes following it as it did so. Without a moments hesitation Ryan’s vision immediately fell down to his wrist, which he noticed had a ki whip wrapped tightly around it, before following along the ki whip, his eyes falling upon a bulky Saiyan soldier. With one strong jerk of his arm the Saiyan came flying off of his feet off toward Ryan, who them took a single step to his right and charged forward with his left fist clenched and outstretched; connection was made. The Saiyan went flying in the other direction, his whip having come loose from around Ryan’s wrist beforehand, knocking over many a Saiyan in the process.

Without wasting a mere second of his time, which he couldn’t afford to waste, Ryan continued to charge forward, dodging and weaving the countless attempts at his life by the many soldiers surrounding him, before leaping high into the air, up and over the many foes that now stood below him. At his vantage point above them he truly began to understand the sheer advantage that the Saiyan’s had in numbers over Dragonia, Dragonia may have more in numbers in the sense that it was a planet but the average Dragonian wasn’t a warrior built for fighting such destructive natures such as the Saiyans; it was hopeless when thought about via logic. Dipping his body slightly forward in the air Ryan began to make his decent, headfirst and his body like a missile, before delving within the masses below. As his body came down toward the floor Ryan brought it into a ball and quickly rolled, grabbing his lost Reaver which he was rolling past in the process.

Jumping up onto his feet once again it was then that Ryan felt it, that presence that was responsible for that murderous barrage of attacks earlier; it was directly behind him, as their backs seemingly touched. Instantly Ryan span around and held his Reavers out in front of him, pointed either side of the strangers neck just in case of danger. “Who goes there?” Ryan instantly asked, at the exact same time that the stranger asked apparently the same question. Without taking his eyes off of Ryan the stranger extended his left arm out behind him, at an oncoming Super Saiyan soldier, and ripped the Saiyan’s arm off before ramming it through his own head. Ryan had seen terrible horrors in his time but he had met very few who fought in such a senseless and murderous manor.

Instantly Ryan gathered that this man had to be the one known as Zolomon, there was no other logical explanation. “I am Samurai, you need not know more.” Ryan retorted. He could feel the evil beaming off from this Zolomon. Ryan now had reached a most terrible and ill-timed predicament; he was now faced with an evil that fell dangerously close to that of Loki’s as well as the sheer numbers of the Saiyan army. His chances of living through this ordeal were slimming with each second it seemed. If the God’s were testing him he feared that this was a test he could not pass.

[zolomon]

”I am Samurai, you need not know more,” the guy replied. Something about his tone, or maybe it was his appearance or something else Zolomon couldn’t quite understand, only feel... whatever it was it annoyed him. He kept his eyes locked with the stranger, obviously named ‘Samurai’. With a swing of his claws he ended the life of another attacking character. It seemed these guys were necessary purely for their numbers, as neither their individual power nor their intellect were something to boast about. Then again, it WAS Zolomon they were compared to, so there wasn’t much competition for anyone.

It seems his Damned were being overrun, and he would need more mobility quite soon. He needed to make a quick decision on what to do: keep his blade at the potential danger standing before him or take it through the immediate danger surrounding him. ”Ah, fuck it...” he cursed and with a swing of his halberd killed another idiot attacking him from the right, taking the blade away from the Samurai’s throat. Zolomon quickly stepped back and knocked both blades of the Samurai to the side with his halberd, then quickly pointing its sharp tip between his eyes. ”Put those things near me again and I’ll kill you,” he said, giving the man a thorough look, ignoring the danger amassing around him. ”And my name is Zolomon. Remember it well, and you might save your life...” he said in his artistic, theatrical way. It probably seemed like acting to anyone else, but it was just he way Zolomon was.

He turned his back to the man, possibly a foolish and daring move, but nevertheless Zolomon would waste the bastard if he tried anything. With a swing the blade of the halberd ripped through six fighters, guts, blood and gore taking to the sky, then dropping to the ground with a disgusting splash. Zolomon began hacking through the numbers again, keeping an eye on that guy.

Suddenly he noticed a white, shining sphere heading straight for him at a rather large speed. Not sure what it was, Zolomon decided it was best to slash it with his halberd, but when he did, it exploded upon touch, blinding him for a second. ”What the f...” but his words were cut short, as a series of the exact same light spheres exploded upon contact with him and the ground around him, enveloping Zolomon in a large, white explosion. The fighters smirked at their powerful attack, but their smiles turned to scowls when they felt Zolomon’s claws ripping through their chest or head. Grabbing his halberd, which he had tossed upwards just before dashing out of sight, he turned around to face the man that had thrown that strange attack at him first.

Zolomon stood there for a second, staring him in the eyes with his eerie, black eyes. The man began trembling with fear, an effect Zolomon noted he often had on people. ”Get away from me!” he screamed and turned to run, but Zolomon was in front of him already. With a devastating punch Zolomon killed the guy, cracking open his head and getting blood and brain on his fist.

”Bitch...” he swore, shaking the gore off his hand, when all of a sudden another fighter with golden hair and a pulsing golden aura grabbed Zolomon from behind, holding him in a bear-hug.

Zolomon smirked and grabbed him by the hair, breaking the guy’s arm while raising his arm backwards. His grip had no effect on the vampire whatsoever. He pulled the pathetic guy forwards, bringing his neck a bit further than his shoulder, a red glow suddenly appearing in his eyes as they widened. Zolomon’s teeth sank in to the character’s neck and he let out a scream of mixed pain and horror. His hair became black and changed shape and they guy fell limp. Licking his lips Zolomon turned to those who were supposed to hit him a moment ago, smiling in a way so sinister only he knew how. ”What the hell are you? You’re obviously not human, your strength surpasses theirs by far... why do you fight when outclassed in every way possible?”

[Ryan - Loki]

Still both men continued to look on at each other with their own personal blades pointed off in the direction of the stranger to them, neither of them giving the other one a chance to attack and end their life prematurely. While engaged with each other it was lucky, for Ryan it seemed as both Reavers were not pointed either side of the strangers neck, that the thousands of Saiyan soldiers were now merely surrounding the both of them instead of attacking all at once and ending everything; it seemed they somewhat feared them for their slight advantage in power over their numbers. If Ryan believed in luck this would have been one of those times.

While looking toward him the stranger still somehow managed to slice clean through an oncoming attacking soldier with the claws at the end of his fingers, fingernails seemingly sharpened; he was highly skilled in killing, that much was sure. Just then another Saiyan foolishly moved in for an attack on the stranger, from his right. Ryan somewhat found himself wanting to shout out and warn the soldier not to be a fool and that death was almost certain if he did so but he then remembered the situation he was in, and decided against it. Deciding that defending himself against the soldiers attack was more important than Ryan the stranger quickly stepped backwards from between the two Reavers, spun around and completely sliced through the oncoming solider, blood spraying all over his comrades.

No matter how much killing he witnessed or was the course of Ryan would never get completely used to it. Finishing his spin the stranger spun his own blade into that of the Reavers, forcing them away from the position they had been in, and moved to place his own at Ryan’s throat, the point of it that is. Quickly moving his arms, as the Samurai were specifically trained to do, Ryan flipped his wrists causing the blades to quickly return into roughly the same position as they had been in before, only placing the flat sides of the blades directly in front of his own neck, in-between that of the Strangers blade.
The stranger then spoke, a threat if Ryan ever did hear one, but this didn’t faze Ryan and continued to listen as the stranger then clarified what he already suspected; his name was in fact Zolomon. Leaning forward into the flat side of his own blade Ryan made whispering distance with Zolomon. “Fear not…I NEVER forget a face.” Ryan muttered to him, in the most threatening tone that’s possible in a whisper, before pushing his arms forward and forcing the mans blade away from his throat.

Away from Ryan Zolomon quickly went on the attack, Ryan noticing him slice through six consecutive soldiers with one clean swipe of his blade as he turned his back on him once again; Ryan would reply on his feelings to make sure this Zolomon didn’t stab him in the back while he fought. Flipping his blades within his palms once more Ryan lunged forward stabbing them through the nearest attacking soldiers neck, both blades nearly causing the Saiyan’s head to be decapitated from his very body, before pulling them lose once more and moving off forward, barging another soldier off balance with his left shoulder as he did so.



“Y-Y-Your insane!” shouted one of the soldiers as he on-looked at the death of his comrade, by the drinking of his blood through his neck.
“Don’t falter Saiyan’s!” one huge soldier screamed out, looking at the rest of them from his tall position due to his abnormally tall height. “Even the devil can be killed! You’re Saiyan’s! The mightiest race in the galaxy! Lets show him the true strength of the Saiyan race! Let’s show him how Super we can get!” he screamed. But almost the second he had finished speaking the entire army, seemingly, suddenly screamed out in a rage as a white light so blinding filled the entire area.



Ryan heard the sudden screaming of one of the soldiers as he kicked a limp body off from upon his blades, turning around he then saw the huge looking Saiyan screaming words of encouragement to his troops. Ryan didn’t pay too much attention to the actual words that were being said, more the situation and how much the encouraging words were working on the soldiers, until, of course, he heard that one word that would change everything; Super . They were transforming into Super Saiyan’s, the entire lot of them. Ryan quickly looked around at the Saiyan’s directly surrounding him; they had all listened it seemed. “Oh no…” he muttered to himself as he quickly bent down, into a ball almost, and shielded his eyes from the light he knew was about to explode.

[zolomon]

”Y-Y-You’re insane!” one of the fighter’s comrades screamed. It seemed Zolomon was intimidating them, which only lead to him feeling better about himself. He tilted his head to one side and the other, getting ready to do more slaughtering, when all of a sudden one of the warriors, a couple of heads taller than the others, began talking some pointless bullshit about their power and not giving up, things Zolomon had heard many times before when fighting masses. However, the one thing that did set this time apart as what the man called them.

”Saiyans... huh?” Zolomon said with mild interest, though not really showing it at all. But then something happened that he really didn't expect. With a loud shout of several hundred of these Saiyans in unison, a yellow light so bright it seemed white filled the area, blinding Zolomon for a while. ”What th...” but his words were cut short when a fist with a hell of a lot of power made contact with Zolomon’s face, sending him flying through the air. He hadn’t expected such a power. Though his eyes were blinded, his hearing was sharp as ever, and he heard the attack coming for him from his side. He spun around in the air, but was suddenly met in the gut with a knee, knocking the wind out of him. The speed was a whole lot more than anything these guys had shown earlier. A sudden blow from below sent him soaring upwards, teeth and fists clenched with fury. Such a sudden increase in power was unfortunate for Zolomon, but he wasn’t scared... just pissed as hell.

He turned himself upright, shaking his head as sight slowly returned, just in time to see two Saiyans speeding at him. Only these seemed to be the more powerful type, with golden hair. Now they also had a pulsing yellow aura about them, like golden flames consuming their entire body. When his sight returned fully, he noticed that all the Saiyans almost as far as he could see were also transformed, looking now like a sea of golden fire. But he hadn’t time for sightseeing, so he looked back to the two Saiyans approaching at an alarming speed. Though not really powerless in the air, Zolomon was definitely at a disadvantage here, especially against foes that could fly. Almost in an instant Zolomon had switched the halberd to his Longsword of the Night. It had generated enough power for a single wave. Zolomon swung the blade with all his strength and a long, dark wave was released and sent spinning downwards at the pursuers. But suddenly they disappeared, and the next thing Zolomon knew was that he took a mighty punch to the ribs. ’What the fuck is going on? Were they holding back all the time? Were they toying with me? ...Bastards... I’ll teach THEM!!’

Zolomon noticed a punch heading for him from the left, which he caught with a smirk, but then received a powerful blow from behind. The two Saiyans began releasing a long series of fast and powerful hits, dealing some serious damage. One of the Saiyans disappeared from Zolomon’s side, appearing above him, both fists clutched together, raised over his head, while the other moved back a bit. The Saiyan had planned to make Zolomon crash into the ground, but when he tried to strike, Zolomon unexpectedly spun around and sliced off both his arms from the elbows down. The other Saiyan gasped as Zolomon impaled the armless one on his blade, an evil smirk on his face.

He quickly grabbed the other Saiyan by the head and held himself on the Saiyan’s level with only one hand, the other pointing the tip of his blade at him. ”Where did you get this power? How? Zolomon asked, curious, but as a reply the Saiyan punched him twice in the face. Though the blows were strong and nearly forced Zolomon to let go, he was too mad and ran the sword through the Saiyan’s head, then thrusting downwards, cutting straight through him and letting the body fall, spilling blood as it fell. With nothing to hold on to, Zolomon also began to fall, his speed steadily increasing as he neared the ground. The fight had just become a whole lot more difficult, and he needed to act accordingly. He sheathed the longsword and inserted the handle into the scythe blade.

The Scythe of Hellfire was his beloved and most trusted weapon, and he was now slowly spinning it over his head, ready to wreak havoc in the lines of the enemy. Even though there weren’t any lines... But suddenly one of the Saiyans, Zolomon noted it was the unusually tall one that had given the “speech” earlier, stepped forward and everyone else stepped back. Zolomon didn’t quite understand what he was doing until the Saiyan threw his arms up, his palms coupled together, but open. ”Witness the power of the Super Saiyan!!” he shouted and the aura around him grew and began pulsing more violently, as a sphere of energy appeared in-between his palms, growing with every moment until it was about the size of the Saiyan himself. With a shout the sphere erupted into a beam, heading straight for Zolomon.

”You have no idea who you’re dealing with...” Zolomon hissed, raising the scythe over his head. The blade lit on fire, leaving a red trail in the sky as Zolomon fell, and soon the flames spread all over the weapon, though obviously not hurting Zolomon at all. But he knew that the flames wouldn’t be enough, so Zolomon used a power he had wished not to utilize this soon. His body gained a black glow of sorts, his aura of darkness spreading, though not too much. Zolomon wasn’t going full power, not to mention transforming, just adding a bit to the scythe, and the black aura of his body mixed with the flames, now leaving a really long trace in the air, of a black, flaming matter. Just as he was about to meet the beam, Zolomon swung the blade and it cut through the intense energy, leaving Zolomon unscathed. He went straight through the power sent at him, hitting the ground with a thud, gasps sounding from all the Saiyans around him. Only several seconds after Zolomon had reached the ground and stood up did the beam end, the Saiyan who launched it standing unmoving, only trembling slightly, an expression of terror on his face. Suddenly blood gushed from his forehead, and a red line appeared, a straight line parting his body in exact half. The Saiyan fell apart and Zolomon snickered. ”...and fuck your power...”

”You bastard!” one of the Saiyans shouted, but did nothing just yet.

”You realize that just now? Quite slow, aren’t you?” Zolomon replied, though his tone showed no humor. One of the Saiyans attacked and Zolomon ducked, delivering a blow from below, throwing the Saiyan up. Zolomon jumped up after him, ready to deal death with a quick swing of his scythe, but, much to his surprise, the Saiyan caught it and pulled. It might have been surprising, but not a good move. Zolomon smirked and sent a wave of his dark energy through it and the Saiyan lost his grip, almost losing conscious. The negative power in Zolomon’s Black Matter aura was most unbearable for most any mortal. Zolomon swung the scythe and sent the Saiyan flying into his comrades.

All of a sudden he was attacked from all sides at once, receiving a bone-crushing blow from... well... everyone around. ”How do you like that, you freak?” someone yelled and they prepared for another attack.

”Not bad... element of surprise... a lot of power behind it...” Zolomon said, because he really was feeling the attacks, ”...but you won’t do it twice...” he said, readying his scythe, but looking kind of dazed, staring at the ground, slowly swaying, looking quite unusual.

”Keh... you sure about that? You’re in for a rude awakening...” another Saiyan shouted, mistaking Zolomon’s look for an effect after their united attack. The Saiyans charged Zolomon again, this time over a dozen of them attacking from above, too. When they were a little more than two feet away Zolomon lost his dazed look, focusing on the foes around him and gripping the Scythe of Hellfire, which seemed to shine in response. Zolomon executed an almost instant 360 degree swing all around him, but it seemed the Saiyans were indeed formidable foes, as none of them were hurt. Even more, those above him were still moving at him, and those that had jumped back instantly restarted their course at the vampire. But slashing them dead hadn’t been Zolomon’s plan in the first place, as none of the Saiyans noticed the thin red circle around Zolomon, which seemed like a crack in the door, through which light was barely shining through, a red, fiery light. Zolomon raised his scythe above his head just as he came into the Saiyans’ reach, and suddenly a huge spinning pillar of flames erupted from the ground, right where the circle had been drawn, engulfing all the Saiyans around him in fire so hot it would completely disintegrate most anything that came too close, being higher than the temperature of the sun’s core.

Screams filled the air and were instantly silenced by the flames coming from the depths of hell. The pillar was growing wider by the second and the Saiyans fled for their lives, most were uninjured, but some had been too close and were now missing a limb or too. Some of these couldn’t manage to get away and fell on the ground, screaming as the flames engulfed them. This they had not expected. However, after a short while the pillar stopped growing wider and soon disappeared, leaving a large circle of heavily burned earth. In the middle of it stood Zolomon, still holding the scythe over his head, still looking strong, but his breathing had become heavier.

Despite his ever-present unwillingness to admit weakness, he was getting tired. These... Super Saiyans were no pushovers... even a single one could cause trouble for him... and there were thousands. He began considering using the Scythe’s ultimate power, as there were little other options left. Suddenly one of the Saiyans attacked, dashing towards Zolomon and attempting a punch. Zolomon moved out of the way in the last moment, hitting him in the gut with the blunt end of the scythe, then delivering the killer hit from above, but the Saiyan rolled out of the way and grabbed the handle’s other end, trying to take away Zolomon’s biggest advantage over the Saiyans – a cutting weapon. He only smirked and the scythe was lit ablaze and the Saiyan let go, crying in pain. Zolomon ran the blade through his stomach, killing him. Suddenly an energy sphere whizzed past his head, then two more, which Zolomon evaded. In a moment Zolomon found himself being bombarded with Ki blasts, evading and cutting them with the empowered scythe. This was becoming very troublesome...

The blasts almost engulfed him in a white explosion, much larger than the previous one, but Zolomon shot upwards, the hot energy on his toes, but soon it fell behind. As he rose higher and higher Zolomon heard someone heading for him from behind. He spun around just in time to receive a full-force tackle by two Saiyans, taking him higher and higher into the air. However it seems they were after the scythe and not Zolomon himself, as they each took a hold of it. But they didn’t quite understand how Zolomon didn’t want to part with it...

The Saiyan on Zolomon’s right caught his punch, and caught his kick to the abdomen, too, only the wrong way, and was sent hurdling backwards. Zolomon turned to the other Saiyan, but received a kick to the face and was himself sent flying towards the ground, the Saiyan claiming the scythe as his own. Zolomon hit the ground hard, but on his feet, bending much in his knees. Those that caught a glimpse of him while he was still saw his fangs longer, his eyes gaining a tone of red and his cloak just slightly resembling wings, but it was probably just how it turned up. Like a bullet Zolomon jumped for the Saiyan with his scythe, delivering a devastating punch to his gut before he even understood what happened. Zolomon had had enough and was now going at full power without transforming. No more jerking around. He tried to take the scythe back, but the Saiyan blasted it away with his Ki, flinging it far into the distance, so that at least Zolomon wouldn’t get it. ”Fool!” Zolomon cursed, his tone and voice much more angry than usual, breaking his ever-present calm and collected manner. The Saiyan somehow managed to catch Zolomon’s punch, but the vampire only grimaced and killed him by running his arm through the Saiyan’s chest.

He slowly neared the ground, seemingly slower than usual by falling, even though he wasn’t flying. He landed in the exact same spot where he had released the pillar of flames from. He now stood there, looking calm again, except that how low his head was and the way his eyes were told of his true anger, and the Saiyans felt it. ’Come on... show me your power...’ Zolomon thought, waiting for them to make a move. He was ready.

[Ryan - Loki]

In an instant a blinding light of golden-white energy exploded from within each and every Saiyan, in unison, that was present within the city it seemed and Ryan being lucky to have known this was about to happen, being half Saiyan himself, had been able to cover his eyes from the initial blinding blast of light; he then stood to his feet. The entire floor of the city, well as far as Ryan could see at any rate, was alight with the golden flames of the soldier’s auras, something Ryan had seen and used himself many times within his lifetime; a beautiful sight, despite what this meant in terms of battle.



In terms of battle this meant that the situation, which was already balancing on a near impossible level of survival if he stayed, had just been pushed over the edge; certain death was all that remained if Ryan continued to fight. It was ok though, Ryan did not far death in the least, as the way of the Samurai stopped him from fleeing this scene of violence and death. A Samurai cannot stand the shame of a defeat in battle, it is as if their very honour is tainted and destroyed in front of them, and to save their honour and keep it intact they take their own life, if their life is not taken in that very battle. Ryan had known all this when he pushed Loki through the portal, sealing it in the process. He intended to die this battle if he could not claim victory, either by his sword of the enemies fist.



Glancing over the city floor that had now seemingly become their battlefield Ryan noticed that a few of the Soldiers had taken the advantage of blinding Zolomon with their auras and gone on the attack against the disadvantaged man, this was a dishonourable act in Ryan’s mind and deserved nothing but retribution in retaliation. Already finding himself in a standing position Ryan almost immediately, after Zolomon being sent flying backwards through the air by a punch, dived forward to slice down Zolomon dishonourable attacker, not because he wished to defend his mysteriously evil comrade but more because he deemed such a dishonourable attack cowardice, but came into difficulty while progressing forward; difficulty in the shape of a gargantuan fist.

Instantaneously the force of the fist, as it made pressure against that of Ryan’s right cheek, caused his feet to lift up off the floor and his body to hit the concreted floor a few meters behind where he had been standing upon contact; it had been a punch followed with great force to say the least, indeed nothing less than that of a powered up Super Saiyan. Rapidly Ryan shock his head as well as re-positioning his jaw, which felt as if it had been partially dislocated, as best he could manage as he flipped his body back up to his feet. Oddly enough Ryan noticed that he still had a firm grip on both the hilts of his Reavers, a blessing that would now become a sin.

Ryan, as he landed back upon his feet, looked off in the direction of where he had been heading and immediately saw he soldier that had been the cause of the pain rushing from his jaw. He was shaking his right fist quire hastily, as if trying to shake away the pain that Ryan’s jaw had caused his fist. Well at least that hurt him too. Ryan thought to himself quickly, but at that exact second the soldier clenched his fist once more and began to charge toward Ryan with intent of causing him more pain; it was as clear as day within his eyes. Taking his time somewhat, with his movements, Ryan flipped the Reaver within his right hand over, so as the blade was pointing downward toward the floor instead of toward the heavens above, and lunged forward as he propelled it through the air toward the advancing foe.
The sword flew through he air with little resistance, or friction from the air, before cleaning penetrating directly through the soldiers chest and out through his back, the sheer force of the throw being enough to send him backward off of his feet and crashing down against the hard floor behind him. Without hesitation Ryan spun his body around 180-degrees and clasped his remaining blade with both palms as he sliced diagonally downward, from the left to right, against a foe who had attempted to attack from behind before returning the blade back the way it had come, across the soldiers already sliced-open body, and breaking into a run in the opposite direction. Bending down by the barely life filled body of the soldier with the blade protruding out from within his chest, as he ran, only to wrench clean the blade before continuing onward into the midst of the enemy.

It was only at this point that he had a chance to evaluate the situation that Zolomon had himself in prior to Ryan being attacked, but that involved finding him amongst the sea of golden flames; not an easy task by all means. Suddenly, however, a mountainous pillar of noticeably burning hot flames erupted out from among the army roughly two hundred meters away from Ryan’s position. Instantly screams of anguish filled the air, noises of the utmost horrors that would fill only the most horrific nightmares and send a kill down even the most heartless of people. By no means was Ryan in any immediate danger, despite the pillars over-all size gaining with each second, and it was very clear that this was the work of Zolomon; such murderous power, a lack care for all life that surrounded him. “At least he is alive.” Ryan reminded himself. Despite not liking Zolomon’s attitude, so far, towards anything and knowing that if the situation had been different then the two of them would have most certainly been in conflict rather than helping each other the fact remained that Zolomon was one of the only things keeping Ryan alive right now, and visa versa; and that took precedence.

The screams continued onward for quite some time as the on-growing size of the pillar caused the majority of the soldiers within the area to begin to flee, fearing for their lives rather than focusing on the two rebels for the moment. It was an odd sight to watch the enemy flee from all around you rather than attacking, or that was at least the image that was filling Ryan’s eyes with each second, not that it was not a welcomed sight as it gave him time, if only a few sacred moments, to recompose himself somewhat. It was then that the pillar began to fade from sight leaving only a large space within the middle of the street, which had been more than partially destroyed due to the ongoing battle, in which Zolomon stood centre of, the ground below his feet black and burnt. The soldiers stopped fleeing, sensing the danger had gone, and once again focused their attention upon the two rebels once more, Zolomon and Ryan.

Fatigue had began to take its effects upon Ryan long before this point and as talented as he was at hiding this fact it was beginning to show quite evidently through heavy breathing, quite a few injuries that he had sustained during the battle had still not healed as they should have done, and his stance was slightly slouched rather than vertical; he honestly couldn’t keep this up much longer, even transforming right now was out of the question as he feared he wouldn’t be able to sustain the amount of energy needed long enough to do anything worth the consumption. He wished to curse and frown at these foes of his but feared in wasting the energy it would take to do either, every little bit of energy would be needed.

Not stopping to think Ryan bent down and pounced as high and far forward as he could manage, without wasting any energy in flying, before landing on the ledge of a small window on a nearby building, or what was left of it, on roughly the fourth floor; he now had an advantage, if only slight, the advantage of the high ground. Quickly surveying the area Ryan noticed several hundreds of the Soldiers notice where he was, as if he had attempted to hide away from them or something along those lines; this however was not the case. Quickly gather a small yet concentrated amount of energy within his right, and left arm, Ryan forced the energy out from within his palms and into solid form, that of a longbow in his right palm and several arrows in his left. He had to move fast, as there were already several foes diving up through the air toward him, but Ryan quickly placed an arrow upon the bow, which he was holding sideways on, and released it out toward the nearest threat, before continuing this again and again on others.
Being in their transformed state the arrows didn’t rip directly through their targets upon contact but instead buried deep within their skin, having no trouble at all breaking through any sort of armour that the soldiers nay have been wearing. In all truth Ryan had aimed to strike each target within a major organ for an almost instant death but in going with speed he lost accuracy in the process, the arrows missing their designated point of impact but never missing the target. Upon impact the energy from within the arrows dispersed through each targets body causing them to fall uncontrollably back toward the floor, the energy overloading their natural body functions. A few less people he had to worry about.

This continued on for a while, Ryan shooting down every threat that came toward him, and despite the plan working consistently it drained a large amount of energy with each shot, as well as a high amount oh energy to sustain the bow. Quickly grabbing three more arrows Ryan lined them up along the bow and fired them off, all three piercing deep within three oncoming soldiers, all lined up next to each other as they moved through the air; their now limp bodies quickly falling off toward the ground. Holding his bow firmly within his right palm Ryan finally fell onto his right knee, the strain in keeping that up for so long having taken effect finally, but lucky enough the soldiers assault toward him had ceased, the reason why unknown. Looking down toward them all the sheer realisation of what they were doing hit like a tone of bricks, but it was too late.

A huge explosion suddenly erupted out from underneath Ryan’s feet; more accurately against the building bellow his feet, as the building instantly began to crumble all around him. No matter how it was looked upon this spelt out terrible pain, and Ryan couldn’t afford to go through something that severe right now considering the state he was in, so quickly dispersing the energy that formed the bow and the arrows back inside his body Ryan used it to teleport himself to somewhere safe and as spacious as possible under the circumstances, and there was only one place that he could see that fitted that profile.

Appearing as if from thin-air Ryan looked on at his surroundings quickly before un-sheathing a single blade, his Reavers having been already sheathed, his stance slouched quite considerably, his hair damp and clogged together from sweat, and his breathing heavy. He had appeared in the area that Zolomon had decimated with his towering pillar of inferno, his back less than a mere meter away from that of Zolomon’s own, as the thousands of Saiyan’s slowly made their way in toward them both. Things were now looking bleak, with only a few short seconds to rest before the enemy attacked once more, and despite hiding it Ryan could see that Zolomon was beginning to suffer from fatigue also, although obviously not quite as much as Ryan was.
Slowly the enemy moved in toward them, the circle that they had created around them getting smaller and smaller by the second and the amount of hope that the two of them had for victory paralleling along with it, and with one final scream of, “Attack!” the walls came crumbling down and the water poured in toward them.

[zolomon]

‘Finally, they’re making a move...’ Zolomon thought with a smirk, but all of a sudden the Saiyan that had taken a step forward froze. The vampire noticed something behind him and swung around, his claws heading straight for who or whatever it was, but stopped several inches short of the Samurai’s head. ”What the hell are you doing here?” Zolomon swore, but it was more of a curse than a question. He hissed through his teeth, slowly shifting his attention back to the Saiyans. ”Just stay out of my...” but his sentence wouldn’t be finished, as he only then noticed the Saiyan bulleting straight at him, fist drawn back, only a couple of feet away.

Zolomon ducked sideways, evading the blow, and returned a punch of his own, hitting the Saiyan square in the jaw, knocking him sideways. But obviously it hadn’t been enough and momentarily Zolomon received his return punch, knocking the vampire off his feet. Zolomon swore in his mind, but quickly rose back to his feet, slugging the Saiyan in the face, the impact carrying him back to the others. But he had didn’t even manage to take in his breath when two Saiyans appeared on both sides of him. He deflected the punch from his left and caught the punch from his right, but received an elbow-thrust from the Saiyan from before, who had already returned. Then the two others delivered a kick in unison to Zolomon’s face, sending him flying backwards.

Zolomon heard a loud ringing in his head. The punch had been more than a bit powerful. The vampire only regained some sense of direction when he hit someone and fell on the ground. ”Ugh... fucker...” Zolomon swore, getting up on his arms and knees, his head still low. ”These bastards are strong...” he said, more to himself than actually telling someone. There was nobody to tell, in fact. Zolomon opened his, though still not raising his head, and only then realized it was the Samurai. ”...Whatever...”

Meanwhile the Saiyans were getting cocky. The first one who attacked was standing straight, his arms crossed and eyes slightly closed. ”Keh...” Suddenly Zolomon’s eyes shot in his direction, but the Saiyan wasn’t even looking at him, as the vampire was still on his knees. ”That’ll teach you to underestimate the...” as he spoke he slowly opened his eyes and then his heart nearly stopped.

Zolomon’s palm was almost on his face, and the others were still looking to where he had been a split second before. ”WHAT!?!?” Zolomon yelled at him, grabbing his head with one hand, then smashing it into the now coal-like pavement as he shot forward, dragging the Saiyan’s face, leaving a long mark behind him. The Saiyan’s hair turned black again, and Zolomon picked him up by it. The Saiyan’s face was all cut up and black, small pieces of stone sticking into his skin on all of his face. He spat in the Saiyan’s face and dropped him on the ground, turning back to the other two.

”You asshole! You’re going to die!” one of the two Saiyans who attacked and are still standing shouted. Of there was something Zolomon had to commend, it was their fighting spirit. Their power was also formidable, but Zolomon didn’t yet feel the pressure to go all out or resolve to using his claws.

”Then quit whining and KILL ME!” Zolomon shouted back spreading his arms, waiting for them to attack.

”Don’t mess with us, creep!” the other Saiyan yelled and both of them disappeared in unison. Zolomon smirked and suddenly threw a kick to his left, knocking one of the Saiyans out of his run and making him visible again. Speed of this level Zolomon could handle... But then he was hit on the back of his head from behind. Zolomon spun around, but was instantly hit in the face by the Saiyan he had knocked over a while before. The two of them took their fighting stances, while Zolomon just hissed at them.

For a moment neither of them moved, staring each other down, then Zolomon moved his leg a bit and the two Saiyans disappeared again. But Zolomon could see... first came a punch from his left, which he blocked with his left arm, then the other Saiyan attempted to deliver a roundhouse kick to Zolomon’s head, but he ducked and swept the Saiyan’s other leg, bringing him down to the ground, but before Zolomon could deliver a blow, the other Saiyan tackled him dragging the vampire along the heavily burnt ground. Zolomon kicked him in the gut with his knee and threw him off, but before he got up, the other Saiyan already attempted a kick towards his head, out of the way of which Zolomon had to roll sideways. He barely managed to get to his feet when he was met by a long flurry of punches and kicks from both Saiyans together. It seemed like they had the upper hand, but suddenly Zolomon somehow slipped in-between them, like a shadow, and, before they even noticed his movement, hit both of them in their backs hard, sending them tumbling forward. Zolomon turned around and snickered at the two fighters, only making them angrier. Not even saying a thing the two Saiyans tackled the vampire together again, but disappeared just before contact, but Zolomon once more saw through their speed, hitting the Saiyan to his right with his elbow, crushing his nose, then kicking the other on the side of his head, knocking him onto the ground. Slowly but steadily Zolomon was increasing his own power, leaving less and less chance for his opponents.

The one whose nose Zolomon had broken staggered backwards, his eyes teary and vision blurred. He didn’t notice Zolomon walk up to him silently, didn’t see his fist drawn back and didn’t foresee the blow to his head Zolomon delivered. Then there was another hit, this time to the Saiyan’s gut. He bent over, clutching his stomach, understanding that he could fight no more. Zolomon took him in a headlock, putting his right arm around his head, the forearm of his left below it, and with a small, quick motion broke the Saiyan’s neck. His hair turned brown and the Saiyan fell on the pavement, dead. Thunder echoed in the distance, it would rain soon.

”BASTARD!! DIE!!!” the other Saiyan shouted, uncovered from the unexpectedly lasting shock of Zolomon’s kick, now his aura flaming around him, ready to crush the vampire with the punch he was about to deliver.

Zolomon only looked at him, with something people who don’t know him would call sympathy, when in truth it was boredom, and met the Saiyan’s punch with his own. The two fists meeting created a loud thud and a small wind. For a split second nobody understood what happened, but then the Saiyan screamed as blood gushed from his right arm, the bones in it broken and sticking out after the incredible impact. ”You should drink more milk...” Zolomon said, even though his voice was still cool and emotionless, and delivered a roundhouse kick to the back of the Saiyan’s head. Blood spilled from his nose and the Saiyan died because the kick’s power had ended his brain’s functioning. Zolomon looked at his body, smiling just slightly, then threw a punch to his left, without even looking in the direction, knocking a Saiyan off his feet. ”Sneaky bastards...” he said, then deflecting the kick of another Saiyan. The two had tried to attack him, thinking he was off guard for a moment. Both attempted another attack, both of which Zolomon deflected, but then was suddenly tackled by a Saiyan he hadn’t noticed, and both of them rolled down the pavement at a high speed, until Zolomon stood up, holding the Saiyan by the throat at the end of his stretched arm. Much to his surprise, it was a woman. ’Bitch, you want to die, too?” he said, then punched her in the face. Then again, and again, and again, her face growing marks with each punch.

”STOP IT!!” one of the Saiyans that had attacked shouted, dashing towards Zolomon. The vampire just snickered and threw his foot up just when the Saiyan came within reach, kicking him on the chin so hard the guy flew backwards, flipping. Zolomon looked back at the woman on the end of his arm, and grinned wryly, bringing his other arm back for the last hit, but something grabbed him right below the elbow.

”Have you no honor? Hitting a woman!” the Saiyan said, holding Zolomon’s upper arm tightly.

”I would suggest you let go...” Zolomon said calmly, though underlying his tone and words was a vicious drive to kill.

”Yeah, like that’s going to happen...” the Saiyan spat back. He would not allow such disgraceful behavior to take place if he could do anything about it.

The Zolomon did something unexpected, he smiled. ”Very well... In that case I will perform a very special play for you... It’s called...” Zolomon said with a strange tone in his voice, then suddenly his arm flipped downwards, and the vampire took a good hold of the Saiyan’s crotch, ”...the Nutcracker...” he said with an evil glee in his voice, then clenched his fist, crushing the Saiyan’s manhood. ”My apologies to your woman.” The sickening crunch made all the males cringe in pain as if it happened to them, and Zolomon’s target fell on the ground in such pain he couldn’t even cry out, just tears streaming down his face as he shook uncontrollably, slipping out of his Super Saiyan state.

Zolomon turned back to the woman, an evil grin on his face. The punch was lightning-fast, sending the bone of her nose into her brain, killing her instantly. However this time those who paid enough attention noticed how Zolomon’s arm flared black for a split second, including the execution of the punch. That’s how Zolomon was dealing these impossibly powerful blows, by fueling the hit with some of his Black Matter energy. He turned to the last Saiyan standing, whose arms were shaking with fury, his aura around him flaring violently. ”Sezam... Kalla... I couldn’t protect you... But... I will avenge you...”

”Quit bitching about life, just come and die!” Zolomon called to the Saiyan, impatient to shed more blood.

”SHUT UP!!” he screamed back. ”I’LL KILL YOU!!!” the Saiyan yelled and burst at Zolomon, a killer flame in his eyes. Zolomon just grinned as he deflected the first blow, but then the smile from his face faded, as he felt the hit cracking a bone in his arm.

’Such power... from where...?’ Zolomon thought, just as he received a blow to the side of his head, creating a cut above his right eye and knocking him over thirty feet away. The Saiyan instantly flew upwards and began gathering energy in his open palm in the shape of a ball, which was pointed at Zolomon. He released the small sphere, which exploded when it hit the ground, creating a brilliant white dome of fire, forcing most of the Saiyans to flee so as not to get caught in it.

The Saiyan smiled, sighing, then suddenly felt two palms grip his head and squeeze. ”You missed me...” Zolomon said and snickered. Suddenly both his palms lit up with his Dark Matter energy and it slowly crept onto the head of the Saiyan, who began writhing and screaming, but couldn’t manage a punch or any strong movement. ”You see it, don’t you? You feel it... It’s overwhelming you... do you now see who you’re up against? Do you now see what you got yourself into?” Zolomon almost whispered. With a terrible shriek the Saiyan’s life ended, as his system couldn’t manage the overload of evil Zolomon’s Dark Matter energy brought in. The vampire slowly drifted towards the ground, as only vampires knew how, looking at his opponents, who were all too terrified to move. He walked up to the Saiyan who was still writhing in pain after what Zolomon did to his manhood. He smiled at the poor man, then stomped on his head, and with a turning motion of his foot ended his life also.

This... monster had already killed five Super Saiyans single-handedly. Even three at once were no match for this... inhuman creature. Zolomon was enjoying every moment of it. There was an eerie silence, as everyone was too scared to do anything. Finally Zolomon had enough waiting. ”Well, COME ON!” he shouted at them, and the Saiyans seemingly snapped out of a trance. It seemed like he had pissed them off quite a bit... which meant this would be interesting.

Suddenly, like the rupture of a dam, all the Saiyans attacked Zolomon at once, falling on him like a title wave falls onto a lone tree on the beach. Right away Zolomon understood that without utilizing his claws, fighting would be suicidal, especially since his vampiric healing was gone. The Saiyans were all around him, almost blocking out any light. Zolomon ducked, a kick going straight over his head, dashed left, parried several blows, deflected some others. But being defensive wouldn’t last him long, much less win him this fight. Zolomon sidestepped right, evading a punch, and delivering his own, only instead of punching the Saiyan he ran his fingers through his chest. Zolomon had a distinct advantage – he could deliver single killer blows. If he had to fight with just his fists, he might as well be dead already.

There were punches and kicks from all sides, Zolomon owed thanks to his vampire heritage, giving him the otherwise impossible reflexes he had, but despite the fact he still received some blows, as it was nigh-impossible to follow them all. A step back, a slash to the left, duck, stab to the left, stab to the right... Zolomon was slowly getting into the rhythm, becoming more accustomed to this fighting and getting hit less and less. But then, suddenly, he felt a crushing blow to his chest and was blown away by the impact, flying through a dozen Saiyans before hitting the ground. For a moment Zolomon couldn’t breathe, his lugs seemingly pressed shut and wouldn’t let him breathe out or in. But he managed a cough and blood spilled from his mouth. The Saiyans ganged up around him, grinning, cracking their knuckles. The monster was down... he was bleeding... They were about to beat up on him, when a voice stopped them. ”Don’t touch him! The freak is mine...” a Saiyan from behind everyone spoke.

The other Saiyans parted way and Zolomon saw a tall, rugged Saiyan wearing the clothing he remembered martial artists on his world wearing, and orange gi, but with a blue cloak around his shoulders. He clearly wasn’t one of the pack. ”Wait... Lord Zechariah... you think it wise to fight him on your own? He is a formidable foe...”

”Silence!” this Lord Zechariah shouted. ”I am the leader of the 4th battalion... I give the orders, I make the decisions... If I want to fight the freak on my own... I will do so...” He walked up to Zolomon, who was still having trouble breathing and looked down on him, snickering. He kicked the vampire in the side, rolling him over onto his back, then stomped on his chest, squeezing. It seems he was just playing. Zolomon’s hair was on his face and he couldn’t see Zolomon’s eyes, then, all of a sudden, they opened and he felt something like freezing hands gripping his heart.

Instantly Zolomon’s body lit up in a black aura, his Dark Matter energy, and something like a ghoulish wind was blowing from it. Zolomon grabbed Zechariah’s leg, then threw him off, flinging him straight into the Saiyan army, knocking over a dozen off their feet. Zechariah opened his eyes and saw Zolomon rising to his feet, standing up wasn’t quite the right term, and the manner in which he did it sent a shiver down his spine. But he quickly shook it off and stood up. Zolomon’s head was bowed, his body unmoving, yet invoking such tension on everyone around it was hard for them to breathe. ”What rights... do you have... to look down on ME?” he spoke slowly, even quietly, but nobody missed a word. Zolomon’s head rose up, revealing his black, slightly red eyes to everyone, making them think twice about coming close.

Zechariah stepped forward spitting at Zolomon’s feet. ”Who the fuck do you think you are? I am Lord Zechariah, I have no equals!” With a shout his aura exploded, breaking up the pavement around him, bits of debris, pebbles and large chunks of stone flying into the air and spiraling around him as his power grew.

”There’s always someone superior to you... it’s called life...” Zolomon almost whispered, then clenched both his fists, his Dark Matter aura spreading and growing larger, then suddenly the earth beneath him began breaking up... The energy of these two fighters combined was causing an earthquake, and most Saiyans took the sky, because the ground became unstable and was being turned up by the force these two were evoking. The buildings began collapsing and crumbling like dominoes and soon there was nothing but rubble in the nearest vicinity. Zechariah snickered, Zolomon grinned and both disappeared from sight.

[Ryan - Loki]

The Saiyan’s charged in toward the two of them without a seconds hesitation despite the fact that the two of them alone had wiped out a considerable amount of their forces in this area, although in the larger scale of things that probably hadn’t even made the slightest of dents. It seemed that no matter how much effort either one of them put into their actions, even ones as homicidal as Zolomon’s, the soldiers continued to come as if nothing had happened; their mission may have been something that Ryan greatly disagreed with but there was one thing that he couldn’t fault them on, they were very brave.

Feeling a sudden blow of wind brush past the back of his head Ryan continued to look forward, never taking his eyes off of the threat that was directly in front of him, as he knew that only Zolomon stood directly behind him. Zolomon spoke, his words full of hate, but Ryan ignored them and simply broke off away from him, charging forward toward the oncoming soldiers; screaming as he did so. The gap between enemies closed tremendously quickly and soon they collided, Ryan barging into the nearest one with his left shoulder and using the momentum to spin his body around to his left, the soldier continuing forward; water breaking upon rocks.

Immediately Ryan felt the Reaver slice against the bodies of possibly two soldiers that were attempting to charge past him, them having been in the wrong position at the wrong time, and bringing up the Reaver level with his face once more he spun his body into a series of complete three hundred and sixty degree spins, attempting to clear a space around him.
Having already done this a few times within this one battle a few of the enemy had seen this somewhat coming, their foe being a sword wielder, and had jumped backward away from him somewhat; of course there were a few that hadn’t seen their foe do such a thing previously and paid in injuries or even death.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion while he spun, as odd as it sounds. The blurred images of the enemy pouring past him, bodies crumpling and falling in all directions underneath the force of the spin blade, the crimson spray of blood slicing through the air. Suddenly coming to a halt Ryan staggered slightly, his balance being off somewhat due to dizziness, as his foot partially stepped on the lifeless chest of a fallen soldier. Looking down his eyes widened as the world around slowly spun. The smell of death that reeked within the air was nauseating and the feeling of knowing he had taken so many life’s this day, despite being in defence of his life and home, was a weight upon his shoulders that wasn’t helping the matter.

Shaking his head quickly everything seemed to return back to its normal speed, although he was still fairly light-headed due to all the spinning he had done in such a short time. Turning his head to the left Ryan noticed a particular soldier, one that was charging directly toward him. Flipping around the blade within his palm Ryan stepped forward and launched it forward through the air, almost losing his balance and falling forward as he did so. The blade went soaring through the air at an extraordinary speed, although quite a considerable amount slower than earlier, and sliced directly through the foes chest, and continued going as if it had hit nothing.



The soldier had closed his eyes as his fate was about to unfold and his life about to end. Oddly enough his life had not flashed before his eyes and he didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel either, hell he didn’t even feel pain; it was then that he opened his eyes again. He was alive. Quickly looking down at his chest he noticed that there was no blade sticking out from within him. “His tired!” he proclaimed, smirking. “Time to finish this half-breed freak off!”



Confusion suddenly swept over Ryan while he attempted to recover from his dizziness, but it was then while he looked on at his foe that he realised what had happened; he was seeing tipple vision. The blade, as it passed directly past the left of its intended target, began to lose altitude rapidly before stabbing through another soldier’s ankles. Shaking his head once more the triple vision melded into double vision and then just as quickly returned into singular vision. Thank the Elder Gods, Ryan thought. It was by this time however that the soldier that he had been out to end the life of had announced to all whom were in ears reach that Ryan was no in fact tiring. As true as this statement was it was clear that Ryan didn’t wish for it to be announced in such a manor, this would spell nothing but trouble.

It seemed safe to say that now everyone within earshot knew of Ryan’s constantly strengthening fatigue that the amount of effort needed to continue to survive within this battle was about to jump tenfold, and Ryan knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up. Briefly Ryan shot a glance down toward his sheathed Reaver. This was a battle he entered knowing that he could not win and he knew as well as any other person on the planet that had studied the way of his people, the Samurai, that they cannot stand the shame of a defeat and will die to keep their honour, upon the blade of their enemy or their own.

While staring down at his blade many thoughts began running through his mind, mainly thoughts of failure. Ryan Jiaoimasu, prince, last surviving member of the great Samurai clan of Dragonia, and messenger to the Elder God’s had failed in protecting the planet from evils intensions. Gareeku, Crystalina, Dimitri, Gi, Jin…Shin… All of the people he had come to care for, all of the people who had been so kind to him although not knowing him very well, he ha let all of those people down and now they would either be forced into slavery under the control of the Saiyan’s or they would be killed; he deserved to die.

Ryan quickly unsheathed his remaining Reaver and held it up in front of his body, blade pointing inward. “I’m sorry…everyone” he muttered.
[Glow=teal,2,300] “All is not lost yet…son.” [/glow]
A voice rang out within Ryan’s head but even in his present state Ryan knew exactly who the voice had belonged too, his father; Katsumoto. Without even replying or arguing Ryan knew that his father’s words of wisdom were correct, without a single thought of doubt. This battle was far from finished and if he was to die it was to be by the blade of his sword, and considering none of these Saiyan’s in fact wielded a sword he wouldn’t be dieing today.

Instantly Ryan came alive, well as alive as possible under the circumstances. He spun his sword around in his palm and flung it off toward the now advancing Saiyan who had allowed all around to know of Ryan’s fatigue. Without wasting any time Ryan charged forward, following the blade through the air, as it quickly wedged itself within the chest of the soldier. Ryan then jumped up into the air, feet first, and dropkicked the blades handle causing it to push through the soldier’s chest and out through his back. For s split second the soldier and Ryan made complete eye contact, Ryan being able to literally see the soul of the brave soldier being drained by the Reaver before there was nothing left and eye contact was broken.

The fall seemed to take forever, Ryan falling from the chest height of the Soldier down to the floor below. The floor moving closer and closer with each second that dragged past but eventually Ryan’s own body slammed down against the floor, him landing on his hands and chest, before attempting to push himself up onto his feet. It was only then that Ryan truly felt the strain that he had forced upon his body during this battle, only then that he truly felt the injuries he had sustained, only then that he truly felt how tired he really was; it was beyond what he had believed.

Perhaps it was because of this sudden notice of absolute fatigue that Ryan took slightly longer to get up, taking a deep breath to regain some of that lost strength. Suddenly a crushing force came slamming directly against his ribs on the right side of his chest, a force so powerful that it caused Ryan to come flying off of the floor and up into the air sending him crashing into several other soldier’s that were moving about him. The pain was immense as he quite literally heard his already fragile ribs breaking once more, the pain doubling as Ryan’s body came crashing down upon the floor only to have the side of his head smash against the street curb. A bright flash of light engulfed his sight as well as the side of his head that hit the curb going quickly numb; it was clear that he was now bleeding quite considerably, even in his dazed state he knew that much.

As the flash of light that had taken over his sight faded quickly a black blur quickly took its place as he began to feel pain all over his body in specific points; he was being bombarded with kicks while laying there upon the floor. Feeling his head being stamped against the curb again and again as well as several bones upon his body fracturing and breaking he needed help and he needed it fast. Like a bullet the Reaver that he had lost earlier came flying through the air only to slice clean through the chest of one soldier who was attacking its master before slicing across another chest and then stabbing through another’s lower stomach, continuing this until they were dead and the bombardment ceased.

As Ryan opened one swollen eye the black blur that had obscured his vision had now gone, all having been killed, the Reaver merely floating there with the sun reflecting off from its bloodstained metal. Slowly the blade lowered itself slightly, Ryan reaching up and taking a firm grip around its handle, before the other Reaver, which was still imbedded deep within the lifeless body of another solider, jerked free and floated through the air at quite a quick rate over toward Ryan, him taking a firm grip off the handle of that blade also; the blades then lifted slightly high in the air also lifting Ryan up off of the floor and allowing him to stand somewhat. It was now the blades that were keeping him on his feet, not his own muscles.

The fight was over for Ryan, as he couldn’t defend himself any longer and the blades were keeping him upright so relying on them to defend him was quite out of the question. He couldn’t open one of his two eyes, his nose was broken as well as his lip busted. His ribs on his right side had been broken severally and had now pierced his lung, as well for several fractures and torn muscles across his body; he couldn’t even stand, the muscles within his legs being too tired. But then something struck him, a thought that hadn’t even registered to him up until this point but had been residing within his palms almost the entire length of the battle; the Reavers. They absorbed the soul and energy of anyone they made contact with, or even came close to, and he hadn’t unlocked that power the entire length of this battle, let alone since before the battle when he killed Loki; he had all the energy he would need, and then some, within his blades.

Closing his eye Ryan quickly began to concentrate as he unlocked the power from within the Reavers, he would need a few seconds to do so completely but it seemed that time was against him in more than one way now as instantly more and more soldier’s charged toward him from every direction. As they closed in Ryan came closer and closer to unlocking the power needed to save him but in his greatly weakened state he couldn’t concentrate on holding the energy steady and suddenly the energy unlocked; his eye opened.
Instantly Ryan’s body was lifted into the air, not even half a metre off of the ground however, as energy suddenly began to pour from his body in a gigantic explosion, him screaming in pain all the while. The half dead rebel took the soldiers completely off guard, and many of them attempted to turn and flee the area, others simply stopped in shock of the fate that had transpired against them. Death was upon them. The eerie echo of Ryan’s scream filled the city, the energy continuing to pour out from within him. Bodies flying in all directions while others disintegrated where they stood, the smell of burning flesh within the air. After roughly ten to twenty seconds of this the bright white light of Ryan’s energy faded and his body, along with the Reavers, fell to the floor; Ryan unconscious and the Reavers seemingly lifeless but still within his palms.



Slowly the soldiers who hadn’t been killed by this freak slowly moved in toward his now silent body, it all broken and destroyed on the most part. It had taken so many lives and so much effort to defeat just one opponent and now they wanted revenge for their fallen comrades, they would tear this traitorous freak limb from limb. “Don’t lay another finger upon that freaks body!” a booming voice shouted out, instantly causing the many soldiers who had gathered around the body to halt and spin around sharply. Quickly moving over toward the seemingly lifeless body a figure bent down and lifted Ryan high into the air before throwing his limp body over toward the nearest soldier. It was Lord Zechariah. “The freak is defeated…” he said quickly. “But he is still alive, take him back to base and make sure he is securely locked up and chained down…there is much that we can learn from him.” he said quietly, looking over his right shoulder and smirking. “As for the rest of you there is still another scum reeking havoc upon our ranks, so lets finish this!” he screamed before turning back toward Zolomon; it was time to kill this one.

[zolomon]

(OOC: WHEEEEE!!! Return post galore! -D )

Thunder cracked all of a sudden, simultaneously with the elbows of Zolomon and Zechariah clashing high above the Saiya-jin, where they had appeared only a millisecond before. The impact was powerful enough to destroy a building if it had happened indoors, the sound of their arms crashing into each other competing with the thunder.

Zolomon would have been thrown back by the blow, but he quickly grabbed onto Zechariah's arm and swung around, launching his knee into the Saiyan's back. However Zechariah put his free arm behind himself, intercepting the kick and swinging Zolomon around, sending him back into the ground at a dangerous velocity.

'Dammit, I don't have much control in the air in this form... I have to keep closer to the ground...' he thought as the asphalt was coming closer and closer to his face by the second. Zolomon flipped around just before his head crashed into the street, landing on his feet instead, but the speed of his descent forcing him on one knee when he hit the ground. Hissing just slightly Zolomon raised his head to look at Zechariah, who was already in front of him. 'Fucker's fast...' he swore in his mind just as Zechariah's fist met with his face, knocking him on the ground.

"You should learn to stay down, freak..." the Saiyan warrior snickered, seeing how he had gotten Zolomon on the ground the second time already, "...as it appears you're not quite as much as you seemed." Suddenly Zechariah's head snapped back when Zolomon got up (not stood up) in an instant and broke the Saiyan's nose with a blow with the base of his palm.

"And you should learn to just shut the fuck up and fight!" he more shouted the last word than said it, delivering a punch to the side of Zechariah's face as he did. He grabbed the Saiyan by his kimono, raising him slightly into the air so their eyes would be on the same level, as Zolomon was taller. "I warned you... do NOT..." then there was a powerful head-butt to Zechariah's forehead, "...look down on me..." Zolomon spun around on one heel, lifting the Saiyan over his head and slamming him onto the ground, but he once again foiled the vampire's attack by landing on his feet and raising Zolomon into the air instead, with the goal of doing just what Zolomon had attempted.

He hit the ground hard, but suddenly slipped between Zechariah's feet and eerily rose up just behind him, his movement unreal and wisp-like, flying beneath Zechariah like a shadow, then emerging from the ground to shove him forward. Zechariah only spat and quickly turned around, a scowl on his face. "Don't give me your magic tricks, bitch, give me a fight!" he cursed attacking Zolomon with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Zolomon took a step back raising his arms and letting his claws back in, not wanting to end a potentially entertaining fight all too soon. He smirked, looking at his arms for a second, then looked up just before Zechariah's fist reached his face. Suddenly he shifted to the side. No, not moved, shifted. Leaving a short trail of black as his body moved seemingly on its own which quickly disappeared. His body moved quickly to the right and back as to evade Zechariah's punch and roundhouse kick, Zolomon's grim expression slowly growing into a smirk.

Zechariah spat at Zolomon's feet and attacked again, punches and kicks flying at him faster than the average human could follow, but Zolomon was nothing near average and he took great care not to be even touched by the attacks. He was moving backwards all the time, Zechariah going after him continuing his barrage, but suddenly Zolomon leaped forward, his knee extended and making contact with Zechariah's already broken nose. While still in the air, Zolomon spun around, delivering a spin-kick to Zechariah's head, knocking him sideways into other Saiyans that were standing nearby.

"Lord Zechariah, please! Let us help you!" one of the Saiyans pleaded with him, helping him to his feet. Zechariah just shrugged him off, getting quickly back to his feet on his own. He grabbed his nose, and pressed the flattened bone back into it's previous shape, hissing through clenched teeth as the only sign of pain.

"I don't need anybodies help... not against HIM..." he said, the last word filled with hatred and despising. With a shout Zechariah's golden Super Saiya-jin aura exploded, not only throwing rocks and dirt into the air, but also fellow Saiyans that had been too close at the moment. In a burst of rage and power Zechariah dashed at Zolomon, breaking up the pavement beneath his feet behind him.

First came a punch with his right. Zolomon knocked it out of the way with his right hand, then a swing with his left, out of the way of which Zolomon simply tilted backwards. The vampire quickly returned a punch of his own, hitting Zechariah square in the jaw, but it seemed the Saiyan barely felt it, as soon Zolomon found himself evading and deflecting a number of quick and powerful punches from the Saiyan noble.

Zolomon hopped back, then threw his left leg straight, catching Zechariah in his right temple. He hissed, ducked and lurched at the vampire, delivering a strong punch to his abdomen, forcing him to slide backwards despite standing firmly on his feet.

Suddenly Zolomon turned around and began running, although at moments it half-seemed like flying. "Keh... coward... Does he really think he's fast enough?" Zechariah snickered with a wry smile on his face and quickly bulleted after Zolomon, flying at an extreme speed just inches above the ground.

Zolomon kept running until he got out of the aria of destruction the earthquake their combined power created had caused. Buildings where whizzing past with incredible speed and Zolomon noticed Zechariah was quickly gaining. When he reached a tall skyscraper, he suddenly began running up it with enough speed to blow out all the windows he passed. However Zechariah saw where he was going and instead of following him that way, he took a short cut, taking to the air right there and then and heading Zolomon off before he reached the top. But that, in fact, was what the vampire had expected. As soon as Zechariah got close enough, he leaped backwards off the building and delivered a Black Matter-empowered kick to Zechariah, sending him soaring down to the ground with such force that he went straight through the concrete blocks on the bottom around the building and the shock-wave of his crash destroyed the skyscraper's foundations. The building collapsed creating an enormous cloud of dust, leaving a huge pile of debris where it once stood.

Zolomon slowly neared the ground, his innate vampiric abilities slowing his descent. Small pieces of stone were still rolling around, when all of a sudden a brilliant yellow flash, almost white burst from under all the rubble engulfing Zolomon completely, who only managed to cover his eyes and pull himself into a ball before it hit.

The blast carried him high into the air at an alarming speed, but soon anyone that could see him would see the black, pulsing aura forming around the vampire's body. With a shout he straightened out, throwing his arms and legs out with a shout. The beam around him seemed to burst and disappear, Zolomon's Black Matter energy still visible for a moment before it disappeared. The beam had carried him up quite high. Zolomon looked down to see several layers of clouds and hundreds, thousands of tiny buildings beneath them, surrounded by thousands... hundreds of thousands of human... no... Saiyan bodies, forming something like a sea when Zolomon looked at it from above.

However then he suddenly caught a glimpse of a yellow light in the corner of his eye, and, when he turned his head in that direction, he saw Zechariah speeding towards him, the clouds spiraling around him, forming a long trail of his movement. He only managed to turn in his direction and cross his arms in front of him before Zechariah's fist crashed into his defenses. Zolomon would have been sent flying if Zechariah hadn't caught his foot, thrust his elbow into the vampire's face, and sent him soaring downwards.

The elbow hit had slightly dulled Zolomon's senses, but he regained them quickly enough to slow his descent to almost a crawling pace, an ability of the vampires that came in quite useful. Zolomon looked up when suddenly Zechariah's foot connected to Zolomon's face in a devastating stomp, which had Zolomon bullet towards the ground at an insane speed, stopping only when he crashed through the roof of another skyscraper, rushing through every floor, destroying it as he flew trough, the windows exploding from the inside, and the building collapsing as the roof came crashing down on the top floor, destroying the walls under it, having both the roof and the top floor fall onto the floor beneath them, and so on and so forth. Surprisingly, even when all the floors had stacked up like a deck of cards, the building still stood. However that wasn't true for long, as momentarily the building and it's surroundings exploded in dozens of bright flashes as Zechariah unleashed an enormous barrage of high-powered orange Ki beams towards Zolomon's location, destroying not only all of the buildings in the vicinity, but also harming and quite possibly killing more than a few Saiyans who hadn't gotten out of the way before Zechariah's raging attack was released.

Only after the dust settled the large scope of destruction could really be understood. In his blind anger Zechariah had destroyed sever blocks of high-class downtown, but it didn't matter. Zolomon was under the rubble, busted up good and out for the count. Zechariah didn't feel troubled by the vampire any more. The Saiyan spat down over the building Zolomon had crashed into, a pleased smile on his face. But then he noticed commotion on the distance, there was one more bothersome pest to take care of.

Zechariah bolted towards the half-breed, his opponent soon coming into sight. However the Saiyan Lord felt there was something amiss and slowed his movement towards, which was lucky for him, since seconds later his foe's body rose slightly off the ground and with a scream seemed to explode, a huge dome of energy completely covering anyone too close to him, obviously killing them. Zechariah quickly moved backwards, covering his eyes from the brilliant light until the dome stopped increasing in size. Carefully he moved closer, reaching towards the lethal power just inches from the tips of his fingers. But something told him not to touch it... and he followed that voice called common sense.

Several seconds later the energy dome faded, leaving a near-dead half-breed lying on the ground. The other Saiyans were quick to surround him and it seemed they were planning to give him quite a beating for all the deaths he had caused today. To Zechariah such an idea felt ludicrous. He disappeared from the sky and in a blur appeared in the small clearing this... person had created. As fists were raised and feet were drawn back, Zechariah stopped his silence with a shout. "Don't lay another finger upon that freak's body!"

It seemed that had gotten their attention as everybody was facing him now. With quick, certain steps he walked up to the almost lifeless body at his feet and raised it into the air, looking in this capable fighter's face and smirking. Zechariah tossed the body to a soldier on his right, saying: "The freak is defeated... but he is still alive. Take him back to base and make SURE..." he said with special emphasis on 'sure', "...he is securely locked up and chained down... There is much that we can learn from him..." Suddenly his words were interrupted by an explosion far behind him. Zechariah smirked to himself. "What a lively son of a bitch..." he said and turned around, looking in the direction where he had left Zolomon supposedly for dead, but now was revealed to be quite alive.

"As for the rest of you... there is still another scum reeking havoc upon our ranks, so let's finish this!" Zechariah's words were met with cheers as everyone around him powered up and took to the air, freeing up much room on the ground. "Take him down, boys... he isn't worthy of my attention... Zechariah cockily said, and the entire body of the Saiyan force moved towards their unlucky foe, Lord Zechariah as their leader.


After the building came tumbling down on top of his head, Zolomon didn't bust right back out to fight. For a moment he just lay there, his fists clenched, grinding his teeth, but his eyes closed. A few short moments later his concentrated thought was successful in bringing his Dark Matter energy outwards, as it engulfed Zolomon's arms and legs like a flame, yet different... erratic and in all directions. By opening his palm and forcing the energy into it, then quickly clutching it back into a fist, he created the explosion which set him free from his supposed grave.

Zolomon stood up tall, looking around to see that most of the Saiyans had moved away, but there were still some here. "Oh, shit! He's still alive! Get him quick!" and with that eleven Super Saiyans attacked, but Zolomon was different now, he was pissed as hell and didn't feel like taking his time anymore.

First was an attack from his left, a punch as powerful as Zolomon would have come to expect from these Super Saiyans, but not powerful nor fast enough. Zolomon sidestepped, raising his left arm above the Saiyan, then bringing it down in a strike to the back of his head, knocking the opponent onto the ground, where his demise came momentarily in the form of a skull-crushing stomp. A split second later Zolomon tilted his head so as not to receive a punch aimed at his jaw returning with a, quite literally, killer backhand hit. Two more Saiyans jumped him from behind, but both died before they managed to land a hit, one from Zolomon's axe-kick that mashed his head about two inches into his shoulder, the other from his roundhouse kick that followed just after that snapped his head to the side and broke his neck.

For the first time in their lives did the Saiyans meet such insanely powerful resistance. However they didn't know that this power came at a terrible expense to Zolomon, as keeping his strength on this level cost him not just his energy, but also his life force. After five minutes of this his opponents would notice Zolomon's sudden and rapid aging... after ten minutes he would be nothing but dust.

But right now he was a lot tougher than dust to his opponents, killing three with a rapid succession of punches and kicks. At that moment all the remaining Saiyans attacked at once, but fell on the ground dead just as quick, after one round sweep of Zolomon's claws. Then he noticed the cloud of Saiyans approaching and, thanks to his superior vampire sight, saw Zechariah leading the group, looking quite confident. Even though he knew that, after living with the gods for so long, his control over the Dark Matter energy in his body had lessened greatly, he hadn't imagined the situation was so grave that he would need to use up his life force to sustain the most certainly considerable gain in strength it gave. However at the moment he hadn't much choice. He already had a plan of action and without the killer strength this exerting gave him, it would be impossible to realize.

Like hail the Saiyans descended all around him, smirks on their faces. He was alone and tired, he had no chances of survival. Lightning lit the area for a brief moment and finally the rain began. It poured large, heavy drops creating a loud noise many found irritating, some - soothing. Suddenly Zolomon felt something familiar come very near and a small smile creep onto his face. It seemed like someone had done the most complicated part of his plan for him.

"Lord Zechariah, look! I bring you the monster's scythe!" a young Saiya-jin said, a naive smile on his face.

In an instant the smile on Zechariah's face disappeared as he whipped around on his heel. "NO, YOU IDIOT! Get it the fuck away, NOW!!!" he screamed at the young man, who was startled by his leader's reaction. Zechariah turned back around to stop Zolomon from retaking his scythe, but the vampire was no longer there, he was behind Zechariah's back, looking the young man in the eyes.

"Give me back my scythe and I will not kill you," he said calmly, the Dark Matter still emanating from his arms and legs. The young Saiyan gasped as the vampire seemingly appeared out of nowhere and was now asking him to betray his fellow Saiyans in exchange for his life. A few short seconds later Zolomon sighed. "Time's up..." he almost whispered, then was suddenly somewhere else, his elbow lodged into the Saiyan's face, his other hand holding the scythe. The youth's grip on Zolomon's weapon loosened and in the blink of an eye Zolomon executed several swings all around him and a few moments later blood burst from wounds of Saiyans he had killed instantly. Now nobody dared come near him, nobody except Lord Zechariah.

"You need to be put down once and for all, bitch... like all dogs that don't know their place at the feet of their master," he cursed and attacked, but suddenly stopped when Zolomon put his scythe to his throat. "Th... that's not fair..."

"Who ever said I care? Besides, you think I'm going to kill all of you with my bare hands?" Zolomon snickered in reply. If Zechariah was stupid enough, Zolomon could easily get out of this unscathed. And it seemed that his foe's cockiness would be Zolomon's salvation.

"...Fine..." he said, a smile on his face. He thought that he now had Zolomon in the ropes. "Everyone, listen up!" Zechariah shouted so as everyone could hear him. "Me and freak-ass here are going to fight... no claws or weapons... one-on-one... Anyone who dares interfere will be court-marshaled and shown NO MERCY! In the off, nigh-impossible chance that this whitey here wins... he walks out and not one of you touch him. But don't worry, that isn't going to happen anyway!" he said and everyone, including himself and Zolomon laughed. Of course, Zolomon's laughter wasn't quite like everyone else's.

"Kick his ass, Zack!" someone shouted.

"Be careful, milord!" a delicate female voice, obviously one of many Zechariah's admirers said.

"No contest, boss! No contest!" a gruff male voice could be heard somewhere in the distance. Quite obviously Zolomon wasn't a favorite in this crowd. But to that the vampire only smiled, taking several steps back and sticking the blade of the scythe into the ground so that the handle stood nearly upright.

"Anyone who I see touching this is going to die very soon... he said to those around him, before turning back to Zechariah. But obviously his opponent didn't wait for him to get ready as Zolomon was suddenly met with a punch and a follow-up kick to the face.

"Don't take the fun out of this and get distracted here..." Zechariah said, smirking. Zolomon only rolled his eyes. The Saiyan lord attacked with a punch, but his foe wasn't in the mood for drawing things out right now. He deflected the Super Saiyan's attack with ease, countering with a chop-attack to the base of Zechariah's neck, followed by a nearly full-power punch to his gut. The Super Saiyan was thrown back about thirty feet by the blow, where he curled up into a ball, holding his stomach with both arms, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Fuck... where's this power from...?" he barely managed, while attempting to get on his knees and arms. The pain was rather unbearable.

Zolomon smiled, the Black Matter energy finally disappearing. However all the energy and life force he had consumed was visible on his face. His youthful, handsome, smooth, white skin was now cracked and many lines that usually come from old age were clearly seen. He took the Scythe of Hellfire, then turned his head to the left, looking a Saiyan in the eyes.

"What, FREAK?" he spat at him, despise in his voice clear as a bell.

Zolomon kept looking at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes. In the blink of an eye his scythe was raised over his head and the Saiyan fell on the ground in two pieces. "I told you not to touch it... young ones never listen..." he sighed and began walking away in an unhurried, yet quick gait.

"HEY, FREAK! THIS ISN'T DONE YET!!" a familiar voice shouted from behind. Zolomon stopped for a second, shook his head and kept moving. "Bastard, don't ignore me!" Zechariah called after him, approaching rapidly, holding a powerful punch ready for him as soon as he would get close enough. But that never happened. As soon as Zechariah came into range the Black Matter aura appeared on Zolomon's right leg once more and he delivered such a powerful kick that Zechariah was sent flying back for over a hundred feet, blasting through buildings and going straight through the large number of Saiyans.

"...You need to learn when to stay down... bitch..." Zolomon said quietly, then continued his way away, the Black Matter energy disappearing once more.

Zechariah stopped some distance away, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. "N...not... possible..." he stuttered, trying to keep himself together. That kick was more powerful than anything he had ever felt before. He couldn't get up... he had lost... But no... he COULDN'T have lost... Not him... not Lord Zechariah, the pride of the Saiyan forces... he... he would NOT be disgraced by this freak... he would not... Thoughts like this fueling Zechariah's rage, his will to avoid shame overpowering the pain in his body, he stood up, a hate-filled grimace on his face, his words coming in hisses through clenched teeth. "I... will NOT... be BESTED!!!" With that Zechariah exploded in a brilliant flash of yellow light, which even Zolomon noticed despite being quite far and having his back turned.

"...Persistent..." he sighed, turning around. Zechariah had finally received the emotional jolt needed to take him to the SS2 level of power. He would crush Zolomon like dust now... at least that's what he thought.

Zolomon felt his foe's sudden increase in power and could see his superior speed, but was hardly worried. As he had done so many times before, Zechariah was charging him with an undoubtedly powerful punch coming in his drawn-back fist. When he came close enough, Zolomon tossed his scythe into the air, then met Zechariah's punch with his own. However nobody noticed how, just before their fists met, Zolomon straightened his fingers, his sharp nails going first. When their hands finally met, Zolomon's palm ripped straight through Zechariah's arm it's entire length, quickly clenching it back into a fist as soon as his hand was clear of Zechariah. Using the momentum the hit had created, Zolomon spun around, delivering a kick to Zechariah's jaw with the force to break it, knocking him quite far back once more, only this time blood sprayed in all directions from the horrible wound.

Zolomon simply caught the scythe and was on his way again. Meanwhile Zechariah crashed into the ground, slipping out of the only seconds ago-attained SS2 state and out of consciousness.

Zolomon had reached the very edge of the Saiyan army mass, also being very close to the border of the city. Suddenly he heard a scream behind him and clenched his scythe tighter. "KILL HIM! KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" Zechariah screamed through his incredible pain, his anger being the only thing that kept him awake.

Suddenly Zolomon spun around, a smirk on his face, as he swung the now flaming Scythe of Hellfire in an arc before him. Flames burst from the ground in a long line, reaching high into the sky, cutting off the Saiyan's access to him and four more Saiyans that had been too close to the vampire. When the flames disappeared, no more than twenty seconds later, nor Zolomon, nor the Saiya-jin were anywhere to be seen. Of course they found them, what's left of them, that is. All four bodies were found dry, lifeless with two small holes in their necks. The monster called Zolomon was nowhere to be found, but he was a threat and obstacle the Saiyans would certainly have to take care of.




Zolomon, looking youthful as ever kept walking down a street, not knowing where it would lead, and not caring much about it either, indicated by the smile on his face. He was just enjoying the rain at the moment...