Ghost Town...Time to Meet the Ghost

[A Dragonian]

(OOC: Return post, woohoo! ;D)

In a quick right hook, the Saiyans currently held the upper hand in the war for Dragonia. As the days added up into weeks, Saiyans poured from Lunos high above, spreading through the continents like a virus. With an army that barely scratched the surface of the Dragonian populace, continents had been conquered, and the Saiyan commanders quickly dominated the populace. Capitals were claimed under the name of Turgor, and the continents slowly became Saiyan colonies.

The way the Saiyans weeded through the Dragonian populace showed no signs of sympathy or mercy. The once-proud, towering buildings had been demolished to the ground, left only in a pile of debris and ruin. That which still remained standing housed the Saiyans.

A small squadron of five Saiyan soldiers patrolled the streets. Their attire was unanimous for each soldier: the uniform consisted of a much older style of Saiyan armor, made up from two separate parts, black battle gi trousers, and battle gloves and boots to match the color of their armor. The first part is mainly a breastplate but covers the front and the back of the body completely, from the lower part of the neck down to the waist, colored green. The second piece of the armor came in the form of shoulder plates, a meter in length from the neck. Their hair was similar for each warrior: spiky and black. The only difference in the five soldiers was the color of the armor worn by the leader-- blue in place of green.

Their hands were at the ready to create a Ki whip or release a blast of energy at anything that moved. Kill or be killed; the Dragonians are as merciless as yourselves... Turgor had drilled into their heads during training. You cannot grant mercy to the women or children, nor can sympathy blind your judgment. One small mistake just might be your last!

Their patrol path had led them into the city plaza, the core of the Saiyan's destruction. The natural surroundings had been destroyed. Branches were stripped from their mother trees; shrubbery was demolished in an effortless fashion. The sky's blue pallet was dotted with large, cumulus clouds-- possibly a tear shed for the chaos and annihilation.

Mountains of bodies were piled on top of one-another; many different forms of death had become the deceased, but they all shared two things in common: the same breed-- Dragonian-- and the same fate. Their blood stained the ground of the plaza, dried against the stone walkways. Where a Saiyan stepped, he found his foot next to the decapitated head of a Dragonian woman. Growling in disgust, he kicked the head to the right, watching it roll away with a sardonic satisfaction. "Damn Dragonian..." he grumbled to himself as he resumed his patrol of the area around him.

In the heart of the plaza sat a massive marble fountain. Water still poured like a waterfall, but the tub-like structure below-- currently lacking a piece of its base-- no longer supported the pouring liquid. The pouring water covered the stone walkway, where it diluted the dried blood and carried it with its flow. The Saiyans stepped through the red sea as they surveyed their surroundings.

"Anything peculiar?" questioned the Saiyan commander. The other four made shook their heads in response, and their commander nodded. He put his hand on his chin, stroking his fingers against the black stubble that poked through his skin. "Alright, then. Let's keep moving."

From the center of the plaza where the Saiyans stood, the path forked in four directions, each leading to a different corner of the ghost town. In one corner of the plaza was a destroyed building, housing the abandoned Dragonian corpses. In another corner, a vandalized tree stood proud, even though it was naked to the world.

"Which way, commander?" queried one of the younger Saiyan Soldiers. This had been one of his first campaigns, and his green experience was represented in his nervous attitude and the color of his armor.

"We should head for the higher ground; we'll have a better view of the city, then," another responded. The commander nodded and gave an approving glance to the soldier. When the commander looked away, he beamed with haughty pride.

"To the west, then." The soldiers turned to the left, and they set off in the direction of the setting sun. The sky above had a mixed hue of red, oranges, yellows, pinks, and purples-- a reflection of the blood shed throughout the day.

An icy breeze ran against the Saiyans, who gave it little heed. They continued to the west, their feet splashing through the lake of death. Had they followed the advice of the elements, they might have seen the man that loomed above them, standing upon the shattered stones of a demolished building. His expression was solemn as he glanced from the back of one Saiyan to the next. His lips bore a frown.

No sympathy...No mercy...Saiyans disgust me...

[A Dragonian]

The rolling zephyr that played around the figure's body tangled itself betwixt the falling strands of cerulean hair. Wiping the stray strands from his brow, the sunlight shone off of the deeply amorous, sapphire pools that only Seriyu Mikomora could claim to possess. The irises focused upon the backs of five Saiyan soldiers-- four "greens", and a blue, a signifier of a veteran of war. Not one of the soldiers had noticed the figure looming above them. He gave no smile to the Saiyan soldiers, but rather gave them a greeting with his fists.

Seriyu raised his right arm, his index finger pointed toward the back of their leader's head. While he charged a tiny ball of light on the tip of his index finger, he wrapped his other hand around the wrist of his right. He concentrated with precise aim, and almost like the pulling of a trigger, Seriyu released his concentration and a Ki beam was fired from his finger. "This'll be like shooting fish in a barrel," Seriyu mused to himself with the tiniest expression of a smile creeping upon his otherwise serious features. The shot had been fired with exact precision, and it made its way toward the back of the leader's spiky, black-haired head. "With their leader down, the rest will fall like dominoes..."

As he watched the events to follow, however, Seriyu began to realize the small mistake he had not calculated. His beam shot against the wind, and the tiniest sound followed with the path of his clean shot. The Saiyan leader's ears picked up to the muffled battle cry of the shot. Turning a quick one-eighty, he saw the beam seconds before it would have made contact to his body. He side-stepped to the right while the beam whizzed past his face. Had Seriyu been given three seconds more, the Saiyan leader would be dead.

Recognizing the sound only a few seconds later than their leader, the other soldiers turned and faced the direction of the firer. "Where'd the shot come from?" the commander shouted out as his eyes focused up on the skies; there was no one-- or nothing, at that-- to be seen. His soldiers, just as dumbfounded, replied with mute words. "Well, what the hell are you standing around for!? Find our sniper, and show him the true power of a Saiyan warrior!"

Refusing to object, the Saiyans saluted, shouted, "Yes, Commander Ikata!" and broke off in a dash in the east direction. Ikata looked to the sky again, spat at the ground, and muttered: "Fucking Dragonian scum..."

Had Commander Ikata paid a slight amount of attention on detail of the area around him, he might have seen the fingertips of his assailant. Seriyu, in a quick response to his error, had grasped a hold of the wall and flung himself down, around, and behind it in a single arc. Now, Seriyu's body dangled about five feet from the ground, hanging on to a slab of rough stone in his bare hand. "Shit, that was close..." he lightly grumbled to himself.

Seriyu cocked his head to the side, glancing downward at the ground only a short drop below him. He could have easily released his grip and dropped down, landing on his feet, where he could have taken on the soldiers by foot. "If I drop, though, they might hear...--" He swallowed his sentence, for the sound of footsteps growing louder behind him. The soldiers knew that he was around, and they would find him sooner or later-- the former more opposed to the latter.

He tightened his grip on the jagged rocks, feeling their sharpness pierce against his skin. He bit his tongue from the curses he wanted to shout. The footsteps had grown to their full potential, slowed down, and eventually stopped. Shit, he thought to himself, they're right behind me!

"They should be somewhere around here..." commented one of the soldiers from the other side of Seriyu's hiding place. "He couldn't have had such a good shot from a distance without a sniper rifle. He hasn't moved much, for we would have heard him running by now. Check the area with a radius of about a hundred yards from here; he couldn't have gotten much farther than that."

Seriyu could tell from his words that he must have been the most experienced of the group. His words were calm and relaxed, thought through, and the man shown clear levels of experience that none of the others possessed; the man wondered why such an intelligent Saiyan was not the leader of their group.

His thoughts on the situation were quickly cut short, for he felt his grip loosening. A thin layer of sweat lined his palm, and his hand slowly slid against the rocky surface. He could not hold on much longer, and modifying his grip was out of the question. "Check this town top to bottom," continued the Saiyan soldier. "Don't leave any stone unturned; no body unchecked; no surface not scanned."

And that was when he lost his grip. He tried to tighten his grip on the stone wall behind him, but it only caused more of his flesh to tear against the surface. When his beads of sweat had entered the wound, the pain swelled through his hand, and he let go. Gravity took control of his body, and he quickly landed on the ground. His open tan overcoat resisted against the air and fluttered, but it was not enough to slow down the pull of gravity on a full-grown Dragonian.

His feet reached the ground first, the sound of his formal shoes clattering against the polished linoleum surface below him shattering the silence. As his body continued to accelerate, his legs bent and his knees hit the ground next, making a tinier but noticeable sound, along with the scraping of his shoes against the linoleum. The overcoat he wore ruffled as it closed down over his black gi and trousers. His neck was forced downward from the force, but he quickly regained his posture.

Before Seriyu could get up from his position, he heard the sound of an explosion right behind him. Small pieces of debris hit against his overcoat as they slid down his back, splattering against the ground below him. He didn't have to turn to know that right behind him, a group of Saiyans knew his exact position.

"A Dragonian?" muffled one of the Saiyans, astonished. From his wild-- yet straight-- hair, his build, and the style of his figure, the man could label Seriyu instantly as the breed they so detested. "I thought we killed all of you?!"

"So did I," childed the Dragonian mockingly. "This place seems pretty cleaned out to me...seems like, however, that you missed a spot."

He went to get off of his knees, but a blast of Ki nailed him in the back. It pushed him forward, back onto his knees. "Learn your place, Dragonian dog!" shouted another of the soldiers. To keep his posture, he had to place his hands on the ground. He thought that he must of looked like an weakling to the Saiyans-- a man who talked big and tossed stones, but was unable to back up his words with actions...

What a perfect façade... Seriyu thought with a smile the Saiyans could not see.

One of the Saiyans shot another ball of Ki, widening the hole between the predators and their prey. He stepped through, eying the Dragonian for anything suspicious. "Get up slowly," he ordered sternly. "Place your hands behind your head, and no funny business."

Seriyu pushed off of his hands, and he used his bent legs to raise his body slowly. He followed orders to the letter, placing his hands behind his head; however, he wanted to have some fun, so as he placed his right hand over his left, he pulled down every finger but his middle. "Watch it, Dragonian!" ordered the Saiyan, stepping forward.

He powered up a Ki whip, tossing it around the Dragonian's rough hands. He yanked back on the whip, and Seriyu's hands were locked tightly in place, palms facing his head. The Saiyan relaxed himself slightly, knowing that Seriyu was now about as pinned as a person could be: without his hands, he would not be able to retaliate with punches nor Ki. Next, he tied the same whip around his legs, shackling the Dragonian in place.

"How pathetic," laughed the Saiyan, pushing Seriyu to the ground. He landed again on his knees, the momentum swinging his torso to the ground. A chuckle came from the other soldiers at the site of this man, defenseless and unable to fight off a single Saiyan. "Are you going to defend yourself, Dragonian?"

"Why should I even worry?" questioned Seriyu with a jeering attitude to his comment. "You hairless monkeys don't know a true fighter when you see one." The Saiyan planted his foot down the Dragonian's back-- much to his surprise, the only response he got was laughter.

"What's so funny?" demanded the soldier.

"Well, it's just that, I could have killed you four at least ten times by now, and none of you would have known the difference..."

The Saiyan nearest to Seriyu growled and shot a Ki ball to Seriyu's back, but the Dragonian vanished. The Saiyans were left puzzled to how a Dragonian could just vanish out of mid-air. "Yo-hoo, Mr. Saiyan...I'm over here!" Turning their heads, the Saiyan quartet found Seriyu reclined against a wall, gripping his wrists; the Ki bands that surrounded his wrists and ankles had vanished.

"How did you?" The Saiyan soldier was left astonished.

"Simple," responded Seriyu with a minuscule smirk. "I made a Ki barrier to surround my wrists, thin enough that you wouldn't sense. Before I warped, I caused the bands to expand, and I snapped your stupid Ki whips."

"Why you...dirty bastard!" The Saiyan charged toward Seriyu, who weaved away to the right of the soldier. Seriyu wasn't close to being done, though. He took his fists and formed them into the formation for his Fukae no Kiwami. Launching the first at his skull, he made direct contact, breaking down the defenses. The second blow, occurring only milliseconds later, shattered with full force against the skull. Fractures lined the interior skull, and shattered pieces were lodged into his brain. The Saiyan was long dead before he hit the ground.

The other Saiyans were astonished as Seriyu turned around, facing the squadron close to him. "Okay...who wants to die next?"

[hakuto]

It had been an interesting sight to see, watching those stupid Saiyans walking around, oblivious to the destruction about to come. From a high-point on one of the few buildings left standing stood the unlikely "ally" for this race of giant monkeys. His pitch black cloak did not flutter in the wind, for it was too heavy to do so. In fact, he could barely be seen, fading into the darkness around him. Of course, for anyone looking directly at his position, they would see two piercing red eyes looking right back at them.

Of course, no one had looked upon his position yet; not even the warrior about to demolish these four unlucky Saiyans. This was for the better. The android always "enjoyed" surprises. He liked seeing the various faces of the warriors before their end came. He had seen those of the Saiyans, but now it was time to see that of their opposition.

Hakuto watched from his high perch above the scene as this Dragonian simply toyed with his prey for a while. He watched them fill with pride as they apparently trapped him. Of course, Hakuto saw through this little illusion. He saw the death of one Saiyan coming from a mile away. It was only a matter of time before the other three followed suit. Well, it would have been had Hakuto not stumbled upon this city just a few minutes ago. It was a split second travel, just over the sea, from Larleta. The after-image of Hakuto was probably still there as he arrived. The android was attracted by this power signature, this warrior trying to resist the army of Saiyans. However, his resistance would amount to no results now, for the Saiyans had just made a pact with a powerful foe.

Now, as the Dragonian was ready to pounce on his weak prey, the android made his position known to all. In another split second, he appeared just in front of the force of three Saiyans. Immediately, Ikata questioned Hakuto's presence, for news of his alliance with the Saiyans had not yet reached his ears.

Who the hell are you?

Hakuto simply chuckled, not bothering to look at the Saiyan commander as he answered.

I am a recent...aquisition of the Saiyan army. If you were smart, you'd leave now and leave this Dragonian to me. He's far too powerful for the likes of you Saiyans anyways.

The three Saiyans remaining didn't take the last sentence of the android very well, the unexperienced "green" Saiyan choosing to launch himself at the android. The launch lasted about three feet before the Saiyan suddenly stopped in mid-air and crumpled to the ground in some unseen pain. He screamed in pain and held his head as if it was full of a thousand buzzing bees, all stinging at his brain at the same time. All the while, Hakuto's eyes glowed a bright red, his powerful mind waves crushing the Saiyan's brain to a pulp.

The other two Saiyans simply looked on in fear as their commrad simply stopped moving, paralyzed in pain. A moment later, he got up, a glazed and distant look in his eyes. He then placed his hand on his forehead and shot a ki blast directly through it, ending his life instantly. The android's eyes stopped glowing then as he simply chuckled once more.

See how weak you monkeys are? Just be glad I'm on your side. Now, do as I say and run. Or, you can simply watch as I show you how to truely subdue this warrior you've stumbled upon.

Hakuto's evil, piercing red pits stared straight at Seriyu's fair, sapphire pools the entire time. This was going to be something of enjoyment for the android.

[A Dragonian]

From within a matter of seconds, the tides of the battle quickly changed from Seriyu's favor to a standoff. With only a single move, Seriyu had shattered the skull of an opponent, leaving him in a dead slump at his feet. The Saiyan soldiers that watched this feat did not show any sign of reaction, but deep down, they were shaking in their boots; it would only take a similar attack to bring them down, but their garrish prides cloaked the fear. This was another lesson that Turgor taught every Saiyan soldier: give no expression to any action that is shown; it will psychopathically destroy your opponent.

Seriyu stood with a smug apperance adorning his features, eyeing each of the Saiyans with a calm and relaxed fixture. His figure stood erect as a soldier, the only movement of his body from the inhale and exhale of oxygen. His eyes told them that this was nothing, and he was rearing to continue the fight. Who knows? mused the Dragonian internally, Maybe the others will provide a challenge...

Before any of the Saiyan soldiers could make any response to the Dragonian's challenge, a sudden aura clung over the surrounding, distracting their thoughts momentarily; even Seriyu's eyes averted from the Saiyan soldiers in the direction of the ominous prescence. This aura had the loom of darkness. If in a physical form, flowers would wilt and decay at the passing of its iniquity; the very life of a substance would dissapate from it, the soul drained of its expression-- good, evil, or indifferent. Even more, the abundance of the power stood more astounding than the power itself. In its magnitude, an entire forest would rot and decay into a desolate wasteland.

With his attention distracted by the source of the power, Seriyu concentrated on the source directly. "What the hell...?" He murmured to himself. Seriyu had never sensed this level of darkness and iniquity in any form. Whoever possessed this dark aura, Seriyu knew that darkness consumed every moral fiber in its bitter body. Of course, the Dragonian had not known that this figure had been watching him for almost a minute now; he just knew that the figure was here, and that was all that mattered.

Before long, the figure let himself be known publically. He stood almost to Seriyu's height, his body shrouded in a black cloak; not a single feature of his body was revealed from under the dark shroud. Whether male or female, the Dragonian could not say; however, he made his guess that he was a male. The man stood between Seriyu and his once quarry, facing the Dragonian. (I'm presuming...sorry if that's wrong) The Saiyans might have responded to the figure before them were they not dumbfounded by his sudden prescence.

Ikata, who had not been there with his Saiyan comrades, only felt the sudden surge of dark forces when it arrived. Not faltered by the new power, he rushed to his Saiyan bretheren, only to see the back of some man in front of his squadron. Only a few words left his lips. "Who the hell are you?"

The android made no response, save for a melancholy chuckle that ruptured from his vocal cords. When he spoke, he made his gender prescent in his deep voice. "I am a recent...aquisition of the Saiyan army. If you were smart, you'd leave now and leave this Dragonian to me. He's far too powerful for the likes of you Saiyans anyways."

One of the novice soldiers, not appreciating the comments of the man before him, launched a retaliative strike against him. However, before even reaching three feet to the android, he froze and fell to the ground. Pain filled the body of the Saiyan, and then nothing...he was dead. The other Saiyans watched in awe at his response, their commander crossing his arms with a slightly impressed glance on his face. Internally, he thought, Glad this man's on our side...

Seriyu, on the other hand, saw the technique in full force. From under the hood of his cloak, two red pools suddenly flashed; they illuminated his face slightly, and Seriyu got a good glance at the hardened facial structure beneath the dark pulpit. When his eyes faltered their glow, the Saiyan collapsed in a pulp on the ground; Seriyu remained unimpressed.

The man turned his body, placing one of his hands on the Saiyan's forehead; his comrades cringed in pain as a beam of ki blasted through his skull. It dove into the ground, leaving its mark before it dissapated. Had the mush that was his brain not killed him already, the shot did the trick. The Saiyan commander whistled in response, revealing the light response of approval; again, Seriyu remained unimpressed.

The figure laughed once again. "See how weak you monkeys are? Just be glad I'm on your side. Now, do as I say and run. Or, you can simply watch as I show you how to truely subdue this warrior you've stumbled upon." Meanwhile, his eyes turned to glance into Seriyu's, a look of amusement crossing his face.

A fragment of stone crumbled from the wall and descended to the floor below, cutting the silence of the atmosphere right in half. Hakuto kept his eyes on Seriyu's, who returned the stare in silence. The small stone clattered against the floor below them, and then fell upon deaf ears.

That was when Seriyu spoke. His voice was not cocky, nor did he give any response to his actions with fear or boredom. "Oh! I'm sorry; I thought that your repetoire of lackluster moves would have a grand finale, but apparently I was mistaken." His words were bold ones indeed, but Seriyu did not really care of the impression that this man would have for him.

Seriyu continued, his words cockier than before. "If you want to be more impressive, destroying the brain is not that amazing anymore." Without letting anyone notice, he created an after-image, appearing behind one of the Saiyan soldiers. When they finally sensed him, they turned in fear to see a half-sadistic smirk upon the Dragonian's feature.

He used the Fukae no Kiwami a second time, this time over the soldier's heart. With the second hit, the force of the rupture caused the Saiyan's heart to explode from the pressure. With two direct shots to his heart within a millisecond of each other, the pressure felt doubled; he could not take the force. He collapsed to the ground, a lifeless heap like his other two comrades.

Smirking, Seriyu responded, "Now, the heart is a decent target..."

[hakuto]

A silence lingered for a short while after the Saiyan warrior was left dead on the floor. Hakuto waited it out, for it was only a few moments to him. As expected, the Dragonian broke the silence.

"Oh! I'm sorry; I thought that your repetoire of lackluster moves would have a grand finale, but apparently I was mistaken."

Hakuto chuckled slightly, amused by the confidence of this man. He then continued, in a manner even more arrogant than before.

"If you want to be more impressive, destroying the brain is not that amazing anymore."

Right then, Hakuto could sense the Dragonian moving behind the last of the "green" soldiers. Of course, only he had sensed this, which did no good for the Saiyan. The android once again watched as the Dragonian used a unique punching technique, consisting of two rapid blows to one area. It was an interesting technique, one that Hakuto would most certainly look out for.

With the second hit, the Saiyan fell as if by his own wanting. Hakuto could see the smirk on this cocky warrior as he once again spoke to the android.

"Now, the heart is a decent target..."

The android chuckled at this, knowing this Dragonian knew exactly what would happen next. Ikata, however, wouldn't see a damn thing coming, ever again. Without even taking his glance away from this powerful Dragonian warrior, he began his powerful, but quick assault on the Saiyan commander.

Hakuto's eyes flashed red again and, once again, his target began to convulse in pain. But, Ikata stopped convulsing only a second later. In fact, he completely stopped moving in any way, shape or form. His arms extended laterally from his body and his legs closed together, resembling a cross. The Saiyan commander than shot back against a nearby pillar from an unseen force.

Without turning, Hakuto raised one hand and waved it a few inches, leaving behind a tiny ripple of energy. In a second, six tiny, but amazingly sharp ki blasts shot out of it. The first two drove straight through the ankles of the commander; the second two through the wrists and the final two straight through the heart and forehead. Blood trickled down from each of the newly formed holes as Hakuto released his telekinetic hold on the Saiyan and let his body drop to the ground from gravity.

I always say: why not both?

Hakuto chuckled after this comment, knowing there were no more Saiyans left alive around them. The only two beings within a very wide area were the android and the Dragonian. It was time to see who was he better.

[A Dragonian]

After the death of his comrade, the figure chuckled in response to Seriyu's comment. Without turning his head, he waved his hand and caused the Saiyan commander, Ikata, to respond as if he were having a seizure. However, he suddenly froze in position, making no signs of movement in his body. A sudden force of power shaped the commander into the form of a cross, and then flung him against the closest wall. The rock behind him crumbled under the force, yet it stood just as strong as it had before.

Hakuto raised a hands from under his cloak and waved it, leaving in its wake a harmless wave of ki...or, apparently harmless. The fear raised in Ikata's eyes as six shots of ki were suddenly fired at him. Two shot through his ankles, two through his wrists, while the other two nailed through his heart and skull. The blood that tricked from the various spots stained his skin a crimson color; the tunic below his armor was stained a dark purple hue. When he let go of his telekinetic control on the man, Ikata fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.

The figure chuckled after his comment, "I always say: why not both?"

Seriyu recognized the sadistic mind of the man who stood before him; after all, the similarities between this man and the man that raised him were identical. The man who stood before Seriyu had a lust for sadism. It gave him pleasure to inflict pain-- pain that would not have been necessary, but the man enjoyed deploying every ounce of it.

Instantly, Seriyu despised the man before him; he could neel nothing but hatred for a sadist...

The two remaining Saiyan soldiers that stood before them felt their legs turn to jelly, before they collapsed to the ground, landing on their lower legs. Their fear buckled in their legs, their bodies only so distant from shaking in fear. Did this man plan to kill them as well? Neither knew, but neither wished to know, either. Had they enough courage-- or enough common sense-- they would have opted for exit, stage left.

Seriyu glanced over at the Saiyans for a moment, but quickly fixed his attention back to the cloaked figure before him. The Dragonian knew it would only take a split-second of error to give him what he needed to attack and kill a man. Seriyu could not give him that chance to do to him what he had done to both the Saiyan commander and soldier.

"I want to assume that you're working for the Saiyans, but by your trigger-happy killing sprees, I would have to assume that you're closer to a neutral party," commented Seriyu gruffly, ignoring the possible gestures coming from the man before him. "However," he continued, "I can assume that you are here to kill, and if I am not mistaken, your prize would be my head."

The Dragonian stood poised, ready for whatever this man would do to him. He relieved his body of his usual tan trench coat, revealing to him the black silk gi top-- very similar to a short-sleeved shirt, covering his chest and shoulders. Its intricate design bore a white Chinese dragon up his back, and around his right sleeve. The bottom to his outfit was made of similar material, a perfect match in color and texture. A white cloth wrapped firmly around his waist like a belt.

Without the figure noticing, Seriyu changed the structure of his eyes into the form of the Byakugan, giving him a microscopic, three-sixty degree vision of the area around him. His eyes focused on the figure before him, and he got a better glance at the face of the man under the dark viel. His soulless red eyes, short black hair, and bone structure were defined in Seriyu's mind, where it would remain forever embedded. His size and figure were no longer hidden to Seriyu's vision.

This man would not notice any difference of the Dragonian before him, but Seriyu was prepared more than any man could perceive. He knew exactly what the man before him appeared like, making his cloak merely a dark facade of his feature-- and a burden on his body. Also, the Byakugan prepared Seriyu for any quick movements that this man might try. Seriyu had already played his first move, a deceptive move at that.

Half of a coy smile formed on the right side of his lips, and he finished his short monolouge to the figure. "I just hope that you're expecting an easy fight..."

[hakuto]

(OOC: Hope you don't mind me using a move you haven't neccisarily approved yet. I sent it in to the profiles email account. If it's not cool with you, I'll just change it. Oh, and good luck! ;D)

"I want to assume that you're working for the Saiyans, but by your trigger-happy killing sprees, I would have to assume that you're closer to a neutral party," said the Dragonian after Ikata dropped to the ground like a bag of sand.

"However," he continued, "I can assume that you are here to kill, and if I am not mistaken, your prize would be my head."

Hakuto smirked slightly, seeing as how his soon-to-be opponent was figuring the situation out nicely. Hakuto knew this man was smart and very experienced in combat just from the way he fought, talked and went about himself. His posture appeared relaxed; not ready even. But, the android knew better than believe what normal sight gave him. Soon, he removed his trench coat, revealing a stylish shirt beneath it. That won't last long... Hakuto followed suit, quickly tossing the dark cloak that covered his entire body into a nearby building. Although it seemed effortlessly tossed, the building and a dozen others behind it, or what was left of them, crumbled away as it bulldozed through all of them with its massive weight. Unfortunately for those two remaining Siayans, they happened to be in the cloak's path. The cloak slammed into their bodies so hard that they were instantly killed from the trauma to their skulls. Just another two casualties on the long list from the android.

Hakuto's clothing beneath his cloak was much more simple in comparison to the Dragonian's. He only wore a pitch black gi that extended to the ends of his limbs.

"I just hope that you're expecting an easy fight..."

Hakuto returned the smirk, for he was also one step into the fight already. In fact, if the Dragonian payed close enough attention, he would feel a very small amount of ki in the area around the two. To make it almsot impossible to notice, Hakuto quickly fired up his dark red aura slightly.

If either one of us is in an easy fight, they will be the one to die.

A split-second later, a ki blast about the size of a football quickly appeared to the left of Seriyu's head. As soon as it appeared, it blew up to a few feet in diameter in an explosion. The first shot of many had been fired; the battle had begun.

[A Dragonian]

(OOC1: Sorry for the delay; I suddenly dissappeared off somewhere every day, and this is the first time since Friday I have been able to sit down and write something. Again, sorry for the delay)

(OOC2: Oh, by the way, I have approved the attack for you; it's on your profile)

As the Dragonian removed his trench coat, Hakuto followed not to long after with his own cloak. Under it, he revealed his muscular figure in a black fighting gi. The man appeared about twenty-five years old, yet Seriyu assumed that he was much older than the appearance he gave to the Dragonian. Taking his cloak, he flung it towards the two Saiyan figures behind him; without enough time to react, the flying cloak took their bodies with its fatal grasp, killing them before they could even feel the pain. Wherever the cloak went, buildings were demolished.

Seriyu smiled internally. Weighted clothing...I'm curious how much that thing actually weighs... This showed that even with an amazing feat as this man had shown him, the Dragonian remained unimpressed.

The man had prepared an attack already, but it would find itself just a waste of time to Seriyu. With his Byakugan, he had a telescopic vision, but it also gave him a plain view of ki in an energy state; even when cloaked, Seriyu could see the small build-up of ki in the area around the two. Although the man attempted to hide this ki by sparking up an aura, Seriyu could still plainly see the ki.

However, even with this technique, Seriyu could not see the upcoming blast that the man attempted. "If either one of us is in an easy fight, they will be the one to die," the man commented, a ploy for a distraction; Seriyu gave the comment attention, until he felt the sudden swell of ki collecting; his Byakugan got the sudden glimpse of the ki coming together-- ...Shit!-- before it exploded.

The explosion rattled the area, demolishing the slabs of wall around Seriyu and the other figure. They crumbled and collapsed to the ground. Their corpses covered over the deceased Saiyans, leaving them hidden for future excavation teams. Dust swelled, covering the area in a tiny layer of debris.

When the dust settled, Seriyu was nowhere to be seen; with his quick speed and reaction time, he moved the hell away from the swelling ki ball, narrowly escaping the explosion unharmed. He levitated over the fighter's arena, no response from the man's attack on his body. He looked down on the scene, knowing that the man would soon know where he was.

Before the man could see him, however, Seriyu had calculated his next move. He left an after-image in place of where he one stood, giving the man a façade to see if he had ever seen one. The Dragonian, however, had moved directly to where he had once stood, where a large plethora of ki residue remained from Hakuto's ki blast. He collected it together, and then he used his abilities to mix it with the water moisture in the atmosphere. The result was a handfull of ice particles in his hand, covering his hand with a thin sheet of ice.

He placed his lips up to the ki and gave it a small blow. When he did, he launched a wave of ice-elemented ki towards the man. The snow shot towards the man, not seeking him by heat or his ki signiture. The energy could not be initially absorbed, which might prove a mistake had Seriyu possibly assumed right.

[hakuto]

The explosion erupted in an instant, taking out various pillars and walls in its blast area. However, the crafty Dragonian had easily escaped. This was fully expected by the android. In fact, he wouldn't want to fight an opponent that couldn't get away from such a weak attack. The stronger the opponent, the more Hakuto will gain from the battle.

Hakuto, being a master of after-images and getaways, was not fooled by the one the Dragonian had left behind. However, he was already launching himself back to avoid the explosion. This made him realize his opponent was nowhere to be found. Hakuto then realized that this after-image was just covering the fact that the Dragonian had actually moved back to his original position. It seemed that this man was fairly elusive in his style of fighting. It would just be another challenge for the android to overcome.

However, the android soon had another challenge coming. He could sense the ki from the explosion forming back together, not by his own techniques. This would be no problem; Hakuto could just take the ki blast and absorb it. But, this was not just ki being formed, as the android figured out when the beam of icey ki shot out from the source of energy. It seemed that the Dragonian had a unique type of energy that he used, which meant Hakuto would need to make a decision.

He could either dodge the blow, since there was a lot of distance to work with, or he could take it and absorb it partially. The latter would allow him to absorb that ice and ki combination of energy like normal ki later on in the battle, so Hakuto made the strategic decision to choose to stay. Of course, the Dragonian probably wouldn't realize that Hakuto was absorbing any amount of energy at all, since the android was taking so little. How would he expect it to allow him to absorb it like normal ki from then on anyways? This moment could prove to be an important one for the battle, for both fighters.

So, Hakuto stood, dead in his tracks, and coated his hands with some of his own ki. This would be for simple cushioning to allow him to hold onto the blast for a moment. The blast came and Hakuto stopped it, moving backwards from the force. The energy was not absorbed at first, but soon a small amount trickled into Hakuto's system. Instantly, the energy was recorded and deciphered. Hakuto then shoved off with all his might and leapt to the side, sending the beam flying into a nearby area. The android was going to play defense for a while, in order to study his opponent's style of fighting. Then, when the right moment comes, Hakuto will strike.

[A Dragonian]

(Screw it; I've decided that I'm just going to address your character by name, because it's a lot more interesting than normal pronouns! ;D)

Seriyu had made his move; in an effort to attack, Seriyu had collected Hakuto's energy together in a focused point, much like he had done before with his ki explosion. Then, combining the energy of the attack to the hydrogen in the air, Seriyu had produced ice-like ki. The frozen chill bit against the Dragonian's fingertips where the ki lay.

Quickly, Seriyu had breathed into the orb of frozn ki, releasing a stream of energy towards Hakuto. The figure recognized the various differences betwixt regular ki and the mixture Seriyu had composed. Taking this thought into hand, Hakuto's response was to try and counter the attack.

He covered his hand in a thin layer of ki-- Seriyu could sense the energy radiating from the man's arm-- as he took the blast head-on; the force of the blast pushed him backwards, as a small amount of the energy shot at him was collected in his systems. Once accomplished, Hakuto pushed himself to the side, allowing the ki blast to harmlessly pass by. When the blast landed against the wall, a sheet of ice formed, spreading in a circular fashion with a diameter of about a foot.

Seriyu had witnessed the counter-attack before him, yet he could not entirely comprehend what had happend. Internally, he saw Hakuto attempt to absorb the frozen ki for several seconds; then, with only part of the ki absorbed, he just let the blast go off into the distance. This man had done something when he encountered the ki attack, yet Seriyu did not know what he had tried.

Hakuto's final response was to take a defensive stance, keeping his eyes focused on the Dragonian before him; he made no effort of a counter attack, preferring to just stand aside and watch the possible manuevers of the Dragonian. Seriyu already recognized the thought pattern from his years of experience in combat: Let the opponent make a move; I'll learn his style, and then use it against him...

Seriyu smiled to himself; he already had a manuever planned. The Dragonian began by waving out his right hand in an arc, finishing so that it was perpendicular with his body and other arm. Snapping his fingers, his hand suddenly held the hilt of a sword. His hand clutched the wooden frame in its palm. Seriyu, giving the hilt a sudden charge of ki, allowed the blade of the weapon to suddenly shoot from the hilt. The wooden blade that appeared would look weak-- a wonderment of why an expert would use a wooden sword-- but looks are always decieving...

Following the attack, Seriyu lunged towards Hakuto, sword gripped tightly in hand. The blade itself was backward to Seriyu's figure, the edge of the blade facing outwards from Seriyu's body. The blade would cause a slight lag in the Dragonian's speed, but not enough to be noticed by any normal fighter.

The plan Seriyu had was elusive; he began by charging to Hakuto's left, swinging his body around his back and coming up his left side. Then, he slowed himself down, and followed by suddenly increasing his pace as he lapped the fighter and went around for a second. Seriyu was far enough that Hakuto could not hit him easily or attempt to trip him, but was close enough himself that he could turn and swing with his sword.

The strategic masterpiece behind his attack was that his varying speeds around Hakuto created after images; it appeared as if Seriyu had split into at least seven different bodies; Hakuto would not easily recognize if he had stopped, and it would all lead on luck whether or not he would see when the Dragonian reappeared.

Seriyu stopped finally at Hakuto's left side, launching his first thrust at his side; however, before the strike could make contact, a second of the after images launched a strike at Hakuto's upper-right chest. Before it could make contact either, a third after-image struck for the back of his neck. This one, however, did not stop initially. If successful, Seriyu would strike straight at the man.

[hakuto]

(OOC: Finally! I won't have to call you "The Dragonian" all the time .)

The beam of ki and ice shot straight into a nearby wall, covering the contact point and about a foot around it to ice. Hakuto remained in his defensive stance, waiting for his opponent's next move, as the beam came to a halt. A few moments after, Seriyu made a arch-like movement with his right arm, snapping after his motion stopped. A hilt of a sword appeared in his hand. Another moment later a blade grew from the hilt. The sword was apparently wooden and looked completely useless. However, the android knew better than to assume such things. He would treat it as a regular sword, not allowing it to get an advantage over him.

After the sword was summoned Seriyu began to rush forward, to the left of Hakuto, who kept a close eye on any sudden movements the Dragonian might try. At the same time, ki began to form along his forearms, taking the form of arm shields. However, this was a mere deception, which his opponent would most likely find out the hard way in a few moments.

Seriyu came a little bit out of arm's reach of Hakuto and ran in a circle around him, varying his speed as he went. The process created after images, although the android saw right through them since they lacked the real energy of the warrior. His eyes were no longer being used for "vision", so much as his sensing ability was. It was times for the android to make his move.

Seriyru came around again and the attack began, but as soon as the Dragonian decided to take a second lap, Hakuto's arm shields suddenly sprang forward to his wrists, becoming razor sharp wrist blades about a foot in length. The android then spun in the opposite direction of Seriyu, to use Seriyu's momentum to his advantage. The blades came at chest level, then rib level, then head level as Hakuto spun rapidly on the spot. His reach was now more than enough to catch the Dragonian in his act, especially if he decided to continue through with his planned attacks.

The android, while finishing off his third spin, forged the ki into a blast the size of a basketball and fired it at Seriyu's position. Hakuto then stopped his momentum and rotation completely, firing a secondary blast the same size as the first.

[A Dragonian]

(I know I'm late...I had finals, so shoot me! >_<)

Seriyu had lunged into Hakuto, using a deceptive viel to attempt to confuse the man, but all of the ability ended in vain; apparently, Hakuto was annept at seeing through Seriyu's decoys. Instead of letting the Dragonian use his decoys as an advantage, Hakuto began a counterattack to Seriyu's manuevering.

Hakuto had a precise knowledge of where Seriyu was moving, and as the Dragonian made his second lap around Hakuto, the android brought out two blades from the bands on his wrists. Turning in the inverse direction of the Dragonian, his blades were ready to encounter Seriyu's body in his inpressive boost of momentum.

The human mind is one of the fastest computers ever composed. The blades, in their spin, created an faint whistling. In a matter of milliseconds, Seriyu's ears had interpreted the vibrations of the oncoming blades, associated them with the weapon that about to come in onslaught, and Seriyu had developed his counter-attack.

Suddenly stopping, Seriyu firmly placed his feet into the ground below him. He brought his arms up and arced them so his blade bent downward. He brought his sword up to the blade aimed for his chest. The metal gave a loud thud against the sharp end of the wooden blade. Seriyu had parried Hakuto's blow before it could make physical contact.

Seriyu griped the hilt firmly, feeling the pressure of momentum transferring through his arms. He had slowed down-- if not halted-- the onslaught of Hakuto's weapons, preventing the chance of the man from aiming for his ribs or head. Hakuto's momentum had not stopped, and the pressure transferred from the blade, to the Dragonian's arms, where the pressure would eventually dissipate into the Dragonian's body and all around him.

With his free hand, Hakuto engendered a ki ball in his hands. With a quick force, the ball had been launched at the Dragonian, leaving him little time to rely on tactics, suddenly diving into his primal instincts. Seriyu released his left hand from his blade, allowing Hakuto the advantage of strength between the blades. The momentum forced back the adult Dragonian, forcing his body closer to the ki blast. However, Seriyu had anticipated the blast before it made direct contact. He brought up his free hand, charging up a quick ki ball in his fingers. His legs pushed off the ground as he fired his ki beam towards Hakuto's ki ball.

The two exploded, and the force from the explosion nailed the Dragonian. His loose, airborn body rocked backward. As he flew backward, he braced himself in the air, stopping about twenty feet from the explosion; the dust still had not settled from the explosion, leaving Seriyu unaware of what had happened-- or had not happened-- to Hakuto.

Beads of sweat formed against the Dragonian's brow. His hair stuck to his forehead, stopping just before his sapphire eyes. A smile had formed on the Dragonian's face, for he had slowly swevered the tides from his favor to Hakuto's, and then back to his own. Sure, he had taken a slight blow from the attack, but the explosion itself would have done more to Hakuto than to the Dragonian.

And now, Seriyu waited. He did not know what the man would have done in response, but with a nearly three-sixty degree cubed view of his surroundings, Seriyu would not be easily surprised by anything the man would attempt. At least this is more of a challenge than those Saiyans...

[hakuto]

It was only a few split seconds, but so much had taken place in it that the average man would be stunned for ever. The blade on blade combat caused sparks as Hakuto's ki wrist blades slashes against this strangely powerful wood. Hakuto's momentum was stopped, but by then he had already conjured up his first ki blast since it consisted of the ki blades themselves. The two blades of ki forged together instantly and Hakuto quickly fired them, but the ki blast was met by a beam from the dragonian, resulting in an explosion.

As Hakuto was about to fire the second ki blast he had planned, he saw the first colliding and exploding with Seriyu's beam. in a quick change of plans Hakuto forged the blast into a large shield resembling a half bubble. The shield took the explosion, but before the dust cleared Hakuto quickly flung the shield of ki forward. In mid-air it grew spikes and became perfectly round, becoming a razor sharp disk that would cut through pretty much anything.

The disk bursted through the cloud of the explosion on a direct course for Seriyu. However, the disk had another property to it that could prove to make it much more deadly. Just as it either hit or missed Seriyu, it would halt and fly to wherever Seriyu had moved to. It was like a heat-seeking razor sharp disk of death, if it were to be named by a simple child.

After the second passing the disk would come straight back to Hakuto and split into two ki swords, each falling directly into Hakuto's hands as he dashed through the remainder of the explosion's cloud. He quickly teleported behind Seriyu with a slash in an 'X' formation aimed at at his back. The after image of Hakuto, naturally created from his teleportation, continued forward and disappeared upon arrival at Seriyu. The only purpose of this was a visual distraction, for Hakuto did not know of the Dragonian's special line, or rather circle, of sight.

Just as quick as he teleported behind Seriyu, he teleported in front, sending a jab at Seriyu's stomach with his right sword. The left sword quickly formed into a shield and Hakuto sent it forward to bludgeon Seriyu in the face. To finish off the combo, Hakuto quickly backflipped a few feet back, aiming to kick Seriyu in the chin while doing so.

[hakuto]

(OOC: Autohitting, to progress thread for saga-related reasons.)

The razor sharp disk of ki flew through the cloud of smoke, cutting a clean hole through the dust and debris. Seriyu was not to be caught off guard by an attack directly in front of him though and he knew making contact with it would leave him looking like a ninja's victim, so he simply dodged it. The disk zipped by, but what Seriyu had not anticipated was the heat-seeking-like properties of the disk.

The razor sharp ki disk quickly changed courses, firing right back at Seriyu. His 360 degree vision allowed him to see it, but the change had been so quick and unexpected that it caught him in an awqward position. He quickly tried to dodge it again, but the blade skimmed him along the middle of his back. A thin cut instantly formed in his clothing, as well as his flesh about a centimeter deep. Some fresh blood quickly stained the Dragonian's outfit around the cut, but he would have no time to tend to the wound at the moment as Hakuto suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seriyu figured out this was simply an after-image, his special vision picking up on the real Hakuto behind him. Unfortunately, the wound from the ki disk managed to distract him long enough for Hakuto to already have his swords swinging down. They made an 'X' in Seriyu's back, making it appear as if he almsot had a red star on his back.

The Dragonian cringed in pain, but shrugged it off as Hakuto appeared back in front of him. He quickly parried the jab from Hakuto's sword, but this allowed Hakuto's shield to come rocketing into Seriyu's head. The Dragonian rocked backwards, trying to keep his footing, but Hakuto quickly kicked him in the chin, ending any chance of him staying on his feet.

Seriyu flew back into the leftovers of a nearby building, crashing deep into the pile of rubble, while Hakuto landed on his feet from the backflip, prefectly fine. A smirk flashed across the android's face as he suddenly leapt up a few meters into the air, absorbing his ki weapons back into his body. Upon reaching this height, Hakuto quickly waved his hand in front of him. A ripple of ki trickled behind his hand as he did, staying that way for a few moments after.

Then, the line of ki suddenly erupted into hundreds of sharp, piercing ki blasts. They all flew directly for the pile of rubble Seriyu had just landed it, piercing into it like it was a simple pin-cushion. The android looked on from above, waiting for any signs of life.

[A Dragonian]

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Little had either of the two fighters recognized, their effortless combat against each other had been watched for quite some time. Neither noticed the odd placement of a small party of people from a short distance away. Hidden behind the demolished buildings of the location, they gathered information on the two men: an android and an adult, male Dragonian.

In the group, there existed another set of four Saiyans; compared to the group that the two men had fought before, the others were child's play; these Saiyans, on the other hand, had a few distinct differences about them. Had the others been fine examples of the army's forces, then this platoon would be the elites.

Each Saiyan had a lot more freedom with their own attires compared to their weaker counter-parts, being allowed to customise certain aspects of themselves such as if they wish to wear gloves, what type of boots they wish to wear, or whether they wish to wear short arms or legs or long arms and legs. Through their vast differences, one thing remained similar: a much more up-to-date type of armor than the basic class.

The Elite's armour consisted of only one part, covering the entire body from the lower neck down to the ankles, it being made of an elastic type material that is also extremely durable and a dark shade of green, almost black.

However, no one would have noticed the attire in question-- in fact, a person walking through would not have noticed the small squadron at all! Their armors all adorn a prototype device, designed after the ideal form of stealth. The devices were so perfect that light bent around the figures, leaving no traces of any features; no blurred lines from the Saiyan's features were detected under the hidden stealth camoflauge.

The four Saiyans had their eyes fixed upon the two fighters, murmuring comments between one-another about anything they noticed. They focused on anything they could-- from the stances of the fighters, to their breathing habits, to the various attacks within their arsenals. Anything that one did, the Saiyans had recorded in their minds as data of the scenario.

The two fighters had no signs of a winner or a loser; from the other's perspectives, the fight could have gone on for hours before one would tire and the other be victorious; no signs of fatigue graced either of the fighters. Whenever one made a move, the other made a graceful counter-attack, and it went on as such for several minutes.

One Saiyan lightly guwaffed and looked to the others; his hair was the shortest, cut almost to be like a spiky mullet."Maybe they were wrong in picking an android to do a Saiyan's job..." The others laughed lightly, but low enough that no one would notice the disturbance in the air from their laughs.

"Don't blame the android," commented the only of the four Saiyans with a pair of glasses; from his appearance, one would gather him to be the smartest of the four. "That Dragonian has some force behind those fists; he makes most of the other Dragonians look like nothing."

"Quiet, both of you!" curtly ordered the leader of the four, quieting the other three instantly. His appearance was different from the entire squadron, wearing a stud earring on one ear, his persona nothing but cockiness and pride. "We need to keep a low cover, just in case those two notice us..."

Suddenly, a low humming vibration filled the air around the four, silencing even the leader at the sound; they knew the sound instantly, and the fourth Saiyan crouched down, putting a hand up to his left ear. "Talk to me," muttered the Saiyan under his breath.

The conversation was one-sided to the Saiyan, for the bones in his ear vibrated, giving him a one-sided conversation that only he would understand. "Everything's going fine...Yes, the android is keeping his own, but I fear the Dragonian...--...The Dragonian seems like he would be the stronger...Dead or alive?...Yes, sir, Admiral...

He stood up, facing his other comrades. "We have a new order; the admiral wants us to bring in the Dragonian, alive..."

"No problem," replied the first soldier. "Leave this to me..." The soldier instantly sprung to his feet, jumping up into the air; the Dragonian had just fallen upward, where he braced himself in the sky, waiting for the dust to settle and Hakuto to come after him. Little did he know, another fighter stood only twenty feet away from him.

The Saiyan smirked. Clear shot, too... With his hand outstretched, he fired a small device from his hand. It flew through the air, and landed right on target: the Dragonian's left hip. The mechanical device, once it had landed, dug into Seriyu's skin, where it released a liquid into his blood stream; the Dragonian had not felt a thing, but little did he know that he was about to lose the fight...

* * *

From where Seriyu lay, the debris and fallen rocks rested under his body; this was definetly not the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in. The sun was shining down on him, blinding him with its all-powerful rays. His eyes were not focused, but his senses told him that the other fighter stood over him.

His head throbbed, fresh blood pouring from the flesh wound onto the stones below. His back had a wound similar to a simple snowflake, the result from Hakuto's attacks against his body; the Dragonian's body had healed the wounds shut, but the scars from the blow still remained. His arms and legs felt numb, and moving them were not an option.

What had happened to the Dragonian that suddenly caused him to become Hakuto's play thing? He had not noticed the tiny metal device against his skin, which had injected the clear serum into his body. With the stealthy blow to his body, he quickly had become the victim of the effects of tranquilization. His eyes grew blurry, his body numb, and all of his senses quickly failing. The only thing that measured in his body was the pain from Hakuto's attacks. The Dragonian was almost unanimated by the time he had crashed into the building, leaving him in his rocky prison.

Hakuto stood over the fighter, where he had the plain smirk of victory on his face; he knew that below him, the Dragonian had not stirred, and to kill him would be as easy as taking candy from a young child. The android released a wave of ki, and a few seconds later, hundreds of ki needles erupted from the wave, aimed directly at Seriyu. The Dragonian sensed every attack headed his way, knowing that if he did not do something soon, his impending doom would not be a reality rather than a fiction. However, no matter how much he tried to move his ligaments, they gave him no reaction. The only thing that the Dragonian could do was close his eyes, and embrace that which would happen.

But then, the needles had stopped in their tracks; Seriyu sensed their halter. He opened his eyes, and all he saw were the tiny needles only inches from his body. Hakuto would have obviously seen the same result from his attack. The needles were suspended in animation, where they hung for a few seconds. Then, the needles came in upon themselves, where several hundred explosions occured simotaneously.

The force from the attack hit the Dragonian farther back, where his body once again hit against the rocks below him. With the blow, the Dragonian had been knocked out; he would find only temporary peace in this state; He would not feel the men grabbing him up from his stone sanctuary into their arms.

Hakuto would not see anything but a blinding flash of like from behind the smokescreen, and then nothing. When the dust settled, the Dragonian had vanished. His prescence had dissappeared from every plane: physical and sensual.

However, another figure now stood where the Dragonian once was. He hair was tall and spiky, giving him the instant promotion of being a Saiyan. In his left ear was a stud earring, and a small beard covered his face. His body was covered in a Saiyan armor, from his lower neck to his ankles; his arms were gloved, and his feet in a pair of sturdy boots. His eyes looked up at the android, and he smiled at the figure.

"I must tell you android, you made our job a lot easier...just by showing up, you took care of distracting the Dragonian." He laughed out loud, mocking the android to his face. "Thanks for playing bait; apparently, that's all you're good at."

With that, the Saiyan had vanished, leaving Hakuto all alone in the demolished city on the continent of Rues.