The Final Invasion; Deception Point

[Ryan - Loki]

Lavertia's landscape is a lush land resembling much of what legends described the Garden of Eden to be like, a utopia in every sense of the word. With both fresh-water rivers and natural lakes spanning across the length of the continent, enriching the soil and keeping the flora of Lavertia living and breathing, there comes almost no other land that can compare to this beautiful country. The enriched soil provides for excellent growing of agricultural products. Day in and day out gentle breezes dart across the landscape, ruffling the branches of an ancient oak or the rolling fields of endless grass, discontinuing the tremendous heat that the sun provides upon this land. Trees cover the horizon, no matter where you look, leaving the only difference from place to place is how densely packed the trees are amongst one another. The sunset is always a spectacular sight against the landscape, no matter where you are in Lavertia.

Bedoe, ‘The Stone Stronghold’ , a land of mountainous ranges that towers high up into the clouds above. Unlike its brother country, Lavertia, Bedoe isn’t graced with the same natural flora and fauna, or calming winds, it is laid bare to the wrath of the blistering sun and harsh conditions. Rain rarely visits the innards of the mountains, and thus the soil is dry and useless; few forms of plant can survive in this area, and the only good supply of anything is coal and mineral deposits in the mountains. The land is very rugged, as the horizon covered in jagged mountains; their peaks decorated in snow, and hollowed valleys. The land is almost completely void of natural water sources; without irrigation, some believe that it would be impossible for the inhabitants of Bedoe to survive the intense living conditions. The land naturally dips below the sea, and thus Bedoe is known for hard winters, but cool summers.

Two completely different countries, in several retrospect’s, sharing the same continent in complete contempt of each other. With both countries connecting onto each other the borderline between them both is what a person could call a ‘hybrid land’ , a mixture of the two countries in almost every sense. Alas mountainous lands and jagged rocks cover the land but as does flourishing plant life and lush grass. A cool breeze fills this land, as does the beaming heat of the suns rays, them in constant conflict of each other; but this isn’t the only conflict that’s been waged upon this land.

Many an ancient war between Lavertia and Bedoe was once fought upon this exact same land, the battle scars upon the land still slightly visible across the land, as well as slightly more recent battle scars present; the war against the Jiaoimasu samurai clan. But it seemed that these wars were not to be the last wars fought on this tainted soil, the land would have to survive the destructive power of man once more.



A thunderous, and violent, shaking vibrated through the land upon the boarder of the two countries, on the western post part of the continent. The sky was relevantly clear on the most part with the odd white cloud obscuring the sapphire sky above, an armada of dark and grey clouds off within the distance just threatening to move over the lands and rain down upon them. It was clear that it wasn’t thunder causing the tremendous noise and vibrating of the land, neither was it an earthquake, it was in fact the sound of men; thousands upon thousands of them.

As far as thee eye could see the armies of Lavertia and Bedoe had gathered in this ancient land of battle for no other reason than the reason of war, despite the current affairs of the planet. With everything that was happening on Dragonia it was only a matter of time before both countries were overrun and invaded, this was perhaps the last time both countries had to finally end this antediluvian dispute once and for all. It seemed that the kings of both countries had pretty much had exactly the same idea when it came down to this; pride, the downfall of man, the possible downfall of Dragonia.



“Sir,” a rather large man barked, standing to attention with a solute. “The armies finally moved into an attacking formation sir, all that we need now sir is the order sir. We’re ready to go sir.” The man barked again, stamping his foot with his hand still against his forehead as he continued to solute.
“At ease Serge,” King Andrak muttered, lightly saluting in return. “And thank you for informing me…do you think this’ll work?” he asked quietly. They both stood upon a slightly raised area of rock, somewhat in front of the rest of the army, as they looked on at the sight of their enemies.
“How could an idea from your intellectual mind not, sir?” Serge replied quickly, sounding as any respecting general would when speaking to his king.
“Serge…do I have to tell you again?” the king quickly retorted.
“Honestly your highness?” the king merely nodded in response. “I honestly do not know…” Serge continued. “It could go either way…” he finished, the two standing in silence for a while.
“Is there any sign of them yet?” Andrak suddenly asked.
Serge shook his head. “No sir, there has not been as of yet…but I’ve sent scouts ahead to see, they should be back any minute now.”

Meanwhile…

“Jaun! Get here now….” Isaac bellowed out into the silence of his army.
Quickly a rather short and stout man dropped what he was doing and charged off toward his king, stopping directly next to him and bowing his head. “Yes my king?” Jaun asked quietly.
“Give me your update.” Isaac demanded angrily.
“Yes sire,” Jaun quickly responded. “We just received word that the Saiyan army has now reached the continent, to the west of here to be exact. I have it on good authority that they’ll be here within no time at all…” Juan finished, placing his clipboard down by his side.
“And how do you know all of this…” Isaac slowly asked.
“We intercepted a transmission from Lavertian scouts…shortly before they were obliterated by the Saiyans…” Juan slowly replied.



Just then an even louder thumping sound echoed throughout this mountainous region, the very floor beneath everyone’s feet vibrating viciously; and it was no earthquake. Over the horizon an army of unimaginable proportions appeared, all marching in perfect unison of each other. The army was bigger than both Lavertia’s and Bedoe’s combined and having travelled across the Orre Sea the Saiyan’s had arrived from Parmecia. Shortly after appearing the Saiyan army came to a halt, a safe distance away from the armies of Lavertia and Bedoe.

“My brothers and sisters!” General Demos suddenly shouted to his mean, his back to the other two armies off within the distance. “Today, on this soil, we will finally crush the Dragonians…we will finally claim back what is rightfully ours and most of all, we will gain revenge for their crimes against our people!” he bellowed, the entire army screaming cheers of agreement. Smiling to himself Demos turned back around, his back now to his army, as he looked on at the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia. The Saiyan who was second in command under Demos moved up next to his superior. “Now…we wait. Make the preparations needed, it wont be long now…” Demos said quietly, his underling nodding and running off to carry out the orders.

[Archer]

-//- Parmecia, A few hours ago -\\-

The blur of speed that was Kilix Gyro shot across the continent, simply searching for any trace of the Saiyan scum which could be their downfall. But as he sped past the settlements and towns strewn across the continent, he could not detect any major energy signals. It seemed the continent had be almost... deserted.

Although a few signals came from each town, none were anywhere near as powerful as the indicators on his scanners had shown, only a few hours ago. But then, like running into a concrete wall at 100 miles an hour, a wave of energy hit him. He actually needed to stop for a second; the impact of this many signals after miles of nothingness almost made him dizzy.

Kilix flew on along the final stretches of the continent, following the impulse of energy as best he could; but it was not so much an energy as a blur. A powerful blur, but a blur none the less.

And when he approached the coastline of Parmecia, he saw it. And froze.

-//- The Saiyan Ranks, Now -\\-

Kilix had followed the Saiyan Army across the Orre Sea until they stopped; an unstoppable force lined up along the border to Bedoe and Lavertia. He landed on a rock, a fair way away from the Saiyans, but still at audible distance due to his Liixan hearing. His chest heaved up and down beneath his armour; the constant flying for almost a whole day without rest had taken its toll.

But Kilix didn't have much time to replenish his energy; nor did he have much opportunity. He was currently keeping his power level low, and due to the mass of power assembled here anyway, he was pretty much cloaked by the masses. But if he raised his energy much higher, they would find him in an instant.

All he could do was wait, hope Falkan and the others were coming, hope that his idiotic robot had warned Jak, Kihaku and Kiruna, and hoped to high heaven that he had enough power left to withstand the Saiyan Menace.

[Jimmy Claymore]

"I know how you feel, Gyro." Rizuk landed with a heavy crunching sound and he stood up again. He had his arms folded and his eyes firmly closed, he stepped forward with a soft sound of dust and sand moving around his feet. He stopped a few feet in front of Kilix and lowered his head, he spoke in a hushed voice so that
"I was trying to train Falkan whilst this happened, I couldn't stop it... I've been here for 2,000 years, Gyro. I've watched over this planet and a big chunk of my ego makes me think it was named after me. I want to protect it, but I failed. This is why we're beating these bastards, taking back Parmecia, and liberating Dragoni. A Dragon, A Cat, A warrior and a Walking Toaster.. THAT was his nick-name. I knew it was something witty" He sighed and opened his eyes at last, they blazed with fire and his aura seemed to crack with no energy visible but fire flickering around him. He could feel the urge to assume one of his true forms building. Judging from his motivation it'd be the most powerful of the three so he was set on that front, but so he could keep that card until last... He plunged his arm into his left fore-arm and bit his lip as he removed a huge sword, with an unpleasent sound of flesh and bone sliding by until finally he whipped out his Sword. He rested it against his shoulder and grinned at Kilix
"You ready to go, Gyro? I'm anxious to do some killing"

[Garoten Reklor]

"Anxious...to kill?"

Falkan had landed lightly behind the two, while Vi'drek climbed higher to make a sweep over the army and get a view of the situation. The comment was more musing that disbelief. Reval had seen the same things that had angered Kilix on the journey here, and his repsonse was no less intense than the Lixian's...if anything, his anger was greater. The senseless destruction, the slaughter of countless innocent men, women, and even children...it was all familiar to the V'alcan Warrior. He had been battling a similar evil in his own world. It seemed that evil would find a way to rear its foul head anywhere and everywhere it was not stopped. Dragonia was no different. All of Falkan's emotions were now focused into one. Raw, blinding rage. He held back his transformations for the time being. For now he felt it best to keep his true power hidden.

"I'm as ready to punish these walking piles of refuse as you are, Rizuk. But we wait for the other. He may not be trustworthy, but he's powerful. Not that I need his help any more than I need anyone's. Still, we wait."

The others wouldn't have to look hard to see that waiting was the last thing Falkan wanted to do. His right hand gripped the hilt of Rhiannon, and his left fist was clenched tightly. A slight wind swirled around the V'alcan in spite of his desire to keep his power down. He surveyed the Saiyan army quietly for a long moment, then whispered in a voice so hate-filled that it came out more like a growl:

"Their commanders are on the back lines. Cowards! Someone, I think Kilix or myself, ought to target them first. The others of us need to destroy as many other of the invaders as possible."

He nodded toward the Bedoan and Lavertian armies across the way, on the other side of the mob of Saiyans.

"We will draw the Saiyan's attention away from the Dragonians. Give them a chance to strike at the enemy's flanks...or flee. If the fools have any sense, they will run and never look back. If they have any courage, they will strike at the opportune moment and stop them here. Either way, we will give them a chance to act."

A crunching sound beside them signaled Pravent's arrival. Once he reported he was ready for the fight, the four would begin their assault. Falkan didn't know about the others, but he doubted any of them would survive this.

[Tidus Revok]

Pravent's mood had changed completely since leaving Bedoe. The trauma of his long-ago being turned half-android had permanently scarred his personality. Sometimes he just got in moods...

But the flight from Bedoe, to Parmecia, and now back to the Bedoe border had bought Praven'ts Victorean side back to normal. He could not believe what the Saiyans had done to Dragonia, and like the other three fighters, he was ready to make them pay.

"That sounds like a good plan to me." he proclaimed upon landing. "I'll help in the mass destruction department. That happens to be my specialty. And by the way," he turned to Rizuk, "I can help you amplify your fire if the kitten there hasn't thought of anything yet. I'm able to manipulate and control energy of any kind. You shoot some flame, and I can turn it into an even bigger inferno that you can imagine."

As if to demonstrate, he formed an energy ball that hovered over his right palm, then shaped it into a small replica of a Saiyan. Which promptly blew itself up in a miniature firestorm.

"By the way, sorry I attacked you that one day. Sometimes I just get in these moods...anyway, I really am here to help."

Pravent didn't mean to annoy or anger people. It just happened sometimes. Out of this group, it looked like the man in the black cloak was the only one who hadn't seemed angry at him so far. Only now the man looked furious.

"So...shall we start the slaughter?"

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk raised an eyebrow and said
"All is forgiven" in a voice dripping with sarcasm "Don't worry about it. Reval and Gyro, you guys take out any real dangers of enhanced strength. With this guy, I probably have the widest destruction potential but it's essential I'm left to gather more power. If I unleash my Nuclear Carnage ability at the centre of their army we can eliminate nearly everyone in one sweep. THAT should be enough to do some good damage" Rizuk smiled with his fangs and snapped his fingers bones, he swung the sword around a bit and shouted out
"Hey, Reval. Catch" Rizuk pitched his sword at Falkan so he could catch it. Once he did he should feel a certain surge of power from Rizuk's trademark weapon. It had only been used by one other mortal, that kid Damian, and it allowed him enough ability as a normal human to stand against an attack like this. Falkan should be outstanding, he sat down cross-legged and sighed. He closed his eyes and said slowly
"Guy whose not Reval or Gyro... I don't know you're name... I need you to guard me as I build power then give me a lift to attack from the air. This'll only work once and it needs to damage their forces so we can go and get their bosses." Rizuk began to flicker with flames and he focused on his flames and energies.

[manachan]

Damn straight it was.

Standing upon a hillside was a single woman...
A woman with cybernetic ears and arms, holding a rapier and a shield. Someone had just joined the fight. And that someone was not alone. Stepping overtop the hill came a multitude of warriors, easily an army...

The army was hellish and alien, each larger of body than any saiyan warrior present there, their carapaces like plates of ruby glistening in the daylight. Raising her rapier, the woman on the hill shifted from the form of a dragonian to that of a terrible alien creature, unfolding and standing to her full height around the same or at least similar to those of the soldiers behind her.

She let out an aweful cry, the sonic reverberation seeming to encourage the warriors to let loose a cry similar to the tortured moan of hundreds of tortured souls from the gaping, burning maw of the depths of hell itself. They were rallying, the ground quaking in response to their intimidating cry, in perfect unision.

The Army of Alundera had come, a distinct insignia marked on the backs of their carapaces...

Without so much as a command, the alien woman floated above the line, and motioned her rapier at the saiyan encampents. The army that had so fully attacked the world she had come to love... vaugely, she could feel her old tendancies reawakening in her heart... they always did when she got mad enough... when she wanted to kill enough. The war was at hand, and she could taste it.

Advancing foreward toward the dragonian encampment in rank and file, Mana flying at the forefront, glowing with power as she grinned in her natural form. The army she brought with her, the manifestations of her imagination, were quite ready to go.

As she approached the no doubt on edge dragonians, she landed and strode toward them, as she walked she was slowly turning back into a dragonian form, until at last she stood before them, smiling. "Alundera remembers that it is part of this world." she said simply, giving a shallow bow. "And I remember my allegiances. I am glad to fight alongside such brave men and women in defense of our world." she said. The army behind her formed ranks and stood before them as well. "How may I help you best?"

[damian]

"This is it." Damian said aloud, as if to himself. The battle had begun and the remaining warriors of Dragonia had thrown themselves full force into the awaiting jaws of war, none of them showing the slightest hesitation. But Damian's unholy powers gave him a better perception, and he felt the hopelessness and waste of this battle. That was why he had appeared.

Kiruna was there for a similar reason. He had been a part of several battles, all across, the globe, but not it had all cultivated into one climax. There was no way he would miss this, and abandon his allies upon Dragonia. Which is why he announced his arrival with a deafening battle-cry, landing next to Rizuk. "I am here, Rizuk! Tell me my orders!" He charged his aura into a blinding spectacle, then waited for Rizuk's reply.

Damian smirked at Kiruna's arrival and clicked his fingers. Abeci appeared out of thin air and asked,
"Shall we join them, my liege?" Damian eyed the battle suspiciously, as if weighing it up in his mind, then nodded his consent. The two of them flew down, also next to Rizuk, and Abeci said,
"I shall head into the thick of it, my lord."
"Good luck Abeci." She looked at Damian, but his face betrayed no signs of emotion. He was frowning, concentrating on the coming storm. Abeci nodded and smiled gratefully, then flew so that she was above the Saiyans. She did not make an attakc however, but challenged the Saiyans.
"ATTACK ME FOOLS! FACE THE WRATH OF THE UNDERWORLD!"

"Tell me where I'm needed, Dragonboy. I'll play re-enforcements for now." Damian crossed his arms, and waited. Kiruna eyed him then turned and growled,
"What are you doing here?" Damian shrugged arrogantly, just a light gesture of his shoulders, but the message was clear. None of your business. Kiruna turned back to face the tides of enemy, roaring yet again in the hope of terrorizing the Saiyans and lower morale. He was trying to keep a flicker of hope alive in his own heart, but the battle did indeed look a terrifying sight. But Kiruna would not back down. Not ever.
"Such a battle..." Damian reflected to himself, "I've never seen the like. Our side possibly makes the smallest army in existence, while there's is a titanic amount of soldiers, all hardened warriors, capable of destroying planets. If the legends are true, that is. And yet you all stand against them. Like heroes. Like legends yourselves." He chuckled to himself, then uncrossed his arms and his aura burst into sparkling life. He transformed into his Full Devil form, the hair growing, the claws appearing, and he roared,
"Come then Saiyans! Make me LEGEND!" The battle still had yet to begin, but if the psychological attacks of both Damian and Kiruna could lower morale, it would surely tip the scales towards Dragonia's favour.

[dimitri]

It was interesting to say the least, watching a standstill of a war. It was something he hadn't seen for a long time and now it seemed the fate of the entire planet rested on this battle. Shaking his head, Ordell sat atop one of the mountains off in the distance, looking down on the battlefield. "Meaningless," he whispered so far from the commotion that not a soul could hear him. He ran his fingers through the grass and smiled as the dew felt cool against his fingertips. Despite the war that was ravaging the planet, he was quite comfortable and felt like he could find a home here, if only he could have a home.

His fingers clenched around the blades of grass as he pushed himself up and got ready to go down to the battlefield. In all reality, he didn't want to anymore. Wars have been all he has known for his entire life, his masters sending him from battle to battle and never letting him rest. He traced the necklace around his neck and growled as he felt where the jewel was imbedded and attached to him. As he finally made it to his feet, he pulled the blades of grass out to the root and threw them aside.

Pulling his blade off his back, the immediate area around him became darker as he focussed his energy. With a single quick slash into the air, a tear formed right in front of him, shining brightly from the edges but being pitch black on the inside of the cut. Placing the blade on his back again, he stepped through the tear and into the spacial dimension that he was so familiar with now.

He walked down the mountain, unseen, unheard, unsensed by anybody as long as he remained in the dimension. He walked directly between the two armies and stared them both down, or he would have anyway. With a heavy sigh, he moved further down to what may be called the sidelines of the battle. For a while, he intended to watch, the time for him to enter the battle would reveal itself and right now, he was fine relaxing without a care in the world.

[Archer]

Kilix pretended to listen intently as the Dragon God waffled on about Toasters and such; after knowning the being but a few hours he found that Rizuk did this a lot. It was not until there was an ominous crunching sound that Kilix took real notice, turning to see the dragon pulling a relativly large sized sword from his arm.

"You ready to go, Gyro? I'm anxious to do some killing..."
"Anxious... to kill?" came the next familiar voice, as Falkan landed on the rock beside him.
"I'm as ready to punish these walking piles of refuse as you are, Rizuk. But we wait for the other. He may not be trustworthy, but he's powerful. Not that I need his help any more than I need anyone's. Still, we wait."

Kilix noted this as a good plan; as the saiyans obviously knew, there's power in numbers. Peering over the edge of the rock again, Kilix noted the main thing that Falkan obviously did also;
"Their commanders are on the back lines. Cowards! Someone, I think Kilix or myself, ought to target them first. The others of us need to destroy as many other of the invaders as possible." Without diverting his eyes, Kilix spoke immediatly. "Let me. Mass destruction isn't my scene; one on one fighting on the other hand... They wont stand a chance..."

There was a moments pause before Falkan spoke again. "We will draw the Saiyan's attention away from the Dragonians. Give them a chance to strike at the enemy's flanks...or flee. If the fools have any sense, they will run and never look back. If they have any courage, they will strike at the opportune moment and stop them here. Either way, we will give them a chance to act."

Kilix's head tilted forwards slightly; a small sign of his agreement. This was not the time for too many words. However, it seemed that this was being ignored as the Android returned to the scene. "That sounds like a good plan to me.I'll help in the mass destruction department. That happens to be my specialty. And by the way, I can help you amplify your fire if the kitten," Kilix's eyes shot at the Android with a look that could melt Diamond, "there hasn't thought of anything yet. I'm able to manipulate and control energy of any kind. You shoot some flame, and I can turn it into an even bigger inferno that you can imagine."

Pravent's next words, however, seemed to sum up the feeling of all assembled.

"So...shall we start the slaughter?"

Kilix, once again, simply tilted his head in response, as his furry finger pressed lightly on the button on his belt, as a small item fell out. Clasping it in his hands, he waited. Kilix cocked his head to the side, looking Falkan directly in the eye.

"See you in hell, Friend."

With this, possibly his last words, he vaulted over the rock, and flew off towards the Saiyan ranks. A flick of his wrist sent the familiar device straight into the bulk of Saiyan warriors, as a small digital dial counted down the numbers. That should deal a blow, thought Kilix.

Heading straight for the first Saiyan general, and saying nothing, Kilix pulled back a clenched fist. He was going to make this one count...

Just before the blow was struck, Damian's cry wracked the battlefield.

"Come then Saiyans; make me LEGEND!"

You and me both, Kilix's inner thoughts echoed, You and me both...

[Garoten Reklor]

Refusing to give up the honor of being first into battle, even to a noble creature like Kilix, Falkan leaped forward and landed a few feet behind the Saiyan's rear line. His power level, previously hidden, he unleashed as he went through both of his transformations in a matter of seconds. The sudden, massive increase in a power directly behind them cause the invaders to turn suddenly in surprise as their scouters beeped and trilled.

A short man, shrouded in a black cloak and a shadowy aura, glared at the Saiyan's with flaming blue eyes. An intense wind swirled around the figure as his power continued to build. While the Saiyans looked him over, no doubt sizing up the challenge, he spoke:

"You have invaded a planet that was not your own. You have taken untold millions of innocent lives and enslaved free peoples by the thousands! You thought yourselves an undefeatable foe! You were wrong."

Reval slowly stuck out his right foot and drew a line in the dirt before him with the toe of his boot.

"It's over. This is the line! This far, no farther, Saiyans!"

With a flash of blades and a look of intense hate, Rhiannon and the Dragonblade were drawn and ready.

"Come one. Cross the line. I want you to, filfth."

[Ryan - Loki]

Slowly but surely the full extent of the Saiyan lines actually came into view, or at least a large majority of them did as the remaining soldiers were further away than the average Dragonian eye could see, or at least that’s how it was from the angle the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia were standing in wait. Currently the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia were standing at a face-off, the colossal Saiyan forces off to the west of them seemingly watching what was about to be a most devastating war, to say the least.

The arrival of a small group of what seemed to be freedom fighters, the last few upon the planet, didn’t seem to have the sort of affect on Saiyan lines as they had most probably hoped for, the last five to six lines, and none other, of the army turning around to focus upon the miniscule group; none other except general Demos of course. Looking back over the Saiyan lines Demos could see everything as clear as day. A small sigh escaped his lips, a sigh of great annoyance. “These people…why don’t they just give up?” he muttered angrily.
“Sir!” a rather short Saiyan shouted out as he came dashing over toward the general, skidding to a stop just off in front of him. The General turned his head slightly to side-glance off toward the out-of-breath soldier. “A group of freedom fighters have just appeared off of our rear and are in an attempt to flank us-”
“Yes. I am aware of this…” the general suddenly interrupted.

Just then the sudden “What the-?!” from a few of the soldiers standing on the front line of the army, and several of them pointing off directly in front of them too, caused Demos to revert his attention behind him out into what he knew should have been the void between the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia, but this void was no longer empty. The once empty space was now filled with ANOTHER army of strangers, although these ones felt different somehow, almost as if they were all somewhat the same. “Now what…who the hell are these people?” Demos growled; his patients were beginning to wear thin on the entire situation.



The two armies of Bedoe and Lavertia were still facing each other off, not moving or stirring even in the slightest bit, both seemingly not wanting to attack each other, or waiting for the perfect moment to obliterate their target; it was hard to tell. The two armies were several thousands of metres away from each other in actual truth; they’re probably being just under a mile or two between them, it being hard to tell.

Slowly but surely another sizeable force immerged from the horizon line, only this time it was on the opposite side from the Saiyan army. Within a minute or so, the timing being relatively quick for the movement of any army, the army had reached roughly the same distance away from the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia as the Saiyan forces had done, the four armies forming an extremely loose square, before a single person, more than likely the leader of the masses, moves across the battlefield toward the Lavertian King.

Upon reaching the King, or at least upon reaching a distance which was deemed fit under the circumstances, the strange woman spoke. For a few brief moments silence remained the key factor within the air, before Serge stepped forward to speak, the king merely placing his hand out in front of him informing him, within his own way, that it wasn’t necessary and he’d handle it; at least that’s what Serge read from the gesture. “You may best be of help out of the way general of Alundera,” Andrak stated coldly. “…This is a private war, a war that’s been going on since before my fathers father was born…it is a war that you do not belong in.” he continued, not even taking his eyes off of the Bedoen lines to look at her while he spoke. “No dishonour intended, but leave this battlefield…until the time is right.” Andrak finally finished with, his voice cold and emotionless; perfectly prepared for the trails ahead.



Demos sighed a heavy sigh as the saw a lone figure move away from this new army and move off toward the lines of Lavertia. “Foolish person…can’t they see they’re interrupting something beautiful?” Demos spat, quickly laughing afterwards. Quickly he turned toward the solider once more. “Have they made any attempt to foolishly attack this machine of an army?”
The solider was about to reply when he suddenly focused on something flying above the army, a small furry looking blur, and then an even smaller red blip falling from the air. “I believe so sir…” he muttered softly.
Demos jerked his head up toward the red blip, noticing it immediately. “Heh…and so it begins…” he muttered.

“Soldiers!” He suddenly bellowed out to his ranks. “Start up your engines!” he finished, pointing his hand up toward the blip. Instantly every last Saiyan within the army looked up toward the falling red light, quite obviously some sort of explosive device. As it fell down toward the Saiyan forces it suddenly exploded in mid-air, the explosion forcing a shield into view; it tinted somewhat red in colour. Demos smirked as he looked back over his shoulder. “Now its your turn boys…” he muttered while looking off toward armies of the two remaining dominant countries.



“Sir…what say you?” Serge slowly questioned, looking up at his king.
The King remained silent for a few brief while looking over toward the people, and King, of his neighbouring country. With a heavy sigh the King turned around to face his men, each and ever last one of them suddenly falling silent. “Men of Lavertia!” Andrak suddenly began. “I speak to you now not as your King, but as one of you, a Dragonian, a son of Lavertia, a man who’s loved ones and home are in great peril.” he continued, taking a few paces to his right. “To say I am not frightened for what the near future will hold for us all would be a lie and a dishonour to the brave deed we are all about to take on, and that I would not do. In truth I am terrified…terrified of our opponents? Somewhat. Terrified of the gargantuan disadvantage we face or the fact we are greatly outnumbered? Perhaps. Terrified that I may die? A little…but what I am most terrified about is losing what I hold closest to my heart, the people I love…that means ALL of you.” he shouted, moving back into his original position. “So I ask you now, not order you, to stand along side me in our greatest ever struggle to stop all those who oppose us…Dragonian and Saiyan alike! Fight with me my people, my brothers!” the king finished, raising his hands up into the air. Instantly the entire army, every last man and boy, screamed out in unison for their king, every single last one of them behind him fully and willing to sacrifice their life for the greater good; the shouts and screams louder than anything you’d have ever heard on Dragonia.

“…Sir?” Serge motioned quietly.
Slowly Andrak unsheathed his blade, the metal softly scratching against the sheath. “Yes…now.”

Meanwhile…

“PEOPLE OF MY GREAT COUNTRY!” Isaac suddenly erupted with. “WE ARE FACED WITH EVIL TIMES AND HARD DECISIONS, BUT DO NOT FAULTER IN YOUR EFFOTS AND DEEDS FOR IT IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD, THE GREATER GOOD OF DRAGONIA AND MORE IMPORTANTLY THE GREATER GOOD OF OUR PEOPLE!” He screamed, the army screaming with him. “WE WILL SLAUGHTER ANYONE WHO STANDS IN OUR WAY, RIGHT? RIGHT? YEA! LONG LIVE BEDOE!!!” He screamed once more, his men screaming louder than ever.

It hadn’t been quite the same speech as Andrak but it had been enough, and exactly the right type of speech for his men. Quickly Isaac pulled free Koyorjaal, his broadsword, from his back and pointed it out in front of him and off toward the Lavertian army.
“Is it time your highness?” Juan asked, placing his hand upon the hilt of his sword. Isaac merely nodded.

“Now my brothers! We fight together, and we die together! CHARGE!” “LET THE SLAUGHTER BEGIN BEDOE, CHARGE!”

The two countries, lead by their respective kings, charged toward each other as fast as their Dragonian legs could carry them, the men of each army screaming and shouting as they charged into war against each other, and quite possibly their deaths; both sides completely ignoring the presence of the army of Alundera, the Saiyan forces and the small group of powerful freedom fighters.

The two armies continued to charge toward each other with their kings out on the forefront, blades drawn. As the two, now a good fifty to hundred metres ahead of their men, reached spitting distance they both shouted out to each other. “Lets finish this Andrak!” Isaac bellowed out. “Indeed, lets!” Andrak quickly retorted. Instantly both swung their blades, their men having caught up somewhat with them by this point, but as both blades collided the immense force sent a shockwave out across the area that all would feel, causing the nearby men to falter slightly in their charge, before both armies seemingly engulfed each other and began the war that would decide everything once and for all.



“Perfect…” Demos muttered smugly, turning back toward his men and the freedom fighter just off behind them. “I want two regiments to take care of those troublesome freedom fighters once and for all!” he bellowed out over his men before turning back to watch the war that was beginning to unfold in front of him. “…And now it’s just a matter of time…” he finished, with a grin.

“A line is there?” a skinny tall Saiyan spat as he, and the rest of the back regiment stepped out from within the barrier that had been set up around the Saiyan forces. “Well lookie at that guys, this freak and his friends think they can all of us on their lonesome.” instantly the regiment began laughing. “Don’t think we don’t know who you guys are…you’re those bastards who tried to liberate Nasrad and Guardinia…aren’t you?” the Saiyan didn’t wait for a reply however. “Well don’t make any mistake…those Saiyan’s may have been powerful, but they had nothing on us.”
With that suddenly said every single last one of the regiment flashed a golden colour as all of them, seemingly effortless, transformed into Super Saiyan’s. Instantly their power had jumped tenfold, these Saiyan’s almost twice as powerful as the Saiyan’s that the freedom fighters would have fought at the earlier points in the invasion; they were not bluffing. With this done every last Saiyan looked smugger than ever before, their bodies and faces illuminated by the golden glow of their aura.

Without waiting for anyone to speak or attack the first row of the Regiment knelt down and threw both arms forward toward Falkan, the next row aiming their arms above the first row, the third row past the shoulders of the second, and the rows behind aiming slightly up to fight off any aerial attacks. Instantly the front rows began firing a machinegun of ki blast off toward Falkan.



With a small flicker of flame, high above the battle below, a fire suddenly began to burn viciously, until the humanoid figure came slightly more into view. The fire began to burn for a few moments before fading away as if all oxygen had been cut off from it, it then left the figure floating there while looking down at the unfolding chaos below; it was Loki.

He had arrived just in time to see the two kings clash swords and then the two armies seemingly mere into one, like water flowing against more water. In the past it would have been the brave men of Jiaoimasu samurai clan who would have been huddled up within a circle in-between the two armies, fighting them both until they stopped the war against each other but those days were seemingly now just a mere memory of days long since past, the once great Jiaoimasu samurai clan having been wiped off the face of Dragonia; Ryan and Loki were the last of their people, now Loki being the last Samurai.

Bedoe and Lavertia had joined forces within the past to obliterate the samurai and now, in Dragonia’s hour of need, they had turned on each other settle a foolish dispute? It was this that angered Loki more than anything, the fact that they would join forces to slaughter the people who had served them for thousands upon thousands of years but not to save themselves, their planet, and their race from complete extinction. “Those selfish bastards…” he muttered angrily to himself. For the time being he remained high above everyone else, out of sight where no one other than someone who was purposely looking for him, would find him, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

[damian]

Before Falkan could suffer any damage from the first regiment, Kiruna appeared in front of him and threw his arms across at straight angles, in a large defensive movement. He created a powerful Ki bubble that encased himself and Falkan, shielding them from the barrage. But the force of the attack was much stronger than Kiruna expected, and he was faltering already.
"Grr... Damn it, they are indeed strong... But I will overcome this!" And with that yell, he transformed, the Ki bubble crackling with bright white power, and shining enough to hopefuly dazzle a few attackers. Kiruna was now in his Giga Shadiohurcan stage and, with this added power, he could manage the defense slightly easier. But only slightly, and he was going to need support.
"Damian! Aid me!" However, his request for support fell on deaf ears to Damian, who merely smirked back up at Kiruna then crossed his arms like a corpse and formed a Ki ball in each before firing.
"CHAOS CANNON!" With the added power of his Full Devil form, the pitch black blast was far more powerful than normal, and stronger than the simple blasts fired by the Super Saiyans. The Chaos Cannon was aimed at their assembled ranks, and Damian fired it diagonally, so it didn't even phase Kiruna, who was too busy focussing upon keeping himself and Falkan alive. Having fired the blast, Damian looked up at his vassal.

Abeci looked down at her master with her telepathic link and, feeling the emotions he conveyed, knew his order.
"At once, my liege." Then she moved so that her entire body was lined straight like an arrow, both her arms extended and his fingers lined up. She aimed this at the Saiyans who had formed their impressive attacking shape then she let out a long, echoing scream. A huge blast seemed to generate from every one of her pours and roared down on the Saiyans from above, a bright shining rose colour that dyed the ground around them. This was just after Damian's attack and, hopefully, threw them off their first wave strategy. Before they could retaliate to the possibly over-extended Abeci, she had teleported away, landing next to Damian.
"Well done Abeci. Now concentrate on healing, alright?" Abeci nodded her consent, then Damian looked out to the fast beggining war between Lavertia and Bedoe's armies. He sighed and shook his head. Any hope for re-enforcements had been lost there.
"Warriors of Dragonia! We are on our own! Lavertia and Bedoe have abandoned us! FIGHT ON!" he yelled to his allies and, to strengthen his words, he began his own barrage on the Saiyans, thrusting both his palms forward and letting loose with Ki blast after Ki blast. They wouldn't do much damage, but they would distract and irritate. Kiruna, still protecting himself and Falkan, also found a way to kepe the Saiyans busy. Extending his telekinesis out to the ground at the Saiyan's feet, with a huge pull he ripped the ground up, hopefully sending a tremour through their ranks and causing disarray.
Keep this up, Kiruna... he thought to himself as he made his first offensive attempt.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk knew that they had a qide range of people here to help them now and he grinned amidst the swirling multitude of flames, the area he was sitting in smouldered and burned around, a few things seemed to wither from the radioactive side-effects. His hands were cupped and he had his eyes firmly closed as the flames raged and licked around him, he began to snarl as he sensed Falkan in danger, his sword was a powerful item but was linked inextricably to his soul, whoever held it gained a portion of his powers and also allowed him to mentally link with them. Being honest, which, let's face it, he never would be, this was a common skill and many weapons had been extracted from defeated Dragons but Rizuk's had always been a little bit different and special. He felt Kiruna try and help Falkan and grinned, the huge metal creatures that were blocking out attacks him helped, definitely, Pravent was there too to give him a lift up as well so he could attack from the sky. He wasn't making any delusions about it, this attack would wipe him out. The fall-out alone would eliminate any normal life-form and he was only just enough above normal to not die. He sighed and almost let the flames stop, giving up would save him so much trouble. He'd only damaged a few blades of grass and a tree so far from where he was sitting, in the shade of a short but heavily leaved tree that was now burning merrily and turning to a blackened husk with his power. If he unleashed this attack, he would almost certainly damage this country inextricably, only a wish from a True Dragon would reverse this. But he knew that if he didn't the invaders would win, these people who violated the lives of countless others on this planet and many more. If these people held so little opinion of life... He couldn't let them win. His aura began to intensify and he focused his mind on something else

The Dragons had gathered around a mountain top in Bedoe, it was a volcano as they soon discovered and most were treating it as a kind of jacuzi, sitting and pathing in it, huge reptilian forms gargling with pleasure at the feeling of the warm lava on their scales. Their leader, the Black Dragon Hedex, sat up suddenly and took off her sunglasses. She leapt out and with a powerful beat of her wings shook off the molten Rock. She soared upwards then plummeted down to find a young man in a black martial arts robe practicing an attack. She landed besides him and sighed which sounded like a monster snarling in her dragon form, the young man sighed and held his fore-head
"What do you want Hedex?"
"Rizuk, you need to take a break, You will master your own Nuclear manuveur at some point, you can't force it"
"I will! I need it!"
"For what, Rizuk?"
"I...I want to protect people..." Rizuk paced forward and folded his arms angrily
"Look at you! Your 1000 not 100, you can sulk because you haven't mastered a move yet?"
"Grrr, You know what? I'm gonna keep at it, the kid I'm fused with, Tero, he used to think Chaos was a hero, I want to live up to that" Hedex sighed and flapped away back towards the volcano to warm down as the young Rizuk resumed his training

Rizuk was sitting down in a circle of ash and destruction, flames were licking and shifting around him "I can do this, I have learnt how to, I mastered it, now I need to push the limit" Rizuk was glad it was Pravent and these things watching him, now if it did get out of control then they wouldn't be killed by the radiation that he would give off. The flames intensifed and he suddenly a glowing bright flame on the ground that was blinding in it's brilliance and heat, the grass around was either scorched into nothingness or blackened and warped by the radiation he was giving off, but all this was nothing compared to how he looked inside the flaming aura he had. His skin was being burnt and stripped off by flickering winds as it blasted up, thick streaks twisted and blackened into nothingness exposing the brilliant, blood red scales that covered his real body. They reflected the light and were even bright in the peak of the fire. The burning crucible of flame had scorched off most of his face and half of it was now dragon-like, red-scaled and looking feral. His clothes had vanished as he no longer had the mental strength to generate the illusion of clothing he did mentally after they were burnt off by the fire. He was sitting there and his pink skin was matched by equal parts of red-scales. The guards were shielded as best they could be but everywhere else was burning with flames, trees were dropping their leaves and falling over as burning wrecks in the desolated area as the fire controlled itself more. Rizuk was struggling to hold it in as the power escalated...

[hakuto]

It was an interesting sight to see. Two armies of the same race were meeting, ready to throw their whole world and race into extinction for a simple matter of pride. At the same time, an even larger army of invaders was about to destroy them all. The sight amused Hakuto as he wondered how pathetic Dragonians could possibly be. The android was compeltely hidden from view, standing on a ledge of a nearby mountain to the soon-to-be all-out war zone. His body was completely covered by his pitch black cloak, not moving even in the slightest at the moment. Hakuto simply waited as all of the various fighters in this world began to pool into the scene. He knew this would be a battle of epic preportions and he knew he would have to enter it at the right time.

After a stand-still for a while, the war began with the two Dragonian armies rushing at each other with full force. The two armies collided and their existance in this world would most likely be taken away by the end of it all. Meanwhile, the Saiyan army found itself having to deal with a few of the stonger fighters in Dragonia. These were the same warriors Hakuto fought along side of not too long ago, but now he had changed his "priorities". He was now on the Saiyan side and he would help them when the time was right. For now, he simply watched and waited, his turn to make a move soon to come.