The Final Invasion; Deception Point

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan frowned when a new warrior leapt in front of him and threw up a shield. It wasn't that his help was unappreciated...it just wasn't needed. The Falkan behind Kiruna flickered and faded after a few seconds - it was only an image. The real Falkan was even now far above the army of Saiyans, in the talons of Vi'drek. The second the Saiyans had moved to attack, he had made a strategic re-deployment. The putrid, stagnant mounds of living debris that called themselves warriors had done the most suicidal thing possible:

They had stepped over his line.

He hid his power level again, taking note of the shield the Saiyans had erected over the main force. The others might be occupied with the two regiments tasked to face him, but Reval was smarter than to be thrown off of his own attack. At his signal - just a small shift of weight - Vi'drek let go. In seconds, Falkan had turned himself from a head over heels tumble into a straight downward hurtle. Rhiannon he had extended in front of him with his left hand, the Dragonblade poised to attack behind him in his right. So far the Saiyans hadn't seemed to notice him...that was good. As he plummeted toward the center of the army, Reval began to feed energy into the Dragonblade for a massive blast to be released the second he entered the shield. He was counting on the element of surprise. Rhiannon's ability to analyze and negate energy on contact was his ace in the hole. The sword would easily punch through the shield, allowing the charged Dragonblade to unleash some havoc on the surprised invaders. The initial blast would be followed up with a flurry of rapid-fired seeking beams, each locked onto a specific Saiyan. And that was all before he hit the ground. As soon as his feet made contact with the land, or whatever unforunate Saiyan didn't get out of his way, Falkan planned on realm-bending an icy wind in hopes of freezing some of the Saiyans in place, then launching an all-out assault with the two swords. Teleportation and Vi'drek remained as emergency escape hatches, should things not go as planned.

He was nearly uon the shield now. Comitted to his plan for surprise, the V'alcan warrior made not a sound. Instead, he focused inward, letting his hatred for the Saiyans and his rage for the innocent dead build and feed his energy. He was already far beyond what he once considered his limits, and there was no sign of letting up any time soon. He had overcome every enemy he had ever faced, save one. And if he survived this, that one would fall upon his return to Reval. But that would come in its own time. The challenge at hand consumed him, and his rage grew even more. Rhiannon's tip made contact with the shield...In moments he would be upon the foolish Saiyans, and they would discover what their weaker brothers-in-arms on the scouting parties and in Nasrad had learned:

No Saiyan is a match for a ticked off V'alcan.

[Tidus Revok]

Pravent was bored.

Floating above Rizuk as a meat shield while he charged up his power was not his idea of a good time, in spite of all the delicious excess energy he wasd soaking up. He watched with mild disinterest as the Saiyans fired an impressive volley and Kiruna arrived just in time to save Falkan. He chuckled when Falkan disappeared to who knows where, leaving Kiruna and Damian to their own devices. Then he had a twistedly fun idea.

"hey Rizuk! You just keep charging for a sec. I'll be right back!" he shouted then was gone before Rizuk could answer. He flew over to the Saiyan's who weren't busy attacking or defending at the moment and landed a good ways in front of them, arms crossed.

"Hey, meatheads!" Several of the Saiyan's turned to see him. "That's right, I'm talking to you, dirt-childs. Why don't you try that energy shooting trash on me? Come on, take your best shots! I won't even put up a shield. Any takers?"

He really hoped there were a few. If they made any move to launch an actual physical attack, Pravent would just fly back to his place and take pot shots at them along with the soliders gaurding Rizuk. But if the Saiyans did what he wanted and shot beams...then it would get fun. He smirked and waited for their repsonse.

[Archer]

Kilix cast an eye towards his grenade, waiting intently for its impact as he flew through the air. What surprised him, however, was the fact that it did nothing. The capsule exploded, as expected, but the blast was cut off immediatly by a shimmering red shield. Kilix stopped in his path for a moment as he observed the shield for a moment.

"Interesting..." he muttered. But before he could do much else, the sound of hundreds of Ki blasts tearing their path through the air was heard. He looked towards Falkan, who was under barrage by the Saiyan warriors. However, he was soon on the offensive and Kiruna on the defence, as he put up his Energy Shield to protect himself and his comrade.

This assault gave Kilix an idea. After all; the best defence is a good offense. He unclenced his fists, as his Micro-Shields burst into life. They wouldn't be at their best, with Kilix drained for energy, but they would be more than enough. Launching himself towards the Saiyan ranks, he raised his arms, and braced.

He burst into the barrage at an angle; meaning a few blasts caught he legs, but his Dulvar armour prevented major damage, and turned towards the Saiyans. His shields, as he predicted, started to deflect the Ki blasts off in various direcion as he pushed through the line of fire.

Soon he was close enough to the Saiyans, who wouldn't see him due to their own firing, and would not sense his energy because of the excess of their own. Moving one shield to cover his whole body, he deactivated the other and pulled it back as a fist, aiming for the lanky Saiyan that started the attack.

Bracing himself for the pain, he deactivated the other shield, immediatly being hit by many Ki blasts, but he powered onwards. His fist shot forwards, straight for the Saiyan's solar-plexus; A direct hit could cause death immediatly. A hard enough hit could knock him backwards, disrupting the whole line of fire.

But as soon as the strike was struck, Kilix's energy debt caught up with him. With a momentary pause and a gasp of pain, he was flung backwards, shooting backwards out of the Saiyan's fire, and hitting the rock on which he originally set up camp with force. He winced; nearly cried out, as his spine creaked earily under the pressure. After an agonising moment, he dropped to the floor, panting for breath.

Hopefully, he'd bought his comrades a moments time to attack. He just hoped they wouldn't waste it...

[lara]

Lavertia, a beautiful place that no matter how untouched by man, how peaceful it appeared to be, there was always something extra - something else that could never make ordinary. Something no one could explain. Maybe it was the constant rustling in the trees that made it almost seem to come alive, to be full of life despite no one being there to make it so. No, Lara-Leigh knew where she belonged. And this was most certainly not it.

The sun beamed down onto this breathtaking land, highlighting the mixtures of stunning colours this landscape had to offer. Off into the distance were a group of trees; these provided shadow – all Lara-Leigh needed.

From these shadows emerged a figure – quite distinctively female. Dressed in only black, she took a step out of the shadows and into the light. The sun hit her with a powerful blast of heat, absorbed further with the black. Lara-Leigh looked around, expecting to see the Saiyan army. Instead of being greeted with the carnage she’d so become accustomed to, she was greeted with the screams and bangs she’d associate with a battle – bringing back vivid images in her mind. She could smell the blood, but longed to see from whom it had shed from…

She turned around. Nothing. Where were they?

But then she noticed a figure, high in the sky and off into the distance to her right. She knew she had seen that figure before – it belonged to a man for sure. Despite being so far away, she could easily notice he, like her, was dressed all in black… aside from his chest that seemed to remain bare.

Loki… she thought. She knew he would follow her, but the fact he beat her astonished her somewhat. Then again, she didn’t arrive at the precise point she was expecting, a good half a mile or so at least; perhaps she was losing her touch. She focused harder on the figure before realising there was something much more interesting that should be looking at. Her gaze lowered.

Taking off into the sky, she headed straight for the figure – knowing full well she could be seen, but sped across the sky nevertheless. Now this was something she wouldn’t miss for the world.

[dimitri]

Shaking his head as he stayed near the base of the mountain that he was on, Ordell watched as these so called warriors made their way towards the saiyans to commence the attack. He sat back in the space dimension and did nothing that would be to either side's advantage or disadvantage. Maybe in a little while he would actually get up and show the saiyans that cockiness would be a bigger downfall than any battle.

More and more people came to the scene looking to enter the battle or enter the site for their own reasons. He shrugged as he watched a young lady come by and spectate the battle that would soon be ocurring. His voice echoed through the dimension as he stated, "Infantile. I can't believe she's watching a war like a spectacle for her to enjoy. It's not a show, many will die here today." Sighing softly as the echo faded, he continued to watch and wait for the opportune moment, until it struck him.

Making his way into the saiyan ranks in the dimension, he smiled softly as he put his hands together. Once he felt he had a nice radius around him and could get as many saiyans as he could, he stayed in the dimension and closed his eyes, clenching his hands. The voice continued to echo as he began the chant:

Pressure of ruin and disaster
Weight of space and heavens
Slow the area of surrounders
Aid thy warrior for these terrans

The area immediately around him and out 25 feet in each direction seemed to be completely distorted. It almost seemed like it was sinking into the ground, creating a crater, but fact is that it remained untouched. There was a massive build of pressure in the area at the heart of the saiyan ranks as the gravity seemingly increased nearly 100 fold.

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Slight auto-hits against Falkan, Ordell and Kilix within this posts, reasons stated within the post itself.)

The freedom fighters were all focusing their efforts upon the Saiyans it seemed as they were more than likely loosing all hope of gaining help from the Dragonian armies of Bedoe and Lavertia, both of whom were now waging a deadly war upon each other. The last two remaining superpowers upon Dragonia, who’s fate the survival of their race and planet laid upon, had gambled everything on the chance to settle a petty feud that had began many thousands of years ago. The world of Dragonia had finally slipped into a chaos that the planet had never witnessed since its creation; it was indeed a sad time for Dragonia.




The regiment of Saiyans that had been standing just off of the back of the army, just outside of the barrier, continued to fire off their barrage of attacks upon the seemingly helpless freedom fighter. The attack would have been successful if it hadn’t have been for the sudden interference of another of the freedom fighters, one who jumped down in the way and brought up a shield of his own. This was followed up by a shout for assistance by the one holding up the shield, he was obviously in dire need of support.

Just then something caught the skinny Saiyans eyes, a blur of fur within the regiments ki barrage. Shaking his head he stopped firing, mainly in worry he had a brain tumour or something and was beginning to hallucinate somewhat, but just as he stopped firing the so called ‘hallucination’ appeared directly in front of him, somewhat worse for wear, but battle ready. “Just keep at him men!” the skinny looking Saiyan screamed out over the noise of the attacks. “He wont last much longer like this!” he continued, and he was right too. The miniscule fur ball then went in for the attack aimed seemingly toward the solar plexus of the regiment leader, quickly thinking the skinny Saiyan grabbed the soldier next to him and pulled him in front of the punch, the soldiers body falling limp and lifeless afterwards.

Grinning in the small fury mans face the skinny Saiyan sparked up a ball of Ki within his palm. “Big mistake fuzz ball…” he muttered before quickly slamming it into the small mans gut, that combined with the barrage of ki blasts against him sent him flying off into the background.

The attacked would have continued onwards but a sudden disturbing amount of energy was released toward the right side of their ranks. Turning his head immediately the skinny Saiyan, who was seemingly in charge of his regiment, screamed out another order to his men. “Deal with it, quickly!” instantly four of the Saiyans within he regiment dived out of formation and shot off toward the attack. There was a huge explosion, and connection had been made. As the dust quickly began to settle many Saiyans from within the regiment had lost their balance and had fallen backwards into the line behind them due to the sheer force of the explosion. However the bodies of four badly burnt and dead Saiyan’s now littered the floor; first blood had been drawn.

The skinny Saiyan growled as he found his footing once more. “ATTACK!” he screamed as the entire regiment divided into two, each half consisting of fifty on a rough estimate. The first half poured upon the man who had thrown up the barrier and the man who had fired off the attack, Kiruna and Damian, with barrage after barrage of physical attacks. The other group moved off toward a man dressed in metal who had openly challenged the Saiyan regiment, Pravent. Floating all around him, making a rough sphere shape, the Super Saiyans looked on at him with angry smirks and grins. Instantly several of the Saiyans moved in on the attack, one with an uppercut to the lower stomach, the next with a kick aimed at his chin, another with an elbow aimed toward his back, all of them replacing the Saiyan’s spot afterwards so as not to allow the metal man a chance to escape.

Briefly a few of the Saiyans, five in total, had broken away from the two groups and had targeted a lone warrior upon the mountainside. He was seemingly just standing there, not doing much of nothing except for his flaming aura burning the flora that surrounded him. Without warning the five Saiyans moved in for the attack, as quiet and stealthy as they had been trained to. The first Saiyan moved in and slid past Rizuk on the floor head first but on his back, getting burnt slightly from the immense flames, and lifting up his foot into the air as the second Saiyan came in for an elbow against the warriors back. If the elbow was successful the warrior would fall forward and his chin would rebound off of the foot of the other Saiyan. The other Saiyans just merely landed upon the floor around the warrior, arms folded; they were going to torture this one.

The leader however had other plans. Moving slowly away from the groups the skinny Saiyan moved over towards the fur-covered warrior who had attacked him earlier. Now standing above his beaten body the Saiyan lent down somewhat to speak to him. “You know…that was a foolish thing to attack me,” he muttered slowly. “You see…I hold grudges!” he exclaimed standing up straight once more and sending his foot flying into the small mans gut. Slowly Kilix rolled over onto his stomach, grasping at it due to the pain now rushing through the area. Stamping his foot down upon the fury mans head the skinny Saiyan began to squash it down into the floor, the rock and dirt from the floor cracking and pressing around his face, as he attempted to squish his head. “Now you must die…my walking carpet of a friend.”



A few of the Saiyans, or the ones who were in that general area underneath the barrier, had looked up upon the red blip detonating upon the surface of the barrier, them not even feeling the slightest effect from it. To them the fact that the freedom fighters would attack with all they could muster and never truly come even close to defeating them was amusing, highly amusing. It was then that the same Saiyans who had looked up at the red blip then noticed something much larger making it’s way down toward the barrier at incredibly high speeds; it was a person.

Within second this person was down upon the barrier, something metal within his hands gleaming in the sunlight; it was a sword. As the figure moved down upon the barrier he swung his sword in an attempt to pierce directly through it, this would have worked with any normal shield but as the sword made contact with the barrier it stopped dead, a rather deep THUD ringing out through the air briefly. Within the barrier everything then viciously began to shake, caused by the sheer force of the sword, however not even five seconds after the sword made contact with the barrier a large crackling noise built up and with great force erupted against the Falkan’s sword. The makeshift bolt of electricity ricocheted off of the sword, merely forcing the warrior backwards away from the barrier by twenty to thirty feet, the sword smoking slightly from the sheer amount of electricity that had just been forced upon it.

At the exact same time a sudden humming noise began to ring out through the air WITHIN the barrier, this obviously caused all of the Saiyans to fall on edge slightly as all other noise had been drowned down dramatically. As Ordell made his way through the barrier and inside he felt as if the gravity within this area had almost doubled a hundred times over, him finding it incredible hard to walk forward let alone stand up. As the Saiyans began to look amongst themselves to find the cause of the noise as suddenly a deafening crack ripped through the air from the centre of the Saiyan ranks and went flying out toward the front of the barrier, a somewhat blur the cause of it, almost as if it been pinged backwards. The blur shot out of the barrier and was forced flying into the nearby mountainside, a large explosion of dirt and rubble flying up in all directions.

Upon moving inside the barrier Ordell had merely pushed forward with it not actually breaking through the barrier but dragging it inside with him, him still on the outside of it. The force had built up like someone pulling on an Elasticated band until he pressure snapped, sending him flying with a rather large jolt of electricity; that would surely be a shock to the system, to say the least.

All the Saiyan’s within the shield just stood there quite comfortably as they focused only a small part of their concentration, and even less of their energy, into maintaining the impregnable barrier, which seemed invisible to the eye until struck. The barrier was almost like a vacuum, except it allowed oxygen and carbon dioxide to pass easily through it, in the sense that the sound from outside was greatly reduced to the point where anyone could hardly hear anything.
Created from something other than Ki this barrier, so far, proved the perfect form of defence and would keep all of the Saiyan’s safe from any unnecessary harm, while they all concentrated on keeping it activated, until they were given the word to move out; then the true meaning of carnage would be known by all whom opposed them.



Loki merely looked down upon the war unfolding below him, his anger raging more and more so with every second. He hated the Dragonians of Lavertia and Bedoe, he had more and more ever since that day, but seeing what they were truly capable right here and now, when they’re planet and race needed them most, pushed that disgust and anger over the edge; he was hardly recognisable, even to the people who had seen him at his worst.

His fists were shaking violently with anger and his eyes continued to glow more and more brightly with the second, the crimson almost causing the black of his pupils to vanish completely. Crackling around him was an invisible aura, one that he was somehow managing to keep under control so no one would figure out his position. Despite the attempt to control himself he seemed to be somewhat failing, his anger getting the better of him; it was then that he felt her.

“…Why did you lead me here…” he said angrily, his voice booming out. She was moving toward him from behind, but he didn’t care, his mind was on other things other than worrying about being attacked by Lara-Leigh from behind; not that he would have been worried even if he weren’t angry.

[damian]

Damian smiled to himself as the Saiyans charged him and clicked his fingers arrogantly. Hells' Halberd appeared in a black cloud, the dark and ominous bone scythe glistening in the light. Kiruna also joined him, so that the Saiyans only had to focus on that one place. Damian spun Hell's Halberd above his head, and Kiruna crouched low, seemingly waiting, until two Ki balls appeared in both his hands. As the Saiyans rushed towards them, Kiruna hurled the two spheres at the attackers. They would explode on impact, derailling their charge. But that wans't all. Damian then leapt over Kiruna and swung Hell's Halberd in a massive swipe for the Saiyans, the magical blade cutting cleanly through any armour in its way. Kiruna then followed Damian, and the two landed in the middle of the Saiyans, who were probably now surrounding them.
"Ready?" Damian asked Kiruna, as they stood back to back, and the Shadiohurcan cracked his knuckles and replied to his rival,
"What do you think?"

The Saiyans had attacked, but were so far unsuccessful. A few of their attacks got through, one evne managing to wind Damian, but Kiruna defended his temporary ally until he was back on his feet. They kept pace with the Saiyans, blocking and countering, and because the two were back to back it made it impossible to ctach either of the pair by surprise. Damian held Hell's Halberd in his right hand, slashing out and thrusting the end of the scythe into chests, faces, stomachs, while he used his left hand to block any other attacks. Because of the claws as well, he could scratch and draw blood from the Saiyans even only by defending. Kiruna fought just as brutally, moving like greased lightning and defening with everything he could, his arms and legs usually holding off attacks then deflecting them so he could counter. But this was a tiring way of fighting, and they also moved slowly in a circle, fighting new opponents. They fought hard enough to kill, with enough strenght to, but the odds were stacked aginst them. So Kiruna sent out as much of a forceful telekinetic wave as he could, hoping to send the nearest Saiyans flying back into their comrades. Then he took off into the air and Damian followed, firing off Ki blasts with his left hand and Kiruna sending a much faster barrage of Ki upon the Saiyan soldiers. Once a safe distance into the air, the two of them formed Ki bubbles and paused to pant and rest.
"That... could have gone... better, Kir." Kiruna grinned breathlessly at Damian, then saw the Saiyans attacking Rizuk. He gestured, and Damian followed where Kiruna was pointing. He looked back and said,
"But if we both go, the Saiyans..." Kiruna nodded. he'd already considered that.
"You go and help Rizuk. I'll hold them off as long as I can." Damian nodded in understanding and took off towards Rizuk.

It was a short distance, and Damian moved fast. He there within seconds, and announced his arrival by swining Hell's Halberd for the unprotected neck of one of the arrogant Saiyans, who merely stood there, arms folded. He may have been sensed on his wya there, so Damian was cautious and teleported instantly, arriving behind the Saiyan who intended to kick Rizuk in the chin if his comrade's elbow strike was successful. If he didn't move quickly, however, the blade of Hell's Halberd would be sticking through his chest. Then Damian ripped his blade away, and spun it around to kepe the Saiyans at bay. He could easily be surrounded here, but he was capable of fighting them off. He hoped Rizuk would be able to deal with the elbow strike. Meanwhile Kiruna continued his bombardment on the Saiyans, anxiously awaitting for Damian to return. There were far too many Saiyans for this attack to hold them back for long, and he was already hurting from the melee he had just been involved in.

[Archer]

((Any and All auto’s agreed by Ryan and I previous to the post, including the full control of the “skinny Saiyan”))

Kilix’s fist swung towards the Saiyan’s chest, suspended in what seemed like slow motion for a moment. For a moment Kilix thought the attack was a success, until the skinny Super Saiyan grabbed his comrade by the shoulder and pulled him into the fray. The Liixan’s mind was wracked with disgust; what sort of vile creature would sacrifice and ally to save his own worthless hide. But he did not have much time for any feelings other than pain, as his enemy’s own words brought him back to reality.
“Big mistake fuzz ball…” he said, adding his own sphere of energy to the already excessive barrage of Ki, sending a helpless Liixan somersaulting backwards from the battle.

Semi conscious, his head bleeding slowly against the rock, Kilix felt the heat from Rizuk’s power building; making him sweat under his furry exterior. This didn’t ease the pain at all; the sweat mixing with the wounds made them sting intensely. Though his vision was blurry, he could still see the shapes of five Super Saiyans making their way past him, and he only knew of one person who was behind him. With what little breath he had, he muttered, “Rizuk, look out…”

But it wasn’t over yet. Most of the Saiyan squad had dispersed to take on each of the ‘freedom fighters’, a number attacking Kiruna, others assaulting Pravent. Falkan had assaulted the Shield itself; with little success it seemed, as Kilix heard a loud crack, and the figure of Falkan being blasted back across the sky. However, he wasn’t alone, as a second figure was blasted even further backwards. Kilix tilted his wounded head back slightly, to see a figure crash into a mountainside; it seemed he was not the only one in pain.

And with the five Saiyans now attacking Rizuk, it seemed Kilix was the only remaining freedom fighter without an opponent. And the skinny Saiyan whom he had been previously assaulting wouldn’t want anyone left out, would he?

Strutting casually over, the Saiyan hummed himself a little victory song; he had not entered the battle today expecting a direct order of his own. He felt quiet good about himself really. He leant down to the crumpled pile of fur and armour, whispering into his oversized ears.
“You know…that was a foolish thing to attack me, you see…I hold grudges!” with this, he buried his foot into the Liixan’s gut, causing him to grasp it in pain, wincing, and spit a clod of crimson blood onto the ground.

Soon after, the Saiyan’s boot came crashing down on his head; Kilix immediately feeling the pressure on his skull.
“Now you must die…my walking carpet of a friend.”

Grimacing through the pain, Kilix had little option. However proud he was, there were times when you need to swallow your pride. With his last ounce of strength, Kilix cried out to anyone who could hear him.
”Somebody help me!!!!”

Everything seemed to become quiet for a moment. Kilix had a moment of false hope that his cries had saved him, that he was free from this Saiyan’s attack. But his hope was in vain, as all he could feel was the sounds dimming, his vision darkening, and the incredible pain in his head from the pressure of the Saiyan’s boot.
Is this what death feels like?

Just as the thought crossed his head, he hearing returned, his vision became clear again, and the pressure was lifted from his head once more. Wearily raising an arm to try and massage away the pain, he saw the figure of the skinny Saiyan flying off into the fray, and a large, light-brown hand reaching down in aid.

//--// A Few Minutes Earlier \\--\\

The figure of a young Dragonian warrior, with the limp headless figure of his father slung over his should, shot across the Orre Sea towards Lavertia and Bedoe. With every inch further that he flew, the feeling of the great evil energies that the Saiyan’s had brought crept closer and closer into his mind. He rested a spare hand on the hilt of his sword; he knew that it would be needed very soon.

For the second time today, Dalian Amero heard a cry of desperation. Apparently, he was good at hearing things like this. As he approached the mainland, the sound of the water frothing up beneath him was replaced by another.
”Somebody help me!!!!”

Dalian’s face became solid once again, his features fixed, ready for battle. It was time to fight.

His speed increased as he accelerated towards the sound of the cry. He skimmed the grass on the coastline of Lavertia, skimming inches away from the battle-scarred ground. He landed for a moment, only to place his father’s body carefully in the shadow of a tree.

Not that it’s important whatsoever, but this tree had just recently been the doorway for a young woman to enter the battlefield and ascend towards an old enemy. Not important at all, but these small things are sometimes nice to know.

After a last, lingering look at his father for the time being, Dalian’s head snapped back to attention. Twisting his body in the air, he shot across to the battle, the grass blowing wildly in the up thrust of wind he’d provided. His eyes immediately focused on the source of the cries, like a hawk on its prey.

A skinny Saiyan warrior was pushing his foot down on top of a smaller being’s skull; presumably a wounded fighter that the Saiyan was wishing to finish off.

Too bad.

Descending on the scene like lightning, Dalian twisted in the air, his leg cracking against the Saiyan’s features, and for the second time that day Dalian had sent a surprised looking Saiyan captain flying across the scene.

//--// Now \\--\\

Dalian lowered his hand down to the furry warrior, kneeling down on the ground beside him. Looking confused and pretty worse-for-wear, Kilix took his hand gratefully, lifting himself back up to a standing level. Dalian stood again, Kilix raising his head to look him eye to eye.

In an automatic reaction to a new meeting, Kilix spoke, his arm wearily rising up to his forehead in a makeshift salute.
“Kilix Gyro,” he coughed through blood and tears, ”Of the Liixan Consulate.” For the first time in his life, Kilix was unable to think clearly enough to put on a façade personality. Dalian raised his hand in response, matching the Liixan’s salute.
”Dalian Amero.” he responded plainly.

Giving the Liixan a last quick check over to make sure he was OK, Dalian turned his attention back to the rising Saiyan captain; a look of maliciousness rising in the Captain’s eyes. Dalian started off towards him once again, when a small hand grabbed his wrist. He turned his head to see Kilix, weary and all, stopping him.

”Help the others,” the Liixan commanded, ”This one’s mine.”

Sensing this was not the time to argue, the Dragonian off into the battle, leaving the battle-scarred Liixan facing off with the Super Saiyan captain. ”Walking carpet, eh? he said firmly, his confidence shining clearly above the pain and wear, ”You’re gonna pay for that one.”

“Really? Funny, I don’t listen to threats from Fuzzballs.” The Saiyan retorted cockily. Within an instant, he disappeared into the air, appearing behind Kilix, his hand aglow with Ki. However, as he pushed the blast into the back of the Liixan’s head, it too faded away, the Ki blast causing a small crater in the ground. A moment later, Kilix’s own boot was cracking in against his spine, sending him crashing directly to the ground.

The Liixan landed on the ground once again, flicking up his Ki Blades from his belt and making them burst into life. Spitting his own spatter of blood onto the ground, and wiping his mouth clean, the Saiyan spoke.
“This is going to be fun…”


With eagerness for battle, and to avenge his fallen father, Dalian was rearing to go. He took a small moment to survey the scene around him. Two warriors were being physically assaulted by a battalion of Saiyan troops; if anything they needed the least help. The scaly warrior nearby was also being assaulted, but only by 5 troops. Again, not a great need for help, relative to the severity of the battle. This left the Android, on his own defending against a large group of Saiyans. Drawing his trusted sword, he took off towards the sphere of Golden auras.

Some of the Saiyans were diving in for physical attacks, but others were left on the outside of the squad. Pulling his blade backwards over his shoulder, ready for strike, Dalian twisted in the air, swinging his sword down towards the Saiyans. At its current length, he was not entirely close enough for a successful hit, but with his sword this wasn’t an issue. As he pulled his arm down for strike, the blade began to extend rapidly. By the time it struck, the sword was long enough to catch at least one Saiyan on the back; with this number so close together possibly more than one, and cut them clean in half. Armour was of little importance when the Tangled Vine struck.

After his sword attack, Dalian quickly removed the shield from his back, the giant disk sliding off his shoulder, to be quickly caught in his free hand. Standing back down on solid ground, sword and shield drawn, Dalian addressed the Saiyan squad directly.

”Wanna real challenge? Try me.”

Forgetting his place for a moment and ruining the effect, he called out slightly louder to Pravent;
”No offense.”

[dimitri]

His gravity well had never reacted like this, but whatever that barrier was composed of was actually able to make it into the spacial dimension and send him flying. He made sure to keep himself up in the air as he pulled his blade out again, slashing into the air creating a rip for him to exit. He made it through the rip and looked down at the saiyan ranks, though he was still a good distance from the rest of the fighters of Dragonia.

Floating high in the air, he looked down at the mass of gold and brown fur and smirked. He took a breath and yelled out over the booming sound of the battle, "I'm suprised a bunch of power hungry morons were able to find someone in an alternate dimension." All he wanted to do was anger them and send them into a little rage. Once they were blinded by their rage, he would charge in and attack the saiyan ranks. What he did from there was up in the air.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk was still sitting meditating when he heard Kilix's word and his orange eyes snapped open, blazing with fire so that the whites were no longer visible, only an endless sea of fire and destruction. Rizuk saw Damian was trying to defend him, and he also knew it was dangerous for him to be there, his radiation would be poisoning Damian but also the Saiyans. He could help this by focusing it backwards and as he felt some elbow moving towards him, all the excess flame shot backwards with the roar like a sun exploding with rage and fire, his control over fire was pretty elemental but he was having a very hard time focusing as well. The heat would damage the Saiyan, hopefully not melt him completely because it'd be messy but from what Rizuk had learnt these guys were way to resilient, it should at least make him move away. He only need a bit more time... His Nuclear Carnage ability was a very powerful attack that could destroy a planet but he was now focusing on using a very specific level of attack, the fire would only burn the Saiyans in that area, the stress this would put on him would probably knock him out but not that worrying, his power was building again. Each and every scale began glistening and glowing with green fire that would be blinding, his eyes being the only change in the sea of red and green, two orbs of fire that raged deep within his sockets. The fire sucked in and focused around him like a small sun, the rock beneath him burning and some melting into lava from the heat. He began to change and huge wings burst out from his back, his neutral dragon form. He beat down his wings and flew up into the air, glowing with fire as his body reverted to normal, sans skin and clothing. He closed his eyes and every warrior who wasn't a Saiyan would hear this simple message in their minds

" Hey everyone. Most of you know me, but for those who don't, I'm Rizuk Ryujin. Currently, I'm the enormous glowing fire-ball above you. Pretty soon I'm going to come crashing down, you guys need to clear me some room. Try and retreat so I can hit as many as I can, this might take me out of the fight for the remainder but if you could, recover my body, corpse or not. I don't know if this'll stop them enough for us to win but its all I can do. Damian... Falkan... You two, get me out if you can. I need a few more seconds, everyone cover me "

Rizuk was still floating in the sky and he was nearing critical mass, trying to restrain all his power so it hit a small area at maximum strength was really hard. Not to mention the Saiyans would shoot the crap out of him without help.

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan heard Rizuk's message just as he was rebounding off of a cliff side from being thrown backward. V'alcans had no natural ability to fly, but they were extremely light. As soon as his feet touched the mountainside, Reval had thrown off the heavy cloak that usually weighed him down and pushed his power even further. The increased strength combined with the decreased weight, allowed the Warrior to launch himself and 'glide' extreme distances. He was going to need the extra time in the air, it seemed.

In the split second before he launched back over the battlefield, Falkan had time to take in the big picture. It looked like everyone needed help, but that didn't concern him. As much as he respected the other fighters on the field, he wasn't there to play backup for everyone else. If they couldn't handle the fight, they had no business being there. It wasn't his problem. Reval didn't think this way because he was cold or uncaring...he was just a warrior first. And the V'alcan warrior's specialty was causing damage.

Plus, he was ticked off about being deflected off the shield. Nothing had ever countered Rhiannon before, and the sword hummed as if angry itself.

As he shifted his back foot and kicked off the cliff, Falkan had made his decision. The Saiyans in the shield were a waste of effort for the time being. If the Saiyans insisted on being destroyed two regiments at a time, then he'd be happy to oblige them.

Now he was tearing through the air toward another hillside, directly over the unengaged, yet unshielded second regiment of Saiyans, and close enough to Rizuk and Pravent to step in if it was really necessary. Two other fighters had come to their aid, so Reval wasn't worried about it for the moment. He turned his attention to what he did best...causing pain and suffering.

While moving over the Saiyans, he let fly a barrage of rapid-fired, seeking beams. Thanks to Rhiannon, Falkan could fire energy locked on to specific Saiyans' ki signatures. It would require a lot of extra time and energy on the Saiyans' parts to avoid being hit by the beams. Though they were only marginally powerful attacks, there were plenty of the blasts to go around. He even fired a shot or twenty at the swarm of invaders surrounding the android, just for good measure.

That was it for the diversion...now the attack. If Rizuk's plan was going to work, that shield was going to have to go. But if Rhiannon's energy negation couldn't get through, that limited Reval's options...there had to be a way...

Dismantle the source...

Something told Falkan that the Saiyans inside the shield had a lot to do with it's sustenance. He didn't know which ones, but that didn't necessarily matter. He just had to distract or hurt enough of them...

As his feet made contact with the hill he had been aiming for, Falkan caught himself almost sub-consciously realm-bending the earth to soften his impact...and there, it seemed, was his answer...realm-bending. The V'alcan Warrior's unique power to affect, alter, and manipulate the very fabric of reality around him, from earthquakes to wind and fire...enhanced by his unprecedented power level and amplified through Rhiannon, there was little chance the Saiyans could even hope to interfere with this plan. After all, he wouldn't attacking the shield itself, or even trying to get through it. He didn't need to. Since realm-bending was altering reality itself, he could just bend the elements inside the shield as easily as if they were outside. That would do...

Needing relative safety and focus, Reval teleported back to Vi'drek, circling far above the battle. He signaled the bird to position him over the shield, held Rhiannon and the Dragonblade over his head together, and concentrated very, very hard on the earth inside the shield. What was there to work with...he touched the different elements inside the bubble with his powers, feeling each and it's potential uses...

Grass...not much to work with there...

Air...possibilities...

A boulder...seveal boulders...better...

Armor...ki...dirt...

A plan took shape, and now he bent all of his power to making it happen. Rhiannon glowed, taking energy from both Falkan and the Dragonblade, transferring that energy through time and space into the elements within the shield....

Soon the Saiyans would feel a slight chill and a tingle in the air...then, fully charged, the attack would strike. It took a lot of power, but Falkan's realm-bending was focused on three things. First, he would send the larger of the rocks and boulders in the area flying about, ricocheting off the shield and gaining momentum, turning the whole thing into a deadly storm of rock. Then he would try to freeze the air inside the shield. Not make it cold, but freeze the very molecules of the air themselves. That done, he would supercharge any electricity or ki inside the field and release it in the form of lightning. If even one of the three attempts succeeded, how could the shield-makers help losing their concentration.

Unfortunately, this was an exhausting attack, and having launched it, Falkan would have to hold back a bit more until time to pull Rizuk off the field. He hoped it would be enough. Vi'drek responded to his master's slight change of balance and dove toward the field again so Falkan could launch into another attack with his swords. And he had just the victim he wanted picked out...

[Tidus Revok]

Pravent was disappointed that the Saiyans had chosen to attack physically instead of with beams, but fortunately he wasn't terribly surprised. He took their attacks without even a wince and glanced quickly through one of the holes in the Saiyans surrounding him and saw what he wanted...the small furry fighter was free and back in the fight. Now he could get back to his own job. With a flash of light, he supercharged his power core, began glowing a bright red, and felt his power level shoot through the roof. He was now a Super-Victrye, hundreds of times more powerful than a regular old not-androidized super-victorean.

"Okay kids," he grunted through repeated blows from the enemy warriors, "Daddy says playtime's over!

Suddenly he let loose with eye beams, spinning his head a full 360 degrees and firing on every Saiyan around. Next he extended both arms and started spinning and turning every way, shooting radiation blasts from his hands along with his eye beams. The sphere of Saiyans surrounding the Victryean/Android would have to adopt a new strategy, or be riddled with holes from the blasts...and Pravent was just getting started.

While spinning and shooting, he initiated his self-duplication technique three times. He could create up to seven less powerful copies, but three would have more power and should be more than enough to do the job. The three duplicated appeared in a triangle around the sphere of Saiyans and began firing radiation and eye beams at the group from the outside. Original Pravent began shouting like a maniac and laughing. The poor, foolish monkeys wouldn't know what hit them. Leaving his copies to keep the Saiyans occupied, Pravent moved on to bigger and better things. He teleported outside the group of Saiyans and hovered above the group attacking Rizuk, ready to aid the dragon in his attack. He couldn't wait for Rizuk's plan to unfold...he had a surprise of his own to add.

"Okay, Dragon. I'm ready when you are. Let's see what you've got!"

He stood ready to help Rizuk launch his attack, and prepared to guard him from any further Saiyan attacks.

[hakuto]

The time had finally come for Hakuto to make his move. He would come out of nowhere and he would hit hard where it counts. The android quickly through his cloak off, his aura turning pitch black and shooting up into the sky like a pillar of darkness as his power level suddenly increased rapidly. The now completely opaque aura was covering the transformation process underneath as Hakuto was rapdily growing in size. His skin quickly turned the same colour of his aura and his eyes went completely red. His muscles buldged and, usually, this is where the transformation would stop.

However, he was going all out in one go, and his body continued to transform underneath the pitch black aura. It grew more, his muscles growing even larger. His eyes now became beacons of white light, glowing in the darkness. Two pitch black horns protruded from just behind his ears. Then, suddenly, the massive pillar of darkness swirled all the way down to its source, becoming a thick black fog surrounding Hakuto's entire body.

The android then appeared not ten meters away from Rizuk, his left arm already reared back for something. In one feel swoop, his arm skimmed in an arch around his front, a line of ki taking its place. The line wavered for a few moments, shimmering in the darkness around Hakuto, before suddenly rupturing open and letting out hundreds of razor sharp ki blasts. They all headed straight for Rizuk, who's aura and radiation alone would not be able to stop all of them.

If they were to hit him, they would peirce through where ever they hit, like needles in a pincushion. If someone tried to get in their way, they would recieve the same result. If someone put up a ki shield, they would pierce through it. If someone tried to asborb them, they would maybe absorb a couple, then get stabbed by many more.

If this didn't seem bad enough, Rizuk would only have a second to re-act.

[mike]

So anyway, another falling figure appeared in the sky at the same time. Only this one was screaming like a little girl and begging for mercy from his malfunctioning flight system. His overamplified vocal systems blasted the man's screams even over the noise of battle far below him (but becoming less so by the second).

"WAAAAUGGH!!! I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS!!! AHHHHH!!! PLEASE NO!!!!"

He slammed into the ground amidst a group of Saiyans, leaving a twenty-meter round crater in the ground. There was a few seconds of silence, followed by the sound of metal scraping on rock, and then a figure climbed out of the hole...yes, it was the legendary first attempt at android robotics on planet earth...

Mike Rochip.

The creature that climbed out of the hole would have looked like an average human, save for a few things. Half the skin was torn off of his face, his chest was dented in, and a sharp rock was sticking through his right arm. All things considered, it was one of his better landings. With a creaking, groaning effort, Mike snapped all of his pieces back into place and took in the planet he had landed on. It certainly was a strange culture. Evidently all the people were having some kind of party, only they had a wierd way of celebrating. It seemed to consist heavily of spiky haired men and women with tails beating the trash out of anybody who didn;t look like them. Except the people across the way who were beating on one another and taking no notice of the tailed people. WHat a wierd kind of party. Still, Mike was never one to pass up a good barbecue. Maybe after the games were over they would serve cheeseballs or something. One could always hope. After a few more moments of observing, Mike decided the not-tailed people could use some help. The rules seemed pretty flexible, so he decided to jump right in, once he found a place. His right eye fell on a man hovering above the battlefield, fending off attacks like a cow's tail on flies. Yeah, he looked like he could use some help. So he picked up his right eye, put it back in, and moved to help the guy whose name was really Kiruna.

Stepping in front of a smaller group of Saiyans that were firing at the man, Mike decided to try out a little kickboxing on the other team. He launched into a flying kick at the nearest tailed one's head, then launched a flurry of finger darts at his stomach - making a mental note to get his fingers back later. He flipped backwards and flashed out some eye beams at a second Saiyan, then flung his arms wildly about while his vision returned, hoping to fend off any attacks.

Yes, this was the coolest party ever.

[Archer]

Crack! Kilix's body was once again sent forcefully into the rock, but he wasn't staying down this time. The slight bounce he encountered when hitting the ground gave him the opportunity, forcing his body around again to push off the rock, and back into the fight. The skinny Saiyan, now hovering in the air, simply laughed at the Liixan's attempts.

"Seriously? Is this all you've got? Gimme a challenge!" he stuttered through a laugh.

Almost by cue, a faint but familiar sound was heard on the horizon. It was like a high-pitched humming, getting louder and louder as it approached. Even with the new arrival, 'Mike Rochip', the most pathetic robot on the planet was approaching.

The form of KGB on the horizon grew from a dot to three dots, then five. Soon the little Robot was an actual figure, growing by the second. Through the high pitched humming, a heroic, metalic voice cried out.
"Get away from my Master!!!!"

With the fury of a thousand suns, KGB launched himself into the gut of the skinny Saiyan. Feeling nothing, the Saiyan merly looked slightly confused, as a small robot fell down slowly to the ground, with a faint cry of "my head..."

Kilix almost went to attack the Robot over the Saiyan.

However, no more time for distractions, as the Saiyan's boot came back in for a flying kick to Kilix's gut. Quickly dodging out of the way, Kilix sliced The Ruby down towards his leg, only to have his arm batted away by the Saiyan's hand, the blade doing little but burn the toes of his shoes. Another punch, and Kilix was careering to the ground once again.

Landing on both feet this time, he merely braced himself for the worst. His mind raced with possible plans, possible solutions, but one thougth kept fighting its way into his mind.
I'm too weak...

He wasn't going to let this control him, however. He had a mission to complete, and he wasn't going to let it go unfulfilled. Looking back towards his opponent, he prepared for another strike, but only until he saw a black blur shooting through the sky, getting increasingly bigger.

You don't need to be a genious to figure out that big black things are usually bad. And this one was heading straight for Rizuk.

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Dalian had sensed it too. Standing ready to face off against the Saiyans, who as of yet had hardly noticed him, too preocupied with their Vyctorian target. Pravent, however, had other plans, as his power exploded, completing his own transformation. Moments later, three more Pravents had appeared and started to assault the Saiyans. Maybe Dalian had picked the wrong warrior to help...

However, he soon found another purpose on the battlefield as the figure of Hakuto shot across the battle. Dalian's eyes darted up to meet his path. It seemed the Evil one was heading straight for the boy who was on fire. He could see that Kilix had seen it too, the Liixan's head tilting to follow it. That gave Dalian an idea...

The voice of the Dragonian warrior rang out across the battlefield.
"Kilix, Catch!"
With that, and a quick twist of his torso to get momentum, Dalian launched his Shield across the skies, at an angle so it was perpendicular to the ground, and therefore a direct barrier between Hakuto and Rizuk.

Kilix heard his name immediatly, his head spinning to see the flying shield, and knew instantly what he needed to do. Luckily, everything seemed to fall into place quite well...

Kilix launched off the ground, leaving an afterimage to distract the skinny Saiyan, who had just began to launch a barrage of Ki at the Liixan. That'd keep him occupied for a while. The shield was nearing its target as Kilix grabbed onto its handle. It was almost as big as the Liixan himself, and there was one thing that Dalian should've warned him of earlier; it's weight. It took most of Kilix's flying power to stop the shields momentum, but he managed it at just the right time. The shield stopped directly in the path of Hakuto's Ki Darts.

No-matter what the Darts were made of, there was nothing powerful enough to pierce the Unmoving Stone. Kilix crouched up inside it, so as to protect his own body as well as Rizuk's as the Darts homed in. They hit the Shields concaved surface in rapid sucsession, some simply stopping dead after hitting it and falling to the ground before dispersing again into the air, some refracted from a curved part of the shield and flew off in many different directions; a couple even flying towards the Saiyans that this being had joined sides with.

However, some of the Darts simply flew straight over the top of the shield, due to the ammount that Hakuto had thrown along with the slow descent that the Shield was having due to its weight. He may not have been saved completely, but Rizuk was much, much safer.

"Oh no you don't fuzzball!"; the skinny Saiyan had noticed, finally, his hand grasping the Liixan's leg and swinging him towards the ground. Having no choice, Kilix dropped Dalian's shield, and started to fall...

Dalian knew where he was needed. He took off across the battlefield, catching his Shield as it fell quickly through the air, before launching himself into the sky, into the exact place the Liixan had been moments before.

"You're mine, buddy."