The Final Invasion; Deception Point

[jak]

Jak was finding it immensly difficult to sense Kilix's power level, something was distorting it, something big. Having been flying for what seemed an age, Jak was getting low on energy, he needed to find some energy fast. Jak surveyed the horizon, it was calm and reassuring. Smiling Jak flew on, lazily surverying his surroundings. Then something happened which did not immediately register with Jak. The horizon began to bulge. A huge mass loomed over the landscape in the distance, and what Jak saw literally made him go cold.

The Saiyan army was formidible, and that's an understatement. The sheer power emerging from the mass of Saiyan's could be felt hundreds of miles away, and Jak wondered what was making it so difficult to find Kilix. How was he supposed to find Kilix when there are millions of other power sources nearby.

That was when the furry fiend came into view. "Well slap a dress on me and call me Sally..." Jak stopped dead. He squinted in the distance and saw that a group of people were engaging some regiments of Saiyans. Electricity bursting from his skin, Jak powered up, blasting towards his friends and foes. Jak was wondering if he was going to survive this attack. What a time to arrive on a planet when it is being invaded by Saiyan's. He wished Torn was here, he could have done with his friend right about now, "the lucky bastard's already dead..." The words were almost inaudible againsted the blistering wind as Jak plowed forward at amaing speed.

"HEY! BEING DEAD'S NOT ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE!"
Jak froze dead. stopping instantly, so fast his eyebrows nearly ripped off. "That was not Torn's voice you just heard, it's a figment of your imagination..."
"It might be a figment of your imagination but you did hear my voice.
Jak turned and saw Torn hovering in the air. Jak had forgotten his friends amazing (and strangely natural) hair colour. Jak reached forward and touched him. He was stone cold. "Are you acutally alive?"
I wish...
"But you look so real... and you exist, I can touch you!"
Don't ask me, I was quite happy just floating about nice and dead and then I appeared here.
"Well, in case you didn't notice their is a Saiyan army there..."
Lovely... I've missed a good fight...
"You can't fight... you're dead..."
Oh yes, so I am... bugger...
"Am I the only one who can see you?"
"I dunno, no one has been able to see me before...
Jak glanced in the direction of Kilix and the other fighters.
"Look they need my help, you coming?"
Jak glanced back but he was gone. Slightly shocked Jak wondered if he had been there at all...

Quickly charging up again, Jak blasted off, travelling at supersonic speeds, barely visible to the naked eye, Jak precisely aimed himself at A group of Saiyan's, not aiming to plow into them, but the plow right through them...

((OOC: Just to let you guys know, Torn is an old char of mine who died (this is in the history in Jak's profile I think) He is a ghost, I can only see him , and he is there just to interact with me, he can't attack or anything, he is just a "descriptive tool" I suppose... Anyway if there is any problems with that then just say, cheers.))

[Archer]

((Alright, I got the go-ahead from Mr. Admin. I’m responding to people’s attacks, but I can’t do anything major story-wise until Ryan gets back to me. Either that or he’ll do it Hak, I aint responding with Dalian until you attack first, so I’ll leave him out of this post.))
((Right, again, here’s the deal. Ryan’s told me some of the stuff to do, and I’ve done them. We’re sorting out things in more detail now, so just hang in there ))

The Saiyans relentlessly assaulted the two warriors known as Damian and Kiruna, but the pair were far from unable to defend themselves. As the first wave of Saiyans approached, Kiruna’s Ki blasts hit their target. A bright flash, and in the aftermath there were 2 Saiyans fewer than before. Damian’s attack with his Halberd took down a few more, but for every Saiyan that fell, another simply took up to fill his place, and the bombardment continued.

The Saiyans did not let up for one second, being able to attack constantly and fiercely due to their numbers. Damian and Kiruna were doing a good job at defending, however, even against these odds. But every Saiyan in the number could see; it was taking its toll.

Soon, the warriors were forced into a new plan of action; retreat. Kiruna sent a telekinetic wave through the troops, knocking a few of the first rank of Saiyans backwards, and giving him and his comrade a small chance of retreat. But the Saiyans followed in hot pursuit, throwing Ki blasts after the fleeing warriors.

However, these blasts would never meet, due to the protective Ki bubble’s the pair had just empowered. One of the Saiyans sniggered loudly; a small but stocky man. Signalling to the rest of the squad, he flew up towards the shielded warriors, the other Saiyan’s following suit. Soon, the Saiyans were in a ring surrounding the two fighters.

With another snigger, he cried out; “Fire!” With that, the Saiyans all raised their arms, a ring of golden light flickering into life in their palms, before blast after blast exploded into life. Damian suddenly launched out of the ring, over towards where a few of the Saiyans were attacking Rizuk. One or two of the Saiyans from the ring started off after him, but the stocky one halted them.

“Leave him; we’ll take ‘em out one at a time. Lighten the load, as it were.”

With blasts coming from all directions, Kiruna would have to act quickly if he wasn’t to be ripped to shreds.

He did have some slight aid, however, in the form of Mike Rochip. His attacks injured one of the Saiyans, catching him off guard, but soon three others were attacking the Robot, sending attacks to various parts of his body, including an uppercut to his chin, and a strong kick to his gut.

One of the Saiyans in the group attacking Rizuk sensed Damian’s energy immediately, turning to face him and launching a Ki blast as his swung the Hell’s Halberd. But the blast sailed through the air unstopped, as Damian teleported to a new target. The Saiyan in question, with a look of utter surprise on his face, spluttered up bubbles of blood from his throat, looking down to see the point of a scythe poking through his chest. His body fell lifeless to the ground as the blade was pulled out from him.

The first Saiyan turned again to look at Damian, who was standing ready for defence. He nodded to one of the other three, who immediately moved over to aid him. In unison, the Saiyans launched themselves at Damian, one aiming a strong punch to his gut whilst the other sent a roundhouse kick to his head, before the pair unleashed a flurry of melee attacks on him.

The other two Saiyans from the group stuck with Rizuk, even through the near unbearable heat, as the Dragon rose up to the skies. One Saiyan stayed lower, firing volleys of Ki energy at the Dragon’s head, whilst the other flew straight upwards, aiming physical attacks at the Dragon’s wings; both attacks aimed to try and disable the beast.

Meanwhile, the insults of Ordell fell on deaf ears. Literally. The Saiyans within the shield heard nothing; the vacuum-like state restricting any and all sound from outside the Shield.

And sound wasn’t the only thing that the Shield restricted; it was also majorly reducing the effects of Falkan’s realm bending ability. The rocks simply shook slightly, the air became chillier, and due to the lack of any Ki or electricity in the air within the shield, this attempt was also completely useless.

On another area of the battlefield, the Saiyan squad attacking Pravent was brought down in number by Dalian’s blade, but only one or two were killed, and the others barely noticed. They seemed to be more worried about Pravent’s retaliation, as the squad were forced to power up their own Shields to defend against his energy attacks. But soon there was not just one Pravent to worry about; but three.

The Saiyans didn’t take this as a surprise, but simply assimilated it into the original plan. The squad split up into three groups of roughly twelve, six from each deflecting and defending against the Energy attacks, whilst the rest burst through the center of the others to a physical barrage.

But this was not all the Saiyans needed to deal with, as two of the Saiyans were hit by a flying warrior; the newcomer known as Jak. The Precurser burst straight through them, causing the debris that was once their bodies to fall to the ground. However, three of the Saiyans immediately went to deal with him, two attempting to hold him down whilst the first sent numerous physical attacks at him, starting with an elbow to the chin and a knee to the gut, but followed by many more high-speed attacks.

((Apologies for the poor-quality writing; feeling rather uninspired today =\))

[damian]

Kiruna growled as the ring surrounded him and muttered to himself,
"That was a mistake Kiruna..." But then, as the Saiyans unleashed their simultaneous attack, Kiruna remembered an old technique he hadn't used in a while. He brought his knees up to his chest, crossed his arms over them, then yelled,
"SHADOW SPHERE!" The pitch black orb surrounded him and expanded to five metres in diameter. All the Ki blasts passed straight through it and continued out the other side, with disastrous results for the ring tactic the Saiyans had deployed. Kiruna also took this opportunity to rest, but didn't just stay motionless inside. He extended his telekinesis outside the Shadow Sphere, sending waves of psychic force out at the Saiyan's to annoy and distract.

Damian had his own problems, as a Super Saiyan's fist stirking your stomach should be considered a problem. He coughed blood up, even into the face of the Saiyan, but the roundhouse kick hit only air as Damian had spun to the side. In this spinning motion he slashed at the first Saiyan's side, then spun Hell's Halberd as the melee attacks approached him. Every strike would be met by either the blade of the scythe or the tough bone breaking handle, so that no attack actually got through to Damian. He was glad he had managed to keep them there while Rizuk had escaped the lot. At least, that was what Damian had thought. But as he saw the volley of Ki blasts launched at the Dragon God, he felt his rage build again. He dodged round the two Saiyans assaulting him, teleporting so that he was behind them. Then he quickly launched a large and powerful ki blast with his spare left hand at the Saiyan firing at Rizuk, before he swung Hell's Halberd at the original pair in a large dismembering arc aimed for their waists. He then fired another point blank Ki blast at the two of them, then yelled to Rizuk,
"Fly Dragonboy, FLY!"

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan watched expectantly from the place he had landed - so far unnoticed by the Siayan army - while absolutely nothing happened to the Saiyan shield. After several moments without the slightest interruption, Reval did something new...he gave up an attack. The shield would have to be left to someone with more experience in such things. For Falkan, if Rhiannon and/or realm-bending couldn't damage it, there was little more he could do. Now he re-entered a role in which he had more experience: that of a shrewd, ruthless tactician. The battle was going better than expected for the small band of rebels, in that they weren't already all dead. In fact, a few more had been added to their numbers. Unfortunately, the android by whose side he had recently fought had entered the fray as well, for the Saiyans. The stupidity of such a decision astounded Reval, but he had long learned to expect evil to do stupid things eventually.

He needed a moment to re-assess the battle. Kilix had been aided by a new warrior with a sword and shield, and was back in the fight against the apparent leader of the two regiments. Pravent, that is the original, was in position to help Rizuk launch his attack, while three others were engaged in twelve-to-one battles. For some reason those odds seemed about even. Rizuk was under attack from only two Saiyans now, not enough to be a serious threat, but enough to break his concentration. Two other warriors were very clearly on the defensive, and a man with a metal face was being attacked by another group.

Falkan saw a very few options for the freedom fighters. They could band together and throw their combined might at the Saiyans. While they might succeed in wiping out even most of what they now faced, there was still a sea of enemies in reserve beneath that accursed shield. They could continue as they were, scattered and each in danger of being overwhelmed any moment...

There had to be another option.

Finally it occurred to him. The way the jungle tribes of his own world fought. They had trained Falkan for a time while he lived among them in their own brand of warfare. For years, the Tribes had managed to keep the hordes of monsters on one border at bay while constantly under threat of being swallowed up by the empirical kingdom of men on the other border. They were too small to face either foe in full on, army-to-army battle, and too scattered to unite their groups into one force. Instead, they fought with trickery and deceit, traps and theatricality. Reval's Lone Warrior knew full well he wasn't the fastest, the strongest, or even the smartest on the battlefield. In a fair fight, he would certainly lose against the might of the Saiyan army. Which is why he was done fighting fairly. The Jungle tribes won battles by quick, hit-and-run, rigged battles. There was always something more to their attacks than met the eye. And it was clear that was the only way the freedom fighters of Dragonia could win their battle. He smiled and sheathed Rhiannon. Tossing the Dragonblade to his left hand, he flicked his right wrist and grabbed the control lever on his grapple, Talon. The only question now was where to strike first...

The Lanky Saiyan with whom Kilix was previously embattled had a new foe - one that no doubt required a lot of attention. Falkan's grapple whizzed behind the man and latched onto a nearby rock. The speed at which it retracted would bring the V'alcan, whose power level was hidden completely, hurtling behind the fighter so fast that his attack would be doubly powerful. He aimed the Dragon blade for the Saiyan leader's knees and swung with all his might. Whether the blow connected or not, the Talon would have Falkan in position for his next move - a jump that would take him past one side of the ring of Saiyans attacking Kiruna. On the way, he sheathed the Dragonblade and charged ki balls with both hands. the balls would be sent at whichever two unlucky Saiyans he picked out on the way by.

The balls discharged, he spun and pointed his feet at Vi'drek, who was circling by at the perfect moment to allow him to redirect himself past Rizuk and into the back of the middle group of Saiyans attacking Pravent's copies. Both swords came out, were charged with energy, and sent into a flurry of hate-filled strikes at the six rear members of the group's backs and heads. With no intention of being counter-attacked, Reval fired the Talon again, underneath the hovering Saiyans and androids, bringing him into attack range of Damian's opponents. But these he didn't attack directly. With a hunch that Damian could handle such a maneuver, Falkan sailed on over the group, focused not on attacking but on bending. With luck, several powerful bolts of lightning would slam into Damian's foes...and miss him.

Falkan's first guerrilla assault was nearly over. Only two things remained to be done. The Talon fired again, at the robot who was being assaulted. A hail of rapid-fired beams from Rhiannon should help lighten his load. And finally, the surprise.

All of the attacks had happened in a matter of seconds. Sheer speed and surprise were what Falkan had been counting on - that, and getting the attention of quite a few invaders. Now he stood on the field, swords in hand, with a self-assured smirk and waited for a group to be dispatched to take care of him. An invisible cloud of electricity and ki was forming around the V'alcan, whose realm-bending was being focused through the swords. A shield formed around him, thanks to Rhiannon, while the Dragonblade acted as a Tesla coil, pumping the area full of dangerous energy. For now, the attack was sitting in a sort of stand-by mode. As soon as the invaders came after him, Falkan would use the Dragonblade to unleash a storm of electricity, ki, and his own energy upon them. Should his shield fail, he would simply teleport out and let the attack run its course.

Theatricality and deception...

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk didn't hear or sense any of the incoming attacks, even as Ki blackened his scales and his wings took blows that dented them and made them bow. All he knew was the power surging and roaring until finally he roared to the heavens and threw his arms and legs out, in a star-shape as the power exploded down into him. The Ki blast would be knocked back by the aura and although his wings had been damaged they were aesthetic alone at this point as they retracted into his back. He glowed with such heat and power that anything near him would get heat-stroke. The very air shimmered and sparked as he floated in the sky, for him it was almost unbearable. Holding this in was killing him and he could feel super heated blood seeping from cracks in his scales. He closed his eyes and concentrated on sending one last message before his final dive to try and save this planet. He closed his burning eyes and the message was conveyed to all the people assembled below them
"Thank you... All of you, you're trying to help... you have no duty but you tried and thats all that matters, the people of this planet should be grateful as I am. You all need to retreat, get some room, the epicentre of this blast should be able to puncture their ranks and do some real damage to the Saiyans but I can't stop them all, or count on it's sucess, just... don't give up. Never give it up..." Rizuk clenched his teeth but still let forth a scream of intense pain as the energy pulsed outwards scorching the air around him. He gritted his teeth and panted as he drew it in again, the power focused around his arm and a spurt of blood burst out. His whole body was just scales now, no more skin, no more hair, he looked the way people always seemed to percieve him but amongst this his body changed. The scales peeled off and exposed yellowing skin. His hands formed into claws and his feet into claw like stumps. The tears he cried as he held back the pain crystallised into orange flame streaks and his eyes turned red. Horns framed a new shock of white hair as he was floating in the sky surrounded by a raging inferno. He tilted his body and felt the fire build then launched downwards at a rocket pace, anything that got in his way would be vapourised by the sheer heat he was now generating. He was going straight towards the Saiyans and covered in fire, like the pods that had invaded the planet when this whole mess had started. He drew back his fist that glowed with green fire and as he grew near bellowed out with a voice that seemed to echo despite the roar of battle
[glow=green,99,300]"NUCLEAR CARNAGE!"[/glow]He swung his fist forward and a huge blast of fire and nucealr energy burst forth like a nuclear bomb, the over spill shot off into the sky and formed a mushroom cloud of gas as the attack launched at the Saiyans

((OOC: Not sure of the logistics of this, its meant to be an attack at the main body of Saiyans but not sure what defensive means are active so I leave the actual detonation up to Ryan's discretion, as do I the amount of damage inflicted))

[hakuto]

Hakuto's attack had been nullified by a combination of two warriors heping the planet. One of them through his seemingly indestructible shield to the other, and the shield successfully blocked out the attack from hitting Rizuk. The man with the shield then took it back and challenged the android, who simply smirked as he flicked his wirst.

At that moment all the ki spikes that had dropped to the ground instead of blowing up rushed upwards at the Dragonian. This, however, was merely a distraction as Hakuto could see that the dragon was finished charging up his attack. The android immideately teleported above the impact zone of Rizuk's "Nuclear Carnage" as the dragon reached the top of his ascent.

Without anyone having time to react, Hakuto's aura suddenly shot up even more, its pitch black spikes rapidly moving back and forward. A moment later, what looked like some sort of black light suddenly shot out of the android, it's epicenter the android's head. At the same time Hakuto let out a deep, booming scream.

DEMONIC DIMENSION!!!

The black light suddenly shot out all around the battlefield, everything being tinted black in the process. Rizuk was already heading down as this happened. Unfortunately, his sacrifice would be all for nothing.

With his dimension in place, Hakuto quickly opened up a giant portal in front of him. Rizuk and the roaring inferno surrounding him shot straight into it. At the same time, another portal was opened on the other side of the mountain, aiming straight down into another mountain futher away from the battlefield. Rizuk popped out the portal, with absolutely no way of changing directionw ith his momentum, and soon he would crash into the moutain, doing no harm to the Saiyan army at all.

However, some harm was done to his enemies. Even though Rizuk had gone through a portal, the immense heat from Rizuk's attack radiated onto Hakuto. The black dimension instantly collapsed back into the head of Hakuto, the android reverting to his first transformation. But, that was not all. The heat had actually melted Hakuto's arms right off, as well as some of his chest and face. The android collapsed in the air for a moment, his advanced regeneration already starting to heal the wounds.

Unfortunately, Rizuk would probably not be so lucky.

[Jimmy Claymore]

((Where'd that Class III come from? How can a move done in one turn possibly negate one thats been charging for 3-4? It'd, at least, kill yo ass, surely? As well as been a little auto-y))

[Tidus Revok]

((ive been saving this for a while. ;D ))

Pravent watched as Rizuk prepared to launch his attack and grinned. In a few moments his own plan would fall into place. For now, he just hovered over the battlefield letting the excess energy from Rizuk's attack wash over him. His energy absorbption module was working overtime but in no danger of failing anytime soon. The radiation, flame and heat that reflected back from Dragonia's surface was to Pravent's android half what a cool swim on a hot day would be to a human. Refreshing, relaxing, and rejuvenating. His already limitless energy was boosted beyond even his own imagination...it was time.

With a thought, he signaled to his three copies a short set of orders. Though the copies each had minds and wills of their own, it was rare that one should disobey him. The three , all at the same time activated their beam control modules and took control of the ki barrage the Saiyans were hailing down on them. Suddenly, the ki swept around the three like water flowing around rocks, then looped overhead and shot back toward the Saiyans who had fired it. In the chaos that would most certainly result, the Copies themselves surged toward the three groups of Saiyans and - self destructed. Whatever was left of the three dozen Saiyans was now at the mercy, or lack thereof, of Rizuk the Dragon.

Meanwhile, Pravent 1 had begun preparing his surprise. He was tempted to launch at the exact moment Rizuk did, but he decided to wait a few moments. If the Saiyans somehow survived Rizuk's attack, they would either drop their guard, thinking the worst was past, or be somewhat drained. Either way it would help him. So he waited to launch his follow up to the Nuclear Carnage. A little something he liked to call the Star Blast.

A fully charged Star Blast from a normal Victryean was devastating for hundreds of miles. But Pravent was no normal Victyean. His Android half was a lover of overkill, and whether he liked it or not, everything he did was supercharged. He had learned to counter that tendency by deliberately underpowering things. That way it all balanced out. A fully charged Star Blast from him was capable of destroying the area of two yellow suns, not to mention something so small as a planet. He would have to work hard to keep this one small enough to annihilate just an army. Maybe three, since the idiots fighting each other had infuriated him.

Pravent opened his cannons for the blast. His hands disappeared into his arms, leaving his wrists open like the barrel of a gun. Quickly the energy surged and rose in his systems. Rizuk launched his attack.


NUCLEAR CARNAGE!!!

Still Pravent's waited patiently. He needed jsut the right time. Suddenly his eyes flew open. Rizuk had done his job. Now he would do his. He extended his arms, but hesitated. Something was wrong. Rizuk and his attack had vanished into a portal. He saw the android Hakuto floating in the air wihtout his arms and figured it out. Hakuto had helped the Saiyans and stopped Rizuk's attack! Suddenly, Pravent's android half took over. He was so mad at what Hakuto had done that he couldn't help it! He no longer cared about the other fighters in the way, and his plan was already in motion. It just needed a little adjustment. He boosted the energy building inside him even higher - now it was dangerously high for such a small area - and moved so that Hakuto's floating body was between him and the Siayans. His blast would hit Hakuto first, but it was big enough to annihilate the android and still do massive, massive damage to the Saiyans below. It was time to trun the tide.

Both arms extended, feet apart, Pravent's eyes burned a bright red and his voice echoed nearly as loud as Rizuk's...

MY TURN MONKEY-BOYZ!!! STAR BLAST!

Red and white energy exploded from Pravent's wrists. The blast was many times larger than him, and though not nearly as impressive in size or appearance as Rizuk's, it was just as deadly. Whatever the Saiyans had made of Rizuk's attack, they wouldn't be expecting this...

((Remember a fully charged star blast can wipe out whole stars...that's why its called a star blast. Even though Pravent has it powered down so it won't destroy the planet, it's stil extremely powerfuil. They aren't something you can just stop cold.))

[hakuto]

Hakuto didn't have any time to regenerate now as he suddenly sensed a large amount of energy in front of him. His instincts kicked in and he instantly teleported to a nearby hill, still trying to regenerate himself. Unbeknownst to Hakuto, this wouldn't get him out of immediate danger.

(OOC: I teleported because me and Kilix have a plan. Don't worry, Hakuto ain't getting out of this in one piece.)

[Archer]

((All events in this post have been allowed by Hakuto after thorough discussion.))
((Oh, and Falkan, if I’m responding again, remind me to respond to your other attacks later. If I don’t do this post as I am doing then it’ll get confusing for me :S))

As Dalian stood ready to battle, most likely to the death, against this psychotic android, the expression on its face caught him a little off guard. He was smirking. Dalian, with the help of his fuzzy comrade, had just completely negated his deadly assault on Rizuk, and the creature was happy? A flick of the Demonic beings wrist gave him a clue as to why; a look down confirming it.

Using pure instinct, Dalian swung his body around in the air, stretching his arm out straight in line with his body, his Shield held flat in his fist. The Androids ki darts, once again, shattered out of existence on the Dragonian’s shield. The choice of tactic caught Dalian a little by surprise, he had already stopped the same attack once before, why would the android launch it again?

It was then he heard the voice in his head; The Dragon God was launching his final and fatal assault. Dalian looked up again, seeing the Dragon surrounded in smouldering flame that was burning the very scales of his body away. Sweat had been building on Dalian’s brow for minutes now, but in the chaos he hadn’t noticed. He did not move, however, being used to hot and humid conditions, but this was pushing his limits. As the Dragon descended, Dalian suddenly realised the purpose of Hakuto’s attack.

He turned to face the Android; but he was gone. Dalian sensed quickly for his energy, and within moments he’d located it. Directly in the path of Rizuk’s attack. Dalian knew immediately what he was planning; he would no doubt try to prevent the attack. And he could not let that happen, on any account. Swinging his sword out in front of him, Dalian began his descent towards the Android, but he would not be as swift as the Burning Dragon…


A boot cracked across the Liixan’s face for the hundredth time that day; but this time he did not fall. Spinning his body in the air, Kilix retaliated with his own kick, catching the Saiyan in the ribs. Winded, but no where near defeated, the Skinny Saiyan sniggered.
“Not all you’re cracked up to be, Fuzzball?” he taunted. But little did the Saiyan know that his final time was near.

A slight whipping noise cracked across the battlefield, past the ears of the Saiyan. Turning in an attempt to locate it, all the Saiyan found was air. That was, at least, until a hefty strike from the Dragonblade swung clean through the Saiyan’s knees. With a cry of pain, the Skinny Saiyan’s torso fell to the floor, his shins collapsing in front of him; the Saiyan now only having bloody stumps for legs.

While the so called “Super” Saiyan pleaded desperately to deaf ears, Kilix regained his composure, and walked calmly over the blood-soaked grass and rocks to his former foe. Spinning his blades calmly in his hands, he stopped in front of the Saiyan.
“Please…” the Saiyan snivelled, “Don’t kill me…”
With a remorseless expression on his features, the Liixan Agent flicked his blades level with the Saiyan’s neck.
”What choice have you given me?

A swift strike to the neck; the Saiyan’s head joined its shins on the ground, as the hair faded back to black, and the eyes back to brown. Kilix stood for a moment, in the peace of his weakness, but a moment was all he would get. Rizuk’s message invaded his mind; Kilix immediately turning to the skies. The dragon was almost directly above him. Starting at a run, and then pushing off the ground, Kilix aimed to fulfil the Dragon’s final wish; clear the area.


Dragonian and Liixan alike, the Warriors of Dragonia saw the Dragon’s noble sacrifice; and then saw the Android lay it to waste. As Rizuk approached the Saiyan ranks, the Android opened up a portal in space and time. Neither warrior saw where he reappeared. Kilix was too far away; Dalian too slow, but both warriors just saw what was probably their last of Rizuk the Dragon.

Kilix felt only one thing at that time; pure and utter hatred. His teeth gritted, to the extent at which his Liixan venom nearly dripped out of his canines. His blades still flaring in his fists, Kilix began back towards the Android, who was clearly injured. No matter what honour taught of “Never kick a man when he’s down,” Hakuto needed to pay, and Kilix planned to be the one to make him do so. But apparently, Pravent had other plans.

The Victyean Android seemed to want to prove that he was the ‘top android on the block’, as his wrists retracted into cannons, and his Star Blast attack shot down towards Hakuto, and the Saiyan ranks. As the beam approached, it seemingly hit the android, his body disappearing into the light. However, both Kilix and Dalian could sense this wasn’t so. He had simply escaped to regenerate and strike again.


Dalian had been in a state of near shock. For the second time today, he had seen what he took as murder. He stood wide-eyed, his mouth gaping open after the Dragon’s sacrifice. He, like the Liixan, had been filled with utter rage and hatred at the Android’s actions, but unbeknownst to him, nor the Android, nor any being on the battlefield for that matter, Dalian’s rage would take a much more physical effect.

As Hakuto’s body started to regenerate itself, Kilix was already on the assault. His arms began to mould back into form, but with a swing of The Ruby and The Sapphire, they were immediately falling to the ground again. However, as Kilix started his second strike, he noticed something odd. The Androids regenerative powers were starting to rebuild his scarred body, but not for long; something was counteracting it. Parts of Hakuto’s form were dropping off onto the ground, a look of utter confusion on the android’s deformed face. Kilix, realising he was no longer needed, flew backwards, to simply observe the Android’s demise.

Dalian, however, was under much more strain; although he was no longer in control of it, his power was being severely drained. The strange force that binds the Dragonian to the aspects of nature around him was acting; in its deadliest form. His rage, his hatred, all his negative emotions towards Hakuto Inuneo were being channelled into accelerating the forces of nature; he was literally making the android die of Old Age in a matter of minutes.

Hakuto looked down at his body, which was falling down to the planet in small pieces of metal and dust; however intelligent the Android was, he was finding it hard to figure out why he was getting more damaged, instead of his Microchip already repairing the damage. The effect of Dalian’s influence was digging deeper and deeper into the Androids body; his legs and arms eroding rapidly. Parts of his face began to fall down too; his deformed nose falling straight off his head, now nothing more than a rusty lump of metal.

As the effect began to dig into his brain, the Necronian Android seemed to fall into a state of near psychotic behaviour. With little more than a mouth and a stump of a torso left to his body, he began to do the unexpected. He laughed. The deep, evil laugh rang out throughout the land, as Hakuto spoke his departing words;
“YOU HAVN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!!”

With these words, what little remained of his body exploded into a cloud of dust and rubble, floating slowly downwards to join the pile already on the hillside.

Dalian, with all his power exhausted, fell unconscious to the ground. He would not be fighting for a good while…


Kilix landed on the ground next to the remains of the Android. Even through his immense hatred for the evil creature, he felt a twinge of remorse; no one should have to die quite like that. Looking through the debris for a moment, something caught Kilix’s eye. A small piece of circuitry, which seemed to be in semi-decent condition, although thoroughly rusted, and the edges of the circuit board eroded inwards. Bending down, he lifted the chip out of the dust and rubble.

”This may come in handy…” he muttered quietly to himself. His thoughts called out for his Robot, who was still abandoned in the battlefield.


The body of a deceased, skinny Saiyan seemed to move. It seemed to sit upright. And even more peculiarly, it seemed to beep. A few seconds later, a small, Liixan-replica robot emerged from beneath it, the quite dead body falling back to the floor. KGB, hearing his master’s call, flew up to meet him.

The robot landed next to Kilix’s leg. He turned to see him, crouching down when he was sure that it was KGB.
”Take this back to the ship,” Kilix said, opening the compartment in KGB’s chest, and placing the Microchip inside it, ”contain it, but do NOT lose it. Clear?”

The robot simply nodded in response, and blasted off towards the South.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk appeared to disappear into a black portal and no-one knew where he had come out, with a bright green explosion of power that shattered the black portal he appeared on a mountain-top far away, rolling down it and melting the snow as he went. He saw the battle and the main body of Saiyans, his attack had lost a lot of power forcing his way free. He only had one shot at this as he bounced down the mountain and cut open big cuts down his body. He finally had one chance whilst he was still bouncing down the hill
"This... This isn't over, Fight on guys. And someone give that guy who blew up Emo-Bot a medal, he definitely had that coming" With his last ounces of strength of will when everything else was gone, Rizuk hurled the remainder of his Nuclear Carnage at the Saiyans main-body it was much weaker now ((OOC: about as weak as it would be if I'd been charging for 2 turns not three)) but it could still do damage. The ball of green and orange fire shot forward as Rizuk's body reverted to its damaged state, some skin had come back but it was mostly just a red-scaled body. It collapsed in the snow and sizzed as it cooled down. His black hair was back and his trousers had re-appeared as basic black ones. He felt himself bleeding out into the snow and said through half-lidded orange eyes
"I...I have to get up. I want... to protect this place, I want to..." His body fell forward as red blood leaked around the rocks "to protect..." He slumped forward and the snow began to drift down and sizz on his scales. Skin was regenerating and holes closing but not fast enough, in order to heal he needed people to believe in him but no-one was here... The only sound on the lonely mountain top was Rizuk's ragged breathing.

[jak]

((The slight controlling of Kilix in this I got permission for just so you guys know. Any probs Kilix just edit it.))

Jak felt immense pleasure as he blasted through two Saiyan's, his gi being coated with flesh and blood. After dispatching those two Saiyan's Jak was caught off guard and with a crack he got elbowed in the chin, knocking him off his feet. The knee to the gut consequently missed, but a barrage of attacks ensued, Jak was being pummelled from all sides with devastating high speed attacks. With an almost instinct reaction, he electrified his body, e defence mechanism he hopes would ward off the three Saiyan's, then charging up he released a fireball of flames from his body, blasting it towards one Saiyan, aiming for the chest, whilst he aimed his hand towards the earth between the other two Saiyan's feet, causing a large fissure he hoped they would fall into.

Jak retreated from the group of Saiyan’s briefly, as he watched a Dragonian in awe. He had noticed the vast amounts of energy that had been coming from him and was amazed when he launched a colossal attack on the main body of Saiyan's. Jak shuddered when the Dragonian disappeared, and from the look of the other warriors around him, it looked like he wasn't coming back.

The barrages of attacks which the warriors in turn threw at the Saiyan’s were impressive, but he had no time to ponder, and Jak turned and began another attack. He picked out another group of Saiyan’s, a small squad of three and began his attack. He shot forward, sending a fist charged with electricity to the gut of the first Saiyan, before twisting and trying a double roundhouse kick aiming for both the Saiyan’s heads.

Jak teleported about 20 feet away from the regiments of Saiyans, crouching down he grimaced.
“Hey Kilix, I’ve got a plan, but I might need some help protecting these guys.”
“What guys…?”
Kilix shouted back. With a flash four exact copies of Jak appeared, only their hair, eye and aura colour separating them, they were all powered up to the four elemental fusions of the Precursors. Kilix nodded towards Jak and turned back to the main battle.
“Lads, start charging up, you know what to do.”
The four Jak’s nodded simultaneously and began charging individually their Elemental Destruction attacks. Jak knew that attack on its own would obliterate the Saiyans, but he wondered how they would cope with four of them combined.

Grinning Jak stood guard, firing off Ki blasts towards nearby Saiyans, keeping them at bay as the fellow Jak’s prepared to unleash hell. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Power was something more than plentiful on the field of that battle... something people could find in the noble sacrifice of a god and the hideous death of a terrible monster... but power could also be found in something there that did not belong...
the feeling of someone feeding on the destruction, the hatred, the sacrifices of the warriors involved... someone who was enjoying it thoroughly.

That creature was moving, oh how she moved... even on foot, her path was blazing in and out of the frey of saiyan and dragonian blood intermingling as she danced like a succubus in the inner recesses of hell's caverns... but her unbridled joy and sadistic glee at the suffering all around her was not enough... seeing the Dragon God fall, the terrible creature came to rest, her form coalescing from the ether of movement that beat the eyes of the weaker warriors present...

Whatever she may have felt for the dragon god, it was perverted and depraved now... she could feel the mighty being's suffering, his wounds near-fatal... and joy flooded her sick heart. Hakuto's destruction was of no concern to her... he got whacked because he was weak in her crazed opinion. Turning her attention to the mountain, then her feet, she began to run, run for all she was worth, run for the mountain where her new prey lay, breathing raggedly and dying. The grey of the slowed time, the sluggish movements of the warriors struggling in it... it was like a beautiful sepia painting to her.

Her legs deftly dodged up the mountain which held on it the body of the suffering Dragon, walking on clouds as his suffering grew closer and closer, the only indication she had that he was, after all, still there and alive. Tugging a crystal flower from her blood-soaked hair, the cruel angel put on a manevolent grin... she fully intented to torture him... and she fully intended to enjoy it...
but this would not be...

Something in her... begged her to reconsider her hunger...
Taken aback by her inner self's sudden willpower, she felt something strange awaken in her heart...
was it compassion...? Was that possible for her any longer...? She forced herself to her knees... well, a part of her did... her feelings went from a shade of midnight to a twilight hue, her trembling body crawling on the ground as she approached the Dragon God, lying inert in the snow...

She'd seen him before...

was he a link to her past...? Was he tied to someone she cared about...?
It diddnt matter any longer...
Part of her wanted to see him squirm on the ground... but another... well... the other was winning.

Scowling, she let it.

Taking four ki flowers from her hair, she bent over the inert form of the Dragon God and lifted him gently into her lap. His pain bit deep into her hunger for such things, and she found herself ignoring the pain of being so close to such heat... so she offered the ki flowers to him, cradling his head in her bosom, stroking his face to pull hair and blood from his eyes. From wild, sadistic hunger, she grew for this dragon god a sort of shewolf like maternal complex... a smile crossed her lips, as she tried to help the dragon feel the energies she so freely offered.

[Jimmy Claymore]

((OOC: Alright, since Ryan AND Kilix have gone AWOL now I'm doing the replying))

The Saiyans were not pleased with Damian's actions, The Dragon had launched an attack whilst he had defended him enough to keep them all away, as well as taking severe damage. The one who had been hit by the Ki blast spun around in the air and rocketted forward aimed to tackle Damian into the ground whilst the three who weren't badly damaged fired Ki blasts to distract him so the tackle might connect. But this didn't go as planned as, when Falkan's frame shot past, Lightning struck two of them. The remaining fighter spun around looking terrified and whispered
"Are we fighting the planet itself!?"

Falkan had done a great deal of damage with his attacks, coupled with his boost from holding Rizuk's weapon and these tactics he could feasibly have done huge amounts of damage on his own. The Saiyan Leader who was kneeling with his hands on his legs. He saw one of his men get taken out by a Ki ball as another dodged and six slaughtered by attacks from behind. As the attacker retreated the survivors fired Ki blasts after him trying to avenge their fallen comrades. The ones who were attacking the robot were braced now and dodged any attacks coming for them. They zoomed forward to try and attack Falkan but his shield forcfed them back. They didn't looked pleased, each one started gathering Ki into their palms and with a loud yell launched powerful purple energy blasts at the floating V'alcan. The Leader rose up, blood still on his knees
"I will take this one" He charged up and launched at Falkan's shield with a powerful blue glow surrounding him and a roar that would shake the earth as he threw a golden fist at the shield.

Pravent's Special was unexpected but due to some sheer bad luck on the Freedom Fighters side, they could block it. Ever since Rizuk had been charging his attack they'd been prepping the shield to handle a big attack, now Rizuk had been taken out by Hakuto, even killed if the Saiyans were lucky, they could stop Pravent's. As the blast came in they forced a focused amount of energy on the shield to defend it. The blast hit and bent the shield inwards, straining, they wondered if they could even hold it at this strength, until finally it ricochetted up and outwards. The Saiyans panted, exhausted, they would need time before doing that again but time was something they didn't have. They had under-estimated Pravent's power and over-exerted themselves and this could probe fatal. Outside the shield, Saiyans attacked Pravent's body with swift punches and kicks aimed at the mid-section trying to do damage to the main body of the Android.

The Saiyans saw Jak. And Jak, and Jak, and Jak and Jak... 5 in total of one warrior were standing on a hill and charging energy. Although it was much more likely they were going to have a weaker attack as a result they couldn't put it past them. With a shimmering aura the Saiyans below looked at an extremely portly one with his armour straining to contain his girth. He sighed loudly
"Why is it always me?" The Saiyans all looked stern and the fat one sighed. He floated up and charged at the main Jak who was defending the rest with his arms out-stretched and belowing, any Ki attacks would hit him but not hurt from his armour. He threw his weight at Jak to knock him down whilst the other Saiyans poured up and threw punches and kicks at the Jak doubles.((OOC: IF Jak is knocked down by the Fat Guy, if not ignore)) First one was attacked by two roundhouse kicks and an elbow, the second by a knee to the face and side of the head. The third and fourth one were both attack by two punches to the head and a kick.

Rizuk's eyes opened a crack and he could feel his pink skin re-growing over him, bit patches of scales were still glistening but his body was healing well, his black spiky hair looked dishevelled and his voice was hoarse, he spoke quietly in broken tones
"Who... Who are you... Have we met?" He mind was blank and he could feel his body heat lowering gradually, she was giving him energy to help him heal, her belief in him itself was doing most of it. He could feel his trousers change back to the light grey that had always been and his shoes the Blue Trainers he liked so much. His Orange eyes looked up at the woman, there was something familiar about her, to his credit 2,300 years was a long time, he might well have forgotten. He wasn't even making any jokes about it. He wanted to re-join the fight but he wasn't going to do anything like this, he'd have to heal first
"Thanks..." He whispered and felt himself healing slowly back to normal.

((OOC: Didn't do my own attack's reaction as I might be a bit biased, I'll wait to see what Ryan has planned))

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

(heh sorry brief post)

The woman said nothing... not a thing. She just sat there, holding Rizuk, staring at him with her eyes that just about screamed that she was insane... it could not be more appearant. She was not herself, barely in controll of her actions, her fingers occasionally twitching as if she had throttling urges... like they wanted to be around Rizuk's neck. It was curious though... something about her still somehow seemed pleasant... Rizuk likely met her when the invasion was first beginning... perhaps during the tournament a couple years ago. In any case, there she sat, staring, silent as the grave.