The Final Invasion; Deception Point

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan simply smirked as the Saiyans made a few feeble attempts at counter-attacking him, then frowned. He had seen Rizuk launch his attack, and the destruction of Hakuto by one of the newcomers on the scene, but what had happened to the Dragon? He was torn now between two points of honor: the one was fulfilling his duty to retrieve Rizuk and ensure his safety, the other was his duty as the V'alcan Warrior to never flee the scene of battle. The answer came to him in the form of a large shadow that swept over the battlefield.

"Vi'drek! K'tow St'rek Dragon!"

In the language used only by V'alcan Warriors to their companions, Reval ensured the first of his duties would be fulfilled. Vi'drek arced right and swooped off to track down Rizuk. Meanwhile, Falkan's attention was demanded on the field, as the powerful Saiyan leader came hurtling at him, fist glowing with an attack. Reval smiled and...

...dropped his shield. Then he whirled left and brought both swords, Rhiannon and the Dragonblade, to meet the Saiyan's punch. The shock from the impact alone would rock the battlefield, but he wasn't done. Instinctively, he drew his knee up to where the leader's chest should be, brought the Dragonblade down on his back, then let go of Rhiannon with his right hand just long enough to fire a ki blast into his face. He caught Rhiannon before it even began to fall, then rolled backward and brought both swords into a scissors motion, hoping to cut the lead invader down where he should be reeling from the other attacks.

"Let me give you some advice: Go home now."

[damian]

The tackle connected, however, and Damian was forced into the ground with winding force. On impact, a large crater was created around Damian, making masses of damage on the ground and on Damian. He wasn't out yet though, and aimed a huge hook at the Saiyan's jaw, throwing all his momentum behind his attack. Thankfully, the other three Saiyans were distracted and Damian quickly wriggled his way out of the Saiyans grip and started running before he leapt up into the air and his aura crackled into life. He flew deeper into the waging battle, spinning around and firing off a barrage of Ki blasts at the Saiyans he'd left behind. Unfortunately, he was now not watching where he was flying, and collided with another Saiyan soldier, sending him spinning off course. He crashed into the ground for the second time, this time face-first and nearby the wounded Rizuk. He remained motionless for several moments. The only movement of his body were his shoulders, rising and falling as he breathed deeply. Then he slowly pushed off the floor, until he was on his hands and knees. He had a bleeding head-wound over his eye and his vision was blurred so that, when he looked up, he couldn't recognise the two figures ahead of him. So, to tell if they were friend or foe, he asked, in a whispering and injured tone,
"S-Saiyan?"

(Poor Kiruna's been ignored I'm assuming my Shadow Sphere technique worked)
In a burst of energy that was surely detectable by everyone on the battle-field, Kiruna returned to the fight, breaking free of his Shadow Sphere by shooting straight up and out of it. He had sensed Rizuk's attack, and decided to remain inside to heal. Now that the Nuclear Carnage had ended, he had got his second wind, and with a vengeance. Far above the Saiyan army below him, Kiruna drew his right hand back. And so he began charging the Storm of Souls.

[Archer]

((Sorry Guys, I gotta split. Africa calls. I'll be back in 2 weeks or so, but I gotta leave the battle so I can make Hakuto not dead... >_>))

Kilix surveyed the scene for some time; at the present moment it seemed the only warrior not completely swamped with opponents was Falkan, which he didn't find entirely surprising.

"There must be an easier way..."

Then the thought struck him. He had extra help; it just needed a bit of tweaking.

Kilix took off in the direction that his robot assistant had just taken. He knew he'd never be able to forgive himself for leaving that battle, but he had to swallow his pride for the chance to help in the grand scale.

(Nobody touch Dalian.)

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Sorry this is a little late, but this post should give everyone a little more freedom.)

All hell had seemed to break loose upon the battlefield, in a partially organised sort of manor at least. The armies of Bedoe and Lavertia were stilled locked in deep combat against each other, seemingly having betrayed the alliance the two kings had made only a few days prior, the entire Saiyan presence upon Dragonia was still snugly safe within the gigantic bubble of protection while a few stray regiments had burst out of the rear to attack what was left of Dragonia’s freedom fighters. In the eyes of any onlooker, not that there was anyone left not either dead, imprisoned or too scared to come and witness all of this, things would be looking extremely dark for Dragonia.



Much like any other war in the history of the universe, not just Dragonia, this war was being fought on two fronts, but unlike any other war this one was not just one against an invading alien race but a civil one against themselves at the same time it seemed. With the freedom fighters of Dragonia fighting the Saiyan menace the large armies of Bedoe and Lavertia were indeed fighting against each other instead, seemingly having already sacrificed their beloved planet in a last ditch attempt to settle an old quarrel.

The very front line of the Lavertian army had reached the very back line of Bedoen army while battling, and visa versa, while the two kings remained pretty much centre of the huge battle fighting against each other in an extremely heated battle. The two leaders of the countries were pretty much equal in ever sense, matching each other in battle almost perfectly, and in this sense so were their armies; one single person was yet to die. Then it happened. Blood was spilt.

It had been the blood of a Lavertian soldier, young and lacking the experience that came with age, and had been split by the blade of a much older Bedoen soldier. Suddenly all fighting stopped, the death rippling throughout the two armies like a pebble that had been dropped in the still water of a lake; even the two kings halted in their personal dispute. Silence had fallen except for the distant battles between the Saiyans and the freedom fighters; that was until Andrak spoke out. “What was his name?” he asked, his voice echoing out over the two armies. No one replied. “What was his name! Speak!” he bellowed out this time.
“Johnson, Peter Johnson.” a lone voice echoed out over the armies, it seemingly having come from someone right at the back. Silence followed after the echo of the name faded.

“Why did you betray us?” Isaac asked quietly.
“Why did you betray us?” Andrak asked in reply, slowly lifting his head to look up at his counter-part.
“That’s fair,” Isaac commented slowly. “The Saiyans came to us just before we met, threatened to attack Bedoe and kill every last person within its population if we didn’t take your army out of action…” he finished, a look of shame upon his face.
“The Saiyans came to us shortly after the meeting between yourself and I…they’ve captured my son, Seriyu, and threatened to execute him if we didn’t bow to their commands…” Andrak commented. “I fear we’ve been pitted against each other, Damn that Demos!”
“…Demos?” Isaac slowly questioned.
“Yes…the general of the Saiyans who came to me.”
“He was the same one who came to me as well.”

The two looked on at each other in silence, the silence actually saying more about their raw emotions than any words between them could have. “Let us deal with these scum bags once and for all Isaac.” Andrak suddenly said.
“But what about Seriyu, what about your son?”
“I know him, he can take care of himself…”
“Are you sure Andrak?” Andrak nodded. “Then let us end this like Dragonians.”
“Brothers in arms.”
“Men…Charge!” “Charge!”



Meanwhile there was apparently one hope for Dragonia, and it came in the shape of a dragon called Rizuk who had seemingly expelled a colossal attack capable of destruction on mass proportions from within his body, an attack of nuclear capabilities upon the Saiyan bubble. The majority of the Saiyans had already seen it already, other having missed it while focusing on the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia battling each other, but now, as the mammoth attack came hurtling toward the bubble, every last one of them was focused upon it.

Suddenly the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia, now being unable to distinguish between the two, turned and charged toward the bubble from the opposite direction of the colossal attack; it was a sandwich, and not one that tasted nice or the sexual type either. “This is it men!” Demos suddenly bellowed out. “You know what to do!” and with that every last one of the Saiyans shouted out ‘Yes sir!’ and turned to face the oncoming attack.

Just then the bubble lifted up from upon the ground as the attack finally touched it, now opening the Saiyan army for attack, as it suddenly wrapped around the attacks explosion. The bubble then finally took the true shape of a bubble, forming a complete sphere around the nuclear explosion, keeping it from spreading around the area. The shield had allowed the Saiyans to come out but nothing in, but with it now reversed to hold in the nuclear explosion nothing could escape from the inside but things could move into its deadly interior.

With the freedom fighters now able to attack the main bulk of the Saiyan army, and the huge joint army of Bedoe and Lavertia now charging toward them also, the Saiyans seemed to come to life; quite literally. There was an explosion of light from the army as each and every last one of them, all except general Demos, suddenly transformed into Super Saiyans. The light was blinding to say the least and the sudden surge of power was unlike anything ever felt, although it was the combined power of the Saiyans after all.

And just like that the entire Saiyan army pour forward toward the armies of Bedoe and Lavertia, the last big battle of Dragonia finally starting.

[jak]

((Sorry for the late reply, keep forgetting to check here...))

Jak was alarmed as an unusually chubby Saiyan charged towards him, and just a split second before the Saiyan crashed into him, Jak electrified his entire body, sparks rippling through his skin. If the saiyan crashed into him he would surely be electrocuted. Jumping up Jak looked at his clones, who were being assaulted be a group of Saiyans. They would be able to fight with their legs, but their arms were too busy charging their attacks.

Turning Jak saw his lighning clone, who used his legs to block the roundhouse kicks, cancelling them out, but was hit in the head by en elbow. Staggering he nearly discharged his energy, but the normal Jak leapt forward and held him up, simultaneously doing a double roundhouse kick to the attacking Saiyan's chest, fire errupting out of his leg as he did so. After making sure the first Jak was defended, he moved around to help the next, who sucessfully blocked a knee from a Saiyan by ducking down and doing a sweeping kick at the Saiyan's feet. Jak opened fire on the other Saiyans attacking, launching a mass of ki towards them as they attacked the third and fourth Jak's. The normal Jak jumped in, attempting to throw one of the Saiyans away, the other he threw a powerful punch at towards his face.

Jak was alarmed when he noticed the bulk of the armies begin to move, and the flash of light blinded him as the Saiyan army all powered up.
"Here, just use this." Torn said as he appeared out of nowhere, holding a very large cannon of some sort.
"Look Torn, we've established this, that's an imaginary gun, it won't work."
"Look just try it!"
"It won't work!"
"Just try!"
"Argh man!"
Jak grabbed the large cannon and pointed it towards the advancing Saiyan's. He pulled the trigger but it just merely clicked.
"See, imaginary."
Jak threw the gun at Torn which just disappeared, as did Torn.
"Fine, be like that."

Jak sighed and after flying into the air he made sure the Jaks were ok as they finished charging their attacks. "Right lads! We can't wait any longer, their lines are advancing!" Jak grinned, "Let's unleash hell!" Jak blasted up into the air and hovered in the middle of the four clones as he took the charged attacks and combined them. Jak held a collosal mass of elemental energy in his two arms, he was trembling under the pure power, a swirling ball of energy just waiting to be released. "Eat this!" Jak yelled as he unleashed the energy upon the advancing Saiyan army, the energy blasting out from his arms.
"ELEMENTAL DESTRUCTION!"

((See my profile for what happens with that attack, and feel free to control Jak to whoever replies to the attack as he has to fire the comet off at the end of the attack.))

[damian]

Jak's attack was well-timed, and right now, that was all Kiruna cared about. Even as he prepared to launch the huge comet he was forming, Kiruna's Storm of the Souls attack had been prepared. Then he frowned as the the main bulk of the Saiyans army transformed and the huge amount of Ki he'd gathered was, unfortunately, not going to be enough. Then he shut his eyes and prepared himself. In a blindingly bright flash, he transformed, becoming an Awakened Shadiohurcan. His perfectly white-skin shone as a message to the Saiyans below, and he poured even more energy into his attack. He aimed it perfectly, then thrust his glowing white hand forward and screamed, in an animalistic roar,
"STORM OF THE SOULS!!!" The huge blast of Ki appeared in a flash, screaming towards the centre of the Saiyan army. It was gigantic, and Kiruna could barely steady himself in the air as all his gathered energy, everything he;d been saving for this fight, exploded out of his palm. Not only did the Super Saiyans have to worry about this epic blast closing in on them, but also the smaller, but easily as deadly, "spirits", homing Ki blasts that moved much quicker and fatally towards the Saiyans, screaming as if they were tortured souls themselves. Choices were limitted for the Saiyans: stuck between Jak's massive attack or Kiruna's. A rock and a hard place. With all this energy spent, his body drained of so much Ki he couldn't even stay air-borne, Kiruna tumbled down towards the scorched ground, landing with a hard thump on the dirt. His arms were spread wide, his body exhausted as his final declaration charged towards the Saiyans with awesome amounts of power. Out of Awakaned Shadiohurcan, Kiruna lay, blinking in the light of his own attack.

Damian wiped the blood from his eyes and recognised Rizuk and... someone else. He grinned breathlessly and was just about to greet the Dragon God when he heard Kiruna and Jak, their attacks cutting him off and causing him to wince as his senses took a hammering from the amount of Ki discharged. He looked up at the two attacks, the approaching armies of Lavertia and Bedoe, then down at Rizuk and whoever was healing him. He hoped they'd understand when he got up off the ground and yelled,
"We need to get Rizuk out of here! He's in danger!" Hell's Halberd appeared in his hand and he cut a glowing oval portal into the thin air and stood aisde, motioning for the stranger to take Rizuk through there. He looked up as he saw Kiruna falling, and frowned to himself. He motioned hurriedly to the stranger, hoping he was undersotod, before stepping away and saying,
"I will stay here and see this battle through..." One of Kiruna's smaller Ki blasts from the Storm of Souls swept over his head and Damian ducked suddenly, then began his exploration of the battle-field once more, hoping he'd be able to find Kiruna before it was too late.

[lara]

What a spectacle everyone was making of themselves. I mean, what were they thinking? Lara-Leigh had remained still in the air for some time now, watching as all the events unfolded before her eyes. She had managed to remain completely undetected by anyone else – why would they notice her when they were too busy deciding who they wanted to fight? And in what order, come to think about it. So much bloodshed, in such a small space of time. She enjoyed watching it all immensely – to her, such a battle is like a book that cannot be put down til the end, the constant twists and turns keeping her fixated and absorbed.

But in some senses it was unsettling. So childish. It angered Lara immensely – people acting the hero, all of this pathetic fighting, jumping in to save others made her feel sick to the stomach. Do people not realise that risking oneself for others is pointless? If it doesn’t work out, it’s not like they’re going to be able to return the favour if one or both of you is dead? Always look out for number one; a golden rule if ever there was one.

No, something had to be done. But even with the power Lara-Leigh possessed, she knew that fighting with either side, or against both, would be no easy feat. Loki. Of course, how could she not have thought about that before? Obviously powerful, and judging by how he was hovering in a similar fashion to her, he wasn’t inclined towards fighting evil, but more likely join in for the ride. His dark silhouette not too far off in the distance, his back was faced towards her, so whether he knew of her presence or not she did not know. She could feel his power.

Transporting herself so as to be within earshot of Loki, Lara appeared mere meters to the side of him. She did not look at him straight away, although in such a position, it would be near impossible for him not to realise she was there. Her eyes looked thoughtfully down on the battle, and an impending silence that occurs when someone is expected to speak, but no one does – awkward. He spoke. Even at this stage Lara was unsure of what she wanted to say to Loki, or what she required of him.

“Don’t know what you think, sweetie, but I think something needs to be done here.” She spoke, seemingly into the mass of warriors as they fought a bloody fight below them. “If we were to be any kind of a helpful bystander, a good citizen, we would offer to help those that are at a disadvantage – in good will, one might say. The Saiyans appear to be struggling, or I believe will be eventually. Surely, as good people, it is our right…no, it is our duty to help them?”

She looked up at Loki, and smiled an evil smirk. With a quick wink, she said to him,

“What d’ya think?”

(OOC: Ryan's hot )(( OOC: I'm hotter ;D))

[Ryan - Loki]

He had just remained there while he waited for her to reply, remained there in complete silence as the chaos, havoc and death filled the beautiful land far below him. Despite not being able to actually see it particularly perfect he could smell the blood within the air that already had been split, he could smell it like a shark would be able to taste it within an ocean of water; and he absolutely loved it. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the reason, whether it was the fact that he knew the Lavertian and Bedoen kings where below him or his maniacal lust for pain finally beginning to shine through he didn’t quite know, but his eyes were glowing with an intensity he had not felt in an incredibly long time and his rage was parallel.

Maybe it was a mixture of everything combined that was sending him into the way he currently was, maybe it had something to do with the death of his brother, Ryan. Ryan had been his other half, the good that countered his evil, the day to his night, the light to his darkness; Ryan had been his complete polar opposite, and now he was gone leaving only darkness.

“It seems I’m obligated to bring forth darkness,” Loki suddenly muttered. “But it’s going to be on my terms, my terms alone…” he finished, his tone angry but extremely quiet, so quiet in fact that Lara would have had to have been listening extremely carefully to hear him. It was then that he finally tilted his head to look down toward the masses of people who had just engaged themselves in battle, the armies of the Saiyans and Dragonians meeting in a battle that would most likely only end in death.

“So you think they’re going to loose do you?” He said loudly, directing this at Lara. “I seriously doubt it, considering they now control the entire planet.” he continued. “And I suggest you don’t ignore me next time I speak to you, it’s considered the height of rudeness.” he finished, finally spinning around to face Lara. His eyes were now burning with a deepness that she had most certainly never seen, none had except one person, his anger almost radiating from his person.

“Do you realise what would happen if we truly helped the Saiyans Lara?” Loki asked, his voice sounding quite calm considering he looked the complete opposite.

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan was still staring down his opponent, the Saiyan commander, who should have been barely recovering from a blistering attack; when several things happened that grabbed his attention...the bubble protecting the massive Saiyan army was moved, Rizuk was found and still alive, and the armies of Lavertia and Bedoe turned on the Saiyans. He knew it without even looking...felt it. A V'alcan Warrior learned early to sense the changing tides of battle as one might feel the subtle change of a breeze. He also felt the tremendous energy releases as several of his allies let fly their ultimate attacks. For a fleeting moment, he considered unleashing the Warrior's Wrath, but resisted.

The attack hadn't been used by any V'alcan Warrior for over a thousand years, and if ever there was a time for it, this seemed it. But a second thought restrained him. Two others, Rizuk and Pravent, had hurled their mightiest powers at the invaders already, both to little avail. If these failed as well, someone would have to be left with enough energy to hold off an entire army. And it looked like he would be it. So instead, he unleashed his anger on the Saiyan commander, this time in a blistering array of cuts with his two swords and a flurry of seeking beams that ended in a mammoth energy blast. If the fool survived that, it would be time to try something new.

Suddenly, on sheer impulse, Falkan glanced at the incoming attacks from Kiruna and Jak, and...charged into the Saiyan army. If what he had seen before was true, the bulk of the army would turn their attention to defending from the two attacks above, and meet with a measure of success. If he was right, he could do one of two things:

Cut through their ranks with ease while they shielded themselves (and him) from the incoming blasts:

or divert their attention from the defensive strategy and get blasted right along with them.

An eye toward the second of those two possibilities prompted him to fire the Talon backward, latching it to the face of a cliff. If he needed a quick exit, all he had to do was flip the lever and let the grapple do the rest. As two gigantic blasts came hurtling from above, the Warrior of Reval grit his teeth and tore into the Saiyan ranks, Rhiannon and the Dragonblade slashing wildly. Rhiannon, once again acting on its own, flung energy beams in every direction with every swing.

He was either a hero or a fool. Only time would tell now.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk ground his teeth and began to crunch his tomach to get himself up, the skin was healing almost completely and his clothes were beginning to re-appear as well. He had a faint smile as he struggled his way up
"Heh... didn't know you cared Punk-Ass...." He gently pulled himself away and pushed himself up. He was a bit shaky on his feet and he could feel himself still healing from his own abilities, but he couldn't stand by now... he leant heavily against a rock-face and spoke with a cracked voice
"This is it... the children of this planet face their final challenge in over-coming the Saiyans... we need to fight this. I'm damaged but I can still help..." Rizuk staggered forward and dropped to one knee again. He coughed violently and flames sputtered out mixed with blood. He wiped his mouth and forced his way up again breathing heavily. His whole body felt like hell
"Why can't I get up... my bodies still... too limited!" Rizuk dropped to his knees and panted violently, he couldn't get up... the last thing he'd given to this battle was his Nuclear Carnage attack, he couldn't do a damn thing more to help now... He felt furious at himself, he'd fired the last chance they had and it was too weak and the Saiyans had even stopped it. He felt himself getting even more pissed, he needed people to believe in him for his healing to accelerate and there wasn't any of that going around so he'd just have to wait. He leant against a rock-face and gradually his skin crawled back into place and he could feel himself healing more and more....
"Damnit... hold on everyone...

[Archer]

((I'm not going to post responses yet, but I will be soon. Plus, I'm taking a little control with the Dragonians; it's ma job ))

With the Saiyan's now exposed, the Dragonian warriors now fighting as one, and the Freedom fighters working as one, and to their fullest potential, the battle seemed to be twisting it's favourites. The Dragonian's and their allys seemed to have a chance to win the day; although it was just as slim as ever.

All around the battlefield, Saiyan warriors were flaring their auras up, the power of Super Saiyan raging through their bodies. In equal response, all those warriors of the Dragonian Army who had the potential were exploding into the Silver Rage of Dragon Scar.

All, that is, except one.

Lying on the floor of the battlefield, with gritty water soaking into his emerald robes and mud specks flicking across his face from every footstep of an enemy warrior, was Dalian Amero. His eyes were firmly shut; consciousness having left his body long ago. But his subconsciousness was very much there, and any warrior who knows Dalian Amero will know his subconscious is something to be reckoned with.

Flares of activity sparked through Dalian's dormant mind. Although he didn't know it, and probably never would, he was about to play dramatically in the favour of the Dragonians.

As Jak and Kiruna launched their twin attacks, causing the Saiyan's to divert their attention to defence, they would have no time to notice the activity on the ground. They would not see the vines and roots, creeping up through the cracks in the muddy, rocky earth. Slowly but surely, the vines and roots grabbed hold on the Saiyan's legs. Some didn't notice; others may have; most just concentrated on defending, considering it to be merely a coincidence, and not important.

But then the vines started to constrict. Some Saiyan's cried out in pain, others were forced to the ground, whilst some watched as their own legs were punctured by vines and roots, and pulled clean off their bodies.

However, there were still more than enough Saiyan's to defend the attacks. But if Dalian's subconscious was allowed to roam free, this could soon change.

[Archer]

((Sorry for double-post, needs to be done!))
((P.s. Sorry Dan You'll see...))

The forces of the Saiyans were divided. Half were charging the Dragonian forces, whom were finally united as one force. Half were stood firm, ready to halt the attacks from two of the foolish 'Freedom Fighters'.

The Saiyan troops engaged the forces of Dragonia, and although only one blood was spilt in the Bedoe-Lavertian battle, there was much more to be spilt now. All over the vast battlefield, Saiyans killed Dragonians, and Dragonians killed Saiyans.

But the warriors aimed to change this; Jak's ball of Elemental Destruction was homing in for the kill. But the Saiyan's were far from unprepared, those who were not being ravaged by the living vines were already preparing their shields against the attack. Little did they no, they might not need to...

On the floor of the battleground, a figure was twitching. Although his consciouness was gone, there was a force in him still which felt everything around him; including the fake-Seimsic waves from Jak's attack, which were being used at this very moment to cause tremours through the earth.

And with Dalian still unconscious, there was nothing to stop the active part of his mind. If he could hear anything, it would be a voice repeating itself slowly through his mind;
...not natural it's not natural it's not natural it's not natural...
His mind was working itself into overdrive, his body now spasming in response, as the voices got faster;
...it'snot natural it'snot natural it'snotnaturalit'snotnaturalit'snotnatural...
Dalian begain to rise, his body still frantic with sharp movements, as the words began to creep slowly out of his mouth;
"it'snotnaturalit'snotnaturalit'snotnatural."

"IT'S NOT NATURAL![/b]

With Dalian's last cry, a shockwave erupted from the earth, as Dalian's subconscious forced Jak's first attack out of the Natural earth. That wave of energy also snapped Dalian's mind back into consciousness; the Dragonian warrior standing shakily, still with reprecussions of what was happening. But he was standing, and he was conscious. It was a start.

Meanwhile, with the first part of Jak's assault foiled, the Saiyan's had no trouble dealing with the rest. Ki blasts were being fired through the ensuing tidal wave of water, boiling it before it came anywhere close to touching Saiyan flesh. Ki shields were more than enough to deal with the Electricity shocks.

As the Ki Meteor soared towards the Saiyans, they jumped into action, grouping together near the impact zone of the attack, and efficiently launching a counter; a giant Ki beam, with the combined energy of hundreds of Super Saiyans. The energy punched through the Meteor like a cannonball though paper, leaving flitterings of fire and Ki dissipating in the air, as the rest of the Beam headed straight towards the Precursor, and his Elemental Clones.

With the defending Saiyan's all in one area, Kiruna's attack would have a much more concentrated effect. As the main body of the attack shot towards the Saiyans, and the hundreds of homing spirits screamed through the air, one of the Saiyan's in the front of the block began to chuckle to himself.

"What do these newbies think their playing at," he snorted, "it don't work and they just do it again."
The Saiyan's around him sneered in agreement, preparing their energy shields to take the brunt of the attack. However, none of them were paying enough attention to ground level to notice the blur of steel and energy. The Saiyan who had just quipped about their enemy glanced down for a moment, only to see the Dragonblade as it entered his throat.

The only thing that alerted the other Saiyans was his screams. Before they could react, Falkan had cut them down. The V'alcan warrior punched a hole clean through the Saiyan ranks, and the Saiyans, their attention now diverted to the warrior, managed to neglect the large ammount of Ki flying at them.

Falkan's plan had worked perfectly; he had distracted the Saiyan's just long enough for Kiruna's attack to strike. The Storm of the Souls ploughed through the defending Saiyans like a hot knife through butter, leaving little but the charred skeletons of warriors. At last, one super attack had succeeded.

The attacking Saiyans felt it immediatly; although the Saiyans still outnumbered the Dragonian's after this massive strike, they could feel their advantage slipping away. Amidst the battle, a nod passed through the Saiyan ranks like a mexican wave at a popular football match.

Another gold light erupted from the Saiyan numbers, along with thousands of bolts of Electricity, which danced over the battle like a tablecloth on a windy day. The Saiyan's had turned Super Saiyan 2.

[damian]

The success of Kiruna's attack shook Damian off of his feet, yet he staggered back up just in time to get a perfect view of Dalian sucker-punching the Saiyan General. Damian laughed darkly, appreciating the plan that had come together, Falkan and Dalian making an accidental distraction strategy just in time for Kiruna's super attack to devastate Saiyan ranks. But there were still more.
"There's always more..." Damian muttered, and Hell's Halberd was in his hand the next second. He cut a portal into the air for Kiruna, to dorp him off somewhere near Bedoe, and forced the unconscious Shadiohurcan through it before sealing the way behind him. With Kiruna safe, Damian turned back to the battle-field. Dalian would need assistance, especially now that all the Saiyas had ascended yet again. Luckily for Dalian, Damian had no problem being the distraction. Using Hell's Halberd, he channeled his Ki into the blade and swung it, sending a massive wave of Ki along the ground towards the ranks, followed by another slash and another sending more powerful waves. He ended this series of attacks with one palm thrust forwards, which fired roughly ten Ki blasts, all curving off on their own directions towards the Saiyans.
"That should get your attention... So come on now Saiyans." Hell's Halberd vanished and Damian's arms fell to his sides. Energy built up all around him, until his aura built up and the ground around him began cracking and floating up into the air surrounding him.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Try and hurt me!"[/shadow] His preparations ready, Damin awaited the Saiyans, surrounded by his power. His Devil Form was starting to blur, a sign that he had been in it too long. After remvoing these Saiyans from the equation and protecting Dalian, he'd have to revert to normal, and that would never be enough to stop these Saiyans. That was a risk Damian was now willing to take, for his world.

[Archer]

((One or two saga-autos))
Elsewhere on the battlefield, things were beginning to get difficult. With the Saiyans now in Super Saiyan 2, the Dragonians were being cut down in their tracks, their numbers dwindling like a dying fire. Andrak and Isaac still stood firm, trading as many blows as they took, but they felt what every dragonian probably felt; the battle was futile.

When Damian's blasts were launched from his Halberd, the Saiyans reacted instantly. The Saiyan warriors manouvered around the battlefield, becoming blurs to the eye as they easily dodged the blasts. The second advantage of this is that the energy now cut down a good few more Dragonians as it passed harmlessly past the Saiyans; Damian was doing more hurt than help.

And soon, a good ten Saiyans were upon him, and a sharp strike to the chest sent Damian to the ground, but the warrior was back on his feet soon after. The group of Saiyans circled him, knowing that they could easily toy with the warrior.

But they did not attack. It was easy to sense by anyone that even if his power was skyrocketing now, he could not hold it for long. It was now a waiting game...


And high above the battlefield, Rizuk's final contribution to the battle glowed in its prison. But nobody noticed how the radiation was flaring, or the shield growing brighter and brighter...

[damian]

Damian forced himself back to his feet, aware that Dalian had been joined by Kilix and ten Saiyans had now chosen to attack him. He rubbed the pain out of his chest as he surveyed his opponents. He chuckled dryly, then laughed at them as they waited.
[shadow=red,left,300]"What's wrong Saiyans? Afraid?! Come on! Fight me!"[/shadow] he yelled at them. He focused all his power again into every cell of his body then moved in a blur, testing his Devil Form and his Antichrist Powers to the limit. He was soon on a direct course towards one Saiyan, where he leaned back into a powerful double-footed kick. Then he forced the Saiyan away and back-flipped, hurling two Ki balls at another Saiyan behind him, then reached the centre of the formation and fired one Ki blast left and one right at another two Saiyans, before picking another at random and charging straight towards him, thrusting his razor claws towards the Saiyans stomach, then swinging his other arm towards the Saiyan's spine, intending to send him into one of his comrades.

From there, he focused once more and activated Devil Comet. Combining this with the Devil Form and the Powers of Damnation, time itself seemed to slow for Damian. He could percieve all the Saiyans around him from every angle. Every breath they took lasted at least a minute to Damian. He moved between them, assessing each of the nearly frozen Saiyans. To them, they could barely see Damian. He was nothing more than a blurred shape moving between them, and he bounced around the formation, sending an elbow-strike to one Saiyan's jaw, then sending a kick to another's stomach, head-butt to another with his razor sharp horns glistening in the slow sunlight. A series of punches to another Saiyan's stomach and chest, blurred beyond comprehension and visibility. Another Saiyan would surely suffer a near light speed uppercut, and Damian ended all this incredible speed with the Crescent Blade attack, putting his palms together and creating the attack. It moved so slowly to Damian but, to the Saiyans, it shot straight across and on a fatal course towards them. And then, Damian let out a breath, and all reality came flying back to him.