Post by Rensou Hiruen on Sept 24, 2012 22:17:35 GMT -5
[OOC: Weights used]
They had sent many to die that day, the Neejaran people, and they had all succeeded in their task surprisingly well. At first it had merely been the basest of their forces, the rank and file. . .grunts, so to speak. Those had offered little entertainment for the overwhelming need for violence in the heart and soul of the slayer. Only the whetting of the appetite had been accomplished, and oh, they had delivered with such fervor Rensou Hiruen had nearly become utterly overcome with joy. Stronger warriors, these had been, and oh so wondrously trained! A fighting people with a spiritual zeal that only accentuated their glorious deaths. The former general estimated the first cadre to be half of his strength, three of them in number, and devout to their religion and beliefs to the man! They had spat at him terrible names that his shoulders would gladly bear the tremendous weight if to only defeat one more of them.
“Godless. . .” one had muttered as the skin tightly wound around his muscle and cartilaginous skeleton shot forth in a punch fueled with what could never be described with one word, nor a thousand. The emotion within the creature had been a sight to behold, at least to one Rensou Hiruen. With immeasurable grief lent by the fallen brothers at his feet that Neejaran had gone on the offensive, splitting the skin of the Saiyan under his strike. The crimson and green blood on the ground mixed with unholy matrimony before Rensou caught him tightly in embrace, his movements too swift as his dominant arm wound around the head of his adversary and tore it free from his body. The body slumped as a beautiful fount of liquid erupted from the neck, those still living eyes blinked in disbelief before they clouded over with death and the head they were set within rolled across the battlefield.
“Murderer!” the other two cried in unison, rushing forward at once to increase their chances with superior numbers. The fact that they had attacked one at a time had nearly baffled Rensou, to think such a worthless life form the honor within them to offer him fair chance at victory. Perhaps they were incapable of realizing the true might of the terror that had arrived upon the Epoch Star. His mindset immediately bounded back to a combative state as his body bent to sweep himself free of the kick aimed for his skull, and afterward his legs pushed him backwards with such wondrous execution of Bukujutsu that his body disappeared from the sight of the Neejaran pair. They stood to their massive, towering height as they swept the landscape for the small fighter whom they truly believed they stood a chance again.
“Above you,” Rensou stated blandly before his grinning lips parted and his head tilted skyward, a devilish snicker rolling forth. All the while his spheres had begun to manifest beside him, and the Neejaran warriors charged.
“Mother fucker! ! !” one roared as he took the lead with punches and kicks roaring with speed and power, fueled by his complete hatred for this infidel whom had chosen to make his landing upon sacred burial grounds and kill his Neejaran comrades. His appendages were but a blur, but the Saiyan was faster as his head whipped to and fro, his body twisting and contorting to avoid every single attack with ease. The spheres had begun to elongate and thin, curving to form the dreaded twin blades that their creator called the Tsurutsurugi. The first to enter his grip answered the next punch with a slash, and all that was left was a cauterized stump at the wrist where the hand had once been.
“I'm going to stop you, monster!” cried the second, aiding his brother with an aimed burst of his inner energies at the back of the Saiyan. His fellow backed away in midair, clutching the wound which dribbled blood where the burn had not been enough. Once again the efforts of Neejaran offensive were halted as the second Tsurutsurugi cut the bolt of energy apart and the two halves flew harmlessly to the sides of the Saiyan before another Zanzoken brought him before the crafty offender. The eyes of the Neejaran widened with the sudden realization that the blade that had rendered his attack useless was now buried in the center of his mass, into his most vital of organs. With a push of his boot yet another Neejaran crumbled to the burial grounds, devoid of life. Rensou turned to face the last of the trio, whom was still clutching the bloody and burned stump, his teeth gritting with the pain and his rage.
“You're special,” hissed the Saiyan as he faded from sight for a brief moment before appearing before the damaged soldier, the blade lashing out again beautifully and sending the gripping hand atop the mangled pile of bodies beneath him. The Neejaran screamed, his hatred and rage replaced by a stronger emotion: fear.
“I've a task for you,” Rensou whispered as he moved in close to his prey, his lips mere inches from his ear. The distance mattered not, for the warrior was paralyzed with pain and fear. “Inform your people that you and your friends,” and at that Rensou motioned casually below them to the massacre sewn by his hands. “Were too weak to stop me, and they should send their best!” and finally the Saiyan shoved the larger Neejaran away from him, disgust evident upon his face. The Neejaran nodded his head with pitiful enthusiasm, his stumps smoking with the burning effects of Rensou's weapons. The blue skinned warrior wasted not a moment as he began to fly away from the terrible scene.
Another blur.
Rensou Hiruen appeared before the Neejaran a final time and sliced his booted feet free from his legs with a vicious slash of the ki blades in his gloved hands. The final Hiruen could only hope the charred flesh would stem the bleeding enough for the Neejaran to deliver his message, for without more friends to build such relationships with, he believed boredom would overcome his senses and he might be forced to much more brutal methods.
Without hands and feet the Neejaran continued his retreat, his screams of agony drowned out by the thunderous laughter of the Saiyan capable of committing such terrible crimes against life. His mind raced with pain, and his only coherent thought within his crazed mind echoed within it.
Over.
And over. .
And over again. . .
[/center]And over. .
And over again. . .
The warrior he had faced today was a godless killing machine!
