Post by Rensou Hiruen on Jan 19, 2012 20:06:02 GMT -5
[The Tsuruha is essentially Rensou's Kamehameha, a well charged beam.]
The denizens of the bar had little hope as that burst of energy hurtled through it as if it were naught but paper. Those caught in the immediate vicinity of the attack were thoroughly injured, and if not for the attack passing through two constructions would have certainly perished. No casualties, yet, but several were buried among smoking debris and some were bleeding vigorously.
“More Saiyan than machine,” Rensou lamented to himself as smoke and dust hindered his vision to the near point of blindness. Nonetheless, he braced his arms at his side and manifested the most devastating weapon with his small but respectable arsenal. The Tsurunoha, a complete opposite of the beam he had just gutted a section of town with. Whereas the release, the Tsuruha, was chaotic and destructive, the containment of the energies; the Tsurunoha, was controlled and precise. The twin orbs shimmered to life in wide balls of energy before they condensed inward to be wielded as if they were wrecking balls to whatever means Rensou saw fit.
The Saiyans ability to sense energy was nearly nonexistent, and was essentially instinctual, he knew Endive had dodged his assault. . .but he knew not of seven balls of energy rushing straight towards him as he flew through the dissipating smoke in an effort to engage her once more.
The first ball of ki struck him squarely in the chest.
It carried enough power to halt Rensou's approach and set him to the defensive, and he crossed his arms before his head and torso to protect his most important internal workings. The calculating brain. The fighting heart.
The second was blunted by the blocking arms, leaving the appendages charred to an extent and adding to the smoke Rensou stood within.
“Well done, Endive!” Rensou roared through the choking dust, but not well enough: the Saiyan had adjusted to the timing of the blasts with the first two strokes, and the defensive option was readily apparent to the last Hiruen in a moment. He was too braced in his stance to effectively dodge without presenting a potential opening, so the Tsurunoha went into action. Twin orbs danced in blurs of green and blue before him, battering away the similarly sized but vastly overpowered orbs with frightening quick lashes.
That threat dealt with, Rensou streaked into the air with a combination of Bukujutsu and muscle, the Tsurunoha retracting behind him to make way for arms that had become a pair of gattling guns, burning the remainder of his ki energies in a ferocious volley of energy. The Saiyan roared with exertion as he poured the last of his ranged capability into the cascade of streaking blasts.
If she bounded away, aim would be readjusted. When the need arose, Rensou would lead her to compensate for the time it would take his attacks to reach her. That said, she may dodge all of them, but Rensou Hiruen was no slouch in the arts of combat. She was stronger, that was certain, and the best way to vanquish a stronger foe was to unleash hell. To pace oneself with a greater foe was folly, and would only allow for speed and strength to pick the weaker apart, bit by bit.
And thus, Rensou Hiruen gave her every last bit of his fighting spirit and will in that volley, before she beat it out of him of her own accord. Ki reserves obliterated, the orbs behind him faded into nonexistence. All that was left of Rensou Hiruen was a pair of fists and feet. He hoped it would be enough to finish the task at hand.
The denizens of the bar had little hope as that burst of energy hurtled through it as if it were naught but paper. Those caught in the immediate vicinity of the attack were thoroughly injured, and if not for the attack passing through two constructions would have certainly perished. No casualties, yet, but several were buried among smoking debris and some were bleeding vigorously.
“More Saiyan than machine,” Rensou lamented to himself as smoke and dust hindered his vision to the near point of blindness. Nonetheless, he braced his arms at his side and manifested the most devastating weapon with his small but respectable arsenal. The Tsurunoha, a complete opposite of the beam he had just gutted a section of town with. Whereas the release, the Tsuruha, was chaotic and destructive, the containment of the energies; the Tsurunoha, was controlled and precise. The twin orbs shimmered to life in wide balls of energy before they condensed inward to be wielded as if they were wrecking balls to whatever means Rensou saw fit.
The Saiyans ability to sense energy was nearly nonexistent, and was essentially instinctual, he knew Endive had dodged his assault. . .but he knew not of seven balls of energy rushing straight towards him as he flew through the dissipating smoke in an effort to engage her once more.
The first ball of ki struck him squarely in the chest.
It carried enough power to halt Rensou's approach and set him to the defensive, and he crossed his arms before his head and torso to protect his most important internal workings. The calculating brain. The fighting heart.
The second was blunted by the blocking arms, leaving the appendages charred to an extent and adding to the smoke Rensou stood within.
“Well done, Endive!” Rensou roared through the choking dust, but not well enough: the Saiyan had adjusted to the timing of the blasts with the first two strokes, and the defensive option was readily apparent to the last Hiruen in a moment. He was too braced in his stance to effectively dodge without presenting a potential opening, so the Tsurunoha went into action. Twin orbs danced in blurs of green and blue before him, battering away the similarly sized but vastly overpowered orbs with frightening quick lashes.
That threat dealt with, Rensou streaked into the air with a combination of Bukujutsu and muscle, the Tsurunoha retracting behind him to make way for arms that had become a pair of gattling guns, burning the remainder of his ki energies in a ferocious volley of energy. The Saiyan roared with exertion as he poured the last of his ranged capability into the cascade of streaking blasts.
If she bounded away, aim would be readjusted. When the need arose, Rensou would lead her to compensate for the time it would take his attacks to reach her. That said, she may dodge all of them, but Rensou Hiruen was no slouch in the arts of combat. She was stronger, that was certain, and the best way to vanquish a stronger foe was to unleash hell. To pace oneself with a greater foe was folly, and would only allow for speed and strength to pick the weaker apart, bit by bit.
And thus, Rensou Hiruen gave her every last bit of his fighting spirit and will in that volley, before she beat it out of him of her own accord. Ki reserves obliterated, the orbs behind him faded into nonexistence. All that was left of Rensou Hiruen was a pair of fists and feet. He hoped it would be enough to finish the task at hand.
