Post by Rensou Hiruen on Dec 2, 2011 21:19:42 GMT -5
The night was dark under a clouded sky that a sliver of the Vegetan moon dared not to penetrate with full force, lest the people of the planet rise up and tear it from the sky so they might drink in the intoxicating effects of the Oozaru forever.
Emptiness adorned the streets running through the slums like veins, for the lifeblood of the poorest section of the city had rushed to the very heart of their sector. It pulsed with obnoxious sounds and gaudy lights, signifying the great yet grotesque scene that was to take place within the walls.
The chambers within that heart were filled with thousands upon thousands of spectators, all Saiyan, all impatient to see the blood spill on the white tile. They lusted to see a fight and their waiting would soon be awarded. This heart was the Saru City Gladitorial Arena. This night a champion would be crowned with the bones of the fallen.
At the Eastern corner stood a muscular Saiyan of average height and build whom stereotyped the Saiyan warrior, reminiscent of the glorious days under King Bardock. . .this one had been left untouched by the taint of inner and outer peace, as most of his race had grown accustomed to over the last twenty years. The onyx locks jutted outward and wildly, unkempt and as unpredictable as their wearer. His scars lined his face, the badges of many battles fought in this very arena. The Saiyan armor that shrouded his powerful abdomen was worn as stained with blood, as it should be.
Rensou Hiruen was every inch a pinnacle of Saiyan breeding, an elite warrior born of elites. At a mere twenty years old his power already exceeded most, if not all, of the Saiyan military. Children revered him and women adored him whilst their men envied. Once again he stood across from proven foe on this sinner's floor, prepared to do battle.
The man was completely still, his eyes closed and his arms entwined across his chest as he stood straight and silent, drinking in the roar of the crowd with attuned ear. This night, he would collect the biggest winnings of his life and completely devote himself to the new King, Boliko Koregutsu. One last foe to overcome, and Rensou was free of slaying his brothers forever.
Through training he had lost his taste for the alcohol, and with confrontation he had exiled the ghosts of his troubled past and been reborn in the Scorched Plains, nearly killing himself in the process. In short, he was better than ever before.
At his best, Rensou Hiruen would still find himself hard pressed to overcome the obstacle before him as the announcer introduced the Last Hiruen's opponent, a beast standing across from him in the Western corner of the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the monstrosity from the rainforests of Planet Vegeta, I present to you a fighter undefeated in the arena, his record twenty wins by death! SUUUUUUUUUJ!" roared the announcer, his deep bass booming from the speakers.
Rensou half opened an eye to take a glance at his latest victim, but quickly both were wide and staring as this. . .thing. . . Suuj was easily eight feet tall and by Rensou's estimation, four hundred pounds of hardened muscle. Naked but for a pair of torn pants, the gigantic Saiyan lunged for Rensou repeatedly, his tongue flashing across his blackened teeth as a team of six Saiyans held onto the beast desperately.
Rensou never heard the announcer call his name over the roar of the primitive, wild Saiyan.
Emptiness adorned the streets running through the slums like veins, for the lifeblood of the poorest section of the city had rushed to the very heart of their sector. It pulsed with obnoxious sounds and gaudy lights, signifying the great yet grotesque scene that was to take place within the walls.
The chambers within that heart were filled with thousands upon thousands of spectators, all Saiyan, all impatient to see the blood spill on the white tile. They lusted to see a fight and their waiting would soon be awarded. This heart was the Saru City Gladitorial Arena. This night a champion would be crowned with the bones of the fallen.
At the Eastern corner stood a muscular Saiyan of average height and build whom stereotyped the Saiyan warrior, reminiscent of the glorious days under King Bardock. . .this one had been left untouched by the taint of inner and outer peace, as most of his race had grown accustomed to over the last twenty years. The onyx locks jutted outward and wildly, unkempt and as unpredictable as their wearer. His scars lined his face, the badges of many battles fought in this very arena. The Saiyan armor that shrouded his powerful abdomen was worn as stained with blood, as it should be.
Rensou Hiruen was every inch a pinnacle of Saiyan breeding, an elite warrior born of elites. At a mere twenty years old his power already exceeded most, if not all, of the Saiyan military. Children revered him and women adored him whilst their men envied. Once again he stood across from proven foe on this sinner's floor, prepared to do battle.
The man was completely still, his eyes closed and his arms entwined across his chest as he stood straight and silent, drinking in the roar of the crowd with attuned ear. This night, he would collect the biggest winnings of his life and completely devote himself to the new King, Boliko Koregutsu. One last foe to overcome, and Rensou was free of slaying his brothers forever.
Through training he had lost his taste for the alcohol, and with confrontation he had exiled the ghosts of his troubled past and been reborn in the Scorched Plains, nearly killing himself in the process. In short, he was better than ever before.
At his best, Rensou Hiruen would still find himself hard pressed to overcome the obstacle before him as the announcer introduced the Last Hiruen's opponent, a beast standing across from him in the Western corner of the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the monstrosity from the rainforests of Planet Vegeta, I present to you a fighter undefeated in the arena, his record twenty wins by death! SUUUUUUUUUJ!" roared the announcer, his deep bass booming from the speakers.
Rensou half opened an eye to take a glance at his latest victim, but quickly both were wide and staring as this. . .thing. . . Suuj was easily eight feet tall and by Rensou's estimation, four hundred pounds of hardened muscle. Naked but for a pair of torn pants, the gigantic Saiyan lunged for Rensou repeatedly, his tongue flashing across his blackened teeth as a team of six Saiyans held onto the beast desperately.
Rensou never heard the announcer call his name over the roar of the primitive, wild Saiyan.
The Last Hiruen is skilled, cold, calculating, and confident. . .
But how can a man defeat a monster?
[/center]But how can a man defeat a monster?
