Post by Rensou Hiruen on Dec 16, 2011 16:07:23 GMT -5
Strength must be attained, no matter the extremities required. The unending thirst within the darkened soul of Rensou Hiruen never quieted that lusting request, and the Saiyan never failed to answer with obedience, like a whipped canine or a man in bondage. Could that be far from the case, he wondered, as he stepped through the doorway to enter Hunni's elaborate mansion within the more privileged sector of Saru city with hatred fueling a black heart and white gloves, virgin things. . .they would be soon adorned with blood.
Never before had the brash male entered the complex without prior permission, and soon two guards stood in his path, shoulder to shoulder. The two Saiyan were tall and strong among the standards of the typical society, and they realized that Rensou was prime warrior, leaps above the average stock of Planet Vegeta. Nonetheless, they held strong before the face of imminent death, arms folded and tails about their waist.
“Rensou, Hunni has not requested your presence. . .” began one, whom wore a thick beard and short shocks of hair that tapered into a long braid. The last Hiruen had seen the man before, but paid no attentions to his interjection as he continued toward the stairway, toward Hunni and the grand climax that awaited those longing hands that lusted for crimson upon their clean surface! Give them blood, they screamed, and they were sooner to be obliged!
The plan had been laid out that in case of intrusion of Rensou, that force was necessary with the violence that followed him like a raging swath of demons, by any means necessary, he was the be halted in whatever task he had set him to pertaining to Hunni. With the element of surprise in their grasp, both men lunged forward in an effort to grab hold of the tail that whipped so impatiently behind Rensou.
A sickening crunch resounded against the painted walls, adorned with masterpiece and accentuated by sculpture.
A splatter of red gushed outward in every direction, streaking those perfect walls and gorgeous works of art with red and white cells.
Two joints withdrew from shattered skulls as they were held aloft by those bright baubels of Rensou, the Tsurunoha unfeeling as blood, bone, and brain slid down their solidified ki and dropped to the floor. In an instant, the gladiator had become a glorious taker of lives twice more. Just a moment was all that was required for him to propel his elbows down and his servant energies upward, popping skulls as if they were made of glass. The bodies slumped to the floor as Rensou beckoned his children along. . .
In a far corner, a tear of blood slid downward from the sculpted eye of a statue. . .a representation of the late King Bardock.
Additionally, the alarm system of the mansion filled the air with a shriek, ushering the two dead men to the afterlife as twelve others filled the staircase between the intruder and their employer.
“Stand down,” Rensou warned, his casual pace placing a single boot upon the first before one of the assembled delivered their answer with a bolt of energy aimed directly for the heart of their opponent. With a lazy wave of a single hand, a bloody glove battered the thing away to send it spiraling into the wall before another came and was repelled in much the same manner. Their efforts were futile as another step upward was taken. They redoubled their efforts, a few men holding the barrage whilst more powerful beams were charged.
And then unleashed, exploding before their eyes and hopefully halting the man they had been charged with eliminating. The smoke cleared to reveal a pair of crossed arms, burned and charred from friction. More dissipated, unveiling bloody legs and cracked armor. . .the pants were shredded. At last the remainders of the smoke and dust was gone, and the twelve men stared into determined eyes and confident smile. Rensou Hiruen still stood upon the second step, immovable.
The first of Hunni's defenders attempted to kick him off his chosen path, but as Rensou graced the third platform the Tsurunoha orb cleared the path with such velocity it burrowed through the chest cavity of the man as if nothing had been between it and the other side. Fear began to overtake the remaining eleven as a left foot settled upon the fourth.
Enough play. Rensou Hiruen gave way to his impatience, exiling the glistening spheres from his vicinity where they arced and swirled. They went outward in beautiful loops and spins, ripping upward like tiny hurricanes. The display halted with a wave of that bloody glove, and six men collapsed and rolled downward. . .neat little holes in their faces and chunks obliterated where the upper portion of their skulls had once been.
Rensou Hiruen took a simple step over the rolling bodies, laughing eyes staring into the remaining five as the aqua hued demons as his side seemingly grew impatient, dancing to and fro. . .just wishing deliver the final moment to those that still lived.
“Stand down!” Rensou yelled at the petrified living, but they yielded not. . .Hunni would provide them with a fate far worse as laborers, or, if they were lucky, a slow death. Rensou showed them mercy as he continued his slow ascent, but his twin weapons went to work at once to clear the path for their creator. Five more bodies rolled, and a like number of steps was taken as the last Hiruen crested the stairs and opened Hunni's office.
“. . .I've known you'd come, Rensou Hiruen,” Hunni began as the man before him cleared the distance and grasped him by the silken shirt collar paid for with the blood of men pitted against men for the sake of feeding their family! The knuckles within the bloody glove turned white and rage took hold and tightened the grasp.
“Anything! Money! Women! Power!” Hunni offered, his eyes closing with cowardice and his body quivering under the unflinching gaze of onyx eyes. Rensou relaxed his grip, prompting Hunni to open a single eye.
“Anything. . .?” said that destroyer of lives, the blood on the gloves staining a shirt already drenched with the blood of hundreds of dead gladiators. Hunni nodded briskly, and Rensou smiled. “Very well,” and with that a fist shot out and halted against the ribs of Hunni, sending a wave of destruction through his body that ruptured stomach and intestine, split pancreas and kidney. . .causing irreparable damage and internal bleeding. A slow death. Anything.
Rensou hurled the bleeding man to the floor and shot through the window before Saiyan authorities arrived, leaving the site where a mogul had once ruled over the gladiators of Saru city with an unmerciful whip. His ears were comforted by the screams of that very man as he slowly died within his empire.
Voyez. . .un meurtrior froid!
Never before had the brash male entered the complex without prior permission, and soon two guards stood in his path, shoulder to shoulder. The two Saiyan were tall and strong among the standards of the typical society, and they realized that Rensou was prime warrior, leaps above the average stock of Planet Vegeta. Nonetheless, they held strong before the face of imminent death, arms folded and tails about their waist.
“Rensou, Hunni has not requested your presence. . .” began one, whom wore a thick beard and short shocks of hair that tapered into a long braid. The last Hiruen had seen the man before, but paid no attentions to his interjection as he continued toward the stairway, toward Hunni and the grand climax that awaited those longing hands that lusted for crimson upon their clean surface! Give them blood, they screamed, and they were sooner to be obliged!
The plan had been laid out that in case of intrusion of Rensou, that force was necessary with the violence that followed him like a raging swath of demons, by any means necessary, he was the be halted in whatever task he had set him to pertaining to Hunni. With the element of surprise in their grasp, both men lunged forward in an effort to grab hold of the tail that whipped so impatiently behind Rensou.
A sickening crunch resounded against the painted walls, adorned with masterpiece and accentuated by sculpture.
A splatter of red gushed outward in every direction, streaking those perfect walls and gorgeous works of art with red and white cells.
Two joints withdrew from shattered skulls as they were held aloft by those bright baubels of Rensou, the Tsurunoha unfeeling as blood, bone, and brain slid down their solidified ki and dropped to the floor. In an instant, the gladiator had become a glorious taker of lives twice more. Just a moment was all that was required for him to propel his elbows down and his servant energies upward, popping skulls as if they were made of glass. The bodies slumped to the floor as Rensou beckoned his children along. . .
In a far corner, a tear of blood slid downward from the sculpted eye of a statue. . .a representation of the late King Bardock.
Additionally, the alarm system of the mansion filled the air with a shriek, ushering the two dead men to the afterlife as twelve others filled the staircase between the intruder and their employer.
“Stand down,” Rensou warned, his casual pace placing a single boot upon the first before one of the assembled delivered their answer with a bolt of energy aimed directly for the heart of their opponent. With a lazy wave of a single hand, a bloody glove battered the thing away to send it spiraling into the wall before another came and was repelled in much the same manner. Their efforts were futile as another step upward was taken. They redoubled their efforts, a few men holding the barrage whilst more powerful beams were charged.
And then unleashed, exploding before their eyes and hopefully halting the man they had been charged with eliminating. The smoke cleared to reveal a pair of crossed arms, burned and charred from friction. More dissipated, unveiling bloody legs and cracked armor. . .the pants were shredded. At last the remainders of the smoke and dust was gone, and the twelve men stared into determined eyes and confident smile. Rensou Hiruen still stood upon the second step, immovable.
The first of Hunni's defenders attempted to kick him off his chosen path, but as Rensou graced the third platform the Tsurunoha orb cleared the path with such velocity it burrowed through the chest cavity of the man as if nothing had been between it and the other side. Fear began to overtake the remaining eleven as a left foot settled upon the fourth.
Enough play. Rensou Hiruen gave way to his impatience, exiling the glistening spheres from his vicinity where they arced and swirled. They went outward in beautiful loops and spins, ripping upward like tiny hurricanes. The display halted with a wave of that bloody glove, and six men collapsed and rolled downward. . .neat little holes in their faces and chunks obliterated where the upper portion of their skulls had once been.
Rensou Hiruen took a simple step over the rolling bodies, laughing eyes staring into the remaining five as the aqua hued demons as his side seemingly grew impatient, dancing to and fro. . .just wishing deliver the final moment to those that still lived.
“Stand down!” Rensou yelled at the petrified living, but they yielded not. . .Hunni would provide them with a fate far worse as laborers, or, if they were lucky, a slow death. Rensou showed them mercy as he continued his slow ascent, but his twin weapons went to work at once to clear the path for their creator. Five more bodies rolled, and a like number of steps was taken as the last Hiruen crested the stairs and opened Hunni's office.
“. . .I've known you'd come, Rensou Hiruen,” Hunni began as the man before him cleared the distance and grasped him by the silken shirt collar paid for with the blood of men pitted against men for the sake of feeding their family! The knuckles within the bloody glove turned white and rage took hold and tightened the grasp.
“Anything! Money! Women! Power!” Hunni offered, his eyes closing with cowardice and his body quivering under the unflinching gaze of onyx eyes. Rensou relaxed his grip, prompting Hunni to open a single eye.
“Anything. . .?” said that destroyer of lives, the blood on the gloves staining a shirt already drenched with the blood of hundreds of dead gladiators. Hunni nodded briskly, and Rensou smiled. “Very well,” and with that a fist shot out and halted against the ribs of Hunni, sending a wave of destruction through his body that ruptured stomach and intestine, split pancreas and kidney. . .causing irreparable damage and internal bleeding. A slow death. Anything.
Rensou hurled the bleeding man to the floor and shot through the window before Saiyan authorities arrived, leaving the site where a mogul had once ruled over the gladiators of Saru city with an unmerciful whip. His ears were comforted by the screams of that very man as he slowly died within his empire.
Voyez. . .un meurtrior froid!
