[Blood, tears, glory] [Suki versus Rensou]

[Rensou Hiruen]

Two warriors had come to settle a disagreement. One was known as Touketsuki Yakedo, the ruler of Planet Kold, the leader of his World Trade Organization. The other was Rensou Hiruen, the general of the Vegetan army, the last son of his clan. The former believed himself entitled to whatever he chose from planets he considered his own, and the latter disagreed wholly – no worthless Icer could hold a Saiyan accountable for anything. For months this conflict had built as the Icer strengthened himself to prepare for the wrath of the Saiyan, and the Saiyan did likewise in effort to destroy a foe described by his King as the most powerful warrior he had ever met.

Preparation would culminate here upon the Planet Vegeta, home to a proud warrior race, a planet and people beloved by Rensou Hiruen. The Icer had come to disgrace them, insulting their culture and beliefs through such simplistic terms as monkey and chimp. Those words would be repaid by blood. Every syllable uttered from his vile, dishonorable tongue would be punished to the utmost degree, for that was what was necessary. Ultimately, that tongue would be torn from his maw and his head would be thrust upon a pike until the maggots had finished with it, for all the people of Vegeta to see.

Rensou Hiruen was a Saiyan.

Saiyans surrender to nothing. .

Saiyans only know victory. . .

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Those black bloots accented with white landed softly upon the packed, blackened grounds of the plains that had tasted his blood, sweat, and tears. This would be a customary thing for Rensou, for many weeks he had spent days at a time in this terrible, unforgiving place. No life stirred here besides he and Touketsuki and the warriors whom stood with them. In the end, all might fall to the scorching winds heated by the twin suns Vegeta shared her revolutions between. The very air was thick with the taste of the carnage that had occurred here between Saiyan and Tsufuru so long ago, a testament to the voracity of the victorious race.

Onyx orbs were unwavering as they watched the foe, the feet sliding apart and the hands lifting and digits rolling into palms to become fists. Saiyan flesh was hardened by toil, fueled by blood that lusted to begin this so that he might drink to the bones of his foe. Dark shocks whipped wildly as the mouth spread into an inviting grin that told of the pleasure Rensou would feel as he inflicted violence upon his opponent.

“Come, Touketsuki Yakedo!” Yes, come, into these waiting fists and these slashing legs, this endless determination and struggle that will be the absolute end of you.

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The trip took longer than Suki would have liked. It was bad enough that they were leaving his ship, but now he was in what was frankly a desolate wasteland, there were no mountains or tree's just cracked desert earth.

How can a planet like this even survive

Suki thought looking around at the bleak and repetitive surroundings before him. Given a better opportunity suki would gladly dispose of this entire orbiting rock, but the cards as they were Suki found more gain from keeping the rock afloat. And so he would avoid simply blowing up the planet. It would be better that way for everyone involved, and would make for a nicer spectacle.

As they landed Suki noted that it was not just himself and the general, but rather the general, his lackeys, and then suki. This combination didnt bother suki however he thought he should bring out his rules. Before suki could begin to speak Rensou called him as if calling a common animal, into combat. Suki let out a deep breath and began to speak, this entire situation was becoming more of a hassle.

"General before we begin I have a few rules, the first being that this is one on one, the punishment for breaking that rule involves death for everyone involved. The second is that our one on one is to the death so be prepared to burn in hell shortly after this. And finally if I am satisfied that you adequately challenged me"

To which suki was extremely doubtful

"Then I will leave you planet and not return for at least a month. If however this fight is not what I want, then I will continue to seek retribution until my payment is made? Are we clear or should I slow it down for you"

This condescension was a clear indicator that Suki to was ready to start. There need not be a physical yes or no, so long as suki's rules were kept, he would fight, the moment they were broken, somebody would get hurt. Suki was known to blow innocent people up when his rules were broken, and Rensou would likely understand that.

If there was one thing saiyans did right, it was keep their word, so agreeing to set terms likely meant that those terms would be kept. But frankly Suki couldnt have cared less if they were, he was capable of killing each and every person here, and that would not change.

Suki levitated only three inches off of the ground, this gave him greater mobility than standing. The stance he chose to take involved both of his arms facing downward, his palms open and up. This made his telekinetic powers easier to control, and made it easier to delegate Ki to the appropriate places.

And as always suki would let his opponent make the first attack, he felt it was necessary as it was often his only chance.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The general of the Vegetan armies had no other intention but to fight this fight solely on his own, and his men had been informed of the fact. Still, the Icer, as per usual, chose to chat incessantly. The speech was a constant thing, and Rensou hoped with all within him the creature would devote itself to combat rather than conversation in the moments to come. The fight that ensue would hardly be a fight if not, and the idea annoyed Rensou greatly. The Saiyan wanted a bloody, terrible conflict with this one, and to not receive such would be an absolute waste of his valuable and renowned skills as a fighter.

Those pursed lips jilted upwards to the left as the smile was replaced by a perturbed smirk, the Icer had already stated these rules once to Boliko, and they had been relayed to Rensou. For the second time the Saiyan had heard it shortly after the creature arrived, and now, for the third time, it was being relayed once again. Such arrogance had turned to ignorance – Rensou, like most Saiyan, was a martial genius, but, like most Saiyan: he was hardly as educated as a scholar, for instance. The general insult to the intelligence of his race was an unoffending one. “Monkey,” however, seemed to anger him to an extent.

“We're clear, Kaunce,” Rensou replied. The reference would be an unknown one to the Icer, as Kaunce was a Saiyan spokesperson for a more peaceful way of life. Any Saiyan of typical sense regarded that man as an idiot, and that was driven home in a Saiyan's mindset with the knowledge of Kaunce's fate. He was killed for his heresy. An appropriate ending for a big speaker whom could not deliver where it mattered most to his race, in combat. Rensou took silent pride in remembering the teachings he had received as a boy.

As soon as the last word left his lips, the time for such formalities was abruptly ended as Rensou, a defensive fighter by nature whom chose to await a prime moment to inflict his might was posed with an eloquent problem, this Icer was apparently aiming to do the same thing. He had simply assumed his fighting posture as Rensou himself had, and for a moment, the pair stared dumbly at one another. Impatience overwhelmed, but skill would persevere as an arm unfurled from the defensive position more suited for melee exchanges and tendrils of the lightest greens and blues began to accumulate into a sphere of moderate power.

The distance between them was adequate for such a thing, and Rensou hurled it with all the technique within him, creating a ki ball of high velocity that would be a slight miss. If the Icer were vigilant enough, he would realize the error in the aim and could possibly remain where he was. Whether he remained or dodged mattered not, as a second charge of energy was suddenly released by the Saiyan and his form blurred, moving quickly around his opponent to intercept the attack that had intentionally went wide. With acrobatics beautiful by execution rather than flair, Rensou turned the hardest part of his foot into the approaching orb and successfully propelled it back towards the Icer at an even greater speed. The connection had caused some minor discomfort to skin between boot and bone, but the attack was aimed true this time.

No pain, no gain.

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As the time ticked on Suki could not tell if Rensou was simply to afraid to attack, or if he had truly never been the one to make the first strike, regardless the quiet nature of this staring contest was just what suki needed to focus. His telepathy was a signature he had used in nearly all of his fights that had kept him out of harms way, and yet again it would do the same as he waved through the saiyans mind.

This attack is false

Suki noted as the first Ki strike came barreling towards him. Suki chose not to move knowing that the next attack would indeed be aimed at him.

The first Ball of energy flew past him to the right, the dust kicked up near the ground as the hot energy flew into the distance, emitting a light behind Suki that could have come straight from an action movie. All flashy attacks aside, the second ki attack seemed slightly more deadly as it aimed to strike Suki directly.

Suki knowing that moving side to side would take to much of his time, chose to go upwards, his Buukujutsu mixing with his already active telekinetic powers, and propelling him quickly upward allowing the second attack to fly underneath him.

This had monopolized suki's focus, as he had underestimated his primitive adversary, assuming that he would stop with a direct Ki attack. He had also assumed that he would see any oncoming attacks

And for what would not be the first time in this fight, Suki was wrong.


A hard crack came down from behind him, Perhaps it had been the setting sun, or literally suki's enormous Ego, but he had literally just assumed that the first attack had simply missed. By the time Suki realized that Rensou was faster than he had first anticipated it was to late, the beam that had created such a stunning light show behind him, was redirected and flung at him once more. This time suki was in a bind, he could not simply dodge the orb as it was already coming at a faster speed than it had left, So suki did the only logical thing he could bring himself to do. Putting both hands firmly out infront of him, Suki caught the orb with both hands, and was catapulted backwards a near 50 yards before he could slow the orbs inertia down enough to shoot it back in the direction it had came.

The energy was not going to simply work with Suki, and rather than flying towards rensou, hit the ground with an astounding explosion of color and heat. Suki knew now that the saiyan was no mere punk. Boliko had clearly trained him well, and Suki would have to be more careful or suffer the consequences.

Suki looked back to his opponent, and with the furry of his Telekinetic wind began to pick up the debris that littered the cracked earth of the scorched plains.

A purple Ki seemed to slowly raise the rocks and rubble into the air, and then, with the best trajectory suki could lay out, threw the projectiles at Rensou from all different directions.

The key to his attack was that the rocks did not simply fly at him, but stormed around him, like a swarm of angry bee's the rocks would begin to surround the saiyan, striking wherever they could find the means to.

This gave suki a distant birds eye view to watch Rensou, his eyes were Keen now, there would be no sneaking up on the icer this time.

Suki took a moment while this was happening to grasp what had happened. His hands were throbbing as the Ki attack he had barely rebounded from had left light burns on the palms of his hand, a clear reminder to him not to underestimate his enemy, no matter how foolish they may seem.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The false attack had turned the true assault into a well-aimed masterpiece, but his opponent was equal. Any difference in speed between these two, as well as power, would nearly be negligible. This fight would come down to ability and skill. . .and Rensou abounded with that. Unknown to him, the Icer had been created with an already intense strength, and though well trained, Rensou had been conditioning his body for the inevitability of this glorious encounter for months! All his preparation would not be for naught, and soon the Icer would realize he was not simply an opponent to be respected, but feared.

The Icer had managed to block the first attack, that was to be expected – after all, neither had exerted any real energies before this point but now things would intensify, and quickly. With confidence Rensou had watched as his attack had struck, not as well as he had hoped, but it invigorated him and sent the blood through his veins knowing that he was utterly prepared. It was time to really liven things, and teeth ran against the other as across the expanse, his opponent focused his own energies.

A fire rose up around Rensou Hiruen as the ground beneath Touketsuki Yakedo's feed rumbled and began to split apart, and those flames licked at heels and then his whole as the light dyed his skin the same hue before that aura intensified, but then began to diminish in size as Rensou focused his efforts toward outstretched palms. The earth split, and chunks of rubble, visible of his eyes, began to lift all around this sacred battleground. The ki condensed, cracking audibly with bioelectricity as two spheres took form.

The Tsurunoha.

From all sides the last of the Hiruen clan, and the only warrior capable of weilding such powerful weapons, was assaulted. Jagged debris closed inward, but he remained, steadfast, as those glorious twinkling lights began to revolve around his body as the telekinetic assault gained on his position. With a sudden impact, they crashed inward, exploding upon Rensou Hiruen and filling this desolate landscape with powerful explosions and showers of dirt and rock.

All that remained was a cloud of dust, had the Icer defeated that Saiyan he had moments before regarded as worthy in such a simple instant? It seemed so. The universe had seen the last of the general, for her surely lay a crumpled and bloody mass upon the parched earth that was certainly sucking down the fluids leaking from a lifeless fighter.

That could have been the outcome had not the Saiyan proved otherwise, bursting from the cloud with spheres dancing about him in a wickedly violent assault upon the ground the Saiyan flew headlong over. The spheres were tearing into the earth with each revolution, much like Rensou was capable of doing with his punches and kicks. Such things were trivial to such powers. Upon his arms and face were visible scratches, trickling with the slightest amounts of blood.

What those spheres were, in all actuality, were outward manifestations of Rensou's inner ki, compressed to the point so that they attained their own mass of sorts. Like a planet revolving around a superior body, they revolved around the inner ki center who longed to receive them again. . .but they refused, being small bodies of their own. Being of Rensou himself, accordingly, he could control them by adjusting the amount of ki inside each individual bauble.

They had been spun at such speeds that when the crushing mass of rubble closed in upon their master, those pitiful stones had been instantly vaporized into the packed dust they were. Occasionally, a shard had pierced through and created an insignificant wound, much like the soreness Suki was experiencing in his palms this very moment.

Charging blindly across the landscape to meet his foe with such momentum was suicide in the face of a clever foe, but with those orbs prepared to attack and defend upon a moment's notice, Rensou was completely confident as he closed in on Suki. Barring a retreat, those orbs would lash out with minor adjustments in their amounts, or draw inward through the same means in an effort to shield. Once and if they had met, a probing orb would bombard Suki with a whipping arc, culminating towards a strike to the abdomen. Rensou had hoped the first attack would hit, for his body turned into a spinning kick that aimed to concuss the skull of his opponent while he was bent double.

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To those watching it had appeared that suki had been victorious, but Suki was no fool. The energy of Rensou had spiked during the attack, he wasnt getting weaker, but rather stronger.

This is what Suki was attempting to pull out of the saiyan. The more energy his enemy would use, the more Suki would know he was capable of. And as he retreated from the storm of dust it was clear he was on the attack, making a swift movement upwards to suki. And as he approached the icer it was clear his intentions, and Suki was not about to let his opponent get the better of him, so he had to make a decision about the attack.

He braced himself as his mid section was attacked, the pain was not as much as one would expect. The Icer's armor mixed with his tough armor like plated skin would keep him from suffering major damage, but he was anything but in perfect shape from it.

His revenge would come quickly as the saiyan made a kick for his head, this was a mistake the saiyan would kick himself for later as Suki countered faster than even the saiyan could spin as his tail jetted outward attempting to latch onto Rensou's leg around the ankle and twist it over to the right, pulling Rensou closer to the ground, and hopefully causing him damage to his ankle. He would then using all the strength in his massive Icer tail to throw rensou into the ground below, releasing him at an ackward angle into the scorched plains.

Once this had been done suki would point both palms downward on his enemy and release a punishing blast from his hands, while the attack was not named, the Ki was still considerable and could do major damage if hit directly. But how likely was it that Rensou would be hit so directly. Regardless this was suki's chance to bring a little more distance between himself and the general flying even further up into the air

[Gray Callahan]

PREVIOUSLY

The king of all saiyans had known that he wouldn't have been able to match the Icer lord any better than Rensou had, especially since his general had managed to overtake him physically (while Boliko had been intent on studying much more of Saiyan philosophy and history, due to his notable lack of education and being royalty not being very compatible). He'd intended to catch up, but he'd swiftly lost account of the time.

So, with the permission of Rensou, he'd devised a plan. Rensou was to go and fight Suki - hopefully to win, but Boliko did doubt his chances. However, Rensou was to push Suki to the edge, and show his full strength. A powerless lookout would observe the fight with a cold eye and take note of any weaknesses Suki had, and any strong points.

Boliko, hence, would hold several advantages over the Icer lord in a future conflict; he would have seen Touketsuki fight and know his style, power and limitations. Touketsuki would know none of his.

And so, while this part of the plan was occuring, Boliko had other things to attend to...

PRESENTLY

A roaring sound emanates deep within Saru City. A massive structure rises from amid the high-rise buildings; a orb-shaped space shuttle. Blue flame jettisons from the bottom, as the ship and it's inhabitants - Boliko and his assistants - set out on a course, first to Namek and then to Earth.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The blow to the abdomen of the Icer collided solidly, but had done little to affect him in regards to positioning – perhaps the Icer had marvelously held his composure after the solid strike, or he was terribly resilient to damage. Rensou could not ascertain what exactly saved him from crumpling into the heel sweeping through the air with all the intent of a mace, but he made note to strike lower in previous endeavors. What was ascertained was the wrenching tightness of Touketsuki's longest appendage colliding with his Achilles tendon with the strongest force exerted thus far.

Saiyan structure is an impressive one, from the corded muscles beneath their battle-hardened hides to the nearly indestructible cartilage connecting those strands of fiber to the bones, which were much more dense than those of a comparable humanoid. At an early age, the typical Saiyan had an already impressible amount of muscle mass layered onto their hardened skeletal structure and thick sinews, all due to the simple and undeniable fact that these people hailed from a planet that boasted multiple times the gravity of most inhabitable planets.

When that whipping thing slammed into the tendon, it nearly tore in two – heralding the resilience of the Saiyan race and the most deadly melee weapon within any Icer's arsenal. Rensou would heed that tail from this point onward as every nerve from the tip of his toes and every tissue within the calf blared with the sear of agonizing pain. The coal orbs shut tightly, and Rensou failed to notice the length encircling his ankle and whipping him skyward and reversing. The wrap had gone unnoticed.

The wind whistling about his ears had not. In a moment the reflexive mind had realized the body was being hurtled to the earth, and acted accordingly. Survival became the utmost priority, and every physical and spiritual fiber within the body exerted enough ki completely halt the downward slam for the most part as it suddenly became quite the long diagonal. The two forces had conjoined and sent Rensou some distance away. Near the point of impact, the body completely turned to allow his hands to push him along his path and skyward in an arching movement.

With the tumbling flip and the lateral movement attained by the combination of two different means of propulsion, the energy ball fired by the creature had hurtled harmlessly into the packed ground of this charred place, and dug a worthwhile crevice into it. . .No matter the scope of the damage, Rensou had completely freed himself from any damaged incurred by it whatsoever due to blind luck rearing upward.

Those boots thudded with all his mass against the Earth, and instantly the Saiyan felt his left foot give way with that terrible pain. The Saiyan caught himself upon the hand from that very side as his knee bent to accept his weight. Within that boot, the flesh had blackened with blood from the miniscule vessels that had been ruptured within – bruised and fresh with pain, Rensou would require several minutes before it would be a working platform again. The pain could be pushed aside in the endeavors to address more important manners.

“. . .where is that lizard fuck,” Rensou mused, feeling about through the ripples in search of that thunderous ki, his speech reverting to the crude and careless ways of days long past, days when Rensou Hiruen had killed for sport and adoration, for lust and gain. This day, he would kill for those reasons once again. No matter what title he fought under, General or Gladiator, Rensou Hiruen was a seasoned and practiced killer; one without mercy, one whom believed the lives lost were worthless once overpowered by a greater light. Within a moment, the Saiyan had located the Icer as he rose to that foot: it nearly gave way again, but Rensou redistributed his weight to allow him to stand before his foe.

The General wanted not for the Tyrant to know his plight, that for the moment, he held an advantage in any level of the battle that required his Saiyan opponent to stand and fight upon solid Earth. On the opposing end of things, Rensou was certainly interested in what the Icer was doing so high in the skies, a colorful, tiny thing. . .it might be dismissed as a child in costume by one unaccustomed to the terrible might it held, but Rensou knew better.

Energies flickering around him and spheres circling slowly like a set of eagles searching the landscape for prey, Rensou Hiruen waited. The Saiyan was curious as to what the Icer was planning so far away, surely he meant not to run~ No matter, the longer he remained away the more comfortable Rensou was in his ability to dodge any projectiles that were sent his way. Soon, that ankle would numb and provide a suitable replacement for the one that felt not so long ago.

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Suki watched from a distance as the Saiyan general landed. Although the large amount of dust would indicate a hard landing, Suki had a feeling that the energy surrounding him would likely help to cushion the fall.

Suki had at least been successful at creating a larger gap between the two of them. It was imperative that Suki be able to fight from a distance, as his Ki attacks were devastating and accurate all at the same time.

From here suki would begin his assault to the ground using his Ki Explosion. This attack created a small amount of visible Ki wherever suki was looking, in this case it would be inches from Rensou's chest.

It took only a matter of seconds for the Ki to form, and after only about 4 seconds the blast would occur, creating a nice damaging radius around where the explosion occurred.

Suki knew even the most direct hit from this attack would not cause any deadly harm to the saiyan. This attack did not have much firepower as it sacrificed its strength for its quick and accurate release. And even that was able to be dodged, however he had to keep Rensou on his feet. If he gave the saiyan time to stop and rest even for a moment who know's what trickery he would play next.

Meanwhile suki had planned for that attack to be the first of many, as whichever direction Rensou went to dodge -or for that matter fall if the hit was direct- Suki would place another just a few feet ahead, so that by the time the dodge was successful, another would be waiting for him ready to explode.

These were by no means impossible to dodge, or for that matter particularly powerful. While a direct hit would hurt something fierce, it would most certainly not cause any extreme damage to the saiyan.

This was one of Suki's favorite attacks, because given the right range, it could go on for some time.

Suki would continue to place these attacks only feet way from rensou as he dodged or flew, his intention was to hit him at least once, and more importantly keep him focused on Suki's attacks, giving Suki a little more time to formulate a good plan for effectively gutting the monkey.

That said suki couldnt help but notice the hole in his armor, while originally he had not thought that Rensou's hit had done much damage, it had actually broken the Icer's armor in the midsection, which frankly was the worst place it could have broken. Suki grabbed his midsection for only a moment as he felt a small bruise, no it was not painful, nor would it hinder him in battle, but it was yet another reminder that one false move, and this saiyan would cause suki a great deal more trouble than he already was.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Something was invading space already occupied, an additional ki signature was forming within the reach of Rensou Hiruen and those spheres, swirling in eternal vigilance despite the distance between the proud Saiyan and powerful Icer. Rensou Hiruen was hardly aware before the first of the explosions thundered – his eyes were upon Touketsuki, whom had not moved an inch, but those spheres were very protective things, ever prepared to continue the existence of the one that without, they would cease to exist. In essence, they were his life itself, his ki, his whole out before him. Only life is capable of living, and it craves to continue existence. . .

As the sphere reacted to defend, Rensou noted the increased pull on his energy reserves – no matter, he could pull his Tsurunoha into his being at will and suffer significant decreases in energy from the damage they inflicted and prevented, all at a cost to his power stores. What was of significance was the sphere hurtling into his chest with the force of a powerful shove, and he was pushed backwards by the impact, unsteady upon his feet still, he stumbled. Why had the sphere attacked him? Though they reacted in such ways on occasion, there was no impending threat en route!

The explosion occurred, now at a more appropriate distance to be withstood. There sphere had done the task it had been set to, defense, but it had not prevented the damage to all degrees. Rensou had been pushed even harder backwards, and that bruised ankle that had achieved a state of numbness shuddered with pain. Collapsing to his hands and knees, Rensou Hiruen finally achieved a knowledge of what exactly had occurred.

“. . .bastard,” his lips murmured, as inches from his face an inkling of ki began to shimmer, a creation not of his own devices. The Icer held within his grasp the ability to extend his focusing points to areas not in his general vicinity, an impressive feat. Rensou would have to act quickly, for both spheres were revolving behind him, and unable to intercept explosions or reposition him by their own simplistic will to exist or Rensou's own mental requests. A second Zanzoken would need to be performed.

Every inch of that Saiyan's body became a literal blur and his features exploded upwards, amplified by the damaging effects of the explosion beneath his body, which halted multiple leagues into the skies. The senses of the Saiyan poured out, searching for those tiny ripples in the ocean of energy and successfully found it. The mind of the Saiyan in an encouter was an impressive thing, indeed, for his next act actually harnessed the effects of the blast as a push of ki from his body set Bukujutsu into effect, taking him safely out of the most damaging regions of the explosion.

Rensou Hiruen was speeding through the air an an unimaginable speed as multiple explosions tore the air around him, but thus far, Touketsuki's timing was off. . .as it should be, the Saiyan was approaching at a rate of a Zanzoken of immense lengths, without actually using much of his own energy to do so. Yet, the Icer was crafty as he realized folly and set an explosion far before the Saiyan, who's momentum would certainly carry him directly into the blast and inflict maximum damage.

“By adjusting the ki, the spheres can hold a position rather than orbiting your energy center, son. . .”- The late Tsuyei Hiruen

Rensou remembered his teachings well, amplifying the amount of energy in one of his spheres and setting it in place, a stationary body of energy. As Rensou began to pass by that orb a moment later, an arm lashed out and took hold, and his other arm grasped the wrist of the other – this would be a sudden halt, and possibly painful. Rensou evaded the pain with the solid hold, and his stop made the explosion a useless thing. But. . .the Saiyan had not completely stopped~

Instead, his grasp had caused him to whirl around the center point of that sphere and at the correct moment, Rensou released, once again headed headlong for Yakedo, once again in glorious melee range where he could once again excel with six limbs including those deadly and versatile spheres, but he would have to watch out for the five of Touketsuki. . .that tail had caused him much pain already. Rensou would seek to ever allow it in range of him again through the attack that unfolded, it was one within range of his spheres, but the short distance would hinder this bastard intruder from charging any deadly energy blasts without fear of interruption.

The amazing spectacle that was Tsurunoha would display another interesting facet, Rensou had pushed an redirected his energy center to a single fist. . .a single fist that cocked backwards in mid-flight, but then lashed forward well out of range of ever striking his opponent. The important thing was that those spheres had taken their leave of the revolutions around the body of Rensou, and were now being shot forward in twin arcs towards the alien, as if they were extensions of but a single hooking punch. “Nice trick,” muttered the Saiyan, his boot dyed with blood from split skin along his ankle and tendon, his body peppered with instances of the crimson from the telekinetic assault.

This small warrior the Saiyan was facing had impressive ability, but Rensou was certain that if he used these spheres to the degree of creativity he had just shown, the day would be won.

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Suki was impressed with the monkey generals speed, it was unexpected that he would be able to move so quickly, almost as though rather than moving he was phasing from location to location. This was the same thing he had seen while fighting zach, perhaps suki should have looked into it a little greater as now he had a real problem on his hands. Rensou was moving at an obviously faster state than that of Suki. And in an even stranger phenomenon the orbs that had been protecting him were now preparing to attack suki.

Wait....then what is protecting him

Suki thought as the attack closed in on him. It was time for this saiyan to realize that he couldnt keep hiding behind the same Ki force, and Suki knew just how to do that.

"Psychomoi"

Suki said under his breath as he jumped backwards putting both hands forward.

Infront of suki something strange began to occur, Rensou would begin to feel heavier, and slower. Suki was using his telekinetic powers once again in another unique manner, it was causing a slowing effect on all that was infront of him by increasing the weight that was pulling down on Rensou.

Little did suki know about the extensive training Rensou had done in heavy gravity, so the attack would not have effected him as much, making suki's next move inadequate. as the fists slammed hard into Suki's chest. The Icer was visibly winded as he muttered a loud

"Guh"

And began flying quickly towards the ground below. Like a missile preparing to strike the earth suki was going to collide with the harsh broken sand of the scorched plains, but not before he would perform his final attack, even if he couldnt do it while in front of rensou, he had to do it before those damn orbs reformed around him.

From his rapidly falling position Suki held out his finger and did the Icers signature, the death beam.

It shot with wicked speed from Suki's finger tip, a small purple beam that from the eyes perspective would appear like nothing, but to those who could sense energy they would be able to tell. This attack had a deadly point of focus, its impact would cause considerable damage.

However Suki's aim would be off due to his position, so rather than aiming for a kill shot like he normally would, he had to point at the most massive part of the monkey, pointing his finger at the dead center of his body and firing only moments before smashing into the ground.

The dust and sand would whip into the air shrouding the area as Suki made his impact.

For the first time in the fight, suki had been injured, and not childs play injured. He had been genuinely hurt.
Laying on his back in the crater those orbs had made for him suki couldnt help but talk to himself.

This saiyan is definetely the fight I was wanting, Dare I say it but this power is greater than even the King I came to fight, could it be Boliko's men had surpassed him?

Suki brought himself to a standing position, he wiped the gravel from his shoulders and clicked the top of his armor allowing it to drop. It was broken and useless now, and his chest burned, as did his mid section. It had taken him a moment to get his breath back, but there he was standing as the dust cleared. But what had been of his attack on the general?

[Rensou Hiruen]

A certain hope had invaded Rensou that he could end this fight here and now, considering his orbs had collided with his foe and sent him hurtling down to the hardened, cracked grounds below. The planet Vegeta and with it the entire universe could be freed from his arctic, vice-like grip, with but a single technique that Rensou had never in his career hurled with intent to kill. So intensive upon the reservoirs of the user, it was a cannon of immense power, covering the bases of excessive velocity and ridiculous loading times. Yes, the Chou Tsuruha could be sent spiraling into the falling Icer with all the force of a better charged attack and the charge requirement of a simple ki blast.

Rensou had already drawn his hands together and relaxed his fists to contain the compressed pressure of a literal monster in the scope of energy attacks, one which struck with the quickness of the fire vipers of the Vegetan forests and ended lives as quickly as the tremendous, snapping lizards which swam the rivers of those very woods. Once released, the tumble of the Icer would have been a rocketing descent that would crush the life from him against the Vegetan sands.

The Icer would never present him the opportunity. With an extended arm and pointed finger aimed at Rensou, the one known as Yakedo fired that deadly sharp beam of energy that Rensou could only identify as a Anienne's own Kuchidzuke, though that attack was generally fired with more flair, but that only served to enhance the deception. . .what Suki's own attack had lost in deceptive ability, it had gained in quick and precise execution. There was not enough time to dodge at such range.

A block must be attempted, and Rensou's hands were already prepared to attempt the solution he had in mind for this quickly approaching problem. The Chou would deplete his energy too greatly, the Tsuruha would take too long to charge. . .with a hurried necessity, Rensou fired off the greatest amount of ki he could gather in such a short time and fired it directly into the face of the spear that sought his heart. It was the only option, and a risky one. The last of the Hiruen family had often time blocked Anienne's own Kuchidzuke with his more powerful wave and his condensed spheres, but the spheres were too far from his body to intervene.

The pierce and the pressure smashed together, and the beam of Rensou's creation continued onward as he wondered if his defense had been enough. The adrenaline was shuddering too quickly through his veins, coursing rivers fed by his beating heart that could be bleeding out within him at this very moment. Had the Icer penetrated his flesh and bit deep into his vital organs, was a lung collapsing at this very moment or was that proud heart filling a chest cavity with blood? The blast of energy fired by Rensou had certainly been powerful, but had it served to deteriorate the thin beam meant to strike him down and thus prevent him from striking Yakedo down instead?

A drop of blood flitted downward to the dirt below, and was caught by a zephyr blowing peacefully across this barren landscape filled with the powerful warriors of the World Trade Organization and the Saiyan Solar Empire. That drop of blood was dark, oxygenated, and landed against the ivory skin of Touketsuki Yakedo. Against his shoulder the crimson thing spattered, and rolled down his bicep, momentarily held ground in the crease opposite the elbow, and finally surrendered. It trickled down, finally culminating in a single drip from the very fingertip that had fired the Death Beam.

Far above that shining droplet a Saiyan finally felt the pain where the beam had bored through his armor, penetrated his skin, stabbed through a thin layer of fat and then muscle. . .and bored into his rib. Through one side of the bone the dart had stabbed, piercing marrow and causing all the terrible pain Rensou felt at that moment. It had halted at after the marrow, too weakened to finish the job it was set upon. Both the Saiyan and Icer had been victorious in their efforts, to an extent. Rensou almost lamented the fact that he would have to kill this mighty fighter, for he would certainly never find another like him in all the universe.

Floating down to the level of Touketsuki the Saiyan was, his fingertip super-heating a bit of his own energy and cauterizing the wound that was sputtering blood from the damage incurred. Like his foe, he had received damage at every single stage of this encounter, but like his foe, he could continue onward at near his maximum ability. The two had barely scratched the surface of this grand masterpiece. Sadly, all works of art must see a completion if they are to be enjoyed by any who participate in their wonderment.

The Saiyan landed, setting himself a distance apart from Yakedo in such a way that a melee strike would be telegraphed and a powerful blast from either of the pair would be fruitless without proper setup. To dissuade the Icer from another stabbing assault, those Tsurunoha spheres were now hovering complacently around Rensou, their striking strength weakened by their lack of revolution, but their defensive capability phenomenal. From his lips the General offered what he could, “We should take this up a notch, monster. . .” he would smile, despite the pain, despite the threat of death, for the pride he would gain from victory was so much more important than either.

Thus far, the duo had been unable to land a truly meaningful strike and sway the battle toward either of their favors. Rensou was completely aware of what the Icer was mostly capable of, the Makaioshin and Android from Earth had told the tailed fighter all they knew of the Icer's capabilities. Rensou was unpleased with the current state of things, for this fight had the potential to be so much more intense.

Show me what you are truly capable of, and I will show you my own power!

It would suddenly become apparent that the Saiyan had been aware of the Icer's ability to read his mind this entire fight, he had simply chose to not do as the Makaioshin had told him; block it out, and it will end. The former champion of the slums had suddenly closed off his mind, until that point he had been fighting specifically with that handicap to increase the level of difficulty he had experienced thus far. That would probably identify why he had suffered slightly more from the attempts at punishment Touketsuki had thrown his way.

With his mind blocked and the aura about him blazing like an unearthly fire that was far beyond of the scope of a typical aura, Rensou Hiruen's power began to climb, blaring across the expanse to Touketsuki Yakedo that he no longer wished to play a dangerous game, he wished this fight to be perilous to the utmost extent. Beneath his boots, the ground, burned black from those nuclear bombs millenia ago, split asunder with the sudden rise in strength. The rubble within that crumbling section had begun to levitate with the explosion of strength and began to whisk away into nothingness. The floodgate, the Kousho. Behold it and tremble, bastard.

Burned away by the true strength of General Rensou Hiruen.

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Suki's nostrils flared as he saw the saiyan land with what appeared to be limited damage done to him, while blood was a nice touch, if Rensou wasnt dead, it meant that the entire purpose of the death beam was for naught.

But the saiyan quickly began speaking suki's language suggesting that they kick it up a notch. Suki smirked, he knew the saiyan had met his limit, they had been fighting up around 60 thousand in power level. Suki however could kick it up a notch, but why would he, there was no sense in turning into a form (That frankly he found grotesque in comparison to the one he was in now) that was stronger when his opponent had nothing more to offer.

"By all means chimpy, lead the way"

Suki patronized as Rensou prepared himself for what was to come. Suki watched as the saiyan took a stance that suddenly began gaining power.

Rensou had first blocked his mind, this would go unnoticed by suki, because he had surrendered that technique after the melee attack. Suki didnt particularly enjoy using his telepathic powers during battle, he only did so when the situation was against him, however as Rensou began to power up, suki slowly began to realize that the saiyan was not what he had expected.

Ah 70 thousand, thats impressive...wait...not whats that....80...90.....100!?

Suki thought as Rensou continued his growth.

"What...Impossible"

Suki said, astonished by the saiyans ability to harness such power. How was it that simpletons like Zach and Rensou had the ability to control such massive powerlevels.

110....120...

Suki began to lose count as the power began to crack the earth around them, and warm the already whipping air. Suki couldnt believe was he was seeing. Saiyans were not this powerful, it simply wasnt possible.

But it was, and certainly rensou's next move would truly show the power he had just obtained.

Suki knew now was the time for his transformation, however he needed a moment to gather the energy, and so he began, slowly but surely gathering energy and power. His body changing would take longer than Rensou's lightning fast charge up. So Rensou would likely attack before any physical changes to Suki had been made.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Don't mind me, I'm just putting the PL locks Ren posted in the other thread, so you don't have to refer to it.

Touketsuki Yakedo: 59,000 : 295,000 : 472,000 : 590,000

Rensou Hiruen: 65,300 : 195,900 : 326,500

[Rensou Hiruen]

Just as that proud Saiyan, Rensou Hiruen, had increased his fighting ability with a sudden explosion which cracked the very ground beneath his feet, the Icer before him had begun to change. This was undoubtedly his transformation, the one the Makaioshin had spoken of. Rensou had wished to take the fight to a higher level, and he would postpone his assault while the Icer readied himself for what would be the most impressive iteration of the General to the date. Never before had the Saiyan been so absolutely prepared for an opponent. The two warriors whom had returned Kabocha had unveiled a generous amount of his abilities, including the very transformation he was charging for.

To compound his readiness, Rensou had been utterly devoting himself to become a perfected version of himself. . .which was simply a flesh and blood machine built on the destruction of anyone whom stood before him and came between him and ideals and belief. The energy attacks within his arsenal had been enhanced in those months, for the Tsurunoha spheres still levitated beside him – before this unfolding of events started so long ago by Touketsuki Yakedo is the tournament he had hosted, those spheres were weapons to be drawn only when absolutely necessary. Now they were but an afterthought, and at times they did things of their own accord.

The chaotic wave known as the Tsuruha, which used the energies invested within the spheres as a channeling device in addition to his own ki center, had become something so much more than his initial versions of his finisher, a technique like the spheres, one long used by his family to dispatch a powerful opponent. Whereas most fighters mixed in their melee strikes with powerful energy attacks, Rensou focused solely on the efforts of his hands and feet – those energy orbs were simply another set of limbs to perform blunt trauma to any foe. Whence the Tsurua was finally unleashed in this battle, Touketsuki would truly feel pain – if he felt anything at all. The Tsuruha was a killer of equal opponents no matter their state, and required a lengthy charging process.

To fully assemble his arsenal, Rensou had added a final pair of techniques to his combat; the Zanzoken was to place him in deadly melee range of opponent, where Rensou certainly excelled. A strong genetic backing had blessed him with an exceptional level of resilience to damage, and what damage he did incur was typically recovered from at a generously quick rate in comparison to most men and women he faced in the art of destroying the other. To finally round out this fatal killing machine was his most prized attack, the Chou Tsuruha. It operated differently from the initial version, setting the stage to batter skulls in at will with the quick havoc that ensued.

To put things simply, the last of the Hiruen family had never been more attuned to an opponent in his life. He thought him a worthy challenger, but simply put, believed himself capable of winning this fight with sheer confidence. Nothing could get in the way of that belief, that was oftentimes an advantage and just as often a disadvantage. Thus far, it had never steered the former Gladiator towards defeat. One must believe in themselves before others would accept their capabilities as the truth, as Touketsuki was now doing – yielding to the powerful foe across this broken landscape and drawing every bit of power he could muster to avoid a certain and sure death. There would be no mercy.

Thus, as the energies whirled around the being like a miniature tornado the bathing light of the Kousho surrounded the Saiyan as well as he stared out into the expanse, those eyes as dark as nightfall, they were the color of the death that this one had caused his whole life. They would not back down, and they would not surrender honor to strike an opponent whom was unable to engage him fully in his current state. The first priority was to defend his people. The second was to become legend, but the scales constantly teetered to one side or the other.

“Finish, creature,” said that fool who so unknowingly thought he could contend with the full might of an Icer relishing his birthright. Rensou Hiruen had chosen to wait. One did not become immortal through striking down weaker foes, Rensou had done that countless times already, nay, such men were made in the fires of deadly combat. Whilst Touketsuki prepared to transform, he was no threat to Rensou, and therefore, Rensou was no threat to him.