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

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The saiyan had made a fatal mistake. Suki's biggest weakness was the time it took him to fully unlock his power, and now the saiyan would have to witness suki gaining more power than even Rensou's Koushu could provide.

Slowly Suki's shoulders began to expand, as slowly he began to grow, inch by the Icer grew until he was even taller than Rensou was. His horns slowly grew, bending upward as if piercing the sky, and of course to top it all off his head which was before disproportionate to his body, began to shrink slightly until it appeared to be a normal size. His tail grew with him becoming even more monstrously long. And when he had finally finished he began to laugh, a much deeper laugh. One that if you had never seen suki before, you would suggest it were a different person. Actually even knowing suki you would swear it was a different person.

Suki was a little disappointed that Rensou already knew about his transformation. Clearly he was better informed than Suki gave him credit. But the saiyan had made a mistake letting Suki transform. He gave up the single advantage he had during this fight, and suki would make him pay for it.

"Look saiyan into the face of death. Into my truest form"

No matter who he was, the saiyan couldnt possibly know he had more than one transformation, he had never transformed past this terrifying monster of a form before for a public audience. He never needed to.

His tail slammed against the ground, not due to Suki's effort, but rather out of excitement. Suki always enjoyed unlocking his power. The energy was incredible, and always brought him great joy.

But now it was time to let the saiyan attack. Suki had watched such a sudden burst of energy in three instances, first was his fight with Maxxie when he had used his Kaioken, second was his fight with Deyaru, a saiyan whom met an untimely death at the hands of Touketsuki. And finally against Zach who inexplicably unlocked a deep adrenaline. Suki was no longer shocked by such attacks, they were common and often didnt last long. So letting Rensou attack first would give him time to burn off his energy, all the while giving suki a chance to really stretch his legs. After all Rensou was the strongest fighter Suki had ever faced, it would be expected that he would at least give Suki a chance to test a few of his newer abilities.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The proud Saiyan stood tall, the harsh, scorching winds of the plains whipping his hair to the right and left as his eyes glinted with the reflections of two suns, his inner strength rippling outward in a plume of green and blue intermixed, with snapping arcs of white bio-electricity firing off around him all the while. Those beloved, murderous and protective heirlooms hummed beside him, ready to taste the flesh of this monstrosity that was defying their esteemed master. Meanwhile, the physical state of the being known as Touketsuki was changing drastically.

Rensou would no longer enjoy a reach advantage when it came to melee combat, nor would he enjoy any assistance in a show of physical strength – with longer limbs becoming more potent levers, that advantage had been nullified like his range. Those were fickle things, Rensou would compensate with skill and drive forcefully backed with unending confidence. . .what the Saiyan possibly could not overcome was the gap in fighting levels between he and a foe he had moments ago held a slight advantage over. . .now that had shifted to the Icer, and the difference was marginal enough to affect the outcome of this fight. Rensou hid his worry behind a smirking visage that also shielded the excitement shuddering through him. The Icer finally spat out a sentence in a deep baritone, and the Saiyan tilted that head of his with amusement at the audible change in the vocals.

“Look, Saiyan, into the face of death. Into my truest form.”

Rensou almost laughed, but caught himself with only a smile hinting at the fact. Apparently the little creature whom had become this juggernaut before him was very proud of his change, perhaps intoxicated with the explosion of power he had unleashed from within himself. The Kousho burned stalwart in response, and those spheres were poised to strike at the slightest provocation. . .but none came, no telegraphed movements ensued that indicated the pale creature meant to strike and again it was obvious that Touketsuki Yakedo meant to dance the same as before; with Rensou leading this petty little thing across the floor and dictating the course of steps. The Saiyan was at enough of a power gap to be moderately disadvantaged in a melee exchange, but he could hold his own with proper response. A ki based fight would be much more difficult to stand victorious in, but the fact remained: At these levels of fighting ability, Touketsuki held slightly more speed, power, and fortitude in his hand, but to stand so arrogantly and declare himself death to the last son of the Hiruen family was absurd. The Saiyan would show this one.

“You're about the ugliest son of a bitch I've ever seen,” Rensou mused, flashing canine and incisor with the spoken word before he continued, “What gave birth to you, anyway, freak? Were you even born?” It was an insult and the preceding action before the Saiyan set himself to the task, for he had been building energy during the period his tongue had filled the air with that cocky tone, and as soon as his question was posed that form blurred. Whether Touketsuki saw him or not, it did not matter. The Zanzoken was still much too fast to set a body into motion for appropriate response, but perhaps his eyes saw the General as his body moved from the location away from him to feet before him. At the end of the movement, a single right hand would reach outward, a fist balled and aimed right for the center of the face of the hideous creature.

There was no swiveling hip in the punch, no turning shoulder, no forward momentum. Rensou was simply there and he had struck outward. Standing upon his own two feet which were still very well prepared to move him appropriately towards this goal he had set for himself months ago; to defeat this intruder or die in the effort. The punch was simply meant to get Touketsuki moving, to cause him to make a mistake, for Rensou was now forced to fight with his mind moreso than body. That mind was a very well prepared one, indeed. While this Icer had been seeking the things he asked of other worlds, this Saiyan had been fighting every minute his eyes were open. When Touketsuki had rested, Rensou had pushed onward. The fighter's physicality and mentality were technically sound, and it was time to put the whole of his training together and end this conflict here in the next beautiful step across this dance floor which had become naught but carnage.

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Suki was not pleased with Rensou's choice of words. Words that seemed heavily ironic considering the humanoid ape before him. However Suki decided to let it slide for now, they would return to the insults after Suki had properly beaten the saiyan. And of course the saiyan would give him an immediate opportunity.

The damned Zanzoken, this attack had already been used several times, and unfortunately Suki had yet to discover a defense for it, so the only reasonable option was to counter, and pos sibly surprise his foe.

As Rensou's fist made contact he could feel very clearly the Boney exterior of Suki's face. Suki had dodged with the most simple and basic method possible, he had bent his head down slightly, so that the fist would impact his forehead, the toughest part of the Icer's heavily armored body. Next to the chest plates, the forehead was dense, and kept Suki safe from harm in the event of a large physical attack such as this one. And once suki felt the fist make contact, he knew exactly where his opponent was. The deadliest weapon in suki's physical arsenal shot out from behind him, the tail, now longer and faster, Extended to make a devastating strike to the midsection of the Saiyan before him. Like he had done with zach, he was wearing away at his opponents mid section, hopefully winding him at least. However this would not be the end of his attack, no no now suki had the physical advantage unlike his last, smaller form. He would throw out a right hook to meet the side of his opponents head, and even bring up a knee to meet his chin.

This however was all banking on the possibility that the tail hit its mark, if the saiyan dodged, suki would simply stay where he was at, allowing the saiyan to contemplate the punch that had likely caused him pain.

[Rensou Hiruen]

This misguided little tyrant had taken the quick, stinging right, but the General knew not if it were but his knuckle beneath his gloves which burned with pain of impact. Normally, the sudden connection of solid to solid would transfer force and push both warriors backward, but Rensou had not loaded up on his strike.

The Icer countered so powerfully, and it pleased the Saiyan. Whilst Touketsuki had not made a terrible mistake, the Saiyan still pushed his mass forward in an effort to close the gap where his shorter limbs would be all the more maneuverable. The left arm cradled the tail, but it halted not the explosion of air and spittle that exploded from Rensou's mouth.

Directly onto Suki. But nay, the time was not yet right but Rensou remained in the pocket with forward momentum. The smashing hook cracked into his cheek, tearing scarred tissue beneath the skin and immediately letting loose a torrent of red. Lesser creatures would have been blown from their feet, but Rensou was prepared to withstand the pain. The Saiyan was giving a foot to gain a yard.

...or so he hoped.

With that surging press forward, the Saiyan finally closed distance as first the fist retracted and then the tail whipped away from between the pair to allow the knee. The knee that hardly did anything at all as no force was behind the shortened movement. It thudded nigh-uselessly against the Saiyans leg.

Those eyes were starry in only the way a Saiyans can possibly be in such dire situations. That grin was maniacal as blood trickled down and off his lips. While other races might not fear the end, this one seemed to welcome it. Rensou wanted to know if there was truly one to best him with his very life at stake, a.situation he would fight to his utmost ability in.

The reach advantage of Yakedo had been nullified, and the last son of the Hiruen wasted no time as cocked arms and rolling shoulders slashed and stabbed with a beautiful flurry of elbows and uppercuts. The bony points would attempt to rake down the face of this monster before him, and the uppercuts would attempt to break ribs, though that would be beautiful luck smiling upon him. All the while those spheres bashed in, whipping around the beast...

And hoping to keep him trapped in this vicious flurry of close quarters combat. They pounded in toward kidney and at times the back of the skull to accentuate the inward strike of those joints between bicep and forearm from their beloved creator. This Saiyan was attacking and evading with all his will, resolve, and endurance. Certainly the Icer answered during the short stanza that had consisted of scores of attacks...

But the Saiyan dealt with the strikes, using the recoiling body to twist himself into an attack that would sting mores than before. Come, Demon, face the desperate wrath of one you've left with no choice: Rensou Hiruen of the Saiyan Solar Empire would kill this creature or die surging toward it.

This was but the only way he knew how to live, and die.

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Damn that saiyan's tenasity

Suki thought as his fist drove into the saiyan making a very direct hit, he was admiring the saiyan for his grit, but that was all. He would not reciprocate allowing the saiyan to cause him such a direct strike, but he did have an idea.

He would allow Rensou to strike him, and in this way show Rensou the power of his new form.

In his previous body, getting punched in the stomach, chest, or frankly anywhere would cause him great damage, but this form was designed specifically for physical combat, and he would show the saiyan how.

Suki tightened his mid section in such a way that his heavily armored torso was now covered in a roll of muscle, skin, and armored shell of Icer skin. As Rensou struck, suki stood tall, allowing each hit to take effect. At first he found it difficult, however he found by raising his power-level steadily higher that each punch slowly began to feel like virtually nothing.

He was however having difficulty with the spheres, while his back was also covered in the armor clad skin, it was not as heavily guarded as his front, so Suki's display of endurance was going to fail if he didnt do something about the balls behind him.

And so Suki rose his right hand up, with palm open, and looked Rensou dead in the eyes, his pupils locked with the saiyan, and as he did so energy began to appear, not on rensou, but rather behind suki by a few feet. And it was not small like the previous instant Ki attacks had been, this one was massive, the Ki growing inside of it was nothing short of awe inspiring. The black matter began to grow, and suki couldnt help but smile, knowing that those balls of energy that had both defended Rensou so heavily, and attacked suki so vigilantly would have no chance of survival if this worked, which in suki's mind, it couldnt fail.

By now Rensou would have noticed the attack, and suki couldnt care less, he continued to charge the attack, causing the Ki stored there to become even larger.

In comparison to his other attacks this blast was nearly 50 times in power from his smaller blasts. Where before the attacks were instantaneous and small, This would now showcase the intensity in power that Suki was holding.

Puting his left index finger up to his forehead suki spoke, convinced this would be the last time that he would speak to the saiyan alive.

"Bye"

With that suki closed his palm into a fist, and equally as fast appeared nearly 200 Yards to the far left of the battle field, just in time to witness what was no doubt a massive explosion. So intense infact that the ground around the scorched plains began to shake, effecting the other battles that were taking place as well. The explosion was a bright purple and black combination that engulfed roughly 150 yards in every direction.

The dust would not soon clear, however when it did those around would witness a massive crater in the ground, one that proved the intensity of the attack, it was massive and to suki's knowledge there was no sight of the Saiyan.

But...his power level is....still...

"Come now, where are you!"

He yelled out looking around, he couldnt believe that the saiyan had survived, but without a doubt he had, and even more surprising was suki's sudden pain. in his lower back there was a piercing pain that caused him to cringe, and before he knew it his nose was bleeding. He had not been struck in the face...his kidneys.

The spheres had done damage before he left the area. For the first time in the entire battle the opponent had drawn blood, and a considerable amount as the blood flowed from his nose down his chin, and over the front of his chest.
Suki applied pressure to his nose and after a few moments the bleeding stopped, however he was now a bloody mess. To his opponent it might appear that he had caused more damage than he actually had. Meanwhile suki wiped his face with the back of his right hand and let out a sigh

Damn monkey, I cant be that careless, he clearly knows how to kill

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(For reference in case it was hard to picture, here is a link to the general attack, while it is different in detonation, it is the same basic thing, Also I will be posting in each fight as the planet shaking.)
dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Death_Storm

[Rensou Hiruen]

The plains had been shattered once again. Rubble cascaded to the grounds, smoke rolling from cracked masses of scorched earth. Ground still trembled underfoot, fissures ripping with each rolling tremor and a cloud of dust and debris filled the skies above as far as sight could reach. That terrific, tyrannical strength had caused such chaotic wonderment that he had left a deep, treacherous crater where a proud Saiyan warrior had assaulted him with such tenacity and vigor that despite the spectacular distance between their fighting powers, had managed to land powerful blows through his hands and energies. That Saiyan stood no longer.

Upon ragged pants and torn gloves, Rensou Hiruen, General of the Saiyan Solar Empire, rested upon those hands as knees as blood streamed from a mangled body. Every scar lining his hide had opened, and new ones had been created. Weaker bones had fractured under the pressure of the cataclysmic explosion that had smashed into him and engulfed his whole in an instant. The armor was lined with cracks and mars, and the entirety of the chest was exposed. . .bruised, bloody, and battered, the proud Saiyan staggered to his feet with ears ringing and teeth chipping as they struggled to bite back the worst of the pain. A cough rippled up from his lungs as the agony nauseated him, and the Saiyan spat up bile and blood from within him, but it served not to take his footing.

The beloved baubles that had been bestowed to him by his grandfather flickered, their bodies no longer as tightly compressed as they had been just moments ago. It would naught be long, and Rensou would be without his guardians, and the Kousho as well. Already that fire burned with less intensity around his body, and a scouter would reveal he was capable of moving and striking with the speed and power of half his maximum ability had he been less, well, absolutely destroyed. It was a thing to behold that the Saiyan was alive at all, much less prepared to fight and die rather than collapse to his knees and grovel for his life. The Saiyan spirit within his heart was yet unbroken, for it was unbreakable. If only the body were as perfect as that undeniable soul.

As the dust settled, the broken one rose from the sloped walls of the hole in his planet, with chin high and dripping with blood from that scalp, cheek, eye, lips, and nose. One of his eardrums had burst with the decibel intensity of the explosion, and it was useless – deaf, pouring like every other orifice, natural or created by the hand of Touketsuki Yakedo. The only physical thing left intact was the gaze of those overwhelming coals reflecting the reddish fires of the suns above them, and they bore outward and into the Icer whom had bested him in combat, the second man in all the universe to perform such an undeniable feat. They still shimmered with hatred, but admiration was within them as well. . .in another time and place, this pair could have been comrades. They were beings of similar ideals, the belief that power reigned all and that the weak were subservient to their whims. As fate would have it, they were destined to clash and one of them would die. It would seem that the gods had chosen the Saiyan to fall this day.

With the white trim of that shredded glove, the last and apparently final son of the Hiruen clan wiped the red from his lips and offered Touketsuki Yakedo these words, “Yakedo, the day is yours. I am spent, and whatever I have left is barely enough to answer your request with one of my own,” for the Saiyan had given the Icer what he wished, a fight to the death. . .perhaps the Icer would grant him a parting wish. “A warrior's death, Touketsuki. Finish this,” and Rensou Hiruen opened his mind to the Icer, revealing his wishes. . .he wanted not to be a mangled corpse upon this destroyed battleground for the flies and their maggots to destroy, for the carrion birds to devour his eyes and entrails! Nay, General Rensou Hiruen wished to be wiped from this world he had failed to defend in the most splendid display of martial combat; an energy blast.

During the request, the skies had darkened and the suns were blotted out. Something that had not occurred for more than two hundred years began to unravel upon those Scorched Plains where Rensou Hiruen had decided to finish his life not for himself, but for his people. A bolt of lightning introduced the phenomena, and a roll of thunder accentuated the beauty as upon the desolate flats of Vegeta a terrible downpour began to wash over each and every fighter present here in this grand and epic showcase of some of the universes most powerful warriors. The former Gladiator from the Saru slums had invoked the tears of the deities, it had seemed.

Then again, perhaps it was just chance~

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The dust cleared, and yet again suki found himself hovering high above his fallen opponent, he felt a similar darkness that he had when fighting the Human zach. Rensou's body lay broken on the ground, forced to his knee's Rensou was bowing before Suki's strength, even if he did not wish to. Suki let out a smirk, it was over.

The Kousho that had so valiantly brought up the saiyan's energy was now nothing more than a flickering light, slowly burning out. More importantly the blood that flowed from his opponent was a clear indicator of victory. The only question that remained with suki was how to end it. With Zach he had humiliated his defeated foe in a gory spectacle in order to strike fear into the humans who where watching in the distance. But this race was not like that, they would not be so easily dissuaded, no they needed something stronger, something....deadly.

Suki held out his right hand, the palm facing Rensou, he then grabbed his wrist in order to strengthen the accuracy of the coming attack, he spoke frankly allowing the saiyan, and all those on the planet to heed his words, as Suki spoke both loudly, and telepathically to all creatures on the scorched plains.

"Rensou Hiruen, Let it be known that this day, I Touketsuki Yakedo was merciful, and gave you the death that you have asked me for. Let this be a cold reminder to all those out there, that when you oppose the World Trade Organization, you beg for death, just as you have here!"

With that purple and black ki matter began to form around the palm of his hand, the energy was massive, and encompassed all that he had within his second form. This attack had previously destroyed a planet, and would now be directed at a single being. Rensou's body would be obliterated, leaving nothing but ash for those whom loved him to mourn over. Suki would show the saiyans the amazing power he was capable of.

"Punisher Cannon!"

The beam shot out of his palm, it was the culmination of all that Suki was, the evil and hate, the cruelty and destruction. The beam tore through the air, creating a whistling noise that could be heard from miles around, before finally it would make contact.

It would hit and destroy everything in its path, the explosion even more massive than the first had been. This was Suki's finisher, the Punisher cannon, and nobody survived a direct blast from it. Whatever was in its way would be obliterated.

And everyone would see it, the explosion was large enough that everyone on the plains would see and feel it. No matter who was winning in the individual battles, it would quickly be over soon, the WTO had won.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A request had been granted, though with words that dishonored the Saiyan whom had not given up nor lost, he had been successful in his attempt to protect his planet, saving it through his sacrifice. Most Saiyan were selfless things, but Rensou Hiruen was one of the people for the people. . .a man capable of loving not just himself, but oh, so much more. Thus, he had become the lamb to the block and the butcher had readied his cleaver and sent it whistling through the air with all the precision and force necessary to take his life quickly and efficiently. Rensou was the lamb. The Scorched Plains were the block. Touketsuki was the butcher. The Punisher Cannon was the cleaver.

The dark lavender ripped across the expanse with all the speed of a powerful craft, and all the force of a thousand of them culminating into one single entity that would wipe Rensou Hiruen from the world of the living and reduce his conscious to nothingness. Everything was going accordingly, the aim perfect and the quarry was still. This was the end of this conflict between the Saiyan Solar Empire and the World Trade Organization, and the final signal to end every battle so that the victorious party could continue along whichever path it chose unimpeded by the other.

The beam and the warrior collided, and the loser was committed to the eternity that was death. A life full of trial and tribulation had come to an abrupt end upon these deserted lands, and one of the Saiyan Solar Empire had lost their life here at the tyrannical hands belonging to the Icer Lord, Touketsuki Yakedo. The warrior murdered had been an honorable one, committed to the Saiyans serving under them and the Saiyans under their charge. The officer had been one striving for the betterment of the race as a whole, and the end of that shining light would be one greatly grieved and vengeance would be sworn.

The warrior slain had not been Rensou Hiruen.

As Rensou had decided that the end was nigh and it was best to retire from the fight for the sake of his men and people, a warrior had decided that it was not yet his time. They had come between the battered General and the attack, and Rensou had watched for but a moment before he wrenched the battered body free of the path and rolled sideways. The warrior lie limp in his arms, bleeding profusely, hardly recognizable and without the strength to persist under the mighty force of the Icer's creation. Upon his knees with his own blood dripping upon the smoking body that had been broken upon the rocks by the crushing wave, Rensou Hiruen stared into the eyes of the one whom had fallen to save him.

“Ani!” he choked, staring into those blue eyes that had once shined brightly with life, but they were now flickering. She was his Lieutenant, his attendant, his best friend and the only reason he had been pushed hard enough to offer competition to the gargantuan power of the Icer. Without her comraderie, this would have never been a fight at all. Rensou could have possibly been deemed unworthy by Touketsuki, and their entire race could have perished if not for the persistence of Anienne Aspera. If that Icer had never come, their relationship might have been so much more. . .perhaps Rensou would not have been the last of his clan, perhaps this monster might not have caused the events that had left this girl dying in his arms!

“Ren. .s. . .” she mouthed, blood rolling up from within her and her eyes rolling with the pain, and immediately her General knew what terrible pain this whole affair had caused. This was his fault as much as Yakedo's. . .if only he had been stronger and defeated him, there could have been happiness, but no, just like his father before him Rensou Hiruen watched as the woman closest to him writhed under the most unbearable agony imaginable. The last of the clan knew what he must do. The ruined body and mind was unreachable now, and the General pressed his fingertip to her temple and fired the tiniest of energies and ceased the suffering of his dearest friend.

The rains above Anienne, Rensou, and Touketsuki had intensified, and lightning flashed repeatedly throughout the area and it stabbed deep into the cracked earth and thunder blocked out any sounds that came from the remaining pair whom still lived, all but the roar of Rensou Hiruen as he rose to his feet, his body quaking with rage and hate and sadness. The General felt as if his body were going to explode, as if his heart was too heavy to beat another beat. With the rains and his tears and blood intermixing into the blood of Anienne, he held her aloft in his arms as the thunder ceased rolling from his throat.

General Hiruen had but eight words for the bastard before him who had taken his truest friend from this world.

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“I. . .” he began, his body quivering and his eyes rolling with the assault of emotions upon his mentality, “won't. . .” the Saiyan swore, the mud and rocks blowing away from his body as an aura of the most beautiful gold began to blaze upward and around the pair and bolts of white illuminated the dusk around them. “Let you get away with THIS!” he finished, his voice a snarl of fury and grief, of regret and the resolution to end this conflict here and now. Something within Rensou Hiruen had changed, his pains forgotten and all of his wrath rising up within him. The Saiyan had uttered those words that another before him under the same circumstance had told another Icer over a thousand years ago, and the same thing was happening.

Rensou Hiruen was not powering up. Rensou Hiruen was transforming.

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[Note: I have Anienne's permission to NPC her character and kill her off. She wished to do it herself, but with the tornado and all causing her some 'net problems, we were hoping it would be alright if I did the deed.]

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[Approved, Rensou Hiruen is now a (False) Super Saiyan. ]

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The sky had grown dark at the setting sun, leaving only a small blood red line over the horizon, and the beam hit, killing the one whom had been hit. Rensou Hiruen was...

"Alive!?"

Suki yelled looking down as a younger looking saiyan dropped to her knee's and finally collapsed onto the broken ground of the scorched plains. How could this be, not only had she sacrificed herself, but she had used up all of her energy to direct all of the blast into her own body. In most cases the punisher cannon would destroy massive area's, or even planets on impact, but that small saiyan with her act of sacrifice had saved rensou, the planet, and from the look of things could have been the catalyst that saved the universe.

Right before his eyes rensou began to change, his eyes glowing a bright white, his hair flying as if a rapid wind were upon them. But suki knew this was no wind, it wasnt possible, he had been nearly dead but moments ago, and suddenly only a few yards off, was a newly emerged Rensou Hiruen.

Son of a bitch, that power...he didnt have that before, I know he didnt!

Suki thought as Rensou continued his massive change. Suki knew that if he wanted to survive he would need to kill him before he finished...but...the punisher cannon...

It was not just devastating to the one who was struck, Suki would need time to regather his lost Ki, that attack had taken a lot out of him as it should, it should have killed him, but now it appeared the cards were playing in Rensou's favor.

Suki yelled out to the saiyan as he charged

"Your friend killed herself! I warned you if others intervened they would die, dont blame me for your chimps Insolence!"

He said as he began to charge up his own ki, nearly hitting 300,000 he began to realize that there was no way he could match the saiyan in this form.

I....Need to transform...

But there was no time, by now the saiyan would have launched his next attack, unless he predicted Suki had another transformation, and for some reason let him do it. But the saiyan had no idea about any other forms, he knew only of this one, and was prepared to kill this one.

[Rensou Hiruen]

This new being was something otherworldly with strength. Like the cursed Oozaru of the Hiruen family, it was also terrible. This thing bore naught but a dark heart and lust for blood, to kill everything before it was the only way to sate the hunger of this monster that was not Rensou Hiruen. As the Icer before him cried out with rage, the beast with thrashing hair and whitened eyes could hear nothing but the pitiful mewl of the fawn as the wolf, which was he, sprinted across the landscape with fangs bared and digits crooked into mock-claws, ready to tear the jugular from the throat of this pale prey whom chose to remain in this dangerous territory.

Anienne Aspera had been abandoned in this manifestation of destruction, the body tumbling to the ground as this monster known as Saiyan cracked the ground beneath it with each thundering culmination of it's run, leaving a spray of burned earth behind it as it closed it upon the prey. Foam had risen up at the corners of the mouth, mixing with the blood of forgotten wounds as it snarled and whined for this distance to be closed and his jaws around the neck of this insignificant thing before it, one whom had called this destructive monstrosity seemingly from the depths of Hades itself.

The thunder could not be heard for the roar that tore from the throat of the demon.

The aura about both warriors fought for supremacy as Rensou Hiruen was upon Touketsuki Yakedo much faster than he would have ever known was possible, his sanity destroyed by the death of Anienne and the hatred for Yakedo. There was nothing left but this animal he had become and the man whom had turned the key to unlock him from the barred cage. With slashing hands the powerful abomination lashed out, for it knew it had not claws to slice open the flesh of this one. All the while, it had continued to close distance, attempting to bull the prey to the ground before it and bite the esophagus free from the neck so that the beautiful music of gurgling air bubbling through a torrent of blood might sing sweetly to yearning ears.

In the midst of the insanity, the creature was tormented by a voice which was quite familiar to it. The voice was the inner spirit of Rensou, begging his new form to fight for a reason, not for the thrill of the kill. Without reason, there could be no resolution to this terrible conflict.

This is for Vegeta.

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This is for yourself. .

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This is for Anienne. . .

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For now, the monster could not be controlled. . .in this moment, Rensou Hiruen was nothing more than the power of his Oozaru form amplified with all the vicious tendencies. Once the life before him had been extinguished, it was entirely certain that he would feast upon the flesh of both Yakedo and Anienne until his hunger was sated and he slept away this nightmare. Nothing was safe from this manifestation of Saiyan strength, not even the men Rensou Hiruen called his own. This creature with slashing hands and craving tongue was a shell.

For now, the shell fought the Icer.

For now, Rensou fought the shell.

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Crash

Suki hit the ground, having been forcefully tackled their by Rensou, he couldnt believe the speed at which this creature was moving, it was as though a new warrior was infront of him, no longer holding any sort of pride or elegance to his combat, but an Animal.

Now rensou really did seem to be an angry chimp, unfortunately Chimps are known for their terrible temper, and their powerful whiplash. This one was no different. Suki was winded as his body made a crashing contact with the broken and battered ground of vegeta.

The one and only advantage at Suki's current disposal was that this creature was not thinking straight, if he had he might have remember that Suki was heavily armored, and while stronger attacks would hurt him, basic strikes such as say....biting him would only bring about the cracking and chipping of teeth, as if cruching down hard on a rock. Not to say that suki was prepared to defend himself, the bite didnt hurt, but damned if he was trapped underneath rensou, Trapped between Rensou and the ground below him, suki would have to break his way out before the creature became more clever in his attack choice.

Suki focused his energy as the beast clawed and bit at him, just enough to create an explosion of Ki just below him, this would propel him forward, pushing both him and Rensou skywards, Meanwhile suki with both powerful legs would push against Rensou's torso in an attempt to separate himself from the maniac.

[Rensou Hiruen]

To the ground the struggle continued as monster bulled into monster with no qualms towards physical pain, for Rensou Hiruen had but one thing in mind, to cause pain and death to that which was living. With body mass and force the Saiyan pinned the Icer, freeing his head and neck of encumbrance as it reached down with widened jaws to taste the last beats of the heart pounding against his own bare, bloody chest. That powerful neck propelled those seeking teeth towards the throat, but the being knew not it wielded the arms of an omnivorous creature. Nay, it had not the glistening fangs of the Oozaru. The insane thing felt only but the smallest droplets of blood as canine managed to break the thick hide, but the molars halted the approach of the end for the prey.

Snarling audibly despite the mouthful, the Saiyan released his grip and sought a better hold upon the neck – an attempt to crush the windpipe, if only the Icer needed oxygen, again, ignorance was the only thing keeping Touketsuki alive. Alas, the second stroke of the blunted teeth was cut short as an explosion of ki loosened the hold Rensou had upon the ruler of Planet Kold, and at once the pair was airborne. A crushing thrust from both legs served to complete the seperation, the Saiyan lashing with mock claws and roaring his distaste for this damned distance between he and sustenance – rich, warm crimson rolling down his tongue and slipping through the tunnel of a throat to land pleasurably against the bottom of his belly.

Ignorance again impeded the creature whom had been a man only moments ago, and it crashed to the ground. Rensou knew not he could fly in this mentally impeded frenzy, and it gazed with longing eyes at the silhouette of Touketsuki so far out of reach. Humanity broke free for but a moment as it managed to actually speak, but it could easily be mistaken for the roar of the beast yet again. “FIGHT!” it managed, and the inner being within the outer monster had another stroke of genius as the mouth that had once sought to slash and crush now poured out the only means of attack known to it.

Ki. . .

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Rensou had broken through the blockade of hatred the transformation had created once again, and the screaming maw unleashed a torrent of cyan energy in a powerful, violent blast. The body was tense under the pressure withstood from the shot, every vein showing beneath the hide and the sinews tensed at the inside of joints as with all his might and hate, Rensou Hiruen fired a blast of ki energy from his mouth towards Touketsuki Yakedo. Ripping the currents with a catastrophic explosion of sound as it tore through the sound barrier, the weapon was easily enough to blow Touketsuki from the skies and into those longing teeth that would find a way through to that delicious blood beneath that damnable hide!

Touketsuki was being vastly overpowered by this new state achieved by the General, and the General was being thwarted in his attempts for victory by the primitive state he had found himself in. Soon, however, the mentality would break through the beast-like nature and give Rensou Hiruen full reign over each and every attack in his arsenal. They would be used with the greatest of efforts to dismember this bastard whom had caused the death of Anienne and this entire ordeal once that clarity was achieved. If only it would come but sooner, so that Rensou might properly see to his former Lieutenant.

He hoped it would be his hand that lit the pyre to burn her remains, he hope it would be his words that sung her praises for the assembled to hear. Anienne Aspera would not be forgotten, and she would not go unavenged.

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Suki had gotten away, and for the first time the entire fight felt an emotion he had not felt in many years (or in the case of this forum ever) and that was fear. He didnt have time to transform, and if this creature did any sort of reasonable attack it would blow through everything that suki had. His eyes widened as the creature looked at him, or rather in his direction, and with a loud scream that oddly sounded like the word fight, released a massive beam of energy. While it was an unnamed and untamed attack, its massive Ki disposal was nothing more than incredible, and Suki could see himself losing this fight if he didnt do something.

Doding was out of the question, as was countering with anything sizable, so the only thing he could do was counter with a smaller, far less significant Beam.

The energy was bright as suki put both hands together and shot out a beam of purple energy that collided with the cyan beam. At first it appeared the beams were equal, but that split second of hopeless praise was over quicker than it began as the cyan energy began to crush Suki's Ki blast. Perhaps his punisher cannon would have been able to stand up to this, but with his Ki in such terrible shape, he would be unable to conjure such a marvelous attack.

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Suki had lost, the beam shot him not only into the air, but seemed to arc in an uncontrollable mass, causing it to make a u-turn and slam him into the earth.

The good news was that Suki had taken the deadly attack, and turned it into something manageable for his endurance, the bad news was that it hurt, for the first time in the entire fight, or really ever, suki found himself on the ground nearly unable to move.

Now was his only chance. Using the dust that the blast had caused as his cover suki began his monstrous transformation. While Rensou was fighting with himself, Suki would bring out his next terrifying transformation, one that even this beast couldnt defeat. It was Suki's least favorite form, it certainly was the least flattering to himself, and he preferred to be in it as little as possible, but if it would save his life, Suki would replace his need for vanity, with his need for survival.

His head arced backwards, slowly growing backwards and near the middle of his back. His tail nearly doubled in length making for another terrifying advantage physically, and all over his body, including his head, several large horns began to form, although they would be less effective combat wise, they would definitely make assaulting suki more of a challenge.

The dust would clear to Suki, now standing, looking up at Rensou. He had been made a fool of for the last time.

Around the time Rensou was gaining mental stability, Suki would have made it to his next form. This would be a real fight, no one was holding back. The saiyan would have to kill Suki quickly, or be overpowered.

"Come Monkey, face me in my true form"

Suki said, his deep voice being replaced with a monstrous scratchy voice. He didnt need to inform the saiyan that he had a fourth and final form, that wasnt any of his business, and he would keep that a secret for as long as he could.