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[Rensou Hiruen]

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The returned had not been a concealed arrival, hardly, not with the adequate power he displayed as he prepared for the confrontation with what he considered psychopath. This man had been pushed to this point by that which his challenger called leader, and he thirsted for vengeance which was almost entirely justice. Saiyan civilians had perished because of the actions of Touketsuki Yakedo, and thus, those deaths had been repaid. He had lost his own life as well as a loved one, and thus, Boliko would kill Touketsuki and Rensou Hiruen would avenge Anienne whence the blood of this “liberator” stained his hands.

The “liberator” had been baited entirely. Rensou Hiruen did not intend to kill the defenseless children, those that could not stand nor walk were entirely without chance against him. Despite the millions that had perished at his hand, each and every one had been given equal opportunity to take his own life. This man whom answered his call would be presented with the same opportunity and the rules of engagement would therefore affect he as well.

Rensou had sealed the hatches of the vessel with burning energies, welding the metals together and making it impossible for the occupants to escape without outside aide. Inside, they were well, not a single one had been slain while Hiruen had patiently awaited what he so longed for. Finally, the foe had presented himself near the ship. . .the Saiyan exited The Gladiator, the door closing behind him as he brandished a tiny remote at the fellow who yelled so ridiculously for his attentions.

“Fuck the pleasantries,” he spat, noting his challenge was one of Touketsuki's own race, “lizard shit!” He would take great pleasure in killing this one.

As he spoke, he walked towards the Icer with that remote easily in sight. “This is the only way to save your precious people, Icer, and you'll have to go through me to obtain it.”

Rensou slid the thing beneath his armor, under the tight garment he wore as an insulating layer against the frigid climes. Extremities remained cold, but the core was warm, and the man's last worry was freezing to death. As a matter of fact, this Icer would pose no problem at all. . .in an instant, the General could ascend to Super Saiyan beyond Super Saiyan and send his head rolling against the snow.

But he wanted to draw out his vengeance.

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The Kousho was all that was required of him, and if his calculations were correct, “It appears you're in your second state. . .I suggest you transform into your final state,” If the Icer were capable of the final transformation of his race, then he would most certainly see an increase in power similar to Touketsuki: The pair would be nearly identical in fighting might, and the fight could be won by either man. . .but Rensou was confident it was he that would claim victory this day.

The last of his words had rolled from tongue, and the Saiyan tensed his entirety whilst his teeth were set harshly against opposing row. A growl issued from his throat as a cyan light began to emanate from him and intensified. . .again, and again, and again until the warrior before the Icer was tinted with the color of his blaze and the snow billowed away from him, unable to remain steadfast against the unleashed strength of General Rensou Hiruen, whom would see World Trade blood stain the snow of their own home.

“You've got ten seconds, lizard~”

Ten seconds to provide adequate challenge while remains of starships created chaos all about them, another product of Saiyan Wrath! ! ![/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Blaze]

Blaze sighed. Great. he thought. Not only is he a psychopath, but he's also a raging asshole. What more could a guy wish for? This man... he was the most miserable Saiyan Blaze had ever met. And the guy was familiar with his transformations on top of that.

"Y'know, I'd hate to be the guy who spat in your cereal this morning." Blaze said, readying himself to power up. He wanted Blaze at his full power... fair enough. He pushed himself up as high as he could, his body stretching out into it's monster form. His least favorite form of all. Then the glow came. Blaze's whole form changed again into his True, fourth form.

Blaze stood there for a moment, getting used to the form again. He'd spent over two years doing everything in this form, so it was one he had become rather used to and skilled with. His actual power had topped off at 95%, the limit he had been able to achieve before he began to loose control. And at this point, Blaze wished he didn't have so much trouble with his full power.

"Satisfied, spiky? Or should I spout wings as well?" He asked. Blaze had only fraught a few Saiyans including Zilo, Serori, and a couple on Namek. He knew this guy could turn into a giant monkey... that would be bad. But Blaze would have to put his fear of those massive beasts aside if that happened.

Then there was the crazy form Serori went into one time that made her try to kill Blaze. That was even worse as far as power went. Who knows, this guy might be able to do both...

[Rensou Hiruen]

The wiry Saiyan bared teeth, offering no answer for the idiocy that flowed from the tongue. It seemed Touketsuki constantly reassured himself of greatness in the face of mortal struggle, but this Icer had an entirely different approach. The thing was making jokes, attempting to taunt and dig spur into hide and Rensou would refuse him. Should the creature continue failing to take things seriously, Hiruen would almost certainly ascend to a state beyond the legend of old and destroy every atom of the lizard in a most amazing display of what actual power could become capable of.

Vein showed beneath muscle mass, an indication of the strain placed upon body by the Kousho. While he could maintain this state for quite some time, the Icer could comfortably hold his own with little ill effect. It was a thing Rensou had seen in the flesh, but in requesting the final form he had completely negated his foe the ability to wipe away any damages incurred in the prior steps of his evolution into truth. . .a tactical advantage. A wry smile flickered across the face, but then something all the more beautiful materialized. The Icer would witness the full fighting might of Rensou.

The Tsurunoha spheres.

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At first, they had begun as burden: an outward concentration of inner ki compressed into two orbs, they were more akin to balled fist than a wave or blast. . .when Rensou was weaker, maintaining that much outer power severely weakened his durability, strength, and speed. Now he was endlessly powerful, millions upon millions of ki particles: the power of a Super Saiyan resided within the body before the lizard, and to compress his ki in those outward forms and maintain them for ungodly periods of time was a mere afterthought. The end result left the Hiruen son with two extra striking points. To make matters worse, he was already particularly versed with his fists, elbows, feet, and knees.

They circled the greater body of familiar ki, revolving around the Saiyan at a lazy and deceitful pace as the warrior adopted his typical stance. Feet spread, offering a powerful base to strike from. Right arm low, welcoming mistake. Left arm cocked and prepared to unleash absolute punishment for the aforementioned error. Finally, he spoke. “You've got five seconds before I write your final chapter on the snow with your blood, lizard.” Rensou was offering the opponent opportunity to strike first, and if he did not, he would come.

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The power that he was currently tracking was a familiar one, especially when the extra power sources came into the picture as well. If he was right, then that would be Rensou, and he hurried his pace to try getting to the man in time to see if he could be of any help. As he arrived at the scene though, he saw Rensou facing off with what he could assume was an Icer, he hadn’t seen one before, but this was their planet. Rushing towards the Saiyan General, “General Rensou, I came as soon as I could.” It probably wasn’t the best time to talk to him, but they had a mission to do here, and if there was something he was capable of, he would do it.

It was strange seeing him battling like this without using his Super Saiyan form, he assumed there was a reason behind it. Maybe it was just to wait for Yuumaru to arrive or waiting for a real challenge, as while his opponent was powerful, he wasn’t up there. The blue-haired Saiyan had experienced the raw power of the Super Saiyan form first hand, and it was a rather frightening thing to have to face down. Shaking his head, “Do you have orders for me, sir?” He was a grunt and file soldier right now, so he would just go with what he was told. He had to earn a better rank for himself, and this was just one of the steps to doing that.

His curiosity wanted to ask a question, however, right now wasn’t the time or place, the General likely wasn’t in the best of moods. If he ordered him to fight, then that was what he would do as well, although, it seemed that he had a disadvantage in power. That was how things went sometimes, but he was getting ahead of himself now. He settled his mind, calming himself, so that he would be able to do as he was instructed. There was a lot going on, and it was likely to get more chaotic as time went by, that meant focusing on his goals. Something that he was actually rather good at.

[Blaze]

This Saiyan really liked his damn time limits and Lizard slurs. But Blaze kept his cool. He wouldn't allow such forms of intimidation and ignorance bother him, nor stoop to that level himself. He merely gave a determined smirk and readied himself as well. The only reason he had to fight this Saiyan was to save those last few innocents. Then, he would leave Kold.

"Alright, let's go then." Blaze said, and prepared to attack. But Blaze stopped as another power approached. Another Saiyan by the looks of him, with blue hair. The Saiyan took a look at Blaze, but did not address or insult him. Blaze returned to a defensive stance and waited.

The blue haired one called the stronger asshole a General. Name must be Rensou. It made Blaze just sigh at the fact that this General Rensou hadn't the decency to at least introduce himself. At least the blue haired one had an excuse, he didn't want to get on his commanders bad side. Blaze hoped the General didn't sick this new Saiyan on him, he wouldn't last very long at all and Blaze wanted to get to fighting this Rensou guy.

Blaze waited for the two to finish their business so the fight could actually begin. He had nothing to say to the new Saiyan and didn't have any reason to interrupt them. He would only speak if he was addressed; Blaze would simply keep his guard up and stay ready.

Kick his ass, take the ship, leave. Blaze hoped backup would arrive, he wanted to get this guy beaten as quick as he could.

[Glaecer]

Above the vast planet of kold sat Glaecer in his spacepod his eyes closed his breath not noticeable. He was viewing the world of Kold through his clone seeing how the battle would end and who would be victorious. A bright light shone through the glass on his space pod as it glared through his eye lids, Glaecer stopped the viewing from his clone and opened his eyes just long enough to see that one of the evacuee space ships being destroyed by another similar sized vessel. Glaecer eyes now snapped wide opened.
He opened the hull of his pod and rocketed towards the attacking ship, whoever did this was going to pay. Meanwhile the clone of Glaecer flickered slightly as it followed boliko, this feat would be nearly impossible for someone who did not have advanced psychic capabilities. When Glaecer had created the clone he had allocated a portion of his own conscious to the clone, and in truth the clone was self-aware and would act like Glaecer did in any given situation, Furthermore the clone was still linked with Glaecer mind so he could flick over and see what the clone was seeing.


Glaecer was now rapidly approaching the ship (0:12 to 0:25 on video) He had picked up on a large power level and was aiming right for it.(rest of video) His body punctured the hull like it was tin foil. He was surprised to see that Blaze was there as well but he was not concerned with that. He turned directly facing both the saiyians as he used the psychic powers to morph the metal near the hole in the hull and reseal it.
“These people have no quarrel with the SSE” Glaecer said gesturing to the ships outside
“Your beef is with the World Trade not with the citizens of Kold, so leave them out of this”

[Rensou Hiruen]

The Icer of black and white had luck on his side, but it would not halt oncoming death. . .but it would postpone it momentarily as Yuumaru Mori touched down beside Rensou in an effort to be of service to his people and their empire in any way he could. Rensou's heart swelled with pride. This warrior had gone so far in the Taikaishita Nitaiyo, and he had proven himself to a trustworthy and active member of the military. Saiyans were aware of the dangers the World Trade and their leader presented, and Mori had proven himself courageous on more than one occasion. All along, Rensou had assumed he would come.

The general never lifted his eyes from the Icer for a moment, but he grinned nonetheless, glad to have comrade by his side. “It is good to see you, Yuumaru,” as Rensou weighed what purpose Mori might be best set towards. The fight between he and the creature would be swayed to heavily in favor of himself should he ask Yuumaru's assistance, but there were other matters that required attention.

Rensou undid his personal scouter from his eye, and tossed it towards Yuumaru. “Yuumaru, I need you to infiltrate the databanks of these bastards. . .I want names, pictures, so that we might hunts these dogs to the end of the universe.”

The scouter would prove vital in the task, for within it a highly advanced program known simply as Ayleen resided. She would rip through whatever firewalls the WTO had against such attacks with enough time, and with no WTO present save Touketsuki and this other lizard, Yuumaru would be unhindered in presented task.

. . .and then another lizard exploded amongst them within the ruined cityscape of Ica.

Before Glaecer ever touched down and delivered his speech, Rensou had changed his mind. “On second thought, I imagine you came to spill blood. Let us revenge those whom fell in Saru, Yuumaru Mori!”

Glaecer touched down and declared the civilians trapped within the freighter innocents, and Rensou would agree. . .but they were a vital part of the plan, and with the children locked away and the two Saiyans barring the way to their liberation these cowards could not be presented with opportunity to run, or Rensou hoped. He would not put it beneath either of the scum before him to retreat selfishly, a thing he nor Mori could ever do.

“Fuck you, lizard!” Rensou answered, finally tired of talking, warning, and presenting opportunity to attempt to draw first blood. With a snarl of annoyance, the Saiyan cocked his arm and channeled a moderate energy attack into his grasping hand. Blaze was the target, and he hurled it towards him upon completion. The time for battle had arrived, Saiyan versus Icer!

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It seemed that Rensou wanted to fight the Icer one on one, and he would respect the General’s request, Saiyan’s had their pride. When he was tossed the scouter, the blue-haired Saiyan attached it right away, getting ready to head off on his commander’s orders. However, before he could, the scouter lit up with an incoming power level, it seemed that there would be a new person joining the party. That turned this into a rather different battle now, as Rensou had him stick around to fight with the newly arrived Icer.

It seemed that he would get to fight the new arrival, but before it started, a transmission came over the scouter. The first message seemed to be addressed to Rensou’s ways of calling out the WTO, and yet it seemed to be full of such hypocrisy that it caused a chuckle from Yuumaru. “Ayleen, can you find where that signal is coming from for me, and give get into it?” the AI gave a confirmation, but before it could fully happen a second transmission came out regarding the leader of the WTO. “Analyzing signal, decoded, would you like for me to open a channel, sir?” the female voice of the Saiyan AI asked, such a hard working AI. He’d have to figure out a way to show his appreciation later, but now he had to deliver a couple of messages to this would be messenger.

“First of all, whoever you are, I don’t care for your name. A Saiyan is never proud of killing weaklings, however, if you think that we let attacks against our own civilians get away unpunished, you are even dumber than you sound,” there was no pleasant coverings for his words. They were meant to deliver the message directly as it was, but he wasn’t finished. “Also, what a load of bullshit. The mighty leader of the World Trade Organization was forced to take the path he did? That’s laughable, no one forces anyone to do anything, we make our own choices. He’s a pathetic excuse for a warrior for not choosing a path of his own, and letting others decide what he does, shows his own weakness.”

“You want to challenge the Saiyan Solar Empire, fine, Saiyans love a challenge. I hope you’re at least smarter than your leader, and don’t try blaming your bad choices on others now,” with that, he clicked the button on the side of the scouter, cutting the feed from the channel Ayleen had opened. “Ayleen, block that signal unless Rensou or myself give an order otherwise, alright?” he didn’t feel the particular need to debate with whoever was on the other side of this, especially not when he was set to battle. Turning towards the new arrival, he set his gaze firmly, “Are you prepared for a fight?”

There was no turning back from this, and he really didn’t care if he died or not, he’d had a good deal to settle with the WTO himself. While he wasn’t a regular visitor, he’d had friends in Saru City when Suki decided it was okay to mass slaughter civilians. Now, he would do everything in his power, to at least show that he could hurt one of the members of the group responsible. He wanted to avenge his friends, but he doubted that he was powerful enough for that. It wouldn’t stop him, however, he’d made his decision the moment the other arrived, even before Rensou had told him to stay.

[Blaze]

This is what happens when you "skip the pleasantries." Blaze and Glaecer were Icers, yet neither of them had been involved with any civilian slaughter to Blaze's knowledge. Saiyans were indeed strong creatures... but they failed to do their homework. They just came in, ki blasts blazing, assuming anyone who stands against them is a murdering WTO operative. It was pathetic, really. Blaze was pissed at the general for endangering the lives of the innocents on the craft, but that didn't mean he'd take it out on the blue haired one.

Yes, this Yuumaru Mori guy. Not as big of an asshole as the Rensou dude was, but equally as ignorant and much weaker. Blaze would simply knock him aside if he got in his way, taking his life would be meaningless. "If I wasn't prepared for a fight, I wouldn't be here." Blaze said after Mori's transmitted rant. Blaze ignored most of it, as he was messing with his own scouter. The second Rensou mentioned data collection, Blaze sent a message the Tech wing to begin destroying the data. Thankfully, he received one in return stating that Lord Suki had already requested that to be done hours ago. He truly was prepared.

"You'll find no information here about anyone on the planet. And... you kinda missed most of the carriers... many had launched from other areas on the planet and are now far out of reach. You'll never find anyone now... all you have is what you see here."

Blaze then realized he wasn't alone. Glaecer had came crashing onto the scene, lecturing the Saiyans about taking the hostages. "Yeah I'm sure these guys are gona feel real bad about what they did now!" Blaze said sarcastically to Glaecer. "Trust me, they're well past the negotiation table." Blaze was glad Glaecer had arrived though. Gave them a better chance now to save those people.

His arrival, however, simply pissed the General off. He shouted at his comrade, then shouted something at Blaze before releasing an aggressive ki wave towards him. The general had taken a second to charge it up a bit, so it was going to pack a punch if it hit. This gave Blaze a second to plan his method of a counter attack. He used his Dash technique to quickly avoid the blast , maneuvering to his right. While moving, he charged up an HVLR ki ball in each hand.

These high velocity, long range ki balls did about as much damage as the basic ki ball would, but their real power was their incredible speed and intense impact power. Almost like getting hit by a full powered punch, only from a long distance. They proved difficult to avoid unless one was fast enough, and proved to be a good distraction as well. If one hit, it would throw the General back a ways, maybe into the ground. Blocked, it would possibly stumble him. And if Blaze missed and hit the ground in front... well thats just as good. A dust cloud would be great for Blaze to think up and charge another attack. He had aimed to hit the General with both blasts directly in his face. Both hitting... that would be some painful whiplash.

[Glaecer]

Blaze had not been one for rambling and almost immediately the clash between him and the leader saiyian had begun. This left Glaecer to deal with the blue haired saiyian. Rensou had been foolish to outright state that he wanted to hack into the World Trade and now even more foolishly he had given the key to the hacking to a weaker opponent.

Glaecer activated his ki static and now the area was blanketed in invisible ki energy. This made it impossible for anyone to pick up a power level within the vicinity and even the two saiyians and Blaze would not be able to pick up on each other power levels, functionally they now had to rely on pure sight. Glaecer on the other hand had never used ki sense to pick up targets but instead used psychic sonar, they could not sense ki but he could now sense their brain waves. Furthermore now that his ki had enveloped the area Glaecer could concentrate it and make blast that don’t need to originate from his body but of course these blasts would not be as strong.

Glaecer shifted his stance slightly as his body built up an electrical charge. He then teleported behind the blue saiyian and released a small amount of the charge. A small sparked emitted from Glaecer finger lighting his arm for a second and arced through the air. The sparked was aimed for the scouter that held the hacking program and with Glaecer speed, the lightning's velocity and ki static it would be almost impossible to stop the arc of lightning from frying the scouter. Even though the data on the world trade banks had been deleted it would be too dangerous to leave such a program in the saiyians hands.



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[Rensou Hiruen]

In a most grand moment, the tense situation had erupted to violence and the Saiyan pair would find themselves completely in their element. Their day to day routine, culture, and emotional displays heralded, and they would prove themselves entirely superior this day against a foe that by all means, could never truly stand a chance. Rensou Hiruen could not speak for Yuumaru, but the orphaned ex-gladiator had been fighting for his existence the moment he first stole a strip of dried meat from a street vendor. . .halting utter starvation and casting him down the path he so dutifully strode every minute of his ascension to legend.

The actions of the transformed Icer and the newcomer had occurred in a relatively short span of time. Thankfully, those nightmarish spheres had already been activated and the Yeisanki provided the Saiyan with all the information he required, despite the fog hindering his senses. . .how he lusted to snap the weaker lizard's neck with a single blow, but he would allow Yuumaru his vengeance. The man required it, just as he did, and their battles would most definitely be fought individually until dire need arrived. Rensou doubted such a situation would arise.

And thus, the passive Yeisanki allowed the Tsurunoha to transmit the fluctuations in air-waves much akin to the coarse hide of a shark. . .the attack of the Icer was quick, and Rensou would never be able to physically dodge them in time. A mental defense occurred reflexively; and a connecting strand of ki stretched between the two spheres as they took position before scarred features which displayed an enthralled smile. Rensou Hiruen was going to thoroughly enjoy this.

The prepared left cracked outward as the first quick orb passed through Herukado, and it was slowed enough to allow a smashing redirection achieved with knuckles that remained steadfastly unbroken thanks to the outward push of that single, nearly translucent fiber between twin baubles. The second would go undefended, and it crashed solidly against the jaw of the Saiyan and turned neck upon shoulders, but failed to move anchored boots a single inch. Quite an explosion emanated, but when Rensou Hiruen swiveled his face to look upon his enemy again, Blaze would note that smile still present. No blood trickled, no bruise manifested. A slight redness that would hardly be sore in the morn t'was all~

“You hit like a bitch! ! !” roared the lungs as powerful thigh and calf propelled him backwards, in effort to allow Yuumaru more room to set self to task. The black and white of the boots touched down, spraying freezing water outward as aura blasted in shards of cyan light. The final word of the insult was accompanied by potential injury when arms became pistons to channel ki from reservoir outward, through the Herukado, and toward Blaze at a speed that nearly matched his own blasts. The quantity of attack was identical.

When those bolts touched the strand, their velocity had been amplified and with it, the strength they would strike with increased. It would seem the gate barred entrance from outside and hastened exit from within, a feat accomplished by steady and speedy flow of energy in whatever direction Rensou deemed most fitting. Like most attacks, abilities, and augmentations associated with the Tsurunoha, the energy reentered the spheres before it was set to purpose once again. Recycled energy. Certainly, some was lost over time, but it was a miniscule amount.

Rensou had devoted his life to intensifying the effectiveness of his clan's weapons, and they had become dangerous and murderous tools over two decades of constant usage. Blaze would be introduced and become well acquainted before he begged for mercy, his red staining the white beneath knees that would kneel to a Saiyan before this had come to conclusion.

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It seemed as though his opponent had some sort of trick up his sleeve with the way his ability to sense ki had been distorted. A slight chuckle though, clearly he was being underestimated quite a bit, he didn’t need his ki sensory to be able to fight opponents. Did they really not take what Saiyans said at face value? They were a warrior race, and any good warrior didn’t rely on any one thing to see them through, but he supposed it was natural. They liked to think of them as nothing but simplistic monkeys, after all, but that would be all the more reason to prove them wrong. The blue-haired Saiyan smiled at this prospect, he would finally fight in an element where he could have some fun now.

The Icer seemed to disappear from sight, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and through instinct Yuumaru moved out of the arc of lightning’s path. The General had recruited Yuumaru directly, he wasn’t so foolish to bring in a Saiyan that couldn’t fight worth a damn, and he would do what it took to prove that this day. His body spinning as he thrust his left arm in a hook towards his opponent’s face, his right hand coming up to strike at the throat. There would be no warning from the Saiyan, if this creature didn’t fight seriously then he was going to show no mercy in tearing it apart. His mind was already set into fighting out to his last breath, this was to make sure that he could take some vengeance against the organization responsible for the lives lost.

He supposed he should thank Yasai for this moment as well, that hellish training he’d been put through had come in useful after all. It was all coming together, turning him into a well-developed warrior, parlor tricks wouldn’t be enough to stop him from fighting. To show that he wasn’t quite done with his Icer opponent his left hand released a powerful pressure wave, that was his height and width in size, an attack designed to attack the internal organs. It’d made plenty of enemies wary of him before, and for good reason, the internal organs were much more susceptible to damage. His Void ripper was quite a dangerous weapon, and he’d make sure to use it as much as he possibly could.

“I hope you’re ready for the fight of you life,” he growled at his opponent, for once, Yuumaru was starting to let out a bit of the anger that dwelled inside of him.

[Glaecer]

music for the battle between Yuumaru and Glaecer

The kingdom of ica had been built eons ago by the first inhabitants of kold. When the city became under siege by the other inhabitants of the planet the small population retreated into the underground network of tunnels that flowed through the city, nowadays the catacombs lay forgotten but the intensive battle that was happening on Kold had caused several large fractures in the area leading back into the old tunnels, one of these fissure laid nearby.

It was extremely subtle but a split second after Glaecer created the spark he ‘flickered’ this was in fact a rapid movement of him creating a clone and using his super speed to make it to the fissure. The moment was quite opportune because just before he had teleported his other clone that had been deployed to help suki had been detonated meaning that he could now create one here and have it be as powerful as it possible could. Yuumaru had whipped around and had aimed a punch directly for the 15 000 power level based clone. The clone dodged quickly sliding sideways under the first blow and follow up grab. The clone was now only inches away from the sayian and the pressure wave hit him precisely in the chest. The clone strangely was not pushed back but still had a look of utter shock as it began to fall towards the saiyian. Its face lit up for a quarter of a second as it moved it right leg forwards and used the momentum to provide a strong uppercut. The uppercut would never make it mark though because the ki based clone had already been destabilized by the shock wave. Instead the upwards thrusting arm began to glow purple and within a half of a second the entire body lit up and detonated. The explosion was equivalent to a 15 000 power level blast, and it had been detonated at point blank range. No matter how fast you moved the blast would still make contact with it unsuspecting target.

Glaecer was not done though, the ice nearby Yuumaru shattered revealing the real Glaecer propelling up towards the air. As Glaecer rocketed up into the air it gave the effect of slow motion. This was because Glaecer had used his psychic power to freeze the masses of sharp fragments of hardened iced around his body. The all rotated and their several hundreds of points glinted menacingly as Glaecer launched them like lethal spears towards Yuumaru. Glaecer then quickly followed up with two sideways arcing blasts that meant the saiyain could not dodge sideways without propelling his body upwards and putting himself closer to the fatal ice that could puncture his body.

[Blaze]

Suitable tunes for Rensou v.s Blze

The HVLR hit its target, but it didn't do much damage. Blaze should have followed up with an attack, but didn't. Blaze growled and cursed as Rensou insulted his attack. Fine. I'll just have to show this jerk the Thunder Cannon. he thought, referring to a much more advanced version of the technique. When used on Suki, he could do nothing but take the hit and get knocked back. His armor protected him... Ren had no natural hide like Suki. Such a blast would do much more.

But he was gonna save that little tidbit for later. For now, he had to focus on getting closer... he had to choose part of him and work it down. He was thinking when the two blasts fired off at a high speed towards Blaze. He had no time to avoid them, so threw his hands out and fired a quick wave to take one of the orbs out. The second couldn't be helped.

It cracked into Blaze's dome like forehead and caused him to stumble. "Goddamn bastard!" He shouted. "Coulda gave me a heads up!" He said sarcastically. The blast had hurt, but thankfully his tough hide withstood the blast quite well. Blaze hadn't been sure if he could handle it...

He turned suddenly and fired a beam from his hand quickly from in front of himself to the area around Rensou, creating a large dust cloud. Mixed with Glaecer's technique, this would make it difficult for the two to see eachother. But Blaze had an idea. He closed his eyes shortly after firing and activated his Mettazone. The ability would rob him of his taste and sight, but amplify his scent, hearing, and touch, along with his ki sense.

Glaecer's technique was good, but Blaze's technique overpowered it to a level. He could very faintly feel Rensou's power. He could hear his ki emitting from is body, smell the detergent he had washed his clothing in. He didn't take him as the kind of guy who's go for "Winter's Breeze" of all variants. Nevertheless, Blaze knew exactly where he was and where he was going to move, should he try to pull a fast one.

Blaze would move through the dust and get closer to the Saiyan, aiming to swoop up behind and slam his fist into his right shoulder blade at full force.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The Icer cursed him for a fatherless nothing, but it was a far thing from the truth, Rensou Hiruen had been trained by his father, Tsuyei Hiruen, until his untimely death at his own hand. The Saiyan took silent pride in his father before he fully set himself to the art of war once again, a thing normally incorruptible. Intense hate for the lizard-like aliens was a probable cause of the momentary distraction. Thankfully, the Icer had failed to note the flaw and had not set self to exploiting the split-second worth of advantage that he would be lucky to have presented again. Just as the black and white creature cursed him, Rensou cursed himself for the lapse in discipline.

Yet that sinister smile was still plastered across his happy face, and his eyes had shimmered as the intensified bolt slammed into the dome of the foe and went out in a display of gorgeous light. A similar flash erupted from outstretched hand in response, and Rensou Hiruen bounded backwards a short distance. . .he had thought the attack aimed for his base. In an effort to minimize energy expenditure a precise evasion was executed, but it was only when the bomb exploded did Rensou Hiruen realize the true effects. “More trickery. . .” he mused.

Blaze approached a fighter whom could not see him, but he had avoided such a shortcoming with his technique. Like a wolf he approached from behind with his power speeding him forward so that he might damage a foe he had perhaps underestimated, perhaps not. With a motion of arm, he had folded the appendage and sent it rocketing forward toward the back of Rensou Hiruen. The Saiyan himself would have chosen the spine, in effort to stun the foe and render motor control difficult, but the Icer was apparently seeking to gain the upper hand for a longer period of time. He had chosen the shoulder blade of the general. . .a threatening strategy indeed which could perhaps render the arm connected to it less effective for a grand stretch.

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He had not accounted for the fact that Rensou, much like himself, could possibly have other means of effectively tracking the opponent without the use of his eyes. It had been assumed he could rush headlong and crush a defenseless man underfoot. Hiruen was far from such atrocity, he was a complete warrior of many mastered techniques and a nearly endless variation of destructive ability tied directly to his core ability: the Tsurunoha. They had been in a prone position, toward the pale alien with that thread of decelerating energy that was capable of the opposite for Rensou. The Herukado had not deactivated the Yeisanki.

The airwaves thrummed with the movement of Yuumaru, Glaecer, and most importantly, Blaze. The spheres interpreted and relayed, for they were the ki of the master and therefore by all logical reasoning extensions of Rensou. They felt as his fingers did, but at a much more refined and precise level. As the opponent circled, those spheres and their thread had moved to face him in natural reaction. Rensou Hiruen smiled, but held fast to maintain illusion he was unaware of rearward assault. He even deactivated the thread to further reinforce the very idea. Blaze's attack would go unimpeded.

The elbow collided with armor, and the energy transferred through the protective garment and reverberated through the singlet beneath it before force finally transferred to the target. The Yeisanki had told the story as beautifully as accomplished scribe applying ink upon the quill to the parchment on the table. The moment of glorious ascent to victory for the Icer was sundered as Saiyan relaxed, letting the leg in-line with the shoulder-blade relax. The other boot held strong as blow touched home, and the final effect was a twirling Saiyan who lashed his own elbow backward toward throat, or the general area of, with a push of Bukujutsu to continue the spin. The arm that had not elbowed had cocked, but as soon as time was ripe it unfurled to seek out chin as a hooking punch.

If the warrior he faced had manage to completely negate his forward momentum turned against him, Rensou Hiruen would return to strict stance and be willing to trade blow after blow. He was utterly willing to take one at a dampened level to return three in crushing return.

But. . .if the hook collided solidly, Blaze would be sent flying across the snow like a discarded doll. Rensou Hiruen would immediately pursue with Zanzoken to overtake him, and when the distance was appropriate he would halt in the general path of his hated enemy and the true attack would finalize in the pugilistic ballet being performed. As Blaze sailed toward him, the Saiyan would lift his arms above his head, intertwine fist with fist, and bring them both down like a crushing hammer toward the midsection, be it back or belly. To add injury to injury, those twin spheres would plummet downward to strike in separate points along the torso.

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