[Skies rain death][Rensou&Blaze][OPEN]

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It seemed that something was off about Glaecer as the Icer began to glow, when he stepped in with his right foot. Something seemed off, and when the Icer began to glow, the Saiyan launched himself backwards just as the explosion went off. He was caught by the edge the blast, but with a bit less of a punch to it as well, his arms smoldering slightly from blocking the blast. It seemed that the Icer wanted to play games of speed, so he would oblige him on that end, as he concentrated, letting the ki flow through him and enhance his reaction, movement, and attack speeds a good portion.

When the real Icer reappeared through the ice, attempting to send the ice shards at him, it seemed like he wasn’t going to try to evade the attack. However, as the ice spears seemed to strike, the blue-haired Saiyan’s form disappeared from the path of the attacks. His Zanzoken amplified by the extra speed as well, he appeared in front of Glaecer a punch aimed for his mid section to knock the wind from him. Combining it with another Void Ripper, he wasn’t going to pull his punches in this battle, he aimed to make sure his opponent suffered some pain. The WTO was responsible for pain and suffering itself, if they thought they could get away without similar they weren’t being smart.

“I hope you’re done playing pointless game,” he stated, a slight growl as pointed canines were made visible. He was tired of his opponent’s stupid games, he was apparently not much of a warrior if all he knew how to do was run away like a weakling. Of course, there was a bit of a surprise that Yuu had himself for his opponent, but first things first. Thrusting his hand forward, he unleashed a powerful Kiai aimed to knock this Icer off-balance, as he charged a ki blast and fired it towards Glaecer’s head. What he wanted to do would take come careful planning, and he’d need to make sure he could pull it off, but if it worked, this Icer wouldn’t underestimate his power.

To begin his plan, he extended the Ki no Tsurugi from his index and middle finger, and began to focus a bit of extra energy into the blade. It would reinforce the energy sword, and allow him to try something different with his fighting style.

(N.T.Reacter: 3; apologizes for crap post, sleep deprived all day)

[Glaecer]

The blue saiyian figure jumped just out of the way of his detonation, he moved rather fast and ended up being right front of Glaecer, for such a large figure Glaecer was rather agile twisting his body to avoid the first punch and slipping underneath the saiyian to avoid the void ripper. “I hope you’re done playing pointless game,” Yuumaru stated
Glaecer let out a laugh
“Your so naïve, although I am to blame for that” Glaecer said
“My Ki static means you don’t even know who you’re really dealing with” Glaecer chuckled
“If I was to stop, how do you word it playing ‘pointless games’ you would be dead a lot faster and where is the fun in that” Glaecer explained
“But, if you insist ill finish this up quickly so I can help my friend” Glaecer deactivated the ki static and it was now that it was revealed that Glaecer had transformed, albeit he was still not using his full power and instead was only using about 120 000. Glaecer didn’t want to get too exhausted after all the main battle had only just begun.
“Funny thing that neither of us are grounded, and that means” Glaecer body became enveloped with a lightning aura. Small arcs of electricity whipped at the air as he charged towards the saiyian. Because his body was charged with a high voltage aura he would not even have to make proper contact with the saiyian for the lightning to arc to Yuumaru and do some serious damage. His punch could miss by a good inch or two and the lightning would still connect. Now the battle was getting interesting.

[Blaze]

There was the satisfying crunch of his fist colliding with the Saiyan's shoulder blade. But the warrior used the momentum to turn around with a strong hook after a a sharp elbow to Blaze's neck. It seemed that he had aimed for his throat, but in the end, it wouldn't have hurt any more than the said result. Any air restriction caused by the blow would have no effect on an Icarian.

That gave Blaze a split second to notice the turn made from the blow... a distraction Blaze would have utilized himself. The incoming blow would be difficult, if not impossible to avoid. He would have to just withstand the blow as much as he could.

Rensou had a nice punch. It was enough to throw Blaze back, hitting the ground hard. Blaze had been able to brace himself, luckily. And his natural armored hide helped some... some... it still hurt. Blaze managed to hit, throwing his legs up and rolling into a crouch. "I'd sure like to know what reason you have to be so full of rage all the time. It's just screwing up your aim." He Said. It could be taken as a taunt, but Blaze wanted an answer.

He rocketed straight at Rensou with his arm cocked back, ready to slam it into his face to return the favor. But that was yet another diversion.

Blaze would close his eyes and send a telekinetic wave of energy at Rensou in an attempt to stumble him. Blaze didn't use that skill very often, but there was a chance this warrior didn't experience it often either. Then the slam to the gut would follow, and Blaze would begin to charge up his Thunder Cannon to be fired at point blank range.

"This one's not going to feel as nice as the last one, my friend."

[Rensou Hiruen]

The lips turned upward with pleasure as the kiss of hide against hide occurred, passionately, brutally. The elbow was no loving thing, however. It had erupted forth with amplified momentum that so wondrously brought it smashing into throat, and then the following clenched fist had slammed into Blaze with all the precise technique and timing that had been spent in the effort. The lifted lips had flashed teeth at that point, the Saiyan was still smiling so. . .

The slithering thing had been sent harshly away, and Rensou pondered proceeding with the inevitable defeat. He decided against it as he folded his arms over his broad chest, a twinge of soreness traveling through the muscle placed between hide and bone where he had been struck. Pain. It was nothing but, there would hardly be any effect on the warrior whom had endured so much of it, but he was confident this Icer could provide little more challenge than he had already. The cloud over his ki sensory capabilities implemented by the other changeling had been lifted, and those orbs that spun around him amplified his ability to paint the battlefield within his mind so much more efficiently in addition to his renewed senses.

If this scum of the World Trade Organization thought himself with hope, he was sorely mistaken. The titanic blows enabled by the endless skill fortified by the combative mind of General Rensou Hiruen were not a fluke, and such exchanges would continue until the Saiyan decided it was time for the skull atop his shoulders was no longer worthy of staring upon his majesty and crushed it, bone popping and brain pulverized, beneath heel. For now, Rensou would draw out his revenge and allow the thing to continue. . .clinging to whatever hope it foolishly held. He and his kinsmen would die this day. Touketsuki, himself, and the reptile whom battled Yuumaru Mori whilst Rensou allowed this one to stand.

The thing insulted his melee marksmanship, and the Saiyan laughed. “Says the shit who just got thrown into the snow, neh?” he remarked while the being came forward and Rensou shifted to ready. A fist began to unfurl, and the Saiyan began to further educate before it was revealed as a most successful feint: a wave of force emanated from the Lizard, the like of which Hiruen immediately identified. . .but was still unprepared to endure. He stumbled backward, and caught his footing as a fist slammed into the protective layer covering his lower torso. Hardened abdomen shivered under the force, and the Saiyan was blown backwards. He still managed to land firmly on his feet as one arm clutched his abdomen. The other unfurled downward and began to charge in response to the rising energy of the Icer.

“You really have no idea. . .” the Saiyan spat, forgetting his pain as the Koutetsu surged through him. The Icer had finally managed to land a decent strike, but the passive nature of the pain empowered technique taught to him by the late father of Sessa gave him a beautiful exchange: more strength for such wounds. The clutching hand met the charging hand, fully prepared to battle against what ki-based might the Icer might call his own. Rensou Hiruen was preparing a Bakuretsuyari.

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So, he’d been purposely toying with Yuumaru the whole time? That was something that the Saiyan wouldn’t let slide so easily, if this creature wanted to play games then two could. He seemed to be awfully sure of himself, with just the difference he put between them, did he really think the Saiyan was incapable of higher forms of power? Sure, he didn’t have access to his strongest form right now, but he’d be working on fixing that as soon as possible. Right now, he would just have to deal with what was available, and right now, it was a weapon that would make things a bit more interesting.

When the Ki static dissipated, Yuumaru closed his eyes and began to block out the Icer’s words, they would see whether or not it would be easy to kill him. Calming his mind was rather easy, he’d had years of practice controlling his emotions, and settling his thoughts. Upon opening them, he was surged with energy that surpassed his opponent's a bit, following the movements of the Icer with ease now, everything being boosted to a much higher level. The blue-haired Saiyan watched calmly as his opponent sparked electricity around his body, he hoped that wasn’t supposed to intimidate him.

The Icer had charged him and was throwing a punch with that lightning aura, sure it would hurt, but did his opponent think he hadn’t been hurt before? Pain was a natural thing to Saiyans, they didn’t cower from it, they confronted it, and in return it made them stronger. To demonstrate this, Yuumaru lashed out with incredible reflex to attempt to grab the arm of his enemy, if he succeeded, he would grit his teeth and bare the pain. He would then swing the blade of Ki, in an attempt to remove the offending arm, the cut aimed between the elbow and shoulder. The speed of his actions would be much higher than his new level of power would suggest thanks to his other ability.

Following up the attack with the Ki blade, he attempted to use a foot-thrust to knock back Glaecer from his previous assault. There was a danger that came with underestimating the tenacity of a Saiyan, and if his opponent didn’t want to be caught in that danger, he would not continue to do so.

(N.T.Reactor 2; Kokuu active)

[Rensou Hiruen]

PL Lock!
Rensou : 199,450 ~ 598,350 ~ 997,250 ~ 2,393,400 ~ 2,991,750
Blaze : 57,580 ~ 287,900 ~ 460,640 ~ 575,800
Yuumaru : 46,400 ~ 139,200
Glaecer : 42,400 ~ 212,000 ~ 424,000

[Blaze]

The Saiyan insulted him further. So what, he got hit... Blaze came back from it in seconds. He asked a simple question, but didn't get his answer. This guy was so full of rage for absolutely no reason... he acted as if Blaze had done something to him. But he had never met the guy. He got along with almost everyone he met... Ammy, Brandon, Suki... even C.haos wasn't so bad.

But this asshole. He was the one person Blaze had any problem with.

"I asked you a goddamn question, Spiky." Blaze said, anchoring himself into a stance with his tail. He braced his charging hand outward. "And I want my goddamn answer!" He roared the words, firing the Thunder Cannon. Suki himself hadn't avoided this blast on even grounds, and this guy had no tough hide to back him up. And Blaze also wasn't holding back.

The shot boomed with a loud thunderous crack that echoed. The others around them would definitely hear the sound, but likely not catch the incredibly fast streak of white ki as it bolted directly for Rensou's right shoulder. The same one he targeted before. The attack was just like the HVLR, only more charged and superior in every way. So much that it took Blaze's full effort to fire. Ringing these off from both hands was currently not possible.

And by the looks of things, the General had no intentions of dodging.

((This is a single shot, not a continuous wave btw.))

[Rensou Hiruen]

Unbeknownst the the Saiyan, the orb of power that had erupted and then exploded with deafening volume through the air had proved difficult for Touketsuki Yakedo to deal with. Touketsuki Yakedo, the very man that had killed Rensou Hiruen, had been powerless to stop the speeding thing that carried so much destruction – due in part to the frightening velocity. Certainly, the Saiyan would stand no chance against whatever the most powerful Icer the galaxies had ever seen could not contain himself. . .if he was in any way a resemblance to the aforementioned murderous in the ways of physical combat.

Rensou Hiruen was a far different beast.

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Whereas Yakedo had been pressed to withstand that blast, the Saiyan had attuned a vast amount of his valuable repertoire of techniques to dealing with such monstrously powerful energy attacks with simple and precise measurements. The Bakuretsuyari that was unleashed from his cradling palms was such a thing, and it sped across the short expanse to meet the attack of the changeling head on. The sizable orb that had been charged had been compressed and released as a relatively thin, pointed spear of energy. It even shuddered backwards under the strength of the Icer, but the compression did not give.

The attack actually impaled itself upon the thin beam, and Rensou actually felt himself delve into it and then, just as he had done scores of times in training sessions, mental reflex caused his compressed atoms of energy to suddenly expand down the length of his beam whilst arms crossed before the torso and received the resulting shock-wave as the weapon of the Icer was literally blown apart from the inside out. Boots slid backwards as snow caked against the body, quickly melting under the surging aura. Steam rolled from the Saiyan, but he was hardly worse for wear in the least.

Had this man truly no idea of what Rensou Hiruen had lost because of Touketsuki Yakedo? His love, his life, and thousands upon thousands of innocent lives that still outweighed those he had taken in his attempts at revenge: Touketsuki had knew the Saiyans would come, had prepared them with vast technologies obtained in his conquests and sums of currency to back the evacuation. The old, the young, and the sick of the Saiyans whom had no idea that death would come for them the day of the Saru massacre. Touketsuki had asked for one of three things, and Rensou had given him combat, and he had given him his life. . .and still Touketsuki allowed his men to take more.

The last of the steam cleared, but the Saiyan no longer smiled. Instead, he took a single deep breath before his heart-rate leveled off again – he was in peak condition. He had been preparing for five years for this moment, and he finally had it. Nothing could stop his revenge, not now, certainly not this black and white lizard whom had already been out-struck in melee range decisively and nullified in the arts of ki. Rensou's fully charged Tsuruha could never had matched the power of the blast the Bakuretsuyari disabled, but that was the beauty of it all. He did not need to overpower, he simply needed to nullify.

“Was that your best, Icer?” he asked, rhetorically, certain that was the extent of the Icer's ability.

“That's what your Lord did to me, my love, and my people,” Rensou finally delivered.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

PL Lock Serori: 111,700 ~ 335,100 ~ 558,500 ~ 1,340,400

Spacepod roared through the vast emptiness between stars and planets. Serori knew what she was in for; whether or not she was ready was a different matter. It would take all her concentration to prepare her body for the beating that it would take. From the information that Suki had sent her before his untimely demise, she could tell that Rensou far outclassed her, in both power and technique. The only thing that she could do would be to out last him. And even then, as powerful as Rensou was, that would take some doing. Serori had prepped herself with senzu beans...whether or not those would help she would find out.

The news she had just learned from Aice hung over her head as well. Like Suki's transmission, Aice's words played over and over in her mind's voice.

'Serori, I was just doing a vital's scan, and I found something curious. You appear to...to be having three vitals coming from your body.'

The transmission had been so heart breaking, Serori had forgotten exactly what Aice had said. That was what she could remember to the best of her abilities. And after having explained the goings-on at Marvok, she was met with what would normally be good news.

Serori was pregnant, with twins.

Had she not slept with the Whore of Marvok, she wouldn't be pregnant. And now she was, and heading into battle, and more than likely her death, and the death of her babies.

They weren't fully developed, barely fertilized, barely existent. A couple of hours before, they probably wouldn't have even been noticed. "The worst FUCKING time!!" she had shouted through her ship. The worst possible time...

But all that was in the past. What was ahead of her, immediately ahead, in the head lights, was what mattered. Rensou awaited her on Kold. He didn't know he awaited her, yet. That would be her surprise to him.

The planet Kold was finally visible, as she recalled the words that she had said to Suki before he left Earth. 'Killing is a cycle...you kill one person, and somebody else will want revenge. And that revenge will incite another, until everybody is killing everybody.' These words were what she would be following in the fight with Rensou. He had gotten his revenge, it was time to leave. Serori would not kill him.

"Rensou..." she whispered as the space pod flew downward.

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Through the air she went, the space pod flying to a coordinate that she had set on Marvok. Through the glaciers, over the sea...she was deliberately avoiding the place where her husband had fallen or...had yet to fall. She could feel his signature, strong, but slowly growing fainter. This set her mind in a determined focus. She could not help him now, but she could help her people.

The space pod landed a bit away from the city proper. In the distance, she could see two figures, one white, and one red. She moved her eyes away from them...she did not want to see the killing blow. Instead, she opened the hatch, put on her scouter, and swung her legs to the ground. Snow blew into her, but her armour was heavily insulated to protect against the cold. She took a tentative step forward, searching out. She let the signatures reach her, feeling for the one she looked for.

"Rensou..." she whispered again. There were two Saiyan signatures, one much higher than the other. This one she assumed to be Rensou, although she didn't know the other one. There were also two Icarian signatures...Blaze and Glaecer....

"Damnit, I told them to leave!" Serori gritted her teeth, activating her bukujutsu to fly over to where the four were. All were moving consistently, as in battle. She accelerated, hopefully she would get there before it was too late.

She arrived hearing "That's what your lord did to me, my love, and my people." She would be visible when she spoke.

"And here you are, years later, doing the same to mine."

Arms crossed, she stayed in her base form as her feet touched the ground.

"Blaze, Glaecer...this is not your fight. You had no part in that horrid massacre, the one that killed my people."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Saiyan that Glaecer was fighting. She did not want him here either.

"You, Saiyan, leave. This is between me and the General."

With this she would finally look at Rensou. He was the epitome of being a Saiyan. From his black hair to his tail, to his muscles and clothing. This man was someone who wanted to scream "I'm a Saiyan" through everybody's optical nerves. This was the man who wanted revenge, who killed innocents for innocents, an eye for an eye. This was the man who would kill Serori before she blinked.

"So...we meet, General Rensou."

[Blaze]

The Thunder Cannon... destroyed that easy? That move Rensou used was pretty impressive. And served a deeper purpose. Blaze had an idea of what his last few words meant when he re-analyzed how his blast was torn apart from the inside out.

This was all about Suki. This Saiyan had let his drive for vengeance go way too far... Then Serori showed up all pissed off. Witch was understandable, considering people were dead, the sky was red, her husband was likely going to die, and Blaze defied an order.

Witch he planned to continue doing. "Leave? Now?" Blaze stood up straight and looked at the Saiyan he had labeled Spiky. "I was just starting to have some fun. And our friend here may have even been ready to tell me a story."

Blaze looked at Serori. "I don't care what you want me to do. I just want to save those innocents."

He looked at Spiky again next. "And I have no desire to fight or kill you, just so you know. Step aside, let me take the carrier, and I'll be on my way. And out of yours." he proposed, giving him a chance to take on Serori alone if he wished.

He looked out the corner of his eye at his superior. "And if you have a problem with me disobeying your orders to try and save innocent lives... you can consider this my two weeks notice."

No idea what would happen next. But Blaze was ready for pretty much anything. He hoped, anyway.

((Two Weeks Notice is a common phrase meaning you plan to or may plan to quit your job, just with two weeks notice of such in advance.))

[Glaecer]

Yuumaru didn’t even intend to dodge the lightning, this worked for Glaecer through as it seemed Yuumaru had not figured out that the electricity that was about to hit him was designated for temporary paralysis and not long lasting damage. This would cause all his movements to be slowed down but because of the saiyian strength and endurance it would take a moment to take effect. In the meantime Yuumaru had grabbed onto Glaecer and had extended a ki blade to swing at his arm. Glaecer flew downwards slightly causing the blade to hit the piece of robotics he had on his shoulder. Glaecer looked at Yuumaru
“wrong arm” He said as he broke free of Yuumaru grip
At that moment Serori descended from the sky. Glaecer was confused as she was supposed to be all the way on marvok with the other tore squad members.
"Blaze, Glaecer...this is not your fight. You had no part in that horrid massacre, the one that killed my people."
Glaecer powered up to his full power and created a large psychic shockwave that would push Yuumaru a large distance away.
"You, Saiyan, leave. This is between me and the General." Would be the last words the blue haired saiyian would hear. He could fly back but to Glaecer the fight between them was over. Glaecer was secretly glad, as much of a tough opponent that the saiyian was Glaecer was still more powerful and this way he would not have to end the saiyian life to stop him.
He now turned to face Serori
“What are you doing here?” Glaecer said with a slight amount of panic in his voice
Glaecer flew over to Serori
“You’re supposed to be on Marvok”
Glaecer could tell that all of them were completely outclassed by Rensou. It was extremely foolish for Serori to come here. Glaecer knew that if he or Blaze left now Serori life would end at the hands of the saiyian.
“If we work together we may have a chance against him, but if we leave” Glaecer look was all the answer Serori would need. Glaecer was not running he would fight till the very end.

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It seemed that the lightning wasn’t what he thought it was, the electricity surged through him, with the intent to slow him down. It probably would have worked a lot better had his own technique not been in effect as well, which counteracted the slowing effect. He had to be thankful that his N.T.Reactor was still active, or the effects could have been a lot worse than they were right now. When the Ki blade hit the robotics, he was about to swing once more to cut through the machines, before the Icer broke away from him. Which would also signal the arrival of another of the WTO’s members, and a slight spit of disdain come from the blue-haired Saiyan.

There were far too many interruptions for his liking, and when the woman tried to give him an order, his opponent that had slinked away decided to sneak attack him. The shockwave hit him and started to push him back, however, he concentrated a Kiai into the shockwave to weaken it. Catching himself with Bukujutsu, he returned to his position, glancing towards the Icer, “It’s rather rude to interrupt a conversation.”

Turning towards the woman, “You hold no authority over me, so any demands of you will not be met.” There was no hesitation or wavering in his voice, none of these opponents frightened him, even with their higher power, he’d been exposed to a much larger one and he hadn‘t back down then either. The same larger energy that had, in fact, recruited him, as he turned to Rensou, “General, what would you have me do?” The only one that was nearby with the authority to tell him what to do was the other male Saiyan in the group. Whatever his orders were, he would follow them, though he would prefer to fight alongside him, he trusted his superior’s judgment.

He could tell there were other battles around as well, so if one was deemed more important than he would head that way. Of course, he also knew that Rensou could handle these three as well, so there was no need to worry about this battle.

(N.T.Reactor 1, Kokuu)

[Rensou Hiruen]

The fated one had finally arrived. A life would finally be traded for a life, and the results would fulfill another delicate step in the elaborate vengeance of a Saiyan whom had seen everything ripped from his hands by one without reason! She descended from the skies, speaking to her warriors whom had provided he and Yuumaru with momentary entertainment. She had not arrived a moment too soon, for Rensou Hiruen had grown steadily impatient as he put the pieces of the puzzle together so that he might remove the head of the stronger Icer from shoulders. Serori Yakedo, the Saiyan bitch whom had thrown her lot in with a bastard whom had spilled the blood of their people. A treacherous and hated whore whom had married the lizard as Anienne Aspera had been the mate of Rensou.

. . .and she had been slain.

Serori would meet the same fate in exchange.

Innocents lives lost had been repaid, and finally that which allowed the devil between thighs had bravely come to pay the debt of Touketsuki. Her lips spat orders, and her men disagreed completely with her plans – it was not surprising when Yuumaru scoffed at her words, as if a snake might order a true Saiyan who fought beside his brothers for the daughters, sons, and mothers. Rensou Hiruen relaxed his stance, letting the Kousho slip away as his power lessened considerably.

“I'm glad to see you, Icer's whore,” his lips remarked before they parted to offer the smile of a man who had all the pieces positioned in the proper places. This was checkmate.

With a fearless glance despite the power advantage his current opponent held, he addressed the comments proposed by the very man. “You fought honorably, I expected less of you. Though the idea you could kill me is laughable, I will allow you to take the carrier and the precious cargo within,” The children within would have been sent along their way at any rate, their deaths were never a possibility. Innocents had paid for innocents, and to take more lives would tilt the scales of justice into the realm of the World Trade Organization.

The point that Rensou's ship currently had an airlock attached to the carrier, was, however, an issue. “Fuck with my vessel, and die. Oh, and take your dreaded kinsmen with you, for I would not have his life when he and Yuumaru have their own score to settle.” Rensou turned his dark eyes upon Glaecer. “I would not refuse my offer, were I you.”

Finally, he looked to Yuumaru Mori. Just as he once had, the blue-haired Saiyan had fought with exemplary skill against a foe that overpowered him many fold. Rensou would not see a fine soldier and friend without work, and a Saiyan's work was warfare. Thankfully, he had felt the power of Amaranth Rixoir flare suddenly some distance away, and he would not see the Noran ally of his people without aid should she require such. “Yuumaru, please locate Princess Amaranth Rixoir and see no harm comes to her. . .unless you require it, I would like my scouter upon my ear once again,” So much talk.

It seemed the situation still required a little more of the fucking thing~

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Serori's eyebrows furrowed as she let out an inhuman growl from her throat.

"This has nothing to do with orders, Blaze. This has to do with saving your ass. If you don't leave, he'll just kill you, and then where will that leave you? Dead? Is that what you want? Save their lives, and get out of here, or I may end you myself."

Her emotions were wavering, flying from one to the next. Anger, depression, fear, her mood swings were intolerable, and making the Saiyan far more edgy. When she turned towards Glaecer, tears were streaming down her face, steaming as their heat his the cold of the planet.

"Glaecer, I was on Marvok, but it seems that I am needed here more so than there. I was supposed to meet my people there. But do you know where they are? They lie around you, dead, destroyed, and demolished. Even if we work together, we will still be out-powered. You don't know what you're dealing with here, Gleacer. Leave, go with Blaze to take the survivors to Marvok."

The blue haired Saiyan retorted to her orders to him, and flipped the switch to her anger mode. Nostrils flaring, breath coming in sharp, she turned to him. Were this an animation, her eyes would have been red, a deep crimson, the color of the blood that she so wanted to spill. She held up her middle finger.

"Fuck you, Saiyan. You claim pride, indignity, revenge. Well you know the fuck what? What you're doing here is continuing a cycle of carnage, of death. Killing innocents will not bring your...our people back. The people who's bodies lie strewn, mutilated around you? What the fucking shit did they ever do to you? Bastard, I hope your heart stops." Serori had to take in a deep breath before continuing. "The only reason why you're still standing now is because I refuse to kill you, and continue this pointless cycle of death.

She finally turned to Rensou, who replied to her with "I'm glad to see you, Icer's whore." The anger that she had just felt to Yuumaru doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and further. Faster than any could react, she had ascended into her Super Saiyan, flown straight at Rensou, pulled her hand back, palm facing outward...

Landed in front of him, in her base form, on her knees, hands on her face, weeping. Tears came freely, she felt no shame, nothing, as the wet warmth spread through her hands, hissing as it touched the ground. Her sobs were quiet, but there was a noise to be heard.

[Blaze]

A smile came across the blue eyed Icer's face. Not a cocky one this time, a look of relief. He had not expected the Saiyan General to go for his request... but Blaze was starting to think that Rensou acted as a bigger prick than he really was."Well.... I must say I'm flattered by your complement, Spiky. If it wasn't for the terrorism, hostages, and extensive lizard slurs, I might even like you."

Blaze turned to Serori. But Serori's Threat made his smile turn. He looked over at her, angry at first until he seen the tears. He looked to the side as his expression changed again, now to worry. "Serori, please don't threaten me, ok? I'm on your side..." he reminded her in a calm voice.

She wanted him gone. Rensou gave him the chance. "I have to get those people to safety. I have to go..." He didn't want to leave her alone with this psycho. But Blaze had no clue when he would decide to blast them to hell. he looked at Glaecer who had chosen to stay, and knew there was no point to try and talk him out of it.

Blaze walked up to the Saiyan General. "At least I know now that theres something good in you." he said, walking past him and towards the Carrier. "Just tell your boys in your ship to get off the carrier! I don't wana take it with me!" Blaze shouted back to the General.

He walked between Glaecer and the Saiyan he heard was called Mori or something. He glanced at Glaecer. "I won't be long getting that junk heap up. If you're coming, better hurry." he said. He hoped he would leave, but he could tell his choice was made. He gave his friend and comrade a smile and a nod. "Good luck, bud." he said.

Then, he then turned to the blue haired Saiyan. He just kinda stared at him for a moment. "Blue... freaking... hair." He shook his head. "Sorry, I cant get over that." was all he said to Mori. He figured that though any attack from him would be nothing to Blaze, he still had no reason to really piss him off. Yet, the cocky smile he flashed might just do that.

He began to walk again. Blaze had it in his mind that it could be a trap. He was ready to dash away from any movement or blast at his back, and would be able to endure an explosion from the craft itself if he decided to take them out.

He hoped the General was serious.