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

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Rensou had given him his orders and he nodded his response, removing the scouter from his ear, and holding it towards the General. This wasn’t his battle anymore, and the General had told him that in his own way. Yuumaru was about to head off before the woman seemed to take offense that he didn’t take orders from her.

It seemed that this woman was hell bent on just talking his ear off as well, and she seemed to be confusing his own motives for his involvement here. “You’ve made a few mistakes with your addressing towards me, but…” he paused, as he was deciding whether to make things clear, but that would be solved on its own. The conversation was cut short though, when Rensou held up his fist with a quaking fury to his voice, asks a question, “Mori, please go and see if Princess Amaranth needs any assistance.” A nod was his reply, as he turned on the spot, the only notion that anything was happening was his sensing the spike in the woman’s Ki.

Well, it wasn’t his situation to worry for, Rensou made his orders clear, speaking with his back turned, “Your assumptions regarding me are so wrong it’s not even funny.” That would be his only response, the icer would get one when he got hair, as he took to the air, letting his power die down and letting the reactor shut down so that he could recover his energy. With a brief burst of bukujutsu, he was flying towards the other energy signature that belonged to neither Rensou or Boliko, the one that seemed to be calling out others.

Maybe it was a good thing for him to join that battle, it seemed there could be a rather sticky situation, and he pushed a bit more ki into his flight. The sooner he got there, the better the chances of him being able to help out. This would be an interesting chance to meet the princess first hand as well, and there was no better way to learn a person than to fight with them in battle.

(Rensou gave me permission for his part, and with this, Yuumaru has left the thread. Pl, please~. No weights in effect.)

[Glaecer]

Glaecer was truly conflicted about whether to leave, deep down he knew that he could not really make a difference that he was not strong and that his arrogant and snarky remarks did not actually hold much ground. Glaecer was not actually afraid of dying but afraid of others dying. In his battle he had been torn at every moment to fly off and save them, but he knew that if he did anything like that Rensou would destroy him or worse the hostages. He heard Serori speak,well speak was a kind word for it. It was more like a growl than an order

"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."

Serori held a lot of emotion behind the words and Glaecer realized that she really cared about the Acrosian, about a race that was an enemy of her own. Glaecer could not understand why? Why she would go so far to protect them. She turned towards Glaecer, he was shocked when he saw that tear were streaming down her face

"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."

Glaecer expression changed the slightly worried arrogant icer was now replaced by a cold and devoted soldier. Glaecer face mask extended over his mouth.“The Survivors will be evacuated to Marvok as per your order Empress Yakado, the world trade foot solider will keep them safe for the remainder of the battle” Glaecer said in a mono toned and disciplined
“but when I know they are on marvok and safe I will return to help you” Glaecer continued before Serori could say anything else his voice raised significantly as the emotional psychic energy began to make the ice around Glaecer spiral
“and don’t give me that crap about saving my arse” Glaecer undid his armour and tore the bandages of his chest and he continued yelling “because I already died when Koriza did this to me” He pointed to the scar tissue and metal plate that was in place of his chest crystal before clipping the armour back on. He began to fly towards freighter and as he passed Blaze he spoke to him in the same flat tone
“Blaze we must depart, assist me in free and transporting the hostages” It was spoken more like an order than a suggestion.


((sorry was busy with family and stuff))

[Rensou Hiruen]

The bride of a sworn enemy, the deserter of an entire race, was a Super Saiyan. The scar-faced warrior had never seen her coming in her fit of rage, but his coals had beheld her flashing mastery of the ascension in a manner akin to his and Koregutsu's own. Alas, she had charged him with a fury unmatched, and as she drew her hand back to strike the lesser speed of the General finally began to attempt a defense: in hindsight, Rensou would realize that such a maneuver was futile. In the here and now, the man realized she had slid the safety off, but had failed to pull the trigger. A grin rippled across his visage as he lowered his defensive arms, and dark eyes trailed down to a weeping woman. Calm exterior returned, and the entire body relaxed – but a wave of tension rolled up the spine that could only be defined as absolute and soon, directed wrath.

As the woman cried softly with her returned brunette at waist level, Rensou Hiruen lifted his returned scouter to his ear while the one of the worthless things offered retaliatory remarks, but he paid no mind. The other monster prattled, ordering his stronger counterpart as if he were the superior being. Such an idea was laughable to the proud Saiyan, whom hailed from a race where the strongest ruled. Rensou silenced the thought, flicking his eyes back to the wailing Saiyaness before he addressed the computer of his ship.

“Ayleen, disengage the air lock to the World Trade Vessel and activate shields,” he ordered simply, and moments after the sickening screech of metal against metal could be vaguely heard. The Gladiator had removed itself from the carrier. A bore had been attended to, and the Saiyan finally returned to beautiful business with a casual air about him. The woman had been largely ignored, save for her unfruitful outburst, and Yuumaru and the lizard pair had departed.

Rensou Hiruen knelt and reached out with a gentle hand, his fingertips brushing under the chin of the woman. A caring touch from those digits, but the sinister smile across his face told his true intent: he was going to kill this woman, in due time. . .but first, she must be convinced of the error of her ways. Serori Yakedo would beg for a merciful death, praising Rensou for removing her from a terrible path. If the Saiyan had his way, she would apologize sincerely for the eternal sin she had committed every day against a people whom would have loved her as a warrior sister.

Those four fingers softly lifted her chin to eye level, and their gazes met.

“They've left you, Serori,” he reminded, and it was fact. As he spoke, the wind howled like the wolf she had been left with. In her most terrible moment, those whom she had called ally had cast her aside for their own lives. A beautifully executed phase of a plan that continuously fell into favor of revenge.

“I would have never left you, never,” and Rensou Hiruen spoke sincerely. His heart had wept as this woman now did when of all things, a Saiyan woman of amazing capability betrayed her home. In time, the pain had been washed away, but it healed as the face of the Saiyan did: awful scars from which hatred manifested.

“I would have fought, killed, and died beside you,” The hatred began to become power as they were both engulfed in the golden inferno of Rensou Hiruen.

The eye rolled behind lid, a slight strain evident. Still, his face held her own and soon those black pupils had been replaced by the coldest of teals. They shimmered and danced akin to the onyx locks, which lifted skyward as if they had been beckoned by the aura itself to rise and become tendrils of the most precious metal.
“I would have loved you like a sister! ! !” he snarled into her face, whitened canine flashing as voiced escalated to a resounding roar that echoed from the burning buildings all around them, the body lashing backward as muscle and Bukujutsu propelled it. The blackness of the boots landed harshly upon the covered street, blowing the white away from it as the asphalt below them shuddered and then split apart, recoiling with fear of the might that stood upon it. Great buildings which had once fulfilled the whims of this evil organization crumbled in great clouds of smoke, dust, and fire.

“. . .if you have any of our blood in you at all, girl,” cried the burning beacon of yellow light which even the most intense of the surrounding blazes could not hope to outshine, that the dust could not hope to blot out, “you will stand and fight like the Saiyans that you betrayed! ! !”

The fighting power of Rensou Hiruen had risen to the absolute maximum. A fairer battle could have been a possibility, but no longer. . .the girl had ceased to execute her initial attack. She was a Super Saiyan, but Rensou was beyond that. This lopsided affair would be over very quickly, and perhaps faster than that should the traitor fail to fight.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Rensou's gentle fingers, caressing her chin, lifting her face towards his. Through blurry eyes, Serori mistook this gesture as kindness. Blinking, however, brought her to reality. His face was sinister, anger and mockery held behind his countenance. There would be no hope of mercy to this one, oh no. This was where things would end.

Serori listened to the alpha speak to her, tell her about her own betrayal. Listened as he explained the loyalties of the Saiyans, a race where she would have been loved by all, treated with the highest respect for her power. A warrior like race, where she would easily fit in.

But she had betrayed them. Sat back, let the WTO kill her people. Let the Icers demolish cities. Let those damned ugly lizards get away with genocide.

Her eyes had glazed over. She was listening, but not hearing, looking but not seeing. She could no longer feel his touch, could not feel the wind against her skin. Everything that she had done, every choice she had made, had been wrong, Rensou's words said so. The forsaken lizard-folk had left her, left her for dead, to save their own thick skin.

Serori slowly regained her senses, taking in Rensou's last words.

"I would have loved you like a sister!!!"

A sister...she had been that once. So long ago...what had happened? Serori recalled that her poor life choices had led her to killing her family, actually stomping on her brother. Her family had decided to go against her love, her husband...but did she really love him? Or was the Saiyan part of her just lusting for more power?

Rensou's ascension to full power pulled her sudden attention. He jetisoned back, knocking Serori over into the snow dust and ashes. Landing on the asphalt behind them, his overwhelming power began demolishing buildings on its own, raising dust, cracking the pavement. This was no ordinary Super Saiyan...this was Ascended. Serori had no idea what she had stepped into.

“. . .if you have any of our blood in you at all, girl, “you will stand and fight like the Saiyans that you betrayed! ! !”

Once again, the words betrayed reached her ears.

Betrayed...betrayed...betrayed...

Serori pushed herself up slowly. More memories flooded her mind, this time more recent. Kanassa and Epoch...the Icers she'd left, the ones who had escaped and made it safely. They had called her a betrayer, to their own race...a whore, selfish, lusting for power. It was true, she was a Saiyan. But who was she supposed to align herself to?

"Who am I?" She whispered to herself. Her own thoughts answered back.

'You are Serori Yakedo, Saiyan, married to Touketsuki Yakedo. You brought light where there was darkness, good where there was evil. You are the first steps to harmony. And now, you are angry.'

As simple as that. A single thought awakened her senses, pulling anger and hatred into her heart. Betrayer? No. She had betrayed nobody. She'd had no part in the massacre, and had married Yakedo for good, not for evil. She loved him, truly loved him, not interested int he power. She was a Saiyan, and a Saiyan never backs down from a fight.

On her feet, Serori turned towards the ascended Saiyan, quickly raising herself to max power. Unlike her male counter part, the effort required for her to reach this state was less, and her hair went more backwards than up. Her aura matched the hue of Rensou, though her power was only about a third. She would need to think before she acted, and plan carefully. This was the end, but she would make Rensou run for his money.

"Rensou. True Saiyan warrior. On this day we fight. But be warned: kill me, and you are only continuing this cycle of hate. I am not your enemy; I am your kin. In another world, I may have called you brother. But not this day. Today, I stand before you, representing all that you despise. Kill me then, brother. Drink of my blood. Take the life away from a Saiyan warrior, in mortal combat. I am no betrayer. I am no whore. I stand for what's right, bringing peace to this world, harmony between peoples. Kill me, Rensou Hiruen, and remember who I am."

Words through, Serori pushed one foot back, bringing herself into a defensive stance, ready to react to any attack from her counterpart. "Remember what I stand for."

[Blaze]

Surprisingly, Glaecer decided to join Blaze. And started with orders. Blaze chuckled at him. "I was already going to do all that. So..." he cracked that cocky smile. "... looks like your assisting me." He blasted off towards the carrier as the Saiyan ship detached.

"Glace, search the ship for survivors and any SSE who may be trying to sneak a ride. Don't need the Empire knowing where these people are going." He shook his head. "And don't kill them if you find any. just toss em in an airlock and send them off the ship... unless we're in space of course."

Blaze would enter the ship and take the stairs to the Bridge. He was moving relatively fast due to his power. Upon arrival, he would begin setting co-ordinates for Marvok-4. He sat in the Commanders chair and closed his eyes, activating his Mettazone technique again.

He could feel all energies on the ship now. He could direct Glaecer telepathically if he needed it or if he was going to miss something. The carriers engines began to fire up and the craft took into a levitating state, ready for takeoff.

Glaecer. Blaze would say telepathically. We will exit the planets atmosphere, far from any Saiyan line of fire. I'll set the auto pilot for Marvok. Then... we exit into the void and return to battle along side Lady Serori. he informed.

They won't just leave her like that.

[Rensou Hiruen]

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She spoke as she stood, resolving herself to die as she should. Beneath every facade she spoke of, Serori was a warrior. The male could not help but to admire her spirit for a moment as her tongue wove false notions and played them against listening ears. A petty attempt to dissuade the beliefs of the epitome of destruction that waited momentarily, hearing her words with respect. The mentality disagreed completely.

The idea that the man was continuing a repeating theme of hatred was ridiculous. “I am the end of this cycle your beloved began, woman,” Left to their own ends, the Saiyans would have pushed to pursue comfortable existence: that had already been attained, and they pushed for no more worlds. Nor had provided capable warriors, and Niwa sustenance. Amazonica refilled the water supply of Vegetasei, and they had no need to crush the opposition underfoot. Competitive battle still beckoned them into conflict, but who best to fight a Saiyan, than another Saiyan? There were no races that compared.

“My kin? Without a doubt,” she was a Saiyan. More than that, she had attained a legendary state thought folklore. She was an exemplary example of her people in the realm of power, but to be one of the race meant so much more. “You have made yourself my enemy, Serori, we are here because of what Touketsuki did to us, and you side with him! There is sadness within you for a monster, but what of sorrow for the lives lost for his pride? Nothing!”

Rensou Hiruen began to walk forward, her words had asked that he kill her, to take the life of a Saiyan warrior whom should be standing at his side against her husband, but nay! She claimed to stand for what was right, but Rensou Hiruen walked forth to justice, for that and revenge are one and the same. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Touketsuki's life for his own at Boliko's hands. Serori's blood sliding through the snow to pay the price for Anienne Aspera!

“With pleasure,” lips mused before right leg dug into the dissipating permafrost beneath it, accelerating the resurrected retribution named Rensou forward at an astonishing speed. Power welled within him while he approached, a gathering that could manifest as a variety of physical motions or energy attacks. Perhaps he might Zanzoken behind her at the pivotal moment to stab into her skull with a fierce fist, silencing her delusional idea of what was just. Maybe that trailing leg that had shot him toward her would slash upward, shattering jaw and silencing the words that derived from ideas Rensou truly believed without base.

Serori Yakedo would learn soon enough of the phenomenal strength, speed, and skill that Rensou called his own – facets backed by unquestioned morals and the will to fight until this event had finally unfolded. Rensou Hiruen was not here as a murderous conqueror as her love had been, he was here to collect upon a debt owed for so long. Just as Touketsuki had taken his people from him, he had taken those of Kold. Yakedo had killed his best friend and lover in the cross-fire, and Serori had foolishly put herself in the path of a vengeance that would burn until it incinerated the World Trade.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Would that Serori could explain everything that she'd done to prevent more blood shed, to turn Touketsuki's fists, Rensou would still be here, unbelieving. He had his ideas in his head, and they were not going. Serori's words had failed, like so many other times, to turn the tides. The time for speaking was over after Rensou's retort...now it was time to fight.

With a kick of his legs, Rensou came soaring at Serori. She could feel the power being absorbed into his body, as the Saiyan readied himself for an attack. He brought the non-launching knee up, trailing the launch leg behind him. Any number of things could be done from his position, and Serori had to ready herself for them.

Matching Rensou, she began drawing in ki as well, either to provoke an attack, or to defend herself from one. She tensed her muscles to prepare to move, block, swing or kick. She cleared her mind of anything unnecessary for the fight, prepared to use her future sense, or create an artificial clone of herself.

As Rensou drew near, she knew that this was it. This was the final showdown. The look of utter contempt on his face, thoughts clear of revenge, making things right. Any idea that Serori had that she may survive was gone, all doubts that she would die erased. There would be no after story to this. She was going to fall, to this Saiyan. But she would try her damnedest to take him down with her.

Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a senzu bean, popping it into her mouth. Held in between her teeth, she was ready to bite and swallow in case of an emergency. It did little to reassure her, even when remembering that she had two more hidden in pouches in her outfit. Both on the shoulder, close to the neck, under soft cloth, easily accessible with her mouth, should she need them.

By now, Rensou was nearly upon her, she could feel the burn of his aura against her face. Channeling energy into her hands, she prepared to dodge sideways, a leaping roll, should try a direct frontal attack. Following her dodge, she would then release the energy in two medium powered waves, aimed at Rensou. Serori had decided that if she was going to win this fight, she didn't need to outpower Rensou, simply out last him. With the help of her senzu beans, she may be able to do that.

[Glaecer]

Glaecer was especially not in the mood for Blazes cocky remarks and said nothing too them. Blaze took off and began flying; Glaecer was not going to waste any time so he combined his ki and psychic energy together in flight. Glaecer braced as he launched off leaving a crater in the ground and blasted past Blaze in a blur.

"Glace, search the ship for survivors and any SSE who may be trying to sneak a ride. Don't need the Empire knowing where these people are going."

Glaecer didn’t even need to enter the ship to check for any SSE troops. He closed his eyes and extended a psychic blanket over the ship. He could feel the small pulsing brain waves of the hostages rippling in his mind but something seemed off, it seemed too easy. Glaecer entered the ship and began walking to the engine room he felt Blaze brain waves change slightly and now also when he concentrated he felt the electricity around him as well and how it was being monitored by Blaze

“Blaze has been practising” He remarked to himself as he entered the brig. Several frightened Acrosian sat in the cells, man women and children. Glaecer fired electricity at the control panel short circuiting and opening the cell doors

“Please move up to the seating area near the bridge, you will find them if you keep heading up the corridor” Glaecer said as the prisoners shuffled past him.
Glaecer moved out of the way and kept walking towards the engines. He felt something odd, another electrical current that was not linked with the ship. He just received Blazed message when he enter the engine room and at the same moment he realised what it was.

He linked to Blaze’s mind and quickly yelled
“don’t st-“ He message never got completed as the bomb connect to the engine detonated blasting Glaecer back and causing the ship to fall back to the ground and the roof above Glaecer to collapse on top of him.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Save me,
From reaking my vengeance upon you,
Too chilling, more than I can tell,
Oh, burning~
Now I bring you hell!

Rensou Hiruen had sailed harmlessly past his quarry, this woman was but the prey being terrorized by a terrible, efficient predator. Eyes trailed after her while feet anchored against the street and actually plowed into them, torn apart by the shimmering flame illuminating the muscular figure. Serori was quick, there was little doubt about it – Rensou would be much harder pressed to match her speed should they be closer in fighting might, but the truth was, she was horrendously overwhelmed in every facet of this encounter. The male was vastly experienced, and his actual reaction time and movement surpassed his power to an extent.

Certainly, he had suffered in other regards: Rensou Hiruen was not particularly physically strong in contrast to overwhelming speed, but combative strategy and phenomenal precision helped to alleviate that. He certainly was a complete fighter: every weapon he could bring into reality either amplified his advantages or nullified his weaknesses. Nothing would be revealed at this early stage of their battle, and Serori Yakedo would be consumed by a patient fire rather than a roaring blaze.

Thus, the cheetah revealed fangs and circled that fawn with intent to tighten fangs around throat until those beautiful eyes were desperate for life, pleading in silence for relief against that without mercy. Tendons tightened about the shoulders, lifting straightened bone wrapped in taut layers of musculature outward: she had launched a pair of twins towards him in defense of her life, but they would prove ineffective as they slid beneath the harsh grip of crooked fingers. The body of the man shuddered backward against the impact, but his straightened arms held as his palms were reddened.

Rensou Hiruen, his face shining with the light of her energy, offered a smile centered between the two shining spheres. “Say goodbye. . .” he whispered, his commanding tone carrying despite a lack of volume.

Though, he never gave the woman a chance to entertain the idea as he cocked his outstretched arms and hurled the creations toward that which had birthed them, though they did not travel in parallel paths. . .nay, they leaped outward at angles toward a centrifugal point a few feet away from Rensou Hiruen. . .

. . .and just before they met and inevitably exploded in a brilliant flash, the waiting pool of gathered energy was released as the killer of trillions tensed and assaulted the heavens themselves with a roar that unleashed a perfectly timed Kiai, effectively rolling the cataclysmic explosion enabled by the speed which he had tossed her attacks toward Serori Yakedo. Every structure for a wide radius would be obliterated and replaced by a chasm of epic proportions, though it only carried for half a mile or so.

The Saiyan folded those working arms over his breast, searching the affected area with sweeping eyes for Serori Yakedo. The coals did not waver from task, not even when the carrier the two Icers had been aboard began to blow apart above them.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Rensou's speed was beyond comparison. Earlier, when Serori had tried to hit him, had Rensou been expecting it, there would have been nothing she could have done. Easily sidestepping, backing up, or even hitting her back, Rensou would not have been hit.

The Saiyan General had sailed past Serori, without even so much as lifting a finger to attack her. His feet didn't land so much as just rip through the rubble and concrete, like a hot knife through butter, if the butter sent up shreds as it was cut. Rensou turned himself towards Serori, eyes catching hers. They glinted in the bright sun, light also reflecting off the snow. Eyes like a hawk, he watched as Serori's arms moved, lowering towards him to release the ki waves. What she thought would be a light attack against her foe turned into a whole 'nother animal.

As the energy waves left her hands, Rensou raised his own, catching them. They burned his hands slightly, and he was pushed back, but that was the extent of the damage done to him. He caught the energy, rested it in his hands, as a bemused smile played across his lips.

"Say goodbye..."

Serori didn't have time to do so, or retort in any fashion, as Rensou pushed the energy outward. Meeting at the center, it caused an explosion. Rensou then Kiaid the explosion towards her. She had no time to perform another attack to attempt to counter it. Instead, she activated her barrier technique, to absorb some of the impact and damage, as the mutated wave emitted a deafening rumble. It sped towards her, engulfed her body.

Heat, pain, sweat tears blood and energy. These were the components that comprised the moving object of Serori as she was swept through by the energy beam. It carried her, tore through her barrier, her clothes, burned her skin. The wider the cone went, the weaker the central forces were, but still, they pushed her through rubble, and buildings. Finally, she was laid to rest beneath a fallen, burning building.

Serori's eyes were screwed shut, her body hurting. She had not bitten down, though, not yet. Serori was not quite hurt enough to constitute an emergency. 'Just a little more,' she told herself. 'Push him a little more, then rejuvenate.' For the mean time, though, she would lay still in the rubble, trying to catch her breath, get ready to return to the fight.

Rensou's searching eyes would find no sign of Serori, although her power signature was still prominent, if slightly fainter than before. She was not defeated, not dead. It would take more than a single energy attack and explosion to put down this Saiyan warrior.

[Rensou Hiruen]

He could hardly feel what was left: when vision failed, a truer sight glanced evaded the finality of blindness and found that which the eyes fruitlessly could not. A quick push of the legs, a burning trail of golden aura, and Rensou Hiruen had positioned himself above the smoking mass of rubble which held his prize within it. Senses foretold the woman was strong enough to stand after the cataclysmic aftermath of her own attack. Things were dire indeed for the Saiyaness who had shunned her own blood in favor of he whom had spilled in such quantity.

The man was relaxed, though a quiet rage could be easily felt radiating from him as he descended. Appendages unfolded from unscathed armor, and they spread outward while they bent slightly at the joint. With grasp skyward, a inkling of concentration brought his dearest belongings to life. Above those hands the Tsurunoha spheres had crackled to life, sparking with bio-electricity and audibly thrumming while molecule of ki after ki was added to the beauty of that which was a most perfect set of tools. The things began to revolve around the man, whom crossed arms over breast once more while he descended.

The mind set the spheres to work, spinning them faster and faster around the body as it descended into the smoldering mass of concrete and metals – they were blown away, the speed of the revolving weapons so great that even these dense materials were paper against their tearing wrath. Rensou went about this action without regard for the safety of Serori, though he meant not to finish her by such means. A foot was uncovered, and those cyan baubles came to an abrupt stop. Rensou Hiruen lashed downward with an arm to allow a hand to grasp the ankle, and if this was successful, he would tear Serori Yakedo through the wreckage to toss her into the air like a plaything.

More than likely, she would tumble through the air and back towards the ground once the peak of her ascent had been reached. The Saiyan would extend the left arm towards her, his mind preparing the axe of her execution: the Tsurunoha sphere took up place before the hand, and it lengthened into a shape that quite resembled the blade of a curved sword. Rensou Hiruen took the Tsurutsurugi in hand, moving to position himself beneath the falling body.

If she did not stop her fall, if that had been the case, he would cut her in two with the utmost satisfaction.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Serori lay amidst the rubble, thinking to herself, calming her mind and body. When Rensou began accelerating towards her, it didn't help matters.

'Plan, plan...' She thought to herself, as the whirring of ki through metal echoed through the rubble around her. Rensou was upon her, just outside the pile she hid in. Some sort of attack he was using to get to her. 'Plan, plan...play dead?' It was worth a shot. Although he could feel her signature...so maybe she could feign unconsciousness.

Serori felt the heat of the Tsurunoha spheres as they cut through the final layer of rubble hiding her, revealing her foot. Serori didn't move, even as he grabbed her leg. Almost effortlessly, Rensou tossed her into the air.

On her way up, Serori saw that Rensou had two spheres orbiting him, each made up of a large amount of very strong ki. Enough that, if she were to hit one, she would probably die, or be very very close to. However, the Saiyaness was not going to let that happen.

As she was swung into the air, Rensou turned one of the spheres into a curved sword, made of the same ki as the sphere. When she reached the peak of the parabola, he held it out, sharpened end facing up, obviously to cut her in half as she fell. Serori did not leave the tip of her curve, though. Instead, she activated a technique that she had created and perfected before coming to Kold.

Out of her back sprouted two large, feathered wings. They were born of white ki, and extended at an elegant 16 foot wingspan. They were solid, utilising the same ki that a barrier would be made out of, and artfully detailed. Back to the sun, they would look stunning.

Serori's arms were down, extended from her body. Palms flat and facing outward, the Saiyan was gathering energy for an attack.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The woman had defied oncoming death yet again, maintaining some replacement for Bukujutsu that the more conventional fighter found a bit too extravagant for his tastes, but he held insult. This was a battle to her death, and whatever criticism he offered would most certainly go to waste: this woman was going to perish no matter what gigantic manifestation she held her body aloft with. The Saiyan male slid from the slicing stance he had placed himself in and deactivated the blade to return it to base state in the blink of an idea. Rensou's mastery of his spheres and all their versions was true mastery.

She charged her energy, the Saiyan waited with a bored expression upon his face. She was fighting in exactly the manner his arsenal was prepared to withstand, and he would await her energy attack before he swept in and offered the killing blow. “That's not going to work,” he grunted, once again folding his arms over his chest with complete lack of respect for his opponent.

Serori was charging an attack.

Rensou was waiting to humiliate the attempt.

Perhaps the Icer's whore had decided to die exhausted.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

"That's not going to work," Rensou grunted, as he folded his arms against his chest. He had already changed his blade back into its Tsurunoha sphere. He was waiting for the attack, waiting for Serori to use the energy that she had absorbed. And she was going to use it alright.

To start with, Serori gathered all the ki that she could into her own body, focusing a good portion of it into her hands, the rest evenly distributed across her body. Next, she focused her mind to be ready to use Instant Transmission, along with her Another Me technique. Hopefully, she could confuse Rensou enough to be able hit him. Even if all that she managed to do was mildly bruise him, she would know that at least he was able to be hurt. At the moment, he just seemed like a god.

Finally, she actually initiated her attack. The first part would be tricky, because she was going to try something that she'd never done before. Using Instant Transmission, she appeared several meters behind Rensou, well out of reach, while simultaneously creating another instance of herself immediately behind him. The effect would simulate herself having IT'd behind him, to cover her own powerlevel, and cause confusion.

The second part followed thusly: the fake Serori Satsumaimo would drop the Ki Wing technique, and instead activate two Ki No Tsurugi's, one on both arm. These would be thrust toward Rensou, although both images were fake, and, if they even hit, would simply go through him. This would be a distraction for Serori to use the charged energy in her hands for her ultimate attack: Destruction Cone.

Serori had mastered her new technique, a combination of her Conical Beam and Death Ball techniques. Before, she had used both hands to do both at the same time, resulting in a weaker form of the attack. Now, however, she did them both with different hands, able to use both full powered attacks at the same time. This birthed a giant cone wave, spiraling in on Rensou, with a miniature Death Ball in the center.

While firing off what she hoped would hit Rensou, and not be turned against her, she chewed down on her first Senzu Bean. The taste of celery and undercooked beans flooded her mouth, and she swallowed it. Depleting all of her energy in one go, she was immediately rejuvenated, and ready to hop up, and defend against some ass kicking. That is, if she wasn't about to get metaphorically (or physically) raped.

[Rensou Hiruen]

There was so much energy thrumming within the woman, and Rensou bared teeth and growled out his anticipation: like any Saiyan, he truly, absolutely, and utterly loved physical conflict. To prove himself better than another was the utmost satisfaction, and the farther they pushed him, the greater the climax. In short, an altercation was nothing short of lovemaking should it warrant enough effort from the male, and he was completely passionate in both regards. It was an entirely different sort of arousal, but the thrill of battle still enthralled his attentions to the utmost.

A possible explanation for why Rensou was so fucking good at it~

The senses were attuned to her charge, though she bore an entirely different signature from each and every opponent Rensou Hiruen had fought, the gathered energy displayed an undeniable print as it was put to use. The Instant Transmission was a weapon that had been used against him by Touketsuki, and his woman was attempting the very thing. . .Rensou stifled laughter as he gazed up at her, his fire still burning around him while he crossed his arms.

The Icer lord had doomed her to this death at his hands, and his teachings were a useless thing. Rensou Hiruen was vastly versed against Touketsuki, having encountered him twice in the flesh – engagements he had used to update the simulation machines of Vegetasei to better prepare Boliko Koregutsu for his own turn at the lizard. Rensou had fought the replications many, many times after five years of absolute hatred.

Serori focused herself into that singular point and placed it in another, birthing her clone beside her and behind him, and the fatal flaw in her entire stratagem. The woman was painfully slow in both perception and physical senses when compared to the much faster warrior, and her actions were a crawl as Rensou Hiruen executed his Zanzoken, taking him some distance away from the aggressor and simultaneously turning him to stare down the two lances of energy and the great wave with all the centered might behind it.

. . .eyes went wide as Rensou Hiruen lifted both arms infront of him and willed his spheres into a congealed, circular mass. Serori had tossed aside all her inhibitions and powered forth an attack that was actually a threat to the Saiyan, and used a huge amount of energy in creating such a plethora of assault. The Shirudo held for but a moment against her weapon, but the resulting explosion tumbled Rensou Hiruen backwards and threw him bouncing across the snow, spraying the white stuff this way and that before he finally came to rest against a building a short distance away, sending a snaking crack up the outside of it.

She had used everything, he thought.

Her death would have arrived shortly, but nay! Suddenly, Rensou Hiruen felt her energy race back to a peak and then become greater than before: the damage she had incurred against him had reacted once it had been wiped away, and her Saiyan blood had empowered her. . .she was stepping closer to Rensou in fighting might. The Saiyan shivered with rage, floating into the air before he brought his power back to what peak it had left after the amazing strike: parts of his armor had been scuffed, and a trickle of blood rolled from the scar 'pon his left cheek. The Saiyan might actually be sore in the morn'~

“Senzu, Yakedo?!” he snarled, flexing his body and blasting the building apart at the base, and it crumbled behind him while any shrapnel with hope of striking him was thrown away by his awesome might. There was only one explanation for such momentous healing, those magical beans that Rensou Hiruen so despised. On top of that, he could actually smell the stuff upon her breath from a distance of so many meters, so keen was the Saiyan nose. The very thing curled with disgust. . .Rensou Hiruen was going to have to take his efforts up a notch so that he might deliver her corpse to Touketsuki before Boliko tore the bastard limb from limb.

[OOC : Serori gains 9,990 Power Level after her first Senzu Bean is devoured.]

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