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

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

((Whoo, now I'm nearly half as strong as you!))

Serori shrugged her shoulders, rolling them around in her sockets, twisting her neck to hear two satisfying cracks. These were not forms of intimidation; anybody who knew about fighting would recognise this as "limbering up".

"If you're going to refer to me by my last name, its Satsumaimo. And yes, Hiruen, Senzu. In the art of Saiyan pride, a fight should be fair. Since you are well over twice my power and strength, I feel that Senzu are necessary for a good, and slightly more balanced, fight.

"Now, I would like to make you a polite offer. Leave now, and I will never make contact with you or Vegeta again. I will disband the WTO, and make sure that no Arcosian so much as thinks about Vegeta. Your other option is to stay here, fighting a pointless battle, one that will gain you nothing. What will you have if you kill me? Peace of mind? Please, Hiruen. You know as well as I do that I had nothing to do with the killing of your people. I don't know if you noticed, but after I married Yakedo, he quit his horrific rampages.

"Leave now, and I can promise you that you will never hear from or see me again."

Serori left this proposition in the air for Rensou to answer. She knew that he would accept, but she would never let it be said that the chance was given. Serori was kind at heart, not looking for a fight. Rensou, on the other hand, was just the opposite.

Serori mentally prepared herself for an attack, just in case Rensou decided to take offense to her offering.

[Blaze]

((Glace, I'm sorry but I gotta write out the bomb somehow. Ren came alone and never planted one.))

The craft shook as the ignition failed and a rumble was felt through the ship. He cursed and got up, going over to the main breaker panel and activating the backup generator. He rushed over to the co-pilot controls and seen the blinking red on the screen.

Engine out.

The engine must have been damaged by debris or by whatever took the other carriers out. But... there were three more engines. A simple fix was to cut power to the damaged engine, witch was a safety step anyway, then attempt takeoff again.

He input the necessary commands at the co-pilot station, then at the navigators station. He zipped over to the safetymen's post and did the same, then to the analysis station. It took multiple people to fly a ship. But Blaze's speed and the knowledge he gathered from his off time in the Mechanics wing with his buddy Eddie (NPC) was paying off.

"To fly an S-class, super sized ship of any kind is impossible for one man." Eddie had told him.

Blaze had to smile as he moved as fast as he possibly could between the four stations and the pilot and captain stations as well. Being in 6 places at once wasn't possible, but Blaze was trying his damn best to pull it off.

And it was done. Ignition. Stabilization confirmed, systems were go at 73% power. The Carrier rose from the ground near the titanic battle below and hovered up high into the air. Then, it rocketed forward heading up into the air.

Place a pencil across a baseball. The point will go away from the ball, obviously. And that was the trajectory of the ship, though on the planet it would seem like the ship was rising up away from the ground. The atmosphere came, burning hot around the ship. Co-ordinates were set for Marvok as the carrier pulled into the void.

Hyper speed in 10 seconds...

But it didn't matter. Blaze had already made his way to the airlock. With the flick of a button, the alert sounded and the door closed. He looked down at the button again. One flick and he would give up the chance he had to leave.

He could leave Serori there. To die at the hands of this General Rensou guy. Then, he would be free of the WTO and the SSE would never find him. He could be free from all this craziness. Return... Blaze knew he would die. But the WTO needed a good leader. One who would push for peace and make a better name for the blood stained Trade Organization.It was all decided with a faint click...

And the airlock would be found open and empty.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Oh, traitorous bitch, your conceptions of everything are fucked! ! !” Serori was clueless as to what exactly it meant to be Saiyan: senzu were a thing a coward would resort to. Had Hiruen bitten down on one of the awful things and prolonged his defeats at the hands of Touketsuki? Nay. He had given everything he had in blinding flashes of power and skill, maneuvers executed with all his speed. The man had fought with his heart in every blow, and his spirit had dampened those received. To partake in second chances was an admittance of defeat, Rensou and Touketsuki had fought as men and one of them had died.

This woman fought like a coward, employing trickery and foreign substances to enhance her performance and with sheer animosity Rensou Hiruen bared his teeth, flared that precious fire, and snarled angrily as she insulted the very core of his being. Every fucking thing had been ripped away by the organization, and Saiyan culture called for an eye for eye. There was nothing pointless about this encounter to Rensou Hiruen, and this woman would pay in blood until the General had spilled his fill.

A Zanzoken brought him forward, the warrior reckless – he vastly outmatched this woman, and he would not give her another chance at those fucking beans as a willful bolt of energy exploded from an outstretched arm. Rensou Hiruen was far from finished, twice as fast as this plaything was he. . .twice as strong, twice as durable, and with a reaction time empowered by every measurement of his energy.

The Saiyan tumbled into a roll, his orbs smashing in from behind as they circled: an attempt to push the woman to him and settle this affair between them once and for all. If successful, the man would grab her at the waist with a wrapped arm and a bulling shoulder. Rensou Hiruen was going to take Serori Yakedo for a hellacious ride through every building this despicable home of sin: Inca city, had to offer her.

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[Glaecer]

In the moment of panic Glaecer had realised that the supposed bomb was in fact a faulty control module connect to the third engine. The blast still did significant damage to the ship and to Glaecer. He had been buried under a mound of broken parts and roofing and although the floor had held out the rest of the engine bay was gone. Glaecer could feel the artic breeze as he shifted slightly and attempted to push of the debri but instead he only achieved a small push and instead he rolled through the rubble until he reached the end of the ship and fell, He heard the doors seal just before he fell and he knew that the ship would hold for the trip. His body had been weakened by the blast and as he fell he saw blaze exit the air lock. Blaze would also most likely notice him as he kept falling and hit the ground with a heavy thud.
Glaecer mustered up the energy and began to hop up, his vision was still blurry and he saw a silhouette heading towards him. He expected it to be Blaze but the way he was it could be anything. Glaecer did not realise how hurt he really was. A large piece of the ship’s hull had punctured straight through his arm. It was bleeding heavily and unless he got some help he would bleed to death. Along with this he had blood trickling into his eye and his entire right side of his chest and leg was slightly burnt. Glaecer against his own better judgment still hoped up and his vision cleared as the blood kept flowing out of his arm. The silhouette would now be near him and in truth he would be glad that it was Blaze.
((I kinda trying it hint that it is Blaze as silhouette but I left it open so you can chose))

[Virion]

Unfortunately for the Arcosian, the shadow was not who he hoped for, nor did the figure even have the decency of being the enemy they knew. Three toed feet hung limply as the creature floated just above the ground level, similar to an arcosian’s and yet twisted and wrong, insectoid carapace and ridged abdomen, curved horns and almost cobra-like hooding framing the nose-less, befanged face.

Virion’s slitted gaze was not upon the injured warrior however, and mercifully even if it was Gleacer was not confronted by this creature on his own, for Blaze found himself equally waylaid by the insectoid’s interception, his raw presence like a physical barricade in their path. The bio-androids gaze continued to wander, lingering on the further horizon before drawing across completely to Serori and Rensou. Their battle was intense, two super powers tearing at one another, a desperate battle for supremacy unfolding before their very eyes, and despite serori’s every effort the saiyaness… was losing.

“Well now, how very interesting…” Came the murmured croak.
I find myself at odds with this timestream once more, faced again with the presence of yet another rogue super saiyan… Where are they all coming from… Virion pondered, his oppressive presence standing directly between the battle and the two arcosians who sought to return to it. For now, Virion did not realise or know who Blaze and Glaecer were, for despite their strengths he was hardly even paying any attention to them. He knew they were there, he had purposely moved to intercept them, but he allowed himself this distraction for the moment nevertheless.

Hmmm, fighting on behalf of the World Trade. Well now, few saiyans stand in opposition to the solar empire,
Virion’s piercing gaze was locked with great intensity upon the distant fighters, picking up like binoculars the two warriors, words almost half-mattering as he stood in rapt attention.
yet surely our mystery fighter can’t be General Serori Satsumaimo? Always so close and yet never finding the right spark to push through the membrane and onto true ascension… Yet she did come so close though, ever seeking to garner favour from the cold and dismissive tyrant. One is left to wonder…

Now was their chance, for Virion’s fascination momentarily outweighed his interest in the two Icers. Gleacer and Blaze could flee now, slip away and escape both quickly and stealthily, before Virion’s attention was drawn back to the matter at hand. They had mere seconds to act and an agonising decisions to make, but being astute warriors they may just realise the gravity of their predicament should they squander these precious moments of inattention.

A monster… was upon them.

((I look forward to you cursing me out once you get home and see this Glaecer Your move bro, your move. Oh, and hi Blaze, surprise.))

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

The hatred coming from Rensou was stagnant. Its over abundance was practically tangible. And it was to this that Serori was signing her life to.

Rensou was unreasonable. He took eye for an eye too far. Innocents had been killed on Vegeta, and as many, if not more, had been killed here. Why was he still so livid?

Serori had no way of knowing about the loved one that Rensou had lost.

The Sayain General left no time to contemplate, however, as he used a zanzoken to get over to Serori with haste. Even while he was reckless and Serori was ascended into Super Saiyan, she was unable to attempt to overpower him. He fired off a energy wave, which Serori countered with her own, only depleting some of its power, and taking the rest of it into her left arm. Grunting with the pain, she was swept into his next maneuver.

Rensou had bull rushed Serori, using his Tsurunoha orbs to catch her in from the back. She had no option but up, although no time to do so, and instead was caught by his arm and shoulder. Tumbling to the ground, Serori had breath enough to quip.

"Nice balls...you compensating for something?"

Without waiting for a reply, Serori would attempt to use her Ki No Tsurugi from the wrist closest to Ren's abdomen, followed immediately by her conical beam. If it worked, it could deal some damage. If not, it would simply agrivate Rensou, and decrease the time she had left for survival.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Nice balls,” she jested, like a despicable creature without a shred of honor, “are you compensating for something?”

Perhaps this woman seriously had little idea of how much danger she was actually in: Rensou Hiruen was a murderous fighter, and he was doubly capable of ending her life within moments should the odds begin to tip in his favor in the slightest. The fact that they had not already finished this fight with her mangled body upon the snow was a testament to the lack of effort the Saiyan was truly putting into his assaults, often he had listened to her pitiful pleading and poor perception of what it meant to be Saiyan, and. . .

Rensou Hiruen was through listening.

Senses attuned immediately, the words had just left her lips when the man decided to actually pour himself into his assaults with all the power and speed available to him, and coals watched as her hand lifted to offer another joke. A mental urge was all it took to place the Tsurunoha sphere between the lethal blade and the hardened abdomen of the ex-gladiator, and it was halted immediately against the compressed fibers of wondrous ki as the blade and the ball sparked against each other, heat resonating with the friction.

Serori Yakedo was trying to kill Rensou Hiruen, still clinging to hope, as she should~ After all, the keen Saiyan nose below those predatory eyes could easily smell the senzu beneath her armor. Did she think her foe a fool? Possibly. Rage manifested as aura tore away at the ground beneath his feet, the snow melting and the water obliterated to the very atom in the intensity. The woman began to charge another attack, and the son of the Hiruen clan could nearly feel the spike in her feeble ki as she charged her expanding beam, a thing he found painfully slow despite the speed that she executed it at.

A growl rolled from throat as the second orb melded with the one that had blocked the spear of energy, and it spread in that beautiful circular shield with all the fullness of a moon~ The Tsurushirudo held fast under her spreading assault, and the excess energy bled over the sides before it finally ceased. Serori Yakedo was still upon her back, firing her useless weapons with reckless abandon and burning through ki much faster than Rensou had to use to utterly dismantle her offensive. Black boots had never moved an inch, and arms had folded over chest once again.

Oh, and spheres had returned to their base states and burrowed through the packed snow beneath this helpless creature while she lay 'pon her back, and it was a slight surprise to the General that she did not offer that sickening cunt in exchange for her life. The idea could not be put past her in the mind of Hiruen, for she spread those very thighs for a fucking lizard~

With spheres positioned a few meters beneath the woman to allow proper acceleration, the scarred Super Saiyan appeared directly over her fifty feet in the air: another Zanzoken, but this one served a purpose. The spheres beneath Serori could not move as quickly as the Zanzoken, but they would return to Rensou at the very instant he allowed them to idle. Thus, he broke mental bond as he lined the woman between he and his weapons and they came hurtling up through the snow at a sickening pace in a double pronged attack aimed for a downed opponent whom had just finished firing off a pair of attacks.

Rensou watched carefully in hopes of predetermining where the woman would dodge, in effort to reposition himself should time allow – so that those beloved baubles would be readjusted and complete their mission of rectifying themselves against the moronic words of the traitor.

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[Blaze]

((Waiting on Glaecer, I am.))

[Glaecer]

((No your not Blaze XD))

Glaecer rose from the barren ice clutching his dripping arm with his other hand. The silhouette above him was casting a shadow onto him. His vision finally cleared fully and he began to gather his thoughts. He shifted his gaze around trying to find his bearing and getting back into the right mind set, he was frustrated that he had been dazed so easy and he was even more annoyed that his wound required attention or it would inhibit his capabilities. He had heard that Blaze had learnt how to heal wounds and had even seen it in effect beforehand. Glaecer hoped that Blaze could heal the wound as it was much quicker that going to any healing pod . As He looked around he noticed Blaze of to his side, it was good that he was nearby, it meant that they could get back to the battle quickly, it took a moment for Glaecer’s mind to click and for him to register that the shadow in the sky was not infact Blaze.

His head snapped up and he focused on the creature creating the silhouette, it was like nothing he had ever seen, a humanoid insect like creature with demonic horns protruding from the head and the shoulders. The brown colours of the alien made it even more obvious that whatever it was, it was not from here. Despite this Glaecer still kept composure began to glide towards Blaze but he was still keeping one eye or the ‘thing’ but for now it seemed to be distracted with Rensou and Serori’s battle. Even being near the brown being made Glaecer feel unsettled and it gave of a strange air that Glaecer found bizarrely familiar. The creature base pl was impressive and Glaecer did not prefer to get in a fight with the alien right now. He needed to conserver his energy for fighting Rensou .He was now right next to Blaze and he whispered to him making his voice barely audible so that Viroin would not here it

“Any chance you can heal this quickly?” Glaecer whispered

“and do you have any idea what the hell that thing is?” Glaecer hoped that the alien would not interfere with him or Blaze.

[Blaze]

The Void. Vast and endless. And he watched as the carrier with only three working engines rocketed off via auto pilot to a brighter land for the children on board. He smiled, thankful that his primary mission had been completed. The kids were never going to be the same after what had happened this day. They would be scarred for life with the memories of their parents and older siblings being slaughtered in front of them.

Blaze then wondered... had he done more damage to them by letting them live with that? Would there existence be nothing but a living hell, all thanks to him? He just floated there, wondering.

He would never know. All he could do is fight for the right thing. And right now, that was Serori. A woman of peace. The person responsible for taming the once evil creature, now confused and misunderstood Touketsuki Yakedo.

She had the same goals as Blaze. Goals hopefully the two can limbed into Suki, and eventually the whole Trade Organization. Then maybe... they could finally end this war with some neutral form of peace.

He turned now, rocketing downward through the atmosphere of Kold at his full power, homing in on familiar signatures. His clothing was made to endure burns from fire and ki, but the amount of time spent in those conditions took their tool and rendered them a darker tint. Some spots burned away completely.

Then he felt another familiar energy. And not one that he was happy with. He remembered years ago, the creature that had stole not only some of his people, but the great power his adoptive father could issue out. A power meant for good... and this creature wasn't good in Blaze's eyes. But things could have changed in the years past, the creature he knew as Viron may be here for the path of good. So Blaze hoped.

Upon arrival, Blaze masked his power with his Energy Cloak, and moved close to Glaecer. His proximity with the other Icarian would cause the cloak to effect him as well, but that coupled with Blaze's maximum power would give them few seconds until their energy came back to sensible levels.

Glaecer was wounded. Blaze rose up a hand, clenched in a fist and opened it quick. It sparked into a golden aura and he turned it towards the injured Glaecer. It would take a minute, but with the cloak active, Blaze could have enough time to fully heal his comrade.

While healing, he answered Glaecer's question. "I'm not entirely sure, Glace. I have ran into it before, back home on Namek." he said quietly. "Its some kind of infecting abomonation that calls itself 'Viron' I guess. Don't let it get too close to you, and don't fall for his bullshit."

He looked Glaecer in the eye. "Feel his power? He stole that from my father. Power... I could have used. I could of done so much more here..." he closed his eyes, wondering how any more power would really help. The energy in the distance belonging to Rensou was catastrophic...

Was this the end of the WTO? Blaze wasn't sure. But he had to at least try to save Serori. That would involve getting past the Infected Viron.

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

"Beam me up, Scotty."- Captain Kirk

Serori's attack had had no effect. Her energy had been dispersed around an energy shield that Rensou had created from his spheres. Her jest had done nothing for her; Serori's only way of keeping herself sane, keeping from cracking under the intense strain and stress, knowing that she was going to die.

"Then why do I fight..."

For a second, Serori lost mental focus, at the same time that Rensou cut the mental link to his Tsurunoha spheres, which had been placed behind her. He himself had sped away, about fifty meters away. And as he cut the link, the spheres began speeding toward him, carrying Serori with them, flying to make sure they didn't hit her.

Rensou's eyes were watching Serori, calm and calculating, yet filled with anger and disgust. This was a man whom truly hated her, a feeling that Serori had never known before. True contempt...he would kill her for revenge's sake, blood for blood. That was his motive.

Serori, on the other hand, did not hate the Saiyan, felt no contempt towards his existence. He simply was there, a menace to her life, and nothing more.

"What is my motive to win? What do I have to lose"

Serori had nothing. Her husband, whom she had worked so hard on to change his heart, was dying right now at the hands of the Saiyan King, Boliko Koregetsu. The Arcosians were safe on other planets, safe for now. If she lived, how would she be able to protect them? She was weak, not strong. Blaze and Glaecer, her Tore Squad, everybody she knew had abandoned her.

Or maybe she had abandoned them...

After all, it had been her decision to stay on Marvok, not to come back. So why had she?

Serori remembered the yelling, jeers, shouts, curses towards her, coming from who she now came to call her people. But...her people wouldn't have done that. Anger began to fill Serori's veins, as she realised that her life was meaningless. There was nothing for her to live for, no reason to not just die...the only thing keeping her going now was her Saiyan blood. The fight inside her to stay alive, to not give up.

Anger turned to rage, rage turned to hate. She would not fight Rensou out of anger towards him. But towards herself. Towards the arcosians. For Suki, for dying. This was not a fight against the Saiyans.

Rensou's eyes were watching her, wondering how she would dodge. But that dodge would never happen. As Serori flew at Rensou, she gathered a large amount of ki inside her, pulling her power level to its max. As the two Saiyans grew closer, their auras melded, same colors together, powers pushing against each other. She created a barrier on her back with the ki she had gathered, cutting down from the damage that she took from the Tsurunoha spheres. They broke upon her back, hurting her shoulders, upper spine, neck. She gritted her teeth through the pain, anger forcing her to go on. She would not be able to hold out for too long without another senzu.

"Let's dance."

Immediately Serori began with a kick towards his chest, followed by several punches. As slow as she was compared to Rensou, he would probably be able to block or dodge every attempt.

Punch punch kick, punch punch punch punch kick kick punch

Anger fueled Serori, making her only a little faster, enough to matter in a fight against someone of her own strength. But this opponent was twice as strong as she, and would be very hard to hit.

((OOC: hope that fixes, and isn't too Godmodded, just PM me if I need to change it))

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It was truly impossible to say the least. This day had yet to turn out the way Aice had planned, and even now as he read the status report his mind was boggled. It was true what Murphy had to say about luck. Everything was falling apart and not just for the World Trade Organization. The only plausible way to understand Aice' truest intensity was to view his day from its beginning.
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8:33

Serori Yakedo was preparing for her yearly physical. Aice was the only man who was trusted to look after Lord Suki's wife and so he was extra meticulous when it came to reading over her charts, and sampling her blood. Aice was the best biologist on staff, and so any discrepancies in his body would be caught immediately.

Serori did not have heart disease, and her other vital organs were responding well. Her eyesight was near perfection as was her hearing, and yet there was something...

Pregnant.

Serori was carrying not one but two children. Still too early to tell gender it was clear that Serori entering combat would be unacceptable, after explaining this to her, and after what seemed like an eternity of silence, she finally accepted his words, vowing not to enter combat...until...

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11:12

Reports come in about an attack on the planet Kold. First response was Suki himself, and as the female ambassador reported, he was already dead. The new's was shocking to say the least. Even as he watched the terminals, backing it up to the beginning several times to try and understand, the scientist couldn't wrap his mind around it.

Touketsuki Yakedo had killed millions, and yet he was so easily taken down by the saiyans? Something was up with that as well, however before Aice could put in his two cents, the ship that he was one made a B-line for Kold. Serori and Aice were headed there and nothing he said or did would stop them...perfect.

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13:55

Upon arrival I begged the Ambassador one last time to stay out of it like Suki had instructed. But her passion had overcame her. After leaving the ship, Aice knew that he would not be seeing them again if a miracle did not occur...

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Present Time

As if the day had not been chaotic enough, with Aice as the only objective member of the organization not fighting for the cause. The information continued to pour in. It was vague, and it was only as accurate as Boki and the other scouts could provide, but it was more than clear what was happening. The saiyans were under attack from a different enemy. Boki suggested it was Earth due to the high power levels all leaving at once for the planet, but could not give names, or even an accurate description of how long they had been there. All this time, while the Saiyans had been invading Kold, a different enemy had been cultivating the seeds of destruction on Vegeta...

Finally Aice knew what he could do.

Serori would throw not only her own life away, but the life of her children, but not if she knew the saiyan's were already hurting. Perhaps he could even convince the warriors to leave Kold for good. His insect like legs jolted into action taking heed down the corridor and towards the boarding lock. He had avoided getting involved for some time, and even now he knew it was more than possible that death meet him at the door. But he had to try.

Aice was not a fighter, he was a man of logical reasoning and strategy, and this was the moment he had been waiting for.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Fiery teals watched with complete and utter disdain, this woman was a seemingly endless reservoir of energy. Serori was simply far more adept at channeling technique after technique to thwart his own attempts to damage her – an energy blade and a powered wave followed by a shield to dampen his attack from behind baffled the mind, but such energy usage had to be draining. . .certainly this woman would devour another of those accursed beans sooner rather than later. Rensou Hiruen devoted combative mentality to prevent such a thing from happening.

She approached with fury in her eyes, burning more precious energy, entering a realm she would be completely inadequate in. Melee range. Her lithe body approached, powering a punch towards the face of the Saiyan. Tsurunoha had both returned to his side, but neither lashed out to intercept the strike, nay, they waited. Rensou Hiruen swayed with the punch that grazed his jawbone, tasting pain and lifting his own arms defensively as strategy formulated in an instant. The other punch soared harmlessly overhead as the male slid under it, his body springing back straight while an arm shot upward to catch the wrist of his aggressor. If successful, the Saiyan would hold tightly and a smile would form across his scar-laden visage.

Still the spheres revolved, dormant, but a sinister plan was yet to unveil itself~

A kick thudded nigh harmlessly against a lifted forearm that beautifully blocked the blow, and the necessary stimuli for the terrible reaction was finally presented. Another punch was thrown, an act Rensou was entirely aware of as the arm cocked and shoulder turned while elbow straightened to send a second blow towards wherever she might set her sights upon. It mattered not where the assault was aimed, the hand of Rensou Hiruen lashed out to meet it and catch the fist firmly in calloused grasp as impact thundered down his own limb. If succcessful, the warrior could clamp down tightly.

As a matter of fact, all ten digits were wrenching down with enough force to break bone beneath overwhelming might, and they would not cease in the least.

Serori's next kick powered into the ribs of Rensou, and he grit his teeth while he sacrificed his body to destroy her own in return. The nature of his deadly holds would be revealed as both his spheres accelerated around his body in opposite directions and sought the outside of twin joints, crushing inward while the Saiyan held onto this woman whom had deserted he and his race.

As taxed as the woman had made herself, always clinging to the hope that her tongue might always taste another of those beans and continue her valiant stand, she would be ill-prepared for the snatching hands of Rensou Hiruen while she approached him with all her momentum and fury, powering blows forth in an effort to dance. Rensou Hiruen did not wish to dance, he wished to bring horrendous pain and render her limbs useless as those twin spheres powered through the air to bend those slender arms that would be like worms held by a python in the completely wrong direction.

Cartilage would tear, and joints would dislocate – Rensou Hiruen was attempting to break both of Serori Yakedo's arms at once. The Saiyan had tired of her antics and the threat of his vengeance being snatched away by that sickening vegetable, the senzu.

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[Blaze]

Blaze looked at the creature that floated above. He thought to himself, then turned to Glaecer. "I'd ask you to stay back for a while, alright? Something I have to do..."

Blaze turned away, and floated up into the air. He made sure to pull out a Senzu bean and tuck it up in the corner of his mouth, just in case. His energy cloak still on, Blaze would slowly drift up in front of the Bio Android out of nowhere. He was still at the full power of his True form. He kept the power hidden and looked Viron in the eyes.

"Been a while." He would say. "I remember when you got your little... boost. Just wanted to know what exactly it's been used for in the past five years."

It was no secret between the two that Blaze was jealous of the fact that His adoptive father, Elder Carnel chose to unlock the potential of Viron rather than himself. But most of that jealousy had faded over the years. Now Blaze only cared to see weather Viron had used it for good, as it was intended.

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

The first punch made contact, a thud, and with renewed vigor, Serori continued through. But that was one of sheer luck. Her next one was dodged, and the third, Rensou caught. His fist would clamp down, stopping movement. This would not stop Serori, as she would continue to punch and kick, determined to lay waste to the being before her, but to no avail.

Another kick was blocked, and her fourth punch was caught just as easily as the third. Rensou's fists were pushing down, all of the strength in his hands and fingers burrowing into her skin, her bones and joints creaking. She gritted her teeth, not allowing him the enjoyment of hearing her scream. Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth as she bit down hard enough to cut her gums. She sent a kick into his chest, hoping beyond hope that he would let go, but he took the full brunt of it, and only closed his hands harder.

Tsurunoha spheres were spinning faster now, his grip beginning to draw blood, and breaking the first bones. Serori's eyes watered, but she still didn't make a sound, staring lividly into the other Saiyan's eyes. He would not have the pleasure of this moment. That is, until the spheres flow out from his sides.

Crashing into her elbows, obliterating bone, Rensou began pushing inward, shattering Serori's arms. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated, losing blood as the bones pushed through her skin. She needed to reach a senzu bean, to stop this agonizing pain, but her hands, her hands were caught by her opponent, she would never be able to...something in her mind reminded her of the item touching her shoulder, covered by cloth as a secret means of healing. She stared into Rensou's eyes, opening bloody mouth.

"I won't...let you kill...my...babies..." She said hoarsely. With jagged, sharp movements, she turned her head to her shoulder, biting down hard, through cloth and skin, ripping out a chunk of flesh. This she swallowed, blood pouring from the open wound. She would then use her "Extra Me" technique, creating a ki image of herself away from Rensou Hiruen, backward from where she was. Serori would use Instant Transmission to teleport to it, and get away from Rensou, while the Senzu worked its magics.