[S][D] Syntech and Dante clash first

[Kirano]

Roars filled the battlefield as the reinforced Dante troops rushed in to aid the rest of their comrades, Fusion. Her newly acquainted warrior, Minoshia remained by her side. He was the opposite of her. He was eager to rush in and kill, while she was hesitant. She remembered the words of her General, before her unit rushed onto the scene. The words of Broli ran through her mind. ?Syntech will die like dogs underneath our feet.?

Underneath my feet.

?Die.? The unfair word echoed in her mind. For she had watched her loved ones die in front of her, due to the hands of the assassin Scalamanga. She had recently witnessed the death of saiyan?s and changelings on Planet Vegeta. She had even taken the lives of innocent scientists after Dante?s Abyss. She had to accept that death was inescapable. Her mother once told her that death is a natural part of life. How was what her mother said, the same as taking ones life for the fun of it, like Dante?s Abyss, like this event Dante?s Abyss: Conquest?

Fair enough it?s a game, but still I cannot take the life of another. Ooooh, someone help me, I do not have the courage. It is not that I?m afraid. Alright, alright, I?m afraid. I don?t want to take the life of another no matter what, even if they will return to the world of the living afterwards, I.Will.Not.Kill.

Her body began to tremble, as she began to witness the slaughtering of soldiers in her presence. Her face turned towards the Konat. He was killing Syntech soldiers like he was a natural. He indeed fought like a pro on the battlefield, which was already scarred with hundreds of deaths. She felt like turning back, but it was too late, besides her legs felt like led. She could not help her feeling of dismay.

Even the inspirational words Broli sent to her would not help. ?So your name is Bulma. Well Bulma, I believe you will make me and the rest of Dante proud.? Where would she run? She could not run, for it was too late for that cowardice act. Now was the time to fight. Slowly, and reluctantly, she put her hands up in a defensive stance. Her ocean blue eyes, shifted from left to right in an attempt to pick up any enemy approaches.

Please, please, please, everyone ignore me. Commander Broli, I am so sorry. I am sorry Dante, sorry for being a burden to you. King Vegeta, I?m sorry. Minoshia, I?m sorry.

Due to her sharp awareness, great reflexes and speed, she was able to evade an incoming blow from the fist of an enemy. More Syntech soldiers planned to be acquainted with her. Seven soldiers in total formed a circle around her. ?Oh look, she?s terrified,? said one of them, who stood symmetrically in her front view. Three more joined in. ?An easy kill,? said one of the trio, who had just joined the others.

Bulma?s body trembled, despite the fact that she placed herself in her traditional fighting stance. Her feet pressed into the turf?s soft surface. She applied more pressure, because she believed the ground was her only support, the only thing she relied on. It was like a girl who would grip desperately onto their teddy bear, whilst watching a horror movie.

One lunged forward, with his hands aiming for her chest. He licked his lips, excited, hoping he would get to caress them. The thought of sexual harassment, suddenly enraged the girl, filling her with the motivation to fight. She swung her fist forward. The power placed in her right fist, was enough to shift his jaw to the left. She began throwing endless punches and kicks, defending herself against them all. She was doing a good job too.

The Konat turned his attention towards her, with optimistic thoughts flowing through his mind. To his surprise, she was serving them. However, her impressive combat skills did not cover the fact that she was outnumbered. Like a shark that senses blood, the Syntech soldiers smelt her fear from a distance. The only reason they seemed to be coming back, was faultily because the human girl refused to put a stop to them, by killing them. This was something she promised to herself she would not do.

Like a charming Prince, the Konat came to her aid. ?Minoshia,? she said softly. Seeing him activated a glee of hope from within her. His aid presented her with the will to continue fighting. The boy easily disposed of the soldiers, which flung towards his presence, unintentionally by the girl. She smiled to herself, realising not only that it good teamwork, but a stealthy tactic. He grinned pleasantly, as he continued to rid of her helpings.

It was unfortunate that their great ploy of getting rid of their enemies would have to come to an end. It came to a halt, the moment Bulma collapsed to the ground. Minoshia quickly slammed his head into a solider, getting him away from the cyan-haired teen. For reasons he did not know, her presence felt warming to him. She was also making him do things he would not normally do, for instance, protect her.

My hand, why is it moving towards her? Why can I not control it? This feeling?

He placed his hand on her back. Although no words came from his mouth, his action expressed how he felt towards her. ?Mi-noshia, its okay,? she assured. The Konat Prince fell on his back, due to the girl suddenly springing to her feet. Red aura suddenly exploded from her body. It then began to glimmer around her slender build. ?YEEEEEES,? she roared out. ?You are all going to die now!? She had fulfilled her backup plan, the ace up her sleeve. Medena finally pulled through, enthralling the girl from wherever she was, as she said she would do encase Bulma got hesitant to kill.

Now under the demon?s possession ability, the teenage girl was a danger to Syntech. She grabbed an enemy soldier by his collar, and then placed her knee down south. He let out a mighty howl, and then collapsed to the floor, as expected. ?You will bare no more children,? she said harshly, letting out a laugh.

A fist swung towards her, but she was able to catch it. Using both hands, she snapped his left wrist, causing the cracking of bones to be heard. She then placed one hand on his neck, and then used her other hand to snap his neck to the left, causing a pop sound. ?Well, he?s dead,? she said unenthusiastically, watching his lifeless body descend to the floor. ?Who's next? I SAID WHO'S NEXT?? she boomed out, in excitement. Now fuelled with the desire to continue killing, her enemies had to beware.

OOC: Bulma?s been possessed by Medena, thus is Syntech with Mino.

[Old Pigero]

Flooding the battle was the insanity of ki that flew through the air. So much that it was almost to the point of it looking like it wasn?t a battle, but merely a vibrant show to excite the fans. That?s it, all a game. That is, a game to the death. The dead man?s game of life or death, roll the dice Walter Cronkite. Choose your fate, or at least sway your fate in your favor. Fight, and have the chance of your throat not being slit or your legs being torn limb by limb. In the mind of the fourteen year-old boy he knew it wasn?t a game though. If he wanted to live, he had to fight and fight was what he planned on doing. The boy thought to himself, and he knew he wasn?t going to just give up his head for decapitation. No, he was going all out, or was he? After all, he still had one big thing up his sleeve. He had not yet told anyone about his mysterious technique that allowed his power to increase nearly ten fold. The technique was insanity at best, and he despised it. He wouldn?t be using it until he truly had to. This raging battle had taken the virginity of the battlefield. The first bloodshed in Dante?s Abyss: Conquest, but definitely not the last. There were going to be casualties, and Pigero would most likely be one of them. Don?t slack off, live. Fight back, and live. That was all he had to go for, and that he had Dante?s forces looking out for him.

The boy?s eyes locked across the battle field, not ready to engage he waited. His body stiffened in place, his eyes scanning the battle field looking for an opening, he was going to keep his cool. If he rushed in now, he would surely die or at least get his ass handed to him. No, he had to be smart and scope out an opening, and take it. Oblivious to the small ball of ki that ripped through the air, the boy continued to stay in complete focus of the battle. Looking onto the fighters who weren?t quite ?adept? to fighting, he smirked laughing at their stupidity in their movements. Too many unneeded movements, and way too many openings. That was fine for the fighters though, because their opponents were just as stupid, not taking advantage. Whizzing through the battle field was still the small, marble sized ball of ki. Unknown to the attack, the boy watched in depth of the battle. His ears rung from the extremity of the volume of the battle, but he didn?t show any signs of it. Then, like a needle hitting the floor in a silent room, the ball hit the boy?s temple head on. His body stiffened, and fell to the ground.

?Alright, whoever the FUCK threw that is going to get their ASS handed to THEM!? the boy cursed, slamming his heel into the dirt, giving his body momentum to get him into a vertical position.

Forgetting everything he had planned, the boy?s rage exploded around him in the form of his aura. Radiating around him was his neon green energy that warmed his body and increased his battle strength to his current state?s limitations. His eyes locked onto the battle, and without waiting any longer, he threw his body into the fray of the battle. Fists flew around him, which he sly fully ducked and dodged. For such a large army, not very many people were doing much. His eyes looked deeper into the battlefield as he saw his commander intense in battle against a changeling. He didn?t recognize the changeling, and he also didn?t look like other changelings. Why did he think of him as a changeling, because he could see in his eyes the same evil leer that he saw on the planet Vegeta.

Pigero turned his green eyes to see a familiar tone in the distance. As he thought, it was one of the men he had made the death bet with. Angered, he looked furiously around to find himself a target to keep up with the bet, but everyone was engaged in a battle, or two. Then his eyes caught sight of a familiar companion, who was wearing the most ridiculous mask ever. It was the elderly man Gohan, and he was firing an exhilarating blast of energy across the field. The man hollered the words ?Masenko? which must have been the key words for the attack. Cocking his head to the side, the boy vaulted through the air toward the old man. His body leaned and drove through the army of fighters, and toward his destination. Arriving quickly at the human?s location, his mouth curled into a particularly large grin.

?Gramps, that?s a nice technique you have!? the boy exhaled, grabbing his chest, not really in pain but rather for the expression, and his eye caught a glimpse of a fist flying in his direction.

Exclaiming a loud curse word, his body ducked down to the ground and he unleashed a heavy heave with his elbow. Connecting to its target, the man?s body froze and staggered backward giving a huge opening for an attack.

?Humph,? Gohan stated, un-amused with the boy?s actions.

The obsidian haired youngster?s arm charged foreword, his fingers sliding into a perilous position. As his brows lowered, a gleaming ball of green ki began to whiz and form at his palm. The daze eyes of the solider who was about to be defeated opened, and he knew his defeat was forthcoming.

?Triangle,? the boy bellowed, the ki exploding larger in his palm. ?CANNON!?

Upon the call of the attack, its energy levels exceeded its standards and ripped through the air. The thoughts of death quickly ran through the mind of the soon to be victim, and it only weakened him. Instead of fuel for the fight, it was a match to the gasoline. One final bang, before all running out. Finally the gleaming ball of death ripped into the exterior of the man, and the boy watched as he was quickly ?done with?.

?Now, Gramps. You were saying?? the boy taunted, sneering at him.

The old man couldn?t help but admit defeat. He had after all, shown an amazing feat of fortitude and power. His glance stayed on the boy, whose eyes widened as he saw something in the distance flying toward him. It was a long beam of energy that?s power highly exceeded the old man?s and the boy?s. The strength of the beam was nearly five times the strength of the boy, in his current state.

?MOVE!? the boy screamed, pushing the war veteran to the left.

Though the move looked stupid, the boy?s arms tensed up increasing his power at an alarming rate. The shade of his eye color began to morph, and turn to a rather light color. Turning from light green, it changed to a bright white. His aura took the same transformation, changing from the light green to a blinding white aura. If a scouter were present, his power would be accelerating at an enormous rate. Capping at around ten times his normal power, the boy?s body collided with the large stream of energy, and he wrapped his hands around it. Burning his hands the boy kept his hands wrapped around the beam of energy until it lost all its power. His body returned to normal, and he paused before looking at his companion.

?I think I?ll just lay-? he muttered, before falling into the grasp of the old man.

OOC-
Okay, I thought it was pretty sexy. Sorry for some bulky paragraphs, but I just wanted it to be good.
Summary-
Pigero has entered the fray.
He met up with GG.
Did some fighting.
Flashed into his Spirtken form for a moment, only to stop a blast that was going to hit Gramps.

More stuff, just read xD

[Reijin]

Everyone had seemed to find their one adversary to exchange blows with. Dismissing the numerous nameless soldiers, the only ones that mattered on this field of battle were those bearing the emblem of the Dante Forces. They were to be the victors. All others bore the visage of the soon to be worm food.

Trained eyes sought out any key points of the battle, finally locking onto a torrent of Dante Forces rushing forth towards a single Syntech warrior, and yet a large number of Dante warriors were lying beneath them, still breathing but unable to fight. Spitting in disgust, the young Saiyan stepped forward, his boots kicking dirt up around him as he moved through the tide of chaos like a knife, cutting deep into the titan known as War.

As he drew closer, he could see that his soldiers were shoving each other out of the way in a manner reserved for the untrained barbarians he expected to meet later in this competition, cheering and yelling cat calls as if they'd found themselves a new prize. "I'd love to tap that!" This phrase stood out above the others as a soldier whistled loudly, clearly having forgotten the entire battle and objective as sexual pleasantries had become their new conquest, judging from the fairly unclothed female warrior taunting them from a rock.

The girl simply reached out her hand, blowing a kiss towards the group and winking at them, seductively calling out to them with a voice of heaven. "Don't go easy on me!" she cooed.

"Yeah, baby, I'll show you a good time!"

The entire battlefield suddenly seemed to go silent as the soldier pushed ahead of the others to only find himself headless, his body suddenly dropping to his knees before falling forward, arm outstretched towards the now blood soaked girl. Everyone stopped in shock, suddenly realizing where they were as the Demon of War strode through the crowd, parting it like water as his eyes locked onto the suddenly not-so-sure girl. He lowered his still smoldering gloved palm and shifted his gaze to the fallen warrior before calling out to the soldiers behind him.

"I believe all of you are here to destroy an army. Those who lose their focus will fall by my hand," his voice flowed in what appeared to be a whisper, although noone in his presence could mistake his words nor their threat. His throat filled with air before expelling itself loudly to ensure them that all could hear. "I will not fight with cowards, children, nor those in doubt of their goals! If you do not wish to be here, do NOT toy with me. I do not want my back watched by soldiers that are unable to focus on the essence of life and death!"

Reijin turned from the girl, having evaluated her as very little threat, and locked eyes with his soldiers, removing any enchantment she may have weaved with them through a simple curdling glare. "Is. That. Understood?" Nods began to move furiously, creating a drum roll of agreement. "Then go take the tower!" he commanded, pointing at the large monolith being erected in the shadow of the falling sun.

Once again the soldiers were falling over themselves, only this time it was in self preservation rather than lust. Reijin turned slowly back towards the woman while grinning wickedly. "Well well we-"

His rosey cheek stung from the slap that he recieved immediately upon looking at her. "How dare you!" she yelled at him. Not taking a moment to understand exactly as to what she was referring, his gloved hand found itself suddenly around her throat, constricting tightly, hoping to choke the life from her while allowing her to suffer.

He lifted her up by his one arm as she struggled, kicking out in futility as his dark raven hair blew in the wind. His eyes narrowed as he studied her for a moment. "You do not have the heart of a black army soldier..." he finally surmissed. "So why are you in here? You are too naive to be in the circle of demons."

He released her throat just enough to allow the tear strewn girl to access precious oxygen for a moment to force out the answer. "I was forced... tournament... drafted..."

Onyx eyes took her in for a moment before cold eyelids covered them for a flickering moment. Turning suddenly, he threw her against the boulder while maintaining his grip, manhandling her. "Your heart is not here, warrior. I shall not allow you to suffer this competition of sinners any longer. You are not yet corrupt," his words judged as he raised his other palm, charging a circle of energy within it for the finishing blow.

As he prepared himself to release the energy charge, a gutteral roar seemed to escape her oxygen ridden throat as a bright aura exploded around her, washing over Reijin with the force of a hurricane. The boulder behind her began to crumble as the grass uprooted itself, rocks flying through the air around them.

Like the beat of a metronome, the Saiyan shook his head, standing strong against the torrential winds and looking her in the eyes calmly. "I am sorry that you had to be found by me so early," he whispered, his grin growing thinly.

In that moment, his vision was filled by a blur and then finally darkness, as he found himself falling backwards to strike the dirt. As he fell, his mind tried to comprehend what had happened. Playing it repeatedly in his mind, his trained eyes had only managed to see the blur of movement of her thrusting the weight of her lower body so that her legs wrapped completely around his face, thrusting him to the ground with her weight as she landed on him sitting on his face.

His hands immedately reached up to grab at what was on him and his hands hit something soft. Something covered in a thin layer of cloth. Then he found himself knuckle punched in the side. "How dare you grab my bottom like that!"

The world suddenly reintroduced itself to Reijin as she climbed off of him and he found breath willingly entering his lungs again. The Saiyan leapt to his feet, red from a mixture of embaressment and battle fervor, screaming back at her. "I want nothing to do with your ass!"

She rose to her feet, gingerly wiping her rear repeatedly before looking back at him. She gave him an angry glare that could boil an egg. "You got blood on my underwear!"

Still fairly red, Reijin found himself wanting to defend himself for a moment. "To be fairly honest, I didn't put that blood there. It landed there from that soldiers head!" he accused, stabbing a finger at the fallen Dante warrior. "Blazes, woman! What's the big deal anyway? You all seem to go through it every couple of weeks, regardless!" His mind wandered back to Videl and her constant scapegoat for her devilish acts of anger.

Shaking himself from his moment of being offguard, he brought his hands up before him. "That should be the least of your worries... You are going to be released from this inferno soon enough," he called to her.

"Then lets actually enjoy a fight before I do!" she retorted, taunting him as he had done her. "And stop flirting with me!"

He stopped a fraction from moving in with his strike to verbally defend himself. "Blast it all, I was not flirting with you!" In this moment, she flung herself into a cartwheel, twisting it into a perfect gymnast flip before landing her shoe into the center of his face. He fell backwards into the sand, catching himself with a gloved palm before pushing himself back into the air to land on his feet. Spitting the dirt from his mouth, he wiped his arm over his opening. "It is decided then," he spoke from behind the deadly arm. "You will die by my hand."

"You keep saying that, but I haven't seen you do it yet!"

Reijin seemed to shift focus for a moment to a time in the past, sliding the image of a short dark haired woman that had burned the aura of a pheonix onto that of a golden haired glorious anthem. "Dammit, Videl, you'll regret that!"

Her eye twitched for a moment to understand the random name that had appeared, but in that twitch he was on her, striking her in the gut and throwing her back a few feet. Her breath had left her once more and she slid across the ground before digging her feet in to catch her position.

[Reijin]

Reijin's assault continued as he charged a quick palm of ki and fired it at her, watching as she swatted the weak balls of ki aside in the air, not realizing that his blasts were only using a fragment of their potential.

He then fired a cluster of six balls at her, blocking her vision as she nimbly stepped through them while batting them harmlessly aside with training. She turned to find him once more in her face, seeing his void eyes fading backwards as he flipped away from her, his feet rising up to catch her jaw before launching her from the ground.

Before she could right herself to land, he sprung off his feet back into the air, twisting around while facing the ground to fire a blast of ki directly at the ground, exploding an opposite slab of rock into the air directly at her.

Throwing her arms around her, the rock slammed into her body before shattering into a thousand shards, bruising her arms before she struck the cold ground. Shaking herself and realizing how serious the matter was, she leapt back to her feet before seeing a large beam of energy strike directly beneath her now leaping form, barely avoiding the loss of her long beautiful legs. She bit down on her lip in the air and chanted her mantra to remind herself that she couldn't give in.

She spun, flinging a bolt of ki back towards him to which he simply clapped his hands and expanded them, reflecting her ki back at her. Her feet returned to their native earth and she slammed her cupped hands together, firing a blast with more power to it. Reijin's palms flashed as his dual ki swords appeared, one black and one gold, one of positive energy and one of the inverse negative. With a rising slash, he split her beam in two and spun to follow it as the two beams washed through a battalion of warriors for both sides.

Turning back to her, he held both of his swords at his sides while smiling. "Where is your true valor? You fight like a little girl!" he chortled, his swords dissolving as he continued to toy with her.

She brought two of her palms to her chest as she glowered at him and they began to glow. She closed her eyes for a moment before her aura flashed white, her eyes seeming to flash with them, and she thrust her hands forward, Multiple beams seemed to expel themselves from her bosom and shatter in the air into a hail of arrows, too small to deflect and too clustered to dodge.

Reijin, however, was once again prepared. He extended his arms while his own aura seemed to expand around him before retreating into two varying fields of energy, before the two merged into a golden and dark weave of positive and negative energy. He held his palms out touching the sides of this energy field as the arrows of ki struck him, absorbing the shards into the shield and increasing its strength.

Eyes slowly flickered open as his smile returned, his tongue popping in the roof of his mouth. "Tsk tsk tsk, little girl... I would have thought you'd know better than to fight a Saiyan on the lone battlefield."

She dropped to her feet and grabbed a large rock, tossing it in her palm a moment like a softball. Giving him a dirty look, she threw it with speed and grace. "The name is Akane Kimidori!"

Reijin's initial thought was that she was throwing another small blast of ki, because after all, who would throw a rock at such a superiour foe? The large rock cut directly through the energy shield and smashed into his eye, causing him to cease his energy field to cup his eye with a gloved palm. It had indeed been a simple rock. "Why you..." he growled, lifting back up to see another series of ki blasts meet him.

Lacking the time to properly erect another Ki Barrier, he simply flared up his aura and charged through it, flashing his Teleportation so that he could appear directly behind her, hopefully catching her off guard. "Lights out, little girl!" he roared, a tiny blade of ki extending along two of his fingers before he brought it to stab at the girl's spinal column, sending an electrical charge directly into her brain and propelling her into oblivion. She let out a gasp, and then finally dropped to the ground, having lost conciousness.

The dark Saiyan stood over her for a moment before turning around, surveying the rush of battle around them. "Lights out... Little girl," he repeated, his dual ki blades extending in his palms.

"My name... is Akane Kimidori!" he heard a struggling voice whisper beneath him. His eyes widened slightly as he turned to look down, seeing her shaking on the ground in a relentless struggle to not give up.

"Will you not just die?" Reijin cried out in irritation, before letting his voice trail off. No. He supposed she could not. She hadn't joined them for the destruction. She had more of a taste for the fight. For the battle itself. Not one blow she'd thrown at him had been a killing strike. She had aimed to subdue him with each attack.

However... Mercy on the battlefield was simply something he could not accept. "I'm sorry that you were thrust into the wrong team, human. Perhaps if you had been accepted into the Dante Forces things would have been different. Unfortunately, you are a Syntech fighter, and have nothing to offer us. Therefore, I must remove you from this ground... Akane," he spoke, acknowledging her battle fury.

Focusing his ki, he aimed at her shimmering hair before a charge of ki rippled through her blade. "Until we meet again," he spoke with finality. Her foot suddenly moved, giving him no warning before it connected with the back of his knee, dropping him in his position in surprise. He let out a small growl of frustration before she leapt to her feet.

"Now will not be the day that I am evicted from here!" she forewarned him.

Before he could rise, she turned, sprinting as quickly as she could into the distance. He charged a blast of ki to fire at her but she nimbly leapt into the crowd, his blast instead blowing a hole through another Syntech warrior. Cursing, he watched for a moment and then rose to his feet. He shook his head, clearing his mind. She would be no consequence to them.

Gazing at the battle, he realized that numerous other Syntech warriors were retreating into the background, granting them the territory to call their own. All was well. Reijin was still not pleased. Akane had escaped him, and he did not control all of Syntech territory. The next time they met, he would solve that issue.

[Vejita I]

The commanders of both titantic groups were engaged in a primitive means of battle. Not an ounce of high-class martial arts skills were conjured during this skirmish, but only the unyielding grasp for survival. Their battle had seemingly shifted in terms of dominance over the day, but with the transformer attaining an unambigous advantage over his nemesis. His power level had indefinitely reserved the title of impressive, but defeat was regarded as no longer an option for King Vejita. The saiya-jins garments were tattered with only the miniature threads barely attaching themselves to his muscular form. Splotches of blood resided upon his inadequate armor that seemed to have sustained its state even through the scuffles it had endured with so such resiliance.

Unfortunately, the saiya-jin warrior was salivating for the blood of this transformer to blemish his defective armor. At this point, he would consider his blood a crown of his butchery and would embrace the unofficial title with admiration. His own blood, however, was all that could be acquired with the thick crimson ooze trickling at a sluggish pace from his lips. In a display of absolute revulsion, his tongue glided delicately to consume it with his lips curling in a delight that was unable to be comprehended by Zarbon.

Both warriors were fatigue with the degree of intensity injected into this battle. All of their endeavors in Dante's Abyss: Conquest were being situated upon this solitary confrontation with the accumulation of their own existences combining with the obligation obtain victory. The commanders had established a decent measure of distance between one another to provide them with equal territory for a short retreat. Their lips were incapable of fastening due to the mass amount of oxygen being practically demanded by them. This was a challenge in itself since the potent scent of death loomed over them to enlighten them of either of their prospects.

Conversion between either parties had been evidently blockaded, primarily King Vejita, since the significance of this battle was scalding itself into his mind. His negative thoughts had fortunately been drowned by the adrenaline and rage spawned from this war. "Humph." Vejita stated with his facial expression being transformed into one of intimidation with wrinkles curving and sprouting all over his auburn face. The wrinkles were definite in amplifying the message that he was relaying to his enemy: fight.

Zarbon's boots were enriched with an unknown source of power, stomping into the bloodied floor of Dante with his fingers curling into his palms. The spherifical design that was composed of his hand was constricted even further while he introduced his utmost strength into the jaw of the former king. The blow was precise in it's coordinates and Vejita's jaw was experiencing an explosion of senses. Simultaneously, his jaw felt as though it had been dismantled with one blow, while his teeth chattered from its power. The Syntech fighter didn't decelerate prior to that offensive, and persistantly commenced to unravel all of his known strengths. Unbeknown to him, Commander Vejita was equally attempting to strategize in this battle, and his muscles swelled from the hatred that brewed in his dimming soul. His knuckles were implanted into Zarbon's cheek bone in a flawless design. The saiya-jin's limb was formed a perfect right angle with his body, and with that format the blow was unparalleled.

"You....think, this is over do you?" The member of the Syntech armies stated with a stagger that could only be contrasted as intoxication. Vejita I resumed his assault with fists being flung forth, but absent with the concern of accuracy. Something had occured however, an unknown occurence seemed to be infecting the arrogance and pleasance that was in his mind. Commands of movements were journeying from his brain to the sensors in his arms, but were discontinued by an unknown power. His pupils were inflated in proportion at the visual before him with his cranium tilting slightly with amazement. Both of the saiya-jin's fist were clasped by the changeling.

It was obvious judging from that accomplishment alone that Zarbon was the superior power in this match, and in that instance he was prevented of further continuing with Zarbon's foot stomping with malicious intent upon the saiya-jin's torso. The blow was capable of so much power, but Vejita had unlocked his most dorment power to neglect being subjected to the floor of Dante. Commander of Dante jerked his cranium backwards swiftly and gazed up above at the changeling. His strands of hair were furiously whipped backwards with only a single strand drooping upon his temple.

His leg swept throughout the region in an unexpected event with Zarbon collapsing to a knee for support once again. King Vejita renounced his position to once again supply his opponent with an ogle, but at this point inching his eyes below him instead. He heaved, and began to bellow such a statement that even it could pierce the reverberation of the war surrounding him. "THE DAWN OF A NEW DAY IS HERE! YOUR GENERALS LIE UPON THE GROUND OF DANTE OR RETREAT AS COWARDS DO. SURRENDER YOUR SERVICES TO THE DANTE CAUSE OR DEATH WILL BE YOUR LAST GIFT."

King Vejita was bold in his invitation, allowing Syntech soldiers to join the ranks of Dante or would be victim to such a mutilating and shameful demise. Only the demons upon hell could imagine such a revolting destruction, infact.

OOC: Officially offering NPC or PCs, to join the ranks of Dante. tankucumagain

[Burter]

Battle End

The sun was rising over the battlefield, which had turned into a game of tag between Dante and Syntech. "Let no man flee!" Was the shout from one of the soldiers.

Atop Fate's Tower, Soldier Spopovich crushed a blue-dressed warrior with his fist, sprawling him backwards. He landed a kick to another, and then threw a third off the tall building with a heart-wrenched scream. "Come and get it!" He taunted.

A saiyan appeared coming from inside the tower. Spopovich moved into a launching stance and rushed at the Dante Commander. This time, however, he was met with the same force he had applied to other warriors. Broli's fist cracked his rib cage, causing his smile to fade to pain.

Down below, Spopovich's body landed with a hard thud near where Lt. Bujin was using a ki sword he found against Lt. Minoshia. The blood lust ushered through them all, pulsing and pounding across their bodies. The ki sparked everytime the blades cracked against each other.

In the end, it was Minoshia who was the more experienced murderer. Bujin's body was sent flying after a slash, cracking into a boulder near another pile of corpses.

It was in the center of the battlefield where everything would finally come to stop. King Vejita raised up a fallen ki sword above his victim. "By this strike, Dante's reign will begin!"

The sword stabbed into the chest of Commander Zarbon of Syntech Corp, causing a quick whimper of pain, and that was it.

































RESULT

King Vejita will begin to have dreams of himself going Super Saiyan.

Bujin, Spopovich and Zarbon are dead

Akane and Bradley (NPC) have been captured. Their fates lie in Dante's hands. Akane has lost access to her army board.

Fate's Tower has fallen to Dante. They gain the area. Map update soon.

[Burter]

Retane's Escape?

Retane rolled into the cave system , narrowly avoiding a sniper shot to his neck. When he spun around, he could see a band of assassains heading towards the cave entrance. Without thinking, he turne and took off further into the caves.

Ki blasts hit the rocky walls around him. He flung back a card from his deck and heard the painful grunt behind him. Still, he kept running.

Retane dropped off a small cliff in the caves into a stream. His ankles disappeared into the water when he landed. He could hear nothing else but the water peacefully wading around.

He was alone.

The Namekian had made it ten steps when a sparkle of light erupted behind him. By the time he turned his head to see, the ki blast from the rifle had turned his leg into a burst of purple liquid.

"Aaaagh!" He cursed as he dropped down to the only knee he had left. Quickly, he raised his head. The soldiers and assassains that had followed him began to appear around him in the cave clearing. Ambushed.

He turned on his one leg to see a changling in blue Dante armor, holding the rifle.

"You!" Retane growled, "Are dead!"

The Super Namekian suddenly lept forward, darkness shrouding his form as he let all the rage loose. The Changling's gun was swiped to the left, though it was held onto, and he took a hard hit to the body. The two hit the ground and the namekian, his strength weakening from the shot, raised a hand.

"If I die, so do you," hissed Retane.

His fist went down.

A bright light sparked again. The first was stopped by a new hand.

"Not today," declared the transformed King Cold. "This is from Commander Vejita."

The changling's ki gun erupted again, blowing apart the insides of Retane.






























RESULT

King Cold has earned his x5 transformation. Retane is dead.