[01] Forest Sector FIGHT

[Mal Nova]

Ironic. It really was. The two that had similiar intentions and realizations of the contest stood only feet in front of each other. The Emerald Warrior's eyes gazed upward to watch the the wave that was sent from the back of his collar, collide with his counterparts. The waves then spread their milky white translucent aura outward, rapidly expanding out of eye sight of the two contestants. It was obvious two the two that they were now locked into their station and had been chosen to oppose one another.

They both had come of their own free will, with promise of honor and prosperity, along with the glory that could come with the title of 'Dante's Champion', though their motives were different. She had come to restore her own personal pride, and he... he came just to win; To make a name for himself.

They were both Legacies, both had family that had been to te Abyss and back, and both had knowledge of the rules. Neither one trembled at the thought of killing the other. It was what they had signed up to do, But, somewhere subconsciously at the least, they both were distracted. Xenia's very own blood relative, her sister, was also elsewhere, trapped in a stasis field with her foe. The Namek, as well, felt a burden upon himself, as Tamsin's innocence and saftey lingered on his mind.

He knew if she died, or killed another, that she would forever be changed. He had seen it happen to himself after all. He gave a smirk though, as his eyes averted from the fresh dark sky. He had made the awkward dressed teen, a blue and white french maid outfit, promise to come back to him. She'd do it, as it was her job. And if she didn't...

He gave a shudder trying to imagine how depressed she might be.

His grim visage fell upon the beautiful blonde, young in her adult years, and blonde. Her face however, resembled one that he had met before, but he couldn't make it. His mind raced through the few important people he had met, yet, he couldn't put a facial recognition on her. He cared little, as he had to fight her no matter what, and he was staring at the barrel aimed at him.

Her gun wasn't the same as his own. Her's was designed as an assault rifle and from a fast glance he assumed that at her range, he was minced duck. "How many booms can it fire in a single second", He openly asked.

"Let me show you", Was all he heard. Her finger pressed against the trigger and a rapid spray of energy showered his direction. Maleficus Nova, Controller of the Wind, held his stare, and saw to it that the energy shots went off in ever direction, but their intended target. Xenia looked with a wary eye, and gritted er teeth. She thought the weapons accuracy was way off, but the Imperfect Namek had caused it all, using a sphere of wind to send the blasts of energy elsewhere, ruining the threes with each blow.

Had Maleficus Nova, the Spawn of Retane, and blood trait gifted warrior, actually been birth by any other, he might have really cared about the forest life. But the renegade didn't. Not while he was defending himself at least. After the rapid fire of the assault rifle paused, Nova made his move. He slipped his own grey, Ki Rifle over his head and charged head on, at the female. She, having had overheated the power core of the projectile weapon, stared at iot for a moment when it failed.

Nova grabbed the barrel, hard, to deter the weapon from being pointed at point blank range, and he quickly pulled back, as he 'yelped', hollering, 'Shit'. He looked at his hand, instinctively, and himself and the blonde female saw the swelling and darkened color ot the wound come up. Maleficus looked then, into her orbs, and saw that she was as much as in awe as himself. His visage didn't change, until the last split Second; His Lip curled and his right hand, his uninjured hand, cold cocked her in the jaw.

Her body only slammed through one tree, one that Nova had to move out of the way of, before she caught herself. As the timber hit the ground, sending a slight quake towards the nearby area, the Saiyan let out a ravaged growl of her own. She kicked up in flight and responded in kind with a hail mary punch, but it missed.

Or so the Rogue thought.

Something drove into his back, barely missing his left lung, but still tearing into muscle. His back arched in pain, leaving himself vulnerable, and he got a power house bitch-slap for the weakness. He heard a snap as his body went flying, the object that had impaled him, splitting in two as if it was stationary. Iy was then that he really knew that Tamsin would be a great help retrieving the alien penetration of his flesh. She might could even sew the wound up.

But she wasn't there.

He let out a snarl and jerked himself about to let his right side slam into the huge evergreen. He would have attempted his frontal region, but that meant taking the blow to his face and also risked the puncture wound going clean through.

He leapt out the way of the second collapsing tree, and turned back, a snarl of pain and anger on his face. His arms engulfed with the viscous Fiend Wind, a technique that mimicked, if not bettered, one of his own father's. He slammed his arms together, with a swift movement, sending both the tornado slicing waves at the foe at a single time.

Her smirk, arrogant in thinking that a bit of wind couldn't really phase her, soon faded as she felt the slicing cuts of energy along her body as the vertical cyclone tried to drill through her. She let out a manly holler as her pain temperament neared it max and it brought a smile to the pain stakened Imperfect Namekian. He paused though, his follow through halted as he observed his foe after the assault. Part of her leather clothing had been cut away and a single nipple showed. The breast and cleavage clearly to be seen as well.

Nova had to chuckle and point it out, and he did, describing the scene as he had seen in the archives, the ones that erected the human males, "Hardcore Porn."