[Namek] The Choice

[Mal Nova]

Maleficus and Frez had been divided, and had engaged in one on one battles. Nova, took a moment once more to access the situation. The numbers game was being played to it's full advantage, and while he had defeated one of the commanders by decapitation, it hardly seemed to have much of a negative effect on the enemy. Still that was one commander down and four to go. Logic told the Imperfect Namkian that capturing one might be good for their allies, but he would only do so if he found it necessary.

Right now though, the Rogue Fiend had a muscular yellow clad warrior to eliminate. The warrior, his clothing being loose, still had a figure of strength, and the yellow bandanna that he war, seemed to be slightly darker then it should. His diaphragm seemed slightly heavier then it should, but the Namek could have been wrong there, and that was their way of normal breathing. He was sure though, his foe was starting to show signs of previous fatigue, and then he had to wonder just how strong Frez was, exactly.

Mal's hand moved to grab his blade, but paused as he reconsidered his thoughts. He needed to know exactly how strong his enemy was, and if they were anything to worry about. He removed his hand and flew at his foe, who in turn mirrored his charge.

The two neared each other faster many below would be able to register. The alien through a punch first, and the Namekian was quick to grab it. The Namek replied with a fist of his own, and smiled as the humanoid caught it. The cyclones, around his forearms still danced wildly, and as the two had their first close stand off the wind expelled, sending their clothing dancing. The Renegade cocked his head a bit from beneath the cowl, and his eyes glared their usual confident, yet eagerness.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Maleficus asked the being that seemed to be not so fluent in common tongue. as his nose slowly came into the sunlight. The being only looked angrier, and it pleased the jade Fiend. "If you can... then you are about to die."

Nova's voice had gone calm, evil and dry. It was almost to unnerve anyone, and even if the rival didn't know what was said, he had to have understood it as a taunt. And it worked too, Nova noted as he became red in the face with anger.

The invader attempted to headbutt the the easy target, that was Mal's nose. Nova. however pulled his head back out of reach and his nails dug deep into the wrist of his opponent, in a flinching manner before releasing as a heavy boot to the sternum sent him flying backwards. The Namek looked down as he haulted himself and saw that the boot had left a soiled imprint on his cloak. It was almost s if it was his target's way of his own taunting. And it seemed to work as well.

The Namek 's head snapped into the direction of his foe in momentary anger, but his eyes looked to the blood covering his hand and dripping down as it rained on top of several unsuspecting victims, mainly invaders. The Jade Warrior's anger and lust for battle flew into a fury then, as wind seemed to exspell from his own being in all directions. His own cloak seemed a bit darker, but the imprint remained. The Renegade looked calmly as the open abs, the muscular six pack of his foe, and wondered how many punches it would take to tenderize them.

The two went at each other again, this time fists of fury and feet of thunder flying. Some blows were blocked, and some landed. It was tit for tat, or whick for whack, in their case, because that's exactly how it sounded. It seemed almost like the two were sparing partners, as they attempted to study each others skills, landing blows here and there. Nova actually did focus more on the gut region of his blows that did land but also threw in a few facial and body part blows just to throw his foe off.

The Namek took a small brush to the cheek, and closed his eyes for a split second, as his image still remained of the invader. The yellow clad warriors free wrist was the one that had been injured, and had been the reason he had splashes of blood all on him. It was prepared to come next followed by a kick form the way the muscles were bent, and ready to strike. Nova figured that now was a good time to show that he wasn't as much of a fist-a-cuff kind of guy. He was more of a cloak and 'dagger' kind of guy.

The foe swung, hoping he had gained an opening, and with a hard nailed slash had removed the entire wrist of his foe. The blood flow that followed splashed and soiled his suit as the hand fell helplessly in a fist. A fist usually meant power, but the Namek had to wonder what a falling fist meant. He grinned and slammed a few more blows into the shocked foe, then spun around with the same bloody hand and dug into the gut of his foe.with his dagger-like hand nails, but he paused near the end, grabbed a soft spongy hose and pulled.

He looked at the intestate, and grinned at his rival before letting it, and the remainder of the uts spill out onto the crowd. The body soon followed.

Maleficus Nova looked down at the rear of the enemy line that had not engaged yet and roared as he finally unleashed the Windstorm cyclones amidt his enemy. His attack had also stunned and sent a-flying the body parts of the commander he had just killed. Screams of horror came from below, but that was a mix of those that realized what was pelting down on them and those dying from the wicked blasts.

Nova only looked down for a moment to make sure that Tamsin was doing fine, and she was, she had shoved a whole line into his single attack and while her face would usually look hurt, she seemed determined. No one could come close to her, He was surprised at how strong she had become.

But he knew what needed to be done."We can win", He started, and his voice carried throughout the battlefield. "This is our home. We are strong! We can handle anything! They are destructible. I've killed two and will kill a third. Can you beat me? How many can you take out?"

Nova was poor at speeches but he had proven his case. He had beaten two commanders and had taken out alot more troops with those blasts he had launched. How great of an effect it would have, only time would tell.

The green warrior turned his head towards Frez, who seemed to be still busy with his own fight, but their slowed movements told him that both had paid attention and were now collecting their own thoughts. The Namekian thought of returning the favor and putting the odds against the Invader, but he wondered how that would affect the morale of the allied militia. Nova sent a telepathic message to his captain, urging him to finish the fight, and do it in a way that would make it almost seem as child's play.

The grey clad Namek understood telepathy and knew all to well what following the lead of Maleficus Nova might accomplish. He didn't question when Mal slipped from view, nor did he take anything for granted. It wasn't a time to be so noble and honorable, when their home planet was being attacked and over run by alien invaders and these men were using the difference of military size to their advantage. So when Captain Frez's foe seemed confused and looked around as if he had heard something, the commander didn't miss a beat and launched a full force attack on his enemy.

The renegade turned his attention on his favored comrade, watching as she wielded her double-edged knives at will. There were two of them, that spun around her and flew in directions when she pointed in this or that direction, while she wielded two other blades in her own hands, These two blades he knew all to well. He himself had given them to her right before they had entered the Land Hidden from Time. They were sharp blades, in which the handle was as it's own, with a knuckle protector to decrease the loss of appendages. The blade itself, extended from the hilt and up, in a crescent moon manner, and it went around, down in front of the fist and a few inches down became something like a sharp pointed fang. The blades, or Crescent Fangs as they had been named, weren't much compared to her Sync Daggers, but they were pretty maneuverable.

The Fangs were near perfect for slashing in any direction they were thrust in, and with a flick of the wrist, could catch the wrong foe off guard as they thought to retreat, only to find they had needed to back another inch, but by then it would be to late.

What amused Nova the most though, was that she was actually killing her enemies. The last he had seen her, she had always been hesitant, and nervous about taking a life. But now, for some reason, each blade seemed to thirst for a new victim.

Her cloak had opened, and there were several more daggers at her beck and call as they rested in her belt, and the Dark Fiend had to wonder how long before she pulled those ones out.as well. ON her outfit she wore a female version of his own attire, his own Horsemen Emblem adorning her chest area as it intertwined with her Servus insignia. How beautiful and full blossomed she'd become since she had last seen her, yet more experienced and warlike.

He shook his head as he remembered her innocence. How she would follow him to hell and back if she had to, and yet still, the look in her eyes would still show joy and happiness. She had seemed eager back then. But the look in her eyes now, seemed a lot less joyful. She just seemed darker. And it was Maleficus Nova and his failure that was to blame for that. He shook his head once again and let his head droop low as he hovered there, the war continuing in the area while he started to drown in his own sorrow unseen and unheard of.