Day Two: Morning

[Burter]

Face to Face

Aero, Celipa, Reijin, Vazko

Ever since Bojack and Zangya had left on their own, the duo of Aero and Celipa was being unusually quiet. They had welcomed a quiet newcomer - Vazko - into the group, but it hadn't caused anything to be anymore active. Without the other two peices of the puzzle, things were just dull.

Some ruffling from the side came and Aero stood up, holding the weapon he had around his neck carefully. "Hear that?"

Celipa stood as well, looking towards the bushes she thought the sound came from. "What was it?"

Finally, Vazko stood up. He remained in place on his own little patch of forest as both Aero and Celipa walked forward together. A small clunk came at his feet and he looked downwards at the small object. "Uh, guys..." He said, a little nervous. The two turned around to face him. "This is bad, right?"

Both sets of eyes looked down to see a tiny round object, missing it's tip, laying at the foot of the man named Vazko. They both went wide-eyed and immediately spun around. In mid-turn, an explosion erupted at the saiyan's feet, covering him in orange flames breaking apart the scarred bones.

"Down!" Aero shouted, fucking from the debris of the small explosion, rolling forward with Celipa. The saiyaness remained standing, only bent forward slightly from the pressure of the hit. "Someone's here!"

"There!" Celipa said, pointing her utensil at the intruder.

Standing in front of them was Reijin, a scarred saiyan with the sleeve of one of his arms missing. He had red stains on his stitched up arm, though he appeared to be using it just fine thanks to his encounter with a medical pack. In one hand, he held up a pitchfork, pointed to the sky, and in the other he kept a small beam of ki hovering in his palm. "If you set those down," he used his pitchfork to point at the binoculars around Aero's neck, "I'll let you walk away."

"What kind of arrogant prick are you?" Celipa hissed past her saiyan fangs, knowing damn well what kind of blood ran through the man's veins.

Aero just smirked and twisted the binoculars so they were hanging down his back. "Look bro, I'm a lot of dumb things but a pussy ain't one of them."

Reijin watched carefully as the two warriors in front of him began to summon ki around them. He could feel the wind begin to circulate as their energy level rose, though he hardly even flinched. Aero now sported pointy ears and whiskers while his fingers curled into claws. Celipa had already looked feline, but the crimson aura around her now brought the feature to life.

"Impressive," Reijin noted, "To a doll, maybe. But if you want to play with a superpower, try this on for size!"

As if someone pressed the light switch, Reijin's black hair changed to gold, his white faded aura becoming all the more brighter and shimmering. His intensity and strategic thinking started to fall back to his natural saiyan rage. This was the power he was born to wield. This was Super Saiyan.

Reijin lept forward, spinning his pitchfork to throw Aero off as his feet left the ground, smashing into Celipa's chest. She spun around and hit a tree while Reijin landed firmly on the ground, bring his pitchfork down to miss Aero's head. The feline man jumped backwards, blasting ki forth from his palms to hit at the saiyan warrior, though not getting even close.

Celipa threw two punched at Reijin, both of them getting blocked by a single wrist. Reijin then jolted his opposite wrist forward, penetrating her shoulder with his three-pronged blade. "Cel!" Aero shouted, thinking it had been at her heart.

Thinking quick, Aero lept forward, snatching both his and her bags on his way to Reijin and Cel.

The woman looked deep into Reijin's eyes, peering into the depths of his troubled, confused soul. Person to person, warrior to warrior, saiyan to saiyan. She felt his rage, his sadness, his loneliness and his willingness to kill.

Reijin felt her warm heart despite a fierce saiyan nature. He could see her naive willingness to trust and her optimism that everyone was telling the truth. He could feel a bond to her, both in hate out of competition and in love because of their shared racial blood.

The sudden staring contest was broken as Aero snatched Celipa from the tip of the pitchfork, throwing her over his shoulder with a grunt. Using his cat-like speed, he bounded off in retreat, knowing he couldn't win and he had to make sure Celipa wasn't too hurt.

Reijin, momentarily stunned, made no move to follow. He shook off the feeling and looked to the spoils of the bag left behind.

#04 Vazko DEAD

21 Remain

Celipa has been stabbed in the shoulder/chest by two of the pitchfork prings. Major injury.

No weapons were found