[S][D] Syntech and Dante clash first

[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.