[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Reijin]

"The rules are..." Reijin announced to his men. "THERE ARE NO RULES!" he yelled in battle fervor.

Pointing at the fortress, he tried to rally his men to prepare for the final assault. Now that United had been softened up, it was time to leap upon them and tear the flesh from their bones. They'd marinated long enough. Akane was attempting to incite the troops to a glorious cause as well, but Reijin knew better than to hope for morality issues swaying these men. There was only one goal to accomplish, and that was the goal of decimation. The complete and utter annihilation of the United Army so that they could all get the hell off this planet. He could see as their enemy began to reposition themselves, practically abandoning any sign of defending their fortresses durability in preperation for the second phase of the battle. Dante Forces had suffered more losses in soldiers, and they had arrived with fewer troops as well. This did not put them on a good level with their adversaries, but Reijin also knew that the armies were only as good as their leadership.

Reijin was a Lieutenent of this army. That's all that mattered. They were either going to survive this encounter and emerge victorious, or Reijin would fall in the battle doing as much damage to the enemy as he possibly could. The only thing that mattered was who won in the end. Everything in between was simply the filling.

He'd been to Kala to fight for the planetoid's own freedom alongside golden angel's of crimson against the hellspawned demons that had entered through the rift. He had defeated Satan himself in a one on one battle, easily crushing the high demonic warlord's skull in one blow. He had entered the rift of Hell itself, coming to grips with the knowledge of things that must be done despite his personal feelings on the issues. He'd lost Videl to the demon's powers and he'd vowed to one day repay them the kindness.

"Akane..." he called, breaking her off midsentence in her speech. "We should be ready soon," he announced, looking over to his Commanders. She nodded at him, giggling as she stretched out her arm. "I think he's going to signal our charge with the next few moments. Do me a favor." He looked over at her and gave a bit of a smirk. "Put that pacifism bullshit behind you so you don't get yourself killed, alright?"

The girl simply giggled a bit more. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Killing is wrong in any form, and I'm sure that if I can detain them and control my anger they'll realize it, too."

The saiyan simply spat at the ground. "Doubt it, but we are two different people." He looked over at Broli and Vejita I just as they signaled the charge. Looking back at Akane, he nodded at her. "Time to go in," he announced. She opened her mouth to respond, and it was that moment that the bullet struck her in the throat. Reijin's eyes opened widely in the spanse of the bullet entering her on the left side and emerging in an explosion of flesh on the right. "Akane!" His voice exploded outwards in a very outward portrayel of the bullet itself, a strong wind picking up around the saiyan and lifting his hair around him.

Her last sight one of pain, she fell to her knees before collapsing face down in the dirt. The medics finally took notice and began to yell for assistance, but Reijin was on the ground trying to use his Healing Technique on her already. Attempting to align their auras to enable the healing, he realized that her aura was faded so far that his own simply demolished whatever it touched. "Akane, come on. Now is not your time, dammit. We need you to win this thing!" he growled in anger.

Innocent eyes simply looked up at him and her mouthed opened to speak, but only blood emerged as the girl's eyes faded lifelessly. Her head fell back in his hands, and the blood rolled out of her mouth. His eyes hardening, Reijin immediately set the girl down and rose to his feet, scanning the horizon. He knew that if he didn't distance himself immediately, he wouldn't be able to find the one responsible for this and they'd have time to escape. He could hear as his Commanders took notice but he was already approaching the front lines. There. He saw a small burst from a secluded rock structure and his arm repelled it reflexively as his Super Saiyan aura burst into being around him. His hair a golden fury of flame, his eyes emerging from a black of the void into a more tranquil turqouise, Reijin felt nothing close to tranquility. What he embraced was the cold fury that had entered him, a raging torrent of ethereal energy awaiting its opportunity to sever the spine of the creature within the rocks.

"CHARGE!"

Reijin could hear the call for war, but in his ears only the thunder of death could be heard. He burst out to rush towards the location in the rocks that he'd seen, using his teleportation skills to flash from side to side as weapon fire tried to take him from every direction. A shot nearly struck him in the back but he simply phased away to continue his own charge. He could hear as the battle began in truth a short distance nearby, but his mind attempted to shut it out. He would see the killer dead. His only regret was that he had not allowed himself the moment to reach out with his own killing instinct first.

He reached the rocks and dove to the ground, landing harshly on sharp points as another beam of energy flared directly over him. Growling, he pushed himself to his feet to hear a dark laughter nearby. He spat momentarily, a droplet of blood emerging from the wound he recieved as his jaw hit the rocks. Dust swirled around as his blood struck the cold earth, and he pushed himself to his feet, hunting insticts overtaking him. "Where are you, you son of a bitch..." he growled, looking around. He heard the catapults exploding in the distance, but what his ears were searching for was much smaller than that. He picked up on the sound of a rock being ground into the earth underfoot, and his eyes locked on the location of it. Without moving, he drew back his fist, a pool of golden Super Saiyan energy gathering around it as he cursed loudly. "Dammit!" His fist thrust a bolt of empowered energy forward through the rock structure towards the being responsible, only to strike nothing.

"Coward..." His boots pushed off the ground as he leapt into the air, narrowly avoiding the next blast before he landed next to a sheer rock wall. He ducked back behind the granite and dropped low to the ground, listening quietly for the sound of the being that he knew had not left the area. Two tigers were hunting one another nearby, and he had not even seen the creature yet, but he knew the creature was engineered for fighting, and he seemed adept at hit and run, a very survival oriented creature.