[PS] Bar/Theatre/Arcade

[Retane]

The mercenary turned around, his hand lurching outward, grasping the neck of the puny boy, his other hand caught the oncoming fist, only after it plowed into his sternum. The namekian took the pain and jerked the black haired halfling up to his eyesight. Quickly the long lender fingers started to tighten as Retane stared into the young mans face. A look of determination was shot back at the rogue and it only infuriated the namek even more.

The mercenaries attention was diverted as his eyes looked down to see a massive paw, feeblely claping his ankle. It was Olibu, making a weak, silent plea to let the boy alone. A cruel smile spread across the warrior's visage as a plan to get the 'broken shell of a honorable man' back to his former self snuck into his head. The thoguht was quickly dismissed as an explosion of bright lights went off in the fighters head.

The renegade released his grip and staggered back, toppling over the massive blonde and looked up to see the boy standing over him. The half saiyan looked down, proud of his work, but seemed to want more. The mercenary growled at the pain he felt on the side of his head, knowing he had been hit multiple times in the head by the munchkin. And hard too.

He stood up, ready for a fight only to take notice of a Syntech Official heading in their direction. The kid saw the namek distracted and curious turned to understand why as the woman approached him.

"Hey cutie, are you Goku Jr?"

He answered with a nod.

"You've been selected as an official member in Dantes Abyss please report to the barracks as soon as you can."

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(Flashback)
"What is wrong Retane", cooed the white haired humanoid as he regained his breath and composure, "You seem to be getting weaker."

The mercenary answered by flicking a dagger at his foe. Of course, Enroshia retalitated by catching and returning the dagger at an even greater speed. The mercenary winced in pain as he felt the blade dig deep into his shoulder. The renegade went to pull it out only to find it was lodged deep into bone. He looked back to the elvish warrior, only to see the swordsmen was shaking his head in pity.

The mercneary moved quickly in savage fury, attempting to launch all the daggers in a quick barrage only to learn he had lost the use of his arm. This opnly further enraged the beast as he struggled desperately for some ploy.

Charging up a single Windstorm with his good arm, the mercenary loosed the remaining daggers in rapid possession with his good arm. Not missing a beat the mrogue flung his body around, watching his limparm flip wildly and caught a dagger that shot out of the useless gauntlet. When he turned to face his foe and watch him dodge the blades, he furociously flung the extra dagger and loosed the windblades all at the same time.

The swordsmen attempted to leap, gritted his teeth and took the windblades head-on, getting cut even further.

As the attack passed by the confused Enro looked at the glaring namek then down at the stinging in his foot. The hilt of the dagger jutted out from his boot, lodging him to the unseen floor.

"But ho-", the pale fighter quickly stopped his question as he understood fully what had happened.

OOC: (Meh left your ending open for you GJ.)