[O][D] The Battle for Sanguine Castle

[Burter]

Battle Statistics

Outcasts: 553 Combat Soldiers, 200 Guards, Castle Advantage

Dante: 2263 Combat Soldiers

Winner takes the square. If Cell Jr falls, so do Outcasts

Pre-Fight phase starts now, lasts 1-2 days

[Broli]

This was it. This was the final showdown between Dante and Outcast. Cell Jr. was the only acting officer left, the rest of his superiors dead and gone from previous excursions. And now, there he stood, barricaded within the castle of Sanguine. His soldiers watched on nervously as the enormous Dante force stood in formation on the edge of the battlefield, just out of sniping range. Broli walked along the back of the formation, watching as a group of his men continued their construction of the tools that would be necessary to breach the castle?s defenses.

Broli?s king came to his side. ?What do you think?? Vejita I asked, eyeing the massive building before them.

Broli shook his head. ?I?m not sure if there?s going to be anyway for us to do this that isn?t going to cost us a great deal of the soldiers? lives, if not ours as well.? Burori spat to one side, pulling from his pocket a white cloth. He tied it to the end of a wooden pole, and with a nod to his king, he began walking towards the castle.

The men of Dante held their breath, the siege workers dropping their tools as they watched in anticipation. Broli waved the white flag above his head as he stepped towards the castle. Though his face was firm with resolve, his insides were screaming for him to turn back, to not take a further step.

As he reached a point between the forces of Dante and Sanguine Castle, he slammed the pole into the fresh earth.

?Men of Outcast!? His voice was carried into the air, booming to the ears of both sides. A nervous sniper squeezed his finger, a single shot crying out. Broli side-stepped it, swatting the ki away with his hand, clenching his teeth irritably as he began again.

?Men of Outcast! Dante stands before you today, ready to take your castle from you. We took Hyperton, a fortress defended far greater than Sanguine, and we have survived to come to you this day with a proposal. I want simply Cell Jr. I want the small, scared alien shivering in the deepest room of your Castle. Will you not answer my request? Surely, you share the same distaste and contempt for your Commander, the same distaste that caused the Bajir and Outcast Forts to step aside! Surely, you possess the same revulsion that caused Oblivion Tower and the Lethe Supply Checkpoints to both perform a coup and join under us!?

Broli held his open hands before him. ?We didn?t come here to fight you. We simply want Cell Jr. You all know that you can?t win against us, not with our numbers, not with our methods, and not with a United army two-thousand strong coming to assist us. Why give your lives today? Why sacrifice yourselves for Cell Jr.? He is no Android Seventeen! Seventeen was a valiant warrior, a warrior that I could see in him why all of you chose to fight for him.?

?But now,? he took a step forward. ?Now, Seventeen is gone, and a man deserving no respect, deserving no loyalty or servitude, a man of cowardice has taken Seventeen?s place. Will you fight for him?! Or will you hand him over to us?! Give him to us, and I assure you, with the word of my being, that every single one of you will live today. Now, when I walk away from here, your Commander will attempt to prove me wrong. He will say whatever is necessary in order to spur you all to fight, in order to motivate you to keep him alive. Keep in mind that I said in order to keep him alive, not you alive. Whatever he says, that?s fine. But keep in mind what I have told you today.?

The Saiya-Jin lifted the flag from the ground, placing it on his shoulder. ?I await your reply.? With a bow, he trekked back to the Dante camp.

Vejita sat in a chair, leaning back with his hand against his chin. ?What now??

Broli tossed the flag aside, looking back at Sanguine. ?Now, we wait and see what they do.?

[Grandpa Gohan]

Gohan still had pain from the horrible blast at Hypertron a few days prior. Though his physical pain was just a fraction of the emotional scarring that the he had also received. A fierce fiery hate resided amongst a mix of other emotions the old man had been feeling since the explosion. King Cold, someone who he had fought with against Justinian. Pigero, who had saved the elderly human from a devastating blow against a Syntech soldier, his comrade. Both of them were dead.

The time of battle against the last of the Outcast Forces was quickly drawing near. This only lit a fire under the old mans ass, even though he was still in much pain from the past encounter. Gohan had heard that Cell Junior, now the leader of Outcasts was some sort of bug, and could not help but think that if that were the case, the old man would simply have to squish him.

Dante was not going to rush into this battle like the prior. Gohan had heard that Commander Broli had been most upset about how Dante had lost half its force in the fight for Hypertron. The elderly human knew full well that Broli had something up his sleeve, though he, nor Vegeta I revealed it to anyone.

Once this battle was over, Dante would still have to annihilate the United Army that had helped them in their battle against Outcasts.

Conquest had changed what the old man had become, from a simple hermit living on his own, to something much worse. When he was younger, Gohan set off to learn martial arts from the greatest teacher of his time, Roshi. Roshi had accepted and trained him. The old non-transformer was not able to learn the Kameha-wave though. He didn?t fret though, continuing his life. He was able to acquire many other techniques, and he had learned many other styles of martial arts.

Dante?s Abyss had changed the old man into a mass murderer. This was something Gohan had came to realize over his stay in the tournament, though the constant battling gave him little time to ever come to terms with it. The old man was going to use this to his advantage, he was going to murder again, and this time he was going to make sure that he murdered Outcasts in its entirety.

OOC: Not my best, but eh. This is mostly to avoid collar explosion >_>;

[Warako]

Broli addressed Sanguine Castle from the grassy land which he stood, he spat out his ramblings of propaganda hoping to create a layer of distrust amongst the men of Outcast who were already heavily shaken from the battle at Hyperton Fortress.

?Bah,? grumbled Cell Junior as he looked from one of the numerous sniper slots looking over the Dante man addressing his men. That must be that Broccoli fellow, sounds just like he did on that note he sent me at Memory Village. At least now I know whom to look for in the midst of the battle smirked CJ as he shook the smirk off of his face and continued to listen in on the Dante Commander.

After all was said and done by the Leader of the Dante Forces, he departed heading back to his army of Dante as the standoff will continue for now?

It was up to Cell Junior now on what to do, surrender and save his men or stay and fight to death? The winged Outcast leader pondered on it and shook his head in frustration. ?No, I will not be surrendering, and neither will any of you,? growled Cell Jr. ?Maybe I?m not as great of a leader as Seventeen, but I?ll be damned if he talks about our deceased leader now. He wants us to give up without a fight? After very well killing off our leader and fellow teammates at Hyperton!? shouted CJ as he continued his ranting.

?This is Sanguine Castle, built in the name of the Outcasts, not in the name of Dante, why give it up without a fight? I know I didn?t join this contest to get pushed around by Dante and have them treat us like insignificant creatures, did you?? By now, Cell Junior was walking around the Castle of Sanguine as he kept his speech loud and clear for all of his men to hear. ?How would your beloved soldiers and former leader Seventeen along with his cabinet of Kid Buu, Super Buu and Kakarot feel if you guys didn?t defend the remaining stronghold of Outcast with all you got? Their deaths would be in vain and the fight at Hyperton would be meaningless to just surrender now.?

The freckled creature stood on a ledge as he looked over his soldiers, ?I?m no proving leader as I took over after Seventeen was killed at the hands of Dante along with the rest of the Outcasts at Hyperton, but there?s no way for me to prove you guys to believe in me as it happened so fast, but everyone here fought at Hyperton, we saw what Dante did and what they?re capable of doing, I?m going to prove to you I?m a damn good leader, by standing here and shouting for Dante to come drag me out of here if they want me so badly!? roared CJ as he kept his speech going.

?Why do you think the Dante leader came to ask for us to surrender? They act as if they can crush us easily yet look,? CJ pointed out across the Castle at the Dante Forces, ?They stand across from us and not moving one inch closer to us. They know damn well attacking us in our castle will be in our best interest as we won?t lose here, I?m make sure of that!?

?No one will make me shiver in fear, I?m staying here and Sanguine Castle will not fall!?

The castle roared through cheers and applause as the men of the Outcasts were poised for their final stand and up above was Cell Junior watching waiting for Dante to attempt to break in.

?Show me what you got Commander Broccoli,? stated Mr. Cell Junior.


(Just took some medicine, going to bed now, seeing you tomorrow morning Dante. =D)

[Vejita I]

Day 32. The days dwindled at a sluggish pace with the hours blurring together. Time was a unfocused upon in the process of sacrificing your well-being and in this instance, the thousands of lives upon your very shoulders. Their was no dramatic speech unleashed from the unzealous lips of the saiya-jin commander, infact, not even a word that be formulated in his brain to describe this event. The implication of significance in this battle was not exchanged between commanders, but both were aware of the circumstances at hand.

Dante forces were diverse in their beliefs now, no longer relishing in the brilliance of their invulnerability. Instead, their faults were acknowledged through the battle of Hyperton Fortress with the masses of their troops being slaughtered with disregard to mercy. Sanguine Castle was however a symbol of this group's abilities to reconcil their bravery and to omit all of their misfortunes. Death or failure could not be deliberated, but only the inevitable success in battle.

Vejita I peered with his eyes inching to sustain visuals of the castle before him. Deprivation of sleep had affected his mentality and it was shown with every defining wrinkle underneath his eyes. With his pupils splotched of crimson, he envisioned the possibility of victory in the dorment layers of his mind. Succession was demanded upon by him, and he demanded it from his soldiers as well. The structure however seemed to gawk above him with menacing intent, providing slight doubt of his groups power in this battle. His fingers glided eagerly down his auburn chin to rummage throughout the mane.

Vejita's stance could only be percieved as a high-ranking officer, and he was almost commanding of his own assassination to the members of the Outcast army in doing so. However, the shabby attire he was dressed in was conflicting with this assumption. He positioned himself only inches between the suggested markings of "sniper range", almost taunting Cell Jr and his unit in the process of these idle moments.

The commander's aura was shaded with the combination of bizarre colors; the gold, crimson, and dim tent all reminders of the variations of power he once withheld: Kaiou-ken, super saiya-jin, and this undying hatred that was accumulating. He denied the urge to relinquish his position and only presented a daunting expression with his lips puckering to the brisk air. Although he was unwilling to express his typical motivational speech to the immobile forces of Dante, his rebellious nature was sufficient. King Vejita, even in his unenthused state, was almost tempted to march into the Outcasts castle and yield all strategy to devour the cowardice soul of Cell Jr, forever.

The faces of his fellow soldiers still were attached to his every thought; obviously the darkness dwelling in his soul had yet to be called upon. However, its presence was almost certain of introduction while it could only assemble the control over Vejita as it did so in Hyperton. The scent of war was tingling in its nostrils, provoking it of its splendor. The saiya-jin, unfortunately, could only express glee for its awakening.

OOC: I'll post actually fighting later today. =O

[Broli]

OOC: Cell Jr, I just want to take a moment to describe the setup of Dante just so you can be able to better respond when it comes time for you to roleplay. I?ve cleared this strategy with Burter, and I want to make it official so that you can understand what?s happening. Of the siege weapons that Dante has, we have several dozen ladders, five battering rams, and ten towers. We?re approaching Sanguine from its eastern wall. Two battering rams and five towers will attack the south of the gate at the eastern wall, and the rest will attack north. One battering ram will be attacking the gate. Now you know where to defend incase my RP makes it confusing.

?Dante,? the Commander began, his hands at his hips as he looked to the ground. ?Everything I can say, you?ve heard before. You know all of my tirades of glory and honor. You know what I expect from you today. So, allow me to give you all one last inspiring speech.? The men listened attentively, by now holding enough respect for Burori to always listen at the first sign of his speaking. ?It?s been a pleasure battling all of you. Some of you won?t make it out of here alive. You?ll be disqualified and you?ll go back to your lives. I say to you this ? go back having made something of yourselves. If you die today, die having made every single person, spectator and warrior alike, aware that you are a soldier of Dante and that you fought to your very last! If you go home today, go home proud, knowing you proved yourself today, that you proved yourself in a way that no one could deny you. Do you understand?!? The soldiers nodded, their Commander?s words flowing in their minds. He took a step forward. ?I asked if you understood!? They straightened their backs, roaring a ?Yes, sir!?

?Give the order, then!? came the final words from Burori?s lips. There was no turning back now. Broli had taken the time to carefully plan each and every step of this invasion. Day Thirty-Two had brought him at Sanguine Castle?s gates with an alienoid commander barricaded within. This was the last stand for Outcast. This was their final chance for survival. Would they be able to overcome the massive force of Dante? Or would they fall brutally and bloodily?

The Saiya-Jin Commander nodded to his men, a series of orders following out between officers. The men began to push, and the siege weapons were on their way. Half of the entire force waited at the camp while the first half filed behind the cover of the siege weapons. Men attempted to filter behind the towers as well as the battering rams, using their thick planks for cover. ?Once they?ve established a foothold, the rest of us will move in. I want you to move in with Lieutenant Akane and lead the men,? the Commander furthered to his Lieutenant, Reijin.

He sighed, knowing that certain death awaited some of his men. Still, he knew that those who died wouldn?t go home disappointed. They had been given the opportunity to be part of a team that had as of yet been undefeated, and that was an honor that they would never lose. It was an honor that they would tell their family and friends of for the rest of their lives, of the time that they participated in the Dante?s Abyss: Conquest event and chased the Outcast force to destruction. It would make for a good bedtime story, Broli knew.

The first shot from a sniper rifle signaled the beginning of the battle. The men of Dante struggled to remain behind the towers and battering rams, the ladders having been as of yet left in the Dante camp. A line of men fell to the earth, their souls vanishing from their bodies and returning to their once ever-so-peaceful lives. A second series of sniper shots rang out, claiming another handful of men. Still, Dante was ever vigilant, pushing with their siege weapons with all their might. Got to get to the wall? One soldier thought, his face against the backside of one of the towers. His eyes remained tightly shut, the sound of gunfire rushing about his head. Just need to get to the wall?

The first few siege weapons reached the wall. Unfortunately, they had only touched the tip of the iceberg, and a long battle had only begun to occur.

OOC: Wasn?t very good, but started nonetheless. Siege weapons are moving to the wall, some already reaching it.

[Warako]

Time seemed to have stopped, but not fully as if all the men were in slow motion and Cell Junior was free to move about will. Standing from his previous spot on the sniper?s ledge of Sanguine Castle, CJ continued watching Dante waiting for that moment. The moment of truth, the moment everyone took their last deep breath of anxiety.

With every heartbeat of the Outcast Leader, the more the tension built. Cell Jr. was unsure of Dante?s plan of strategy, but in the given situation there were only so few options for them to take. Still nonetheless, it was CJ?s job to plan accordingly and come up with the best plan for his teams final stand to victory.

Knowing that his team currently doubted him and that winning this battle would be a miracle, Cell Junior acknowledged the fact that in this case, the best strategist would win out as this is no flat grassy plain of fight to death but rather a barricaded castle of opportune strikes.

Gathering his brand new second hand men, the winged Outcast leader sat discussing possible strategies to apply in hopes of a victory. After some time, when all was said and done, the men shook their head in agreement and made their way around the castle spreading the plans and giving each group their objective rundowns.

Cell Jr. of course went to his self-designated area, the front lines. He knew the only way to get his men to support him was to be one of the first ones to make contact with the Dante enemies when they came barging in. But being with the Outcasts soldiers for the front lines could prove to be the downfall for Sanguine Castle as well. For if Cell Jr. was to fall, could he rely on his fellow men to continue fighting no matter what?

There was no way for CJ to know what will be occurring behind him and throughout the Castle once the battle starts, all he could continue hoping for was that his men would fight and that they will not scatter at the first sign of breakage of the front lines or bloodshed from their tiny leader.

However the case, the sounds of battle were about to begin, as it appeared Dante was in full gear and beginning their final push against the Outcast army with their siege weapons. Numerous amounts of towers, ladders, and rams (oh my?) were inching closer to Sanguine Castle, as behind them was the army of Dante with there war cries beginning and team flags high in the air.

The cerulean non-transformer waited, for now that is all he can do in his part, as his men had their objectives given to them, he could only hope they go according to plan, and soon enough he will find out.

As the siege weapons came closer to closing the gap between their destinations the snipers of the Outcasts ran out along with their battle cries as the first blood had been spilled, and luckily, it was not of the Outcasts. With each shots fired from the snipers of Sanguine Castle, Dante Soldiers had fallen, how many was unknown as there was no time to track kill count.

As the siege weapons reached the Castle of Sanguine it was unsure if they were damaged enough to prove to be no longer operational but for CJ his day of reckoning was about to begin as a siege ram of Dante had arrived. For the winged leader, all he could do was draw his cerulean energy sword and wait patiently for the two armies to collide so the Outcast Leader can go about looking for the one he wants.

[Nori]

Akane was sleeping peacefully in a medical tent behind enemy lines, against her wishes; held captive against her will by a medical atheistic. Despite Reijin?s healing of the teenager the doctor assumed that she should stay away from the battle and rest for several weeks, so that her body could fully return to its peak condition. Only one physical wound was on her body, the one that she had entered Dante Conquest with. Her wound from the fight with Pigero had reopened in the battles aftermath, a sharp stone piercing her right shoulder blade. It was a minor injury to her, hardly worth the time away from the battle.

?Honestly doctere Ragneroshhh, I feal fine.? Spoke the heavily sedated Akane Kimidori, her struggles to get out of the bed hypnotically sluggish and sharp acted. Rolling off her bed she collided with the chest of the medical man, knocking him on his butt as she rolled on top of him; effectively knocking him out. Laying sprawled out on her back the golden haired angel giggled to herself, kicking her feet back and forth; drifting off to sleep, knowing no more.

Waking up seconds later the female heroin rose to her feet, shaking off the coils of drowsiness. Running out of the tent she tripped, a rather unfortunate event as the medical tent was situated on a hill. Rolling down the slopes she made gleeful sounds, the rush of the wind as she rolled enough to make her drift off to sleep, once more.

Slam

Waking up Akane was delighted to see that she had slammed into the leg of Broli, her leader. Laying on her back she stared up at him, saluting diztfully.

?Reperting for duti Generl Brooli.? She giggled at the word Duti, her golden eyes staring up at him.

[Burter]

The castle doors have been busted open by the seige weapons.

Ladders have reached the castle walls and soldiers have begun flooding onto them in melee combat.

Moving towers carrying Dante soldiers are getting closer to the walls.

[Broli]

The stalwart warrior couldn?t help but manage a smile. His men had done far more than he had expected. In a short amount of time, before the towers could even reach the walls, the main gate had been broken open with little to no resistance. ?That?s the signal!? Broli roared, holding his hand in the air. ?This is it, men! This is our destiny! For Dante!? The Commander unleashed his own yawp of Saiya-Jin might, rushing forward with fist held high, his remaining troops joining him in a series of cheers. Half of the army had been held at the camps in order to minimize fatalities when attempting to take the wall. Now, a thousand men strong were moving to reinforce the Dante army working to overtake the Castle.

?Go right through those gates and right down their throats!? Broli pushed with his men, and as they reached the wall, those who had already been entrenched in furious fighting couldn?t help but breathe sighs of relief at the sight of troop reinforcements. As the Dante reinforcements reached the wall, several immediately took to climbing the ladders to secure perimeters on the flanks, while other warriors, Broli included, took to the destroyed gate. Broli picked up an energy sword from a fallen warrior in one fluid motion, never ceasing his speed as his fingers wrapped around the weapon.

A Dante soldier roared at the gate entrance, waving the blue flag, eyes wide with the fury of battle. It was through this gate that the most soldiers were capable of pushing through, as the towers had yet to reach the walls. Broli threw himself into the fray of soldiers, his momentum and sheer size knocking down three Outcast soldiers. His men came to his aid, all of them pushing to gain the upper hand.

It was the bluish, alienoid creature that the Saiyan?s eyes caught amidst the combat. It was the Outcast Commander, Cell Jr, who held his position at the front line as he helped to maintain the defense against Dante. ?Cell Jr!? Broli announced, holding his sword in the air. As if fate itself was screaming out, an explosion erupted from behind the Saiya-Jin as he lifted his sword.

?Is it time we finished this?? The Saiya-Jin pointed his sword at the Outcast Commander.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Dante had penetrated another one of Outcasts defensive positions, though this time it was their castle, Sanguine. Gohan had taken on a somewhat new attire for this battle. The blue vest, which had the circular patterns, was now discarded. His traditional Chinese top, still remained but instead of it being an obsidian color, it was a glittering white. He left his top unbuttoned so that friend and foe alike could see the scar that ran diagonally along his chest. The tear in Gohan?s skin could be seen running along his body. It disappeared behind the bandages that covered the elderly humans abdomen. His pants and shoes were still black, and complemented the silver top. Not to mention he still had his black puffball hat.

The biggest difference however, was that the kitsune mask that he?d worn throughout the competition was no longer covering his face. Instead however, it rested on the back of his neck, held by its string. Gohan knew that Pigero had liked the mask, ever since he bought it; the young child thought it was cool. For some reason however, Gramps could not bring himself to wear the mask this time, he wanted to, but something inside him would not let him do it.

Grandpa Gohan was one of the many soldiers that hit the castle with Broli. After a short while Dante finally busted through the main gate. They were met with many of the remaining Outcasts. Commander Broli was leading the charge, and the aged human was right there with him, pushing into the sea of outcasts.

The tides were slowly turning, now it was time for the real battle to begin. Gohan enjoyed throwing himself into a fray of opposing soldiers and dissecting their squad till it was nothing, then moving on to the next. The elderly man did exactly what he wanted to do; he threw himself into a group of outcasts and quickly started to work.

Quickly Gohan got on the offensive, not wanting to put himself into a position where he would have to play defense the entire time. He cracked one of the more normal looking Outcasts solders in the jaw with a swift stern fist, sending him spinning into another soldier. Both men collapsed. The elderly warrior now looked around. He was surrounded. ?Well, I can?t say that this looks good, but it should be fun nonetheless.? Gohan laughed.

With that the circle of warriors started to enclose around Gramps. ?Foolish? he muttered, and then dropping down he spun around, tripping the first ?circle?. Like dominoes the collapsed backwards, falling into other creatures.

Boom.

A large explosion erupted from nowhere. Quickly looking around to find out where it originated. It did not take the old human long to find out where it had came from, but in the process of looking for it, he did see something that was far more interesting than these lowly solders. Off in the distance Commander Broli was facing off against the Outcast leader, Cell Junior.

?Sorry boys, I got much bigger fish to fry? the old man announced the solders that were starting to surround him again. He had lost interest in these soldiers, and now only desired to fight the small creature that led Outcasts. ?Still want to play, eh?? Gohan questioned. He already knew the answer though, and quickly focused his energy in both his hands. Two white orbs of energy came into view rather quickly; the old man was tired of playing around, especially with these?creatures. ?Then I?ll simply carve a path through the lot of you!? exclaimed the old man, throwing one of the energy balls into the face of a android looking figure.

The ball exploded, beheading the droid. Wasting no time Gohan rushed forth to where the droid was, using his falling body as a step latter he leapt into the air. Turning around he through the other ball into the crowd. A small explosion erupted where the ball had landed. The elderly being focused once again, after all, he now had a chance to exact revenge on Outcasts.

As his feet hit the ground he was surprised how close to Broli and CJ he was.

?Commander.? He announced.

Broli turned, hearing the voice of the old man. ?What is it??

?I request that this battle be mine sir, for Pigero, for King Cold, For every other Dante soldier who died at Hypertron in that explosion.? His voice, filled with angry, passion, sadness.

The saiya-jin commander looked into the eyes of the old Captain, his eyes filled with passion and hate.

?Okay.? Was his only response.

Grandpa Gohan quickly assessed the small blue alien; he noticed the cerulean energy sword that he carried. As if on cue a sword flung from a now dead solder struck the ground before him. He placed his hand around it, and pulled it from the earth. ?I am now you opponent, Junior? implying both his name and age at the same time.


OOC: Sorry if it seemed like I god modded those soldiers, I was playing them as fairly weak, but I know some people wont read it like that. CJ, I look forward to facing you =)

[Reijin]

Overlooking the battle, Reijin could be seen twisting his arm around in an attempt to pop his shoulder out of its stiff joints. His arms were still a bit sore, but overall he had healed well, and his Saiyan body structure had begun converting the pain into pure adrenalyne so that he could use it in the upcoming battle. He saw Saiba squirming in the bag in front of him a bit until he finally kneeled down and unzipped the bag, letting the little creature out. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" he suggested to the creature.

The Saibaman jumped up and cheered before diving into the fray, leaping from a tall hill to land in the midst of the fighting. Reijin rose back to his full height and thought back on before, on the different people that had fallen in the fights before. He remembered something about Minoshia having encountered Raditzu in the center of the Unforgiven Plains, but he never returned from that encounter...

It was quite possible that Raditzu had killed Minoshia, something Reijin felt everyone was hoping to overlook. His eyes hardened as he surveyed the war. "It's a war, and we are going to win this event." His aura burst around him suddenly, bending back trees and throwing rocks into the air as his raven hair fluttered from the pressure.

Bursting forward, Reijin leapt into the midst of the soldiers with full intention to kill.

(OOC: I'll make another one as soon as I get off work. My fiance's dad just got put in jail, so I recieved a lot of interruptions over this last hour while trying to type this, and I've got to get to work now since I'm late. Whatever happens happens.)

[Warako]

With a crashing roar the gates of Sanguine Castle came crumbling down symbolizing the possible future of one of the two armies. At this time it was still unclear which army it would be, but overwhelming, the Dante Forces easily outnumbered the Outcast soldiers at nearly four squaring off to everyone Outcast.

This worried the Outcast Leader none, as he continued to stand in his defensive posture as he did at Hyperton Fortress, waiting for the Dante men to come budging into his home and into his face.

Cheers of Dante roared out as the gate fully fell and the siege weapon of Dante casted a shadow over the archway striking fear in the hearts of many Outcast soldiers. Seconds later, the roars became louder as Dante came crashing over like a tidal wave against the side of a vessel.

This was it?

Agony from both armies cried out louder than any battle cry from the armies and all was ringing in the ears of men were the pain and suffering of their fallen comrades. Some were disoriented as they attempted to collect themselves and get their head back into the fight. Some unfortunately lost their heads before they could collect it.

However, despite all the anguish being bellowed out, Cell Jr. seemed to have been unaffected from the cries as he personally took the cries as a boost to keep him going, to never die, to make sure the Outcast flag would wave again.

?We will not die here!? roared the winged Outcast leader as he kept his defensive posture going gliding his cerulean energy sword through the foolish Dante members who dared to step up to him. With each one fallen, the more that stood away looking for other means of entrance, it wasn?t until a blonde hair Dante man who was obviously not the average soldier had crossed over the Sanguine Castle debris and had entered the fray calling out a ?Cell Junior!?

The cerulean-shelled warrior smirked as it was fortunate enough for the Dante leader to come to him, saving him the trouble of searching for him himself.

The Dante leader directing his sword at the Outcast leader had only one thing to say, ?Is it time we finished this??

Cell Junior, with his cerulean energy sword in hand, smiled, ?You read my mind.?

Sticking to his favored self-protective stance the winged midget stood waiting for Broli to leap forward.

However an old man appeared nearby increasing the downtime between the soon to be fight of the two leaders, the man called out, ?Commander,? catching the golden hair soldier?s attention. ?What is it?? barked the human as he eyed the old man down.

The old geezer spat out a little rant, ?I request that this battle be mine sir, for Pigero, for King Cold, for every other Dante soldier who died at Hypertron in that explosion.? Cell Junior by now was visibly annoyed, ?Come on you old timer, you?re holding up our fight.?

The human Dante commander spat out an, ?Okay,? as he stepped aside allowing the old timer to take his spot in the Sanguine Castle rubble.

The elder stood at the winged Outcast leader eyeing him from top to bottom as he grabbed a nearby sword from a fallen soldier pairing up with his opposition. ?I?m your opponent now, Junior.?

Cell Junior chuckled, ?You have got to be kidding me.? CJ continued his laughing tirade as he pointed to Broccoli. ?You, Broccoli, the man who preached honor, dignity, and all that junk, passed up a fight on me so an old man can take your place. Truly this is a day where you shall eat your own words, I?ll put this old timer?s death on your soul so you can preach to yourself how a little alien named Cell Junior, who you dubbed to have no honor and to be a coward show you what it means to have honor and not be a coward.?

Collecting himself, the non-transformer repositioned himself back into his defensive stance and eyed the old timer.

?There?s one thing I can assure will happen here today old man, and that?s you will join your Piggy and Cold friend and join the Castle rubble below you.?

[Nori]

Staggering to her feet the teenager stumbled, her body almost hitting the solid earth. Gathering her posture she was quickly surrounded in front of the gate by a dozen or so of the officers of Outcasts, each one pointing a rifle at her. Head bowed Akane?s eyes lingered on the ever closer ground, her golden eyes opening wide as the pupils dilated; the whites of her eyes becoming massive. Clenching her fists the angel shrugged off the voices of the wolves of men that hounded her; ignoring the nagging that was their voices. Looking at her palm the figure frowned.

?You smell.? The golden individual spoke clearly, her voice firm; stating a fact. Raising her head so that her teary face was in plain view she continued, the guns of the soldiers never making her halt. ?You all reek of blood, of slaughter.? Staggering forward in a slouch she was fired at, the bullet slicing the topmost portion of her right shoulder.

?I don?t want to fight you. Please, don?t make me fight you.? Another bullet rushed past her left cheek, slicing it open ever so slightly. Halting Akane spread her arms wide open, as if in a hug. Staggering forward in a sluggish motion she wiped drool off of her chin, speaking clearly to the soldiers around her. ?Please, don?t make me fight you. Don?t make me fight you.?

She stood directly in front of the man in front of the gate, her arms wide open; leaving her body exposed to be shot. A long silence followed, Akane looking at the soldier with compassion in her eyes; the outcast soldier looking at her with confusion. Raising his gun he fired; his bullet firing directly into the chest of the once Akane Kimidori; Ending her life in the game in one quick movement; a fatality of sorts.

Or so he thought..

Standing to his right side was the teenage beauty, her hand clasping his gun in a tight grip; prying it from his fingers. ?Has anyone ever told you that you lack compassion, friend?? Slamming the top of the rifle into his face resulted in a rush of blood; the figure clasping his face as he fell backwards; the pain of his broken nose rendering him unconscious. ?All of you, please. I don?t want to fight you, and I know in your hearts that you know you would end up like this man. Please, stand down. Surrender yourselves. You will be guaranteed safety, and your ability to stay in the *game*." Saying the last part with slight disgust she watched as the dozen or so soldiers stared at her, each one bearing a though in their minds; betrayal.

Cell Jr. was here by himself, with less then half of the amount of troops that Dante possessed. The thought of not surrendering quickly left the soldiers minds. Dropping their weapons in front of them they dozen or so soldiers raised their hands in the air, a emptiness in their eyes. As they began walking towards Dante camp, Akane pointed to several of the soldiers around her under the banner of Dante, having them escort the weaponless soldiers to the camp. They would be held their until after the battle.

The youth would be happy, if it wasn?t for the fact that the former enemy soldiers hadn?t done what they did for the right reasons. Greed was the object that had done the deed.

[Burter]

The battle will end at the end of January 3rd (tommorrow) when I blow up collars

Two of the towers Dante has have fallen, carrying lots of soldiers down with them. The others are starting to reach the walls.

Dante has made it inside the castle both under and over it. Outcasts remain defensive, though many soldiers have switched sides, or given up. They still have a good numbers fighting

It is only a matter of time before Dante wins

[Vejita I]

"Dante will not fall today! The sweat, the blood, the tears, the struggles - will not be in vain." The saiya-jin warrior rejected his inactivity, adjusting to the prospect of war with adrenaline being awaken into his veins. He rallied through the masses of Dante soldiers with their injured soldiers being shunned upon and being overwhelmed by the sight of Sanguine Castle. Its detail and all of its splendor was imprinted upon his brain while marking this day of its significance.

The dim heavens stalked Vejita's movements as he hurried into the threshold of the castle. His status as commander was disregarded in providing guidance for his soldiers. The commander's eyes were transfixed with the imagery of the doors toppled over; his lips curving with malicious intent. His objective of terminating Cell Jr was severed with the acknowledgement of Broli securing the Outcast soldier as his own target.

This was sufficient however since it endowed him entry into the castle. Outcast soldiers were placed in combat positions in regards to King Vejita's introduction to them. Their clothing was so distinctably reconizeable to him and he was instantly able to distinguish them from his own forces. "Halt commander, we don't want to have to kill you. Surrender now!" An approximate quantity of ten men were visible to him, but their range of power was inadequate. The king was deprived of any stance, but only sneered in their general direction.

Unfortunately, the suggestion of surrender was discontinued with all the soldiers announcing themselves with a huddle over him. The commander's muscles were influenced solely by instinct while his limbs established a flurry of assaults in a swift frenzy. With his offensive completely undirected, bodies were ejected into random directions. It was an successful selection, but the skirmish hadn't seized yet.

The hulking shadows of undetermined fighters casted over Vejita, and his eyes rummaged throughout the vicinity. A pair of specific Outcast soldiers presented themselves in a hostile manner. The arms of an unknown creature secured the saiya-jin king, imprisoning him momentarily while his comrade persistantly forced his hardened knuckles into Vejita's stomach. Each thrust was entwined with great strength and compelled the saiya-jin to throttle with blood inching from his mouth.

His heart was thunderously pounded with hatred being spawned with every beat. King Vejita's pupils were employed of a scarlet blend and his aura was tainted with a darker tent. The Outcasts soldiers, with only a minimal amount of endeavor, were applied to a devastating collision between one another. "Only the shadows will guide me now."

OOC: Didn't like this RP, sorry. =/

[Broli]

The old man threw his hands forward, lifting his sword in the air. The golden blade crashed against the cerulean sword of the Outcast Commander, electricity sparkling about them as the two pushed against one another for the other hand. Broli threw an oncoming soldier over his soldier, his attention drawn to the fight between his Captain, Gohan, and Commander Cell Jr. The Outcast officer had questioned Broli?s motives for allowing Gohan to partake in the fight, for stepping aside rather than dealing the blow of victory himself. Broli had been called a coward, as if he had forced Gohan to step up to the Commander.

Rather, the Saiya-Jin knew that this was a decision Gohan had made since the day of Hyperton. The human had lost his closest friend in Conquest. Killing Cell Jr., the man responsible for Pigero?s death, was the only reasonable step to take. And so, Gohan had arrived, asking for permission to take on the Commander. Broli had agreed, knowing that Gohan would have taken over regardless of the Saiyan?s response. And so, there they fought, radically entrenched in a furious engagement.

A series of booms echoed across the sky, Broli?s ears catching the cheers of his own men. The towers had finally arrived, pushing into the wall with its hulking force. Its planks opened, soldiers scampering onto the castle walls, ready to fight. Broli spotted Akane nearby, the deafening roar of battle making her words inaudible as she held her arms open. The Dante soldiers swarmed the parapets, even more flooding through the now crumbled gateway. ?Right, let?s go!? Broli announced, motioning for his men to push towards the center of the castle.

OOC: I'm sucking.

[Reijin]

All around him, death bloomed in the guise of chaos. Without even touching a single man, blood was soaking the battle hardened warrior, covering him from raven hair to Saiyan boots. In one hand, his gloved fingers were grasping an opalescent blade of light, bathing his entire side in a shimmering hue of holy righteousness. In his other hand, he wielded a shadowed blade of void, a weapon of oblivion that absorbed the light from the other blade in an epic struggle between the two opposing polarities, threatening the existance of all the soldiers nearby.

Dodging in and out of the various fights, Reijin's ears detected numerous explosions around him as he neared the castle walls. His eyes shot left to see one of their towers groaning as support ropes began to snap, throwing soldiers from the tower to land among the men below. Then the great monolith itself began to sway. Instinctively, the Saiyan dived past the battering crew through the front gates of the castle as the tower crashed atop the soldiers behind him. He had not had time to warn them. Rising slowly, he saw a number of Outcast soldiers turn to him. He simply raised his arms to his side with his two honed blades ready.

"Stand down, fools..." his strained voice rasped. "You do not wish to die this day. The creature leading you is not going to survive this fight. He hopes to hide within a large meat shield of your friends and brothers, knowing that he's going to die either way. Instead of allowing you all to leave this tournament peacefully, he wishes for us to carve through each of you despite knowing that the outcome will be the same." Bloodstained eyelids slowly opened as the warrior looked up into the faces of doubting men. A trickle of blood covered his cheek dramatically. "His viewpoint is that he's going down, but he wants to see as many of us die on each side as possible. He wants to see our own soldiers of Dante lying atop the corpses of your own. This creature enjoys death in all forms, so friend or foe, he wants us all to die."

He raised an arm to wipe his brow of blood to keep his vision clear. "This is why Super Buu detonated the entire Hypterton Fortress. Your leaders wish to destroy everything they have built here, in some childish tantrum, feeling that if they can't have it then noone can. There is no strategy in this. They lose regardless; they just want everyone to feel their pain. I am offering you the opportunity to step aside. Even now, a number of your own brothers have turned and are assisting us in hopes of bringing an end to this struggle with as few casualties as possible. On either side." Reijin spat crimson at the ground. "I cannot say the same for Cell Jr, I'm afraid. I believe he wants as many deaths as possible."

[Burter]

The fighting had finally come to an end. All that was left was the die-hard Outcast Soldiers who simply couldn't accept giving up.

"The castle is our's," Commander Vejita told the man behind him as he walked up the corpse-covered stairs. "Tell Kerry to end it."

Down on the field in front of the castle, a messenger reached the finger-bladed man in charge. Nodding, he turned to his unit. "Artillary, FIRE!" Commanded Lieutenant Kerry from the back lines.

Up in the throne room balcony, Grandpa Gohan landed firmly on the railings from the castle roof, and continued the brawl. Cell Jr hit the floor, using his ki to knock Gohan back. The elder man hit the floor next to him.

The Artillary shot Kerry commanded hit the balcony head on. The explosion erupted around them, causing the entire ledge to collapse. The two continued to fight all the way to the ground. The newly-made Commander who refused to give up and the Captain of Dante who would never look back.

The last fight of Sanguine Castle had been ended.















































RESULT:

Cell Jr and Grandpa Gohan are dead.

Vejita I had lost the hearing in one ear. This can't be treated.

The Outcast Army has been eliminated. Dante has gained all the land except Freelorn City, which United will take due to being there.

Roleplay aftermath here.

[Vejita I]

All senses were nulled of usage with the sight of the war blurring into grains of vibrant shades. Vejita's eyes twitched rather frequently in reference to the eruption of artillery detonating alongside of him. The commander's thoughts were dwelling of his own potential demise; depression sleakly seeping into his brain with the contemplation of the Dante forces being overtaken. The saiya-jin's injuries were shunned with blood dribbling from each gash upon his flesh. His heart thunderously pumped with the blood he so desperately desired with his consciousness being snatched from him. Every inch of his muscles were influenced by this chaotic realm and implaced in an imprisonment of trepidation. Not even his tongue could shift in order to howl an inspirational speech of victory in the progress of these defining moments. Unknown debris coursed through the Sanguine Castle with an assortment of detached limbs and souless corpses; reimbursing the reinforcing the dreadfulness of this battle.

Unbeknown to Vejita I, meager seconds dissolved and the progression of war had ceased. What could be described as an never-ending affair had parished in a sequence of not even a minute. A rumble of vociferous effects thrusted itself into the pessimistic attitudes of some and the entry of his ear could only shriek of its tenderness. The hum of Dante soldiers fluctuated with volume in his right ear while it throbbed without motive to King Vejita. A trail of oozing liquid attempted to soothe the wounded area as it trickled forth down his earlobe and was induced into a splotch of bloodied mess on his shoulder. He winced with even the miniscule voyage of blood through his ear. All of his known wrinkles were established over his blemished face as they twisted and bended his customary face. The anguish of his wounds had preserved his perception and the acceptance of conquest couldn't sever this sensation.

"My...hearing....it's..." He was rejuvinated with terror and his eyes were engorged with alertness. Vejita's fingers spasmed with anxiety; he had been estranged from this sort of limitations. His slender fingers were moistened with his own oozing life-force in the instance of contact with his ear. All sounds were revised into silence in that specific ear all the while the saiya-jin's heart was plagued of this injustice. "They did this to me. They mock upon my wounds in the comfort of their afterlives while I can never hear their cries for their brothers I slaughtered. Damn them! I damn them of all that I may." Fear had been overcome with only a ferocious and flaming rage. It vigorously decanted itself through his veins and it's talons plaguing his heart of compassion for the deceased armies of Outcasts. The warrior's finger nails delved into his bloodied ear to claw through any trace of life with his flesh descending into the dirt in miniature fragments. This detonation of scalding rage commenced to settle under the sight of the Outcast massacre being evident throughout the vicinity of Sanguine Castle.

"If ever fate could ever provide of us of our hope in victory. Not even a million men can dare thwart my vengence in this competiton. It it won't be felt by those to blame, then United will be torn of their hearts. "