[D][U] Garlic Jr meets Dante...again

[Burter]

Garlic Jr's unit, camped out currently, has been found by Dante's army.

Make your moves, decide what you want to do.

Currently, there is nowhere Garlic can go that will not be in range of Dante's towers/villages/other stuff. In other words, Dante will know where you go. You can not escape north due to a village, or west due to Dante's unit.

Battle Statistics

Commander Garlic Jr

United: 860 Combat Soldiers

Commander Broli - Commander Vejita I - General Joy (NPC) - Lieutenant Akane Kimidori - Lieutenant Reijin - Lieutenant Kerry (NPC) - Soldier Jezebel (NPC)

Dante: 2013 Combat Soldiers

[Broli]

The army was idle, as if they had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. There were no significant landmarks across the terrain. It was just a barren battlefield that had yet to see action, though it lay close to Hyperton Fortress, a locale that had seen the most intense fighting thus far in the game. However, all of that was about to change. The United unit had been waiting patiently, their soldiers awakening from their nights rest. Garlic Jr. himself stepped from his tent, scratching his eyes as he looked up to the morning sun. It was then that he saw it. His mouth dropped, his eyes fixed on what lay in the distance.

Broli stood at the head of his soldiers, his face stern and his arms at his sides, his men in formation behind him. ?Today is the day you die, Garlic,? the Commander whispered, holding up an open palm. An energy globe formed in his hand, and with the lash of his wrist, it climbed into the air and exploded in golden light. A similar explosion occurred nearby, a United soldier crying out to his Commander.

?S-Sir! Our southern flank!? Garlic Jr. turned to the opposite direction, the seriousness of the situation escalating as King Vejita?s unit became visible. The King, having just thrown a ki orb of his own, lowered his hand and spat to one side. No one entered Dante lands without the Commanders knowing about it. No one. Before a mere minute had transpired, Broli and Vejita both roared, clenching their fists as they began to run towards the camp. Their men ran with them, screaming at the top of their lungs as the men of United climbed to their feet. ?Prepare for battle!? The United Commander hurried back into his tent, gathering his armor.

?Push with everything you have! Don?t let them slip through our fingers! For Dante!?

Broli led the charge of one of the forces into the United unit, moving in a beautiful synchronization with Vejita?s army. The two attacked with perfect coordination, crashing into the United force with such compelling momentum that the atmosphere itself seemed to rip apart by the booming of warfare. Jezebel was nearby, pushing her spear into the torso of a nearby soldier before slicing apart another. With a twirl of her weapon, destruction surrounded her.

Their blood rushed, their muscles pumping with adrenaline as they attempted to subdue the Commander of the United army. If they could defeat him here, then perhaps some hope did exist in defeating the United force. They were as of yet outnumbered and held a smaller number of officers, yet the ambush east of Hyperton Fortress existed as a single act that could help turn the tides of war in Conquest. Dante needed this win badly. Unfortunately, Dante knew that United needed it too. Both sides would fight hard, but only one would be the victor.

[Vejita I]

Darkness and all of it's potency resided over the scene. Praires and cries were neglected; cast upon the shadows to be never utilized. The dawn of war had been set and the soldiers were completely aware. Their shrieks of initiation were presented to the realm of Dante with a bellow. This was the moment that would define this war entirely; whether Dante was infact the superior force or was their dominance throughout Dantes Abyss a fluke. The thousands of soldiers rumbled forward with weapons prepared to engage the frail sight of Garlic Jr's unit.

Vejita I's eyes were compelled by the visual of the armies clashing upon one another in a blur of their symbolic colors. Splotches of blood emerged from the combination and moistened the very terrain of the world, but satisifaction existed over the saiya-jin's face with the realization of the majority being United. The commander's fingers curled over the magnificent design of a sword that had been buried beneath the planetoid with only the glimmering blade providing proof of its position. With one empowered snatch, he wielded it above him with the object reflecting in his auburn pupils.

He marched onwards as he simultaneously disregarded his adversaries with a swat of his hand. The saiya-jin emersed himself into the territory of United, engaging them all with his blade spiraling into their flesh. With the blade lacking of its once jagged quality, it seemed to barely be capable of gashing the meat of these soldiers. Unfortunately, that began to entice the looming hatred located inside of the saiya-jin warrior, and guiding its dorment self from beneath Vejita's soul. Unknown soldiers were attempting to subdue him; clenching onto the dream of solidifying their reputation as a devastating soldier by executing the commander of Dante.

The deaf saiya-jin accepted this however; succumbing to the challenge with a sneer. With almost all sounds downgraded into a sheer muffle around him, it was proving excessively challenging to even locate an opposing soldier in this bewildering enviroment. "Show yourselves from the shadows! Let not fear guide you cowards, but acceptance of your inevitable deaths. Death has shown itself and here I stand." The words were announced with a tone of voice darkened by his seething hatred for this group.

OOC: Just to start off =O

[Nori]

=Kill the King

?Throw me, please?

Akane yelled, tugging on Reijin?s shirt as she looked at the Saiya-jin with her golden eyes, a smiling. With a questionable look in his eyes the man replied by grabbing her with his hands; grip firm on his sides. Staring at her with interest he swiftly threw her into the air, making her soar as if she was a eagle, her body propelling itself into the air as if she had been launched. Twirling herself like a torpedo she met the air with her Ki, the energy radiating off of her like steam. The angel?s Ki began to manifest itself in her palms as she stared down at the people of Garlic Jr?s squad, staring at them all with intrest; a devilish grin on her face.

Her body faded away as if it was a dream; replaced with that of a adult. Placing her hands in the air she mimicked the look of the Spirit Bomb, drawing Ki into herself as she stared at the soldiers below; energy crackling between her hands as they began to glow faintly; a golden light, her aura flying around her as if it was a storm; a wild flower. Stopping completely she sighed, her eyes flashing a blazing white, a vein extruding from her forehead as she sought to deliver her attack.

Two small energy blasts shot out of he hands and into the air; followed by two more, and two more; again and again this was repeated, the blasts streaking into the sky as Akane strained, releasing her Ki into the air above her, sending it far beyond the sight of all soldiers; except for the golden warrior, her body being closer to the balls of energy. Dropping her hands in deprivation she sighed, reverting to her normal state as she smiled, her arms suddenly feeling like lead.

=Broken down, feeling naked

Falling down Akane was caught in the arms of Reijin; his arms holding her for several moments as the girl regained her composure; gaining the ability to think clearly. Setting her down on the ground he remarked about the stupity of her procedure. The blasts had simply been launched in the air, Akane?s body drained greatly of energy.

?That?s where I have got you Reijin. I have plenty of energy to fight, and my effort wasn?t wasted.?

Clinging to Reijin for a brief moment the girl removed herself, looking at the sky. Pointing with he right hand the youth showed what appeared to be a multitude of falling stars, heading directly for United?s position. Watching with anticipation Akane winced as the energy orbs collided with the soldiers of United, catching them in their flanks; pushing those who didn?t want to die from the energy barrage into the backs of fellow soldiers, toppling soldiers and sending a mad panic through the lines as they sought to evade the attack. In their attempt their moral would crash, some soldiers more worried about scattering then fighting the battle.

=Championing mediocrity

The golden angel rested for several moments, preparing herself..

[Broli]

Broli threw his fist into the sternum of his opponent, crushing the bone into dust and killing the foe on impact. What am I doing? The warrior ducked an oncoming slice of a United sword, disposing of the wielder only moments later.

Why am I still fighting? Android 17 came to mind. The cyborg had explained to the Saiyan his reasoning to fight, a reason that involved protection of his closest friends.

To be the best! The thoughts rolled on in Burori?s mind. He shook his head. No, no. That couldn?t be his reasoning. Was he really participating in all of this in order to be recognized as the most talented, the most gifted, the best fighter in the universe? Who was he protecting? Did he have anyone at all? Who were his allies? Was it King Vejita? Was it Reijin or Akane? Sure, they held a title of allegiance, but it was by name alone. Outside of Conquest, what ties did they have? Vejita was probably the closest to him of them all, and yet, could Broli say they were friends? Could he say they were allies, that Vejita was someone that he would seek to protect with everything in him?

The warrior watched his King with unwavering concentration. He struck down his opponents with the greatest of hate in every blow, bathing himself in the blood of his enemies. Who was this king that Broli was willing to die for? Did his King deserve his sacrifice?

The Saiya-Jin continued to fight, his body pushing against the tide of troops as his mind was elsewhere. He had come into Conquest as a man of arrogance, a man undoubting his power as a Saiya-Jin, a man thinking he deserved nothing short of victory. Yet, Android 17 had changed all of that. ?Every action I take is to guard those I love, because in the end, I?m nothing without them.? The words of the android still rang clear in the Saiya-Jin?s mind. It had been through that conversation that Broli had realized it all. He was nothing because he lacked the courage to guard those he loved. He lacked the abilities to recognize that sometimes, saving a friend meant more than saving a victory. Battles would come and go, but friends would be there all the same.

Against Vegeta-San at Aztec Tower, Bulma had thrown herself at the Syntech Commander in a furious rage. Broli had ignored the fight completely, pushing his men to take the tower. In the end, it had been Reijin that had interfered in the fight, subduing the Saiya-Jin Prince. Despite it all, while Bulma lay dead in the snow, Broli roared victoriously at the top of Aztec Tower.

In light of the power of Raditzu, Broli had sent his Lieutenant, Minoshia, to retrieve the Saiyan in the Unforgiving Plains, knowing full and well of Android Seventeen?s presence. Ignoring the threat that lay, Broli gave the Konat his orders all the same, leading to the Konat?s undeniable death.

At Hyperton, Broli?s selfishness had been two-fold. With the approaching unit of Cell Jr., he had ordered his Captain, Pigero, to intercept the alienoid, knowing full and well that the Outcast officer held the upper hand. He sought to hold off the reinforcements of Cell Jr. long enough for his own victory at the fortress to succeed, and succeed it did, at the price of his own men and the structure of the fortress itself. ?Push! Push!? The Saiya-Jin Commander had said, literally throwing his own men into the waiting arms of Outcast troops. ?Run down their throats! Let no one alive!? The Saiyan cringed in remembrance of his words. He had become so obsessed with victory and the glory of it all. In the end, it once again came down to the calm and collected Reijin to interfere, realizing the bomb ploy at hand and ordering an immediate evacuation that led to Broli?s own survival. Still, how smaller the losses could have been! In the aftermath of the battle, Pigero and King Cold were dead.

Broli?s thoughts ran to the most recent battle, the last stand of Outcast at Sanguine Castle. Gohan had requested a battle with Cell Jr., and foolishly, Broli had agreed, knowing full and well the physical condition of the old man. The fact of the matter was that he didn?t care about Cell Jr. He didn?t care about Gohan. All he wanted was to secure the castle, to secure his position in the northeastern section of the Conquest Island. Once again, he was successful in his motives, yet Gohan was inevitably eliminated at the hands of Cell Jr.

Where had Broli been when his allies needed him the most? Where was he when Bulma needed his help to tackle the outrageous power of Vegeta? Where was he when Minoshia fell to his knees at received the killing blow by Seventeen? Why had he ignored the safety of King Cold and Pigero as they cried out in pain while the explosion at Hyperton tore through their bodies? And why had he taken such a priority over securing Sanguine rather than helping his friend, Gohan, against Cell Jr.? Even by helping Gohan, Dante would have taken the Castle all the same. In the end, Broli had selfishly sacrificed all of these men for his own gain. His victories didn?t prove his success as a Commander. They proved him as a complete failure. All of them, he had failed.

He had proven to be completely unreliable when his friends needed him the most. When he held the cards capable of helping them, he had shoved them off and pursued his own interests of success. Seventeen?s words echoed in his mind once again. ?Every action I take is to guard those I love, because in the end, I?m nothing without them.? He had failed as such?

The Commander?s attention came back to life as he recognized the short creature before him. Only feet away stood Garlic Jr., thick in the heat of battle. The United Commander?s back was to the Saiya-Jin, and Broli knew that, with only a few steps, he could end all of this. He could deliver a mortal blow to the Commander, cutting off the head to the serpent that hindered Dante?s success. All he needed to do was step forward, to walk only a mere handful of feet and bring forth his hand, and it would all be over.

King Vejita fell to one knee, suffering a blow to the head by the blunt end of a maul. He remained dazed for a moment, ignorant to the United standing before him. The United warrior held up his warhammer, preparing to deal the critical blow to the Commander. Broli saw it all. His eyes flashed from Garlic to Vejita. If he ignored the opportunity to strike at Garlic, he knew he may never get the chance again. It was now or never.

The United soldier held the maul above his head, his muscles constricting as he gathered his energy to attack. With a roar, he brought the warhammer down.

?I don?t want to be nothing anymore!? The Saiya-Jin cried out in tears, diving forward.

With a crash, the United soldier swung his maul with all his strength. His eyes widened, his face immediately being consumed with fear, his hands still firmly held to the wooden end of the weapon. Vejita I regained focus, feeling the blood against his head from his wound as he looked up at the warrior standing between him and the soldier.

There Broli stood, consumed in golden light. His hair vibrated with an unseen energy, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the United warrior before him. In his hand, he held the end of the maul. Gritting his teeth, he crushed the stone into powder, the United soldier crying out in fear and retreating back into the fray of his own men. ?S-Super? Saiyan?? King Vejita stared in astonishment.

Broli turned, his lips curling into a smile as he outstretched his hand. ?Get up, friend. We have a battle to win. Not for you, not for me, but for everyone who has died. For Bulma, for King Cold, for Pigero, for Minoshia, for Gohan.? The King managed a nod amongst his surprise. He had not expected his ally to unleash such power at a moment where it was not necessarily necessary. Taking Burori?s hand, he climbed to his feet, and, together, they threw themselves back into the fight.

Broli was no longer nothing. He was a Saiya-Jin.

[Vejita I]

This demonic creature roared with a tone that vibrated the very core of the saiya-jin warrior. It was deriven from the consumption of rage, hatred, and all the negativity that had been enriched from his experiences. Life had punished the saiya-jin with not a hint of regard to his self-worth; his ambitions and all of the dreams he once sought after were thrown into the abyss. Because of this, this symbolic darkness that lied within him was driven with intentions of permanently manipulating the warrior's body; emitting his consciousness through the barricade of confusion for its splendid power.

Vejita couldn't process the undeniable strength of this beast as it seemingly devastated the opposition during each battle and soothing its starvation with the rich blood of soldiers. With each thunderous beast of his heart, the sweat oozed forth from his pours in excess; bound by the overwhelming sensation of this tremendous strength flooding into his veins as if it were a disease.

King Cold, Grandfather Gohan, Pigero - they were all placed with a unseen question mark. Their meaning, their place in his heart, their lives - all being objected as nothing, but infinite subjects. Subjects thats only purpose was to perish under the almighty and empowering name of Dante. They were just names flung throughout the brain of the commander and their unfortunate deaths being only inevitable sacrifice for his soldiers. He beared no heartache over their lives being cast into the heavens, or so he believed they had been deprived of their existences. This war wasn't for the sake of those infedile creatures.

Dante's Abyss was nothing more than fate's spotlight being ejected in a golden hue into the belief of the saiya-jin. This was his opportunity, or perhaps his belonging to display his actual strength to the world. Years and years of punishment and anguish while karma had acted as he had witnessed upon the planet Earth so many ages ago.

There he stood, his once murky hair being bleached of its natural tent of a scarlet color. The oozing life-force of men he couldn't even identify aside from the blood that once journeyed into their veins. Vejita's limbs, legs and arms, were enstilled in an arctic state to be immobilized of movements. The sweat trickled forth from his forehead while it coursed downwards through the rigorous passage of his wrinkled face. The saiya-jin's clothes were almost condensed into strands while clinging upon one another with single miniature threads.

His eyes were haunted by the sights of warriors flocking throughout the warzone and as each were located by him, his pupils were inflated with only lust of their rotting flesh upon the planet. He peered over his shoulder to recognize his comrade, Broli, whose wonderous golden aura had completely succeeded in distinguishing the warrior from the low-rank soldier he interpreted into now a commanding officer.

"Let your conscience be dead as this rotting meat below our feet, my brother. And let I show the world of Dante, Vejita-Sei's true king. We will reign upon this world on our throne, built of United corpses." This wasn't the commander that once cringed from the comprehension of his fellow soldiers being slaughtered under his decisions. The king had arisen from the ashes of self-doubt once again, but with power searing over him with a splendor that even he couldn't have concieved. Flames of magnificent color and design wielded themselves over him to contort to his diminititive form as his sword was sent forth into the cranium of an unsuspecting warrior.

A crackle and menacing thump stretched through the vicinity while the blade was wrestled underneath into his actual brain. The mass quantity of blood seeping from the fragments of his head were omited by the king as they dribbled down his lance. Vejita persistantly continued, but slashing throughout the horde of United soldiers with a lack of accuracy.

[Tobias]

?We?re dead, huh?? The words left Ham?s mouth though a quivering jaw. Garlic glanced at the private and smiled.

?Probably.? Garlic snapped his telescope open with a flick of the wrist. The approaching Dante lines had to have been the sweetest thing he saw this whole competition. Well over twice his own size they represented his most favorable battle conditions. Suicide. ?But don?t worry private Ham. If we lose their victory will be a Pyrrhic one.?

?When we lose you mean.? Garlic heard the boy?s sullen voice and had to laugh. From shitting his pants to sulking in oh-point-five seconds.

?Well I didn?t call you over to be a negative nancy now did I??

?What did you call me over for.? There was a hint of there anger now. ?What can we do at this point. They?ll hit us in?? His voice was lost in the geysers of dirt erupting around him.

The holy fires will fall
From the stars.

Garlic looked up at the golden angel?s cloud of energy, falling down without prejudice or impunity. He spoke in a whisper that, to his mind, tore through the explosions and screams, but fell flat in there air. ?This is why.?

Birds will carry the embers in their beaks
To the tulip chalice ?

The dante lines seemed to take the rain of death as the blast of a horn. They charged! With such ferocity too!

?And we?ll match them!? Garlic Junior roared. It was a voice deeper and more beastile than any of his men had heard before. Ham himself, crouched on the ground, looked up through tear ringed eyes and saw a mountain. No? Garlic had become something much more majestic. Their once tiny commander was now something out of hell itself. Satan?s field marshall, Beelzebub?s captain. The demon lowered one of his gorilla arms and lifted Ham up to his level. They both completely ignored the end of the energy barrage.

To my sung-out soul.
You divide your treasures,

?If I die today. You will live. Tell Broli? Thanks.? Garlic dropped him and ran out to the front lines. Doubt and tears at his back he brought to this battle a sledgehammer. Not one of metal and wood, but one of pure conviction. His will alone would shatter them.

?When you die.? Ham whispered as the beast left. This was said neither in fear nor depression. Anger or regret. It was said with pride.

Galic?s hands worked independently on the Dante troops, ripping throats and heads clean from their useless bodies. If his men were unsure they saw in him a glimmer, however vastly faint, of hope. In battle that?s all you really need. But deep inside the monster?s mind his troops did not exist. There was only one thing that concerned him?

I rock in joy
On a reeling wave.

?War!?

[Reijin]

Reijin looked at the girl curiously as she peacefully watched the outcome of the result. "I thought that you weren't going to kill?" he asked her, chuckling slightly at her suddenly apologetic expression. He shrugged it off, and then nodded towards the castle. "We'll have more of them to deal with over time. Think we can take them all?" He was mostly talking for the sake of conversation, to help pass the time now.

She smiled and buried face strangely into his arm, taking a deep breath as if... smelling him. His eye brow rose a moment as she drew back, smiling up at him. "You smell good. Your scent is so... strong," she settled on, toying around in her mind for the correct word.

Giving her a cocked expression, he shrugged her off of him. "Thanks. I think." Jabbing a finger westward, he brought the rushing squad to her attention. "Yeah, those bastards are trying to hold their ground." Sighing, he turned from her, reaching down to his back to unzip it. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out his pair of fighting gloves, metal knuckles and all, and slowly pulled them on, strapping them into place so as to keep a firm fist. He then picked the bag up and flipped it over, a loud growl crying out as Saiba fell out of the bag and hit the ground. The Saiyan growled at him and kicked him a couple of feet. "Get up, you lazy creature! Its time to get to work."

The small green creature jumped to its feet and then ran around behind Akane, peeking at him from between the girl's pair of legs. Saiba jabbed a finger at him and whimpered. Looking down at him, Akane giggled and then looked up at Reijin. Reijin simply gave her a look. "Don't you say it," he warned her, before throwing his bag up against a tree to prepare for the coming battle. He checked the straps on his fighting boots one more time and then gave her a thumbs up signal. "Let's go," he announced.

She promptly stuck her tongue between her lips and blew at him, giving him a 'raspberry' the moment he turned his back. The green creature at her feet began laughing histerically and fell over onto its back. Reijin simply turned around, analyzing the sound and the image of the Saibaman on its back gasping for air and assumed an alternative reasoning. "Are you going into this battle with gas, girl?" he demanded.

Her face immediately flushed and she scowled at him. "I don't have gas, idiot! Don't be a jerk!" she announced.

"Then let's go," he repeated, turning and beginning his stride in the direction of the enemy camps. Battle for battle. And from the size of the army before them, Reijin knew that this would not be the final one.

[Vejita I]

The sinister gawk of the clouds above was a metaphoric depiction of the gloomy circumstances. It was a reverberating chime that hushed the premature conjecture of this battle being monotonous. The war of Dante and United was manifesting into a culmination of unforeseen magnitude. Unfortunately, these conditions were not as projected under the scrutiny of the saiya-jin king. Vejita?s thought process was shrouded; overtaken by the ferocious demon that snarled its smoldering breath into his ear. Its murmurs were dominant and suppressing the hollers of mass soldiers in the vicinity.

Its language was unspoken and was devouring the perishing hint of ethics still warring for life. His wicked ideas and contemplations were amplifying in consistency while perception was being polluted by the starvation for this creature. This creature that?s deliverance signified the epiphany to the mighty King Vejita and unshackled the once egotistical power of the saiya-jin dynasty that was temporarily numbed by the horrors of misfortunes. The fires of hell themselves could not restrain this foreseeable incident.

The tides of morals were nonexistent with emotions being abolished. No more would compassion overturn the perseverance of the commander; he would climb with dedication to the pinnacle of his capabilities. Power that mocked him at minimal distance would be sought after; disregarding those that disrupt him. Dante?s Abyss was his indication of fate?s commandments to persecute the soul of the man that once ruled over his world with no equality of his strength. Images of prior situations emerged in his vision in an outline of golden hue to symbolize its significance.

The soulless eyes of Zarbon?s cranium untangling the darkness that was once paralyzed of its impressive power, but was just the commencement. Prince Vejita was the deciding factor to unravel the shadows of its dormancy and expressing its potency with every solitary flame that peeled the flesh from his bones. The sight of the saiya-jin prince being punished through the literal blaze of glory was just luring an attraction to this fiend.

?They chuckled to the sight of the inadequacy I once held. No more. Days have been lost with my soul lost to the shadows of evil. But no longer will I deny the truths; no longer will I fear the power that I possess. I will accept the beast into my heart as I embrace the power and may the heavens be damned.? A cascade of wondrous shade spewed forth from the form of the saiya-jin warrior. Veins consumed of hatred slithered into visual from the request of the king?s obscured potential. King Vejita?s cranium tilted above to the heavens themselves momentarily and crouched downwards, retrieving an object with his scarred fingers.

It was a rope that dangled to the soil of the planet, and his eyes peered into the mayhem around him. Numerous opposing soldiers introduced themselves to him with a stance of intimidation, but this was would be his proper initiation. In an impressive action, the rope was flung to the general direction of one of the soldiers, miraculously securing itself around the throat of one warrior. With the saiya-jin?s non-dominant hand, his lance was thrown into the additional set of fighters, and with one devastating blow their threats were terminated.

Commander Vejita?s strength was submitted into his lower-half, propelling himself above an unidentified structure that was approximately several feet above him. The muffles of blood, an excess amount of saliva, and his unsuccessful stuttering seemed to be expressed by the unknown warrior. His muscles twitched involuntarily and his eyes were adopting a darker visual with the reality before him no longer of any significance. Vejita jerked the rope upwards and resulted in the twitching body receiving further punishment.

The grueling display of torture was followed by his body being smashed into the metallic structure.?Surrender to the name of Dante or your fate will be equal horror as this. United shows no future for you, does this not show truth to you?? A maddening expression flushed over him with a sadistic gaze over his eyes and each whimper from the soldier was gloriously celebrated with glee.

OOC: Welcome to the dark side. =O

[Burter]

Battle End

"This battle is OVER!" Declared the oversized Dante commander, Broli. "Artillary, finish the job!"

United was being slaughtered. Garlic Jr knew this. Despite the efforts of his entire unit to supress the 2000+ army, there was no way to do so when they had come in from both the north and south. In the end, United had been ambushed, and beaten.

"War!"

A huge explosion erupted from the direction of the bloodthirsty United Commander. Garlic Jr, a fully grown goblin, hobbled out of the Artillary explosion, causing another to blast right next to him.

"Christ," Broli noted, "Is that Garlic?"

Joy had come up behind him with a small knife. Even the tiny General had done a little fighting. "I think so, Sir."

The overpowerd Garlic Jr took another hard Artillary shot to his huge left arm, which tore completely off. Still, the goblin was unstoppable. The war had brought him into this monster form. The Ultimate Form.

A single sniper shot erupted from the gun Vejita I held up.

Ultimate Garlic Jr's hard blasted open and he fell backwards to the ground.










































RESULT

Dante has won

Garlic is dead. He's earned Ultimate Transformation.

Gimme a couple hours and I'll give Dante a report