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This is a Side Saga spinning off from The Tree of Might and takes place under the same conditions. Sinthe had seen Super Saiyans before, he’d fought a Super Saiyan a long time ago and at the thought of it, as he pursued the youngster that had called him out his hand brushed the scar on his cheek without really thinking. He could call it an itch but it was more like a soft pulse that bid him roll the back of his index finger up and down its length, a reminder of something he should never forget. The hand dipped to his waist, resting over the bestial ornamentation of his gold scaled belt. Sorry about this, but right now I can’t hold back or relent, if I were more myself it would be different but right now it’ll be a close run thing by the end. His voice in his own head was not one of regret, but one of somebody who eagerly awaited this juncture. Even today when, especially this particular day, when Super Saiyans seemed to be literally sprouting from the woodwork it was a particular privilege for an outsider to witness something like this.
Those back there would likely turn their noses up at this Saiyan, this boy even when he returned, but they had all started here, they only forgot how massively important this first step was as they grew in conceit. For the boy this would be a turning point in his luife, for better or worse. Hopefully better. Sinthe knew that not everyone could do it, but he had a good feeling about this one.
Away from the centre of the Tree’s core influence they could thankfully reach the ground and Sinthe was quick to set himself down close to where his opponent had come to rest. He expected that he wouldn’t really be able to set the pace just now, whether the boy wished to skirt around his power or confront him face to face was very much out of his hands, he could try and force the issue but it would likely be better to slowly corner the youth. So much the better to mount the pressure against him and forge him in to something… more.
’Your name,’ the Anubian demanded flatly, standing stock still, straight as an arrow with no semblance even of a guarded posture. The only possible indication that he was here to fight wss in that his arms rested by his sides, poised and ready rather than crossed or clasped this way or that. As much as he might like to kid around, joking with people and pretending that nothing really bothered or surprised him in the least there were rare occasions and particular things of nostalgia which he took with absolute seriousness. This was one such.
’I don’t believe that I caught it back there. If we’re going to duel then the least we should do is exchange names.’ Saiyans were quite often funny about this, or at least the Saiyans he had met since waking up were funny about it. Damned kids these days had no manners, as in so much else it was down to the older generation to lead the way. If the youngster were to misconstrue this as yielding up his name first rather than just wanting to move on to the fun part then all the better to get things moving. ’I am Sinthe the Destroyer, some call me Lord Sinthe, but since we’re technically enemies I won’t hold it against you if you neglect titles.’
As he spoke he flexed the hand which previously had intercepted the youth’s attack, remembering the weight and force of it, intending to adjust accordingly. He’d been on the money it seemed, it wasn’t nothing and his form, while not clearly defined obeyed the basic principles of combat quite well. If he’d not taken the opportunity to attack a vastly superior enemy then it would have been a fairly decent attack all told. Seemed like Sinthe had struck upon a winner here.WC: 658 Thread PL: 111,733 75% Power {x10}: 1,117,330 Creatures of Destruction: 1,340,796/1,117,330 Rounds Elapsed: 0
Last Edit: Sept 10, 2017 12:21:17 GMT -5 by Sinthe
Rensu gasped as he was deflected quite effortlessly from his opponent of choice. His smaller fist quickly grappled and held by Sinthe's own open paw. The strength exuded by the powered up Anubian certainly something to behold here. As previously stated, the boy had been repelled quite a way back. About to the point of his initial charge, thus giving him and Sinthe quite a bit of space between them. He did hear what the Anubian had to say prior to release, though. An army of Super Saiyans- and him. Damn it. He was right about that. Literally, every Saiyan whom had shown up to this nightmarish bout sported the golden hue and green eyes boasted by their kind. Yet, here Rensu was. Black hair. Black eyes. But an angry look on his face. However, those eyes of his. They didn't seem as angry as his facial features would have lead to believe. Really, he simply sought his place and picking a fight with a man whose power level soared a defiant nine hundred thousand was one hell of a way to cement yourself into your king's ranks, was it not? <Darn it...I sure have a way of picking my fights, don't I...> The youth thought.
Rising from his staggered state, Rensu watched his opponent quite carefully. Watching as he closed in and stood at a readied state. Was he taking him seriously? Most of Rensu's opponents would have had their arms crossed and challenged him to a fight in which they'd use their legs and not their arms due to their overwhelming strength and power that they held over him. The youth gulped down some built saliva, celnching his teeth as he awaited Sinthe's next actions. He wasn't afraid. Why would he be? When there were fighters here who outclassed him by plenty of millions and he was paired up with the one who only hit one million, how could he? If anything, Rensu was considering himself more lucky than unlucky here. Though...he was taken aback as Sinthe demanded his name. He then went on about how, if they were to engage in combat...the least he could do was tell him his name. Fair enough. Heck, he even gave his own name and title first.
"Rensu. Rensu Horyu." The boy responded. His voice audibly shaky and unsure. Sinthe likely could've seen him kick himself internally. His palms dug into by his own nails due to how much force he was clenching his own fists with. "E-Erm..Lord Sinthe." He began. "We're enemies here. B-But, I guess 'Lord' could be used. I-It means the same as King, but...well, Nasu isn't here. So I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least sh-show some respect to the guy whose about to beat me to a pulp, eh?" Rensu clenched his jaw and looked to the ground. "I guess it's obvious I can't do it. I'm just not strong enough to do that." He shook his head and paused for a moment. Were those tears beginning to well up? Damn it! <Pull yourself together, idiot! This is it! Your first real, big fight!> He scolded himself again. Biting his lower lip and releasing it after a moment before jerking his head up and swiping his right hand across his own chest and leaving his palm open. "But don't get it twisted! We're not totally enemies here." The young Saiyan mustered a confident smile. "We're warriors. And, warriors fight. Iron sharpens iron, eh?!" Why was he so excited for this..? "I just wish the circumstances for this fight were just a little different. But, Lord Sinthe. Fight me with your all, I'm not leavng this battlefield unsatisfied." He jabbed his own thumb into his breast plate a few times.
"Believe me, not all of us are like our King. We're born to fight and enjoy it. Not whatever this totally is.." He said in a low volume, looking to the side for a moment before returning his attention to Sinthe. Bringing his hands up from his sides, Rensu quickly tightened his fingers around the two tail ends of his headband. Pulling firmly and tightening it around his forehead. Sort of focusing himself. "I'm ready for you." He stated. <A-And regardless of the outcome. I'll have my answer and a true reason for why I'm fighting. Get stronger, honor my squad mates and bring true and honorable glory to my kin. It starts here. This is my genesis.> He smiled and nodded once quickly, entering a fighter's stance. His body leaning fgorward, with his right fist held by his ribcage and th eother hovering above his extended left leg. His legs poised in a way that had his left leg put forth while the other was still where it once remained albeit bent at the knee some.Thread PL: 135,672 STAM: 3/3 Sinthe
It was quite refreshing, in this day and age and in a Saiyan especially to find someone with proper manners. Although the small wrinkle that the boy was only willing to do so because his King wasn’t in attendance got Sinthe’s hackles up a touch. Quite a lot more repugnant was the assertion they were both warriors, when presently all that Sinthe saw before him was the most unremarkable, most common soldiery. Distinct only from the militia of other worlds and races by the fact he had amassed a not inconsiderable amount of energy. Therein his potential lay, but it had to be harshly unearthed now or it might go on neglected, or ensnared to the maddening purpose shared in the boy’s fellows.
’I see. So that’s the delusion that you’re laboring under.’ One could be forgiven that Sinthe was more or less done with manners beyond the exchange of names, but he did not say so in any sort of mocking tone, in fact it came as a matter of fact statement. ’You think that you’re a warrior. I imagine that they sold you on that “warrior race” nonsense just as soon as you were whelped.’ As before everything he said was moreso as though he were stating facts than making actual inquiries, backed up with the fact he was leaving barely moments for an answer to materialize.
’Listen and learn you well, Rensu Horyu. There are no warrior races, only races comprised of warriors, which isn’t the same thing.’ Honestly this collectivist bullshit wasn’t like the Saiyans that he had known, even when they skulked and scraped and begged they had more dignity than the rabble that Nasu had brought here. Stronger together only ever meant weaker alone, something they were probably in the midst of finding out about now, but did they really think that their King had gotten to where he was now by being pushed from behind? They either had not the wit to see it or else lacked the will to strive for it themselves. He suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to spit again, but kept a lid on it this time, not wanting Rensu to think the gesture wholly directed to him. It wasn’t entirely his fault after all and so the only evidence of Sinthe’s anger aside from the increasing harshness of his words came in the almost imperceptible grinding of his teeth.
’And now you’re lost in the fog, scrabbling around without purpose or meaning, merely following directions and running when the call goes out. All the while appending scraps like “duty” and “kinship” to the façade. You cannot even see yourself and even if you acquired all the energy in the universe you would never be able to transform… what a wicked waste.’ Following along after another, trudging meekly unto the common dark of all their deaths, why? Because it was easier than being responsible for oneself? Because following orders was simpler than making decisions? How did THIS race ever produce anything even resembling a real Super Saiyan? ’Such an unsightly existence…’ Sinthe trailed off, suddenly vanishing in a blur of movement only to appear right in front of Rensu, throwing a right hook in towards his abdomen, looking to fold him up and set up and overhead ax handle blow to smash him down into the ground, ’…should be destroyed without hesitation.’
This wasn’t just theatre anymore. That so many, with so much power, would squander it all on the whims of one man, it ran contra to everything which he had ever held sacred insofar as he ever had. He couldn’t see the point, if he asked they would more than likely parrot “loyalty” back at him, this he knew. It was the watchword of all those who had been enslaved to another’s will, the truth was much too harsh to confront directly, but for Rensu’s sake and his own he would place his lens squarely over that particular problem and liberate him from such foolish delusions.
Loyalty. Collectivism. Hierarchy. Fealty. One by one he would smash down these ridiculous excuses with his raw power and at the end, if Rensu was strong of spirit there would shine forth the light of a true Saiyan.WC: 707 Basic melee 201,119 {+10% offense from Creatures of Destruction} looking to stun Rensu with a blow to the gut before smashing him down in to the ground. Rounds Elapsed: 1
Last Edit: Sept 11, 2017 13:39:31 GMT -5 by Sinthe
Rensu raised a brow as Sinthe responded quite easily to the youth's statements and quips. There was something kind of...nerve striking about his tone. His eyes narrowing for a moment. "Eh? No," He replied. Shaking his head and turning his head a few degrees. "They haven't sold me on anything. No one has sold me on anything, either. I don't know- what you think our home is like..." He began. "But we're not tearing each other to shreds, twenty-four seven. There are periods of down time and just relaxing, y'know." Rensu tried reasoning. But even he could see that his words fell on deaf ears, regardless of what he could have ever said. Or so it felt.
He stopped talking back. The lad had few words to give back or retort with and thus was stumped. Now, he simply awaited combat. Yet Sinthe spoke on. He sounded so disgusted with what the boy had come to believe in. His people were liars to him. Saiyans were nothing more than another race in the galaxy to him. The very idea that they were the sole and only warrior race seemed like utter madness to the Anubian, more than like. In fact, if the Saiyans were a warrior race- Then were the Humans just as worthy of being referred to as such? Perhaps.
Without any more words to be uttered, the fight was apparently on. And Sinthe was quick to make himself known to the youth via quick movement and powerful attacks. The first attack issued, a fierce hook to the stomach. The weight behind the fist forcing the lad to choke and fold. Bending forwards from a forced breath, and his hands quickly coming and trying to clasp where Sinthe had struck. His eyes opened up in surprise, as well. However, he wasn't given the luxury of recovery, now was he? No, instead Rensu was then subjected to a powerful overhead attack, one taking advantage of his stunned state. Like a one hundred pound dumbbell being dropped midair, Rensu crashed into the ground with a serious force. His face slamming quite hard into the ground beneath him, and his feet flying up before coming down with the rest of him.
'Should be...destroyed.'
He heard about that much. Rensu felt a wave of emotions come forth and wash over him. His cheek was pressed to the ground now, and thus his ear was pointed up and able to listen to whatever he could pick up on. Normally, such a statement wouldn't really bother the boy. After all, he had fought plenty of people who had seen themselves as able to destroy their opponents. But, this guy. Sinthe, a man whose strength soared beyond Rensu had just gone and stated that insects such as himself deserved nothing more than a swift and deserved destruction. So, the youth's instincts had to kick in now. They just had to. His hands moved little by little. His palms twitching and fingers trembling as they scraped at the ground. Clenching and grasping at what he could. "Gk...erk.." He stumbled and stuttered over his words and the built up saliva was keeping him from speaking coherently. The first attack and he was already rendered to such a pathetic state. Maybe destruction really was his fate...
<D-Damn it. He's not playing with me, at all..> Rensu thought. Picking his face up and resting his chin on the ground. Eyes looking down and stealing quick, sheepish glances up at the Anubian before him. He looked a lot more...erm, scary from down here. What was he thinking! A Saiyan was not to feel fear or such weakling emotions! <D-damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!> Rensu slowly regained control of his hands. His eyes clamping shut and a slight choking sound escaping him. As if he was trying to hold back a cry of anger. He began slamming each fist into the ground in a pattern. First left, then right. Then left twice before raising his head and smashing it down, himself! It seemed so self-destructive and strange, but it served a purpose. Fight of flight. That instinct was taking place and hold of the youth. <I'm not gonna be destroyed! Not by him! I AM a warrior! I AM a fighter! I DESERVE TO BE ALIVE, AND NOT DESTROYED!!> Rensu's thoughts became more and more aggressive and fueled with anger and rage. Hate began filling his heart, yet it wasn't hatred for Sinthe or what Sinthe stood for. Instead, it was a direct and unadulterated hatred for himself and his weakness. He let his guard down and was actually kicking himself for even taking on an opponent who surpassed him so effortlessly. One more headbutt to the ground was given before Rensu moved to smash his right fist into the ground. Lifting himself up by forcing himself to flex and draw blood into his muscles as best he could. His other fist coming forth and lifting his torso up. His closed eyes remained so, but drops of liquid had begun falling from his chin, as they had trailed down.
The boy picked himself up at last. Standing on both feet, and purposely turning himself away from Sinthe. His back facing his opponent, essentially. His head hung low, as his eyes came to open. Tears that had been held back now rolling down his scarred cheeks. The youth's normally black pupils had faded to white, now. His eyes totally dead and expressionless, yet; they felt alive and teeming with energy. Emotion radiated off of him. Was this what Sinthe so desired? It must have. Regardless of anything, Rensu's head jerked up. Once. Then twice. Electricity surging around the lad. He wasn't at the power level to become a Super Saiyan Two, but it seemed the pure rage and anger that had culminated into the boy's small body had been enough to create a mock up of what sort of lightning normally enveloped the ascended classification of Super Saiyan. <I...I won't let you down! Tarro! Tomina! Carva!> His teammate's faces flashed in the lad's eyes. He swore he could see them. As ghostly apparitions of themselves, though.
He turned to face Sinthe, now. His pupils returned. But they had become light and now, rather than black they were green. The look on Rensu's face was that of an angered and desperate Saiyan. It could shoot through even the most sturdy defense. Emotions were such an odd thing, weren't they? His lips were contorted into a heavy frown. His eyes fierce, and his eyebrows furrowed into a shape that screamed, "I. AM. PISSED!" powerfully. Like a bullet piercing a veil, Rensu's entire body had jerked back and his feet fastened to the ground. "GYAAAAAGH!!" he bellowed. A golden aura surrounding him and exploding vibrantly around him. Raging like a flame against winds. Awakened, was what he had been. It took a moment, but his personal storm had come to calm. And he had stood upright. His green eyes looking to pierce Sinthe's own. Sinthe likely engaged plenty of Saiyans before, but Rensu was different. He began walking towards the Anubian. Each step bringing forth a thundering sound rather than a small step sound.
"I'm....I'm not gonna let you erase me without a fight." Rensu stated coldly. His fists clenched tight, and red drops of blood dripping down. Yet he didn't flinch. He just wanted one thing and one thing only: To kick. Sinthe's. Ass.Rensu has unlocked Super Saiyan!! Thread PL: 135,672 STAM: 3/3 Super Saiyan [x13] PL: 1,763,736 Sinthe
The feeling of Rensu’s disdain turning in on itself was practically palpable as he beat his hands and head on the ground. It would likely have been child’s play to finish him then and there before he could fully collect himself from his opponent’s opener, but then Sinthe noticed something. Something so terribly important that he was willing to yield up the fate of this world entire just on the off chance that it might happen. So he gave the lad space. Room to grapple with himself and with his ki, fighting, flowing, folding, flaring like never it had before until finally,,, finally!
The silence that followed was not at first broken by Sinthe’s voice, no harsh or humorous words, but something else entirely.
It was a very deliberate sound, not clapping exactly, more a succession of claps but holding none of the sarcasm implicit in such an act. So much was obvious from Sinthe’s face, which beamed out at Rensu’s hard, cold, flinty stare with uncommon enthusiasm and honesty. Clap. Clap. Clap. ’There now. I knew you could do it.’ Just as uncommon perhaps were his short, clipped statements, which for someone who loved to pontificate about anything and everything under pretty much any sun that there was or would be would be taken as a major departure from the norm. There reached a point however when talking with a Super Saiyan was just no longer worth it and as Rensu began to step forward the Anubian got the distinct impression that juncture was coming fast. So he didn’t speak. He clapped. Step. Step. Step. Clap. Clap. Clap.
’The power is yours now.’ It only remained to be seen what Rensu would do with it, whether he would fritter it away on himself, whether he would squander it upholding the vanity of another, or perhaps… only perhaps he would be a Super Saiyan proper. The thought came not consciously, it was almost a whisper in the heart of the Destroyer, one that nevertheless filled him with such abstract childish glee that even as much as the newly awakened Super Saiyan glowered at him the cat-man could not help but smile.
Some men wore the trappings of power well indeed, they stood as though they were poured there, molded to it. Such men believed that a golden aura and some quite frankly ridiculous hair made a Super Saiyan, but they were fools. It was time now to see what Rensu was made of. Now practically nose to nose with the Saiyan Sinthe had dropped his hands to the sides again and there was a moment, untroubled by either combatant despite their pulsing, mingling auras, one of those moments so precious and perfect before the heat of battle that with the slightest provocation it would shatter into a million pieces.
Naturally that provocation came from Sinthe himself. Suddenly snapping into motion he threw a wild haymaker with his right hand which had struck flush only moments ago would likely have taken Rensu’s head just about off. Not one to throw lone attacks Sinthe would quickly follow up wuth a similarly vicious straight down their shared centre line, putting his mark right in the middle of the young Saiyan’s face and finally as he pulled back from that he’d use the momentum shifting onto hios back foot again to plant it and swing his right leg around in what would be a devastating roundhouse if he could pull it off.
In truth, this too could be considered part of the prelude, but this was a power that the boy had only just come in to and no matter if he could not feel the vague similarity of their powers it would be a little while before he could make it totally his own. The rod was often the best instructor in such martial pursuits, but his fists and feet would do just as nicely. WC: 652 Throwing a melee c-c-c-combo at Rensu : 201,119 again. Stamina: 3/3 Rounds Elapsed: 2
He was clapping. The man who Rensu was about to wreck up and down was clapping for him suddenly bursting into this new form. The applause was bringing forth a mixed reaction, really. A bit of anger and annoyance mixed with gratitude and embarrassment. It was quite rare that he was ever really congratulated for much. Regardless of anything, though? Rensu's pissed expression wasn't revealing anything more than just that. His anger had overwhelmed him and acted as a hyper pain suppressant. This would be proved and put to the test in a mere few seconds. For as he approached Sinthe as fearlessly as he did, the youth was met by the Anubian's first true string of attacks. The lad's green eyes tracking every move performed by his 'Godly' opponent. He sought to learn, despite his rage. He wasn't so easily blinded like his superiors. However, that's not to be twisted. His rage did cast a thin veil over his eyes. His senses were in tact, but many of his instincts that called for reasoning were currently disabled in favor of more primal instincts that called for justice to be served. Essentially, Sinthe would be struck down if it was the last thing Rensu would do. Thus was his mission.
A vicious haymaker had come into contact with the boy's cheek. Sinthe's paw tight and quite rough as it came against the youth's battered skin. However, the thought did not come across to him at the time; Had he not become a Super Saiyan, his head would have been launched off and likely rolling somewhere. But, thanks to this fiersome transformation, his entire body was fortified to heights beyond prior contemplation. It was incredibly, truly! Alas, young Rensu saw no joy right now. Rather, he sought to take each of Sinthe's attacks to face. Thus, Sinthe's haymaker's follow up was a success. The fist smashing right dab into the youth's face and impacting his small nose. Bending it, but the facial feature snapping back into place quite quickly. Some kind of Saiyan regeneration taking place. It was obvious that their kin recovered from battle damage quite swiftly, much faster than humans did. Nevertheless, crimson red essence of the boy's life had begun dirbbling down his nostril and lip. Sinthe's final roundhouse was far too telegraphed not to avoid. Thus, the lad had quickly bent back at the knees to avoid the incoming attack and narrowly did so. His risen hair blowing a bit from the gale produced by Sinthe's speed. It was now his turn to attack.
Snapping up, Rensu saw that there were no surfaces or walls to smash Sinthe into. He'd need improvise for now, since there was a technique he wanted to master here and now. His eyes flashed their current green, the youth taking a single step back and placing his arms up wide and out. "Guooh!" He cried, then rushing forward. Despite pain ringing through his features, regardless of whether or not he currently felt it right then and there, the boy perservered. His intention here: To successfully strike Sinthe with his shoulder and land that primary hit into the mans stomach and steal his air. From then, the boy would find himself throwing out a number of assorted strikes. Many timed strikes would be sent towards Sinthe's stomach, chest, arms and snout. Fury laced in the lad's hands and wrath empowering his knuckles with each blow. The most quintessentiual piece of Rensu's strikes was a finale. The finale of his attack being the sudden grapple of Sinthe's arm or wrist. As he intended to lift himself and his foe into the air for a short time only to suddenly throw him down, with the boy atop of him and his shoulder lodged into wherever he so could! HOWEVER! Much of this attack relied on chance and this finale. The whiff of the first strike or finale could prove dangerous!Attempted [OT-1] Heartless for 434,184 DMG STAM: 2/3
It seemed his foe was paralyzed by fear of what was to come to him! Rensu saw both satisfaction and disappointment in this turn of events. He hoped for his foe not to simply fold under pressure the way he was now. With each consecutive blow landed by the youth, Rensu could feel that of Sinthe's skin becoming more and more tender. True joy showing itself as the youth was permitted to throw the Anubian unto the ground and drive his shoulder into his solar plexus. A horrific attack when performed correctly, indeed! It was truly a spectacle, to see this young boy fight so well against a creature whom was said to exist for god knows how long. Perhaps Rensu truly was legendary in his own respect.
With that being said and done, Rensu quickly rolled from atop Sinthe. The youth was not one to attack his foe while he was down. Not in any way shape or form, he saw it as un-warriorlike and cowardly. However, he was not opposed to gathering his own strength whenever he could. Thus, the lad retreated but a mere few steps back and dropped his fists to hover beside his waist. His Ki flaring up with a vibrant gold as it so did. The fury instilled in him still present in his eyes and seemed to be unyielding. He felt strong, really. His hands were then raised, and his body turned at the hip. His hands placed into one another, palms in palm. A vibrant purple crackling and sparking 'round the youth's fingers. He'd begin charging. He saw this as a chance to give his foe a chance. A chance to kick himself into gear or get totally obliterated. He prayed Sinthe would rise. Not for his safety; But, rather, to continue this fight and satisfy Rensu's brought forth anger.[OT-2] Super Galick Gun has begun charging - Turn 1
"Grgh..." Rensu groaned under his breath. He was becoming more annoyed and engulfed in a sense of pity. There was no way he could take advantage of his foe's downed state this way. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he so much as dared to attack a downed warrior. It was cowardly. And thus, the lad brought his hands down. Releasing his charge and allowing it to disappear altogether. No longer charging his Galick Gun, the youth turned by the heel and his cheek. Facing where he had once come from. HLike a bored wolf, tired of his hunt, Rensu sought to leave this cat man by himself. He wouldn't take his life. Not today. Perhaps, next time? The youth shook his head and lifted himself from the ground. Ready to blast off back to the main event. Dropped [OT-2] Super Galick Gun. Attempting to exit thread.
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