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No good,' a voice droned from behind the enraged Bijou. There sat Sinthe, reclining in the air as though he were splayed over a couch of sorts, one foot crossed over the other knee, his hands resting behind and supporting his head as he took in the form of the creature before him. But for the mounting glow of its attack reflected therein, Sinthe's eyes seemed dull, bored, or just tired, who could know? 'If you make yourself tense up like that you wont be able to release any decent amount of energy.' Leaning further back as he spoke, he twisted in the air so that he was looking at the Bijou upside down, as though sat with his legs over the back of his purely theoretical seat. Detached hardly did it any justice, but if he were trying to project a calm aloofness the facade would quickly be stepped on by the two idiots who'd been dragging him around this literal hellhole.
'Hey Sinthe, has it stopped!? Can we come out yet!?'
The Anubian shifted in the air again, turning his still inverted gaze to the source of the voice, having found the nearest rock to hide behind Sinthe's two Oni companions were peeking out from one side as though leaning around a door frame. 'Stay down over there, I don't want to have to look at you idiots.' The older brother flashed a thumbs up as though he had not just been insulted and obediently withdrew. The younger, smaller Oni who seemed a touch more enraptured with their traveling companion lingered only to be unceremoniously yanked out of sight by the returning arm of his senior.
Pure class those two.
Pitching forward Sinthe sat up in the air, now crossing his legs as he faced the stranger, resting his head in one pal he leaned forward on his elbow, regarding the creature again and only now feeling the need to explain. 'They're good at hiding and not much else... and they're not very good at hiding.' That about covered it. No longer bobbing and twisting about the place he finally took a long hard look at the person and the power in front of him, from the feeling of his ki in particular something occurred to him. Though the creature in front of him might have looked like a baseline Earthling or Saiyan, somewhere in that same genetic branch, there were actually some subtle differences. The luster of the creatures hair and eyes were quite different and Sinthe flattered himself that he knew now more or less what Earthlings and Saiyans were meant to 'feel' like when he met them, but for a fair few outliers that was.
'Hum, I don't think I've met one of you before...'
'I dunno, came down from above so I guess it's a soul. Not like any one that I've seen before though.'
'Right... so what is it?'
'Ugh.'
Oni did not have the greatest reputation for feats of outstanding perception nor imagination and honestly such traits might be considered handicaps to what were essentially glorified bureaucrats, but the elder of these two brothers would have traded away whatever sainted virtues of efficiency and consistency his race possessed if it meant that he could posit a decent theory as to what they were looking at. Roiling lakes of blood were about what one would expect to encounter whilst they were taking a sojourn through Hell, as a matter of fact some of the most pleasant picnics he'd had were on, beside or overlooking roiling lakes of blood. The thing about this one was it was meant to be still... and also made of water.
'Wait, so did that little cloud do that?'
'I... don't want to think about that.'
The little cloud in question was not an unusual sight in one of the Other Realms, whether above or below it was the standard form that a spirit would take when said powers, neither high nor low had taken interest in them. For those in Heaven they were able to live out a peaceful, blameless existence and await reincarnation at a later time, as for those in Hell they were subject to widespread predation were they unlucky enough to stumble across any who had regained their mortal form first. This one though? Floating in the center of a swirling blood lake which up til recently hadn't been made of blood? It felt a little different.
'So, do you think if we took it to the gate--'
'Shh! Something's coming!'
The little cloud, whatever it was began to drift down towards the surface of the lake and the lake seemed almost to bow to its presence, the blood parting as a red sea to form a maelstrom the center of which the cloud now floated in. A few moments longer and the walls of the whirling vortex closed in about it, drawing in the blood around so that in time where once there had been a small lake there now floated freely a spinning orb of liquid. The sphere continued to shrink down, compressing itself in to something... else. The arms of the creature emerged first, reaching out from oblivion and parting the crimson waters of its rebirth, the lower limbs extended thereafter before finally the strange creature parted what was left of the blood orb as it lifted its head. The form was not unlike that of a Terran cat, it might in fact be mistaken for a Zoanthrope of the same region but the ki which it now exuded in a soft, constant pulse felt decidedly unlike one. Dripping in the viscera of what must have been dozens if not hundreds of wicked souls the creature shifted uncomfortably, newly made bone and muscle finding its place as he rolled and stretched his limbs.
Finally, settled in to the new body the creature let out a burst of ki from its entire body, vaporizing the gore which still clung to it and leaving the creature with no outward sign of its grisly remaking.
Sinthe was back.
Sinthe was back, but he wasn't alone. Shifting his gaze to one side, not so much as turning his head he lifted one finger towards an outcropping of rock on what previously had been the shore of his impromptu blood lake. With the merest flaring of his ki the rocks obscuring his observers cracked and split apart to reveal them. Something the Oni siblings seemed none too pleased about.
'Ah-hah, don't mind us, we were just curious what was going on here.' The older Oni's tone grew more fevered as the creature floated over to them, planting his feet softly as he crossed his arms behind himself. 'We heard people had been disappearing around these parts, but since you're obviously the cause of that we'll just--'
'These guys? No, I just lead them all here, they died on their own.'
'That's good,' the older Oni heaved a sigh as he said so, shooting his younger brother a fiendish look. 'And here I was afraid you were some kind of ridiculous monster!' In a flash the brothers had appeared beside Sinthe, one on wither flank and were already throwing attacks thick and fast. Sinthe, un-amused by this development, did not so much as raise a hand, instead weaving his head and upper body between their strikes deftly and with little apparent effort. The brothers responded by upping their tempo, throwing two strikes for every one they had previously but it was to no avail and only made their form sloppy and easier to read. Tiring of their display Sinthe crossed his arms, catching the next blow from each of the Oni in either hand and holding them fast with an iron grip.
'Sorry,' he said heavily as they stood agog at the speed and power they'd just now witnessed. Sinthe paused, as if in wonder at the sound and feel of his own voice renewed. 'But I'm definitely some kind of ridiculous monster.' Uncrossing his arms the Anubian set his feet and leveraged his not inconsiderable strength to bring the two crashing in to one another. Fighting as a team was okay, he didn't like it, but it was only okay for as long as you were able to stay out of one another's way. With a smirk he swept the two tangled bodies out of his way with a spinning back kick, depositing them off somewhere to the side where they couldn't get in his way for a quick sec.
Fighting for his life was all well and good, but since he was already dead conflict seemed sort of mooted. Taking inventory of his body was a little more pressing just now. It felt right, everything was in roughly the place he'd left it, his teeth tasted a little weird and actually having a mouth after being a cloud for so long was actually kinda gross as he shifted his new-old tongue around it. In spite of all this he was satisfied, he'd have to thank Suusao when next he saw the young Hybrid. Without him it might have taken Sinthe quite some time to come to the realization he could restore his lost form.
Ah, that was the other thing.
With his own body, mouth, teeth and indeed voice back there was something which needed saying.
'JUMPED UP ONI BITCH!!!' One might have presumed that he was addressing the two brothers that had just jumped him, but no. From the way he was screaming insults at the vaulted ceiling of HFIL it would appear that he had not yet forgotten nor forgiven the reason for his being down there. 'You better hope I'm stuck down here! Cause if we ever meet again you'll WISH you could go to Hell!' The two brothers, even as they struggled to disentangle from one another, were at a loss presented with this spectacle. That is until the elder realized to whom the peculiar and powerful cat-man's tirade was directed.
'Say, you?' Thee Oni shoved his younger brother down in order to clamber off and away from him finally, approaching the Anubian with some degree of caution though he'd not even deigned to divert his attention from arguing with the sky. 'Uh, hey... fella? You wouldn't happen to be shouting up at Queen Aka, would you?' Only then did Sinthe turn his attention back to the two Oni, his scowl sending a very mortal chill up the elder brother's spine, such that he took a step back at the sight of it.
'So what if I were?'
'Ah, well, it's just we're not really fans of hers either.'
'We actually used to work for her,' his younger brother elaborated as he got up to dust himself off.'
'Mm, long story short we let the wrong person through a door we were supposed to be guarding and boom, here we are.' Sinthe expected there was probably a lot more to it than that, he'd been tripped up by long stories told short before. 'Anyway, you know what they say about the enemy of my enemy, so how about you let us tag along wherever you're headed now you're in your own body again.'
'Not a chance,' the statement came with such a blunt brutality that it caused the younger of the two Oni to visibly deflate. Far be it for Sinthe to not take the opportunity to kick a man down though. 'I've no use for a couple of horn heads who suck at attacking just as much as they do guarding. Unless one of you can cook, unlikely, I don't see that there's anything you'd be able to offer me.'
'I can cook,' the younger Oni offered to the Anubian's already steadily retreating back.
'Shut it, you. Listen, I know we must not look like much but like I said we used to guard doors for Queen Aka, that means ALL the doors.' This at least gave Sinthe a reason to stop in his tracks, clearly listening for whatever bargaining chip were going to be offered next. 'Yeah, see everyone thinks that in the lower realm the only way to get out would be to go up, but there's another way, down and in, a hidden gate back to the mortal plane.'
'Fine... come on then if you're coming.'
'Uhm, okay then. This is Naraen, my younger brother and I'm Misshaku.'
'Didn't ask,' the Anubian replied bluntly.
'So what do we call you?' Naraen chimed in from the back of the pack.
'Sinthe,' came the clipped reply. He was done with this conversation, so done in fact that for once he didn't even go to the effort of adding his preferred affectation of 'Lord' to the introduction. Being dead had this funny way of removing the pretense from everything and right now Sinthe was wholly focused on trying to find a way out of his current predicament, so focused in fact that he didn't much care that he was probably walking in to an obvious trap. These Oni weren't particularly good at ambushing anyway, it seemed and even if they were he seemed to be more than a match for the both of them even combined.
His attention focused inward, Sinthe proceeded in leading the caravan in silence. The two brothers continued to occasionally strike up conversation but it ebbed and flowed, quickly petering out after the start. Even so he took no part and as best as he could carried on navigating towards the center of this realm he was imprisoned within.
Hi guys, just thought I should drop a quick note in here to let y'all know I'm going away for the week to sunny Portugal. (Or it damn well better be for what I paid for it xD)
So anyway this means I'll be inactive (Sinthe, Zyahe and in U6 Komoku) from 17/09 to 23/09 when I fly back.
I'll try and drop in to the Discord at night if the apartment has decent wifi, but if not I'll talk your ears off about it when I come back. Apologies in advance if you had been hoping for replies but the good news is I don't go back to work til the 28th so we can hopefully make up lost ground.
This does not help... the cloud-cat thought to itself before turning furiously on Suusao. It was a supremely lucky break that there weren't any bones or organs in there to displace but it wasn't as though the Hybrid had know as much when he just started stretching and pressing.
'You idiot!' Sinthe bellowed all of a sudden, the cloud like matter of his sculpte head stretching to ridiculous proportions that would make an anaconda blush in modesty as he did. Apparently also not noting the sheer wonder that he was able to talk without any of the needed articulation he continued on berating his companions. 'How about I start sculpting YOU once I get my body back!? And YOU!' He rounded on the Attendant, taking only a moment to forcibly shake himself back in to his regular form before laying it on thick with her as well, if he had veins to speak of he expected one would be busting out of his forehead right now so unbelievably furious was he.
'Don't even dare start in on something you haven't the slightest clue about! I've seen things that are too grotesque for even your darkest dreams! Things you can't even imagine! And you have the GALL to think you can pass judgment on ME!?' The cloud turned away from her in as much a huff as it could convey without having an actual back to turn on her. 'Well fixing your mess isn't my job anymore and you all should be grateful! If it were up to me I'd gladly rain fire down on you for the rest of eternity!'
Again, it was pretty hard to perform a decent analogue of a double take without having a neck of some description but the could turned slightly one way, then the other as if contemplating something, staring out blankly over the expanses of Hell with both Suusao and the Attendant at his back. Tilting up as if raising its head in sudden dawning realisation the cloud morph turned back towards the both before hesitantly and more softly asking: 'Wait... did I say that out loud just now?'
The outlook it seemed, for the most part, was particularly bleak. Either this woman knew more than she was willing to say or else there really was no way for him to recover himself while he was here. It seemed that without a specific intervention from someone else Sinthe was a bit stuck, he would need a body to be able to escape Hell but it was only by the dumb luck of having died previously that Suusao was able to attain one. Perhaps it would be favorable to consult more with Suusao about how he had been able to return to life in the first place, it was not something which Sinthe had ever known to have happened before. Well, if he had been paying proper attention it might have behooved him to consult more with Suusao anyway. This was sadly not the case the cat cloud found when he turned his attention back to the Hybrid.
Seeing full well where Suusao's eyes were pointing the Anubian proceeded to knock his fluffy cloud body against the Saiyan-Demon's skull. They had approximately no time to waste, certainly not on this. The sooner he could get back in to his body then the sooner they could start working on getting out of here. Though Sinthe had no conception of how they might go about achieving that latter aim, he imagined that actually having a mouth to be able to ask around would help volumes. Their erstwhile Attendant however seemed to have different ideas, whether her... odd infatuation with Suusao was to blame or whether it was as she said ore to do with getting on that red bitch's bad side he couldn't clearly discern. Then again he didn't really care all that much.
Sufficed to say, the words which Sinthe proceeded to fly-write in response of this were in no way fit for civilized, well reasoned discussion and thankfully are not recorded here. When he was finally able to calm down he floated right up to the oni woman's face in about as close an approximation of 'staring down' as one were able to achieve without actual eyes. After holding her stare cloud-to-eye for a lingering moment he floated back and drew out the word 'N O W' somewhat larger than he had bothered with before. If it were that much of a bother then she could just come along with them anyway, he wasn't about to stop her but whatever the case he was definitely about done with this being a cloud thing.
'B O D Y he repeated right to her face, omitting the question mark because it simply was not a question anymore. She was absolutely going to tell them what she knew or else it was going to come back to bite her if and when he had managed to get his form back.
WC: 477 TWC: 2,489 PL: Nebulous Stamina: Running out of jokes Techs: [PT-0] Cloud Intensifies
It probably didn't occur to Suusao that the entire reason for them having this... not really a conversation, whatever this actually was, precluded Sinthe from answering his further questions. Regardless he did his best to nod his-- well to tilt the front of his cloud body back and forth to indicate that yes it was he. Slightly annoyed that Suusao had again seen fit to drop the 'Lord' out of his name the Cloudnubian briefly considered some further and much more passive-aggressive sky writing and while he could do literally nothing to make this situation any worse he thought the better of it in order to look to bettering it instead.
Happily it appeared that, whatever had passed between them previously, Suusao was glad to see him. He could say the same under the circumstances, although even when they had first met the youth's earnestness and attitude had grown on him somewhat, to the point that he had elected to give him the keepsake to which Suusao had referred. Sinthe had met many fighters in his long years that were so very proud of never as much as being nicked in battle. Scars were good for a warrior though, they made certain one remembered and the way he was at the moment Sinthe certainly wouldn't have turned his nose up at one or two. Just so long as he could have the body for them to go on.
As they were joined anew by one of Suusao's infernal hangers on he nodded again that this was indeed his first time in Other World, being there were very few serious threats to him as he had been in his younger years. Quite frankly he was with Suusao in having never expected to have ended up in a place like this. Of course excepting his current condition he had no real fear of Hell, it was just Heaven for bad people. He did rather take issue being lumped in that category, he'd never really done anything, well, almost nothing, which he would have considered to be wholly evil and he rather disliked the presumption with which the woman upstairs had proposed to punish him.
Ah, that would explain quite a bit, this “Nei-chan's” might have either gone over or completely slipped through Suusao's head but it was not lost on Sinthe at least. It seemed that Suusao had indeed been having an interesting time of things if he had been to one of the afterlives before. Sinthe supposed it must have been the other one, seeing as how Suusao probably would have taken extra care not to get killed again if it had been here he'd been sent. That of course meant that Suusao knew the trick to getting one's form back even if he no longer required the knowledge and having made this connection Sinthe almost immediately resumed his discourse.
B O D Y ? He couldn't punctuate properly but the rough form of a question mark was good enough. If he were able to get his body back then perhaps the two of them together might be able to discover a way back to the mortal world. Clearly such a route existed in some part of the Afterlife for Suusao to have visited twice, perhaps they would be able to escape in much the same way he had done before.
- WC: 561 TWC: 2,012 PL: On Cloud 9,000 Stamina: More exhausted than this gag. Technique: [PT-0] Multi-Spec For Necromancy
Had Suusao merely elected to flare his power it was entirely likely that Sinthe would have been dislodged and thrown aside, as it was his brief burst of what the Anubian cloud assumed to be Super Saiyan power had given him just the golden spiky thing he needed to hold on even with his ridiculous fluffy self largely bereft of power. He reflected that if this weren't actually happening to him it could be pretty funny, but whatever hilarity was evident to the casual observer was rather lost on Sinthe who would very much like to stove his epic mount's head in right about now than simply be able to laugh this off.
There's a special place in Hell for people this dumb... maybe we can find it later on.
As Suusao continued to flail about aimlessly, finally managing to wrest Sinthe away from him and separate them he further annoyed the cloud by the presumption that it was HE who wasn't paying any attention to what was going on. Sinthe floated there for a moment before rapidly and violently twitching his cloud body here and there as he again, neglecting once more the fact that he had no means to do so, attempted to shout the Hybrid down. Not a one word of course issued forth, but within the poofy serene looking cloud body his soul continued to seethe which such wild profanity as was not even fit for the plains of Hell. Small blessings and all that.
Tired, frustrated and especially sick and tired of waiting considering what he had just been through with the red skinned hag upstairs, he paused, wondering how he could possibly make Suusao understand. Then it struck him, the obvious fact that while being devoid of his power almost entirely there was one key ability which he still possessed. Had Suusao not elected to blunder them over a cliff, had he not seen the Demon-Saiyan floating there like a big dumb lumoc it probably wouldn't have come together for him.
Now instead of flinging himself at Suusao in frustration he floated just above him, winding down in a smooth s-bend to show the form of the letter itself. If this didn't work he honestly had no idea what he would do. Probably find a blood spring to ease his weary cloud and take solace in a life well lived.
S I N T H E
He took his time and slowly, painstakingly crafted each individual character so that there could be no possible confusion before then coming to float by the side of Suusao's head in anticipation of finally being recognized. He'd only been able to draw the shapes with his flight path and hadn't figured out any way to actually leave the impression behind. Siphoning off whatever remained of his body for that seemed like a shit idea to be honest. He only hoped that Suusao was paying attention for a nice change, well that and that he wasn't too sore about being ringed out after the manner of a golf ball when last they had met.
This may not have been the masterstroke Sinthe had initially taken it for.
- WC: 528 TWC: 1,451 PL: Destroyer of Sunny Days Stamina: Tired of being a cloud. Techs: [PT-0] Recant Heresies Suusao
'Wait! No! Mistrial! I demand to be judged by a jury of my peers!' Is something along the lines of what Sinthe would have wanted to say, had he a mouth, vocal chords, lungs, lips, teeth. All that good stuff. As it was all he was able to do was gesture wildly with the edges of his little cloud body which all told did not seem to be a very persuasive argument. 'Being without peer I demand that I be allowed to judge myself!' That probably wouldn't have gone over any better but all of this was moot in as much as he suddenly found himself floating in what very definitely appeared to be Hell, HFIL, whatever you wanted to call it. Floating in Hell with a fluffy vulnerable cloud body That did not seem like a great idea, better to be amended as soon as possible and in the meantime he could do worse than find a quiet spot to rest, meditate and gather whatever energy he could.
Death seemed to have reduced him somewhat in stature, although to be truthful that was a Hell of an understatement. If it were stature he had gone from five foot and change to being no more than 30 or so centimeters in any direction, not to mention that his figure had gone right out the window. He had complained endlessly about how his mortal body was not nearly what it used to be, that it didn't do his name any justice and that if it would just revert to the way it had been in ages past he would be much happier. Suddenly he found himself missing it, they had been so close.
The vanity of wanting to find a quiet place in Hell was not entirely lost on Sinthe as he floated amongst the sulphury void, everywhere he went he 'saw' the evil and the debased either receiving their just desserts or doling them out to one another. Why would they even do that? Surely the only thing worth worrying about or stressing over in Hell was not being in Hell. Whatever, he moved on. Blood lakes, bone hills, cave that appeared to be howling at him and mussing up his cloud body while it did so. None of these were really suitable and it seemed rather than finding a quiet and peaceful place in which to recover he would have to take his chances on just any old place.
It was having made this resolution that he came upon someone familiar to him, someone he had only had the pleasure of meeting once and whom he assumed would be a much better fit down here. The Demon-Saiyan Suusao looked significantly different from what he recalled but that wasn't really a fair assessment for him to level at anyone in his current state. Whatever the case it certainly seemed to be him alright and it seemed that he had fallen in to that most typically Saiya trap of allowing his 'tail' to do all the thinking for him. To Sinthe this entire situation spelled danger and Suusao was just blindly, blithely standing in the middle of it. Oh, he was no slouch and he had proved as much the last time that they had fought. Though he had been soundly defeated he had given a good account of himself as could be expected. If the scene playing out before the little fluffy destroyer was anything to go on however, his instincts still needed a great deal more work.
If I had a mouth to tell you how much of a jackass you're being right now...
Under the circumstances he wasn't exactly sure what Suusao could have done to wind up here but it was more than likely something stupid and ill-advised. He had gotten the impression the young man was impulse driven, as many young men tended to be and what he was seeing sort of bore that out as regards a very specific impulse. That having been said he seemed rather more mischievous than he did actually wicked, despite the blasphemy which had stuck in Sinthe's craw there didn't seem to be any harm in him. There was a saying on Earth about books and covers, probably didn't apply in this instance since any book you brought down would catch fire immediately.
Oh yes, follow the strange slatterns into a deserted amusement park, even I'VE seen enough network television to know that's a terrible idea![/i
As much as he wanted to call out to him, well no, what he wanted to do was fly down there and slap him in the face for being such an idiot, whatever the case in his present form he was unable to do any such thing. So without further ado he flew down there, pootling along in his little cloud body until he reached Suusao and with no better option he began to knock his whole fluffy form in to the Dem-Saiyan's head. Obviously this would be nowhere near enough for Sinthe, or the cloud formerly known as Sinthe, to be able to hurt him. What it would do is get his attention long enough for him to get the big idiot away from these women and their transparent honey trap, it was honestly a wonder he had survived on Earth for so long if this was the level of complexity needed to draw him in.
Watching Suusao have to fight naked had not been and still did not occupy a place on his bucket list.
- WC: 923 TWC: 923 PL: Maximum Floofiness Stamina: Depends which way the wind blows. Techs: [PT-0] Regret Life Choices Suusao
You would think an old as dirt demi-deity like this one would have more patience and you would be totally wrong. Brash, violent and somewhat pompous in his demeanor, Sinthe has been dropped into a universe which he no longer really understands and seems to no longer have any need of him. Having lost the might which he considered to be his definitive attribute he regularly struggles to identify or even empathize with the world around him and almost single-mindedly pursues the recovery of his strength seemingly lacking in any wider agenda.
One thing which hasn't changed is his tendency to speak candidly, blunt to the point of out-and-out rudeness he has no problem sharing his opinion even where it is not requested nor desired. So used is he to simply speaking his mind he does so in situations which are wildly unfavorable to him and where another being might waiver.
In spite of past disagreements Sinthe holds the dignity of the gods in high esteem, being despite his ingrained mistrust of Kaioshin and he will not often tolerate the lower races to impugn their honour or disrespect their names whatever he may think of the beings themselves. As such he holds the nominal servants of the powers to high standards and will be more than happy to tell them how they're doing their job wrong and why they suck at it, but critical attention is probably better than the ennui he treats most people with, caring not a jot if those around him live or die. He is, for now, content to move among them as he ever has, dropping in to their lives like a hurricane or else breezing through to find something more interesting.
There are things he's nostalgic and sentimental about though and this can be most readily observed in his treatment of children, while he would happily wipe out an entire world filled with a species' young he will, without fail come to the aid of a child under threat and obliterate anyone who assaults a youngster in his presence. He generally has more patience and warmth when dealing with them and he very much enjoys helping them grow in strength on their own.
Backstory
Sinthe was one of very few Anubians to be born naturally in distant eons before the present era, the maternal grandson of the Hakaishin Beerus through his daughter Poteia and her mate Cyd. The family lived for a time in about as much peace as a trio of destructive creatures with poor impulse control might. It became apparent early on that Sinthe had inherited his forebears' powerful appetite for destruction and the prodigious strength which so often went along with it. To say he was spoiled would be largely untrue but perhaps due to the overwhelming powers of his direct family his childish mischief was tolerated and when one was born strong enough to bust planets the word mischief took on a whole new meaning. “Boys and their toys,” his mother would always say, for there was no malice in his actions only innocence and perhaps childish ignorance.
That all started to change when his father was sent away on an errand of Godly import, leaving Sinthe to contemplate why creatures so powerful as they could not simply do as they pleased. His mother tried to explain to him from early on that they served the balance of the Universe same as the Kaioshin but that never seemed justification enough for him. He swore then that wherever he went n life he would endeavor always to remain free and it was this compulsion as much as anything else that sealed his eventual fate.
As he grew older Sinthe began to take a more active role in balancing the universe, trimming its fat and expelling the wicked and the wanton from its underbelly. Well, that was the plan anyway. More often than not he found that he rather liked the supposedly irredeemable a right sight more than the zealous and irascible Kaioshin that were his closest allies. In one instance, early on, when he was meant to fell the so-called 'Demon-Goddess' Penumbra who had used her powerful magic to enslave the populace of a dozen or so words, he liked the wicked and wanton so much that he straight up married her. While, as one might have reasonably expected were they not a world-ending fuzzy manchild, that didn't go over especially well. It was perhaps only the prospect that the grandson of Beerus would be unable to procreate if mated with someone of mortal descent for which Sinthe's actions were tolerated in the first place. Regardless, he pitied the man who would try to separate hi from his Angel of the Night.
As it happened Sinthe would still know the joys of fatherhood, only it would not be a child of his own blood, but he had already decided that Penumbra's blood was as good as his own. Her daughter Lux, still only young in the years of Demons was somewhat afraid of him at first and he had to soften his manner significantly before she would open up to him. Despite his blissful upbringing and fierce love of his mother whom Sinthe loved and admired above all others, it was Penumbra and Lux who instilled in him the notion of a family proper. Another nail in the coffin.
It was another world, another mission that Sinthe would acquire the last. At the time it seemed to be such a superb blessing, to find on a primitive, backwater world no more important than the reeking pond which its lowly denizens had sprung from a warrior who not only would not bow to him but could not in point of fact be bowed. To think that he had never heard of a Super Saiyan before. The two of them would blaze a trail across the stars in a battle the likes of which had never been seen before, worlds crumbling in their wake whenever and wherever they met. To stand so high above others, to have it be but a fact of one's own body and soul, in this Super Saiyan, Sinthe believed he had finally found a mortal whom he could understand and who could understand him given time. Mortals though, even those blessed with strength, or wisdom, or power are seldom so blessed as to have the luxury of time and so a scant few decades after their first meeting the Super Saiyan finally died. The fight that had become Sinthe's everything was left unfinished and he had naught but a few new scars and some gaudy jewelry to console him.
The experience though made him look again at the mortals he had previously derided almost without exception, he saw their struggles in a new light and they seemed less unsightly to him now and more noble in their nature. The Anubian who had stood so far above the world at large now wished to be a greater presence in it, to seek out such mortals as could compare to himself and bring them together in the hopes that doing so would make them all so much the stronger for having the experience. It didn't just worked, it worked superbly and from then on whenever Sinthe would overthrow those whom he was bidden he offered them a simple choice: service or destruction. To join with him in maintaining a balance while the God of Destruction was at their rest, or to simply cease. Thus the Wild Hunt was born, a group of warriors fierce as they were ruthless who would render evil unto evil wherever they went and leave only destruction in their wake.
These three things: freedom, family, comrades. These were the things which would ultimately destroy the destroyer of worlds.
For the time being though, he was significantly less of a problem, in his dozen or so decades of cat nap the universe would enjoy a respite from the scourge that was Sinthe and his huntsmen. Little did he know while slipping off into this blissful slumber that he would awake to a world much changed. Decades hence he woke to the sight of Penumbra, tears in her eyes, there to tell her that his mother had been killed in an encounter with an unknown alien. The thing which had been born from the heart of a dark nebula was like nothing else they had seem before, but perhaps worse it was no longer amongst the living for Sinthe to mete out his revenge on. He never really forgave Lagerus for stealing away his chance at vengeance and though he had previously always wished to one day surpass her he renewed that wish as a vow upon his mother's bones, as though proving he could have taken revenge himself would be the same thing. With no better way to vent his frustration the young destroyer burned the nebula and every planet that lay within to ashes, there would be no further surprises from there.
Poteia's death was instrumental in changing Sinthe's mind and making him more aggressive. Whereas before he lacked malice almost entirely he became bitter and cursed the misfortune of having such expansive power without the opportunity to defend or even avenge those he loved. More often now he would destroy his enemies without a second thought rather than risk them become a threat later on, though he kept the Wild Hunt close at hand since he already considered them as his own.
Seldom had the Kaioshin seen such sustained ferocity even from the God of Destruction, that an ordinary Anubian would relentlessly tear across space concerned them and in his grief they feared that the Demons and mortals with whom he consorted had corrupted him from his purpose. Penumbra in particular they believed had her claws in him and as tension mounted it appeared as though all out war would reign between the upper and lower realms. In desperation and quiet acceptance of her fate, Penumbra asked Sinthe for just one thing, that if she must die he protect Lux for her. Though he swore to it without hesitation that practicality of such a vow vexed him in the extreme. The universe was wild, unpredictable, this he knew. It had been why he loved it once upon a time but where it giveth Super Saiyans it had taken something far more precious from him.
There was only one thing to be done.
Soon after Penumbra had been killed Sinthe and his Wild Hunt began to rage across the Universe, destroying and subjugating anything that lay in their path. In the final battle Sinthe was sealed away and his most loyal Huntsmen Geki, Izz and Rune were all killed. Those that were left lived on as outlaws and looked for him afterwards but were unable to find even the merest trace of him, within a generation The Wild Hunt had become naught more than a myth which streaked over the skies of a thousand worlds as an omen of war. The truth was to remain locked away forever with Sinthe, though the Kaioshin were unable to devise a method of killing him that was not to say they could not destroy him. Sinthe was imprisoned within a jail of pure katchin with enchantments upon enchantments layered over it so that no one would ever find him, the prison would hide in plain sight, hung in the heavens as a star powered by the vast reserves of ki which it leeched out of him until nothing of his former might would remain. So with neither power, nor choice, nor even simple diversion, Sinthe waited. With a heart full of nervous energy and a body of unrivaled power it was a novelty he had never had time for previously.
He hated it.
He hated it so much that finally slipping off in to the darkened dreams of eternity was preferable. He expected and finally accepted that he would not be waking up. Then of course, thousands of years removed from anyone who had even the faintest idea of who Sinthe the Scourge was, he did.
Technique Tree: <BALANCED>
OFFENSIVE/VARIANT
- [EOT-1] Destroyer Beam
The user forms a small energy sphere on one fingertip and fires it off as a slim beam of energy.
[25% Damage]
- [EOT-2] Eradicator Beam
A much stronger version of the Destroyer Beam performed in the exact same fashion.
[50% Damage]
- [EOT-3]Annihilator Beam
The final evolution of the Destroyer Beam. Though much broader than its counterparts(being about twice the width of the user's fingertip) it is performed in the same manner. Whilst the other two versions of the attack were designed for enemies, the Annihilator Beam was designed to bore down to and erupt a planet's core.
[100% Damage]
-[EOT-1] Wave of Destruction
A short wave energy wave in which the user holds their palm towards the target's face or chest beforre bombarding them with a concentrated burst of ki.
[25% Damage]
-[EOT-1] Explosive Wave
The user expels ki from their entire body in a short omni-driectional burst.
[25% Damage]
-[EOT-2] Super Explosive Wave
The user expels ki from their entire body in order to throw back any enemies in the vicinity.
[50% Damage]
PASSIVE/SUPPORT
- [PT-1] Flight
The ability to levitate and fly with one's ki.
[Flight]
- [PT-1]Ki Sense
The user is able to sense the ki of others in the same region as them.
[Regional ki sensing]
- [PT-2]Planetary Ki Sense
The ability to seek out ki signatures that exist on the same planet or celestial body as the user. Provides a more precise idea of detected PL.
[Planet wide ki sense]
-[PT-3] Galactic Ki Sense
The ability to sense the ki of others so long as they are within the same galaxy as the user.
[Galaxy wide ki sense]
-[SST-1] Rapid Movement
Using high speed movement he user is able to dodge up to 100% of their PL.
[100% PL Dodge]
-[SST-2] Afterimage
The user is able to move so quickly now that they leave behind an image of themselves to confuse opponents who attack them.
[150% PL Dodge]
-[PT-1] Ki Suppression
Allows the user to suppress their ki so long as no techniques are used.
[Ki Suppression]
-[PT-2] Ki Suppression
The user is now able to conceal their ki even when using support tier techniques.
[Ki Suppression]
-[PT-3] Ki Suppression
The user is able to suppress their ki when using any technique except Special tiers and higher.
[Ki Suppression]
-[EST-1] Return to Sender
Seizing hold of an opposing energy attack, the user compresses it in to a small energy sphere and flings it back at an enemy.
[Redirect 15% Charge]
-[EST-2] Return to Sender
Seizing hold of an opposing energy attack, the user compresses it in to a small energy sphere and flings it back at an enemy.
In his long and varied life, Sinthe had never actually been dead before. Go figure. People had always said that it was very much like falling asleep, in his case this was very literally what it was like because that was pretty much the last thing that he remembered doing. Well the last thing he remembered actually doing was forcing a Super Saiyan out of that kid and then powering up. I overcooked it, he thought to himself. That alone though should not have been nearly enough to have killed him and as much as he had thought Rensu to be misguided and foolish in his loyalties, Sinthe did not imagine for a second that he would have been the one to have dealt a finishing blow. There had been more important things going on at the time as he recalled. That must have had something to do with it, he thought, Saiyans being Saiyans.
So, in recap he had punched a legendary warrior out of some kid, fluffed his power-up and seemingly been rendered in a cat-atonic state until someone did something immensely silly to the planet he had been sleeping on. Great. Just great. That certainly explained why he was at the back of a very long line. 'Looking' ahead to the front he perceived in the far distance an elegant tile roofed building frequented by what appeared to be Oni going hither and thither, some accompanied by cute little formations of clouds tailing after them like a flock of birds. Yep. Definitely dead.
The waiting was quick to become tedious but the attendants on hand were very clear, cut the line, go to Hell. Sensible policy when you were on the one side of it but Sinthe was very, very close to doing something very, very stupid. Although what he would actually be able to 'do' in this amorphous fluff body of his was rather up for debate at the moment, no ki and no limbs was not a good starting point although depending on what he was actually made of he might be able to suffocate someone to death where pressed. That didn't sound like a pleasant experience for anyone, however and was likely best to be avoided if at all possible. That window was closing fast though and after a length of time that he would not have otherwise countenanced had he been in possession of his ow form his anxiety to have this seen to only increased when he came within reasonable distance of the check-in itself.
Just as he had begun to feel he'd been kept waiting for a year or more, just when he was about to snap and storm ahead (wildly appropriate now that he appeared to be a floofy cloud creature) whatever the consequence he found himself thrust into the station proper. With all the confused grace and poise of a man striding out of the shower buck ass nude only to realize too late that his in-laws are visiting he was left hovering before the massive desk of.
Huh, well that wasn't EXACTLY what I had been expecting.
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
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
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
Saiyans really did like strife it seemed. Not that it surprised him at all. It seemed the ‘big dog’ amongst the Saiyan aggressors who called themselves the SGK (and how cute he found that to be) and the bedhead from the Lookout were both Saiyan kings or as good as. He didn’t really have a great metric to judge Komatsu’ lot by, but the rabble that the Galactic King had assembled here didn’t impress him overmuch. Oh, they were impressive no doubt, but seeing Saiyans, Super Saiyans no less, meekly follow scratched at something deeply seated in the back of his mind. His ears twitched and anyone who’d spent time with him would nknow by this and the anxious swishing of his tail that something had really rankled him.
Bedhead at least seemed as though he was suppressing his baser nature if he was here to defend such a planet as Earth, Saiyans that Sinthe had known in the past and in the present day would roll over this world with nary a second thought nor backward glance. At the other end of the spectrum there was the ranting behemoth that the SGK had brought with them, whom one would think a being of Destruction might take to quite happily, but who in fact made Sinthe feel strongly that he should have nipped this particular race in the bud when he had the chance. Turning his head he spat, the gob of saliva leaving his lips and evaporating where it struck the root of the Tree of Might as it devoured life, moisture, everything and anything around it to feed its own growth. A shameless beast filled only with the will to slaughter… how pitiful.
Snapping his head back around as he sensed something, something which had notably been missing, he couldn’t help but smile again, softer this time. He didn’t know the power with him, but his compatriot had certainly been skipping out on basking days it looked like. Indeed the ‘great and the good’ not just of Earth appeared to have turned out in force and now that he looked again he could even sense a Kai in there somewhere, a Kai who felt weird but hey they all were a little odd he’d always thought.
And it was only after all of this that things started to get crazy.
One of the SGK Saiyans, a Saiyaness in fact now that he looked twice, broke rank with her fellows and rushed towards him. He lowered his hands from where they’d been behind him, throwing up a defensive posture in a hurry, not sure if he’d make it in time. At the least he could parry if he couldn’t block head on and with that Tree feeding her power anew he wasn’t sure he could. That though, turned out to be something of a moot point. Again he felt this one before seeing him, one of the Ember Lady’s entourage, Ragnarok he believed had been his name put himself between Sinthe and the oncoming barrage. A little annoyed at the interruption and at the fellow’s cheek he simply floated out from behind him, arms crossed now in a huff one would expect of a moody teenager. Or an eons old cat person, same difference.
’You’re going to be sorely disappointed if you expected a thank you note out of this, but don’t mind me, I’ll find my own fun.’
Leaving them to it the Anubian turned his attention back to the Kingdom Saiyans guarding the Tree… just in time to see it get wiped out just like that. Breaking with his unconcerned façade briefly he shielded his eyes from the sudden splendor and moreso the backwash of the attack’s force. In retrospect he was glad that he’d waited and not made a beeline to deal with the said evil topiary and hung back whilst this little malfunction at family junction unfolded. Not thinking, he gave a low whistle as the clamor died down and he could see the ruin of what once was the Tree of Might. ’That is one DEAD shrubbery… and speaking of which.’ His attention finally returned to those selfsame Saiyans, his thrumming blood now demanding that he find himself new quarry. As before though he did not have to wait very long since the Saiyans were already splitting off this way and that, one of them had even been so kind as to choose him as well.
One of them being probably the lowest power there, but saying that it wasn’t nothing. Very many Saiyans would live out their lives never reaching the heights that this… boy had surmounted. He didn’t know whether that said more about the Saiyan race as a whole or more about this child. Whatever.
Shooting one hand up to guard his face Sinthe intercepted the boy’s attack handily, even with the entire weight and force of his musculature falling on that point, the Anubian was unyielding. That was the attitude he’d come out with and it had stuck. ’Haaah? What’s this? Was your Saiyan blood so enflamed that you rushed me without thinking to transform?’ He paused, looking beyond their crossed arms to stare the boy straight in the eye, calm, cool, letting his ki wash out over them both in strong, steady waves as he built a more definite picture of what he faced.
’No?’ For perhaps only the second time that day he sounded genuinely surprised by this revelation, but seeing the subdued spark behind his opponent’s pupils he knew that it would be something not terribly difficult to amend. Not difficult for him anyway, this first part would probably suck for the kid. Looking one last time this way and that to see the battle unfolding, he was satisfied that this was his best chance to get the young Saiyan on his own. Even if that weren’t the case he REALLY wanted to give that thing that Chris was doing again a wide berth, to think that he’d put his power behind one of those!
’An army of Super Saiyans… and you. That wont do at all.’ Tightening his grip, Sinthe engaged his other hand and seized Rensu around his wrist, twisting to the side and beginning to spin the both of them around, once twice, always a third for luck and release! Flinging the young Saiyan back to the way he’d approached by, where it would no doubt be quiet now that Earth’s defenders had turned out in all their righteous pomp. ’You all! I’m off!’ was the only indication of his intentions that he offered, sure the world was ending, but something much, much bigger and more important was about to happen.
A Super Saiyan was about to be born.
WC:1,125 [Blocking Rensu's melee for 55,886] [Accepting the challenge and splitting off to a Side Saga]
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