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The streets of the South Capitol was one that he had almost long forgotten if it hadn’t been for his frequent outings in search of something that could satisfy his hunger; Cornatto was a Saiyan. So no wonder that it would take more than just a ‘little meal’ that was pretty much composed of a huge steak, for him not to feel his stomach filled for good. It was something that was common among all Saiyans, or at least he hadn’t met a Saiyan that didn’t like eating as of yet-- nor did he expect to meet one anytime soon. After all, he was pretty sure that it was some physiology thing that was common to all members of the warrior race, so it wasn’t like they could have helped it anyways.
To Cornatto, eating was pretty much one of the best things that he could ever do in his free time-- when he wasn’t training that is. It wasn’t like there were many things Cornatto liked to do other than that and fighting, obviously. Training was obviously a part of it, but it was even better if he could train with someone else, just like the old days with Natto. Training with someone else had managed to further improve his strength, in that case, it was the Overseer that he had succeeded into tapping into the full power of the Super Saiyan transformation. He was grateful for that, after all, he had also understood better the concept of suppressing his energy in a transformed state, and he thought that it would likely be useful with the next Super Saiyan forms.
He only wished that he hadn’t slacked in those years of-- relatively talking, peace. He didn’t lose his strength as a whole-- or well, he did get rusty a bit, but he had been getting stronger every day and not only day but with an enormous pace! He had no memories of training being so fruitful before, even when he trained with Natto back then, it’d have still taken Corn some time for his power to raise further up the heights. However, he had to say that. Lately, it had been a rather quick process. It didn’t mean that Cornatto didn’t have to put effort into it. He had been focusing a lot on his training. His own and also Kabocha’s; he had been trying to push her to turn into a Super Saiyan, without many results but he was sure that she was close enough to it.
However, he wasn’t training at the moment but rather flying above the buildings of the South Capitol; it was a rather nostalgic view considering he hadn’t been there at all since he had first returned to Earth. He had been way too busy with the teachings of the old geezer and all of that, not to mention his training that had been giving quite some good results. He also needed a little break, though, and he thought that taking a look at the city could have been a refreshing experience.
Although it seemed that in twenty years not much had changed, or well, so he thought at least considering he didn’t exactly remember every single spot in the city, but still it was still pretty much what it was supposed to be-- a city. While, on the other hand, the Saiyan Alliance Outpost was nothing more than a bunch of ruins. It was a shame, but by no means, he didn’t miss the place; he hadn’t ever been the kind of person that would usually roam around in cities and all, but he had a few friends living here, particularly a hybrid that used to have a tea shop.
It was kind of weird how someone with Saiyan blood could even have a shop, but he guessed that it was because of his human blood that made him less of a fighter than actual pure-bloods. Maybe it was kind of obvious because humans weren’t anything like Saiyans when it came to fighting; at best they did it for self-defense. They wanted to survive, that was all, but he had noticed how most Saiyan hybrids seemed to have a talent for battle-- too bad, not many made good use of it.
The Earthling Saiyan floated down to the ground, landing on a street that brought back a lot of memories as it was exactly where the hybrid’s shop used to be. Too bad it wasn’t there when he had arrived, but he wasn’t that surprised, he had expected the half-Saiyan not to be in whereabouts anymore after twenty years. He could only wonder what had happened to him, but either way that meant Corn had no idea as to what else he could do there at that point.
“What to do now… I guess I could grab a bite.” - he muttered under his breath, sighing as he lifted both arms and held his head, about to turn around and leave but as the man glanced around, he took note of a feeble light in a dark alleyway. It had admittedly caught his interest as the man decided to take a better look, and by the time he reached the light, he noticed that the light came from a small lamp placed above a door.
In front of the door, a tall and bald man stood with arms folded over his chest. He didn’t look like the friendly type of person, and when he took note of the Earthling Saiyan approaching, he stared at him almost as if he was analyzing him.
“...Are you new?” - the bald man asked.
The Earthling Saiyan remained silent for a few moments, what did he mean? It was evident that the man was guarding the entrance to the building, but why was that? He guessed that something was going on from his question. At first, Corn was going to tell him the truth and say that he had no idea of what the guard was talking about, but in that case, it was likely that he wouldn’t have found out what was hiding behind that door.
“Uhm, yeah. I am new.” - he replied, as firmly as he could.
The guard didn’t seem that sure of the man’s answer himself, but after a little while, he nodded.
“You do have the physique, so I guess you’re good.” - the man said before turning so that Cornatto could pass by and step inside, and so he did, pushing the door open as he walked down a staircase.
[Thread Power Level: 2,439] [Calla is Suppressing her Ki. Her Power Level is currently: 400. It is rising however.]
The smell would hit Cornatto first - a potent conglomerate of sweat, vomit, booze and blood. Not pleasant, but at least not unfamiliar and it bled into the walls as though the building itself were moist and leaking with it. Probably didn't help that the cellar wasn't exactly a big place and effectively a box with little to no ventilation. A sole window cracked open that overlooked an alleyway with trash piled up so high in dumpsters they were tipping over. Apparently, the pickup trucks had decided to ignore this little slice of heaven on their weekly route.
At the bottom of the staircase, the sounds of a gathered crowd were audible. A lot of people were together in the close quarters just beyond the weak threshold of an unlocked and slightly ajar steel door. Bent in on its frames and worn out, it looked like it had seen far better days in the past. There were dents in it large and small alike - some that suspiciously looked to be the size of a person's forehead, while others appeared to be no bigger than a normal fist. These people human or otherwise seemed to have anger issues.
Regardless, the shouts became clearer. "Fifty Zeni on the lass." With a shuffle of hands a person with a cheap cardboard box (a hole slit across the top), walked over to the owner of the voice and retrieved the currency. The thin man then turned away and stepped back wiping a dollop of sweat from his brow, an exhausted expression stretched across his face. He could barely maneuver through the mosh pit. They shoved him every which way yelling, cheering and jeering. He struggled to keep his footing until he worked his way back near the entrance where he could relax against the frame of a barren white-washed wall - freshly wiped clean of gore. His name was Marcus. Not that anyone ever asked - one of the glorified bookkeepers of this activity.
"A hundred, hundred on Bruno," another said jumping slightly and waving his hand to garner the attention of the 'money handler.' Marcus sighed then summarily collected and deposited the wager. That would be the last for now, so he returned to his sanctuary corner. The yells however did not falter, in fact only grew substantially in the final moments before the illegal bout's start - a ebullient degree of mock adrenaline surged over the crowd as it advanced forward and formed a barrier of bodies. That barrier became the shape of the ring, encasing the two combatants and forcing them to face each other.
A muscular man stood proud, bold and ripped on one side. He was shirtless,massive and scarred. The body told a tale of knife fights, brawls and alcohol abuse. With even the slightest motion on his part, his toned form rippled with anticipation. Bruno stared his challenger down with relative amusement swept across his face. He almost wanted to laugh, and couldn't resist a chuckle as he rolled his neck to one side cracking it with a viciously disgusting tone. "I think you might be lost girl," he said no respect in his voice.
Only a teenager, Calla, hardly could be viewed as imposing. The death in her eyes however, nearly brought silence on the dirtied floor. Her hair hadn't been tied up. Instead, wild and unkempt it trailed all the way down her back and further still past her rear. She should have brushed it to comb out the tangles before coming. The jacket she wore atop her crimson blouse was torn in places, and unneeded as she shrugged it off and let it crumple to floor. That left her adorned in plain, black trousers and the unremarkable top, her hands bare except for the cloth bandages wrapped around them. She kept her tail hidden wrapped tightly around her waist.
Lost. Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm here again - still don't know why. It's a rush, but, I know this can't be right. Is this really me; all that is left? I feel my heart racing, but nothing else. It'll hurt. He'll hurt me, use me as a punching bag, and I have to hold myself back so I don't kill him. Tell me how the fuck is that fair - what's the bloody point? I don't want this to be all I can understand . . . I barely know how to fight.
"Nothing to say, that's good. Bitches like you should keep quiet. I like them that way." He licked his cracked lips; bit them until blood trailed down his mouth and then he laughed. The crowd roared at that laughter and all. Although, not everyone participated. There were a few that saw the Saiyan last time bring a veteran to her knees, break her bones and nearly take a life. "Sorry, I'm no gentlemen, I won't be giving you a free shot." He advanced in a blur contrary to his build determined to land the first blows of the 'eve.
Pain - it's something that numbed Calla; physical or emotional and always present. Ever since her parents deaths the downward spiral of her life had involved it in some form or another. Bruno's fists were like hammers driving nails into her body, but that didn't matter. She held her ground well as he pummeled her; fists flying, knees edged in here and there, and palms thrusting forward. Every now and then she'd managed to defend, blocking or slipping out of the way. However, there was no elegance to her movements. It was simple, untrained instinct. It's also why she failed to notice the pressure she exerted as her suppressed Ki slowly unleashed itself.
Bruno panted harshly as the first clash ended and he leaped back. He observed his work, a wry smile on his face as he noted the blood, the bruises, the abrasions and the scrapes. Yet, what he couldn't understand caused that grin of his to fade: how could the young brat have possibly withstood all of that and not have collapsed? Stricken dumb he glared at her unable to withhold the agitation coursing through his overzealous veins. "You don't look like much, but you take punishment like a demon." There was almost a hint of adoration in that tone of his.
"Demon huh? Something like that I guess." Calla's breathing remained steady. Her tail twitched; she didn't notice though and she paced forward casually. "It's my turn - I'll try not to cripple you." The chill in those words brought a room engrossed with sweaty, fatigued and overheated bodies to ice. There were murmurs. She ignored them. D-did I really just say that? I couldn't have meant . . .
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Last Edit: Mar 30, 2017 21:14:38 GMT -5 by Deleted
The man couldn’t help but grimace the very same moment he stepped inside-- not only the interior, even if he wasn’t even done walking down the staircase, looked terrible. And one had to consider the fact that Cornatto had grown up in a forest, so it wasn’t like he had to deal with a tidy environment and all but the walls were merely one to make him question how the hell someone could just make a wall look so terrible. It looked like someone vomited there more than once, or even worse. Well, maybe it would have been better for him not even to question it at all-- considering the smell, it was probably something that Cornatto would have regretted knowing.
He was wondering; why would people even be there? He could practically feel some noise, not to mention that he could pinpoint the energy of living beings inside, but he couldn’t understand who would want to be there-- especially if you considered the fact that there was a remarkable amount of people. It wasn’t just ten, or fifteen of them. There were many others, and that was possibly why the place also felt hot aside from the lack of ventilation.
The smell, though, continued to hit him as such environments weren’t something he had ever checked out in forty years of his life. Even an Oozaru would likely have a more pleasant smell that the one that taunted the Earthling Saiyan’s senses down the staircase, but at that point, he couldn’t help but feel even more curious.
The moment he walked down the stairs, beyond the steel door, he immediately noticed the group of people that were seemingly cheering up about something, but what could it be? Were they playing some sport? Because if it were so, he’d seriously recommend each one of them to work it up and start cleaning the place before holding any event, it was disgusting. But more or less, he realized that they were also making bets-- it was pretty obvious from the presence of that poor man who had been going back and forth to collect every person’s money so that they could maybe hope to win something more than what they had given him.
Even if, he was pretty sure that most of the money went to the executioner of such events. Then again, it didn’t matter to him at first. However, to learn something more about what was exactly going on, he approached one of the people who had come there to spectate. At first, the person looked at the Earthling Saiyan sternly; maybe he thought that he was there to pick up a fight, but his behavior proved otherwise.
“Hey… do you know what’s going on here?” - he asked curiously.
The man stared at him before letting out a faint laugh. “What, are ya serious? How did the guy up there even let you in here? This is a fight club, dude. Just take a seat and enjoy.” - he told him before turning back so that he could watch the incoming fight.
On the other side, Cornatto just blinked. So, that was it. It was a fighting club. However, such didn’t make it look any better to him despite his love for fighting, and the fact that people were betting on the winner was something that the Earthling Saiyan didn’t appreciate at all. To him, fighting was supposed to be a way to have fun and maybe also considered as a sport but not a way to gain some money that they didn’t obviously deserve-- after all the fighters were the one battling, not the spectators. But, unfortunately, it wasn’t like he could do something about it-- it was evident that no one would have listened to him anyway, nor did he know much about politics, but he was pretty sure that places like this were illegal. It also made sense as to why there was a guard at the entrance, after all.
“I guess I’ll take a look.” - he thought to himself, making his way through the crowd as he finally managed to find a good spot for him to watch the fight; it looked like that it’d be a kind of interesting one, too. At first, obviously. The moment he saw the fighters, he immediately thought that there was quite a contrast considering the physical differences, it had nothing to do with their genders, naturally. He knew plenty of strong women! His daughter, too.
But, then the moment he had a more attentive inspection at their auras, it became evident to him who would have been the winner. The girl had a much stronger battle power than the man, even if it didn’t seem so considering how buff that guy was, and while her ki was nothing like the Earthling Saiyan, he had to give her some credit. Not all Humans would usually get that far, surprisingly enough. He knew some who were much stronger in his days, but he didn’t know whether they were still alive or not.
Either way, the guy looked pretty confident to be fighting a girl who made the Earthling Saiyan admittedly crack a grin. “Hehe, poor him. He’s going to find out that he isn’t invincible.” - he thought to himself. He still disagreed with the idea behind this fight, but he couldn’t help and just feel like such guys needed someone to knock some sense into them. Self-confidence was good but being arrogant was no good.
He could have stopped all of this in one move that he had thought of already, but the man thought he’d let them fight for the moment. Maybe it was his Saiyan blood making him take such a decision; he would never get in the way of someone’s fight unless it were necessary. And the fight was seemingly going more or less just like he had expected; none of the guy’s punches did any damage, nor did Cornatto look impressed at his performance at all.
He had to say, though, that the edginess behind her words hit even the Saiyan other than the crowd.
“Huh. Hopefully, she doesn’t go too far with that guy.” - he muttered under his breath.
To his credit, Bruno, did muster a stalwart defense - as to be expected of someone of his size - but against the brute force of a Saiyan, he simply couldn't measure up. What Calla lacked in finesse, elegance and skill, instinct and raw untempered strength provided nice substitutes. However, those would not entirely make up for the lack of battle experience. She practically announced each step in her opening gambit: right instep accented with a left hook.
Blocked. A muscular arm trembled forming a barrier between her fist and his face. Following up, she edged her knee into his stomach. That in turn met his palms, and as he shrugged her off, she used the ample momentum to spin outward and end the initial rush with a backhand that careened into the stiffness of his jaw.
It may not have shattered, but Bruno reeled several footfalls back an expression of utter horror creeping across his visible features. His sweat more prominent dripped freely down his bare navel, creating an oily luster on his form and still, he panted - his thoughts a mess of pain, nerves and pure shock. It even took him a moment to realize that Calla steadied herself, perfectly within melee range, preparing to lash out once more. Something changed in her. He could feel it. The presence sent tremors into every pore, and every muscle quivered in anticipation, and in slight fear.
This can't be happening. How can this inexperienced brat pack so much power behind every blow? The stupid bitch will have me on my knees with a couple more hits like that. She's so easy to read, and it doesn't fucking matter.
He may have seen through that first rush, but Calla had started to enjoy herself. Endorphins in the pleasure center of her brain were flaring - neurons the fireflies of the brain - sending her hormones, and body into overdrive. With each passing second, she lost a part of her cognitive reasoning. The pieces of herself that told her to keep calm, to stay sane and above the feelings that - thanks to her Saiyan blood - she bathed in, took shelter in the furthest recess of her mind. In a very real sense, she began to frighten herself, and that's why she stood her ground, unable to break free of a self-imposed mental stasis. Those restraints however, wouldn't contain her Ki.
A faint crimson aura formed around Calla, and try as she might, she could not stop it from overflowing. She cried out in a relatively timid manner; not in pain, but still it's never pleasant to hear a teenage girl scream. There's something about the pitch that causes some people to be annoyed, others to feel pity, and sometimes, there's an urge to reach out in comfort. Bruno though, shied away retreating back meters in a single motion. Unfortunately for him, there would be no sanctuary found in the cellar, nor within the crowd in its walls, could provide that would shield him from sheer, remorseless wrath.
I w-want to hurt him. But, that - this isn't me - can't be true. He's a jerk, but that doesn't mean he deserves what I'm thinking about doing to him. I'm terrified. That's why I haven't moved. Terrified of what I'll do, but in a second it won't matter, and, I won't be able to stop myself. Are these things really what I desire? Do I really want to see him choke on his own blood?
To most present, the Saiyan teenager appeared to simply vanish. One moment she held her ground meters from her adversary, and then in the next, was not there. A visage blurred behind Bruno before he could blink. He didn't even register that Calla had moved when searing pain radiated upwards from the middle of his spine. Trying to counter, he started the motion to turn, but, seized coughing up tiny spittles of blood as it felt as though his chest had been fragmented into several distinct fractures. Finally to top it off, his skull cracked in and he fell forward to eat the cold tiled floor. The only warmth: his blood spread out beneath him.
What just happened? That - that couldn't have been her. I couldn't fucking follow her.
Fragmented thoughts struck Bruno as he struggled to remain conscious. Beside him, Calla merely stood, breathing heavily as the soft pleading words parted from her lips. Her aura faded completely. The crowd around couldn't decide between two emotions: sheer panic or shock. The silence in the room was eerie. Only her voice echoed against the four walls as they tried to comprehend what happened.
For Cornatto, comprehension wouldn't be a problem. Following Calla's onslaught would have been easy enough. To the human eye, her high-speed movement would have been nigh impossible to track. But, to anyone more trained, there was nothing complex about what had occurred:
She maneuvered behind her foe, rotating sideways as she first struck the spinal cord with her left arm. Then she bolted to the front and slammed her right arm home into the chest. Lastly, utilizing her Ki, she streamed upwards high above and thereafter let gravity do the rest. Calla clasped her palms together into a ball as she descended and hammered the skull with one final exertion. No grace, nor complicated martial arts, only a showing of extreme speed and brute, uncompromising force.
"Stay down, please," there were faint glimmers in Calla's eyes that looked like forming tears. Although, it could have easily been sweat as well. After all, it drenched her hair, every pore of her body, and gleamed on her exposed navel. "Or, I really will cripple you." She sighed wiping the sweat (tears) away. Behind her, a tail clearly swayed. It must have slipped out during the last clash. She didn't realize yet, completely oblivious as several of the observers locked their gazes firmly upon it.
On the floor squirming in his own sick and blood, Bruno, applied all his might to stand. He had to rise. He couldn't be humiliated like this. However, so far his body wouldn't respond to his commands, no matter how much willpower he put into the effort.
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Cornatto couldn’t give any credit to the poor man who had been selected to fight the evidently stronger fighter. That’s what Corn could see just by her aura, what the others thought was probably an estimation done by the observation of the two’s height and bulkiness but such didn’t mean much at all. On the other hand, the more muscles you had, the worst it could be considering they’d likely influence your speed and do more harm than anything. It was pretty much something that Calla possessed; actual power, but it wasn’t even that great honestly-- it was just somewhat above average but definitely enough to take on the dude without much trouble if she tried.
Although he had to say that there was quite a menacing aura all around Calla, he didn’t know why but he got that feeling after she mentioned how she would have tried not to cripple him, which honestly, it was quite the cold statement. Bruno probably didn’t care way too much about it, and just considered it to be some brat’s ranting but to Cornatto that felt somewhat edgy and something that made him wonder what could have caused a kid to act like that.
Maybe it was just a mask so that she could blend in the environment, but what was a youngling even doing in a place like that? An illegal fight club nonetheless-- it wasn’t like he didn’t approve of a teenager fighting-- he used to fight when he was way younger than her, but he didn’t like the place overall. As he had expressed earlier, he had quite the distaste for bets and all of that zeni around fistfights like that-- it was a pretty cheap way to get money and honestly, most of the people there weren’t even worth a fight.
If he felt like it, Cornatto could have likely punched a hole through the wall and tossed most of the people out of the club in one way or the other. He didn’t obviously have a reason to do that, other than for the fact that it wasn’t even supposed to be a thing. When he was younger, he would have likely been tempted to throw himself into a fight or two, but not only everyone there wasn’t worth the time., Also, it wasn’t even something Cornatto approved of-- mostly because of the money. Though, if it were something like steak--... well that would have surely been difficult for the Earthling Saiyan to refuse! But, it wasn’t the case. Unfortunately.
The guy had seemingly managed to block Calla’s hit-- it was probably luck or his human instincts did the trick, but it would have taken more than that if the girl was going to fight him seriously at all. Cornatto got that feeling the moment she was seemingly stepping up her game; it wasn’t just a matter of seeing her aura but also a matter of perception as he could quickly pick up on her true energy which made him realize that she at least knew how to control her power. Although he didn’t quite understand why she suddenly dropped it off-- she wasn’t charging any move nor did the opponent require more than what she was giving him up until that point.
The Earthling Saiyan knew how to suppress his energy, but he didn’t usually do that. He preferred to fight without boundaries-- not as in transforming into a Super Saiyan right from the beginning. Unless he’d need to, like against a stronger foe about as strong or even stronger than the legendary warrior, he preferred to start fighting in his base form. Though, he didn’t quite understand why Calla had even bothered suppressing her energy if she was going to break it shortly after.
Then, the girl suddenly moved at a speed that wasn’t that difficult for Cornatto to see at all-- but he could tell most of the other spectators would have had a hard time to keep tabs on her moves. However Cornatto had long since surpassed her speed and could easily see her moves without too much of an effort, and he had to say that she wasn’t that experienced at all when it came to fighting, although she was maybe a little bit creative. It wasn’t a matter of style and all when it came to studying Calla’s moves but rather her raw strength that was sure essential, but it wasn’t used correctly, either way, he had to give her some credit for that power. Not all ‘humans’ could easily reach it.
But, he had to take that thought back the moment his eyes curiously set on the girl-- more precisely her waist as he noted a way too familiar characteristic; a tail. The Earthling Saiyan had blinked before he let out a faint chuckle.
“Hahaha… I guess that explains it. She’s a Saiyan! It’s strange, though, I’ve never seen a Saiyan dressed like that.” - he thought to himself. He did have a point; obviously, he was the first of them all to dress like an Earthling, but still he wore a martial arts outfit-- on the other hand, she looked just like most people out there living in a town. He guessed that she had grown up in such habitat, just like his old hybrid friend.
Either way, she packed quite a punch as she had managed to bring the poor guy down. He couldn’t exactly tell the difference between her sweat and tears considering he was watching from a distance that didn’t exactly make it easy for him to notice such details, but he could still feel like she wasn’t way too sure about her words.
“Ah well. I guess it’s time to put an end to this.” - he said to himself and made his way through the crowd before stepping into the ‘arena,' so to say, while it was just a place limited by the very same people who had been watching. He didn’t know what kind of reaction they would have had, but he didn’t seem to be bothered way too much about it; that was just how he was-- maybe he had somewhat matured throughout the years, but he was still careless like when he was back then.
He approached the two, staring at each of them not exactly with an intimidating look but rather an easygoing one, while he wasn’t way too fond of what had happened to the guy but he was still alive, and it was what mattered. The man would then kneel down to Bruno, carefully lifting him up.
“Nice fight, but ya need to work on your strength a little!” - he’d say before glancing at Calla.
“No need to cripple anybody. The fight’s over, no?”
Slowly as the distinction of what had occurred seeped in, a fallout surged through the crowd. Their silence became shouts of disbelief, as the vast majority favored Bruno. Those that placed bets, simply refused to consider the fight had been conducted fairly. As such, they splintered into several factions, largely ignoring Cornatto as he took center stage so to speak. They worried more about their money than the condition of the combatants. Bruno may have been the favorite, but none present were tethered by a personal connection to him. Likewise Calla - another unknown - by design took great pains to be unremarkable. She didn't come here looking for friends.
Now the situation developing became complex. In the chaos that ensued, Marcus, became surrounded by angry patrons demanding their Zeni back. They shoved him into a corner, yelled and spat out their demands. Some actually bothering to make a coherent argument to plead their case. The others, well, they were still sobering up from the negative influences that clouded their minds in haze. They lingered meters behind, still clinging to their booze for dear life. It wouldn't be a huge leap in logic to assume their next step would be to arm themselves with the glass bottles - should things get 'out of hand.'
"She's not human!" A man declared.
"You must have paid him to take that dive - look Bruno's not even hurt!" Another spectator replied, obviously paying zero attention to the fact that the brute had to be raised up off his feet. He must have also missed the blood stain that started to dry on the tile floor where a body once laid. That's not something that could be faked readily. It would have had to been set up far in advance.
"I can assure you I didn't know," Marcus countered. "And, the match certainly wasn't rigged. If anything, I thought Bruno would win as well . . . " His replies fell on deaf ears however. The hyenas around him only barked more fiercely, and added threats to what they do to his insides if he didn't payout what they were due. A few insults about his mother were added in for good measure as well. I should have told my brother to screw himself when he asked me to do this. These people are awful human beings - apparently not even that. She shouldn't have hidden her nature like that. They have to see this isn't my fault. I didn't see her tail beforehand!
Perspiring visibly, Marcus, attempted to quell the rising riot before it could begin. "Everybody relax, all your money will be returned to you and I'll void the match in the book." This satisfied the brunt of the group in front of him. However, that wouldn't deter those that actually profited from this particular venture. His one battle at time approach though, bought himself a few moments of respite at any rate. Sure they kept jeering like mongrels at him, but at least they weren't thrashing him. Plus now he had the space he needed to regain his bearings.
Calla on the other hand, barely blinked. Her breathing stayed itself, and she even relaxed - her tail coiled loosely back around her waist. There might have been madness in the cellar as more petty arguments broke out on the floor, but at least the majority of their attentions were diverted to their pockets. They weren't pissed at her, just at the people managing this affair. Although now that her senses were freed, and she became calm, a more frightening stranger stole her every thought away. I-I've never felt anything like him.
The Saiyan youth scanned the groups gathered, and they appeared to be unaffected. This man that spoke to her however, his aura burned to life in her mind; threatened to eclipse her own life force. She could practically feel its presence applying pressure to every vital point upon her body. In fact, the Ki distracted her so much, she had to play back what he said to her in order to comprehend the words that were parted between them. Unable to move, she trembled at its might briefly, then as her head began to clear of it, she managed to speak in return.
"Put him down - he'll be fine - besides he doesn't deserve the effort. Let him taste hell for a while." Meeting Cornatto's eyes, she found herself able to muster up the strength to step towards him - each footfall a calculated distribution of weight that would allow her to retreat (should that prove necessary). However, his power plateaued at point where she knew any resistance would be utterly defeated - futile. He could end her with a single gesture - one that would be of no cost to him. And they're worried about their money. This guy could kill every person in here, myself included, and they care about a fight being unfair. Maybe I should have killed Bruno. It might have been my last chance to know what that feels like . . . but there I go again - why am I thinking like this. I want to stop. Maybe - he could help me?
"Tell me who you are." The teenager stated indifferent to whether or not he would actually take her advice and leave Bruno be. Suddenly though, remorse swept through her gaze. "I mean, may I know your name, please?" Being polite may not have been apart of Saiyan culture, however, she hadn't been raised to treat someone (especially a superior) with such disrespect as she had been doing. Now that the battle settled the beast that stirred within her, more of her 'real' personality started to bleed through. The Saiyan part of herself slowly rescinded as the adrenaline pumping through her veins ceased. To put it a different way: her more negative impulses were capable of being subdued.
"Please one a time!" Marcus' voice could be heard - after all he screamed his lungs out. "You'll all have your money, I promise, but form a bloody line!"
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It seemed that the results of the fight had more of an effect upon the spectators-- more than what Cornatto had imagined, honestly. He did enjoy fights himself, but he couldn’t tell whether the people there were furious because they couldn’t understand what had happened or because they had lost their money. To be honest, that scene made Corn sigh internally-- he wished there’d be some competition that could award the spectators, not with money but rather a great show. Of course, he would have rather joined such an event rather than watching but still, that was his point.
Although, Cornatto somewhat hoped that they were angry because they were more connected to this Bruno guy rather than the Saiyan girl. He somehow doubted it, though, if any of them cared for the human, they’d have likely interrupted the fight sooner to step in just like Cornatto did. Again, if it were so, at least it would have been a better reason to rage like that rather than being mad about losing their money, not to mention that it was kind of evident before the fight had even started that Calla would have won. To the Saiyan, and other people capable of sensing others’ energy. But, it seemed that no one else in the room was capable of such feat other than him, and Calla but he wasn’t aware of that obviously. Despite the fact that she was capable of suppressing her energy, but both abilities had nothing to do with the other at all.
A person didn’t have to sense others’ ki to suppress their own, which was sort of strange but that was how it worked. They were two different things; one let you mask your energy, while the other let you sense one of the other people. But, both techniques were pretty useful, and that was all that mattered-- depending on one’s level of mastery over their senses, they could even reach out to other planets far away from Earth.
But, well, at least they were ignoring Cornatto. He didn’t feel like fighting a crowd, or rather push his way his way through it in case. Cornatto was obviously a peaceful guy, so he didn’t feel like having to get in a fight with innocent people-- especially in a situation like that, but he believed he could have at least floated to the door just in case such a thing would have happened. However, he had to say that he was kind of sorry for that guy having to deal with those guys demanding their money back.
His ears also got to pick up on some-- or a man, in particular, pointing out the fact that she wasn’t human and that made him sigh to himself a little. He didn’t agree with his point at all, after all, he had met some people that could reach incredible strength, it had nothing to do with Calla’s race if she was stronger than Bruno. Even if most Saiyans were usually born stronger than other races such as humans, but by no means it meant they weren't suited for battling, a person could improve themselves and get stronger than an average Saiyan. He was pretty sure that most people out there, no matter their race, could become a strong fighter unless they weren’t predisposed to fighting. He didn’t know many races like that, though.
The Earthling Saiyan didn’t seem to be having a tough time lifting up someone as big as Bruno; maybe it wouldn’t be that surprising considering that while Bruno was huge, the man still had quite the physique so one could easily tell that he was at least physically strong. Obviously, it wasn’t only a matter of physical strength, after all, things such as power were important too, and Corn’s was easily detectable from anyone that could expand their senses outwards to any being in the same area, or on the same planet.
The man arched an eyebrow as the girl ordered the fellow Saiyan to put Bruno down, which was something that Cornatto didn’t naturally listen to; yet again, he didn’t seem to react negatively to her statement but rather he looked as careless and peaceful as ever.
“Hmmm, I dunno. Would you have liked it if you were in this guy’s place? It’s not like he did something wrong to anyone anyway.” - the man said, smiling softly before turning back as he took a few steps away-- making his way to the crowd. But before he could take another step, the girl interrupted him with another statement. This time, she was seemingly looking for the man to tell her his name, for some reason that he ignored. Even if, shortly after her statement, she drew it back and asked in a more polite and respectful way, not that it made much of a difference to him either way, but it was always appreciated. He didn’t apparently realize that she could sense his battle power, but he had no reason not to tell her, so he just glanced over his shoulder as he gave her a reply.
“I’m Cornatto, and yeah maybe you can tell by the name, but I’m a Saiyan just like you! Oh, about that, you might want to leave this place while everyone’s busy getting their zeni back. I don’t think many are gonna put up with ya being here after your performance.” - he said before resuming his walk to the crowd, but it seemed like most people were too busy getting their money back. So, he gently let the man go on a seat and made sure that his head would slightly be tilted to the side as to avoid him suffocating on his blood just in case.
“Oi! If you guys can take care of him, that’d be awesome!” - the man raised his voice as he tried to get anyone’s attention-- or hopefully someone that knew how to treat his wounds properly. But, not like they were anything too serious anyway.
He's kind. Everything I've ever been told - all of the stories I've read - aren't Saiyans supposed to be cruel? I felt it when I fought tonight (again like the last time against her), I wanted to utterly humiliate him; to cause him pain and relish in it. But, when the dust settled, I just felt empty and alone. I can't keep doing this . . .
As Calla reflected, Marcus managed to bring order to the disorderly addicts and drunks. Although they didn't quite form a line, at least they were waiting in turn to receive their money. Each grunted or grumbled what they had put in, and the accountant did his best to ensure that enough currency remained to satisfy the rabble. Only time would tell if he counted correctly. Regardless, they were sated and distracted when the older Saiyan brought Bruno to relative comfort. His words echoed, and most wouldn't heed them. As long as they were paid, what did they care if a combatant couldn't take care of himself?
"You said you put in 45 Zeni, that is what I gave you," Marcus roared, clearly losing his patience with the affair that had gone south so quickly.
"Yeah, but my fighter won, I want double that!" The Patron countered as one of the few that had picked the Saiyan Youth to win. Marcus did not have enough in the coffers to cover winnings. He knew he'd have to address that discrepancy, just didn't expect the taxman to come calling so soon. He wanted to be out the door before people realized they weren't making a dime off of tonight's event. Now though, backed into the corner (figuratively and literally), he obliged, shoving the currency forward.
"Fine - okay, can I have the next person, alright you? Thanks, see you next time." Aggravated, exhausted and frightened, and still he attempted to be the perfect salesman. It wouldn't garner favor with this crowd however. With most too intoxicated to notice the subtle pleasantries, and the other half of them not giving a single shit, his efforts weren't needed in the least. Yet, they weren't unwise, as he probably would have been jacked up if he acted disrespectful. Given his stature, and tone of voice, Marcus, perhaps was the least intimidating person in the room. He could only hope that his blunder wouldn't cost more than he anticipated. They're calm for now, but if that girl doesn't get out of here, they'll have several choice words for her deception. Even if she can handle herself, it won't be favorable for this venue if so many people are injured by the performers. I'll have to tell my brother about her, regardless. She shouldn't be allowed back after tonight.
Torn between anxiety and curiosity, Calla, stalked after Cornatto, following in his steps as he went about ensuring Bruno would at least have a spot of his own to recover his strength. "You know, they don't care. Just leave him." Her words may have been harsh however, the truth couldn't be denied: not a single human turned to aid their wounded kin. Yes, the blows the teenager dealt upon him weren't life threatening, but, they could certainly prove fatal if not properly tended to. In short, he would need to see a doctor before the 'eve ended, if only to be sure he wasn't bleeding internally.
Personally, Calla didn't care if he lived or died. While that sounds awful, she couldn't be faulted entirely for her indifference. She knew the man, and honestly believed he didn't deserve the effort. Scum in her own words. On her first night here, he attempted to seduce her (making the rather false assumption that she came for thrills and to be felt up as people beat the snot out of each other), and grew violent when she refused his advances. That in part, kindled a hatred for him - those like him as well - that would only be answered in battle. It's also the reason he so flippantly called her a bitch.
Stepping up beside her fellow Saiyan, she peered down observing the frantic gasps and gurgles of the unconscious man.She smiled. Every now and then he spat up fresh blood on his chest, but, given his position he thankfully wouldn't choke on it. Granted, Calla would be lying if she said she wouldn't wish that upon him. But, the real mystery here wasn't here former foe, but Cornatto; his carefree nature, concern, and respect for those that frankly didn't ask for it, all weren't characteristic of the prideful warrior race she learned about in school. He went against the image of a Sayain that formed in her mind.
"You lass, I knew you'd win - I saw you last time. Sure you took a beating, but you didn't so much as blink!" A man exclaimed from behind them. Currently he waited patiently for his turn in the mosh pit of a line - created and maintained to stem the tide of chaotic gamblers. "My luck's finally paid off."
Calla ignored her 'fan', folding her arms across her chest as she advanced forward and turned to block Cornatto from heading further towards the lone doorway that served as both an entrance and an exit. She figured if he wanted to do harm to her, or anyone else in this place for that matter, he would have acted accordingly already. Surely, no one here would be capable of stopping him. Likewise, he seemed too kind to simply brush off a young girl that wanted to speak with him. He would let her talk, she was sure of that much - whether or not he'd stick around after though, she couldn't possible know.
"You're an odd one," she began. "I can feel your aura. It's, mrrgrr, unlike anything I've sensed before. If you wanted, you could force them to do what you ask, but, you haven't. Hell, you could kill everyone here, and yet you're comfortable being but a shadow to them." Relaxing her position she took a breath, her tail swaying playfully behind her. She uncrossed her arms, drifting a hand through her hair to break some of its knots. "You say you're a Saiyan, but your actions call you a liar. Saiyans impose their will on others, and take what they want." Turning from him she took a sympathetic glance towards Marcus, whom for the moment seemed alright, but would soon require assistance of his own.
"You should know though, Bruno, he's hardly innocent; he tried to molest me last week. That pain? He deserves more of it . . ." No emotion lingered in her voice, merely, a statement of undeniable facts. Giving Marcus one final (and brief) look, she decided to take her elder's advice and stride to make a departure from the cellar, pausing only momentarily to let a few more words pass between them. "Not everyone is worthy of a hero. Sometimes, you just interfere."
Why didn't I ask him for help? I could have spared him from knowing that, and maybe have a normal conversation for once. It wasn't right of me to make him feel bad for being kind. I know that, but still, I did it anyway. What the hell is wrong with me? My parents would be ashamed . . .
It was true that the Saiyan wasn’t anything like the others-- he was particularly kind and gentle with anyone else, even if maybe at times they didn’t exactly deserve it, but he would naturally act differently in different circumstances. In that case, to him, Bruno didn’t do anything other than fighting the girl-- who maybe went a little overboard with him, but whatever. It was okay as long as he had managed to stop her from doing unnecessary harm to the man. It was admittedly sad that someone with the battle power of Calla would be doing such things instead of putting her effort onto other things such as actual fighting other than these little brawls, though. Honestly, fighting in clubs like that would have just been like trying to take on an average citizen; there wasn’t anyone particularly interesting other than a few exceptions that were still on a quite low level.
More or less, Calla was the only Saiyan he had ever seen in a fight club. Not that he had been into many, to be honest, it wasn’t a type of place he’d be acquainted with but rather something he barely knew how it even worked. But again, what the man had seen was enough for him to tell that it wasn’t a place that suited him at all. He’d rather have to deal with the old man’s issues with women, which were at least hilarious, more or less. On the other hand, a place like that was just disgusting, and he thought that maybe he could have lent a hand to the fellow Saiyan if she were to agree on the man helping her to get stronger. He didn’t know how much of a good job he could have ever done, but he was pretty sure that she could get much stronger than that.
Cornatto himself maybe had a power level close to hers at that age-- he was barely three thousand in battle power when he was twenty. It was when he made certain friends and acquaintances that things started to change for the better to him. It was quite hilarious, almost like a little journey that brought him to grow up slowly. Too bad not all of the moments in his ‘journey’ so to say were happy, to mention one, the Alliance-Empire war that he would never forget but he preferred not to dwell on it way too much.
As for Bruno’s health, it seemed that no one cared. He sighed a bit, clueless as to anything else he could have done at that point other than leaving him there and hope that someone would check him up sooner or later. But, he had done his job, it wasn’t like he could do anything else. He was sure he’d have been fine sooner or later, anyway.
Without him noticing, Calla followed Cornatto to where he had placed Bruno, but again, she didn’t exactly give the most positive of statements. But the Earthling Saiyan didn’t seem to give it too much importance rather than just a quick glance as he acknowledged her presence before he looked once more at the crowd of people. That guy who was handling bets looked very busy at the time; Corn couldn’t help but feel like anyone would likely be crazy after having to deal with so many angry people-- or well, maybe just eager to get their money and maybe something more back. Although he still thought that Calla should have left the place.
It did seem that the girl had some fans, but he was more or less sure that it was a minority compared to the people that would likely throw daggers at her without thinking twice about it. Again, when the person approached the woman, he just ignored it and honestly, at that point, he considered just to leave. Whether Calla would have followed or not, he had given the fellow Saiyan his piece of mind.
But, before the man could go anywhere, he was suddenly halted by a form all way too familiar to him-- Calla who had stepped in his way to hold him there. He guessed that she probably wanted to tell him something, it was evident, but he was curious to hear what she’d ever have to say. The woman gave him a speech as to how he was powerful and all, and it was something that made him arch an eyebrow in curiosity; it was true. If he wanted, he could have likely forced them to do his bidding, but what fun would that be? Aside from the fact that the Earthling Saiyan wasn’t certainly anything like that, being different from each other was what made it interesting more or less, no?
“Uhh… I dunno how much of a shadow I am, haha. I’d have likely suppressed my ki if I wanted to! I guess you could say that they are the ones not disciplined, else they’d probably be able to sense my energy just like you can.” - he replied, folding his arms over his chest as he smiled faintly. He blinked, tilting his head slightly as he stared at her. Did she call him a liar? He thought that it’d have been pretty obvious that he was a Saiyan-- it was true that Corn had no tail, but more or less he retained the looks of one, not to mention that his name wasn’t anything that a human would ever give their son.
But then he realized she was more or less aiming as to how different he was from the traditional Saiyan stereotype. He chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not like everyone’s got to be like that, y’know! Plus… you are not that bad yourself, no? You might not feel like a great deal if you compare yourself to me, but if you tried, you could beat down every single person in this room. But, you did no such thing or am I wrong?” - he said, smirking a bit.
The Earthling Saiyan looked at Bruno once more, blinking as he glanced between him and the girl. “Did he? Huh. You still went a lil’ bit overboard, though. After all, I’m pretty sure you managed to handle yourself if you said ‘tried,' no?” - he asked before looking back once more at the crowd and then at the girl who was on her way to leaving the place. So, he decided to follow her.
"There just isn't enough to cover winnings!" Marcus stated to unruly patrons. Those that had indeed picked Calla to be the victor, were understandably, distraught. Each of them assumed they had scored a minor pay day, and now that it became apparent that they wouldn't be given any more than what they put out, tensions rose fast. Threats were being made and hoodlums reached into jacket pockets to pull out knives. The situation hadn't hit a tipping point, but their auras poured out ill intent.
Do they really think cutting me up is going to make Zeni appear out of thin air? They're crazy. Besides they knew the type of risk they were taking on a venture like this. Who am I kidding? None of these people understand proper business etiquette. I'm lucky this hasn't devolved into an all out brawl.
A small splinter group of the crowd yelled, even as those that were lucky enough to retrieve money that would have otherwise been lost, departed quickly shuffling through the door one after another. They couldn't afford to look back. Things were about to erupt, and most of them had enough sense to get out of dodge before shit hit the fan. Marcus tried to shove his way through the masses. "There's nothing left. Fight's over - you're all free to come back next week!" Amidst them, his scream was but a whisper. They wouldn't let him out as those that were facing the wrong direction, turned and locked him in - in a manner of speaking. Someone had to take the blame after all.
Only a few of them bothered to grumble or glance at the Saiyan Youth before they exited. The state of the man collapsed in a chair beside her staved off their more vehement ideas. None though cared to check in on Bruno's state - total class acts the addicts in this hovel. They just hustled out the door before any minds could be altered. It slammed shut each time behind a person, then creaked loudly as the next tossed it back against its hinges.
Stopped in her tracks by the immigration en mass, Calla, stared blankly - all too aware of how dangerous the cellar became. As a person of interest in a questionable bout, it wouldn't be long before her card came up. Sure, she could have enveloped herself in Ki and burst into the front of the line, but, she didn't desire to leave Cornatto behind. He probably could have kept up, but whether or not he would have been willing to hurt a few bystanders - given his behavior - was debatable. So, she simply shifted out of harm's way and leaned against the wall beside her fellow fallen combatant.
She listened to her elder's words. Her face became slightly flushed, and she wouldn't turn to meet his gaze. A part of her knew that Bruno's prior actions weren't enough to warrant the beating she had given him. Hell, she practically broke bones with her assault, but, it just felt so right at the time. It felt good, and of course, she wanted that pleasure. A sensation that is difficult enough for a grown adult to handle - add in the hormones and poor impulse control of a teenager, and suddenly, it's impossibly tantalizing. Daring a peek and the muscular man, she observed his state and nearly vomited. She looked away covering her mouth with a hand.
I did that. I toyed with him, and when he thought he stood a chance I destroyed him. The worst part is, I loved it. The fight, his pain, and mostly, the utter horror that crept into him as he realized he couldn't possibly beat me. And, he can't even stand up right now. No one cares. People are leaving, and the ones that are hanging back are just pissed off jerks about to hurt someone completely innocent.
Regaining composure, the Saiyan Teenager casually slipped an arm underneath one of Bruno's shoulders - grimacing at his pungent aroma - biting her lip to stem another pushing tide of nausea. She peered over to Cornatto and sighed softly. "You're not wrong," she let words linger in the air for a few moments. "If I wanted - yeah - I could hurt everyone in here, badly. But, no I didn't. And, I think I'm going to take Bruno to the hospital then - I was supposed to be home hours ago . . . " Letting his weight fall and support itself atop her shoulder, she started to carry him.
As she made for the exit however, several of the patrons that remained sifted past her and stood in her way. They weren't the pleasant sort either; her eyes gleamed glancing at the blades in each of their hands. "You're not getting off so easy girl. Thanks to you I wasted an entire evening and haven't a single extra Zeni to speak for it." He played with his knife running the flat part across his chin whilst he spoke. It was supposed to make him more intimidating. The gesture failed in its intent.
Calla cracked a smirk, her tail curling up around her waist once more. Her heart beat slammed in her chest, and as it rose, she felt excited. Forgetting the fact that she still kept Bruno on his feet, she glared - daring them to start something. "Don't do anything you'll regret. Could you follow my movements in the fight? What makes you think those knives of yours will even touch me?" For the moment she forgot all about Cornatto, but should he wish to, he could easily diffuse the budding violence.
"You won't see any further Zeni if you harm me!" It seemed like Marcus had his own problem to deal with. "You'll never be allowed back in, do you understand that?" The few persons around him slowly forced a retreat into the nearest wall. One of them jacked him up against it and held a knife to his throat. Meanwhile, the others jeered on. In the span of a few minutes an entirely hostile environment developed.
The situation didn’t seem to be getting any better as the time passed; people just continued asking for their zeni back or even worse, for their winnings. He didn’t know how anyone could have ever dealt with so many people at once, especially considering the way that most of them were treating that Marcus guy-- it wasn’t just disrespectful, but they were more like animals than the actual two monkeys in the room; Cornatto and Calla. Cornatto doubted most of them won, but rather they were probably taking advantage of the chaos at the moment so that they could gain some extra zeni out of it. It wasn’t cool, but it was something he could picture someone doing, considering most of them were nothing like other people he had seen before. It wasn’t like it was his first time seeing a thug around, but damn, those guys were like animals arguing for a piece of meat. At that point, he thought that Marcus’ best chance was just to run his way out of the building.
The same was for Calla; he didn’t know for how long she could just go around without something noticing her and taking their frustration on her. He guessed that as long as they were busy with Marcus, she could have sneaked away without too much of an issue but he couldn’t be that sure about that. He expected someone to bother her not so much for beating down Bruno but rather for the fact that they had almost-- or just completely lost their zeni over her fight.
But, he was admittedly glad that the girl had begun not only to hear the fellow warrior’s words but also listen to them. He noticed that the moment that the girl’s gaze focused on the injured man, and her reaction was something that not even him had expected at first. And while she didn't likely feel regret at first but rather the girl looked like she was about to throw up, it was a sign of humanity. It was something that not all Saiyans in the galaxy possessed, and such was something that Calla herself had pointed out earlier; most of them were wicked people, there was obviously another side of Saiyans that were nothing like that-- the Alliance, or what remained of it after some guy destroyed their planet.
“I wonder if this kid was just born on Earth… or is she from the Alliance? She dresses just like an earthling, so the former might be it.” - he thought to himself.
Calla only confirmed the fact that Cornatto was right the moment she didn’t even dare to look at him after his statement; regret and shame were human feelings, so he was pretty sure that she felt pretty bad for having done what she did to the poor guy over there. Cornatto thought that maybe he did deserve to be called out on whatever he tried out on the girl, but that was way too much than what Bruno actually should have received.
Then, the girl proceeded to lift Bruno up herself, and her words brought happiness to the Earthling Saiyan who nodded approvingly as a warm smile formed on his face. “Good to know. He’ll feel better soon enough, then. Be quick, though; you might not want to worry your parents.” - he advised. He watched her making her way to the exit with the feeling that he had probably managed to kick some sense in her head, and that was a huge relief to him. Saiyans that would live so carefully to Earthlings weren’t common, so it made him feel better that Calla wasn’t too much of a troublemaker. Hopefully, at least.
Cornatto was about to take his leave himself, but before he could even take a step, he took note of the thugs that stopped Calla in her tracks-- they were looking for a fight, that was evident. It made him feel kind of sorry for them if they were going to go at the girl; she could handle herself, but he felt like she shouldn’t have wasted even the slightest amount of time with those people. She was carrying an injured man; it wasn’t the time to show off in front of a bunch of idiots. Not to mention that the situation wasn’t better at all on the other side with all those people about to take it up with the poor guy there whose job had nothing to do with what had previously happened and yet they were assaulting him.
The Earthling Saiyan looked somewhat clueless whether he should have interfered or not, he was pretty sure that Calla could have just made her way through those idiots, but she seemed to be getting hyped up and doubted she was going to go away without fighting them. On the other hand, he guessed that she wouldn’t have lifted a finger for Marcus, so at that point Corn speculated he had no other choice other than handling this situation himself.
His gaze set on Calla, focusing on her presence as he sent her a telepathic message with ease. “As I said, you don’t want to keep your parents waiting, don't cha? Don’t get mixed with those guys and just leave this place. I’ll go pick up the guy over there.”
He didn’t know if Calla would have followed his instructions, but hey, it was all he could do at that point. He couldn’t exactly teleport her out of the building or something like that. Calla aside, the other thing Corn had to take care of was that guy that would have likely ended up in pieces if one were to save him from those guys. The Turtle Hermit took off the ground, floating over everyone’s heads as he would then grab by the back collar of Marcus’ shirt and lift him up, attempting to carry him to the exit.
For Marcus, it all happened so quickly: the knife at his throat, the warmth of his own blood spilling down his collar,and the relief he felt as he relieved himself in his pants; the stain barely present but deep at his crotch as he struggled for each gasping breath of air. Although shallow, the wound itself brought a light buzz as his awareness faltered. The crowd gathered before him sifted into a blur of angry snarls, and gleaming blades. Then, he hovered meters above it all gripped by someone. He blinked and caught the man's eye, and with brief recognition he let out a great sigh. Bringing his hand up to his throat he extended his palm and applied pressure to the minor slice, stifling the flow of crimson.
He's the one that stopped the match. I'm actually going to get out of here, and without having to deal with anymore of these....these people - if you want to even call them that. My brother is going to pay for getting me involved in this, he should have known that I don't have the stomach to handle affairs like these.
"Thank you, if I had any Zeni left, I'd see you paid for your efforts," Marcus mumbled, probably slurring his words a bit as he felt incredibly faint. Granted, he hadn't lost nearly enough blood to pass out, but, the shock of the night's events began to take a toll on the thin man. "J-just get me out of here, please." He said, wary of the footsteps below, and how they would respond to his timely rescue. Right to be worried, as the vagrants already turned, their yells becoming those of organization as many shoved and stepped in pursuit of the flying Saiyan. If he wished though, he could easily out pace them. After all, they moved like a rabble, and fought amongst themselves the entire way.
Their rally wouldn't last, as a few of them started to come back to their senses. It's not like they could take the newcomer in a fight. His ability to fly alone intimidated them, and really the sparse amount of Zeni they would have otherwise received, hardly seemed worth the effort anymore. "Forget him, just forget it all. There's always next week," someone said pleading to the others around him. His voice - one of reason - spread murmurings through the patrons and soon only those that stood firm against the Saiyan Teenager remained spirited enough to maintain aggression.
"That doesn't matter - it was some trick!" The man retorted, his comrades backing him with shouts of their own. "I don't know how you two pulled it off, but, the fight had to be staged. I'm not worried." The quake in his voice betrayed a lack of confidence; even as he crept forward toward Calla, blade shimmering as he swiped it threateningly at the empty air. His allies however, didn't advance. They were simply staring at Cornatto while he flew above the mosh pit with ease. Thereafter, their gazes fell upon Bruno, his bloodied bruised state, and the mess of his own sick and sweat drenched him. He couldn't carry himself, and all his weight pressed sharply into the Youth's shoulders.
"H-hey he's really hurt. I don't think - "
"That's right you don't. Now shut up would yah? I'm working here," the Ringleader replied tilting his head enough to see his subordinates cower. "She's just one bitch," he muttered mostly to himself. In those moments, he could have lost his life. Only a telepathic message saved him from an onslaught that he would have never seen coming. That brief opening, where he turned to control his 'minions,' proved nearly fatal, as it provided the Saiyan Youth with ample time to strike.
For a moment, Calla wondered where the voice came from. It resounded clear in all directions, echoing as though it spoke only to her, solely for her. As she stood, the deadweight slung over her shoulders, the pressure of her Ki releasing in faint crimson pulses, it dawned on her: his words were in her head. They were thoughts projected from her elder kin, focused enough that they could pierce the veil that sheltered her own mind. Whether or not he could read her thoughts in return, she didn't know. Regardless, the feat alone brought her reasoning back to the surface.
My Parents. He doesn't want me to cause them to worry. They'd scold me for behaving like this. But, they were taken from me. It's not as if I chose to hurt them - I'd never do that. What would they think of me if they saw my nature unleashed - would they be ashamed? Because, I can't deny that it feels right to challenge these fools. To inflict as much pain as possible, and yeah, maybe even kill them . . .
When she shut her eyes though, she could see her adoptive parents - as they were - waiting for her at the bus stop. Back then, before the foster home, she couldn't fly. She felt a part of something as well. Humanity wasn't something she questioned then. They'd hug her, walk her back home and ask how her day had been. She never would have kept them up all night worrying. Yet, she did it now, to a family that might actually be trying to help her out of isolation; to rid of that everlasting feeling of loneliness.
Only a brief second passed, and as she blinked, all the will to fight, and the pleasure derived from it, evaporated. Whatever malice possessed her, fled and she settled merely beginning to walk. Her Aura flickered, the scarlet flashes danced like popping embers in a crackling fireplace. Its presence though stemmed from kindness, instead of wrath. It felt warm, and pleasant to those that came near to her.
As she carried Bruno, she only stared blankly at the man clinging to that knife in his hand for dear life. It trembled, and eventually he just flat out let it drop. "F-forget it, she's some kind of freak. Let's just get outta here!" He retreated quickly, a posse gathering up around him. Then, they shuffled through the door together. And that's how rats flee after being exposed to the light: cowards at heart, apply a little pressure and all that talk is just that.
With the situation diffused, she slowed her pace, lingering at the threshold. She awaited Cornatto patiently, unsure if she could send her own message in reply to him. As he would draw near enough though, she spoke aloud - allowing the remaining crowd to disperse to the point where they would be among the last few to actually depart from the cellar proper. "My name is Calla by the way - it's uh nice to meet you, Cornatto. I should have said that from the start. Don't worry, I'll take Bruno right to the hospital. Would you join me - I mean he should probably be checked out too right?" She tried to make it sound like less like a plea, but she really did wish for his company.
Marcus was probably scared more than anyone in the room, and how to blame him? He was just a poor, little guy who could have never done a number on any of the thugs in the room. Cornatto himself felt a little bit of pity for him since all of them had been taking it upon him ever since the battle between Calla and Bruno had come to an end. He couldn’t imagine himself in such a situation; someone as strong as the Earthling Saiyan would have probably just beat them all down in a short amount of time, but that wasn’t necessary now, was it? After all, no one tried anything the moment Cornatto lifted up Marcus-- but maybe that was a different case.
Cornatto had lived on Earth for years before transferring to Planet Natto back in the days, and no matter how much time he passed, humans were still the same. He didn’t expect them to become warriors, but they had some pretty good potential from what he had seen years ago. Too bad none of them were nowhere to be found, not to mention that most humans were just interested in enjoying their lazy life rather than fighting for it.
However, it seemed that humans nowadays were pretty much… how could he put it? They just couldn’t accept defeat. Maybe he couldn’t have at times, too. But, that was on a larger scale, he couldn’t ever whine about something as silly as a bet. Were humans just that attached to money? Such a thought had seriously worried him.
Where had those old friends of his gone? Back in his younger days-- not that he looked old anyway-- he had met plentiful of humans, and they were great people compared to the sort of people he’s had the chance to take note of that far. Other than their brute strength, of course. Because those who had met were mostly martial artists or even just fighters; one, in particular, didn’t even know how to use energy, which was kind of weird but he was quite strong nonetheless! It was honestly almost like most of his opinions on the Human race were different from what they truly were; he did understand no one could ever be ‘good,' relatively good at least.
But he had honestly no memories of ever having to deal with such people. Maybe he was just lucky, that was probably it. He had a little memory as to how some earthlings were a complete zero when it came to humanity, but it honestly didn’t even bother him; it happened ages ago, he couldn’t possibly remember it.
Either way, it was evident that at this point there was nothing left to do other than escorting the little guy out of that place. “Good grief… this one was about to risk something worse than a night in the hospital just for some thugs,” - he sighed, evidently disappointed until his gaze met up with the view of Calla. The Saiyan girl was a little bit of a mystery to him; he didn’t honestly understand most of the stuff she did. She seemed… confused, he guessed! It was probably the only explanation he could give to her behavior; sometimes she was just like a young criminal, at times she didn’t seem that bad of a person.
“She reminds a little of Nasu when he was a kid!... Maybe not, he was… entirely different, yeah. But, uhh… It’s kind of difficult to think about her that way, I guess. I sincerely hope she’s going to listen to me, though, we don’t need more incidents now.”
The man’s thoughts mirrored his expression as he worriedly looked over to watch Calla and the other thugs before his gaze lowered to look at someone in the attempt to throw a battle at Marcus, needless to say, that Cornatto swiftly moved the guy out of the way with his powerful and fast grasp.
“W-what the hell?! Yarr’ freak! Come down here-- Imma smash your face!”
The Earthling Saiyan honestly had no comeback to his words, nor did he want to give him any as he just sighed, shaking his head multiple times before he just fixated his gaze to face the door which was no longer that far. The man lowered himself down to the top of the staircase and used his might to force the door open, whether there was still that guy who made sure no one undesirable would come and disturb them. The door flew off the ground, hitting a wall.
At first, Cornatto had just remembered that bald guy was looking after the fight club, but it seemed he was nowhere to be found; perhaps he had joined the whole mess that was still taking place down there. Either way, he just let the crowd disperse; eagerly waiting for every single one of them to leave before he’d let Marcel down. He didn’t want anyone to just throw themselves at him when Corn wouldn’t be looking, that’d have been pretty bad. It took them a few moments, or so, anyway once most of them seemed to have left, Cornatto was just about to let go of the guy there and return to his house, but before he did, he was stopped by someone’s voice; Calla’s.
The Earthling Saiyan quirked an eyebrow as the girl introduced herself. He was somewhat confused how different the aura around her felt, it was something else from when she had fought Bruno. He had realized she was a good girl, yes. But, she seemed already kind of different from when he had last exchanged words with her-- about a few minutes ago? He didn’t know, honestly, but if he had managed to make her snap out of it somehow, then he couldn’t be happier!
The man smiled and nodded his head in approval.
“Nice to meetcha, Calla! And yeah, he probably needs to get looked after, too. I guess I’ll join you then, lead the way!”
Note: Corn is back! Yeee! If you're still around and up for it, I'll gladly keep threading with ya. If not, that's fine, I understand.
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