Post by Lotuce on Aug 4, 2019 21:19:03 GMT -5
Lotuce could feel the four power levels approaching him, each one was of a strength comparable to his own, each one stronger than the last. Lotuce smiled as he punched the last of the regular and weak bandits in the face, dropping him like a ton of bricks. He then walked over to his jacket, dusting it off and slowly putting it back on, sure he had no reason to remove it but in the heat of the moment something told him to do just that. Lotuce could feel the weaker of the bunch moving slightly faster, seems he focused on speed, a tricky thing to deal with.
When the bandit arrived he stared down Lotuce and said “I am Origa of the Coppertails! Face me wretch!” Lotuce laughed quietly and slowly lowered himself down into a defensive posture, his left hand slightly cupped and in front of him whilst his right hand was a fist down towards his hip, arched to throw a fast punch. Lotuce then gestured with his left hand a bit towards Origa, motioning him to bring his attack on. Lotuce then said “Well, come then and face me ‘wretch’”.
Lotuce then took a step backwards, his left hand deflecting the fist that had come flying at him suddenly. Lotuce smirked as he drove his right fist into the man’s stomach, forcing him to double over in pain, however that did not dissuade him from following up with a kick that drove Lotuce back, his feet skidding across the ground. A small smirk crossed Lotuce’s face, his eagerness for this fight had suddenly shot up, just like his power level along with a pure white aura.
Lotuce then charged forwards, suddenly throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the man, his speed allowing him to dodge Lotuce’s incoming punches and kicks. “This is going to be fun! Try not to disappoint me!” Lotuce then drove his knee into the man’s face with a simple flying knee. He then delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of the man’s head with his right leg. Lotuce watched as the man suddenly bounced hard onto the ground. Lotuce could not help but chuckle a little bit as he watched, though the man quickly got back up and was charging towards Lotuce who was now flying back, keeping an eye on his oppponent.
Lotuce fired several small red Ki Blasts at his opponent, watching him bat them away effortlessly. This was not going to be an easy fight, but Lotuce was set for the long haul here. Lotuce was running through some basic strategies in his mind when suddenly the man disappeared from his line of sight. Stopping dead in his tracks, Lotuce began to look around him, when suddenly the man came from above and delivered a powerful axe kick to the top of head. Dropping down to a knee, Lotuce grimaced in pain, feeling the world spin a little bit.
Blinking the stars from his eyes, Lotuce delivered a powerful punch into the man’s crotch all of a sudden, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, crying. “W-Why?! That was dirty!” Lotuce could not help but laugh out loud as he slowly stood up and kicked the man in the stomach, hearing a rib break he said “This is a fight, and in a fight anything goes you loser, not a friendly spar or a game, you will die here today, so you don’t need that anyways.” Lotuce then kicked the man again, just as hard in the ribcage, hearing a few more bones crack.
Lotuce suddenly had a demented smirk on his face. He was going to entertain himself with this loser until the next one of his little pack of friends arrived. “Go on, get up, try to run away...with this.” Lotuce then fired a red Ki Blast into the man’s left leg as he was trying to stand back up, blasting a huge hole through the man’s lower leg, vaporizing part of the bone in the process. The man then began to try to limp away, a terrified look on his face as he did so. The man was screaming for help, trying to make it to the headquarters only a few meters away.
Lotuce was not going to let that happen however, he had plans in mind for this foolish person. “Where do you think you’re going? You are a weak Saiyan, that is disgusting to me. You shall perish here, try to die with a little dignity you idiot.” Lotuce slowly walked up to the man and snatched up the collar of the man’s shirt, yanking hard and throwing him to the ground behind him. Lotuce then slowly looked up to the leader of the bandit camp and said “This is your fault.”
He then slowly turned towards the crippled man trying to crawl away as fast as he could, the wound on his leg bleeding profusely. “SOMEONE SAVE ME!” Shouted the bandit as he continued to crawl away. Lotuce was beginning to grow bored of this prey. He then fired three more Ki Blasts into the man, the red orbs hitting him on the right leg and both upper arms. The man cried out in pain, his body betraying him now it seemed. “MOVE DAMN IT!” Shouted the man, now trying to pull himself away using just his chin and neck for movement.
Lotuce slowly walked up to him, a gust of wind blowing some dust through the area. He then leveled his right hand at the back of the man’s skull, his fingers splayed outwards as he began to charge a red Ki Blast. “You entertained me for a little while it seems, as such your death will come now.” Lotuce then fired the blast at the man’s skull. He watched as the orb exploded, destroying what little life was left in the man, sending him to Hell where he belonged. Lotuce then turned his attention back to the leader “If you come out of hiding and come back down here…
I might let the rest of your camp live, but this is your last warning, each death that has happened here today has been on your hands.” Lotuce looked deranged, his face splattered in the blood of the now deceased bandit as he looked up, still feeling three powerful Ki signatures coming towards him, the pure strength in all three of the fighters made his blood boil, but not in anger or rage...in anticipation. Lotuce’s body was shaking with excitement at the prospect of three more fighters coming to do battle with him.
Lotuce knew that the man in the camp was not going to leave, and whilst he felt he had the time to simply go into the headquarters of the bandit and kill him before the other three got here, he was going to save that. It had been sometime before his last true fight, he was going to savor this as a chance to grow in strength, to see just what people could do when they were motivated. He at least hoped his opponents were motivated enough to put up a decent fight, otherwise it was going to sour...his meal.
When the bandit arrived he stared down Lotuce and said “I am Origa of the Coppertails! Face me wretch!” Lotuce laughed quietly and slowly lowered himself down into a defensive posture, his left hand slightly cupped and in front of him whilst his right hand was a fist down towards his hip, arched to throw a fast punch. Lotuce then gestured with his left hand a bit towards Origa, motioning him to bring his attack on. Lotuce then said “Well, come then and face me ‘wretch’”.
Lotuce then took a step backwards, his left hand deflecting the fist that had come flying at him suddenly. Lotuce smirked as he drove his right fist into the man’s stomach, forcing him to double over in pain, however that did not dissuade him from following up with a kick that drove Lotuce back, his feet skidding across the ground. A small smirk crossed Lotuce’s face, his eagerness for this fight had suddenly shot up, just like his power level along with a pure white aura.
Lotuce then charged forwards, suddenly throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the man, his speed allowing him to dodge Lotuce’s incoming punches and kicks. “This is going to be fun! Try not to disappoint me!” Lotuce then drove his knee into the man’s face with a simple flying knee. He then delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of the man’s head with his right leg. Lotuce watched as the man suddenly bounced hard onto the ground. Lotuce could not help but chuckle a little bit as he watched, though the man quickly got back up and was charging towards Lotuce who was now flying back, keeping an eye on his oppponent.
Lotuce fired several small red Ki Blasts at his opponent, watching him bat them away effortlessly. This was not going to be an easy fight, but Lotuce was set for the long haul here. Lotuce was running through some basic strategies in his mind when suddenly the man disappeared from his line of sight. Stopping dead in his tracks, Lotuce began to look around him, when suddenly the man came from above and delivered a powerful axe kick to the top of head. Dropping down to a knee, Lotuce grimaced in pain, feeling the world spin a little bit.
Blinking the stars from his eyes, Lotuce delivered a powerful punch into the man’s crotch all of a sudden, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, crying. “W-Why?! That was dirty!” Lotuce could not help but laugh out loud as he slowly stood up and kicked the man in the stomach, hearing a rib break he said “This is a fight, and in a fight anything goes you loser, not a friendly spar or a game, you will die here today, so you don’t need that anyways.” Lotuce then kicked the man again, just as hard in the ribcage, hearing a few more bones crack.
Lotuce suddenly had a demented smirk on his face. He was going to entertain himself with this loser until the next one of his little pack of friends arrived. “Go on, get up, try to run away...with this.” Lotuce then fired a red Ki Blast into the man’s left leg as he was trying to stand back up, blasting a huge hole through the man’s lower leg, vaporizing part of the bone in the process. The man then began to try to limp away, a terrified look on his face as he did so. The man was screaming for help, trying to make it to the headquarters only a few meters away.
Lotuce was not going to let that happen however, he had plans in mind for this foolish person. “Where do you think you’re going? You are a weak Saiyan, that is disgusting to me. You shall perish here, try to die with a little dignity you idiot.” Lotuce slowly walked up to the man and snatched up the collar of the man’s shirt, yanking hard and throwing him to the ground behind him. Lotuce then slowly looked up to the leader of the bandit camp and said “This is your fault.”
He then slowly turned towards the crippled man trying to crawl away as fast as he could, the wound on his leg bleeding profusely. “SOMEONE SAVE ME!” Shouted the bandit as he continued to crawl away. Lotuce was beginning to grow bored of this prey. He then fired three more Ki Blasts into the man, the red orbs hitting him on the right leg and both upper arms. The man cried out in pain, his body betraying him now it seemed. “MOVE DAMN IT!” Shouted the man, now trying to pull himself away using just his chin and neck for movement.
Lotuce slowly walked up to him, a gust of wind blowing some dust through the area. He then leveled his right hand at the back of the man’s skull, his fingers splayed outwards as he began to charge a red Ki Blast. “You entertained me for a little while it seems, as such your death will come now.” Lotuce then fired the blast at the man’s skull. He watched as the orb exploded, destroying what little life was left in the man, sending him to Hell where he belonged. Lotuce then turned his attention back to the leader “If you come out of hiding and come back down here…
I might let the rest of your camp live, but this is your last warning, each death that has happened here today has been on your hands.” Lotuce looked deranged, his face splattered in the blood of the now deceased bandit as he looked up, still feeling three powerful Ki signatures coming towards him, the pure strength in all three of the fighters made his blood boil, but not in anger or rage...in anticipation. Lotuce’s body was shaking with excitement at the prospect of three more fighters coming to do battle with him.
Lotuce knew that the man in the camp was not going to leave, and whilst he felt he had the time to simply go into the headquarters of the bandit and kill him before the other three got here, he was going to save that. It had been sometime before his last true fight, he was going to savor this as a chance to grow in strength, to see just what people could do when they were motivated. He at least hoped his opponents were motivated enough to put up a decent fight, otherwise it was going to sour...his meal.
Yes, this day he was going to eat them, not literally but eat what makes them human. He was going to devour their strength and make it his own. Oh the meaty taste that their confidence gave, the pure sweetness of their fear when they realized that Lotuce was stronger than them and that they were going to die...Yes, he was going to eat well today. He hoped they had the skills to truly be tasty meals, otherwise it was going to sour the flavor of his meal, something he did not want to happen at all...
WC 1,303
PL PLEASE.
