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Post by Pars on Jul 13, 2024 1:26:49 GMT
The Oozaru Wasteland. This place was all too familiar to a Low Class. This area was used in a plethora of different ways. For many, this was the place where one could fight for control over their own Oozaru. For others, it was where spats between different people and their squads were often settled. For Pars, it was almost like a second home. The environment was perfect for training under harsh conditions, from the scorching heat from the sand digging through the bottom of your shoes into the soles of your feet to the dry air inflaming your nostrils and inflicting soreness in your throat. Growing up, this is where he was when he needed to train, burn off steam, clear his head, and you name it. It was the grounds on which the initiation into Saiyanhood took place. The first steps on the path to power. And here he was once again, training under the searing heat of the hot sun. Sweating profusely beneath his armor and his forehead, he was attempting to push his body past its limits. Having seen what he was now capable of during his match against the elite warrior Salada, he was already ready to take the next step. This is how he wanted to get there. Not by using some power boost that rewarded defeat or weakness, but out here. Training. He was a warrior who belonged to the strongest race in the universe, and he refused to lag behind his peers. It didn't matter if they had eyes that could see through infinity or ears that could hear across the galaxy, they would all fall before him. His training regimen was fierce. 1,000 Plyo Push Ups, 1,000 Handstand Push Ups, 1,000 Sphinx Push Ups, 1,000 Sit Ups, 1,000 Leg Raises, and 1,000 Squats. With every exercise, his muscles became increasingly more painful as microtears ran throughout them. The burn excited him, knowing that his body would only continue to grow and evolve from this experience. Being all the way out in this desert away from people, away from distractions, allowed him to work with a clear mind that had its eyes set on his one true goal: To be the best. To the mightiest, to be the- REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!A deafening screech tore through the sky as unpleasant as a fork scratching across a ceramic plate. It immediately caught the Specialist's attention, hypervigilant for any signs of trouble. There weren't many things on this planet that that kind of noise, he had a feeling it couldn't be good. He heard a loud crash that rumbled the earth beneath his feet. It wasn't too far from him, smoke visible from where he stood. And so, he flew towards it to see the source of the disruption. His eyes narrowed when it came into view, landing on a pillar of rock above it. A single, spear-shaped pod, not too much unlike the pods the Saiyans traveled in. At first glance, Pars couldn't tell where this ship came from. He hadn't seen any design like this from any of the civilizations he had come across before. The pod began to unlock and open, and it wasn't too long before its passenger stepped out. Pars was on his guard when he laid his eyes upon it, as it was clearly not here for a chat. This creature was easily over 6' 5" feet tall, around 7' 5". It was covered in armor-like scales, and those horns were certainly not just for show. Its body language was aggressive and erratic as if it was just waiting for something to pounce on. Pars had many questions, what was it? Where did they come from? How did it even find its way here, and why? As much as he wanted answers, he knew it wouldn't change what he had to do. After all, there was an intruder on their planet. The only thing he needed to do was put it in the ground where it belonged. Still, he hoped it would put up at least a little bit of challenge. Pars was about to head off the rocky platform and descend onto the reptile, but he was immediately caught off guard by a strong case of deja vu. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!ANOTHER SHIP crashed down next to them and jammed itself into the sand! It opened up, and another giant reptile crawled out of it. Pars raised an eyebrow. "Two of them?" He said to himself, "Well, the more the merrier I suppose."Then it happened. As if the universe played a joke on him, the situation got worse. So much worse. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"Huh?" Pars looked straight up at the sky, as many more ships soared over his head and scattered themselves across the Oozaru Wasteland. He turned behind him and looked at the horizon, his eyes widening at infinitely more ships entering the atmosphere. His eyes widened in shock when he realized what this was, but that look of surprise soon turned to an excited grin. His warrior spirit was already beginning to rise. "Invasion." WC: 847 |
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Oozaru [x10]
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15,161
Saiyan
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Jul 14, 2024 18:03:23 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 14, 2024 18:03:23 GMT
"Invasion!? What are you talking about!?" Salada growled at the man sitting before a terminal! She had been called here to the communications center of the Saiyan Empire, the location responsible for relaying information to those who needed to know in the Empire! ...Salada was apparently one of them.... and they were apparently under attack!
"Yes mam! Ships! Dozens of them, invading the Oozaru wastes!" Salad cursed under her breath. It made logical sense to attack from there. The wastes had minimal renovation as far as population was concerned and the ground was mostly leveled by the occasional Oozaru rampage, suitable for a landing party. On the one hand, Salada couldn't believe this was happening. After all, the Saiyans were a MIGHTY EMPIRE! Attacking the heart of it like this was completely insane, as if signing one's species own death warrant! ...On the other hand, Salada could, in fact, believe it for the same reason: They were doomed. The Saiyan empire was almost always looking to expand, piercing into anyone's territory and taking everything they could. Species of these civilizations, in some desperate hail-mary may attempt to end the Saiyans at their source: by attacking their capital planet!
...Fools. Nothing would stop them. Despite how centralized their empire was on Vegeta, such a thing wouldn't stop them. They were independent, powerful on their own! These idiots were coming here to die... And Salada was content to oblige them.
"Keep monitoring the situation." Salada ordered. "...I want you to see this."
...And with that, she left.
Pars stood alone amidst the beginning of an invasion, massive clawed, reptilian creatures spilling out of a rapidly growing number of ships! Things were bleak... No Saiyan could take them all on alone! One stalked towards Pars, a low-pitched snarl reverberating from its crocodilian maw! It raised a claw, its several-inched fangs curled into scythe-tipped digits before-
*BAAAAM!*
Salada's foot CRASHED down into the top of the creature's skull! It's body FLOPPED to the ground a moment later in a thunderous heap, the whimpering croak of a dying animal escaping its throat. The elite let out a near manic chortle as she whipped her hand through the air, firing a massive energy-sphere into one of the arriving ships! Its hull exploded in a ball of fire before collapsing to the ground, the ear-splitting whine of splitting metal only causing Salada's blood to pump faster!
"PARS! Why are you just standing there?" Salada bellowed, her aura FLARING around her! "If you don't get moving, you'll miss all the fun!"
WC: 423
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 16, 2024 0:42:42 GMT
Pars's head practically flew off his shoulders as he turned around to see SALADA of all of the people arrive just in time to "save" him from what would've been a surprise attack! What was she doing here? Did word of the invasion catch that much attention already? He had an annoyed look on his face, already feeling his own pride called into question. Help? He didn't NEED help! What was worse was her ordering to him stop standing around if he wanted a piece of the action. "Oh you don't have to worry about me, I was just taking it all in." He replied, slamming his fist into the opposite palm before jumping into the fray! He jumped down from the rock pillar he was on toward the ground below him, right into a crowd of these reptiles. They looked him at him like he was an appetizer on the menu. With their stature and facial features, he wasn't surprised that they were carnivorous creatures. They began to circle him, trying to figure out the best plan of attack. However, Pars already had a plan: Attack. He made the first move, leaping out at one of them, pulling his fist back, and LAUNCHED HIS STRAIGHT AT ITS JAW. He heard a loud CRACK once his knuckles SLAMMED into their armor-like scales. It staggered back in a daze, unprepared for the follow-up attack! Pars spun his body around for a reverse roundhouse kick to same area, this time taking its jaw clean off. Just when he was about to approach it to finish it off, he felt a tight grip on the back of his neck and was lifted off the ground. That's right, it's not a one-on-one. He was very, very outnumbered. If he was going to make it out of this alive, he was going to have to keep track of multiple opponents simultaneously! He hit the ground face first, being SLAMMED into a mix of sand and rock. The sand cushioned the blow slightly, but it was obvious that these freaks weren't just cannon fodder. He could still a sting from his knuckles from that last punch. His adversaries were well-equipped for battle. He was picked up to be slammed again, but this time Pars swung his legs underneath him. The landing did a number on his knees, but he caught himself. He turned around and smacked an arm away from him, freeing himself the clutches of these serpentine creatures. The ships were still coming, crashing everywhere not already swarming with these brutes. It was only going to get harder from here. Just the way he liked it. As they began to gang up on him, Pars swiftly maneuvered through a flurry of attacks sent his way. He fought acrobatically, trying to hit weak areas such as the throat, eyes, and ears. He needed to take out each one as fast as possible to avoid getting overwhelmed. WC: 490 TWC: 1337 |
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Post by Salada on Jul 17, 2024 0:08:35 GMT
PFFFT! SAVE him? This punk? GET REAL! What Salada was here for was two-fold: Defend the empire's pride from this... nuisance and have a little fun. How dare these walking hand-bags attack the mightiest empire in the universe!? They must've been fools, or have a death wish and for that, they deserved death! Even their very PRESENCE was a blight on the world they dared to stand on! She could smell their stupidity seep into the air around them from here!
...As for her personal reasons for showing up... She was bored. As seriously as she took her day-to-day duties, there were some days when the monotony got to her. Maybe one soldier-too-many didn't measure up to expectations or perhaps one too many pads of paperwork was handed to her to look at. It was simply too much and she needed a distraction. But what could she do? Rough up a few of her cohorts? Yeah, that might make her sweat a tad but hardly enough to satisfy her! Run through an arena gauntlet? THAT circus had lost its luster some time ago. No, an invasion was PERFECT. Why go to a planet full of disposable targets when they could come to HER instead?
In essence, Pars just happened to be here. Salada was more than content to let him have his fair share, though. She was just generous like that. Who knows? Maybe he'd actually impress her this day. She DOUBTED IT... but it could happen. Stranger things often did in this wacky universe. Pars would call back that he was merely taking in the sight of it all, Salada, meanwhile, blasting a hole through one of the creatures' chests!
"Take your time! I'll keep racking up kills while you stand over there and process the obvious." She'd smirk at the man playfully, her grin growing wider as he leapt into action. AH, now this was where things went from an amusing afternoon to a full-on game, a competition, if you will. Salada had made her challenge, whether or not the man would accept it, and now she was going to drag him through the WORST defeat he'd ever suffer in any competition he'd ever be in.
...Maybe just 'cause she'd think it'd be funny.
Pars was immediately set upon by a large group and Salada was soon to follow, a wall of scaled flesh talons gnashing at her as they approached from all sides.
"Not man enough to fight be one-on-one?" Salada challenged, locking eyes with each of the creatures. "Figures. You animals don't have a concept of PRIDE!" With the last word, Salada let out a MASSIVE explosion of red ki, enveloping herself, some of the beasts, and launching the rest into piles of rubble! Laughing like a maniac, Salada would SHOOT towards one of the fallen aliens, grabbing its tail and LAUNCHING IT towards another, the two SLAMMING together hard as... an energy blast soon followed. While those two were engulfed in a sanguine explosion, Salada caught another beast by it's horns as it charged her, SNAPPING them off with a sharp YANK of her arms! The beast recoiled and squealed like some kind of pig-thing as Salada hurled those hunks of horn into the heads of two other beasts like a pair of VASTLY oversized darts. They dropped immediately.
"HAHA! NOW THIS IN FUN!" Salada chortled... before wincing as she felt the tip of a claw slice the bare edge of her face! She whirled away, her smirk growing wider... more feral as she licked the blood from the wound off her face as it dribbled down. "...Oh, yes. And it's only getting better."
WC: 609
TWC: 1032
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Post by Pars on Jul 19, 2024 2:19:41 GMT
"HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! COME ON, IS THAT ALL?" Pars was feeling the flow now, beginning to slowly ramp up the battle. He began to adapt to his opponents' brutish fighting style. They were strong but sloppy. There was no technique or form, just mindless rage. Perfect for a skilled fighter such as him. All of their attacks were linear and predictable, allowing him to defend and counter seamlessly. A growing pile of these monsters was beginning to surround him, his armor becoming increasingly stained with their blood. Although things were beginning to look up, the fight was far from over. These things were like hydras. You took down one, and two more took their place. There was no end to them, and the ships were still landing with no signs of stopping. Was this their plan? To simply overwhelm them? After all, as mighty as the Saiyans may be, they couldn't fight forever. They would begin to get tired, sluggish, uncoordinated, and... "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Pars roared as he sent his Beetroot Blast through the horde of creatures in front of him, forging a clear path forward. He dashed through the column of space he made for himself, drop-kicking the first Snake-man he flew into! If they were going to try and tire them out over time, then so be it! It would be much harder than they ever could have imagined. A battle of endurance, of wills! If that's how they want to play this, then fine!
His white aura danced around his body, as if it too was itching for a fight. "PREPARE YOURSELVES ANIMALS, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A SAIYAN'S FURY REALLY IS!" WC: 272 TWC: 1609 |
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Oozaru [x10]
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15,161
Saiyan
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Jul 20, 2024 16:29:07 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 20, 2024 16:29:07 GMT
Bodies fell around Salada like rain-drops in a storm. Each swing of her fist cleaved chunks out of the reptilian menace, each kick she threw slicing through layers of the invaders. The manic laughter of a Saiyan in her element reverberated through the battlefield like a haunting battle-song, her voice carrying over even the collective roar of the creatures! They might keep coming, but Salada was pushing deeper through the masses of flesh and scale faster than they could be replaced! The ground was covered more in flesh and blood than dirt as more and more warriors fell beneath Salada's rampage, her boots grinding them into paste
"This is pathetic!" Salada roared, swinging her leg around and CRASHING her boot across a creature's jaw! It spiraled away into it's kin, its final death-rattle disappearing into the distance. "For all your size and numbers, you just can't measure up to a real Saiyan warrior!" She looked up... and remembered the ships above required some attention. Yes, while it was fun mauling the little meat-bags they'd sent to face them, Salada could do much more damage if she took out their source of them. Smirking, Salada would crouch low and DIG her hands into the ground below her. With a grunt, she would rip up from the ground a boulder at least SEVERAL DOZEN TIMES the size of herself and HURL it into the cockpit of one of the ships! The explosion was as brilliant as any fire-work, shrapnel bursting off the burning body into the other accompanying ships, leaving bleeding, burning wounds behind as their positions in the sky began to dip.
"Have fun, Pars!" Salada called... leaving the armies to him. Salada SHOT into the sky and rocketed towards another ship, the vehicle opening fire with a salvo of projectile weapons! She bobbed and weaved around their fire, slipping between each shell before reaching one of the guns and tearing it right off! As the weapon sparked and sputtered, Salada would point it towards the inside of the ship and rest her hand opposite of the mouth of the gun. The burst she fired exploded from the throat of the weapon and into the ship, blasting out the other side and nicking another!
"Dirty fireworks..." Salada smirked as the ship fell before her.
WC: 383
TWC: 1415
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Post by Pars on Jul 24, 2024 0:37:30 GMT
"Hmph, suit yourself. MORE FOR ME." Pars replied as Salada took off to destroy more of the ships in the air and left the ground forces to him. He used his superior agility to his advantage, zipping through the horde roaring with fury. With each strike he landed on their thick skin, he could the bones in his body weakening, the muscles beginning to wear and tear. He had switched up his strategy from hitting regular weak points to simply hitting them dead on. To anyone watching, this wouldn't make much sense. They would say he should've been using more grappling moves, using the ground beneath them as his weapon. It was significantly easier, would probably increase the efficiency of his efforts. It was the smart thing, the strategic thing, the best thing...
But... would it satisfy him?
Pars saw this as a challenge. Trying to work around the enemy's weaknesses was certainly an advantage, but right now, he just wanted to prove something to himself. He didn't just want to beat them, he wanted to BREAK THEM. He wanted to DESTROY THEM. He didn't want to keep dancing around them until he won, he wanted to GO STRAIGHT THROUGH! He was going to show everyone that no matter what wall stood in front of him, he would SMASH IT DOWN!
"GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
He could feel small fractures forming in his hands and jammed a fist right into the chest of another snake man! He would win this fight, but he would win his way!
WC: 254
TWC: 1863
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19,455
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Oozaru [x10]
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15,161
Saiyan
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Jul 25, 2024 22:15:15 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 25, 2024 22:15:15 GMT
"'More for me' he says..." Salada snickered. She had to admit, for his sort, he did good work. Between the explosions and bodies flying everywhere, Pars was... a decent enough warrior. Not to hard to look at either. Such a shame he was born from such low-quality stock... She might've been interested.
In flashes of red and orange did the invading ships fall. Salada broke through one, killed everyone in the main chamber and then blew it up from the inside out! Another she flew RIGHT INTO the cock-pit of the ship, and smashed the controls, allowing the vehicle to dip towards the ground like a kind of sinking ship! It was chaos, it was pandemonium... and it was perfect. This was the kind of thing Saiyans were made for, here. The death, the carnage, the explosions and violence... it was all as important to a Saiyan's life as FOOD and WATER were! No Saiyan worth their armor ever stood on the sidelines of a battle for long! If there was blood to be shed, bodies to be battered, blasts to be fired, they were there, eager and hungry like the dogs of war themselves. Salada, having ensured the potential escape of these aliens was reduced to twisted scrap amidst a burning, blood-red wasteland, the Saiyan Elite would lower herself to the ground, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Pars fight.
She had her fun, done her job. These aliens were nothing without their ships and were doomed to perish IF NOT in their totality today, then the next as clean-up crews were sent to this place. All SHE needed to do now as hang out here and defend herself if necessary. ...And it really seemed it wouldn't be. The reptilians around Salada didn't even approach her as they watched the wreckage of their ships EXPLODE into violent nothingness. They watched, their simple eyes fading into defeat as they stood around the burning metal.
As Pars JAMMED his fist through the body of one snake-thing, its body practically EXPLODING into bones and blood from the impact, another opened it's jaws and LUNGED for Pars' throat... only for a hole to appear in the back of it's head. The creature would fall away, it's fangs mere HALF-INCHES from Pran's neck and, if he turned to face it, would see Salada, finger extended and smoking at the tip, pointing at where the creature had once lunged.
"Tsk, tsk." Salada chided, waving the finger at Pars. "Letting your guard down isn't smart."
WC: 421
TWC: 1836
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Post by Pars on Jul 29, 2024 1:44:07 GMT
"Come to think of it, I don't remember asking for your damned opinion."
Pars was getting sick and tired of Salada's comments, even if she might have actually bailed him out of a potentially bad situation. That would be the second save today, it was humiliating! No doubt he'd hear more about it after this fight was over. Assuming they would survive at least. More reptilians began to swarm him aggressively, Pars made an effort to sharpen his spatial awareness to avoid any more comments from the peanut gallery, doing a 360-degree spinning kick to keep the reptilians at bay.
"Why do you keep getting in my way anyways? Don't tell me the Elites have gone soft. Are you concerned about my safety? I'm touched."
Hopefully, that was enough to get her off of his back. No one liked a coach. The adrenaline numbing the pain of cracked bones within his knuckles, he threw another harsh right punch into one's torso. He bent down to grab its leg, swinging it around and into its comrades. He'd toss it after, letting out a MASSIVE Oozaru roar, the shockwave sending the group behind him flying away from him. He turned back to those who remained in front of him. He flew forward and threw a volley of attacks their way, slowly but surely making his way through the group.
He was beginning to hear the ships hit the ground at a decreased frequency. Whether or not it was due to Salada's effort or their running out of soldiers, there may have been a light at the end of the tunnel!
WC: 268
TWC: 2131
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1/8
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
15,161
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Jul 31, 2024 0:50:16 GMT
"Wow! You actually know a three syllable word! Congratulations!" Salada mocked, lightly clapping her blood-stained hands. "...And here I thought you wouldn't even know the meaning of the word 'opinion.'" She only smirked as Pars scrambled to recover his pride, snapping back at Salada as if his 'opinion' meant anything. The Saiyan would just brush her hair out of her face, an amused smile spreading across her lips. "I'm sorry... Do you want to die?" Salada asked, a false twang of surprise touching her voice. "I suppose your death wouldn't mean anything in the end... After all, you're as replaceable as saibamen..." She paused, cocking her head in thought.
"Well... Perhaps not AS replaceable... That would require a mate and I struggle to imagine any admirable traits in ANY lowborn..." Pars was unleashing HELL upon the remaining reptiles, blood, gore, and limbs falling from the sky as if it were rain. Such a beautiful sight in Salada's eyes. Almost like a red sun over paradise. She took in the coppery scent with a sigh... A delicious smell to cap off the sight.
"Tch. Concerned? Please." Salada brushed aside Pars' jab as if it were an actual punch. "If you had any chance of dying to these losers, I would have killed you myself by now." To prove her point... and perhaps to rile up Pars some more, Salada would snipe another reptilian coming at him from the front, putting a hole where it's eye-socket was a second ago and causing it to collapse in a heap. "Honestly... What made these things think they could challenge OUR empire?"
She flicked her gaze to Pars, wondering how he'd take that. "Our empire." Not "MY empire." Elites had a tendency to bestow things upon themselves alone that generally fell over all. The empire, the military, their successes in expansion... all due to and appropriately belonging to THEM. It was always "Mine" or "ours" if referring to a elites, snatching away any and all credibility that could be attributed to the lower classes.
After all, it was their due as the cream-of-the-crop.
Salada laughed as Pars remarked how "touched" he was at her "concern."
"If you meant that, I really would have shot you dead." Salada chuckled, sniping another reptilian before it could get in Pars' reach. "We Saiyans don't have room for weaklings. Show me why you deserve to be alive and take care of the rest of this garbage for me."
WC: 409 TWC: 2245
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1,056
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Post by Pars on Aug 9, 2024 2:38:47 GMT
"Deserve to be ali- Oh, BROTHER. Will you just worry about yourself already?!"
Pars would be lying if he said Salada wasn't distracting him in his fight. His blood was starting to boil from all of her sly remarks, and it was beginning to throw him off of his game. He could hardly enjoy the fight, which was the worst part. The thrill of this joy ride was pretty much why he was excited to take on this horde of enemies to begin with. Every Low Class had to prove themselves to an elite, but did she really have to say SOMETHING every single second of the fight? Didn't she have her own stuff going on?
"If I could just get a MOMENT of peace so I can focus-"
He stopped for a moment, almost being overwhelmed by another group before managing to free himself. The crazy thing was that, based on their last encounter, he would've thought he had proved his worth already. He might have left that spar with half a rib cage, but he remembered dealing his fair share of damage on her too.
"So I can focus on something other than whatever dumbass remark you have to make about me!"
WC: 204
TWC: 2335
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19,455
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1/8
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Oozaru [x10]
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15,161
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Aug 12, 2024 0:20:29 GMT
Salada cocked her head at his response. All of that... and he's just... complaining about it...? Well, suffice it to say that the Elite was more than a little underwhelmed by his response. She'd expected something along the lines of him getting fired up, some kind of encouragement fit for a warrior... But no. He was complaining... about her commentating.
"Hmph. As you wish." Salada grunted, shrugging her shoulders. What did she care? She supposed she shouldn't have expected anything more from low-class trash anyway. Poorly trained, she supposed that he WOULD only be capable of thinking about only one thing at a time! Look at him, he was barely managing on his own, struggling with the reptilians who were now cut off from reinforcements, cut off from support... and on their last limping legs. They were fleeing more often than they were attacking now, attempting to hide amongst the rocks knowing that their invasion was a failure. It genuinely surprised Salada that they took this long to grasp the futility of their struggle.... Perhaps they had been just that determined... or desperate.
"I needn't bother." She decided, watching a handful of scalies disappear into the landscape. "They'll die off on their own anyway. If we don't get them... another Oozaru will. And besides..." Salada looked over at Pars. "...This is work for his kind. Not mine."
As Pars finished gutting the last beast, Salada with nod with approval. Well, he was useful and, at the very least, entertaining.
"Let's get out of here." Salada huffed, gesturing back towards the city. "The stench of these things is starting to set in." ...With that, Salada would make her way back towards town to report their success. At least then, she could go back to doing actually important work.
EXIT
WC: 297 TWC: 2542
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