Break The Bad

The desert was punctuated by the sound of explosions, roaring and the sound of shouting. In the distance of a ruined base, its walls rusted and the buildings inside looking to be in disrepair, despite the explosions ripping them apart. It was evident this was a makeshift base, one that was clearly a bandit hide out as all the stolen good gave it away. One of them had decided it was a good idea to steal from the large three headed demon man when he was in the neighboring town. Hyuki had been kind enough to guide him to the stolen object and now the demonic couple simply sat upon the rocks as the large demon tore through the bandit camp like it was make of tissue paper. He wasn't immediately killing the humans either, simply tossing them about like rag dolls and even a few aliens had been here as well. None of them really poised a threat to the demon, as clearly demonstrated as he tossed a bright blue demon over the rusted fence, Barban watching the alien fall onto his face and come to a sliding stop.

Sensoa currently stood in a destroyed central area of the base, a courtyard of sorts for the bandit hide out. His eyes scanning the current remaining few that all stood nearby with their weapons drawn. Some looked afraid, others were simply angry they couldn't stop his rampaging behemoth as he ripped their home apart. Sensoa was angry, that much was evident as steam emitted from his body in steady puffs and caused the area to look like a sauna. He absolutely hated bandits, he despised them with such a passion that he would sooner kill this scum than try to teach them a lesson. Yet he had made a deal with Chime and the demon did not go back on his word. He wouldn't kill this pack of scum, not if he could avoid it. Yet somewhere deep down he truly wanted to just blow this place away and move on with his life. 

A few more small battles later and the demon stood victorious a top the small camp's leader. Yet he didn't feel satisfied in the slightest, that much was certain. He felt like he was being teased, like a good reason to be here was present yet he was just being held on the edge of that reason. He wanted to be satisfied but somewhere deep down he felt frustrated this pathetic little group had nothing to offer him. Hell even the martial artists of this camp, the guys who had even a remotely high power level were nothing but fodder beneath his feet. The more he grew, the less satisfying it felt to run over his opponents. Growling, the demon punched a wall of steel, the giant metal frame collapsing harmlessly out of the way as he looked about. This place was nothing but unfilling garbage, but why had he expected anything more from bandits. It was his own fault for thinking any differently than what he normally did.