What Are You, Psycho!? (Invite | Aizu) Apr 4, 2019 7:23:35 GMT -6
Post by Faasta on Apr 4, 2019 7:23:35 GMT -6
The impactful sounds of flying fists and whizzing blasts of Ki thundered around the Nitran, yet he remained still with his arms crossed. Faasta was deep in thought, mulling over the events that transpired within the Freeza Capital not too long ago. To think a lone Soldier from the Saiyan Kingdom could pose such a gigantic threat to the Fleet...It kindof scared him.
Faasta glanced around, briefly scanning the recruits he was currently in a training session with. Pitiful, all of them! Whereas the Saiyan Kingdom boasted Soldiers capable of leveling an entire City, these pathetic idiots couldn't even put a dent in some Combat Armor!
''Whoa, that blast was pretty impressive, Mayon!''
''Thanks, I've been training pretty hard.''
Faasta gripped his arms tightly, growling nearly uncontrollably as a glare shot to the recruits. They didn't seem to notice, however, and continued on their merry way. ''My power level's been shooting higher and higher, soon I'll be clobbering them monkeys left right and centah!'' The cocky Brenchian chuckled aloud, flexing his bicep. The Beri-Seijin beside him let out a curious hum, and scanned the Brenchian with his scouter. ''W-whoa dude, 3,000?! That's...!'' The Alien gasped.
3,000. This clown was bragging over a Battle Power of 3,000. And this other clown? He was impressed by a Battle Power of 3,000!
''WILL YOU TWO SSSHUT UP!?'' The Nitran finally snapped, a teeth-gritting snarl plastered on his face. The two recruits immediately froze and turned to the hulking Nitran, a nervous yet defiant look on their faces. ''W-whoa man, what's your deal?'' ''Yeah, the hell's your problem...?'' The two shouted back, already taking nervous steps backwards as they saw Faasta stomping toward them.
''Ohh, I have a Power Level of 3,000, bluh bluh bluh! I am ssssooo special and awesome!'' Faasta mocked the Brenchian's tone. ''Do you have any idea how ridiculousss you sssound?! Did you forget what happened here the last time the Ssssaiyans attacked!?'' The Assault Trooper looked down on the shorter Brenchian, jabbing a finger against his chest and pushing him backward.
''What, we can't joke around? Who the fuck pissed in yer cereal, mate?'' Mayon dug a foot into the ground, and stood tall against Faasta. Standing further back, the Beri-Seijin already had his scouter fixated on Faasta, and he quickly began to choke on his spit. ''M-Mayon, I d-don't think you wanna mess with this g-guy! His Power level is over...-!'' Mayon quickly interjected, ''I don't bloody care, I'll beat his red ass any day of the week!''
Faasta took a deep breath as the Brenchian began to get more and more riled up. He sighed out, and shook his head.
''Are you mocking me?! I'll show you, snake! HUAAA!!''
''Yeah yeah, whatever, 'mate'.''
Just before the Brenchian could attack with a mighty swing, Faasta jabbed outward with a quick punch to Mayon's chest. While his motions were loose and casual, the impact of his punch shook the entire floor. Mayon was sent flying at a breakneck speed, a fizzled blur of blue that quickly crashed into the adjacent wall, leaving a huge brenchian-shaped dent within it.
Everything was silent. All eyes were locked on Faasta, mouths wide open in utter shock. Not even a peep came from Mayon.
''Any other takersss?!'' Faasta shouted out, turning to scan the recruits that were gawking at him. ''No?! Then ssstop ssstaring at me!''
The Nitran sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ''God, I hate all of you...!''
Faasta's PL: 14,000
Relevant Items: Ruby Pendant