Post by Tysco Zautt on May 27, 2019 5:47:46 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
It had only been a minute at best, but Tysco had made some serious distance between himself and the inevitably ensuing battle at Muscle Tower, his expert use of mystic arts proved to be an excellent tactic. While still transformed into the creature best suited for his escape, he kept his senses active— he could tell that the other strange young man was quite far away himself. That was good, at least the two of them could live for sure. However, Tysco paused, moving no further.
Two people back at the tower— Sensoa and Saizomaru were friends of his, or at least each to his halves; his civilian half and hero half respectively. Tysco didn’t want either of them to perish, especially when he only just began to understand them. So what if they were rough around the edges? They had the potential to be genuinely great people and he was firm in this belief.
Not only was he frustrated with the fact he ran away, there was something else gnawing at him at the back of his mind. Unfortunately his head wasn’t clear enough to figure it out just yet. Regardless, Tysco swam back up to the surface of the sands. Erupting from the top, he quickly shapeshifted back to normal before skidding to a halt. Turning on his heel, his eyes were glued to the horizon where Muscle Tower was.
Moments before it would never be there again, the tower truly was there. A great pillar of destructive power swirled into existence before swinging down like a pendulum, burning the land in a cataclysmic explosion of rage and light with Tysco only just managing to avert his eyes, and barely managing to keep standing even at this distance. When it all subsided, he was simply left there in shock, and this cleared his mind.
Something was off, something went wrong.
In a state of panic, Tysco reached out with his Ki senses and flicked his scouter on, only to be relieved that, miraculously, the two that he cared about were still alive. But were they okay? The energy that rended the tower from this Earth and scotched the land was Sensoa’s, Tysco felt it. Yet, it felt wrong in some way, as if Sensoa’s will was screaming. Was it in outrage, or a call for help? Or was it both?
Perhaps against his better judgement, Tysco began to slowly trudge towards the freshly sown disaster, his expression fraught with concern as he internally cursed his own ineptitude. ’You morons better be okay..’