General Recruitment (Zriracha)

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From the exciting people along the western verge, Zriracha finally decided to explore the reaches of the south. More importantly, the mystery of South City. It was one of the last ‘Cardinal’ settlements that she’d visited and she had to know how this one compared to the rest. From the outside-in, one would think that the city was home to a great many agricultural exploits (maybe even rivaling East City’s own metropolis). Yes... One would think that until they saw the city for themselves and gaped at the stark differences between the ‘Good’ and ‘Bad’ parts of the city.

At the moment, Zriracha allowed her intrigue of the seedier side of the city to capture her attention. It felt as though she might have even belonged there given the looks she had gotten upon attempting to explore the more hospitable reaches of the city. Here, where the streets were dirtier, the light hardly functioning and vagabonds litter the streets nearly as much as the trash did… no one gave her a second glance. She wasn’t certain if that bode well for her or not, but it was at least better than being judged for her appearance.

However, that soon would change rather quickly. Zriracha was forced to stop her stroll through the city when she was approached by a rather dimly-dressed human. Or, at least, she believed they were human. The fur she could see beyond their clothing (arms and legs) gave her pause. Regardless, they still held a knife in her direction and that was a clear challenge. She grinned, her voice calling out to them firmly, “What is your intention, poorly cloaked stranger? Would you have my own hide for yourself?”

That knocked them off guard, having never heard someone speak like she had before. “W-Wha- Just give me your fucking money!” They yelled, a masculine voice persuading her to believe it was a male.

She reeled back, not expecting such a profane response. “It’s money you desire? How banal…” She grumbled, not at all interested in even acquiescing to such a small demand. “Move, Mortal. Or face the consequences of your foolishness.” Suddenly, an idea came to her just as the furred assaulter rushed her to likely take the money by force. “As you wish,” She chuckled, raising a hand toward him with her palm facing forward.

As he approached, blade above his head, Zriracha’s hand would suddenly glow before a weapon of demonic origins would POP into existence. In a fluid motion faster than the human could see, she disarmed him with her larger weapon and countered fluidly with a might hoof swung upwards to smash him up and away from her. His body landed by a bag of bricks and laid motionless; not dead, however, as she could still scent the glimmer of life within him.

By this point, she’d gathered a bit of a group. Blade brandished in hand with a fancy flourish, Zriracha called out to the underbelly of the South City, “Whom wishes to challenge me next?! Your numbers matter not to me!”

General Kraktus

She had expected the group of mortals to rush her, maybe one at a time – hopefully all at once. However, what she didn’t expect was another challenger that didn’t seem the least bit afraid of her. He had the looks to talk the talk as well, looming over most average-sized humans and wearing a peculiar armor. Wait a minute… I have seen this armor before, but not in such colors. Space was still a mystery to her, being as such many of the space-faring races were not known to her. This one did not look like a Saiyan in any case.

That was neither here nor there, however, and she was plainly asked a question. She tilted her head at her newest challenger, her grin just as sharp as ever, “Well, friend, you can take that however you like. However, if it also a challenge you seek,” She summoned her other sword, materializing it with a ‘POP!’ like the other and brandishing them. “-I would be glad to take you at your word.”

Her power would double just then, the release of darkness like a second shadow over her body. "I am known as Ziracha of Chakkapak and I shall accept your challenge!"

General Kraktus

He had accepted her challenge, which meant that to time to fight was no sooner than NOW. The humans that she thought would challenge her had moved out of the way and to a safer distance, somehow sensing the danger of this conflict better that she did. However, in narrow-minded fashion, Zriracha paid little attention to this and instead took his bow in stride. She would bow, blade held before her as she returned his gesture, before wasting no more time and rushing at him. CLAK, CLAK, CLAK, CLAK! Her hooves pounded off the concrete, her swords held at her sides as she approached.

She was mid-swing and nearly upon Kraktus when suddenly he raised his hand and she was absolutely locked in some kind of force. “UGH!” It paralyzed her temporarily, a sort of dizziness taking over before she was thrown back by what felt like the force of a meteor crashing into her. One could say that her form might not have been visible by the spectators around her, she had been thrown so fast. As her momentum died down, she would crash and skid along the streets painfully as the burn of her skin and fur had her release a cry of pain.

Her body stopped shortly, thrown an impressive 10 blocks before it grinded to a halt near a traffic circle. Zriracha groaned, not expecting such an attack straight out of the gate. What… power. Something tells me it is too late to regret this. With a wince, she got back to her feet and levitated just above the ground – glaring in Kraktus’ direction as she declared, “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that!” Like a rocket she propelled through the air just above the streets, weapons still in hand as she landed just in front of Kraktus and begun a wild, rabid set of swings with her sword.

She didn’t know who this guy was or what his name was supposed to mean to the planet Earth but would never back down from a challenge if she could help it. Something about the way his power felt the moment he knocked her away sent chills down her spine.

By the looks of the ripped armor and blood that she’d drawn with her blades, Zriracha hazard a guess that Kraktus wasn’t expecting that. Seeing that she’d damaged him – even a little bit - brought a victorious grin to her face. He wasn’t indestructible and that meant that she had a fighting chance. Kraktus wasn’t taking her insolence lightly, and Zriracha could tell that he was going to retaliate with something – soon enough, she’d raise her arms up just a moment too slow to block the swing that cracked against her face. It spun her around, knocking her back – recovering a moment later to catch herself and face Kraktus once more.

With a huge welt on her face swelling quickly, Zriracha was enjoying another round of disorientation. This wasn’t good; there were three of him now! I’ve… got to do something! With desperation fueling her, Zriracha would shuck one of her swords into the pavement – blade slicing the ground like a hot knife through butter. She raised her hand, then, and held it palm up before a small coin would materialize and spin. It wasn’t her Father’s coin, but a cheap imitation of it with the same power as the one she had given to Perfect. She closed her fist around the ephemeral coin and a short transformation of sorts would take place.

Her horns would curl upwards, lengthening and creating an almost circle – the space of which the flames would reside and burn a stark black. Her power doubled once again before she threw her head back to release a battle cry to the skies.

Immediately following suit, Zriracha would face Kraktus and suck in a large breath of air before releasing it in a fiery spiral of black flames toward the General.

As the fire from her throat raged on, encouraged by the seemingly endless potential from her current opponent, Zriracha almost didn’t notice Kraktus simply moving through them as if they weren’t even an obstacle. So shook from the scene, Zriracha didn’t notice that she’d ended her onslaught and was no open-season for a counter. His words had the blood within her boil – this was it; the challenge she’d awaited since leaving the Demon Realm. From deep within her soul, she felt something strange become unhinged and – seeing Kraktus raise his hand up like before – felt herself move without thinking.

Just like before, she rushed him and (just like before) she was caught in what appeared to be some sort of telekinetic hold. This time around, however-

-she was beyond ready for it.

Zriracha released a grunt of pain, thrown back from the force of the blow, but as she was repelled the Demon would arch her back into a flip and grind her hooves into the concrete. Then, once more, she was upon Kraktus with her fist aflame with fire and a declaration upon her lips, “Then let’s get them MOVING!” And attempted to focus a swing that would crack upon his cheek. Her goal: Move him. If he truly was some being far beyond her level, then she would let nothing stand in her way to give her best. Whatever reason he had to be here mattered not to her; only that she could let loose without the fear of taking his life. She hoped the other humans were smart enough to leave this place.


General Kraktus

Zriracha landed, arm still in the air after her swing, and glared in the direction she’d launched him. Her head felt light, her body tense and humming with energy as she took in the victory of truly ‘knocking his socks off’. She was breathing heavily now, her magical reserves running dangerously low as she went all out and hardly allowed herself a moment to rest. He couldn’t be down after just that one punch – everything about this match felt heavily one-sided; the obvious feeling of someone giving you a freebie out of pity or curiosity.

But something told her that this one was testing her for some reason.

He pulled himself from the rubble and Zriracha’s eyes twitched in annoyance, still very much ready for more. His words, though backhanded, felt like a compliment. “You honor me with your words,” She returned firmly, genuine but no-nonsense. She lowered herself into a stance, prepared for the next attack. The sight of his arm, with the air seeming to warp around it and even damage the ground, Zriracha knew this was going to hurt like a bitch. He threw his arm out and Zriracha pulled her arms into an ‘X’ formation to protect herself. It slashed at her with the cutting force of a kodachi, the force pushing against her as her hooves ground against the concrete from the push back.

A sudden pain in her right hoof, farther from the other and pushing against the force of the slash, had her flinch and she dropped her guard to receive a rather agonizing reminder of their power difference. Blood seemed from her wounds, deep gashes along her abdomen and arms and (unseen) a cringe-worthy crack that ran from the sole of her hoof nearly all the way up to the cornet band. Her arms shook at her sides, evidence of her exhaustion, I can’t take much more of this. But I can’t - won’t… hold back.

This would be her last move in a obviously one-sided battle, “You have been a fantastic opponent to me, General. It is only polite that I concede to you with my final effort.” Her power started to spike once more, Digging Deep into her magical reserve to tap them dry. “Should this not satisfy you, then forgive my temerity.” From her hand, a sword would POP! Into existence, dropped in the melee. Her aura radiated from her like a black hole sucking light in, voice echoing deeply. “This will be my last attack.” Black fire rushed down her blade, empowered.

Left with nothing else to say, Zriracha charged one last time with both hands grasping the hilt as she held it to the side. A final battle cry later, Zriracha made to slash a final time with a ‘Wrathful Blaze’ towards Kraktus’ chest.


General Kraktus

Zriracha snarled as the power behind their techniques clashed – everything she had was put into this. Was there more she could bring to the table? If there was, she could hardly imagine it right now – pushed to her limits. She pushed against him, willing her flames to reach him, when there was a sudden push against her that resulted in both of their attacks to dissipate into nothing. She leaped back, stumbling a bit as she did from the sudden pain in her hoof, before she looked up at Kraktus with a withered look of shame.

D-Damn, and he doesn’t appear to have even broken a sweat. She breathed heavily, expecting that perhaps he would finish her. What came next, however, had the Demon give pause and blink at Kraktus in sudden confusion. Work… for him? Zriracha didn’t quite understand the meaning behind such an offer and narrowed her eyes at him critically, “I don’t… understand. Work for you, General – what does this entail?”

As a Demon, giving favors and assisting in mortals to realize their true potential was something she often did – for free. However, to work for another came with certain expectations that could have detrimental effects on her more ‘complicated’ abilities. “I would be honored to assist you, General, simply for battling me and sparing my life. However, I must be crass with you,” She relaxed her body and dropped her guard since she could glean that he had no interest in finishing her off. “-To be bound to a Demon from the Chakkapak Clan is a game of give and take. If it merely my allegiance you require, or simply a favor – I would be satisfied to grant it to you.”