Post by Vocado on Feb 4, 2020 19:50:52 GMT -6
This thread is a split from Cold Shoulder
Thread Power Level: 196,000 | Ultra Super Saiyan: 3,332,000 / 2,548,000
Items: Dragon Radar, Scouter, Armor, Seven-Star Dragon Ball
A pair of warriors darted through the air, their Ki intertwined as their desperate struggle took them across the icy wastes. Yogu and Vocado were locked in combat.
Vocado’s arm had the martial artist practically draped over it as they flew, his teeth grit tight as Yogu attacked with a barrage of four fists. For every one the Saiyan was able to dodge, two more would slip in and land on his face or chest. The pain stung at him sharper than the cold ever could, but Yogu’s endless speeches outdid even that.
”Do you... Ever... SHUT YOUR DAMN MOOOOOUTH?!”
With a furious roar, Vocado tossed the boy haphazardly off his arm. If Yogu didn’t catch himself, he’d land near Nashua’s snowy indent.
Panting, Vocado turned back to the crowd he’d left behind. Most had seemingly poured into the mountain like ants, and it seemed, unfortunately, that Carro found the others more interesting. It made things easier in some ways, but infuriated him all the same. Even still, he caught the biggest fishes. He just needed some time to think of something now that he had them.
His opponents were spread about the clearing, all staring him down for their own reasons. Some revenge, others regret or pity. More still perhaps to mock him. Whatever their cause, those eyes burned through the mental walls he’d been building. Every breath he took was another breath closer to his last. Should he have run away? Could he try to beg for mercy? Maybe he could convince them he was cursed or possessed— try to get their help in healing his broken soul.
No. They were too cautious. Too wise to his schemes and skullduggery. As his muscles relaxed, he felt a calmness try and fail to wash over him. It was barreled over by a sense of inescapable dread and unease.
”So then: Which one of you wants to talk first? Yogu’s taken his turn about a dozen times over. Who else wants to quip? Perhaps a chastising comment or two? A monologue?! I’m all ears!”
His tone was subtly panicked. It’d be a first for quite a few warriors here to see the dam break. To see Vocado’s true self. Nashua had seen it before. Would she know how dangerous this situation truly was?
”Come on! All of you! I want all of you at once! No holding back, you sniveling wretches!”
He turned his attention to the short stack. Chime had brought these heroes together. He’d been the reason. His pitiful demeanor and magical prowess made him easy to side with. Vocado was blind to it before, but the biggest threat had never been the powerhouses and the cocksure martial artists. It was always Chime.
At least, that’s the best excuse his addled mind could muster up.
”Your fault... it’s all your fault that those friends of yours met their end by my doing. You’re worse than I am! Befriending the loners and the outcasts to use as meatshields! Pawns made of bone and sinew!”
Perhaps he was starting to sound a bit unhinged. He shook his head. They’d never see it his way. They were too self-righteous. They only knew one language.
”Why don’t I send you down to them? You can explain to those hopeless little souls why their Kami let a monster roam free!”
Thick blades of Ki ignited on both hands, and he loosed both of them toward Chime. The razor-sharp energy would need to be dealt with carefully if one couldn’t dodge them, and Vocado knew full well that Chime was no fighter.
”Who’s gonna block for him first? Which pawn will take the first hit?!”
Transformed into Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P)!
+1 KP for two turns of no tech use!
Post Order: Vocado > Yogu > Nashua > Chime > Oboe > Dorei