At the Mountains of Madness [DE Split]

     Dion could hardly believe the situation he had himself grasped in, his body beginning to shiver all over as the weight of the circumstances of which he had become stuck with dealing with starting to finally take its toll. Even with his years of experience keeping cool and calm under pressure, the imminent threat of being wiped off the face of the planet with a single attack was able to break the once hardened bartenders resolve quite quickly. With a wild and desperate gaze, the shudder-filled Saiyan began to look around, for a way out, for something to cling onto, a small scrap of hope- with nothing in sight really providing any sort of comfort to hang onto. Even with Suri's incredible power increase, Russe's continued hard-headedness against the unknown, and Auroras revitalization somewhat evening the field, Kalabas' attack still dwarfed nearly all of them put together. And the fact that the other red Majin was seemingly content with allowing events to play out, happy with standing idly by, only helped to fuel the fear that now began to rip at Dions optimistic nature. The bodily shaking began to increase in consistency and intensity, the unnatural convulsions becoming more violent with each moment passed. If Kalabas' goal in combat was to force his opposition to quit, both mentally Andy physically, the demented and destructive Duke of the Saiyan armada was most definitely having his way.

     The bartender fell to his knees, his earlier declamation of refusing to kneel now seemingly forgotten as his white gloves blended in with the snow around him, trying to clutch at something that was not there as his hands began to feel the piercing cold of the white frost before him. His breathing erratic, heartbeat even more so, Dion for once found himself at a loss for words. Unsure of what to do, of what to think, of what to feel, as all around him the world seemingly began to slowly melt away, leaving only a dark, cold, and empty cave- harboring both a growing blizzard and a broken man. A panic attack of sorts, it seemed, left the good man, doing nothing.

     His hands drifting their way up to his head, Dion clutched at his hair, racking his brain of information, trying to find a way to escape this darkening declaration of damnation from the Duke, all to no avail. Nothing came to mind, and as nothing came to mind, the rest of his hope began to slip away- leaving at last only the doubt and judging voices of the past within his head to torture him, to tease him, to make him wonder what could have been if he had been stronger, more useful, more productive- what he could have done to escape such a fate.

     The voices began softly, growing as Dion's will to continue began to deform, mutterings of apologies and lamentations of his apparent weakness  being the only thing to leave his mouth as they did....

                                                                              "At damndest last, I very nearly thought your plan was to bore me to a second death!.."
                     “To actually be the powerful one. It felt almost, euphoric..”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      "Whether it was a heroic sacrifice or not won't matter..”                                                                     "You will be lucky if I even care to remember having fought you..."

"I-I'm, sorry...so sorry..."

     Then, just as the blizzard physically began to pick up in response to the rising stakes, or perhaps to Dion's own emotional status, the cacophony of voices within began to swell and grow in magnitude, becoming an awful buzzing of damning phrases and words from both present and far within his past, his vision beginning to go black as his consciousness began to slip as well, the voices becoming more random and nonsensical as he went down below, his body becoming a shivering, sniveling shell of the man he once was...

                                     "Maybe then will you be able to nick my finger!"
                                                                                                                             "..He died accomplishing nothing..."
        "The time has come for me...to spread DEATH and FEAR!.."
                                                                                                                    “No holding back, you sniveling wretch!”                                                                                               “S-stay... away from him..." 


     “...I couldn’t keep my promise..”

     And as suddenly as they came, a single voice pierced through the crowd of noises that had overwhelmed Dion, his eyes suddenly regaining its vision as he heard a familiar, antagonistic voice sneer out to him...



     Suddenly, a sky-shattering yell sounded from the originally dejected Saiyan warrior, his aura flaring white as it became a raging inferno within the chilled atmosphere of the min-blizzard encompassing the company within these mountains of madness. His aura creating a light so maddeningly bright it made Kalabas look nearly transparent within its blaze. His aura becoming so large that the very height of it cut through the very top of the mountain, appearing as a large column of pearl radiancy erupting from within the mountains heart. A large accumulation of rubble had begun to orbit around the Saiyan, the ground beneath him vibrating immensely from the force of his power. The blizzard around him began to slow, as if from recognition of his presence. It started as what seemed to be any other lower class warriors aura, white, generic, uninteresting as Kalabas would put it, but within its sudden reemergence was sparks of what seemed to be, gold?

     As the realization was made, Dion's cry only became louder as his aura completely covered his body, making a steady shift from a wild white to a more constant, set, and solidified golden glow, his very voice shaking the entire structure they were held within to its very core. The winds and the gusts blown from the blizzards within only helped to add to the effect, whipping his now yellow aura wildly around the cave in wild spurts and arcs as the bartenders body began to undergo a heroic transformation. His body becoming more toned, before bulging in muscle mass and having now to them a shimmering apricot like luminosity. His tail now donning his auras change of color, turning yellow itself and it’s fur standing on end.

     After several more moments entrance by the torrents of Dions emotion, Dions head slowly tilted back forward to face his adversary, eyes closed in silent yet furious contemplation as his head was now adorned with a crown of golden spikes that gently rippled within the breeze, having replaced his normally black locks of hair. Upon reopening his eyes, a narrowed glare was shot immediately toward Kalabas; now emerald jaded fire-filled pupils staring him straight in the face.

     ‘Annoyed with speeches, was he?’

     He spat at the ground, no quip dare leave his normally silver tipped tongue.

     Thankfully, he wasn’t in a sociable mood.

     Wordlessly, perhaps the decision to be silent in slight teasing in relation to both Auroras and Kalabas’ non-stop bluster, The now Golden Gilded Warrior sped forward- attempting to slam a right hook straight into the smug jaw of the devilishly dubious Duke, while also flicking upward his wrist once more in order to fire again another Sudden tremor.

     He wished for them to nick his finger.

     Now, Dion was to take the entire hand.


The good man stands complacent no longer. Super Saiyan status has been requested. PL, if accepted, currently is at 1,512,405. KP 6/7, attempting to fire off another Sudden Tremor for a total of 499,093 damage potential.

    To say he hated all this was a understatement, this battle seemed entirely pointless to him. Between him not know just what was the cause of this conflict and his on lack of ability he felt more like a kid being tossed around in a sea of storms, even the fact he was not the only one did little to help his unease. I fact the only thing that did help his unease was the fact he had at least convinced Sanbu to stand down, for both his own sake and the sake of his allies. If he had helped the battle would have ended very quickly in favor of this psychopath ghost, his mindless rants growing on him. The man was clearly out of his mind and his words assured him that their would be no chance for negotiation in this battle."Would that have worked? Cause lets be honest I might as well be a mute compared the amount inane babble that comes out of your mouth"he jested his temper making him reply to the mans taunts.

    Still It all seemed like it could end badly at any moment when Suri's power level rose greatly, the once fear stricken girl form before suddenly exploding with a strange power not unlike Aurora's own. With this sudden change it seemed like things might start going in their favor, the two high power levels standing a good chance together of winning this fight. He would not like and say he was not a bit envious of their power though, his own feelings of jealousy rising surface at their powers. Perhaps his mentor might not have died if he had been strong enough to fight along side him and perhaps he would not have to stand still why his friends where so close to losing their own life. However before he could shake himself out of his own thoughts he felt a second power form their group sky rocket, the sudden surge of power surprising him as he turned to Dion. The man's golden hair reminding him of those he saw outside of the mountain, a strange sight indeed but the power he felt form the man was astounding to say the least. It again roused the sense of jealousy in him he did not know he possessed, the sight of their powers coming out like this should be a good sign. Realizing just how wrong his train of thought was quickly shook his head before circling his target, each Reno to attack at the first moment of weakness. "So mister Goldilocks why did you not use that form the start?" He asked him mind wonder just why he had not gone all out form the start, his lack of knowledge on the Saiyan transformation fueling his ignorance.

    It was only then he realized just how close the phantom was to Aurora, the man mere inches form as he prattled on. It made every protective instinct he had go into overdrive as he looked on, his face both cold form the fear of this deadly conflict and the rage he felt at the thought of his friend in danger. The first copy of him quickly rebuilt his sword, the ki in his hand glowing bright red before he shaped in back into the very sword Kalaboo had destroyed. Pulling up the blade both copies jumped at him intent on joining the melee with Aurora' both blades charged with as much ki as they could hold, the newly forged blade cracking under the stress of his own attack as he brought them down on Kalaboo. Perhaps due to luck or perhaps due to the gods it was at that very moment Yogu fired off his attack, a ki blast powerful enough to shake the very mountain nearly stopping Reno cold. Rather then stay shocked however he pressed his attack with everything he had, one blade coming up below the ghost and another form above as he tried to strike him in unison. A furious attack that would have perhaps felled a normal opponent but in this fight he would be lucky if it even landed on him.

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Suri's Majin body was being kept alive by her soul, and nothing else. Unlike most other races, her abnormal biology meant that she lacked things such as vital organs, blood, chemicals, hormones and the like. To Suri, her ki and magic, the spiritual and mystical energy coursing through her gummy body, they were her lifeblood. Regulating their flow calmed her, and gave her renewed vitality.

Suri stared forward to witness the result of the combined attacks, and so far it was not looking great. The ghostly duke seemed to have defended against them with ease, at least from what the Majin could see with her eyes. The usual Suri would have been panicking with fear and thoughts of futility, but the artificially-calmed Majin's focus remained on the situation at hand. A peaceful resolution was still the most ideal for her, but whether that was likely or not was up to what happened next. What was his answer going to-

The pitch black void that were Suri's sclerae widened as she saw, barely managed to catch sight of Kalabas's ghostly hand approach for...what, a flick on the nose? That caught her a bit off guard. Not a punch or a kick? Just a mere teasing gesture? Suri felt bad, almost felt ashamed, for attacking Kalabas at all, even if her intent was only to send him backwards. He seemed to be more willing to talk than she had first thought, and that tonal shift had not gone unnoticed. "Well, I'm sorry, mister Strongbone," Suri corrected herself, "but I can't engage in diplomacy if you're in the middle of being hit by another..."

Kalabas's snap made Suri flinch, though she was relieved to find that the only thing that came of it was the sound. Suri's stance slightly loosened as she stood, allowing her left hand to unclench from a fist to rub her nose that had been flicked, while listening to the phantom Saiyan speak. And as she did, doubt started to grow from inside her mind. It was Lapdog of the Saiyan Kingdom, versus Apologist of the World Trade Fleet. Suri's brows furrowed as she started to wonder if she was really on the right side. Kalabas sounded like he wished to cause no harm despite his shortcomings and death-induced irrationality. Yet his words were betrayed by the energy that he was (apparantly) charging. "If your wants and musts are different, why do you even follow orders from...whoever it is you're taking these unjust orders from?"

Suri was a bit confused still, but she knew at least one thing she knew she had to do. Protect her friends. Suri made no moves to attack, but she adjusted her footing, preparing to lunge forward in case she would have to defend someone. "Stand down, please. I promise to do the same if you do..."

...What was that? Dion was...kneeling, mumbling... The blue Majin's glowing pink irises gazed upon the friend next to her, right as he exploded with rage. Suri instinctively jumped back and away from her friend Dion, almost in fear as the once friendly bartender became shrouded in a warm glow of gold. A wave of shock ran across Suri, apparant on her face with her mouth gaping open. A Super Saiyan. Suri had heard from the bedtime stories, the history classes, more recently on the news. It was only a few minutes ago that she had seen some from far away, but now...there was one standing right in front of her.

Suri's power and focus briefly faltered, and she was momentarily frozen in shock, until she realized everyone else was continuing to fight, attacking Kalabas again in unison. "...No, wai-"

But the Majin's meek voice was drowned out by the loudest sound she had ever heard before.

An explosive shockwave, and the quake caused by it, together knocked the Majin off of her feet. Suri lay there, horrified, wondering what in the world was going on outside. Suri groaned, shaking her head, trying to shake the ringing out of her ears. She held her 'heart', trying to keep her magic infused ki from being defocused again...

As Kalabas had stressed, he had spoken metaphorically when he promised to hold the line with his life, but that apparently meant very little to Aurora. Littler was the apparent care he had for the finger severed by the ice sword, which he attached back and kept excitedly gesticulating within seconds. Perhaps he even moved it a tad bit more than he would have otherwise, for the joy of it of course. "Psychopath... Are you that afraid, your rage and hatred so prevalent in your meager meager thoughts, that a man as Vocado seems evil to you?" he playfully interjected in vibrant sing-song, hand over his chest and shock too clear on his face "Well, I think that Vocado is nothing short of lovely when you get to know him, you know? He would have heeded my repeated warnings, instead of pelting me with ki crumbs... Or the sort of attack you are about to do." Sure as rain, or more aptly a blizzard, Aurora burst into punching range of Kalabas "How predictable." he half-grumbled with some bemusement, and a grin that shattered when the arcosian fist connected. A lot of things were shattering, actually. His nose, throat, ribs, fingers, anything down his wrists and up his arms, his shoulder blade as it crashed against the ice wall, his sternum as it was pierced by an arcosian tail. And all of this was supposed to be followed by some future conversation. What, then, would Aurora have attempted had her killing intent been more clear? To him it was clear enough already. Kalabas was scratching and swiping at her tail with spasmodic and torn pulls, unable to do much but smear her the limb with thick, cold ichor pouring down his mouth in torrents too violent for him to say anything. Why hadn't she struck some inches lower, so as to allow him to at least talk this out? And how well he would have talked, with his nails carving those pretty red rubies from the whites of her eyes as then sinking through flesh, bone, and cartilage until the brains she had barely any use of were little more than chunks and pulp. If only. This is what he deserved for dishing out chances and small mercies rather than spite and pure venom, a painful impalement even now peppered by blows. Perhaps he should have been clearer?... So as to put himself as the same level as these beasts? Better die again.

Through cracked eyes he blankly stared at some corner, a golden light breaking through the magical outpour, followed by a scream that roused something deep inside him. Recognition, yes, but something beyond it. Anger? Indignation? That such an ignorant cretin had achieved the state of legend? Out of panic and fright rather than loss, struggle, a lifetime of hell culminated by near, impending doom? What a coward. Fool. To rob the guise of a super saiyan without first having been a saiyan at all. And yet Kalabas met Dion's cold stare with a bloodied smile, one survived the blow to it. It grew into sheer irriality, a grin with too many teeth, too much blood, too much joy for what was at stake.

The Duke could feel it, but would they? No, they would suffer it.

His head hung limp from his shoulders, bobbing and swaying in repeated attempts to... He wasn't sure yet. Face his killers? No, he thought, nothing so dramatic. Something itched, and ectoplasm was not supposed to itch. He snuck a glance at the twin forms of the sword wielder, even then taking a second to understand. "Heh." Another itch, this one even gentler than a saibaman's paw. The majins? But they were strong now. Then who? When had they become so many? The redhead was now four, and Dion had doubled, and there were two tails through him, which he held with the four hands he had and...

Something was wrong. And yet another was rising through the throat he shouldn't have. Everything went black for a moment.

"Gurk-!!" a last spray of blood, this one aimed at nobody in particular. He didn't slip through the blades and tail as much as he simply splattered away in chunks, a shapeless white mass that would have been lost in the snow were it now for the pulsating haze around it. Immediately a hand poured from this supernatural puddle, followed by an arm, a head, a man, the shaping silhouette of a desperate wraith, around which swirled ichor and matter bled away, left in weapons and fists and rocks no more. A last ditch effort, he wouldn't face judgement alone this time, he was taking as many of them with him, even if just this one. And the person he was reaching for, so set on killing and destroying and making it hurt, soon became more than a vague outline. Majin, blue, dressed in brown. Powered, he thought, bloodthirst growing, until he remembered... she tried to talk. Futilely, is true, stupidly, of course, and yet he stopped when he shouldn't have. Like she had done.

"K-kill me..." came the whisper through trembling limbs, a wincing sneer, a frown made even more otherworldly by orbits empty of any eyes. Something in his chest, in his would-be viscerae, had him hurt. He clawed at the snow, madness growing, temperature sinking, deaf and blind to anything that wasn't Suri and this growing consuming power in his chest. "If... you dare..." finished the not-quite-formed echo of a saiyan, the words of challenge not followed by a lunge, blast, or anything but a wracking cough and a fist slammed on the snow. It hurt. Everything hurt. But so would they. The thought kept him moving, but why not attack? Why did he burden himself with a need to first have this earthling - Suri, was it - attack him first?

Not much of a lapdog, was he?

"Heh."

Kalabas charges [SIG|Force/Endure] Final Imperial Epitaph (PL: 3,440,672)!
Kalabas is hit by [MA3] Obliterate (64%), [A1] Sudden Tremor for (22%), Reno for 8%, and [A1] Root Cannon (2%) (Total PL: 2,159,378)!
Total Damage: 255%
FIE PL: 3,440,672 + 2,159,378 = 5,600,050
FIE Charges: 2/2
FIE ready to fire next post!
KP: 1/7

"Nashua?"

    Instead of reacting immediately to the enormity of the gigantic blast that had just shaken the surrounding area to its very roots, Dion's attention immediately was ripped from the battle and to the after-effects of such an attack. Throughout this entire conflict, he had been keeping tabs on the other power signatures outside of the mountain, ensuring that even if they won the battle here they wouldn't immediately become mauled by whatever horrors remained outside. One familiar strength that he had been keeping a close eye on was Nashua, seeing as she was debatably the strongest one here, besides the horrifically other large power signature which reeked of sinister intent. But, even through his rage-filled haze, the blond bartender could sense her suddenly be eviscerated- as if someone flicked a switch and she just, ceased to exist. Looking in the direction of the blast, staring through the blindingly bright afterglow it provided, his heart began to pound once more, his anger suddenly being washed over by a feeling of concern, guilt, and dread. Was she...? Did that just..? Shaking his head, Dion pushed the thoughts down below, wiping whatever tears had formed on his face away in order to maintain a stature of stoic composure, knowing that if he were to allow himself to get sidetracked he'd more than likely be taken quickly advantage of. The time for emotions was not now, especially not with-

    His head immediately snapped back to his opponent, who Dion was unable to spot right away- yet he could still very much feel his enormous power signature growing by the second. Flying backward and looking down, a look of surprise appeared on his face as he saw the duke down in a way he hadn't expected. A puddled mess, it seemed, both mentally and physically. Did all ghosts do this when under great amounts of stress? Or perhaps this was from their own doing? A small pang of pride hit Dion in the chest as the thought of him proving Kalabas wrong suddenly came to mind. Once again shaking it off, Dion's confidence was slowly replaced with, respect? Even to his final breath, Kalabas remained the epitome of imperviousness, the peak of intimidation, the Duke of the Saiyan Kingdom to the bitter end. He was fighting, well, not exactly on his feet, but, while staring his end straight in the face unblinkingly- something even the younger male Saiyan could come to admire. Something that he himself hoped he'd be able to do if things were to go further south.

    His eyes widened in further shock as ice began to rapidly form over the liquidated yet still quite determined duke, Dion's gaze following to the growing colds' source, Aurora. A more guilt ridden glint appeared in his green colored pupils as he quickly sped forward once he saw that her strength was once again clearly spent, moving behind her and carrying her with one of her arms slung over his shoulders, whether she protested or not. He wasn't in the mood for arguing.

    Choosing to now focus all his attention on Aurora, and afterward tend to his entire team (Nashua's fall reminded him just how important it was that he kept his promise and brought everyone out of this alive), Dion carried her over to one of the walls nearest to the rest of the group, attempting to lean her on one of the icy structures as he began to speak, figuring she deserved an explanation for what could be interpreted as a stab in the back.

     "Aurora, you seem quite hell-bent on getting yourself killed," The bartender started as he moved backward slightly from her, crossing his arms- now acting as the more matured one in the conversation. "You've already, from the looks of it, over-exhausted yourself mentally and physically twice by this point if how I found you at the beginning of this whole ordeal was anything to work off of. Hate me or not, I don't care- but my job right now is getting everyone that I care, and I mean everyone, out of this shit storm alive. I'm sorry that you've had to learn the truth at such an inconvenient time, but if our relationship really is at threat over as something as forgettable as my race, then perhaps you need to rethink things. We're friends, no matter what we happen to be, and I had truly meant to break the news to you earlier. It just seemed to me that it was more important to ensure you were alive to see the truth. Either way, I'm getting you out of here, one way or another."

    He then turned toward the rest of those assembled, asking in a concerned-leader-esque tone, "How're the rest of you? Alright I hope? And, to you, Sanbu, was it? I do offer my sincerest apologies for bringing upon so much death and destruction onto your home, and I hope that somehow after this whole situation is dealt with that I can manage to make it up to you somehow. But, for now-"

    Dion then returned his attention to the puddle formally known as Kalabas, scoffing and saying, "Your cooperation would be immensely appreciated during this time of dire need." Even in his deformed state, the devilish duke still held quite the amount of power to him, and so the fledgling Super Saiyan wished not to take any chances.
    
KP 6/7. 0% damage taken.

"It's getting a bit crowded in here." Amara murmured to nobody in particular as she slipped in to the mouth of the damnable cave where all the fighting was taking place. The sheer amount of energy signatures within dimmed her already low spirits, confirming the Saiyan's suspicious that this would basically be a suicide mission. The two, possibly three of them had zero chance of defeating everyone here before the other 'heroes' trickled in after slaughtering Vocado if they hadn't accomplished that feat already. Anyone with sensing or an active scouter would feel her long before Amara descended further, the brilliant gold sheen amplifying her power to immense levels. Unlike the two fledglings below, hers was controlled.

Sharp and furious, but careful and calculating. She had yet to fully master the form, but this was a sign that she was growing very, very close. Not that'd it would matter. Her failure to fully grasp it before now meant she'd likely never be able to do so. Death was a creeping dread that loomed closer with every step she took, Amara knowing full well there was a very good chance she wouldn't be walking out of here again. Scallio was so singled-minded and idiotically violent that he wouldn't stop until he was able to kill the stupid Arcosian. Even if she stopped him now, what's to say he wouldn't just come back when she wasn't around? 

That Queen - Kayen - had said she would kill Scallio for continued disobedience. And she was far more powerful than both of them combined. Yet still he continued, some idiotic 'need' to take a swing at a lizard. It angered her partly, the behavior highly reminiscent of his father in many ways. The boy had basically become a second Endiver, except he actually treated his partner like another living thing. Clicking her tongue, Amara adopted a cross-armed stance as she finally stood before the battlefield. "...I suppose this is the part where I say something witty before jumping in to help." Shrugging, the Super Saiyan walked over to Kalabas casually, having overheard Scallio's own little speech to the ghost. "I'm here to protect the angry, living one. And I guess the ghost falls under protection by extension."

There seemed to be a lot of drama and friendship and other cliche bullshit flying around, but she couldn't be bothered to suss it all out. "I'd threaten you, but to be honest, the chances on our end aren't looking all that favorable." It was only a matter of time before the others arrived to end it swiftly. Could the three of them really even harm a single person here before that happened? The Majin over there didn't help alleviate her worry, memories of Mumbo managing to hold off Sensoa's attacks making the situation all the more hopeless. Sighing, the incognito Stargoon cracked her knuckles slowly. "Oh you got a blondie of your own. Neat. He new to the whole thing?"

What to do, what to do...

"The two of you seem to like not fighting smart. Imagine if you still had that magic candy cane, specter. You probably wouldn't even need our help." Her eyes locked on to the closest 'weakling' present, which so happened to be the blue-haired half Saiyan himself. In a burst of speed, Amara zipped straight over to Russe, arm swinging down to clamp around his neck just tight enough to be painful, but not enough to strangle the dude. If successful, she'd backstep to the side of Kalabas and Scallio, casually holding the presumably struggling hybrid with a single arm. "There we go. Makes it a bit more exciting, doesn't it?" Shaking her captive around a bit, Amara did nothing else as she waited for the goodies' next move. 

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    what did one do when all other things were thrown away? The stakes here were practically nonexistent at this point given what had occurred. It was not necessary to hold one's self back or try to be safe, such necessity had long come to pass and it was evident. Time had not slowed but in the eyes of the Majin his perception was warped. There was no rush or a real expectation from this period forward, he was without true pace. What remained however were basic desires structured in a fairly haphazard manner. The house was burning, and it was practically in cinders. Civilities could be set aside when things were already so bleak.

    <What are words now but empty? With what feeling and with what certainty can we fill them with? This fray stands on the legs of antagonism and vengeance.> Sanbu rose his head as he carefully listened to Dion's words, there was not ease or passion behind Sanbu's heart but something different. The greatest soldiers fought not with anything at stake but nothing at all. "After this situation? Let's not make promises we can't keep, nothing seems to be certain. Not that it really did beforehand." The Majin sighed to himself, he could not help but feel the vigor that spun on this soil dwindle or perish entirely.  <Promises die when people do. There is no apology for the dead.>


    It seemed that the concept of beginning and end were not available to Sanbu. This battle or whatever this scuffle was called began not according to his means but from a different source entirely. How would this progress? In what way would this brawl advance? The Majin could only further what had now become, he had not much say in any other aspect of this fight and through this truth he found some measure of solace. 


    A glance was given to Reno before he gave the man no further regard visually. The individual's words were heard but granted the way the Majin felt at the moment and the casualties suffered it did not seem like a capable statement to put one's faith into. With eyes closed Sanbu managed as short a statement as he could muster. The Earthling carried not much feeling in his heart and he would not try and fool anyone in this dialogue. "Forget it Reno, let's not have this sort of conversation. It provides little to this exchange this when you haven't the leverage."


    Certainly were there more words to be said here but for now Sanbu let himself remain still. More pressing matters were available to him and he hoped to bring some things into effect. With his target in sight the Majin at last made his advance towards the Saiyan, the very same one who had actually inspired this entire event to happen. The man's hair was blonde and his appearance was telling, the Majin made no illusions as to who this stranger was, a warrior in the classical sense. Sanbu's fist was plain but his power-level would be enough to cause enough damage to the man's form if not well protected. An aside was made to the other Saiyan in the midst of it all "Go on, kill your supposed hostage. You're dividing your time and resources, that's no way to stay ahead in this fight."

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