Do you think this is a game? [Open]

With as much energy as she was putting out, there was little chance of nobody being interested. This was hell after all, where the most vile and despicable creatures should be sent. The question that was to be answered now, was whom would arrive? When her senses were tickled by another presence a smile formed on her lips, at first she thought it to be Mollusc. He was certainly powerful enough to be him, however when he finally made his presence known and, his appearance more to the point, her smile vanished. Her arms dropped to her sides and a frown took the place of where her smile once was "You're not the Namekian..." She said, mostly to herself. Looking him over he must've been similar though, perhaps he knew him? "A creature of your strength, without interest in fighting? Tch..." She scoffed as her head turned away. This realm was filled with cowards, while the other was filled with hypocrites and peace-loving Namekians. They were both the exact same.

Her thoughts ricocheted back and forth for a few moments before she turned her head back to him "You there, creature, why're you here if you are not looking for a fight?" Her arms crossed just under her bust as her eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. "If you are not here to fight then begone, I have no interest in cowards and weaklings like yourself. I seek only those with the will and courage to stand and fight, to kill without hesitation if their life is threatened." Her tail flicked rapidly behind her back and forth in erratic patterns. Slowly she turned away from him, closing her eyes as she now waited for a proper challenger... Hoping mostly for that Namekian to show his face so she could cut it off. Unless, of course, he was scared. "If you wish to make yourself useful, coward, go and find the Namekian named Mollusc and bring him to me. He must answer for his crimes."

Struggling? Perhaps. Keeping her strength this high wasn't exactly easy for her to do that was for sure, but struggling might've been too strong a word for such a thing. (Un)fortunately, it seemed her taunts had the same affect on him that they did on Amara. A slight grin forming on her lips as his own power began to rise. He went on his own rant about how much certain people pissed him off, bastards like Vocado... who ruined peoples lives? Interesting. The last time she talked to him he didn't seem like that kind of person, but people can change. His words fell mostly on deaf ears though, she cared not for what he had to say... only for his actions. Slowly her arms fell to her sides, his power surging higher and higher only got her intrigued. His attacks came flying towards her, making smoke and dust fill the area along with the explosions from the blasts of ki being flung towards her. His words continued, speaking of Saiyans and their egos... Of their legendary transformation.



As he finished and began to redirect those ki blasts that seemed to miss, the final explosion that rung out would normally seem to indicate some kind of damage... right? Wrong. "Super Saiyan? Why would a Demon need something as pathetic as that?" Her aura flared to disperse the smoke, revealing not the same orange gi clad female from before, but someone entirely different. A mane of long, red hair dancing around her. A suit of red armor covering her body with a long, red cape wiping about behind her with her tail being seen every now-and-then. A faint dark purple barrier around her, but not a single scratch on her. "You see, creature, you know nothing of me. You know not my name, you know not my power." Slowly she turned to face Yogu once more "But since you have deigned to show me your true form, I should do the same."

Slowly her left arm began to rise, a single finger pointing out towards the new monster "Don't worry, I won't let you regret it. You are going to turn to dust and disappear before you have time to regret." Her palm now faced the man, her thumb pressed against it. Dark purple lightning crackled across her arm as the markings that covered it began to glow "Dream Flash" A ball of purple energy erupted forth from her hand, straight towards the monster. A fraction of her power, but more than he deigned to put forth in his own initial attack. While she didn't expect this attack to turn him to dust, she had plenty of experience in her fight against Amara. His form wasn't permanent like hers, such enormous power couldn't be tamed and harnessed like hers could.

"Your Power Level might be higher than mine, but plenty before have been in your position and even stronger but didn't kill me. The only reason I am here is because of a coward, a coward who relies on others for their power. A coward who has no pride. Do not mistake me for one of those pathetic sympathizers within the Saiyan Kingdom, I may have Saiyan Blood but I am not a Saiyan."

A speck huh? How much did she really care about what this cretin called her? Kitiana thought about it for quite awhile actually, trying to decide just how furious to get. While she thought he sought to mock her in kind, about how someone ended up taking her out anyway. As if doing so was such a big feat, or worthy of recognition. As if it truly mattered in that moment. Her eyes closed as he went on his binge of words, of who he thought her to be. A loner without friends, jealous of those who did have them... About how she's become obsessed with "power". He truly thought that was what she was speaking of? Her arm slowly lowered as he spoke and she let out a slow, soft sigh. "If I had no power, 'she' would still be sitting around doing nothing. Wasting every day instead of doing something with her life. But then, I wouldn't exist if 'she' had no power and thus this conversation wouldn't be happening. You claim to know me, that I am all about 'power', yet our notions of what 'power' means and is are very much different. Much like those peace loving Namekians who think it is all about those who can show peace I showed them peace is fickle and fragile, impossible to maintain without extreme measures. In so doing, I unlocked the power lying dormant within one of them and from that gained an ally who too was a Saiyan."

She paused for a moment, closing her eyes as she thought before speaking once more "The Super Saiyan Transformation requires such an extreme amount of emotional trauma it is nearly impossible to be considered worth the trouble. Unless one can harness that power and maintain it, the transformation is nearly useless. Such a level of power that cannot be sustained indefinitely is hardly useful in a prolonged fight." Slowly her eyes began to open, staring towards Yogu "Such a thing could hardly be considered power, don't you agree?" Her tone was soft, eerily so in fact. There was no hint of anger or rage in it, no hint that she despised Yogu in anyway. In fact it was more like she was trying to speak to him as if this were just a normal conversation! "However, if one could harness that power and keep it up indefinitely... such a thing WOULD be power."

Who was she truly trying to convince? Was she seriously trying to convince Yogu of her views? Well... That would be for him to determine for himself "But sadly such a result is neigh impossible, and thus you cannot be considered to have any real power even with such a legendary form. Having experienced both first hand, I feel well educated on the subject. I am curious of your form, you say it is not your full power yet your body exhibits similar issues to Amara's and Ochra's." She chuckled a bit with a smirk before saying one final piece "Can that form really be so much more draining than my current form that it is just as useless as Super Saiyan? Or is it simply that your transformations are really that pathetic?"

Kitiana smirked as she listened to him, he didn't care about what she had to say huh? Interesting. She had to admit he was the first to say such, most everyone else raised their voice and yelled back at her this was a... pleasant change of pace? That's when he dropped his form and said something about her getting a kick out of this. She watched as his form bulked and grew in size, changing to a far more significant form and far more powerful form. His power was close to Sensoa's full strength, but still pathetic and paled in comparison to it. Still weak, still useless. That's when he spoke of how they were almost like cousins, and that he wanted to try and catch her attack this time. She started to chuckle softly, though it quickly grew into a roaring laugh. "BWAHAHAHAHA! OH THAT'S RICH! I like you!" She said with a smirk, slowly her left hand raised, her palm flat and pointed towards him.

"You... want to try and catch my attacks?" She chuckled softly as the area around them began to quake, a strange bracelet forming over her wrist "To throw them back at me?" Her chuckling continued, a long strange appendage snapping up from her arm, then another and another "Like Saizomaru?" The area began quaking faster, becoming more turbulent as a fourth and finally the fifth one snapped into place and all five began spinning around the bracelet though slowly at first. "You think... You can compare to him? Compare to one who was stronger than what you are even without being at full power?" The appendages spun faster and faster, a strange galaxy-like energy forming in front of it obscuring Kitiana from view "Not only are you not on his level, You aren't anything like me. Sensoa was the only one even remotely close to me. You though?" Her chuckling stopped as the appendages came to an abrupt stop and the energy began to get condensed into her hand.

"You are naught but a mockery of my heritage!" The energy raced up through the bracelet, the tips of each appendage glowing brightly before an enormous torrent of energy erupted forth, encapsulating everything in front of Kitiana in an enormous cone-like shape "Catch my attack? Not even in your dreams!" Sure her attack probably wasn't as high as his power level, but it wasn't something he could simply ignore... Not like her first attack.