"...Son of a bitch." Amara shook herself free of the stone surrounding her, rising back up into the air and stretching her arms experimentally. The limbs were in deep pain - but still serviceable in a fight. And Amara didn't plan on backing down the moment this battle got serious. Ochra had to be at least as injured as she was, if not more - you don't just take a Lighting Storm to the face in Ultra Super Saiyan and walk out unscathed. So what, he learned how to increase his power... but had he mastered it yet? He training and dedication as well as some 'improvising' from observing other Saiyans with the form led to her swift comprehension and application of it. And now she had all the time in the world to regenerate her energy while Ochra struggled to do the same. "So you hit pretty hard. Not that much of a surprise. How'd I do?"
The question was rhetorical, and whether or not Ochra answered mattered not. "Though you should really say more in general, ay? Feel like I'm picking up all the slack when it comes to quips and exposition." Leaning back, a small crackle of energy flared as she prepared a weaker attack. Something to keep Ochra moving and expending his remaining energy. A barrage of smaller, disc-shaped projectiles would soon be soaring straight for the bounty hunter, and while not individually powerful getting hit by enough of them would certainly leave a mark. "Except you look like you're running out of steam there, aren't you? Keeping going at this pace and before long... heh."
Ochra was right, Amara had been able to withstand the attack, though not without some heavy damage in the process. Guess that could be considered a small win for both of them in this case. "Pretty good actually," Ochra replied to her question, "I was a little afraid I had gone overboard with it."
Of course, the fight was far from over, if the crackling energy around Amara was any indication. When she commented about him talking more, Ochra kept out a small laugh. "Really now? And here I thought you would have wanted me to shut up." Ochra wasn't normally one for smack talk, but, well, if she insisted.
Then came the barrage. Anara's new state made her faster as well, making dodging the blasts effectively out of the question. Ochra pushed forward, trying to block and deflect the blasts as best he could. His arms stung as each blast connected, some of them grazing his body. But Ochra wasn't going to expand what energy he had left. He needed to recover a little. "Oh, don't you worry about me. I'm not some rookie who blows his load all at once."
He pushed himself as close as he could, before swinging his fists, trying to force her into a melee.
"Should I feel insulted by that?" The Saiyan growled, flexing her arms and hands experimentally. "I've grown a great deal. You're strong. Still stronger than me... but your growth is also slower." With a burst of power, Amara scoffed. "I'll surpass you one day. I must. I must be stronger than all who oppose me... for that is my purpose now." Yet that peak always soared above her. No matter how strong you got, there would be someone stronger. It was a never-ending climb of power... and one that Amara was determined to win. By sheer effort and grit, she would surpass these Heroes. "Shut up? I guess I'm used to be quipped at regardless of my preferences beforehand. Keeps the battle lively, I suppose. Something to focus on other than the struggle between two warriors." And maybe it was because, for whatever reason, she didn't want to just have Ochra be silent the entire time. Why him specifically...? Amara didn't even know herself.
Ignoring his colorful rebuke, Amara intended to play keep away with her superior speed and agility while Ochra recuperated. Her minor blasts only appeared to sting, but that's all they needed to do. Keep moving and keep out of melee range and she should - in theory - be fine. The other Saiyan got close enough to throw a few punches before Amara could disengage, the Stargoon weaving between blows as they narrowly missed her. Getting hit by Ochra in this Ultra state would hurt like Hell, regardless of her improved defenses. Gaining some space with a quick blast of energy backwards, she launched a salvo of javelin-like projectiles straight for her opponent - approximately six of them rising into the air before pointing at his torso and launching themselves post-haste. She could already feel her lost energy regenerating, and while Ochra no doubt was gaining some back himself it was at an extremely slow pace.
Amara hadn't been wrong about the power gap between them. When they had first met, she had needed to go into Oozaru form to be able to take him in his base form. Now, even if Ochra was still a bit stronger in terms of raw power, Amara had come quite a long way. She was now using her superior mobility to keep herself away from him, peppering at him from a distance while keeping out of range.
He couldn't keep it up like this. He could feel his own energy returning to him, but atthe same time could feel Amara's building as well. Hers was building back faster, while his was struggling. In a long, drawn out battle, she certainly had the staying power. How had she gained that level of mastery?
As Ochra smacked aside some of her projectiles, different strategy was in order. Ochra took a deep breath, allowing his power to drop. His body shrank, his muscle mass returning to normal. He could feel his body becoming lighter, more easy to move. There we go. Much better. Now able to avoid the blasts much more easily, he started firing back with attacks of his own.
As much as Amara wanted him to talk, Ochra wasn't one for combat banter. What would he say? Wouldn't she prefer to focus on the fight?
Then again, maybe it was her own way of focusing. How many opponents had she thought that went on heroic spiels, treating her like a villain? Maybe that was how it was? To help her reinforce the idea that she was the bad guy here.
I still don't believe her to be truly evil. I mean, when you take into account...
And then it hit him. It was a small thought, one someone might call silly, but when you thought about it...
As Amara launched her spears of energy at him, Ochra fired his own attacks back at them, catching them in the air. The combined attacks exploded, creating a small cloud of smoke between them. But then, as the sound of theblast died away, Amara would hear something.
Ochra was chuckling.
He couldn't help it. It was funny when you thought about it.
Ochra's gone down to Super Sayian (×15) and deactivated Deceptive Bulk. PL is now 3,403,332.
Amara's breaths came at longer and longer intervals, the Saiyan smirking slightly as her gauge was nearly set to full once more. Ochra hadn't exactly done anything stupid with what power he had left, but that wouldn't matter. She could keep up this merry-go-round of bursts and recovery if that's what it took to win. Her blood boiled, craving a victory against a worthy opponent - not the cheap spectacle that someone far weaker than her would give. Willingness to fight and kill cravens and weaklings didn't mean she took pleasure in it. This? The kind of battle where you face another Saiyan, an equal, in combat? It was exhilarating, and even so the Stargoon was adamant on her stance to kick Ochra's ass all the way back to Central. Once a promise like that was made it was kept, so despite some reservations the woman continued to go full force on her estranged friend.
A strange noise snapped her to attention, eyes narrowing. "..." It almost sounded like he was laughing, but that couldn't be right. "Are you mocking me?" She said, cold fury dripping from every word uttered. "I'm sorry, is there something I'm missing here or is there actual reason for you to just randomly burst out in a fit of laughter?" Energy sparked around her palms, the Saiyan not moving to attack Ochra quite yet as her teeth ground together in automatic annoyance. He dropped out of his overly muscular form back to regular Super Saiyan, evidently to make it easier when it came to dodging the myriad of attacks she'd thrown his way. Even so, he had quite a leg up on her in terms of power. No doubt pride was fueling part of that as with all Saiyans, Amara recalling the outcome of their last duel which ended in Ochra getting decimated by her Lightning Strike technique.
"Oh, not at all," Ochra replied, unable to keep the small smile off of his face, "I just had a funny little thought, here me out."
He seemed to relax as he spoke, though he kept up his Super Saiyan form incase Amara attacked. "You claim you're evil, that you're irredeemable, so on, and so forth. But, well, let's look at your record. Ignoring the fact you helped me in the past when we first met, it was you and the other Stargoons that killed Sensoa, correct? After he went omnicidal on everyone.
You were also there when Vocado and Kalabas were up to that shit in the mountains, I get the distinct impression you weren't there to help them.
Finally, in Central City, that damn ghost became a much more horrific threat than you did. He certainly caused a lot more damage, while you just blew up an almost empty factory.
For someone who claims to be a true villain, you, oddly enough, come off as more heroic than some of the so-called heroes in the galaxy. Ironic, isn't it?"
Ochra could only hope Anara appreciated the humor in the situation.
". . ." For a moment all was still. Amara silently stared at Ochra as he spoke, not interrupting him but visibly growing more and more irate with each passing sentence. In another world, she might've immediately exploded right then and there. And then she laughed. A dry, pained, overly long affair. "That is funny, but not for the reasons you think." A smirk crossed her lips, energy sparking dangerously from the Saiyan's body as her recovery came to a close. "Funny because you seem to confuse self-gain with outright heroism of sorts. Sensoa? Self-defense and revenge for his insults to us. The monkey duo at the mountain? With how many heroes were swarming, helping would've been a death sentence. Extracting Scallio was my only goal. And Central City...? Yogu's wanton destruction of the city - that was my plan. I saw an opportunity to rile him up, make him into the thing he claims to hate: a monster. Do you understand, now, Ochra?" People seemed eager to deem her an incorrigible monster, or a Hero in disguise. There was no middle-ground. And if they wanted to buy into such foolishness... far be it from her to correct an enemy making a mistake.
"And even if you don't see it that way- perhaps you might start to see a glimmer of our vision. The vision that this world is corrupt, tainted souls claim the title of hero, and any opposition to the established 'status quo' of the galaxy is quashed without remorse in the name of some implacable cause. The 'Gods' and their cronies are the real evils. Disgusting hedonistic vermin that see fit to sit back and watch as mortals suffer under their archaic rules and regulations. Laugh at us deviants who defy the path of righteousness in an attempt to claw our way to a new order." Her fist clenched, a surge of golden energy running through her as Amara returned to her maximum once more. "All this death and destruction? Meaningless. There is no consequence for such things when you continually abuse the boundaries of life and death with Dragon Balls. There is no negative sentiment attached to the atomization of planets or land when such things hardly matter to the Gods above either. Have you been to Hell? I have. It's a resort club where most go - both good and evil. Only the best boot-lickers go to Heaven."
Her form bulged, exploding into a violent aura and brawny thew as her offensive power once again skyrocketed. "Yet I know my breath is wasted. People like you - like most, they don't see such truths. They're content living their meaningless lives, toiling away at the same mundane and menial tasks for decades on end until they drop dead of age or an uncurable disease. So hence, if everyone else refuses to take action... we'll do it for them." Without warning Amara's energy exploded, crashing waves and beams of energy bearing down upon Ochra in a spectacular display of firepower and might. This wasn't just something he could dodge, either. He'd need to face this fireworks display head-on or risk getting pulverized to an even worse state than he was already in.
Amara transforms from Mastered Super Saiyan into Stargoon Rush and activates Storm-Front for a x19/x11 modifier
Amara, in a cloak of fury, fires a Thunderstorm [MA3] for 3,420,000 potential damage!
Ochra listened to Amara's response to his little thought. Honestly, he could believe her ulterior motives for her accidental heroics (though he mentally called bullshit on her statement about Central City).
But then the conversation turned to the state of the universe. Ochra had a feeling he was getting closer to the root of Amara's troubles. Funnily enough, as she went on, Ochra foundhimself thinking back. Back to a rather important memory...
"Something troubling you?"
Then sixteen year old Ochralooked up from the book he was reading, looking over at his father, who was leaning over his shoulder. Ochra gave a small cough.
"Well, I was just looking up on our family's founder. I mean, I know he strived to bring peace and stability to the galaxy, and we've been following his example...but..."
His father rose an eyebrow. "Yes?"
Ochra turned to his father. "But he got treated so badly through all of it! Losing loved ones, being looked down upon by others. Hell, he got exiled from his home for trying to stop a war! From how things looked back then, just how was he able to keep going like that? It almost doesn't seem worth it!"
Ochra's father gave a small chuckle. "I thought about that once myself. My own father gave me some wisdom that helped me see things clearly. Words straight from the founder himself."
"Let me guess, that the universe is inherently a good place, despite the bad?"
Ochra's father chuckled. "Actually, he described the universe as an utter shithole..."
As Amara's attack shot towards him, Ochra's eyes flashed.
The attack hit with a thundering blast. As the smoke began to clear, there didn't seem to be any sign of Ochra. He hadn't moved to block the attack. Did.. Did Amara accidentally kill him?
"So, in summary, the universe is a complete and utter shithole." came a voice behind her.
Ochra's fist flew out, aiming to catch the saiyaness right in the face. Ochra floated there, but something had changed. His power was no longer coming off of him like as raging wildfire. Instead, it felt controlled, tempered, stronger. Ochra's sharp eyes stared right at Amara as he took a deep breath.
"NO FUCKING SHIT!"
It might have been a bit surprising to hear Ochra agree with such a statement.
"You think I don't know how bad this universe is? For God's sake woman, my JOB involves having to deal with the worst of the galaxy, and not just the ones who can blow up planets for fun! Hell, the fact the Stargoons haven't been wiped out for the shit they've pulled is enough of an indicator!
And yet, here Iam, busting my ass to make the galaxy slightly better. With no family, hardly any friends, and no god damn respect or gratitude! And why? Why do I keep trying, instead of becoming a self hating nihilist like you?"
Ochra took a deep breath. "Because despite all the shit in this universe, and there is a LOT, there is still some good in it, whether it's in a place, or even in someone like you." Energy crackled around him. "And if there's to be any justice, any sense of right in this goddamn universe, then you've got to do it yourself, because nobody else will!"
And with that, Ochra shot towards Amara, prepared to beat some sense into her!
Ochra has unlocked Mastered Super Saiyan (×16), bringing his PL to 3,603,528
A trickle of blood dripped from Amara's nose, the liquid wiped away hastily with an armored gauntlet. Amara's energy reserves were still high, yet for some reason it seemed like the Saiyan was straining to keep up. "..." She waited and watched, unsure of what to think now that silence had fallen. It was possible Ochra had simply used her attack as a distraction, or he may be dead. Dead. Was that what she really wanted? To be a promise breaker for the second time. Her fist tightened, breaths heaving roughly as she awaited some sort of movement. A split second too late, she started to turn behind her as Ochra spoke - only to receive a powerful jab straight to her jaw. Recoiling in pain and surprise, she gurgled blood for a minute, jettisoning away from him posthaste. Her mouth had started to get marred by the mix of caked and fresh blood in tandem, the Saiyan not letting it slow her down in the slightest.
"Do it again." The words rang hollow upon the young girl's ears, groaning as a pair of trembling arms forced her to her feet again. "We don't tolerate weakness in our military. You fight until you die. Not because you're 'tired' or in 'pain'. Such things are trifling matters to a Saiyan warrior." Amara had just turned eight. And instead of a celebration, she was being forced to run the circuit. Again. "S-sir... I don't know if I can-" A sickening crack resounded, the Saiyan tumbling to the ground and coughing up flecks of blood. "I didn't ask for your opinion, cadet. Do it again, or your next punishment will be worse." Sometimes at night she'd whisper into her flattened, dirty pillow. Asking for her parents to come back for her. For someone to realize this wasn't a life she wanted. For anyone to care. ...Nobody every came that day or the days after.
She should fight back. Amara knew that. Her instincts roared at her to take action. Yet she knew it would be folly. His strength far surpassed her, and any rebellion only made it worse on her and Scallio. "I don't like that defiant glare in your eyes again, woman. You lost the right to be upset when you failed to produce me an actual heir thrice in a row! You're lucky we still keep that first brat around. His attitude and whining makes me wonder if he should end up like his brothers." Her chest tightened in disgust, memories of burying the children flashing before her eyes. "And then what, bastard? You'll have no son." Endiver snorted as if her were amused by her statement. "I can always make more. With our without your cooperation if need be." Amara's fists tightened, a shudder wracking her body at the thought. "You wouldn't-" With a roar the heavyset Saiyan stepped forward and slapped her across the face hard enough to leave a mark. "I can and I will! You may be strong by average standards, but compared to me you're weak. Weak, pathetic, and unable to change your own destiny. How humorous."
His words were registered, but she was far more focused on his form. Suddenly in the span of one fight he'd learned full control over Super Saiyan. Both in ultra and mastered states - both he was displaying with a shocking level of competence. "You..." It wasn't fair. Amara clawed and gnawed and fought for her strength yet every time she came to a peak it was torn away from her. There was always a bigger fish, always a better Hero to stop them. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" With a bellowing roar Amara unleashed another beam of golden Ki straight for him, rage laced in her voice as it echoed out across the frozen wastes. "WHY!? WHY WON'T YOU. JUST. FALL!!" Her cadence was unnatural, some primal fury reminiscent of an Oozaru seeping into the words as Amara lost herself to her fury. Her aura grew even larger, sparkling and crackling dangerously as her power went haywire. "JUSTICE!? GOOD?! TO HELL WITH ALL OF IT! LET IT ALL BURN TO CINDERS!"
Regardless of Ochra's reaction or her previous technique even landing, the Saiyan would rush him directly in a flurry of furious unrestrained punches and kicks. "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I WANTED TO 'DIE' IN CENTRAL CITY!? BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND LIVING IN THIS DAMN GALAXY WHEN THE FORCES OF 'GOOD' WIN! I'D RATHER DIE IN A BLAZE OF GLORY THAN BE FORCED TO ACCEPT A LIFE OF NOTHINGNESS! PEACE IS POISON!" It was clear that the Stargoon might not be in the best mental faculties at the moment, so anything she was spouting now should be taken with a grain of salt. Twas' a bit hard to do with her bearing down upon Ochra like a furious freight train in an unrelenting assault.
Amara fires a Lightning Strike [UA2] at Ochra for 2,257,200 potential damage!
He wasn't sure if it was his words, or his new mastery over his transformation, but something set Amara off, sending her into a crazed frenzy of fury, screaming about how she wanted to die in a blaze of glory, rather than waste away. A part of him knew she was letting her anger get the better of her, but it still pissed Ochra off to hear it. As she launched her assault, Ochra bore right through it, feeling the burning ki wash over him, before bursting out in front of her, bloodied but furious.
"So that's it huh? Just give up? No trying to make your life better? 'The universe is shit, so I should be just as shitty? Pathetic!" Ochra unleashed an onslaught of fists, aiming to pummel the raging saiyan silly. Deep down, it hurt Ochra to do this, but it had to be done. "If you think the universe is so terrible, then fix it! Get better to spite it! Don't just lay down and die! You're better than that!"
He wasn't sure if his words were getting through to her, but he had to try.
Ochra tanks the hit, taking 62% damage, bringing his total damage to 184%
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!" A burst of satisfaction washed over Amara's senses as her attack landed head-on, drawing blood from her opponent. A rational Stargoon would've seen that he was simply biding his time to regain power in this form while she was wearing herself down - the exact same strategy from earlier with their places swapped. Yet right now she was anything but rational. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU- I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU, DON'T YOU FUCKING GET THAT!? DOES THAT RIVER OF FILTH POURING FROM YOUR MOUTH EVER STOP FLOWING?!" All of these people constantly trying to tell her what it meant to be better. How she could change. How the galaxy was bad, but only needed a kind hand to lift it up. It didn't make sense. No matter how hard she tried, Amara simply couldn't wrap her head around the concept. She was too broken, too hurt. "YOU... YOU CAN'T HELP ME OCHRA, SO FIGHT OR QUIT SPOUTING NONSENSE!"
And fight he did. Amara's once solid defense had vanished into thin air, the Saiyan seeming almost as if she was getting hit on purpose as the other Saiyan countered her assault. Punch after punch hit its mark, Amara coughing violently as she was beaten and bruised further. At this point her face was barely recognizable beneath the layer of blood, grime, and twisted flesh from the repeated strikes. Her armor was cracking, the body beneath feeling the punch-through and strain of Ochra's newfound power. It she kept going at this pace... Amara could very well die. With a burst of energy, the Saiyan screeched to the heavens themselves as a burst of pure power radiated from her body in a glorious display - attempting to throw Ochra off his course and hurt him even more. Her energy was already worn out, the vibrant golden sheen of her aura fading to a pale yellow. Yet that didn't stop her rampage even then. "I just want it to end at some point... but the Afterlife won't even allow me that. I'm trapped." The words were spat quietly, liable to be missed by the bounty hunter in his attempt to either counter or ignore her previous attack.
Struggling to stay in the fight, the Saiyan continued her barrage by firing off an innumerable amount of blasts and beams towards Ochra. It was a move fueled by raw desperation and fury, Amara's aura flickering dangerously as her body was pushed past its limits. It was clear that her opponent would hold the advantage from here on out with his full tank of Ki, and even the addled mind of Amara could start to realize it. Yet even with her reserves this low, there was still one more thing she could do. Her ultimate technique, the High-Power Supercell. It was built to draw from her very life essence, and in a pinch could be fueled by it alone. It would hurt her. It could kill her. She didn't care. All that mattered now was winning - that, and hurting Ochra.
Amara fires a Lightning Strike [UA2]at Ochra for 2,257,200potential damage!
Out of KP, Stargoon Rush is forcibly dropped. Storm-front is also deactivated. Her form is swapped to Mastered Super Saiyan
PL: 3,060,000 | KP: 0/3 | Damage: 121%
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2020 19:18:48 GMT -6 by Amara: bolding
It was almost painful seeing her like this. Battered, bleeding, and howling in fury. Ochra still remembered when they first met. The woman who cried for him, told him he was a good person and that she didn't want him to die. Now that woman was in pain, and Ochra was going to do all he could to help her.
As she fired off another round of blasts, Ochra seemed to almost phase out, Amara's attacks scarring the landscape as Ochra avoided her blasts.
"Well then, let me put this in terms you'll understand. I want to help you, because I care about you! God knows why, but I do! And I wont simply sit by and let you destroy yourself needlessly!" He took a deep breath. "You know the feeling, right? You would do everything to protect your son, am I right?"
After all, Ochra felt that Scallio's death was one of the things weighing on her soul.
Ochra uses Afterimage [SU1] to avoid Amara's attack.
Ochra dodged her attack with ease, phasing through it like a phantom as the blasts and bolts of energy exploded in the distance, scattering rocky shrapnel and flinging snow up into the air. "HOLD. STILL!" She would've fired another attack right then and there... if her Ki had let her. Amara was drained. No matter how hard she struggled, no further bouts of power came to answer her call. And then of all things, he had the nerve to bring Scallio into this mess. "YEAH, AND WE ALL SEE HOW WELL THAT WENT! ATOMIZED! GONE!! TRAPPED IN HELL UNTIL HIS SOUL GETS CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT INTO ANOTHER INSIGNIFICANT INSECT WRITHING IN THIS PUTRID GALAXY. DID THE 'HEROES' CARE ABOUT HIM, HIS ISSUES, HIS DESIRES!? FUCK NO! I REFUSED TO LET HIM GET EXECUTED BY A SANCTIMONIOUS HOLIER-THAN-THOU SON OF A BITCH WHO WOULD USE HIS MURDER AS A BRAGGING POINT TO FRIENDS!"
There was still one option left. She might not have had the strength to conjure any sort of normal blast, but that didn't mean her offensive arsenal was completely drained. And THIS one wouldn't be so easily ignored. "JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! THAT WOMAN YOU MET IS GONE! BEATEN INTO THE DIRT, AND I AM HER REPLACEMENT!" With a flash of impossible power, the Saiyan seemed to illuminate in a font of golden Ki - a feat that shouldn't have occurred due to her noticeably low energy reserves. Yet all was not right. Amara's armor shattered into polygonal shapes of yellow mist, her jet-black suit left behind as she wailed in sheer agony. The only sense that filled her was pain as her body forcibly used its own lifeforce to fuel her charge. It hurt. It hurt so bad that Amara almost faded from consciousness entirely, but a thread of anger let her cling to this world still. Cracks of energy surfaced in her very skin, blood flowing freely as she nearly killed herself. "I-IGNORE... This..." Her voice even grew shakier and quieter as each second passed. If something wasn't done soon, she'd blow herself to smithereens.
Amara Digs Deep all the way to -3 KP in order to start charging HP-Supercell [SIG]! Recoil will be applied on the same post that the attack is fired and will clock in at 300%. +33% from one turn of charge.
As he felt the power crackling through Amara's body, Ochra tended up. She was running low on energy, yet she was going to go for one last blast. Dammit, she was going to destroy herself in the attempt!
But then, during her rage filled screaming, the truth came out.
Amara had killed Scallio, her own son.
Suddenly, everything made sense. It wasn't just a warped view of the universe. It was guilt. Guilt from killing the one thing that mattered to her in the world.
Slowly, Ochra's body eased, as the bounty stood before the gathering storm.
"Tell me what happened..."
His voice was quiet, only enough for Amara to hear. It wasn't a demand, but a simple request. To know what happened that had hurt Amara so badly.
And all the while, he stood there, barely looking like an enemy at all.
"What...? Is this the part where I burst into tears and tell you my sob story, vowing to change my ways for the better!?" Amara growled - a mixture of the constant pain coursing through her veins and the sheer audacity of Ochra to so brazenly act as he was. He didn't even bother attacking her while he had the chance - instead floating there dumbly and trying to talk her down. "Get real! This is reality, Saiyan, not some sort of fairy tale that ends with everyone happy in the end. Even if you don't kill me here someone else will. That is my fate and it is one I've already accepted!" To suggest otherwise was foolishness. She didn't want to change and even if she did, she couldn't The Heroes could honey their words spoken from a silver tongue all they wanted, but Amara knew the truth. Redemption? It was a lie. A fantasy pipe dream that the goodies liked to believe it but never came to fruition.
"Yet you want to know 'what happened', Ochra? Should I start when I was sold to the military for pocket change to fuel a drug addiction, or perhaps the part where Scallio's father murdered his two infant brothers for being weak and took his anger out on me? HOW ABOUT WHEN I WAS REJECTED, SPAT ON, AND IGNORED WHEN I WAS WEAK!? AND NOW THAT I FINALLY HAVE THE POWER TO FIGHT FOR MYSELF EVERYONE COWERS AND CALLS ME A MONSTER! SCAllio? He... he was necessary. He was incorrigible and if that was his chosen path, he deserved to die like a WARRIOR, not a trophy kill for those twisted bastards." Her technique ramped up further, nearly ready to fire as Amara could do naught but sit there and take it. If she'd been injured before - she was all but dead now. The Saiyan wasn't even trying to hide the streams of blood or hacked coughs anymore.
HP-Supercell [SIG] gains +33% and is ready to be fired
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