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| To Hunt or to Become The Hunted; (Spiritken Quest) | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2014, 11:28 PM (468 Views) | |
| Walid | Jun 28 2014, 11:28 PM Post #1 |
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The Avatar of War
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It was like any other day on Avalon for the young warrior named Walid. He was sitting on his bed with his newly acquired armor strung around his floor. Even though he was given equipment meant only for those who were loyal enough to be an Avalanian Paladin. The pink haired warrior was one, but felt like he was still an apprentice at best. Only time would time when he’d feel like an actual paladin. His patron never steer him wrong before so he was determined to stay on Avalon until he received the message. You better not have lied to me Brontos. Before the pink haired warrior ventured to Avalon, he was on a planet known as Juno where he learned something. His newfound power that he discovered on Namek was uncontrolled. What if there came a time where his allies needed him the most? What if he was too blinded by rage to know who was the enemy? As the young continued on with that disgruntled thought, something flew through his window. Already the warrior knew that it was from the Council, and most like another mission. Walid caught the paper plane that soared through his room and began to read what it contained. It was indeed a message from the Council again, but not exactly the mission he had hoped for. Apparently some unknown crafts have been piling up at the landing docks for most spacecrafts and they wanted the pink warrior to look into the matter. To him all that it sounded like was allied ships were landing to help aid them with the Legion. The help was great, but Walid didn’t want to feel like an errand boy. His first day on Avalon was horrible and to him it was like the nightmare never had ended. As much as he didn’t want to leave his training to go, he swore to make sure Avalon was safe. First the warrior slipped on his new armor and decided to take along his new sword as well. It didn’t exactly have the weight that his large axe had, but he suppose he needed to learn how to use other weapons. After all, the Paladins were known for their longswords. What kind of a Paladin would he be if he couldn’t use one in battle? Finally once Walid was all geared up, his aura surrounded his body until he exploded into the air like a hawk heading for its prey. After a few short moments the pink haired warrior arrived and noticed that there were only a few spacecrafts landing. What kind of an issue is this? When Walid read the message, his help seemed urgent. How were only a couple ships important? The army on Avalon was strong, powerful enough that it sent him falling to his knees. Why was he the one sent here instead of them? Being sent to the docks really shined new light towards his thoughts about what kind of a Paladin he was. He then landed right in front of one of the ships so that he could quickly finish his task and return back to his home. He stood there to wait for someone to emerge from it, but no one came. Did they already leave? That really angered him because he knew that it was only making his job harder for him. Attacking was the only thing that appeared in his mind, but stopped himself before he could. If they were an ally that would mean that he’d be breaking whatever contract the Protectorate had with whomever it belonged to. “Hey whoever owns this,” he finally opened his mouth and yelled so that everyone could hear him, “I need to speak with you now, otherwise be classified as an intruder.” Apparently onlookers noticed him and he spotted them as well. Unfortunately for him they turned their attentions elsewhere. His blood was boiling and didn’t know how long he could wait. WC: 659 |
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| Garou | Jun 30 2014, 08:02 PM Post #2 |
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Fuckin Nerd
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Disgusting. It was absolutely disgusting. How could any planet function with such pathetic defenses as to ALLOW A SHIP TO DOCK WITHOUT REQUESTING?! The half-Saiyan woman scoffed, pushing herself up from a brown felted chair. It was comfortable enough, but significantly less so than the cushioned seats she was accustomed to. The darkness of the cabin was comforting, at least. As comfortable as anything could be with a loud banging in the background, at least. Someone, apparently, was knocking on the hull of her ship, and quite loudly as well. A man’s voice echoed throughout Ran Fan’s cabin, calling for the owner of the ship. Presumably her ship. Something about being classified as an intruder. Her eyes clenched shut, and she put her head in her hands. I guess they have some form of docking enforcement, the woman thought with overwhelming irritation. Now she had to deal with signing forms, giving identification which was non-existent, and dealing with that asshole outside. A few moments of impatient calling later, and Ran Fan was about to lose it. The voice was beginning to sound shrill and whiny to the seasoned assassin, and she was beginning to wish it wouldn’t be end horribly for her to slip out and end his life. Then maybe she could have some peace and quiet while trying to think of what exactly she was doing on this planet in the first place. ”You rang?” Ran Fan spoke softly, moving from her cabin to the entrance of her ship almost instantly. The door had barely begun to open by the time her words left her lips. There was a strange quality to them, somewhere between angry and calm the way certain foods may be sour and spicy or sweet. The crowds of various aliens around the docking platform were silenced all at once, and eyes with a deadly hunger stared at the noisy pink-haired man. ”How am I to help you now?” Without even waiting for an answer, the half-Saiyan stepped completely away from her military ship and began to walk down the platform towards where she presumed was an elevator down. The vessel automatically closed and locked itself down when the woman’s armor wasn’t within twenty paces of it, and the automated defenses would probably take care of any “enterprising” assholes on this planet. ”Actually, don’t answer that. Because I won’t. Now, I think we would both find it to our advantage if you were simply to… say, leave? Whatever you have for me to do, I don’t believe I would be able to fill it out in the first place. So unless you are looking for an altercation,” the woman said menacingly, reaching the edge of the platform, ”back away. Now.” Ran Fan’s tone turned more towards the “angry” stage at this point, and murmurs began to rise throughout the various onlookers. They spoke with heads facing down, trying to hush themselves as to keep their conversations private, but the woman in black could hear all that was said. ”Who the hell is that? She seems pissed. I’d back off if I were pink-hair over there,” one tall blue alien muttered to a small group of others. ”C’mon pinkie, grow some juevos and stop taking that shit!” ”If she gets away from this stupid platform without dealing with those paladins and their shit, I swear to god I’m going to throw a fit. A FIT!” Paladins? The Paladins of old felt much greater than this fool. I certainly hope this isn’t the head of the order, the assassin wondered, turning back to glance over the crowds once more. She faced the upset woman, giving her a wink before hopping off the edge of the platform. Air rushed past the woman as she fell through Avalonian air. As soon as she made contact with a shadow, Ran Fan disappeared to the naked eye, becoming one with the rear end of the sun before appearing to step out of the ground near the base of the building. It was fortunate that citizens didn’t come down to the planet floor anymore. Ran Fan had been disturbed from her rest, and now she felt the need to use her talents. Whatever was down here, she hoped it would be good practice. WC: 738 Quest WC: 1397 |
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| Walid | Jul 1 2014, 12:31 AM Post #3 |
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The Avatar of War
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The sooner his assignment was taken care of, the quicker Walid knew that he’d be able to relax back at his house. He had no idea what his other teammates were doing while he was on Avalon, but if he figured that Lysses was training. If that was the case, he wanted to train even harder so that he’d be stronger. Before he could train though, he had to take care of the docks. Just when the pink haired warrior thought that it was no use, a voice suddenly bounce towards his ears. Looks like this won’t take that long at all. When he turned around to see who it was, his anger expression dissolved so that he couldn’t let whoever it was see that he was upset. Not only that, but he didn’t want his superiors to think that he was about to start a fight. There was enough of that currently taking place on Avalon as it was. Wait… what am I supposed to do next. The warrior honestly didn’t think that anyone would come out; he thought that he’d just ask if anyone was home and then be able to go. As he was in a state of confusion his patron slapped himself with his palm. Brontos had thought that his young Avatar had managed to mature since being on Avalon, but realized that it was a dream that was too good to be true. Nonetheless before Walid even had a chance to do anything next, the owner of the ship approached him. She said a few things, and then one word that really struck the pink haired warrior’s curiosity. So they want to alter my appearance? Walid always thought that he could do with a new set of armor. None of his was really suited for the wilderness type setting that he enjoyed. Right as he was about to open his mouth, his patron stopped Walid. “YOU FOOL, THAT’S NOT WHAT ALTERCATION MEANS,” Brontos’s words echoed throughout the young warrior’s mind, “They mean a ruckus!” The more he thought about what his patron told him, the more he realized that he was right. Onlookers were watching them and it would seem that they were the new center of attention. Something like that was exactly what he didn’t want, but, trouble always followed Walid so he wasn’t surprised in the least. Hopefully his superiors wouldn’t show up, that was something he feared the most. Out of nowhere while he was too focused on the crowd, the owner of the ship disappeared from him and he was confused. His confusion soon wore off though because he thought that it was just the chance he wanted. Them fleeing meant that he was finally free of his duties! Before he could walk off though, a trembling nerve struck his spine. A large shadow outline was in front of him and when he turned around he was shocked to see that it was Tony. “Hey...Hey there Tony... How’s it going…?” words escaped his mouth as his body kept shivering. The last time he fought that Paladin, he was knocked out by one punch. He didn’t want that to happen to him again. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,” he spoke in a calm, but angry tone, “Follow them or do you want to go back to being my errand boy.” Immediately Walid’s body functioned again as he scurried off. Fetching Tony and his pals water was on his list of tasks to never do again. As he raced off he wondered how he was even going to catch the intruder. They were able to escape from him before he even could notice. I don’t know who they are, but I like them already. The chase was always the part that the pink haired warrior loved. It brought him to the days of his youth where he had to chase down prey without the use of a scouter to lock onto their power. He was a hunting type warrior and his senses really showed his true skill in the wild. His thirst for his prey also managed to make him forget about the wrath that was in store for him if he failed in his search. WC: 706 TWC: 1,365 Quest TWC: 2,103 |
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| Garou | Jul 2 2014, 12:19 PM Post #4 |
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Fuckin Nerd
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The clash of steel on steel rang through an abandoned alleyway. Ran Fan held her blade in one hand, shimmering in the flickering light as it held up two robotic wrists. A rogue bot had been shut down here, a vestige of the recently ended war. That damned network, the GNN, had been all over the war. Calling various fights and battles “acts of sacrifice”, “atrocities”, and the like, but they understood nothing. All they were was essentially a giant PR department for everyone and everything. In Ran Fan’s mind, they shouldn’t even have existed in the first place. She snapped back to the present matter of fighting this rogue bot as it disengaged momentarily before striking at the assassin again. Ran Fan snorted, forcing her opponent away with a small burst of ki. The robot twisted and backed away from the shockwave hastily, leaving the woman alone in the dark alley once again. Oh no you don’t. Nobody attacks me and flees, she thought, seeming to liquify into shadow itself before tailing after the metal foe. Screens flickered as the two forms sped by, twisting and turning around the city floor. The occasional city scum or recluse poked their head out as the machine and Ran Fan passed by, catching only a faceful of wind. The chase seemed to last indefinitely to the woman, somehow eternally unable to catch up with her aggressor despite being in her own domain. This damn robot must have been augmented to boost its speed, because there was no way it should have been faster. There was always another corner to turn around, another hidden passage to follow, or another building to plow through. Chasing opponents was less of Ran Fan’s specialty than assassinating them, but she should have been able to just instantly catch up through the shadows. One advantage that Ran Fan did have over the machine, however, was knowledge of the surroundings. Being a living part of the shadows gave her the ability to see, hear, and feel through them, which meant that when the chase ended up in a straight alley with no curves or easily created pathways, the woman knew she had won at last. With a surge of adrenaline, knowing the hunt was completed, the assassin pumped ki behind her in excess to quickly reach the rogue remnant of the Steel Legion. A single well-placed kick struck from the ground, connecting hard with the metal creation’s ankle, sending it sprawling into a pile of waste. Ran Fan rose up fully from the darkness, looming above her prone opponent. Once again, I am undeniable the greatest hunter. Now… I remember Tien had some run in with these robots. I suppose I should dedicate this kill to that bastard, then… Her obsidian sword fell quickly, leaving little to the imagination as it sliced cleanly through the machine’s legs, leaving an orange-hot framework to simmer. A second later, and the thick arms had been cleaved off at the elbows. Now, all that remained of the aggressive rogue was a doormat of a body. It squirmed like a tortoise rolled onto the back of it’s shell, and the Saiyan woman’s stretched from ear to ear. She let go of the dark blade, allowing the shadows to rise up and carry it into its sheath. Almost experimentally, the woman clenched her fist, feeling the light but nigh impenetrable armor crinkle with her fingers. Ran Fan stepped up onto the chassis of her opponent, stopping the clunky squirming, and placed her left hand gently on the center of its chest. Her eyes flashed with glee as a dark shadow grew from the ground around the robot, creating a veil around it. A dim light permeated the veil, and the shadow dissipated. All that was left of the machine was a pile of scrap metal and tinders. Almost content, the woman allowed herself to calm down. This had been what she came down to the surface of the planet for, but it didn’t quite feel like enough. There had to have been something… something more. Maybe there were more machines hidden away? A lust for killing had continued to grow in Ran Fan, leaving little left but primal instinct. Her shadows were speaking to her, now. Whispering of warehouses full of manufacturing robots, of abandoned homes with petty aliens barely strong enough to feed themselves. It was not enough! With a roar, the woman swung her arm in anger, shooting out a beam of ki as it went, and suddenly the shadows fell silent. Her eyes narrowed. There was something coming, now. She could hear crashes and stomps, like something heavy was moving closer and closer. No matter what level of focus she held, there was no way to know where the sound came from, even with the aid of the shadows. The footsteps, heavy and slow, were echoing throughout the city floor. Experimentally, Ran Fan released her ki. The steps grew faster. More energy flooded out from the woman’s body, dampening the atmosphere around her. Faster and faster, came the steps. With a cry, the Saiyan let armor recede and a thick fur took its place; her hair turned from black to white, contrasting with the dark fur pasted along her legs and arms. One last crash, and the source of the steps was apparent. Perfect, the woman thought, laying eyes on a grandiose machine in front of her. This’ll be fun… WC: 916 RF WC: 1654 Quest WC: 3019 |
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| Walid | Jul 4 2014, 05:20 AM Post #5 |
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The Avatar of War
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Going from doing border patrol duty, to sniffing out prey. It wasn’t exactly how the young warrior imagined his day going, but he took what the Paladins gave him. He was sent to undergo their training so he couldn’t really complain much. As he sniffed up into the air, not a single trace of whoever he was following was found. Maybe his sense weren't what they used to be… Maybe he was no longer the proud hunter of Laerys. Walid completely stopped himself before he was more focused on his thoughts instead of his prey. Where could they have gone…? It was almost as if the mysterious stranger had disappeared into the shadows but he thought that no one had that kind of power. More importantly he didn’t think that could be possible. Could a realm lie within the shadows? As gullible as he was, he didn’t want to admit something like that. He knew that if anyone found out they would probably mock him or something of the kind. Just as he was about to head back and face Tony’s wrath something happened. The faint sounds of metal clashing with one another tapped on his eardrums and annoyed him. There was nothing more irritating to the pink haired warrior than metal pressing up against another form of metal. It sent shivers down his spine, but he couldn’t allow himself crawl around on the ground. Those kinds of sounds meant only one thing. They weren’t near the closest training academy for Paladins, so either someone was fighting or it was his prey attacking something. Either way, he wanted to rush to the scene. What if it was someone who was in desperate need of his help and they were just barely hanging on by a thread. Quickly Walid’s legs operated as he started to run into the direction that the sound was coming from. Unfortunately for him he stumbled down an alleyway that caused the sound to echo all over the place. Shit where are they… Just as all hope was lost, the warrior’s ears managed to pick up someone walking. Usually you can judge a person’s size from the sound of their footsteps. As Walid listened closely it sounded like something large. The crack in the pavement that managed to gather rainwater proved that he was right. After each step the puddle would shake. Once the warrior calmed down his body to try and pick up the origin of the steps, he saw it. An android passed by the narrow light from the end of the alleyway and looked like it was heading for something. Could this be a stray Legion bot? The warrior decided not to question things and quickly started to follow the robot. Attacking the thing from the get go was probably for the best, but he wanted a chance to surprise monster. By doing that, he had to keep his power down as low as he could so that he could pass by as just a random citizen. Finally after a few short moments he saw his chance to attack as the android started to walk down another alleyway. “Now, now where do you think you’re going,” Walid said as orange energy dripped from his elbow until it formed into a spinning disk below his right palm. With one quick flick of his wrist, the pink haired warrior chucked his Kienzan right for the android. To his surprise though the fiend managed to turn his head at him and knocked away his attack with its giant robotic arm. After it did that, the android pointed its arm at Walid and sent energy blast for him. Before he could get hit though, the warrior’s fiery energy began to swim up to his throat. Once it did so, a wave of fire expelled from his mouth and took care of the blast that were sure to hit him. He was about to take a brief moment to say something cocky. Before he could though, the android’s body appeared heading for him when the smoke cleared. Walid wanted to get out of the way, but he couldn’t. The robot’s arm collided with his torso and he could feel himself being lifted off the ground. In one quick motion he was lifted into the air by the punch and was flung down the other side of the alleyway. Thankfully he managed to save himself by digging his arm into the ground, but knew that it was too soon to be celebrating. When the warrior looked back up he saw that the android turned back around and knew that the fight was just getting starting. “Maybe I should think before I attack someone I don’t even know…” he muttered as he started to breathe heavily. WC: 795 TWC: 2,160 Quest WC: 3,814 |
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| Garou | Jul 6 2014, 05:23 PM Post #6 |
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Fuckin Nerd
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The assassin grunted, her new prey having challenged her openly. It was massive, standing two stories tall with a body so broad that it scraped away at the alley. Ran Fan's first thought had been to keep it tight and restricted, however the giant android simply knocked down walls and structures as if they were made of sticks and glue. Its alloy was thick, and obviously reinforced with some energy field. The woman's own aura had been distorting around the robot, and was perhaps the only tip-off that her foe was more than she could see. "ENACTING MOST RECENT DIRECTIVE: TERMINATE RESISTANT ORGANICS." The sound of the monstrous machine reverberated throughout the undercity, shaking small stands and signs with its low and steely tone. Instinctively, Ran Fan cracked her neck cockily, almost taunting the metal foe. She noticed that the machine sent a powerful jab down one path, and became aware of the second warrior present. His Ki was weaker, but certainly not insignificant. It also felt vaguely familiar... Ran Fan let out a hysterical laugh as she saw salmon hair flutter backwards around the corner. It was that whiny child who had attempted to stop her on the docking platform. Pinkie was tossed down the passage, though he had managed to stop his momentum. The woman couldn't help but be slightly impressed with the younger warrior as she felt a metal foot plant itself into her body, so large that it pressed on her entire torso. It pushed her back, matting down the fur around her breasts and groin until a small burst of ki batted away the heavy metal leg and restored a slight poof to the dark fur. Clash after clash occurred between the gargantuan machine and the more lithe form of the assassin, each time the woman barely repelled her hefty opponent. He appeared to be juggling the fight between her and pinkie as well, which actually began to worry the woman. Either the robot really didn't need to dedicate resources to him, or it was vastly stronger than either of them could've realized. Gnashing her teeth, Ran Fan howled at her larger opponent before melding into the shadows. The machine wasted no time in turning its attention on the pink haired warrior, launching a surprisingly fast flurry of punches. But as soon as the android paused, for even the slightest fraction of a second, Ran Fan struck. Her hands were coated in ki, clawing into the undersides of the legs supporting the giant robot. Almost instantly, she vanished again, before appearing to launch out of a wall and claw at the outside of the robot’s left leg. Her clawlike hands grew sharper with each passing moment, shadows thickening into physical nails able to pierce through almost anything. As soon as she struck, she disappeared again. The AI appeared to be getting confused now. It had no measures of sensing Ran Fan’s ultra high speed movement with shadow as her medium. She struck once again at the outside joint of the right leg, bounding from the darkness with a lupine ferocity. Both arms raked across the metal knee, piercing whatever form of energy field had surrounded it. and cutting deeply into the alloy. A cold hand slammed down on her form as the machine’s leg detached, and the woman went from being a hunter to being hunted once again. Large fingers tightened their steely grip around the snarling woman before lurching her through the air. She caught a brief glimpse of the man with pink hair before being shaken like a rag doll, even as the monstrous machine stood on one leg. For the second time, she had failed to kill, and for the second time, it would lead to her death… No… Not again…. ”This is NOT going to happen, AGAIN!” Ran Fan’s screech silenced everything in the vicinity, forcing everything to stand still for a brief moment. Ripples of shadowy energy bounded off her furred body, pressing outwards against the machine’s firm grip. Sound returned to the woman’s ears with a loud “pop” and one last shockwave of darkness. The fist of the machine had been separated from the rest of its body now, torn apart with excessive force. More shocking than that raw show of force, however, was that there was no longer anything in the closed fist. A form shimmered in the air above the machine. A shell of darkness cracked and broke around it, leaving only a woman within. Her body was bare, yet there were no details to it -- simply a blank state, an empty form. Slowly, she gained substance. A grated plating of bone grew around her mouth, and muscles built themselves to control it. Her white hair fell from it’s hairpiece, the metal strap falling to the ground with a clatter. The remainder of her body was covered in a skintight suit, leaving her eyes and neck the only visible parts of her body. The assassin’s skin and suit were a pure white, so pale that a normal person would find it hard to look at for long. Her jaw didn’t move, but her voice sounded from the very air around her. ”I do not know your name, but in 10 seconds, we will attack with everything we can, and this god forsaken piece of junk will find his end. Then, I’ll leave your damn planet with these various forms and regulations for landing. Think you can do that?” Without another word, from the darkness behind the robot, a small ball began to form. From its sides, two identical bolts grew, and over the course of a few seconds, three swirling bolts of light and shadow propelled themselves towards the mechanized creation. Time would only tell how well her pink-haired ally would attack, but Ran Fan was certain that this fight was over, one way or another. WC: 991 Ran Fan WC: 2645 Quest WC: 4805 |
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| Walid | Jul 8 2014, 06:51 AM Post #7 |
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The Avatar of War
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While the young warrior’s attention was placed solely on the giant robot, he managed to notice that the person he was after was also on the battlefield. At first he thought that it was just his luck, but stopped himself because it was that kind of luck that got him in the fight. He wanted to assist in the stranger’s attempts to defeat the android, but he didn’t. For some reason he was curious to see how strong they were. As soon as the stranger disappeared though, he focused back on the robot. It was about to attack him, when out of nowhere the stranger appeared from the shadows to attack it. Walid rubbed his eyes because he didn’t think it was possible. Am I seeing things? Then once again they vanished without a trace and attacked the android again. By that time, energy started to build up inside the pink haired warrior. He wanted to help, but after the first assault he gathered that he wasn’t strong enough to leave a dent as he was. “Time to see if that training did help,” he muttered and then glowing red markings appeared around his arms. The warrior’s pupils began to dissolve and only left clear white of nothingness. After red flares of energy surged around the outline of his body, the warrior went on the move. He raced with all of his might while the stranger was being constricted and then held out his leg. In a speedy fashion, he smacked his leg as hard as he could for the android’s body and then felt as an explosion ignited from his kick. To his surprise though, the android was still holding onto the mysterious stranger that he chased after. Out of nowhere a whirlwind of energy caused the warrior’s hair to fly backwards and when he looked back at the android, its grip on the stranger was no more. He overheard someone saying something in the air and guessed that it was time to finish things. It was a shame to him that the stranger was preparing to leave the planet. Walid was just starting to like them. Either way he got the message and started to build energy up to his throat. He could feel his fiery spirit burn the insides of his mouth and waited until it was ready. The warrior didn’t know what kind of limits his fire breath had, but he was about to find out in a few minutes to see just how powerful he truly was. As his Partner launched their attack, flames escaped from the pink haired warrior’s mouth and sent a huge wave of energy towards the android. He could feel as the wind pushed back his hair once more. Fire splashed around as his attack collided with the robot and worries started to ravel around his mind. One being the obvious one; what if his attack was strong enough to cause problems for the streets of Avalon? He wanted to think that he was that strong, but knew that the strange contributed more than him. Either way it looked like the menace was finished as he saw pieces of scrap metal falling to the ground and noticed that smoke was still leaving from the shards. He also knew that his prey was no longer his objective, seeing as they had plans to leave. The only question left was what should he do first with his new control over his powers. Not once did he have the bloodlust attitude that usually followed his transformation and that was all that he really wanted. His friends would be able to rest easy now that he was no longer a liability. WC: 616 TWC: 2,776 |
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