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The Battle of Baringer (II); Bardock - Solo PRP
Topic Started: Jul 25 2015, 05:58 AM (199 Views)
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Lieutenant Desiree shot by Bardock like a flash of lightning, and Bardock reached for his ankle as if he hadn't been distracted by Grante's sudden and unexpected rise in power. He held the Lieutenant in place for about half a second before a powerful fist exploded against his gut and knocked all of the breath out of his lungs. He leaned forward and spittle flew from between his lips; his eyes bulged out of his skull and pain radiated throughout his entire body.

In the aftermath of the blow, all thoughts of stopping Desiree fled his mind. Grante's fist withdrew from Bardock's midsection and little crumbs of steel crinkled off of the plate in its wake. The Saiyan gripped at the crack in his armor and stumbled backward, eyes still wide and expression one of horrified surprise.

Grante's body was still undergoing change, but it was obvious that the majority of the man's transformation was over with. His pale skin was now a deep, dark burgundy; a crown of scabs covered most of his face, like some kind of macabre helmet, and hid the white hair that'd covered his head a few seconds ago.

Bardock wanted to glance back over his shoulder to watch the battle between his Vanguard and the PTO squad unfold, but he couldn't risk it. He didn't want to take another blow to the stomach like that, or worse, his face. As of yet unscarred and unmarred, his face was his most prideful feature. Most Saiyans, like Desi, Bran, and a majority of his commanders, were the owners of a lot of scars. It was often impressive, but to Bardock, it was a sign of a sloppy fighter. Strong men didn't get hurt, and fast men didn't get facial scars.

"You hit a lot harder than you did a second ago," Bardock groaned. Grante straightened in place and clenched his fists, staring down at Bardock with a haughty smirk. He was taller than he used to be, too. More muscular, generally more powerful. It was strange and terrifying. Bardock forced himself back to a standing position and exhaled slowly. "I didn't expect that."

"I told you I would be transforming, did I not? What did you expect?"

"I don't know. I didn't expect a fucking warship to knock my organs around," the Saiyan replied. He spit out a gash of blood into the grass and looked back up to Grante with a smirk. "So, what's your power level in this form?"

It was only then that Bardock noticed that his opponent was no longer wearing a scouter. It'd shattered in the split second that he'd been looking away. His expression didn't change, but his stomach churned.

"Just short of 200,000. I surpass even Prince Cold's Armored Guard in this form. This is how I attained my influence, and my rank. Not through politicking, or debating. Through the subjugation of those who refuse to kneel."

Bardock nodded appreciatively, vaguely aware that his opponent's power surpassed his own by at least fifty percent. A strange part of him was excited, and another part of him was equally scared. Adrenaline pumped like blood through his veins and filled him with a nervous energy that he knew to be genuine fear. This was a fight he could die fighting. He hoped, silently, that it was going to be a worthwhile experience.

The two men shot forward in unison, each one breaking through the sound barrier and shattering the ground beneath their feet with thunderous cracks. Shards of broken terrain blasted into the air around them as the two fighters struggled for dominance.

Bardock connected with a monstrous right hook, and Grante replied with a knee straight to the Saiyan's jaw. Bardock's teeth rattled and shook in his mouth, but he managed to fire off a series of flicker jabs that collided with Grante's guard and kept him on the back foot. He spun in place to follow up on his combination with a spinning roundhouse -- only to be smashed into the dirt when the underside of Grante's fist smashed into the top of Bardock's skull.

He groaned with pain and caught himself on his knees.

Instinctively, he reared back and roared, unleashing a torrent of furious energy that ripped through the air and consumed Grante whole. He held the blast in his lungs and let loose, only stopping when a boot powered through the gale and crashed into his nose. Bardock rolled back onto his shoulders and shot forward like a shark through the water, wrapping his arms around the Captain's waist and tugging down as hard as he could.

Grante refused to go down so easily and managed to twist in the air, freeing himself at the last second. He kicked up at the crack in Bardock's armor and knocked him into the air with a casual boot.

With a sharp crack, Bardock applied the air brakes at a height of about twenty meters. The smirk that'd crossed his face earlier was now gone, replaced by a stoic fury reserved purely for the men in his cross hairs.

Energy crackled to life at his fingertips and pulled the oxygen from the air around it, slowly coagulating into two balls of condensed power. Grante shot into the air to pursue him and Bardock threw his hands forward, releasing a wave of ki straight into the Captain's chest that sent him crashing back into the ground with a furious roar.

A thick layer of smoke rose from the grass as it caught fire. It spread over the battlefield like a grim poison, and Bardock struggled to see through the filter. It was then that he remembered the scouter on his face; he'd been so used to wearing it that he'd totally forgotten about it. His fingers brushed over the buttons at as fast a pace as they could manage and tried to pinpoint Grante through the veil of smog.

His scouter hadn't fully acquired the signature when a body burst from the cloud like a bullet and rammed its shoulder into his chest. Bardock heaved and his armor threatened to crack once again; shrapnel fell from the center of his chest as he flew backward through the air, his eyes practically white and all the air knocked free of his lungs.

"G-grk! Fuck!"

He righted himself just in time to catch Grante on the approach for his second strike, and buried his elbow deep in the Captain's armored head. Grante's body sank, but didn't fall. There wasn't enough power behind Bardock's strike to knock him away -- and so he reached out for the Saiyan's face. His fingertips wrapped around the rim of Bardock's scouter and squeezed, constricting his grip so forcefully that the little device exploded and left scorch marks where bruises were going to be.

Bardock lashed out with a heavy kick into the Captain's side, but it failed to slacken the man's grip. He kicked again and again, each blow successively weakening Grante's hold on his face, but the once effeminate alien didn't want to give up so easily. With a macabre grin, he threw Bardock like a rag doll through the air.

"You did not seem to believe me earlier, Bardock. Do you see now, how hopeless this fight is for you?"

Bardock hit the ground and bounced... and Grante's knee collided with his midsection a second after, completely shattering the plate over his stomach and driving the Saiyan further into the ground. A miniature crater formed around the impact site, and Bardock writhed beneath the pressure, struggling to find a way out.

"Do you see now, why my power makes my men tremble?"

He forced his knee further into Bardock, forcing out a spray of spittle and blood.

"Do you see, now, that I am stronger?"

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Desi's fist smashed hard into a hapless soldier's nose and shattered the bone that lay beneath the cartilage, forcing the alien's body to drop to the ground with a quiet thud. Reverb shook down the length of his arm and sent a shiver of pleasure throughout his chest, but he took no time to take it in. Instead, he turned and checked on the rest of the Vanguard, who were waging a desperate war against a literal swarm of enemies. Bran was covered in blood and Brock's chest armor was cracked wide open, but otherwise, they were doing okay.

The scarred fighter shook his fist to rid himself of the blood covering it and turned to see how Bardock's fight was going. To his surprise, the Lieutenant from earlier was already blasting off toward him at top speed, and Bardock was hunched over in pain a few meters away. Desi blinked and shot off to intercept the Lieutenant's path.

His fist once again sank into alien flesh and knocked the creature to the ground, but unlike the last soldier, the Lieutenant actually reared up. Desi threw his hands over his head and a sphere of flashing white light congealed over his fingertips; the Lieutenant was about three feet away when Desi unleashed the blast with a mighty roar, and watched as it tore his opponent from the air and pulled him toward the battered ground below for the second time in ten seconds.

"You -- you're going to die first!"

The Lieutenant screamed and kicked up from the ground once again, this time entangling himself with the scarred Saiyan and burying his fist deep in the warrior's exposed face. Desi rocked back and batted away a pair of jabs as they came, replying with one of his own that exploded against the Lieutenant's face. Blood flew freely from the man's nose, but he loosed off a powerful hook that bashed its way into the Saiyan's cheek and sent him flying back through the air.

Desi caught himself just in time for the Lieutenant's knee to come crashing into his gut. He lurched forward, leveled, and quickly flipped in the air, bringing both of his boots down on top of the other man's helmeted head. The Lieutenant righted himself in mid-spin to bring a pair of club-like fists across Desi's face, literally bashing the Saiyan onto the runway strip of the base that was their battlefield.

He bounced, once, and rolled to the side when a series of laser-like blasts came roaring right for him. They exploded in quick succession against the concrete as his roll sped up and he gained enough distance to push off onto his feet. In the air above him, the Lieutenant brandished his hand again, and fired off another blast of ki that crackled in the distance between them and raced right for the Saiyan's chest.

Desi pushed forward with both hands and unleashed a condensed beam, which detonated on contact with the bottom of the Lieutenant's blast and sent it spiraling off into the sky. Desi watched it as it whistled through the air and exploded in the cloud barrier, scattering the modicum of shade that'd fallen over the battlefield and producing a mist that rained down on them from above.

"That could've hurt," he acknowledged, dusting off his shoulder pad and chestplate. "You're not actually that bad, for a crony. To think that Bardock was going to hog you and your Captain for himself is a damn shame."

The Lieutenant dropped to the ground a few feet away and admired the pockmarks that he'd left in the runway. He let a hand dangle down to his hips and used the other to brace his waist.

"He won't be a problem much longer," the Lieutenant said, dismissively. "Captain Grante has never been defeated in battle. I give your friend, Bardock? About five more minutes before he's overwhelmed."

Desi spared a glance to the other side of the battlefield, where Bardock and Grante were exchanging blows at a pace almost too fast for him to follow. Bardock wasn't all that much faster or stronger than he was, but Bardock also had a habit of fighting to the level of his opponent. Still, even he could see that Grante was a hair faster. It wouldn't be long before Bardock realized the same thing, assuming he hadn't already.

Desi turned back to face the Lieutenant and all emotion but fury dropped from his face. Storms raged behind his eyes, desperate to be set free.

"Guess that means I've got to beat you before he beats Bardock."

Steely blue flames rolled over Desi's ankles and wrists, and slowly spread over the rest of the Saiyan's body. Heat haze obscured the glow of his black and gold armor, and for a fraction of a second, the Lieutenant swore he saw a flash of green in the other man's eyes.

"Let's see how that works out for you, eh? I'm still stronger than you, Saiyan. I got a read on your battle power before we got here. Bardock over there's sitting pretty at a hundred-fifty thousand. You're hardly ninety-thousand. You really think that's going to be enough?"

Desi's stance widened and his head cocked back over his shoulders. He'd experienced condescension like that before, from the haughty men who stood to lose their heads in times of war and who grew restless when allowed to feast. The wall of flames encompassing his body shrunk with a gentle whoosh and condensed along his musculature with a gentle snap.

"Men like me always find ways to slaughter men like you. You can read my power level all you want. That means nothing if I know how to conceal it."

"W-what do you mean?! Conceal your power level...?"

The ground beneath Desi's feet rumbled and shook when he took a tentative stepped forward. It'd been a long time since he'd fought at full power. He still wasn't as strong as Bardock, but he was getting there. A few more fights and he'd be able to go toe to toe with his older friend. The power he was putting on display now was not one that he advertised, and he wondered briefly if Bardock could feel it from across the field.

"Check your scouter, Lieutenant. It's never done you wrong before, has it?"

The Saiyan's words were full of undeniable malice, but the Lieutenant reached for the button on his scouter anyway. His fingertips fumbled for the controls for a second before finally finding the mark. A series of foreign looking characters flashed against the screen, but Desi didn't bother squinting to catch them. All at once, the color drained from the Lieutenant's face as the battlefield behind Desi ground to a halt. Older models of scouters broke and shattered as they detected his new power level. Both Bran and Brock stopped in their tracks, their faces covered in blood and their eyes glued to the evolving spectacle.

Still burying his knee deeper into Bardock's stomach, Grant glanced up from his position in the crater, vaguely aware that something across the battlefield had changed completely. His eyes narrowed, and his pressure slackened.

A single figure towered above the lesser fighters on the field in the display of the Lieutenant's scouter, simultaneously proud and furious.

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Bardock gripped Grante's leg and jerked hard to the side when he saw the Captain avert his gaze. Taking advantage of the man's momentary lack of focus, he slammed him into the side of the crater and let loose with a blast at point blank range, forcing the other man through the broken ground with a powerful, bass riddled rumble. Streamers of dust and smoke flew from the Grante shaped hole in the ground while Bardock's blast drilled further into the soil. The Saiyan let go of his blast once he felt it give, and Grante shot up through the dirt to take his place in the sky about a hundred meters above him.

Air filled Bardock's lungs in haphazard gasps, struggling to take hold while the Saiyan clenched his fists and patched the holes in his aura. Sweat was rolling down his chest and face already, but he couldn't afford to stop fighting yet. His men were still fighting; he could feel Desi's power level peaking in the distance, which only spurred Bran and Brock on to greater heights of strength. The veil of energy surrounding Bardock expanded with a sickening crack, and he shot off to the left in a blur of motion and ki.

He reappeared on Grante's left and sliced through the air with a powerful hook, but the Captain's body faded from view a second from impact. Grante materialized when Bardock came grinding to a halt and buried the heel of his boot deep in the Saiyan's face. Bardock's body was launched backward, but he stabilized with a quick air brake and burst off to the right. When he came back into view, he was just above Grante, and dropped down with an axe-kick that sent the Captain tumbling through the air.

Grante turned the tumble into a graceful flip and braced himself at a height of eighty meters, only to fire off a barrage of blasts that ripped through the air like lances through paper armor. Bardock zigged and zagged in the sky as the blasts tore right by him, grazing the edges of his armor and tearing off his left pauldron. He grunted and batted away the final blast in Grante's sequence, following its newly forged path with his eyes.

He looked back just a second too late and Grante's fist exploded against his left cheek, leveling him in the air. Bardock rolled in place and smashed both of his boots into Grante's chest. The Captain floated back when the Saiyan's boots connected with his plate armor and swiped down with his hand from a distance of about seven meters. For a second, nothing happened; from nowhere, a swathe of purple ki cut through the air like a scythe and detonated against the Saiyan's chest with a barrage of miniaturized explosions.

Bardock sank through the air and fired off a quick blast of his own, which swallowed the Captain up into a cloud of smoke. Unlike before, Grante came firing out of the cloud with a fury, once again engaging Bardock in the skies over Baringer.

On the ground, Desi's boot crashed into the Lieutenant's knee and forced him to the ground. His fist came next and smashed into the alien's nose with a natural cadence. The henchman's back dropped onto the ground, and Desi stepped forward with a punt-like kick... only for his leg to be swept out from under him by a brilliant flourish from the Lieutenant's legs. He fell sideways and found himself batted into the air by a second, more powerful kick.

Rearing back, Desi fired off a glowing, blue cannonball from the confines of his left hand and watched it explode against the Lieutenant's chest. Wisps of energy circulated within the resultant cloud of smog and found itself dispersed when the Lieutenant came barreling out of it. An angry left hook bashed its way through Desi's guard and tore into his cheek, but he managed to snake out a flicker-like jab in reply.

Both the reverberation and a denting thud greeted him, and he knew immediately that he'd managed to keep his momentum. Swirling in the air, Desi brought a fierce kick across the Lieutenant's face and completely shattered his helmet. The alien commando went flying through the sky, dangerously near Bardock and Grante's battlefield, and so Desi vanished to intercept him. He couldn't risk letting the Lieutenant link up with Grante.

He felt more comfortable in a one on one than a two on two, even if Bardock was a strong partner.

Arches of electricity whispered off of his knuckles when he reappeared and violently spiked the Lieutenant downward. To the commando's credit, he recovered with grace and fired off a wave of shimmering ki at Desi from below. The Saiyan braced himself with his right shoulder and blocked the head of the blast, but the explosion knocked him higher into the sky and blew apart the wristband on his right arm. Had he been wearing a right pauldron, that probably would've exploded too.

Bits of shrapnel fell through the air like rain when Desi finally came to a stop, his shoulder and knee both raised in the case of a second blast. The sound of ki rushing up to greet him forced him to turtle harder, and a blossom of flame spread across the sky when another blast shuddered against his guard.

Grante's body zoomed beneath Desi's in pursuit of the now-fleeing Bardock, who was dashing backward through the air at as fast a pace as he could manage. The Saiyan threw his arms and legs forward to increase his momentum, unleashing a powerful beam of energy that rocked the Captain -- but failed to slow him down. Like a tank breaking through a barricade, he soldiered on and powered through the smoke to bury his fist deep in Bardock's nose.

Bardock groaned and let the momentum take him, utilizing it to dodge the second strike as it came. He struck hard as it whiffed by his left ear and frowned when his fist hammered into the Captain's left forearm.

Grante grinned and slugged Bardock in the face, bowling the Saiyan over into a desperate flip, which turned quickly into a fleeing roll. Bardock's boot hadn't been on the ground for an instant when Grante's next punch sliced through the air. The Saiyan vanished in place and let the punch forge a crater in the ground, before reappearing a few feet to the side. He hovered over the concrete and steadied himself, aware that the Captain wasn't about to let him go just because he'd dodged a single punch.

So far, the tempo was proving to be almost too much. He needed a breather, even if he didn't want to admit it. His legs were starting to cramp up and his arms were practically numb from a mixture of shock absorption and absorbing a fair number of blasts head on.

Still, he was doing pretty well for himself, considering the fact that his opponent was easily stronger than he was. He just needed to find some way of evening the playing field before the gap grew too large.

Bardock, despite his stubborn nature, wasn't stupid.

He understood that a 50% difference in strength meant that he was getting hit twice as hard as the other guy.

That didn't make it hurt any less when Grante's elbow collided with his forearm. Shockwaves rippled through the air and shook the ground, breaking through the concrete and shaking the thoughts out of his head.

"You need to cut this the fuck out!"

Bardock retaliated with a wild uppercut, which blew the Captain's guard apart for a fraction of a second. Before he could fire off another, a pair of straights came flying down at him from above and he couldn't help but to sway out of the way. His eyes widened as the pace picked up and he was forced to retreat once again.
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Desi materialized in the air above the Lieutenant and fell like a stone, dropping his elbow on top of the other fighter's exposed head and tugging him down through the sky. Like a demonic anchor, he wrapped his arms around the Lieutenant's waist and raced for the ground, desperate to bring him down as fast as possible. About a meter from impact, the Lieutenant bucked out of Desi's grip and knocked him off course, and rolled onto the ground at over a hundred miles an hour. He popped up at the end of the long tumble and unleashed a barrage of lightning-like blasts from the ends of his fingers, his eyes bloodshot and sweat streaming from his forehead.

Desi weaved in between the bolts with a practiced grace and dashed forward, closing the gap with a clenched fist and a punch already cocked. A bullet-like fist tore through the air over the Lieutenant's shoulder and quickly arced so that it collided with the other alien's cheek.

Before Desi could fire off another, a violent retort shattered invalidated the smug sense of superiority that he'd been gathering when a fist crashed into his face. He reared back and lashed out with the back of his hand, swatting away another punch before it could make contact.

"That's not good enough!"

A dangerously wide uppercut slid through the air and the Lieutenant swayed to the right. His right hand blasted through the space between them and Desi grinned, proud that his opponent'd taken the bait.

His right fist intercepted the commando's jab and knocked it off course, allowing him to hide another fist in the man's cheek. Blood shot from between the Lieutenant's lips and splattered over Desi's armor, but the Saiyan paid it no heed. Instead, he swung again, this time landing the uppercut he'd been using as bait a fraction of a second ago.

The lieutenant's body jolted straight from the impact, and he threw both hands out to the side. A dome of white webs flashed in the air around him and erupted with a blinding flash, forcing Desi back through the air and scorching the front of his armor. It'd been a smart defensive move, but it wouldn't stave him off for long.

"I... will not... be disgraced by a monkey!"

The Lieutenant roared with a renewed vigor and the sphere of ki subsided into a sea of ghostly whispers.

"I'd beg to differ," Desi grunted, crossing his arms over his chest when the Lieutenant's shoulder barged into him. The two carried each other across the sky for a solid ten seconds before the Saiyan managed to dislodge himself with an untidy spin. By the time he came to a stop, the Lieutenant was already on his way back, fists cocked and eyes full of anger. "But this seems really important to you."

Blood shot out from between his lips like the spittle of a wrathful demon when the alien's fist crashed into his chin.

Desi righted himself with a hearty, steadying stomp and bashed his forehead into the commando's skull. A wave of sound rippled through the air and rattled his teeth, but the Saiyan forced himself to power through, rearing back a second time. This time, his fist rolled up from his waist and jerked forward with a slugging motion, cracking through the Lieutenant's chest armor and sending him spiraling toward the runway.

Desi darted down after him and the chase renewed anew, accompanied by the sound of crashing thunder and the roar of crackling energy. In the distance, the fight between the rest of Bardock's vanguard and the remaining soldiers was slowly drawing to a close.

Four bodies were still standing; Brock'd gone down to a sea of blaster fire, leaving Bran to face off against the rest of the squadron alone. Breaths fell out of his mouth and his chest heaved with every laborious effort. He hadn't fought so hard in years. Across the battlefield, he could hear the sounds of roaring cannons and violent combat, but he couldn't follow any of it. A few fleeting glimpses of a bloodied Bardock and a smug Desi were all he'd managed to catch, but neither of those things really reassured him that the battle was going all that well.

The three soldiers opposite him leveled their blasters at the Saiyan's chest and took careful aim.

"You guys and your blasters," Bran breathed. "You'd almost think that you can't fight without 'em, huh?"

They fired in unison and Bran rolled beneath the blasts, quickly aiming his left index finger at the fighter on the far left. A small beam shot from the end of his digit and detonated against the barrel of the man's blaster, jamming it and frying the circuitry. He pulled the trigger once, fruitlessly, while Bran fired off another blast at the man in the middle's weapon. He tried to counter it with a blast of his own, but Bran's beam overpowered it and rendered the blaster useless.

The third man loosed off a blast before Bran could lock onto him, and watched as it dissolved into the Saiyan's shoulder and knocked him to the ground. Bran tried to roll onto his side to dodge the next blast, but settled for a half-hearted jerk that let the shot explode against the concrete. With a swipe of his hand, he unleashed a swathe of ki that knocked the fighters on the right and in the center off of their feet. Desi rolled onto his

The last trooper dove on him almost immediately, and the fatigued Saiyan fought for his life on the ground of a planet he'd never known.

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