Joseph, Clone(L) vs Vegeta, Clone, Ur'Alcyonis(W)Ref:Rocket

Joe's speed was far too much for the mad dash of the Clone to handle. Thus the barrage of pressure points struck from a rapidly flurry of blows was more than enough to completely closed down the channels of ki that had been steadily gathering energy for the attack. The Clone was in shock, eyes wide and jaw agape as he looked just behind Joe- toward the little spec of light glowing from the palms of Vegeta Prime. He knew he was fucked, he knew that he needed to escape- but his options were limited. Then it clicked, like a lightbulb flicking on in his head, the vial he had drank earlier- it still allowed for one more little surprise. He didn't want to use it, hell, especially at this moment, but there was no other option left. The Clone huffed like an angered pup and then suddenly teleported, expending  a large portion of his ki to avoid what he knew was coming. While not ideal, at the very least he was going to be safe, for now.  At that very moment Vegeta allowed for hell to break loose, for his power to finally unleash to near its fullest extent. It was glorious. 

The steady thumps of of the initial impacts of the three blasts rang into the air and suddenly the blinding light washed over of the surface of the planet. Vegeta Prime could feel it all, the shockwave that hit him after a second felt like a truck. He could feel his heart skip, his guts wrench, and breath nearly escape his chest. As for the sound- quite frankly it was deafening, something he truly desired never to hear again, that was if his hearing ever was able to recover. The ringing from the shockwave masked the two simultaneous thumps of the Clone's steps behind as he had appeared from his teleport, but the signature of a weaker version of himself was clearly recognizable. Turning his head over his shoulder he could see the clone and both of their faces were shrouded with the reflection of the azure blue light caused from the incredible large blasts. 

They gave each other a nod pleased to see they had managed to turn the tide of battle- then came the pain. It washed over them in such a sudden manner it it was like they were hit by a truck out of nowhere. Darkness engulfed them, ki burnt and bit into their skin, and soon they found themselves tumbling over the sand and glass. Vegeta Prime was the first to stand, eyes wide in shock as he lifted his head up and could see Urizen standing there unscathed.  Tattered armor, scuffed polished, dented metal- Vegeta was in shambles, as was his clone. His jaw clenched down and his blood boiled- he wanted to say something, but now wasn't the time.

The sound of a small pebble rolling across the sand sounded like gentle rainfall against the roof of a house or like one of those African rain makers, catching his attention he turned his head down toward the ground and looked at this little capsule. As it came to a halt it twisted and green smoke began to spew from the holes that were around its casing. The smoke was held a high viscosity and before he could even turn his head he felt the affects take hold. It started with his lungs, burning like a river of fire or a plague that had befell only him. Then it moved to his ki, poisonings it like a well or river during the midst of war. Sweat, now less from exhaustion and more from illness, began to drip heavily down his temples and he felt his body sway slightly as he struggled to maintain his footing. The dizziness soon wore off, but he knew the affects of such a device would spell diester for his particular way of battling.  

With speed that was as quick as lightning, Joe had rushed off to the side, hands illuminating with a small sphere of ki in each palm, but as he continued the single image of the boy split into three. It was as if one was slower than the last, spacing out until Vegeta and the clone were surrounded, moving faster and faster until it was time to prepare the attack.  With instincts on high alert the Prince already knew what the child would do, after all, admittedly he would have done the same, attack them all at once. 

Knowing this the Prince of Saiyans moved fully to counter the actions of the child, while the boy ran in circles Vegeta focused on one thing- gathering power. He knew that he could match the speed, but what was more important was the aiming- and running would not make aiming any easier. Finally it was time, Joe sprung into action and the first of what could be assumed to be a barrage of attacks came forth. Vegeta twisted his entire body to match where the ki signature was coming from- and with his eyes locked onto the first target he pitched the first of his own attack. The two blasts collided and the hollow thump of their implosion rippled over the battle field- but he couldn't stop to admire the fireworks. He pushed on, being sure to fully square his body up at the proper blast, the only one of the bunches that actually held a true ki signature as the others were nothing more than a light show, and thus, in tune with his senses, he began to throw blast after blast at each one of the twelve orbs threatening his team. To say it was exhausting to keep track of the orbs was an understatement, but he had trained for years for this, and like a boxer weaving through several snapping jabs, he both simultaneously adjusted and countered the volley.  

During this dance of Vegeta and the incoming attacks, his clone wasted not an ounce of time to spring into action. He rushed forward, nimbly remaining low to the ground to avoid any explosion that might had occurred as he rushed Joe. Then, in the Prince Clone came within a few meters of the child, his hand lifted with an arch of static. With his fingers spread wide and his left hand grasping his right wrist, he suddenly closed his fist and the air around Joe became charged with his ki, manifesting a net of electrical energy before threatening to ensnare the boy. 

Then came time for Vegeta Prime, his right hand glowing with the light of the blue ki he had gathered as he began to run across the field of battle. Wind forced his hair back and his eyes were locked on the boy, it was time to start ending things, he knew he had to do it. As his shoulder rocked back and his fist found itself within the proper position on his side, he threw his entire weight toward Joe's face, hoping to rock his brain and rattle him for at least one moment. Then, before he could recoil from his own explosive punch, he opened his mouth and a blinding light shinned from the depths of his throat. His entire torso rocked back from the blast's recoil and he found himself sliding a few meters back from the combined explosion, then to ensure his safety from Urizen, he and his clone leapt back- it was only a matter of time now....  
 

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It had finally come to that time, the time in which the tides of battle would find themselves changed forever. The time where Vegeta could finally press the attack on an all out offense. No longer was he on the back foot, no longer would he have to adjust for the sudden rush of Joe's initial barrage of attacks at the start of their battle. Nothing would stop Vegeta from pressing his advantage, nothing would cause him to let loose the grip he had on the battle. It had finally come to this time! 

"How much longer will you continue to drag this out, boy?" Vegeta mocked, face scrunched up from the wicked grin plastered over his expression. From here he stood there was only the faintest traces of dust and debris left floating in the air. Not enough to mask his figure, nor enough to block his vision, but just enough to count for what mattered- his looks. He was positive that he would embody the darkest image of what Joe had viewed him as. Call him a demon, call him evil, call him the Dark Prince- none of that matter, but this was the moment that his persona would be exemplified through physical image.  

Enough is enough, its time to end things. He thought to himself before rushing toward Joe. 

He took no more than two steps before his jaw once more dropped and the brilliant shine of ki graced the field of battle with its presence. Then, after another step, he fired the blast, rocking backwards for the power and having to readjust his stance before continuing his mad dash for the boy. Adjusting to Joe's position, if he would move, Vegeta then lifted his hand with his thumb, index, and middle fingers spread out and pointing toward Joe. Suddenly a lightning fast, but also very thin, beam came rocketing from his palms. 

As the final strands of dust were whisked away by the gentle breeze in the air, Vegeta had quickly gathered energy for his next attack. It swirled around him like a tornado in the midst of a storm- crackling with lightning as he once again pushed a technique beyond the normal limits. Before he could command his own body to move, it had already done it. Fingers found themselves mimicking the shape of a knife and his arm lifted as if he was going to backhand the child. Yet, with a quick slash through the air, the initial attack was finally on its way. The compressed air slithered across the battlefield like a viper- hard to notice, silent, and deadly. As it made its way toward the boy, Vegeta cut into the opposite direction.

Without delay Vegeta had closed the distance between he and his opponent, and while he did not care of the outcome of his attacks up until this point, he knew what came next would be the most important.  Position was important- so much so that he allowed himself to close in to what he would could "point blank," but ensured he was perpendicular to his last attack. And once he was within that range, he fire. He fired a blast from his mouth so hard that he could feel the muscles in his back scream out in pain from the force he was exerting. So hard that he knew if he would miss his body might slide back from the recoil. So hard that if it connected that it would be the most satisfying thing he may have ever done in his life. With all his emotion, strength, and power placed into this single blast, he let fate decide what would happen next. Hoping that the extra 'oomph' would be more than enough to at least shatter the boy's hopes  momentarily. 

After the explosion of his attack rippled over the lands he let his body carry itself through his momentum. Then his eyes dashed over the battlefield and locked onto Joe once more. With his aim adjusted he lifted his hand and fired another weak but lightning quick beam toward the child, covering for any time the Clone might need to get his attack off. At this very moment his clone made its own attack, declaring its power it a beautiful display of ki mastery by pushing its own technique beyond its limits, as Vegeta had just done as well. However this was different, this show of manipulation was preformed by the same slam of his palms against the ground. The same surge of ki into the surface that would rattle the core- but this time the Clone did not stop. He could feel the ground swell and balloon, but still he pumped his aura into the ground. Eventually lava began to spew out from the cracks- both new and preexisting, flying into the sky like a geyser. Vegeta Beta looked to Joe, his mind focusing on controlling the fire until it would hunt down the child and burn him alive. It had seemed both Vegeta Prime and Beta were on the same page- if only the entire battlefield was as well. 

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