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Post by K500 on May 25, 2021 13:41:02 GMT -5
Dripping with blood and gore that wasn’t his, Delia’s comment gave pause to K4’s homicidal mania. Levity was very much not what he had expected from this alternation, it got him to laugh (not that the discordant crackle would be interpreted as such) and realize how silly he felt. He had crossed parsecs in seconds, only to miss his first punch! He reasoned that passion and anger had served him plenty today, but only through a measured response would he be able to deshell Yangcong’s brain from the thick skull around it. So he drip-fed relaxants into his cortexes, wiped the red from his photoreceptors, and surveyed the action around him.
Some mad souls, bless them, were coming to protect Sadala. Some idiots, curse them, seemed to have only now realized that there was never a Festival to begin with. An albino saiyan turned into a strange blend of canid and oozaru, fired a mouth beam at the madman, said that he needed to die. That was certainly unexpected, but his words could’ve not rang truer to K4’s reactor. The cyborg was not standing idly either, only now did he notice that wherever his attention lingered, people in tuffle armor were incinerated... He looked down at his murderous hands, falling in love with his new body all over again! He excused this primal impulse as a manifestation of his zonked out mind. But he felt like he could put words to his thoughts, at last.
Meanwhile Yangcong kept going on and on and on. For sure, his thought pathways were more labyrinthine and hyperfluid than K4, the machine man failed to parse much context from the attack: Delia and Amara's blood relation, Yangcong's aim to kill the hybrid with the horns, a secondary plan to take some renegades to Hatchi, and the strange tuffle's attachment to this Garrick guy... Was it safe to say that today's attack was an act of vengeful love? But even if Yangcong had the best possible reasons (he didn't), he still had, in fact, attacked the city Kalabas had lived on. And even if he wasn't Kalabas anymore, K4 still treasured his once friends and acquaintances, those cramped nooks in the slums that had become like home! He would not abide by their destruction.
"Not to pooh-pooh at your little play, but:" most of everyone could fall to their knees and act the part of a hero. Likewise, there wasn't much imagination in the cyborg's second entrance, he just zipped in and kicked the discarded helmet away. It flew high to the stratosphere, disappearing in a blink. "You hyperdrove saiyan-tuffle hostilities to absolute [bleep]. I get the feeling that you disguised your offensive as a reconciliatory event with the intent of making future peace talks unviable on the long-term: there's a 81.73% chance that either saiyans or tuffles will go extinct in the next five years, which leaves 18.27% for a concurrent sapient extinction event. Yes, I did the math." there was no hint of aggression, no mechanical distortion, K4 talked flatly "You don't think some pretty little words will make up for all the [bleep] you're going to put this planet through, do you?" As understated as his delivery, the mercenary's technique had already been long deployed. From underground.
Power cords ripped from the dirt, taut and then snapping, whipping violently into K4's hands. He bunched them into zapping bouquets, shoving each at the side of Yangcong's head. His brain was toast.
Some mad souls, bless them, were coming to protect Sadala. Some idiots, curse them, seemed to have only now realized that there was never a Festival to begin with. An albino saiyan turned into a strange blend of canid and oozaru, fired a mouth beam at the madman, said that he needed to die. That was certainly unexpected, but his words could’ve not rang truer to K4’s reactor. The cyborg was not standing idly either, only now did he notice that wherever his attention lingered, people in tuffle armor were incinerated... He looked down at his murderous hands, falling in love with his new body all over again! He excused this primal impulse as a manifestation of his zonked out mind. But he felt like he could put words to his thoughts, at last.
Meanwhile Yangcong kept going on and on and on. For sure, his thought pathways were more labyrinthine and hyperfluid than K4, the machine man failed to parse much context from the attack: Delia and Amara's blood relation, Yangcong's aim to kill the hybrid with the horns, a secondary plan to take some renegades to Hatchi, and the strange tuffle's attachment to this Garrick guy... Was it safe to say that today's attack was an act of vengeful love? But even if Yangcong had the best possible reasons (he didn't), he still had, in fact, attacked the city Kalabas had lived on. And even if he wasn't Kalabas anymore, K4 still treasured his once friends and acquaintances, those cramped nooks in the slums that had become like home! He would not abide by their destruction.
"Not to pooh-pooh at your little play, but:" most of everyone could fall to their knees and act the part of a hero. Likewise, there wasn't much imagination in the cyborg's second entrance, he just zipped in and kicked the discarded helmet away. It flew high to the stratosphere, disappearing in a blink. "You hyperdrove saiyan-tuffle hostilities to absolute [bleep]. I get the feeling that you disguised your offensive as a reconciliatory event with the intent of making future peace talks unviable on the long-term: there's a 81.73% chance that either saiyans or tuffles will go extinct in the next five years, which leaves 18.27% for a concurrent sapient extinction event. Yes, I did the math." there was no hint of aggression, no mechanical distortion, K4 talked flatly "You don't think some pretty little words will make up for all the [bleep] you're going to put this planet through, do you?" As understated as his delivery, the mercenary's technique had already been long deployed. From underground.
Power cords ripped from the dirt, taut and then snapping, whipping violently into K4's hands. He bunched them into zapping bouquets, shoving each at the side of Yangcong's head. His brain was toast.
K4 uses [Light|40%] Electric Whip (PL: 74,000)
DMG: 0/250
KP: 4/6 (-2)
MP: 2/6 (+2)
