The Conflict - Invited

With that close range and how weak Yangcong was after his major defeat in the Capital, he was blown back against the attack and with how devastating the attack was. His body had impacted the ground with a bunch of dust and pieces of rock scratching up his back and further injuring him in the process. 

He grunted in pain, the attack was enough to injure Yangcong's right forearm and now he was laying in the fume infested ground that carried the deadly toxins. The frustrated grunt that came afterwards and the shock value that had exploded and caused him to fly that far back was definitely something to take into account. He panted furiously and as he tried to get to his feet, he only had collapsed to the ground in defeat as he laid on his back and looked to the sky of this fumes like planet. His right eye was closed since his head had impacted the ground when he had landed against the ground. As he laid there, he stared at Azoth with his semi left eye open which shined a bright blue like the ocean. 

"Do you really think that I am evil enough to not care for the lives of other people....

I told Zuqetta that she could be Queen of the saiyan army. Because I truly believed that a child her age could make a difference with the army. She hadn't thought about wanting to be Queen and at the time, she didn't have the strength to do it. So I gave her that amulet in hopes that she would acquire the strength to do so. To have a shortcut to victory...

I was always looked down upon by the saiyan soldiers because I was more tuffle than a saiyan. The tail that I have.. hehe..... was never enough to give me the strength of a saiyan. It was only enough to make me look like them and blend in. I grew up learning to lie and cheat the system around me. In order to get ahead and survive. That's what I did. I knew I could never kill a saiyan one on one in a fair fight. That's why the saiyan had roles for us hybrids who wanted to blend into the system and allow us to change the outcome of this war by going behind enemy lines and doing what we needed to do in order to win the saiyan military the victory. 

At first, I truly believed that I could have saved this world by obtaining this demonic power. All it got me were endless and restless nights of no sleep. What a man does for power and using it to end a war... it looks like doing it all on my own was the biggest mistake that I could have ever done."

As blood began to escape his mouth, he looked too Azoth with a calming stare.

"I'm sorry that I did all this. The world will forget about us old timers and the newer generation will put an end to this war where I couldn't."

Yangcong was brought to his feet and being held as he could barely now stand, he looked at Azoth with sorrow in his eyes.

"I truly believe with your guidance, Zuqetta will be able to end this war once and for all. As for me, I truly hope hell has a nice place for me. Ise will hate you and as much as you try to explain why you did it. She will view it as a lie. If you aren't going to kill me, then what are you going to do... you even said it yourself. No prison can hold me..."

He would await Azoth's answer, about that time, his two tuffle soldiers had arrived to see the injured Yangcong. Before they could prepare their weapons and attack, Yangcong would shout at their direction.

"Don't. you won't be able to beat him."

They stood down, not knowing what to do. Yangcong on the other hand was so drained from both fights that even trying to continue to fight will only bring him to an early grave due to exhaustion. He stared at Azoth and could only recall the first moments of their alliance together and wishing him luck in the tournament.

"I heard that you won the tournament. I knew you could do it."

Azoth had essentially turned his back on Yangcong and that was a mistake he was going to regret. He had placed his right hand behind his back and pulled out his famous golden blades that he had during his time as an assassin. These golden blades had never failed him during his assassination attempts on other people's lives. As Azoth stated that he would show mercy on him and to never see each other again, he took it as a threat. Meaning the next time they met, Yangcong would be dead and going back earlier, Azoth had stated that he would let everyone know about Yangcong and this was something that he couldn't just let go. Azoth had power and the position to make things known to the world. Planet Plant has already made him an outstanding criminal and now Azoth would probably do the same on Arcose and elsewhere with his position. 

Yangcong had to put an end to this man while he had the chance, Yangcong had immediately jumped/leaped towards Azoth and revealed his golden dagger after he had looked away. With Yangcong's speed and trying to stab him directly on the side of his neck that had the jugular, it would be more than enough to kill Azoth who had dropped his guard down.

Kicked away and now a beam was coming straight for him! His eyes had began to widen and now both his hands were against the beam as he had dropped his knife in the process in other to get a better handling on the situation. The reflection from the beam against his own eyes made it apparent that it was big in size. His feet against the ground now was breaking apart, cutting the first layer of the ground almost immediately.



Flashback - OOC

Teenage Yangcong was in the locker rooms just idling by as he was preparing his next assignment and being in Commander Garrick's unit, only the best were chosen. A saiyan had shown up in the locker rooms. Clearly battered from the war effort and having bandages on him that were apparent that it came from his recent battle. He looked at Yangcong who didn't bare any combat damage at all, a clean as a whistle one would call it. The saiyan looked pissed at the mere fact that Yangcong was the only spy in the group that never saw battle. He had approached him as his towering figure of 6'5ft clearly was enough to cast a shadow on Yangcong's 5'5ft height along with his bulky like appearance.

"Tell me Yangcong, how are you even on this squad to begin with?"

He shifted his eyes to the saiyan as he closed his locker room door.

"I applied and got in. But I was merely referred to this unit by my commanding officer. Due to how Garrick takes care of the more dangerous assignments and such. My missions are just as dangerous as yours is."

This only frustrated the saiyan to his very core, he has had friends who had loss limbs over the years, some even couldn't walk without proper aid. He gripped Yangcong by his throat and slammed him against the locker door and off his feet.

"You do these dangerous missions you say and yet you don't have a fucking scratch on you. Are you messing with me?!"

Yangcong was easily nervous, he knew damn well if it came to a fight he wouldn't win against him or any saiyan for that matter.

"My last mission that I had done, was able to help you and your team secure the large outpost that was already hard enough to conquer in the first place. With my distractions and what I had done. It was one of the most dangerous assignments out there. My job isn't exactly a cakewalk. If I ever got discovered that I was a spy from the tuffles, It would be that entire outpost against me and by the time anyone shows up. I would be dead already. That's why Garrick chose me to be on his team. Because he wanted less casualties as it is on his unit."

The saiyan didn't want to hear it, and on top of that, he had heard of Yangcong's recent vacation that was going to happen within a few days. He had immediately slammed Yangcong against the ground and before he knew it, a strong kick to his stomach and face was enough to cause some serious damage.

"Until you fucking take some serious damage in this world. I don't ever want to hear from you that your fucking missions are dangerous."



The explosion was big enough to cause a giant crater since Yangcong was digging more into the ground and also shooting a ki beam of his own to try to at least combat the situation. This only had push him further to the ground with one final bang. The smoke had formed, the crater was there and Yangcong had fell to what appeared to be a bottomless pit. He couldn't be seen and his energy was low as it is. His entire right forearm was gone and his injuries was so much severe that he needed a weeks worth of bed rest in order to recover. He laid there in pitch blackness, knocked out entirely by the attack.


Knocked out // Loss Right forearm Limb