Post by Renkon on Feb 11, 2022 4:22:59 GMT -5
Renkon had recently healed from his last battles, standing on the edge of the cliff’s overlook point. How many hours had he spent up, training, watching, waiting? The Tuffles had been defeated, but he could still hear the cries of the fallen, those who had not yet been avenged. Such a cursed gift, but one that gave him more power than he probably should have, but he knew he needed to focus beyond it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting his mind calm and his senses focus once more.
The near constant howling of the lost was calmed for the moment, and he jumped from the overlook into the landscape below. A craggy place, perfect for setting up ambushes and skirmishing across. His youth was spent in places like this, dealing with Tuffle scouting parties and teenage conflicts. It wasn’t much, but it was a place he most often called home. He landed softly, using his energy in a burst to stop him from crashing into the ground.
Walking slowly down the craggy valley, Renkon had his eyes open and ready to fight anything that might be down here. Wild life could still attack him, left over people who hate Saiyans, and much more. Renkon chuckled a bit as he walked, keeping his hands low and letting his mind wander. He recalled the first time he had an ambush set up down here, the battle that followed. He looked up towards the rocky cliffs and could still see the burn marks.
The commander had been killed in it, everyone was starting to panic and the group was breaking apart. Renkon’s powers seem to just awaken and scream at him. A voice so fresh made him simply stand up, and call upon every ounce of power he had. Power arched off his body, his energy nearly out of control, and he launched into the fray. The sudden shift in the attack pattern had thrown the Tuffles for a loop, and the Saiyans had rallied once more, attacking with a renewed vigor. It was wild, it was reckless, but the death of the Tuffle who had slain the commander silenced his voice in Renkon’s head.
Rounding a small corner, Renkon came face to face with a machine, looming over him, damaged by an unknown battle, but still very active. Diving backwards, Renkon narrowly avoided the kick of the being, landing with a skid and looking at the metal monster. This would be a good test of his abilities he suspected. A smile formed on his lips as he rushed forwards, slamming a shoulder into the metallic monster, and sending it backwards.
When it crashed against the ground, he heard the yells, the screams, and his eyes snapped upwards. This explained why it was so recently damaged. Several other Saiyans stood in the cliffs, young, none older than ten. Some might have had some battle power among them, but based on the blood, he couldn’t be sure any others would be there to protect them. Renkon burst forwards again, slamming a hard strike across the machine’s armor, sending parts of it flying away.
The machine countered, unleashing a barrage of lasers, impacting across Renkon’s little armor and cutting spots on his skin. He had just finished healing… The medic was going to be pissed off. As the robot got back up to it’s feet, Renkon attacked once more, slamming into the machine and throwing another barrage of attacks. More armor was sheared off, sent spinning in every direction, until the machine lashed out, another kick, slamming into Renkon and sending him flying into the rock wall. He impacted with enough force to rattle his teeth.
Falling to the ground, Renkon shook his head, looking up as the top side pods of the robot opened up, launching a set of missiles out. These robots had the ability to both self repair, and break down things in order to remake launched ammo. Renkon crossed his arms, soaking the impact as best as he could. When his hands opened, several small orbs of energy left them, whirling around him slowly. When the machine closed the gap and lashed out with another kick, the orbs rushed forwards, catching the attack then exploding, sending the robot backwards. His will-o-wisps did their jobs, and now the leg of the machine was damaged. As long as it remained focused on him, nothing else mattered.
The kids had started to move at this point, dragging wounded comrades off the field and taking them to the top of the cliff. Another blasting of laser bolts impacted him, knocking him backwards into the wall again. One of the Saiyan children cried out, launching an attack from behind and making the machine stagger forwards. It turned, unleashing another flurry of attacks, only for Renkon to intercept them and yell. “GO! FALL BACK!”
“NO QUARTER FOR SAIYANS!” The machine called again, Renkon blasting forwards with a hard shoulder tackle again, knocking the machine backwards and landing on his feet. His eyes darted to the side, to see what the child was protecting. Their leader was dead, cut in half by a surprise attack based on the expression on his face. It was all it took to make the dam break. The whispers returned, the cries for vengeance echoing in the back of his head, and the feeling of boiling rage under the calm of his focus. He shifted his stance now, eyes focused on the machine as it lifted itself up.
With his stance fully shifted, Renkon lifted his hand, pointing his fingers at the machine. His eyes narrowed as his ki was focused, the voice of revenge of the fallen leader seeming to echo in his mind. His energy arched around him, the lightning cutting the air in a way that made it sound like a keening, screaming almost, as it condensed into a single point. The robot fired another slavo at Renkon, the lightning arching across the rockets and making them explode. The orb grew larger, and Renkon grit his teeth, trying to hold it a bit longer.
The lasers fired once more, slamming into him only half as much, but it was enough time to pass. The energy beam fired out, screaming in a literal sense through the air and impacting the robot square in the chest. The armor was shorn away, the internals all fried and popped, and one more voice seemed to leave Renkon’s head, avenged for the loss of their life, for the spilling of Saiyan blood. He lowered his hand and looked over the kids, who looked at him with a mix of awe and terror.
“It’s fine now… You are all safe… Let’s get you home. I’ll send someone for your leader.” He said, his voice softer now, floating towards the children in order to get them out the craggy area, helping the ones too weakened to fly out of the lower area. It was over for them, at least when it came to all of this.
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The near constant howling of the lost was calmed for the moment, and he jumped from the overlook into the landscape below. A craggy place, perfect for setting up ambushes and skirmishing across. His youth was spent in places like this, dealing with Tuffle scouting parties and teenage conflicts. It wasn’t much, but it was a place he most often called home. He landed softly, using his energy in a burst to stop him from crashing into the ground.
Walking slowly down the craggy valley, Renkon had his eyes open and ready to fight anything that might be down here. Wild life could still attack him, left over people who hate Saiyans, and much more. Renkon chuckled a bit as he walked, keeping his hands low and letting his mind wander. He recalled the first time he had an ambush set up down here, the battle that followed. He looked up towards the rocky cliffs and could still see the burn marks.
The commander had been killed in it, everyone was starting to panic and the group was breaking apart. Renkon’s powers seem to just awaken and scream at him. A voice so fresh made him simply stand up, and call upon every ounce of power he had. Power arched off his body, his energy nearly out of control, and he launched into the fray. The sudden shift in the attack pattern had thrown the Tuffles for a loop, and the Saiyans had rallied once more, attacking with a renewed vigor. It was wild, it was reckless, but the death of the Tuffle who had slain the commander silenced his voice in Renkon’s head.
Rounding a small corner, Renkon came face to face with a machine, looming over him, damaged by an unknown battle, but still very active. Diving backwards, Renkon narrowly avoided the kick of the being, landing with a skid and looking at the metal monster. This would be a good test of his abilities he suspected. A smile formed on his lips as he rushed forwards, slamming a shoulder into the metallic monster, and sending it backwards.
When it crashed against the ground, he heard the yells, the screams, and his eyes snapped upwards. This explained why it was so recently damaged. Several other Saiyans stood in the cliffs, young, none older than ten. Some might have had some battle power among them, but based on the blood, he couldn’t be sure any others would be there to protect them. Renkon burst forwards again, slamming a hard strike across the machine’s armor, sending parts of it flying away.
The machine countered, unleashing a barrage of lasers, impacting across Renkon’s little armor and cutting spots on his skin. He had just finished healing… The medic was going to be pissed off. As the robot got back up to it’s feet, Renkon attacked once more, slamming into the machine and throwing another barrage of attacks. More armor was sheared off, sent spinning in every direction, until the machine lashed out, another kick, slamming into Renkon and sending him flying into the rock wall. He impacted with enough force to rattle his teeth.
Falling to the ground, Renkon shook his head, looking up as the top side pods of the robot opened up, launching a set of missiles out. These robots had the ability to both self repair, and break down things in order to remake launched ammo. Renkon crossed his arms, soaking the impact as best as he could. When his hands opened, several small orbs of energy left them, whirling around him slowly. When the machine closed the gap and lashed out with another kick, the orbs rushed forwards, catching the attack then exploding, sending the robot backwards. His will-o-wisps did their jobs, and now the leg of the machine was damaged. As long as it remained focused on him, nothing else mattered.
The kids had started to move at this point, dragging wounded comrades off the field and taking them to the top of the cliff. Another blasting of laser bolts impacted him, knocking him backwards into the wall again. One of the Saiyan children cried out, launching an attack from behind and making the machine stagger forwards. It turned, unleashing another flurry of attacks, only for Renkon to intercept them and yell. “GO! FALL BACK!”
“NO QUARTER FOR SAIYANS!” The machine called again, Renkon blasting forwards with a hard shoulder tackle again, knocking the machine backwards and landing on his feet. His eyes darted to the side, to see what the child was protecting. Their leader was dead, cut in half by a surprise attack based on the expression on his face. It was all it took to make the dam break. The whispers returned, the cries for vengeance echoing in the back of his head, and the feeling of boiling rage under the calm of his focus. He shifted his stance now, eyes focused on the machine as it lifted itself up.
With his stance fully shifted, Renkon lifted his hand, pointing his fingers at the machine. His eyes narrowed as his ki was focused, the voice of revenge of the fallen leader seeming to echo in his mind. His energy arched around him, the lightning cutting the air in a way that made it sound like a keening, screaming almost, as it condensed into a single point. The robot fired another slavo at Renkon, the lightning arching across the rockets and making them explode. The orb grew larger, and Renkon grit his teeth, trying to hold it a bit longer.
The lasers fired once more, slamming into him only half as much, but it was enough time to pass. The energy beam fired out, screaming in a literal sense through the air and impacting the robot square in the chest. The armor was shorn away, the internals all fried and popped, and one more voice seemed to leave Renkon’s head, avenged for the loss of their life, for the spilling of Saiyan blood. He lowered his hand and looked over the kids, who looked at him with a mix of awe and terror.
“It’s fine now… You are all safe… Let’s get you home. I’ll send someone for your leader.” He said, his voice softer now, floating towards the children in order to get them out the craggy area, helping the ones too weakened to fly out of the lower area. It was over for them, at least when it came to all of this.
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