Scent of Death

Dark lands after the successful swat with a grand few meters tumble and slide on his feet across the ruined road beneath him. Stopping himself in a short crouch before straightening up in his posture. He closed his hands back to proper fists and watched where he had launched the other saiyan. The crackling and failure of the ruins covering some of his snickering he held back. He can't say Lottus wasn't at least trying here. He'd patiently waited for his opponent to raise from the dust and crumbling building, taking a moment to massage his neck with a hand. An idle breeze blew his hair and tail to the side.

When it finally came to it, Lottus was laughing like a maniac. Bleeding from not-so-good parts of the body. The cat was already lowering himself back into his skirmishing stance by the time he had his say about this punishment of his. Honestly, he wasn't here to rain on his freedom, but he was getting to be such a serious pain. Have it his way, he'd just deport his ass. Earth could have the maniac and deal with him.

"Try not announcing your move next time!"
Rather than avoid this dashing attack Lottus put behind a right fist, he'd brace his feet to the ground and catch the wild swing straight into his chest. The cat gives a slight hiss before raising hands in the same motion to grab the assaulting man in the middle of his momentum-fueled swing. And with that momentum, he'd sping halfway around in a 180, trying to drag him through and toss him up into the air at an arc away from him.

"You're not breaking SHIT with that technique!"
As he let go, he quickly lowered himself and clawed his hands again, pulling at the earth underneath him with a quick grab before leaping up after Lottus. Using his body and putting a spin-off on the ground to accelerate himself into a near-drill cycle in the air. This deadly Beyblade of claw and fury soars after Lottus, grounded or in the air, and tries catching him at the very last moment with a crazy spinning x-cross slash with his two hands. Hoping to absolutely tear through armor with the momentum built.

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Dark will initiate Burning Ki on all 6 MP, netting him +3 KP!

Dark takes the brunt of Crusher Blow (8,000 | 15%)!

Dark retaliates with a Violent Corkscrew (4KP 70% | 35,700) @ Lottus!

PL: 51,000
KP: 1/6 (-1)
MP: 0/6 (-6)
DAM: 15/270% (+15)

WC: 431
TWC: 3295

With a flash of electrified yellow, the slash connects and completely throws Lottus wide open in the air. Crimson sprays across the half-breed's armor and face while the two descend into a crash. Dark has a more graceful fall than his prey, only needing to brace with slightly bent knees on his descent while the older barbarian gets laid out flat on his back. Annoyingly, he wasn't torn asunder there. Instead, refusing to die on the ground.

This was the saiyan way, stubborn in the face of death. Just made Dark's job harder, as he knew he couldn't off the guy who just took this blow with good a conscious. Would go against what he thought the Vegetans needed at this point. The murderer would grow stronger from this, and perhaps put his strength to better use if left alive.

"What a pain. At least he was a fun punching bag."
He lets the raging spirit of battle calm in his body, taking deep solemn breaths as he approached the fallen Lottus. Standing over him for a short moment and reconsidering bringing him in. One of his hands massages his own neck, auburn eyes squinting down at the former adversary.

"With any luck, his ire and aspirations will be aimed at me, which would also give me the push I need to keep working on myself. Fine. I'm going to take him in and see what the capital wants with him. I'll just have to make sure he's not needlessly tortured or killed. Now that would be wasteful."

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EXIT!
WC: 263
TWC: 3558