Rebirth - AT - (Conquest)

It's over....four hundred thousand?!

Eyes bulging Sawba would be left with his mouth agape as he stood there jolted after having launched himself to his feet upon noticing the rise in Power Level in the distance somewhere. Whomever it belonged to they were obviously a strong individual or being, to the extent that Sawba nigh trembled in place with the knowledge that his search for Heit would only be drawn out by visiting such a Power Level. This was in stark contrast to how Sawba had otherwise been seeking out the likes of thirty to forty thousand while tracking Heit on Earth. Then again the Saiyan couldn't necessarily deny that perhaps Heit too would be drawn to this booming strength that radiated outward in the air as almost palpable ripples.

Despite his anxiety and stress kicking into overdrive, which was daunting considering they were always running on max, Sawba would blast off from the small island he had been resting upon. Leaving a three foot radius of a crater in his wake the Warrior on the hunting mission would make a bee-line to what his digital map told him was known as Earth's East City. Gnawing on his lip and chewing on the inside of his cheek until both bled Sawba would ponder on the countless possibilities that might be waiting for him or what might unfold once he did arrive. His meager Power Level of eight thousand even stood no chance against even the likes of someone at twenty thousand, but over four hundred thousand? Sliding a hand through his mohawk along the way the Saiyan would only come to a halt mid-air when the city came into sight, it's raging fires and damage visible from afar. Before he arrived in the city or above it though other Power Levels would arrive, two of notable worth, but still very shy of the booming strength that had drawn him in like a fish to a lure.

Continuing forward then Sawba would almost hesitate, though through his subconscious Saiyan Pride and lust for battle would push him on. The screams, the sounds of the blazing flames, crumbling buildings, it was truly chaos, but who was behind it? Now tracking down these three key Power Levels Sawba would for the moment forget entirely about Heit's very existence as it was his own that he had to worry about now after all. Taking a slight stealth route Sawba would make his way to a rooftop before crouching low, watching from a distance and doing his darndest to focus on listening to the unfolding conversation. Watching on as an orange haired greenish-blue man and two other men spoke, it being clear to Sawba that at least two were attempting to save the city they were all in at the moment.

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Power Level; 8,000
KP; 6/6
MP; 1/6

As Sawba continued to watch the destruction and conversation unfold, even as more folk arrived, he'd find himself growing rather bewildered. Biting at his lip until it would bleed the Saiyan would note that everyone was stronger than him or oddly couldn't be sensed through traditional means apparently. He'd also note how he had been called a kid and had been told to "scram" least he preferred life over death. And while this was true indeed for Sawba, the belittling went a long way in the opposite direction. Nonetheless he couldn't deny the feelings of turmoil raging beneath his skin and bones, in his very soul.

But, even if his Saiyan Pride yurned for combat with questionable odds tagging along his brain knew better than to throw himself into nigh impossible odds which caused his heart to almost flutter in panic, yet there was another part of the mix...

It was at this point that Sawba took a momentary pause from the unfolding gathering, his wandering eyes scanning the partially damaged and burning city from the opening assault. Even as the green man with orange hair, a possible Heran?, Sawba's eyes never diverted, but rather focused on one area while the man's echoing words reached him. These words would fuel the strange fire in Sawba's belly as he watched a series of adults attempting to help what appeared to be either an orphanage, school, or something of the sort for small children. The building had been badly damaged and was even lit aflame in two areas at least on the outside, and from the looks of it there was almost no way inside, at least not immediately or easily remedied.



Now, for Sawba this was indeed a strange fire in his belly. The lad had been raised in the Saiba Wastes at the Mercenary Outpost by his parents, though he had just as much raised himself to boot. As an adult he had opted to leave Plant and his people behind to join the Acrosian Empire in hopes of growing beyond the Saiyans belligerent ways, the same people who sent their babies in Attack Pods to conquer planets by themselves. And it was the Acrosians who too conquered, enslaved, and sold entire planets or races to others, tortured people for the fun of it or even just the Hell of it. So it was Sawba who in fact had a dark background and set up surrounding him, but he had never lost his soul along the way. Killing innocent people was always a foul thing in his mind, but he had managed to shrug it off by thinking it was ok as long as he didn't have to partake in it himself. Plus with his low Power Level what could he have ever done even if he had tried?

But, one thing had always been avoided by Sawba at all costs, he never wanted to be in the vicinity of any violence aimed toward the youth. Whether it be happening at the time or merely being chatted about, it was something that just made his heart sink into his stomach, where the fire would start to brew...And at this point his frame would feel warm, his pale skin growing flush as adrenaline began to feed into his veins.

Sawba's blood was boiling.

Gritting his teeth as his hands tightened into fists Sawba would strike the rooftop ledge he was leaning against with both, hammering it down in such a way that it'd destroy several feet in one go, crumbling it into countless tiny pieces. This was no display of power however, this was pure rage. Sawba would begin to growl and groan, as if trying to combat the fire inside of him. But, within moments that safety switch in his mind would flip, self-preservation no longer was a priority, or even a thought. Snapping his attention to the green man with orange hair, eyes turning bloodshot in an instant. The same instant in fact that Sawba's hands would extend out, fists opening so that his hands were free when he summoned two oddly-long spears. Looking like something that should be shot from a ballista these large black spears were tipped with ornate golden blades with spectacular and intricate carvings. One spear appeared to have a wolf's head and mouth, where the blade would come jutting out of, the other being a shark-themed one.


Heaving and hoing he'd hurl the spears toward his lone target as he exhaled, bringing his hands together then the grumbling fellow would begin to once more call upon his latent Magic. Appearing out of thin air this time would be a notable syringe, one that was immediately plunged into his chest so it could pierce his heart. Letting out a yelp of pain and anger he'd then proceed to leap into the air and throw himself after the green man, Sawba having turned himself into a living spear now. This green mad-man was of no consequence to the Saiyan, not a part of the Acrosian Empire, not one of the Emperors/Empresses which only further fueled him. Or rather it would have if his self-preservation switch was still on, but alas...it was not and Sawba might have actually broken it for good.

Halfway to the possible Heran-man Sawba would begin noticeably change, his body snapping and contorting along his route to his target, blue hair sprouting all over his body until he was a Saiyan-Ape. In another moment his sizing up would begin, in the end leaving him as a behemoth rushing through the air. If Sawba could just get the tyrant away from the city, give the people a chance to save the youth...

Opening his maw Sawba would proceed to fire a purplish beam from his mouth, one that would grow thinner as it reached its target. Except due to his Oozaru/Great Ape nature Sawba's wasn't aimed to pierce his target, but rather send him flying away if possible. The beastly Sawba even aimed it properly so that if his plan did work it'd send the man reeling into the sky further or out of the city limits altogether.

With Sawba using the man's own technique against him even, having witnessed it shortly before his attention had been diverted to the streets below.

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