Mazoku Smackdown (Inv/)

So this was the place where the Mazoku Namekians lived? Based on what little accounts of those people he had, it made sense for them to live in the worst region ever. It wasn’t the volcanic hellhole he had expected, but compared to the other regions it did left a lot to be desired. No wonder the people there were mad enough to force curses upon their brethren for no reason.

He felt the weight of their gaze upon him, but none dared attack him outright. Seeing as Dosu was still keeping his distance and not interfering with their businesses, they let him go, for some reason. Maybe only to catch him a bit farther down the road. Whatever the case was, he would be ready for them.

He wasn’t looking for anything too specific, but what Gandigan shared with him sparked his curiosity enough to try and see for himself what they were about. He didn’t have any sort of plan and probably misjudged them a little when he thought they would open to him. For now, he would have to deal with the silent treatment.

After walking another mile or two, he came upon a single person, cornered by Namekians! Finally, something to interact with. As he grew closer, he saw the attempt at robbery. Not siding with any party quite yet, he invited himself only to ask:

“Hey! Why are you robbing him? Does he have something of value on him? Do you guys have any need for material possessions? All I’ve seen you guys doing was drinking water and growing weird cabbages.”

Then again, some of them enjoyed the taste of blood, or rather they needed it. Was it also the case for them? Facing Apexle, then the guy at his feet, he asked.

“You! Are you good? Looks like you got him good. You better watch out, they can regenerate. I ripped a guy’s throat off one time and he grew it back in seconds. Pretty crazy, huh?”

Was he completely oblivious to the tension weighing on everyone or did he simply not care? Only Dosu could tell, but chances were he didn’t know himself.

Hearing the rumbling of the ground, the Heran lifted his leg, only to see the Namekian pop up from the ground near him. Wait, that was a Namekian? He looked pretty weird compared to the others, who were mostly similar in look, at least compared to what he knew and what he had seen. However, now that he looked at them a bit more carefully, they had some differences compared to the standard Namekian, some more apparent than others.

“Seriously? I wouldn’t kill for anything but meat and above. That’s weird.”

In fairness, he would kill for cabbages too if they were his own crops, but aside from that. Though, now that he remembered it, Gandigan had told him that Namekian usually could live with only water. That would explain why they care so much about simple stuff like that. As Marimba jumped off the ground, Dosu was surprised to see how tall and massive he was, despite him being rather tall at six feet and five inches.

“Woah….Woh…wooooooooooaaaaaaah!”

He was witnessing the Namekian growing so fast and becoming quite the imposing mountain. He had never seen such a big creature before! Even the great elder beasts he hunted could never match that size! The other Namekians quickly moved away, letting the goliath handle things from there. Frankly, when he said he’d show the other guy true pain, Dosu could believe it. He was so small in comparison. The Heran turned towards Apexle.

“He looks really strong, y’know. I think you’re gonna get crushed.”

He had heard the mention of oblivion orbs, but didn’t turn back to see what it was, instead, he continued speaking to the Tuffle.

“That’s what you get for trying to find trouble, I guess. Good luck with th-...”

Standing beside Apexle, the Heran watched the two orbs floating around him. Thinking they were meant for him, as they closed in, he extended both arms, fighting them back and struggling to do so. Apexle was in the way and disturbing him, so the Heran kicked him away from the attack, thinking the free space would let him push back the attack with more ease.

“Out of the way, if you’re not gonna help!”

Unfortunately, the two spheres managed to come into contact and exploded, the Tuffle barely out of the blast zone. It took a moment before the ensuing dirt cloud dissipated, only to leave the Heran standing in the middle of the blast zone, burned at several places across the arms and chest, with dark electricity crackling around him, gnawing at his very being. He coughed a puff of smoke before turning to face the giant buffoon, pissed off and gritting his teeth.

“So that’s what you want, huh?”

Whatever that attack was, it left some residual energy that was now lacerating the Heran from inside out. He shook his head, concentrating his gaze on the two others fighting it out. The giant Namekian packed quite a punch, making it seem like the other guy was only tickling him. In the end, he had only gotten involved in this fight due to a misunderstanding and had been attacked by Marimba. That being said, there would be no way he could just walk away after that.

“Hey, save some for me!” He shouted towards Apexle, wanting to sink his fist into that giant oaf too.

He charged, ignoring his current condition. Since the humanoid guy was taking up the most attention from Marimba, Dosu figured he could sneak behind him. Jumping high into the air, he tried delivering a powerful kick to the Namekian’s neck, hoping to send him crashing to the ground.

“The bigger they are, the easier we can hit ‘em!” He said as he attacked. Hunting giant beasts was nothing new for him. As it stood, he looked pretty much like a beast in this current situation. Dosu could very well slice himself a steak at the end of the fight.

Though he was skeptical at first, now he really was into that fight! He would have followed with a stronger attack, if not for that residual magic from the previous attack causing spasms through his body, stunning him for a second. As he fell down to the ground after his jump, he took a moment to observe himself, trying to see if he would notice anything.