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Post by Dion on Feb 2, 2023 12:46:22 GMT -5
One beating seemingly, and seamlessly, led right into another, and frankly, Dion was getting quite tired of having to endure them by his lonesome.
Yes, it was partly his own doing that he had to go through the initial battle with cunning cutthroat and her crew in the first place- his incessant need to meddle where he shouldn't be driving the Saiyan to intervene in the attempted (and successful) pirating of the cargo ship Salvo's crew had been in the middle of pilfering. But how could he in good conscience have left the woman to her own devices? Even if it cost him a bruise or two, it felt better to Dion to at least try and salvage what potentially remained after their preliminary stage of overtaking the docked vessel.
However, the young man had no idea of the actual cost that entailed such brazen intervention, and soon enough, he was caught in a firefight with the Heran Captain that scaled nearly over the entire shore the harbor was housed upon. And while he was able to get some good licks in, his body was nowhere near the condition it needed to be to withstand the pace that the pirate was putting on him, and once he found an opportunity, Dion promptly made his getaway from the conflict.
Not before having to reawaken some of the corruption lying dormant within to necessitate the opportunity, however- and as the eldritch magicks began to rage deep in his blood once more, Dion found himself being targeted again in the midst of the formerly great Dharatan City. This time by a curiously hedgehog looking individual who seemed just a bit too big for her britches in his opinion. He assumed that the two were connected in some way from the very coincidental nature of Striker finding Dion in the ruined city, but nothing could be proven, seeing as Striker wasn't really the talkative type.
It took all Dion had to fight off Striker, whose base strength eclipsed his own by a gigantic amount. The only thing able to tip the scales being continued usage of his underlying magical affliction to artificially increase his power well beyond what the established limit was.
Their fight was a hotly contested bout, one that left the ruined metropolis somehow even more in ruins in their wake, but just as it was with Salvo, Dion had to make a break for it eventually before his body was the thing that broke under all the pressure. It took longer than what he would have liked, but, ultimately, Dion found his opportunity to break away from Striker just as he did with Salvo.
The only unfortunate part being that Striker appeared to be much more set on her pursuit than Salvo had been, and as the sapped Saiyan staggered his way through the lush flora that aided in hiding his sorry self, he could feel her violatile energy signature hot on his heels.
Panting, Dion reached into his pocket, grabbing a small walkie-talkie looking device from deep within. A communicator given to him by Kabe in order to keep him updated on how his scouting was going.
The increasingly desperate bartender jammed fingers to buttons to try and get a signal out to the Bonewood captain and crew, a pleading tone in his wavering voice as he continued to dash through the greenery, near screaming into the device, "Kabe, someone, ANYONE- please! I need backup, or something, anything!"
Yes, it was partly his own doing that he had to go through the initial battle with cunning cutthroat and her crew in the first place- his incessant need to meddle where he shouldn't be driving the Saiyan to intervene in the attempted (and successful) pirating of the cargo ship Salvo's crew had been in the middle of pilfering. But how could he in good conscience have left the woman to her own devices? Even if it cost him a bruise or two, it felt better to Dion to at least try and salvage what potentially remained after their preliminary stage of overtaking the docked vessel.
However, the young man had no idea of the actual cost that entailed such brazen intervention, and soon enough, he was caught in a firefight with the Heran Captain that scaled nearly over the entire shore the harbor was housed upon. And while he was able to get some good licks in, his body was nowhere near the condition it needed to be to withstand the pace that the pirate was putting on him, and once he found an opportunity, Dion promptly made his getaway from the conflict.
Not before having to reawaken some of the corruption lying dormant within to necessitate the opportunity, however- and as the eldritch magicks began to rage deep in his blood once more, Dion found himself being targeted again in the midst of the formerly great Dharatan City. This time by a curiously hedgehog looking individual who seemed just a bit too big for her britches in his opinion. He assumed that the two were connected in some way from the very coincidental nature of Striker finding Dion in the ruined city, but nothing could be proven, seeing as Striker wasn't really the talkative type.
It took all Dion had to fight off Striker, whose base strength eclipsed his own by a gigantic amount. The only thing able to tip the scales being continued usage of his underlying magical affliction to artificially increase his power well beyond what the established limit was.
Their fight was a hotly contested bout, one that left the ruined metropolis somehow even more in ruins in their wake, but just as it was with Salvo, Dion had to make a break for it eventually before his body was the thing that broke under all the pressure. It took longer than what he would have liked, but, ultimately, Dion found his opportunity to break away from Striker just as he did with Salvo.
The only unfortunate part being that Striker appeared to be much more set on her pursuit than Salvo had been, and as the sapped Saiyan staggered his way through the lush flora that aided in hiding his sorry self, he could feel her violatile energy signature hot on his heels.
Panting, Dion reached into his pocket, grabbing a small walkie-talkie looking device from deep within. A communicator given to him by Kabe in order to keep him updated on how his scouting was going.
The increasingly desperate bartender jammed fingers to buttons to try and get a signal out to the Bonewood captain and crew, a pleading tone in his wavering voice as he continued to dash through the greenery, near screaming into the device, "Kabe, someone, ANYONE- please! I need backup, or something, anything!"
PL: 45,000 (Weakened from both prior battles with Salvo and Striker) - WC: 594 - TWC: 594
