On the Hunt (Haupien)

Haupien wandered the dark streets of Sadala, avoiding the glaring overhead lights of the larger pathways. His cloak covered most of his body, a hood hanging over his head, although the shape of his sheathed sword was still clear. He wasn’t trying to remain completely anonymous- he didn’t have any actual reason to fear detection- but he was careful, doing his best to avoid unnecessary attention. Plenty of Saiyans passing by would have noticed he was a Kontasian, and seen his face.

He had temporarily reduced the notifications on the dark blue scouter, the Saiyan capital overflowing with high power levels. It wasn’t any help to have it constantly screeching at him, altering him to yet another 10k warrior.

He stopped to glance up at the signs of the buildings he walked besides, before continuing. His time away- away wasn’t an accurate description, but he didn’t like the other words that came to mind- had left him with a lot of questions. He had come to the city, wary of the many eyes, to learn more. If his information was correct, he may be able to get some inkling of what had happened during his trip.



Thread PL: 16,000

Items: Battle Armor

Thread Overage: 1

    Although his face didn't show it, he internally grinned as he felt his blade slide into his target, slicing through a thin section of the armor. He felt his weapon pierce surprisingly deep, and as he pulled it out of the arm like some sort of sheath made of meat, he saw the limb grow limp. He hadn't expected the blow to deal such a serious wound, but the power of stealth was a great one.

    Surprisingly, the man didn't immediately focus on him. Instead, as he spun around and uttered his name- incting a cold fear inside of him- he held out his uninjured hand and sent ouf a wave of energy into the crowd. Gasps and shrieks followed, quickly filling the space left by his own name. The crowd quickly dispersed, no immediate signs of fatalities due to the power of the Saiyan people extending even to the commoners of the capital. Hauepien was taken aback, and that was all the distraction his attacker- for now he was the prey once more- needed to take the advantage. A strong grip, far exceeding what he could resist, pulled him violently into the alley. He stumbled forward, bringing his open fist down on the hand, trying to break the grip to no avvail. Held in this close, he couldn't gain enough momentum with his sword to land a blow matching his intitial strike.

    "What do you want with me?" he quickly let out, while his mind searched for an escape. He gave up mundanely attacking the grip, and held out his left hand, shadows quickly converging in his palm. He then thrust forward with it, aiming to jab his empowered hand at the weakened arm, either to land another blow or simply to give him a chance to escape the hold.


Using Light Attack || Shadow Jab

Haupien jabs at the foe with a blast of shadow.

Power: 20%

KP Cost:1 KP
3,200 pl attack aimed at Raiya's weak arm

PL: 16,000

KP: 5/6

+2 MP for post and attack

MP: 3/6

Damage: 0/250

Thread Overage: 423 + 101 = 524

    He let out a breath of relief as his defense worked, the weapon of a head smashing into a brick wall instead of his face, with a cut across his cheek to show for it. His body tensed, preparing to mount another desperate defense as the bounty hunter pushed off the wall, moving away from him. One breath. Two breaths. Three breaths. He blinked in confusion, clearing the sweat that was streaming down his forehead. The battle had been a desperate one since he drew first blood, clearly on the backfoot and at every disadvantage. Although it had only been a few moments, he had felt like he had been in the fight for an entire century, no time to think of plan beyond the simplest of actions. His body relaxed momentarily, taking advantage of the time offering by his hunter's words.

    "You've got that right," he responded with a grim smile. "Although I'm used to being the one on a contract. Haven't done much in terms of bounties though, but you make it sound like the pay is alright." He rolled his shoulders, trying to offer any relief to his body he could before they would begin again. He lowered his sword in front of him, trying to gain as much reach as possible while still mainting a solid grip. He crept forward, understanding he was meant to attack now. He didn't pretend to understand why his attacker was taunting him, had a genuine curiosity, or some other motive entirely. He didn't care. Whatever the case, he had to fight. His dim shadow seemed to quiver beneath him like an idle animation, not entirely in synch with his own movements. He slowly approached, keeping more than a blade's length in between them, before suddenly striking. He offered a wide swing, attempting to deny as much the alley's limited area as possible. The light around his blade danced, before being replaced by rushing shadows. Darkness cloaked the steel, enahncing its power to hopefully match the warriors fierce strength.

PL: 16,000
Using Medium Attack || Shadow Strike

Haupien strikes at the enemy with an attack wrapped in shadows.

Power: 50%

KP Cost: 3 KP

8,000 PL attack

KP: 3/6
MP: 6/6
Damage: 0/250

Thread Overage: 699 + 154 = 854

    He felt satisfaction and a sense of victory as he felt his blade slide smoothly into his target like butter- too smoothly. He was no longer there, his sword slicing uselessly at a white cloud of smoke. He felt stunned at the mans words, like a deer staring into headlights. What could he do against such a threat- how could he ever make something of himself on this cursed planet, where everyone he ran into was as powerful as a great beast?

    A powerful blow smahed into his back, and his vision went black. He saw a torrent of memories. The early days and weeks of his time on Plant, his meeting with a Tuffle that had turned into a fighting job interview- although he remembered two very distinctly versions of it- and then more. A job? Distant, blurry memories of faces and voices that were wreathed in shadows. As he began to reach for them, trying to tear apart the veil of darkness with his own hands, suddenly a bright whiteness overcame his vision and his consciousness returned.
   

    He was knocked back into the brick wall once again, the already splintered surface now partially collapsing with a poof of thick dust. He felt the early signs of bruising grow across the front side of his body, the side of his face beginning to swell. A deep guttural pain flashed throughout his body in time with the beat of his heart. He coughed, trying to readjust the grip on his sword only to find it no longer in his grasp. Weaponless, he slowly turned around, swaying back and forth. He raised both of his fists in front of him, one bloodied, trying to keep his vision unified. The sword was his preferred weapon, but he had spent plenty of his time in between missions brawling with Mayze, the two boys too full of energy in their younger days to spend their "vacations" peacefully.
    
    "I don't know what I did, or who I pissed off, but I guess it's too late for that now." He stopped to spit out the blood slowly pooling in his mouth. "You obviously know who I am. Hell, you can even take my tricks it would seem. Do I atleast get to your name, or even to see one of your own tricks? Anyone can throw a punch, and I can do the trick you just pulled- although my version is a lot cooler."

PL: 16,000
Taking the full 8,000 PL hit for 50% damage!
KP: 2/6
MP: 4/6
Damage: 50/250

Thread Overage: 1150 + 208 = 1358