Sen waited. Waited for a response from his brothers. And what did that waiting get him? Betrayal. Despite the enemy dead in their sights they choose to begin their flight. The Tuffle let out a deep sigh. "A shame. What was the army fallen to in my absence? Is this cowardice, stupidity or downright treason?! The life of the Tuffle is best spent in the pursuit of eliminating Saiyans, so why do you run? She is right here, waiting for your fire!"
It would appear as though the Tuffles had left Sen with little choice; he'd have to do it himself, and he'd have to take them with her. "Are you joking? The men before you are not Tuffles; they don't have the right to call themselves that any longer. To be a Tuffle is not something given to you at birth; it is something you must live every day of your life. These Tuffles have betrayed their nation, and have lost the right to call themselves my brother. They'll shall burn in Hell alongside you!"
With his mind made up there was only one thing left to do: fire. Sen unleashed his mortar on Zuci and the formerly-Tuffle soldiers attempting to flee, intent to level this entire block.
Zuci listened to him intently, the animosity growing in her with every foul word he said. She prepared herself for his attack, but not before saying words of her own. "You're the only traitor to your people, and that's coming fron a non-Tuffle! I said you wouldn't be killing anyone else today and I MEANT IT!" Zuci screamed as she powered up to the fullest, unleasing a barrage of Ki out towards Sen. Though she was wounded, she put out every last bit of power she had. Unfortunately for her though, the mortar had a large range to it; even with them being cloaked there was a chance some of the Tuffle soldiers would get caught up in the attack regardless.
Zuci therefore focused her efforts less on the attacks aimed for her- She knew she could take it and live, she just had to trust her body and deal with the rest of the attack. As a large bubble of Ki burst from her and waves of it spread forward she managed to keep it all straight at the mortar; it exploded in front of her, but when it threatened to expand past her that's when she made her move. Her Ki expanded and contorted, almost seeming to strike back at the explosion like it was trying to compress it- In fact, that was Zuci's intent all along. As she diffused the explosion to keep it in front of her she ignored the harsh burns and the intense heat to focus solely on protecting the soldiers.
It was many minutes she spent dealing with the explosion; by its end, most of the block had been eviscerated, buildings leveled entirely, though the small parts that had taken little damage were all far behind Zuci where the soldiers had feld. Through the smoke Sen might have seen a dirtied, battered and bloodied Zuci still standing, arms out in front of her with horrible burn marks on her. If she got into a healing chamber quick enough they might not last, but that was nowhere near her biggest concern right now.
Lowering her shaking arms Zuci grinned and spat at Sen.
"All that for nothing. What a waste of a man."
Though he might not have agreed to it, Zuci was sure he wouldn't cause wanton destruction if she was no longer in the area. Building up a Ki Blast in her hand she made a motion to throw it at Sen but in reality chucked it straight at her feet. The added smoke and dust covered her as she lowered her already reduced power level to its lowest before making a getaway, intent on spreading the word about a rogue Tuffle for everyone to deal with in the future. It was a shame, but in her eyes the destruction they had already caused was inexcusable.
As she ran and eventually tried to fly off in order to mask her movements, Zuci could feel several of the Tuffle soldiers moving back in. With Sen having expended what was likely his strongest weapon, Zuci doubted that he would stay to fight. She looked back at the destruction with a grimace; next time, he wouldn't get the chance to unleash such carnage.
TWC: 6024 Power Level: 365,000
KP: 0/6 (-6)
MP: 1/6 (-5)
HP: 204% / 270% (82%)
Status: N/A
Passive Effects:
Bare Knuckle Brawler: Non-sparking Defensive Techniques that do not have the Evasive Variant gain +5% power if Zuci does not have consumables or combat items equipped! (Active)
Noble Blood: Total DMG +20%, Critical DMG +30%
Saiyan Pride: +10% Technique Boost when at or above 100% DMG (Active)
Restrained Might: +10% Technique Boost while below Final Transformation (Inactive)
Resources:
Burning Ki: Spend Momentum to regain Ki at 2:1 Ratio (One Use - Used)
Sen cackled as his mortar ripped through the streets, putting to waste all that was in his sights. All that dared stand before him would fall, including that bratty Saiyan. Any former-Tuffles caught in the middle would be eliminated too, and Hatchi would be the better for it. Why did the role of garbage man fall onto him today? Where were the true Tuffle soldiers? Where were his men? The thought of these idiots calling themselves Tuffles made him want to vomit.
He was glad to see them all dead... or would have been, had the Saiyan not continued to get in his way. Through the chaos he could see her attempting to cover up his damage as best she could. Some of her efforts would succeed, though even she couldn't save them all. When he had finally ran out of shells he saw her still standing, and clenched his fists so hard that he thought his knuckles were about to break. He was about to step forward until she threw a blast down to cover her retreat.
"Fine. Run away then! Let the whole world see your retreat. It doesn't matter in the end; if I want your life I'll have it. It's only a matter of when, not if. Until then you can continue to spread your Saiyan rot and prove me right!" Looking around him, Sen took notice of the Tuffle soldiers still left standing. How would he deal with them?
Oct 20, 2024 18:31:30 GMT -5
Marimba: Yep. Better than ever too.
Oct 20, 2024 21:26:39 GMT -5
Rhuba: I wish I saw Marimba talk more in the Discord.
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Yakito: Marimbus will perish by my hands.
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Chomei: Marimbus will persevere by my hands.
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Rhuba: Why is he preserving your hand?
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Pom: Maybe he likes it?
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Marimba: It'll come in handy some day
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